Chapter Ten:

Beat it out of me? He's joking. But Draco pushed Harry onto the bed, a grin on his face. Oh hell he isn't joking.
"Tell me." He bit Harry's ear, making him gasp.
"Fine! Fine I'll tell you!" Harry cried, pushing Draco off of him. "Dammit, Malfoy! You can't just do that!"
"Why? I think the shirt says different."
"God dammit!" Harry tugged of the shirt quickly, mashing it into a ball and throwing it into the corner.
"Much better."
"COME ON- you did that on purpose!"
"You tore the shirt off." Draco shrugged and sighed. "Anyway, you said you'd tell me."

The room fell silent.

"I'm waiting." His voice was demanding. Harry's brow was steeped in worry.
"I really hate you right now."
"I won't comment on that one." Draco smirked and Harry flushed, grimacing.
"Fine whatever-" He took a deep breath steadying himself. "I had a dream that you... that you killed me." Draco just stared, his face impassive. Harry paused then looked at him expectantly. Draco realized he was supposed to say something.
"So...? That's it?"
"What? You don't even care? No 'I wouldn't do that to you, Harry's? No... 'I can't live without you's?" Draco still stared. He finally sighed and stood up.
"Fine. You want some corny line? Oh shit let's see... uh... how about, I'd be so distraught I'd rape Ron?"
"WHAT?"
"Kidding! Kidding... god you think I'd fall for that mug?" Harry was still looking at him though. "Fine alright! How about... Do I really need to say anything, Potter?"
"Yes you do."
"It was a rhetorical question!"
"Apparently it wasn't."
"Dammit, Potter! I won't! I wouldn't!" He paused, face softening. He put a hand under Harry's chin, making him look up into his face. "I can't. There, you happy? I can't kill you because I think I'd die." Fight it. Don't smile- don't give him the satisfaction- oh shit I already am smiling. Well so much for that.

"Yeah alright I'm happy."
"There was more though, wasn't there? You said that I told you something in the dream." Draco frowned and Harry blushed. "There was more! I knew it! Out with it, Potter. What did I say?"
"You told me...

you told me you loved me."

Silence once more filled the room and Draco slowly sunk down next to Harry. Finally, he spoke.

"I- I don't think what... what we have is..."
"No I know!" Harry laughed weakly. "It's stupid, I told you. It's nothing. It's stupid- I'm stupid." He laughed again, eyes dismal and heavy. "It was just a dream."
"Potter, I wouldn't kill you. And love? C'mon don't be stupid. We just... it's..." Draco trailed off, unable to fully explain exactly what sort of relationship they had. Harry smiled faintly.
"Well that's it then. I told you it was pretty dumb." Malfoy searched Harry's face, still unsure.
"Alright then. Let's go back." He stood quickly, heading towards the door.
"Back? But I thought-" Draco had already turned, a smile written across his face. Harry blushed, realizing what he had done. "That was a damn dirty trick, Malfoy!"
"I knew you wanted to do it."
"I hate you."
"I know." Draco walked to the bed, pulling off his shirt. Harry sighed and fell backwards, completely accepting of his fate. He was quickly followed by Draco. "Now..." He said, foreheads resting against one another's. "I do believe it's your turn."

Harry felt his heart tighten, thudding rapidly beneath his chest. Draco sighed, his hand on Harry's chest.
"I can feel your heart already, Potter." Harry looked terrified, staring up at Draco. I can't do this- I mean... I can take it but can I really be as good...? Or will I just...He blushed, feeling like a failure. "C'mon Potter, I know you've got it in you." Harry took a deep breath. Suck it up.

I should really listen to my own advice and just... He looked up, breathing out slowly. Then his eyes drifted back down to Draco's face which was looking at him blankly, silently waiting for his decision. Harry lowered his head to meet Draco's blonde hair, burying his face in it as he inhaled. Draco pulled Harry against him, shifting his own weight to bring Harry on top.
"Go on." He murmured. Harry was shaking, still lost in Draco's crown of hair. He gulped. "Oh honestly, just do what I did last night. Here-" Draco pulled Harry's hand down, immediately smiling as he felt Harry's hand against the top of his pants. "There..." He whispered, looking into Harry's wide eyes. "We'll take this slow. Do what you want. Go on. I said it was your turn, didn't I?"

What did he just say? "Do what you want"? Damn.

He unzipped Draco's pants, who was more than obliging, helping him pull them off. Harry looked up, a bit confused.
"Potter!" Draco was exasperated. He held up two fingers and Harry grimaced. "Pathetic..." Draco murmured, once again dropping back down. Harry pulled himself halfway, his stomach sliding across Draco's.
"I'm going to make you pay for that." Score one for me. Harry took a moment to relish the surprised look on Draco's face, which slowly dissolved into something quite sinister. Harry unbuttoned his pants and Draco helped tug them off. When the pants fell to the floor, Harry lay back down against Draco, who grabbed his lower back and pulled Harry against him.

Well... two fingers. He lowered his hand, eyes shutting. He heard Draco cry out softly and smiled. Found it. He pulled out and heard another groan from Draco. He braced himself, took a deep breath, then pushed himself inside Draco.

"Holy-" Draco tossed his head to the side, grasping the covers tightly in his fists. His breath was short, teeth clenched. Harry secretly smiled, moving faster as he gained confidence. Draco was sweating, his face filled with discomfort. Pleasure racked Harry's body, turning his skin red, his body slicked with sweat. His eyes shut tighter as he moved inside Draco, hitting the spot that made Draco cry out every time. He reached his climax, gasping, his body taut. He finally cried out, throwing his head back, eyes opening wide.

"Shit Potter, what the hell was that?" Draco stared up at the ceiling, trembling on the bed. He wiped his forehead with a shaky hand. Harry lay next to Draco, his body pressed against his, relishing his warmth.
"Why...?" Harry asked nervously.
"Why? That was- I mean... just..." Draco shook his head.

"Harry..."
"Hm?"
"I- I have to uh... I have to tell you something."