Saturday morning yet again. Harry woke in good spirits, thanks to his supportive and accepting friends. But a vague sense of loneliness, like a phantom limb, put a dark cloud on the sunny horizon of his mood. It had only been two days since he had seen or talked to Draco, but somehow those two days seemed like a great many more. He wanted his boyfriend/lover/fuck buddy/whatever/Draco.

Judging by the sun's low level in the sky, Harry decided it was probably too early for breakfast. He pulled out the Marauder's Map and scanned the Slytherin quarters for Draco Malfoy. He quickly memorized the turns to get to Draco's bed from the door and put the Map away again.

A few minutes later, he was standing outside the entrance to the Slytherin Common Rooms feeling rather foolish. He didn't know the password and there was no way any Slytherin would help him get in.

Then Harry was struck by a whim. Salazar Slytherin had been a Parseltongue... so it might make sense that the door would open when spoken to in that language.

He concentrated on the door, closing his eyes and picturing a snake, making it vivid in his imagination. "Open," he said.

The passage opened.

There was no one on the other side. Furtively, Harry sneaked inside and hurried quietly towards Draco's room. Yes, Draco had an entire room to himself. Harry wondered if that was standard for Sixth Years, or if it was only for Prefects. He could check it out later on the Map.

The area seemed almost deserted. Harry saw no one. He arrived at what seemed to be an oaken door. That had to be it. He tentatively opened the door a bit and stuck his head in. Yep–there at the far side of the room was a familiar blond head lying on a pillow.

Harry closed the door behind him and stripped to his underpants next to the bed. He slipped under the covers behind Draco and pressed up against the warm body. The sleeping boy shifted slightly, accommodating Harry's presence. Slowly, he began to wake up.

When he finally opened his eyes and realized there was someone else in his bed, however, the results were not what Harry had been hoping for. Draco started violently and spun around in bed to face Harry, face ashen.

"Bloody fucking hell! Potter! What..." he gulped. "What are you doing here?"

"I just thought I'd surprise you before breakfast..." Harry said sheepishly.

"Well, you did that," he said. "Merlin's beard. I thought I was going to have a heart attack."

"Sorry."

Draco hesitated for a moment. "But it was a nice thought."

He smiled and Harry leaned forward to kiss his grinning lips. After a few seconds, Draco pulled away. "Wait. How did you get past the door? And how did you find my room?"

Harry grinned devilishly. "Oh, I have my ways."

"Haaaarrryyyyyyy..."

Harry sighed. "I used Parseltongue on the door. As for how I found your room, that's a secret."

Draco pouted. Harry was impassive.

"You're no fun."

"Fine, then. I'll just be on my way then." Harry started to slide out of the covers.

"Wait!" Draco wrapped a hand around Harry's wrist.

"Yes?"

Malfoy pulled Harry back so they were face-to-face on the bed. He sighed. "I guess... you're sort of fun..."

Harry took that as a major concession. "I think I can work with 'sort of.'"

He kissed Draco again. This time, they were uninterrupted for a while. Then Draco pulled away again. "How good would you say your Parseltongue is?"

Harry was confused. "I dunno. Don't really have anyone to compare to, do I? Why?"

Draco glanced down and bit his lip, an odd gesture on the normally collected young Mr Malfoy. "Well... I think there's a snake in the sheets that needs taming."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Are you ever not horny?"

The Slytherin paused a thought for a moment. "No."

"Didn't think so." Harry reached a hand under the covers and slowly slid a hand up Draco's thigh. Sure enough, his serpent was already rock-hard. Harry gave it a couple of light strokes.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you going–I mean, erm, do you think you can tame it?"

"I'll get back to you on that."

Harry quickly slipped out of his underwear and tossed them onto the rest of his clothes. He straddled Draco so their erections were pressing together and bent down to kiss him once again. Though their other encounters had been feverish, desperate even, this time felt different. He wanted to take his time.

Apparently, Draco had other thoughts. Just a few minutes later, he broke away again. "Goddammit, Harry. I give you a simple task and you can't even do that. You're going to give me blue balls if you don't make something happen soon."

Harry sat up. "And what are you going to do if I don't?

Draco hadn't thought that far ahead. "I will be very stern indeed."

"Right."

Harry felt a hand on his cock. Draco had decided to take matters into his own hands (or hand). Harry closed his eyes and allowed him to have at it until he was moaning and feeling dangerously close to orgasm.

Suddenly, the hand disappeared. Harry opened his eyes, surprised. His dick was throbbing and begging for attention. Malfoy, however, was laying with his arms crossed, looking coolly at Harry.

"You can't just stop!"

"Watch me."

"But.." Harry protested. The desperate need to cum had subsided, but he still felt a rising tension in his groin.

"Oh god. Is that what blue balls feels like?"

"Hm. Not so funny anymore, is it, Potter?"

"Please, Draco."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

Harry nodded.

"I didn't think so." Draco was unmoved. He began to pick at his fingernails.

Harry frowned. There was a simple way to solve this.

"Right. I'll be heading back to my dormitory so I can take care of this." He got up out of bed and walked over to his clothes.

"Wait!" Draco said once again. He clambered out of bed hastily, landing on his knees in front of Harry.

"Just... boss me around a little, okay?"

Harry's eyes widened. That's what he had wanted?

"Well, while you're on your knees..." He gave a little thrust.

Draco quickly reached up with one hand, brought Harry's hardness to his mouth, and set to work. Harry could've sworn his balls were going to explode when Draco looked up at him with his smoldering grey eyes.

Then Malfoy reached up and place Harry's hand on the top of his head. Harry gently (but not too gently) grabbed a fistful of blond hair and slowly began to thrust into Draco's mouth. Draco got the point and stopped moving his head; he put his hands on Harry's arse and pulled him in tighter. Briefly, his mouth completely engulfed Harry's cock before it hit the back of his throat and he began to cough.

Harry pulled out. "You okay?"

"Fine," Draco said hoarsely.

Harry pulled him to his feet. "Bed. On your back. Now."

Draco complied. Harry rummaged through his discarded robes until he found his wand. He conjured four strands of rope, which wound themselves around Draco's wrists and ankles and bound him to the bed.

"Um, Harry?"

Harry set his wand on the nightstand for future use and padded over to the bed and knelt between Draco's legs on the bed. "Shush."

He sensed that he had surprised the other boy, however, when he began to reciprocate the treatment he had just received. When Draco moaned, Harry let his erection slip out of his mouth. "Quiet."

Harry took him back into his mouth. Although he rather enjoyed hearing Draco's reactions to what he was doing, he enjoyed feeling him squirm and desperately attempt not to make noise even more. As his mouth worked, he brought a hand up and gently tugged at the skin, sliding his foreskin up and down.

"Harry, wait," Draco said in a tortured voice.

"What?"

"You're going to make me cum."

"Hm." Harry sat back and thought for a moment. He climbed up and sat on Draco's chest and grabbed his wand from the table. He released the bonds on his hands.

"Finger me."

"Sit up and lean forward."

Harry leaned forward.

"Stick out your arse."

Draco held up a finger to Harry's mouth. He sucked on it for a moment before Draco pulled it out and began to massage Harry's hole.

Harry wasn't satisfied. He raised his wand. "Accio lube!"

The nightstand rattled slightly before the bottom drawer opened a several bottles of lube flew out. Harry raised an eyebrow, but handed a bottle to Draco and said, "Be generous."

Draco poured a good amount onto his fingers. This time, it was fairly easy to slip a single finger inside. Harry "mmm"ed quietly and his manhood began to throb. After a few minutes, Draco had managed three fingers and Harry's cock was dripping a string of precum.

"Enough." Draco stopped. Harry tied his wrists again. He took the bottle of lubricant and poured some into his palm; reaching behind him, he slicked Draco's erection. Still straddling his body, he lowered himself onto the slippery cock. Even after the preparation, it was still a tight fit, but those three fingers were nothing compared the sensation of being filled he felt now.

He heard Draco moan softly when he had finally lowered himself completely. He paused for a moment and allowed his body to get accustomed to the feeling. Then, slowly at first but gaining speed, he slid up and down on his rod. When he felt Draco starting to thrust, he said, "Sit still."

He saw Draco bite back a protest. He could imagine how it would feel to lay back and be fucked. But Malfoy had wanted to be dominated, so this was how it was going to be. The string of precum from Harry's prick had turned into a steady stream from the pressure on his prostate. His body wanted desperately for him to climax–it would only take a couple tugs–but he wanted to feel Draco's orgasm first.

"Harry, please," Draco moaned. "Untie me. Let me fuck you."

"Shush." If he was getting that desperate, he must be getting close. Harry quickened his pace. His body slammed into Draco's with more and more force.

Draco didn't warn him, but Harry saw his orgasm coming anyways. His breath shortened; his hands clenched into fists; his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and concentration. Finally, he came with a long grunt; Harry could feel his cock swell inside him.

And Harry, still riding up and down, allowed himself to wrap a hand around his cock. He arched his back and came with a drawn-out exhalation, cum flying in ropes over Draco's chest and face. When the climax subsided, he rolled slowly onto his side next to Draco.

"Fuck," he said, eyes closed.

"Uh, Harry. Do you mind?"

He lazily opened one eye, then reached for his wand and vanished the ropes. Draco carefully reached up and wiped the jizz away from his eyes.

"Have I told you before that you're a dirty slut?" he asked.

Harry smiled. "Not nearly enough."

"You, Harry Potter, are a filthy, filthy whore."