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-DP

Chapter 4

Harry wrapped his arms around the blond, deepening the kiss. He was so happy, he could burst into tears of joy, but he didn't, of course. That would ruin the moment.

Draco lifted Harry from the floor, his legs wrapped around Draco's waist, and left the bathroom. The candles in the bathroom suddenly extinguished as they left and were left in the dark of the bedroom.

Harry fell back on to the bed, Draco immediately on top of him, kissing him furiously. Harry suddenly felt the heat flush over his body as if it finally realised what was going on.

Draco quickly undressed Harry to nothing and stepped out of his own boxers. He returned to Harry's mouth, slipping between Harry's parted legs, his erection rubbing against Harry's. The Veela inside of him was sobbing happily. He hadn't had body contact with anyone since before Harry was put in the hospital wing.

Harry suddenly moaned in Draco's mouth, pulling his glasses off with shaky fingers. Draco kissed down his jaw and sat up. He spit in his hand, lubing his member before spreading Harry's legs further, taking his knees in the crook of his arms. He looked down at Harry, only barely making out the outline of his lover's body beneath him - and only one thought was in his mind. How soon it would be until Harry was moaning his name and writhing beneath him.

He entered Harry with ease. He felt Harry tense under him and he stopped. He leant forward and pressed a kiss to the brunet's mouth. 'Are you all right?' he asked.

'I've never done this before,' said Harry.

'Never?'

'Ever.'

Draco smiled and let go of his legs. He grabbed Harry's wrists and pulled them away from his body, pinning them to the mattress. He growled into Harry's ear. 'How do you want it? Want it rough like my Harry always did?' when Harry didn't answer right away, he got more aggressive, tightening his grip on Harry's wrists. 'Huh?'

'Y-yes. Please,' he whispered. 'Make me scream.'

'I thought so,' said Draco smugly. He pulled out sharply and thrust back in in one smooth motion. Harry gasped.

'Yes!' he whispered as Draco did it again.

'You like this?' asked Draco, and Harry nodded. 'Want more?'

'Fuck me!' Harry cried, straining to keep his voice steady and Draco moaned. He began a fast, hard rhythm with a well practised motion and grace of perfection. And only perfected with lots and lots of sex, thought Harry.

Draco pounded into him mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping together itself made Harry moan - and Draco's harsh breath against his neck sent shivered down his spine.

'I love you,' Draco whispered against his lips. 'Always.'

And Harry closed his eyes and his mind sighed in contentment. This was what he had always been looking for.

...someone to love him.

It wasn't until later when they decided to get up after falling asleep after shagging. Draco pulled out of Harry and they got up, bathed, and dressed. It was Saturday, Draco had told him - and ten o' clock in the morning if he'd like to know.

Harry sat on the bed and watched his blond lover intently as he dressed in muggle clothes. 'So, what do we usually do on the weekends?'

'You like to bury yourself in books when we're not shagging,' said Draco.

'And we shag a lot, I assume since almost every conversation so far leads to how we 'always had sex'.'

Draco gave him one of his sexiest smiles that made Harry smile back. 'Always.'

'But, other than me shagging half of the day, that sounds a lot like me. I'm quite the book worm,' said Harry.

Draco took a deep breath as he pulled the black hoodie over his head. 'But today I'm going to be teaching you how to act like the Slytherin you used to be.'

'Like lessons?' asked Harry.

'A bit. It merely takes practice,' said Draco, and after a moment he turned to Harry and smiled. 'How about we start with your shyness.'

'I'm shy?'

Draco's eyes widened. 'Are you saying you're not? Because you most definitely are,' when Harry didn't say anything, he continued. 'You're the Prince of Slytherin here, Harry. There's no room for you to be shy.'

'The Prince of Slytherin?' asked Harry. 'I heard you mention it before, but I didn't ask.'

'It's just a nickname they gave you. You were the best of us. You could be friendly and outgoing, or you could be ruthless with the sharpest of tongues. Everyone in Slytherin loves you, and all who aren't hate you. Everyone either wants you or wants to be you. You're the Slytherin dream who wears black lipstick and black eyeliner, and everyone loves you.'

Harry laughed. 'Am I really that goth?'

'Oh yes. Though, not at school. They won't let you wear it at school. You do over holidays though...and during the Hallowe'en dance.'

'That's - really - hot...' Harry admitted, and Draco smiled and nodded. 'I think you should to that.'

'Dress up for you?' Harry nodded vigourously. 'Sometime. But you'd have to do it too.'

'Sure. That'd be so wicked!'

'And Harry doesn't get excited. He's rather - er - dismal most of the time. He's outgoing, but never excited,' Draco reprimanded. 'That was rule number one.'

'Sorry.'

'And he doesn't say sorry. He's never said sorry before. Always looking for something else to say other than sorry, or anything else along the lines.'

'Like what?'

Draco sighed and thought for a moment. 'For instance, you'd step on someone's foot and you'd say in a very matter-of-fact manner: "Oh! watch it there.". And plainly, that's just about it.'

'What if someone got offended?'

'You'd tell 'em off! No one walks all over Harry Potter and gets away with it!' said Draco. 'I tell you, he has a sharp tongue. He can put people in their place in two sentences.'

Draco walked up next to Harry, leaning against the bed post. 'How good are you with telling people off?'

'I'm not - too sure. I used to tell Ronald Weasley off, but it wasn't much.'

'Ronald Weasley...I think I know him,' said Draco. 'Isn't he the Gryffindor with red hair. The poor one with all of the filthy hand-me-downs? The Gryffindor Seeker?'

'He's the Seeker?' Harry's eyes widened.

'Yeah, why? Was he not in your other life?'

'No, I was the Seeker. He was the Keeper - though he was a complete crap Keeper,' said Harry, then looked down. 'Then Seamus Finnigan took my place once I quit.'

'You quit?' Draco looked on at him with astonishment. 'You love Quidditch. Why did you quit?'

'Because it isn't even fun when Ronald Weasley is your captain. He's a right arsewhole. We got into a stupid little argument and told him I quit.'

'That's it? No real story?' Draco asked. 'No dirty little secrets?'

Harry laughed.

'You just quit?'

'Yeah.'

Draco looked at him as if he were crazy. 'Right...'

'I did.'

'I know...' said Draco. 'It's just not something Harry would do.'

'Oh.'

There was another moment of silence.

'So...' Draco said quietly. 'You just ---quit...'

Harry nodded and answered just as quietly. 'Yeah.'

'Right,' said Draco and for several minutes longer, it was as quiet as the dead. Then he spoke. 'So, on to the next lesson.'

Harry waited. 'Which is?'

'Seeing how sharp you are.'

Many hours past, they missed lunch and Harry was dead hungry.

'Please, Draco. I'm so hungry.'

'I promise you'll survive.'

'That's not really the point. I'm sick of these bleeding "lessons".'

'Well, start acting like the Slytherin I'm trying to teach you to be! I'm not doing this out of boredom!'

Harry growled and stood angrily. 'I'm trying, damn it! I'm fucking bloody trying! I can't learn all this in one day! It's like giving me a split personality! I'm doing what I can!'

Draco stood up as well and looked into Harry's angry eyes. And he smiled. 'That's my Harry. The angry, frustrated kid with pain marred on his every feature.'

Harry turned around and kicked the bed angrily, trying to let it out.

'Harry,' Draco turned him around and gave him his own glare right back. 'Hit me.'

And Harry did, but this time, Draco hit back.

Harry tackled the blond to the floor, punching him in the face and Draco hit back, knocking him back and off him. Draco launched himself at Harry and they tumbled and rolled around on the floor for a good hour before they were both too bloody and bruised to really move.

And it wasn't until another hour later until Draco finally spoke.

'So, wanna go get something to eat?'

TBC

A/N: Sorry this chapter sucked so much. I hated it. It was really pointless, I'm just having a bit of writer's block. Please Review for this chapter. I need some ideas and quick! -DP