Harry arrived in Draco's fireplace and caught the room in a state of destruction. Feathers from the pillows fluttered everywhere, broken objects littered the floor. Harry ducked as a book zoomed across the room followed by tea cups coming from the other direction. They crashed against the wall in an explosion of shards.

Harry slid along the wall, looking for Draco. So far, all he saw were the items in his room flying through the air and bursting apart either when they hit the wall or through a spell.

"Draco! Are you in here?"

The blond head popped around the doorway of his study and glared. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Harry glared back. "I came to find out if that extravagant tantrum in Dumbledore's office was for real." He looked around. "I see it is."

"Why don't you just sod off."

"So that's it, is it? You suddenly hate me now. Or did you always?"

Draco pushed into the room and stood nose to nose with Harry. "There are unresolved issues."

"All right then. Let's resolve them."

"What are we? Women? Forget it!"

"If you're going to hate me then you have to tell me why. I'm not leaving until you do."

"Don't threaten me, Potter."

"I'm not leaving!"

"Oh yes you are!" Draco pulled his wand and before Harry could think to block it he spiraled across the room. Before he hit the wall he drew his own wand and sent Draco crashing back into the bookcase. The shelves collapsed and books fell around him. Draco flicked his wand and the books began flying at Harry.

Harry twisted his wand hand and the books sailed harmlessly passed him on either side. He tried a non-verbal Expelliarmus but Draco blocked it. "You'll have to do better than that, Potter."

"Levicorpus!"

Draco drew up into the air dangling by his ankle.

He shook his wand at Harry and yelled, "Levicorpus!" Harry, too, drew up into the air.

They both shouted hexes and curses while they dangled upside down. Suddenly they fell to the floor but scrambled to their feet with wands ready. Before Draco could draw a breath, Harry conjured an enormous ice cream sundae over Draco's head and let it drop. Vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce oozed over the blond hair and down the neck of his robe. Draco froze in shock.

"Expelliarmus!" shouted Harry and Draco's wand flew out of his hand.

"What the hell was that? You cheat, Potter! You always have to win!"

"Is that what this is about? My winning?"

"You always win. And when you win that inevitably means I lose."

"That's ridiculous! You had parents to love you and raise you for at least seventeen years. What did I have? You were rich, I was poor. You're gorgeous, I'm just average. In what way have I won everything?"

"You're good at everything. Better at Defense, better at Quidditch, better at-"

"That's not true! I'm miserable with Potions, I can barely Transfigure, I'm wretched at Herbology-"

"All right! All right! So you're even better at coming up with things you're worse at!"

"Dammit, Draco! You are such a child!" He flicked his wand, growled, "Scourgify," and Draco was instantly cleansed.

Draco looked down at his clean robes and brought up a scowl. "I'm tired of being blamed for everything. I've paid my dues."

"No one is blaming you! We are equal to blame for all this."

His eyes were fixed on Harry with that same look in them he wore at school. It felt as if they were back as students, Draco hating Harry so abominably while Harry feeling only frustration.

"Do you really hate me?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yes."

"So…you don't…love me any more?"

"I didn't say that."

"But it feels like it."

There was only a slight pause before Draco's hand shot forward and fisted Harry's tie. Malfoy yanked him toward him and Harry lost his balance, nearly falling into Draco. Draco glared with all the Malfoy sneer his face could muster and for a moment Harry felt real fear that Draco would harm him. But before Harry could even think of raising his wand, Draco wrenched Harry closer-but not to hurt. He slammed a cruel kiss on Harry's lips, stabbing them open with his tongue and plundering his mouth. He forced the lips wider and ran his tongue inside the hot moist hollow, seeking out the other's tongue with angry thrusts like a striking snake. His mouth kneaded Harry's with such lustful vigor that Harry's knees felt weakened and the only thing keeping him upright was Draco's fist clutching his tie.

Harry's wand dropped from his flaccid fingers.

They continued to kiss until Draco yanked his head away, leaving Harry spent and off kilter. Malfoy shook Harry's tie with emphasis. "You have two seconds to get undressed," he growled.

Harry didn't stop to think. He started with the loosened tie and yanked the loop off over his head, taking some collar buttons with it. He tore off his robes, quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and shrugged out of it at the same time he stepped out of his shoes. He grabbed for his belt buckle but his hands were suddenly trembling. As he unzipped his trousers he noticed Draco wasn't attempting to take off any of his clothes. He just watched Harry disrobe, his gray eyes smoldering with passion. Harry pushed down his shorts and slipped off the socks and stood before Draco without a stitch on, waiting for further instructions.

Draco made a slow perusal of his body and Harry suddenly felt more exposed than he'd ever felt before with the Slytherin. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered on certain parts or the way his tongue passed sensuously over his lips. Whatever it was, Harry reacted with a sudden and fierce arousal. That made Draco smile, but it wasn't a pleasant one.

"Get on the bed, Potter, on your hands and knees."

With panting breaths, Harry moved passed Draco. He positioned himself on the bed as Draco instructed and waited, his groin aching. He heard Draco dropping his own clothes on the floor and felt the bed sink when Draco climbed on.

There was no foreplay. He only touched Harry to move his legs wider apart. His fingers dug into the flesh of his arse, thumbs prying open the crack, and then he plunged into him without warning and without lubrication. Harry stiffened and yelled. It burned! Draco wanted it to hurt. That much Harry knew. And it certainly did, but there was also great satisfaction from surrendering so utterly to him. Draco needed to feel this power over Harry and deep down, Harry wanted it too, wanted to feel helpless with Draco. It wasn't always a question of equals for surely they both knew on an intellectual level that they were. But emotionally, perhaps, that was not always the case. He was surprised at how easy it was to allow the Slytherin control of him, and how much he enjoyed the sensuality of doing so.

Draco's hands clasped Harry's hips tightly, fingernails pinching small crescents into his skin. He felt Draco filling him, urging him, manipulating, until every emotion was inextricably tied to every sensation. "Your grunts and moans are making me so hard, Potter," he purred.

Harry pushed back against him, wriggling, accepting the feel of him, whimpering with enjoyment at the sensation of fullness inside and even the pain, and groaning when Draco leaned over Harry and reached around to grasp his taut erection.

"You are only allowed to come when I tell you, Potter," he whispered harshly in Harry's ear. "Nod if you understand me."

Harry nodded vigorously.

"Only when I tell you." Draco's breath came in a rush. He could no longer speak as he continued to pound into Harry. Harry moaned his pleasure. Draco was hitting all the right spots and his hand, though not stroking as Harry hoped he might, was still clasped around his cock tightly with just enough pressure.

Harry could feel Draco reaching orgasm but he hadn't given Harry permission yet. Draco moaned out, "Harry, Harry" and slammed his final thrusts, hips slowing down to a few jerks until they slacked off to an occasional writhing. And then he was still, draping his sweaty body over Harry's.

Harry was going out of his mind. He hoped Draco hadn't forgotten. He didn't think he could hold out much longer.

"Draco. Please."

Draco didn't move and then he chuckled harshly in Harry's ear, and still grasping Harry's shaft, began long, agonizing strokes. He pulled at Harry's prick, his hand skimming over the flared edges of the head. Harry bucked his hips.

"Please, Draco!"

"All right, Harry. You can come for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry cried out, wave upon wave of pleasure shivering over his body as he shot cum over Draco's tight fingers. Draco continued to pull at him until Harry was completely spent. He gasped, couldn't stay upright anymore, and collapsed flat on the bed with Draco sprawled on top of him.

His face was pressed to the mattress and he breathed in long recuperating breaths. Draco was heavy but Harry liked the feel of his weight, their mingled sweat pressed between them. Eventually, Draco rolled off and to the side, staring into Harry's green eyes.

He licked his lips and blinked. "You're good, Potter," he drawled. "So good."

"So are you, Malfoy."

He gazed at Harry for a few more moments, the fight fading from his eyes, replaced by something more familiar, something softer. He raised his hand to Harry's face and stroked his cheek. "I do love you, Harry. I don't know why I was being such an idiot. I'm sorry. God, I'm so in love with you." He leaned forward and kissed him, lips massaging lips. "I don't hate you," he whispered, his lips still caressing his lover's. "I don't." He took Harry's mouth in his again, molding his lips over Harry's, then teasing with his moist tongue and running it over Harry's mouth.

Harry made an inarticulate moan and moved to cover Draco's mouth, lingering in his kiss until they both couldn't breathe and had to pull apart. He lay his head down again and just gazed at Draco's face-his ice-gray eyes, his kiss-moistened mouth-and sighed. "Don't ever do that again."

"Don't ever do what again?"

"Say we're through. I'll never be through with you. I'll want you forever. I'll love you forever."

"Oh. I thought you meant-"

"Oh no," said Harry, a blush creeping up his neck. "I quite enjoyed that."

"I must have hurt you."

"Nothing one of your potions can't cure."

Draco smiled. "God, I enjoyed it, too! You're a natural submissive, you know that, Potter?"

"Well I wouldn't enjoy it all the time."

"True. I like playing the sub for you myself."

"Like a girl, you do. You even squeal."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

That garnered a pillow in the face, or what was left of one. Harry looked back at the bed and the room. "Shall I help you clean up?"

Draco rolled over and sat up. "No," he said sullenly. "I made the mess. I'll clean it up."

"Good. I was hoping you'd say that." He rolled over and sat up, scooting back so he leaned against the wall. "So…what are these 'issues' we still have?"

Draco sighed elaborately and ran the nearly empty pillow case through his fingers. "They're my issues, not yours."

"But if they are going to interfere in our lives-"

He dropped the pillow case and took Harry's face in his hands. "They are not going to interfere with my loving you, okay? I think today I saw a taste of how stupid that was. It's my problem, my stupid way of looking at the world, and it has nothing to do with you and how perfect you are."

"I'm not perfect."

"You are in my eyes." Before Harry could speak again, Draco leaned over and kissed him. "Satisfied? Have we 'talked it out'?"

"I guess."

Draco withdrew and sat back. Silence fell between them until Draco, in a worried voice, asked, "Are you really going to comply with Dumbledore's conditions?"

"Must, mustn't I, if I want to keep my job."

"Seems against your principles."

"Now you're worrying about that? I thought that's what pissed you off. That my principles would get us sacked."

Draco tossed the pillowcase aside. "I don't know, Harry. You should be yourself. That's what I love about you, after all. I guess I don't think it's fair either."

"I liked dancing with you," he said, not caring how whiny it sounded. "I'd like to do it again. At a dance, not hiding in our sodding room."

"Yeah. Well. I guess we'll just have to see."

"If only that damned article in The Quibbler had turned out all right. Who knows what the Daily Prophet will print."

"I'll kill Lovegood. You should have let me hex her."

"You know, I really should have."

Draco looked at him in astonishment, and then he broke out into a laugh. The sound finally put Harry at ease and he reached over and took Draco into an embrace. Draco hugged him back. "Have we thoroughly made up?" asked Harry into his naked shoulder.

Draco blinked languidly. "I'd say so."

"Then we've got to get dressed and get back outside and see what our students have gotten up to."

"Blimey! I forgot!" Draco scrambled off the bed and rummaged through the debris for his clothes.

Harry chuckled. "What's the rush, Malfoy?"

"Those are Slytherins out there. They outnumber the others."

"No they don't."

"They out gun them. Treeloft's out there."

Harry sobered. Draco was right. And Treeloft was lovesick. Bad things could happen with a Slytherin in those conditions. Harry slid off the bed and searched for his shorts.


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