Sorry about the long long wait. I had to do some research so I could do a sex scene. Still don't know what to do…. And I keep getting distracted by Johnlock and Destiel fanfictions.

I'm sorry :'( I fail miserably

Disclaimer: Nope. Not even a teensy bit. Though I sure am glad its around.

Draco's POV

The hallway was booby trap free thanks to Harry's need to unarm the traps, tired of the emotional rollercoaster that occurred every time he walked into this house. Thusly, Harry quickly led Draco to the living room.

Draco was awed by the giant house. Sure, his own house was large due to his parent's infinite amount of money; but the home Draco grew up in was full of darkness and unhappiness. Harry's house, however, was warm and comforting, full of the ghosts of merry memories shared between Sirius, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and multitudes of others. While there were a few… ominous… movements and items strewn around the first floor, Draco felt safe and happy; a feeling that had never occurred in his childhood house.

Draco was so entranced with the home he didn't notice Harry was staring at him with a lusty expression, waiting patiently for Draco to return to earth so he could fuck the blonde into next week.

"Draco," Harry hoarsely said. Draco's head snapped his head towards Harry at sound of his name, eyes drifting to Harry's emerald green eyes. They're so beautiful, Draco reveled, smiling slightly at the thought. Hands were suddenly on his hips, and Draco found himself being pulled toward the short, raven-haired man. Draco lifted his hand to Harry's face, stroking the growing stubble on the chin and cheeks. God, Draco wanted Harry. He couldn't help but giggle at this occurrence. It had been such a short time since he opened up to his sexual feelings. But, he did want this.

"Oh, Harry," Draco sighed, smiling as he bent down to press his lips against his newfound lover. Harry kissed him back, mouth moving softly, slowly melding their lips together. Draco parted his lips even so slightly, tongue gently sliding over the other man's lower lip. Harry made a happy sound, halfway between a groan and a sigh, and opened his own mouth, pressing more and more into the kiss. As the kiss deepened, the two tongues tangled together, pushing and fighting for dominance. Draco, needless to say, was getting extremely warm. He felt a deep blush creep onto his face, his whole body rising about three degrees centigrade. He felt a moan rise from his throat, escaping out into the air.

He found his hands acting on their own account. One moved to tangle itself into Harry's surprisingly luscious black locks, while the other slid down the shorter man's lithe torso, scooping up under the cotton fabric of the shirt to rest on the fiery hot abdomen underneath. Harry gasped and Draco felt the muscles under his hand ripple. Draco relished that moment. He loved making Harry squirm in a way different from their years of ruthless fighting.

Draco's hand glided to Harry's hip, making it easy to guide Harry wherever he wanted. It was then he wondered where he was going. Draco regretfully broke the kiss, pulling away from the warmth. He was surprised to see how flushed the raven-haired boy was. Did I do that? Draco asked in awe. He felt a glimmer of pride and a rush of blood in his nether regions. Oh the things he would do.

"Right, so, Harry…" Draco began as Harry looked up at him with a look of extreme lust. "Where… is this… uh…." Draco couldn't find the right words, and blushed furiously at his inability to speak. That had certainly never happened before. Draco blushed even harder when Harry smirked slightly, thinking along the same lines. And luckily, Harry knew what Draco was trying to say. He wordlessly slid his hand into Draco's, leading the blonde up the wooden staircase at the edge of the living room, pulling him down a darkened hallway to a room. They stepped into the room, closing the door behind them. Not that they needed to, it just felt weird to have the door open.

Draco appreciated this room. The walls were painted a light golden colour, the ceiling high and majestic. The room itself was quite large, filled with a king sized bed, a beautiful mahogany wardrobe that reminded him of the movie 'The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe', and a bookcase filled to the brim with, well, books. Draco moved to the bookcase, sliding his hand over the titles of the books. He noticed a few titles he knew, including 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. His eyebrows arched. Harry did seem the type to own that book, seeing as it was, well, good. But it was also highly hilarious Harry had it.

"I see you have an impeccable taste in books," Draco winked, pointedly stroking the bound edge of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. Harry looked over and blushed, mumbled something about learning proper bondage techniques. Draco felt blood pooling in his groin at those words, and quickly strode over to where the blushing man stood, pushing him gently against the wall behind him, brought Harry's arms above his head, and pushed his knee between Harry's legs. He leaned near to Harry's face and watched as the pupils within those stunning green eyes dilated with lust. Draco roughly pushed his mouth to Harry's, a growl emanating from his throat. He took Harry's bottom lip in between his own, biting and sucking while his free hand roamed down the front of Harry's shirt, slipping underneath it to grasp the warm, bony hip and push their bodies together. Harry gasped in shock, followed by a deep moan as he thrusted their hips together.

Draco smiled inwardly, a shiver running down his spine as he felt Harry hard bulge pressing against his thigh. Draco lowered his head to Harry's neck, biting and sucking at the skin down his neck to the crook of his neck. Harry tried to rip his hands free to tangle in the blonde's hair, but, after a few failed attempts, settled with pushing his body against Draco's, attempting to get even closer, as if to meld their bodies together, moaning fiercely all the while. Draco, needing to feel more of Harry, needing to feel the heat of his body, let go of Harry's wrists, pulled slightly away from Harry, and used both hands to explore Harry's torso. His hands slid up and down the chest and abdomen, rolling over the hardened nipples, occasionally twisting one of them very gently. Harry loudly moaned, his now free hands tangling in Draco's silky hair.

Draco left Harry's torso and neck and his hands grabbed at the bottom of the t-shirt, and Harry obligingly raised his arms. The shirt was positively torn off as Draco desperately returned to Harry's body, licking and nipping and kissing every exposed inch of Harry's body. Harry, uncomfortable against the cold, hard wall, pushed Draco ever so slightly, steering him towards the big, comfortable bed. Draco, understanding what was happening, took control of Harry. As he headed towards the bed, Draco attacked Harry's lips with fervor, sliding his tongue into the hot, wet cave of Harry's mouth. They eventually reached the bed, Draco pushing Harry down onto the covers, with Draco positioning himself over the smaller boy.

"Draco…" Harry whispered wantonly, pulling at Draco's shirt. Draco stood up, pulling off his shirt before leaning back over and kissing Harry chastely on the lips. He smiled and looked into Harry's eyes. Draco was happy.

Draco looked mischievously at the bulge in Harry's pants. He had to say, quite impressive. Draco slithered down to Harry's chest, hovering over the left nipple. Draco experimentally licked the hard nub, eliciting a sharp inhale from Harry, followed by a moan. He circled the nipple with his tongue, occasionally running over it with a flat tongue. Draco took the nipple in his mouth, biting just slightly, his right hand playing with the other, lonely nipple. Harry was moaning and moving his hips up, down, left, and right. He was a squirmer. Draco let the nipples, happy with his work, and kissed and nipped his way down Harry's stomach, reaching the dark happy trail. Draco's hands worked at the button of Harry's jeans while he bit and sucked at a patch of skin just above the waistband. When he succeeded, Draco pulled down Harry's jeans, throwing them somewhere across the room. The blue boxer briefs quickly followed.

Draco eyed the large shaft, feeling slightly overwhelmed. But that feeling soon passed as Harry suddenly put his hands on Draco's shoulders and lifted him up. Draco stared uncomprehendingly at the black haired man, wondering what he was up to now. Draco suddenly found himself being turned and pushed onto the bed, up so his whole body was lying comfortably on the mattress.

Damn, this mattress is nice Draco managed to think before his nipples were attacked by Harry's warm, wet mouth. Draco felt himself moan, body shuddering at the feeling. He felt his pants being slowly tugged off of him, along with his boxers.

He was exposed. Draco felt oh so self-conscious. The only time he is ever this exposed is when he takes a shower. But when Harry made a sound of lust and approval, he felt that fear of exposure lift off his chest. Draco opened his eyes to see Harry staring at him, head cocked to the side.

"Who's going to bottom?"

God that turned out so much longer than I thought…

Oh, and you guys should vote as to who should bottom cuz… well… Gah. Help.

And some help with the... sexual stuff...

Also, I hear all naughty fanfictions are being banned! Or… taken down? Where am I supposed to go for this now! Ah that makes me so sad… I need my daily Destiel and Johnlock and Drarry :( This is ABSURD….