A/N: Now, people did ask for some more chapters? Well, here it goes! I'd like do dedicate this chapter to for giving me really good ideas! And thanks to all of those who reviewed, and to all of those who gave me ideas! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have written more chapters. So, enjoy!
Disclaimers: Of course I own Harry Potter! I have all the books, both in Norwegian and in English, I own posters and keychains, and a lot of pictures! Wait, doesn't that mean I own them? Ah, fuck it. I do not own Harry Potter or any of the persons in the books. sulk
Draco stroke one long, slender finger over Potter's tanned chest. The latter sighed in his sleep, and scooted closer to his blonde lover. Draco smirked slowly, wrapping his arms around Potter's waist. He let his lips do some magic with the dark haired boys skin, until he heard a groan and felt a pair of arms wrap around him.
"You ready for another go?" Draco murmured against his lover's tanned skin, and he heard the boy laugh.
"No 'good morning'?" he teased, and Draco sat up, staring into his green eyes. Then he bent forwards and pressed his lips against Potter's.
"Good morning. Now are you ready for some more?" he asked, and Potter laughed again, sitting up.
"Can't. Classes." Draco groaned, and leaned his head on his lover's tanned shoulder. Potter kissed him lightly at the top of his head, and sighed.
"I hate classes." Potter sighed again, then he pushed the blonde carefully away. He slipped out of the bed, found his boxers, and started to pull them on. Draco quickly grabbed the tanned ass in front of him, and Potter jumped at the touch. Then he turned around, and rolled his eyes at the blonde, before he stepped away, so that Draco couldn't reach him from the bed. Draco gave him an evil glare, before he layed back on the bed, and pushed away the sheets. He stroked his hands over his own chest, sighing and closing his eyes. Potter stopped his movements, and looked at the blonde on the bed. Draco moaned, and lifted his hips off the sheets. He could hear a glum moan, and then someone fell to their knees in front of him. Potter's hand felt warm against his semi-erection as he pumped slowly up and down.
"Thought you said you had classes," Draco mumbled, placing one hand behind his head and resting the other one just above his own bellybutton.
"Like anyone can resist you when you turn on your charm," Potter mumbled, and licked Draco's erection carefully. The latter let out a moan, and tried to find Potter's hair so that he could pull it. But the brunette pulled away, and poked his tigh.
"Potter, stop teasing and just do it already," Draco hissed, and opened his eyes to look at the boy in-between his knees. Potter just smirked, and licked Draco's tigh, making the blonde squirm and sit up.
"Potter, seriously!" he shouted, and Potter obeyed, almost swallowing the rock-hard limb whole. Draco felt his knees shake, and wondered how anyone could make him feel like that. It was he who was supposed to make other people shake and beg, not the other way around! A hand was travelling up his stomach and towards his chest, and Draco closed his eyes again. He pushed his hips up, and deserved a gagging sound from the brunette. He smirked, pleased that he still was in some sort of control. But then two hands was placed on his hips, and he was held down. He was really annoyed by the lack of control, but at the same time, he was unbelieveable turned on by the whole thing.
"Potter," he mumbled, and fell back on the bed. He was so close to coming, so close… Potter bit down lightly, and sucked his cheeks in, creating a vacuum that was unbearable. Draco bit his lips, and tried to push his hips up as he spilled all of his seeds into Potter's throat. The brunette gagged a little, but swallowed it all. He licked him clean, before he stood up and kissed the exhausted Draco.
"Now I gotta go," he said softly, pulled on his pants, grabbed his shirt, and hurried out the door before Draco could have the chance to recover.
"You're feeling better, Malfoy?" the teacher asked, and Draco nodded, stopping in the door. His eyes swooped across the room, and paused when he found Potter's green eyes. He smirked to himself, before he found a seat in the front, which was quite far away from Potter. He wanted to see if he could make Potter crave for more, just by sending some veela-charm in his direction. But that was dangerous, too. It could hit someone else, and he'd have someone he really didn't want on his back. He turned his attention to the teacher, and tried to make his brain collect the information she was giving them. But it was hard; all he could think about, was Potter's wonderful mouth.
"Malfoy? Malfoy?" the teacher repeated, and Draco snapped out of his thoughts, looking the teacher in the eyes.
"Hmm?" he asked, and the woman sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. For some reason, Draco didn't think that he had the real answer.
"Have you even payed attention to a single word I've been saying?" she said tiredly, and Draco shook his head. He could at least be honest with her.
"Sorry. I didn't get much sleep last night." The teacher eyed him up and down, and raised an eyebrow.
"What you're doing during night-time, is none of my business. As long as you're doing it somewhere you're allowed to be." Draco smirked, and stroke away his ponytail from his shoulder.
"Yes, professor."
"Longbottom? Longbottom, can I talk to you for a second?" Draco said, grabbing the chubby boy's arm. Longbottom spun around, and Draco could see sweat forming on his forehead. Damn, this boy was really anxious.
"Y-yes, s-s-sure," he stuttered, sounding like a parrot with A.D.D. Draco resisted the urge to groan loudly and just walk away, and tried to smile at the nervous Gryffindor.
"Look, I need some help. You see, I suck at herbology, but I heard you're quite good." Longbottom seemed to relax now, but he still looked like a scared rabitt.
"Yes, I'm quite good. What do you need help for?" he asked, somewhat surprised, and Draco just had to roll his eyes.
"I just told you I suck at it, right? What more answer do you need?" he sneered, expecting Longbottom to back away. Instead, he furred his brow, and looked at him.
"Is it hard for you to be nice for longer than two seconds at a time, Malfoy?" he asked, making Draco start thinking about Potter, and he had to smirk a little.
"I'm not the person to be nice. Now, will you help me or not?" he asked, and Longbottom sighed.
"Sure, I'll help." Draco smiled at him – a real smile this time – and found a piece of paper in his man-purse.
"I need this, but I don't know where to get it or how to get it." Longbottom looked at the information about the plant, and nodded.
"I know where to get it. Just give me a couple of weeks." Draco nodded, grateful.
"Thanks, Longbottom." Longbottom looked at him, and surprisingly, he gave away a smirk.
"No problem, Malfoy."
It was time for dinner. Draco made his way towards the Slytherin table, but before he could reach it, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. Draco smirked to himself, thinking that it was his lover who wanted some closeness. He spun around, and jumped in surprise. A total random person was staring at him, the familiar empty look in his eyes. Draco groaned, and backed away. The person followed.
"Hey, will you stay away from me?" he said, now starting to get worried. The person just came even closer, and tried his best to get his hands on Draco's slender body.
"I told you to get away, now get the fuck away!" he sneered, completely turning off his veela-charm. But it didn't seem like the person reacted: he just came closer. Suddenly, someone hit the stranger in the head, and his eyes cleared.
"Macmillan, get away from my boyfriend, or I swear I'll kill you." Draco looked at Potter, who looked furious. He was staring at the stranger who tried to molest Draco, who obviously was named MacMillan. Macmillan looked confused, but then his eyes blackened, and he sent Draco a furious glance.
"It's not my fault, Potter! And do you really think a veela can truly love someone? You sure are easy to fool." Potter's cheek flashed red with anger, and Draco looked away. The comment hurt, even though he was a veela, he could love. And he really cared for Potter, even though he didn't know him that well.
"I think I know what a veela can do or not do better than you, Macmillan. Now get lost," Potter sneered, and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. Macmillan turned around, and walked away. Draco wanted to go back to the dungeons to work out his feelings there, so he turned around and started walking out of the Great Hall. Potter followed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it lovinlgy. When the huge doors closed behind them, Draco leaned into the wall, and sighed.
"You know that what he said isn't true, right?" Draco asked, his voice just a mumble. He had heard Potter say something like that back in the Great Hall, but he needed to hear it from him himself. Potter wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, and kissed his forehead lightly, before he pressed himself against the blonde. Draco rested his head on the brunettes shoulder, and sighed.
"Yes, I know that. He doesn't know anything about you: he has no right to judge you the way he did. Besides, if he tries to grope you again, I'll throw him off the astronomy tower." Draco giggled, and nuzzled his nose into the crook of Potter's neck. No one could make him feel this way, no one but Potter. No one else could make Draco giggle: Malfoy's didn't giggle.
"I think people are a little shocked right now," Potter said, making Draco's nose vibrate. He nodded, making his hair rub against Potters cheek.
"Are you okay with it?" he asked, and Potter pulled away, just to connect their lips in a sweet kiss.
"As long as you're with me, I'm okay with almost everything," he said softly, before he embraced him again. Draco hummed softly, and let his hands slip under Potter's shirt to feel his skin. But then the tanned boy pulled away, to Draco's big dismay.
"Why did you do that?" Draco complained, and tried to pull Potter back to him. But he just shook his head, and took a few steps back.
"Because for all I know, I can get hit by your charm, and I'll do you right here. So wait." Draco groaned, but knew he was right. When Draco was kissing his lover, veela-charm poured out from every pore on his body, hitting anyone close to him. And Potter knew it, which ment he didn't only do it because of the charm. So Draco just sighed now, and looked around.
"There's a broom closet over there," he tried, but Potter just shook his head, and started walking.
"No, Draco. Not the broom closet either. Damn it, I did you this morning, and you're still horny?" Draco was now right behind the emerald eyed boy, and wrapped his arms around his waist, purring softly into his ear.
"Yes, I am. Now, let's go to the dorms." But Potter shrugged him off, and smiled at him, shaking his head.
"Draco. Wait." Draco groaned, but gave up. It was no use. If he turned on the veela-charm, Potter'd do him right there, and that wasn't what he wanted. Besides, it wouldn't be any fun if Potter was like a sex doll, drugged down by the charm. Draco walked up to his side, and took his hand, knitting them together.
"Okay, then. I'll wait. But there better be something tonight: if not, I'll use my charm." Potter laughed, and squeezed his hand.
"Deal."
A/N: So, what do you think? Was it good, or did it suck? Cliché or not? Reviews are love, I give out cookies. Or maybe just some coke: it's the only thing I have right now. Constructive critism is welcome, please don't send unexplained flames, ok thanks bye.