Note: You asked, and I delivered. Part 2 of No Excuses, from Harry's POV.


Chapter 2: In which Harry's certain Malfoy is on drugs.

Malfoy's on drugs, There's no other way to explain what happened today. He has to be.

I'm lying in bed, wide awake, which isn't unusual save for the reason I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see his creamy white skin, his blonde hair, those piercing grey eyes. Those eyes that were blown wide with lust, so dark they were almost black.

Draco Malfoy is not attractive. But those lips, so perfectly soft and swollen and pink, and god they looked so damn beautiful wrapped around my cock.

Maybe someone has drugged me. Because Draco Malfoy is my enemy, and he is not attractive, He's bloody gorgeous.

I close my eyes again, sick of staring up at the scarlet curtains, and Christ he's there again. One hand on my cock, to guide his mouth, and the other around his own. Pale, slender fingers that are wrapped around his impressive dick, pumping in time with his mouth, bringing us both closer to the edge.

Fuck it, Throwing off the sheets, I silently make my way out of the dorm, across the common room and out of the portrait. I have to settle this.

Being me has its privileges, seeing as its one thirty in the morning and I've made it all the way to the dungeons before I hear footsteps. I freeze and melt into an alcove, waiting for whoever it is to pass by. A familiar blonde head comes around the corner and I pounce, catching him square in the chest and knocking him against the stone wall.

"What the fuck?" He hisses. I hold him by the shoulders to the wall and scoff.

"What the fuck is right, Malfoy. What the fuck did you slip me?" I meant it to be threatening, but my hips have already molded themselves against his, rocking slightly. Shit,

"What do you mean, Potter?" His adam's apple bobs as he swallows and I fight the urge to lick it.

"Surely one of us has been drugged, to allow what happened today, to happen." Unfortunately, my explanation was muffled when I leaned my head forward to nuzzle his neck. Damn, he smells good.

"What?" His voice vibrates my lips when he speaks. "Afraid, Potter?"

Scared of a little sex? "Certainly not." I'm more afraid of my attraction to you. I find his pulse, warm and fast under his skin and I bite down, sucking enough to leave a mark.

"Harry," his voice is a breathless whisper, but the use of my first name is startling. I pull back to look him in the eyes, and they're the same lust darkened ones I saw in the locker room.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck to pull me back in, and his lips crash against mine, soft and warm and delicious, just like I remember them. I grind against him, and my brain short-circuits when I feel the answering hardness through the thin fabric of our pajamas.

His legs are wrapped around my waist, he's pinned between me and the wall. We're moving together, grinding and panting and swearing. His thighs tighten around me as he comes, biting my shoulder to muffle his moans. I see stars as I follow, my head dropping forward onto his shoulder.

He stiffens against me and I'm pulled out of my haze. "Fuck," Malfoy whispers. I turn, cautiously.

"Fuck," I echo, almost dropping Draco onto the floor as I see who's behind us.

There's none more sobering an experience than realizing Severus Snape just caught you dry humping your arch nemesis.