They Don't Make Desks Like They Used To ...

AN: This is the last chapter! I hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to review and tell me whether a sequel is in order!

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Harry stood in amazment.

'Did he just? ... on? ...'

His mind had given up the struggle on keeping up with the intellectual battle and ordered an immediate shut down and re-boot. Unfortunatly, the shut down part coincided with Draco launching himself at Harry and latching himself around his waist like a tightening, blonde belt.

Harry just stood in shock. In a dignified way. Well, as dignified as one can be with a Malfoy ripping at his clothes as he couldn't undo the fastenings in his haste, in the presence of the most hated teacher by anyone other than those in Slytherin. What was probably the most frightening thing was that Snape also wore a look of shock that slowly registered with Harry's rebooting brain.

'Why the hell is Snape shocked? He wanted Dr - Malfoy! to do this didn't he? He even cast an unforgivable curse to get it, for fuck's sake! I heard him ask! Didn't I?'

Harry cast his thoughts back rather roughly as it was rather difficult to concentrate with a hormone-ridden, controlled teen still pulling in vain at his denim trousers, even though he was unable to rip through the tough material.

'No he didn't ask for this, did he ...'

Harry suddenly remembered, all the Professor had done was cast the spell and then spat "Do what you want with Potter!" with his usual contempt. Thats when Harry had thought he was a goner. Surely the Malfoy heir was going to hurt him, torture him, kill him. But no, it would appear that the blonde had certain feelings for the black haired beauty.

'HOLY FUCKING MERLIN'S UNMARRIED MOTHER!'

Harry jumped when he felt wet heat envelope his half-hard cock, which immediatly sprung to attention at Draco's ministrations. Harry glanced down to see the blonde's head bobbing slowly on his cock, taking all of Harry's length. Both his hands were at Harry's hips with Draco's wand slipping from his right.

'Oh Merlin! He must have vanished my trousers and ...'

he gulped

'... my underwear ... Ah, ... ouch, what was that?'

Draco had pushed his hands harder on Harry's hips and his bare arse had banged against something solid and wooden sounding scattering his train of thought that went along the lines of I hope he didn't vanish anything else by accident.

'Snapes desk .... umph ...'

Draco began growling in his throat as Harry gave in to temptation and thrust his hands deep into the blonde tresses that were tickling his lower abdomen quite annoyingly, the vibrations of Draco's voice giving shockwaves of pleasure. Harry moaned and Draco began to pick up the pace emboldened by Harry's sudden encouragment and began to suck harder as Harry began to thrust into the torturing heat, groaning louder each time.

Snape just stood in the shadows and stared.

Then just when Harry was almost thundering over the edge of orgasmic bliss, Draco stopped.

"Professor? Potter? What ... just happened?"

'Shit, now Snape, the Bastard, decides to show a fucking semblance of a conscience?!'

Harry growled, deep and threatening in frustration. As you can no doubt tell, Harry was a little annoyed when denied his release. Draco was sat on the floor in front of a very aroused and (put lightly) slightly miffed Harry, staring suspiciously at Snape, with wand to attention, scowl in place and quite aroused by the sights.

There was such a silence that you could almost hear peeves drop the ming vase on the 6th floor on the head of a passing Trelawny. Ginny and Hermione certainly did, being convieniently located in a broom closet just down the corridor at the time.

Harry suddenly growled again but this time it was low and needy. The cold air in the dungeons was such torture on his slightly waning hard-on. It was enough to crack the shocked silence and for Draco's head to snap around to face another head he had, until recently been lavishing his attention on.

It was as if Draco suddenly saw Harry in a whole new light.

"Why Potter, you appear to have a ... little ... problem."

Harry groaned at the warm air ghosting over his overly sensitive cock. He so desperatly wanted release but he was not going to please himself in front of his arch nemesis and his most hated teacher! So he did the next best thing ...

There was a collective gasp from both Draco and Snape as Harry grabbed Draco by the front of his robes, dragged him into a basically upright position and roughly crushed their lips together.

Draco made a feeble attempt at trying to dislodge Harry's lips from his, but when Harry was in this state, what he wanted he took, whether it was offered to him or not. He lightly slid his tongue across Draco's teeth, silently asking for permission to enter. Draco hesitated then granted him access. Harry slid his tongue between Draco's perfect teeth, battling with Draco over dominance of the kiss, a hint of the rivalry coming out in their passion.

Draco's hands that had been resting on Harry's chest after abandoning the attempt to throw Harry away, slid down and gave Harry's bare arse cheeks a hearty squeeze before pushing Harry further into the desk, pressing his body along their full length and crushing their arousals quite roughly together earning a moan from all of them, except both boy's ignored the extra. Harry resisted, refusing to give Draco the complete control he would have if he let him lie him down on Snape's desk.

'No,'

Thought Harry.

'Not until you are in the same state as I am.'

Harry began to attack Draco's robes, much the same way that Draco had been doing earlier but not as feverently and with less reckless abandon, partly because he wasn't really in the mood to have annoyingly small buttons flying at his face. Harry managed to get Draco's trousers round his ankles without even breaking the kiss, but now he did break it and began to nip at his jawline, soothing the marks with a quick swipe of his tongue. The raven haired boy slid his hand under Draco's shirt using just his fingertips, tracing a pattern lightly and sending shivers down the blondes spine. He could almost see Draco's inhibitions melt away as if a giant eraser had appeared and scrubbed them away with a few swipes of his tongue.

"Potter ..." Draco moaned as Harry sucked and nipped at Draco's collor bone, creating a small mark.

Harry took that as encouragement and pressed the palm of his hand against the bulge in Draco's boxers.

"Umph ... ah ... Potter ..."

Draco clung desperately to Harry and pressed his weeping cock harder against Harry's palm, his other hand rushing to unbutton his shirt with Draco's help. With every new piece of exposed skin Draco placed a hot kiss on the darker haired boy's chest, earning a moan from both of them as Harry pressed harder on Draco's cock through his boxers.

"Enough .... want to fuck you Harry ... right now!"

Draco grunted and pushed Harry forcefully and the surprised Gryffindor ended up sprawled across Snape's desk, parchment flying everywhere. At once the Slytherin was on him, lavishing his mouth with his kisses and grinding their hard cocks together, sending overwhelming pleasurable sensations to their brains, reduced to instictual level in their passion. Draco moved onto Harry's neck and bit hard. Harry flinched a little and then moaned as he felt the blonde's tongue lapping at the small trickle of blood that came from the bite mark.

Draco ran his first, second and third fingers across Harry's full lips.

"Wet these ..."

It was a simple request that held a lot of influence, it was not as though they needed luricant but it was a way of procuring answers from Harry without the professor knowing, not that Snape knew that, he was being ignored for the moment and he wasn't about to bring attention to the highly aroused students onto himself.

If Harry wet them then he was admitting defeat and also meant he was going to let Draco fuck him, let him be the first person ever to do so. Draco sensed Harry's discomfort and indecision through his hestitance. He whispered gently into Harry's ear almost as if he had remembered that Snape was still in the room, but they paid no attention to the potions master sat in the deep shadows, pressing a palm against his own arousal, never taking his eyes from his own private show.

"It's okay, Harry ... this is my first time too, trust me"

In any other condition Harry might have not believed the Slytherin, but Harry's brain had abandoned logical and rational thought ever since Draco had pounced on him.

"I trust you, Draco."

With that simple sentance, Harry took the blonde's fingers into his mouth and wet them as much as he could whilst Draco worked on removing the rest of their clothing with his other hand. Harry gasped and groaned at sudden skin on skin contact and Draco took that oppertunity to remove his fingers. He trailed them down Harry's body and lifted his legs up and out of the way and began working them around the dark haired boy's virgin opening.

Harry squirmed a little as he felt two of the digits slip in up to the first knuckle.

"Try and relax Harry, I won't hurt you."

Harry looked deep into Draco's eyes and he knew that he meant what he said, even though both of their eyes were lidded with passion, clouded with lust and ...

'Fueled by love? ... Merlin, is that love in his eyes?'

Both boys suddenly went still, breathing deeply and staring deep into each others eyes. Then Harry gasped as the blondes fingers slipped in to the second knuckle. Draco slowly lowered his head the inch or two required and softly brushed his lips against Harrys.

Their first love, sealed with a kiss.

Harry tangled his fingers in Draco's soft locks and deepened the kiss as the Slytherin managed to push his fingers fully into the more than willing Gryffindor, and scissored them slowly, taking his time and savouring the moment, slowly preparing him, then he added the third finger. The Gryffindor moaned as Draco hit his sweet spot and began to press down on the blondes fingers, Draco silently complied then brushed the spot again before slipping in a third finger. Harry squirmed and rolled his hips against the intruding fingers and put a delicious friction and pressure upon their cocks and Harry knew it wouldn't be long before he came. Harry broke the kiss that was now little more than lips as they gasped for breath through the air, thick with their passion and longing and locked eyes with the Malfoy heir.

"Draco ... fuck me ... NOW!"

The fact that Harry had already been so close to his climax already that night, intensified his need for release now and chose to shout the last word, making sure that the blonde understood his needs.

"Harry ... are you ...sure?"

Draco could barely speak and just managed to croak the words in Harry's ear. Apparently he didn't believe that his rival all these years would be so willing to let him shag him.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, I ... never want to ... hear those words from ... your mouth ... again! Now, FUCK ME!"

Draco had no doubts this time and didn't even hear his potions professor unzipping his trouser at Harry's shouted request, well it was more like an order really ... Draco withdrew his fingers, pausing only to whisper a quick lubrication spell before he positioned his slick cock at Harry's entrance. Harry mentally braced himself and tried to relax as the blonde slowly entered him, his silver eyes fixed on emerald green, searching for any signs that he might have hurt him.

Once Draco was fully sheathed within Harry he paused, allowing Harry to become accustomed to being filled. During the brief lull in movement, Harry vaguely registered where he was, what he was doing and within whose territory those two things encroched upon. He also dimly recognised a dark figure in a shadowy corner of the dungeons, the tops of pallid thighs seemed to be glowing in the candle-light, a hand with and albindo spider quality to it was moving rhythmically up and down something that could only be the potions professors rock hard cock and he heard light moans, that the teacher was unable to stifle, flick from the his mouth.

But then Draco began to move and Harry forgot everything.

He was a prisoner to the most delectable and enjoyable sensations that sent wave after wave of pleasure with every thrust that the blonde made into Harry's very willing body. He had managed to keep just the right angle to hit the black haired boy's prostate over and over again, their cocks in friction limbo, Draco's buried deep within Harry and Harry's trapped between their naked, hot and sweating bodies. Harry heard Draco calling his name and he opened his eyes to see the blonde pounding almost ruthlessly into him, his thrusts were beginning to become quite erratic and Harry knew he was a close as he was.

Harry could hear a loud squeaking and a panting that was not his or the Slytherins irregular breathing and his last thought before he succumbed to his desperate, all comsuming need to climax was,

'I hope Snape's desk holds ...'

And then he was coming, shooting his hot, sticky seed over both of their chests and white stars erupted in front of his eyes, Draco's name sliding from his mouth on his last breath. Harry was conviced he could see through time. Then seconds later, Draco came roaring over the edge to join Harry in time-spotting, the Gryiffindors name immediately jumping from his lips and he came hot and deep inside Harry and then both were still. Panting, boneless and exhuasted.

Neither boy payed any attention to their surroundings. If they had they would have noticed a dazed looking Snape had also come spectacularly across the desk that Harry and his friends usually occupied. He recovered quickly though, he cleaned the desk soundlessly, quietly fastened his trousers and hastened from the room, all before Draco had even withdrawn from Harry, who was reluctant to relinquish the connection that, eventhough it only came into existence about five minutes ago, Harry felt as though it was part of himself that he'd had all his life.

Snape was thinking as he left his office at the mercy of the couple on his desk.

'If that desk is still standing tomorrow, remind me to burn it ...'

He thought with a voice of deceptive calmness as he stalked from the dungeons, but the sudden crunch and muffled yelp confirmed his theories.

'They don't make desks like they used to ...'

The thought echoed by the pair the desk had, until recently, been supporting.

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AN: Just thought I'd let everyone know that the sequel has been completed! It's called 'The Truth', if you enjoyed this you'll enjoy the sequel!

Thanks for reading!