A/N: Writing this so soon, in hopes of getting it up quick. Thankies to my so far reviewers. -happyhappy- This is for all of you.

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And enjoy he did. Harry spent nearly an hour inside the seclusion of a very locked shower stall; his mind wrapped around many an idea, his hands wrapped around certain hard parts of his anatomy. With a final stroke, Harry came on the wall, panting Draco's beautiful name, thankful of the silencing charms on the stall.

Checking the time, he saw that he was to meet the sexy Slytherin in fifteen minutes, and he had yet to even change. Meanwhile…

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Back in the cold depths of the dungeon, Draco Malfoy was stepping out from a very enjoyable shower, still thinking about fantasies featuring one very striking Harry Potter. Draco, after seeing that he had merely ten minutes to beautify himself for the attractive Gryffindor, nearly started to panic.

Quickly finding a pair of tight black pants and a tight black turtleneck cashmere sweater, he pulled them on. He knew that there wasn't enough time for his routine one-hundred-stroke-hair-brushing, so he settled for just making his hair minimally presentable, before dashing out of the dungeons to the kitchen.

When he got there Harry was already waiting by the portrait of fruit. Draco was nearly five minutes late, out of breath and flushed in the face. Harry turned to look at Draco, his mouth agape.

"What?" Draco questioned, frantically tidying his hair, but was stopped by Harry's hands.

"Don't. You look so hot with your hair like that… all mussed up," Harry all-but drooled.

That reassured the pale blonde. He smiled, leaning towards Harry slightly. "Potter, where are your manners? Kiss me."

Laughing slightly, the raven-haired boy took hold of Draco properly, pulling him into a passionate kiss, which went on for a long while, until Harry pulled back, smiling. "Talk about my manners? You're the one who showed up five minutes late," he said softly. "But all is forgiven. You're worth it."

Draco didn't know what to say. No one had ever said that he was worth it. No one. Ever. He pulled Harry into a tight embrace, resting his face between the Gryffindor's shoulder and sweet-smelling neck, feeling the boy wrap his arms tightly around him. And Draco couldn't help but lick a sweet-looking spot on Harry's neck.

Being so close, the blonde could feel a shiver run down the Gryffindor's body. "Was that a shiver, Potter?" Draco breathed into Harry's ear, giving it a little nip.

"Maybe." Harry's whisper was so quiet that Draco only just heard it.

Smirking to himself, Draco pulled back. "Well, we had better get something before it gets too late, eh?" The Slytherin really wasn't thinking when he picked out his outfit; his pants were tight enough before they were sporting a nearly complete hard-on.

If Harry saw what was going on with Draco he didn't say anything, though that might just be because he was having some… difficulties himself. "Er, right. Shall we then?" He placed a hand on the tapestry, tickling the pear lightly.

They walked in; the house elves immediately came towards them, Dobby leading the way. "Mister Harry Potter, sir. To what do we owe this pleasure?" The pale blonde rolled his eyes. Trust Harry to actually get friendly with the house elf he had gotten freed from the Malfoys.

"We just came down for something to eat, Dobby," Harry replied, then looked at Draco. "Uh, what are we going to get?"

"How about you get some real food and I'll get the dessert and refreshments?" The blonde offered. When Harry nodded, he went over to the other house elves. "Could we have some of the wine the professors drink? And for dessert, anything with whipped cream." He only had to wait a minute before the house elf came by with a bottle of red wine and some strawberry shortcake. "Excellent." That was as close as he was going to come to ever thanking a house elf.

He looked over at Harry. "Ready to go then? Good." He opened the door for the dark-haired boy, following him out.

"Um, Draco? Where are we going to eat this?" Harry was a little worried that Draco was planning on taking them outside in the cold.

"Good question. How about my room? It's not too far from here…" He turned to see a rather hesitant looking Harry. "Harry? You okay?"

The Gryffindor shook his head a little. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just… it sounds a little… I don't know, expecting."

Chuckling softly, the Slytherin teen took Harry's hand with his own free one. "It's not. Look, I have a little common room and everything. We don't even need to set a foot in my bedroom, if you're worried I'm going to try and seduce you."

A blush crept onto Harry's face. "Er, it's not that I don't want to. I just don't want things to get too rushed, you know?"

Draco nodded, but didn't let go of the other's hand, leading him down into the dungeons. He stopped outside a portrait of a sleeping dragon, a snake present on his rising and falling belly.

"Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus," he stated in a level voice. Harry watched in amazement as the silver serpent moved its head to flick its tongue at the sleeping dragon, who awoke giggling.

The blonde seemed to watch all this with an expression of boredom on his face. "Come on, Harry; right through here." He led the way to his luxurious looking room, complete with a common room as said.

"Draco, what was with the portrait? I've never seen one like that before," Harry asked, dying to know.

"Oh, that? Well my password, translated from Latin, means 'never tickle a sleeping dragon,' so when said the snake tickles the sleeping dragon. Quite clever, actually," Draco added, his tone telling Harry that he was trying not to boast.

"Yes, it is," Harry agreed. "So, what's to eat?"

Smirking, as usual, Draco came over to Harry, licking his lips. "Well, I could tell you what I want to eat, but I do believe you wish to take things slowly."

Involuntarily, the Gryffindor shivered again. "Draco, I told you-"

"Yes, yes I know," Draco interrupted, sounding the tiniest bit irritated. "You don't want to have any fun yet."

"No, fun is okay. I'm just… not ready to, you know… er, go all the way."

A laugh emanated from Draco's mouth. "'Go all the way'? Is that some sort of muggle phrase for shagging?"

"Er, well, yeah," Harry blushed.

"Mmm, have you any idea how cute you are when you get all shy and embarrassed?" Draco asked, not waiting nor caring for an answer, placing a sweet kiss on Harry's soft lips.

Harry was quick to respond, kissing Draco back as he wrapped his arms around the blonde. Their game of tongue war lasted for several minutes before they broke apart, due to Harry's stomach rumbling. "Honestly, Potter. You have no sense of manners, do you?" His voice, though, was affectionate.

Harry shrugged, making to sit on the couch. "So, we have chicken wings and lemon rice," he told Draco, placing the magically set plates out beside each other, one in front of him, one in front of where the blonde had taken a seat.

"Good choice," Draco complimented. "It'll go good with the wine I've gotten. Oh don't look that way. I'm not going to get you drunk and then take advantage of you. I may be a Slytherin, but do give me some credit." He tried his very best to look offended and hurt.

"It's not that, Draco," he reassured the pale boy. "I just don't drink wine. Or have ever tried it for that matter. I think it might be a bit higher than my tastes, is all."

Draco didn't believe him. "You're the saviour of the entire wizarding world, and all your life you have never had a drop of wine? I don't believe it."

"Believe it, Draco. I didn't grow up being spoiled or praised by my family, like everyone seems to believe. My relatives are magic-hating muggles who treat me worse than the dirt on their son's clothes."

The pale blonde wanted to reach out and hug the boy tightly. "Oh Harry," he said quietly. "I didn't know. I've been so horrible to you all these years; being a prat because I thought that you always got everything you've ever wanted. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he replied. "You didn't know. Nobody does, except for a few. I didn't exactly want everyone to know and to feel sorry for me. So, let's say we eat, shall we?" Harry hastily changed the subject.

Not about to prod further, Draco decided to give Harry some space, nodding and starting on his chicken. Shortly after they began eating, Draco was finding himself more and more thankful for Harry's choice in food, watching the other boy licking and sucking the sauce from his fingers. Before the end of the meal, both boys were thoroughly aroused.

Finishing his wine with a final swig, Harry set down his glass, turning to Draco. "Great wine, Dray," he smiled, slightly tipsy for having more than his share of the delicious liquor. "S'for dessert?"

"A surprise," Draco's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Close those beautiful eyes, Har." Once sure that Harry had indeed secured his eyes shut, the blonde brought out the strawberry shortcake he acquired from the kitchens. "All right, open."

When Harry did, he didn't see the big deal. It was just strawberry shortcake, what was so surprising about that? "Draco, what-"

But Harry was cut off my Draco; or rather by Draco's tongue, a dab of whipped cream on the tip. They shared the sweetness of the taste through their kiss, tasting each other's tongue with their own, all but moaning into the delicious kiss.

As soon as they pulled back, their eyes opened, each watching as the other licked their lips to savour the taste. "Mmm, Draco you taste good," Harry murmured, surprising Draco as he took his pale hand, dipping a slender finger into the whipped cream, before placing it in his mouth. Harry licked and sucked all of the sweetness from Draco's fingers, his eyes fixed upon the blonde as he closed his silver eyes in ecstasy.

And so Harry continued to lick and nip at the pale digit, only stopping after he started to worry about slobbering too much. "I think I'm addicted to you," Harry told him in a rather husky voice.

Seeming to regain himself, Draco could only reply, "Oh baby, this is just the beginning."

Harry swallowed. Hard. Much as he wanted to reply something, he didn't trust his voice, instead watching the blonde lick his lips purposely.

"Now, now, Potter. It's rude to stare," Draco teased, before adding, "not that I blame you, of course."

"My, my, Draco. Someone really is vain, now are we?" Harry found himself able to use his voice again.

"Well with a face and body like this-" Draco started, though he was interrupted by a playful punch in his arm.

"Yes, I know Draco. You've got the face of an angel, a killer quidditch bod, features made to perfection, blonde hair that lies flawlessly, and the most gorgeous fucking eyes I've ever seen." Finally, Harry took a deep breath, looking into Draco's eyes, adoration flickering in between the silver.

Draco wanted to come back with some arrogant reply, something about it being about time Harry realised and recognised this, but found that he just couldn't. Sure, everyone thought that he, Draco, had thought those things about himself. But to hear Harry compliment him that way with such sincerity made the blonde's heart skip a beat.

So, instead, he replied by leaning in close, resting his forehead on Harry's, nuzzling the Gryffindor's nose with his own. Eyes locked, Draco released a soft breath on Harry's mouth, before wrapping his arms around this tanned neck and brushing his lips tenderly against Harry's. The kiss was sweet and passionate, both loving the gentle, affectionate nature of it.

When it ended, though after Draco nibbled at Harry's bottom lip a little bit, Harry was at a loss for words. "Draco, I-" But he was interrupted by a pale finger on his lips.

"Shhh, Harry. I know," Draco offered in explanation, pulling his hand away from Harry's mouth and intertwining his fingers with the boy. "Perhaps we should finish up?" It wasn't that the Slytherin boy wanted to leave, he just wasn't used to feeling so vulnerable.

Unfortunately, Harry didn't see it that way. "Oh, okay," he said quickly, sounding a little hurt and turning away, unlocking their joined hands.

"Harry," Draco said softly, taking Harry's hand with his, using his other to turn his head back. "I didn't mean it that way. This is just… a new feeling for me." He took a big gulp of air, not wanting to admit what he was about to. "And I'm scared." There, he did it. Slytherin's could be brave when they felt they needed to be.

The intensity of Draco's silver eyes made Harry want to look away, but at the same time never break it. "So am I, Draco. I've never felt this way before. Not even for…" He trailed off, not wanting to even this about the man he had fallen inlove with a few years before.

The blonde couldn't help but pull the Gryffindor into a close embrace, pulling the boy's head to rest on his shoulder, using his free hand to caress his raven hair. Both boys loved the closeness this comfort brought.

Finally, Draco pulled back to reveal Harry, his emerald eyes shining with tears. "Thank you, Draco," he breathed.

And Draco responded by kissing Harry softly on his cheek. "No problem, love," he told him.

"Hmm, perhaps we should finish our dessert?" Harry stated, looking at the other.

A twinkle could be seen in Draco's eyes. "You're right, Harry," he agreed, unbuttoning the Gryffindor's shirt a few buttons.

"D-Draco, I told you already-"

"I know. I'm not going to do take things too far, Harry. Just trust me." He scooped some whipped cream off one of their desserts, before slathering it on Harry's exposed neck.

The cold sweet made Harry jump a little, but he was soon calmed by the Slytherin's tongue, lips, and teeth warmly licking, nipping and biting at his flesh. And all he could do was moan, causing Draco to giggle, and the feeling against his sensitive neck only made Harry moan louder.

He may have said that he wanted things to start out slow, but that didn't stop Harry from pulling the working blonde on top of him. Draco was only mildly surprised by this, as he knew his actions would certainly stir something in Harry's blood.

At some point, Harry didn't know when, but his shirt was completely undone and was being pushed off. The next thing he knew, Draco had placed some more whipped cream on him, this time trailing from his neck, past his starting-to-perk nipples, past his mild abs, into his navel and stopping only just before it got too low.

Head tilting back in elation, Harry closed his eyes, using all the strength of his senses to reel in the feeling of Draco's tongue lapping up the sweetness spread on his naked chest.

He squealed in delight when Draco got to teasing his perking nipple, arching his back when Draco bit down on it and nibbled gently, before heading down lower. Draco dipped his tongue into the boy's navel, and Harry thought that he had never been harder in his life, including when he saw the magnificent creature in front of him naked in all his glory. He knew that if he didn't do anything about it soon, very soon, he would come in his pants, and wouldn't that be embarrassing, coming without Draco even touching his erection.

Seeming to know this, it wasn't exactly something Harry could hide at the moment, Draco slid down off the couch and onto his knees. His silver eyes looked up to meet Harry's, asking permission, and all the raven-haired boy could do was nod.

Encouraged, Draco undid Harry's belt, agonisingly slow, before pulling the boy's pants down below his ankles and off. Next to go were Harry's black socks. Damn, Draco could tease.

Finally, after kissing a trail from his grown legs, Draco reached a hand inside Harry's boxers, gripping his hard flesh. Harry groaned in relief, his eyes closed tight, when all of a sudden his boxers were gone. Opening his eyes in surprise, emerald eyes met a mischievous gleam in silver ones.

He heard Draco drop his wand with a clatter, but it didn't really register in his mind. Their eyes we locked as Draco brought his other hand around Harry's prick. Soon he began a rhythm, one hand pumping the length of Harry's cock while his other massaged his balls.

And then the unexpected happened. During their locked gaze, Harry's focus had slipped, his mind reeling with ecstasy. So when Draco's tongue flicked out to taste the pre-cum on Harry's member, the boy gasped in surprise, his eyes coming to focus on Draco. He looked so beautiful like that, his flaxen hair covering his face, his cheeks slightly rosy. Hard to believe something as angelic looking as him could be anything remotely related to Slytherin.

When Draco licked at his prick again, Harry was more prepared, moaning out for the blonde to do more. And Draco complied, pulling himself closer, licking his lips, and slipping the hard flesh into his mouth.

Harry closed his eyes, head rolling back. So this is what bliss felt like. He moaned loudly when the Slytherin swirled his tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, brushing against his foreskin.

It took all of Harry's will not to thrust his hips and get his cock to go all the way down the blonde's throat. Draco, though, seeming to sense his struggle, gripped Harry hips and pulled him in as far as he could.

The sensation of his prick hitting the back of Draco's throat sent Harry over the edge, and after only a few more sucks, he came loudly in the blonde's mouth, moaning out Draco's name. After milking every last drop from Harry's softening cock, Draco swallowed the other's come, only a little bit dribbling out the corner of his mouth. But on his way up to the Gryffindor's lips, Draco licked that up.

Before, Harry thought the idea of tasting himself was a little perverted, but tasting it off of Draco's lips and tongue was definitely something. They kissed and kissed for some time, before they broke apart, looking into each other's eyes.

"That was-"

"I know."

"Wow."

"Yes."

"You are-"

"Mmmhmm."

Harry was sure that he had a great goofy smile on his face, but he didn't care. That was so much better than just wanking off.

They sat there together, nothing being said, and it wasn't until Harry felt Draco rubbing up against him that he realised that the Slytherin boy was still hard. That was hardly fair, and you know Gryffindors.

So Harry, the only experience he'd ever had was jerking his own self off, removed his hands from Draco's fair hair, sliding them down to unzip his pants. Once accomplished, Harry reached into them, past Draco's silky boxers, finding the blonde's hard and weeping flesh.

At the contact, Draco moaned, leaning his head against Harry's. He gave a sharp intake of breath when Harry gripped a little too hard.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled his apology. Rubbing a different prick was different; it felt so foreign. Sometime after started to get Draco off, Harry felt pale hands envelop his own cock, which was getting hard again.

With their foreheads pressed together, eyes watching the other, they would lick or nip at the other's lips through their joined panting and moaning. It wasn't long before Draco's orgasm hit. Hard. His come filled Harry's hands and then some. The feeling off the other's come in his hands sent Harry over the edge, and he was surprised that after his first load shot, he could come again so quickly.

They stayed looking into each other's eyes for a long time, both of their hands still moving a bit, milking every last bit. Then finally Draco muttered a cleaning charm on them both, setting aside his wand, before taking his hands to cup Harry's face. "That was amazing," he whispered, and the proceeded to engulf the Gryffindor's swollen lips with his own. By the time the kiss had ended both boy were breathless.

"I- I should go, before it gets too late."

Draco felt a little crushed at that, watching the Gryffindor stand to gather his things. Then the blonde got up as well, grabbing Harry's hand. "Harry, don't. Stay with me. Please."

Looking into Draco's silvery eyes, Harry found that he just couldn't reject him. "Anything you want."

Draco smiled, pulling Harry over to his bed. Once they had turned off the lights (by magic, of course) and climbed into bed, they shared one final kiss, before Harry rested his head on Draco's chest.

"Night, Draco."

"Sweet dreams, Harry."

Tired though he was, Draco stayed awake for a little book, just revelling in the feeling and warmth Harry gave him, just by sharing his bed. He hoped that this meant that this would be the end of a cold and lonely bed for Draco.

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A/N: Well… there you go. ) Hope you enjoyed. I know, I need to work on my sex scenes and such… but I hope it was okay. Please give me some feedback. I love to hear your reviews. I assure you that I started this chappie the day after I posted chapter 8… it just took so long because it's the longest chapter yet 10.5/11 pages on Microsoft word. And so yeah… Pleasepleaseplease review! I love it when you guys review… it makes me feel like I have something to write for… and it hurries up my writing process… the encouragement of it and all. Tell me your thoughts on the smutty scene and all… I'd like to hear if I'm doing something wrong or something.

Thanks. ) Love you all! -Blows kisses-