One Sweet Day

Harry looked up at the clock tower as they returned to Hogwarts. It was nearing supper time, and his stomach was growling gently. "I say we get something to eat," he said. "We can get something from the Kitchens, and take it up to the come-and-go room instead of eating in the Great Hall."

Draco nodded his agreement, and followed Harry while they put the Invisibility cloak back into his trunk. "So how do you know to get to the Kitchens, Golden Boy?"

Harry sighed, shaking his head. "You're impossible. Do I look golden to you?" He dodged the question, choosing to argue good-naturedly instead. Draco looked him over, taking in his sun-browned skin.

"Yes." He said, and laughed. "At least compared to me," he held his arm against Harry's, and looked at the contrast between Harry's tanned arm and his pale skin.

"You need to get out of those dungeons more," Harry teased. "You glow in the dark."

"You glow in the light," Draco retorted happily, noting that his skin did look luminescent in the fading sunlight. They found the familiar painting, and entered the kitchen.

"Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby all but shrieked, throwing himself at Harry's leg. "Dobby is being so pleased to see you!"

"Dobby?" Draco asked, looking down. "We used to have a house elf named Dobby. My father's personal servant."

"Yes, I ah... liberated him my second year." Harry felt uncomfortable, wondering how Draco would take it. To his surprise, Draco threw his head back and laughed. "Hi, Dobby," Harry said, feeling pleased. "Can we get something to eat?"

"Certainly, Harry Potter, sir! It is being Dobby's greatest honour to be getting him some food." Dobby scurried off into the bustle of the kitchens, and returned moments later carrying two trays full of food.

"Thank you, Dobby," Harry said, and Dobby beamed at him, ignoring Draco as if he weren't there. They wandered out of the Kitchens, holding their trays, and had to dodge sporadic groups of people coming in from Hogsmeade. They made it back up to the room without mishap, and Draco eyed it warily, but didn't say anything as they entered. Harry blinked at the sumptuous space the room provided them. There was a large, comfortable looking couch, set in front of a roaring fireplace and a small table, and behind that, some board games both Wizard and Muggle, and tucked into the corner, almost inconspicuously, a large, curtained bed.

"Just what were you thinking about when you called the room, Harry?!" Draco asked, laughing. Harry flushed red, and shrugged.

"A place I could spend time with you," he explained, eyeing the bed warily. Draco chuckled, and seated himself on the couch with his tray. Harry flopped down next to him, and began eating. Conversation was sparse and just when Harry was about to start thumping the arm of the sofa for noise, a small violin appeared in the corner and began playing itself. It was joined by a piano, and the music filled the room softly.

"This is... nice," Draco said. "I never thought I'd be spending time with you of all people, but... I'm glad I am."

Harry looked over at him, a little surprised, and blinked in shock when Draco set his sandwhich down very deliberately, and turned towards Harry. "That was some kiss, in the Owlery," he said. "I'm never going to be able to go up there again without thinking about it."

"Me neither," Harry said, feeling a bit breathless as Draco practically undressed him with his eyes. When the blond shifted closer, Harry found himself leaning towards him, and when he leaned over and kissed him, Harry opened his mouth without any hesitation.

The next thing he was aware of was Draco filling his lap, nuzzling his neck. He pressed himself flush against Harry's body, and wriggled slightly, creating friction between them. Almost against his will, Harry found himself getting hard. Draco caught Harry's hand in both of his own, and brought the fingers to his lips to kiss. Harry's eyes closed as the feelings of a warm, wet tongue against the pads of his fingers went straight to his cock, making it jump in response. Draco kissed and licked his way over all four fingers, and then pressed his lips against Harry's palm. This garnered the most reaction of all, and when his tongue slipped out to press against the sensitive skin, Harry moaned quietly. Dropping his hand, Draco turned his attention to the other one, paying it the same attention. Before he was done, Harry was writhing under him, arching slightly and panting.

"God, Draco, tease!" he breathed, jerking his hips against Draco's again. The blond Slytherin leaned his head back and rolled his hips so their erections pressed together through the fabric of their jeans. Harry whimpered, and Draco gasped, rocking slightly.

Fingers grasped at Draco's arms, and Harry's head fell back against the sofa under the onslaught. "Draco..." he murmured, and Draco shifted their position so they were laying lengthwise on the couch, pressed together at every point. He wiggled again, drawing another gasp from the Gryffindor, and then sat up above him, tugging Harry's clothes off quickly.

"Are you... sure?" Harry asked, knowing that if Draco stopped now he'd die.

"I'm sure," Draco whispered, pressing a kiss to his throat. Soon, they were both nude, and Draco pressed two spit-wettened fingers against Harry's arse. "Are you?"

Harry leaned into the touch, trying to force Draco's hand. "I've never been so sure. Do it now."

He pressed the fingers in only as many times as he thought he needed to in order to prepare Harry. When he was almost ready to spit into his hand for lubrication, a small tube appeared next to him. "Mmm...strawberry flavoured. My favourite." Harry's face flushed again as he considered the ramifications of strawberry flavoured lube, and then Draco was pushing into him, filling him and stretching him. The pain quickly dissolved under the onslaught of sensation, and it took years before they were both climaxing, shuddering against one another in their completion.

"Mmm. Let's not wait too long before doing this again," Draco murmured into Harry's sweat-damped skin. Harry, half asleep already, could only nod his assent.

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