Time Management

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Harry stormed into the dorm, pushing past Draco, growling as he passed by. He walked into the middle of the room and stopped.

Draco shut the portrait behind him and walked up to him unconcernedly. Harry glared at him and Draco had no idea what exactly he was mad for.

"Zabini," Harry said sharply, catching sight of Blaise on the bed. "Get the hell out."

"This is my dorm, you know," he drawled.

"Out. Now." Harry snarled. Blaise rolled his eyes but pulled himself off the bed with a heavy sigh.

He walked slowly to the door. Once there, he cast a glance back at Draco. He raised one eyebrow at him before leaving through the portrait hole.

Draco turned back to Harry who stood glaring at him. He gave him a bored look as he walked over to his desk and sat down.

"Yes, Potter?" he drawled. "Why did you find it necessary to break down the door?"

"You changed the past?" Harry asked in a low and dangerous voice.

Draco was caught off-guard. He hadn't been expecting that, not in the least. He looked up sharply at Harry. "What?" he asked, hoping he had heard wrong. How had he found out?!

"You changed the past," Harry repeated slower. His green eyes darkened a shade in his anger. Swirls of gold could be seen as his anger increased.

"Uh..." Draco said, stalling for time. He had been caught by surprise and wasn't prepared to handle the situation. Harry wasn't supposed to have ever found out.

"What did you do in the past?" Harry growled, moving closer to where Draco was sitting. Draco hastily stood up, not liking being lower than Harry when he advanced on him so.

"What does it matter?" he asked haughtily. "Can't change it now."

Harry paused, eyeing him suspiciously. He move closer and Draco backed further away.

"Why did you do it?" he asked quietly. The quiet voice was dangerously deceptive, though; Draco could tell.

"To change a few things," he replied vaguely.

"What things?" Harry asked, emphasizing each word.

Draco shrugged, still looking haughty and unruffled. "Things I didn't like."

Harry growled at the lack of reponse he was receiving. He moved even further forwards and Draco stumbled over a chair in his movement backwards. He knew he must not have much space left behind him before he would hit the wall and be trapped.

"And why didn't you like them?" Harry asked in an overly nice voice.

Draco backed further away, eyeing him carefully. He was beginning to lose his cool as Harry advanced. "They were wrong," he said quietly.

"Wrong?" Harry repeated in a mocking voice.

Draco backed up one step further and hit the cold stone wall. He knew he was in trouble then. There was no where to go. He had backed himself up into the same trap he had been stuck in for the past few weeks.

"And what was so wrong about it?" he whispered dangerously. He pounced forward, trapping Draco against the wall.

Draco could see the mixture of anger and mistrust in Harry's eyes. He wondered vaguely how he was going to get out of this. "Just--just things," he replied. Harry rolled his eyes darkly and moved forward.

Draco gasped when he felt Harry's tongue on his neck. He wondered why Harry would be interested in this if he was so mad.

Harry licked a path up to Draco's ear, nibbling and tasting the pale flesh as he went. He bit down hard on the skin at one point, causing an ugly red mark on his perfect skin. Draco gave a surprised and shocked noise when it happened.

He moved to Draco's ear, licking the shell of it and blowing hot air across it. He could feel Draco's arousal growing as he pressed his body closer, letting Draco know that he was hard as well.

Draco let slip a low moan as Harry sucked on his earlobe. Harry moved down and kissed Draco's neck once more, nipping at the pale skin.

His hand crept down Draco's body, coming to the waist of his jeans. He rand his hand teasingly around it, brushing against the skin there and drawing a moan from the blond boy.

"Fuck," he cursed quietly. "Harry... please..."

"You want it?" Harry whispered harshly against Draco's neck. Draco only nodded fervidly, unable to stop it.

His brain told him it was wrong, even though he enjoyed it. Harry undid the buttons on Draco's jeans and thrust his hand under the fabric.

Draco whimpered as Harry's hand skimmed over his growing erection. He reached down and grasped it, causing Draco to squeak at the suddenness.

He began to storke it hard and fast, faster than normal. Draco groaned loudly as Harry stroked his length with ease and skill very few knew.

Harry nibbled Draco's neck lightly, running his tongue over his throat. Draco's head was tilted back, allowing for better access. When he moaned, it sent vibrations all down Harry's body, increasing his arousal.

Draco's breathing became harsh as he neared his climax. Harry could tell he was close. He was clutching his arm tightly as Harry stroked harder, adding a twist at the end.

Draco's eyes were closed as his moaning became louder. Harry kissed his neck again, panting into the crook of his neck.

Draco could feel himself building up to the climax. He swallowed hard and tried to breathe normally as he was brought to the edge.

Suddenly, Harry was no longer touching him. He opened his eyes and looked at him, his silver eyes clouded with lust. Harry was glaring at him again through his golden-green eyes. His hand was still down his pants, though it was nowhere near where Draco wanted it to be.

"What was wrong?" Harry asked dangerously. His tone told Draco that he better tell him or something drastic was going to happen.

Draco was still incredibly hard and horribly unfulfilled. His brain was not functioning correctly either.

"Ju--just stuff," Draco panted. Harry's expression hardened. He moved his hand closer to it brushed over Draco's achingly hard cock once more. Draco whimpered at the touch, desperately needing to cum.

"What stuff?"

"I--you didn't..." Draco said, trying to concentrate but not doing too well. All he could think of was how close Harry's hand was to finishing the job.

"I didn't what?" Harry repeated in a low voice.

"You didn't see me," Draco panted, fervently wishing Harry would just finish.

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"You didn't see me," Draco repeated, still breathing heavily. "All you did was hangout with the Mudblood and the Weasel. You never gave me a second glance."

Harry looked taken aback as Draco said these things. Draco was practically dying from the lack of contact. His brain was near implosion from the pressure.

"All I wanted was your a-attention," Draco panted. Harry moved his hand without thinking and it brushed once again against Draco's hard length. "Fuck!"

"My attention, why?" Harry asked, ignoring the outburst.

"Be-because I wanted you to be my friend, and maybe more than that," Draco said, not realizing how much he was revealing.

"More than that," Harry said quietly to himself. "Did you love me?"

I-I don't know," Draco panted, trying to shift his body so it wasn't so uncomfortable. All he could think of was that he needed to cum badly. "I didn't really know you that well."

"What about now?" Harry wasn't going to give up a golden opportunity to get information from Draco.

"I think yo-you're arrogant, and stuck-up, and a drama queen, and--" Draco stopped because Harry's hand brushed once again against his cock, harder this time. He bit down on his lip, wishing he could just finish. "--and smart, and gorgeous, and you c-could be really amazing if you weren't so mean."

"What did you say?" Harry asked, wanting to hear it again to make sure. He was pretty sure that Draco had just admitted to liking him.

"Fuck, Harry!" Draco whined, unable to take it anymore. "Will you please just finish this?!"

Harry looked down at Draco and realized just exactly what he'd been doing. It must have been excrutiating.

Instead of finishing, he pulled his hand out from his pants. Draco groaned at the loss, practically dying. Harry grabbed his hand and led him over to the bed.

He pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him. He settled himself inbetween Draco's legs. He reached up and pulled Draco's shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Then he removed his own as well, throwing it to the side to join Draco's.

Draco looked up at him through his glazed eyes, wanting more. Harry leaned down slowly, kissing him softly. It soon turned deeper as he moved his tongue into Draco's receptive mouth.

It was a slow, sensuous kiss, taking the time to explore every crevice of his mouth. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth as the kiss continued.

Harry's hands ran themselves over Draco's lithe body, feeling the taught muscles of his stomach. Draco arched upward as they caught on his erect nipples.

Harry broke the kiss, panting. He gave Draco a soft smile as he left his mouth to suck on his neck. He licked and nibbled at the already bruised flesh from his earlier actions.

His hands traveled down to Draco's jeans, tugging them off of his slim hips. Once they were removed, they joined the other items of clothing on the floor. He stopped kissing him to fiddle with his own jeans.

Draco reached down and unzipped them then pulling them down. Harry smiled up at him as he kicked them off and onto the floor. He removed his boxers as well, tossing them to the side.

He slowly lowered himself on top of Draco, kissing him deeply as he went. Draco moaned into his mouth when their erections brushed together. Harry nibbled his lower lip, loving the sound he made.

He pulled away, leaving to kiss Draco's neck. He mumbled a spell against his skin and Draco felt his opening suddenly warm and slippery.

He felt Harry enter a finger into his body and he stilled. His breathing was harsh as Harry added a second finger. He moved it around, stretching the hole, making it ready.

When he was sure it was okay, he removed his fingers and positioned his cock at his entrance. He pushed in slowly, slower than he had ever done before.

Draco sucked in a breath when Harry became fully buried in him. Harry leaned down and kissed him passionately. Draco responded eagerly, pulling his head down into the kiss.

Harry broke it when the need for air became apparent. He began to thrust into Draco, angling so that he hit that special spot that caused stars to dance before his eyes.

Draco pushed his body upwards to meet him as he slammed into his body.

"Fuck!" Draco cursed as Harry pushed in harder, needing more.

"Dra-aco," Harry gasped as he slammed in faster. Draco's muscles clenched around Harry's rock hard cock and he nearly lost it.

"Fuck, oh, shit!" Draco yelled, as he was brought to nearly the edge.

Harry thrust in once more, as deep as he could go and Draco was sent careening over the edge and into oblivion. He came with a loud scream, white, hot cum spraying everywhere.

Harry thrust one last time and came while buried deep inside him. White glazed over his vision as he rode out his climax to the end. He then collapsed on the bed next to Draco, panting hard.

Draco lay there with his eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of sex. After a minute or two, though, it all came back to him. He shot up in the bed and stared, horrified, at Harry.

"Holy shit," he cursed.

Harry looked up at him, giving him a lazy smile. "What, baby?"

"How much did I tell you?" he asked, panicked.

Harry smiled and reached over to pull Draco back down on the bed. He rolled over onto his side and smiled at him. He leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Enough," he said. Draco wasn't sure what to do. Harry didn't seem angry anymore about what he had done.

"But you're not-- I mean, you're not mad anymore?" he asked, unsure.

"Answer me one thing," Harry said seriously. Draco looked nervous but remained silent. "Can you love me?"

Draco was speechless for a second. He certainly hadn't been expecting that. He looked at Harry who was watching him with questioning eyes.

"I... I could," he said finally.

Harry smiled softly at him and kissed him once more. "Then we'll try, okay?" he asked.

Draco paused momentarily, wondering if he should just give in this easily after all that he had gone through. "Are you going to change at all? You don't seem the type," he said, semi-scornfully.

Harry sighed, knowing it would be hard. "I'm not going to change who I am, but I promise to work on it," he said, smirking at Draco.

"So... no more bossing me around?" Draco asked suspiciously.

Harry laughed slightly and smiled at him. "No, I think you've proven you can take care of yourself."

"Good," Draco said. He rolled over onto his side and kissed Harry passionately. When they broke apart, Draco grinned at Harry. "I'm glad you see it my way."

Harry just grinned at him and pounced on him again, kissing him fiercely.

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Outside in the corridor, Blaise stood leaning against the wall, listening closely. He knew what this meant. Potter's reign as Supreme Ruler of Hogwarts was about to come to an end.

He decided that it was in need of celebration. He pushed himself off the wall and went off in search of a certain sandy-blond haired Gryffindor.

Coming around a corner on the sixth floor, he caught sight of just the boy he wanted. He smirked to himself and called out to him.

"Seamus!"


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A/N: please review!