Draco made the long walk to Dumbledore's office. When he came to the gargoyle statue he was surprised to see it already moved aside, but he supposed it was a good thing since he didn't know the password.

He tried to keep his face neutral, didn't want to give too much away to the old man. And Draco was still pretty good at Occlumency, though he hadn't practiced it in some years. He didn't really want Dumbledore to know how desperate he was. Harry had offered his flat, but he didn't really think he could take it in good conscience (yeah, he had one of those now.) Harry was just being nice-as usual-but Draco couldn't keep taking advantage of him and his feelings. It wasn't fair. If Dumbledore had nothing for him, then Draco made up his mind to try to get into some sort of Muggle law school. How hard could it be? He'd go watch some trials and see how they did it. Probably much the same as Wizard courts. Though…maybe not.

He stepped up onto the griffin stair and let it carry him upward to the old wizard's door. He knocked, partly hoping he wouldn't be in, but he heard the friendly, "Come!" from the other side, and he pulled the door ring and walked through.

Dumbledore's office was a confusion of knick-knacks, small floating objects, high book shelves filled with books and other what-nots. The man himself was tending to his phoenix Fawkes, feeding him something which the bird took in his beak, flipped up with a jerk of his head, and swallowed in one gulp. Then the bird turned its bright yellow eyes on Draco and examined him from head to foot. Draco wasn't certain if Fawkes liked what he saw.

Dumbledore said without looking, "Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Do sit down."

Draco sat stiffly in the one wooden chair and waited for the headmaster to say something. The wizard seemed intent on preening his phoenix and didn't look at Draco for some time. Draco couldn't quite get comfortable.

At last, Dumbledore turned. "I suppose you have come to tell me that you have finished all the potions."

Draco slid to the edge of his seat. "Yes, sir."

"Excellent. And they are all potent, I expect."

"Absolutely, sir. I tested them all myself."

"Splendid. Well! It seems that all is in order. I thank you, Mr. Malfoy, for all your hard work."

Draco couldn't stand it and jumped to his feet. "I want to thank you, sir, for allowing me to come. It's…it's…You don't know what it's meant to me." Draco took a shuddering breath and slowly reached into his pocket. He took out the school wand and reverently laid it on Dumbledore's desk. "Thanks for the use of the wand."

Dumbledore followed each of his movements with his eyes, but said nothing.

Draco stood quietly for a moment, merely looking at the wand lying on his cluttered desk. He licked his lips. "Sir, I wonder if I could ask…I know that there is probably nothing you can do…but I was just wondering anyway…and if you could think of anything…that is, if it isn't too much trouble…."

"My, that is a circuitous route you are taking, Mr. Malfoy. There is a point in there somewhere, isn't there?"

He cleared his throat. "Yes, sir. Actually, I was wondering if you might have a job for me. Here. At Hogwarts. I mean, I would do anything. I…I…may not be good for much, but maybe….I don't know…maybe Filch could use some help…."

"By a curious coincidence, Mr. Malfoy, a position has opened up. It seems we are in wont of a potions master."

Draco licked his dry lips again. "And you think I could help him?"

Dumbledore moved closer. He smiled under his mustache. "I do not think you heard me, Draco. I said we need a potions master. Not an assistant."

Draco blinked. "What?"

"The position of potions master is available. Your duties would include teaching all the potions classes, first year through seventh. And since you were in Slytherin it coincidentally would involve your being head of Slytherin house. The beginning salary isn't much, but there are other benefits of course. Accommodations here and free board." He blinked at Draco over his half-moon spectacles. "What do you say?"

Draco knew instantly that he had gone deaf. There was a hollow ringing in his ears and it was only getting louder. His knees buckled and he crashed back down into the chair. "What?"

"Dear me, am I not speaking clearly enough?"

"You…you can't be serious."

"Of course I'm serious. I do not take lightly the appointments here at Hogwarts. I weigh very carefully who I think are the best choices for each class. It happened that I could not find a potions master for this year and then you fell into my lap. Most convenient."

"Wait. Then…there never was a potions master."

"No."

"Then all those potions you had me brew…it was a test?"

"And you passed with flying colors."

The weight of Dumbledore's pronouncement was slowly descending on Draco. The ringing in his ears turned to light-headedness and he couldn't stand now even if he wanted to. "But…the governors…the parents. They'd never let you hire me as a teacher. I'm a…a…."

Dumbledore moved around the desk and slowly sat on the edge of it, leaning toward Draco. "I am reminded of another potions master I insisted on hiring many years ago now. I recall the board of governors was not happy with my choice then either. And indeed, neither were many of the parents. He, too, you see, was a former Death Eater but many were unconvinced of his reformation. He proved them all wrong in the end. Let us hope, Draco, that you do not have to go to those great extremes to prove yourself as he did."

Draco stared at the floor. Now he couldn't breathe. Maybe if he just fainted it would be better. "I can't believe it," he whispered. "I can't believe it."

"Do you want the job, Draco? I was given to believe you were quite desperate for a position here."

"But sir." His eyes were glued to the floor. "I never even finished my sixth year let alone my seventh. I'm not qualified."

"True, but you have an extraordinary aptitude for potions and understand it better than the average adult wizard. I daresay, you certainly did better than Hermione Granger-forgive me-Hermione Weasley."

"Those potions…were N.E.W.T.s?"

"Oh much harder than N.E.W.T.s, Mr. Malfoy, so you would most assuredly have passed them. But you will have to attend private classes while you teach here at Hogwarts, so that you will have achieved the equivalent of seven years worth of a Hogwarts education. I am particular about that. We can take the fee out of your pay."

Draco still had nothing to say. His brain was now spinning uncontrollably. He wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of such an idea and at the same time burst into tears.

Dumbledore waited patiently and then sighed. "I do need an answer today, Mr. Malfoy. I realize it is short notice with only one week left until the term. I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of preparing six months worth of potions lessons. I was terribly afraid I would have to teach it myself, you see."

"You really are serious."

"I really am," he said, brows raised.

Draco passed a hand over his sweaty face. Finally, the idea was settling in on him. Maybe Snape felt the same way all those years ago when he, too, sat just as anxiously in Dumbledore's office. The thought of it gave Draco comfort. An uncontrollable smile formed on his lips and he looked up at the headmaster with shining eyes. "If you really want me to do it, sir," he said, voice breaking, "I would be very honoured to take it."

Dumbledore clapped Draco on the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. "Splendid, Mr. Malfoy. You will find the private apartments behind the dangerous potions cabinet. The password-I believe-is 'Salazar Slytherin'. Professor Snape may have left some of his private things there, but I am certain he would have wanted you to have them. Well! You have a lot to do! I'll owl you the lesson plans to Harry's flat and you can get started looking them over. Once term begins, I will let you know how you are to proceed with your private lessons. Welcome aboard, Professor Malfoy," and he shook Draco's limp hand. "Oh. One thing more." Draco lifted his eyes. Dumbledore proffered the school wand back to him. "Until we can get you one of your own."

Draco left the headmaster's office more than a little stunned. He had no idea how he even got to Harry's study, let alone how long it had taken him to get there. Harry looked up at his step in the doorway and rushed over to Draco.

"How did it go?" he said nervously. Draco must have looked dreadful. Harry took him by the arm and led him to a chair. "Did…did…was it…Well what happened? Did he…did he give you a job?"

Draco nodded.

"Oh! Brilliant! That's great! Is it something all right?"

Draco nodded again.

"Well? What?"

Draco looked up into Harry's bright face. "He offered me the post as the new potions master."

Harry frowned as if he hadn't heard correctly. "What?"

Draco shot to his feet. It was as if the adrenaline had finally reached his system and was churning through each of his limbs and shooting out of his hair. His voice was tipped with joyful laughter. "He gave me the post of potions master! Harry! I'm a bloody teacher!"

Harry burst out with a whoop of joy and before Draco knew what he was doing, Harry pulled him into a tight embrace. Draco hugged him back, holding on for dear life. It was all Harry's doing, this new joy. Harry having enough faith in him; Harry urging him to come to Hogwarts; Harry nurturing him. His gratitude for Harry overflowed, spilling into other emotions whirling in his heart. Harry had given him so much without any expectation in return. He didn't want their embrace to stop.

But Harry did pull away and held Draco at arm's length. A board smile split his face. "Unbelievable," he said.

Draco nodded. "Shit yes! Harry, thank you so much! For everything. If it wasn't for you-" Harry laughed and pulled him back into an embrace. Draco was happy to stay there.

* * *

Much later that day, they flooed back to London. Harry took Draco out to dinner to celebrate and Harry toasted him with a glass of wine. Draco glanced over his wine glass at Harry talking happily to him across the table. He hadn't come down from his high and he wondered if he ever would, hoping he wouldn't. Everything was perfect. Draco didn't think he could remember a more perfect day. He was happier than he'd ever been. Yet, even through all the good news and the happy feelings, there was something nagging at the back of his mind. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but all the confused emotions of the day made quick work of his senses. He couldn't figure out half the time what he was feeling. All of it seemed a little jumbled. He owed some of it to the effects of the wine, but when they returned to Harry's flat, it stayed with him like a hovering mist.

Harry bid his good-nights and retreated into his bedroom and Draco undressed down to his shorts and sat on his makeshift bed. He stretched out and laced his fingers behind his head as he lay in the dark, looking up at the shadows dancing on the ceiling from the cars cruising along the street below. So many emotions were still churning in his head. He was happy, certainly. He could recognize that. But there was something he was having a hard time identifying and it had to do with Harry.

Harry was a good friend, there was no question about it. The best. He really stuck his neck out for Draco when surely no one else would have. The hero of the Wizarding world had taken an enemy and reformed him into something entirely different. You had to hand it to him for that. But there was something about his feelings for Harry he couldn't identify and he wondered about it. Thoughts led on to other thoughts and memories. He suddenly reflected on Pansy Parkinson. She was the most attractive Slytherin girl in his year and she was a Pureblood. He naturally gravitated toward her. They had a sexual relationship of sorts. Not too often, but often enough to satisfy. And she was always hanging around him, so he never felt particularly lonely. But he realized now lying on the sofa in Harry's flat that he never actually had feelings for her, none that could be called love or even affection. He used her as he used Crabbe and Goyle and he was just as certain she used him too. He'd never been with any other girl before or since her and he further realized that he never missed it. Could he have been so self-absorbed with Death Eaters and then with his own downfall that he hadn't needed the affections of a woman in all that time?

Draco sat up and slid his legs over the edge of the sofa cushion. He didn't really like the direction these thoughts were leading, but he was incapable of not going there. He pushed his fingers through his hair. Actually, thinking about it, he really didn't much like Parkinson. He had gone through the motions, knowing what was expected of him. Had the Dark Lord prevailed, he probably would have married her as both families would have welcomed the alliance of two Pureblood houses. But he didn't love her. Couldn't. Funny. When he thought of 'love' only one face came to mind.

He shook his head. No. That wasn't right. Couldn't be. It was just an overload of emotions from this incredible, absolutely unbelievable day. No one had ever trusted Draco with more responsibility than this-except, ironically, for Voldemort. Except that Voldemort expected Draco to fail and even reveled in it, while Dumbledore had every expectation that Draco would succeed-and reveled in that.

So it was merely overload that made Draco feel that way. Not anything else. Though it was a mighty strange response. Mighty strange. He never heard of such a response to good news.

He suddenly glanced at Harry's bedroom door. He was probably asleep. Best not to disturb him. Draco drummed his fingers on his thigh. It was cold sitting up like this in just his shorts. Best to get back under the covers.

But Draco didn't move. He was thinking about Harry's reaction to Draco's good news. His face had burst into the most amazing smile and he grabbed Draco into that warm embrace. Draco couldn't stop thinking about that embrace. It had caused a slightly embarrassing physical reaction. Perhaps expected under the circumstances. All those emotions in the air.

Then why was he feeling that reaction again?

He got up and went to Harry's door and stood in front of it a long time. He should go back to bed. He shouldn't bother Harry. But he raised his hand and knocked so quietly he was certain Harry would never hear it. Except that he heard Harry's voice say, "Draco? What is it?"

Draco opened the door and peered in. Harry hadn't turned on the light but he was sitting up in bed, just putting on his glasses. Draco walked in without saying a word and sat on the bed next to Harry. He stared down at his bare feet.

"What's wrong?"

Still Draco said nothing. He didn't really know what to say. He couldn't imagine what he was feeling and just didn't know how in the world to express it.

"Um…Draco?"

Harry reached over to turn on the lamp but Draco grabbed his hand to stop him. He didn't want light right now. Somehow this might be easier in the dark. He held Harry's hand and decided not to let it go. He looked down at it, examining the long fingers, the square nails. He turned it over and examined the palm. Trelawney would have made some dire pronouncement about it, no doubt, but Draco just felt how warm and dry it was, how easy to hold.

He turned to Harry who was looking at Draco with equal confusion on his face. Draco scooted closer and before he had time to truly consider what he was doing, he released Harry's hand and cupped both sides of Harry's face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to Harry's and just rested them there for a moment. That wasn't so bad. It was good, in fact, and he added more pressure, rubbing his lips lightly over Harry's until Harry drew back, his face still captured in Draco's hands. "Malfoy? What are you doing?"

"I don't know," he whispered.

"But…you said you weren't gay…didn't you?"

"I don't know." Draco pulled Harry's face forward and though Harry's eyes were wide with wonder, Draco's lips descended again. This time he snaked his tongue between Harry's lips just barely touching the tip of Harry's tongue. Harry opened his mouth wider and Draco's tongue slithered over his; warm, moist, tantalizing. They gave in to each other in a deep kiss, mouths plastered tightly together. Harry's arms came up around Draco and pulled him down, and Draco felt the same physical reaction when in Harry's embrace before, only more so. And it felt very right. He mauled Harry's mouth, licking his tongue, his lips, and then tore away to spread kisses on his face and down his neck. "Harry, Harry," he murmured into his flesh.

Harry swallowed. Draco kissed the roiling throat. "Wait, Draco…."

Draco lifted his head and gazed at Harry with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean…you seemed pretty sure before that you were straight."

"Oh yes. I want to do this," he said breathlessly.

"But…"

"You're supposed to undress me, aren't you?"

"Er…Draco…."

"And then you were going to…to touch me. Right?"

Harry nodded mutely.

"Well then. You're the expert. I'm in your hands."

Harry gazed at him, his eyes tracking over his face and naked chest. He touched Draco's face, cupping his cheek and Draco closed his eyes and leaned his face into Harry's palm, kissing it. The hand traveled down his neck and his fingers traced Draco's chest, twining some of the few chest chairs. Draco gave a shuddering sigh. Harry's hands slid down his abs and stopped just at the waistband of his shorts.

"You're sure?" Harry asked, his voice trembling.

How sweet was that? "You git. I've gone this far. I really want it, okay? Can't you tell?"

Harry looked down at Draco's shorts. It was pretty unmistakable. Harry smiled. "I guess your broom does sweep that way, mate." Harry's smile slowly faded as passion replaced it. He leaned forward again and touched his lips to Draco's. Draco's parted instantly allowing Harry in, and their tongues caressed. The sensation went straight to Draco's erection, now straining the confines of his shorts with aching awareness. The kiss, the expression of Harry's feelings for the Slytherin, was everything Draco expected it to be. Unrestrained, Harry enveloped his mouth, not in a forceful way, but in a way that encompassed Draco in the depth of Harry's emotions. Maybe it should have been frightening how much the Gryffindor felt but Draco could find nothing disconcerting in such an amazing sensation; Harry's lips, Harry's tongue, Harry's taste. Draco moaned into his mouth, feeling it all, moving his own mouth in rhythm with Harry's. Draco slid closer to Harry's warm body, feeling the cotton pajama top rub against his naked skin. He let Harry embrace him tighter and moved his own arm up and around the dark-haired man's neck to bring himself into closer contact. Harry was so warm, like his body was on fire. Or was it Draco's? The kiss slowly trailed off and their faces drew away from one another, but their breaths lingered on the other's lips. Draco looked into those green eyes through Harry's lenses and said nothing. There was nothing to say. His mind was too full of sensation to form any words. And what needed to be said?

His cock was aching and he wanted Harry to remove his shorts. And almost as if he read his mind, Harry's hands reached for the waistband. Draco's breath hitched as the other's fingers slid between cloth and skin. They rested there for a moment, both of them aware of the line they were crossing. Draco gave a little nod in case Harry needed more encouragement, and the fingers grasped the short's waistband and slowly edged them down. It caught on Draco's erection for a moment but then was suddenly freed and pulled down to his knees, his hard flesh slapping back up on his stomach. Draco pulled the shorts off the rest of the way himself, his body cradled now by Harry's other arm. Harry looked down at him and a small smile played at the corner of his kiss-moistened mouth. "Gorgeous," he whispered. Draco blushed but not with embarrassment. He'd never felt so aroused in his life. He was certain his whole body was flushed with it, but Harry didn't seem to mind, seemed to like it, in fact, and he snaked a hand up around Draco's jaw and drew him in for another kiss.

Draco found he loved kissing Harry. He thought it might be different between men as his experience only extended to girls, but he was pleasantly surprised that it was the same. Except, of course, for the absence of breasts while caressing Harry's chest and the noticeable protuberances of his partner down below, and the beginnings of beard stubble on his jaw and upper lip. Harry smelled like a man, too, and this unexpected bonus seemed to squelch any idea that this was a quirk of the day.

Draco gay? Yes, he was. Surprise.

Harry pulled away from his lips and suckled Draco's neck before licking in long strokes down to his chest. Draco lay back with a moan as Harry's busy mouth teased his pebbled nipples, licking on one lightly before he covered it with his mouth and sucked hard.

"God, what are you doing to me!" Draco gasped.

He felt Harry's deep chuckle through his chest as the dark-haired man moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, pushing Draco down gently as he reared up.

Harry continued to kiss Draco's chest and moved slowly down his torso. While his lips worked the Slytherin's white skin, Harry's hands were busy massaging Draco's thighs, gently spreading them apart. Draco helped. He couldn't not spread them, feeling as if his erection and balls were huge, throbbing masses.

Harry's tongue dipped into Draco's navel and Harry's sweet breath blasted onto his belly from his nostrils. His chin was inches from Draco's cock and the blonde's whole body stiffened in anticipation. Would he take him into his mouth? Draco prayed he would. It was too much to hope for. But then Harry dragged his soft lips down past the nest of curly white blond hairs and kissed the hollow of his thigh and hip. He kissed down his thigh moving carefully toward the skin on the innermost part. Oh God! The bastard! He was deliberately avoiding touching Draco's erection, and Draco was going mad. When he kissed the other thigh, he raised his head. Draco felt Harry's breath on his organ and he strained forward hoping to touch the weeping head to Harry's wonderful lips. Harry's eyes dropped once to Draco's red cock and then brought them back up to his eyes. "What will I be allowed to do?" he asked, breath now puffing mercilessly on Draco's sex.

"Anything!" he gasped. "I want to experience everything! Please, Harry…"

Had he just pleaded with Harry Potter to suck his cock?

Harry's expression became determined. He lowered his head and swathed his tongue across the bottom of Draco's balls and Draco reared up, certain his head would explode right then and there. Parkinson never did that! Never had lips this talented, or any imagination worth a damn. Draco felt Harry take each testicle carefully into his mouth and suck on them as if they were large grapes. Draco opened his mouth to speak but nonsense came out. Harry moved a little and licked his way over the sac to touch his tongue to the root of Draco's cock, laving the underside of it all the way up to the head. He swirled his tongue around the head, dipping the tip of his wet tongue into the slit weeping with pre-cum before he enveloped all of it in his mouth and moved his lips downward over the shaft. He brought his mouth up again, danced his teeth around the head, then swallowed it again. His mouth slipped up to the tip once more and sucked hard.

Draco couldn't stand it. He knew it was the fastest blow job on record and he tried to warn Harry that he was coming, but he didn't think the words he spoke quite matched what was in his head. He exploded into Harry's mouth, and Harry, seeming to expect this, rolled his throat, swallowing.

Draco was still panting as Harry licked Draco's softening penis clean. The warm tongue felt so luxurious after such an amazing feeling and Draco was still lolling back, unable to do or say anything. Harry was suddenly lying on top of him and when his lips covered Draco's, the blond tasted himself on Harry's tongue, a very unique sensation indeed.

Harry drew down again and looked up at Draco over the Slytherin's softening erection. "Draco," he said softly, his hand stroking the blonde's outturned thigh. "I want to be inside you, come inside you. Will you let me?"

"I want it all, Harry," he said, surprised he was still capable of the power of speech. "I want to feel everything."

Harry gave a curt smile. His cheeks were flushed with arousal and when he got up on his knees Draco saw Harry undressing. He unbuttoned his pajama top and drew it off and Draco could see Harry's erection thrusting out the material of his bottoms alarmingly far. He slipped the bottoms off swiftly and Draco got his first look at the dark hair and proud erection of his new lover. Harry's cock seemed huge, probably because of the expectation of where it would soon be, but it was a very nice looking one, standing tall and red with arousal. Draco found himself licking his lips.

He expected Harry would position himself over him right away but he didn't. Instead, Harry dropped down between Draco's thighs and nudged them even farther apart. He pushed his knees upward and raised the thighs so his legs were dangling in mid air. Draco felt Harry's warm hand parting his ass cheeks, felt his breath below his sac, and then started when a tongue laved his entrance. Harry paused, waiting for Draco to ease down again, and began anew. His tongue glided over the puckered skin, dabbed into the tight hole, and stretched past the firm ring of muscle.

Draco couldn't believe it, but his cock was very interested in the goings on below and twitched and stirred. Was he getting another erection so soon? He was so sorry he didn't know about all this while he was in school. Why did he waste so much time shagging a girl?

Harry lapped at him and sucked his entrance while Draco squirmed, gasping, enjoying every moment of it until Harry suddenly drew away and Draco whimpered. Don't stop now, he wanted to shout, but Harry only leaned toward his bedside table and retrieved something from the drawer. Draco heard what he thought was a lid of a jar being removed and guessed as to what Harry was doing. Soon he felt oily fingers probing his entrance and a finger slipped in and swirled around. It was strange but not uncomfortable.

"You need to relax," said Harry above him now. He was definitely positioning himself to shag Draco properly and Draco could do anything but relax. But Harry's finger had not left its warm place and he pushed it in further. "Relax, Draco," he admonished.

"How can I relax when the effing Hero of the Wizarding world has his finger up my arse?"

"Because it's going to be a lot more unpleasant when I have my dick up there and you're not relaxed."

Draco froze. Did Harry Potter just say "dick"? He'd never heard Harry say so much as a swear word and suddenly-wait. What the hell did Draco care what he said, for Merlin's sake? It was what he was doing that counted. And what he was doing was marvelous. Draco consciously tried relaxing his sphincter and Harry smiled. He swathed his own erection in the lube and removed his finger. Draco felt the head of Harry's cock at his entrance and tried with all his might not to tense up again, but it felt as far from a finger as could be imagined. It felt enormous and he worried he'd be split in two.

Harry made cooing and shushing sounds above him. "Relax, Draco," he purred. "Relax. It will be uncomfortable for only a second." He pushed in and Draco jerked back.

"Son of a bitch!" Uncomfortable! It hurt like hell! It burned. But he also noticed that Harry had stopped. He only had the tip past the muscle.

"Draco. Relax. Relax."

Draco did his best and Harry pushed more in and stopped again. He realized then that the Gryffindor must have incredible control to stop like that, allowing Draco to get used to the feel of him. And it didn't really hurt all that much anymore, just this sensation of fullness that wasn't altogether unpleasant. Harry pushed in some more and Draco opened himself.

He saw Harry smile and then he pushed in all the way and stayed motionless again. He looked down at Draco and Draco was keenly aware that Harry Potter had his cock in his arse up to the hilt. Here was a place he never expected to be. If he weren't so turned on he might laugh. True, he'd been screwed by Harry Potter in the figurative sense many times, but the actual sense was a new sensation. An amazing sensation. He suddenly wanted to tell everyone, shout it to the rooftops and at the same time tell no one, keeping it their little secret.

"I'm going to move now," Harry warned, and without further ado, he glided almost all the way out again only to slam deeply into Draco. Draco cried out, not with pain but with the pure pleasure of it. Harry glided out once more, changed angles, and slammed in again, touching a spot inside Draco that, frankly, he never knew existed, because if he had he would have been begging to be shagged by men all the time all his life. It was pleasure as he had never known before, curling his toes and arching his body. His cock responded by springing upward.

Harry thrust at that same spot several more times before he wrapped his fingers around Draco's erection. He felt Harry pump it in rhythm with his thrusts and didn't think he'd hold out much longer.

He watched Harry's face, the expression so different from any he'd seen him wear. This was passion and very close to orgasm. He knew that Harry had wanted this for a very long time. Didn't he say he had felt this way about Draco since their fourth year in school? That was a long time to have a hard-on for someone. His green eyes glittered and looked straight at Draco's. His lips, so red now, twisted slightly. They were moist and Draco wanted dearly to kiss them, but neither of them could do so in their present position. Harry's eyes narrowed and suddenly he threw back his head, exploding into Draco and filling him with his semen. Draco came in spurts all over Harry's hand, his chest, his own chest, and half the room for all he cared. He'd never felt anything so exquisite, so intense, so personal as what they just shared.

Harry dropped his head, his dark hair hanging down and brushing against Draco's sweaty torso. He slowly drew out of Draco and Draco felt the hot cum spill out of him, also a not unpleasant sensation. Harry breathed, immobile for a moment before he simply fell to the side onto his back and gasped a long sigh.

Draco tried to get his breathing to normal, too, but it wasn't easy. He stared at the dark ceiling. "That was bloody brilliant," he managed to say after a while.

Harry made a relieved chuckle. "Too right."

"So…so that was good for starters," he said turning to Harry, enjoying the flush of the other's cheeks. "What do we do for the main event?"

Harry's mouth dropped open but quickly turned to a wicked smile. He leaned toward Draco. "Well now, Mr. Malfoy. I'm open to suggestions."

"Hmmm." Draco couldn't stop smiling. "Open, are you. We'll see about that."

* * *

Draco dozed off for at least a few minutes. Maybe it was even half an hour. When he awoke he was staring at a dark ceiling and for a moment forgot where he was. He moved a little and the burn in his bum suddenly reminded him with stark clarity.

He jerked upright and stared at the sleeping man beside him. It was Harry Potter, all right. The Man Who Shagged. Draco just stared at his sleeping form for a good long minute and eased the breath he was holding out of his lungs. Well, well. Wasn't this different. He organized his thoughts, and came to the inescapable conclusion that he was perfectly happy with events thus far. He'd kissed Harry (marvelous experience in itself), been sucked off by Harry (ditto), and was deliciously shagged by him (very ditto). And Harry had been every bit the proper gentleman, making sure that Draco was prepared and never doing more than he seemed comfortable with, even asking politely if he could proceed. "What a Gryffindor," he whispered to the darkened room.

He moved to lie on his side and looked at him, resting his cheek on his hand. Harry's glasses had been set aside and he looked perfectly at peace, his lids pressed deeply over his eyes, his dark lashes shadowing his cheek. His lips were slightly parted and shined with a tantalizing gleam of moisture. Draco sighed.

Blimey. He had it bad.

He felt the stirrings between his legs again and wondered where his libido had been hiding all these years. No doubt his balls were too busy shrinking up in fear of Voldemort for him to take notice of his liking for boys. Well, men. Man. One man.

He sighed again. Harry had done all the work tonight. Draco was feeling a bit like he should carry some of the weight himself. And since his erection had become full and ponderous, he knew all about a little extra weight.

Carefully, he grasped the covers and slowly peeled them away, revealing Harry's chest and their two dark nipples ringed by scant bits of downy hair. Draco bent forward and cautiously dropped his lips to the center of that chest and gently kissed him there. Harry slept on. Draco smirked. He peeled more blanket away and began a trail of kisses down Harry's torso, very light ones. He relished the feel of the coarse hair at his lips, the smell of sex, and the warmth of his skin. Harry's cock lay resting on his thigh, a snake in repose. It was only slightly darker than the rest of his skin but it wasn't erect. Not yet.

Draco stared at it and wondered if he could really do what he had in mind. It wouldn't be so tough, now would it? People did it all the time. Harry had done it to him. Surely he could return the favor. The taste would take some getting used to but since he already favoured the odor wafting off of him, he didn't think he'd have that hard a time of it. And then he chuckled. A "hard time of it" was exactly what he wanted.

Draco took a deep breath, pressed forward, and stretched out his tongue. He ran a few experimental licks over the flaccid organ. It tasted musky and a little salty; from cum and Draco's…Hmm. He tried not to think about that as he continued licking, laving long strokes up the cock. It twitched and Harry made a deep inhale.

"Wha-" Harry tried to sit up but Draco pushed him back down. "Draco?"

"Who else?" Draco continued laving Harry's penis and now that he was awake it took no time at all for it to fill and become fully erect.

Harry's glasses trembled and flew off the table right into Harry's hands where he quickly affixed them to his nose. Draco smirked. Non-verbal spell. Handy when one's mouth was occupied. He supposed Harry wasn't able to speak at the moment any more than Draco was, but he obviously wanted to see. It was probably his fondest wish to see that blond head bob over his lap.

The erection made the cock that much bigger and subsequently harder to get it all into Draco's mouth. He did the best he could, doing a lot of licking, trying to cover his teeth with his lips, and sucking as far as possible without choking. How did people do it? He slid his mouth up to the tip and tried a bit of deep suction. He tasted salty pre-cum, the taste of which didn't bother him as much as he thought it might, but more importantly, he felt Harry tense and release a low moan. His fingers curled stiffly into Draco's hair. Like that, do you? Draco repeated the action, and got a stronger response. Harry's hips lifted from the bed though he could feel his new lover trying not to force his cock down Draco's throat.

Draco tried to fist his own erection but he found he couldn't concentrate on two actions at once, and Harry was more important for the moment. He settled down between his legs and earnestly set to licking up the taut shaft and sucking on the head. His jaw ached a bit. Practice, practice, practice, he admonished himself. He knew he would get better at this. Secretly, at the back of his mind, he refused to let Harry Potter be better at something than him.

Harry was writhing desperately and it was only a matter of moments when he would come and Draco was trying to decide quickly what he was going to do. Harry had swallowed when Draco came and it was the best feeling in the world. But he didn't know if he could do that just yet. Still, didn't Harry deserve every good feeling Draco could give him? And this wasn't so big a deal, now was it? He could try it this once and see if he liked it, see how it was.

The decision was quickly taken from him when Harry reared up and with a stuttering gasp, pumped himself into Draco's mouth. The twitching penis discharged and Draco found himself with a mouth full of salty, bitter liquid. There was nothing for it. If he didn't want to choke, he'd better do something with it and it didn't seem quite polite to spit it out at this point. With his mouth still wrapped around Harry's quivering cock, Draco opened his throat and swallowed the warm liquid. It wasn't so bad, just a little more than he expected. He withdrew at last and swallowed the left over flavours in his mouth, licking the rest from his teeth and lips and doing his best not to grimace.

Harry was looking at him with a combination of surprise, gratitude, and genuine fondness. "You didn't have to do that," he said.

"Now he tells me." Draco wiped something wet from his chin and wiped it on the bed sheet. "Just returning the favour." Draco gazed at Harry, sated and naked. And he was noticing that he still had his own hefty erection. What was he going to do about it? He could take matters into his own hands, so to speak. He could. He could ask Harry to, or Harry might even offer if he opened his eyes. But looking at Harry lying there, his legs splayed, his cock softening, Draco thought of another way and he became a little curious about it.

How does one ask?

Harry had asked. He supposed he could, too.

"Um…Harry. Can I…I mean. This is still all pretty new to me, but…I'd really like to… try… Oh bugger!"

Harry laughed. "Exactly!" he said with hoot.

Draco reddened. Harry stopped laughing, but he smiled as he looked down at Draco's dark cock, bobbing against his belly. "You want to bugger me. I want you to. Use a lot of that lube and just take your time, okay? It's been a while for me." Harry dropped his gaze for a moment and then started to turn around. He positioned himself with his head on his hands and up on his knees with his arse in the air, legs spread. "It will be easier for you the first time this way. And I rather like it." Harry blinked shyly from behind his arm, looking back at Draco.

Draco stared at him, stunned at the sight. Harry's rounded backside was two tempting morsels. He raised his hand to one globe of flesh and squeezed. Harry wriggled which had the effect of jiggling his bollocks. Draco's breath caught. Oh my. The dusky cleft beckoned and Draco moved closer, spreading the cheeks. Harry's entrance was darker toned, the flesh a tight pucker of folds and creases. And looked much too small for what Draco wanted, needed to do to it. He pressed closer and nibbled on one arse cheek, close to the cleft. He inhaled the musky scent of him, and ventured a tentative tongue forward for a lick. Harry made a very un-Harry-like sound, somewhere between a sigh and a croak. Encouraged, Draco dabbed his tongue at it. He knew it had felt extremely good when Harry did it to him, so it was worth a try. Harry gasped Draco's name in a very sensual way. Draco's cock leaped at the sound. He licked it again and Harry bucked. Draco grabbed onto both arse cheeks and kept him still while he licked and dabbed at Harry-at Harry Potter's hole, he told himself, rather astounded at that fact.

And Harry was having a hard time staying still. Draco noticed the Gryffindor's balls darkening and his penis hardening. Well, well. Someone's libido knew what it was doing. Draco rose enough to look for the jar of lube. He did his own non-verbal to Accio it into his hand. Thankfully, the lid was already off. He dipped his fingers in and swathed a generous glob over Harry's entrance. Harry was panting now. "Oh Draco," he moaned. "Please!"

"Shall I…do I open you with my fingers?"

"Not…necessary," he gasped. "Just…put it in! Please!"

"Impatient," he muttered, and slathered a generous bit on his cock. He ran his hand over the slickened shaft and shuddered for an instant. He'd never been as hard as this, he was sure of it. He was almost afraid he'd come if he touched himself anymore and so he straightened and knelt behind Harry. "Okay," he said, positioning himself at Harry's entrance. Harry made a low keening sound and backed into Draco's erection. Draco grabbed Harry firmly at both hips and guided his cock slowly in. When he breached the opening, Harry hissed and Draco stopped, afraid he'd hurt him. "You okay?"

Harry dropped his head into the pillow before he turned it and Draco could see only a shadowed portion of his face. "I'm more than okay," he said huskily. "I'm bloody spectacular. Now shove it in!"

That was as good an invitation as he'd ever gotten. He gripped Harry's hips tightly, and did as he was told. The warm flesh enveloped Draco as he slid his cock in all the way, stopping to gasp some air and to feel his balls rest against Harry's bum.

Harry gave a delighted cry.

"Oh," said Draco, all he could say, all he could think with such marvelous tightness holding him. He drew out a little and thrust in again, eliciting another cry of pleasure from Harry and a breathless jumble of nonsense words from himself. But he knew he couldn't hold out much longer, didn't want to, and pumped into Harry with abandon now, throwing back his head for the shear joy, the sensations, the complete intimacy it gave him. He orgasmed with a roar ripped from his throat and his hips jerking against Harry's bum, spilling himself into him. Harry cried out, too. He had obviously been taking care of himself while Draco was otherwise occupied, and came all over the sheets in front of him. Draco panted, still clutching Harry's hips, feeling his heart trying to burst from his chest. He knelt suspended until everything slowed, his breathing, his heart rate, his thoughts. He pulled out of his lover and immediately Harry disintegrated into the mattress. Draco tumbled to the bed beside him. He lay looking at the back of Harry's head, his dark hair tickling his mouth. Automatically, he reached forward and drew Harry against him, spooning up behind. "Oh God," Draco murmured. "Oh Merlin."

"Yeah," said Harry, his face muffled into the pillow. "That was…that was…"

"It certainly was." He kissed the nape of Harry's neck.

Harry drew his glasses off and dropped them somewhere near the vicinity of the bed side table. "I'm…sleeping now," he said groggily.

Draco nodded though Harry certainly couldn't see it. "Me, too. Knackered." He squeezed Harry tighter for a moment, was rewarded with a kiss to his shoulder, and breathed into the hair of his lover until Harry drifted off to sleep again. It took a little longer for Draco to do the same. There was a lot on his mind. He wondered if he was capable of taking it all in.


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