Suck and Blow: I want my kiss, Potter

"Would you just look at those lips, Pans? I bet they know how to suck a cock." Draco stared transfixed at the dark haired boy from across the hall. Something he had been doing a lot these days.

When the war ended, the anger he had felt towards the Chosen One had dissipated to mutual understanding, which soon lead to curiosity, and now he just couldn't stop thinking about the git. His lips, that stupid birds nest he called hair, and not to mention that fine arse. Draco wanted Potter. He wanted to manhandle him in a dark corridor somewhere and ride him till there was nothing left to take. He wanted-

Pansy wrinkled her nose, "Draco, do understand that this is all very new to me. I'm still getting over the shock that you have no plans on marrying me, and now I have to hear about this queer infatuation over boy wonder?"

"Don't tell me you're still mad about that? What happiness will you find with me in marriage if I can't even get it up?" Draco turned from his eye-fucking session to look at the pouting girl sitting beside him. Lucius nearly strangled him when he found out that Draco had personally gone to the Parkinsons to call off the engagement. But as much as he loved Pansy, he would never be in love with her. The war had changed many things, especially his views of life, and he wanted to live on his own terms.

"True, but now I have to marry that lanky, gaunt-faced Theodore. And he's barking mad, you know? Especially now that his father's gotten the kiss. What am I going to do with that?"

The day after the engagement was called off and all of good pureblood society had gotten word of it, much to Pansy's dismay, Theodore had showed up at her family's manor and offered his hand in marriage. It would have been romantic if he hadn't flicked his tongue at her afterward, when her parents were nowhere in sight.

Draco stifled a giggle. That story always made him laugh. "Oh, stop whining, I heard he's hung like a horse. Now, back to Potter. How do you think I can steal a kiss from him?"

Pansy rolled her eyes at the very Slytherin-like glint that passed over his own stone grey ones. "I thought our plotting days were over, Drakey-dear."

Now it was the blond boy's turn to roll his eyes. "How can you say that, Pansy-kins? It's me, remember?"

A week later, Draco found his chance during a very unjustified visit to detention. The she-weasel, who was being pretty vindictive since the unveiling of Harry's true sexual orientation, had decided to take her frustrations out on the blond. Draco, who was feeling frustrated with his inability to think up the perfect plan to kiss Potter, had lashed out and, of course, gotten himself a week's worth of detention while Ginny got off with only a warning.

Still bitter about the whole thing, Draco angrily kicked at the wall. "That freckle-faced bitch!" A dozen mops which had been stacked against the wall tumbled down at his feet. He had been given cleaning duty, and he knew he reeked of Muggle product and Filch. Draco bent down to pick up one of the fallen mops, giving it a firm shake. "All I want is to kiss Potter. Is that so bad? Can I just please come up with something before I lose my mind in here?"

'Great, I've finally lost it.' Tossing the mop away, Draco bent down to get the stuff he needed when he spotted a stack of boxes underneath the shelf, with the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes logo printed across it. 'Must be Filch's personal collection,' he thought, a wicked grin stretching across his face. "Looks like I'll be kissing Potter after all."

"BOY, STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF AND GET BACK TO WORK!"

"Kiss Me or Die Mistletoes, how could I forget? This is the perfect way to get a kiss from Potter. He won't be able to deny me, because he literally can't deny me. It's genius!" Draco said with delight as he watched the chaos that slowly became the Great Hall.

Pansy sighed from her perched seat against the window. Draco had really done it this time.

The Kiss Me or Die Mistletoes were a product that the twins had made over two years ago. While not really killing anyone, they physically entrapped the victims until they kissed.

It would have been funny if she hadn't just seen Hagrid make out with Flitwick.

"There goes Potter," Pansy shouted over the murderous cries and snickers. Draco took off in a blond blur, his eyes set on the goal. There was Potter, standing confused in the middle of it, the mistletoe hanging over his head. If he could just get there before anyone else did…

Then the unthinkable happened.

"LONGBOTTOM!" Draco skidded to a halt and threw himself behind a tall vase before either boy could look up.

Neville Fucking Longbottom scratched nervously at the back of his head. "Oh, sorry, Harry. Didn't see you there…"

"Yes you did, you stupid klutz," Draco sneered behind a snapping fire lily. He winced as it clipped him on the ear.

"That's alright, Neville," Harry said, still oblivious to everything. "Here, let me help you with those."

Neville watched greedily as the Boy Who Lived (Twice) bent down to pick up the fallen books, the swell of his pert ass sticking out of his formfitting jeans.

Draco fumed while the yellow flower burst into a small flame as Professor Sprout had once predicted it would. "Longbottom, you're a dead man…"

Harry suddenly shot up and stared in transfixed horror at his housemate. "Y-you just...you just squeezed my arse!"

Neville blushed. "I'm sorry, Harry. I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Just don't let it happen again."

Neville nodded anxiously, "Right. So looks like we're going to be here for awhile, huh?"

"Huh?" Harry looked around, catching sight of Hermione trying to hex the ward that had entrapped her with a very bored looking Blaise. Ron was throwing his own share of hexes.

"M-mistletoe," Neville stuttered out, "We can't leave until they get them removed. But that can take hours, days even…"

"I'm willing to wait."

Draco smirked, 'Take that, Longbottom. See, no one wants to kiss you.'

"Are you sure Harry? Didn't you say you had an important Quidditch match to train for?"

Harry didn't look so sure after that. "Well..." When he noticed the boy coming closer, he took two stumbling steps backwards, but the invisible wards around him shimmered and he bounced right back into the other boy, almost nose to nose.

"It's okay Harry, I like boys too," he breathed out, and before Harry could say that that still didn't mean he wanted to kiss him, Neville had swiped him up into his arms and greedily latched onto those lips in a bruising kiss. Draco stared, nauseated as Neville all but ruined his image of kissing the messy-haired boy.

"Did you hear? Neville was found in the infirmary yesterday. Someone had placed a snapping fire lily on his desk during Herbology class," said Hermione the day after the fiasco. Ron still wouldn't talk to her, though she didn't understand why. How was it her fault that she had an exam and couldn't wait the four hours until Headmistress McGonagall found the counter-curse?

"Serves him right," Harry griped, shoving a spoonful of chicken stew into his mouth. "What the hell's gotten into him?"

The girl let out a laugh, "Maybe it had something to do with you clinging to him when Ron started avoiding you after that article about you and Oliver came out."

Ron, who was so sure that his best friend was going to marry Ginny after the war, had been distraught when news came that the Boy Who Lived was indeed gay. Naturally, he took Ginny's side and left Harry to deal with the ridicule of his housemates. The only people Harry could confide in were Hermione and, to his surprise, Neville. Ron had eventually gotten over it, but seeing his sister become a bitter hag afterward was a little hard to swallow.

"I didn't cling to him, Hermione."

When she just gave him a look, he threw his hands in the air. "Okay, maybe I did. But how was I supposed to know he'd turn a seemingly platonic relationship into something else?"

She shrugged, "You just have to be more careful Harry. Though there are quite a few people that hate the idea of a gay hero, there are plenty of others that would do anything to get inside your bed. That includes making a mess out of a friendship."

Harry tossed his spoon on the table, having lost his appetite. "I have to get out of here." He stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder.

"Okay, but remember that you have curfew."

Harry rolled his eyes. He thought being an eighth year would have at least given him some more privileges.

While Harry was bemoaning the mess his life had become, Draco was moving towards his next scheme.

"Right, so that last plan didn't work out like I wanted it to, but this one is sure to be a winner."

Pansy stared curiously at the contents swirling inside the cauldron. "What's that you got there?"

"Turpis Vir. It's said to make one invisible, but only for a short amount of time. Enough time to get a taste of Potter. He won't even know what hit him." Draco smiled, overjoyed with the plan he worked up. "Say it, Pans. You know you want to."

Pansy sighed, "Draco, I thought we were over the besotted girlfriend act. I'm not doing that anymore."

"For old time's sake?" He threw in the puppy dogs eyes for good measure.

Pansy knew she wouldn't be able to deny him now, especially when he was wearing a frilly pink apron that had the words 'Sexy Bitch' printed across it. Where did he even get such a thing, anyway? "Gee, Draco, you're just so smart and good looking. If anyone could come up with such a great scheme, it's you. Happy now?

"Very," Draco smiled prettily, flashing his straight white teeth.

"So, is there any reason why I'm here in Snape's old office when it's a perfectly sunny day out?" Pansy asked; a chill running up her spine as she looked around her former professor's room. She had only been there once, back in first year. About a month into term, Millicent had kicked Draco in the shin after he called her fat, and Pansy, ever the protector of her betrothed, decided to cut the girl's ponytails off when she wasn't looking. The aftermath cost her two nights in detention and a black eye.

"Here's the thing. This potion is missing all but one thing; something that would secure me a lifetime sentence in Azkaban if they ever caught me with it."

"Alright, what is it then?"

"Crushed fairy dust, and I need you to get it for me. You see, I might not be able to get my hands on it, but I know for sure that Nott's got some. I heard his father talking about it with my father awhile ago.

"Like hell I'm talking to that person. Did you know he made it so that Ginny and I would walk under the same mistletoe? He said he wanted his future wife to have some fun before he breaks her in."

"Complete barbarian, that one," Draco said in an appalled voice. "Anyway, back to me; can you just do this, please? I want to get on with the kissing Potter part, and maybe some shagging afterward."

"No—absolutely not! I've only got two more months to avoid Theodore before I'm bound to him forever."

Draco whimpered and sat down beside the girl, throwing his hands around her waist. "Please, Pansy? Pretty, please?"

"No," she said firmly, though her eyes started to soften.

He started to lap at her neck, gentle nipping at the pulse point until she let out a moan, her eyelids falling shut. "Fine, whatever you want."

Draco let out an elated yelp, but then frowned when he began to wonder how exactly he was going to slither out of this situation.

"No."

Draco had threatened, whimpered, given his best puppy dog eyes, and yet the tall, weedy boy stood strong. Not even Pansy's offer to not kick him in the balls when he tried to kiss her was able to win him over.

"Then what do you want?" Draco asked, folding his hands over his chest. 'Dear Merlin, please don't let it involve me.'

"I want you," the dark-haired boy said to Pansy. Pansy turned away from his heated stare, her cheeks burning. "Can't you just wait until I don't have a choice anymore?"

"No, I mean that I want you to be mine. I want everyone to know that you're engaged to me. Stop trying to hide it."

Draco looked pleadingly at his friend. "See, is that so hard?"

Pansy shoved his face away. "Is there another choice?"

Theo smirked, "Or, you can just meet me in the prefect's bathroom for some fun. I heard Moaning Myrtle is great with the commentary. Wouldn't it be hot, those ghostly eyes wandering over our naked bodies as she cheers us on?"

Draco's eyebrows shot up his forehead, "A bit of the exhibitionist I see." He then got an image of Harry heaving on top of him as Moaning Myrtle hovered in the background, waving her pom-poms at them. 'You can do it, Harry!'

Draco shook his head, swiping at the beads of sweat that had formed above his brow.

Theo shrugged, "Probably. So what do you say, future wife of mine?"

Pansy's forehead began to throb. She really couldn't handle this much stress anymore. "I'll tell everyone you're my fiancé, and we'll go on a few dates. But you don't ever touch me, understand? At least until we say our 'I do's."

Theo smiled triumphantly, "You'll learn to love me soon, my dear. Wait right here while I get the stuff. Don't move." He said, staring at the two as if they would flee any second. Satisfied they wouldn't, he slipped back into his room, slamming the door in their faces.

"That poor, disturbed freak…" Draco muttered sadly. "Do you think he's got any Polyjuice Potion in there? Maybe if this doesn't work, I can just turn into Oliver or something."

It was late at night when Harry returned from Hagrid's hut. Hermione had been right. It wasn't just Neville that was trying to get into his pants. Apparently, Hogwarts was swarming with eligible gay men. Seamus, who had 'accidently' ran into him on the way to Quidditch practice, had tried to wrestle him in one of the Prefect's bathrooms. Blaise, who had been taking a bath, had asked if he could join in. Not that the sight of two very good looking boys offering sex wasn't arousing to him; he just couldn't bring himself to do it. No matter how much his cock pleaded with him. There was this feeling lingering inside his gut, telling him to wait for the right moment, the right guy. After foolishly rushing in with Oliver, he'd learnt not to trust anyone that threw themselves at him and called it love.

Harry turned a corner with his hands in his pockets. His hair was still windswept from his climb up the hill, and his cheeks were rosy from the chilly breeze.

Draco crept quietly from behind a statue, naked as a newborn. The potion sloshed uncomfortably in his gut with every step, and he just hoped he wouldn't vomit all over Potter before the night was over.

Under his breath, Draco cast a tripping hex and watched as the other boy tumbled over.

Harry lay sprawled on the floor, staring dizzily up at the ceiling. "What the-" He let out a strangled scream as a feathery light feeling trailed up his chest. He went for his wand, but it was quickly knocked out of his hand.

"You don't want to do that," a voice whispered above him. The wand which had slid across the floor shot up unsteadily into the air, and he went to grab it.

"Ah, ah, ah, what a naughty Gryffindork you are." The wand was waved in his face, similar to when his aunt used to scold him with a spatula.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your secret admirer," The mystery person replied in a sultry, dream-like voice. Harry felt the unbuttoning of his shirt, and was greeted with cold air. Fingers shied across the exposed flesh, stopping to leave soft moist kisses against the places he flinched the most. Harry let out a gasp when those fingers latched onto his nipples and squeezed gently.

"Fuck."

"You like this, Potter? Not seeing or knowing, just feeling? You like it, don't you?" The words vibrated above his navel. He felt lips press there, and a tongue circling around it before slowly dipping inside.

"If this is Seamus, I swear-" He yelped when he felt a nip. "Alright, not him I guess."

He was awarded with more kisses.

"You know technically I can put you in jail for this."

Mystery man let out a throaty chuckle, "I don't see you struggling. In fact, I don't see you reaching out for that wand of yours, either." He flicked his tongue out, and breathed across the damp spot.

Harry turned his head and stared at his wand that was lying at his side. "That was pretty stupid," he muttered, and rolled his hips against the invisible body that had straddled his hips.

"I know, how daft can I be?" Draco moaned, grinding himself over Potter's cock. He leant forward, cupping the boy's face. "Fuck, you have the most gorgeous lips I've ever seen. Gonna kiss them," he panted, stifling a moan a moment later. "Gonna kiss them so hard."

Harry let out a groan, "What's stopping you then?"

Draco let out an exited moan and went to kiss those lips he had been dreaming about all year.

It started in his stomach. A feeling, akin to the cramps Pansy always complained about, ripped through his stomach. Draco gasped, hugging at his waist as if he had eaten too many slices of chocolate cream pie. His movements slowed, and the thought of achieving orgasm was almost laughable now. Draco could have cried. He looked up at the ceiling, bitter tears spilling down his face. It was the potion, had to be.

A part of him wanted to ignore the pain, and kiss Potter just to get it over with. But he didn't want to look back some twenty years later and think of how painful it was. No. He'd just have to hatch up another plan.

"Hey, where are you going?" Harry's hand greedily swiped at the air. 'What a tease!'

"Drakey-dear, is everything alright?" Pansy opened the bathroom door to be met with the sounds of heaving.

"Don't feel sorry for me," Draco muttered pitifully. "I'll be alright."

"Draco," Pansy said, shaking her head, "I think you should give it a rest. Look what this silly infatuation of yours is doing to you."

"NO! I will not give up. I will not. I will get my kiss from Potter, whether it's the last thing I-"

There were more sounds of retching from behind the stall. Pansy winced.

"Pansy, c-could you get Madam Pomfrey for me?"

"Sure, Draco."

"Oh, and Pansy?"

"Yes, Draco?"

"Punch Theodore for me, will you?"

"I already did. He's in the infirmary with Longbottom."

Before they knew it, the end of the school year was closing in. The elation this brought in the student population was bittersweet, as it meant plans for the future and NEWT exams for those leaving. Since both seventh and eight years were taking their NEWTs, the latter's exams were pushed ahead.

Hermione was a paranoid mess of nerves, while Ron stared wearily at the pile of books she placed in front of him. "You don't expect me to read all that. My brain will explode."

Hermione glared. "At least it'll encourage your brain to do something, Ronald." Her fiery gaze fixed on Harry, who was flipping dully through his potion's textbook.

"Going back to Hogwarts to take NEWTS was your idea, Harry. You could at least try to study."

Harry snapped out of his daydream, wiping at a spot of drool that had landed on his arm. He'd been plagued with fantasies of the invisible stranger. He could never see his face, but he would imagine what his hands felt like. The slickness of his tongue leaving wet trails down his stomach, and eventually, along his cock. It was like he was under some lust spell. Memory of that voice snagged at all his senses. Just thinking about it was enough wanking material to last a lifetime.

'You like this, Potter? Not seeing or knowing, just feeling? You like it, don't you?' Harry shuddered. "It's not that that I don't feel like studying. I just got other stuff on my mind."

"The vishble man," Ron said while hungrily tearing into his sandwich.

Harry nodded, "I know it's strange, but there was a real connection there."

Hermione sighed, "Harry, you don't know who he or she could have been."

Ron laughed, "Yeah, mate. How do know that it wasn't Filch who took the Turkish Fur?"

"That's Turpis Vir, Ronald," Hermione corrected in an annoyed tone. "To be quite honest, I find the whole thing to be a bit disturbing."

"Not this again." Harry said with a groan. While Ron had taken the news with ease, Hermione had been all aboard the negative train. She couldn't see the sexiness of the situation. All she saw was some weird, obsessed kid- probably a Slytherin - that hexed him and then tried to get it on with him.

Harry, while having been scared shitless at the time thinking it was Voldemort resurrected, was immensely overjoyed when he realized it was just some stupid prank. But then he felt the hands groping him, and all he could think of was how amazing they felt. Yeah, it was a bit freaky, and a total violation of his person. But it still felt good nonetheless.

"I'm just looking out for you, Harry. You need to be careful. Not every Death Eater made it to Azkaban, you know."

Harry sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with her when she was probably right. He turned back to the book he had been not reading, his thoughts once again sliding back to soft lips and a learn, hard body.

Draco was unsure for the first time since he began this stupid quest. He had cast a Notice-Me Not charm before making his way to the party hosted by the Gryffindors. It was a celebration of how far they'd come. Their last year together, and then they'd be thrown out into the world. The party was a big stress reliever after having gone through hell and back. First there had been the tearing down of their beloved school, and then having gone back to start all over again.

Although the room was filled with members from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, there wasn't a spot of green to be seen. Draco sniffed at the gaudy decorations lining the walls. The Slytherins never went through such extremes. The dungeons alone were decorative enough.

Pansy tried to talk him out of going, but he couldn't resist. After the last plan, Draco had failed to come up with anymore. Theo, who had managed to worm his way in between the duo over the past few weeks, had suggested sneaking a love potion into his food. 'The taste is less noticeable that way. Trust me. I used it on Daphne dozens of times." Although tempting, Draco knew it would be foolish to try. Professor McGonagall was just dying for an excuse to kick him out the school.

Draco had waited in the corner of the room, watching as everyone got belligerently drunk. He had hoped Harry would join in, so he could steal a peck or two, but Harry remained widely aware of everything for a change. He was seated on the couch, awkwardly patting a crying Ginny on the shoulder.

"Hey guys, let's play a game. Anyone ever heard of Suck and Blow?"

"No, but I'm sure you have, Finnegan."

"Fuck you, Smith," Seamus glared. He turned the volume blasting from the radio down, garnering a few angry shouts. "Come on guys, this will be fun. My Muggle cousin plays this game all the time."

Draco rolled his eyes. 'What fun could a simple Muggle boy muster up? Throwing rocks at water?' Draco giggled to himself. 'Or that silly, lyrical chairs game? Oh, big fun that is.'

Those that were curious enough all gathered around Seamus as he set out the rules of the game.

Everyone was to get into a circle. The first person to start the circle would have to pass around a card from a deck. The tricky part was they couldn't use their hands. They would literally have to use their mouth to pass the card, which required some sucking, and then blow it into the next person's mouth. Then the process would repeat itself. Whoever dropped the card was out, and the last person left was winner.

After Seamus explained the game, more people joined the circle; the horny buggers. Draco was one of those people. He eased himself towards Potter, who had gotten a seat in between Hermione and Pavarti.

"Okay, I'll go first," Seamus said placing a card to his lips.

Before Ron could switch seats with Lavender, Seamus slid close to his body, pressing the card to his lips. Ron nearly had a panic attack right there, his face turning several shades of red.

The game went on. Ron eventually passed it to Lavender, to Hermione's disapproval. Lavender passed it to Dean, who then very happily passed it to Luna, who dreamily passed it to Padma…

Draco watched eagerly as the proceedings went on. Harry's turn was coming up. All that stood in the way was…Granger.

Sweat etched across his brow as Padma inexpertly pressed the card to Ginny's lips. The guys making catcalls didn't ease the sexual tension in the air. The card slid from their lips, and the crowd deemed that Ginny had been the culprit. 'That better not happen to Harry.'

"Granger!" Draco whispered into the girl's ear. He took the charm off, but remained hidden behind a couch. What had the world come to? "Psst! Mudblood, over here."

Hermione's bushy head shot up. She stared confused at the blond for a second. "You weren't invited, Malfoy."

Draco sneered, "Dully noted. Let's switch places."

"Excuse me?"

He threw his head back with a sigh. Obviously, she had no plans on making this easy for him. "I want your place. Bloody move already."

Realization dawned on her face. "You want to kiss, Harry?"

"Yes, I do, actually."

"Oh, well then here's my answer to that, Malfoy. That is absolutely not going to happen."

"Bitch," He hissed out, ducking back behind the couch when Harry turned around to see where the noise came from.

"Hermione…"

Hermione angrily swatted at the pleading noise in her ear. "No."

"Please, Hermione. Pretty, please, with dancing Muggles on top."

"Why do you want to kiss him anyway?"

Draco ran his hand through his hair. "The same reasons you want to kiss Weaslebee."

Hermione's features softened, "You love him?"

Draco's eyes widened. "I—I think he's cute." He winced.

"Okay," Hermione said firmly. "You get your kiss. But I swear if you try to hurt him..."

"Yeah, yeah, you'll cut my bollocks off." Draco bodily nudged the girl away and primped his hair as a doe-eyed Pavarti held up her chin so that Harry could take the card.

'Here it comes. I finally get my kiss,' He thought, mentally doing a little jig.

Harry turned around, the Queen of Hearts stuck crookedly against his lips. His eyebrows shot up over his glasses when seeing who it was.

Draco smirked, knowing exactly what he wanted to say at that moment. "What's stopping you then? I want my kiss, Potter."

Emerald green eyes sparkled with recognition, a very Slytherin like glint passing across them.

Silence filled the room as many began to notice the blond in their mist. Ron spluttered from the mouthful of Firewhisky he was using to rinse his mouth out with. "Oi, what's that git doing here?"

Seeing that his moment would shatter to pieces, Draco went right to action. He crushed his mouth to those heavenly, cherry-stained lips, and the card obscuring them. It soon fluttered to the ground between them, yet their lips continued to meet with haste. Draco stopped himself from moaning as Harry proved to be a better kisser then he thought. Their tongues tangled and glided over the others, searching out teeth. Harry did moan when Draco's teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sucking it in the way he would have done to the card.

Draco was in bliss yet, being the Slytherin he was, still very much aware of the hateful glares lighting the back of his shirt on fire.

"You know a place where we can be alone?" He groaned into the kiss, quite surprised when a hand snuck down to grip firmly at his arse. He wondered if Potter was an exhibitionist. Harry nodded shakily, and the two stood up making a hasty exit out the door.

"You nearly killed me, you know. Leaving me like that."

Draco was even more surprised when he learnt that Potter liked it rough. His head throbbed after being shoved against the wall. "Potter, I haven't said it before because of obvious reasons. But, you do know it's me right?"

Harry nodded, as he tore at the buttons of his shirt. "Well, obviously."

"And you do know that we're mortal enemies, right?"

"If you say so."

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure; because when I wake up in the morning, you better not have an excuse on those gorgeous lips of yours."

'There it was again,' Harry thought with a shudder. How could one make their voice sound so sexy? He pressed his lips to the boy's, moaning as he felt a warm thigh wrap around his torso.

They were back in Draco's room. Harry didn't even hesitate when Draco showed him the way. Most of their clothes laid discarded on the floor. Things happened so quickly, the blond barely had time to ask the other whether he was sure about all this. Draco knew with all his heart he was sure.

Harry didn't know where to start first. Draco's neck, which seemed to have a direct link to his cock, or should he start at the pale little bulb that was his navel? He couldn't believe the Prince of Darkness or whatever his housemates called him was an outie. It was the cutest thing ever.

He wondered if the blond thought he was moving too fast, but couldn't stop to get the question out. This was what he had been waiting for. All those weeks he had been plagued with thoughts of the invisible stranger; the tease that had left him wanting more.

Draco tore right through Harry's shirt, feasting his lips on the tawny, lean muscle. He twisted up into his arms, latching both legs around his torso. Although being slightly taller than the brunet, Harry remained steady on his feat as if he didn't weigh a thing. "Are you going to fuck me, Potter?"

Harry let out a gasp, his glasses getting fogged in the heat growing between them. "You know it, Malfoy."

Draco's eyes slid lazily around his room. The bed would have been nice, especially since it would be their first time together. But he wanted to remember this moment. He wanted to see the look on Potter's face as he slipped inside for the first time.

"The vanity table, perhaps? The bed is just so far away, don't you agree?"

Harry nodded his approval and hurriedly carried him to the table. Draco turned to face the mirror, staring appreciatively at his reflection. White blond strands had fallen over his eyes, and the blood rushing beneath his pale cheeks tinged them pink. He went through one of his drawer's, pulling out a bottle of lubricant.

'Y-you know to take it easy on me, right? Not many are willing to bed a Malfoy, as laughable as that sounds."

"I can't promise to take it easy, Malfoy; the throes of passion might be too great. But I promise you won't hate me for it in the end.'

'So he does like it rough,' Draco thought with wide, nervous eyes.

Harry bent him further down so that the sweat of his abs glued him to the table. A finger penetrated him, prepping him for what was to come. Draco let out a deep sigh, willing his body to except the intrusion. Soon another finger joined the first.

Harry skillfully slicked his prick as he watched his fingers massage the inside of Draco's passage. He wanted to capture everything into his memory, like the sighs Draco made when he rubbed against his prostate for the first time, or the beauty mark he found on the blond's jaw when he leant backwards for a kiss. The more Harry catered into these little details, the harder it was for him to control his arousal. He just hoped he wouldn't come before the night was over.

Draco groaned at the feel of Harry's erection prodding between the globes of his ass. "It's about time. I almost fell asleep for a second."

Harry ignored him. He was too full of lust to come up with a retort. He wanted in.

The brunet moaned as he nudged his way inside the blond. Draco winced at the burn, glancing up through a curtain of hair. Harry's face was bent low; a sharp hiss came out from beneath his black fringe.

"Harry," Draco said, his body almost humming with both pain and pleasure. Sweat broke out from every pore. He felt like a furnace. The heat was slowly growing with every inch Harry tore into his body. "Look at me."

Harry tore away from the sight of his cock disappearing into the other boy's stretched hole. He looked up into the mirror, with lust glazed eyes. Emerald meeting stone grey. He moaned at the sight of the messy haired blond, taking him, taking his cock. His thrusts quickened till the sound of his hips meeting arse cheeks filled the quiet room.

"Fuck, Malfoy. I always knew you were like this. I knew you loved cock."

Draco moaned out, Harry's words bringing his pleasure to greater heights. His arms scrambled across the table, causing a few items to tumble on the ground, before settling on the edges of his mirror. A photograph of a scowling Lucius fluttered in the air for a moment before landing on Harry's discarded pants.

"Right there, Potter. Give it to me right there. Don't stop. Fuck." His cheek mashed into the mirror, as Harry pounded into him. He became delirious with the pleasure, not knowing which part began or which part ended. He soon found it when Harry's hand snaked around his waist, grabbing hold of his cock. Draco leaned backward, wrestling an arm around the brunet's neck as he searched his lips. "I'm going to come, Potter."

"Good, I want you too."

Draco squeezed his eyes shut, grinding back on the cock hammering away inside him. "Yessss," He hissed, and came; the throbbing pleasure which had been brewing inside that one part inside him finally sending out wave after wave of blissful sensation all through his being.

'Wow…' He said finally, blinking back the water from his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," an awed voice whispered into his ear. "I'm nowhere near done yet."

Hermione was at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall studying when a haughty looking Eagle owl perched itself on her Ancient Ruins textbook. She recognized it as the one that often sent Draco sweets from his mom.

The girl let out a small gasp when she noticed the bouquet of blossom fairies sitting at the owl's feet. The blossom fairy was an extremely rare and magical flower; one that she had only ever seen in her Herbology textbook. Only someone who had a lot of money could afford such rarity. Her heart clenched at how beautiful they were. The pink and lavender petals sparkled in the gleam of morning light that filtered the great hall. "For me?" Cassiopeia hooted dutifully before looking expectantly at the plate of bread on the table.

"Oh, right…" After feeding the owl, Hermione gathered up the bouquet, breathing in its lush vanilla scent. She flipped open the card. It read:

Dear Hermione,

I can't thank you enough. Because of you, I finally got my kiss. Potter's sleeping beside me right now. Who would have thought he was such a lion in bed. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you don't have to worry about me ruining him. I never ruin perfection.

Sincerely,

Draconis Lucius Malfoy.

When Pansy woke up beside Theo the very next day, she gasped at the glittering silver box at the foot of her bed. She could recognize the Malfoy insignia a mile away. With anxious fingers, she slipped the top off the box and gently pulled out a pearly white gown. The intricate design of the bodice was definitely done by Draco's personal tailor. She shook her head in disbelief. Flipping open the card, it read:

Pansy,

Merlin you're an amazing person. I can't believe you're still my friend after all I had put you through with the engagement and all. Honestly, I think you'll have fine life with Theo. He may have his moments, but he wants you Pans. He wants you like I've been in want of Potter. Don't let it waste, my darling.

Love,

Draco.

P.S I hope you don't mind me picking out your wedding dress. I had seen the one your mother picked out, and almost died of shame. No wonder you've been so melancholy these days.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

Draco smiled at the handsome brunet lying on his bed. He dropped the quill he had been writing with and strutted his way sexily to the boy's side. "Oh, just acting like a besotted Hufflepuff, is all. Thanking the girls for helping me win you over, yada, yada, yada…" He leant down, giving Harry a hearty peck on the mouth.

"Hey, do you want to play some more Suck and Blow?"

Harry smirked, already having an idea where this was going. "I don't have any cards on me," He said innocently.

Draco was already working the sheets down past his naked hips. "Don't worry. We don't need them. You see the rules of this game are quite simple…"

Fin.