Author notes: If I was cooler this part would be a lot more interesting (and NC-17 rated), but alas, it is not. Damn. Why are these chapters so short. Ah, well. You can deal. Read and review on! ...please!

Chapter Three: In which Harry and Draco have some really good times

After what seemed like hours, they broke apart.

Draco babbled in an attempt to collect himself, "So…so that's what we do, then. You and me. We…we do that. It's normal, you know. Perfectly normal. It's always been like this. I—"

Draco stopped. Harry was laughing. For a heart-stopping minute he thought Harry actually knew what was going on, had figured it out, but then Harry smiled and said, "Yeah, I know. It's, uh, all coming back to me."

Harry grinned at Draco. Draco couldn't deal with it. Losing his head completely, he gave a strangled sort of scream and lunged like a crazy person in a random direction. That direction turned out to be right onto Harry.

Draco lay parallel to Harry, breathing heavily and looking both horrified at what he had done and excited at the possibilities of this new arrangement. Flat on his back beneath Draco, Harry said smoothly, "Do we do this too, then?"

Draco suddenly found that he wasn't nervous any more. He grinned and said breathlessly, "Yeah…all the time."

This was all working so…perfectly. Harry was thinking exactly the same thing. Not wanting to waste another minute or risk something else going wrong, he pulled Draco roughly to him. Their lips met, and stayed together. And there was no stopping them now. Inexperienced they might have been, but that wasn't going to stand in their way. Arms and legs tangled together, they rolled into a bush and out of sight, just as Harry's hand disappeared down Draco's trousers.

Twenty minutes later the two boys lay disheveled and flushed beside each other in the clearing where Draco had found Harry, what seemed like days ago.

"Is…Do you…is it that good every time?" asked Harry hoarsely, his head resting on Draco's lap as Draco moved his hand slowly through Harry's hair.

"I don't know, honestly," said Draco without thinking. Then he clapped his hand over his mouth, horrified at the secret he had just let slip. "I mean—I—yes!" he gasped. "Yes, of course it is. Because we do…it…all the time." He nodded, reassuring himself more than Harry that this was an acceptable lie.

"Pretty good for a first time, I think," said Harry quietly.

Draco stiffened. "What do—you—mean," he said jerkily, not looking at Harry, "by first—time?"

Harry laughed and kissed Draco gently. Draco melted. How he had missed that laugh, how he wanted more of that taste that Harry's tongue left in his mouth… He barely heard what Harry said next.

"I was just faking, Draco. Just faking…to get to you…"

Draco looked around dazedly. "Jus'…wha'?" he asked dazedly.

"Just faking. No amnesia or anything. It was just a bump on the head. I just wanted an excuse to…" He didn't have to finish his sentence.

"Oh," said Draco croakily. "Me…me too…but you…"

Harry cut him off with another kiss. Draco's body went limp, but another part of him went rather hard. "Back to your place, shall we?" asked Harry hopefully.

"Yeah…oh, yeah," said Draco, coming back to reality. "My place…yeah…just a bump…"

They got up, redressed awkwardly and began to walk, Harry with his broomstick slung over one shoulder in what Draco fancied was an extremely attractive way. "Make a promise, though?" asked Harry.

"What's that?" asked Draco softly, nuzzling Harry's neck with his head. Harry grinned hugely.

"Let's do that again."

The end

More author notes: Thanks again to my lovely betas (Maddy, AKA Smut, and Courtney) and Liz of the miscellaneous credit. So, um...thanks for reading, those who did me that courtesy, and even more thanks for reviewing if you did. Even so, I expect I'll be back pretty soon. You can't stave off the bunies for long.