"So, what do you say?" Harry asked impatiently after watching Draco mull it over for several minutes.
Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "What the hell? It's not like it's gonna mean anything."
"No, If course not," Harry agreed, his breath tickling Draco's ear again.
Draco shifted slightly, finding himself becoming rather turned on. "Well, get on with it Potter," he drawled, "We haven't got all day."
Harry grinned wolfishly again, and then dipped his head to let his lips brush Draco's. The Slytherin didn't make any complaints, so Harry slipped his tongue in, feeling a jolt as it brushed against Draco's warm tongue.
"Not bad Potter," Draco sneered as they broke away. Actually, he thought with some shock, Potter had been rather good. He pulled Harry down and kissed him. Harry tasted like caramel chocolates, and it made Draco hungry for more. He kissed him greedily, and was glad when the Gryffindore reciprocated.
Harry pulled away from the kiss and refrained from gasping. Draco's actions had surprised him. He hadn't really expected him to join in, although it wasn't a bad thing – Draco was actually a pretty good kisser.
He loosened Draco's tie, and then began fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. When they were finally undone he kissed Draco again, and then began kissing his way down to Draco's chest. Draco moaned slightly as Harry's teeth lightly brushed his nipple. Harry grinned and ran his tongue around the hardened nipple, then moved on to the other one.
Draco gritted his teeth, not wanting Harry to know just how successful he was, although he needn't have bothered. If the hardness of Draco's groin was anything to go by, Harry was pretty sure he was doing the right thing.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by Draco pushing him away. "What are you doing?" he gasped.
"Well Potter, surprisingly enough, this isn't all about me," Draco said as he worked on undoing Harry's tie and shirt. That done, he ran a hand down Harry's side, stopping at his hip. He was glad to see Harry wasn't any more muscular than himself – just toned from all those hours of Quidditch. He ran a finger lazily down Harry's chest and grinned as the boy writhed beneath him.
Harry was sure Goosebumps were appearing where Draco touched him, and he suddenly wanted more. He reached out and grabbed Draco's belt, his fingers brushing against the blond boy's erection as he did so. Draco flinched at the brief contact, and didn't object as Harry began undoing his jeans. Soon they were off, and Draco shrugged off his shirt, leaving him in his boxers. They were black satin, Harry noted with a grin, and very expensive looking.
Draco nodded his approval; glad the restraint of his jeans was gone. He ran his hands down Harry's sides again, and then slid them around to the front of Harry's pants, undoing the belt and fly in one quick movement. Harry grinned, and then toyed with the waistband of Draco's underwear.
"Oh come on, get on with it Potter!" Draco said with a slight pant. Harry couldn't help but smirk at Draco's obvious arousal and discomfort. He nodded his head slightly, and then helped relieve Draco of his boxers.
Draco was now completely naked, except for his school tie which was still hanging loosely around his neck. Harry pulled lightly on it, drawing Draco's face closer to his. They kissed, and then Harry returned his attention to more important matters.