Harry was pacing around the room. He was so nervous it was impossible to keep still.

Draco was lying on the bed, his hands resting on his chest, looking at Harry. He sighted.

Draco stopped in the middle of the room and turned to Draco.

"I am so nervous… What if they react badly? Merlin, what if they hate me afterwards?"

Harry started to walk again, his fingers moving frantically against each other in a failed attempt to reduce stress. Deep down he knew Ron and Hermione were not going to hate me. They were his friends and they loved him no matter what, but still he could not stop himself from worrying.

Draco sighted again and moved to sit straight on the edge of the bed.

"Harry, I understand if you don´t want to tell them already… I understand if you are not ready, if you don´t want to come out. You are not obliged to do anything, you know? I don´t want to pressure you…You know?"

Harry stopped again to look at Draco dead in the eyes.

"Draco, I want to come out! I love you and I feel so lucky to be with you. I´m not ashamed of it I am proud! I know I have no reasons for being worried but…I don´t know I´m just stressed. Still, I am absolutely sure that I want to do this. I don´t want to hide a part of me anymore. I want to do this with you."

Draco smiled shyly but fondly.

"I want to do this with you too. And I know that your friends are going to support you no matter what because they are amazing…"

Harry opened his mouth in shock. He knew how Draco truly was now, he knew he was not like he seemed in the war, that he had no choice during that time but he never thought he would listen to Draco complementing them.

Draco smiled aware of what had gone through Harry´s mind.

"Yes, you heard me right. It will be fine. So please, stop for a minute I swear you are driving me mad! Please stop pacing around the room or I swear to Salazar I am going to tie you to that bed post!"

Harry smirked.

"You would really like that, wouldn´t you?"

Draco flushed bright red and got up. He was getting hot just by thinking about it.

"I didn´t meant it that way…But, Merlin help me that sounds bloody brilliant. I´m warning you, don´t tempt me, Potter."

Harry moved closer to Draco so that he could whisper in a low voice.

"Maybe I want to tempt you…"

Draco moved his arms to hug Harry´s waist.

"Are you being serious? Do you actually…want it?"

Harry leaned forward to brush his lips against Draco´s.

"Yes, I am being serious."

Draco gasped and moved to push the dark haired boy against the post of the neatly made four poster bed.

Harry whimpered when he felt his body trapped between Draco´s and the post.

Draco joined their lips together in a fierce, hungry kiss. Parted lips, fighting tongues and little, gentle bites drove the two boys insane.

Harry moved arms to Draco´s neck, pushing the blonde boy closer.

Draco reached for Harry´s arse giving it a squeeze only to hear a moan from Harry as a response.

The taller boy then moved to, as quickly as his long and slender fingers allowed, unbutton Harry´s shirt. As soon as the shirt fell on the floor Draco reached for the wand in his back pocket.

Draco flicked his wand and Harry´s hands flew from around his neck to pin at the bed post while a silky rope erupted from the tip of the wand to tie Harry´s wrists together and o the post.

Harry gasped but was soon silenced by Draco´s lips on him, kissing him with passion, making every fiber of his body tremble.

Draco ran his hands through the dark haired boy´s chest as he moved his lips to Harry´s neck, finding a sweet spot and sucking on it gently.

Harry moved his hands to reach for Draco´s body but the rope kept them in place. Merlin, Harry wanted to touch Draco, he wanted to run his fingers over the silky, almost white hair, he wanted to mess that perfectly tied tie, he wanted to rip that shinning white, carefully and flawlessly ironed shirt off…

Harry moaned against Draco´s lips, feeling the heat rising to his skin as goosebumps formed across his neck.

Draco pulled back leaving Harry whimpering due to the loss of contact.

The blonde boy slowly started to undo his tie letting it fall on the floor then moved to his shirt, slowly, unbearably slowly, unbuttoning it, a button at a time, and letting it fall on the floor.

Harry looked at Draco´s pale, delicious chest and he thought he was going to spontaneously combust. He needed Draco against him.

"Draco… Please."

The blonde smirked but obediently responded crashing their lips together again, moving his lips to Harry´s neck and then chest kissing and sucking the tanned skin.

Draco dropped to his knees, kissing down Harry´s navel, and started to unzip the dark haired boy´s trousers. He took both Harry´s trousers and pants off and threw them across the room.

Harry moaned when the air his hit his aching erection.

Without giving him time to think Draco moved forward and took Harry´s cock between his lips.

Harry screamed. He tried to move his hands again but the rope dig into his skin, bruising it. Harry didn´t even felt it. All he could think about was Draco´s lips and how warm they were, how tight they were, how perfect they were around him.

"Draco…Oh, Gods…"

Draco kept moving up and down Harry´s shaft, occasionally passing his tongue through the slit making Harry arch his back against the post.

Harry was panting and writhing underneath Draco´s lips.

"Draco… I can´t hold it that long! Bloody hell…"

The blonde boy removed his lips from Harry´s cock giving it a stroke before moving up to kiss Harry´s lips.

Draco´s hands moved to Harry´s arse again, picking him up. Harry´s back against the post, his hands tied to it above his head, only secured by Draco who was devouring his lips with reinforced strength.

"Draco, untie me. Please, I want to touch you."

Harry´s voice was a low, husky whisper that melted Draco´s heart. Draco let Harry let into his feet again while he reached for his wand and released Harry.

Harry ran his fingers through his wrists momentarily only to throw himself against Draco, running his hands though the blonde´s body, kissing, licking, touching and savoring everything.

Harry grabbed Draco´s trousers yanking them down along with the pants and kicking them away.

The dark haired boy pressed his body against Draco´s. The two boy´s gasped, their all bodies were connected, every inch of them, it was intoxicating.

Harry moved to throw Draco onto the bed climbing on top of him and positioning himself between the blonde´s tall legs.

Draco moaned. Harry was unstoppable, moving his lips and hands all over Draco´s body.

Harry moved down Draco´s chest, past his stomach and down his navel kissing and licking at his passage.

The dark haired boy grabbed Draco´s throbbing erection and started to stroke it as his lips moved lower to kiss and lick the skin.

Draco was whimpering and writhing in minutes.

Harry grabbed Draco´s wand, that had been mindlessly thrown at the feet of the bed, and casted a lubricant spell on Draco´s arse as long as on his own fingers.

The dark haired boy started to carefully prepare Draco. He inserted a finger and started to move it, stretching Draco and making him moan then a second digit was inserted and then a third.

Draco screamed and moved against Harry´s fingers.

"I am ready! Stop teasing…"

Harry smirked and removed his fingers from Draco positioning himself.

He leaned forward taking Draco´s lips in his in a passionate kiss as he slowly started to enter Draco.

The blonde moaned and his fingers dig into Harry´s shoulder.

Harry kept moving, slowly at first and then faster.

They were both moaning and holding onto each other, clinging onto each other, grabbing fistfuls of bed sheets.

They were feeling something completely different than what they felt the other times they had had sex. They weren´t being perfect, they were not measuring every movement, they were moving uncontrollably, blindly, careless. They felt electricity running through their skin; they felt like they were floating, million thought and not one in particular crossing their minds.

Warmness, skin against skin, sweat, opened mouth kisses, fingers digging, frantically moving, arched backs, low moans.

It was imperfect but so amazingly perfect. It was out of this world.

Draco screamed and bit into Harry´s shoulder as he came quickly followed by Harry who moaned loudly and buried his head on the crook of Draco´s neck.

Harry removed himself from Draco, falling onto the bed next to the blonde boy.

They were still panting trying to get their breathing back to normal.

Harry looked at Draco who turned his head to look at him. Draco started to laugh uncontrollably and Harry did the same.

"Salazar…What got into you today, Harry?"

Harry kept laughing, cleaning the tears that had rolled from his eyes.

"It is your fault! You have this effect on me!"

Draco chuckled.

"Merlin…I love you."

"I love you too."

"Hey, Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Before that day on the changing rooms… had you ever? You know?"

"No, I hadn´t… Had you?"

"No."

Harry smiled and reached for Draco´s hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?"

Harry looked at Draco again, he was smiling at him.

"I am. We are doing this. Together."

Draco gave Harry´s hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Together."