Disclaimer: Bless JK Rowling's imagination… Harry's not mine…

WARNING: Two sexy boys getting it on, if you're likely to be offended don't read on…

Chapter 6

That night as he lay in bed waiting for the time to tick by until he met Draco, Harry had two things on his mind; the exploding glass at dinner and, of course, Draco Malfoy. Following a deep (and pointless) discussion in the common room with the other Gryffindors about the incident at dinner, Harry was still thoroughly confused. What had been the point of it? No one was seriously hurt and the windows were easily fixed, there seemed to be no purpose to it. The only likely solution was that it was a rather dangerous prank by some careless students, but who would be that stupid? When Harry had run out of ideas about the exploding glass he began to think about his new relationship with Draco Malfoy.

There was a part of Harry (lets call it logic) that knew he was being entirely stupid and completely reckless allowing himself to become so emotionally vulnerable and physically accessible to someone who, in all likelihood, was operating closely with Lord Voldemort. Not that Harry believed Draco Malfoy was involved directly with the Dark Lord, but his father most certainly was, and Harry got the impression that Lucius Malfoy kept close tabs on his son. Draco seemed to be looking over his shoulder more than normal like he was expecting something, or someone, to be there watching him.

The other part of Harry, the part he was favouring at this point (lets call it hormones), really didn't care about the consequences, it was primarily concerned about how Draco made Harry feel – incredible! See when you are a 16 year old boy things are very rarely thought through completely (in fact, this was Harry's specialty) and it's more about the 'now' rather than the 'later'. This is why Hermione was such an invaluable part of their trio; she balanced out their (Harry and Ron's) idiocy with common sense.

Before they parted ways, Harry and Draco had arranged to meet in the seventh floor corridor for a little rendezvous in the Room of Requirement that night. They were meeting at 11 o'clock and Harry felt like it would never arrive, time seemed to get slower and slower until he felt like it might actually stop and he would never meet with Draco. Eventually at half past 10, Harry got tired of waiting and decided he was just going to go. Unbeknownst to Harry, Hermione was waiting for him in the common room; she had noticed he was avoiding her and had set a trap for him. Hermione had been watching Harry closely all evening and guessed, from his excitement and frequent glances to his watch, that he was meeting Draco again tonight. Knowing he would most likely use his invisibility cloak, she sprinkled a little flour on the bottom stair so that when he crept into the common room from the dorms he would leave footprints and she would see him – invisible or not.

Hermione sat up in the common room with a book, although she wasn't paying much attention to it. As she wondered how her friendship with Harry had gotten to the point where she was forced to these extremes just to talk to him, she noticed flour footprints trekking across the floor.

"Harry," she stated, standing and walking towards him. "We need to talk!"

Hermione reached up and pulled off his cloak.

"Not now, Hermione. I'm meeting Draco. Later though, I promise." Harry said dismissively.

"Now, Harry Potter! Don't make me hex you!"

"Fine! What do you want?" Harry knew he was being ungrateful. Hermione had been so good to him when he was upset about Draco; of course she was going to be concerned he was dating him.

"What's going on with you now?" she asked.

Harry explained everything in detail, trying to help her understand why he felt the way he did. He repeated what Draco had told him in hospital wing and tried his best to describe Draco's sincerity and his own feelings for Draco; the connection and passion he felt for him. But Hermione was still bewildered – she had always thought Harry was smarter than this. (Author: "but aren't we all just fools in love, Hermione?" She rudely ignored me, talking to Harry instead.)

"But, Harry," she whispered softly once he was finished, "he hurt you. I saw how much he hurt you."

"He explained that Hermione, I just told you! He thought us being friends was too dangerous, but like I told him, how much more danger can I be in right?" Harry laughed, oblivious of how ridiculous this was all sounding to Hermione.

"What about that poor little Hufflepuff boy?" she reminded him. "He bullied that boy just for you Harry – that's not normal!"

"Just drop it, Hermione! I'm happy now, isn't that all that matters?" Harry had forgotten about that first year Hufflepuff and he hated how right Hermione was, that wasn't normal – why would Draco think that was the way to get his attention?

Harry ended his conversation with Hermione by walking out of the common room, leaving her (most likely sensible) rebuttal hanging unsaid in the air between them. Slipping back underneath the invisibility cloak, Harry was now late to meet Draco but he suddenly wasn't so excited about it. As he arrived, he saw Draco leaning against the wall next to Barnabas the Barmy looking far too attractive. You see, Harry had decided while he was climbing the stairs to the seventh floor that he was going to have a serious conversation with Draco about the Hufflepuff boy and he was likely to get distracted with Draco looking like that. Harry slipped out from under his cloak to the great astonishment of the beautiful Slytherin he'd come to meet.

"Whoa, Harry! What is that?" Draco asked with wide eyes.

"No," Harry stated, raising his hands to stop Draco's questions. "Don't distract me. I need to talk to you about that first year you pushed around for my benefit a few weeks ago." Harry was doing his best to firmly glare at Draco.

Draco looked at him, mildly amused at Harry's seriousness. "What about him?"

"Well," Harry started, he was taken aback – surely Draco knew how wrong it was to bully people like that. "Why would you do that?"

"Why not? He lived didn't he? Besides, I had to get you to look at me somehow without the whole school knowing I wanted your attention," Draco shrugged.

"Draco, you can't do that to people! That kid was probably really upset! You should have done something else. Set the tablecloth on fire or something!"

Draco walked over to Harry and took his hand. "Hey, I'm sorry. Look I didn't mean to upset him. I just thought he would just call me a prat to his mates and give me a wide berth for a while. If it matters to you then next time, I'll burn the Great Hall down to get your attention before picking on a snotty first year." Draco smiled at Harry teasing him somewhat. Harry blushed when Draco moved to catch his eye, "Lets go inside, okay?"

There was no denying it, Harry was hooked. Even now Harry wondered how it was possible for Draco to justify such cruelty to a first year to Harry's satisfaction, because that's just what had happened. Harry was comfortably satisfied that Draco didn't mean to hurt the boy – besides, Draco was right; the kid had lived, hadn't he!?

They paced in front of the wall where the door to the Room of Requirement should appear several times; nothing happened.

"Maybe it's for needs not wants" Harry suggested. "Last time you needed somewhere to recover, this time we just want somewhere private to-" Harry paused and blushed; he didn't really know what they were going to do there.

Draco smiled. "Yeah, I think you might be right. The castle isn't feeling too generous tonight I guess. Where else do you think we could go?"

"Well, maybe an empty class room? Or we could go back to my dorm and just put up another silencing charm." Harry suggested, blushing yet again.

"Mmm," Draco purred leaning into Harry, "it might be risky with all those Gryffindors, but I like the idea of a bed."

"Okay, well, come here and we'll sneak in under this." Harry unraveled his invisibility cloak, and wrapped it around his shoulders. Draco stepped into Harry eying the cloak as he slid his arm around Harry's waist.

"You will have to explain this to me when we get to your dorm," he stated.

Harry just smiled as they made their way back to Gryffindor uninterrupted; quietly sneaking into the dorm room, into Harry's bed and behind the curtains.

"Silencio", Draco whispered, smiling at Harry. "Hi," he purred seductively as he leaned in to kiss Harry, "I've been dying to do this again all night."

Harry let Draco kiss him slowly, it was sweet like he was tasting Harry and enjoying him as much as kissing him. Harry kissed him back faintly; he could feel butterflies fluttering around in his stomach and he was starting to feel dizzy. Harry broke the kiss to slide underneath his blankets and escape the cold, inviting Draco to join him.

Once under the covers, Draco pulled Harry in close to him, wrapping his legs around Harry's and propping himself up with his arm so he could pin Harry down with another kiss. Harry decided he would let Draco take the lead on this since he didn't really know what he should be doing. Draco seemed to know what he was doing though; he broke their kiss to looking into Harry's eyes and throwing him a suggestive smile. Harry wasn't sure what Draco was doing until he felt Draco's hand slipping underneath his shirt, lifting it up; Draco was silently asking Harry's permission with his eyes, wanting to know if Harry was comfortable with being undressed. Harry smiled as he shifted his body, using his arms and bum to lift his torso off the bed allowing Draco to easily pull off his shirt. Harry did the same to Draco; undressing him until they were both naked from the waist up.

Draco sat on top of Harry, straddling his hips, and leaned down to kiss him again. Draco managed to stretch himself across Harry in such a way that Harry did not feel too much pressure from his weight, but still managed to feel the length of Draco's bare chest touching his, moving slowly as if he was caressing him. Harry suddenly felt hot flushes, his breathing became short and quick and his groin felt as if it were on fire. God Draco was so fucking hot!

Harry's caution disappeared as his eagerness and almost desperation took over, he wasted no time in pushing Draco off him so he was lying on his back beside him. He reached for Draco's pants, undoing them and pushing them down his legs roughly. Draco kicked his pants off the rest of the way and was now completely and shamelessly naked. Harry reached under his pillow for his wand which he used to conjure some warm lubricant onto his hand before reaching down to Draco's cock, which was harder than Harry had ever felt himself before.

Harry wasn't sure what he was expecting but for some odd reason he was surprised to find Draco felt exactly the same as he did. From what Harry could feel Draco was not as long as he was, but slightly thicker; Harry wrapped his hand around and began to move it up and down the thick shaft. Draco groaned with pleasure and Harry gripped a little tighter putting on more pressure as he moved. Harry timed his pace with Draco's breathing, so the more excited Draco got the faster Harry pumped. This seemed to work for Draco and it wasn't long before the pale blonde boy was gripping Harry's sheets tight in his fist as he came, shooting four or five times all over himself and Harry's hand. Harry smiled, delighted he was able to please Draco so well and he cuddled into him closely.

Draco just laid there, one strong arm around Harry's shoulders, breathing deeply. After a few minutes he magicked away the mess on his stomach and rolled into Harry kissing him deeply. "That was so much better than I expected," he whispered.

"I'm glad you liked it," Harry said as he smiled at Draco again.

"Mmm," Draco purred. "I liked it very much. Let me show you how much I liked it."

Draco kissed Harry again lightly on the lips, then again on his nose and chin. He kissed him again on his neck, then collarbone and all over his chest and stomach, pausing only to suck and bite lightly on both his nipples. As Draco's kisses fluttered further and further down his torso, Harry began to get the impression that eventually Draco's mouth would end up dangerously close to his cock which was pushing hard against the fabric that restrained it. No, he wouldn't do that! That's – well, its – too soon, isn't it?, Harry thought to himself wondering if he was really about to receive his first blowjob. Harry felt all tingly when he recalled their closet encounter earlier that day – Draco isn't as shy about sex as I am – and realized he really was going to feel Draco's warm mouth around his cock.

Harry lifted his bum for Draco to pull his pants off; Draco slipped them off gently, crawling down Harry's legs as he did so. Draco planted kisses tenderly on Harry's feet, shins, knees and thighs as he moved back up towards the part of Harry's anatomy that Draco was about to become intimately acquainted with. The first kiss Draco placed on his cock made Harry's whole body shudder; he felt that kiss all the way to the tips of his fingers. Amazingly, (since Harry didn't think it was possible) when Draco ran his tongue down the length of Harry's shaft it felt even better and he actually convulsed. His senses were heightened again when Draco actually enveloped his cock in the warm, wet folds of his mouth. Harry told himself he definitely needed to double check that Draco had never been with another man before because his expertise on giving blowjobs was saying differently! Harry felt like he was in heaven, trembling the whole time and convulsing harder when Draco flicked his tongue in just the right spot. Eventually Harry could feel the pressure building and he knew he was about to come.

"Draco!" Harry exclaimed. "Move, I'm going to come!"

Draco lifted his head up and replaced his mouth quickly with his hand, stroking Harry as he came over and over again all over his Gryffindor red bed sheets. Harry groaned into his pillow trying not to be too loud, although there was no need; Draco's silencing charm was still working. When Harry was still and quiet, Draco cleaned the sticky sheets and crawled back up Harry's body to kiss his mouth and hold him tightly. Harry breathed into Draco's neck quietly just enjoying his warmth and the incredible feeling of satisfaction that followed their first bout of sex. Harry was the first to speak.

"That was incredible. Are you sure you've never done that before?"

Draco chuckled. "Absolutely sure," he said, nuzzling into Harry's hair. "No need to get jealous, Potter. I've never been with another guy before."

Harry frowned at Draco calling him 'Potter' again, but he knew he was only teasing so he let it go. Harry didn't respond he just let Draco hold him for a few minutes. He began to marvel at the irony of the situation; who would have thought he would be lying naked in the arms of his archenemy. Harry thought about his past encounters with Draco, the snide comments and harsh curses they'd thrown at each other over the years, and he replayed the events of these last several weeks in his mind to track the moments that lead to this night. He also thought about this evening and the smashing glass at dinner; he wondered what Draco thought about it all.

"Draco," Harry whispered finally. "What do you think about what happened at dinner?"

Draco groaned sounding tired. "Dunno, weird I guess."

"Hey, don't fall asleep," Harry whispered shaking Draco's shoulders slightly. "Maybe you should go back to your dorm."

"Yeah, in a minute." Draco snuggled into Harry more.

"No, I think you better go now, before you fall asleep here!" Harry sat up dragging Draco with him. "Come on."

"Alright! Alright!" Draco grumbled as he began pulling his clothes back on. As he dressed Draco inquired about Harry's cloak.

"Nothing to tell really," Harry answered. "It belonged to my dad, he'd given it to Dumbledore right before he died and Dumbledore kept it for me – gave it to me in first year."

"Well, its extraordinary," Draco stated, sounding more awake now. He wrapped his arms around Harry's still naked form and kissed him sensually; Harry felt himself start to go hard again and he pushed Draco away gently.

"Not again, you have to go to bed," he stated. "Come on, I'll walk you back."

Harry dressed and grabbed his invisibility cloak before quietly pulling back the curtains around his bed effectively breaking the silencing charm. The two boys crept out of the dorm room without waking anyone and into the dark staircase that lead down to the common room. Harry went first checking to make sure the common room was empty before beckoning Draco to follow; they were half way across the room when someone moved. Harry turned abruptly trying to hide Draco's form from whoever was still awake.

"Harry! What are you doing?" the voice sounded shocked, but still sleepy.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief (sort of), it was Hermione. She already knew about him and Draco. "Don't be mad, I'm just letting Draco out."

"He shouldn't even be here!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I know. I'm sorry. Don't mention anything, will you?"

"I'm leaving now anyway, Granger. It doesn't matter," Draco added.

Hermione huffed. "I'll talk to you later," she stated, looking straight at Harry.

"Tomorrow, Hermione," Harry surrendered. "You should be in bed."

Harry turned and led Draco out of Gryffindor common room, wondering if Hermione had begun to make a habit of stalking him in the common room. He knew Hermione would be waiting for him to come straight back in and so he offered to escort Draco down to the dungeons under the invisibility cloak – at least this way he might be able to avoid Hermione for tonight.

When they reached the beginning of the dungeons, Harry stopped to kiss Draco before turning back. Draco would be fine to make his own way back from here and Harry was cold and craving his warm bed.

"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow," Harry whispered.

"Definitely," Draco agreed. "And Harry," he added, "we need to find somewhere else to meet if Granger is going to be monitoring you so closely."

Harry nodded and left Draco with another kiss before making his way silently up to the Gryffindor dorms.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Reviews motivate me to get my chapters out to you all faster, so if you're keen to know what happens next make sure you review!!

Hope you enjoyed that chapter and I hope it wasn't too graphic; I tried to keep it romantically tasteful but hot enough to stir up some excitement! Sorry about the lack of breaks in that chapter especially since it was so long, I couldnt see where any would fit - I guess I just have a thing for connecting each scene together. Good sometimes but not all the time! I'll work on that...

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