DISCLAIMER: NOTHING BELONGS TO ME.

"I can't believe SNAPE kissed you!" Harry nearly shouted. It was the morning after, and she had been woken up by Harry knocking on her door, apparently let in by Draco. Now they were all sitting in the commons area, eating some fruit left by the house elves, since no one felt up to going to breakfast in the Great Hall.

Hermione just sighed and continued to eat her grapes. That was the third time Harry had said that so far, and she was just waiting it out.

"I mean," he continued, "there I was, dancing, and then suddenly all I heard is gasping. I look over, and there's my Potion's Master snogging my best friend! Come on now; you have to agree that anyone would be shocked."

Draco sat in his beanbag (today a simple color of that almost white-blue that a super sunny sky gets) looking bored; apparently, his godfather kissing his friend didn't interest him at all.

"Yeah, but you really should've prepared yourself," Draco said idly. "I mean, we knew they were going to go dramatic; Severus did warn us."

"Well, sure, but…STILL! I mean…you know….it's…WEIRD," Harry finished lamely.-

"Didn't look like Hermione thought it was weird; in fact, she seemed quite content," Draco said, smirking in her direction.

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. "Well, of course I looked content; I was supposed to. It wouldn't have sold if I would've looked all freaked out. I had to act like I loved it."

"I'll say; you acted the hell out of that one then," Draco shot back, his smirk becoming more profound by her blush. "Although, he did look sharp. Who knew the old man could clean up?"

"He's not that old, Draco," she said automatically, and blushed deeper when Draco started laughing.

"So…how was your final dance?" she said, abruptly changing the subject, and enjoying watching Draco and Harry both tense up. "One minute you're out on the floor, looking spectacular I might add and the next you're off dancing away from everyone."

"Well, we wanted to give you and Snape your audience back. That's what you needed," Harry said, responding first.

"Whatever, Harry, I'm not buying it. So, did anyone figure out who the mystery men were?" she asked.

"No, but many tried asking. Luckily, they didn't see too much of Harry's scar, or hear my voice much," Draco said.

"Yeah, and no one even bothered to look at our eyes. I mean, mine are awfully bright green; not very common here. And yours are beautiful, and definitely not common," Harry said, and then paused halfway to grabbing an apple after realizing what he said.

A moment's hesitation, then, "You're right, of course. They should've looked at our eyes; we have the most gorgeous eyes of the school, hands down. But alas, not everyone here can have our brains," Draco said smoothly.

Everyone sat for a second, eating, and then heard the tell-tale buzz from the prefect door, notifying them that a prefect either needed them, or had left something for them.

"Draco, can you get that?" Hermione asked, carefully not looking towards that side of the room.

Draco kicked his feet once in a childish manner, and said, "No, you get it; I always get it. I'm tired of them."

"Well, then, you picked a bad day to be Head Boy, didn't you?" Harry said sardonically, smirking at the blonde.

"Funny. I always answer the door; you answer it," Draco insisted, throwing a grape at her when she didn't answer and the door buzzed again.

"I'm not going near that door, Draco," she said in a low, dangerous voice.

Finally, it seemed to hit him, and the blonde's whole face changed as if someone had switched on a light bulb above his head. "Blimey, Hermione, I'm sorry; I completely forgot. You're right, I'll get it, don't worry."

He got up and walked over to the door and opened it partially. They saw him lean his head in slightly, and heard him talking to someone, and then he pulled his head back and shut the door.

Walking back over to the group, he said, "Jack Henslin from Hufflepuff is apparently sick, so that was Cara Porter telling us that she was going to switch him rounds tonight, and he's going to cover hers on Monday. That means she'll be with Henry Bews from Slytherin, and he'll be with Marissa Barron from Ravenclaw."

"OK, no problem; I like when they work things out on their own," Hermione said.

"Me too; it means less shit we have to deal with," Draco said, stretching in his chair again as if he'd just worked a 12 hour day. "So, are you staying out of public eye today?"

"A bit, yeah. I think I'll pop in to see Severus later on though, to keep people talking. But I don't think I'll venture out to the whole school's eye until dinner," Hermione said, already rolling her eyes and the thought of so many watchful people.

"Yeah, good thing no one knew who we were, or they'd be wondering how I conned Harry into dancing with me," Draco laughed.

"Come off it, you didn't con me. If I didn't want to go, I would've resisted," Harry laughed back, and threw his grape stem at him.

"Yes, but resisting just doesn't work with me; if anything, it just entices me," Draco said slyly, waggling his eyebrows like an old time villain.

"Oh really? Well, I'm sure I would've been able to hold my own if I didn't want to go," he said back, smirking.

"I highly doubt that; I can be exceedingly persuasive when I want to be."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you're quite the charmer," Hermione said, her eyes going back and forth between the two like watching a tennis match. Neither boy answered or acknowledged her; they had apparently forgotten she was there.

"Well, that's just a moot point since I went willingly, isn't it?" Harry teased.

"You only went because you wanted to be saved from Ginny again," Draco said.

"That's halfway true, yes," Harry said softly, a pink tint growing on the tops of his cheeks.

"What's the other half then? I know it wasn't the attention you wanted," Draco said playfully, the same tint coloring his cheeks.

Harry suddenly had a great interest in his juice and was unable to answer. Draco shot him a devious look, and flicked his wrist up using wandless magic to spray Harry's face with the contents of his cup.

Sputtering and coughing, Harry turned to face the now hysterical Draco. Quick as lightening, Harry had Hermione's glass in his hand and was now using his own wandless abilities to direct the pumpkin juice like a hose at Draco's head.

There was a slight pause, and then Draco said, "Oh, you're so going to pay for that." Suddenly, it was a full out food and magic fight, and Hermione found herself walking towards her room.

"I'm going to take a shower!" she yelled over the noise of the boys laughing and yelling, but no one paid attention. Rolling her eyes, she went into her room and sound proofed the door.

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(Author's note: this is the only part that's going to be from Draco's perspective. After this, the story will go back to being Hermione/Snape's view.)

Dodging flying orange slices, Draco hid behind Hermione's chair, and lobbed a few pieces of grapefruit quarters over his head. He heard the sound of one hitting Harry, followed by a few choice words. Peeking around his chair minutely, Draco saw Harry's leg sticking out from the end of the couch, and then a part of an arm. It appeared that Harry was attempting to clean his glasses quickly on his shirt because of the grapefruit juice, so Draco seized his chance.

He quickly crept to the back of the couch, making no noise. It was a spell that all young Slytherins had learned back in the day, and it muffled their footsteps and movements. He was almost to the end, and could see a part of Harry when he paused. He saw Harry stiffen and start to turn to look around the couch the opposite way and he suddenly remembered what Harry had told Hermione when he had thought they were snogging in the alcove at the beginning of the school year: he could feel magic around him. That meant he could feel Draco's creptia spell that muffled his movements. Knowing he had mere seconds, Draco acted.

Fast as a cobra, Draco was standing above Harry, but still behind him, and had his wand out over his head. Suddenly, Harry was being drenched in water from Draco's aquamenti spell, and he kept it trained on Harry's face even when Harry jumped up in surprise.

Acting on impulses conditioned from being reared as a muggle, Harry forwent the use of his wand, and simply tackled Draco. Down they both went with a crash, and suddenly they were both wrestling for control. Unfortunately, Draco's spell concentration was phenomenal, and even though he was being attacked, his spell continued; in mere seconds they were both drenched.

It took Draco a few moments to realize that he should stop spraying them with water before they both drown. The water cut off, and both boys stopped, breathing hard. Harry had Draco pinned to the ground, hands on the floor above Draco's elbows, and their faces were inches from one another; their legs were still entwined, with one of Harry's being between Draco's.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit, Draco thought. Nothing else seemed to be able to register. Oh fuck. Ok, good, I can think of a different word. Ok. Fuck. No; definitely the WRONG word to think of. Ok, back to shit. Shit!

Draco wasn't sure what to do. Well, that was entirely true; he knew what he wanted to do, but not what he should do. He figured that they'd be able to laugh this off as another random uncomfortable moment, and chalk it up with the other million they'd had. That was before Harry shifted slightly, and Draco knew by the slight widening of his eyes that Harry had felt the evidence of his arousal. There was no way he couldn't, since it was now poking Harry's thigh in all its glory.

Shit, he's going to freak. Or hit me. Or freak, and then hit me, he thought. He was suddenly hyper aware of everything; his face growing hotter, the water from Harry's clothes dripping onto his, something poking his thigh, Harry slightly trembling-

WHOA! What's touching my thigh? Draco thought, and it was his turn for his eyes to widen as Harry's face came a fraction of an inch closer. Draco realized he was still holding his wand, and he opened his hand and let it roll off. The noise of it hitting the ground and rolling was louder than it should've been, but then again, everything seemed more pronounced right now. Harry's eyes shifted and watched the wand roll away, and then went back to Draco's face.

Ok, Draco; stop being a coward, he thought to himself, biting his lip. Slowly, he lifted his head up a bit, keeping his eyes locked with Harry's the whole time, except for when Harry had watched him bite his lip, and had licked his own slightly. They were now no more than 2 and a half inches apart, and stared for a second longer.

Although both would have you believe that the other started it, the truth is they both came together at the same time.

It seemed that lust and awkward moments had finally taken its toll on the pair, and both mouths closed the gap at the same time, crushing the other's lips with wild force. Both boy's hands were everywhere, either grabbing the other's hair or their back, both trying to get as close as possible.

When Draco scraped his hand up Harry's back to grab his shoulder, Harry gave a low moan deep in his throat. The noise shot straight through Draco and seemed to shoot straight towards where the rest of his blood was heading. They were swiftly rolling around now, both attempting to stand up and both attempting to get to the other's clothes.

They finally managed to stand, and they hesitated for the first time. They were so close in height; they could almost look the other in the eye. Both men stared at the other for a brief second. Harry's lips were already slightly puffy from the force of the kisses, and Draco could only imagine how his face looked. Harry still had one hand cupped on the back of Draco's neck, and the other fisted on his chest, entwined with his shirt, while Draco had both hands on the sides of Harry's face; both were breathing heavily.

In that moment's hesitation, neither male saw a 'no' in the other's eyes, and soon it started all over.

Their mouths crashed together once more, and Draco threw his hand out behind Harry, and his bedroom door flew open by itself. They moved with a frantic abandon, attempting to both get into Draco's room and get the other undressed in record time. As a result, they crashed into almost anything solid; the door frame, the door, Draco's dresser, his nightstand, and his closet door just to name a few. Instead of slowing them down, it just enticed them even more, and they both fought for the upper hand.

With an almighty crash, Draco's door slammed shut from another silent spell. Both men started clawing at the other's clothes; the sound of fabric tearing was one of the loudest noises in the room.

Harry grabbed the front of Draco's shirt and ripped it open with one tug, sending buttons flying all over, at the same time that Draco hooked his finger in one of the already made holes in Harry's old worn shirt. Most of the bottom half of Harry's shirt was now hanging off to the side, displaying the stomach that almost a year's worth of yard labor gave him.

Before Draco had time to admire it, however, Harry had grabbed the rest of Draco's shirt and pushed it down his arms, while simultaneously lowering his head to fasten his mouth to one of Draco's nipples. When Harry grazed his teeth on it, Draco threw his head back with a hiss, and grabbed Harry's hair to push him closer. Harry alternated between to the two nipples, and went from sucking to nipping to licking so fast that it wasn't long before Draco was panting and moaning.

As he worked, Harry's hands were busy unfastening Draco's pants, and soon hand them sliding down his legs. When Draco became aware of it, he pulled Harry's head back up by the fist he had in his hair, and gave him a bruising kiss as he kicked out of his pants. Too fast for Harry to know what happened, Draco's mouth slid down to his neck and throat and started biting at him. It was Harry's turn to start making noises and grabbing at Draco's head, while Draco worked at ripping the rest of Harry's shirt off, and starting on his pants.

Soon, they were both left in their boxers as they finally lost their footing and fell onto Draco's king sized bed. Then came the rapid fight for dominance again as both men rolled around, still wet from the water, plus the sweat that had been building up.

It was Draco who finally reached down to tug at Harry's boxers while Harry hovered over him again, much like how the situation had started, and both sets of eyes met for a second. In that moment, both realized that things were changing, and they would never go back to normal. Even if they stopped now, they had altered their lives; so why not proceed forward? That's precisely what they did.

Harry reached down and started to pull at Draco's, and the brief moment of insight was over; it was back to raw sexual aggression. Draco flipped out from under Harry and had him pinned on his back in the next second. Draco gave him another lingering kiss, and then started to slowly work his way down. He started at Harry's neck again, and started to softly nip at the places he had already bit; there were already signs of love bites appearing. Harry's back arched up each time Draco nipped at the tender flesh and tried to wind his hands in Draco's hair. Draco grasped his wrists in an ironclad hold, and held them at his side.

He finally started kissing his way down over Harry's collarbone, and paused when he got to Harry's chest. Both men had admirable upper torsos, and Draco leant down to lightly flick both of Harry's hard nipples with the tip of his tongue. Smiling at the hiss he heard from above him, Draco lowered his head to take one in his mouth, and started nipping and sucking at it. When he lifted his head, he softly blew on it and heard a loud moan.

He started kissing down Harry's stomach and finally got to his boxers. Since his hands still had a hold of Harry's wrists, he used his teeth to grasp the top band of the shorts and started to pull. Draco finally released Harry's wrists when he had gotten the shorts as far as he could go without the use of hands. He grasped the shorts on either side and slowly started to drag them off of Harry, while Harry lifted his body in an attempt to help and speed things along.

Draco intended to torture Harry for a bit longer, but that was before he saw Harry's dick. It was easily 8 inches in length, and only slightly thinner than his own, but maybe by only a few centimeters.

Without even looking up, Draco lowered his mouth onto it. He took almost the whole thing into his mouth on the first try. Harry's hands immediately clamped onto the sides of Draco's head and fisted in his hair. The sounds coming from his mouth only fueled Draco, and he started using his hands to stroke Harry every time his mouth went up.

Harry suddenly pushed Draco's mouth off of him and flipped Draco into the spot he was just at. There was no slow methodical torture this time; Harry went straight to pulling off Draco's black boxers and tossed them behind his head. He barely had time to register that Draco was approximately the same size as him, before he started to pleasure Draco. For awhile, all that was heard was Draco's moans and expletives.

Finally, Draco pushed Harry back. For the first time, there was hesitation; neither knew quite what was going to happen next. Both had a mad want for being dominant, and both knew that one would have to crack.

Harry suddenly summoned his wand and tossed it to Draco. Draco gazed at it for a millisecond before remembering his own was still in the commons area, and then realizing what Harry wanted.

Hesitating, grey eyes met green, and Harry finally asked the question.

"Have you done this before?"

Draco shook his head no. "I uh..just knew that I wanted to; but I had yet to have the opportunity. Well, I mean, I've tried by myself, but I hear it's not the same. I've had sex with a few girls, also, but I knew it wasn't what I wanted. You?"

Harry shook his head no as well, and sighed. "I had sex with Cho once, but it was just odd. Apparently, she liked it, but I never tried again. And…yeah…I've tried by myself, but I could never…fully…do it."

They were both sitting up on their knees, and Harry leaned in to give Draco a slow kiss. It was a building kiss of passion, the kind that was started for a reason.

Draco brought the hand not holding Harry's wand up to Harry's cheek to cup it, and started to lean into his body. Soon, as the kiss grew, he felt Harry's body relax more and start to lower. When Harry was lying flat on his back, Draco broke the kiss and stared at him for a half second, waiting for the final confirmation. Harry's head slightly nodded, and then he rolled himself over.

Draco used Harry's wand to mutter a lubricating charm, and set the wand on the floor after applying liberal amounts to both himself and Harry's ass. He started to rub his index finger against Harry's hole and as he heard Harry start to make a few small noises, he slowly started to insert his finger. When he got his index finger almost fully in, he started to rub against the edges with his middle finger, and slowly start to insert that one as well. He repeated the cycle with his ring finger, and then slowly started to move them. Harry was fully moaning now, and had even started pushing back against Draco's hand.

Slowly so as not to hurt him, Draco withdrew his fingers, and positioned the head of his dick at his entrance. Making sure he was still well lubed, he started to press against Harry, and entered him.

"AHH! Oh…FUCK!" Harry yelled, and started panting, but attempted to relax. When he felt the whole of Draco's head enter, he felt a moment's relief as Draco stilled.

It was short lived, however, because Draco was only checking to make sure the lube was still on, and then started to push more into him. Reaching around, he started to play with Harry's dick as he continued to slide. The feeling of pleasure from that made Harry slightly forget the pain, and he found it easier to relax.

Draco was now fully sheathed inside Harry, and he started to pull out. He got halfway before going back in, not wanting to pull out completely just yet. Draco had stopped playing with Harry's dick by now, and after a few repetitions Harry started making new noises; louder ones. He started pushing back onto Draco, and Draco started to pull farther out. His hands moved to Harry's hips and he had to grind his teeth to force himself to concentrate on not pummeling into Harry like a jackhammer.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god. FUCK! YES!" Harry yelled. Those seemed to be the only words Harry was capable of saying, and Draco didn't mind. The room was loud with the sounds from both men.

Finally, Harry seemed able to articulate more.

"Oh god, harder! Come on! YES!" he shouted, and Draco was more than happy to oblige. He started pulling all the way out and driving back into him, still not as hard as he would like, but he knew that he wasn't ready for that yet.

"Fuck! I don't want to cum yet! I want to fuck you!" Harry ground out, and Draco started to slow. He had no complaints about switching; he had felt himself getting close as well and there was no way he wanted this to end yet.

Pulling out completely, he tossed the wand to where Harry lay panting, and sat back on his legs attempting to catch his breath. When he saw Harry finally sit up and start lubing himself up, he rolled over onto his knees as Harry had done.

Harry started with the same routine as Draco had done, as Draco figured he would, but he still jumped slightly when he felt Harry's finger attempt to enter him. He had told Harry the truth earlier; he had attempted this by himself, but like Harry, it had never gone as well as he had hoped.

He started trying to relax his body as he felt Harry's ring finger join his other two, and he realized what had started Harry moaning. He found himself slightly pressing against Harry's fingers as Harry had done to him. He did hiss slightly and tense a bit when Harry started moving his fingers in and out, though. Suddenly, he felt Harry's teeth nip at one of his ass cheeks, and it surprised him so much that he pressed back fully onto Harry's hand. The sensation from the biting and going fully onto the fully submerged fingers made Draco yell out in a pleasure he had never felt.

He felt himself almost impatient with anticipation when Harry finally pressed the tip of his dick against him.

Finally, Harry was fully enclosed inside Draco, and they started moving with renewed force. They found a perfect rhythm with one another, and knew exactly when to push forward or push back.

Soon, everything started building; the pressure from within, the pleasure, and the noise. Both men were openly yelling, moaning, or cussing now, and the sounds were almost loud enough to drown out the slap of bodies hitting one another. They were hyper-aware of every facet going on; the feelings were increased tenfold, and even the feeling of the sweat dropping from Harry to mix in with Draco's was felt, and just fueled them farther.

Suddenly, Draco felt a tightening in his balls unlike any he had felt before with an orgasm. He started to yell to Harry that he was close to cumming when Harry started to speed up.

There was a second when Harry tensed up, and then he was yelling and pumping in erratically. The feeling of Harry exploding inside him was enough to drive Draco over the edge and he was yelling; and he experienced an orgasm so intense it made him feel like passing out.

Finally, both men collapsed on the bed. Harry lay straight on his back and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath while Draco lay on his side, slightly raised. After a few moments, Harry felt Draco's eyes on him and halfway opened his eyes to look back.

Draco met his eyes, and just shook his head slightly.

"Sorry. I just didn't get a chance to actually look at you earlier; I wanted to before I passed out," he explained.

Yawning, Harry said half jokingly, "You like what you see, I take it?"

In response, Draco leaned in to give Harry a slow kiss. This one was unlike the others; this was sensual. Draco tried to put as much of his feelings for Harry that he'd had into this kiss, hoping that Harry would telepathically understand.

When he pulled back, Harry's eyes were slightly glazed, and he smiled up at him. And as he pulled Draco down to lay next to him, the last conscious thought Draco had was that maybe, just maybe, Harry had understood him after all.

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Neither one of the boys remembered to put a silencing charm on Draco's bedroom door, which Hermione found out when she came out of her shower.

"Alright, I'm going to go and see Severus, see you guys later!" she yelled to the empty room as she walked out of hers, expecting to see them there. What she found was an empty commons area, and a lot of noise coming from Draco's side of the dorm.

Hearing a noise that almost sounded painful, Hermione was halfway across the room to go help him when it was accompanied by some more noises that didn't sound very painful at all. In fact, it almost sounded like they were-

OH. MY. GOD. Hermione thought, whirling back around to dash to the front door behind the statue. Well, it's about bloody time!