"Draco?" Harry whispered, breaking the silence. He didn't find the silence awkward like he usually did, he just wanted to tell Draco how he felt. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of any good way to do that.
"Yeah?" Malfoy turned to his right to face Harry and propped his head up on his elbow.
Harry found this unexplainably sexy. He stuttered, not exactly knowing what to do or say. Harry was once again rendered speechless by Draco.
Draco let a smirk cross his features. He enjoyed making people speechless. It was just another quirk of Draco Malfoy. He was sure that everyone would be speechless if they saw him and Harry in the position they were in. That's why he would make sure no one found out.
Potter had seen Malfoy smirk before, many times, in fact. But for some reason, this particular smirk seemed so much more... entrancing. He turned to face Draco, mirroring his lover's position.
Draco raised an eyebrow in question. Was Harry trying to say...?
It will certainly be a sight to behold.
But Harry said nothing. Potter positioned himself above Draco and looked down into the bottomless pool of Draco's eyes. He quickly lost himself in them, but managed to pull himself back into reality before Malfoy could say anything to ruin the moment.
Then, he decided.
Harry pinned Draco's arms down forcefully, surprise apparent in the blonde's expression. Once again, their lips touched in a searing kiss, sending waves of pleasure through Harry's body, even though it was just a kiss. He forced his tongue into Draco's mouth, and their tongues danced a wild and erotic dance. Harry broke the kiss long enough to take off both their shirts and to throw them somewhere in the corner.
Harry pulled the zipper of Draco's pants down and slid them quickly off Malfoy's hips and they followed the same path as their shirts. He covered up the blonde's moan with his lips, pressing them hard against Draco's. Harry let his hand wander over Malfoy's muscular chest, and he traced the well defined lines of the muscle covering every part of the blonde's body, and the reaction was a satisfying moan into his mouth.
Draco, in turn, literally ripped Harry's own denim jeans off and threw them in the corner. On a desk, to be exact. But that doesn't matter. I'm just telling you exactly what happened.
Potter broke the kiss, unsure of what to do next. He propped himself up on his elbows, one on each side of Draco's body. He stared down at Malfoy expectantly.
"Hey, Potter, ever had sex before?" Draco traced his blunt, but effective, fingernail along Harry's jaw line and absently played with Harry's dark tresses. He knew that Harry was very ready for what was about to happen.
Draco felt it against his leg.
"Y-yeah," Harry stuttered, not wanting Draco to think he was inexperienced. He had let Malfoy get the best of him for so many years, and just once, he'd like to be on the winning team.
Malfoy eyed him in mock suspicion. For some reason, he wasn't quite sure that Harry was telling the truth. Then again, he had told Potter more than his share of lies.
"Alright then," Malfoy put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, content. "You may begin."
"B-begin?"
Draco opened an eye. "You do know what I mean, don't you?"
"Well-"
"You don't know the first thing about making love!"
Harry kissed Draco forcefully, just to shut him up. His plan worked well. Malfoy seemed dazed when Harry pulled back reluctantly from Draco's lips.
Malfoy panted slightly, and his normally pale cheeks were flushed. "Why'd you stop?"
Harry sighed and got off of Draco completely. He sat on the cold stone floor. The blonde turned onto his side and propped his head up with his hand. Lines of worry creased his brow. He wasn't sure of the situation at the moment. Was Harry mad at him? Had he done something wrong?
"You know, I was thinking."
"Most people do," Draco interjected sourly.
Harry ignored him. "Why are we doing this? It's disgusting."
Malfoy felt his heart fall all the way down to hell. Is that what Harry thought about them being together!
Harry noticed. "Draco--"
"Don't you 'Draco' me! Don't you give me that rubbish. You and I both know bloody well that you want to do it!"
Potter collapsed on his lover, panting and sweaty from their lovemaking.
Then, after a minute of silence, Malfoy sighed and gently pushed Harry away so that he could sit up. Potter let go of his lover reluctantly, immediately missing the feeling of Draco's skin.
Malfoy stood, and retrieved his clothes, putting them on. Harry watched as he found and sported his shirt. Potter sighed in disappointment and redressed himself as well.
Draco came back over to Harry and kissed him lightly.
"Do not tell anyone this happened, understand?" Malfoy flashed him a lopsided grin.
Potter still had his eyes closed from anticipating the kiss. His eyes flickered open. "Draco... before you go-"
But Draco had already left. He looked around the now empty classroom frantically. Harry looked down at his feet as disappointment had washed over him.
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