I feel it.

My doom is coming.

I've had detentions before, but this one feels different.

It feels like something big's going to happen, I can't put my finger on it.

Maybe because it will take so long. God I hate Malfoy!

It draws nearer, three hours, two hours, one hour, half an hour, ten minutes.

I heave myself off to the second floor to find Malfoy waiting with a bucket and two mops.

'Potter' he says.

'Malfoy' I snarl.

'Ooh hoo hoo! Mardy, Potter?' he sniggers.

' Just get this over with'

I grab a mop and get started. He stands there smirking at me.

' Hello, grab a mop!' I tell him, he continues to smirk.

'No thanks' he says flatly.

I get up, I've had enough of him saying what he will and will not do.

I hate him and his disregard for rules, and his arrogance and his cockiness and…and…and his perfect hair and his perfect body.

I attempt to tell him but all that comes out is the bit about his hair and his body.

Damn you stupid brain, look he thinks its funny.

' Well, well, Harry.'

Harry? What the…? I stare at him in disbelief.

' You know I planned this Harry' he continues as if he has said nothing odd. 'I wanted to get you alone. I wanted to tell you how I feel. But now I know you feel the same.'

He walks to the window and stares out, his back to me.

' About what?' I ask.

' Me!' he says as though it's obvious.

' I…I…' I stutter

'I love you Harry, you're gorgeous' he turns and smiles at me.

I have no idea what to say. I'm still getting over the fact that Draco is gay.

What do I do? He is gorgeous, but am I gay? Here we go again.

Unfortunately my body doesn't want to stand and think.

It wants to feel. To feel Draco's lips, his body, his silky hair.

I run up to him and fling my arms around him. He launches into a kiss.

Its heaven. No it's better than heaven.

His moist, soft, blood red lips that taunted me for so long are so nice. So tasty, just like caramel. sticky, sweet, and addictive. I nibble at them.

He places his arms around my waist and pinches my arse.

He pushes me against the wall, he licks up and down my neck, I feel his dick against me and he can feel mine.

I push him back; he drops to the floor, with me on top of him still locked in that kiss.

He rolls over so I'm on the ground and he pulls off his robe, breaking our connection.

I do the same so were both naked.

I turn and he mounts me. He waits for a second, toying with me.

Then he enters me. It feels amazing, better than the kiss, better than anything I have ever experienced, he thrusts again.

I feel whole, like all my life I have been incomplete, and Draco makes me whole again.

He strokes my dick, it wont be long before I come.

Our moans of pleasure echo around the corridor, what would we do if anyone heard and came to look for us? I don't know. And I don't fucking care either.

All I care about, is that Draco never leaves me, never exits me, I don't want to be unfinished again.

Draco is getting faster, I feel close to bursting. Then Draco ejects his little swimmers inside me, and I come too.

He falls back to the floor, exhausted. I know the feeling.

I lay next to him, and he smiles at me. I laugh at what we've just done.

'What?' he asks, still displaying those perfect teeth.

' If anyone told me in my first year, that I would do THAT with you, I would have told them they were mental.' I giggle.

'I know, it's strange' he heaved himself up off the floor and pulled on his clothes.

I stay put watching him, entranced.

' You know, we still have to clean the floor' he tells me while smoothing his hair.

' I know' I sigh and get dressed myself.

We spend about half an hour mopping up, talking about Quidditch and boring things that neither of us really cares about at the moment.

We pay little attention to the floor and where were going, I stare at him, he stares at me, we just stare.

All too soon were done and were saying goodbye, but I can't help myself

'What are we going to do?'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, are we a couple or a one night stand or what?'

He laughs 'I love you Harry. If you don't feel the same about me then fine, but I would like to be a couple.' he steps forward and plants a kiss on my lips, but it doesn't last long.

He turns and walks away, I think for a while, I know what I want.

I walk away too, I know now. I want Draco, he's gorgeous, witty and talented.

And he's a great fuck.

I know what I want. I want him; I want to be with him, to love him.

I want to feel his love, his lips, and his body. I want to feel it.