Summary: In the third year of the war, Draco is discovered as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Snape brings him to Grimmauld Place for safety. But months of being locked in a house with Potter take their toll, and soon both boys are in over their heads.

Pairing: Harry/Draco. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Warnings: Unbetaed, all mistakes are my own. Sexual content. Language.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything affiliated with his world belong to J.K. Rowling.

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Harry found Draco in the library. Harry dropped down in the front of the fire, the bottles clinking in his hand.

"We're having a celebration," he stated.

"Of what?"

"The destruction of all the Horcruxes.—well except for the one in me and the one in Nagini," Potter amended, seeing Draco's raised eyebrow.

"What would Granger say if she saw you with firewhiskey in a library?"

"What Hermione doesn't know won't hurt her," replied Harry.

"Hmm, I suppose I might be able to tear myself away from my book for this."

"Good, I don't have to resort to drastic measures, like tickling."

Draco sniffed, "you wouldn't dare," putting just a hint of a threat.

Harry nodded. "Probably not," and smiled up at Draco, eyes green and bright.

Draco marked his place in his book –The Real Life of Morgana, which he's only read about eight times by now-and slipped out of his chair onto the floor next to Harry. The fire was just warm enough, spreading its glow across them. Harry passed Draco a bottle, and then uncorked one of his own. He chugged, and Draco followed the line of his throat as he swallowed. With the firelight reflecting off of Harry, Draco realized just how much he wanted this. For this to go on after the war, to keep Harry and never let him go.

Pushing aside those thoughs, Draco uncorked his own bottle. It was perfect, sitting by the fire with Potter. Draco couldn't remember a word of their conversation, but the sensation of sitting there next to Harry was enough. Except for lingering thoughts of Weaslette, but Draco used all his considerable expertise in denial to forget she even existed.

And when Potter leaned in and kissed Draco, his mouth full of the taste of firewhiskey, Draco submitted and gave into the sensations. Harry leaned over, and Draco leaned back until he was flat on his back with Harry sprawled on top of him. Draco groaned, and tangled their legs together. One of Harry's legs came between Draco's thighs and created the most delicious friction that caused Draco to arch up into Harry, seeking more.

Harry's hands clutched Draco's hair, pulling almost to the point of pain. Draco's caressed Harry's arse with his left hand and gripped Harry's bicep with his right.

Harry's tongue was in his mouth, plunging relentlessly. Their joined mouths muffled Draco's moans. Draco used his elbow as leverage and flipped them over. They knocked over a bottle of firewhiskey as they went, and Draco felt a puddle forming beneath Harry. No way was he stopping, though.

Harry didn't fight, and let Draco take control. Draco decided the clothes had been on long enough, and besides they were getting wet. So he started to take off Harry's shirt, but then got distracted by the expanse of chest laid out before him.

Draco swirled his tongue around one nipple, before sucking it into his mouth. Harry made a keening sound as he arched up. Draco took his time, worshipping Harry's chest, so by the time Draco finished with Harry's naval, Harry was a quivering mess. When Draco started going up Harry's chest again, ignoring his pleas of "please, more," Harry had had enough.

He growled and arched up, using the momentum to flip them over. Harry's arms framed Draco's head, and he straddled Draco. Harry ground his hips down, causing Draco to cry out at the friction and pleasure.

"Cocktease," Harry growled in Draco's ear.

Draco's only response was an incoherent murmur, as it was hard to concentrate with Harry's hands down his trousers.

Harry's hand continued on his prick, and Draco muttered, "Please, oh gods, more, please, Harry."

Draco could feel his orgasm building, and Harry seemed to sense it too. Harry removed his hand and tightened his left one around the base of Draco's prick. The sound Draco made could probably be called a sob. Harry merely grinned and pulled down his own trousers, stopping to get the lub eout of a pocket. Draco's had disappeared a while ago, so there was nothing in the way when Harry shoved a finger up his arse.

Harry looked as desperate as Draco felt, so after only one finger he lubed up his cock and thrust into Draco. Draco's legs came up around Harry's waist. The pace was faster than normal, but Draco wasn't complaining. Harry brushed his prostate on almost every stroke, and Harry leaned down and kissed him.

This is the first time they've kissed while fucking, before it always seemed much to personal. To Draco, it felt like heaven, so when Harry pulled his hand off Draco's prick to cradle his head, Draco was coming, coming hard. Harry followed shortly, shooting into Draco and yelling Draco's name.

When Draco came down from his orgasm, he felt Harry pulling out and moving. Unconsciously, he let out a whimper that made him blush. But Harry merely cast a cleaning charm on them and a locking spell on the door before collapsing on top of Draco again.

Draco felt himself nodding off. When he woke, the candles had almost all burnt down, and the main source light came from the fire. Draco was too comfortable to move, although Harry was crushing him and the carpet was rough on his back. He couldn't even be bothered to open his eyes when he realized Harry was awake and talking.

Harry was lying on his side, one leg still draped across Draco. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I have a girlfriend waiting for me. The Weasley's would probably kill me if they knew. But I can't help it. You irritate me more than anyone but I can't stay away. I think I'm falling in love with you, and you don't care about me at all."

Harry continued with his soliloquy, but Draco wasn't listening. Harry had just said he might love Draco. If only he wasn't so tired, he would say he loved Harry back. He would do it when he woke up. Draco fell asleep to dreams of Harry.

When Granger woke them up by pounding on the library door and threatening castration if they had damaged any books, it didn't seem the right moment to confess he loved Harry. Draco couldn't find the right moment the next day, or the day after either. Before he knew it, a week had gone by and still Draco hadn't said anything. And as time went by, Draco became less certain he hadn't dreamt the whole thing, and less inclined to tell. He still had a voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like his father saying that admitting his emotions would be a weakness.