Who Knew

Thanks again to those who reviewed! This is one of my favorite chapters (although I do have many more), and I really hope you will like it, too.

Kera: Thanks for the tip about the disclaimer. I figured I didn't need to do it, but since I mentioned the movie, I wanted to cover all basis. :)

Black Padfoot: Aww, Stef, my faithful reviewer. :) Yes, I loved that version, too. Baz has such a creative eye. I'm really glad you liked the chapter! It makes me so happy to know that people are actually enjoying something that I wrote. :) haha Mmm... a massage would be nice right about now. And from Harry? Much nicer. Here's the next chapter. I do hope you will like it, which I think you probably will. All I will say... YUMNESS! (is that even a word?? Oh well, it is now!)

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“Potter!” Draco called out across the Great Hall, receiving a few snickers from his table.

Harry rolled his eyes, not wanting to look over. It was finally the last day of their bet, and he was exhausted from all of the things he had to do for Malfoy. He really couldn’t take anymore. The Slytherins had continued bothering Draco, demanding he make Potter do more things, finally winning him over when they started teasing him about going soft. And there was definitely no way Draco Malfoy would let them believe he had gone soft.

It was times like those when Harry would question his need for the blonde Slytherin. He became this different person when around his friends at school and he hated it, but he also couldn’t help liking him too, knowing who he truly was away from school. But as much as he knew Malfoy had to keep up his façade, it still hurt nonetheless. The things he made him do were so demeaning and made him feel worthless, especially tonight, when Malfoy told him he had to dress in something nice. And why was this necessary? Well, a Slytherin like Malfoy couldn’t be seen with a shabby Gryffindor like Potter, that was why. Or so he heard.

“I think Malfoy’s calling you,” Hermione said, looking across the table at Harry.

He clenched his teeth, as he stared over at her. “I know,” he gritted. “I just need a few more seconds.”

The last couple of days had been rather lonely, as he and Malfoy were not able to comfort each other like they were previously doing in the beginning of the week. Sadly, there was always at least one person waiting for him to do a next task or something.

Hermione sighed, seeing the irritation on his face. “At least it’s the last day of your bet,” she offered.

He nodded, as he heard Malfoy call his name again. He took a deep breath, before standing up and walking toward the Slytherin table. “You rang?” he drawled.

The Slytherins continued to laugh, while Draco became fixated on the boy’s attire. His heart leaped, as he saw how beautiful he looked. He really did miss him in the last few days. He took a big gulp, before smirking, “Well, don’t you clean up nice.”

Harry narrowed his eyes, as he waited to hear what his next task would be. Draco took a sip of his pumpkin juice, before standing up. “You are to follow me,” he demanded, as he walked away from the table of laughing Slytherins.

Harry rolled his eyes, as he turned around and followed the blonde boy out of the Great Hall. They walked in silence, with Harry still feeling frustrated behind him. He had no idea where they were heading, but at that point, he didn’t even care. He knew wherever they were going was not going to be fun, seeing as how it was the last day of their bet. And if he knew Malfoy, which he believed he did, then he knew it was going to be a very long night ahead of him.

He was snapped out of his thoughts, when he realized they were stopped in front of the Room of Requirement. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused why they had stopped there. Draco turned to look at him and smiled, when he saw the boy’s confusion. He then grabbed his hand and led him inside.

When they entered the room, Harry’s eyes opened wide in amazement. There were hundreds of lit candles everywhere, giving the room a very romantic ambiance. In the middle of the room was a decorative table set for two. Harry took a big gulp, as he turned toward Malfoy.

Still holding his hand, Draco lifted it up and kissed it, as he stared adoringly into the boy’s green eyes. “You like?” he whispered.

Harry felt his eyes water, realizing how much thought Malfoy had put in. He just couldn’t believe he could think up something so romantic. “I…I love it,” he finally said.

Draco smiled, as he led him to the table. They both sat down, staring at the wonderful meal in front of them, with their hands still linked together on the table. Draco squeezed Potter’s hand, causing him to look up into his eyes once more. “I’m sorry for this week,” he began apologizing. “I know what I did was childish and it did pain me to see you going through that.”

“Not enough to make you stop,” Harry smirked.

“Well, I’m no saint,” he smirked back, before clearing his throat. “Potter, remember when I promised things would get better for you?”

“I understand, Malfoy,” Harry sighed, sensing another apology coming. “Sometimes it’s hard to live up to promises.”

Draco smiled, “Well, it’s not over yet.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in puzzlement. “What are you talking about?”

“I have two more demands, before this bet is officially over,” he answered. “One is that I want you to kiss me right now.”

Harry smiled, as he leaned across the table, giving him a light kiss on his lips. He sat back in his chair, curious about the next demand. “And the second?”

Draco licked his lips and smiled. “I want you to demand something of me.”

“Like what?” Harry questioned, not sure what to ask of him.

“Anything,” he replied, as he stared deeply into Potter’s green eyes. “And I mean, anything.”

“So, if I wanted you to go hug Ron right now, you’d do it?”

Draco clenched his teeth, before slowly nodding, “If you wanted me to.”

“Or perhaps I could make you do all the Gryffindors’ homework, like you had me do for your house,” he mused.

“Just say the word.”

“Or,” Harry smirked, “maybe I could demand that you make the bet go on for another week, with me calling the shots.”

“I wouldn’t hesitate to do it,” he smiled.

Harry tapped his finger on his lips, as he continued to think about all the possible things he could get him to do. Draco watched in amusement, knowing the Gryffindor was enjoying that sudden bit of power he had. He really did hate how he treated him over the week and knew that was the best way to say he was sorry.

“Are you hungry?” Harry suddenly asked.

Draco shook his head, “Not really.”

“Me either,” Harry smiled, as he stood up from the table.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, before standing up as well. He followed Potter to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat down next to him. He could see him pondering over a few things and decided to remain quiet, until he was finished.

Harry looked over at Malfoy and smiled, as he leaned in closer, pressing his lips on Malfoy’s. Draco smiled behind the kiss, as he wrapped his arms around Potter’s neck, pulling him closer. They continued to kiss for a few more minutes, until Harry backed away, brushing some strands of hair away from Malfoy’s face. “Thank you,” he smiled.

“For what?” Draco curiously wondered.

“For everything,” he replied, as he lightly kissed the tip of his nose. “For this summer, for this night, for just being you.”

“Potter,” Draco gulped, feeling his body begin to tremble at the thought, as he stared into his captivating eyes. He had never felt like that before and it scared him. “I think I…” he then stopped, not able to say anymore. Instead, he leaned in, kissing him once more.

The two passionately kissed, allowing their tongues to explore each other’s mouths. Draco soon took charge, as he slowly pushed Potter on his back and hovered above. He softly moaned, as he ran his hand along Potter’s chest, nibbling at his bottom lip.

Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s body, pushing him closer to his chest. He moved his hands along his back, before slipping them underneath the boy’s shirt and roaming around his smooth skin. He began lifting the shirt up a few inches, needing to feel more of his skin.

Feeling Potter’s hands on his bare back, Malfoy lowered himself to his neck, sucking at the tender spot he knew Potter liked. He slipped his hand underneath Potter’s shirt, moving it up and down his chest.

Harry moaned, when he felt Malfoy’s hand move along his body. Needing even more skin contact, he lifted Malfoy’s shirt some more and, seeing no drawback from the Slytherin, pulled it completely over his head, dropping it to the floor. He moved to kiss the boy’s neck, as his hands ran up his sides.

Draco groaned at Potter’s kisses on his neck and tightly squeezed his shoulders, needing more. He slightly raised Potter’s shirt, admiring for the first time his bare stomach. He licked his lips, as he gently ran his hand over it. Wanting to see even more, he quickly lifted Potter’s shirt further up, before pulling it over his head and dropping it next to his own on the ground.

As soon as his shirt was off, Harry pulled Malfoy’s body closer, needing to feel his naked chest close to his. He kneaded his fingers on Malfoy’s back, as Malfoy slithered down, running his tongue over Harry’s chest, leaving little kisses along the way.

“Shit, Malfoy,” Harry gasped, feeling an aching desire for more of the boy’s touch.

Draco smiled, knowing his kisses were causing Potter much pleasure. He then sat up, staring at the bare-chested Gryffindor underneath him. He firmly pressed his hands down Potter’s chest, stopping just above his pants.

Harry stared up at him, feeling his slender fingers glide slowly underneath the waistband of his pants, but going no further. He licked his lips, as he glanced down at Draco’s naked chest. Draco licked his own lips, seeing the want and desire behind Potter’s eyes. Harry looked up at him again and nodded, answering the burning question behind Malfoy’s eyes.

Draco moved his hands up Potter’s sides, while lowering his body over the boy’s bare chest and feeling his warm breath on his lips. “Are you sure?” he whispered, as a few strands of hair fell over his eyes.

Harry brushed the strands away from Malfoy’s face, smiling into the beautiful gray eyes before him. “Not only am I sure, I demand it,” he responded. “I want you inside me, Draco.”

“I was hoping that would be your demand,” he smiled, before pressing his lips against Potter’s and moving his hands down his body and over to his pants once more, where he began to unbuckle them.

“Draco,” Harry gasped, feeling his body tremble at the touch. “I think I…” he paused, not sure if he should continue, a bit scared he would ruin the moment. He closed his eyes and moaned, when Malfoy started nibbling on his ear, feeling his warm breath enter inside. “I love you, Draco,” he suddenly breathed out, not able to think about anything else at that moment.

Draco stopped nibbling on his ear, as he looked over at Potter in surprise. Harry quickly opened his eyes, realizing what he just said out loud. He shook his head, seeing the stunned look on Malfoy’s face. “No, I mean…” he then stopped, realizing there was no way to get around it. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t take back his words, not that he really wanted to anyway.

Draco slowly moved closer to Potter’s mouth, teasingly leaving a mere inch of space between them. He stared into his green eyes, feeling his warm breath graze over his lips. “I love you too, Harry,” he smiled, before closing the gap between their lips, ending their childhood feud once and for all and finally becoming lovers.

Harry moaned, as he wrapped his arms around Draco’s back, pushing his body closer to his chest. “I want you, Draco,” he whispered. “I want you so much.”

“Harry,” he exhaled into the boy’s mouth, before finally releasing his tasty lips and moving his kisses down Harry’s chest. He flicked his tongue over one of Harry’s nipples, causing him to gasp in delight. Realizing how it was affecting him, he continued tongue teasing the hardening pink nub, while he moved his hand over to the other nipple and gently tweaked it, hearing another gasp sound from his lover’s lips.

He then lowered his hand back down to Harry’s pants and unbuttoned them. He stopped kissing his chest, as he leaned back and slid off the boy’s pants and boxers. He licked his lips, as he stared at the fully erect cock that was begging to be touched.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped.

“Mm, yes please,” Harry smiled up at him.

Draco took in a few shaky deep breaths, as he stared at the naked boy beneath him. Although he wanted this more than anything, he was still very nervous. He never had sex with a guy before and was scared that he would somehow hurt him.

“I love you, Draco,” Harry softly assured him, while running his hands up and down Draco’s legs which were straddling his thighs.

Draco bit on his bottom lip, as he worriedly stared at Harry. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I trust you,” he stated, as he lifted his legs up so his knees were bent and his feet were flat on the couch, showing Draco the rest of his beautiful world.

Draco’s breath hitched, as he stared at Harry’s tight entrance. As much as he was scared to breach that space, he was completely aroused just by the sight of it. He licked his lips, as he leaned forward and gave Harry a kiss. “I love you,” he sighed into the kiss, amazed by how much he loved expressing those three little words to him. “I love you,” he repeated once more.

Harry had opened his legs a little wider, allowing Draco to lean further into his body while they kissed. He softly moaned, feeling Draco’s stiff cock press up against him. Realizing Draco was still only half-naked, he quickly lowered his hands to his pants and began unbuckling them.

Once his pants were unbuttoned, Draco hurriedly backed away from Harry’s mouth and slid the rest of his clothes off, before returning once more to those heated lips. He gasped when he felt his cock make contact with Harry’s. He quickly reached for his wand on the table and cast a lubrication spell over them.

After the spell was completed, he placed his wand back on the table and slid his hand down Harry’s leg, slowly moving it along his inner thigh and over to the waiting entrance. He moved toward Harry’s neck and began sucking on it, as he carefully slid one finger inside.

Harry gasped from the intrusion, as his body stiffened. Draco stopped all movements and stared nervously at Harry. He didn’t want to continue, unless he knew it was safe.

“It’s okay,” Harry nodded. “It just took me by surprise,” he explained.

Draco studied Harry’s face, as he slowly moved his finger in and out of him. He licked his lips, when he saw Harry close his eyes and tilt his head back a little, as he moaned from the touch. Wanting to give him more, he slowly slipped in a second digit and curved his fingers up, brushing against what seemed to be a mass of tissues.

Harry gasped, as he opened his eyes and stared at Draco who was still watching him for any signs of discomfort.

“Are you okay?” Draco quietly asked, as he continued to thrust his fingers inside.

Harry nodded, as he once again closed his eyes, feeling the room begin to spin. He knew whatever Draco’s fingers were pushing against had to be the cause of it. He bit down hard on his lip, trying desperately not to scream out his excitement.

“I’m moving to three,” Draco softly announced, as he pushed in a third finger.

“Oh shit,” Harry finally cried out. “Holy fuck.”

Draco started sucking on his neck again, while he continued to push his three fingers inside, spreading them apart like scissors. He wanted to make sure he was completely stretched, knowing his cock was going to be a lot more different than three fingers inside.

“Oh fuck,” Harry panted. “Fuck, Draco. I need you now. Please, do it now,” he begged, while staring up at him.

“Are you sure?”

Harry nodded, as he thrust his hips up, causing Draco’s fingers to press harder into his prostate. “Fuck yes!” he screamed out, as he pounded the couch with his fist.

Draco pulled out his fingers, smiling when he heard Harry whimper from the loss of contact. He then sat back on his knees and took in a deep breath. He stared at Harry’s stretched hole, glad the lubrication spell was still holding up.

Hearing Harry’s continued whimpers, Draco moved closer, positioning his cock at Harry’s eager entrance. He stared over at him, as he waited for the sign to proceed. Harry licked his lips and nodded, while he stared adoringly into the boy’s gray eyes.

Draco slowly pushed through, examining Harry’s face for any sort of distress. Harry hissed from the pain, quickly shaking his head to tell Draco not to stop. He tried relaxing his body some more, as Draco entered further inside.

“Wow,” Harry breathed out, once Draco was completely inside.

“Good?” Draco curiously wondered.

He took a deep breath, before smiling up at him. “Wonderful.”

Draco smiled, as he leaned down and gave him a kiss. Feeling his cock pulse inside the warm cavity, demanding more attention, he pulled away from Harry’s lips and slowly began moving within.

“Oh yes,” Harry moaned.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Draco softly growled, before he started to move a little faster.

“Is that bad?” Harry worriedly asked, still a novice at sex.

“Good. So good,” Draco panted, as he slightly lifted the boy’s hips off the couch and continued to thrust inside.

Harry gasped at the new position he was in, suddenly feeling that dizzy feeling come back. He knew Draco’s cock had to be hitting that same spot his fingers were touching just a short while ago. “Fuck,” Harry cried out, as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “Oh don’t stop, Draco. Oh Merlin, right there.”

“You mean… there?” Draco playfully asked, as he slammed a bit harder into him.

“Oh fuck.”

“Or did you mean… here?” he asked, slamming into him a second time.

“Fuck, Draco, I’m gonna come.”

Draco quickly sped up his movements, knowing he didn’t have much longer to go either. “You feel so fucking amazing, Harry,” he grunted. “I fucking love you so much.”

“Love you…too…Draco,” Harry breathed out, as he opened his eyes and stared up at him.

Draco smiled, before he grabbed Harry’s swollen cock with his hand, firmly stroking it. “Come for me, Harry,” he commanded, sliding his thumb right over the tip.

Harry screamed out his release, coating Draco’s hand with his seed. A few seconds later, Draco screamed out his own release, while he spurted his juices inside his lover. Once his cock was completely spent, he fell on top of Harry, no longer able to hold himself up.

“That was incredible,” Harry whispered, giving Draco a soft kiss on his lips.

Still too weak to speak at the moment, Draco simply nodded his agreement. He then brushed his hand through Harry’s hair, gazing lovingly into his green eyes. “I love you,” he smiled.

“I love you, too,” Harry smiled back, before he leaned in to kiss those sweet lips once again.

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