Mmm Mmm Good

Kudos to JK Rowling. Without her, I wouldn\'t have this little world to play in. Anything you recognize is hers. I own nothing but my imagination. Many thanks to my beta, Elf Hanyou.

\"Now, Potter, tell me again what we have to do for our punishment?\" asked Draco Malfoy as he sat down at the table in the Prefect\'s Study.

\"You know if you\'d kept your hands to yourself we wouldn\'t have to be doing this,\" Harry hissed. \"But no, you had to try to feel me up during Muggle Studies. What ever gave you the bloody idea that you could get away with that?\"

\"Well, I would have if you hadn\'t fallen off the bench,\" Draco smirked back. \"You know you\'re simply irresistible,\" Draco chuckled, giving Harry goo-goo eyes.

Harry and Draco had been a quiet item since the fall of Voldemort the previous year. Ron, Hermione, Pansy and Blaise were a few who knew of the couple. Even though the Wizarding world was accepting of such relationships, the boys were cautious because of their notoriety, Harry \"The Boy Who Lived\" Potter, and Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort’s right hand. Although it was well known that they were friends, which the Wizard world saw as a positive sign of unity, the boys kept the other side of their relationship hidden. There were a few noticeable slip-ups, but yesterday\'s little episode had just gotten them extra homework to do while their classmates were in Hogsmead.

Harry sighed, sitting down next to the blond, and pulled the homework sheets out of his bag. Brightening, he discovered that Professor Noddyboffin had given them reference sheets and they were to write a foot long essay on Muggle advertising slogans. \"This won\'t be too bad Draco. Here take a few sheets and read through them, the directions are to pick a few and discuss them. We\'ll be done soon and then we can have some fun,\" Harry grinned.

The boys sat in silence reading the sheets. Harry noticed Malfoy\'s brow wrinkling and a frown spreading across his face. Harry had forgotten that Draco was dreadful in Muggle Studies and was only taking it so he could sit next to Harry in another class.

\"What\'s wrong Draco?\"

\"I just don\'t understand, Harry, what the fuck does it mean, ’‘When you go Mac, you never go back?’ I mean, what the heck is a Mac and I know what an apple is and all,\" Malfoy sputtered.

\"Oh, you silly sod, here let me explain,\" Harry said as he scooted over a little closer to the Slytherin. \"See, a Mac is a computer that\'s made by a company called Apple and they named it a Mac, sorta short for Macintosh, like a real apple,\" Harry stated. \"Pick another one Draco and I\'ll help you figure it out.\"

\"Ok,\" Draco sighed as he studied the papers. \"Ha! Harry I get this one. Look it says ’If it ain\'t Stiff it isn\'t worth a fuck.’ But… what\'s a record?\"

\"It’s sorta like the Wizarding Wireless. They put the music on this round disc that the Muggles play on a machine. That\'s a good one, pick another,\" Harry said with a laugh.

Draco smiled back at the tousle-headed boy and bent his head, reading down the sheets. \"Ok, Harry, what\'s the ‘it’ in, ‘Don\'t leave home without it.’ I mean the only thing I wouldn\'t leave home without is my wand or my dick, the rest you can buy or transfigure.\"

\"Don\'t you ever listen in class? Remember when she was talking about Muggle money and something called credit cards. Well, American Express is a credit card that the Muggles use when they don\'t have enough money to buy something. It\'s supposed to mean that it\'s kinda like your wand, because you can get anything you want with it. My Uncle Vernon had one.\"

The silvery haired blond frowned again as his eyes landed on another slogan. \"Why in the world would anyone want a ‘bunny in them?’ Do the Muggles really say all this rubbish?\"

\"Let me see, Draco,\" as Harry leaned over to see what the blond was looking at. “Oh, that\'s a little pink bunny that goes around beating a drum advertising batteries. Remember, batteries, little round things that go in some Muggle stuff to give them power to run? Yeah, some people get lots of money to make up this stuff.\"

Malfoys arm snaked around Harry\'s waist. \"Would you like to have the bunny in you?\" he whispered.

\"I\'d rather have the ferret,\" Harry whispered back as he leaned into those soft, inviting lips, homework now forgotten, his tongue tasting and slithering home. Draco\'s fingers began inching up the raven-haired boy\'s chest, unfastening his robe as they moved ever slowly upwards. He slipped his hand inside his dark lover\'s shirt, circling and pinching his small nipples, his mouth finding it\'s way up the soft tan flesh of Harry\'s neck.

\"Let your fingers do the walking,\" Harry whispered as he nibbled his way towards Draco\'s ear. His tongue slipped in and out, fucking his blond\'s ear as his hand twisted in that shiny, soft hair.

Breathless, Draco reached to take Harry\'s hand, pulling him up and toward the sofa near the fire crackling softly in the hearth. The Slytherin Prince grinned and wet his lips as he pushed Harry\'s shirt off his arms. \"You know Harry, between love and madness lies obsession,\" he murmured as he bent to lick that perfect pink nipple, running his tongue around and around until he drew it into his mouth. His hands were busy with Harry\'s zipper as Malfoy\'s mouth slowly nipped and kissed his way through the fine dusting of dark hair to the neck he loved so well.

His eyes glazed with lust, Harry pulled Draco\'s robes over his head. \"Clothes. Off. Now,\" he hissed, tearing at the silver-eyed boy\'s trousers. His hands roughly undid the fine silk shirt Draco wore, popping the buttons off in his haste. Quickly, the ice prince was bare before his lover. His long, pale fingers slowly traced Harry\'s cock through his boxers, as he said softly, \"I need a taste of paradise.\" Draco slid his boxers down his lover\'s trembling legs while Harry\'s hands caressed his dragon\'s face, tracing the curve of his jaw, his cheekbone, the curve of his eyebrow to the silky hair he loved to feel drift through his fingers. Draco slowly brushed his fingertips up Harry\'s inner thighs, only stopping to plant a few small kisses on his knees. He traced a line up his leg with his tongue, leaving gooseflesh in his path. As his eyes glinted with desire, Draco gazed at his favorite white meat swaying in front of his face. Softly he stroked it, guiding it towards his lips. Head thrown back and eyes closed, Harry moaned, \"Ohh Draco, taste me, taste me, please…please come on and taste me.\"

Draco happily obliged by licking the first drop of pre-cum from Harry\'s cock. Tracing his tongue along the leaking slit, he began to suck and draw Harry into his mouth, never stopping the swirling motion of his talented tongue. One hand had now found Harry\'s hip, and the other fondled his testicles, feeling them move and constrict with his growing pleasure. Harry\'s hands had stopped caressing Draco\'s hair and now gripped his shoulders, fingers digging deeply into the pale, white flesh. Fully in the throes of his orgasm, he began to thrust faster into Draco\'s mouth, never loosing rhythm with the sucking, swirling action within.

Draco knew what his Gryffindor loved and he loved to give it to him. He felt the tension starting in Harry and knew he was close. Pulling back a little from the aroused boy, he wiped a dab of pre-cum off of his own throbbing shaft and gingerly fingered Harry\'s puckered opening. He felt the raven-haired lad jerk slightly when he found his sweet spot, teasing it lightly with his finger. With a groan wrung from the depths of his soul, Harry spent himself. Swallowing as fast as he could, the blond Slytherin prince struggled to keep up with the taste of Harry flowing across his tongue. Slightly acrid and woody tasting, the cum reminded Draco of old whisky whipped into cream, and just as intoxicating.

Harry fell bonelessly onto the sofa, panting and trembling. He gazed in wonder as the blond crawled toward him. Licking the traces of cum from his swollen lips, eyes glinting in the firelight, Draco smirked, \"Good to the last drop, Potter.\"

Harry rolled his eyes, and sniggered \"You know; I melt in your mouth, not in your hands.\" He felt a hand upon his knee and he looked back into Draco\'s eyes.

Unblinking, silvery blue eyes stared into green, as Draco hissed, \"I\'m not through with you yet, Potter.\" Pulling the wobbly boy from the sofa, he shoved him roughly to the rug in front of the fire. Lying on his stomach, Harry could feel his Dragon slithering up his legs to his arse. Raising himself upon his elbows, he felt the soft pressure of a cool tongue darting around his entrance.

Draco snaked his tongue into Harry, tasting his musky aroma. Flicking in and out, he felt Harry shiver beneath him, knowing he would soon bring him warmth. Positioning himself behind Harry, he began to tease the aroused boy, rubbing his hard cock between his cheeks, touching and pulling back from that pink puckered hole. Quivering with need, Harry gasped, \"Now Malfoy Now!\"
\"Oh no Potter, getting there is half the fun\" Draco drawled as he continued taunting Harry with his cock. “You wanted the ferret in you, and soon you\'ll have a tiger in your tank.\"

Harry began to buck back, desperate to have Draco inside. \"Please, please Draco, I\'m hurting!\" Harry sobbed.

\"Have it your way!\" the Ice Prince growled as he rammed himself home into the tight, hot warmth of his own little dark lord killer. Draco was amazed as always at the tightness and warmth surrounding him. Draco thrust short and hard, long and deep into the shaking boy beneath him. Varying his strokes, making sure to brush Harry\'s sweet spot, he kept going and going until Harry cried out. Panting and gasping, Draco felt his own orgasm explode from deep inside as he thrust one last time into the quaking mass beneath him, dropping them both into a tangled heap on the rug.

The boys lay spooned together in front of the fire. Draco pulled a throw off the sofa draped it over them creating a cocoon of warmth. Harry was nestled in Draco\'s arms, his head resting against his shoulder. The quiet was only lessened by the slow, steady breathing of the boys. Draco\'s fingers idly drifted up and down Harry\'s chest, pausing only to caress his nipples. His hand drifted lower, following the faint dusting of dark hair to his pubis. Harry shifted slightly allowing Draco to brush his shaft.

\"Fuck, Potter, you\'re like a rock!\" Malfoy gasped.

\"Well, you know what they say,” Harry snickered, “it takes a licking and keeps on ticking.\" As he rolled over to face Draco. His eyes twinkled as he grasped Draco\'s flaccid penis, stroking it lightly. \"It looks like you\'ve fallen and you can\'t get up,\" he sniggered.

\"Piss off you wanker!\" Malfoy shot back. \"That\'s enough of this slogan shit.\" He started to rise when the green-eyed Gryffindor pulled him back down.

\"Draco,” Harry purred, “you know I bring good things to life.\" As he pulled Draco closer, he waved his hand while muttering a few words. Draco felt the pinpricks of a spell penetrating his skin. His creamy white skin sparkled as the spell enveloped him. The Ice Prince had become a golden angel before Harry\'s eyes, and then, the spell\'s light faded, leaving Draco illuminated only by the reddish gold firelight

\"Harry, uh… what did you do to me? I feel a bit strange.\" Malfoy stuttered. \"You used wandless magic Harry. I didn\'t know you could do that.\" It wasn\'t often that the Slytherin was speechless, but between the magical sex he had just had and the sensations that were tingling through his limbs, he just couldn\'t think.

\"Aw Draco, you know I\'d never hurt you,\" the raven-haired boy whispered as he slowly traced a fingernail up Draco\'s semi-erect shaft. \"It was just an intensifying spell. Actually it was the same one that I used to kill Voldemort.\"

Draco\'s silvery eyes widened in a momentary panic. He trusted Harry, but anything that was used in the defeat of Voldemort couldn\'t be good. Harry felt the blond tense next to him, but continued to stroke him gently, just brushing the tips of his fingers up and down, around and around.

\"It just makes you feel things more intensely. And the more you resist, the more intense the sensations. Pain and pleasure are both magnified. The less you resist, the less pain you feel. I know it works that way with pain but I\'m not sure about pleasure. I didn\'t learn to use it for that,\" Harry explained, trying to reassure his Dragon. His eyes peered intently into silver blue to see if he was alright.

Draco moaned as the tingling waves of pleasure crashed through his body. \"Harry,” he gasped, “how much pleasure, I mean, how much does it intensify? Oh gods, I... ahh!\" Draco writhed and arched as his cock hardened.

Harry\'s eyes darkened with lust as he watched Draco gasp and clutch at the rug as he came in great pearly ropes. across his hand and stomach. His own cock throbbed with need, he rolled Draco over on his back. Straddling the limp boy, he began to rub his leaking cock into the cum pooled on Draco\'s stomach. He lowered himself lower and lower, until his nipples were brushing Draco\'s chest. Harry wanted more and he was determined to get it. Mindful of the spell he had cast, he kept his touch light and sure. Draco began to writhe again as Harry nipped at his neck and collarbone. Kissing his way up to Draco\'s lips, the dark lord killer gently brushed his tongue across those swollen pink lips until access was granted. He swept his tongue over Draco\'s, tasting and darting. He crawled back down the prone blond, letting his tongue lightly lap down his chin, and throat, and across his chest. Harry sat back on his legs, knees between Draco\'s legs staring at the overly aroused boy before him, a pleased look spreading across his face. He reached down to the wet patch on Draco\'s stomach, dipping his fingers into their mixed cum. Grinning as he tasted the mixture of bitter vanilla and old whisky on his fingers, he smirked at Draco. \"Finger Lickin Good.\"

The former Ice Prince started to laugh, but then gasped as Harry\'s finger entered him. Gently it probed him, and then when that sensation had become familiar another was added. Twisting and scissoring, the fingers loosened Draco for his Boy Who Loved. Turning his head to the side, Draco closed his eyes and groaned, Harry... Harry... ohhh.\" The sensations were rampaging thru him as he felt something else enter him. ‘Oh my Gods’ his mind screamed, ‘he\'s got his tongue in me too!’

Slowly the tongue teased and tortured the moaning boy. Harry knew he had succeeded in blowing Draco\'s mind, when he began wailing. Capturing his knees in the crooks of his elbows, Harry slid into Draco, allowing his full length to reach into his very core. He loved the way the blond could take his full length, the warmness of the tight tunnel turned his mind to mush. He set a leisurely rhythm as Draco met him thrust for thrust, until his will to please came unraveled as the Slytherin Dragon came with a hiss and passed out from pleasure. He pounded into the limp blond a few more times, roaring as his seed filled him.

When Draco awoke, he found himself staring into Harry Potter\'s eyes. He watched as the long dark lashes fell across the face he had hated for so long, but now loved. He reached a hand out from under the throw and softly pulled Harry\'s lips to his. \"Reach out and touch someone, Potter.\" he whispered across the slightly parted lips, before he was pulled into a gentle kiss. As tongues explored each other\'s lips, gums and teeth, the boys gently stroked each other\'s faces.

The sated boys parted, sighing as they gazed into each other\'s eyes. Draco brushed the messy-haired boy\'s fringe from his eyes, leaning in to kiss him once more. The boys lay there, in peaceful silence, exploring each other\'s faces with their eyes

\"Harry.\"

\"What?\"

A tiny smirk spread across his face as Draco drawled softly, \"Do you think we\'ve learned enough about Muggle advertising slogans?\"

Harry gazed into Draco\'s eyes, a wicked glint gleaming. \"Well, you know, it never hurts to revise.\"

Draco smirked back. \"Mmm, mmm, good,\" he whispered as he pulled Harry into another kiss.