A/N: RATED M+! Like shit. X.x This one got away from me, people. For other news a lot less important than that little tidbit, sorry this took so long. I took forever deciding what to do with Harry. As I hadn't actually planned for Pansy to kiss Draco, I gave no thought to how Harry should react to it. But after letting all your lovely advice marinate, I still had no idea. [: So I just started writing and got this stuff. I hope it satisfies at least the majority of you. Thanks for reading/reviewing/following/favoriting!

Waking Up

Chapter 12: Everything New

Harry sat talking to Luna when the chatter around them built up again. He didn't pay it any particular attention until Luna turned to discover the cause of the increased prattle.

When she gave a small indication of surprise, Harry had to turn.

He certainly understood her reaction. He didn't expect to find Parkinson perched in Draco's lap, either. But worse than that, the girl had her hands in Draco's hair and her face firmly planted on the blond's. But all of that was nothing to the fact that Draco was doing nothing to stop her.

Harry was all but deaf and blind to the activity that still went on around him despite the disaster going on before their eyes. It was like a train-wreck. It was horrible and destructive and possibly deadly, but he couldn't look away. Harry could only watch, stunned, as the spectacle played out before him.

Draco wasn't actively touching the girl in compliance, but he wasn't resisting her either. He was probably enjoying the kiss.

Harry felt hurt wash through him despite his shock.

He stared on as the kiss seemed to draw out forever. Eons later Parkinson withdrew for a moment before giving Draco another brief kiss and then licking her lips and climbing off of his lap.

Harry forced himself to continue watching as Parkinson ran her thumb softly across Draco's lips where hers had just defiled them, as if rubbing her kiss into them.

Harry had to look away from the girl as she licked her lips again and spoke to Draco. Harry wanted to see Draco's reaction. Maybe he would snap out of it now and yell at the girl, perhaps recoil from her touch. But he didn't do anything. He just looked at her.

Until he turned to look towards the Head Table. Harry didn't bother looking that way, too. He was too caught up in the fact that Draco had not reacted negatively to Parkinson's attentions. He hadn't reacted at all. Not once.

Then Draco turned to look at him. Harry had no doubt that his confused feelings were openly displayed on his face. Surprise was a mild word for what he felt. Then there was the hurt. He'd just been cheated on before his eyes and Draco showed no remorse whatsoever. He showed nothing but the acknowledgement that Harry had just seen him kissing Parkinson.

But despite his internal turmoil, Harry wouldn't let that be all he felt. He felt righteous anger boil up and almost over inside him. What the hell did Draco think he was playing at? Harry was tempted to get up and go ask him that right then.

But Draco turned from him again, shutting him off from seeing Harry's rage, and Harry saw Snape walk up to the previously entwined pair with a lecture hot on his tongue.

Harry paid them no more mind. Thoroughly put off from eating anything else, and frankly no longer wanting to be surrounded by talk of what just happened, he rose from the Ravenclaw table. Luna rose after him so he escorted her out of the room.

They walked aimlessly for awhile. Harry knew Luna was good at picking up vibes, so she didn't say a word as they meandered. Harry found it hard to maintain his anger in such a calm presence and soon felt some of his fury drain away.

But the hurt was still there. Was there a reason Draco hadn't stopped Parkinson from kissing him? Even if he didn't kiss her back, which Harry was beginning to doubt at this point, he hadn't resisted her advances. And he'd said nothing after the fact. Perhaps he hadn't minded the kiss.

Bugger it. If Draco wanted Parkinson, let him have the girl. They deserved each other.

Harry felt Luna take and squeeze his hand in silent support and realized his anger had started building again. He let out a gusty sigh and squeezed her hand back.

They walked on until Harry heard students approaching them from dinner, talking animatedly. Likely about what had happened therein.

Harry retained Luna's hand as they reversed their course and headed back toward Ravenclaw's dormitories. When they reached the point where common knowledge of the direction of the dorms ended, Harry bid Luna farewell and watched her head down the hall until she disappeared around a corner.

He walked up towards his own common room but was assaulted on all sides by students still talking of Draco's public snog session.

"Did you see the way she kept licking her lips after?" some fourth year girl twittered.

"Yes!" another answered after a giggle. "You'd think Malfoy was made of chocolate or something."

"She did look as if she wanted to gobble him up!" a third supplied.

Then the three of them burst into high pitched squeals and giggles and Harry about hit his tolerance limit.

"Hey Harry," Harry heard from behind him and turned to find Neville striding up beside him.

Neville stopped short when he saw Harry's face. It undoubtedly showed all of his earlier emotions to some degree, plus the annoyance he was currently feeling being surrounded by these fourth years.

Harry watched Neville quickly survey the situation, though he doubted Neville would correctly deduce the cause of his turbulent emotions. Still, Neville could be amazingly observant and had no end of empathy to extend. Despite whatever full conclusion he had reached, Neville did seem to see that the girls were a part of Harry's problem, so he grabbed Harry's arm and lead his friend away from the assemblage.

They walked the rest of the way to the common room in the relative quiet of the hallways. Neville, like Luna, was marvelous at picking up signals in body language as well as words and so said nothing more as they strolled. When they got to the common room, Harry spotted Ron and Hermione by the fire and moved to join them, dragging Neville along at his side.

Harry plopped down in his usual chair and Neville perched on its arm. Harry saw Hermione giving him a look— part sympathetic, part pre-lecture—and he closed his eyes to block it out. He knew she guessed that Draco's behavior had upset him so she was feeling bad for him, but he also knew she was probably feeling superior to have been proven right about Draco's character and was barely restraining an "I told you so" speech. She likely only withheld it because of Neville's presence. Frankly, that's why Harry had brought him over here with him.

"You alright, mate?" Harry heard Ron ask.

Harry opened his eyes to see Ron looking upset, too, but he didn't outright lambaste Draco, probably also a result of Neville's presence. He was glad Ron thought before speaking.

Harry gave Ron a telling look before closing his eyes again. Of course he wasn't okay. He was hurt and angry and wanted to scream his feelings but couldn't yet lest he reveal his and Draco's relationship. If there was still a relationship to reveal. Maybe this was Draco's way of breaking up with Harry, even after the spectacular morning they'd spent together. Maybe Draco had had enough.

Harry sighed again as he realized he was probably over-thinking and jumping to conclusions. Besides, his thoughts were depressing him. He'd just get the truth out of Draco tomorrow sometime. He'd find him after he had his detention with Filch.

Ugh. Well that was certainly something else to focus on. He'd gotten a letter that morning from Snape saying that he would meet Filch tomorrow morning after breakfast to discuss the details of his detention. Knowing Filch, it was going to be something gruesome that would last all day. He'd probably be cleaning all of the trophies in the trophy case with a toothpick and his toothbrush.

With that joyful thought in his head sufficiently distracting him, Harry opened his eyes again and saw his three friends looking at him expectantly.

"I have detention with Filch tomorrow," Harry said and watched the surprise dance across each of their faces. That's clearly not what they expected him to say.

"Do you know what you're going to be doing?" Hermione asked, picking up on the change of subject.

"No, but it will likely be something horrible," he answered.

"You'll probably be cleaning the ceilings or something," Ron said.

"Or cleaning out his office," Neville suggested.

"Maybe he'll have me shoveling snow in the cold," Harry guessed with a frown. His muscles were still sore from being out in the cold two days in a row.

"I doubt that one. The house elves clear the paths with magic when needed," Neville informed him.

"Humph," Hermione said before starting a rant on house elf rights.

Harry let the familiarity of friends' banter get him through the rest of the night with only a few of his thoughts drifting to Draco.

Draco sat in his common room glaring daggers at Pansy who sat across from him smiling smugly. She didn't even care about the detentions she'd landed them both in thanks to her impromptu kiss. They both had a week worth of detention and had a scathing lecture from Snape about how inappropriate their behavior had been, not only for sixth years and Slytherins to boot, but for Prefects especially. Snape informed them they'd be serving their detentions separately because "they obviously didn't need any more time together."

"That was some kiss," Millicent remarked from beside Pansy.

"I thought so," Pansy replied with a smile for the girl.

Blaise's didn't say anything and his face revealed nothing but Draco felt him tense slightly from his place beside the boy. Draco almost thought it cute how Blaise was feeling possessive of Pansy. Though he hoped his friend wouldn't act on his jealousy. It wasn't Draco's fault that Pansy had kissed him after all.

"So are you two getting back together?" Theodore asked.

"No," Draco was saying at the same time that Pansy said, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Draco glared at her harder. She just laughed at him.

"No," Draco reaffirmed.

She laughed again. "Fine. No, we're not. Besides, I've got my eye on someone else (a sly look at Blaise). I was just trying to figure out who Draco's seeing currently."

"And you thought they'd show themselves just because you kissed him?" Theodore asked.

"For a kiss like that? If I thought I had some kind of claim on Draco, I'd certainly react to it," Millicent admitted.

"Exactly," Pansy said and looked at Draco before continuing, probably to gauge his reaction to her next words. "If it's a girl, she'd react sooner, probably right in the moment. Maybe yell or something. Especially if she's a not a Slytherin. If it's a boy (and she put a considerable amount of emphasis on this. Draco suspected she knew his current partner was male), he might be shocked, but probably wouldn't react as quickly. Their minds don't make all the logical jumps as quickly as a girl's. He wouldn't know what to make of what he was seeing. In either case, I suspect someone will soon be approaching me in confrontation. Either that or some prank or another will be attempted on me as a warning, if your partner is a Slytherin. Anyway, I suspect something is coming. And when it does, we'll know who you're seeing," she finished, readopting her smug smile.

"Did you notice anyone respond to the kiss?" Millicent asked.

"Not really," Pansy said. "Everyone was talking about us, but no one seemed overly jealous or anything."

"Though Potter did leave the room afterward with Looney," Blaise spoke for the first time.

Damn the boy's observant nature. He was as bad as his girlfriend.

"Yes, but I hope you're not suggesting Draco's sleeping with Potter," Millicent said.

"Unless you think Drake's seeing Looney," Pansy laughed. Everyone else soon joined in.

Draco showed no outward signs of nervousness, but his heart rate had increased considerably. The only reaction he allowed himself to show, though, was a lift of his eyebrow and a bored expression to show the lot of them he was not amused by either suggestion.

"If you're done with the ridiculous guesses, can we move on from discussing my sex life?" he drawled. "It's hardly any of your business, is it, as it doesn't currently include any of you?"

"Oh, but it could, Drakey," Pansy teased, leaning toward him as if she would kiss him again.

Draco maintained his bored expression with the lifted eyebrow to show her her theatrics did not move him.

She just pouted before flicking his nose and moving back in her chair.

"You're no fun, Draco. Whoever this new partner is, they've changed you. Got your balls in their hands, do they?" she said.

Draco scowled at her but refrained from answering. He'd never admit it, but it was true to an extent. Harry did hold a part of him. And frankly, Draco wasn't sure when he'd given it. Or Harry had taken it. Either way, a piece of him was missing and Harry was its new owner. This knowledge settled uncomfortably inside him. He'd never given of himself before, never had a real relationship. Harry really had changed him.

And Draco had hurt him. Well, Draco preferred to think Pansy had hurt him, which allowed Draco to be mad at Pansy instead of feeling guilty himself, something he'd almost never bothered feeling before. Still, Harry was hurt, which was a problem. Draco had seen it in his eyes when Harry had stared at him in the Great Hall. Before his true feelings had been masked behind his barely controlled fury. He hadn't even been looking in Pansy's direction. All his hurt and shock and anger were directed at Draco alone.

And though a part of Draco was slightly cowed by that kind of rage (because really, only an idiot wouldn't realize that all that fury built up in someone as powerful as Harry spelled trouble for its target), he was also fairly turned on. This was exactly the reason he preferred blokes to girls. No female could make him both fearful and hard at the same time.

And Harry was even an exception to the general rule (when wasn't he always?). Harry was the boy that even the Dark Lord feared. Harry was the boy that always survived- because of skill and luck and help, true, but he still survived. Harry was apparently the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord, and Draco was nothing compared to that.

But while he feared Harry, he didn't actually expect his raven would hurt him. At least no more than their old animosity ever had. He was more expectant than he probably should have been. He was almost anxious to see how Harry would respond to this new threat. Draco wanted to see the falcon's power unleashed.

And as powerful as Harry was, Draco had had him at his mercy time and time again. Had stripped him of clothes and sanity and defenses. Had turned this boy into a whimpering, squirming mess. Had reduced him to a liquefied heap of flesh on the ground after explosive orgasms. Had had Harry all but begging for his touch.

Draco was feeling fairly powerful himself now.

He smiled to himself at the thought.

"Looks like that's a 'yes,'" Draco heard Theodore laugh from across him.

Draco tuned back in to see Pansy smiling at him like she'd already known the answer to her question. He refrained from rolling his eyes at them both.

"If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go to bed. Apparently I have detention tomorrow morning," he said with a glare for Pansy before rising.

"Don't let us keep you," she responded with another smile.

"I hope you have an unpleasant night," her bid her before leaving.

That night, Draco dreamt of the many possibilities of how Harry might seek retribution. Harry wasn't usually one for taking revenge, but Draco could dream, couldn't he? And all of his dreamt punishments were delicious. Dream Harry sought reprisal much the same way Draco did- sexually. And in Draco's head, Harry was quite creative. It was almost a reward more than a penalty.

Draco awoke as hard as he'd ever been in Harry's company. He only wished Harry might act out all of his fantasies. He would die happily if that last one was fulfilled. He shivered in anticipation before touching his aroused flesh. He wanked to the memory of his dreams and was still trembling from the orgasms it had given him when he went to shower.

Draco sat in the Great Hall beside his usual companions. Harry sat at the Gryffindor table as usual, but on the opposite side. Today he sat with his back facing Draco. Draco wondered if this was telling of how Harry was going to treat him in light of Pansy's actions. He hoped not. Harry ignoring him was not conducive to the many fantasies that Draco was hoping to play out. He would have to talk to the raven today after his detention and try to do some damage control.

Besides that, breakfast passed uneventfully; though Draco did notice more looks shot his way than usual. They were mostly by giggling girls from lower years, but he did notice a few guys and girls from his year and older giving him appraising looks. A few of them were even rather heated.

But none were heated so much as Weasley's, but not in the good way. If looks could burn, Weasley's glare would have turned Draco to a cinder. Weasley's actions did not bode well for determining Harry's response to yesterday's event. Perhaps more damage control was due than he'd thought.

When breakfast was over, Draco and Pansy approached Snape. Draco, watching Harry, noticed the raven go over to Filch. It was only then that he remembered Harry had gotten detention recently, too.

"You will be spending your detentions with me, Ms. Parkinson. Since you like to create spectacles, you will be helping me demonstrate some. Next week, my fifth years will be making potions that simulate an animagus form. You will be the tester for these potions along with some of my fifth years," Snape told Pansy.

Draco watched Pansy's cheeks go slightly red. He assumed she didn't revel in the thought of being put on display as an animal for his students.

"You will come to the classes that do not interfere with your own class schedule. For days that you are not able to demonstrate, you will join me after dinner and help me to prepare for my other classes. This will include gathering and preparing ingredients," he finished.

"You, Mr. Malfoy, I am placing at the mercy of Mr. Filch. I am not positive what punishments he has planned for you, but I have been assured they will be suitably retched. Your detentions, starting Monday, will take place directly following dinner and end before you are to perform your Prefect duties. Mr. Filch is aware of this stipulation. For this weekend, you will begin following breakfast and will end before lunch. Today, you will be joined by Mr. Potter," Snape informed Draco.

Well that was certainly a perk. Draco would be able to see Harry sooner than he'd planned.

"Yes sir," he told Snape before the man dismissed him.

Draco made his way over to where Filch stood with Harry. Harry shot him a level look. It was filled with annoyance, but Draco saw a bit of the hurt that he'd noticed yesterday rimming the green orbs.

"Well c'mon, hurry up!" Filch yelled at him when Draco didn't move fast enough.

Draco refrained from glaring at the man, but nor did he increase his pace. He simply stared back at Harry as he walked. He wasn't sure how to approach the boy yet. Not that they could really discuss anything yet with Filch there to overhear everything. He'd try to broach the issue when the man left them alone to their work.

"I've got a special treat for you two, I do," Filch said when Draco was in earshot.

Instead of explaining that cryptic thought, he just turned and led them out of the Great Hall. They followed silently and Draco took the opportunity to gauge Harry's body language. His face was set in a scowl as if he was unhappy with his present company and situation. His posture wasn't straight, it never was, but it was straighter than usual, as if he was making an intentional effort to block himself off from something. Or preparing himself for something that might shake his resolve. His hands were clenched as if they were ready to be thrown in a fight. Or maybe that's just where Harry forced most of the tension he was feeling.

Draco started paying attention to where they were going when he noticed they were in the dungeons. They had already passed Snape's quarters and the Slytherin common room entrance and even the private entrance to his quarters. They were headed toward an unused part of the castle. As far as Draco knew, no one came down this far except amorous lovers looking for a bit of privacy.

"Professor Dumbledore intends to begin using this area soon and thus it needs cleaning. Guess who gets that great honor," Filch said on an ugly laugh.

He led them finally to a large room that was covered in grime, mildew, and spider webs. Like most rooms in the dungeons, it had no windows to cast any welcome sunshine within this dark prison.

"And that there's the chains that we used to use to hang troublemakers up by their feet!" Filch said in reminiscent tones. "Those I want you to shine 'til they sparkle. You understand?" he glared down at Draco and Harry.

The boys nodded their understanding.

"Now you two get this room clean. You have this soap and water and cloths to work with. No magic, ya hear? I'll know if you've used any. This work requires good old elbow grease," he finished.

Draco looked at the old man as if he were mad. "No magic? You expect me to actually scrub with my hands?" He'd never done anything of the sort. Did he look like a house elf? And even house elves had magic!

"I do and you will!" Filch explained. "Professor Snape left your punishments up to me and this is what I'm assigning. You will scrub this area from top to bottom until I can see myself in the stone. You got that? Now get to work!" he yelled before leaving them to it.

"He must be out of his mind," Draco said, almost to himself.

He noticed that Harry hadn't made any complaints to this assignment. He looked over to see that Harry had removed his robes and jumper and had rolled up his shirt sleeves. The boy actually got to work, dipping the cloth into the water and went to scrubbing at the walls. Draco watched him in amazement. He moved as if he did this manner of work all the time.

"Harry," Draco said.

"Why'd you do it?" Harry asked without turning around.

"What?" Draco asked at the unexpected question.

"Why'd you do it? Kiss Parkinson."

"Oh. I didn't. She kissed me."

"But you didn't stop her."

At that, Harry turned to look at Draco. His eyes looked angrier than they had on the way down here, but the hurt was also more pronounced.

"Yes, well, I was a bit shocked," Draco answered.

"No, I was a bit shocked. You were near catatonic. You didn't move at all until Snape approached you. Then you just looked at me for a moment before turning away."

This was not going at all the way Draco had pictured it. He'd imagined Harry being jealous, but this was more than he'd bargained for.

"It was just a kiss, Harry."

"Did you enjoy it?"

Harry asked this casually, as if it didn't really matter. As if the tide of this whole conversation didn't hinge on Draco's answer to this one question.

Draco wasn't sure how to answer. 'Yes' was clearly the wrong thing to say, despite it being the truth. Pansy was a good kisser. Draco ought to know- he'd helped make her so. But he knew none of this was wise to admit to Harry.

Draco wasn't good at this. He wasn't used to defending his actions to people or making excuses for enjoying the pleasures offered to him in life. Draco didn't say anything, but Harry must have found his silence speaking.

"Are you trying to tell me something, Draco?"

Draco just looked at him confused.

"No, what would I have to tell you?"

"That you were done with our arrangement, perhaps?"

"Arrangement?" Draco asked, trying to figure out Harry's line of reasoning.

When Harry didn't answer, it finally dawned on Draco that Harry meant their relationship.

"No! Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"I'm not sure. I've never been in this situation before. But it looked like you were enjoying that kiss, Draco. Is that what you want?"

Harry had long since ceased cleaning the wall and was now approaching Draco, the emotions in his eyes such a tangled mix that Draco was hard pressed to identify them.

"Is this what you want, Draco?" Harry asked before letting his eyes fall shut and kissing Draco softly.

It was a barely there kiss. Just a warm press of lips. A soft slide of skin on skin. Harry didn't demand anything of Draco. Harry was the giver. Openly. Wholeheartedly. He was almost lax, his lips almost yielding and molding to Draco's. But not quite.

They were still the lips of a male. They weren't truly meant to give in completely. It was in their DNA to take, to command, to fight. Draco sensed the resistance in Harry to yield entirely, even though it wasn't right on the surface. Draco had made a study of this boy over the last several years. He knew Harry's actions and feelings almost as well as he knew his own.

But Draco didn't kiss him back, remaining still much as he had when Pansy kissed him. But for a different reason. Draco was letting Harry get whatever he was feeling out of his system. If Harry needed to prove he could be delicate, then Draco would let him, even if that's not what either of them wanted.

Harry withdrew slightly.

"Is this what you want, Draco?" he whispered against Draco's lips.

"No," Draco whispered back.

Harry withdrew further, more confusion and hurt apparent in his eyes. He'd clearly taken Draco's words the wrong way, but Draco didn't plan to give him anymore time to think on them and jump to more insane conclusions.

"This is what I want," he said before smashing his lips to Harry's.

Yes. This is what he'd been craving. This aggression. This passion. His own and Harry's.

Draco was working off a bit of his own frustration. Did Harry seriously think Draco wanted to leave him for Pansy? After wanting him for all of these years? If Draco wanted Pansy, he could have her and wouldn't have to go through much trouble to get her. And he'd have the human decency to tell Harry their relationship had come to a close before he started seeing Pansy again. That was common practice among the Slytherins, at least. The starting and ending of couplings or trysts were common among them, and to avoid any bad blood, it was always laid out at the beginning the conditions of these arrangements. This kept the endings completely amiable and allowed for further dealings where necessary or desired.

But what was between he and Harry was more than that. They had more than an arrangement, as Harry called it. They actually had a relationship. Hadn't Draco actually called Harry his boyfriend? He never did that. Harry didn't realize how bloody special he was. Draco had made many concessions for this. He wouldn't have his sacrifices tainted by calling them a common term.

Harry hadn't reacted to Draco's kiss at first, but he soon responded properly. Where he had been the giver, now he took. He forced his way into Draco's mouth and let their tongues wrestle. His hands sought Draco's skin, fighting his clothes to find an opening, removing his robes as he went. Harry held him hard enough to bruise and Draco let him. This was what he'd been hoping for. He made no complaint when Harry moved to stand behind him.

Harry's hands made their way up to Draco's hair and pulled. Draco hadn't been expecting that so his head yanked back without resistance. With his neck bared, Harry sank his teeth in. Draco cried out.

Harry began licking and sucking at the spot his teeth had landed on and Draco knew he'd have a hickey there before long. He really couldn't be bothered to think of the consequences of that right then, though, because the hand that wasn't tangled in his hair was working at loosening his belt.

Draco moaned quietly when the belt gave way under Harry's workings. Harry unfastened and unzipped Draco's trousers and Draco's prick got harder at the mere thought of Harry touching him. But Harry surprised Draco and didn't go directly to his shaft.

His fingers played about Draco's hip for a moment before moving up to caress his side. They meandered off to Draco's abdomen to tickle the sensitive skin there before drifting down to tangle in the hairs at the base of his dick.

Harry had left off tending to Draco's hickey and simply ran kisses and licks along his face and neck. The hand in Draco's hair made its way under Draco's shirt to massage and pinch his nipples and the hand that had played with Draco's pubic hair moved to caress his balls. If Draco had had enough brain cells to think, he might have wondered at the prophecy in Pansy's words. When the latter hand shifted to finally touch Draco's length, Draco let out a gusty sigh.

The fingers on his shaft ran up and down in whispery strokes. Light as a feather, they put no pressure on Draco. It was no more than a hint of what could happen and only sufficed in working Draco up more instead of satisfying any of the desires it elicited.

Draco's breath was coming out in pants at this point. Harry was more of a tease than Draco had taken him for. He hadn't seen this side of his raven since their first night in the Room of Requirement. That was the first time Draco had acknowledged that Harry would do well in him, er… by him.

As if Harry had been reading Draco's thoughts, the fingers that had been playing along his pole moved up and around Draco's body. They slid down the crack of Draco's arse and Draco had to draw in a sharp breath.

"Soon," Harry whispered against Draco's ear and Draco felt his entire body shudder.

"Merlin," he breathed.

How long had he been waiting for this? How long had it been since he'd last had real sex? He was feeling like a gay virgin about to be penetrated for the first time.

He felt Harry smile against the side of his face as Harry's finger worked its way between his cheeks to get closer to him. When it found his hole, it circled around in a teasing sort of way. Or maybe one to alert Draco that he wanted in.

"It's a shame that we don't have any lube here," Harry said softly.

Draco was trying to work up the air to suggest Harry use some of the abundance of pre-cum that was currently pooled in Draco's pants and still leaking from his penis when Harry withdrew his hand from Draco's pants.

Before Draco could get disappointed, though, Harry stuck his index and middle fingers into his mouth and pulled them out drenched in saliva.

He returned his fingers to the entrance of Draco's hole before shooting the blond a look.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

Draco couldn't even begin to describe just how 'okay' this was, so he didn't try. Instead of attempting to voice his agreement and risk embarrassing himself with the gruffness of his voice, he simply nodded.

Harry cracked a bit of a smile before working his middle finger into Draco slowly. The saliva wasn't really enough lube and the finger's entrance burned, but Draco wouldn't complain for all the world. It had been too long since he'd been entered by anything.

After a moment of adjustment, Draco got his internal muscles to relax and they accepted Harry's finger.

"Good?" Harry asked him.

Again, Draco only nodded.

"Can I move it?"

Draco nodded harder.

And then Draco felt his insides being tickled. Harry moved his finger slowly, aware that Draco's body was still adjusting to the intrusion. He set a steady rhythm, pushing in, pulling out, pushing back in farther than the last time. It didn't take any time at all for Draco to match his rhythm, rocking his body back onto Harry's finger as the raven pushed in.

"Do you want two?" Harry asked.

Draco cleared his throat before responding.

"Lube them first. I think my gallon of pre-cum might suffice."

Harry laughed but complied.

He removed his finger from Draco's arse and went back to teasing his balls and lower head for a moment before dipping lower to swipe through the pre-cum pooled in Draco's pants.

"You weren't kidding," Harry said. Draco could hear the smile in his voice, even if he couldn't see it. "Are you sure you haven't actually come yet?"

"I think I would know if I've completely come," Draco said. He was about to make a very sarcastic remark but Harry returned his hand to Draco's shaft and the words slid back down his throat with the air he had just dragged through his mouth.

Harry kissed his cheek and swirled his fingers around Draco's length a few times, saturating the rest of Draco's penis in his own pre-cum, before he dipped his fingers in the pool again to lube them up for Draco's entrance.

Harry returned his fingers to Draco's entrance again and this time, they were more than sufficiently wet. He slid his middle finger back into Draco to reacquaint him with the feel and Draco's muscles accepted him with the ease of putting into practice an old skill. Harry moved in and out a few times and Draco felt his muscles work around Harry's appendage. It felt good, but it wasn't enough.

"Here comes the second," Harry said.

He removed the first finger almost completely to allow the second to enter, too. This burned again as it forced Draco's out of practice body to stretch again; but when Harry went back to working his fingers in and out, Draco again adjusted and found the pleasure masked behind the slight pain.

This was better. He felt fuller. He heard the moan escape his throat unbidden as Harry worked him. He felt Harry kissing the side of his face again and so turned so Harry could reach his lips.

Harry kissed him and tangled his tongue with Draco's, even at the odd angle. The hand that had been playing with Draco's nipples earlier moved down to take its counterpart's place teasing Harry's shaft. This was an excellent complement to the fingers teasing Draco's insides.

When Harry's fingers took a turn inside Draco and brushed against his prostate, Draco jerked in Harry's hold. Harry smiled against Draco's skin, clearly proud of himself for having found it. Another brush against his prostate caused another spasm of Draco's body. These jerks actually created a rather lovely friction between Draco's length and Harry's hand, so Draco couldn't quite protest.

But Harry didn't spend all of his time teasing Draco's extra-sensitive gland. He returned his fingers to pumping in and out of Draco, only touching the prostate sporadically and heightening Draco's sense of pleasure because he never knew when to expect the touch.

Draco was moaning uncontrollably and panting when he could draw the breath for it and shuddering in Harry's arms nonstop.

He could feel his orgasm building, but apparently so could Harry. Whenever Draco got right on the edge of it, Harry would stop all movements to try to let it die down again. When Draco went lax in his hold again, Harry would resume his pumping of Draco, inside and out.

It was really more than the blond could take. He moaned again, but fought off his orgasm when he felt it building again. He didn't want Harry to know it was so close. He couldn't deal with hanging on the edge again. Draco felt Harry brush his prostate again and the orgasm he had tried to fend off came rushing over him in torrents.

He opened his mouth in a silent scream. He couldn't even find the air needed to give it voice. The orgasm was overwhelming. It was stronger for all that it had been constantly put off. He felt his legs give out under him and he sank to the ground in a puddle of bliss. Harry sank with him, a move that pushed his fingers even further into Draco when they settled on the ground.

A moan for this bubbled in Draco's throat, but didn't get much past it. He was too tired.

Harry just chuckled at him before carefully removing his fingers from Draco's arse. He groped the cheeks again before removing his hand from Draco's clothing altogether. A swish of his hand had it clean.

He kissed Draco's temple before allowing his other hand to dip to Draco's penis' head again to swipe at his cum. When he removed this hand from Draco's anatomy, he sucked two of these fingers into his mouth to taste Draco's essence.

Even through the dim of Draco's delirium, he saw the light of an idea spark in Harry's eyes. A mischievous smile graced his lips in complement to whatever idea was brewing in his head.

Draco wanted to ask what he was up to but breathing was already too much of a task just then. So he just let Harry do what he wanted. He was going to lie down until he could think again.

Harry walked over to the bucket of soapy water he was using to wash the walls and bent down to wash his hands in it. He brought his hand out of the water relatively clean and smiled.

Then he grabbed his rag, dipped it back into the bucket, and resumed washing the walls.

A/N: So tada! That's what you get! I hope you all liked what I did with Harry. You got a bit of everything- sad Harry, insecure Harry, threatened Harry, more secure Harry, demanding Harry, teasing Harry, all the good stuff! And can I say that I sincerely hope you people get as retardedly fangirly as I do while reading this stuff. Swear, I've never written a sex scene quite like that (penetration, that is) and just went with random facts I knew from reading others'. But my gawd I had to stop writing several times to deal with the thoughts going through my head before I could put it into words. *_* (And for anyone who thinks what I made Harry do with Draco's cum is gross- you're probably right, but it amused me, so I did it anyway. So there.)

Random writing fun fact: So I wrote this during the majority of yesterday and I was listening to music on my laptop the whole time. There are all kinds of music on my laptop and for the most part I keep my media player on shuffle. So while I'm writing the part where Harry first starts running his fingers down Draco's arse crack, a gospel song comes on. You know I had to change. I cannot write porn with gospel playing in the background. X.x It's sacrilege, I swear.