Author: Wasted and Ready

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warnings: Sex and language. Not beta'd.

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He needed to find Draco. He needed too. He had to explain! His heart was pounding so hard, he was sure everyone on in the castle could hear it. He ran to the common room, taking the stairs two at a time. Once in the common room, he headed towards the stairs of his dorm.

"Harry? What are you doing?" Hermione inquired from her place near the fireplace. Not wasting the time for idle chitchat, he grabbed his invisibility cloak from his trunk and tore out of the common room again and down towards the dungeons.

"Snake bites." Once during a midnight tryst, they needed a place to go and needed a place to go right now. Draco's dorm had been the closest available place at the time. Draco had whispered the password through heated kisses. Harry had had the best, and quietest, sex of his life that night.

The portrait sung forward with a raised eyebrow, not doubt remembering the last time he had seen him, but didn't protest. Harry walked as quietly he could into enemy territory. Various Slytherins were lazing around the common room, playing chess and doing homework. Crabbe and Goyle could be seen in the corner, eating blueberry muffin after blueberry muffin. Careful not to bump into anyone, he tiptoed his way until he was standing in front of the door to Draco's dorm. He pressed his ear to the door and only heard soft violin music playing. He turned the knob.

He entered, sticking his head in first. All he saw was Draco laying on his bed, reading a novel. The bewitched violin playing peacefully next to him. Otherwise, the dorm appeared to be empty.

Draco's head snapped up sharply, eyes darting.

"Who's there?"

"Just me." Harry mumbled, pulling off the cloak.

"How did you get in here?" Draco asked, eyes narrowed.

"I remembered the password from that night a few weeks ago…." Harry said sheepishly.

"I think you should leave, now."

"Draco, baby, can we please talk about this?" Harry begged, edging closer to the bed, causing Draco to stand up, defensive.

"Don't call me 'baby'!" Draco half-yelled.

Harry quickly cast a charm on the violin, making it play louder, to cover up their voices. And on a second thought, cast a locking charm on the door.

"If you would just listen to …what are those?" Harry suddenly asked, looking down at a few pill wrappers laying on the floor by the bed. He recognized them as a wizard birth control method. The girl popped the pill, guaranteeing she wouldn't get pregnant for 24 hours.

"Well, Potter, in case you forgot, I do have a girlfriend."

"What?! You slept with her?" Harry's eyes were quickly filling with rage.

"Yes, Pansy was quite emotional when we, or what she believed, took each other's virginities last night." Draco said with a smile.

"You… you promised you would never do more than kiss her! You broke the rules!"

"Me? I broke the rules?! I thought it was an unspoken rule that we couldn't snog other guys!" Draco's cheeks were getting pink.

"But a girl! You fucked a cunt, literally and figuratively!"

"Don't you call her that!" Draco snarled, taking a threatening step forward.

Harry laughed. "Are you going to fight me, Malfoy?"

"Well, why not? I'm sure Rosen would be more than happy to heal your wounds! Hey … I heard he used to suck cock for 3 sickles, to save up for a sailboat!" Draco said, starting to chuckle hysterically. "Is that true?"

"No! That is not true! Shut up!"

"Well, I'm sure he could suck the Golden Boy for free! But the Weasel has to pay double!"

"Shut up!" At this point, they were all out screaming at each other. "Shut up!" Harry lunged at Draco, taking him by surprise. They stumbled to the ground in a heap. They fumbled confusedly for a moment or two, until Harry was finally straddling Draco, pinning his hands above his head.

"I still can't believe you fucked a pussy! You're contaminated!"

"I hope you brushed your teeth after swapping spit with that whore! Did his mouth taste like cum?"

Harry growled and punched Draco, right in the gut. He grunted, doubling slightly. He looked at Harry in shock at first and then punched back, in the jaw. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as pain erupted in his jaw. They quickly were in quite the rumble. They punched, kicked, and even bit. Not to mention a little hair pulling.

Finally, they just laid next to each other, panting. They were both sore all over but had raging hard ons. They glanced at each other and quickly looked away, discreetly adjusting their pants. Harry suddenly jumped back on top of Draco, straddling him once again. He kissed him roughly, smashing their lips together. Draco struggled against him.

"What are you doing!?"

"Aww, come on baby, you obviously want it." Harry breathed, his hand wrapping around Draco through his pants.

Harry kissed him again, a little less rough. But still just as passionate. This time Draco didn't protest. Their tongues battled fiercely for dominance. Draco's fingers entangled themselves in Harry's ebony locks, pulling harshly. Their pelvises grounded forcefully. The fiction drove them both wild.

"I wanna fuck you." Harry whispered, kissing down Draco's neck, to suck on his pulse point. There had only been two occasions when Draco had been persuaded to bottom. First, because he had just had a huge fight with his father. He had been feeling insecure and upset. Harry had been there to comfort him. He had asked Harry to make love to him. He later denied having whimpered, moaned and gasped throughout the whole experience. (Even though he did). The second, he had been deeply inebriated and giggling, he allowed Harry to enter him again.

Draco flipped them over, so he was on top.

"I don't think so, Potter. You're the bitch." This statement quickly ensued to a wrestling match, each trying to pin the other down. In the process clothes were torn off.

In the distance, knocks and calls of "Draco, are you okay? Why is the door locked?" could be heard from the door. Neither boy paid any attention. Eventually, they just wandered away, figuring Draco was in one of his moods again. The violin covered the noises of their grunts and curses.

Their sexual arousal couldn't take it anymore. They grinded again, skin against skin. They kissed fiercely, and groped heavily, leaving behind marks of their passion.

Harry had succeeded in getting on top once again. They stared down at each other, breathing hard. Harry slowly reached his hand down, bypassing Draco's hard on and running hand over his smooth bottom. He gently started to finger Draco's entrance. He didn't protest, just pulled him down for more kisses.

Harry spread Draco's legs more, positioning both their hips. He entered Draco with a swift thrust. Draco made a noise of pain and Harry stilled. He didn't move again until Draco gave a tiny nod. He set a slow pace at first, letting Draco get used to the newish sensation until pain gave way to pleasure. He quickened his hips. Draco moaned.

"Oh! Oh… Harry…" Draco whimpered as Harry hit the sweet spot inside him. Their pace quickened into a frenzy. Draco begged for faster and harder. They were soon fucking at a frantic pace. Draco's head thudding on the floor with every thrust but he didn't care in the slightest, as long as Harry never stopped.

Harry reached down between their slick bodies, pumping Draco's erection.

"Yes! Mm, oh!" Draco gasped, orgasm fast approaching.

"Draco…"

Both went over the edge, moaning and gasping. Their hips gradually slowed until Harry slipped out. He scooped Draco into his arms, cradling him. Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder with a sigh. The room had gotten dark, moonlight barely coming in through the closed curtains.

The violin continued to play.

…

Harry woke in his own dorm, tired but happy. He and Draco hadn't talked much last night but he just knew things would go back to normal. Julian didn't cross his mind once, while he got ready for breakfast.

"What are you grinning about?" Ron grumbled from his still prone position on his bed.

"Nothin', really." Harry said, suppressing a giggle.

His body still felt the effects from last night. On his hips, one could clearly see the outline of the grip Draco's fingers on his hips and his jaw was still sore. But there were pleasant reminders… there was a love bite or two on his neck and even one on his stomach. He could still hear Draco's gasp of pleasure in his ear.

He walked down to breakfast, energetically talking Quiddich with Seamus. He was just about to enter the Great Hall when he felt two arms slither around his waist.

"Hey." Murmured a smooth voice next to his ear. He turned his head slightly, only to be presented with Julian's breathtaking eyes, mere inches from his own.

"Oh, um, hi."

He prayed Draco had slept in.

…..

TBC!

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