DISCLAMER: I own nothing; everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury etc.

WARNINGS: This will be slash of the Draco/Harry variety. Other pairings include: Hermione/Ron, Lupin/Snape, others may come later.

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Chapter 6: A step forward

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Harry sat on the bar stool in the kitchen hunched over his cooling mug of hot chocolate. His gaze was fixed on the stove but it was clear that his thoughts were far away. Draco had crept out of his room after storming in there a few hours ago. He felt slightly guilty about his behavior. But damn he'd tried so hard, he'd even put in a nipple ring for Merlin's sake! Draco sidled over to Harry and sat on the stool next to him. He summoned himself a bottle of vodka with a wave of his wrist (what? He was one of the most powerful wizards of his time). Harry finally acknowledged his appearance and cast a sheepish look at Draco.

"Look, Draco. I'm really sorry about earlier. It's just I realized that I don't really know that much about you…"

"It's okay Harry, it was my fault. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my sexy body. Especially with that nipple ring…" Draco drawled fingering his ring again.

"And just how do you know that I like nipple rings?" Harry looked slightly disturbed that Draco knew one of his secret fetishes. They'd only been living together for a few days, how was it he knew about that?

"I may have accidentally stumbled across a secret stash of porn under the washing basket in the laundry." Draco broke off at Harry's mortified look.

"May I ask when said porn will be returned?" Harry recovered quickly as a few not so innocent images entered his mind, each featuring a very naked Draco jerking off over Harry's porno magazines. In fact now that he thought about it, it was rather flattering that Draco had gone to such lengths to try and seduce him, underhanded yes, but then Draco was a Slytherin after all and they were known for their cunning ways.

"Sure you can ask, I just can't guarantee that it will be returned. It's pretty good stuff Potter. I never pegged you for the type of guy to buy porn, though." Draco said, smirking.

"Well, not everything is as it seems, you above all people should know that Draco." Harry replied adopting the smirk also ('Grrr!' Thought Draco, 'I hate it when he does that. It's my smirk, damn it!'). "Hey Draco. What do you say to dinner?"

"Like a date?" Was Harry Potter actually asking him out on a real date? Could it be?

"Sure why not? Can you be ready in ten minutes?" Harry knew that this would be impossible for Draco but said it anyway just to annoy him.

"Make it thirty and you've got a deal" With that Draco disappeared into his room for thirty minutes.

Harry was ready in ten and had spent the past twenty minutes sitting on the couch listening to Draco singing in the shower; it was amusing to say the least.

When Draco finally emerged Harry was once again shocked into silence, this time Draco realised that this reaction was a good sign. He strutted towards the door, "Well? What are you waiting for Potter? Get you're delectable arse over here and let's go!" Harry could do nothing but obey. Draco looked absolutely ravishing in his outfit – tight dark blue jeans, black silk shirt, leather wrist cuffs, ample amounts of coal eyeliner and his hair was gelled into small spikes. It almost made him wish that he'd put the same amount of effort into his outfit. However, little did Harry know that Draco was thinking just know fucking hot he looked in his outfit of blue jeans and a green and white striped polo shirt with a grey dress jacket over the top. (Mmmm…thought Draco, it is imperative to prevent any drooling tonight – must accomplish that, terribly embarrassing if caught drooling again, ah…not that I've ever done it before or anything…casts furtive glance around the room)

Twenty minutes and a bus ride later Harry and Draco arrived at a very trendy restaurant in the centre of town called the Nirvana. At this point Harry turned to Draco, "Do you like Indian food?"

"Muggle Indian? I can always give it a try," replied Draco. Harry pulled Draco into the restaurant where they were greeted by the maitre de.

"A table for two" Harry requested.

"Certainly sirs, right this way." Picking up two menus' he led the two men over to a booth near the back of the restaurant.

Harry took a hold of Draco's hand as the maitre de led them to their table. They shared a small secretive smile. It seemed that their relationship had finally taken a step in the right direction.

As the meal progressed the two men had fallen into friendly conversation. Harry was enjoying Draco's company and was relishing that the man before him had certainly changed a lot from the Draco who used to taunt him when they were younger. This Draco was far more considerate and thoughtful, not that he openly showed these feelings, indeed Harry was under the impression that Draco merely acted as though he believed himself to above others. He knew that Draco would have been very disappointed to learn that he thought this and he grinned to himself.

Harry and Draco talked about everything from their time at Hogwarts to their hopes for the future. Draco seemed reluctant to open up about the past few years and Harry wondered about that. It still troubled his as to the real reason why Draco had arrived on his doorstep not two weeks ago but he felt his growing attraction to the blonde and realised that he wasn't bothered all that much, after all he had his own secrets. Some which certainly weren't fit for polite company.

Several hours later Harry and Draco were ambling up the stairs to the apartment stopping ever few stairs for a snog and a few shameless gropings. Stumbling through the apartment door Draco managed to detach his lips from Harry's to gasp, "Is this what you want?"

Harry nodded, he had been thinking about this all night and had decided that he wanted Draco, and Harry always got what he wanted.

Harry began unbuttoning Draco's shirt as he was led towards his bedroom. His legs came into contact with the bed and he collapsed back onto it, pulling Draco down with him. Draco pulled Harry's shirt over his head and ran his fingers over his chest, stopping to play with Harry's hardening nipples. He paused only to remove his jeans and Harry did the same. They were now dressed in only their boxers. Both admired the others physique thinking that they were the luckiest guy in the world.

As their cocks brushed through their boxers a moan broke the silence and there was a frenzy to remove their last piece of clothing. Harry leant forwards and claimed Draco's lips, slipping his tongue into Draco's mouth as he encircled Draco's cock with his fist. He detached his mouth and licked a path down Draco's chest coming to rest at his final destination. He began to lap at the head of Draco's cock in small hungry licks and then sucked on the head, drawing it further into his mouth. Draco's hips rose off the couch and his whole body shuddered at the feeling of Harry's mouth on his member. He was incredibly turned on and was going to come any minute. He didn't think he could hold off his orgasm for very long. He felt his body stiffen and his relief came in waves, he watched as Harry drank down his entire load. Harry once again took Draco's lips and Draco could taste himself along with Harry in that kiss, he couldn't help but begin to feel incredibly turned on again despite his release just moments earlier.

Harry looked into Draco's eyes and whispered a barely audible "We don't have to…"

Draco replied slightly breathless, "I want to. I've been thinking about this almost since the moment I arrived here last week," he admitted watching Harry's reaction closely.

"Me too" Harry replied before reaching for his want to cast the lubrication charm (handy little charm if you thought about it really) "Lubricus" he muttered a stream of lube appearing in his hand. He rubbed liberal amounts on his cock which twitched in anticipation. Draco moved to roll onto his stomach, but Harry stopped him, "No, I want you to see that it's me fucking you". Draco groaned and bucked his hips upwards, it seems that he was incapable of speech at this moment (but he wasn't drooling score one Draco!). Harry leant forward and parted Draco's flesh until he could see his puckering hole, Harry ran the flat of his tongue over the entrance and gently probed it with his tongue. Draco thrashed at the invasion, moaning with anticipation. Removing his tongue, he inserted a well lubed finger and curled it inwards to touch Draco's prostate earning a moan of ecstasy from the blonde who was writhing beneath his ministrations.

"More…Fuck me, Harry. I need you" Draco moaned. Harry grinned and gladly complied adding a second finger and gently stretching the blonde, preparing him for what was to come. Harry scissored his fingers and then removed them from the blonde, Draco whimpered at the sudden loss but was soon rewarded with a much greater pleasure. Harry penetrated Draco with his cock, watching Draco's face for any signs of pain, there were none. Eventually he came to a halt. His length completely sheathed in Draco. He waited until Draco relaxed into the invasion and began to move against him.

Draco humped and moved against Harry's cock aching with delight at the pleasure he was experiencing. Draco felt so alive, so aroused, that he knew his release was approaching fast. Draco warned Harry of his imminent release by grabbing at his back, his fingers dug into his skin. Harry continued pounding into Draco's warm depths and moaned out his release almost simultaneously with Draco's. Collapsing in an exhausted heap, Harry still inside Draco they mumbled incoherent words of lust and appreciation for the pleasure that they had just experienced. Pulling out of Draco, Harry rolled off his slightly but left his arm wrapped around the blonde in a somewhat protective matter, it was in this position that they fell into an exhausted and happy sleep.

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A/N: Well, there it was. My first smut scene ever YAY. I hope it was okay and lived up to any expectations. I would love reviews telling me what you thought and how to improve etc.