Chapter 4

Harry wasn't at dinner or breakfast and Draco knew he was avoiding him trying to get his thoughts together. Draco guessed Harry was eating after he left. So they didn't see each other until potions on Friday. Harry walked into the dungeon to find Draco already there. He took his seat just as Professor Slughorn entered.

"Instructions are on the board. We will be testing this one, so do your best. Please use your assigned partners. Begin!" Slughorn said with the air of someone commanding an army. He retreated to his desk while they started.

"Ok?" Draco asked.

Harry noticed everyone was listening for his response. He smiled, nodding. Harry drew out some parchment while Draco heated the cauldron and got their ingredients.

Dipping his quill in some ink Harry wrote.

I am fine, how are you?

Then passed it across the table towards Draco.

Draco stared at the paper. Then leaned over and snatched Harry's quill, he wrote back.

Ok, are you still talking to me?

He pushed parchment and quill back.

Harry re- dipped the quill and scribbled something back.

Does it look like I'm talking to you? Yes I am. Did I scare you with that lip comment?

Harry was scared of this next answer and waited anxiously. They were writing back and forth while cutting stuff for the potion they were brewing.

Not scared. It was weird coming from you, but I liked it.

Draco wrote back.

Harry's sigh of relief was visible.

Don't leave after class? We need to make this potion.

Harry wrote.

Draco nodded and returned the parchment. Then in whispers because everyone was still listening to them they finished their potion. When the class was almost over Slughorn stood. He circled the room, staring into cauldrons as he went. He nodded to Harry and Draco.

"Please bottle some of your potion and label it with both partners names. Return it to me before you leave." Slughorn said.

A large shuffle ensued as everyone cleaned and bottled. Harry sat down after he turned in the potion. Draco sat down too.

The bell rang and everyone left until it was only Harry, Draco, and Professor Slughorn.

"Better hurry boys…" Slughorn said.

"Can we borrow the classroom for a minute?" Draco asked. Slughorn looked apprehensive.

"We need to talk and everyone's always staring at us." Harry said.

"Okay, but I will be giving you both detention if I find out anything other than talking happened in this room. No wands boys!" Slughorn said. With a small smile he left the room.

Harry sighed again. "I thought we were toast."

"Nah, he's alright." Draco said. "But I don't think you want to talk about Slughorn."

"Actually…" Harry said. "I don't. I still think I need a better explanation. Why me? Why not some other bloke?"

Draco laughed, really laughed, a sweet sound that filled the whole room. "I told you I like you. I have been watching you. You're nice to everyone. Plus you have a great ass."

Now Harry laughed. "I guess that's ok." He lowered his eyes and stared at the floor under the table.

Suddenly there was a hand on his thigh. Draco's hand to be exact and it was stroking, moving up and down his thigh. Harry closed his eyes and shuddered. Not because it was freaking him out, but because he liked it. He really liked it. Draco, using the other hand, placed a finger under Harry's chin and turned him. Now he could see Harry's eyes. He dropped his hand and waited. They sat staring at one another. Harry couldn't believe it. Draco didn't move anything but his hand up and down Harry's thigh. He refused to make the move. This time he wanted it to be Harry's choice to come to him. Scared he wouldn't be able to stand it much longer Harry decided to take action. He stood letting Draco's hand fall off his leg. Then he grabbed that same hand pulling Draco up with him. The staring continued as they held hands. Harry touched Draco's cheek with the other hand ever so slightly.

"Aww, bloody hell!" Harry exclaimed in a whisper. Then he lowered his mouth to those soft lips. Harry kissed Draco. Their eyes closed into the kiss. Harry could feel Draco let go of the hand they had been holding. Harry was enveloped in Draco's arms. Draco's hands were all over him. Touching Harry's face, arms, legs and mostly his ass in smooth methodic circles. Draco had so much power over Harry and he wanted it back. Harry broke the kiss and pushed Draco into the table with his lower body. Draco gasped in surprise. Then Harry kissed Draco lightly on his lips trailing the kisses to his ear. He nibbled and continued to Draco's neck. It was crazy hot and Draco liked it. The feel of Harry's lips on his ear and neck was driving him mad. Draco used all his self-control not to strip them both. Harry had to do this all in his own time. Draco let the feel take him over. Harry kissed his neck right by his ear and Draco moaned.

"Do you like that?" Harry whispered.

"Yes." Draco answered.

"Again?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Draco answered again, other words not coming to him.

"Beg." Harry ordered. Draco could feel Harry smile into his neck.

"Please…" Draco said. Harry didn't move. "Please… I want you… touching me… and kissing me… all over."

Harry laughed. "Not really begging, but it'll work."

And with that Harry kissed the same spot again, and again, and again. Draco letting huge moans escape him every time. Draco was in heaven and he was so hard he couldn't stand it. Knowing Harry wasn't ready for that yet, he had to end this, but each time Harry's lips met his neck he couldn't bear to let him go. He wrapped his arms tighter around Harry. That exact moment Harry chose to bite. Draco almost yelled, but didn't. Then Harry sucked as hard as he could to showcase his talents. Draco knew he would have a huge mark, but he didn't care. The feel of that mouth on him was pure ecstasy and Draco couldn't think. Harry stopped sucking and licked the spot, his tongue circling over and over. Draco was out of breath and he hadn't moved in minutes. He kissed Harry with that same knee-dropping kiss. Letting their tongues dance. Then he pulled away.

"Did you have a class?" He asked Harry.

"No, break. You?" Harry asked watching Draco's lips move.

"Yeah, but I'm so late and I can't walk in like this. I'll tell Johnston I got sick." Draco said.

Harry looked sad. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept going."

Draco smiled. "I'm not complaining."

Draco planted a small kiss on Harry and then said. "Next time, it's my turn to make you squirm."

"There's a next time?" Harry asked looking hopeful. Draco nodded grabbing his bag and starting for the door.

Harry suddenly felt alone. "Hey!" he called. Draco stopped and turned. "Did I really make you squirm?" Harry asked.

"No." Draco said. "I moan for my health." He added sarcastically. Then with that signature smirk he left.