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Lessons Part X

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My bloke? ...Oh eh yeah…my bloke. Why is he mentioning it? He looks sad.

Harry didn't care that he was still naked. He put his hands around Draco's neck and drew him closer to whisper into his ear.

What? – No don't. Don't come any closer or I'll want to kiss you.

"Draco?"

Oh god, do that again. Whisper my name, although crying my name earlier wasn't bad either. Fuck these pants are really tight.

"Hmm!"

Was that a moan or an answer?

"We're in the Prefects Bathroom, right?"

If you have realised that only just now, you're either really slow or I blew your mind really well. – Hmm his voice is…no stay focused.

"Sometimes you're really slow, but yeah we are."

Ah he's the usual brat again. Oh Draco more please. Offend me, insult me, call me dirty names.

Harry licked along the shell of Draco's ear and felt Draco shiver in his arms.

"Take a bath with me."

The blonde backed up and looked at Harry incredulous.

"What?"

The Gryffindor leaned against Draco and kissed him innocently. He took his hand in his own and led Malfoy over to the bathtub.

"Take a bath with me, please."

"I would, but why?"

"Don't know, just feel like it."

He opened the taps and turned back to Draco, to unbutton his shirt and tug his pants down. The Slytherin just stood in front of him and watched him with a suspicious eye.

"Why?"

"Because I want to. Do this favour to me, please."

He is so beautiful, can't phrase it differently.

This is not good. I shouldn't be here any longer. Actually I should be in my room and drowning my thoughts in booze.

The blonde bent down and pulled his pants up, receiving a bewildered and beseeching look. Draco stretched out his hand and caressed gently over Harry's cheek.

You will not leave now. Don't you dare say such things now. I will not let go of you.

"I think I should go now. I'm not the right one for this. Go to your beloved and get him here to take a bath with you. Bye Harry."

He wanted to let go of Harry's cheek and leave the bathroom, but Harry's hand shot up and got a firm grip on Draco's wrist. Indignant silver-blue eyes locked with the picture of his wrist cuffed in slender, but evidently strong hands. His look wandered upwards, along Harry's forearm, to his biceps, over the broad shoulder, leading to the tempting neck and finally ending with a look into Harry's eyes. They showed no anger, what may be expected because of the firm grip, but provocation and longing.

"Take a bath with me, Draco."

"I shouldn't."

Harry brought the wrist to his mouth and kissed the sore flesh with so much care, it made Draco gulp audible. The Gryffindor turned away for a moment to turn off the taps, but didn't let go off Draco's wrist. He turned his interest back on Malfoy and stepped a little closer, to kiss his opposite lovingly.

"I always thought the Golden Boy got what he wanted, always. And just to remind you. I. Am. The. Golden. Boy."

He took the second hand of Draco and led him to the bathtub brim, never breaking eye-contact.

"I'm still wearing my pants."

"I know. But if you don't take them off now, I will do it – in the bathtub."

The dark-haired young man guided Draco down the two steps into the huge bathtub of the Prefects bathroom. He pressed him against a wall and ran his hands over Draco's, now wet chest.

Now that he got his 'lesson' he's pretty forward.

"Did my blowjob make you so forward or why are you like this?"

Harry blushed and broke the eye-contact.

"If I wasn't, you would have left already, wouldn't you have?"

"Probably."

"See. But why do you want to leave me? I'm not good enough!"

The Gryffindor broke the surface of the water with his hands, never letting go off Draco's body, and went down to Draco's pants, to open them a second time.

Not good enough? Ha! Funny, not.

"I never said such things."

"And why do you want to run away, again?"

"You ran away and I'm still clueless to why."

"That may be true, but you left me alone in a classroom yesterday."

"Oh."

The blonde looked a little guilty and inclined his head. Harry caressed his cheek with his own and brought his lips close to the blonde's ears.

"Can I take off your boxers as well?"

"I eurm I…you…why?"

Harry shoved his hand into Draco's opened pants and stroked over his erection, almost sensing the twitch but definitely hearing and feeling the rigid breath against his neck.

"I think it's just fair, because I'm already naked."

Like I could forget that 'unimportant' fact.

"Am I allowed?"

He took Draco's earlobe between his teeth and licked it seductively. He felt the movement of Draco's head nodding yes and let go of the ear.

The boy-who-lived connected their lips and whispered a 'thank you' into the kiss. He took a deep breath and held him. His whole body vanished under the surface of the water and Draco felt a tugging at his pants and the pleasant feeling of his freed erection.

Malfoy couldn't see much of Harry, because of all the foam. He watched the breath bubbles of Harry appearing on the surface and wondered how long the boy could hold his breath.

What is he doing down there? Neatly folding my pants? – Holy shit! Jeez that feels good.

Harry planted kisses along Draco's dick and worked his way up along his abdomen. Finally breaking the surface he breathed heavy and tried to get as much oxygen into his lungs as possible. Water ran down his face and his wet hair clinged to his face and hid his eyes somewhat.

The guy in front of him, to be precise Draco, watched him keenly and felt his stomach making a flip. Not bothering what he had said minutes ago or that he had tried to hide and suppress his feelings, he lunged forward and kissed Harry hungrily. He wanted to ravage that mouth, to bruise that mouth – and did so.

All his suppressed feelings and needs gushed from him, like a volcanic eruption and bundled in the kiss. It seemed like he wanted to snog Harry senseless.

Harry pushed him away and panted heavy. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down.

Oi! The white spots weren't there before. And my head is spinning, eurgh. I think my brain suffered from the lack of oxygen.

He leaned against Draco and felt the dizziness slowly ebbing away. His breath became even and the mush in his brain changed gradually back to 'fit for work'. The Gryffindor became conscious of his surrounding and felt the strong arm around his waist, pressing him against the slender but well muscled form of Draco.

Harry looked up and met the grey blue eyes of a smirking Slytherin.

"Are you alright? You looked like you would pass out any second."

"I'm…okay…just need…a minute."

Draco chuckled and kissed the Gryffindor's forehead whilst pulling him closer. Drawing circles on Harry's back, he waited that the slightly smaller boy to recover. After a while he couldn't wait any longer and broke the silence. Harry had cooled down some moments ago and now enjoyed the embrace of Draco.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"What? No! It was exhausting, yes…but actually…"

Oh. My. God. That boy is really skilled with his mouth. Maybe I really do have an oral fixation, wouldn't wonder if it did happen to me. But it would be his fault.

"Yes?"

"Actually… I wouldn't mind…well…if you would…do it more often."

What? – My whole body feels like it's going limp. Does that mean…? He's not…?

The blonde raised a questioning eyebrow and loosened his embrace.

"Okay? What is that supposed to mean?"

Harry still leaned against Draco's chest, to hide the blush that had crept up his face and sighed loudly against Draco.

And people telling me I'm dense?

"I thought Slytherins are cunning, clever, sly, et cetera, but you're making me rethink that."

Draco huffed and dug his fingers a little into Harry's side to remind him, who he was talking to.

"I warn you Potter. Think about what you say, how you say it and especially who you want to say it to. Don't badmouth Slytherins in front of a Slytherin if you're not willing to pay for it."

The Golden-Boy lifted his head and brought his lips close to the other's ear and whispered in an innocent voice.

"Does that mean you want to punish me?"

Draco forgot to breathe.

I what? – Hurm…if I think about it, it's not a particularly bad idea. My bed. Handcuffs. Or a nice spank? Whether he would like it?

Harry freed himself from the embrace and sat down on the steps of the tub, just his head looked out of the water.

"Draco I hate this! …"

"What? Why?"

The dark-haired boy looked up and smirked at a slightly shocked Draco.

"Can I finish saying my thoughts out loud? – I wanted to tell you that I hate this situation. To tell you all the time, that there is someone else. That you're just serving a purpose."

"Yes?"

"Draco, there is no other man. There is just you and me."

"You made everything up? You? A Gryffindor?"

"YES Mal-foy. Even Gryffindors are willed to get what they want and do what ever is needed to get it. And what I want the most is you."

Harry slumped down and dived down to get away from Draco's reaction.

Oooooh shit. I told him. I really told him. I'm feeling sick.

Draco hurried forward and pulled Harry to the surface. Huge, glowing, dark green eyes looked at him with such intensity that he felt a shiver crawling along his spine. He kept the grip on Harry's arms and held him above the surface.

Could you please look much less hot? I think I may forget what I wanted to ask. What did I want to ask again? Oh, eh, yeah, right.

"Just to resolve any misunderstanding…What did you say?"

"Argh, you drive me insane. I said…I want you. I need you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to become my lover. That you love me. That you care about me. That you feel what I feel. I want you to know every inch of my body, that I can know every inch of yours and love every inch equally. I want to share everything with you. Experience sex and everything included with you. I…I…I just want that you love me, like I love you and become my boyfriend."

To be honest Draco was a little taken aback and looked alike, but he recovered quickly.

"O-kay. I think I got a hint of what you want to tell me."

"Haha funny. Just tell me that you don't feel the same and leave me alone."

The Slytherin put Harry down on the upper stair and kneeled on the lower one, to be on the same level as Harry. He inclined his head and connected his lips with the one of Harry's for an innocent but love-filled kiss.

"I never thought I would say this, but…but I think I love you too, Harry Potter."

This time it was Harry's turn to be astonished. He looked completely flabbergasted and didn't own the skills to recover quickly. His eyes tried to find Draco's, to assure that he wasn't dreaming and that he had heard the truth.

"You really…"

"Yes."

The Gryffindor jumped up and threw himself at Draco, knocking him down in the move. Both submerged in the water and tried to break the surface in a hurry. Harry looked guiltily at Draco, but never thought about taking away his arms from around the blonde's neck.

"Sorry. I think I got a little excited."

The Slytherin Ice-Prince shook his head and chuckled.

"A little? Right! – Does that mean you will sleep with me tonight in my room? Hey you don't need to look so shocked. 'Sleep' doesn't have to mean to go along with sex, well not tonight."

"You have your own room?"

"Prefect. Granger has her own too, doesn't she?"

"I have no idea. To be honest I haven't spent much time listening to them for the last few months."

Draco smirked, knowing why Harry didn't pay attention to Granger's and Weasley's rambling. He brought his lips down to Harry's and spoke against them.

"Come with me. I want you close to me. We are already shrivelled up, so let's go downstairs. Huh?"

"But, but tomorrow morning and Herm and Ron…"

"Either they'll think I slaughtered you or they'll know that you're with me, when they see you're not in your bed. Besides I think Granger knows where you are, because Pansy told me she wants to alley with her, to get us together.

Okay, she said something about humping you for real, but anyway…

Therefore I think Pansy will inform her tomorrow. I know her, she will sit on the couch in the common room and wait for me to come back. Please Harry. I'm just begging you one last time."

"Okay – fine."

The kiss Harry got was one he would never forget, because it was the first hot, longing and arousing kiss with his boyfriend.

They got out of the bathtub, towelled their bodies, and put back on their respective clothes. Always sharing and exchanging glances at the other, not to loose the contact to the other.

Draco opened the door and let Harry exit first.

"Shit!"

"What? What's wrong?"

"I, eurm, have left my invisibility cloak in the room on the third floor."

Draco smirked and snaked an arm around Harry's waist, to pull him closer.

"I don't think so."

He took the cloak out of his pocket and threw it over both their bodies. The couple walked in silence to the dungeons, to Draco's room. Feeling the other was enough to assure themselves they had done the right thing.

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Don't panic! It's not the end. There will follow a nice #evil grin# epilogue. Ohhh yeah and what a nice epilogue.

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