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"That damn bastard!" Draco muttered furiously as he walked through corridor after corridor.

After many contradicting thoughts, arguments that came full circle, and a lot of justification, Draco decided that the clear choice was to seek out Potter himself. Not for any personal reasons of course, but merely to let him know that Draco was not one to be pushed around.

"Just who does he think he is anyway?" Draco spat to no one, "Stupid scar head. No one messes around with a Malfoy, especially not a half breed like him!" Draco chuckled darkly, causing several students to turn their heads and stare in bewilderment.

Draco took another turn and saw the devil himself exiting the library. Draco slowed immediately and slipped behind a statue. He watched in hiding as Potter glanced at his wristwatch and smiled evilly, continuing down a hall that was in the opposite direction of the dungeons. Draco felt his insides boil with anger and embarrassment.

Draco decided then to tail Potter and wait until they were in a secluded area before making his move.

Hallway after hallway passed by and still, Potter hadn't stopped. Draco was starting to get fed up. The longer he followed, the more chance there was that he would get caught, whether it was by Potter himself or another student who noticed Draco glaring venomously at Harry's unguarded back.

Yet the two continued on their trek undisturbed. Thousands of cobblestones passed under their feet and several staircases spiraled upward until Draco realized that Potter had led him to the Astronomy Tower.

Draco crouched behind a suit of armor and waited while he watched Harry open a door to the roof and disappear through it. Draco took this opportunity and snuck up to the door. Draco shielded his eyes from the afternoon sun and squinted through the small sliver of space.

Draco watched as Potter walked over to a long chest hidden in the shadows under a windowsill. Curious, Draco crept through the open door, wondering what it was that Harry had hidden on the roof.

"SQUACK!"

Draco jumped, his back hitting the wooden door, slamming it shut. He looked down angrily and saw that he had stepped on a scraggly brown owl that was now waddling away.

"Levicorpus!"

Draco felt his feet get swept out from under him. Everything turned upside down and his stomach pitched nauseously. His brain reeled as his inner ears registered the shift in gravity. Draco looked below him and saw that his wand had fallen out of his pocket, something that didn't go unnoticed by Potter.

"Well, well, well," Harry said as he sauntered towards Draco, picking up the fallen wand and feeling the smooth wood between his fingertips, "I had a feeling that someone was following me, but I never suspected it to be you."

Potter stopped about a foot away from Draco whose face was privileged enough to be right about crotch level with the Boy Who Lived. Harry reached out his hand and pushed lightly against Draco's arm, causing him to spin.

"What am I saying," Potter said with a laugh, giving Draco another push, "of course I knew it was you. I've been planning this since morning." As Harry ranted, he pushed Draco harder and harder, making him twirl.

"P-Potter! Stop, blegh!" Draco tried to say without throwing up.

"Why should I stop?" Harry said with an evil chuckle as Draco became nothing but a blur of colors. "Why should I listen to a thing you say? You don't listen to me! What good is a slave that doesn't follow orders?"

"STOP!" Draco cried. He reached blindly forward and clutched at the first thing his fingertips brushed against. He pulled himself forward and anchored himself in place by wrapping his arms around what he realized to be Potter's stomach.

"Well, if you're trying to apologize then you're on the right track," Potter said, his words rumbling against Draco's ears, "but I won't be that easily won over."

Draco held Potter away at arm's length, having realized what his face had been pressed against.

"Don't act so smug, Potter," Draco spat looking up furiously, "The only reason I'm here in the first place is to make you pay."

"Make me pay?" Harry asked with a smile, "What for? Are you going to make me pay for getting you all hot and bothered or for making a fool out of you?"

Draco blushed and tried to push Harry, but that only caused him to swing in midair, adding to his embarrassment.

"If anyone here deserves a little vengeance, I'd say it was me." Potter said before turning away, holding out his wand and guiding Draco after him as if on an invisible leash.

"What are you doing Potter?" Draco asked, licking his dry lips.

"Lovely weather today, isn't it, Malfoy?" Harry asked as he walked closed to the edge of the balcony. "The breeze is blowing just right."

"Put me down, Potter!" Malfoy shouted, struggling in mid air.

"Oh, I'll put you down, Malfoy. Have patience," Harry said, continuing his slow advance to the stone railing. Draco swallowed nervously and began to flail even more.

"Potter this isn't funny!" Draco snapped trying desperately to reach out and snatch Harry's wand away.

"Ah ah ah, Draco," Harry said, holding the wand just out of reach, "Don't interfere when adults are busy. Save your misbehaving for later… if there is a later."

Draco felt his entire body temperature drop. He swallowed thickly and could feel cold sweat gathering on his palms.

"Potter, just put me down," Draco all but whispered.

Harry glanced slowly over his shoulder and smiled sweetly.

It made Draco shiver.

All at once Harry moved his wand arm in a graceful arc. Draco followed suit until the stone roof below him became hundreds of feet of empty air. Draco felt his stomach turn as he saw the Black Lake sit so far below him. Draco became paralyzed with vertigo as he voiced what he had been trying not to think about.

"Are you… are you really going to drop-," Draco tried to say, but his throat had dried up with fear.

"Oh, Draco," Harry said, that sincere smile still on his face, "You wanted to be put down, didn't you?"

With that, Harry swiftly flicked his wand, and gravity once again returned to Draco.

His stomach slammed into his throat while he watched Harry become smaller and smaller as he plummeting through the air. His eyes stung and his hands began to shake. Draco closed his eyes and wished he could stop, but he felt himself gaining speed, dropping like a rock. While he whirled through empty space the only thing he could picture was Harry, with that fake, sugary grin; the one that he had seen only moments ago.

Would that really be the last thing he saw before he died?

Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of him by a blow to his chest. Draco gasped and coughed, trying to figure out what was going on. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see the ground heading away from him. It was then that he felt something warm circling his waist.

"Damn you're heavy, Draco," Harry grunted as he pulled the shocked blond boy onto his Firebolt. His broom stick struggled with the weight of two riders. It shuttered as Harry forced it to slowly soar upward. All that Draco could do was cling to Potter's back while he shook. They bobbed through the air until Harry reached a small arch way in one of the stone bridges.

As soon as they landed Draco stepped off the broom, retreating to the far wall, having nowhere to run. He looked away and hoped that his stomach would find its way out of his throat.

The silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever. Harry merely stared at Draco while Draco tried to stare at anything else. The wind whipped by them and owls hooted overhead, only making the quiet more noticeable.

"So…," Harry said, breaking the silence and setting his broom down, "are you horny yet?"

Draco looked up at Potter with a mix of shock and confusion.

"What?" Draco shouted in disbelief. He felt rage consume him like never before, "What the hell are you talking about! Are you telling me that you led me up to the roof, threw me off of it, and saved me for the sole purpose of making me randy!" Draco stood with his shoulders rigid, his breathing becoming rushed as he watched Harry stare at him, somewhat surprised. After a pause he spoke.

"I thought it would work," Harry said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"ARE YOU INSANE?" Draco shouted, grabbing Harry's collar and pushing him into the wall. "What possibly made you think that would work!"

"The adrenalin rush," Harry said matter-of-factly. "I've been doing a fair amount of research and-"

"Research!" Draco cried, pushing his fists into Harry's chest, "Is that all I am? Some project of yours?"

"Oh come on, Draco. It's not like I let you die. And besides you can't tell me that you're not the least bit excited right now," Harry retorted, looking straight into Draco's gray eyes. "Your heart is racing… your pulse throbbing… every nerve ending screaming with sensitivity."

Draco felt Harry slip his hands over his hips, and saw his gaze darken. Draco's whole body shivered.

He realized that Potter was right and he backed away. His body was tingling. Draco returned to the far wall and crossed his arms, as he looked away and scowled.

"Of course all of that would be true after a near death experience," he mumbled, trying to stay calm.

But he should have known Potter wouldn't let that happen.

"So it's true then?" Potter said with a smirk. With that he closed the gap between them with several smooth steps. Harry pressed his hips against Draco's who gasped when he felt how hard Potter was. "Well, I'm not sure if you're really horny yet, but I have a feeling you will be."

As he said this Harry pressed Draco into the wall, his fingers sliding up Draco's neck to twist in his hair. Harry tilted the blonde's head to the side and bit lightly at his throat. Draco made an embarrassing gasp and clamped his bottom lip in his teeth to keep himself quiet.

Harry worked his way up to Draco's jaw, tracing his thumbs back and forth from chin to ear. He gently pressed his lips against Draco's, causing him to release them from his teeth. As Harry deepened the kiss, Draco found his hands running over Harry's chest and sides and back.

Harry swirled his tongue across Draco's lips and ground his hips harder into Draco's. Draco felt his jaw go slack as he gripped Harry's hips and pulled him closer. He moaned into the kiss before breaking away.

"Why me?" Draco asked through his panting, "why me?"

Harry looked into his heavily lidded eyes, a smile twisting at his lips.

"Why you, indeed," Harry replied in a husky voice, "I don't know if I can answer that," Harry paused, detaching one of Draco's hands and placing it on the raised fabric of his black slacks, "all I know is that I want you. And nothing keeps me from what I want."

Draco groaned and tightened his fingers around Harry, his own member throbbing. Harry's breathe shuddered and his head tipped back as he leaned into Draco's touch. Draco felt Harry tremble as he increased pressure with one hand and moved his other to Harry's zipper.

"N-no, no," Harry said, holding Draco at arms length, "not just yet. First I need my revenge." Draco looked questioningly at Harry but before he could ask what he meant, Harry dropped to his knees. "This is what you get for leaving before I could make you come."

Draco felt his cock twitch as he anticipated what Potter was about to do. The raven-haired boy pulled off his glasses and slid them into his back pocket. Then he hiked up Draco's shirt and began to kiss his hips. Draco whimpered and Harry unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.

Without any hesitation Harry pulled Draco's boxers down and slid his mouth around Draco like a sheath on a sword.

Draco felt as though his entire body would melt as Harry slid his wet tongue up and down. Draco put his hands in Potter's black hair and pulled his head closer, feeling the tip of himself rub against the roof of Harry's mouth.

Draco's eyes rolled back in his head as he thrust forward, feeling weak in the knees as he came closer to climax. He groaned as Harry bobbed his head faster, humming as he took Draco in deeper. Harry gripped Draco's thighs and pulled him closer, running his tongue along the underside of Draco's member.

Draco ran his fingers through Potter's hair again and again, thrusting into his mouth. And Potter took him willing, surrounding every inch of his member with wet, velvet walls.

Then finally, Draco came, a weak cry escaping his lips, his knees giving out. He slid to the ground, slipping out of Harry's mouth. With half closed eyes he watched as Potter licked his lips and wipe his mouth, a crooked grin on his face.

Draco opened his mouth to say something… anything… but what could one possibly say in this situation anyway?

Then all of a sudden, Potter leaned down and slid his mouth around Draco again, slurping up what was left before he helped Draco pull up his trousers. Draco shivered, still very sensitive.

"Wouldn't want to make a mess," Potter said in a thick, husky voice. He then placed his hands on the wall Draco rested against, leaned in, and kissed Draco gently on the forehead. Draco looked up into Harry's kind, green eyes and felt his heart throb.

'Too late…' Draco thought, 'This already is a mess.'

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A mess indeed, Draco.

Will Harry be repaid for his efforts? Or will Draco lose his poor little mind?

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