A/N:

Woooweee. Has it been a long time. I'm sorry that I'm the worst updater ever. This is a bit short, I think, but I wanted to do something :) Also, please note that I raised the rating from T to Mature. This one has some adult language, and I think the rest are going to be much much dirtier than I'd originally planned, I'm sure, to your great joy ;) At any rate, this is for Belldandy, because if she hadn't sent me a message asking that I update with just SOMETHING, this chapter wouldn't be up at all for a long time. I hope you like it!

RECAP!

Draco leaned back against the couch's arm and stared hard at Harry. Who said that it was much different kissing another man, anyway? Why not? Wait- what? He cleared his throat loudly and looked into the fire instead. Harry stretched his legs awkwardly, wondering whether or not he should just go. He was about to stand when Draco asked him another question.

"How did you know it wasn't just- curiosity? Haven't you ever wondered something so much that it just nagged at you until you had to try it?"

Harry considered this. "I guess I know what you mean. I don't know. I think I just knew deep down. And besides, after having Blaise's tongue in my mouth for the first time, I was pretty sure about what my body was doing."

"So, you're saying that you just have to find out, then?"

"Well, not really," Harry said, his brow furrowed. He turned to face Draco. "I meant more that-"

Was it just him, or was Draco's face getting closer to his? His heart began to pound a little quicker.

"What are you d-"

"Finding out."

Chapter Nine: Orientation

Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except the weight against his chest, the hands grabbing his shoulders and the mouth crushed against his own. Harry felt as if he were lost and found all at once. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he was on a couch in the Slytherin common room, pushed up against the arm rest and nearly straddled by one Draco Malfoy. If he'd had a moment to think, he would have thought it a very odd and unlikely situation. But he didn't have a moment to think at all.

Draco, on the other hand, was thinking a million thoughts at once. Most of them were centered on how amazing and scandalous it was to be kissing Harry Potter, let alone another man, in a room where anyone could walk in. The rest of the thoughts were variations on, 'What the hell am I thinking?' Despite this, he didn't object when Harry pulled him closer until Draco was straddling his lap. He almost did object, though, as the other drew his mouth away, but his protest soon died when the mouth was relocated to the spot between his ear and his collarbone. As Harry expertly nibbled and licked at the tender spot, Draco ran his hands up the front of Harry's shirt. The feel of skin made him shudder with excitement.

"Harry," he said softly, breathy. "Harry, I think I'm going insane."

Harry trailed up to Draco's earlobe and lightly slid his tongue along the edge. "How so," he breathed into the other's ear.

"I'm not- I don't know what to think."

Pressing his lips on Draco's jaw, Harry suddenly gripped the other's hips and drew their groins together. He knew he was rushing it, but he couldn't help himself, and Draco didn't push away. "Don't think."

Draco arched back at the sensation. He was trying to speak, but nothing intelligible was voiced.

"Just feel," said Harry, slowly moving against him. His gaze drew Draco in for another kiss. He felt intoxicated by their actions, or maybe it was the residual buzz from the firewhiskey. The firewhiskey...

Harry pushed Draco off of him and stood up. His head rushed with the sudden movement. Draco was panting and red faced.

"What's wrong? What'd I do?"

Harry shook his head. "I shouldn't have let you."

"Why the bloody hell not?"

"Because you've been drinking," Harry hissed. "You weren't thinking."

"Bullocks," Draco said as he stood up. "I've been thinking plenty. I've been wondering what it would be like-"

"Wondering about it and doing it aren't even on the same page, Draco. No! They're not even in the same bloody book." Harry turned and faced the fire. Draco looked crossly at Harry's back.

"Look," he started. "I might be slightly buzzed still, but I knew what I was doing when I kissed you."

"Did you," muttered Harry.

"Yes I did. I wanted to. I don't know how long I've wanted to. Maybe deep down I always did."

Harry snorted, but Draco moved up behind him and tentatively put a hand on Harry's shoulder, causing the other to sigh.

"I don't think you know what you want," Harry said. "I don't think you've thought about where this goes."

He turned around grimly. Draco looked confused.

"About where what goes?"

Harry shook his head. "Alright. Fact number one, I'm gay. Fact number two, assuming that you aren't a fathead liar, you like fucking girls, which makes you, more or less, a straight guy that somehow got a little bicurious."

Draco frowned. "You think this is bicuriousity?"

Harry laughed bitterly. "Okay Draco... let's talk about what comes after this. You want to fuck me? Or maybe you want me to fuck you?" He grabbed Draco's wrist and steered him around until he was against the wall and pressed his semi-hard bulge against Draco's ass. "I could shove my hard penis into your tight, little ass, if you want. Does that make you hot, or is the panic beginning to kick in?" Draco didn't say anything. The room was filled with their heated breathing. "Or maybe," Harry continued, turning Draco around and then dropping to his knees, "Maybe, you want my mouth around your cock. Would you let me suck you off and then return the favour? Would you get on your knees for me, or does the thought make your stomach turn?"

Draco's face burned redder as he gazed down upon Harry's angry face.

"I-"

"You what?"

"I don't know." It almost sounded like Draco was choking back a sob. Harry let go of the other's wrist and stood.

"That's what I thought. Go to bed, Draco. Forget it happened. It shouldn't have happened. I suppose you'll hate me in the morning."

Before Draco could muster up a reply, Harry was gone.