Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...duh

A/N: I was a bit surprised to get ten reviews for the first chapter. To some of you that may not be a lot...but to me it's a dream come true...for the first chapter anyway...

Well, here it is...i hope some of my old readers (as in have read may of my stories if not all of them) don't mind my character development as it is -extremely different- let's just say the Golden Boy is a bit obsessvie compussive...

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Where we last left off...

"No, no, no, don't stop," Harry groaned, hips rocking listlessly through the air in want. Through his whimpers, Harry could practically -hear- Draco licking his lips. Looking down, eyes narrowed in lust, Harry watched, fascinated through his returning flush as Draco licked at the hand certainly not occupied, his index finger and thumb still wrapped securely at the base of Harry's cock, the silver eyes closed in enjoyment. The long pale fingers withdrew from Draco's mouth, the same mouth that had once housed his still very eager cock, intense silver eyes opening to reveal the sharp contrast of dilated black against silver.

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Release and Tension

Harry's eyes widened to blink innocently down at Malfoy. Why was he doing this? Why didn't he stop the tempting blonde? A little voice smacked him with an invisible hand.

'Because it felt good! That's why."

Draco smirked seductively, his silver eyes narrowing deviously in mischievousness. The blonde's now wet hand traced the slight indent between Harry's balls, outlining the definition of each testicle before hearing a nice, sharp intake of breath from the Golden Boy. Without forewarning, the tip of Draco's long digit pressed at his opening, alerting him of his very open position before moving and wiggling inside of him. He yelped another yelp and groaned another groan as the foreign intrusion and stretch of his walls became sensuous. Another finger entered him all the while Draco watching, smirk growing with a third intrusion.

Harry's body convulsed when Draco's probing within him hit a bundle of nerves, which sent electricity shooting through his body, a pleasant hum trembling his thoughts.

"Don't stop," Harry groaned, attempting to tighten his leg muscles, legs pulling at their restraints in order to keep Draco's fingers within him. The blonde chuckled to himself, amazed in his own right at the boy's ability to arouse him with his mere thrashing about.

With an expertise beyond his years, Draco removed his fingers from the extremely tight enclosure and shook out his hand, positioning himself with a smirk to the narrow eyed, panting Gryfindor. The sight of the helpless Boy-Who-Lived was inexplicably arousing. The sheer empowerment of it all ghosting Draco's conscience followed by the precise thrust of his hips, successfully stretching the Gryfindor while hitting the prostate head on, the tight heat engulfing his being as for, the first time in his life, his pale skin blushed a heated pink at the sheer tightness.

Harry groaned loudly, the sound echoing their enclosure, the room becoming unbelievably small around the two. Draco's hips seemed to move of their own accord, rocking back and forth unconsciously. Draco charitably, in his opinion, allowing the Gryfindor to adjust. A long silence followed their initial groans at being filled and filling.

Draco took the opportunity to look down at the raven-haired boy from his vantage point above him, and gasped, feeling his cock twitch in approval. Beneath him, eyes closed tightly, lips plump red between clinching teeth, face flushed, back arched, and slightly trembling lay The-Boy-Who-Lived. A foggy haze of pleasure coated his senses at the sight, silencing a cocky comment he had been about to make, feeling his cock twitch yet again, this time catching the little mews of pleasure issuing from the Golden Boy at Draco's continuous rocking of his hips. His haze clearing somewhat, the Slytherin made a definite draw back of his hips, receiving a broken whimper from the Gryfindor.

"Shhhh," he had meant to purr, but his voice seemed to have become gruff in the infinite amount of groaning he had chosen to ignore coming from his own lips. Thrusting back in, he hit that particular nerve again, the Gryfindor moaning loudly under him in what sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure, the sound sending shock waves straight to his cock, his movement reverberating the same waves throughout his body as he groaned.

That was something else… As a Malfoy, he was not permitted to make -any- noise during sex and yet, he felt as though merely attempting to hold his tongue would have made his world collapse and yet…here his train of thought broke off.

Obviously, the Gryfindor had gotten tired of Draco's constant pausing, hips pressing into his own to rock the blonde upward before bucking down. Harry's face broke into a relieved half smile at the release of tension, or the continuing of its build. Draco felt the corner of his lip twitch in amusement at the look on Potter's face. Harry's lips were curved but his face was flushed, biting his lip in an odd way as he rocked his hips upward.

"D-Draco," the blonde hadn't even realized he released the base of Gryfindor's cock, pulling and squeezing in an upward motion, no longer concerned with leaving the Golden Boy wanting while he got off. His silver eyes hid behind his lids as he felt his eyes close in pleasure, a familiar but foreign build of climax building behind his navel, "I'm going to…" Harry's words were lost when Draco's teeth found his shoulder, biting into his flesh in a plea of silence, trying his best not to scream in rapture as Harry's walls tightened around him. A sticky substance coated his chest, causing a pleasant friction between their chests to bring him overboard in a wreathing mass of singing nerves.

'God Damn It!' he shouted mentally, body convulsing, tasting blood on his tongue, 'fuck…'

Relaxing his mouth after the most amazing orgasm of his life, Draco Malfoy's eyes rolled into the back of his head, pulling from deep inside the mewing Gryfindor to collapse beside him in exhaustion. The two lay beside one another, breaths going from a harsh pant to even out as they drifted to sleep.

'That was unreal,' the smaller of the two thought to him self, not noticing the disappearance of the rope at his ankles and wrists. He curled against Malfoy's side, a sated small smile on his face as his arms and legs relaxed finally.

'How surprising, Potter,' and the Malfoy heir drifted to sleep as well, curling a protective arm around the lightly snoring, raven-haired boy.

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Harry Potter awoke to a scratching noise. The sound seemed to echo throughout his conscious mind, present until his eyes opened. Groaning, he sat up, noting an aching in the small of his back from his somewhat odd position over what looked like three desks in a row. There, placed before him on the desk occupied by his upper body, was a miniature version of Malfoy and himself, the scratching noise coming from the way the little him scratched at the stone floor, a soundless cry of rapture coming from his mouth as Draco fucked him doggy style.

A furious blush colored the Gryfindor's cheeks as the events of the previous night flashed before his eyes when the little mini him flipped onto his back and was held by his arms above his head by the smirking Slytherin. The two little wizards disappeared with a pop when he looked away.

A small smile flittered across his lips and he beamed around the dark classroom, noting the small stream of light from the only window in the Potion's room at the effort it took to make those 'dirty' little things. The smile adorning his soft features fell somewhat when he realized he was, in fact, alone. The solitude of the room circled him, urging the Gryfindor to put more motion into his limbs in order to leave it behind.

Another groan passed his lips, feeling soreness in parts of his body he didn't know -could- get sore. With a shake of his messy raven hair, the Golden Boy, stepped down from the desks, only now noticing that he had all his clothing on and looked practically groomed.

Glancing at his watch, large, emerald eyes blinked dumbly behind his too large glasses, pushing the cool metal up on his nose to get a better look at the time. With a half surprised, half growl noise, the Gryfindor fled from the room, running full speed through the dungeon and up the dungeon steps towards the Entrance Hall.

Standing outside of the door to the Great Hall, Harry took a few deep breaths to calm himself, as well as his raging blush at what the Slytherin may have spread throughout the school already, thankful for the half an hour or so he had before breakfast came to an end. He sighed deeply, what better time to hear the screams, see the fingers pointed and endure the whispers, then now.

Head held high, Potter pushed the doors open, entering as if he owned the world only to be met with his usual fan club and the suspicious eyes of his best mates. Feeling somewhat silly for having so little faith in the blonde Slytherin (I wonder why), Harry let his head drop in his usual shy manner before walking toward his seat and plopping down next to Ronald Wealsey, his best friend of six years, going on seven.

"Harry Potter, where have you been?" Before the red head could open his mouth, his second best friend, Hermoine Granger, shouted said words, slamming her book onto the table with amiable force, shaking the table in her wake.

Against his will, the Golden boy felt his cheeks color, mentally sighing as half the hall fell silent, all, except, of course, the Slytherin table, who seemed a bit more rowdy than usual. Shaking his head slightly in Hermoine's direction and giving the signal 'not now', Harry picked at his food, sparing only one glance at the Slytherin table.

And there he was. Carrying on with his friends as if he had not a care in the world, positively glowing with what looked like contentment to everyone else. But what Harry, being trained in reading people for the past three years, saw was happiness and an unmistakable giddy attitude, even toward eating his lightly powered French toast, even toward drinking his pumpkin juice with his little pinky in the air, even toward licking his lips with a soundless smack…

"Harry, mate, you al' right?" Ron's innocent question snapped the Gryfindor from his obsessive thoughts.

"Fine, Ron, fine," he didn't notice the eyebrows both of his friends had given him, but he -did- notice the base quality of his voice, not to mention the way he seemed to purr, his best friend's name, though not intentionally. He felt his voice hitch to distinguish whom he was speaking to, but he did not mean to actually -purr- Ron's name! That was just uncalled for! That was just…nasty! Especially when he had a much better looking, better tasting, better fucking blonde to himself…

Harry turned his head forcefully from the Slytherin table, determinedly tearing into a piece of toast, not caring that the crumbs smacked several people in the face or eye and definitely not caring that his simple response to his friend's question caused a few heads to turn and his already drooling fans to swoon. Chancing another look to the Slytherin table behind his slowly dying toast, Harry noted how -gay- Malfoy was. I mean, come on, he thought to himself, no one could be -that- gay and get away with it without even a comment to his homosexuality! It was down right illegal, not to mention- at this thought he choked slightly on his toast- it was down right -intriguing-.

Catching his stare once more, Harry turned back to his toast only to find it completely gone, and finding himself licking the jam flavored toast from his covered fingers. He felt his face heat for the fourth time that day and removed his fingers from his mouth with a slight smack, taking in the silence of his table. He looked around himself only to see the stares of his fellow classmates and the raised eyebrow of both Hermoine and Ron. Glancing at the Slytherin table again, Harry met the silver gaze of his rival, a smirk set into the boy's beautiful face, an elegant eyebrow raised in inquiry.

Because he couldn't just have his eyebrow raised in question, Harry thought to himself, no, he had to have it raised in 'inquiry' because a simple word like 'question' was beneath him…like I was. Shaking his head, the Gryfindor rose from his seat and stomped moodily out of the Great Hall.

The blonde followed his movement with his eyes; if he didn't know any better he would have sworn the sexy little poof was on his period.

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Potions. It just had to be Potions. He just -had- to get on Snape's bad side with his presence on the first day of classes and Snape just -had- to pair him with Malfoy, Malfoy just -had- to look so good in the morning. Fixing his hair in the mirror behind the Golden Boy, Draco didn't even acknowledge his presence as if saying 'my hair is much more important than opening my mouth to say anything to the likes of someone like you'.

"What -are- you mumbling about, Potter?" Draco asked in his usual silky, alto voice that screamed 'I had sex last night and I fucked the shit out of some poor unsuspecting Gryfindor, oh wait, that was you, wasn't it? Ha, ha, ha!' "What about my voice, Potter?" Harry noted he would have to solve that whole grumbling to him self thing, it was not the best thing to do when you wanted to keep secret a sexual escapade in the dungeons, on these very desks with your worst enemy.

"Nothing, Malfoy, nothing," this time, there was no over powering noise to hide any of the purring going on in his voice, nothing to hinder the other students from hearing the purred name, nothing to stop some of the lusty looks he received, nor to stop the blonde beside him from hearing loud and clear.

Draco watched, eyes glinting somewhat as Potter's blush spread across the planes of his tanned face and traveled down to his neck, eager to see, yet again, where the blush spread throughout his entire body, a twitch in his tailored pants signifying his body's gratitude of his purred sir name. "What are we supposed to be doing?" The blonde also noted, with a quirk of his eyebrow, that the Golden Boy's voice had dropped an octave or so from the previous night.

"If you had been paying attention, though I doubt that that is possible considering your Muggle condition of ADD, you would have noticed the notes on the board stating what we are supposed to do presently," Malfoy's elegant statement was said with a dismissive wave of his hand as he elegantly scrawled the notes in what looked like a bigger, cleaner, less-evil purple version of Tom Riddle's journal. Yeah, Malfoy was -really- gay.

The blonde tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, causing the room to become a bit warm for the Golden Boy as he loosened his Gryfindor tie and ruffled his hair. Turning somewhat in his chair he didn't notice the blonde's hungry eyes as he bent slightly to retrieve his Wizarding Notebook, which looked oddly enough like a Muggle notebook.

Harry shrugged, trying to empty his mind. If Malfoy could act so cool, collect, and gay, so could he…wait, he didn't mean to think that, he didn't want to be gay, not that gay was a bad thing. He had a lot of gay friends, like Cho and Dean and Seamus and…now he was just rambling.

"Potter, as much as I'd like to know that you have gay friends like Chang and the two wives, I would like to actually start our Potion sometime this period," with that, the blonde got up in a huff, his good mood falling all of a sudden with all that sexual tension between himself and his rival. Grabbing the ingredients some little Gryfindor without a name was getting, Draco decided he would just toss the Gryfindor against a wall and ravish him before his next class, Transfiguration.

After all, Draco was not one to lust after another being unrequited; he was not some sort of Potter fan. Because he had already fucked Potter he didn't have some unspeakable urge he had to fulfill. He was also not one to lie to himself, he thought shifting in his suddenly tight pants. He -elegantly- plopped in the seat beside the Gryfindor. "Just so you know, Potter," he drawled, setting up their work area, "I'm going to toss you against a wall after Potions and have my way with you."

The Gryfindor choked on his tongue, large eyes staring innocently, bottom lip trembling in disbelief at the casual Slytherin. Malfoy spared him a smirk before completely ignoring him, leaving Potter to take the notes out of the book as he did the potion himself.

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I hoped the lot of you liked it and i would appreciate a review hint hint

SUGGESTIONS ARE OPEN IF IT IS NOT CLEAR IN ANY OF MY OTHER STORIES I WANT TO MAKE SURE IT IS -CLEAR- HERE, IF THEY WERE ANY MORE OPEN THEY'D BE HARRY AFTER DRACO JUST FUCKED HIM!