~~~A/N: Here we are, part 2! In case you can't read, this is rated M for a reason- reason being smutty goodness between HarryxDraco. Enjoy!

Harry screamed at his brain to come up with a tactful, witty, and intelligent response. It didn't listen. "What the fuck happened last night?" he squeaked, hysteria obvious in his voice.

The look he received in response both unsettled and aroused him. "Unforunately, not as much as we intended when we set out for my place," Malfoy said heatedly.

"Wait," Harry said, trying (and failing) to avert his eyes as the Malfoy sat up on the bed and leaned towards him. "So . . . so we didn't, you know . . ."

"Not entirely," Malfoy chuckled ruefuly. "Unfortunately, once we got to this stage of attire, or lack thereof, you thought it would be great to imbibe further. Since the detox potion had done a pretty good job of ridding us of the previous alcohol effects, I agreed." He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger angstily. "Terrible idea. You then knocked back a fucking flask of Firewhisky you had somewhere on your person and, as a result, passed out. So, the night from then on was cancelled thanks to your dumb arse."

Harry wasn't sure if he should feel relieved, petulant, or horribly saddened by the lost opportunity to shag Malfoy. He first settled for petulant. "That's not really my fault," he sniffed, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. "Hell, I've only slept with one person since Ginny. And considering who I was about to sleep with . . ." his sentence broke off and he stared at the sheets awkwardly.

"What do you mean by that?" Malfoy asked, a slight edge to his seemingly calm voice.

"I mean that we were going pretty fast," Harry sighed, clutching a shiny green pillow absent mindedly. "I wasn't even sure how to handle the sudden revelations that I got from being around you . . . I thought a drink would calm me down and I got carried away."

"Don't tell me I'm the first guy you've been with? Well, considering being with?" Malfoy asked incredulously.

"You're not," Harry said, a bit hesitantly from the sheer awkwardness of it all. "Hell, I'm 37 years old! It's just, with the last person it was much more casual. With you . . ." He looked away, not sure if he could finish that sentence honestly. Luckily, Draco read his mind and finished it for him.

"With me, it brings back old memories. Old . . . feelings?" His question hung in the air, weighing down the room's atmosphere, and Harry could feel an answer catch in his throat. He saw that the famous Malfoy confidence had melted away, the bravado banished for that moment. He saw that Draco was vulnerable.

"Yes," Harry managed, and the amount of conviction his voice was capable of surprised him. Draco's head snapped up at the answer, his mouth suddenly dry, his body suddenly warm, and his heartbeat suddenly fast.

"Potter . . ." he started, his eyes aglow with something warm and sex-tastic.

"Y-yeah?" The glow did not go unnoticed, neither did his slow approach as he raised himself up, weight supported on his knees, and made his way to Harry's side.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to fuck you into next week now," Draco said, his voice caught somewhere between a whisper and a growl.

"I don't mind." And with that, their lips were crashing together, all traces of awkwardness gone as thet kissed like it was their last day alive. Harry panted, his open mouth an invitation for Draco's tongue to move in and entertwine with his. The blonde gripped him firmly, pushing his down onto the bed as he sat atop him and deepened the kiss. Harry moaned and ran his hands down the other's back, cupping his arse appreciatively as the other pulled his hair. Draco broke the kiss and brought his lips lower, biting Harry's neck harshly and licking the red mark.

"Ahh!" Potter cried, eyes watering with pleasure-pain. Malfoy pulled away with a pointy smirk. "B-bastard, you still have the fangs in!" Harry groaned, and the Slytherin chuckled.

"Don't you like them?" he asked with a wink. Harry was honest with himself; he liked them- a lot. The predatory edge they gave the already dominant wizard transcended beyond sexy; it was supremely sexy. Hell, maybe he had a thing for vampires. . . he certainly had a thing for biting.

Groaning with frustration at the sudden lack of kissing and said biting, Harry pulled Draco's neck down and bit back, his normal teeth doing the job just fine and eliciting a harsh grunt from the other. They kissed again, violent and unrelenting as Malfoy's hand reached between them and cupped Harry's manhood through the boxers, stroking his thumb over the length. He gasped and the blonde responded with a husky: "We really should dispose of this cumbersome garment." He shifted so that he was at Harry's feet, hands on his waistband.

"Lift your hips," he commanded, and Harry did just that, reveling in the feel of Draco's cool, deft fingers as they brushed over his hips and pulled the offending underwear off. There was nothing between them now but air, and Malfoy took advantage of this by running his hands up the length of Harry's body, paying special attention to sensitive areas like his thighs and nipples.

"F-fuck, Draco!" He moaned as the Slytherin delightened in the warm skin under him. Harry kissed him again when he got close enough, gripping his shoulders tightly and biting his lip as their groins rubbed agaisnt one another. They gasped at the delicious contact, and Malfoy began to move his hips, the friction making them harder by the second as a tingling electricity raced up their spines. Merlin, it felt so good!

"Th-this should be illegal," Harry panted. "Illegal to feel so good. As an Auror, I should arrest you- ah!" He cried out as Malfoy grinded their hips together roughly.

"There is error in your logic, Harry," the Slytherin breathed. "You may be the Auror, but I could just as easily arrest you."

Harry keened as they thrusted against one another, their hip bones grinding into each other. "What do you mean? Hnn-how could you do that?"

Swollen lips pulled into a smirk as Malfoy reached out to the beside table and took up his wand. "Well, to be frank, I'm the one with the handcuffs," he purred, and with a flick of his wand, cuffs appeared and bound Harry's wrists together.

"Kinky bastar-ahhhh!" he moaned mid-sentence, his hips rocking as he looped his bound wrists behind Malfoy's neck, eyes shut tight as they ground against each other. "Draco . . ." the Slytherin shivered as the Gryffindor called his name and ground against him with more urgency, both of them groaning and picking up the pace. They slid together fluidly, the bottom one arching his back and hips upward to meet the other's desperate thrusts. Harry's mouth opened in a silent scream as the intensity between them became too much to handle, and he came with his lover's name on his lips. "Dra-Draco!" he cried, riding out his orgasm. The other followed suit, grunting as he released. Harry panted and fought to catch his breath, but the other smirked.

"I'm not done with you yet," he promised, leaning in close to stare into the other's beautiful green eyes. "I've waited too long to take you to stop now."

"Then don't stop," Harry said weakly, and their ensuing kiss sizzled with passion, ending when Draco surprised Harry by flipping him over stomach-down on the bed. Before he had a chance to protest, Draco's mouth was on him.

"F-fuck!" he moaned as he felt a warm tongue slide down his lower back and over his hole, Dracos's lips skillfuly sucking on the rim before his tongue delved into him. Potter groaned when Malfoy put fingers before his mouth, and he sucked on them oblingingly, eliciting a moan from the other man as the pads of his fingers tingled with electricity. When his fingers were thoroughly coated, Malfoy brought the first one to his hole and began ti stretch him gently, sliding his finger in and out slowly.

"More," Harry begged, and the other obliged by adding a second finger and biting the back of his neck. The gryffindor began to thrust into the Slytherin's hands, dark locks of hair faling itto his face as they picked up a fast pace, stretching him out. With the Chosen One properly prepped, Malfoy could no longer control himself, and he lined himself up, hands on Potter's hips.

"You ready?" he asked, desperate with the need to be inside of him.

"Hell yes." Satisfied with that answer, Draco pushed in to the hilt, a moan on both of their lips.

"So tight," Draco hissed, wisps of blonde hair falling into his eyes as he pulled out and pushed in again, holding himself up with one hand as he used the other to stroke Harry.

"I-ahh!-I want to see you," Harry whispered with a charming blush, and Draco removed the cuffs and changed positions so that he was smiling atop Harry, his slender hips resting between his lover's as he thrust in deeply.

"Faster, faster . . !" Harry mewled under him, fisting one of his hands in the silk sheets and using the other to claw his lover's back. Draco pounded him relentlessly, worshiping his body and the strangled cries that ripped their way out of his throat. Harry moved his hips to meet the thrusts as they grew more powerful and more kisses were sloppy but passionate, their mouths fitted together tightly so that not even air could disturb them. Harry finally pulled his lips away with a sharp gasp as Draco repeatedly rammed into his prostate, making him see stars.

"Right there, right fucking there!" he cried, Malfoy moaning in unison as he felt the muscular walls around his prick tighten more and more as their excitement built. With a sharp intake of breath and a silent scream, Harry shut his eyes and came, strands of semen coating their stomachs. The added pressure around Malfoy was too much to handle, and with a final, glorious thrust, he was a shuddering, moaning mess. Sufficiently tired, they collapsed, Malfoy laying on Harry with abandon as his muscles decided they did not want to move again for another hour or so. Malfoy feebly waved his wand and used a quick cleaning spell, but that was the end of his effort. As they lie there trying to catch their breath, the realization dawned on Draco, and he spoke up.

"I forgot to tell you something last night, Harry," he said, looking into the bespectackled one's eyes and draping an arm over his waist carelessly.

"And what is that?" The brunette asked, color rising to his already flushed cheeks.

Draco smiled, winked mischeviously, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Happy Halloween, love."

~~~The End! Hope you liked, leave a review if you like to let me know how I did. Have an amazing Halloween, everyone! :)