"You're bottoming."

"No, you're bottoming."

"No, you are because I'm taller."

"You are because my dick is bigger."

"How would you know that? You've never seen me!"

"Yes, I did! At Quidditch once, before we were dating!"

"Whatever, it doesn't matter, you're bottoming!"

"AS IF!"

"I am not going to be butt screwed, so you will have to bottom."

"Draco, I'm a Gryffindor, which practically spells out that I have to top!"

"NO, it means your'e brave enough to take it up the ass!"

"Draco Malfoy, I am so turned on by this. You are bottoming, so shut up before I bend you over now."

"Love you, Harry."

"Love you, too."

…..

"Draco, why won't you go with me? I promise it won't be boring."

"Pansy, I know it will be boring. I've been dragged to these things my whole life, and they are terrible."

The girl pouted, turning to Blaise, who looked very dapper and had a slight smile on his face.

"But Draco, I hear this ballet is awfully exciting." His tone was almost monotone except for a few traces of sarcasm, and they both rolled their eyes. Pansy turned to Draco and gave him a stern look. You'll be going whether you like it or not." And Draco could not argue with that, and so he was being choked with a tie and strapped to a car seat before he could make another sharp comment.

Draco had to admit, the theater was extremely nice. It had high arches for the ceiling and a warmly lit stage, and fancy squishy chairs filling most of the floor area. Pansy had reserved their seats almost directly in the middle of the theater, so Draco could see all of the occupants of the hall from his seat. And wow, was he surprised at the familiar face he saw. None other than Harry Potter and Hermione Granger sat about two rows in front of him to his right. Harry looked about as bored as Draco was, and that really didn't surprise him. So Draco's new form of entertainment would be to get Harry's undivided attention.

He tried at first to whisper yelled, but that did nothing. He almost cast a Patronus, but it would be a little obvious if he just pulled out his wand and a silver ferret burst from the tip of it. Draco glared at the back of Harry's head, and by some stroke of good luck, the dark head turned towards him and they locked eyes. The glare seemed to last forever, and an odd sensation rushed through Draco. Was this sexual frustration? It couldn't be. But it must be, because Harry had just stood up and started walking towards the loo, and the hand held behind his back made a fingering motion for Draco to follow. And follow he did.

When Draco entered the bright restroom, Harry was leaning over the sink, gazing at his reflection in the mirror. Draco walked over, standing behind him and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. The shorter boy flinched, but Harry's ass was pressed against Draco's hardening cock now.

"Long time, no see, Malfoy."

…..

Everything hurt. Why was the Gryffindor common room so far away? Draco moaned in pain, stumbling into the cold stone wall beside him. The Fat Lady was so close Draco could here her obnoxious singing, and he collapsed in front of her. She looked down, disgruntled, and shrieked, swinging open and revealing the red and gold common room. A few students looked at the open passageway with curious expressions on their faces, but didn't move, not seeing Draco on the ground. But Hermione, Merlin bless her, stood up and moved slowly to the entrance way. Her jaw fell open at the sight of Draco with matted and sweaty hair and purple bruises climbing up his bare torso and arms. Hermione called out for Harry and Ron must have been coming down the stairs or something, because Draco heard a faint voice echoing the call.

Harry came rushing down the stairs with a large smile on his face, Draco's Slytherin tie on his neck, and oh yes, that was the one piece of clothing that the blonde didn't have torn off his body. Hermione looked frantic, and Harry's smile fell off his features and he rushed over, stopping for a second at the sight of Draco, before leaping through the portrait hole and crouching down next to his boyfriend. Draco was gathered into his arms, and a face pressed against the top of his hair and both of them were shaking. The Slytherin was wincing at the pain in his arse from Harry pulling him onto his lap, but that didn't matter; he had finally gotten to him.

Harry was placing kisses across Draco's face and their wet faces pressed together, and Draco almost winced, though Harry's gentle touch was nothing compared to the roughness of the attacker from before. And the dark haired man was whispering questions, like 'Who? When?' and reassurances like 'It's ok, I've got you.' All Draco did was nod and sob a little harder, body contracting painfully on it's self and against Harry.

"It's ok, I love you."