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This chapter is for Sirius, Remus, Pervy Peter and Antler Boy. MARAUDERS FOREVER!

There were several muttered charms on the other side of the door, and it sprang open. By the time it had, Harry and Draco were seated at opposite ends of the sofa, both grinning, and taking simultaneous sips from suspiciously full glasses of white wine.

Mrs Weasley burst in, smiling broadly.

"Goodness boys, you're both still in one piece. When Tom said he saw Harry coming into this room I had an awful feeling you'd be spending the whole night at each others throats."

Draco muffled a strangled yelp at this and Harry kicked him.

"Bastard." Muttered the blonde.

"But seeing as you're both acting in a manner which appears to be worryingly civilised, I'll leave you to your wine. See you both at breakfast."

And with this, she turned and left the room.

Harry let out a breath that he hadn't realised he had been holding. He put his wine on the floor and dropped his head onto Draco's shoulder. He felt Draco lift his arm and wrap it around Harry's shoulders. The blondes other hand then gently cupped Harry's chin and pulled it up towards him. He kissed Harry lightly on the forehead.

The contact was like lighting a fuse. Almost instantly, the boys were on top of each other, biting, licking, sucking at each others necks, and as Harry writhed underneath Draco, the blonde pulled his shirt upwards, sliding his hands all over Harry's chest, with its smooth covering of dusty black hair. Draco removed the shirt and

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At four o'clock, Harry awoke. He first tried to figure out where exactly all his body parts were, and once he had done that, to the detriment of some parts of his hangover, he decided laying still would be the best bet. Because he was cradled in the arms of Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was sitting up, back against the arm of the sofa, and Harry was nestled in his arms, stretched out between Draco's legs, his head resting on the blonde's chest. And he was, although covered with a blanket, completely butt-naked.

"Morning sleepy-head" whispered the blonde. "Do you still respect me?"

Harry could hardly think. His head was pounding. What the hell had gone on last night? Apart from the sex. He could figure that much out, and from the aches in strange parts of his body, and the dried come in other parts, it had been pretty hot.

"Yes, Ma…Draco. I still respect you. I will respect you even more if you'll charm my hangover away."

Draco picked up his wand and waved it dismissively at Harry. The brunette felt his head clear and the nausea subside.

"Thank you. Can we sleep some more? I'm tired. Think you wore me out."

Draco gently touched Harry's cheek with his finger.

"No. I want to talk to you. I want you to tell me your secrets. I'll tell you this now Harry; I don't do one night stands."

"Oh god though Draco, I'm not sure if I can handle you being a talker. Not on only an hours sleep. I'll tell you a big secret. I don't do one night stands either."

Draco kissed Harry, full on the mouth. Harry recoiled.

"Draco! I may not do one night stands, but it's a long relationship before I'll kiss anyone with morning breath!"

Draco picked up his wand again, and waved it at himself and Harry while muttering under his breath. He then kissed Harry again. This time, Harry responded almost as much as he had last night. Draco's lips and tongue and ah. Harry gave in to the blonde's assault on his mouth and leaned back, allowing the blonde full control. Draco twined his fingers with Harry's, which Harry found a strangely intimate gesture, but he didn't really have the time to deal with it. Draco's other hand was…where? Ah there, realised Harry. On his rapidly hardening cock.

Harry suddenly, and for reasons he was unsure of, moved away from Draco.

"Draco, this is…this. I don't know. Moving way to fast for me. I think. Shit."

The blonde stood up, his face a picture of Malfoy-esque rage.

"You think WHAT, Potter? Fucking hell, deep down you're just a waste of time, aren't you?"

"Draco. Stop. Sit down. I don't want to stop. Oh for God's sake why can't I talk?"

For once in his life, Draco listened to Harry. He sat down next to the brunette who was now sitting with his head in his hands.

"Harry, talk to me. What's wrong. It's four in the morning and you're having a what? A commitment-issue paddy? We're eighteen. Well. You're eighteen. It doesn't matter. It's only a shag."

"That's the point, it's not. And I can't deal with it right now."

Harry then did the unthinkable. He stood up, picked up his shirt from the lampshade (!), his boxers from the mantle-piece (!), and his jacket from the bathroom (!) He couldn't see his trousers, so decided not to bother looking.

"Draco, we'll talk about this at school. Just don't think you've got away from me. I'm not letting what last night was slip away, I promise you."

He pulled the blonde into his arms and hugged him tight.

"You bastard Harry. See you on the train."

Draco sat on the sofa for a while after Harry left. Then he went to his bed, curled up under the covers and fell into a deep, dreamless, miserable sleep.

A/N: Yo, yo yo! You want the smut, you gotta review! Ha! How cool am I? Anyone who has issues with the smut being an email, TOUGH SHIT! Trust me, the smut is hot. Worth reading. Enjoy, you perverted fic-lovers!

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