AN: I own nothing except for the mistakes! Sorry it's a short chapter and it took a while to update! Warnings: Harry/Ron, Graphic sexual content. Don't like it; don't read it, otherwise please R&R!

The Beginning

Chapter 4

"Right, so if you want to know how well of a kisser, Harry is, then why don't you find out for your self!" Ron suggested evilly.

"RON!" Harry shouted. "What makes you think?"

"Harry, please don't even say what I think you are about to say, because you really are a horrible liar!"

"Are you serious, Weasley? You want me to kiss, Potter?" Malfoy smirked, glancing back and forth between the two boys.

"Yes." He replied.

"But Ron…" Harry objected.

"Just give it a rest, it's not like you don't want to kiss, Malfoy." Ron said exasperatedly.

"RON! SHUT UP!" Harry yelled, staring nervously at Malfoy.

Catching Harry completely off guard, Malfoy pressed his soft lips on to Harry's. Harry was frozen in excitement; he couldn't even process a complete thought as he realized that Draco bloody Malfoy was actually kissing, something he's fantasized about since his fifth year at Hogwarts. Malfoy's lips were different than he had imagined; they felt like silk against his. Harry slowly parted Malfoy's lips with his tongue, exploring his new delicious territory that had been the object of many fantasies. To his surprise Malfoy began rubbing his tongue against Harry's. Together their tongues danced to a melody of hungry passion.

Ron just stood there watching Harry and Malfoy snog, part of him wanting to turn away and go into another room while the other part wanted to continue to watch the two. He could tell by the way Malfoy was kissing Harry, that he too harbored some kind of attraction for his best mate.

Taking control of the situation, Harry slowly pushed Malfoy down so that he was on top of him. Harry's hands were pressed down on to the arm of the couch as his tongue fought with Malfoy's heatedly. A moan escaped Harry's lips, vibrating against Malfoy's as his hips jutted forward, rubbing against him. Malfoy sat up, glaring confusedly at Harry.

"What", mumbled Harry

"I…I…shouldn't do this. It's wrong", Malfoy stuttered.

"Malfoy…wait", Harry called.

"I got a fiancée, whom I love. I can't Potter. This was a mistake." Malfoy hissed as he disappeared in the fire place.

"Well", said Ron puzzled.

"Shit", Harry groaned licking his lips; he could still taste Malfoy's flavor.

"We got to be at work early, so I'm heading to bed." Ron commented.

"Night mate", Harry said. "Oh yeah…thanks"

"Welcome, had to mate." He laughed.

"I'll be up to bed in a bit. I just need to take care of something." Harry mumbled, rubbing his crotch.

Damn you, Draco Malfoy. I finally get what I want, and then you fucking leave! I can't believe you left me so hard, but then again when it comes to you, I am constantly hard. You do this to me Draco Malfoy, and I know you'll be back. You can't deny your true desires for to long or else they'll take over your mind and body eating at you until you finally satisfy yourself. Yes, you will be back before long! You will be mine!!!

"Do you need any help?" Ron suggested shyly, walking over to Harry.

"You don't have to Ron." He stammered.

"But I want to." The red-head breathed, crawling on to the couch, running his hands up and down Harry's thighs.

"Please Ron do something, anything", hissed Harry, rolling his hips towards Ron's hands.

Grabbing Harry's face, Ron pulled him in for a violent kiss, slamming his tongue into his mouth. Harry kissed back fervently, crashing his tongue against his. The kiss was nothing like Malfoy's, so Harry just imagined that he was kissing Malfoy. Ron's kisses were soft and unpracticed while Malfoy's were vicious and held so much intense emotion, which had seemed to build up over time. Harry had a feeling Malfoy left because he got scared by the fact that he was actually enjoying him self snogging him. Tangling his hands in Ron's red-hair, Harry ground himself against Ron, picturing Malfoy beneath him.

"Ron, please…do something. I don't care…I just need t cm", Harry pleaded.

The moans Harry elicited made Ron's cock grow harder with excitement. He clumsily fumbled with the button's t Harry's trousers. Sliding the pants down to his ankles, Ron's hand slipped inside of Harry's cotton boxers. Feeling the heat from Harry's aching erection, Ron moaned as he grasped it firmly; Harry whimpered. Ron pushed Harry down, initiating another forceful kiss, as he slowly stroked Harry's cock. Reaching his hand out, Harry carefully undid Ron's trousers ad grabbed his on throbbing cock, stroking it at steady pace. Their tongues were intertwined in a heated passionate kiss as they thrust their hips into the other's hands. Images of Malfoy flooded Harry's mind and he began to lose him self in the pleasure, Ron's fist beating his slick erection with wild abandonment. Tossing his head back, Harry ground his cock into Ron's hands as he continued to stroke Ron into oblivion.

"Ron…Malfoy…" Harry moaned loudly. "FUCK!"

"Merlin, Harry", Ron breathed; his hands moving up and don Harry's shaft rapidly.

Harry slammed his lips against Ron's panting heavily as their tongues darted back and forth in a heated duel.

"Ron…I'm going to cum…" Harry hissed, jutting his hips forward.

"Do it. Cum for me and for Malfoy", Ron breathed into Harry's ear.

Crying out, Harry's fingers dug into Ron's shoulders as thick ropes of sticky cum exploded from Harry's slit, covering Ron's hands. Ron continued to stroke Harry until ever last drop of cum had left his body. A few seconds later, Ron came too; his seed spilling onto Harry's hands.

"Fuck Ron that felt good", Harry breathed as he fell back on to the couch.

"Too right you are. I'm knackered." He replied, giving Harry a small kiss as he headed upstairs. Harry soon followed Ron to the bedroom where they passed out together.

Morning came too soon for either Harry or Ron. Neither of them wanted to get out of bed and go to work. That's when Harry realized that he needed to talk to Shacklebolt about sentencing Pansy Parkinson for the murder of Colin Creevey and the coming Saturday was Malfoy's engagement party. Sighing deeply, Harry climbed out of bed and into the shower, where his mind wandered back t the kiss he shared with Malfoy just the previous night. The kiss was hesitant at first, but Harry took control and surprisingly Malfoy kissed back. His lips were smooth and delicate, containing their own unique flavor of Malfoy, which became Harry's latest addiction. He knew there was something between him and his blonde rival; he felt it shoot trough his veins like raw electricity, the moment that their lips had first made contact. Now all Harry had to do was to make Malfoy realize the chemistry they shared and the passion that had built up in their bodies all these years.

At work, Harry immediately went to Kingsley Shacklebolt's office, explaining everything that Pansy Parkinson had confessed to him. Well aware of her engagement party to Malfoy, Shackelbolt wanted her in Ministry's custody as soon as possible. Shackelbolt ordered Harry to find Parkinson and bring her to the Ministry. After leaving Shackelbolt's office, Harry strolled past Malfoy's desk. He stopped dead in his tracks as he watched the blonde closely. His hands were buried into his black trousers with his head tossed back. Moans of pleasure left his lips. It didn't take anything to note that Malfoy was indeed wanking, but what was his object of pleasure? Harry's own cock twitched at the thought that Malfoy could be thinking about him. Harry stood there watching Malfoy stroke him self passionately. To him the blonde had never looked more beautiful than he did now.

"I…fucking…hate…you…Potter", Malfoy hissed, continuing to stroke him self.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as he heard the words escape Malfoy's lips. He found it very difficult to move or produce a complete thought at the moment. His own cock was bulging in his trousers, begging for some kind of release from the sexual tension which was building up quite rapidly as he continued to watch the blonde, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. The thought alone that Malfoy was getting off thinking about Harry was enough to make him cum in his pants.

I got to get the hell out of here, but I can't quit watching Draco. I wish I could go in there and wrap my lips around his cock, sucking him dry, until he explodes all in my mouth. Merlin, he is just so fucking gorgeous like this. I got to get the fuck out of here before I either start wanking my own self or I go in there and completely ravish him!

Harry quickly ran back to his own desk and just stared blankly at Ron.

"What's going on, mate?" Ron asked, looking quizzically at Harry.

Draco's back at his own desk wanking off to the very thought of me, and I'm doing all I can to restrain myself from going back there and shagging him.

"Nothing…just thinking. Kingsley wants me to bring Parkinson in this evening." Harry replied distractedly. "Have you heard from Hermione?"

"No, I think I'm going to owl her", Ron answered. "I love her, I really do, but I'm just not ready for marriage. She's the only person I ever truly loved."

"Right", Harry said lazily.

"So does Malfoy know that Parkinson is going to Azkaban?"

"No, I don't think so. I'm going to apparate there, to the Malfoy Manor and explain everything", Harry responded nonchalantly.

"How do you think Malfoy will react to this?" Ron questioned.

"Not pleased. He'll definitely hate me after this, I'm sure."

Harry had left the Ministry early so he could go and apprehend Parkinson. He paced distractedly along his flat, contemplating on how to go about this. It definitely wasn't easy and for some reason part of him didn't want to do it, but it was his job. Taking a deep breath, Harry stepped into his fireplace and disappeared into the flames, until he landed just outside of Malfoy Manor. A house-elf was standing outside the gates, watching Harry closely.

"Is Mister Malfoy here?" Harry said quietly.

"No, but Mistress Parkinson is", the elf-replied.

"Would you please tell her that Harry Potter is here to see her?"

"Yes", the elf disappeared with a loud crack.

"Potter, what are you doing here?" Pansy squeaked.

"Where's Malfoy?"

"He's out. I don't know where. He doesn't tell me these sorts of things. Now why are you here?" She said bitterly.

"Everything you told me at the Leaky Cauldron was it true?" He questioned.

"Yes, Creevey had been following Draco for quite some time. I didn't mean to do it." She replied.

"But the fact is that you did kill him, and now I'm here on official business. I must hand you into the Ministry of Magic, so Shackelbolt can decide what to do with you", Harry explained in a bored tone.

"No, I have my engagement party, Saturday and Draco will be worried. He doesn't know. I'm getting married; I can't go to Azkaban!" Pansy exclaimed.

"I'll tell Malfoy. Just come along with me", insisted Harry.

"No, I am not going!"

"Parkinson, please cooperate with me or I will be forced to stupefy you, and I really don't want to do that." Harry said.

He soon apparated him self and Parkinson back to the Ministry, where Kingsley said he would handle everything and dismissed Harry.

When he got home, Harry wrote a letter to Malfoy, not really sure as to what to say.

Malfoy,

There are some things I wish to discuss with you. They are of very important matter. Please come and see me at my flat as soon as you can.

Thanks

Harry J. Potter.

P.S.

I will have some Firewhiskey available for us.

Harry relaxed on the couch, thinking about everything tat had just happened. He knew Malfoy wouldn't be too thrilled at him for putting Pansy in Azkaban and ruining his wedding, but just maybe Malfoy would realize how much Harry actually cares for him. He knew it was a bit selfish, but Harry had spent seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry putting every one else's needs before his own. It was time he did something to make his on self happy, and the only thing that would truly make him happy was being with Draco Malfoy.

Harry decided that h would shower before Malfoy arrived. The steamy hot water pounded on to his body as he lathered up is cinnamon spiced body wash. He thought about relieving some extra tension, but he didn't want t appear exhausted for when Malfoy showed up. Harry wrapped a white towel around his waist and wandered into his bedroom. Bt before h cold get dressed; Harry heard his fireplace crackling and hurried into the living room expecting Ron, because he thought that it was too early for Malfoy. He was wrong! Malfoy was standing in his fireplace. Harry gulped nervously.

Malfoy stared at Harry, who was wearing just an ordinary white towel. If it hung any lower around his waist, Malfoy would probably have seen Harry's bits. Not that he wanted to. No he definitely did not want to see Harry's bits. He just had to keep reminding him self of that. Harry's tan body was covered in water droplets as his black shaggy hair fell in front of his emerald eyes. Malfoy felt his cock harden as his eyes traveled down Harry's body, staring at his rock hard abdomen. For a brief second Malfoy had wondered what exactly that towel was hiding, but he quickly shook that thought from his mind.

"Potter, you call me here and you are half-naked. What is the meaning of this?" Malfoy snarled, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

"I wasn't expecting you so soon, so I decided to take a shower." Harry answered.

Damn, he looks so delicious. It makes me want to lick every last droplet of water from his body…especially his…STOP it Malfoy! You're not gay! But you kissed Harry…er…Potter! And you actually enjoyed it. That's why you ran! You can't lie he is a bit handsome…hell he's fucking gorgeous. NO! He's an ugly git! Quit lying to yourself; you know you find Har….Potter attractive.

"Potter, please but some clothes on; you're distracting me!" He hissed, letting the last part slip by mistake.

With a devious smirk, Harry hooked his fingers under the white cotton fabric, pushing it a bit lower. Malfoy suddenly found it difficult to breathe; all he could do was stare at the small black patch of hair that peeked out from the towel. He could feel his pants tighten around his hardening cock.

Fuck, I just want to yank that towel from his body, just to see what all Potter is hiding! NO! I don't want to see his cock, which is probably wet and hard…Merlin! No! No! No!

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Malfoy just glared at Potter.

"Please put some clothes on, Potter and tell me why I am re." He ordered.

"Why? Is this bothering you?" Harry hissed, rolling his tongue around his lips as he pushed the towel down just a bit further.

This time Malfoy could see the tip of Harry's erection, glistening with pre-cum. He had a sudden urge to drop to his knees and lick it off. He closed his eyes; imagining how Harry would taste, but quickly shook the images from his mind.

"Potter…please…" He begged, not really sure for what though.

"Fine, Malfoy, I'll go get dressed", sighed Harry, as he turned around, walking back to his bedroom.

Malfoy wasn't sure if he was disappointed that Harry went to get dressed or relieved that he wouldn't have to watch him flaunt him self any longer. He watched Harry leave the front room and make his way to the back; he stood there gawking as Harry flung his towel off his waist and into the floor. He had a perfectly clear view of Harry's bare arse.

Fuck! I ….NO! I am not admiring Harry's naked arse! Even though it looks quite firm and tight, tight enough to slam…FUCK Draco! I am not gay! I do not want to fuck Harry! I do not! I want to fuck my fiancée, Pansy. That's even worse! I do not want to fuck Potter!

The more Malfoy stared at Harry's arse; he found himself wanting to do things he once considered disgusting and gross. Harry made them seem so erotic and pleasurable; it made Malfoy's cock throb painfully against his tight trousers, thinking of doing such things to Harry. Without realizing it Malfoy's hand slipped inside his pants, rubbing his erection.

Fuck Potter! I hate you for doing this to me, making me want you like I do…like I have.