Draco landed deftly on the pitch, swooping the broom out from between his legs in one smooth gesture. With hand on hip, he watched the crowd swarm around Potter. Again. With the phrase "Gryffindor wins!" still ringing in his ears, he watched the Centre of Attention as the people swirled around him. All he could see was a glimpse of dark hair and the defeated Snitch flapping lazily in a gloved hand held high.

But the crowds were dispersing and gradually, more of Potter could be seen. His hair was its usual birds nest. He had his back to Draco, and his tight white breeches conformed to that perfect arse. Draco's heart started pounding again.

McGonagall came out to the grass, smiling, and leaning in toward Potter talking to him, no doubt sharing some tidbit of information he could use next game. Potter nodded, listening intently while the others dispersed to the changing tents.

Draco simply stood there, unable to take his eyes from his rival, his nemesis, his...unattainable desire. Oh yes. Potter had besieged his dreams since first year. He wasn't quite certain why he felt these feelings for a boy when he was only eleven, but by the next year the shameful emotions had only worsened. Girls didn't interest him at all, and he knew that this meant that the Malfoy heir was bent. He wouldn't tell his parents. Definitely not. Especially when his particular preference was for Harry Potter. The same boy his father spoke of in loathsome tones; the boy who stood between the Dark Lord and the attainment of ultimate power.

What did Draco care for all that?

Draco felt keenly the fact that he had nothing to do with Potter's life. He wasn't even a friend. He was not worth noting on Potter's list of interests. Maybe he was someone to occasionally beat in a game, or whose plans he could foil spectacularly and look the hero again, but that was all Draco was to him. But today, somehow, it felt intolerable. Draco had tried to get his attention in any number of ways, showing him what a powerful wizard he was, but it had always gone wrong. And to hide his embarrassment he ended up insulting Potter instead, hurling taunts in the manner of his father, with a carefully cultivated sneer and a drawl lifted from the pointed insults he had heard over the years from the lord of Malfoy Manor.

But today would be different. Today, Draco saw his chance. Potter was alone and heading to the changing tents. This was it.

Draco kept a careful distance from his quarry. Potter did not seem aware of him. He would have to catch him between the pitch and the changing tents and that meant under the stands. Draco was trying to form a plan, but his heart was beating so hard it was thrumming in his brain. All he knew, was he had to corner Potter there or all would be lost.

Draco pulled his wand and started running. He turned the corner and Potter was just passing under the shadows of the stands. Draco stopped a few yards away, pointed his wand, and yelled, "Potter!"

As soon as Harry turned, Draco blasted him with a Pretifucus. Potter stiffened and fell back like a board against the scaffolding of the stands.

Draco smiled and stuffed his wand back in his boot. He sauntered toward the dark-haired boy and looked him over. Potter's green eyes were wild behind his round spectacles but he could move nothing. Only watch. Draco was getting an idea of what he wanted to do. He looked at Potter now without fear that he'd be ridiculed or belittled. After all, Potter wouldn't remember any of this later.

Draco looked his fill. Potter's hair was wild and windswept, his cheeks wore spots of red where the wind chapped them. His shapely lips were also red and slightly opened with surprise. Draco's eyes traveled downward over the Gryffindor red shirt of his Quidditch uniform, down to the tight breeches, the tall boots, the leather gloves. No one wore his uniform like Potter. He looked so fine in it!

Harry's eyes were struggling. Draco could tell he was trying to throw off the curse. But Draco cast it too well and there were very few wizards who could even begin to throw off a Pretifucus, and Potter simply wasn't one of them.

"So," said Draco, getting closer. His breath came quickly the nearer he got to Potter. He could smell the sweat emanating off the boy, the musky, sweet smell of him. He licked his lips. "Petrified and nothing you can do about it, Potter. I've been waiting a long time for this. It's just that...I really couldn't take it anymore." He reached and ran a finger under the uniform's lapel, running it down until he touched the chest beneath. Potter was breathing hard, too. That was all he could move. Draco took a chance and ran his hand down Potter's chest. The boy was scrawny, but at fifteen, he seemed to be finally getting a bit of muscle. It didn't matter to Draco. Potter had always been gorgeous to him.

"Are you afraid of me?" he whispered close to Harry's face. He'd never been this close to him. He could count all the hairs in his heavy dark brows, shook his head at the scratches in his spectacle lenses, felt the heat from his cheek. "I'm not going to hurt you. Surprised? Bet you thought all I wanted from you was to see you hurt and humiliated. But that's what always happened to me whenever we crossed paths. I've never wanted to willingly hurt you. It's you who have always forced me to do things, things I later regretted." His nose was almost touching Harry's cheek and he resisted the urge no more. He turned his face and pressed his cheek against Harry's. Oh! It felt marvelous and warm. Just the smell of him nearly made Draco swoon. He inhaled a sharp breath and rubbed his cheek against the Boy-Who-Lived's. The softness was just beginning to give way to few hairs. "Mmm. You feel good, Harry. I've always wanted to call you 'Harry'." Draco closed his eyes, rubbing. His hands reached up and curled around the back of Harry's neck. "But you'd never let me, never allowed me to be close. Well, I'm close now and there's nothing you can do about it."

There was a slightly strangled noise from Harry's throat and Draco snapped his head up, staring at him. "Gosh, Potter. You are fighting this, aren't you? It won't be much longer. You'll be missed if we tarry too long." He raised his gloved hand to his face, grabbed the fingers with his teeth, and yanked off the leather covering. With his naked hand, he caressed Harry's face, first running his fingers over his smooth chin, over his lips, and up over his cheekbone. "I suppose you'd guessed by now that I'm a poufter. But I've never been with anyone. Never wanted anyone other than you." He ran his hand down Harry's chest again, pressing more firmly, feeling the muscles twitch with his touch. "Do you really think I joined the Quidditch team in order to play? What do I care about Quidditch? It was in our first year, when you, the Great Harry Potter, became the youngest Seeker in a hundred years. No first year ever got on the team before. Only you. And you didn't even own a broom. But when I saw you on the pitch in that...that uniform, well...I couldn't stand it. I guess I'm a sucker for you in a uniform. You look...." His eyes traveled slowly over his form. "You look so damned handsome in it."

Both hands were touching Harry; feathering on his neck, his face, his chest, his arms. "You and I both know I would never be allowed to do this if you weren't Petrified. It's my one chance. But know this, Harry. My love. My one and only. I'll never hurt you. I'll never let them hurt you. Even if it seems that I'm doing...well. Unsavory things. Don't believe it." Then Draco chuckled sadly. "Of course, you'll never remember this fine speech, will you? I'll have to Obliviate you, you know."

Draco glanced behind him toward the changing tents. "I haven't much time," he whispered to Harry's ear, after he tucked the black hair behind it. "I'll have to let you go before you're missed. But I'm not letting you go before I do this."

With both hands, he cupped Harry's face, looking into his eyes, eyes that were glittering with anger and hatred. "Don't be angry," he whispered, his breath wisping over Harry's lips. "It isn't every day you discover that a Malfoy is hopelessly in love with you." Was it Draco's imagination, or did something in those green eyes change. It didn't matter. Draco leaned forward, and gently touched his lips to Harry's. Heavenly! The feel of those warm lips--of Potter's lips--beneath his, was completely intoxicating. He pressed more firmly, teasing the boy's parted mouth with his tongue, tasting Potter's breath. Draco drew back and taking Harry's chin firmly in his hand, he opened Harry's mouth wider. Draco angled his face and opened his lips over Harry's mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside and kissing him in a way that he only imagined in the darkness of his bed at night. He pressed his entire body against Potter now, his arms encircling him. And all the while, he kept kissing him in the most intimate way he could think of, tongue swirling in the helpless boy's mouth, sucking on his lips, gnawing on his mouth and chin as he pulled gently away.

"Don't hate me," he whispered again, eyes closed. He rubbed his forehead against Harry's moist lips. "I can't help it. I can't help what I feel." Draco lay against him for a moment longer before, with a great sigh, he pushed away. He looked at Harry sadly. "Well. It was nice while it lasted. I guess we'll be back to the same old thing. But just for a moment, know that I loved you." He couldn't help but touch Harry's face once more. "Ready, Potter?" Draco stepped back and drew his wand. He pointed it at Harry's head. Harry's eyes seemed to follow it. "Obliviate!"

The green eyes dulled for a moment. Draco ran to the shadows of the stands out of Harry's eyesight and thrust his wand at him. He whispered, "Finite!" and Harry was instantly released.

He straightened a little shakily, rubbing his head and looking around. He stood for a moment, merely thinking, until some of his teammates suddenly came running. "Harry!" cried one of the Weasley twins. "Where've you been?"

"Er...been talking to McGonagall," he said. But by his expression, he didn't seem to think that that was entirely correct. Unaccountably, he lifted his gloved hand to his lips, but he shook off whatever leftover sensation he might have had.

Draco watched him disappear into the tent with his mates. His face was suddenly wet and he wiped it with his green tunic sleeve.

* * *

The next day when Harry saw Malfoy in the corridor, he pulled his wand, ready for anything the Slytherin hurled at him. Malfoy turned a sneer on him as always but he didn't say anything. A funny feeling swooped in Harry's stomach and he lowered his wand as he passed the Slytherin. He didn't understand his hesitancy, but since Malfoy didn't insult him, he let it go.

* * *

Gryffindor was playing again, Ravenclaw this time. Draco was waiting under the stands. His whole body was vibrating. He couldn't stand it. That one stolen kiss hadn't been enough. He thought it might be, thought he could live on that moment forever, but he'd never been a very patient and disciplined person. When he saw Harry in his Quidditch uniform zooming and diving above the pitch, Draco lost it. If he could do it once, he could certainly do it again.

He waited, listening to the sounds of the cheering crowds, hearing the action commentated by that lunatic Luna Lovegood. When Gryffindor won again, Draco tensed. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before he could get to Harry. It was already sunset, which was perfect cover. But he knew it would be touch and go. Harry was always surrounded by his mates. Draco would have to be clever. And if there was one thing Draco was, it was clever.

Fortunately, Harry was in the back of the crowd, walking alone. Draco waited until the others were ahead of him. He pointed his wand and in quick succession whispered, "Pretifucus Totalus! Mobilcorpus!" Harry's stiff body floated beneath the stands into the shadows. Draco carefully directed him inside the foot of one of the tented towers. When he let the flap fall closed, he and Harry were utterly alone.

He lowered Harry's body to the ground, laying him flat. He was breathing very hard now. He held his wand as he stood over Harry, just looking at him lying flat on his back. "I'm sorry, Harry. I had to do this again. One secret kiss just couldn't sustain me. The last time when I Oblivated you worked so well. Why not another?"

Harry's immobile eyes seemed to react. Draco reluctantly put his wand away. He was wearing his school robes but he quickly removed them. He stood in his jumper and trousers, gazing at Harry. "Of course you don't remember, do you? I snogged you before and Obliviated you. Don't worry. You won't remember this either. You won't remember that I love you."

Harry's eyes seemed to widen just for a fraction of an instant.

"Yes. Me. Draco Malfoy. In love with Harry Potter. Laughable, isn't it? You don't know how I've suffered. You really don't." He crouched next to Harry and then settled beside him. "I kissed you before. I'm going to kiss you again. But...." His eyes traveled from Harry's face and down his body. "I...I fancy something more today. I want to...to touch you, Harry." He rose, leaned over him, and kissed him soundly on the lips. Harry's mouth was more than intoxicating. He couldn't help himself and he laid his whole body over him, grinding his erection into Harry's groin. "You see what you do to me?" he rasped into Harry's neck. He licked Harry's salty skin, running his tongue along the underside of his jaw. "I'm so hard all the time because of you. Why do you think I sneer at you all the time? You are driving me mad!" He kissed Harry's neck then, sucking on the skin. He ran his hands down Harry's uniform-clad body and when his hand reached Harry's thigh, he stopped. Slowly, breath coming hard, Draco slid his hand over the swell of the boy's thigh and found the irresistible bulge of his crotch. Draco palmed Potter's cock and balls, squeezing them gently over the material, rubbing the flat of his hand over it. He moaned. "Oh Harry. I want this so much. Let me. Let me just...just touch you...."

His shaking fingers slid upward and worked at Harry's breaches. He undid the fastenings and loosened it. Draco sat up and looked down. Harry's breaches lay open, revealing a bit of his white underpants. Voice trembling, Draco said quietly, "I'm just going to pull these down a bit. I promise I won't hurt you. You'll enjoy it. You will." His fingers shook and he grasped the waistband of the trousers and eased them down. He pulled them as far as mid-thigh and stared at Harry's package bulging his pants. Draco licked his dry lips. "I've wanted this for longer than I can remember. I've wanted you since first year. I've told you that before, but I Obliviated you. Don't worry. I'll Obliviate you again. You won't have to remember this. But I will. And I will think about it often."

Slowly, gently, he reached out and cupped Harry's bits. Petrified, Harry couldn't react. But Draco looked at his face, nonetheless. Sweat beaded on Harry's forehead. Draco scooted up and kissed his cheek. "I won't hurt you, love. I'll make you feel good. Really." He kissed him again and scooted back to his groin. Bucking up his courage, Draco leaned over and very reverently kissed Harry's bulge. It twitched beneath Draco's lips and he smiled. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face on it, inhaling the dark musky odors wafting up from his groin. Pulling back again, Draco touched the waistband of the pants and dipped his fingers in between Harry's skin and the cloth. Draco noticed a dark line of hair from Harry's navel disappearing into the pants. Draco's breathing was out of control and his dick was so hard he knew he'd explode any second. He wanted to hold out until he at least saw Harry's naked cock. It would all be worth it then.

He pulled, slipping the underpants downward, working it with some difficulty underneath Harry past his buttocks. But dark pubic hair was the first thing he saw before Potter's pinkening cock popped free. Draco pulled the pants further so Harry's sac would be visible and he left them at mid-thigh with the breaches.

Draco stared. Harry Potter's bits. Dark pubic hair curled around a thick cock, thick even in repose, and it lay limply over his plump, red sac. Tenderly, Draco cupped the testicles, rolling them gently in his palm. He could barely breathe he was so excited. "Harry. You are spectacular," he gasped. "So lovely." Amazingly, as Draco handled Harry's balls, his cock began to thicken. "Oh my...." Harry was getting hard. Draco's fingers rose to the stiffening shaft, running up the length of it, even as that length drew longer as it hardened. He couldn't resist leaning over and kissing it, pressing his lips to that naked, sweaty flesh. "Oh Harry, Harry...." he moaned, lips and tongue now nibbling and lapping at the slowly growing organ.

Draco never imagined in his wildest dreams that he'd be sucking Harry Potter's cock. But here he was at last! He buried his nose in that musky pubic hair, kissed that now stiff cock, and gave a long lick from the root of it to the crown. He licked all around that swollen head, dipped his tongue into the slit and was in ecstasy when he tasted that salty, bitter precum bubbling up from the head. He opened his lips and took it in, sliding his mouth down over its velvet hardness. He'd never done this before for anyone. How right it felt doing it to Potter! His tongue was busy, even as the shaft filled his mouth. His tongue swirled, tasting and tickling that vibrant flesh. He felt it twitch in his mouth, felt it leap with each swipe of his tongue, each deep suction he gave it, hollowing his cheeks with it.

His fingers lightly touched the hairs at the underside of Harry's sac and Draco felt the skin of it wrinkle and the balls draw up. The cock in his mouth twitched again and suddenly Draco's mouth was filled with hot cum. He choked a bit at the unexpected bounty, but he sucked and swallowed, licking the softening cock, tasting the bitter goodness that was Harry Potter's spunk.

When he drew back from Harry's groin and looked down at the red cock, he licked his lips and smiled. "I bet no one's done that for you before, Harry. I was the first. You were mine first, even if you won't remember. I will always remember." He wiped a bit of wetness from his chin and grabbed his own aching erection. Draco quickly unfastened his trousers, pulled them and his underpants down and released his swollen cock. "See what you've done to me, Potter?" He quickly fisted it. It didn't take long. He was surprised he held out as long as he had. When he felt his orgasm rise he aimed his dick at Potter's genitals and unloaded, spurting white, sticky cum all over Harry's pubic hair and shrinking dick.

When Draco had unloaded every drop, he sunk down beside Harry and threw his arm over him. He kissed his face over and over. "I'll love you forever, I know I will. I'm sorry to have done this this way. I know it was wrong. But I couldn't stand it, you see. You won't remember. No harm done, then." He sat up and straightened his clothes, tucking himself back into his trousers and zipping up. He cast a cleaning charm on Harry and first pulled up his underpants, but before covering his cock again, Draco gave it a last kiss. He tucked him carefully into the underpants, and then drew up his breaches, fastening them again. A pang of regret warmed Draco's chest. It warred with the feelings of guilt at what he had done. Wasn't this essentially rape?

"Look, Potter. Er...to some this might be construed as r-rape." He shook his head. Why were his eyes stinging. "But it wasn't. I mean, I know it wasn't with your consent, but you might have given it knowing I wouldn't hurt you, that I only wanted to make you feel good. I just...." He dragged his hand through his blond locks and dropped that hand to his side. "Dammit. This was rather unforgivable, wasn't it? Slytherin through and through." He huffed a breath. "Well, thankfully, you won't remember. And I'm the one who will have to live with the guilt." He pulled his wand and cast Mobilcorpus. Harry's body lifted. Draco pulled a sliver of tent flap back to see if the coast was clear. When it was, he maneuvered Harry outside the tent and laid him gently down.

"See you around, Harry. I love you." And then, "Obliviate! Finite!"

* * *

Harry never mentioned to Madam Pomfrey the strange fainting spells he had after Quidditch. At first, they bothered him. But after several more times-even after practice games-he felt unaccountably relaxed and well...good. Weak, maybe. The same kind of good as if he'd just... wanked. He certainly didn't want to mention that to Madam Pomfrey! How bad could it be anyway, when he felt so incredibly good afterwards?

And something else, too. Malfoy was acting funny. He was being...well, nicer. There was no other word for it. Not that he was civil to Harry and his friends, but he wasn't saying anything mean to any of them any more, even stopped Pansy when she tried to insult Hermione. He still kept his eyes on Harry in that brooding way he had, but it sort of gave Harry a little chill and not in a bad way.

In fact, Harry was beginning to wonder if he didn't prefer boys to girls. He found the little crushes he had had for Cho Chang and some of the others had vanished and he was a little more interested in the goings on in the boy's showers and on the pitch. It wasn't something he particularly welcomed, but if it was something that was part of who he was then there was no sense in fighting it.

The only problem was, he found himself staring at Draco Malfoy. A lot. And not because he didn't trust him-which he didn't-but because he simply liked looking at Draco. Malfoy. That's what he meant to say... Oh hell. Draco, then. Yes, he was a good-looking bloke, he had to admit. If you looked past all the dirty tricks and Voldemort-loving attitude. That blond hair that fell rakishly over one eye, that pointed nose, that pale skin, almost too pale for a boy.

And, stranger still, Harry got the impression-from where, he didn't know-that Draco wasn't a Death Eater wannabe any more. He had the oddest feeling that Draco didn't want to hurt Harry.

But that had to be his imagination. Just like those strange fainting spells that felt as if he just wanked.

* * *

Draco had told himself he wouldn't do it again. He had felt so guilty the first time. Like he was raping Harry. But it had been so easy. And he wanted it so much. He got a hold of the Gryffindor practice schedule and waited for Harry at the foot of the tented tower and he'd done it to him over and over again. The taste of Harry had been addicting, not just the kisses, which he did in abundance, but his cock and his cum! He loved the way Harry tasted!

It had been great to suck Harry. He often watched Harry later walking through the corridors and got a secret thrill knowing that he had mere hours ago sucked off the Gryffindor. Sometimes Harry came very hard indeed, spurting high in the air when Draco pulled off of him to watch. And Draco would always wank and shoot his load onto Harry. That had been extremely hot and he'd wank to the memory of it later in his dorm room.

But lately, Draco was feeling as if he wanted more. Cocksucking and a wank were one thing, but Draco wanted to feel that fat cock of Harry's inside him. He wanted to experience that most intimate of sexual encounters. And he wanted it with Harry. He read about it, understood the mechanics, and decided that he would do it one more time, one last time, and fuck himself on Harry's hard cock. He trembled when he thought about it. Harry in his Quidditch uniform, lying on his back, his breaches and underpants dragged down to his thighs, his exposed and naked genitalia dripping and waiting for Draco. He almost came in his trousers thinking of it in Charms that morning. He knew Harry had a practice in the afternoon and Draco could barely stand to wait.

When the classes ended for the day, Draco was ready. He had a little bottle of oil in his pocket. He knew he needed some kind of lube, but he really didn't care if it hurt. This was the last time. It was getting dangerous. He had been taking a longer and longer time with Harry and he was afraid his mates were beginning to notice. It certainly wouldn't do to get caught. Draco would be expelled for sure and then he'd never see Harry again and that certainly wouldn't do.

He snuck down to the Quidditch pitch and took up his favourite hiding place under the tented tower and waited.

Finally, the bloody game was over and Draco peeked out of the tent flap for that tell-tale mop of black hair. Harry was lagging behind again and Draco struck him with a Pretifucus Totalus and a Mobilcorpus, quickly ushering Harry into the safety of their tower tent.

He laid Harry down with great care and smiled down on those terrified eyes. "Hi, Harry. Here we are again. I know I've promised this before, but this is absolutely the last time. I can't keep hiding us. One of your friends is bound to find us and I can't have that." While he talked he unfastened Harry's trousers with practiced ease. He yanked down the trousers and underpants in one go, gazing down at the object of his desire. He shook his head. "No matter how many times I look at your bits, Harry, I am gob smacked every time. You are absolutely gorgeous and I'm so in love in with you. I wish I could tell you. I wish it could work out. But you know the drill. We've talked about it often enough. Well, I guess I've done all the talking what with you being Petrified every time. But it's essentially this: There is no way Harry Potter would ever want to be with Draco Malfoy. End of story. Love story." Draco ducked his head and sighed. "The thing of it is; what am I going to do? I'll still be in love with you while you go on your blissfully ignorant way. Dating girls and what not. But at least I was the first. I'll always have that. And maybe you haven't noticed-you are so oblivious sometimes-that I stopped being a prat to you." Draco was gently stroking Harry's pubic hair. That cock was rising nicely. "I don't want to be a prat to you but I don't know how else to be. I can't just step up to you out of the blue and say, 'Potter, let's put all this aside and be friends. Maybe even more than friends.' We could be lovers, you know. You wouldn't regret it. I am incredibly loyal to those I favour. I would never betray you. I would be very solicitous. I'd bring you presents. I'd be at your bloody beck and call. The Dark Lord may have my father, but you'd have me."

Harry's cock was stiff and taut, lying flat against his belly. Draco took a shuddering breath. "We're going to do something different today. Instead of my sucking you off, I'd like to...to...be...shagged. By you." He felt his face heat with a blush. He stood up and undressed as he talked, taking off his shoes and trousers. "I was going to climb on top, you know, and shag myself on you. Is that all right? Gods, I'd love nothing better than to be on the ground with you above me, pounding away at me. But we have to make due with what we've got."

Draco was now naked from the waist down and his cock was stiff and red against his belly. He reached down to his discarded trousers and pulled out the bottle from the pocket. "See. I came prepared. I've never done this before so bear with me."

Draco pulled the cork and tilted the flask. His fingers were covered in the slick oil and he twisted, daubing it on his hole. The rest he sluiced on Harry's dick. He straddled Harry and lowered himself, sitting for the moment on Harry's thighs. "You have a magnificent cock, you know. I wish I could tell you that personally. But I'd never have the nerve. I suppose you're wondering why always after Quidditch. Well, I told you before. I love you in your Quidditch uniform. And you're always sweaty and that makes you smell fantastic. You might always catch the Snitch, but I get to capture you. That's how I win, Potter...I mean...Harry. That's how you've been mine for months." Nervously, he rose up and inched up Harry's legs, straddling his hips. He lowered himself slowly, reaching under to aim Harry's cock until he felt that enormous cockhead touch his anus.

Draco made a nervous laugh. "This is it, Harry. You're taking my virginity. I wish we didn't have to do it this way, but a Slytherin's gotta do what a Slytherin's gotta do." He pushed down. The stiff cock gave no quarter and Draco tried to relax, tried to let his tight hole open over it. The flesh stretched and opened a little but Draco wouldn't stop, determined to be breached by Harry.

He hissed through clenched teeth. "Merlin, it hurts! You're so big!" Draco screwed his eyes closed and suddenly sat hard, enveloping Harry's entire cock. "Ah--!"

So full. Felt like a Beater's bat. He didn't move for a long time, just trying to adjust. It still hurt with a hot burn, but he didn't care. Harry was inside him. Harry's thick cock had invaded him in the most intimate way imaginable and Draco was swept away with the feeling.

He wiped the tears from his eyes with his arm. He looked down at Harry's eyes looking up at him in that frozen way. "It hurts but it also feels good. Because it's you." He took a deep breath and pulled up a little before he sat hard again. "Did you like that, love? Did it feel good?" Draco did it again and then again. Harry made a gurgling sound deep in his throat. "Ah yes," said Draco. The way was feeling easier and good. He shifted his hips and did it again, and this time, Harry's cock passed over something within Draco that made the Slytherin shout.

"Holy fuck! That was marvelous." He tried it again and felt that same deeply pleasurable sensation. It rippled over his balls and up his bobbing cock in a way nothing had ever done before. "Oh Harry!" he moaned. Draco lifted himself and slammed down over and over, getting into a rhythm. He was fucking himself on Harry's dick! It was marvelous, amazing, thrilling! Draco had never felt so alive, so many sensations at once. When he raised up again, Harry's cock slid over that secret spot inside him and he suddenly came explosively, soiling the front of Harry's uniform. His anus squeezed down hard on that enormous cock within him and he felt it twitch and he suddenly felt a very wet sensation at his hole. Harry came! Inside him!

Draco froze, lost in the feeling of Harry's shrinking cock, the sensation of his juices leaking out of him and down his thighs. He sat on Harry for a long time until the cock simply popped out of him. He looked down tenderly at Harry's face and kissed him in a lingering kiss. "That was incredible. Oh I wish we could do it again. But this has to be the last time." He touched Harry's face, unwilling to let him go, but knowing he had to or his friends would come looking. "Know that I love you. Well, at least in your subconscious. You won't remember any of this anyway."

Draco lifted off of him at last and used a cleaning charm on Harry, his gear, and himself. He redressed Harry, put himself to rights, and lifted Harry upright with a Mobilcorpus. When the coast was clear, he sent Harry out, laid him down as he had down countless times before, and whispered, "Finite!"

But what Draco had failed to do as he had done countless times before, was hit Harry with an Obliviate.

* * *

Harry lay on his back on the grass a long time. He was no longer Petrified but he was unable to move. Not because his limbs wouldn't work, but his racing mind was trying to make sense out of what the hell had just happened.

"Fuck," he breathed. Had Draco Malfoy just fucked himself on Harry's cock? Had the boy kissed him and whispered words of love to him?

But worse. Had Draco done this many, many times before and Obliviated Harry's memory of it?

Slowly, Harry sat up. Those fainting spells... Draco Malfoy, the bloody ponce! He had been pleasuring himself with Harry for months! That's what he had said. Months! Using him like some perv sex doll. Getting off on it. Raping him. "Oh God." Harry felt sick. His hands curled in the grass. If Draco had been Oblivating him, what else had he made Harry do?

Now wait. Wait. He tried to calm himself with deep breaths. Draco seemed awfully sincere about loving Harry. He said over and over how he would never hurt him and he had been treating him better the last few months. "Because he's been getting his jollies off on me. Sick fuck!"

But Harry had always felt marvelous after his "spells" (well, he knew what that was now!) So Draco had never fucked him. That was something, but still. Doing that without the other's permission still amounted to rape.

Harry didn't know how he felt about that now. Draco had been getting to him. He had succumbed to a certain amount of interest in the Slytherin, knowing full well he never had a sliver of a chance with him. Though now...

Was this something he could forgive? It had felt marvelous. Draco had been completely loving throughout and...and...it was so incredibly hot. He had wanted so badly to arch up and fill Draco himself.

Wait. What?

* * *

Draco felt horrible. For the last several days after his last encounter with Harry, Draco had felt elated. But now he was clearly pining for the Gryffindor. He couldn't go to the Quidditch games. He could barely go to the same classes with Harry. He could scarcely even manage to be in the Great Hall when Harry was present. And strangely, Harry seemed to be looking at him more often with an odd expression. He couldn't tell if Harry was angry at him or just puzzled by something.

Well, he didn't suppose it mattered much, since they wouldn't likely be talking.

So it was with some surprise that Draco was suddenly dragged into an empty classroom and put under a body bind.

"You are dead, whoever you are!" Draco grunted, twisting round so he could get a look at his assailant. He stopped struggling when he saw it was Harry Potter.

Potter was shaking his head and pacing, wand in hand. "I really don't know what to do about you, Malfoy."

"What have I done now? I haven't done anything to you or your precious Muggle-borns."

Harry shot a glance at Draco. "You haven't done anything to me? Really?"

Draco began to sweat. He didn't like the strange tone of Harry's voice. "Yeah. In case you haven't noticed. I don't have time to insult you or your pitiful excuse for friends."

Harry's mouth quirked oddly. "That's not quite how I remember it." He stalked up to Draco and pushed his wand tip under Draco's chin, forcing it upward. "What I remember can barely be believed."

Now Draco was worried. He'd been doing the Obliviate correctly, hadn't he? Was Harry remembering?

"I seem to remember a quite remarkable event." Harry's face blushed a deep red. His voice sounded shaky. "You had my trousers down to my knees and you were...you were...fucking yourself on me. Is that right, Malfoy?" The wand trembled under Draco's chin.

Oh God! How could he have remembered? Draco had always done the Obliviate correctly. He distinctly remembered-remembered...

Terrified, he stared into Harry's cold eyes. "Are you out of your mind, Potter! I'd never touch the likes of you! You must be having a Quidditch injury flashback or something. Now let me loose or you'll be sorry."

"Malfoy, I know what I experienced, okay? Don't make this worse for yourself."

Potter looked really angry. And didn't he have every right to be? Draco felt his lower lip trembling. "I...I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Don't play dumb! Damn you, Malfoy! I know what you did!"

Draco darted a glance at the locked door. That was it. He was trapped. Irrevocably trapped...and doomed. The words suddenly spilled out of him. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake. Please! Don't hurt me. I didn't hurt you."

"You fucking raped me, Malfoy! What the hell's the matter with you!"

"I...I...." Draco couldn't help himself. Mortified, he burst into tears. He sobbed out an incoherent answer, all the while his face was blurred with tears and his nose ran. He rubbed it on his shoulder to no avail.

Harry stepped back from him and lowered his wand. He watched Draco cry for a bit. "Is it true?" he asked when Draco had fallen silent except for some heaving sobs. "Do you really...." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you...love me?"

Draco nodded vigorously. Not that it would do him any good. Harry would probably hex his balls off and he would deserve it. And then he'd be expelled. And then Dumbledore would have to tell his parents why and then his father would finish the job and kill him.

One way or the other, his prospects weren't looking good.

"Bugger it, Malfoy!" Harry stuffed his wand away. He paced energetically before him, glaring over his shoulder at Draco bound helplessly and leaning against a work table. "Why did you have to cock it up in a typical Slytherin way? Why couldn't you have just come to me?"

Draco sniffed, trying to unplug his nose. "Oh right! Yeah. Me, go up to you and tell you I fancy you. How would that have gone over, I wonder?"

Harry stopped and stared at the floor. "Yeah. I guess."

"Besides. It's all a moot point if you're not gay."

"Who says I'm not gay?"

Draco licked the salty tears from his lips. "A-are you?"

Harry lifted his gaze to Draco. "Yeah. I guess so."

"Oh."

"Doesn't make what you did acceptable."

"I said I was sorry. G-go ahead and hex me, then. I'll be expelled and then you'll never have to see me again. I'll probably be fed to the werewolves by my own father."

"Don't be such a drama queen."

Draco snapped his head up and stared at Harry. Harry was still looking at the floor, hands flexing.

"I'm not going to report you, Malfoy, though you really do deserve it. God, you are such a prick!"

"I never hurt you."

"Taking something like that without my consent is still hurting."

"I didn't take anything from you-"

"My will to say 'No', Draco. That's very important. Voldemort did that to me too, you know. Tied me up and took from me. It's not a very nice experience."

Draco began to cry again, feeling a sudden stab of empathy. Harry must have been terrified in the Dark Lord's clutches. How could Draco have been so stupid? "I'm sorry. Really sorry. I didn't think. I just wanted you so badly."

"You never think. You're selfish and spoiled and you're a bad loser."

"I know."

Harry sighed deeply and dug his fists into his hips. "And you're really good-looking and I hate that about you."

"I know. I'm sor-what?"

The boy finally lifted his face and gazed at Draco. His dark brows which had been burled over his eyes, loosened and his green eyes softened. "You are one fucked up bloke, you know that Draco?"

"Did you say I was good-looking?"

"See. You can't think of anyone but yourself." Harry approached and stood mere inches from him. Draco could feel Harry's body heat, could smell him. He sagged in his bindings. "What did you do to me before?" asked Harry quietly. "I only remember the...the last time. I take it there were many more times. You see, you forgot to Obliviate me that last time."

"Oh fuck."

"Yeah. You can't even do that right. So how many times, Malfoy? And what did you do?"

The jig was up. Time to pay the piper. "First of all, it must be said again. That I l-love you. I do. I really do. And I just wanted you so badly."

"Yeah. Whatever. Spill."

"Okay, okay. I...the first time I just snogged you. That's all. And that was going to be it. But then, I realized I could never be anything to you, and I wanted more. I know, I know. I'm selfish. I get it. But...you're so irresistible."

Harry seemed to scoff at that. Did the prat really think he wasn't?

"So I...I plotted to get you again and just...well. I wanted to just look at you."

"What do you mean 'just look at me'?"

"You know."

"I don't know."

Draco felt his face go red. "Look at your...your...bits, okay! I wanted to see them. But then, when I did, I had to...to touch them. And I ended up kissing them and then licking them and the next thing I knew I was su-"

"Yeah, okay! I get the picture." Harry turned away for a moment. It looked to Draco as if he was adjusting his trousers. The back of his neck was bright red. "So how did it escalate to this?" he said, turning partway back. "Did you ever fuck me?"

"No! I would never! That would have been like fucking a dead man."

"Oh, but fucking yourself on me while I'm Petrified is okay?"

"Well...it's all in your perspective."

"Jeez, Malfoy!" Harry started pacing again. "What am I to do with you?"

"Let me go?"

But then Harry slid a rather Slytherin expression toward him. "That would be too easy, wouldn't it?"

Draco swallowed.

"Don't you think you deserve some sort of punishment for taking advantage of me like that?"

"I-I suppose. But remember. I didn't hurt you."

He leaned closer. Draco saw his terrified face reflected in the boy's spectacles. "I'm not going to hurt you, Draco."

But the way he said it sounded even worse. Before Draco could play all the possible consequences in his head, Harry's mouth was on his. And he was...kissing Draco? What the--?

Harry's lips pressed and suckled, his tongue skimming the outer layer of Draco's mouth, until it sought entrance and filled it. Draco's mouth was suddenly full of Harry Potter tongue and when he realized it at last, he sagged into it, sucking on it and opening his mouth wider. Harry's fingers dug painfully into his temples, holding his face in place. Draco didn't care. Harry was kissing him and nothing else mattered in the world.

When Harry drew back, mouth wet from Draco's kiss, he looked at Draco with lust-heavy eyes. "You did a lot to me and I couldn't do anything back. Let's see how you like it."

As Harry loosened Draco's tie and pulled it off, Draco vaguely wondered how this could possibly be construed as punishment. Maybe in a Gryffindor world, he thought. Harry was unbuttoning Draco's shirt and kissing down his chest. Oh my God! Exquisite torture, indeed. Harry opened his shirt and ran his hand down the Slytherin's white chest. And then his fingers hooked on Draco's trousers. He unbuckled the belt and let the two ends flop to the side. Then he flicked open the button, grabbed the zip, and slowly dragged it down.

"What are you going to do?" gasped Draco.

"I don't know," said Harry thickly. "I didn't exactly get to shag you last time. I think I should get to do it properly."

"Oh yes," Draco breathed. Harry yanked Draco's trousers and underpants down in one go, letting them both fall to his ankles.

"Step out of them, Malfoy."

Obeying, Draco did so, feeling a bit funny standing in nothing but his opened robe, shirt, shoes and socks.

"Turn around."

Slowly, Draco maneuvered himself, arms still clasped against his sides, and turned away from Harry. He was breathing hard now, wondering what would come next. A hand suddenly cupped one arse cheek.

"Draco, you have one hell of a nice arse. So white."

"Thanks," he managed to croak. "W-what now?"

Another hand joined the first and soon they were both kneading Draco's bum, squeezing the cheeks together. "You'll see," said Harry's voice, much lower to the floor than Draco could account for. And then...lips. Kissing. And a tongue licking at his arse cheeks. Draco trembled.

"Harry...."

Harry made a sound deep in his throat but the kisses continued all over Draco's arse while the hands stroked his skin. A finger trailed down the crack and then the sensation of thumbs pressing in there and opening him wide. Harry was doing this and looking at his hole! Draco nearly fell over but stopped himself by hitching up against the table. He didn't have the use of his arms to stop himself from falling flat on his face.

Harry's lips were still kissing and they were getting closer and closer to Draco's entrance. Draco stuck his arse out, trying to open himself. Harry chuckled behind him. "Anxious, aren't you?"

Harry kissed him and rubbed his cheek against him and then a tongue flicked very close to his hole. Draco gasped. "Oh God!"

"You want me to lick it, Draco?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Then you'll have to beg me. As part of your punishment."

"Please, Harry. Do it."

"Do what?"

Oh the obstinate-"Please lick me. M-my h-hole. Oh God!"

"Since you asked so nicely."

Draco felt the merest of wet flicks. His hips jerked forward. His cock was rock hard and dripping. He waited, feeling Harry's hot breath on him. "Please, Harry...." he murmured.

And then, that warm tongue flattened on his tight hole and dragged a long, sensuous lick upward. Draco groaned. His toes curled in his shoes and he tried to spread his legs wider.

Harry licked it again and then daubed at it, forcing it open with a pointed, persistent tongue. He was soon stabbing into it while his thumbs forced Draco's arse cheeks wide open. Draco was ready to fall over, not caring if he broke his perfect nose on the table. He was going to come from this alone. He felt he should tell Harry that.

"I'm...I'm going to come!" he squeaked.

Harry stopped and pulled away. "Don't you dare! That's not allowed."

"What?"

"Part of your punishment. You're not allowed to come. Not until I give you permission. And I may not."

Ah, such cruelty. Who knew Potter was capable? "But Harry...."

"You sure feel free to call me that. You've never even tried to call me 'Harry' before."

"I didn't think you'd let me. Not after we'd gotten off on the wrong foot on the train."

"At Madam Malkins, actually. You couldn't help yourself and you insulted my friends right off."

"I didn't know they were your friends!"

"Didn't stop you after."

"Can I call you 'Harry' now? Will you call me 'Draco'?"

"I don't know. I suppose since you've had your mouth on my dick and I've had mine on your arsehole it pretty much seems we'd be on a first name basis."

"Please?"

"I've never heard that word out of your mouth so much before now. What was your bloody problem, anyway?"

Draco wriggled his bum. His dick hurt from almost coming and his arse was sensitive and slick from Harry's saliva. "I...I don't know. A Malfoy thing. We don't say 'please'."

"Or 'I'm sorry'."

"I apologized! And I meant it!"

Harry laughed at that. "Only you would have to qualify it that way."

Draco fell silent. He felt a little silly standing with his bare arse facing Harry now. But he was still mighty hard.

Harry said nothing for a moment. Then that hand was back on Draco's arse and Harry's lips were at Draco's ear. Harry's breath tickled him. "Do you want me to fuck you, Draco?"

"Yes. And I'll beg if you want."

"Not such a self-righteous Malfoy now, are we? Wouldn't your father be proud."

"He'd kill me. But I don't care. I want you. I've always wanted you. We were meant to be together."

Harry's hand on Draco's arse stopped caressing. The hand drew up to the small of his back. He turned Draco to face him. "Do you really believe that?"

Harry eyes were earnest now. Draco had never seen that earnestness directed to him before. "Yes. Look at us. Light and dark, in both senses of the word. Good and evil, if you will. But you've conquered me."

"I don't want to conquer you," said Harry, uncertainty now playing in his expressive eyes.

"Then won me over, if you like. I want to be your equal, Harry. But you have to make me yours first."

His face darkened with lust. "I will," he said unsteadily. He kissed Draco, his mouth fervent on the Slytherin's. They kissed like lovers and when Harry pulled gently away, his lids still at half-mast, he whispered, "Malfoy, let's put all this aside and be friends. Maybe even more than friends."

Draco's heart leapt. He recognized his own words, words he spoke to Harry when he lay helplessly on the ground. "But you are going to bugger me, aren't you?"

Harry laughed. "One track mind. Okay. Turn around. It's my first time without being Petrified so give me a minute."

"Harry, could you unbind me?"

Harry thought a moment and then retrieved his wand. He spoke, "Finite!" and Draco was freed. He whipped around and fell into Harry's arms, hugging him, kissing his neck and ear. "More than friends," Draco whimpered.

Harry took him gently and turned him around to face the table. He pushed on his shoulders and Draco got the hint and bent over. He raised his arse and wriggled it. He was throbbing with anticipation and then he heard clothing shifting, a zip being drawn down, more clothing hitting the floor. Harry's naked penis and bollocks were suddenly squished against his backside. He wiggled again, loving the sound of a moan pulled from Harry.

"I don't have lube," said Harry.

"Use spit."

"Won't it hurt?"

"Harry, you're so bloody big it's going to hurt anyway. I don't mind. I just want it."

A hand came up and caressed from his arse up under his shirt. "I don't want to hurt you."

Draco almost sobbed. "And you wonder why I love you. Do it, Harry. Please."

Harry spit into his hand several times and rubbed some of it on Draco's hole. Draco heard him spit again and he must have been rubbing it on his dick because the next moment he felt it pressed to his crack. Draco opened himself as wide as he could, relaxing the sphincter. Harry pushed and Draco was right. No amount of lube would have alleviated that, but he clenched his teeth and breathed, feeling Harry's cock press further and further inside of him.

Harry stopped and grasped Draco's naked hips. "Oh God," he moaned. "Oh that feels so good. Like the last time when you were on top of me."

"You remember it all?"

"Of course, you prat. You forgot to hex me." He gripped his hips tightly and pulled out a little before shoving back in. "Oh! That's incredible. You're so tight!"

"Harry. Fuck me. Please!"

Harry said nothing. He grunted as he pulled out and shoved in again. He snapped his hips, trying to get a rhythm going. "I'm not going to last," he warned.

"You keep hitting my prostate," Draco groaned. "Please, Harry, can I come?"

"I forgot about that. Yes. Oh yes."

Harry shoved in hard again and that was all Draco needed. The sensation zoomed up from his balls and he shot his load below the table, humping forward into air. He clamped down tight on Harry still deep inside him, and Harry gave a shout. He pumped hard into Draco and seemed to come forever. He kept pumping, clenching the blonde's hips. Draco felt a trickle leak out of him and run down his leg. It wasn't until Harry pulled out completely that his cum dribbled out in a steady stream.

Draco was spent. He didn't think he could get up but he made himself do it. He turned to Harry and looked down at the boy's weeping cock. "That was bloody marvelous. Does that mean you forgive me?"

Harry took hold of Draco's shoulders and brought him in for a kiss. "Yes, you great prat," he said to his lips. "I guess I've got a thing for you, too. Don't have the faintest idea why."

"Because I am extraordinarily good-looking and I've got an amazing bum."

Harry laughed and wrapped Draco in his arms. "Yeah, I guess that's part of it. But from now on, no sneaky hexes. It isn't nice, Draco. You got away with it once-"

"And look what it got me." He smiled up at Harry and kissed his chin.

"You were lucky this time, is all."

Draco nestled his face into Harry's neck, just inhaling. He couldn't believe his good fortune. "Seriously, Harry. I'm going to have a little trouble with this at home. Are you going to go public with it?"

"Don't you want to?"

Draco considered. It meant he couldn't go home. And that would be bad. But it also meant no serving Voldemort and that would be good. He could sort out the rest later when Harry got rid of the bastard, as he fully expected his boyfriend to do. Hey...

"Are you my boyfriend now?" he asked.

Harry was stroking Draco's hair, which felt bloody marvelous. He looked down at the blond and smiled. "Yeah. We're boyfriends. I like the idea. Don't you?"

"You sure are the forgiving sort. But yes. I like it a lot."

"So Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Just like you said. We belong together."

Draco hugged him tighter, feeling better than he had for a long time. "We belong together," he sighed. "And when we're old and grey, maybe-just for old time's sake-you'll slip on your Quidditch uniform, yeah?"

The End


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