Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: I am so glad to be done with this chapter. I am not that satisfied with it, but I couldn't do anymore without completely throwing my laptop out the window. I hope you all enjoy.

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A Hit and a Miss

The Gryffindors sat in the locker room silently, each listening to the arriving students and teachers. Each member had their minds focused on random segments of life. Saturday had dawned bright and golden, with a crisp autumn wind racing through the trees. Half of the team sat nursing invisible but aching wounds from the night before.

Ginny looked around the room, disgust on her face, as she eyed her mangled teammates. Leave it to them to go brawling the night before a match. It had taken the rest of the night to calm them completely down. The rest of the House didn't exactly help the cause. Most the boys and even a few of the girls were ready to make a trip to the dungeons to beat some Slytherin ass.

Ginny looked at Harry, who was pacing back and forth, trying to stretch out his muscles. She could tell that something was definitely on his mind. It wasn't the upcoming game; she knew his look for that. This look was something else. She desperately wanted to go and comfort him but she feared his rejection. She had struggled to try and give Harry his space, but it was killing her to do so. She just couldn't understand what she was doing wrong. What had she done to drive him away? He belonged to her, with her, why couldn't he see that?

Hermione and Luna had tried to talk to her about moving on from Harry, that it was time to acknowledge the end of the relationship. Ginny had politely told them to shut up. What did either of them know about love and relationships? Hermione had thoroughly fucked up her relationship with Ron, the one she obviously really cared about, to mess around with Seamus? Ginny wasn't sure what Ron had done, but if Hermione really loved him, then she would forgive him. And how about Luna? She never even had a boyfriend! And now they wanted to give her advice about Harry? They had no concept of love. Ginny would do anything for Harry; and forgive him anything.

She hadn't liked the whole Zabini thing. She wasn't sure what had happened between the two, but there had been plenty of talk going around and she had her own suspicions. After she had eavesdropped on their whispered conversation on the train that day, she knew that the Slytherin was going to be a problem. She also sensed that Malfoy was going to make sure that they stayed apart. She would have never guessed that one day Malfoy would be her silent ally, even if he didn't know it.

Ginny knew that Blaise was bi. She also knew that he had kissed Harry at the lake. Justin was a great source of information if you plied him with a little bit of drink. His favorite topic was Harry. Ginny forgave him his obsession with her boyfriend, only because she knew Harry wasn't gay and would never have any interest in a man. Justin was totally deluding himself if he thought Harry would ever look his way. The one thing she couldn't understand is why Harry hadn't beaten the crap out of Zabini when he had kissed him.

Then there was that crazy incident in Gryffindor last weekend. Zabini was found in the bed with Dean. That had shocked them, finding out that Dean was gay in such an embarrassing way. Zabini had added to the insanity by claiming he had been in bed with Harry! Dean had confronted her, demanding to know why she lied to Harry. She had flatly denied any wrongdoing. He had come to her! It wasn't her fault he didn't remember, was it? Dean had been acting an ass towards her ever since. Boys can be so stupid sometimes.

Harry had been giving her funny looks also. She hoped that he didn't believe that she had anything to do with Dean being outed like that. She wasn't going to deny that she was happy that Zabini was no longer in the picture. He had been hanging out with Dean now, so maybe the two of them would stay together. Dean had been in a pretty good mood during the week. She prayed it was because Zabini was fucking him senseless. Even though she knew Harry wasn't gay, she wasn't willing to take any chances. She was determined to get Harry back, no matter the cost.

Ginny stood up and walked over to Harry.

"I just want to say good luck today. You're going to do great as always." She gave him a warm smile.

He smiled back at her. "Thanks, Ginny. You too. You have been a great asset to the team. You know you'll be captain next year, and have a lot of slots to fill. You'll be great."

"Yeah, it's going to be weird without you as Seeker. I'll miss you." She wanted to say so much more, but knew it was not the time. She had to bite back her words, itching to profess her undying love for him and demand that he come back. Harry nodded appreciatively at her.

He looked at the rest of the team. Ron, Dean and Seamus were all sitting miles apart from each other. Ron was still pissed at Seamus about Hermione, even though he had come to Seamus' rescue against Zabini. Seamus was pissed at both Ron and Dean, the latter because of Zabini. Seamus didn't know if he was more pissed at Dean being gay, not telling him he was gay or being gay with Zabini. He just knew he was pissed.

Dean was pissed at Seamus because Seamus was pissed at him. He was also pissed because Seamus had jumped his new boyfriend at the pub brawl. And you know what, he was also pissed at Harry for busting into his room and outing him; and Ginny for telling Harry the lie in the first place. And for confunding him and Blaise…even though she denied that too. Ok, wait; he wasn't really pissed about that part. Because if that hadn't happened, Blaise would never have ended up in his bed and they wouldn't be going out now.

Harry walked over to the rest of the team. It was time to mount up.

"Ok everyone. This is it. This may be our last game with Slytherin, as least for the 7th years. We kicked Slytherin ass last night and we're going to finish it out on that field today. We're going to put aside weariness, problems and petty differences and unite to kick the shit out of those Slytherin jackasses. This will be our glorious moment to wipe that smirk off Malfoy's face, for one last time. I'm going to enjoy this! Whose with me?!" He put his hand out.

Ron came and immediately placed his hand on Harry's. The others followed suit, shouting death to the death eaters in training. Harry grinned widely.

They mounted their brooms and prepared for the opening whistle. The doors flew open and the team burst out to take a lap around the pitch. Harry caught sight of the green and silver colors of the Slytherin team. He was pleased to note that most of them looked as bad as they did. As was customary, the captains met in the middle of the field for the start of the game. Harry looked across at Malfoy, who sneered back. Harry saw a flicker in Malfoy's eyes, but then he quickly looked away.

Madam Hooch released the snitch, bludgers and the quaffle and the game was on!

It was brutal from the start. Neither team showed any mercy. Crabbe and Goyle were vicious beaters and bludgers rained down on the Gryffindors all day. Ginny was merciless on the Slytherin Keeper, who was hit with the quaffle almost as often as Ginny scored. Seamus took several bludgers to the back, but he refused to give up. Beaters on both teams eventually took to hitting each other with the bats, instead of the bludgers. The chasers kicked and punched at each other, trying to knock opponents of their brooms. Ron defended the goal hoop like a demon out of hell. Harry and Draco were both shouting instructions and warnings to the team.

Harry and Draco became increasingly physical. At a sighting of the snitch, both raced through the air, trying to be the first to grab the golden prize. Draco's hand almost closed around it, but Harry roughly rammed into him, jarring the ball loose. Draco cursed in outrage, flinging out his arm to smack the Gryffindor in the head. Harry retaliated by trying to jerk Malfoy from his broom. He hissed angrily and tried to ram Harry into the stadium wall. Harry managed to zoom away but not before he took out several wood panels. He was inwardly cursing himself. Malfoy had almost got the snitch before he did. He had to be more vigilant.

Three and a half hours into the game, the score was 250 to 90, Gryffindor. Harry could tell that his team was wearing down. They had fought a hard battle and it was now up to him to end it. The snitch remained elusive, however. Harry hadn't seen it since his run in with Malfoy. The blonde Seeker had stayed far away from Harry during the entire game, which was an odd strategy. In past games, Malfoy had practically glued himself to Harry's side.

Draco had purposely kept a safe distance from Harry. He didn't want any distractions during the game. He was already a total mess from last night's emotional revelation. He refused to believe it, however. He was not falling for the Gryffindor. He was struggling to keep his mind focused on the game. He was painfully aware of the other Seeker's presence and he figured that if he stayed a safe distance, then his mind wouldn't stray.

The snitch zoomed past his face. Draco jerked out of his reverie and took off after it. He could see a blur of scarlet and gold heading him off. Draco pushed his broom forward, the snitch about ten feet in front of him. He stretched out his body to try and reach it, but it was just out of range. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Potter racing to cut him off. The snitch was right in front of him, if he could only get to it! He realized that he was going to have a horrible collision with Potter, if one of them didn't move out of the way. He pushed harder.

Harry saw the snitch coming right towards him, Malfoy hot in pursuit. Harry also could tell that they were going to run into each other, if the snitch continued on its present course. He gritted his teeth for the inevitable. He prayed it would be worth it.

With a loud cry from Harry, he reached out to grab the snitch which was only a foot away from him. Draco was half a foot behind it. The snitch darted upward, just as they collided in mid-air. Draco’s arm was thrown upward by Harry’s body and back of his hand brushed the speck of whirring gold. Harry saw it a second too late and he too reached out for it, his fingers feeling the buzz.

Draco's fingers closed around the snitch. He felt it wiggle in his hand and then go still. He thought his heart would explode with joy. He had finally caught the snitch before Potter! He managed to stay on his broomstick as it rocked wildly from the collision. He raised his hand triumphantly.

“Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch. The score is now 250 to 240. Gryffindor wins!”

The stadium erupted in banners of scarlet and gold. But the Slytherins cheered wildly, throwing up green and silver sparklers. Even though Slytherin hadn't won the game, Draco had caught the snitch. That was all they had wanted if they couldn’t win the game. The Gryffindors were all cheering their victory, but the Slytherins were celebrating showing up Potter. Draco was surrounded by his teammates, all clapping him on the back. He landed on the field and his House exploded from the stands, shaking pompoms and throwing confetti.

Harry landed roughly onto the pitch, away from the others. He saw that his team was cheering and celebrating. It was a hard fought victory and they certainly earned it. He couldn’t have been any more proud of them. As captain, he knew he should have been a part of the celebration, but he now knew that he was not graceful in defeat. Not only had he missed the snitch, he lost it to Malfoy! He was never going to hear the end of it. He could hear the Slytherins chanting Malfoy’s name.

The Gryffindors were filing out to the pitch, excitedly hugging the team. He saw Hermione shyly approach Seamus and give him a quick hug, her face crimson. Ron watched the exchange with bitterness, but then was covered in a huge hug by Lavender. He saw that Ron started looking around, along with Ginny and Dean. He knew they were looking for him. He started hearing, “wait, where’s Harry?” He didn't feel like celebrating and he didn't want to hang around for someone to notice him. Grasping his broom tightly, he stalked off the field, shoulders hunched.

Everyone started looking around the field, but the only person who caught a glimpse of his retreating form before he disappeared was a suddenly sullen looking Slytherin.

HPDM

Draco sat at the pub with his fellow Slytherins, quietly nursing his drink. Both Slytherin and the Gryffindors were partying hard in Hogsmeade. As the "man of the hour" for Slytherin, he should've been bouncing off the walls. Draco loved being the center of attention, no doubt about that, but he felt hollow on the inside. He let out a great sigh of annoyance. He had finally beaten the great Harry Potter and he couldn't even be happy about it. He was probably the only one who had seen when Potter left the pitch. He didn't even look back as he stalked off, his broomstick slung over his shoulder.

Draco hadn't seen any sign of Potter here in Hogsmeade. Was he really such a sore loser? He was really getting pissed off at his rival's behavior. He should be here with his own House, celebrating their victory. After all, they did earn it. He had never seen a more ferocious game, except for professional teams. Those Gryffindors fought like avenging angels. Draco had to grudgingly give them his respect for their battle. Crabbe and Goyle had savagely controlled the bludgers through most of the game, and they outweighed their counterparts by a good 100 pounds. They had taken a real beating, but had outscored them.

Draco decided he was done for the evening. He felt restless and wanted to get some air. The pub was full of his Housemates singing and laughing loudly. He quietly left the bar and slipped out of the front entrance, only to be stopped by Pansy, who had grabbed his shirt.

"Draco, please…why won't you talk to me? It's been a week and I've been waiting for you to tell me what's going on! Are we still together?" She held his gaze with desperate eyes.

Draco groaned. He did not want to deal with Pansy right now. Why didn't she just leave him alone? He had been ducking her the entire week. He had hoped she would take the hint, but apparently not. He knew he had to eventually handle this situation. He started to walk away from the pub. She followed behind him.

"What do you want to talk about, Pansy? Make it quick."

She moved to face him and grabbed his hand.

"Draco, I know you're pissed about what I did. I'm sorry! You know that I don't like Weasley! I can't believe that I did that. You have to believe me! You know that right? I only love you! Can we put this behind us? I still want to be with you! Do you still love me?"

Draco stared down at her anguished face. He had never been completely faithful to Pansy. She was a good person though and she didn't deserve that kind of treatment. Draco had figured that if he had to marry anyone, it would probably be her. Marriage was more of a business arrangement in pureblood families like his. Most don't expect to marry for love or anything resembling emotion. It was obvious that Pansy did not share that sentiment. She was in love with him, always had been.

But Draco realized that a lot of things had changed in a very short time. He was in too much emotional turmoil to want to deal with a relationship with her. He recalled his silent plea the night before. He had promised himself that he would go back with her, to force himself to move beyond this lunacy that he was currently experiencing. He willed his mind and heart to accept this.

"Pansy, I'm not mad ok. I know everyone did crazy stuff at the party. Just believe me when I say that I definitely understand. Merlin, do I understand…I'm sorry that I have been distant, just had some things on my mind. But they've been resolved." He gave her a smile, the pain well hidden.

She grabbed him and hugged him hard. "Oh Draco, I thought I'd lost you. You don't know how much this means. I promise it will never happen again. Everything is going to be perfect from now on!" She eagerly sought out his lips. He obliged, swallowing down his disappointment of not feeling the lips of another.

She pulled away from him, smiling happily.

"I have to meet some of the girls in a minute. I can cancel though, if you want to spend some time together. I don't mind."

"No, Pansy, don't change your plans. I'm kind of tired anyway. I was heading back to my room. We can talk tomorrow."

"Ok, Draco. Meet me for breakfast". She kissed him again, and then headed down the street.

Draco watched her go, his heart sinking, the emptiness threatening to consume him. He headed for the castle, his thoughts swirling. Confusion welled up in him and he struggled to keep his mind focused on his decision. Hogwarts loomed in front of him, but he didn't really want to go to an empty room. He headed towards the Quidditch field, his hands shoved in his pockets. The pale white moon was ducking behind a midnight cloud. Draco could hear the sounds of the forest, alive with nightly intentions, calling out to him.

He arrived at the field, relieved at the silence after all the roaring from earlier. He walked towards the entrance, climbed over the gate, and landed gracefully on his feet. He continued walking to the field, eyeing the big hoops at the far end. He jumped slightly when he saw a figure run past him.

Draco craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the runner. His nerves were taut. If someone was running, then that meant someone or something else was giving chase. Draco didn't want to run into the something else. Keeping close to the wall, he moved forward cautiously, creeping until he reached the edge of the field. He saw the figure curving around to make an arc on the far side of the stands. As far as he could tell, the figure was alone.

The mystery person was coming around for another pass. As the figure came towards his position, Draco chanced a peek from around the wall. He was startled to see it was Potter.

Draco watched his nemesis as he ran past him. If Potter had seen him, he didn't acknowledge it. He was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and no shirt. Draco could see the sweat glistening on his still tanned body. His black hair was soaking wet. Draco licked his lips as he watched the boy's back muscles ripple as he ran. He closed his eyes, willing his body and heart to stay in his mind's control. He knew he should turn and go somewhere else, but he was riveted to his spot. Harry was on the far side of the field now and Draco could make an escape if he left now. Why wasn't he leaving?

Shit! He's coming back around now. Gods Draco! Just leave already! What are you doing?? Why are you walking towards him?? Oh for heavens sake! Draco! DRACO!! He's going to see us! Don't blame me when that happens! You beat him at Quidditch today! He's not going to be in a good mood! You are the last person he wants to see! OH Gods! Did you just stand in front of his path?? What the hell? Now look, he's slowing down. He's seen us! You know he could hex us without a wand, now! Did you think about that?? This is a baaaddd idea, Draco! I'm outta here; you are on your own…

Draco fidgeted nervously as Potter ran towards him. He was slowing down as he approached him. He stopped a few feet away from him. Potter rolled his neck around, and then started doing some stretching. Draco watched his movements, fascinated. His sensual movements sparked a fire in the pit of his stomach and a murmur in his dick. Draco sighed deeply and closed his eyes. When he opened them, the Gryffindor was sitting on the ground, doing sit-ups. Draco watched his up/down and back/forth rhythm with growing trepidation. He dug his fingers into the side of the legs, focusing on the pain to keep his mind together. Potter was stretched out on the cold grass. He turned his eyes to him when Draco walked up. He watched him with a cold gaze, but didn't speak.

"I didn't know you ran, Potter."

"There are a lot of things about me you don't know, Malfoy. As a matter of fact, you don't know anything about me. So your news flash isn't all that surprising to me."

"Well, don't we have a shitty diaper? A bit touchy tonight? I guess you didn't have a great day." His sneer was automatic.

"So you came to gloat? Why does that not surprise me either? I'm busy, Malfoy. Go away."

"I'm not here for that Potter. I just happened to be out enjoying the air. I didn't know you were here. If I had, I certainly wouldn't have come down here." Looking at him on the ground like that was making him dizzy.

"Well, now you know. So that means you can find air somewhere else. There's plenty of it away from me. Any direction is fine, as long as it's in the opposite direction." Harry sat up, wrapping his arms around his knees.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Potter, Potter, wow, you can be soo…negative. Why must you always be an asshole? And you save such harsh words for me."

Harry snorted. "That's funny coming from you. Should I cry now? You have deeply wounded me with your observation. How can I go on living?" He gave the Slytherin a smirk. Draco rolled his eyes again.

Harry rolled over onto his stomach, and started doing push-ups. Draco's mouth fell open. His body was reacting to the rapid up and down motion as well. He suddenly had the desire to be under him. Draco tucked his lips inside his mouth to keep from moaning out loud. He had to get out of there. His new resolve to be with Pansy was quickly fading from his memory. He shifted nervously from one foot to the other. Why was he being punished?

Harry abruptly stopped his exercise. The sudden appearance of Malfoy had screwed up his concentration. The blonde's presence reminded him of his earlier failure. He also was feeling some inner conflict regarding his emotions. He still hadn't reconciled the fact that Malfoy had been his first time. It shouldn't have been him. His anger was mixing with his lust, was mixing with his hatred, was mixing with his denial, was mixing with his fear, was mixing with his hope, was mixing with this new unnamed emotion. It was all mixed up! He laid down flat on the ground, and then angrily slammed his fist into the hard ground. "FUCK!" He slammed his fist again.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the violent outburst. He eyed him warily, keeping his distance. After witnessing the magic at the pub, Potter made him nervous. He was unpredictable and moody, like a wild animal and Draco had no idea what to expect from him.

"I should've caught the snitch! I can't believe that I missed it! I'm better than that! Dammit!" He started doing push-ups again.

"Potter, your team still won. What's the damn difference? So you didn't catch the snitch, big deal."

Harry turned vicious eyes to him. The green had turned almost black. Draco could see the irises swirling, like something was alive in them. His mouth parted slightly. His fear and fascination were vying with one another for dominance. Fear won out, when Harry jumped to his feet. Draco had a momentary lapse in his fear, when he spotted Harry's exposed chiseled abs and chest. He could feel the blood rushing to his dick. He blinked hard and shifted himself, willing it to stop.

"It was mine to catch. It's always mine. I have never missed a snitch. You wouldn't understand that." He hissed, a strange shadow sweeping past his face.

Draco blinked in confusion. Did I just see that? He looked behind him, half expecting to see someone. He was mildly disturbed to find no one there. Harry had moved closer to Malfoy, his face void of any expression. He looked hard into Malfoy's eyes and then let his eyes travel down his face.

"You stole my snitch from me. It was to be a gift...for Sirius." He brought his hand to Draco's face, touching his skin. Draco hitched in his breath. His fingers felt so good against his skin. "It's his birthday today." Harry drew back, removing his hand. He closed his eyes, but not before Draco saw his pain and grief.

Harry opened his eyes. Draco looked straight into the sweet emeralds that had haunted his dreams. He turned away from Malfoy.

"What do you want Malfoy?" He asked quietly.

"Sorry about Sirius. I didn't know.”

"Why should you know? You don't care about anything. Sirius was related to you, wasn't he? You don't see anything but yourself. You have never cared about anything, never lost anything. You are a heartless bastard, Malfoy. But I wish I could be like that, to not care about anyone or anything. It would have saved me a lot of heartache and grief."

"You don't know anything about me! You think you are the only one who has lost anything?? My father is in Azkaban! Why? Because he is a heartless bastard. My father is a murderer. Most of his associates are murderers. He has served the greatest murderer of all. He wants me to become a murderer as well. Do you have any idea what that feels like? I can't change who my father is. My family will be forever branded as Death Eaters. I hear the whispers; see people avoid us at wizard functions. Aunt Bella killed Sirius, our own cousin. That is so ridiculously fucked up. Because of her, Longbottom's parents are vegetables. I have looked at him for seven years, knowing she destroyed his family. I feel…bad about that. It wasn't right." His face became drawn in anguish.

"Oh…you feel bad? Well it certainly hasn't kept you from being an asshole for the last seven years! How many times have you treated us like shit? In the entire time I've known you; you have never had anything but bullshit to say. You rubbed it in, that you were the high and mighty DRACO MALFOY. If you were feeling so bad about it, you would have shut the fuck up a long time ago. So save your "confession of guilt", I'm not buying it. You're an unfeeling, emotionally bankrupt snake. Now leave me alone."

"Don't fucking tell me how I feel!! You act so god-damned high and mighty yourself! You walk around here like you're so perfect and expect everyone to be able to live up to your standards and expectations. You are Dumbledore's pet, and no one can live up to him! How do you think the rest of us lowly peasants feel? Do you ever think of that? Even I know that the Weasel is drowning in your shadow. Do you even notice? Or is your head so fucking big, that there is no space in the damned room for anyone else? You don't even have to fight the Dark Lord; your ego can crush him to bits!"

"My ego??? Do you hear yourself?? Do you think I wanted this? My parents are dead! My godfather! I'm listed in some god-damn prophecy that says I'm to kill a vile murderous dark wizard who I have no chance to beat! All of this has been shoved down my throat! I come to school for the first time and some professor I'd never seen in my life tries to kill me. Why? Because he had a fifty year old monster living in the back of his head!

We were eleven years old, Malfoy!! Do you know what that means?! I could barely mix a potion together, let alone fight some wizard who had some forty years of experience over me. You saw him in the forest that night! I had no fucking idea what the hell I was doing! I still don't! I had my first kill at eleven. If you want the job, Malfoy, then by all fucking means, take it!! I don't want it!!"

The emotion and power emanating from Harry was sending shockwaves through Draco's body. He gasped as he felt invisible heat searing his face. He stared at Harry, his face going white. Harry began walking towards him, closing the short distance. Draco saw that the shadow had returned to Harry's face, darkening it considerably. The beautiful eyes were now black as the night, the irises penetrating into his mind. He felt that he was no longer alone in his own body. Draco's stomach knotted in uneasiness. He backed away, his hands digging in his pocket for his wand. He shakily pulled it out and pointed it at Potter.

Harry looked at the wand with a blank expression. He placed his gaze on Draco again, the irises slowly quieting to stillness. He smiled at Draco.

"Put that thing away", he said lazily. He made a quick flicker with his hand. The wand tore itself out of Draco's grasp and flew into Harry's hand.

"It's not polite to point wands, unless you intend to use it." He nodded towards Draco, a sneaky smile on his lips.

Draco looked down, and immediately flushed. His erection was clearly visible through his pants. He looked back at Harry with hate-filled eyes.

"Give me back my wand", he snapped angrily, humiliated that he had been caught. His curiosity got the best of him then. "How did you do that? The spells and everything? That's a lot of magic." He asked quietly.

"I don't want to talk about that, Malfoy. Leave it alone." He started walking towards the stands, the wand still in his hand. Draco followed.

"Why are you so touchy about that? That's great! Most wizards can't do what you just did. You should be happy!"

"I'm not unhappy. I just don't really want to talk about it. I don't know how it started. It just did. I don't know how it works either. I'm trying to understand it". Harry reached down to pick up his shirt. He put it on and ran his fingers through his damp hair. It stuck up wildly, making him even sexier than before. Draco stifled a sigh of pleasure, his erection throbbing painfully.

"Maybe I can help you." He was sincere.

Harry turned disbelieving eyes at him. "Are you serious? You want to help me with something? Are you drunk again, Malfoy?"

"I probably am. But I want to learn how to do that, so can I?"

Harry pursed his lips. "Always out for self, aren't you? I don't know if you would learn anything. It just happens." He wasn't ready to talk about the book yet. Besides, Malfoy was aligned with Snape. He didn't trust the Slytherin to keep his mouth shut about what he had been doing. He wasn't ready to give up the power.

"Come on, Potter. Don't you believe in sharing and all that? Isn't that the Gryffindor way?"

"No, that's Hufflepuff. I don't like to share."

"I don't either, Potter." His voice changed when he said it, realizing there was a lot more said in that statement then he had originally intended.

Harry looked at him sharply, and then he relaxed. He handed the wand back to him.

"Like I said, next time, you'd better be ready to use it." The wicked smile was back.

Draco licked his lips. "Oh, I'm ready to use it."

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the innuendo. He felt himself getting hard. He looked at Malfoy and his manhood twitched impatiently. The silver eyes were boring into him, the invitation clearly there. Harry suddenly felt hot and light headed.

"Ummm…I gotta go take a shower. I'm all sweaty." He hesitated for a moment, not sure of what to do next. Malfoy was standing there, his expression unreadable. "I'll think about what you asked." He turned and started to walk away.

"Where're you going? Don't just walk away. Don't you want to deal with what's happening?” Draco wanted to kick himself. He sounded like Pansy. Gods, this was so stupid!

Harry stopped walking to face him. "Deal with what? That we slept together? You keep saying it's a spell, and to leave you alone, and you're not into blokes and god knows what else. I'm just doing what you said." He resumed walking. Draco hurried to catch him. He reached out and pulled him back.

"Are you saying that you want something else?" He tried to keep the hope out of his voice and off his face.

"Why should I want something that's never going to happen?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, just what I said, or really what you said. You aren't into blokes. So what happened between us was a fluke. What we did was just a fuck, so it doesn't matter." He didn't see the pained expression on Draco's face, which the blonde was trying to cover up.

Draco's chest felt tight. This was not what he wanted to hear, even though it was his own words. He wished that he could change it somehow, to let Potter know…stop it.

"You keep saying that I'm not into guys, but what about you? You said the same thing! So why are you putting this all on me? Do you like guys?"

"I don't know, Malfoy, ok? I don't know what I feel. What happened between us last weekend is absolutely crazy. You and I had sex! And it was….great! That was my first time with a boy and we hate each other! Do you know how disturbing that is?" He could feel himself turning red in embarrassment.

Draco didn't hear anything past the word "great".

"You thought it was great?" He couldn't help smiling.

"Oh so now you think it's funny? Fine, I'm outta here." He marched off towards the exit muttering.

Draco's mouth opened in shock. Potter was finally opening up and now he was storming off again! Dammit! Draco sprinted after him, catching up to him again. They started walking towards the castle.

"Potter, don't be like that. I wasn't laughing. I was surprised that you thought it was great. I didn't think you remembered much about it."

"I don't remember everything, but I know enough. You don't normally forget your first time. I've never been with a man before. So it was like being a virgin."

Draco's eyes widened. He hadn't even considered the possibility of that being his first time. Harry had been a virgin?? He started to grin, but not in a negative way. He felt honored that he had been his first.

"I'm not laughing at you," he said quickly. "I'm…well…flattered. I didn't know you were a virgin. I didn't even really think about it. You sure didn't act like one." He gave Harry a wicked smile.

Harry smirked. “I’m just that good.”

“That you are.”

Harry gave Malfoy an incredulous look. “Did you just compliment me? I know I didn’t hear that right.”

"Look Potter, I just want to understand what's going on here. I mean, you keep coming up to me kissing me and then…nothing. I don't get that. You said it's the drinking, but you haven't always been drunk. So I just need to know where we stand."

"We’re standing in some fucked up shit, that’s where we stand.” He snorted in laughter.

“I guess we are still going to pretend it didn’t happen. And we will never do it ever again.”

They had arrived at one of the main entrances of the castle, facing Hogsmeade. It was time for them to go their separate ways. Harry turned to Draco.

“I guess you can help me with the magic stuff. Thanks.” He looked uncomfortable. He had never thanked Malfoy before.

Draco hesitated before he answered. "Yeah sure, let me know when you are going to work on it.”

He looked uncomfortable too. Harry nodded at him, and then jogged up the long stairway heading towards his end of the castle. Draco watched him go, not wanting the conversation to end. He started towards the dungeon. He had gone a little ways when he spied Pansy coming through the entrance with some other Slytherins. He stopped, dropping back into the shadows. He looked in the direction that Harry had gone. He turned back to look at Pansy. He chewed on his lip for half a second. He followed his heart.

HPDM

Draco felt like a stalker. He hovered as close as he could to the fat lady, praying that someone would come out of it soon. He had his wand out, ready to cast a Disillusion spell on himself. He heard voices coming down the corridor. He drew back into the shadows to hide himself as best he could. Two 6th year Gryffindors approached the painting and called out the password. Draco quickly cast his spell. The portrait swung open and the students entered. Draco rushed in behind them, before the door closed. He hoped they wouldn’t turn around. The spell didn’t make him invisible, only a blur.

The common room was empty and Draco ducked behind a couch to allow the other students to go about their business. After they left, Draco went to Harry’s room. He hoped the Gryffindor wouldn’t hex him for sneaking into their dorm. He knew he had officially lost his mind. A quick “Alohamora” and he was in the room.

Harry wasn’t in sight. The pile of clothes on the floor indicated that he was probably in the shower. As if in confirmation, he heard water start running. Draco hadn’t thought about what he would do now that he was here, so he decided to sit down on the bed. That would give him a big surprise. He stretched out, kicking off his shoes, the bed amazingly comfortable. He noticed a black book sitting on the night stand. He reached over to pick it up. The book looked ancient. Draco had seen a book that looked a lot like this one. His father had one, but Draco was never allowed to touch it. Surely this couldn’t be a book like that. He reached out to touch the cover.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Draco sat up quickly. Harry was standing in the bathroom door, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He didn’t look angry or surprised to see Draco lying on his bed.

“You got in when somebody came in? Always the Slytherin.” He went back into the bathroom. “I won’t be too long, now that I have a guest. Bring me that wash towel please, in the basket.”

Malfoy entered the bathroom, carrying the wash towel. He could hardly see Harry behind the frosted glass of the shower door. Harry stuck his head out from behind the door. Draco went to hand it to him as Harry reached for it and their hands touched. Electricity flowed between the two. They both stared at each other. The rag fell to the floor, unclaimed. Neither one of them noticed it.

"Come here", Harry whispered.

Draco didn't need to be asked a second time. His mouth was connected to Harry's instantly. Harry wrapped a wet hand around Draco's head, pulling him in closer. Draco opened his mouth and Harry's tongue darted inside, seeking treasure. Draco greedily devoured Harry's lips, sucking them hard. Harry moaned loudly. He pulled away from Draco, who whimpered at the abrupt change. He looked at Harry fearfully.

"You don't need those", he said, pointing at Draco's clothes. Draco peeled out his shirt and pants and threw them halfway across the bathroom, his wand falling out and clattering on the floor. Harry peeked at his rising erection and grinned. Draco looked down, blushing.

"Shut up", he said.

Harry pulled him into the hot water. The water flowed out in bright different colors, creating soft bubbles. Steam billowed up around them and water cascaded from all directions. The tub was a large Jacuzzi with benches to sit down on. It would easily fit a whole quidditch team. Lips met again, gently sucking and tasting. Draco put his arms around Harry's neck and suckled his earlobe. Harry ran his fingers over Draco's chest, feeling the slick, soft skin. His fingers trailed over the nipples and he felt Draco shudder.

"Mmmmm", was his response. He leaned back, eyes closed. Harry leaned over him and began to gently suck the nipples. Unknown to Harry, this was one of Draco's spots. Draco sucked in his breath, panting heavily and began rubbing Harry's hair. Harry looked up at him. Draco leaned in and kissed him again, the water flowing gently down on both of them.

Harry began to move slowly down Draco's body. He was pale, but he had a defined abdomen. His body had hardened with the Quidditch skills as well. He had pale blonde hair on his chest, but it could barely be seen. Harry twirled the hair gently. He continued his tour of Draco's body.

When he brushed up against his erection, Draco sighed softly. Harry looked up at him again. He was nervous, but he wanted to give it a try. He remembered everything he could about blowjobs and finally decided to go with what he liked. He brought his mouth down on the head and slowly began to suck, swirling his tongue around, and using light pressure. Draco grunted in pleasure and his breathing became heavier. Harry continued the pressure and began moving down the shaft, still sucking and working the tip with his tongue and jaws. Draco groaned louder and his hips starting pushing into Harry's wet and warm mouth. His eyes were closed and his breath was coming in short gasps.

Harry was unbelievably aroused. His own erection had begun to ache with need. Listening to the sounds that Draco was making was driving him nuts. The thrusting movement, the water swirling, the heat, were sending chills up and down his spine. He increased his rhythm and grabbed the bottom of Draco's shaft and began to stroke it along with his tongue. The combination of the sucking and stroking caused Draco to cry out hoarsely. He was trying to hold back his orgasm.

"Harry…noo…wait…not…like…this…" Each word was ripped out of him. He pulled Harry up. He looked at Draco in confusion.

"Come here, please", His voice was husky, full of need. He pulled Harry up to straddle him. "Can we do it this way, you can control it."

His eyes pleaded with him. Harry nodded. Draco reached over and quickly grabbed his wand. He murmured the lubrication spell and tossed it back on the floor. Harry kneeled down, straddling Draco. Draco ran his fingers over Harry's firm butt. He gently began pressing his fingers into warm entrance. Harry flinched, but then settled to receive the fingers. Draco pressed further into the warmth, Harry flexing his muscles, getting used to the feeling again. He had been drunk before and didn't really know how intense the feeling had been. Draco found Harry's pleasure center and pressed against it. Harry cried out, shocked at sensation. The pain and pleasure had combined perfectly. He writhed eagerly against the fingers, wanting more.

Draco slowly removed his hand. Harry quickly pressed Draco's member into his ready entrance. As Draco entered him, both moaned in ecstasy. He grabbed Harry's hips to help guide and steady him. Harry began rocking back and forth, almost like gripping his broomstick. Draco's fingers dug into his hips, as he gasped in pleasure. Harry placed his hands on the shower wall and worked his hips against his dick, tightening his muscles against it.

Draco began whimpering incoherently, as Harry continued bucking on top of him. He couldn't believe how good this felt. He felt like he was going to pass out. Harry's grunting only aroused him more and he rose up to meet Harry as he was coming down. They both cried out together. Draco was working his hips, caressing the pleasure center with the tip of his dick. Harry was practically crawling out of his skin, each time he touched it. Sweet Merlin! His whole body was blazing with prickly snakes. He had never imagined that sex would feel like this. Somewhere far off, he could hear Draco's moaning and gibbering.

"Harrrrryy…ohhh…don't stop….shitttt…I'm about to cummm." Draco suddenly reached out and took Harry's dick in his hand. He began to jerk it quickly. Harry's eyes rolled into the back of his head and a desperate keening sound escaped him. That was completely unexpected. Draco's fingers worked his tip and sensitive slit, already moistened from the steam, water and Harry's own wetness. All of a sudden, he was cumming, HARD.

"SsssssOhhhhssss…SssMalfoysss…sfucckkkkkksss….sssmmmeeesss", Harry hissed in Parseltongue. Harry's seed erupted from him, just as his muscles contracted on Draco. The unexpected tightening pulled the blonde's release out of him so hard and suddenly, that his voice got caught in his own throat. He grabbed Harry's hips, holding him down as he thrust savagely into him.

"OHHHH….Harrryyyyy….Ohhhhhh…myyyyy godddddddd…" He was gibbering out of his mind. Harry was in the throes of his own release. Feeling Draco fill him only heightened his experience. His fingers dug into the wall, sure that all of them would be broken by the time it was over. He frantically rode him, not caring about anything but the dick inside of him. His blood was pounding in his ears, they were actually ringing. Another wave hit him, and a guttural cry was ripped from him, primal and wild.

Draco felt his mind disappear. His entire body was one big orgasm. He literally became disconnected from reality, like he had short circuited. He lost all control of his thoughts, feelings and everything. He couldn't even hear anything anymore. His body was writhing completely out of his control, his proud manhood filling this amazing man on top of him. He thought his heart was going to explode. Merlin, Pansy didn’t have a chance in hell! Somewhere in his mind, he knew he would never let Harry go after this.

Harry had slowly come back into himself. He was trying to get his breathing under control. He looked down at Draco, who was breathing rapidly. Harry slowly pulled himself off of him and tried to stand. His knees were shaky and the room spun dangerously. Draco slowly opened his eyes.

"Draco?" Harry leaned over him. "You ok down there?" Harry shook him gently. Draco's mouth was dry. He sat up slowly, sensations still coursing all over his body. He looked at Harry in wonderment. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Harry understood the sentiment.

After a shower, they got into Harry’s bed. Both were asleep by the time heads hit the pillows.

When Draco left the next morning, under disguise of his spell, a certain red-head thought she saw a blur leave Harry’s room. A blonde colored blur.


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