A/N: Hello again! I thought that, seeing as my mind refused to concentrate on any of my other fanfics (stupid brain), that I'd continue this one.
So here is the fruit of my labour. Hope you enjoy (god that sounds creepy)…
Aaaaanyway… Do read!
"Harry," Draco purred into his lover's ear. "Why won't you leave the she-weasel? I want to be seen with you, I don't want to see her at your arm all the time. You're mine, not hers. Harry, I…" he paused. He wasn't sure how the other boy would take this. "I think we should come out." He blurted helplessly.
Harry paused his actions, lips hovering mere millimetres from Draco's exposed neck. He looked up at Draco, a quizzical expression pasted on his face. "Seriously?"
"I'm dead serious, babe. I want people to know that I love you and that I'm with you, that you belong with me. I want everyone to see how good we look together. We should tell people."
"I can't, gorgeous."
"Why not?" Draco sulked.
"I want to, honestly I do-"
"Well then what's stopping you?"
"Love bites, Draco. But…" Harry grinned slyly. "Fortunately for you, so do I." Draco sat up against Harry and placed their heads together. The Gryffindor bit Draco's lip teasingly before giving the blonde a deep, passionate kiss, hand moving further and further down Draco's toned body, pushing him back down onto the couch the pair currently occupied.
"God Potter, you're too irresistible:" Draco whispered between moans as Harry kissed his way down Draco's chest and started peppering kisses along the blonde's waistline delicately. "Why did you stop?" Draco pouted.
Harry looked up at the blonde from where he was, lying on the grey-eyed boy's stomach. Aaah, God. His face is near my crotch… God, I wonder if he'd- Draco pushed his fantasies to the back of his mind for a moment.
"Because I don't want you having too much fun. Yet." Came the reply with a suggestive smirk occupying the Gryffindor's face.
"Are you sure you're not secretly a Slytherin? Don't be such a tease, Potty. Come on, you know you want to." Harry couldn't deny the way Draco looked at him, with such suppressed longing, made him want to give the poor blonde what he wanted.
"If I do…" Draco's face flooded with joy. "Would you… I don't know, Drake. I've never done this, I don't know what to do…"
"Harry, you can trust me."
"I know, Drake. I know."
"Look Harry, if it's not what you want right now, if you'd prefer to wait, I'd be fine. You'll be worth the wait."
"No, no I do want it, it's just… the idea of it."
"Harry, have I ever told you how adorable you are?" And Draco pulled Harry so that the bespectacled boy's knees were straddling his hips. He lifted his head from the couch pillow it had been resting on, and his lips met Harry's in a frenzied kiss.
"No – you – haven't, aah Draco!" Harry breathed between separate kisses, exclaiming as Draco knocked at his knee, making him fall uncomfortably onto the smirking ferret of a boy.
"Oh hush hush, Potty. Do you reckon we should move to the bed?" Draco hinted. Harry hesitated. "It's fine if you don't want to, don't worry. It's what you want that matters. My dark-haired angel."
"I want to." Said Harry resolutely. "I want this." And with that he rose from the couch, pulling at Draco's wrist and dragging him along.
They stood just at the side of the bed, limbs entwined in an embrace, arms eagerly exploring new territory. Harry gasped as he felt a hand run down his side and grasp his arsecheek. He felt the blonde's mouth form a smirk against his lips as the grip tightened slightly. Draco leaned back and fell onto the double bed, Harry tumbling onto him.
"Are you sure about this?" Draco asked, kissing him gently.
"Positive." Harry then removed Draco's shirt, with some difficulty, along with his own. Then, after some twisting and position changes, both he and Draco lay on the bed in nothing but their boxers. Harry felt hands run their way all over him, leaving the skin covered in goosebumps. Soft lips ran over his collarbone, peppering kisses on the sensitive skin that made Harry shiver pleasantly. Blood pooled in his groin, and he heard a chuckle from behind him as the blonde saw the now-obvious bulge in Harry's underwear. He turned around, and noticed that his partner was lying on the bed, completely naked, and was sporting a rather sizeable-stop staring! Harry exclaimed mentally, before averting his eyes quickly.
"You can look all you want, Harry." Draco purred. God, I wonder what it tastes like. Oh my God, what am I thinking? Mental images filled his brain, of Draco doing unspeakable things to him, and of him doing unspeakable things to the Slytherin. He felt a dull flush creep up his cheeks, and cursed. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, babe."
"I want to, it's just… God, I just want it so much, it's driving me insane!"
"I'm known to have that effect on people." Draco grinned, devilishly handsome as always.
"Hmm… I'm sure you are, babe." Harry grinned, looking so very much like his lover. "So… One question."
"Of course I'll marry you Potter." Draco joked.
"Not the question, but I'll hold you to the answer. No, what do we do? And how?"
"Harry, you are so adorable sometimes." Draco smiled and kissed his Gryffindor.
A/N: Let's give those two some privacy, eh?
So what did you think? I really didn't want it to end up really smutty because I CAN'T WRITE SMUT! Fluff and angst, sure, but smut… -_- I mean I've discovered that I am, in fact, amazing at smut (not to toot my own horn, but)...
Still. Let me know what you thought, thank you!
I will update the others, I promise, please don't kill me.
So… Live log and prosper!