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Author(s) notes: Sorry it took so long. I\'d tried to post before but whenever I did I\'d get booted off the net. I guess it was an omen or something telling to forget all you non-posting monkeys and bring up my gradest yet yeah, so, anyway... If you monkeys don\'t post I\'ll just take my slash and go home! Yeah. Home!

Author(s) notes2: Prom rocked and we only have 3 days of high school left and that will leave more time for slashy. Oh and pity Nephimar\'s lack of love life. That\'s all for now!


Viva La Slashy!!!!!

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**********Draco\'s POV**********

He’s sorry? He’s fucking sorry? I was beyond pissed. I trashed the room completely before collapsing into a heap in front of the fire place. Anger and outrage being replaced with sadness and grief.

In a curled ball in a destroyed room, I cried silently for the false hope that was gone. As well as the fact I placed my life in the hands of someone who didn’t give a damn about me. The last thing I saw before I passed out due to exhaustion was Harry’s wand on the floor next to the chair he’d fallen out of.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

I mechanically followed the route to Gryffindor Tower in an oblivious brood. Had Colin Creevey and Professor Flitwick been cavorting with Wormtail and Voldemort in the hallway only three feet away, I would have passed them without a second look. I soon found myself facing the Fat Lady.

“Invisusamore,” I gave the password and entered.

The room was nearly empty so I assumed it must be lunch. I plopped down into a chair and tried not to think about Malfoy. However, I found that to be impossible. I decided to distract myself with work and went to retrieve my bag from the dorm. It wasn’t until I had nearly covered a whole table with Potions note that I realized my wand was missing. I searched through my robes and bag three times before giving up.

With a frustrated groan I thought, Fuck, I left it in that room. There was no way I was just going to waltz back in there if was even a slight possibility that Malfoy hadn’t left yet. Not with all those conflicting thought running through my head. One moment I was listing off his faults, the next I was imagining how his ass had looked in those leather pants the night before. And besides, I concluded, a nice body doesn’t make up for years of being a malicious bastard.

But I needed my wand and I had to go get it eventually. I abandoned my school work and went back to the dorm. I grabbed my invisibility cloak and left the common room again.

I reached the Zeter room without incident, but paused before entering. Where those sobs I heard? Nah, couldn’t be. I entered the room and gaped at the destruction that greeted me. In the center of the room amid the wreckage, Malfoy knelt with his face in his hands heaving muted sob after sob. I watched as he slumped to lay on the floor. I silently moved around the room so that I could see his face. Unheeded tears flowed over his nose to either fall to the floor or trickle into his hair. I stood watching as his weeping lessened and he only gave an occasional sniff.

I was astonished and horrified at what I was seeing. Draco Malfoy didn’t cry for anyone or anything. And yet, he was. With a dismayed jolt, I realized I had caused those tears. But why? I didn’t understand it.

I couldn’t stand to see his tearstained face. Hesitantly, I moved to stand behind him and lowered myself to the floor. I made sure I was covered by the invisibility cloak and leaned against an overturned armchair. His breathing slowed and I assumed he had fallen asleep. I listened to his rhythmic breaths and felt myself drifting off...

**********Draco\'s POV**********

I woke up a few hours later and instead of the expected cramping in my limbs from being in a curled position for so long; I felt warmth and a warm breath against my neck. I opened my eyes to see... nothing. Nothing? What the hell? I moved my hand towards my face and it brushed material that I couldn’t see. An invisibility cloak. Harry.

I removed the hood to reveal the back of his head. He was curled around me in an extremely protective manner, with his face pressed to my neck. I lay there holding him and being held. I knew he’d leave as soon as he woke up, might as well enjoy the time I have.

Hair the shade of a raven’s wing and smooth as silk. Skin lightly tanned by the sun and smelled like spice and pine. I rested my hand on the back of his neck and he arched into my touch in his sleep. I started running my fingers along his neck from his hairline to where his skin became hidden by his robes.

He signed contently and held me closer. It was heaven. But as soon as he woke up, I’d be pitched back into hell. How can one person crumble my life\'s training? Maybe my father was right... love makes you weak.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

I awoke to an odd sensation. I felt a soft tickling on the back of my neck. It was like having a feather dragged over your skin. At first I thought it might be Peeves. He had a habit of entering the dorms and waking students. He seemed to enjoy voyagerism immensely. But Peeves couldn’t be the cause of the feather touches. They were tender, almost reverent.

And then I felt the hard floor beneath me and a softness ast mst my cheek. I wasn’t in the dorm. With a strong feeling of apprehension, I remembered where I must be... The Zeter room... With Malfoy.

My nerve endings suddenly became extremely sensitive. I could feel the other boy curled around me. One of my legs was slightly between his and his chin rested on the top of my head. I felt his arm draped over mine and his fingers on my neck. I could feel his heart beating, his deep rhythmic breathing matching mine. I also felt my arm wrapped around his waist.

Ah shit, I thought, now what have I gotten myself into? But I didn’t move. Not yet. I had to figure out what to do, how to handle the situation. I opened my eyes (hoping he wouldn’t notice) to get a look at my surroundings. To my dismay, I felt my eyelashes brush is neck. He inhaled sharply and froze, stiffening with tension.

Ah fuck! I raised my head slightly and looked at him. His mouth was set in a hard line and his eyes held odd odd shine again.

“Why did you do this?” I asked before I could stop myself.

**********Draco\'s POV**********

I felt Harry’s eyelashes brush the sensitive side of my neck. It reminded me of the ghosting touch of a butterfly’s flittering wings. I instinctively stiffened and draw a quick breath. He raised his head to look as me. His face was still slack from sleep and held no signs of his usual mask to hide his emotions. His eyes portrayed an array of contrasting emotions. Wonder, anger, comfort, confusion, and something else that I knew to be reflected in my eyes but was too scared to hope was really there.

“Why did you do this?” he asked.

I heard him speak, but my attention was focused on his soft lips and the teasing glimpses of his red tongue that I knew would feel like velvet against my own. My brain finally processed his words. Do what, exactly? Destroy the room? Break down and completely lose it? Or was he blaming me for our current predicament?

“Why did I do what?” I asked, my tone barley above a whisper. Sure that if I spoke too loudly, he’d disappear.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

His voice was so soft, I almost missed what he’d said. When I heard his question, I stayed silent for a moment trying to figure out what exactly I had meant. Why did you send me that letter? Why did you tell me you love me? Why did you kiss me? Why did you trash the room? Why did you cry? Why are you holding me like this? And why do I like it so much?

That last question shocked me a bit. But I realized, it did feel kind of nice. I’d never experienced such a close proximity with anyone before. Without thinking, I raised my mouth to his and briefly pressed our lips together. I pulled back far enough to see him clearly and finally answered his question.

“Everything,” I whispered.

**********Draco\'s POV**********

I closed my eyes and licked my lips, still tasting Harry on them. I was happy that he kissed me without needing to bloody me up first, but I was also upset. He wanted this relationship (If you could even call it that.) to be on his terms, and I couldn’t have been able to do that. Not that I wanted it on my terms either precisely. Not his terms, not my terms, but our terms.

“Stop playing with me. If you’re willing to give us a chance, then say so. But if not... Stop giving me hope that you will. This isn’t a one-sided thing, Harry.” I opened my eyes and looked into the depths of his.

“Would you be willing to give up a shot, Harry?” He stayed silent. “Please answer me, Harry. Would you?” By this time I no longer cared if the pleading was evident in my voice. He’d probably seen my breakdown so what’s left of my pride anyhow?

**********Harry\'s POV**********

As he began speaking, my eyes started to widen. By the time he’d stopped talking, my eyes were in danger of falling out. He’d said ‘us’. As in ‘us’ as a couple?! I’d never even thought of that.

I opened my mouth several times before I was able to force any words out. In a quiet, slightly shaky voice, I said, “It couldn’t work.” I felt him pull away from me slightly. “Everyone knows we hate each other. And my friends, Ron, Hermione. What would they think?” I was avoiding the real question and I knew it. The fact that I was still holding him, and he holding me proved that I wasn’t completely repulsed by the idea. But I just didn’t know. My system was ierloerload. I was overwhelmed and didn’t know what to do.

**********Draco\'s POV**********

His words were like daggers, each one embedding itself in my heart. I waited until he was done before I spoke. My voice was a little shaky but I couldn\'t be sure if it was out of sadness or anger.

“Everyone knows we hate each other? I have NEVER hated you. And if you hate me, then just fucking say so. Don’t dance around it. And while Weasley and Granare are important to you, you need to put what you want first. If they’re your real friends, then they’ll accept whomever you want to be with as long as you’re happy. So what’s the real reason you\'re not willing to give us a shot, to even try?” I could tell by the slight stinging in my eyes that my voice was shaky out of sadness. Before I could stop it, a tear slid down my cheek.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

I removed my arm form around his waist and raised my hand to his face. I wiped away his tear as I said, “please, don’t cry.” I could cope with an angry Malfoy. I could deal with an indifferent Malfoy. Hell, I could handle a horny Malfoy too. But I could not deal with a crying Malfoy. He was strong, stubborn and arrogant. He shouldn’t cry. He shouldn’t be weak.

I make him weak, I thought with dismay. It was my fault he looked so sad and lost. I did that to him.

“How can you love me?” I asked in wonder. “It doesn’t make sense.”

**********Draco\'s POV**********

Despite all of my brain’s urgings to the contrary, my heart made me turn my face to lightly nuzzle his hand.

“What’s not to love? You’re smart, caring, loyal, brave, determined... You\'re everything I could ever want to hope to be. I guess that could be it too, despite the fact that I only pretended to hate you.”

**********Harry\'s POV**********

I stared at him in amazement. Complements from Malfoy?! How bizarre. I was about to say something (I’m not sure what) when I heard a noise. The sounds were coming from the corridor. I froze as I heard footsteps and voices.

“Can’t hurt to look,” said a muffled voice right outside the room. I recognized the voice as Hermione’s.

“Why would he be here?” said another muffled voice. It was Ron.

I looked from the entrance to the cluttered room, then back to Malfoy. With lightning quick movements that seemed too slow, I took off my invisibility cloak and threw it over both Malfoy and myself. In my panicked state, I had no qualms about getting as close to him as possible. The cloak might have been large enough to cover three first years, but Malfoy and I had grown quite a bit since then and it was a tight squeeze.

I felt my bottom lip brush Malfoy’s ear and as Ron and Hermione entered, I whispered, “Don’t move.” He moved almost imperceptivity as though in protest of my words.

The new arrivals stopped as they looked around the room. After a long pause, Ron was the first to speak. “What the bloody hell happened here?”

“I don’t know. But Harry’s not here. Where could he be?!”

“I know what you mean. I haven’t seen him since breakfast.”

“He was acting really weird too. Well, let’s go see if Hagrid’s seen him.”

They exited and I let out a sigh of relief. The tension left my body and I relaxed against Malfoy. “Phew, that was close. Can you imagine how they’d have reacted?” I paused as realized Malfoy’s skin was abnormally warm. I noticed something else too. “Dammit, Malfoy, quit poking my leg.” I heard him make a stifled noise and I gasped as I realized his hands were nowhere near my thigh.

**********Draco\'s POV**********

I was so embarrassed. I wasn’t in complete control of my emotions, and having Harry that close, whispering to me in a husky voice, his breath tickling my ear, wasn’t ing.ing. I muttered an “I apologize” and tried to roll away. But to my surprise, Harry wouldn’t let me. I tried to move so my lower half wasn’t in contact with him, and ended up being ‘poked’ by Harry.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

I would like to make one thing clear... Being a teenager with raging hormones really sucks. I foundelf elf clutching Malfoy’s arms as I struggled to gain control of my body. He didn’t make this any easier by wiggling around. As he squirmed, I tightened my grip on him in an effort to stop his movements. He fought to pull away from me and I felt blood rushing to my groin.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I thought. And then I gave myself a mental slap for thinking about fucking. Such thoughts were not going to help me out of my predicament.

Malfoy gave one final shift and I felt him press into the source of my distress. Oh damn...

So there we were. Two extremely hot and bothered boys lying on a floor pressed up against each other. I looked at Malfoy’s face to see his expression. What I saw was a mixture of shock, surprise and dare I say it... desire.

My libido reacted before my brain could and I placed a hand on his cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth. Too late to back out now, I thought as I moved my mouth and gave him another kiss square on the lips. I then opened my mouth against his in invitation.

**********Draco\'s POV**********

I was shocked when he first kissed me, but that didn’tt lot long. I ran my tongue across his lips and his mouth opened. I was right; It felt just like velvet. Our tongues battled each other, moving from his mouth into mine and back again.

His hand moved from my face down to my neck and to the front of my chest and started to undo the buttons. Not to be out done, and the thought of him naked never entering my mind (yeah, right), I pulled at his shirt, untucking it from his pants and pushing it up towards his head.

Our kiss broke, hey we both needed air, and I took the opportunity to pull his shirt off. I couldn\'t help myself. With that much skin laid out before me... I started nipping and kissing his neck and collar bone. I noticed his hands at the button of my slacks but the patch of skin under his left ear looked particularly tasty. At least It did till I felt Harry’s hand in my pants.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

I had never intended for things to get quite so out of hand. Really, I didn’t. But as we began kissing, I remembered the momentary flash oesh esh I had seen earlier as he stretched. It suddenly became vitally important that I find out if all his skin looked as smooth and fair.

Before I could fully expose what laid beneath his shirt, our kiss was broken and my own shirt was yanked over my head. My quest to discover the secrets of his skin was momentarily forgotten as a tongue ran across my collar bone. I gasped as teeth nipped at my neck. I ran my hands down Malfoy’s chest and found that all the buttons had been undone. My hands didn’t stop until they found something to unbutton... His pants.

It’s rather difficult to answer the age old question boxers or briefs? when pesky trousers keep getting in the way. I muttered a mantra of ‘off, off, off!’ and began tugging at the materialan ean effort to remove them. With much struggling and a little help from Malfoy, his pants joined my discarded shirt. I smirked a little as I saw that he was wearing Slytherin-green silk boxers.

He moaned and bit my earlobe rather hard as I ran my hand across the front of the tented maal. al. I moaned as well when one of his hands gripped my hair and the other trailed down my chest, past my navel and rubbed the bulge in my pants.

I moved my hand away from his lower regions and let it run up the back of his neck and into his hair. I pulled his face away from my neck and upper chest and kissed him hungrily. As we kissed, his hand worked at the front of my trousers and I bit down on his lip as I felt him reach into my pants and wrap his hand around me.

**********Draco\'s POV**********

Silky skin over hard steel. His member was thick and heavy in my palm. His pulse matching mine as we continued to kiss, lick, and nip our way over and around each others bodies. Somehow we accomplished the feat of getting Harry\'s trousers and my shirt to join the pile of clothes we\'d already managed to remove. Our kiss broke and we each took a moment to look at the others body, barely clothed, for the first time Bla Black hair mused and sticking out every which way, even worse than normal. Sun kissed skin flushed, and breath coming in shallow pants. Chest heaving and glistening with a subtle sheen of sweat. Strong arms, his fists clenching and unclenching as his eyes swept my frame. His thick member that I felt earlier tenting, and creating a wet spot in the material of his...

Gryffindor-red Golden-Snitch boxers? I at snt snickered at the sight of them but thought better of it at the last second. Laughing at his lack of fashion sense won\'t benefit anything. Moving on down past his childish novelty undergarments... Strong thighs and calves, and finally, feet hidden inside dark gray worn en sen socks. I looked back up his gorgeous body and looked deep into his eyes. Normally bright emerald green, they were turned to a deep forest, filled with lust and yearning.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

My eyes panned down from his high cheek bones to his lightly muscled chest and then all the way down to his feet. Dear Merlin... Those were the only words fit to describe his body. I had been right about his chest; it was smooth and seemingly untouched by the sun. But rather than being a dull white hue, it glowed with softness and gleamed with the slightest dusting of sweat. All of his skin held that ethereal light coloring and only darkened when met by shadows cast by the contours of his body.

I looked back to his face to see him scanning my body as well. I tried not to blush at his appraisal. I found this extremely difficult when his eyes paused and rested on the only article of clothing still covering my manhood. Was that a smile I saw lurking around the corners of his lips? What the fuck does he find so funny?! I would have voiced my question or at least given an indignant frown, but I became distracted.

I ached to reach out and touch his hair once more. It was spun from the finest silk and was the source of the heavenly vanilla scent. It’s coloring was as extraordinary as his skin. Could such a shade be natural? Well, there was a way to find out. But was I willing to go to such lengths to answer my query?

This was my dilemma. To see or not to see, that was the question. The portion of my mind that was sensible and rational told me to grab my cloak and run screaming from the room. However, every hormonally driven particle of myself screamed and pleaded for me to stay and discover if Malfoy was a natural blonde.

Action was needed. One way or another. Malfoy’s desire filled eyes locked with mine and my sensibility and rationality flung it’s hands up in a gesture of surrender. My hormones cheered with glee and I relinquished my control to them. In a flurry of motion I launched myself at Malfoy. He rolled onto his back and I endeavored to gain as much skin to skin contact as possible. He seemed startled at first, but didn’t have any objections. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried it before, but trying to remove someone else\'s undergarments while refusing to give up any bodily contact is rather difficult.

**********Draco\'s POV**********

Oh, good God! I fell onto my back as Harry launched himself at me. His hands andth wth were everywhere on my body. It was as if he was trying to memorize my frame, every curve and every dip, every cord of muscle and jutting of bone. He was having a hell of a time getting my boxers off. It didn’t even occur to me at the time, that that was what he was trying to do.

It was easier for me to remove his final article of clothing than it was for him to divest me of mine. I kissed my way up his neck and gently tugged on his earlobe with my teeth and growled impatiently.

“Just rip the damn things.” He moaned at my words and lifted himself off me. He ripped them off me none too gently and tossed them somewhere on the other side of the room. He sat back on his haunches and eyed me up and down like a piece of meat, licking his lips from time to time.

I would never admit it in public, and I’m not sure I’d do the same thing if ere ere anyone other that Harry... But I’m a natural submissive. So there I lay, legs partly spread, lying on my back propped on my elbows. Waiting...

**********Harry\'s POV**********

Oh my... He was beautiful. yes yes, he was indeed a natural blonde. My eyes remained transfixed on the proof and I was dimly aware my tongue wetting my lips. It really was a shame Gryffindor\'s and Slytherin’s didn’t share quidditch changing rooms. If that had been the case, I could have experienced this spectacular sight long ago.

Well, I amended, that wouldn’t be quite the same as what’s displayed before me now. And then my brain processed exactly what it was I was seeing. A nude Malfoy laying back with legs parted and I was also naked, kneeling almost between his legs.

Oh my... Sensibility and Rationality dropped their little white flags and took advantage of my shock. Rationality took my hormones in a chokehold while Sensibility kicked them in the shins. My hormones didn’t stand a chance.

“Malfoy, I... I can’t... I’ve never... that is... I... I mean...um,” I looked at him imploringly. Come on, I pleaded internally, don’t mae sae say it. There was no way I was going to fuck him... not like this. I was not going to lose my virginity on the cold stone floor of some abandoned room. It just wasn’t... dignified. That was something that should be special, something shared between two people who love each other. Dear Merlin, I sound like a cheesy Muggle romance novel.

A flicker of emotion passed over his face, but was quickly gone. He slowly rose from the floor and knelt in front of me. He placed a hand on my cheek and kissed me softly.

**********Draco\'s POV**********

Like hell I\'m gonna let this opportunity slip away! I knelt before him and kissed him. I stood back up but pulled him to his feet as well. I led him to a tapestry of a burning castle and pressed my hand to it. Harry\'s eyes widened when the tapestry rolled up for us to pass. I pulled him through and let him take a moment to look around.

e wae was a king-size sleigh bed with black silk lin dir directly opposite a large hearth. There was also a desk, a bureau, and a loveseat facing a large window looking out towards the lake. It was obvious that this room was in use, and Harry turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

\"Can I trust you not to let anyone else know about this room?\" This whole encounter would be null if he said no. Please say yes, I don\'t want to have to obliviate you...

**********Harry\'s POV**********

I hadn’t even ght ght of the possibility of an attached room. And what a room it was! It far surpassed anything the students where given. And then a thought struck me. If this wasn’t a student’s room, then it must belong to a member of the staff! Holy fucking hell, what if I was in Snape’s room? Not just in his room, but NAKED in his room. I turned to Malfoy and gave him an inquisitive look.

\"Can I trust you not to let anyone else know about this room?\" he asked.

In a horrified whisper I replied, “Who’s room am I in? Does Snape know you’re here? Oh, God! Does he know I’M here?!” He was looking at me with an odd expression but I continued to ramble on. “He’ll fucking castrate me! I’m naked, in Snape’s room!”

Malfoy seemed to be torn between amusement and confusion. I didn\'t see any hilarity in the situation at all but, hey, Malfoy had a twisted sense of humor. He watched me as my eyes darted around the room like a trapped animal. What if Snape came back? What would he do if he found two unclothed boys in his bed chamber? I really didn’t want to hang around to find out.

I made a grab for Malfoy’s hand and tried to pull him to the exit. “We’ve gotta get out of here!”

**********Draco\'s POV**********

As he pulled on my hand, I lost it. I started laughing so hard that I had tears running down my cheeks, flowing down the column of my neck. He looked at me confused before he leaned in and licked the track my tear had left on my neck. I stopped laughing, but I couldn’t keep it out of my voice as I placed my hands on either side of his face.

“Snape’s room is in the dungeons, Harry. We’re on the 5th floor. Not to mention that we’re also on the opposite end of the castle. This isn’t his room... It’s mine.” I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling at him when he cocked his head to the side all confused like a puppy.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

When Malfoy had started laughing, I thought he might just have lost his mind. And to be honest, I could see why a nervous breakdown could occur. I wasn’t far from having one myself. The last day and a half had been rather action-packed and emotion provoking. So at first i could understand his behavior...

But then I just got annoyed. We needed to get the fuck out of there and he just stood there shaking with the force of his mirth. I needed to shut him up and get him moving. I did the first thing that came to mind... I licked him. Yes, I know. It’s not the usual course of action but, hey, it worked.

Before I could force him out of the room, he grabbed my face and began explaining things. I didn’t pay too much attention to his words at first. The feel of his hands on my cheeks and causing me to look a bit like a fish took most of my focus. But I was definitely paying him heed by the time he said we were in his room.

Then he started chuckling again. What the fuck?! I thought. His chuckling soon became laughter. Slytherins have the oddest sense of humor. I waited for him to subside but quickly grew impatient. With tears streaming down his face once more, he doubled over and tried to articulate something while pointing at me.

I, who didn’t see anything funny, was a bit pissed off at this development. I found myself standing in front of him and giving him a shove. “What the fuck is so funny?!”

He fell back easily and sat on the floor shaking with the effort of stifling his laughter.

**********Draco\'s POV**********

“You looked like a confused, and lost puppy! It was so cute!” I said, still laughing, as I stood up. “And don’t push me.” I walked around until I was standing before the bed.

“You mean do this...?” he said as he shoved me again. I grabbed a hold of his arms and pulled him with me as I fell back onto the silken bedcovers. We started laughing as our childish antics.

Our laughter died and we laid there, me on my back with Harry above me, his face only inches away. Doing the only thing I could think of, I kissed him. It wasn’t as feverish and desperate as our earlier kisses, but it was sweet, and dare I say it (DARE!! DARE!!) chaste.

He broke the kiss and seemed to be making up his mind about something. With a slight nod of his head, he lowered his lips to claim mine.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

Well, it seemed as though my earlier stated requirements had nearly been met. I had the cheesy romance noel setting. A decorative room and a large, soft looking bed. Ah, hell. Were those votives I saw on the bedside table? I half expected to hear Marvin Gaye start singing Let’s Get it On in the background.

Now al I needed was someone I loved. Someone to share this special moment with. I looked down at Malfoy who was pinned beneath me. I wasn’t in love with him. I hated him for all the grief and confusion he’d caused me and for all the insults my friends had had to endure. But I could admit, at least to myself, that I felt a strong lust for him. And why not? He was gorgeous and did the most wonderful things with his tongue. What’s not to lust after?

To fuck or not to fuck, that was now my question. I wonsoonsoled by the fact that he didn’t seem to mind letting me be the fucker and he the fuckee. Well, I thought, maybe it won’t go that far. I was fooling myself and I knew it. My Gryffindor sensibilities told me that this was wrong; It shouldn’t happen this way. And yet, the atmosphere was right, we were both naked, he was willing... why not?

If it happens, it happens, I decided. I nodded to myself and lowered my lips to his. He shifted and our arousals rubber together. We both let out gasping moans.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me farther onto the bad to lay side by side. I slid over the silk covers and felt their softness. “It is so like you to have black, silk sheets.”

**********Draco\'s POV**********

He made some comment about the sheets, but I can’t for the life of me remember it as he began to explore my body with his lips, tongue and teeth. I was soon moaning and writhing beneath him.

It seemed as if he was having a private contest with himself to see if he could make me moan louder and louder. And I will testify to the fact the he was winning. He actually got me, a Malfoy, to beg for more.

He looked around the room before he laid across me to grab my bottle of hand lotion from the nightstand and settled back between my legs. He put some of the lotion on his hand and looked up at me. “Are you sure?” he asked in a husky voice. That tone made my breathing hitch, I was only able to nod.

**********Harry\'s POV**********

It didn’t take me long to discover that I liked Malfoy much better while he was squiring beneath me and moaning with pleasure. This was significantly better that his usual insults and sneers. I took it as a personal challenge to make him ask for more. I must say, he’s a stubborn little ferret. But finally, he broke and pleaded with me.

By this time, Little Harry was aching with neglect. There was no fucking way I was going to back out this time. I was going to shag him like he’d never been shagged before.

I grabbed some lotion and put some in the palm of my hand. Just in case he’d changed his mind, I asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this. Hey, I didn’t want him screaming ‘rape’ later on. He gave a nod his head in affirmation. I applied the lotion to my prick and squeaked (in a manly way) at it’s coldness.

Malfoy had his eyes closed in anticipation and I positioned myself between his legs. I suddenly became unsure of myself. What do I do next? I should have discreetly questioned Justin about this. He might have given me some pointers.

I decided to rely on instinct. And my instincts told me to pound his arse into the ground. I placed Little Harry at his entrance and thrust forward until I was buried to the hilt. Malfoy’s eyes flew open and he screamed and said, “Harry, I wasn’t ready!”

I was rather enjoying the warm, tight feeling Malfoy was providing me with and answered him with indignation. “What do you mean you weren’t ready?! You said you were sure!”

“No, you idiot, I mean I wasn’t prepared!” he said with a pained expression and a small tear in his eye.

This made little sense to me. What was the difference between ‘ready’ and ‘prepared’? I tried to remain as motionless as possible while I pondered this. Staying still was remarkably difficult and I found myself subconsciously rocking back and forth very slightly.

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