Paint Me Blue.

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Draco stared at Harry as he advanced on him. His eyes were no longer unfocused, but blazing with dark lust Draco had never seen before.

The room they were in was lit by a few torches. In a corner was a mattress lying on the ground. It appeared to be clean. On the opposite wall was a small table with two chairs. On the outer wall was a small window, allowing a small amount of light to filter through.

The mattress was covered with dark blue bed sheets and light blue curtain hung over the window. Harry moved forward and Draco stumbled back, tripping on the uneven floor. Harry jumped towards him, catching him and pushing him down onto the mattress.

Draco tried to stand up but was soon prevented from doing so as Harry lowered himself onto the mattress as well. Draco scrambled back as far as he could go but knew it was no use.

Harry grabbed his leg and pulled him back and onto his back. Draco stared up at Harry in shock, surprise, and a little desire. He had never known Harry could be this aggressive.

Harry straddled Draco's legs, placed his hands on either side of his head and leaned down to kiss him. This kiss was harsh, full of want. Harry's tongue forced its way past Draco's lips and into his mouth.

Draco knew he shouldn't do this, but Harry's lips on his just made his conscience fly right out the grimy window.

Their teeth clashed as the kiss grew in intensity. Tongues battled for dominance and Harry won. He pushed his body closer, his still-hard cock pressing against Draco's re-hardening erection.

Harry removed a hand from the mattress and slid it underneath the light cotton shirt Draco was wearing. It ran up his lithe body, taking a moment to twist around Draco's hardened nipple. Draco let out a low moan as Harry rubbed lightly over the sensitive skin.

He arched into Harry's touch, needing more contact. Harry pulled out of the kiss abruptly. He ripped off Draco's shirt, flinging it away into the room. He ran his hands over Draco's body, marveling at the feel of his skin against his fingers.

He bent down and kissed Draco's chest then he bit down on the skin lightly. A hiss came from Draco's lips as Harry soothed the spot over with his tongue. He knew there would be a mark the next day but at the moment he didn't care.

His body arched again into Harry's body, their erections brushing together, shooting a wave of heat through Harry. He forced Draco's body back down and went back to marking his body. His tongue swirled around Draco's nipple, pulling lightly on the flesh with his teeth.

"Fu--uck, Potter," Draco panted as Harry continued his exploration of Draco's body. Harry licked Draco's chest seductively, giving him a sly grin.

"So fucking hot," he whispered, looking up at him through lust-darkened eyes. He bit down again on the skin, harder this time. Draco gave a load groan and Harry kissed the spot softly.

His hands skimmed down Draco's body, setting fire everywhere he touched. They came once again to Draco's jeans. They were still unzipped from their last encounter. Harry shoved his hands underneath them and pushed them down to Draco's ankles.

He pulled them off, throwing them across the room to join the shirt. He crawled up Draco's body sensuously, coming face to face with him. Draco's bright silver eyes had darkened to a molten silver, melted in their lust.

Harry kissed him passionately, sliding his tongue in and out of his mouth, exploring the contours of his mouth, tasting all he had to offer. Draco moaned as Harry teased him with his tongue as well as his hands.

His fingers slipped under his boxers to fondle his hard cock. His fingers skimmed over the head of his already leaking erection. Draco whimpered, wanting more despite his better judgements.

Harry forcefully pushed off the boxers, tossing them aside. He looked up at Draco who was panting harshly already. Harry moved up his body once more and gave him a hard kiss.

He pulled away and reached for something off to the side of the bed. He came back with a jar of lubricant. He stripped off his clothes, noticing Draco's eyes glued to his every movement.

He threw away the articles of clothes and moved back over Draco. Draco's eyes roamed over Harry's body, his Quidditch toned chest and stomach, perfectly tanned from training shirtless, down his body to his rather large, incredibly hard, cock.

Draco swallowed hard, nearly trembling in anticipation. Harry opened the jar and took out an amount of lube. He slicked up his member, moaning slightly. Draco waited with bated breath. Finally, Harry looked up at Draco through lust-inflamed eyes.

He dipped a few fingers in the lube as well and one by one slid them into Draco, preparing him. He stretched his opening, careful not to hurt him. When he thought he was ready, he positioned himself at his entrance.

Draco held his breath as Harry pushed in. Harry's hard length filled him slowly, carefully. His muscles clenched around the intruder and Harry gritted his teeth not to come right then.

"You're so tight," he grunted, pushing in further. He heard a sharp intake of breath from Draco who didn't answer.

He began to move slowly, thrusting in and out of the blonds’ body. Draco arched upward, meeting Harry thrust for thrust. He cried out in ecstasy when Harry hit that spot inside him that caused explosions before his eyes.

"Don't fucking stop," Draco gasped as Harry pounded harder into his body.

"Wasn't-- planning on it," Harry replied in a breathless voice as he continued to thrust deep inside the blond.

Draco's hand came up and gripped Harry's forearm, nails digging into the skin. Harry moved faster, slamming into the receptive body beneath his. Draco shuddered as Harry moved in and out.

Harry gasped as Draco's muscles contracted around his hard cock. He pushed in harder, trying to go as deep as possible. He leaned in and kissed Draco's neck, licking and sucking, tasting the sweat, sweet and salty sweat.

Draco's head was thrown back as moans emitted from his mouth, filling the small room around them.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yelled as he was brought closer and closer.

"You're so fucking hot," Harry whispered against Draco's neck as he thrust deeper.

Draco came suddenly, a white hot stream of cum erupting from him and over Harry's chest. He threw his head back, his eyes shut tight as he came, yelling as he did so. Heat waves rolled over his body as he was brought to a blinding climax.

Seconds later, Harry erupted into his body, filling him with his hot seed. He thrust a last few times until he had come down from his high.

He collapsed on the mattress next to Draco, breathing heavily. Draco lie there, also panting, but his mind coming back in order. After a minute or two, Harry pulled himself out of Draco's body. Draco winced as the warmth left him. He almost felt empty without it.

He pushed himself up and glanced over at Harry. He was lying on his back with an odd smile on his face, staring at the ceiling. Draco raised an eyebrow at him but decided not to question it. Instead, he rose from the mattress and went about finding his clothes.

He pulled on his shirt and, after a cleaning spell, his boxers and pants. He walked back over to where Harry lay on the mattress and looked down at him. Harry turned his head and gave him a lopsided smile.

"You're yellow again," he said. Draco didn't even want to know what that meant. All these colors were confusing him. This was confusing him!

"Potter, what we just did, it was a one time thing," he said. He didn't know what else to do or how to explain it. Harry didn't react to his statement. He continued looking up at him, a scrutinizing look on his face.

"Ron's right," he said suddenly.

"What?" Draco asked, distracted.

"When you talk, it's blue."

Draco rolled his eyes. He knew it must be that potion talking. He also knew he had to get out of there fast. Who knew when the effects might wear off, if they ever did.

"Potter," he said again, catching his attention. "I don't know what you were thinking, but that was wrong."

"Who's to say what's right and wrong?" Harry asked to no one in particular.

"I am," Draco replied firmly.

"You're not," Harry said simply. He wasn't looking at Draco anymore, but gazing at the ceiling where the lights from the torches danced across.

"Who says I'm not?" Draco asked, growing annoyed. He shouldn't even be there. He should be long gone. This shouldn't have even happened!

"I do," Harry said. "The lights do. You're yellow. I'm blue. Different colors for different things."

Draco just stared at Harry, lost for words. For some strange reason what he was saying made sense.

"Whatever, Potter," he sneered, gaining back his words. "It's over, whatever this was."

"It's not over."

"Yes, it is!" Draco exclaimed. He didn't like Harry telling him what was what. Harry's unfocused gaze moved from the ceiling to Draco and they zeroed in on his eyes, staring into their depths, drawing them in.

"No," he said, a deranged kind of smirk forming on his face. "This is only the beginning."

Draco could find no answer for that. Instead he turned jerkily and left the room, pushing his way through the barrier. He heard it snap shut behind him. He shook himself, trying to get Harry's words out of his head.

Yes, he had enjoyed the sex, more than he could remember with anyone else, but still, it was Potter after all. He told himself to forget it and turned down another corridor, heading back to the Slytherin dorms.

***

Hermione dragged Ron up the stairs, looking all around for any sign of Harry. If he wasn't with Ron then she had no idea where he might have gone off to. There were plenty of places within the castle he could be.

On the sixth floor, she stopped again, trying to figure out where he might be. Ron was starting to come out of his trance.

"Hermione?" he asked. She turned to him. He was looking around him carefully.

"Yeah?" she asked, glad that he seemed capable of normal thoughts again.

"Where am I?"

"On the sixth floor looking for Harry."

"Oh." A pause, then, "Why are we looking for Harry?"

"Because you lost him," she said in exasperation. Ron frowned, obviously not remembering much.

"Did... did I do anything?" he asked carefully. Hermione sighed, still looking around.

"Well, you thought everything was blue and were quite interested in your hand for a while there."

She didn't see Ron blush behind her when she mentioned his hand. Instead she let out an exasperated sigh.

"Where could he be?!" she exclaimed aloud. She heard a movement behind her and she whipped around. To her disappointment it was only Neville.

He hurried up to her, looking flushed and worried.

"Hermione!" he squeaked.

"What's wrong, Neville?" she asked.

"It's--It's the potion," he said.

"What about the potion?" she asked urgently.

"I--I was just in detention with Professor Snape," Neville panted, trying to catch his breath. "And we figured out what the potion was."

"What was it?!" Hermione pressed.

"It-- It's a mixture of a hidden desire potion and something he said muggles use to forget their problems. What was it...? Drapes... no... dander? No..."

"Drugs?!" Hermione interjected.

"Yeah, that's it!" Neville said. "I thought you should know. He said it should be okay and wear off eventually but to keep a watch on him."

Hermione nodded vaguely, thinking. Neville seemed to think he'd done enough and he left. Ron turned to Hermione, a confused look on his face.

"What's drugs?" he asked.

"They're like a potion people would take so they can get a feeling, it depends on the drug what kind of feeling you get. I guess yours was something like 'Shrooms or Acid."

"... What?" Ron asked again, confused. Hermione waved her hand, ignoring the question.

"Now where is Harry?" she asked herself again. Ron shrugged, still trying to figure out what drugs were.

Hermione started walking up another flight of stairs and Ron followed quietly. As they came to the landing they ran almost directly into Harry. He was standing at the end of the corridor, looking a bit disoriented.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled, running down to where he was.

His clothes were mussed and his hair messy. He had an odd look on his face though. He seemed perfectly content. Hermione inspected him carefully, making sure he was alright.

She put a hand to his forehead. He didn't really seem to notice.

"Harry?" she asked carefully. He turned to her and smiled.

"Hi, Hermione," he said.

"Are you okay?" she asked, not sure if he was still under the effects of the potion.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he replied. She sighed, knowing that he was back to normal. "What happened?"

"The potion was kind of like a muggle drug mixed with a hidden desire potion. You didn't do anything, did you?"

Harry just smiled the same odd smile as before and shook his head.

"Not that I can remember," he said. Hermione smiled softly at him.

"I think we should all go back to the common room. This has been a long day."

Ron and Harry nodded and began to follow her back. Harry lingered behind, walking slower.

"It has been a long day," he said quietly to himself before speeding up to walk with Hermione and Ron.

***

The next day, Harry woke up with pounding headache. He went down to Madame Pomfrey who gave him a potion to get rid of it. It worked immediately and Harry went on to breakfast.

When he got there, he sat down with Ron and Hermione as usual. Ron seemed perfectly normal, though he seemed to be inspecting everything he ate. Hermione had told him that most muggle drugs were usually consumed through the mouth so he had become somewhat paranoid.

Halfway through breakfast, Harry felt a prickling on the back of his neck. He looked up to find Draco staring at him from the Slytherin table. He didn't look away when Harry caught him. He held his gaze for a few seconds before turning away.

Harry hid a small smile and went back to breakfast. After they finished eating, the made their way out of the Great Hall and into the Entrance Hall. Harry caught sight of Draco walking down towards the dungeons.

He told Hermione and Ron to go on ahead and that he'd be right there. They went, though reluctantly.

When they were gone, he stole down the passageway to the dungeons. He spotted Draco walking along ahead of him. He snuck quietly up behind him, pouncing on him and slamming him against the wall.

Draco was caught by surprise as Harry pinned him to the wall. Harry rolled his hips against Draco's, a feeling of satisfaction traveling through his body as he felt Draco growing hard at his actions.

"Potter! What are you doing?!" he exclaimed. Harry ignored him though.

He leaned in and nibbled Draco's neck. He licked a path up to his ear before pulling the earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it. He could hear Draco's labored breathing already.

He let go of his ear and moved around to look him straight in the face. He kissed his jaw lightly, nuzzling his neck.

"It was a hidden desire potion," he murmured against the smooth skin. He heard Draco's breath hitch but ignored it.

He pulled away only to kiss Draco on the lips. Draco's eyes drifted closed as Harry pressed light kisses to his lips.

He pulled back and grinned slyly at Draco.

"Same time, same place," he said with a raise of an eyebrow. With one last, lingering kiss, he was gone.

Draco pushed himself off the wall, looking in the direction Harry had left in. He paused for a second, thinking. Then a small smirk appeared on his face and he turned in the opposite direction, walking away until the darkness of the dungeons engulfed him.


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A/N: it's finished! ^_^

EDIT: You know what's sad? At ff it got nearly 60 reviews and here.. it got barely 20. What happened to my favorite archive? *peers around* I don't see it! :(