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 7: Naughty Harry

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Harry awoke to find himself draped across something that was definitely not his mattress. Turning his head slightly he was presented with a view most shocking, and yet strangely erotic for so early in the morning. From this angle Harry was privy to a close up view to Draco's morning erection, no doubt fuelled by their activities from the night before. Harry smirked as a decidedly naughty thought entered his head.

Still in the land of nod Draco Malfoy found himself in the grasp of one Harry Potter, literally. Damn, how did Potter do this to him, dream Draco thought to himself. His brain addled with pleasure, he allowed a moan to escape his lips. Draco excused this slip of composure as Harry was admittedly a very accomplished partner. Indeed.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, Draco's dreams were about to come to an untimely end. Just as Draco was nearing completion under Harry's skilful ministrations he was jerked awake by a decidedly wet and warm sensation which surrounded part of his anatomy which responded heartily to the sensation.

Draco's grey eyes snapped open, immediately alert to his surroundings, and found a very pleasing sight before him. A dark head which sported a mop of bed hair beyond all comprehension was currently bobbing up and down his length performing what was, Draco decided, and excellent morning activity that should be repeated from this day and every day hereafter. Draco moved his hand onto Harry's shoulder to indicate his approaching climax. Harry simply increased the pace and swallowed as Draco moaned his completion. Yet another slip of composure which Draco was by this stage unaware because he may have passed out for a few seconds there.

Upon coming to, Draco sighed as he realised that he had yet again done something that would be otherwise unacceptable if Harry hadn't been an altogether excellent specimen of human gorgeousness and in possession of one of the most talented tongues that Draco had ever had the pleasure of encountering.

Harry smirked down at the slack, yet still undoubtedly cute features of his…boyfriend? (Note to self: establish nature of relationship.) Passing out after coming, excellent blackmail material. Harry watched as Draco opened his eyes.

Damn though Draco, Harry noticed the lack of consciousness. "Ah, good morning?" Draco said uncertainly, what did one say after receiving first class head and then promptly passing out? If it had been anyone else the answer would have been a well placed memory charm but Harry was of course the most powerful wizard of all time and so any of Draco's spells would have been a waste of time. So he simply had to endure Harry's self satisfied smirk (again, that is my smirk).

"Good morning Draco. Sleep well I trust?" Harry said, now the picture of innocence.

Draco of course knew otherwise. May as well get it over with, "Yes, thankyou Harry. And may I just say that you chose a truly ingenious way of waking me."

"Thankyou, of course it didn't quite achieve my aim. I did want to keep you awake. It is now a full six minutes after you passed out," by now Harry couldn't contain his mirth.

Draco was of course lost for words. Passing out for a few seconds sure, but six minutes? He would never live this down. "You are quite talented with that tongue, Harry. And now, if you will excuse me; I will be taking a shower." With that Draco tried to entangle himself from Harry and gracefully take his leave from this altogether humiliating experience. But Harry wasn't having any of it.

"Come on Draco, don't be like that. I though it was very cute, and of courses, it is a sure sign of my sexual prowess, something which has given my ego a wonderful boost." Harry smiled down at the steadily reddening Draco.

Draco huffed and mumbled something which sounded suspiciously something like, "Yeah, like you needed it, Golden Boy." Harry ignored this and did the only thing he knew would rectify the situation and pulled Draco into a passionate kiss, which would have been lovely if it hadn't been for the presence of morning breath.

Hi…I'm slightly ashamed about the length of time which has passed since I last updated. Okay, more than slightly ashamed. But of course year 12 was a big year and all spare time was taken up with homework, study and reading fanfiction cough. Anyway, I think the most important thing is that I now have time to write my story again. I have renewed inspiration and must thank xXxEmileighxXx for her recent review. It surprised me because I thought that my story would have been lost in cyber space by now, but apparently not.

I know this is an extremely short 'chapter' but I will be posting a wonderfully long chapter with lots of plot development and more Harry/Draco action in the next few days, probably Monday.

Thankyou to anyone who has given their time to read this pathetic excuse for an excuse for my long absence and recent return to the world of writing fanfiction. And of course thankyou to all those who reviewed my last chapter which came out so long ago, its too shameful to even think about.