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Enjoy =)

14

"Well?" Hermione pressed as Harry served himself dinner.

"Well what?"

"Harry! You know very well, well what!"

Harry sighed as he poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. He had hoped Hermione and Ron's silence meant the two had decided not to bother him about what had happened earlier, but he had obviously been wrong. Hermione had just been waiting for a good moment when he could not avoid answering her questions.

"We had a meeting with Dumbledore and Snape to decide where Draco would be moving to. Obviously, he can't stay in the Slytherin dorms anymore," Harry finally answered, though rather rushed and with an air of irritation.

"Hardly," Hermione agreed, annoying Harry's irritated tone.

"Wait a minute…" Ron's eyes narrowed. "He better not be moving in with us! I'll kill him faster than any of those Slytherins if I have to live with him!"

Hermione gave Ron a glare, but Harry only nodded.

"Draco betted on that. And besides, Snape would never allow one of his Slytherins to become a Gryffindor – particularly not Draco," Harry couldn't help the disappointment in his voice. "He will be living with Snape, at least until the holidays."

"That's probably best," Hermione nodded as Ron shuddered at the thought of living with Snape.

"Yeah, I suppose so," Harry muttered as he looked over his shoulder at the Slytherin table.

"So, where is he?" Hermione continued her questioning to Harry's chagrin.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, surely he's not eating meals with the Slytherins still if Dumbledore thought it serious enough to move Malfoy in with Snape," she explained.

Ron shuddered again at the thought.

"No, I don't suppose so." Harry was starting to wish he had skipped dinner. He wasn't hungry in the slightest, but he had hoped to run into Draco. It hadn't crossed his mind that Draco wouldn't be at his normal place at the Slytherin table which made Hermione's questions all the more irritating.

"Are you ever going to answer my question?" Hermione simply would not give up.

"Hermione, maybe you should leave him be," Ron placed a warning hand on her arm.

Thank Merlin for Ron Weasley.

"I'm just saying that if Malfoy isn't here, he might be in some sort of trouble or need some company is all!"

Harry couldn't stand it any longer. He pushed his plate away from him and stood up. "I need to, er, study or something." As he backed away from the table he could see a triumphant look on Hermione's face who assumed her suggestion had worked. Harry half considered telling her she was wrong, but let it go.

Before he stepped out the Great Hall, Harry turned for a moment to scan the table at the other end of the room. Professor Dumbledore was chatting amiably with McGonagall and Hagrid seemed to be describing some very large and probably frightening creature to a wide-eyed Flitwick. But no Snape. That confirmed where Draco was – somewhere Harry couldn't be. What now?

Harry paced the main corridors for a time, but when students began to flood out of the Great Hall, headed to their respective common rooms, he backed down a secret passageway to a less crowded part of the castle. He had no desire to go to the Gryffindor tower. The news of he and Draco had doubtless spread throughout Hogwarts by now, helped along by the dinner gossip, and Harry was in no mood to deal with the extra stares or awkward questions just yet. Instead, he continued to walk, peering every once in a while into the side rooms as if looking for a place to sit alone. His feet, however, didn't allow him to stop pacing.

Harry was angry. Angry, sad, confused, but mostly scared. What if Draco's fears were legitimate? Snape and Dumbledore seemed to think so, or they wouldn't have bothered moving him out the Slytherin dorms. Harry kicked a nearby door in frustration. All he wanted to do right now was talk to Draco, but that was the one thing he couldn't do right now.

No, damn it, he could.

Ignoring his throbbing toes, Harry headed in the direction of the stairs. Before he knew it, his fist was banging against Snape's office door. He wasn't entirely sure where the dungeon residence was, but he knew that in other parts of the castle the residences connected with the corresponding professor's office. Banging on this door was his best bet.

He didn't have to wait long to see he was correct.

"If you assault my door one more time with your fist, Potter, I'll give you detention for a week!" Snape glared through the open doorway.

"I want to see Draco," Harry demanded.

"Absolutely not. I am willing to discuss visitation rights in the future, but I will not have you barging into my quarters unannounced!"

"Sir," Harry gritted his teeth, "my boyfriend is in there and has had a very rough day. Considering he's been suicidal in the past, you'll pardon my lack of grace in demanding to see him and make sure he is okay."

Snape frowned.

Harry tried his hardest to tone his voice down. Yelling at Snape certainly wouldn't help his cause. "He wasn't at dinner and I couldn't help the feeling I should come check on him. I was worried."

"Draco is fine. We had food brought here so he could unpack and be left in peace," Snape explained, but did not move from the door.

Neither did Harry.

"You are overly stubborn, Potter," Snape finally gave in and swept aside to let Harry through. "Why did my godson have to pick you?"

"My dashing good looks," Harry said without thinking, his success at getting invited inside going to his head. Fearing the worst, Harry looked at Snape only to find the corners of the professor's mouth twinge upward in mild amusement.

"You will leave when I tell you to, is that clear?" Snape demanded more than asked as he tapped his wand on a corner shelf.

"Yes, sir." Harry followed Snape through the hidden door after adding a quiet "thank you."

"He's in the room to the far left," Snape pointed as he settled onto an antique, green couch and picked up his recently abandoned book.

Harry glanced around the room for only a moment before hurrying towards the indicated door. Snape's quarters looked, not surprisingly, like the Slytherin common room. A large window directly across from the entrance offered an underwater view of the Black Lake. A living space took up most of the room, with a small dining area and kitchen stretching off to the right. Two rooms led off to the left, the farther of two being Harry's destination. This time he raised a slightly timid fist to knock on the dark wood door. There was a scuffling sound from within and then the door opened.

"Harry?" Draco's confused eyes met Harry. "How did you…does Severus…how?"

"Stubbornness," Harry replied with a smile. Snape gave a "hmph" from the couch.

The surprise in Draco's eyes turned into amusement and he grabbed Harry's arm to pull him into the room, shutting the door was Harry was clear of it.

And then it was Harry's turned to be surprised. No sooner had the door clicked shut then Harry found himself pressed against the door with Draco's lips pressed hard against his own. The two boys seemed frozen for a moment until Harry, slowly at first, moved his lips against the other pair. Draco followed his lead and, in little time, the two were exploring each other's mouths with tongues entwining. Harry was acutely aware of the growing bulge beneath his robes and was rather certain Draco was in a similar situation as the Slytherin's hips moved forward to brush dangerously close to Harry.

Draco broke away sooner than either would have liked, his lips delightfully red from the encounter. Harry was hardly able to stop the moan trying to escape from his lips at the sight.

"I'm really sorry, Harry, for how I was acting earlier. I was confused and hurt and I pushed you away more than I should have."

"I understand, Draco. It's okay, really it is."

"I'm just not used to having someone I can trust fully. I've always dealt with problems like this on my own."

"You don't have to do it alone anymore," Harry replied with a comforting smile and wrapped his arms around his companion. This time Harry really was dangerously close to Draco, but he kept himself in check, concentrating only on comforting the other boy.

"Thanks, Harry."

"I love you."

Draco's heart skipped a beat. It was the first time Harry had said those words out loud. Sure, he had scribbled the phrase on the notes they had handed back and forth in the halls between classes, but hearing Harry's voice wrap around the three words was something entirely different. The feeling of Harry's arms wrapped tightly around his slender body and his warm breath against his ear was becoming too much for Draco. He felt small, no miniscule, compared to the overwhelming feelings coursing through his body. He buried his face in Harry's shoulder and let the feelings wash over him.

"Draco?" Harry eventually broke the silence, but kept his hold on Draco.

Draco did not answer, but lifted his head up from Harry's shoulder to place his lips against the other boy's. There was nothing rushed, nothing sexual about the kiss, but Harry was suddenly of the hands moving lower and lower down his back. The Gryffindor shivered at the feeling, but then Draco's hands were gone. Harry whimpered softly into Draco's lips at the loss which he was rewarded by Draco suddenly increasing the intensity of the kiss. The Slytherin's tongue found its way into the eager mouth with ease as his hands returned to their path down Harry's back, but this time from within Harry's robes. Harry let the other boy take over completely, responding to the invading tongue with hums of pleasure. But when Draco's hands found their way past the waist of his pants to the bare skin underneath, Harry lost all passiveness. His tongue crashed into Draco's, fighting for dominance until he had won entrance to Draco's mouth. His hands moved swiftly to undo the belt and zipper on Draco's fitted pants.

Harry half expected Draco to stop him as he reached down into the boy's boxers, but Draco only moaned and bucked forward into Harry's eager hand. Harry took this as permission to continue and wrapped his hand around the length of the boy and began rubbing back and forth. The sounds Draco was making into his mouth were beginning to make his thoughts fuzzy. He could feel the dampness in his boxers and the cloth of his pants was becoming uncomfortably tight around him.

Without warning, Harry pulled free from Draco, leaving the boy dazed at a loss for words. "Draco, I want you."

Draco could only nod, unable to find the words he needed.

"I really want you."

Draco found his voice. "Take me."

That was all Harry needed to hear. Within seconds his own pants and boxers fell below his waist and he covered the short distance between he and Draco before resuming their passionate kiss. This time he let his bare member brush against Draco's.

"B-bed?" Draco stuttered as he pulled back enough to point nervously behind him.

Harry nodded and guided his companion to a small, neatly made bed in the far corner of the room. When they reached the bed they each began to shed their school uniforms, though Draco hesitated when only his shirt was left.

"I've been waiting to see you undress for ages. Surely you won't deny it to me now," Harry teased as he sat on the bed and pulled Draco along with him. "Here, I'll help."

Draco let Harry undo the buttons and pull the shirt, somewhat hurriedly off his shoulders. Harry went wide-eyed as he saw what Draco had been hiding. A large bruise was forming across one side of his torso where Crabbe had kicked him earlier that day.

"It's not as bad as it looks," Draco offered when Harry said nothing. "There are no cracked ribs or anything serious; Severus checked."

Harry managed to tear his eyes away from the growing bruise and searched next for Draco's wrists. This was the first time he had seen Draco without sleeves in weeks and he was relieved to see that none of the scars looked fresh. Reassured of Draco's well-being, something Harry had been secretly fretting over, he finally allowed himself to take in the full image of the naked Slytherin in front of him. Suddenly Harry felt very inadequate. Here he was, an awkward and gangly boy sitting before this…this god! Everything about Draco seemed to be perfect. His pale skin stretched enticingly over lightly toned muscles from his time playing Quidditch, and although he was tall and slender, every part of him seemed to have grown in unison unlike Harry whose sudden height made him looked stretched.

"You're gorgeous," Harry stated in awe.

"I've been told my appearance is one of my better qualities," Draco winked.

"I think I should have been the one to keep my shirt on," Harry laughed, embarrassed.

"Nonsense! You're absolutely perfect." Draco reached forward and ran his fingers down Harry's chest, reminding them both why they had ventured to the bed.

"I've wanted this for a long time," Harry admitted as he cupped Draco's cheek in his hand.

"I know." Draco leaned into Harry's palm and closed his eyes. "I have, too."

Harry leaned forward and embraced Draco. His moth moved to find, not Draco's lips, but his neck. Harry started gently, planting kisses along the pale skin and nibbling a sensitive spot he found below Draco's ear. But as the reality of what he was doing became clearer in his mind, Marry found his self-control weakening. His mouth moved down Draco's neck, trying to taste as much of the boy as possible by sucking at the sweet skin. Draco's fingers were running through his hair, down his back, and lower, lower…

"Lay down," Harry gasped, almost out of breath and feeling like the slightest touch from Draco would push him to the release. Draco did as he was told and lay down on his stomach, hoping that Harry could not see the anxiety he was feeling.

Once the boy had settled down in front of him, Harry wetted a finger by slipping it in his mouth. He then carefully placed the finger on Draco's entrance, painfully aware of how new he was to this. Draco shivered at the touch.

"Draco, love, if at any point you want me to stop, you must tell me."

"Okay," Draco's voice cracked on the word and he made to clear his throat. "I'm ready…"

Harry gently pressed his finger inside Draco.

Draco clenched his fists hard as Harry slowly moved his finger farther inside. The feeling wasn't all-together unpleasant, but he certainly wasn't used to it just yet. Breathing heavier than normal, he tried to stay still as harry added one, then to more fingers to stretch and prepare him for what was about to come.

"Draco, try to relax," Harry suggested and placed his free hand on Draco's lower back to comfort him. "You're so tight and I don't want to hurt you."

Draco tried to relax, but found it rather difficult. He was impressed at Harry's patience since, judging from the staggered breathing he could hear above him, Harry was having a difficult time holding on. Draco smiled into the blanket he was laying on. The thought of Harry so close to coming made his own erection grow and, surprisingly, he felt himself relax.

When Harry decided that Draco was as ready as he could be, he slid out his fingers which Draco responded to with a half-whimper. The boy was surprised at just how empty he felt at the loss of Harry's fingers and was suddenly desperate for what he knew was coming next.

Harry was desperate, too, but he tried his hardest not to rush and be gentle. Making sure he was hard enough to easily slide into the boy, Harry crawled up and around Draco's legs until he was in what he felt to be the best position. As a last minute thought, Harry used a finger to smear his pre-cum around his head in the hopes it might make his entrance easier. Feeling he was ready, he pressed himself, gently at first, against Draco's hole, then, with a bit more force he pushed his way into the Slytherin.

Draco screamed.

Harry froze. Unsure whether to pull out or stay put he leaned forward to hug Draco tightly across the back. "Are you okay?" He asked, forcing the words out between pleasured gasps. The feeling of Draco wrapped around him was overwhelming. "What do you want me to do?"

Draco stayed silent, his eyes shut and his fists clenched so tight he could feel his short nails digging into his skin. He hadn't meant to scream, but the feeling of Harry pushing into him was simply too much. Harry's fingers had not prepared him for just how large he really was. He could feel his skin stretching too far around Harry, but as he concentrated on the feeling, he found the warmth of Harry inside of him was oddly comforting. Just as before, Draco found himself relaxing, causing Harry to slide into him fully. This elicited a moan from both Harry and Draco, not of pain, but pure pleasure.

"Don't stop." Draco gave another moan. "Please don't stop."

Harry pulled out slowly, but just before he was completely free of Draco, he eased back in. He knew he couldn't hold on for long; this new feeling was just too much! And he was right. As he pushed into Draco for the third time, Harry's whole body shook. He let out a throaty growl as he spilled out deep inside of his lover.

Draco gasped as he felt the warm liquid course through him and again as Harry pulled out completely. As if he could read Draco's wishes, Harry rolled the Slytherin on his side and wrapped his hand around Draco's pulsing erection. It was only a matter of seconds before Draco had emptied himself on the bed, leaving him breathless as Harry collapsed down beside him.

Neither said a word for what felt like years. As their bodies began to cool down, the two boys began to shiver. Draco pulled the blanket out from under him, but not before Harry had leaned off the bed to find his wand and then fumble through spells until he found a way to clean up the mess. Tossing his wand back on the ground, Harry crawled under the covers with Draco and wrapped his arms around the boy, careful not to bump the bruise.

"Did it hurt too much?" Harry finally asked, unable to quell his worries.

"No," Draco snuggled farther into Harry's arms and chest. "I mean, a little, but it felt so wonderful!"

"Yes, it did," Harry smiled.

"Was I…was I too loud do you think? Could Severus hear?"

Harry cringed, wishing dearly he had thought to use a silencing charm. "I'm afraid it's unlikely he didn't at least hear when you screamed."

"Fuck," was all Draco replied for a while. "Well, I suppose he would have assumed the worst if we had been totally silent."

"Yeah, probably so."

And then pure exhaustion washed over them both and without another word they were fast asleep.

Note: Welp, that was a first. To be honest, I debated for a while whether or not to add in the part after the break *cough* Call me a wimp if you'd like, haha. But I gave in. I'd been leading up to the moment, so I decided it would be a cheap move to leave it out...not to mention, it's an important moment in their relationship, no? -cue sappiness- But let me know what you think. Did I crash and burn? I don't mind if you think so, haha.

Oh! And I asked a question about what age y'all thought they were. I got a few responses back, and it seems the majority of you are thinking 5th year. I'm making the decision to say this is correct xD In my head, I was imaging them to be 16, but in 5th year...which doesn't add up, haha. But with how I set up things (particularly with Snape still being potions professor), 5th year works out best. So they're 15 seeing as it's before Christmas and Harry's birthday is in July and Draco's in June (thank you HP-Lexicon for you over-abudance of HP knowledge!).

I feel like there was something else I was going to mention, but it's flown out of my head. So, as I always end my notes - Review please! Tell me what you think or give me a suggestion. I'm rather fond of the suggestion I got earlier about Snape having a sex talk with the boys, hehe. Not sure if that will make it in, but I'm definitely going to play around with the idea. Review review review!

~TJ