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A/N: Hello to all of you. I was quite pleased with the number of recieved reviews, but i don't think there was anything in there that required an answering such as questions and the like so i won't give any 'shout outs'.

This chapter is a bit unfinished but i decided to upload it anyway, however, i will attempt to upload the other part of this chapter soon...

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Where we last left off...

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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Flirting and Tension

The Gryfindor nervously did as he was told, or not told, his hand trembling somewhat as he scrawled messily over his parchment-notes, his lettering bending in ways it hadn't before as he faintly noted he'd have to rewrite the notes eventually. Taking a nervous glance around to see if anyone had noticed their exchange of, he cleared his throat, words, he noticed other groups had taken to Malfoy's idea.

The most excelled of the pairs working on the potion themselves and the other copying the never ending notes from the board as quickly as possible before they disappeared to be replaced by even more notes. Noticing this very fact, Harry raced to copy them down before they disappeared again, settling for his usual method of getting things done: pushing whatever worried him to the back of his mind.

This, however, was easier said than done. The blonde would lean unnecessarily close to Harry to look over his shoulder at notes he could easily read in legible print from the board. Or he would brush his hand along Harry's when reaching for an ingredient only to replace it because 'it wasn't needed' or 'it was not time to put in it yet'. Then there were the not that subtle brushes along the nape of his neck or inside his slightly open cloak and for once, Harry was glad that the dungeons only provided enough light to brew a potion.

As the period neared an end, the Golden Boy felt his head swimming in arousal, his erection straining painfully against the fabric of his pants. At exactly five minutes to the bell he was still copying notes as Malfoy leaned back in his chair gazing predatorily at him.

"You know…" the blonde drawled silkily, and Harry glanced at him momentarily, his hand still moving quickly across his parchment, wishing he had not after witnessing the index finger running thoughtfully, albeit seductively, across the blonde's bottom lip, "you look delectable in those clothes, the robe leaves a lot to the imagination, though." Harry felt his entire being flush, even down to his nervously tapping foot, furiously concentrating of taking the last of the notes down, completely ignoring the blonde sex god beside him.

'…Therefore the potion is used to bend distance, much like a portkey in it's more potent form, however, the form the student will be brewing is used in the training of Apparition.' Harry breathed a long sigh as he dotted his sentence with a flourish of his aching hand, leaning back in his chair. He ruffled his hair a bit, unconsciously causing his counterpart to stiffen somewhat beside him at the appealing sight, the former mentioned youth taking no notice. Allowing his body the few minutes before the bell rang to relax somewhat, bringing to his attention his very stiff prick and the sudden body heat of his rival beside him. Glancing to the clock and thanking whatever god there was for the two minutes before the bell (one kept track of time better when one was attending one's most hated class). He turned to Draco, a lump forming in his throat as soon as hungry silver met nervous green.

"Why did you tell me that, Malfoy?" the blonde seemed to take extreme pleasure in hearing his sire name on Harry's lips like he had toward the beginning of the lesson and Harry pushed down his blush best he could. He didn't notice Malfoy's small pout at the limits of the blush, the light dusting of the Gryfindor's cheek not as satisfying as the full body flush but equally endearing. "Why would you tell me something like that? Is it to distract me from Potions or something? Trust me, I don't need your help there."

Now Potter was rambling, Draco sighed to himself. The Gryfindor was much cuter when he remained as silent as possible, unless he was moaning of course. "And why were you in Snape's classroom to -being- with? And what makes you think you have free reign over me just because of that HUGE mistake? Not to mention you sitting there looking all fuckable," here Draco raised an eyebrow, hearing the Golden Boy curse like that was so odd, so…dirty, he felt his cock twitch yet again in what he mentally began calling the Potter twitch. He took it back; he liked this dirty mouth Potter, "with your eyes all narrowed slightly. And why are you smirking at me like that?"

Just as the Gryfindor brought his persona back to the present in regards to person-to-person conversation and not just one with himself, the bell rang. Harry's entire countenance seemed to fall with that noise, looking sullen for a moment before hurriedly gathering his things in hopes of avoiding said ravishing against some wall not preordained.

Draco's smirk twitched somewhat, the muscles of his face threatening to stretch into a smile at Harry's poor attempt in escape. He sighed somewhat, watching as Harry placed his last book in his bag and slung it over his shoulder, Potter never learns. Draco casually knocked what remained of their potion to the floor.

"Potter!" Snape's booming voice could be heard over the quickly scurrying children, "you will not leave this classroom until this mess is cleaned," his deadly whisper voice was legendary and Draco tossed a winning smile in his godfather's direction. He would almost go as far as to say he loved the man, that is, of course, if he hadn't been a Malfoy and had the word love in his vocabulary not dealing with cruel punishment or punishment in general.

Harry nodded, glancing shortly at the arrogantly smirking blond and almost smiling when witnessing the blonde's usual character toward him. At least -some- normalcy was there, and he had to admit, he could always count on dear Snape if he needed something to be normal in his life. He sighed to himself, dropping to his knees after conjuring a rag, some gloves and a bucket, already knowing the task would have to be done manually.

The class quickly emptied, even Snape leaving him and for a moment, Harry relaxed completely in his solitude, having a few moments to think over the previous night and his development with Malfoy. He felt his entire body flush as a particular movement of his body while cleaning jutted his still erect cock, reminding him he'd have to take care of that later on.

"Judging by the look on your face, Potter, I'd say you were reliving some memories," Draco Malfoy's voice broke Harry from his thoughts, the raven head snapping up to look, wide-eyed, at the smirking Slytherin, "pleasant memories, maybe those from last night." Harry became flustered at the blonde's causal tone and began to scrub furiously at the floor, determined to keep his blush at bay.

"What do you want, Malfoy? Aren't you going to be late for your next class?" The Gryfindor muttered, jaw clenching and unclenching periodically as he scrubbed at the unrelenting substance on the floor.

"Thought I'd skip it, after all, you do look absolutely -ravishing- on your knees like that, even if your arms aren't tied to a random object," he purred, satisfied when Potter, frustrated, tossed aside the rag and huffed back on his haunches, glaring heatedly at the blonde for a moment before he stood his full height. Draco's smirk widened and his eyes lidded a bit more when he was reminded of their height difference, chuckling softly as Potter glared the entire five inches up at him.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" was the blonde making fun of him? Poking fun at whatever intimacy the two had shared the previous night? The Gryfindor was sharply reminded, at these thoughts, why he hated the blonde bastard. The blonde's smirk wavered slightly as if reading his thoughts.

"Just that I like to keep my word as often as possible," the blonde stepped to him somewhat. Harry tilted his head in confusion, his anger momentarily forgotten as he stared up at the blonde. "I did say I was going to toss you against a wall and ravish you, did I not?" Before Harry could properly ground himself in his indignity, he was backed into a wall, his head hitting it hard as he stumbled to regain his balance. Strong arms were placed on either side of his head.

Draco relished in the Gryfindor's shocked look before bending his arms and swooping in, claiming Harry's lips (…Potter's lips?) in a kiss that would have caused his father to pass out. Shaking his head slightly at the visual, he forced his tongue into Potter's not resisting lips, holding back a moan when Harry responded. And by the Gods did he respond!

The night before had confirmed the Slytherin's ideas about his innocence and yet, having Potter's tongue lap at his own, swirl along his teeth and tickle the roof of his mouth, he had to question it yet again. He recognized his own technique mirrored when Potter sucked his tongue between his teeth but not the part where Potter's hands fisted in his robe, and his tongue played with the tip of his own. It seemed the Golden Boy was a fast learner, indeed.

Draco dropped his arms from either side of the Gryfindor's head in favor of pressing their bodies closer together, fisting his hand in Potter's robes. He never was one to beat around the bush. He chuckled against Potter's lips at his own pun.

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