A/n: Thank you, once again, for all of you who have been reading and reviewing. Oh, how I'd really love to sit down and discuss the finer points of the story with you guys, and the finer points of life too while we're at it, but alas, 'tis not the proper forum for it. But I hear you, and I know what you are saying... Just remember the one thing we all agreed on from the very beginning: this story was just a wee bit different, no? ;)

An unfortunate slight

Monday night Harry walked into 'their room' only to find Draco already there with a book on his lap.

Draco didn't look up as Harry walked in, so Harry didn't say anything either. Instead he just walked to the desk of drawers and hopped on it.

"So" Harry started after the wobbling had stopped. "Why did you leave me alone in there, half-naked and on my knees?"

Last night, at bed, Harry had come to the conclusion that there was something fishy going on. Why would Draco stop him from returning the favor? Could the slytherin see just from looking at him that he was no good at it?

After a moment of hesitation, Draco closed his book, put it aside and looked up. "Yeah, sorry" he said, expressionless. "Look, I shouldn't have pushed you like that. You didn't want to do... that. You told me from the start, but... Well, I wanted to, so I went for it."

"I know what I said" Harry stated carefully. "But things have changed. I know you better now. And I really like -"

Draco looked at him pointedly. "You like to kiss, maybe a little touching" he said, cutting Harry off. "I know. But what I'm talking about is a bit more then cuddling."

"I know" Harry replied. Draco just looked at him without saying anything. "What, you think I'm so gryffindor you can play me like a flute and I won't realize a thing?" Harry scrunched his face a bit at that. "That sounded strange" he muttered staring out the window.

Then he looked back at Draco only to find the blonde staring at him with an incredulous expression.

Harry sighed and said "So you're using intimacy to get sex and I'm trading sex for intimacy."

Draco shut his mouth that had been forgotten open for a moment and thought about what Harry had said. "I'm still the bad guy here" he finally said. "Oh, please" he exclaimed at Harry's doubtful look. "You want intimacy. That's like rain drops and puppies. I want sex. That's like -"

"Like normal" Harry argued. "Look, it's not like I'm not getting anything out of the sex part."

Draco just smiled smugly at that.

Harry took a long breath. "So, without further ado..."

With that, Harry jumped off the desk of drawers and dropped himself on the floor between Draco's legs. He had already opened Draco's belt buckle, before Draco managed to get anything out of his mouth.

"Wait a second" Draco said quickly, taking hold of Harry's wrist.

"Just let me do this, will you?" Harry exclaimed, desperate. If Draco didn't quit hassling him, he was going to loose his nerve again. "I'm never going to get any good at it, if you don't let me try."

"Yes, I'm going to let you do it, if you want it so bad" Draco said, making Harry blush. "But you can't just hop in and grab it. Come on" he added and pulled Harry sitting on the couch next to him.

The slytherin thought about it for a moment. "First, you kiss" he then said, and leaned forward for a long, sweet kiss.

"Then, you touch" he added and gently rubbed Harry's crotch, making the boy gasp and his manhood twitch pleasantly. This was followed with another long, sweet kiss.

"And then, you improvise" he concluded and did nothing, just stared Harry in the eyes, waiting for the gryffindor's move.

Harry only hesitated for a moment, before he pulled his jumper over his head and took his tie off. Then he proceeded to help Draco do the same, before he pushed the blonde boy on his back on the couch, laying himself on top.

He started kissing the slytherin, slowly and carefully, and enjoying the feeling when Draco pulled the hem of his shirt from his trousers and touched the bare skin on his back. Then he pulled up and straddled the blonde and started unbuttoning Draco's shirt one button at a time. He exposed the pale chest completely before him. Then he leaned forward and started kissing and licking, first a bit shyly, but after Draco moaned his approval, with more confidence. Harry found that Draco's nipples were extra sensitive, especially for biting.

Sitting there on Draco's stomach, looking down at the slytherin, with his blond hair making a beautiful halo around his head, Harry decided that he was safe for now. With that in mind, Harry started going backwards until he was between Draco's legs again. He reached for the zipper and pulled it down and this time, Draco didn't stop him.

Harry pulled Draco's trousers and boxers gently down to mid-thigh. He almost forgot what he was doing, while he was carefully examining the member before him, curious. Only when he ran a soft hand by it's length, making Draco hiss, did he remember the point of the whole thing.

Blushing red, Harry quickly glanced at Draco, but the blonde had his eyes tightly shut, still panting from the tiny movements Harry was doing with his hand. Harry decided to just get on with it. Draco moaned loudly at Harry's initiative.

Harry quickly found a good pace and stuck to it. He vaguely remembered Draco touching other places while doing this to him, and he tried to copy the slytherin's earlier moves. Even though Draco gave a few appreciative moans at this, Harry quickly gave up. He didn't know what he was doing, so it just felt stupid.

Instead he concentrated on the main event. He managed it quite well, if Draco's wild trashing was anything to go by. Harry had to hold him down from his hips in order to keep him still.

"I i aa-ih?" he tried to ask the blonde, but only got a "Bloody hell, Harry!" as an answer. "O-i" he mumbled apologetically, making Draco groan a breathless "Fuck!".

Soon Draco came shooting in Harry's mouth. Harry was a bit surprised, he had somehow managed to forget about this part of the process, but successfully swallowed it all. He carefully tucked Draco into his trousers, like the slytherin had done to him and retreated to corner of the couch, waiting for Draco to say something.

After a moment of breathing deeply, Draco started buttoning his shirt closed, turning his attention to Harry. "You didn't have to do that, you know."

"What, this?" Harry said motioning to his mouth. "I know. But I wasn't going to spit it somewhere here. Like you said, we share this space regularly" Harry explained. "Besides, I didn't mind" he added truthfully.

After a moment of silence, Draco lifted his arms invitingly to Harry. The gryffindor accepted the invitation, and laid back down, half on top of Draco.

"Actually, that was kind of fun" Harry admitted sheepishly.

Draco just chuckled a bit and they fell into a comfortable silence.

Title of the chapter from Uninvited by Alanis Morissette. Yes, she's back. Don't know why...

I realized Harry actually says the title of the story in this chapter, and I thought this would be a good time for me to give the appropriate credits for it. It's actually from the Bob Dylan song Things have changed. Months ago, the line 'I used to care, but things have changed' popped into my mind, for some reason. I started imagining a story, that was a whole different story from this one... And in the end I just decided to keep true to the original source of inspiration. That's why this story has such a irrelevant name, because honestly, what the fuck? Nothing had changed!

To fifespice: Thanks for the reviews. Quite the task, eh?