The knock on the door was irritating enough but the fact that it had interrupted the hottest dream of the school year was what really pissed Draco off. He looked around his darkened dorm at the still snoring figures of his bunk mates as the second rapt started. Grabbing around his bed, he found a shoe discarded from the night before and lobbed it at Blaise's head.

"Zabini, get the fucking door." Blaise grunted at the head blow, finger saluted Draco, and rolled back over.

"Crabbe? Goyle?" Draco said to no reply. OK. Now he was really pissed. As the third knock sounded, Draco slammed his legs into his school slacks, the only coverage he could find, and slowly did up the zipper. It had, after all, been a good dream. "This had better be fucking good," Draco murmered as he crossed to open the door.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Draco said, opening the door to reveal Crabbe. "You forget how to use the knob? he asked turning to return to bed.

"We need to talk."

"I wasn't aware that you could hold a conversation," Draco turned back towards the door but stopped mid way as the light from the open doorway fell on the sleeping form of Crabbe, right in his bed where he belonged. Suspicious now, and quiet wandless, Draco turned the rest of the way back towards the door. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'll tell you when we get there," the impostor said pulling out a multi-hued cloak. "Finish getting dressed and come with me. It's important."

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They had barely reached the portrait to the corridor when Draco began to piece things together. Something was odd,

Crabbe doesn't have green eyes,

and getting odder all the time.

I should have known he'd be back, Draco thought as he noticed the infamous map being pulled from the pocket. Just didn't know it would be so soon.

"Polyjuice potion?" Draco asked, more intrigued at the lengths his arouser was willing to go than the fact that he, or more likely Granger, was brewing illegal potion.

Harry/Crabbe just nodded.

"How did you get it? Something of Crabbes I mean."

"The boy sheds, Malfoy. It's not pleasant."

"You think I don't know that?" They walked along in silence for several more minutes before Draco started to become irritated. "So, are we just out for a moonlit stroll or what?"

"I've been thinking, you know, about earlier. I just can't seem to shake you from my mind."

Draco smirked in the darkness. "I do seem to have that effect on people. So you're addicted. Of course you are," he answered his own question. "Most people can't just stand one hit of straight Malfoy."

"Have you told anyone?"

"And be linked to you?" Draco laughed. Potter was really dumber than he thought if he was stupid enough to believe that Draco would ever let this go public. "OK. Not just you. A Gryffindor." They walked a few more steps in silence. "OK. So it is you."

"So you agree with me that this is wrong?" Potter's breathing had changed. He couldn't possibly be winded from just walking the corridor.

"Sometimes it's only the wrong things that are worth doing."

"But do you think it's worth doing?"

"Potter, you wanna get on with this? At least tell me where we're going. I've got Quidditch tomorrow after all."

Harry seemed to stumble. Well, serves him right. He should have known that he was never in charge. That his motives were not as hard to read as he thought. And certainly not as pure as he'd like every one else to think. Draco smiled at the thought that he had tarnished the golden boy but it was short lived as he was slammed roughly into the brick behind him as Harry threw his strange cloak over top of him.

"Are we playing hide and seek?" Draco asked, realizing that he had just momentarily lost control and liked it.

"It's an invisibility cloak. No one can see us." Harry reached into his pocket to pull out his glasses. Obviously, thank God, the transformation was nearly complete and he was unable to see any more. Draco had always thought that his stupid glasses made him look like an idiot, but he suddenly realized, seeing him without them if only for a moment, that it just wasn't Harry Potter without them.

"So. Is this where we're going?"

"I don't know. Didn't really have a plan. This seems as good a place as any." Draco looked around and realized that they were in the middle of the hallway on the way down to the grand staircase. Anyone could walk by at anytime, especially a Professor on rounds, but the thought was not only exciting, but the fact that it was Harry's thought made it that much more intriguing.

Draco was losing control. Not cool. Until he had felt Harry undo the button on his slacks he could have fooled himself that this was as well his plan. That he had known Harry would come into his common room in the middle of the night and drag him off for a midnight shag. What he didn't anticipate, is that he would so willingly welcome it. He needed his control back. There was nothing else to it.

He grabbed Harry roughly by the back of the head and slammed his lips into Harry's. Talking was unnecessary, even hindered the experience. Besides, it's hard to protest when someone has their tongue down your throat. As if Harry had anything to complain about. Draco's biggest regret in life was that he couldn't kiss himself. He had seen what he was capable of and as Harry's knees buckled slightly, Draco actually felt jealous of him. That's it. Fore plays over.

Draco pulled Harry around, slamming him into the wall instead and was only slightly annoyed when Harry reached around him to readjust the cloak covering them. If someone wanted to see, let um see, Draco thought before remembering who they would be seeing. OK. So maybe, occasionally, Harry could have some good ideas.

Draco's quick turn was enough to start his slacks sliding down his legs and he felt the cold castle air caress his erection immediately. Understood or not, there was a very good reason to not wear underwear. He was thankful for a moment that he hadn't bothered with finding a shirt, as it was taking too long just working the buttons on Harry's school top, but he was slightly annoyed that he had remembered shoes as his slacks hung over them, giving him a very good opportunity to look like an ass. Harry's hands, with nothing left to do for Draco, rushed to the aid of Draco's skilled hands and finished off the last button that Draco hadn't gotten to yet.

"Did I ask for your help, half-blood?" Draco sneered as he ripped the button off of Harry's slacks in one motion, dropping the too large pants instantly. Draco reveled in Harry's shocked silence and knew that Harry wanted him, needed him to bad, too protest to any treatment that he would be given. Good thing too. It was annoying to listen to complainers.

Harry's pants hit the floor with a telling thump, making Draco realize that he was now unarmed. Foolish Potter. But convenient. Draco reveled once again in the seven inches that Harry was displaying, glad that he didn't need to waste any more time with provoking. It would be enough that he'd have to take his time with persuading. Draco grabbed Harry tightly in an embrace, allowing his erection to rub against Harry's stomach as he grabbed a handful of ass to an appreciative moan. He grabbed Harry's limp hand and placed it expertly onto his own member. Harry raised his eyebrow as he stood, holding his shaft unsteadily in his hands, but Draco was not about to explain himself. He needed his hands for other purposes.

He reached up underneath Harry's leg and lifted it up onto his own exposed hip. Harry whimpered as he realized that this would not be the same as the last time, and Draco's stomach flipped as he realized that there was a tiny bit of fear in the eyes that he was growing accustomed to looking through. Harry's leg firmly positioned and Harry's back holding him steady against the wall, Draco began to explore the virgin skin between Harry's two greatest pleasure givers. Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip, obviously unsure of what was to come.

"Draco, I'm not sure..."

"You came looking for me, remember? You obviously let your curiosity lead you. We're going to satisfy that curiosity so that I can get some sleep. So shut up. Don't complain, or don't come back. You understand me, Potter?"

Harry just nodded, it was all he could do before his head rolled back onto the brick as Draco ran his finger around the pert closure of Harry's innocence.

"Summon your wand," Draco whispered into Harry's ear and it took Harry a minute to hear what he had said. "Do it. And do what I tell you." He whispered lubrication spells into Harrys ear as he roughly bit the lobe. Harry's hesitation told him that he was curious but didn't dare ask why he needed to use spells at a time like this. "Fine, don't do it then. It's you that's gonna want it." Harry hesitated seconds longer, probably wondering if it wasn't some kind of hex, before Draco felt the lubrication form around his fingers, allowing him to slide effortlessly over the taught skin.

Harry's hole was definatly virgin, and tighter with anticipation, but as Draco worked his way around, he realized for the first time the full trust that was being given to him by his enemy. Harry jumped, slamming into the wall, as Draco began to break the innocence barrier.

"Don't do that again," Draco said, remembering that it was the same for him when he had been told the same by his first lover and wished he could experience again what Harry was about to. His voice, he heard, betrayed him slightly as it was more playful than forceful, but Harry didn't seem capable of telling the difference.

He found that Harry, even though still silent, was protesting the entrance. Every muscle in his body tightened, trying to expel Draco's finger. He hated and yet loved this part. His growing need was becoming impatient at the time it took to break in a virgin, but the fact that no one else would ever make him feel these feelings made the wait almost worth it.

"You can protest all you want, I'm not going anywhere." Draco said as he slowly helped Harry begin to stroke his waning erection. Harry relaxed after a few expert pulls and Draco continued to edge deeper towards Harry's center. Harry's hisses and moans caused Draco to begin leaking and he was finding it difficult not to enjoy the discomfort that he was putting him through.

"This isn't possible," Harry stated, obviously not able to keep his stupid mouth shut any longer.

"You're being impossible. Just relax.' Draco said as he nibbled on Harry's jawline, trying to draw his attention elsewhere. A bite here and a lick there and Harry was beginning to act as if it was actually possible, and even necessary, that Draco continue. Just as Draco found he had reached the hilt, the growing of Harry's need obvious in the pulsing of Harry's bundle, he realized it was time to begin again retracting his finger and joining it with a second. The hissing began again, but the trust seemed to have grown as this time it was the only protest he received until he began separating and stretching his fingers.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Harry said, grabbing at Draco's wrist.

"Potter. Look at this." Draco said, holding up his other hand with the two fingers held in the air. "Now," he held up his leaking cock in comparison, "look at this. I know what I'm doing. You'll thank me for it." He continued, unprotested, until he finally felt that, whether Harry was ready or not, Draco was.

He placed his head against the wet hole, allowing Harry only a second to comprehend what he was about to experience before beginning his entrance. Harry jumped again, this time not appreciated and Draco place a controlling hand firmly on his shoulder.

"What did I say about that?"

God, it had been a long time since he had had anyone so tight, so pure, and Draco allowed a moment of lost control in which he moaned appreciatively of the tightness surrounding his shaft. He worked his way slowly, amid continuous attempts to reject him, until he found the walnut sized button that released Harry's inhibitions. Draco, satisfied that his position was secured, repositioned himself so that he could watch as Harry enjoyed himself, completely unaware that he was still stroking himself in rhythm to Draco's thrusts.

Suddenly, the convulsions began, attempting to reject Draco before he was finished, as Harry's hot spunk shot onto Draco's abdomen. It was enough, strangely, to feel what he had done to Harry to bring him over the edge and Harry's final jump came at the hot wad that warmed his very core. Draco allowed himself a moment to catch his breath before removing himself and bending to pull on his slacks. It was only as Harry was finishing repairing his button that they both realized something was missing. Harry's eyes widened in shock as he noticed the bulge of cloak sitting next to them on the floor. But it wasn't the cloak that caught Draco's eyes.

"Nice night for some star gazing," Draco motioned towards Harry, "isn't it Professor Sinistra?"