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This story is not mine all credits go to BeyondTheSun on AO3

While tensions disappeared between Harry and Draco, the rest of the school was still buzzing. Draco's sexuality had been the hot topic on everyone's mind. The fourth-year who had spotted the two kissing didn't recognize who Draco was snogging, only able to tell it was a man. Most of the students wanted to know who the mystery boy was, and there had been all sorts of speculation. To try and avoid as much attention as possible, Draco was having lunch in Professor Slughorn's office. Harry joined him some days to keep him company when Blaise and Pansy weren't there.

"I brought you a plate," Harry said as he walked over to where Draco had seated himself. He was currently working on his own side potion project.

"Set it down right here."

Draco wasn't paying full attention as he was too engrossed in his reading. Harry didn't mind, sitting down next to him anyways while setting the plate of food onto the desk.

"You should take a break to eat," Harry said, closing the book on Draco. This earned him a glare.

"This might surprise you, but I was actually reading that Harry."

"Oh, I was aware."

Harry only smiled as he teased him and handed him his plate.

"I would say stop acting like my mother, but my mother often forgot me," Draco said almost casually as he put his book down and took the plate.

Harry frowned. He knew Draco's parents weren't good people, but it was only until recently did he realize how truly awful they did treat him. He scooted closer to the other, their shoulders gently brushing.

"Does it bother you?"

"Lots of things bother me, Harry."

"Your parents. Do your parents bother you?"

"I don't want to go into it right now, but quite obviously they do. But when you live with an abusive, power-hungry father and a neglectful mother, you learn to cope."

They were both quiet after that, Draco eating his meal while gazing at the window. Harry felt that he understood, kind of, where Draco was coming from. After all, he had lived under a staircase for eleven years. He just didn't have to deal with magic on top of it.

"What were you reading?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

Draco chuckled. "Something you couldn't even wrap your head around, the theology of magic."

The blonde smirked as his eyes darted to the other, knowing it would get a rise out of him. Harry rolled his eyes and groaned.

"It's absolutely boring. Why study the theory–"

"Theology," Drago interrupted.

"–Theology! When I can just do it?"

Harry leaned over and raised his eyebrows.

"Like this–"

A bit of food lifted from Draco's plate and splattered onto his face, causing his smile to drop. "Harry Potter! Enough of your antics."

Harry only whistled, playing innocent.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Draco Malfoy."

"Oh, I'm sure you don't."

As Draco went to wipe the mashed potatoes off his face, he felt more hit his nose, making him huff in annoyance. Draco sat up quickly, pushing his chair back as he went to gather his things.

"Oh come on Draco, it's just potatoes," Harry said as he got up after him.

"I'm in no mood to have potatoes on my face, Potter."

Harry grabbed his wrist gently, turning him. "Let me make it up to you?" He asked. Without waiting for a response, his hand came up to wipe the bit of food off his cheek. He licked it off his fingers, causing Draco to roll his eyes.

"I missed some," Harry said and licked the rest off of Draco's nose.

Draco made a small noise. When Harry pulled back, he could see the other was blushing and averting his eyes.

"Was that necessary?" Draco asked, crossing his arms. He still didn't meet Harry's gaze.

Harry started to respond, but instead only smiled and said, "It looks like I missed more."

Harry pulled Draco forward by the waist and started kissing his neck. He heard the other gasp, Draco's hands coming up to plant themselves on his chest.

"And here too…" Harry murmured as he started unbuttoning his shirt to kiss his collarbones.

Draco felt himself pressed against the wall as Harry had his way. Not that it didn't feel good, of course it did, but he started to push him away.

"Under no circumstances are we having…" Draco coughed. "We are notshaggingin a professor's office."

Harry laughed, looking at Draco with adoration. He cupped the other's cheeks gently, slotting their lips together.

"Who said anything about sex, Draco? When did you get so dirty-minded?"

Draco smacked him on the arm, face twisted.

"Damn you, Harry!"

Harry grabbed the wrist that smacked him and pinned it against the wall, kissing him again. It felt so nice to kiss Draco, his lips feeling and tasting so perfect. He wasn't going to have sex with him, really, but his hands started exploring before he could stop himself. His fingers found the bottom of Draco's shirt and lifted up the fabric, his fingers dancing along his torso.

Draco's hands came up to cup Harry's face in response, his breathing starting to quiver. The blonde let Harry run his hands up his sides, feeling the soft skin and finding their way back down to his ass. Draco jolted. They hadn't done much in that area, and it almost frightened Draco, but Harry's hands grabbed him by the ass and pulled forward into a deeper kiss. The thought left Draco's mind as heat pooled in his stomach, his lips quivering against Harry's.

"W-wait," Draco said, finally pulling away and locking eyes with Harry.

Harry had a lopsided smile on his face that he didn't try to hide, still holding him by the waist.

Draco sighed, shaking his head as he could already imagine the other's response. He was always so brazen.

"...I will let you continue this later."

Harry's smile only widened.

"Only! If you stop trying to shag me in the bloody hallways."

Harry agreed, kissing Draco once more before finally letting him go. They had both finished eating anyway and it was time for their last classes of the day. Blaise was there to pick Draco up and walk with him to his next class. As the two were saying their goodbyes, Harry leaned in and whispered, "I might have left a hickey."

Draco gawked, his hand flying up to his neck with a red face. "Harry!" he shouted after him as the brunette took off, unable to hide his laugh. Really, Draco was too easy to mess with.

~*~

Harry was frustrated. He sat on his bed with a scowl, pretending to read a book as he listened to Blaise and Draco talk. Draco had promised they would continue where they had left earlier, and now Blaise had been sitting in their dorm for what felt like hours. Well, not promised, but it was bothering Harry nonetheless.

He stood up silently, rummaging through his trunk as he pretended to do something.Anything. He shut the lid rather roughly, causing Draco and Blaise to jump.

"Should I leave?" Blaise asked with a puzzled look, glancing between the smiling Draco and the huffing Harry.

"Nonsense," Draco said quickly, turning to face Blaise as they continued their chess game. "You're more than welcome to stay as long as you like."

Blaise still looked hesitant, glancing at Harry again.

"...Alright."

It was quiet for a moment before Harry slammed something else. While Draco ignored it, Blaise looked up.

"You alright, mate?"

"Why don't you ask Draco?" Harry huffed, getting up and excusing himself to the bathroom, slamming that door as well.

Blaise raised an eyebrow as he slowly looked at Draco.

"I'm teasing him," Draco said before Blaise could ask, keeping his eyes on the board, moving his pawn.

"Do I even want to know why?" Blaise asked, only slightly amused. "You two are getting along it seems… even with all this."

Draco only shrugged. He didn't acknowledge it, but the two were getting along. Borderline flirting every time they saw each other in the halls. He was honestly surprised the students hadn't figured out who Draco kissed yet based on all the flirting Harry did. It was, truthfully, very obvious.

When Harry finally came out again, he was still miffed, huffing as he sat on his bed roughly. His eyes burned holes in the back of Blaise's head. Draco still paid no mind, finally finishing his game with Blaise.

Blaise stood up quickly, clearing his throat. "I'm taking my leave. Could you just uh, snog each other already? I can feel Harry staring at me," Blaise said to Draco and left swiftly.

Even with Blaise gone, Harry still didn't say a word. He looked at Draco with a frown, pulling out his book again as he pretended to read once more.

"Oh, grow up," Draco said, cleaning up the chessboard. "Didn't know 'the boy who lived' got jealous."

Still no answer. Draco looked up at the other, frowning.

"Really? You're just going to ignore me now?"

Harry kept his silence, turning away from Draco and lying down, all while pretending to read.

"Merlin, Harry, if I had known you wouldn't finish what you started I would have never offered!"

Draco grabbed the book from Harry's grasp, only to shriek when he was grabbed by the waist and pulled into bed with him. Harry was smiling now, pinning Draco below him. The blonde was scowling, pushing Harry's face away every time he tried to kiss him.

"You are such an arse!" Draco yelled, groaning as Harry started laughing above his, his chest rumbled against Draco. It was almost comforting to hear it.

"I know," Harry said, his laugh fading as he smiled down at the other. "Wow," he murmured softly, gazing down at the other.

"What?" Draco asked, clearing his throat as he started to turn pink. "...you're staring, Harry."

"I know. I told you, I like staring."

Draco rolled his eyes, smiled, and leaned up to kiss the other. It started off soft, Harry moving his lips against the other's, his hands coming up to tangle his fingers in the blond locks. It was enough to make Draco whimper, the sound shooting down to Harry's groin.

"You have to stop doin' that,'' Harry mumbled, kissing him deeper. His hand tugged a little harder, his hips pressing a little deeper. Draco leaned into all of the touches, his skin feeling like it was on fire.

"Do you have lube?" Harry asked as he finally pulled away, lids hooded.

"No," Draco said, just as turned on as the other.

"I can spell it then,"

Draco looked surprised for only a moment before Harry started kissing him again, starting at his neck and kissing down his chest. Draco seemed spurred on this time. He pulled Harry up by the collar, taking off his glasses with a tsk. "If you're going to fuck me, you're going to do it right," He huffed at Harry, starting to unbutton his own shirt.

Harry nodded with enthusiasm. He straddled Draco as he started to strip his own clothes, much less refined than the other. But his attention was on Draco the whole time. He watched as his pale skin was exposed with each button, his faded scars peeking through. What caught Harry's attention was how pink Draco's nipples looked against his pale skin. He pressed the other's hips down with a strong hold and gently flicked his tongue over the blonde's perked nipple.

Draco let out a surprised noise, hand flying up to Harry's locks. "What are you–" He was cut off as Harry started to suckle. The feeling wasn't… intense to Draco, but it made him shudder with delight. It was almost relaxing. He closed his eyes as Harry flicked his tongue over his areolas, small whines escaping Draco's lips.

But Harry wanted more. He kept his mouth over the pert nipple and ran his fingers down the other's navel. He smirked; Draco was leaking. Harry palmed the other through his briefs, feeling it was damp.

"Bloody hell, Harry," Draco finally gasped. His hips jerked up into the other's hand, fingers curled in his hair.

"Good?" Harry asked with a breathtaking smile.

"For now," Draco laughed. He propped himself up on his elbows as he looked down at Harry. His tousled hair usually bothered Draco, but in this moment it only turned him on.

"Get on your back," Draco said to him, flipping their positions.

"I like this," Harry murmured as his lap was straddled. He reached to grab Draco's ass, grinding up.

"Horny bastard."

Draco indulged him, grinding his hips down. The friction sparked heat in his stomach, making him bite his lips. He could feel Harry's girth, even through his trousers.

Before Draco could rethink his decision, he pulled off Harry's briefs, his dick standing proud over his navel.

"Merlin almighty," Darco muttered to himself as he took the base in his hand, looking up at Harry. The man's face flashed with confusion, then with arousal.

"You know what you're doing?"

That smirk would be the death of Draco.

"You'll find out."

Draco wrapped his lips around the tip of Harry's dick, already feeling his hips twitch. He started off slow, his mouth sliding down to fit as much as he could in his mouth. Of course Harry's dick had to be big. He could only fit half before he felt the tip hit the back of his throat.

But it was enough for Harry. He was breathing heavily, his hand going down to wrap his fingers in Draco's soft golden hair and pulling. He felt Draco moan around his dick causing him to thrust his hips up.

"Fuck, Draco–"

Draco coughed, tears springing in his eyes as he pulled off.

"Harry–!"

"Sorry, sorry." Harry said quickly, catching his breath. "I won't do it again."

Draco huffed, tucking his hair as he went back down. Harry's fingers tangled in his hair again, his head falling back into the pillow.

The other's mouth was so warm and wet. "I can't–" Harry murmured, his grip on his hair tightening. He thrust his hips up again, but not as roughly as last time. He felt Draco's throat contrict around him only making him want to fuck into his mouth more.

Draco finally pulled away, needing to breathe. He gasped as he pulled off, his lips shimmering with spit and precum. He would be annoyed with Harry if he didn't pull him up to kiss so fast. Draco melted, their lips pressing together.

"Fuck you," he whispered against Harry's lips. There was no bite in his tone.

"I will. Right now," Harry replied.

He flipped Draco on his back, the other flushed. Harry closed his eyes as he tried to remember the incantation, whispering it under his breath. He assumed it worked when he heard Draco cry out in surprise under him.

"What in the bloody hell was that?" Draco asked, reaching for his briefs.

Harry chuckled. "Sorry, didn't think it would work the first time."

"That doesn't answer my question, Harry!"

Harry gently pulled off the last of the other's clothing, his dick standing erect. He was nervous now, not wanting to hurt the other. "May I?"

Harry's hands gently traveled up Draco's thighs. He heard him barely whimper, shifting nervously.

"It's um…" Harry started.

He could see the lube he spelled glistening on his upper inner thighs.

"It's lube. Inside you."

Draco shot his head up to look at him, gawking. "Merlin help me," he groaned, his head falling back down. Draco felt Harry's hands continue where they left off, pushing his thighs open gently. It wasn't until he felt a finger prod his hole did he gasp, his hands coming up to cover his face.

It was easy for Harry to push one finger in. He wouldn't say it out loud, for Draco would smack him, but seeing Draco… well, wet, was incredibly hot. So much so he whispered the spell again, feeling lube gush around the finger inside the other.

Draco's hand shot out to grip the other's shoulder. "Stop doing that!" he moaned, eyebrows knitted together. "I can feel it…"

"That's the goal," Harry muttered as he twisted his finger. It was so tight, much tighter than a girl's. Though, that made sense. He took his time, working his finger up to the knuckle. Every gasp, every whine, every moan just spurred Harry on more. He pulled his finger out and added a second, feeling the muscles tighten around him.

Harry tried not to stare, really, but watching Draco's whole body jolt every time he thrust his fingers made Harry shudder with delight. He could tell Draco was still holding back, covering his face with his hands.

Harry wanted to see him. He wanted to see his face as he fucked the other with his fingers.

"Draco," he murmured low in his throat, taking his wrist and prying it away from his face.

"W-what?" the other huffed. His eyes darted to meet his for a moment before blinking away, jolting as Harry's fingers moved.

"I'm adding a third."

Draco nodded, biting his lips as he kept his gaze away from Harry. It wasn't embarrassing, but he was so vulnerable like this. Of course it was Harry fucking Potter who had made him a mess. And it didn't hurt when he felt three fingers inside of him, but he didn't know if it felt good either. He heard himself let out a gasp which melted into a moan, eyes fluttering. A hand grabbed his chin, Harry's hand– Merlin he was out of it, and tilted it up. His green eyes bore into him, making him want to squirm away.

"Fuck," Draco gasped, grasping the wrist that was holding his chin. "It's so much!"

Harry wasn't even thrusting that much into him but every movement sent waves of pleasure through him. Harry was doing everything right.

Harry looked just as turned on as Draco felt, breathing heavily. Harry never looked away from the blonde. How could he?

"You make the most wonderful expressions," Harry finally said, cupping Draco's face as he twisted his three fingers deep inside him.

"Ahh! Asshole!" Draco cried, nail digging into the wrist he still held.

"Sorry," Harry said with a huff, smiling.

"Liar," Draco gasped.

He was a liar, Harry thought, but it was worth it seeing Draco arch from just his fingers.

"Do you think I can…?" Harry started to ask, pulling out his fingers gently.

Draco was quiet, the only sound filling the room was their collective breathing. "Can you fuck me?" he whispered, looking up at Harry. Draco had been hesitant, even now, but seeing Harry like this, he realized Harry had been just as vulnerable as Draco had been.

"Yes."

Harry kissed him deeply, cupping his face with both hands. Everything about him was just perfect. His hands spread Draco's legs again, lining himself up with the other. It was so hot and warm inside Draco. Even though he had barely pressed inside, it was still driving Harry mad. The reaction he got from Draco was even better. His head had fallen back, his eyes fluttering as he tried to adjust to all the new feelings shooting through him.

"Harry" Draco choked, hands gripping the sheets. "Harry."

Draco felt his legs being pressed up, the angle at which Harry entered being shifted. Before he even had time to realize it, Harry had pressed all of himself inside Draco. How full he felt from just this.

"Yeah?" Harry asked blissfully, bracing himself over Draco.

He didn't have a response and Harry didn't wait for one. Draco felt the thrusts, slow and shallow at first, the other barely moving inside him, but it didn't take long for Harry to want more, chasing his pleasure. Draco felt every thrust in his core, moans being pulled from him against his will.

"Let me see," Harry groaned as Draco started to cover his face again.

Draco's wrists were pinned above him, away from his face as he looked up at Harry. It was almost beautiful in a way to see him like this, but the thought didn't last long. He knew Harry was close, his thrusts getting faster. Draco couldn't hide as