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Harry stiffened in the armchair he was sitting in as the door slowly creaked open.

“You’re late,” he snapped as Draco stepped into the deserted classroom and shut the door.

“I’m sorry,” Draco said quietly. “Uncle Sev just went on and on about my Potions assignment and—”

“It’s always him, isn’t it? Why do you call him Uncle anyway? He’s not your fucking relative.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed. “What’s your problem, Potter? Lay off Severus, alright? You know he’s been our family friend for ages and I practically grew up in his lap.”

“That’s not all you want to do in his lap though, is it?” Harry spat out.

“Where the fuck is this coming from, Harry? If you have a problem with me tell me about it, don’t drag anyone else into it.” Draco looked like he was trying hard to keep his voice level.

“Don’t give me that shit. I’ve seen the way you look at him. You’ve never quite grown out of that crush you had on him, have you?”

The tight reign Draco had been keeping on his emotions broke and he shouted, “For crying out loud, Harry! That was years ago. And it was just a boyhood crush, the one that made me realise I was gay, if you remember? God, you’ve had dozens of crushes yourself. Where is this coming from, Harry?”

Draco’s eyes softened as Harry squeezed his eyes shut, pushing his glasses up his forehead and leaning back into the armchair.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” he asked, softly.

“Why do you even care?” asked Harry, burying his face in his hands. “It’s not like I mean anything to you.”

Draco shook his head and walked towards the chair Harry was sitting in. He stepped behind the chair and began massaging Harry’s shoulders.

“What are you talking about, Harry? You know that’s not true,” Draco said softly, gently kneading the flesh between Harry’s shoulder blades. After a couple of minutes, his hands crept to the front of Harry’s shirt and his nimble fingers got the first button open.

Harry’s eyes snapped open and he almost jumped out of the chair. His glasses fell awkwardly on his nose. Harry put his arms across his chest and shouted, “Stop it, Draco! I’ve had enough of you stringing me along with your smooth talk and your sweet words. I’m always the one waiting for you, always the one to apologize first. You fucking treat me like dirt and when I’ve just about had enough you pull me back in. You know what? I’m tired of your shit. I can’t do this any more. Just go. You’re free to go be with whomever you want to be with now, no need for excuses any more.” Harry’s face was flushed with anger and frustration by now.

Draco sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

“Harry, I know I haven’t had much time for us lately, but so much has been happening. Father has been asking about whether I’m ready to be initiated and Uncle Sev has been teaching me—”

“Stop it!” Harry yelled. “Just go already. Go be with your fucking Uncle Sev since you so obviously care to spend more time with him than with me.”

“Harry,” Draco said slowly, closing the distance between them and cupping Harry’s face with his hands. “You have no idea how much I care about you.”

Harry hesitated, then slowly raised his hands and covered Draco’s. “Then tell me, Draco, what do I mean to you? Why are you with me anyway?”

Draco leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the other boy’s lips. “Apart from the fact that you’re the Boy Who Lived, you mean?” he asked, a teasing grin on his face.

Harry pulled out of Draco’s hold and turned away abruptly. “Just fuck off Malfoy,” he said shakily, as he started to move away.

He was stopped by Draco’s strong arms snaking around his own, as the Slytherin pressed against Harry’s back.

“Let me go, Draco!” Harry shouted, but Draco just held him tighter.

“Not on your life,” Draco whispered. “You want to know what I feel about you, Harry? I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you how I think about you all the time, how you’re in my thoughts and in my dreams. When I’m not with you, it’s like a part of me is missing. I’m completely obsessed with you, Harry.”

“I don’t believe you,” Harry said quietly, not turning to face Draco.

“Then look in my eyes and see for yourself,” Draco said, moving his hands slightly and causing a bit of Harry’s shirt to be pulled out of his trousers.

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. “No. I know if I look at you, I’ll believe whatever lies you—”

“They’re not lies, Harry,” Draco said, his hot breath sending tingles down Harry’s spine. “Do you know how long I’ve waited today to touch you, to taste you?” Draco leaned over and planted a wet kiss on the side of Harry’s neck.

“Bullshit,” Harry countered. “I’ve been waiting here for almost an hour.”

“And believe me,” Draco said seductively, his lips still on Harry’s neck, “Every minute away from you has been torture. I spent the last hour thinking about what I was going to do with you when I finally got to be with you.”

Draco’s right hand moved lower and opened another button off Harry’s shirt. “I’ve been waiting to get you out of these clothes and on your back. I’ve been waiting to touch you and smell you and take you and make you scream my name, Harry. Have you any idea how much I want you right now?”

Draco’s breath sped up as his left hand slowly pulled at Harry’s shirt. He ran his fingers over Harry’s nipples, and his tongue began a languid journey from the base of Harry’s neck up to his ear. Harry sighed and leaned back into Draco’s embrace, as Draco continued to nip and bite at Harry’s neck. The blond’s clever fingers worked their way under Harry’s shirt, roaming over Harry’s soft chest hair, as he tweaked the other boy’s already erect nipples.

“Fuck, Draco,” Harry moaned, grabbing on to Draco’s hand and reaching behind him with the other to cup the erection that had been pressing so deliciously against his arse. That only caused Draco to bite harder on Harry’s neck, causing the Gryffindor to squeak in surprise.

“Come on, Harry, don’t be mad. Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?” Draco asked mischievously.

Before Harry could answer, Draco had turned him around, and had dropped down to his knees.

“Is this what you want, Harry?” Draco asked, locking eyes with Harry.

“Draco,” Harry breathed as Draco quickly removed Harry’s belt and in one swift motion, pulled Harry’s trousers and boxes down to his ankles. Harry opened his mouth to protest, or plead maybe, but it was cut off as he found himself engulfed in Draco’s warm and very talented mouth.

All rational thought left Harry’s mind as Draco licked and sucked down to Harry’s balls and up to the tip of his hardened shaft. Harry moaned and pulled at the blond’s soft hair as Draco gripped Harry’s hips and continued with his ministrations.

After a while, Draco pulled back, looking up at Harry’s dazed look in satisfaction.

“You’re mine, Harry,” he said, tightening his grip on Harry’s hips.

Harry’s eyes snapped to Draco’s at this comment, and he pulled the other boy up roughly and brought Draco’s lips to his in a fierce kiss.

“And you’re mine, Draco, only mine,” Harry growled. “Even if you won’t admit it.”

Moving one of his hands behind Draco’s back, Harry used his other hand to push the blond gently to the floor. Harry began to rain furious kisses all over Draco, on his face, his neck, his chest. Harry pulled Draco up a bit, and pulled his t-shirt off over his head.

“Mine, all mine,” Harry whispered, biting and sucking at Draco’s perfect porcelain skin. “I’ll never let anyone else have you,” he continued, unbuckling Draco’s belt pus pushing his pants and briefs out of the way. “I’ll kill anyone who even thinks of touching you. You’re mine, and don’t you forget it.”

Draco tried to pull Harry up for a kiss, but Harry resisted, moving his mouth lower down Draco’s body.

After a few minutes of silence interspersed with moans from both boys, Harry came up for air. “Accio lubricant,” he said quietly, reaching out his hand out as a bottle containing cherry flavoured oil flew into his outstretched fingers.

“Mine,” Harry repeated, his slick fingers preparing Draco and reducing the usually smug boy to a shivering mess of need and desire. “Mine to hate, mine to hurt, mine to fight, mine to suck and fuck, mine to own and possess. You’re mine, Draco, and don’t you forget it,” Harry said, licking at Draco’s lips even as his fingers moved deep within the other.

And Harry proceeded to prove to Draco exactly how serious he was about possessing him.

With Harry deep inside him, claiming him in every way possible, Draco seemed to believe.

Hours later, as Harry ran his fingers through the silky strands that fell off the side of Draco’s face and onto Harry’s chest, he smiled in resignation, knowing how completely over his head he was with Draco. ‘How far would I go for you, Draco?’ Harry asked himself. He would destroy himself completely for the other boy, but he knew he could never risk anyone else’s life because of his weakness. He would follow his destiny and fulfill the prophecy, no matter where Draco fit into the equation.

Harry leaned over and placed a gentle kiss atop the blond head and whispered. “I love you,” three words that he had never had the guts to say to Draco in person, because he knew Draco would never reciprocate those feelings. Harry smiled at the angelic look on Draco’s face as he slept.

“’Wuvutoo,” Draco mumbled in his sleep, snuggling closer to Harry.

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise.


**The end?**