Okay guys! Here's chapter 3! I'm really sorry it took me so long to put this one up...I didn't finish it when I said I would and then it got longer than I thought it would and yeah it just all spiraled out of control. But no more waiting because here's the next part! Except it's not the end yet, so you have more waiting after this...okay, I'm rambling, sorry, it's 1:35 AM which is WAYYYY past my bedtime, and when I'm tired I ramble and I tend to be incoherent...there I go again. ummmm yeah okay enjoy!

As cliché as it felt, Harry's heart was pounding in his chest as he paced the dormitory floor.

"Harry, mate, he said 'look nice'. You have plenty of nice clothes, this shouldn't be so difficult." Ron was sitting on Harry's bed next to a small pile of Harry's shirts. He'd already picked out his pants—faded black jeans that were tight enough to cling to his ass, but not too tight that he'd be uncomfortable if anything were to…get too hard. Harry stood there, shirtless in front of his mirror, holding up the two choices they had narrowed it down to: a grey, button down, long sleeved shirt, and a dark red, button down, short sleeved shirt. Harry was convinced that the grey shirt was too much, but he didn't think that the red one was enough.

"Harry, it's not like you're going to be wearing your clothes for very long," Ron said, snickering. Seeing the look of total desperation on Harry's face, Ron decided to take pity on him. "Alright, Harry, here's one of those rare moments when I'm going to help you with your clothes, so enjoy it. The red shirt may not be as fancy, but you look a whole lot nicer in it. It shows off your arms." Harry stared at Ron for a moment in shock, then went to put the red shirt on when Ron rolled his eyes.

"Wow, mate…you're right. Thanks. Who knew you were such a fashion stud?" He smirked at Ron as the redhead's face started flaming and he rolled his eyes again.

"Just don't tell Hermione…and definitely don't tell Ginny. That's just too much embarrassment to handle." Ron left the dormitory with Harry, and sat down on the common room couch with Hermione and Ginny while Harry walked over to the portrait hole. He turned back to them, trembling slightly with nerves, and tried to smile.

"Well, here I go…" he said, his awkward grin faltering. Ron and Hermione fought back giggles and lost miserably, cracking up into each other's shoulders.

"Alright, that's it, I'm not going," Harry said, defeated and angry. Hermione tried to reign in her laughter while Ron only laughed harder.

"Oh, c'mon mate," he said between chuckles. "Give us a break. You're about to go on a date with…with…" he started to crack up uncontrollably, but managed to choke out "Malfoy!" He and Hermione doubled over, and didn't hear Harry's response as he tried to shout over them.

"You're the ones who told me to go out with him in the first place!" Ginny, who had been sitting quietly with her head in her hands, trying not to get in the middle, stood up and pulled Harry outside of the common room and into the corridor.

"Harry. Ignore them. Ron's a git, and Hermione's…well, she's found this whole thing very funny from day one, so whatever. They love that you're finally going out with Draco, they just also think it's all a bit…ridiculous."

"It is ridiculous!" Harry groaned. "What was I thinking, believing I could pull this off? It's Malfoy. I mean, seriously? It's pretty bloody bizarre, Gin."

"Merlin, Harry, listen to me! Do you like Draco? Yes. Does he like you? Goodness, yes. So what does it matter if it's bizarre, or ridiculous, or anything? Go get your man, and let yourself have a good time, damn it!" Harry, taken aback, just gaped a little before coming to.

"Wow, um. Yeah, alright. Thanks again, Gin, for everything." He smiled down at her, a real one this time, gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and started off down the hall. Ginny stood there, breathing a sigh of relief, and then turned back to the portrait hole with a scowl.

"Now to deal with those two…"

When Harry got to the 7th floor corridor, Draco was already there, waiting for him outside a door in the wall. He was leaning casually against it, his hands in the pockets of his robes. As Harry approached, Draco's eyes raked up and down his body, ferociously taking in his outfit.

"Erm…hey," Harry said, looking anywhere but at Malfoy, eyes settling on his own shoes instead. When he finally looked up, Malfoy was still taking in the sight of him. Harry smiled despite his nerves, and said as slyly as he could manage,

"You know, you have all night to stare at me; we don't have to do this standing in the hall." Draco dragged his eyes away from Harry's body and back up to his face. Even through his blush, Harry managed to smirk.

"Like what you see?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Very much," Draco said, his voice low and rough. Harry's blush deepened but he continued to smirk.

"Well, you said to look nice," he said, all of his bravado a complete show.

"Right, right," Draco said distractedly, eyes wandering back down Harry's front. Harry cleared his throat, still blushing and starting to fidget under Malfoy's intense gaze.

Eventually, Malfoy tore his eyes away and went to open the door, holding it open for Harry. As Harry entered the room, he could feel eyes scoping out his backside, and he heard Malfoy exhaled, letting out the air as if he'd been holding his breath. Harry's blush and smirk both grew as he heard Malfoy murmur something that suspiciously sounded like "What a fantastic bum".

He couldn't resist turning around to say, "What about my bum?" But it was Draco's turn to smirk, albeit without the blushing, because even as Harry turned, asking his teasing question, he realized that Draco had removed his robes.

As Draco's smirk broadened, Harry's eyes widened. They took in the tight, dark green, button down shirt and the black skinny tie pulled snugly under the folded collar and the black, fitted jeans that hugged Draco's hips. Harry let out the breath he'd been holding.

"Draco, you look…"

"Fantastic?" Draco supplied, his smirk stretching across his face. Harry swallowed.

"Edible," he whispered in almost a growl. Draco lifted one eyebrow, his smirk faltering just slightly, and took a step closer to Harry.

"Hungry?" he asked, still coming forward slowly to where Harry stood.

"Starving," Harry answered, his body finally responding to his brain's near desperate pleas to move by taking a step forward. The second Harry moved, however, Draco turned away from him and strode further into the room.

"Good, because I got us an excellent dinner from the kitchen." Harry could literally hear Draco's smirk grow as he talked. 'Bloody tease,' he thought as he made his way into the room. He gasped when he saw a small circular table covered in overlapping silver and gold tablecloths with two green chairs, one on each side. There were plates in front of each chair, filled with steak and potatoes and some salad, and two glasses filled with butterbeer rested in the middle of the table.

Harry smiled at the display. Draco was clearly showing off his competency with the flashy dinner table.

"You know my favorite meal," Harry said, smiling, as Draco pulled out his seat for him and he sat down.

"Harry, I've practically been stalking you for the past few weeks. I know much more about you than you may think," Draco replied, his own smile spreading on his face as he took the seat across from Harry.

As they ate, the conversation came easily to them, flowing seamlessly from topic to topic, and any silence that occurred was far from uncomfortable. They ate and talked and laughed and smiled and their knees would graze and their feet would bump and it was flirty and wonderful and intimate and sweet and sexy, all at once. Harry couldn't have been enjoying himself more.

As they each finished up their dinner, the conversation ebbed away, leaving them in comfortable silence. Harry felt Draco's foot trace around his ankle under the table. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what, so instead he tried to rub his foot back. However, his attempt was futile, because in the next moment, Draco stood up and was next to Harry's chair in an instant.

He held out his hand for Harry to take. Harry grasped it, and Draco pulled him up forcefully from his seat, pressing their bodies flush together. Keeping their hands clasped, Draco maneuvered his other arm around Harry's waist and Harry clutched at Draco's shoulder.

"I'm going to kiss you now," Draco whispered against Harry's mouth, their lips a breath away.

"Oka—" Harry tried to answer, only to find Draco pressing their lips together slowly yet passionately. He didn't try to stick his tongue in Harry's mouth, which surprised the Gryffindor—he hadn't expected Draco to be so sweet. Harry reminded himself that it was their first kiss, and maybe that mattered to Draco as well.

He relaxed further into Draco's body, letting go of his hand in favor of wrapping it around the blonde's neck. He pulled, causing Draco to press harder into his mouth, finally getting their lips to part slightly, which Draco took as permission to take the kiss further. He slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth, licking and massaging every corner. Harry moaned at the feel of it—no one he'd ever kissed had been this attentive, this focused, this fervent.

And Merlin, Draco tasted good. Harry sucked on his tongue, enjoying the lingering taste of their dinner and of the butterbeer, and tasting something deeper, something distinctly Draco, something he couldn't quite place but couldn't get enough of.

Draco's hands grabbed at Harry's shirt, tugging at the buttons and forcing them to open as he pushed his hands inside, tearing the shirt open, almost ripping it apart. His hands roamed carefully but strongly around Harry's torso, gripping his sides, and running along them up to his nipples, pressing the palms into them and sliding his hands up over Harry's neck, pulling him in closer to the kiss. His hands never stopped moving, sliding down Harry's back, returning to his nipples, playing lightly with them with his thumbs. Harry moaned deeply into the kiss, his body loving the attention.

He pulled Draco's tie loose, and tried to take it off, only to have Draco's hands stop him. Draco broke the kiss, looking into Harry's eyes.

"Leave the tie," he said, his voice rough and low from all the snogging. "Trust me…it'll be hotter if you do." All Harry could do was whimper and let himself be drawn back into the kiss by Draco's lips. He left the tie alone, working his way down all of Draco's shirt buttons instead. He pushed the shirt off the blonde's shoulders, caressing his chest the same way Draco had, although probably not as skillfully or as thoughtfully. Whatever he was doing was good enough for Draco, however. The blonde arched into Harry's hands, his own hands clawing at Harry's back, pressing their bodies even closer together and crushing Harry's hands in between.

Harry managed to slide his hands down between their bodies and pulled at Draco's fly. He undid the button and pulled the zipper down, a lot more swiftly than he thought he was capable of, and pushed the jeans down with a hand on either side, the pants bunching around Draco's knees.

They broke the kiss so that Draco could bend down to push them the rest of the way off, and when he stood back up, Harry saw that he had also taken off his boxers. This left Draco naked as the day he was born, and it was all Harry could do to stop from completely devouring him from the sight. He looked him up and down, eyes raking over his body endlessly, soaking in the beautiful skin, all flushed until it reached his manhood, which stood proudly in a nest of light blonde fuzz. Harry stared openly and appreciatively at the long, slender, slightly red cock, licking his lips.

Suddenly, Harry was on his knees, and Draco didn't even have time to contemplate how he'd missed him getting down there before Harry was pressing his lips against the head of his dick and sliding it eagerly into his mouth. He wasted no time in pulling almost the whole length into his mouth. It definitely wasn't the first time Harry had done this, and he definitely knew exactly what to do. His hands gripped Draco's hips, pulling him even further down Harry's throat. Harry swallowed methodically around the hard-on in his mouth, five times, before pulling his head all the way back until only just the tip of the head remained between his lips.

He sucked the head back into his mouth, flicking his tongue around and under Draco's foreskin, his top teeth grazing very gently on the top of his dick. Draco groaned, dropping his hands onto Harry's head, not pulling at his hair, but nestling his fingers deep into it, just holding on for the ride. Harry managed to grin around the dick in his mouth, and slid it all the way back down his throat, swallowing again, four times this time. Then he pulled all the way back again, sucking lightly at the head, pressing his tongue teasingly into the slit. Draco was twisting his fingers tighter, trying desperately not to thrust and even more desperately not to come.

Harry pulled Draco's hips forward with his hands—now grasping Draco's ass—and his dick was sucked back into Harry's tight throat. He swallowed quickly, three times, before pulling his head all the way back again and actually taking Draco's penis out of his mouth, licking along the sides.

Draco snarled at the loss, and Harry laughed lightly at the blonde's impatience before impaling his mouth back onto his cock. He pressed his nose into Draco's crotch, inhaling deeply as he swallowed again, twice. He stayed there for a few seconds, letting his tongue caress the underside of Draco's cock, before pulling away once more. This time, he sucked harshly at the head, as if trying to force Draco's orgasm out of him. When the Slytherin was whimpering and pulling at Harry's head, he figured he must be close, and encased his penis once more in his throat, swallowing hard, just once.

But once more was enough at this point, and Draco came hard down Harry's throat, Harry drinking down every last drop. He slipped Draco's spent dick out of his mouth and licked at his lips, smiling up at the exhausted boy. He stood up, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist, since he looked like he was about to fall over.

"So I'm guessing you enjoyed that?" Harry inquired with a smirk. Draco pulled his eyes up to Harry's, his pupils blown out with lust and satisfaction.

"Sweet Merlin, Harry, where—where on earth did you learn to do that?" he responded, trying not to sound too breathless. Harry's smirk turned into a shy smile, and he let go of Draco's waist. The blonde immediately sat down in the closest chair—the one Harry had sat in for dinner. He gripped the back of the chair with one hand while the other held onto the edge of the table as he caught his breath and his body began to relax.

"This…guy that I met, over the summer, taught me. He was the first boy I was ever with. He called it the countdown method. Get it? Because I would swallow 5 times, then 4, then 3, 2, 1…and blast off," he said, his smile growing even as his cheeks tinted pink with a bit of embarrassment. "It always got me off, so I figured I'd try it out on you."

"Harry. You have got to tell me this chap's name so I can send him a gift basket." Harry laughed at this, the blush ebbing away as his shyness subsided. He was very, very grateful that he had met Griffin that summer…he would've hated looking like a completely inexperienced fool in front of Malfoy. Not that he had really expected to be in this kind of situation with Malfoy before that night on the stairs…

Lost in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice when Draco stood up. Suddenly Harry had a mouthful of tongue, and there were soft hands pushing his jeans and briefs down his legs. He stepped out of them, never once breaking the kiss.

"Time to get you back," Draco drawled. Harry's eyes widened at the words. What had he gotten himself into?

BAHAHAHAA guys how funny am I? Seriously I was cracking up as I wrote this chapter. SO. FUNNY. Yeah...did anyone figure out what Harry was up to before he explained it? haha...bonus points to you if you did! You must be very clever ;)

Chapter 4 will be up as soon as I finish it, I promise!