Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related things belong to J.K. Rowling and co.

Warning: Boy/Boy action (Finally!)

Chapter 6

"Bye, Harry," Hermione said, planting a kiss on Harry's cheek.

"Goodbye mate," Ron said, giving Harry a slap on the back and following Hermione up into the train.

They both got a window seat and began waving, as did Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and a few others who bade him farewell.

Draco, meanwhile, was saying goodbye to a once again bawling Pansy, whom he sighed in relief once she was on the train but tensed when he heard his name said in an endearment from one of the train windows. Crabbe and Goyle had both uttered a rather quick goodbye, once again with goods in hands and pockets, and had stumbled up the steps and into the train. Harry stared in surprise that the weight of both boys didn't nearly capsize the train, but then again, who were they compared to Dudley.

Blaise had stayed behind and was currently having a rather animated, possibly a bit heated chat with Draco, Harry noted as he turned to look at them. The train gave a last whistle and a package was handed over to Draco before a kiss on the lips and a goodbye were said and Blaise was on the train.

Draco turned around and began to walk away while Harry stood there, still waving at his friends who hadn't stopped waving yet. "You're going to wave your hand off," Draco muttered as he stood next to him, looking down at the ground as the train slowly grew out of sight.

"Maybe I should have waved with my other hand then," Harry said before walking back towards the school. Both boys seemed rather glum as they made their way over to their room and sat down.

Professor Larson stared at the invitation on the table, as did Harry and Draco.

"I'm not going," he said.

"Why not?" asked Harry.

"Because…, I should stay here and work with you two," he said.

"It's Christmas Eve, Professor. You should go out and have some fun," Harry said.

"But…,"

"If you're worried about us, Professor, don't. We'll be alright," Draco said.

"But…, I can't…, I shouldn't…," Professor Larson said, still staring at the invitation.

"But you will. Come on, what are you afraid of. Go get ready now!" Harry said, a bit too hyperactive at the moment.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Professor Larson asked.

"Yes sir, now go on and change," Harry said, getting up and pulling a rather unwilling Professor Larson with him and into his room. "Put on something nice. We're waiting, so hurry!"

Draco rolled his eyes, wondering what could have gotten into Harry, and pulled Harry back to the couch, who would probably have gladly stood by the door the entire time if Draco hadn't pulled him away.

A few minutes later Professor Larson emerged from his room and sat back down on the couch, now ready but still not fully convinced that he should be going out and leaving them both together.

"You look good, Professor," Harry said and Draco noted that he, in fact, did look good. He wore a turtleneck, tight fitting, long sleeved sweater and khaki pants that were a bit of a loser fit and rode low on his hips. His hair was styled as usual, in curls around his face, and he had discarded his glasses. Then again, when didn't Professor Larson look good?

"I still don't think I should go," Professor Larson began when Harry interrupted him.

"No, you will go. This… André guy will really appreciate it. He seems like a good friend of yours and you just can't say no. Now go and enjoy yourself," Harry said, beginning to usher him out the door with invitation in hand.

"But…" Professor Larson began with a confused look but not really fighting against being pushed out the door.

"No buts. What's the worse that can happen?" Harry said with a semi-amused Draco behind him.

"A lot…," Professor Larson mumbled.

"What?" Harry asked, opening the door and stepping through it with Professor Larson.

"Nothing, never mind. You both behave yourselves while I'm gone. I shouldn't be out too late then," he said, beginning to turn around with the invitation and a sigh of defeat.

"Professor Larson, wait," Harry said and Professor Larson turned with curious eyes towards Harry, only to be met with the face inches away from his own.

"Mistletoe," Harry said simply and tiptoed slightly to push his lips against Professor Larson's.

Jake's eyes went wide with surprise and shock. This… was not what he had been expecting… at all, when he had been called back by Harry. Sure, he had wanted it; sure, he had dreamed about it, but for it to be finally happening. It had seemed impossible.

Harry, meanwhile though, raised a hand to pull Professor Larson closer to him and Professor Larson felt himself relaxing into the kiss. His own arms snaked around the slender boy's waist, pushing their bodies even closer as their kiss continued until a rather loud cough disrupted the kiss and he pulled back, fingers that had been caressing his hair leaving their place and disentangling himself from Harry's waist.

"Sorry," Jake said, moving backwards and looking from Draco's infuriated gaze to Harry's rather oblivious and foolishly happy one. He raised an eyebrow in concern when the door was suddenly slammed in his face and all he could do was sigh, raise a hand to his lips to remember the kiss that had just taken place, pinch himself to make sure that it all hadn't been a dream, and walk away towards André's party.

"What, in Merlin's sake, do you think you were doing?" asked Draco to a slowly realizing Harry.

Harry seemed to be waking up from a stupor and he looked from the door, to Draco, back to the door, and back. "Oh god," Harry said, falling in a heap on the floor and drawing his knees in. "What have I done, what have I done?" he practically yelled, tears slowly beginning to form on his face. "He probably hates me now. Thinks I'm easy. He probably hates me. He hates me," Harry said when he was rather forcefully shaken by the shoulders.

"Snap out of it, Potter, and come on. Stand up and swallow it. It seemed like Professor Larson was enjoying it too, either ways, perverted old geezer," mumbled Draco with a look of envy that Harry missed.

Harry, instead, began to take in deep breaths to calm himself until he was stable. "I still can't believe I did that. I don't know what got into me," Harry said.

Draco shrugged. "Whatever it was, be happy it's gone now. I was afraid I was going to end up in Azkaban by the end of tonight for strangling you," Draco said before turning fully around to Harry. "So, are we going or not?"

Harry stared at him before realization hit him and he smiled a soft smile. "Of course we are. Just let me pull myself together after that kiss, still can't fucking believe I did that, but I'll push it away for now. Let me go get my things then, come on," Harry said and began ransacking his things for his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map.

Twenty minutes later two boys, aged slightly with a potion and cold from head to toe, entered an unfamiliar, but what seemed a pretty popular bar. Harry had taken off his invisibility cloak and hidden it in the groove of a tree on the outskirts of Hogsmeade before going through the town and looking for a place decent enough for Draco to be able to go into.

Heads turned as they walked in, chained, and received smiles from some of the younger looking men and lustful looks from overall everyone in there. Harry was dressed in black, loose fitting slacks and a rather tight, forest green sweater that Draco had insisted on while Draco stood with a black sweater and black, rather tight pants on. Harry blushed at the wolf whistle he got while Draco in front of him only smirked and they both made their way to the bar, where the barman winked at them (much to their disgust) and gave them a drink on the house.

Beside Harry, a rather tall, slim redhead with aqua eyes sat and nudged him to get his attention. When Harry turned, he was immediately caught in a kiss that he couldn't pull out of until he was finally let go and with a smile, the man merely pointed upwards. "Mistletoe," the man said, before walking away.

"Maybe we should move," Harry whispered to Draco, who had seen the whole thing and was scowling at it.

"Didn't look like you minded it," Draco replied, downing another drink that had appeared in front of them. Harry gave him an annoyed look before drinking his own drink and then another.

"So… you're into bondage?" a man whispered into Draco's ear and Draco turned around only to find a brown haired, blue eyed man staring at him with evident lust in his eyes. Draco merely shrugged and drank another drink when he felt an arm go around his shoulder. "I find that… arousing," a sensual voice said in his ear and Draco turned back to find the same brown haired guy standing next to him.

"Sorry, not interested," Draco answered before going back and downing another drink, not sparing another look to the brown haired man.

"So how about we get together. I'll make it worth your time," a dirty blonde with crystal blue eyes was saying to Harry, obviously invading Harry's personal space.

"I don't know," Harry said, blushing and drinking what appeared to be his… tenth drink? Draco looked at the pile of glasses and then at his watch. So he wasn't a drinking machine after all. An hour had passed by and he'd just been drinking drink after drink after drink. 'And there goes another,' Draco noted as Harry drank one more glass, only to be given another by the dirty blonde next to him.

"Blondie over there doesn't look too chummy with you, so why not come home with me?" The dirty blonde said, then introduced himself as Greg.

"Greg…," Harry mumbled with a slight slur. "I like that name."

"What's your name?" Greg asked, getting even closer to Harry.

"Ha-arry," Harry said, hiccupping in between.

"Harry, how nice. H, right after G," Greg said, his face now only inches away from Harry's.

"Right," Harry said, before downing another drink and then looking at Greg. "I like your eyes," he said before pressing his lips into Greg's, who didn't seem to mind at all.

Draco, on the other hand, was trying to push away the persistent brunette once again when he suddenly heard a small moan. Turning, his eyes went wide as he saw Harry having a heated make-out session with some… stranger.

Draco pulled Harry off Greg and made him turn towards him. "What. Are. You. Doing. Potter?" Draco asked, anger obvious in his voice.

"Kissing Greg," Harry said with a smile.

"You are a bad drunk. And you, he doesn't want to see you anymore," Draco said, giving Greg a glare that made him rethink his retaliation and simply move away.

"Now, we're heading back," Draco said, picking himself up and taking Harry up with him.

"You're no fun. I was barely forgetting," Harry said, pouting.

"What?" Draco asked, astonished.

"I was just starting to forget," Harry mumbled again, with anger this time in his voice.

"Well, what a way to forget, Potter," Draco said.

"Shut up, let's just go then," Harry said, standing up and heading out the door.

Draco walked quietly behind Harry, keeping an eye out for what he had now deemed as bipolar-Harry.

Harry collapsed on the bed. Apparently, their Professor was not back, thankfully. They had spent about two hours at the bar, nothing to brag about, but each had consumed more alcohol than they should have. Draco was just starting to feel the buzz while Harry was wishing he had more.

"You know, I haven't been able to forget in a while," Harry finally mumbled to a completely oblivious Draco.

"…."

"Its my way of saying I haven't had a good fuck in a while," Harry finally said.

"Who knew the great Harry Potter would only fuck for pleasure," Draco said, eyes amused. "So that's what you were doing with Greg."

Harry shrugged. "I've found it helps with forgetting, at least for a few hours," Harry said, looking up at the ceiling. "Don't you ever want to forget?"

"Sure," answered Draco. "Always. I want to forget every bloody thing sometimes," Draco said, looking over at the ebony haired beauty beside him and lifting up a hand to caress the tanned skin without much thought.

"You shouldn't," Harry said, catching Draco's arm by the wrist and turning to look at him.

"Why not?"

"It'd change everything."

"Maybe I want a change."

Harry sighed and closed his eyes, letting Draco's wrist go. Draco, with his sudden new buzz and feeling of recklessness, raised his hand again, only to touch the warm tanned skin in the coolness of the night and feel a shiver escape the boy next to him. He stood up and moved closer, his hand never stopping to caress Harry's cheek until he was inches away from Harry's face.

Harry opened his eyes and his green eyes burned with a fire mixed with lust Draco hadn't seen before. Draco's eyes burned with their own fire, lust intermixed as well. And so, driven mostly by what they would later call lust, Harry pressed his lips against Draco's, pulling Draco over him.

Draco let out a small surprising sound but immediately fell into the kiss, body pressed against Harry's and lips pushing with full determination against his. Both kissed with a fiery passion until they were out of breath, regained it, then went back to kissing again, tongues battling for dominance and dancing with each other. Harry nearly moaned at the feelings a single kiss could bring to him and he kissed back, teeth nibbling the other boy's bottom lip and hands running themselves through the silky blonde hair that was softer than he had imagined.

Draco tore himself away from Harry's mouth and led a trail of kisses down to the nape of Harry's neck, where he began to deliver kisses and bites that made Harry under him moan and squirm and that made Draco all the more excited.

A bit hurried, Harry vanished their clothes and could see Draco pouting, even though it was dark, but Harry didn't care. He wanted Draco and he wanted him now. He pushed Draco off him only to pin him down the next instant, grinding down into him and creating groans of pleasure to emit from the throat of his lover. Harry leaned down and began to deliver kisses all over the pale skin, feeling himself harden and feeling Draco hardening as well. He gently lowered his hand and began stroking Draco, the moans becoming louder as he continued with his actions. He kissed Draco, once again, fully on the mouth, before turning him over and lying kisses on his neck while his other hand worked in relaxing him enough to where he could enter.

Lube was called for and placed as Draco began to get more and more relaxed. Pulling out completely, Harry whispered a few words into Draco's ear, at which Draco meekly responded, to lost in the feeling to really listen to much or pay attention to much. Harry nibbled Draco's ear slightly, before administering kisses onto his back as he slowly began to enter him.

Draco let out the loudest moan yet as Harry pushed in before pulling out, then pushed in again. Draco was lost to ecstasy and every time Harry pulled out he almost whimpered at the loss, when suddenly it would be back in, deeper this time, and procuring more feeling than before. He felt Harry's hands working on him, arousing him to a new level. Draco felt himself mumble Harry's name, felt himself asking for more, needing more, wanting to reach that explosion soon.

Harry was panting, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body and making it glisten in the moonlight. He looked down at the pale body below him and no other thought but wanting to near that feeling entered through his head. He obeyed Draco's wishes and picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and deeper into Draco, his own eyes closed now and mouth open and gasping for breath, letting out noises that showed his pleasure.

Draco groaned at the pleasure and pain that was being pushed into him, that he was being made feel, and suddenly screamed out as Harry struck a new spot and brought Draco to an end. Harry came a few seconds later, letting his juices spill inside Draco before retreating and lying down, eyes closed and panting.

Draco opened his eyes and looked over at Harry before wrapping an arm against a startled Harry and resting against him. Draco placed a last kiss on Harry's lips, though he frowned when he was met with unresponsive lips and he placed his head on the other boy's chest, cuddling into him due to the cold breeze and relishing in his warmth.

"Oh fuck," Harry whispered before going to sleep, looking at the blonde next to him and feeling something in the pit of his stomach.

A/N: No, the story doesn't end here. I think it may not even be halfway done, but yay! Three chapters in one day, who knew it could be done. Hope nothing's too hurried and finally, some goodness : )!

Other than that, I'm becoming disheartened by the lack of reviews. I don't mean to be greedy, but… Is my writing that bad? Should I discontinue this story? Is it no good at all? Maybe I really should discontinue it… my first three chapters weren't that big of a hit, but no, I will. I thank those that have stuck through.

Anyways, after this I'm planning on another H/D story and possibly a Naruto/Sasuke one, which I already have the plot for, I just have to plan it out now. But first, I will finish this story!

And lastly. IMPORTANT: Jake will die. Yes, Professor Jake Larson will die… because I need him to die… and he really doesn't help much… but I'm still debating on it… if he does, expect it to be around chapter 8 or 9, so soon : ). Then again, I don't think I want to drag out this story too much, so there won't be many chapters… I'm thinking 15, possibly.

Anyways, that said, hope you all enjoyed and now, on to work on a Research paper that I have been denying for… hehe, I won't say, but that's due very soon. Very very soon sigh. Long A/N. Read and Review! Hope it was good! Hehe, goodness.