The game was tougher than Harry initially expected, but his Chasers were in their prime. Ron too was motivated as ever to win. Harry spent the most of the game watching them from the air, where he was making slow rounds on his broom, waiting for the Snitch to be released. When it finally caught his eye, he leaned over the handle of his Firebolt and chased the bright golden ball.

Half an hour later, after a fierce race, Harry's fingers closed around the Snitch, ending the game, much to the joy of his fellow Gryffindors and Professor McGonagall. He let out a long sigh he didn't realized he'd been holding inside since the beginning of the game as relief washed over him. His teammates approached him on their brooms, clapping and patting his back in appreciation. A wide grin spreading his lips, he high-fived Ron's outstretched hand and then both of them looked over at Hermione, seated with some of their friends, and waved at her with the tiny ball that decided about the game result. She laughed and waved back, clapping and cheering along with others.

Trying not to be too obvious, Harry looked at the Slytherin stands and searched for one particular person. He noticed the blond hair right away and couldn't help but raised an eyebrow and sent a quick smirk at Malfoy, who responded with an equally cocky grin.

After they landed on the ground and received all the congratulations from other students and the Hufflepuff team, they made their way back to the locker rooms, where they changed quickly, discussing excitedly the just-won game, and soon they were walking slowly back to the castle.

An hour later, Ron and Harry were dragged out of their room and taken downstairs by Dean, Seamus and Neville. The common room was full of people, who, when the boys entered, started cheering loudly, some of them clapping and whistling; Harry even heard someone in the back yelling "Weasley is our king" and he turned to the red-haired boy to send him a wide grin. Ron blushed but laughed at the warm welcome and draped his arm around Harry's shoulder.

"We smashed them, mate," he said, proud and excited.

"That we did," Harry chuckled and took a look around the room once the others turned back to their conversations and drinks.

"How did you get the Firewhisky?" Harry asked Dean.

"Seamus and I got some yesterday from Hogsmeade. We used the secret passage."

Ron nodded and let go of Harry. "Good to know you believed in us," he chuckled.

"Well, we figured we could make good use of it even in case you lost," Seamus grinned and leaned back to avoid the punch Ron threw at his arm.

"Come on," Dean nodded at them. "We brought some snacks from the kitchens, too."

They made their way into the common room and, having grabbed drinks and plates with as many snacks as they could fit on them, sat down on their regular spot in front of the fireplace, joining Hermione, Ginny and several other people.

They spent next few hours drinking and talking about the game. Harry was laughing his arse off at a joke Seamus had told them, when he felt someone poking his shoulder.

Harry looked up from where he was seated on the floor and his gaze landed on a tall, nice-looking girl with long, brown locks surrounding her head.

"Hi there, Harry," she said, sending him a flirtatious smile.

"Oh, er, hi," Harry replied awkwardly. The girl looked at him expectantly, obviously waiting for something, but Harry had no clue what it was.

"…Romilda," she said finally, raising one eyebrow at him.

"Right, sorry. Romilda," Harry repeated sheepishly. He waited for the girl to reveal the reason for approaching him, but she stood their silently, looking perfectly content with the attention she was receiving from the group. "Er, can I help you with anything?"

The girl grinned. "I'm glad you asked, Harry," she said, "But for now, I just wanted to congratulate you winning the game."

"Oh. Thank you, but it wasn't ju-…"

"You're welcome," she interrupted, and Harry could swear that she winked at him. "Well, then, see you around, Harry," she gave him a small wave with her small, manicured hand and turned around, leaving the group in silence.

Harry turned his gaze back at his friends when he heard Seamus letting out a short whistle.

"Nice job, mate," he said, wriggling his brows at Harry, who in turn looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Harry," Ron said with a wide grin, "She was hitting on you!"

At that, Ginny choked on the pumpkin juice she was drinking, splattering herself with it and causing everyone to look at her.

"What?" Dean asked. "She's pretty fun and clearly likes him."

"It's Romilda, Dean," Ginny rolled her eyes. "You know what she's like."

"I agree with Ginny," Hermione cut in, eyeing the girl as she was walking away. "She doesn't seem like a good match for Harry," she grimaced slightly.

"Oh, don't listen to them, mate," Dean said, waving his hand dismissively at the girls.

"Yeah, they're just jealous," Ron joined in. "You should totally go for it."

Harry blinked at them, not really knowing what to say. Well, he didn't know anymore if he was even interested in girls. He definitely wasn't interested in Romilda.

"Uh, I don't think so, guys," he mumbled.

"What? Why not?"

"I, er, I don't really know anything about her. And I don't have time for it now."

"Wha-…"

"Maybe she's just not Harry's type," Ginny said, winking at Harry, making him blush instantly. He knew what, or rather whom she was referring to.

"Oh yeah? And what is his type?" Dean furrowed his brows at his girlfriend, tickling her side lightly.

"I don't have any type, guys, just…forget it," Harry muttered, trying to ignore the chuckles he received from his friends.

An hour later or so, everyone started to slowly come back to their dormitories. As Harry, Ron and Ginny were particularly tired after the game and celebration, they prompted others to go back to beds.

After taking the shower, Harry fell asleep no later than when his head hit the soft pillows on his bed.

Harry woke up in the middle of the night, feeling the mattress dip slightly next to him. He opened his eyes, but the darkness and lack of glasses didn't help him see anything. He reached for his wand.

"Lumos," he whispered.

When dim light cleared his surroundings, he let out an embarrassing squeak.

"Malfoy!" he hissed, his heart racing from adrenaline. The Slytherin was sitting on his bed with a smug smile, looking perfectly satisfied. "What are you doing here?!"

Malfoy ignored him, busy casting something on Harry's curtains. Probably a silencing spell, Harry thought.

"How did you even get in here?" he asked, sitting up properly and fixing his glasses on his nose.

This time Malfoy answered, smirking.

"Some of your first years would tell your password to anyone," he said and added after a moment: "At least with the help of some dose of persuation."

"You bullied first years?" Harry hissed, furrowing his brows in anger.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Potter," Malfoy rolled his eyes and leaned closer, "I didn't bully them. I just… asked nicely," he murmured, leaning over Harry more and more, thereby forcing him to lie back down against his pillows. "And now, I'm going to nicely congratulate you on your little victory."

With that, he pressed his lips against Harry's and kissed him, long and deep. Harry gasped at the action, opening his mouth for Malfoy, which the blond swiftly used, sliding his tongue inside, teasing Harry.

"Was it as hard as you thought it would be?" he murmured against Harry's skin.

"Yeah," Harry groaned, half responding to the question and half reacting to the suck Malfoy gave his neck.

"It was?"

"Mhm," Harry murmured, trying to capture his lips.

"Well then," Malfoy murmured into his ear, "I shall think about a more appropriate award, mm?"

"Hell yes," Harry groaned, finally succeeding in pressing his lips to Malfoy's and kissing him hard.

The kiss was deep and passionate, and left both of them gasping for air. When they parted, Malfoy's lips found their way to Harry's neck, where they nipped at the sensitive skin and licked the reddened spots apologetically, creating new marks all the way from Harry's chin to his collarbone.

Moving downwards, Malfoy found the hem of Harry's shirt and pulled it up, revealing his nicely toned abdomen and chest. Harry lifted his arms to pull it over his head and tossed it aside, not paying attention to where it landed. He was too busy letting out a groan caused by Malfoy when he run the tip of his tongue around Harry's nipple. He teased the nub for what felt like eternity before he moved to the other one to give it the very same treatment.

The Gryffindor squirmed under the hot mouth as it moved lower and lower, until Malfoy's tongue suddenly dived into his bellybutton.

"Ahh," Harry moaned, bucking his hips when the feeling went straight to his cock. Malofy was going to make him go crazy if he didn't stop playing with him like that.

Finally, Malfoy's lips moved further down, reaching the waistband of Harry's pajama pants. Panting from all the sensations, the brunet looked down, finding Malfoy's heated gaze watching his reactions carefully.

And then Harry's breath was taken away completely as Malfoy leaned in and started kissing his erection through the thin fabric of his pants.

"Oh fuck," Harry breathed out, fighting with himself to keep his head up so as to be able to watch Malfoy. The Slytherin held his gaze, making it impossible to look away while he worshipped the hot hardness through the material.

Finally, he pulled back, hooked his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled the pants down, letting Harry's cock spring free.

Harry lifted his hips a bit to help Malfoy slide the fabric over his arse and gasped as his heated skin was exposed to the cool night air.

Without breaking the eye contact, Malfoy spread Harry's legs a bit more, sliding one of his arms around his thigh to hold it securely. Harry watched hypnotized as he started to kiss his way up the inside of the thigh, every touch of his moist lips on the sensitive skin making Harry's head spin.

When he reached the point where Harry's leg turned into his most private area, he pulled back and started the same process up the other thigh.

And then, when Harry thought he would go mad with need, Malfoy parted his lips and licked a long stripe along the underside of his throbbing cock.

Harry let out a long, deep groan when it reached the top. Malfoy repeated the process and then started to tease the sensitive, by-now red head of Harry's erection, swirling the tip of his tongue over it in slow circles, swiping it across the weeping slit, gathering drops of pre-come that seeped from it.

Harry writhed under him, rocking his hips upwards to get more of that mouth on his aching length. Eventually, Malfoy took pity on the squirming boy and took the heated head into his mouth.

A breathy moan escaped Harry's lips as Malfoy's tightened around him and sucked. His hands curled into the sheets, fisting them as he focused entirely on stopping himself from coming. He didn't want this to end so fast, not when it felt so unbelievably good.

He continued to let all sorts of sounds out of his throat as Malfoy sucked gently, with just enough pressure to make Harry writhe on the bed sheets.

A soft whine of loss was heard in the room as Malfoy pulled back, only to move inches downwards. Harry forced himself to open his eyes and turn his half-lidded gaze down at the Slytherin, just when the blond run his tongue over one of Harry's tight testicles.

The raven-haired Gryffindor groaned in pleasure, letting his head fall back onto his pillows, his eyes shutting close when the hot mouth rested on one of his balls, nudging with lips, then sucking gently, before moving to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

"Gods," Harry groaned. He'd never had that done to him. "Draco…"

There it was. His name again.

Malfoy hummed with appreciation at the sound, letting the Gryffindor know he wanted to hear more. He continued the sweet torture of gentle sucks and licks, driving the boy under him insane a little longer, before he moved his lips back up and engulfed Harry's straining hardness into his mouth.

"Draco…"

The Slytherin hummed again with the intention to reassure the boy he was still there, at the same time causing Harry's hips to buck up at the vibrations that went through his cock.

Draco smirked around the hard length, bringing both his hands to grab Harry's hips, holding him in place. Then, slowly, he leaned down, taking more and more of the hot flesh into his mouth, relishing in the gasp he received at the action.

Harry's hands flew to the back of Malfoy's head, fingers gripping the soft strands of blond hair, clenching at them tightly, trying to find anything to hold onto while Malfoy began to move his head up and down.

The hot mouth was sliding on his shaft torturously slow, making him groan with frustration just as much as with pleasure. He tried to push his hips a little to speed up the movements of the other, but Malfoy's strong hold on his hips had him securely pinned to the bed.

"Please…" Harry moaned softly, his fingers brushing the blond strands of hair before tightening around them again. "Please, Draco…"

The Slytherin closed his eyes, loving the sound of his name spoken by the other in a voice filled with so much need it seemed almost impossible. He gradually sped up his pace, bobbing his head faster, encouraged by the little breathy mewling noises escaping Harry's mouth.

When he felt the raven-haired boy drawing closer to finish, he pushed his head all the way down the length, taking all of the hard shaft in, until the head of Harry's cock brushed the back of his throat. The Gryffindor under him gasped, all air leaving his lungs, but Draco ignored it and instead swallowed around him.

That was all it took.

Harry tensed up suddenly, before crying out loudly and arching his back off the bed as his orgasm hit him. He let out a long, throaty moan as Malfoy continued to slide his mouth up and down his shaft, prolonging his climax.

When Harry's body finally stopped spasming and fell limply on the bed, Draco swallowed the come that had filled his mouth. He then licked some of the white fluid from Harry's length, teasing the spent member with his tongue before giving the head a gentle peck and pushing himself up.

Harry was still panting, his chest raising and falling in rapid movements, when Malfoy lay down beside him. The blond reached his hand to Harry's jaw, directing his head towards himself and leaning in to brush their lips together. Slowly recovering from the post-release daze, Harry opened his mouth for Malfoy and let the other slide in. He let out a soft groan when he tasted himself on the other's tongue, the slick muscle teasing his own.

"Rewarding enough?" Draco murmured into his ear, his voice low and quiet. Harry could feel more than hear the smirk that appeared on the blond's face.

Instead of giving a verbal answer, Harry shifted his weight, turning on his side to face Malfoy. He looked into the grey eyes for a long moment before he slowly leaned in, brushing their lips together in a gentle kiss.

Surprised at the tender caress, Malfoy kept still, not expecting it at all. However, he recovered quickly, relaxing into the touch and kissing Harry back, enjoying the way the soft lips caressed his.

"I want to make you come," Harry said in a whisper, his breath mixing with Draco's. The statement surprised both of them, as Harry had never been this blunt about what he wanted, unless forced by Malfoy to say it. Yet, here he was, making a declaration that caused Draco to lose his breath for a moment and almost blush. "Draco, I want to make you come…"

A shiver shot through Malfoy's body.

"Who am I to refuse to Harry Potter," he said, before launching himself at Harry, catching his lips in a demanding kiss. He didn't think he'd ever been this aroused in his entire life. How could one simple sentence make him this hot all over his body?

He had no idea.

Malfoy turned his brain off, letting the Gryffindor roll them over, so that he was on his back, head resting on the soft pillows, with Harry straddling him.

He watched with fascination as the dark-haired boy reached for his shirt, undoing the buttons one after another, revealing more and more of his pale skin. Fingers were quickly followed by lips, as Harry started to plant gentle kisses with every opened button.

Now, that's something they hadn't done before. Malfoy couldn't keep his mind straight enough to think what the hell prompted the Gryffindor to be so active tonight, but he was one grateful brat at the moment nevertheless.

Once the shirt was completely unbuttoned, Harry didn't bother to slide it off his arms, instead moving the fabric out of the way as he continued to trail kisses down Malfoy's chest. He stopped when he reached the waistband of the other's trousers, undoing the button and opening the zipper in frantic motions.

Draco raised his hips a bit to make it easier for Harry to pull his trousers along with underwear down, just enough to let his erection spring free. He let out a soft sigh when the cool air hit him, the sound turning into a deep groan when Harry took him in his mouth. The moist heat engulfed him, sucking on the head, and he let his eyes shut, reveling in the sensation.

There was no doubt that the Gryffindor had gotten much better in what he was currently doing. Add to that his unusual but nevertheless welcome initiative mood and you had a very satisfied Slytherin breathing unevenly.

Then Harry's lips tightened around him and the boy started to bob his head up and down, moving in such an enthusiastic way as if his life dependent on it.

Malfoy groaned, the feeling of the tongue and hot breath greatly appreciated, but making him breathless all too sudden.

Not yet.

One of Malfoy's arms reached down, hand resting on Harry's bobbing head, the long, slender fingers entangling themselves in the raven locks. The blond forced himself to open his eyes, propping his head on a pillow to look down at the Gryffindor.

Their eyes met when Harry looked up from behind the row of his dark lashes.

"Slow down," Draco murmured softly, dragging his fingers across the silky strands, ignoring a tug of confusion at how gentle his voice sounded. "Take it slow..."

Harry blinked, stopping his movements for a moment to search the other's eyes, but found no indication of irritation or anger. He renewed the motion of his head, his mouth now sliding up and down Malfoy's shaft in a slower, calmer pace. The hand in his hair remained there, gently playing with the loose strands, encouraging the bouncing on the hot length.

Their gazes locked, and neither could bring himself to look away. They watched emotions flicker in one another's eyes, green and grey, both filled with fire and lust, and something else. What was it?

Malfoy traced his fingertips across Harry's scalp, making the boy's eyes flutter shut with pleasure as a shiver run down his spine.

"Beautiful…" the blond murmured quietly, his voice so soft that Harry barely heard him. The Slytherin felt a sting of slight panic in his guts, immediately regretting letting it slide, but he couldn't bring himself to change the relaxed expression on his face, not when Harry kept pleasuring him with his lips like that.

He did look beautiful.

Harry's eyes flew open at the quiet comment, immediately finding Draco's gaze. His heart almost stopped when he saw no malice or taunt in it, but something he couldn't quite identify himself. He knew though that the Slytherin meant it.

The fact made him want to call Draco's name again, but he didn't want his mouth to leave the hot hardness. Instead, he let out a low groan, that resonated throughout Draco's whole body, making him shiver with the intensity of the sensation.

They both closed their eyes, the slender hand still entangled in Harry's hair, not controlling the movements but simply resting there, giving Harry a warm feeling of reassurance.

A low grunt escaped Malfoy's lips as Harry pushed lower and took his whole length into his mouth, his sensitive tip touching the back of the Gryffindor's throat.

Tight.

The blond gritted his teeth, gathering all his willpower to stop his hips from bucking up. Even though he succeeded just in time before his hips moved, Harry choked anyway, swallowing around him all the way down.

"Fuck," Draco hissed, his jaw tight as his fingers clenched in the dark locks. Harry repeated the action, letting his throat narrow around the hard member, only to sense a second later how Draco tensed, stilling for a moment before he shuddered, his release ripping through him.

Harry continued to move, swallowing obediently when a thick, hot fluid shot down his throat. He hummed softly as he watched Malfoy's face in ecstasy, pure pleasure adorning his features.

When he felt Draco fall back on the bed sheets, his member going limp, Harry took his mouth off him and pulled himself up slowly, trailing small kisses across Malfoy's chest, making the skin prickle under his lips. When his head finally hovered over Draco's, he dove in, pressing his lips to that of the blond.

Draco mumbled something against his lips that Harry didn't quite catch, instead opening his mouth for the blond's swift tongue to enter. They kept the kiss lazy, letting their swollen lips brush in an unhurried pace, at least at the beginning, before Harry started to rock his hips gently, a soft little noise escaping his throat at the action, only to be swallowed by Draco.

The Slyherin must have felt the press of the renewed hardness against his thigh, because he slowly raised his leg, bending his knee slightly, so that his still-clothed thigh pressed into Harry's erection.

Harry groaned, lips detaching from Malfoy's but still touching them lightly.

"Take what you need," the Slytherin murmured quietly, his voice so low and deep that almost resembling a whisper.

Harry opened his eyes at the words, searching the grey orbs for any sign that their owner had been replaced with someone else or enchanted. But as seconds passed, Malfoy didn't do anything to retreat his leg or to stop Harry.

So instead of stopping, Harry simply closed his eyes.

"Draco…" he whispered against the other's lips, brushing them together softly in the process. The blond responded with equally gentle brush, starting another long kiss that gradually deepened as Harry started to rock his hips again.

The hard warmth of Draco's thigh was giving Harry just enough pressure while he rubbed his aching crotch against it.

Malfoy drank all the tiny noises that were leaving the Gryffindor's mouth, relishing in the way Harry needed him; his body, his lips, his tongue. The feeling of power intensified when the raven-haired wizard quickened his pace, his movements becoming frantic and less coordinated, until they were driven only by his instinct, seeking pleasure feverishly.

"Draco…" the desperate moan made the blond shudder with excitement. He opened his eyes once more, waiting for Harry to push himself over the edge to see his expression when lost in pleasure entirely.

Moments later, he sensed the brunet tensing up, right before crying out, eyes clenched, mouth open but not taking any air in, his brows furrowing under the intensity of the orgasm. He continued humping Draco's thigh while he kept coming, chasing pleasure, once again releasing his white seed on the Slytherin's dark trousers.

When he emptied himself entirely, he collapsed on Malfoy's body, letting out a satisfied sigh. Content and sated, he lay there limply, attempting to catch his breath, until he felt warm breath on his cheek. He turned his head slowly, fluttering his eyes open only to see his dazed gaze reflected in the grey orbs of Malfoy.

The Slytherin watched him for a moment with an unreadable expression, and then he leaned in, closing the distance between their faces. He caught Harry's lips in another lazy kiss, this time going nice and slow, without deepening the kiss to keep both of them relaxed and not overly excited.

When they parted, both panting just a bit, Harry felt his eyes becoming too heavy to keep them open, so he settled for a half-lidded look at Draco's face.

"Are you staying?" he asked in a whisper, not sure why his heart started beating a little bit faster than usually. Was he nervous? It was the first time they'd done anything in Harry's room after all, and he didn't know if Malfoy wanted to be in the presence of other Gryffindors, even if asleep, longer than necessary.

But why did it matter to him anyway?

He watched something flicker across the blond's face, but before he could recognize what it was, it was gone. Malfoy cleared his throat, although his voice was still hoarse when he spoke.

"I guess," he murmured, trying to keep his voice completely indifferent. "You're too heavy to bother moving now, anyway."

Harry flushed at the comment, almost regretting asking the question in the first place. When he sensed a smirk on the blond's face, he shoved his arm, though not too hard, letting out a quiet huff of annoyance. Even though, he didn't make any movement to roll off the Slytherin, feeling way too comfortable pressed against his warm body. For a moment he thought that Malfoy would push him off himself, but the boy remained just as still and relaxed as he'd been.

Deciding he was far too sated and exhausted for thinking about it, Harry closed his eyes, this time for good, finally letting the sleep come and take him away.