A/N: Here's part deux of Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me! Ahhh! Less than a day and I will be sated with the viewing pleasure of GoF! Yay! Yeah, so anyway…this chapter…well, it has quite a bit of smut. Sorry to those who don't like smut, I was in a very smutty mood, so it just popped up. It's mainly wanking, but there's also some dry humpin' going on…so yeah. Oh! I'm excited, I got my very first flame! Yay! I feel all official now since I've gotten a flame…they're fun to read. Anyway, onward to the story yonder!

Disclaimer: If I owned it, why would Harry ever go on that date with Cho? Hmm? Right, he wouldn't. He'd be busy with Draco. But I obviously don't own it since Harry does go out with Cho…so there you go, you have proof of my lack of owning HP.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT in this chapter. I think you've been sufficiently warned. And some language, of course. And Dumbledore's twinkling eyes…I'm not sure why I'm putting that under warnings, it just seemed like the thing to do.

Chapter Nine: Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me (Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Part Deux- I decided to mix it up and use some french.

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Draco was shocked at first when he felt Harry's lips on his own, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. After a few brief moments of doing absolutely nothing, Draco started to kiss back with double the fervor Harry had. It was only a matter of time until both their mouths were open and their tongues were entwined.

When the lack of oxygen was becoming a factor, the two boys broke apart, gasping for breath. Draco looked into Harry's eyes only to see lust present. Without any warning, the blonde closed the distance between them again, immediately locking his lips with the raven-haired beauty.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck while Draco rested his hands on Harry's hips. Draco slowly backed Harry up against the door while he continued to ravage the Gryffindor before him. They stayed in a heated kiss for quite some time, each eliciting moans in the back of their throats.

Harry moved a bit in order to attach his lips to the blonde's neck, but not before he accidentally brushed his hard length against Draco's, causing both to suck in a sharp breath of almost painful pleasure at the sweet friction. Smirking evilly, Draco situated himself so his and Harry's groins were aligned before he rolled his hips forward.

The green-eyed boy couldn't help but give a throaty moan at the sensations the blonde was creating. Harry's response gave Draco all the more reason to start thrusting his hips into the other boy's.

By this time, both were moaning freely, and Harry started raising his hips to meet each one of Draco's thrusts. Sweat was trickling down Harry's face and his breathing was becoming labored. The labored breaths didn't really matter to Draco as he leaned in and claimed the Gryffindor's lips in another smoldering kiss.

After a few minutes of intense kissing, Harry pulled away and rested his face in the crook of Draco's neck, while the Slytherin started nipping and sucking at Harry's neck. All too soon, as they're both teenage boys, the thrusts became erratic and Harry slammed his head back against the wall as his orgasm came racing closer.

Less than a minute before both boys reached their climaxes, the door was suddenly thrown open, knocking both boys to the floor. Looking up, Draco and Harry laid their eyes on none other than Dumbledore. The sight of the old man was enough to make their orgasms retreat, but not enough to rid themselves of their raging hard-ons.

Upon seeing the flushed faces on the boys, not to mention their hair and clothes being in complete disarray, and not the kind of disarray that says they were just fighting, Dumbledore got a look on his face that seemed to say both, 'I knew it' and 'Finally!'. Trying to suppress his grin, the headmaster cleared his throat and said in a semi-shaky voice, "Misters Potter and Malfoy, if you would please come with me."

The two boys exchanged nervous glances before Harry looked back at Dumbledore and nodded. Dumbledore helped them off of the floor, and they all made their way to the gargoyle guarding the wise man's room. "Chocolate-covered mint-flavored miniature-sized candy corn," Dumbledore said loud and clear. Upon seeing the looks on the teenagers' faces, the headmaster responded with a simple, "What? They're all the rage in Belgium."

As they entered Dumbledore's office, Draco looked around at all the trinkets and gadgets. True, he had been in the headmaster's office before, many a time actually, but he was always amazed by the strange objects that cluttered the room. Dumbledore directed the two students to the seats in front of his desk as he sat across from them behind his desk.

"Now, my dear lads, I hear that you two were involved in quite a scuffle a few minutes ago, no?" Harry and Draco looked at each other before both nodding quickly.

"Well, then, I'm afraid I'll need some information. All people saw was you two fighting before you disappeared into an old classroom and charmed it shut. They could hear scuffling and groans, but they couldn't be sure as to what was going on exactly. So, what did happen after you entered the classroom?" Dumbledore once again had bountiful amounts of twinkle in his eyes.

Silence enveloped the students for a few awkwardly long moments before the headmaster cleared his throat, reminding them to actually answer his question. Harry took a deep breath before he spoke. "Well, Professor, we got into a pretty serious fight and we ended up stumbling into the room. Both of us set some strong locking charms so no one would come in and end our fighting."

Harry paused for a moment, trying to figure out what to say next. "Well…umm…we….you see…" Harry was saved from his lack of ability to lie to Dumbledore when Draco cut in. "Professor, we fought the whole time until you found us. We deserve whatever punishment we get. But that's all we did; fight. Nothing else."

Dumbledore arched one eyebrow at Draco's determination to make sure the headmaster knew all they did was fight. The old man had to suppress a smile as he thought about the budding relationship before him. It would undoubtedly be quite the interesting relationship and Dumbledore couldn't wait to see what lay ahead for the two teenagers.

"Very well then. You both will have detentions with Professor Snape for two weeks straight. I hope you learned from this; don't fight or at least be more discreet about your…" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mercilessly as he continued, "fighting. Now, off with you both."

Harry and Draco stood up and left together, a very awkward atmosphere blanketing them as they walked in silence down the corridors. Once they got to the hallway where they would have to go their separate ways, tension was very evident. They both opened their mouths to speak. Draco closed his mouth, though, as he was at a loss for words. Harry decided to speak, however.

"Well…yeah…I guess I'll see you around. I have to go do some homework."

"Yeah…me too. I guess I'll see you later then." As Draco turned to head back to the dungeons, he was stopped by Harry's lips on his. It was only a quick peck on the lips, but it was enough to make Draco's heart melt and stomach flutter. Harry pulled away and bounded up the stairs.

He glanced back as he ran up the steps, saying a quick "See ya," before disappearing from the blonde's sight. Draco sighed and trudged back to the Slytherin common room. It was all too much excitement for one day and he couldn't handle it. Once he was back in Slytherin territory, he didn't feel like talking to anyone, so he headed up to the seventh year boys' rooms.

He laid on his bed and attempted to do his Herbology essay, but his mind kept wandering back to the green-eyed Gryffindor. He kept replaying their encounter together, and soon realized he was still unbelievably hard, never really finishing up since he was with Harry. Draco closed his eyes as he let his hand wander under the waistband of his boxers.

He grabbed his rock-hard member and stroked it languidly. He began imagining that it was Harry's hand doing the ministrations to his cock, instead of his own. The pace of his hand quickened and he began groaning loudly; lucky thing he always had a silencing charm around his bed.

He soon replaced the fantasy of Harry's hand with Harry's mouth wrapped around his cock, which made him moan all the more. He envisioned the Gryffindor's lips stretching over his member and the mop of messy black hair bobbing up and down as his hand stroked the base of Draco's cock, and he had to bite his bottom lip in order to suppress at least some of the moans coming from his mouth.

As he imagined Harry deep-throat him, Draco lost it. His hips raised of the bed, his body jerking from the waves of passion crashing over him as he came long and hard, crying out Harry's name. It was by far the best wank of Draco's life, and quite possibly the shortest, which was something he would never admit. Ever.

Little did Draco know that at the same time a raven-haired boy by the name of Harry was screaming the Slytherin's name as he came into his own hand.

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The next day, Harry and Draco avoided each other as much as possible, each thinking that the other hated them, and both being ashamed of imagining the other as they wanked the night before. Of course, it was absurd that they could think the other hated them, but they being teenagers, they were very self-conscious and paranoid, always thinking the worst of the worst.

But, alas, they had detention together later that night. They both would rather run around the school stark naked before stepping foot in the Potions room for that detention. But, they both showed up at 8 o'clock on the dot, when Snape did not. They waited outside the classroom, the two of them looking anywhere else but at each other.

After the longest minute of the boys' lives, Snape came sweeping down the hall, muttering a spell to unlock his door. The two boys rushed in, wanting to get the detention over as quickly as possible.

Snape ordered them to clean out the cauldrons without magic before he disappeared into is office. Draco set to do the cauldrons on one side of the pile, while Harry went over to the completely opposite side. Hours passed and not one word was exchanged. They finally finished and they both got up off the floor and dusted off their clothes.

As they looked up, their eyes met and they just stood in their spots for a few moments before they snapped out of it and went to inform Snape that they were done. Snape checked over the work, approving it and sent them on their ways.

As they walked down the hallway in silence, they accidentally brushed shoulders, sending electric sparks fly through both teens' bodies. Both were upset when the energy pooled in the area of their groins, making them even more self-conscious than they already were around each other.

They both hurried on their way, and departed with muttered good byes and nervous waves. Harry went back to the dorms and destroyed and innocent pillow, trying to release all his pent-up frustration. Draco took a slightly morbid route to release his frustration by decapitating one of Pansy's teddy bears, which he later apologized profusely for.

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The first class the following day immediately ruined both Harry and Draco's good moods; double Potions. They managed to avoid eye contact through most of the class, but as they both were sneaking looks at the other, their eyes met every so often. Harry began sighing abundantly, catching the attention of Hermione. She asked what was wrong, but Harry just shrugged it off.

The truth was that Harry was sick and tired of having to avoid Draco. He had to do something, and pronto. Draco, on the other hand was perfectly content with ignoring the Gryffindor, or at least that's what he was trying to convince himself. He also was attempting to convince himself that during his last two wanks, he had not come screaming Harry's name.

After class, Harry was walking with Ron and Hermione, when his eyes fell upon the sex god of Slytherin. Harry quickly tuned out Hermione's rant on some silly potion and soon his thoughts were consumed with Draco. A few moments passed when Harry muttered to himself, "Oh, fuck it," before picking up his pace in order to catch up with the silver-eyed boy.

He caught up with Draco and without a moment's notice, shoved Draco into the same empty classroom they occupied a few days back. As soon as the door was closed and the proper locking and silencing charms were in place, Harry started yelling. "I'm sick of this shit!"

Draco was taken by surprise because one, Harry just grabbed him and threw him into the abandoned classroom and two, Harry started yelling for no reason whatsoever. "What the fuck is going on, Harry!"

"What's going on? We get all hot and heavy only two fucking days ago and now we're acting all avoidy and awkward and I can't take this shit anymore!" Harry was furious that Draco was clueless as to what was going on.

"Oh…that…"

"Yes, that! What? Do you not want to be with me?" Harry's voice was now taking a softer, more vulnerable tone as he thought of the rejection that could be coming his way.

"No! No, I want to be with you. It's just like what I said before; I'm attracted to you and I've never felt this way about anyone before and it's scaring me shitless. And I wasn't sure if you'd want to be with me, and I was afraid of you rejecting me. I'm vulnerable for the first time in my life and it's terrifying. My feelings for you are only getting stronger and I can't help but-" Draco was cut off once again by Harry's lips on his.

Draco wasn't as hesitant to kiss back this time, though. He almost immediately put one of his hands behind Harry's neck to pull him closer, as his other hand wrapped around the Gryffindor's waist to rest on the small of his back. Their tongues were quickly entwined again, both boys getting completely lost in each other's kiss.

After a few minutes of snogging, the boys broke apart, very low on oxygen. Draco managed to pant out, "You really need to stop interrupting me." Harry grinned at the blonde's statement and was all too eager to reply.

"I didn't see you complaining. Or would you rather I stopped kissing you?" Harry chuckled at Draco's almost immediate "No!" Draco composed himself before continuing on.

"I mean, I don't mind the kissing, you just seem to be rather rude for interrupting me. But if I have to choose me talking or you snogging me, I'll take the latter, thank you very much."

Draco and Harry just stayed there holding each other for a bit longer, stealing kisses every once in a while. That is, until the bell rang, announcing the beginning of the next class, and both boys hissed out expletives of their choice.

They bolted out of the room and Draco quickly pecked Harry on the lips before turning around to make his way to Transfiguration. Before he could get far, though, Harry spoke up.

"Meet me tonight in the astronomy tower after dinner. We need to talk, and I'll try not to interrupt you this time." Harry said, rolling his eyes at his last statement. Draco laughed and nodded his head saying, "I'll be there. Don't worry, I wouldn't mind if you decided to kiss me senseless while I'm in the middle of a sentence, it adds the element of surprise. But I've gotta go. I'll see you."

With that, Draco ran off to Transfiguration while Harry made his way to Divination. They both claimed that they forgot their books and had to go get them as the excuse for their tardiness, which didn't work at all well for either of them, as neither had their textbooks with them when they showed up.

Ron gave Harry a quizzical look as he sat down, but Harry dismissed it and decided to spend his time thinking of a certain blonde, instead. Draco did pretty much the same thing, as he ignored Blaise's questions in order to devote his entire mind to thinking of Harry. Marcus, being the perceiver he is, hushed his boyfriend and quickly muttered, "I think our dear Draco is smitten."

Blaise smirked and ended his questioning. That is, until he began asking many a question concerning Gryffindor's Golden Boy. Draco just gave his best friend a glare before losing himself in thoughts about said Gryffindor. Blaise and Marcus exchanged glances, chuckling lightly because they realized that Draco Malfoy was no more. In place of Draco was, instead, a lovesick puppy.

Ah, young love. Little did they know that both their worlds would come crashing down in a matter of weeks.