Title: Neither Good nor Evil

Rating: PG – 13

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have never been friends. They were happy to stay enemies until unwanted thoughts interrupted. Add one of Dumbledore's prophecies and shake well.

Chapter Five

Pleased

Several weeks passed without a repeated incident. Harry stared to get worried, what if it had been a fluke? But Hermione assured him, Draco continued to shoot looks at him and then flush slightly. He hadn't forgotten either.

"You have to talk to him, Harry. If you liked it that much, you have to ask him to do it again." Hermione prompted one afternoon as they sat in the Library.

"Oh, hell no. Hermione, how would you react if someone who you hate comes up to you and says 'Hey, I loved the way you touched me. Do it again, please?'" Harry sighed, staring out the window.

"I'd feel embarrassed and pleased. I made someone want me enough for then to come back." Hermione smiled.

"He'll just laugh." Harry blushed.

"He won't." Hermione answered confidently, standing up and walking away.

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Harry cornered him as he went to go to bed that night.

"I loved the way you touched me. Do it again… please?" His cheeks went red. Draco smirked down at him.

"Why should I?" He raised an eyebrow, teasingly.

"Oh, fuck. Don't do that to me. Just… just… please?" Harry stared up at him, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Please, huh," Draco stepped closer, pressing the smaller boy into a wall, "Like this then?" He began to grind into the boy.

"Oh, God, yes." Harry breathed, feeling his body respond immediately. Draco's smirk broadened. He lowered his mouth onto Harry's neck, kissing, licking, and nipping. Harry pressed back, trying to get closer, to feel more.

"Hm… not bad, Potter," Draco muttered into his neck. Harry arched his neck back, allowing the other boy more access.

"Oh… oh… more…" He choked out. Draco pulled off Harry's shirt, lowering his head farther to lick his nipples. Harry arched into him, moaning.

"Mm… good?" Draco asked, unable to form a complete sentence.

"Don't stop," Harry answered, grinding into him. Draco pulled away, "No…"

"Come on." Draco ordered shortly, pulling Harry towards his room. Harry followed, barely thinking. Draco shut the door and then pressed Harry up against it.

"What… what are we do… doing in here?" Harry gasped out.

"What do you think?" Draco smirked at him, pressing his lips onto the other boys. He flicked his tongue across Harry's lips, asking for entrance. Harry granted it eagerly, reveling in the feel of Draco's tongue in his mouth. Draco pulled away long enough to pull his own shirt over his head. Then he was back.

"Do you… do you think we should?" Harry muttered as Draco's hands fiddled with the button of his pants. The hands stopped.

"You… don't want to?" Draco asked, slowly. He seemed almost sheepish.

"That's… that's not what I said." Harry returned, his voice squeaking slightly.

"I think… we should… we should do what feels right." Draco pressed his lips back to Harry's and led him over to the bed, relieving him of his pants.

"I guess… this feels right." Harry unbuttoned Draco's pants. The taller boy smirked and pushed him onto the bed. Oh God, thought Harry quickly before Draco's hands stopped all thought.

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Harry slowly woke the next morning, feeling warm. He felt rested, something he hadn't felt in a long time. Slowly he realized there was an arm draped across his waist, he was naked and he wasn't in his own bed. The events of the night before returned to him and he snuggled back into Draco's body. The arm adjusted itself.

"Good Morning," Harry muttered into the stillness. A soft grunt answered him. Apparently, Draco wasn't much of a morning person, "We have class."

"Let's just not go." Draco offered. Harry laughed.

"I'm not sure we could get away with that." He reached out his hand, searching for his glasses on the bedside table. Finding them, he slid them onto the bridge of his nose and tried to move out of Draco's grip.

"I'm not letting go." Draco's muffled voice told him. Harry sighed, pulling at the bigger boy's wrist.

"I have to go to class," He replied. The hand moved, grudgingly, "Thank you." Harry stood, groaning softly at the sore feeling in his body. He smiled down at Draco, who had rolled over and gone back to sleep, and wrapped a sheet around his waist. Then, he dropped a kiss onto the other boy's lips. Draco stirred and tried to pull him back into bed. Harry laughed slightly and pulled away. He opened the door and headed for his own room. Dressing quickly, he chose the door to the Gryffindor Common Room, hoping Hermione was up.

"Harry?" She was. Though hoping she was up was sort of stupid of him. She was always up at this hour. Harry shook his head to clear the random thoughts running through his head.

"Hey Mione. I have some… interesting news." He moved to sit next to her, wincing slightly as he sat down.

"Are you okay?" Hermione set her book on the table, and shot him a looked that showed both concern and curiosity.

"Yeah," Harry smiled, "Yeah, I'm great. I'm terrific. I'm… in some serious pain. Do you have painkillers or something?"

"In my bag," Hermione looked dubious. Harry fixed his puppy dog look on her, "Oh fine. Here." She rummaged around in her bag and handed him a pill. Harry conjured a glass of water.

"Thank you." He said after downing the pill.

"Now, tell me. What happened last night? Did you talk to Malfoy?" Hermione took the water back.

"Yes. He was very… pleased." He grinned slyly at Hermione's grimace.

"I told you. Now go on. Tell me what happened." She prompted.

"Well, he touched me and he kissed me and… well, moved on past that." Harry smirked slightly. Hermione got the hint.

"You had sex," Her eyes widened as she tried to control her voice. Harry nodded, "Oh, Harry! That's terrific! I told you!" She hugged him.

"What are you guys doing?" Ron wandered down the stairs, looking mussed and groggy, his eyes barley open.

"Oh… just talking." Hermione pulled back, smiling.

"Yeah. Talking." Harry repeated, smiling off into the distance dreamily. Ron rubbed his eyes and laid a hand on his stomach.

"Ready to go down to breakfast?" Hermione stood up. Harry followed, moving gingerly, wincing every so often. He hadn't felt this sore since his first Quidditch practice with Oliver Wood.

"Haven't seen you in a while, mate. How're things going with Malfoy? Is that bastard bothering you?" Ron threw an arm around Harry's shoulders.

"No, actually. We get along great. He's actually a nice guy when he's not around you." Harry smiled, hopefully.

"Yeah right." Ron laughed. Harry sighed, realizing he was fighting a loosing battle.

"Hey… Potter." Draco wandered up to them.

"Hey… um, Malfoy." Harry returned, smiling slightly. Draco looked him up and down, smirking. Harry tried to stop himself from blushing.

"Granger. Weasley." Draco nodded to them both in turn. Hermione concealed a grin as Ron glared.

"Hello, Malfoy." Hermione smiled. Draco raised an eyebrow at her, then shot a look at Harry and sighed.

"Told you then. Great…" He rolled his eyes.

"See you later, Malfoy." Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him away, grinning over her shoulder. Draco nodded at an empty classroom. Harry followed him.

"You left in a hurry earlier." Draco said mildly after Harry closed the door. Harry bit his lip, watching the other boy's face carefully.

"I'm sorry. I… I just wanted to talk to Hermione." He shuffled from foot to foot, nervously. Draco turned to him, eyes widening slightly.

"Oh. You think I'm mad, don't you," Harry nodded, "I'm not mad. Really, I'm not. Just surprised you bolted." Draco smiled. Harry muttered a locking spell.

"Good. I was afraid you'd be mad. You used to be mad at me all the time. I like it better this way." He moved forward, shyly. Draco smirked as the small boy pushed himself into him, sheepishly.

"One track mind, you have." Draco leant down and pressed his lips onto Harry's, feeling the other boy's smile. They pulled apart several minutes later, breathing heavily. Harry checked his watch.

"Oh, shite. I have to go to class." Harry gathered up his bag in a rush, acting strangely like Hermione. Draco watched him, smirking. Harry turned back to him. Draco kissed him quickly and disappeared out of the classroom. Harry followed, unable to stop a smile from spreading across his face.

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