And there he was, messy hair and all, looking at me across the Great Hall. Me at my Slytherin table and he at his Gryffindor. What a pair. They said it wouldn't last. But who the hell were "they", anyway?

We'd had a row-sort of broken up. Well. He'd broken it off. I wasn't idiot enough to end it with Potter. Why would I be? He's gorgeous. He's sexy. He's so...so...Harry. But he wised up and broke the break-up. Thank Merlin! I didn't really fancy slitting my wrists. All that blood and all.

He could see I was staring at him. He can always tell. I simply bored my eyes into the back of his head until he turned. His green eyes-oh yes. I can see they're green from where I'm sitting-his green eyes would turn to me and then-oh my god! Then he would smile.

Puts me completely off my meal when he does that. Don't know why. That's a lie. Yes I do. Because I am besotted. Completely and irrevocably in love with the boy. Me. Draco Malfoy. Harry Potter's nemesis. Former nemesis. Currently boyfriend, thank you very much.

The Weasel and Granger, however, continue to be a problem. Whinging about how I'm "up to something". Why is it just because I'm wearing the snake I'm "up to something"? Can't Slytherins be in love?

I was meeting Harry after dinner in the Shrieking Shack. He told me how to get there from Hogwarts (seems Slytherins aren't the only ones "up to something"). I couldn't eat a bite because I knew that this time, tonight was the night. We were going to do it. No more just snogging in dark corridors or rubbing each other's dicks through our trousers. It was full nudity and penetration or nothing.

I was scared to death. Not that I would tell him that.

But I also wanted it. Didn't he? He'd put me off long enough, certainly. After all, I was hot and heavy for Potter before he ever looked at me that way. Or so I thought. After a few heartfelt discussions, I discovered Harry was a little hot and heavy for a certain Slytherin, though his Gryffindor manliness wouldn't allow him to sink so low, or some such rubbish. Honestly. Take a tip from the snake and take what you want. It worked for me.

Finally! Dinner was over and most everyone was rising from their places to head to their common rooms. Except Harry. He lingered. I didn't know why and I didn't care. It afforded me the opportunity to simply gaze at him. Albeit the back of his head, but it was better than nothing. His stupid friends were prodding him to get up, but he swiveled slowly around and just looked at me. Granger rolled her eyes and Weaselby got red in the face (though how could one tell? Ha!) He was saying something to them and they had the gall to argue with him. It was getting heated so I rose and started around the table toward them. I knew exactly where my wand was. A Malfoy always knows where his wand is.

I strode up to them in the midst of their argument. "Potter. What's the hold up? Oh. I see. Trying to swat a couple of annoying insects?"

He glowered at me. Glower away. I think you secretly love it.

"Bugger off, Malfoy," sneered the Weasel.

"We-e-ll," I said, straightening my cuffs. "I sort of planned on-"

"Draco!" interrupted Harry, snapping to his feet. "I was just saying 'goodnight' to my friends, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind. Say 'good-bye', too. That would suit me just fine."

He gave me a withering look and turned to them again. "I've told you both before. Accept it or don't. But it is a reality. If you can't accept it then...then...well. Maybe we should say good-bye."

Yes! A fond farewell to the Weasel and the Mudblood! That would make life perfect.

But Harry's face was rather taut and I could see the strain in his stiffened shoulders and white knuckles. That didn't bode well for a night of absolute and unrelenting shagging.

And worse, those stupid bloody friends of his weren't saying anything. Like they were actually thinking about it. Not that I wasn't just thinking about it but damn them. Couldn't they see how this was making Harry tense? Time to do something about it.

"Look, Weasel-er Weasley. And M-um...Granger. Harry is happy with me and I am happy with Harry. I'm not going to bloody hurt him. I lo-um...that is. Harry and I-we feel-oh bugger! Can't you just let us be together?" I scooted toward Harry and slipped my arm around his waist. Harry was tense as a rod. Stupid Gryffindorks!

They glared at me. Honestly. How childish!

"Look, Malfoy," said Granger. "If you want the truth, I really don't think you're good for Harry. And if you care for him as you say you do, then maybe you'd realize it, too. Harry's got a job to do and you are a distraction."

"What? That's bollocks and you know it! You just don't want a Slytherin hanging about. Admit it. You're prejudiced."

"I don't think we need to pre-judge you. You've done a pretty good job proving how rotten you are."

Oh. Ten points to Gryffindor. Can't argue with that. Still.

"But people change," said Harry. "And Draco has. He's just not used to you two. But he will be. Won't you." He turned to me and looked at me squarely. The Quaffle was on my end of the pitch now.

Did he really expect us all to be friends? Harry was one thing, but all of Gryffindor? I didn't think I had it in me.

But looking at Harry, at those marvelous green eyes, that silly bird's nest of hair, that determined (and I might add very kissable) mouth-I simply couldn't deny that I'd do anything to have that for myself. I loved the git, after all.

"Well...if Harry says so. I mean...I can try. But you have to stop looking at me murderously."

"And you have to stop calling them names." Harry gave me a stern look that brooked no loopholes. Damn.

"All right! If that's what a bloke's got to do to get a shag around here-"

"Gah!" spit Weasel.

Granger squeaked.

Harry looked daggers at me. What? Oh. Miscalculated again? Shit.

"I mean-" Just shut up, Draco. Anything you say at this point was going to make it worse. Could it get worse?

A shadow fell over all of us. I turned. Yep. It could get worse.

"Are we fighting?" asked the sultry voice of Severus Snape. He glared at the Gryffindors. But he saved one scathing eyebrow lift for me. I wasn't exactly his mate anymore, what with turning my back on You-Know-Who, and all. "That will be ten points from Gryffindor...each."

"What about Slytherin?" gaped the Weasel.

"Three against one, Weasley? Hardly fair, would you say? Mr. Malfoy may be merely defending himself." But then he turned a beetle black eye on me. "Or is it you who incited them, Malfoy?"

"I was merely trying to talk to my boy-er...to Har-to Potter here." Merlin, it was hard keeping it all straight!

He lifted one corner of his mouth revealing yellow teeth. "Then indeed. Ten points from Slytherin."

"What?"

"Did you have something to say to me, Mr. Malfoy?"

I shut my lips tight and shook my head. Should have done that earlier.

Snape offered one last glance at us all before he turned in a whirl of robes. Wish I could get the knack of that.

Granger and Weasley stared accusingly at me. Me? I didn't do anything! "I guess we'll leave you to your own devices," said the Mudblood. "Come along, Ron."

The Weasel looked hesitantly at Harry and then threw another murderous glance at me. See! He couldn't help himself. Now how am I supposed to ignore that?

Finally he turned and followed the girl, leaving me alone with Harry. At last! But when I turned to him he didn't look happy at all. "Harry?"

"I'm going to my dorm." And he turned away from me, just like that. Wait!

"Wait! Harry!" He stopped, shoulders slumped and glanced over his shoulder. "What about-you know. We were going to-"

He shrugged. "Not in the mood. I'm really tired, Draco. Tired of all the fighting you three are doing. I don't know that I have the strength to endure it anymore."

"Yes you do!" I rushed to him, not caring who might be left in the Great Hall. "Harry!" I sidled up to him, my face close to his. Quietly, I said, "You know I can't go for long without a good snog, Harry. And...you know. I love you." I whispered that last bit. That was for his ears alone. As I watched they turned red. He looked at me.

"Well you sure don't show it." And with that, he turned on his heel and left me standing alone in the Hall.

* * *

Now when a fellow anticipates his first shag all day long and then he doesn't get it, all that energy has got to go somewhere!

But before I gave myself a good wank, I expended some of that energy destroying the Slytherin common room. Ripping a pillow to shreds with one's bare hands can go a long way to relieve some stress. So can smashing a table against a stone wall. Nothing like it, really. Glassware was next. Then books torn apart. Then tapestries torn down and set on fire.

But right in the middle of it-the best part, really-I was suddenly hit with a Petrificus and I fell like a log to the floor, astonished that anyone had the nerve to curse the Malfoy heir. They were worse than toast when I got up. They were crumbs.

My petrified eyes were frozen but I was able to stare upward at Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode leaning over me. They were so dead. "Sorry, Draco," said Parkinson, as if she'd just taken the last toffee or something. "But we really couldn't let you go on and wreck the place. And for what? Potter?"

She was worse than dead. I would kill her, find a way to bring her back to life, only so I could kill her all over again.

"I mean," she went on. More faces appeared leaning over me and staring like I was something in a zoo. "Getting this upset over a Gryffindor? Never shit where you eat, Draco. Instead of destroying your common room why not work out a way to get some revenge? Have you forgotten how to be a Slytherin, for Salazar's sake?"

Hmm. She had a point. She was still dead, but she had a point. I think she could see the change in my eyes, because she stepped back out of my eyesight and said, "Finite Incantatum!"

I stirred, feeling my limbs respond to me again. Slowly, stiffly, I rose to my feet, scowling deeply at her. Her wand was still aimed at me. Several wands, I noticed out of the corner of my eye. "Just what did you have in mind, Parkinson?"

* * *

It was a good plan. Nice and nasty. They wouldn't know what hit them. Except.

The next morning at breakfast I watched as Harry and the others slumped into the Hall. I did have myself a good wank after all the mayhem last night, but it certainly wasn't the same as I was expecting...what I wanted.

And Harry never once looked up at me. What's all that about?

I cornered him before our first class and dragged him into an empty classroom. "Hey, Potter. What gives? Why the cold shoulder?"

He glowered at me and moved to leave. "You know why."

"No, I don't. Oh, you mean Weasley and Granger? That? Forget it. I'm sure they have." I reached for him. I desperately needed a kiss. But he pushed me back.

"Draco," he sighed. "I don't really think this is going to work."

My heart gave a lurch. "What? Not this again. I thought you loved me."

"And I thought you loved me. But you aren't willing to make even the tiniest concessions."

"What about you? You don't make any concessions for me!"

"What sort of concessions do you want?"

Er...good question. I folded my arms over my chest. "That's not really the point, is it."

"The point is you don't seem to know me at all and you aren't willing to learn."

I felt that panicky thing rise in my chest, constricting my throat. I dropped all pretense. "Yes I am, Harry. Really. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'm clueless at this sort of thing. You know that." Please don't stop loving me. I couldn't bear it. Please, please, please...

He eyed me with a scowl. Stop scowling, dammit! It scares me.

Finally that scowl relaxed. He lowered his eyes to the floor. "I really love you, Draco-" Oh! Heaven! "But it's very hard. My friends are very important to me. They've always stood beside me, risking their lives. I can't afford to ignore their feelings when a mad Dark Wizard is trying to kill me."

Okay. He had a very good point. Always forgot about the Voldemort issue. I suppose it was never very far from Harry's thoughts. I studied his face. Besides that scar he had a worry line parting his forehead from the hairline almost down to the nose guard of his glasses. That was new. I know we were both worried about the summer to come. Harry had to go to those ghastly Muggles for a bit and then he was going to return to Hogwarts. I, on the other hand, was stuck at Hogwarts hiding out from You-Know-Who. I guess that madman wasn't very far from all our thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Harry," I whispered. "Do you want me to make friends with them? Is that what you want?" Could I do that? Was it even possible? What if I screwed it up? Would it be me and Harry alone at Hogwarts but unable to touch one another? I shivered at the thought.

"Yes. That's what I want." He stepped up to me. And then. He raised his arms and cupped my face. Oh! I was nearly faint with the touch of his hands alone. He looked me in the eye very close to my face. I could feel his breath on my lips. Oh my God. Please kiss me. Please.

His eyes continued to study mine when he leaned closer, closer...ah! His lips caressed mine in the gentlest of touches. They were warm and soft. He rested them there, doing nothing more and I stood frozen, afraid if I made one move, one gesture, he'd be frightened off. I held my breath. His mouth gradually added pressure to mine and then I felt it. His tongue probed my closed lips and pushed past them and that's when the kiss deepened. Harry's hands left my face and encircled my neck, drawing me against him. I melted, sinking into the warmth that was Harry Potter's embrace and I opened my mouth to welcome his kiss. He kissed me thoroughly, mashing my lips and slathering that tongue across my pallet and teeth. God how I love him! I moaned into his mouth, enjoying this intimacy, this love. He continued rubbing his mouth against mine until neither of us could breathe, even though we were both huffing and puffing through our noses.

He drew back to look at me. I felt bereft without his mouth glued to mine. "I love you, Draco," he said softly. His arms were still around my neck. Our pelvises were still plastered together, twin erections pushing at the other. "I love you."

"Oh Harry," I squeaked. I felt a sting at my eyes. Was I going to cry?

He looked at me a long time before a sweet smile drew up his lips. "I want us to be together," he said. "I want it more than anything, Draco. So you've got to try. Okay?"

I nodded. Tears were threatening to fall. I couldn't really say anything at that point. Isn't very manly weeping all over one's boyfriend, now is it?

But when Harry left me, I realized that the Plan was going forward and if I didn't do something, I was going to lose Harry for good. Damn!

I rushed from the classroom and headed for Transfigurations. I stuck my head in there just as Harry was settling down, looking around for Granger and Weasley-who weren't bloody there! Shit! The Plan!

I pulled out of the archway and raced down the corridor. We had hatched a plan to lure them out into the Forbidden Forest to the nest of Acromantulas, thinking that they were rescuing Harry. Either they'd get killed, maimed, or just in trouble for being in the forest. Win/win all around.

Except that Harry would kill me. And then break up with me. Couldn't have either.

So I pulled my wand out as I ran and plunged into the damned forest.

I knew vaguely where those Acromantualas were and I didn't want to get stuck nearly falling into that trap myself, so I lit my wand tip with a Lumos and tried to see if I could find a sign of them. That clumsy ginger-haired oaf probably left a trail a mile wide but I couldn't find any trace of it.

It was getter darker the farther I got into the woods and I began to worry. The air felt heavy and I kept looking over my shoulder certain I was being watched. Brilliant plan, Draco. Why did I let Parkinson talk me into it? I certainly am clueless, at least where Harry Potter is concerned.

Where were those damned Gryffindors? Didn't get themselves killed right off, did they? Wouldn't that be just like them? Dying just for spite. Ruining my chance with Harry.

"Weasley! Granger! Come out at once. It isn't true. Harry's safe in class!" I listened. All I could hear was the wind in the trees, the creak of a branch...and a low growl somewhere in the brambles. Shit. I turned my body with my wand to face the sound. What the hell was that? "Granger! Weasely! Dammit! I'm warning you. Come out now!"

The growl from the thicket grew louder and the bushes rustled. I stared at it transfixed, my heart frozen. My voice grew softer. "Greasley? Wanger?" My wand hand shook.

Something large and black suddenly leapt from the undergrowth. I screamed. There was a flash of light and someone yelled, "Stupify!" The large creature fell, crashing to the ground, stunned. I stared at it, unsure what it was. My knees were literally knocking. It took me a minute to look up at my savior...Potter, of course. He bloody well does have a "saving thing"!

"You okay, Malfoy?"

Couldn't speak for a second. The whole thing took the wind right out of me. And there was Harry, looking all macho in that stance with his wand out and protecting me and all. I felt a little weak-kneed but it wasn't because of the animal. "Yeah. 'M'fine."

He lowered his wand and grabbed my elbow. "We'd best get out of here before he wakes up."

"What is that?"

Harry glanced at it over his shoulder as we both made a hasty retreat. "Not sure. Looks like something Hagrid brought home once."

"That oaf is a complete menace! He should be locked up!"

Once we'd gotten free of the forest's shadows Harry spun me around. "He's not the only menace. Hermione and Ron weren't stupid enough to fall for any Slytherin tricks. She was able to spell the note to see who wrote it. She and Ron went straight to McGonagall who went straight to Dumbledore. I'm sure a little surprise awaits the Slytherins tonight. Probably not one point left." He was breathing hard. I could tell he was pretty angry. "You think it's funny trying to get someone killed?"

"You will note, however," I said to him in a shaky voice, "that I was going in search of them. I was trying to warn them."

Harry let my arm go and looked at the ground. He hadn't put his wand away. Was he planning on hexing me? Why not? If he broke up with me this time, I might as well get A.K.d. I wouldn't care what happened to me. Couldn't he see? I was doing my best. It's not easy. Granger and Weasley are such easy targets. Okay, so maybe Hermione is too smart to fall for dirty tricks, but I bet Ron would have fallen hook, line, and sinker.

Did I just call them Ron and Hermione?

Harry's gaze rose to mine. Please don't break up with me. Pleasepleasepleaseplease...

"I'll give you that." Thank you! "But this does sound a bit like something you would come up with. I don't know, Malfoy. We just might be too different if getting someone killed is your idea of a prank."

"Er..." Was that a rhetorical question? "Okay. I will tell you the complete truth." Would I? Worth a crack. My voice sounded strained. I was a little panicky. "Okay. Maybe...maybe it might have been a teensy bit my idea...but Parkinson ran with it. She and Flint and the others all arranged it. She wrote the note. And then I remembered what you said and I decided to rescue them."

He smirked. He actually smirked. At me. The King of Smirkers. "Nice rescue, Malfoy."

I kicked at the grass. "So it didn't come off as planned." I could feel my face blush. Did he have to be better at everything? "The point is, I went in there by myself to get them. Risking life and limb. That's worth something, isn't it?"

His smirk turned to a smile. "Yes. Actually, it's worth a lot. That was very brave of you, Draco."

I straightened my robe. "Yeah. It was."

Then he sort of looked embarrassed. "I guess it reminds me of something stupid my godfather did. He was luring someone into a trap, too, and it could have been very bad if my dad hadn't stepped in." I waited for him to tell me more details, but it didn't look as if he was going to. But okay. Maybe he could now understand that we're different but we can still work. I mean, he and his godfather got along, didn't they? "I tell you what," he said. "Why don't we meet by the lake for lunch today. All of us. You, me, Hermione, and Ron. And if you can be civilized maybe we'll get together tonight."

I frowned. "So what is this? A little test? I do exactly all you say, be a nice trained house elf, and I get to be with the Famous Harry Potter?"

"Don't call me that."

"I'll call you what I bloody well like. Why do I have to do everything you say? That's pretty one-sided, Potter."

He scanned the dark edges of the forest, thinking. Dammit all, the Malfoy name has got to count for something!

He nodded and looked at me with soft eyes. "You're right. It isn't really fair. But certain things have got to be. I've got a Dark Lord after me and I need my friends. I can't worry about what dirty tricks you're going to get up to. I'm sorry if it seems a little one-sided but I'm fighting for my life here."

Well, if you put it that way...

I moved closer to him and took him gently in my arms. "I want to fight for that life, too, you know. I...I love you, Harry. I really do. I'll join you for lunch and I'll be a good boy."

He pressed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. I inhaled his scent. It was soap, and sweat, and Harry. "I'll try to do what you want, too, okay? I'm just not sure what that is."

"I think you do know what that is."

"What? Oh." He blushed. My eyesight filled with blushing Harry skin. I wanted badly to lick it. He raised his face and kissed me. Why is it I become a flobberworm when Harry kisses me?

We returned to classes and I shrugged off the advances of Pansy and the other Slytherins. I realized I was alienating myself from my own house, but I didn't care. Harry was all that mattered. My being with him. If they couldn't see that then to hell with them.

It was noon. I went to the Great Hall-ignored the Slytherins calling to me-got my lunch, and trudged out to the lawn by the lake. Just what I wanted to do. A picnic with Gryffindors. They'd never let me live that down in Slytherin. I hoped no one saw me.

There they were. Harry was laughing and talking with the Weasel-no. Must stop calling him that (even though he is one). Weasley. And Granger. Hermione, I guess. Was I really going to let a Mudblood call me 'Draco'? I would if I wanted a shag. And I did.

I plastered a pleasant smile on my face and approached. Weasley saw me first and stood up. "What's he doing here?"

Harry turned and his smiling face broke into a wider grin. I stumbled looking at it, recovered, and sat down. "I'm joining you, Weasley. We're all going to have a nice, civilized picnic together. Aren't we, Harry?"

Harry said nothing. He bit into his sandwich and watched Ron. He didn't sit down but I ignored him and laid out my sandwich and pumpkin juice on a handkerchief. Really. Didn't they even bother to conjure a blanket or something? Eating on the grass like a bunch of peasants.

"Enjoying your lunch, Hermione?" I said in my pleasantest manner.

"What are you up to, Malfoy?"

I sighed. "You see, Harry. Every time I try to be nice, they treat me like this. Gives a bloke a complex."

Harry snickered. "He is trying to be nice. Sit down, Ron. I invited him. I want us all to get along. If he's to be my boyfriend-and I would like him to be-you've all got to manage to be together."

Hermione put her nose in the air and bit smartly on the corner of her sandwich. "Well, we can be civilized. Sit down, Ronald."

"I don't want to sit down with him."

"Please, Ron," said Harry.

Ron glared at me and sat hard. I hope it hurt. He grabbed his sandwich and bit at it viciously. A Weasley and manners. Well, those were two things one couldn't expect to go together.

We ate silently for the most part, both Ron and Hermione staring at me expecting me to hex them all any second. How I wanted to! But my wand was tucked way inside my robe so it wouldn't tempt me. Finally, I couldn't stand the tense silence anymore and when I'd brushed the crumbs from my shirt, I turned to Hermione, smiled, and asked, "How are you finding Charms these days. My thought is that Flitwick is holding back. Don't you agree that we should be learning more complicated spells?"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry and Ron freeze. Harry had his pumpkin juice halfway to his mouth and it just stopped. Weasley looked the proper git with his jaw hanging slack.

I looked at all of them. "Well? Don't you think so, Hermione?"

She recovered and cleared her throat. "Well...er...now that you mention it, I do rather think he's holding back. I wonder if he's keeping to a strict curriculum or if the Ministry is making new rules behind our backs."

"That's what I was wondering. Ron?" I turned to him. I do think this was the first time I said his given name aloud. He stared at me, his mouth hanging agog like a carp. I resisted the urge to conjure a rod and reel.

"W-yeah?"

"What do you think?"

"About what?"

He really wasn't making this any easier. I turned to Harry before I said something I regretted. "Do you think you're getting all you can out of Charms?"

He drank his pumpkin juice all in one go and set the glass down. "Well, truth be told, no. I could use more lessons in just about everything. Except Potions. I've got my fill of those."

I laughed politely. "No doubt." I turned to Ron. I couldn't resist asking, "Still thinking?"

Ron still said nothing. No loss there.

But then Hermione made a comment and then Harry made a comment on her comment and before I knew it, I was actually having a conversation with Gryffindors. And it wasn't too bad. Since Weasley failed to join in on it. I guess Hermione does know a few things. She's alright when she's not being annoying. As long as I didn't have to spend too much time with her.

And Weasely...well. He was like Harry's big, sloppy dog. One had to put up with it, smack it on the nose occasionally with a rolled up newspaper, let it out when it scratches, and then tolerate its romping about in front of you.

At least it wasn't sniffing at my crotch.

Lunch was finally over and we all had to return to class. Harry stayed back and let his friends go ahead of him. He gave me a sweet smile. "That went very nicely, Draco. Thank you for being so polite."

"Gawd, Harry. It was torture!"

"But you'll get better at it, won't you? They weren't that bad."

I sighed elaborately. "I guess not."

"So." He shifted around, making sure no one was looking our way before he planted a kiss to my cheek. He draped his arm over my shoulder. "Do you want to meet me tonight in the Shrieking Shack? I believe we still have a special date."

Did I? Let me think. If I can just keep my trousers from exploding today I'll be all right.

I kissed his cheek near his mouth. "What time?" I whispered.

* * *

I couldn't stand it. Think I had a hard-on all day. I was twitchy to say the least. Couldn't sit still for any of my classes. Night came and I was still twitchy. Had to answer all those questions the Slytherins put to me about why I'd let the skrewt out of the bag. Couldn't they understand? Didn't they see? A. SHAG. Was. At. Stake! Gods! Am I the only one who pays attention to his libido?

It was finally time to meet Harry but we didn't go to the Whomping Willow as usual. He told me to meet him on the fifth floor corridor and stand next to a statue of a hump-backed witch. Harry finally came along and whipped off his Invisibility Cloak. "Hi," he said.

"Hi, yourself. What are we doing here?"

"Watch and learn, Mr. Malfoy." He raised his wand and intoned, "Dissendium!" The statue flew aside leaving a dark passage.

I gasped. He was as sneaky as a Slytherin. I was so hard!

We slipped into the passage and walked a good long way. It was dry, at least, and not too cold. When we got to the end of the passage, Harry motioned me to silence and he raised his hands to the low ceiling and lifted something. A trap door?

We were in someone's cellar and I wanted to ask but he motioned me again. I followed as silently as I could and we went up the stairs. And then it was obvious where we were. I rubbed my hands together at the sight of all those Honeyduke's sweets for the taking, but Harry put his hand on my arm and shook his head.

What? And pass up this chance?

But he was stern about it and frowned at me. And wasn't I about to get something far better than a sweet anyway?

He aimed his wand at the door and whispered, "Alohomora!" The door snicked open and Harry was about to pull it when I noticed the bell above the door. I whipped out my wand, aimed it, and whispered a harsh, "Silencio!"

He looked at me and grinned sheepishly, mouthing, "Oops!"

Cat burglar he was not.

We walked the quiet and empty streets of Hogsmeade, marveling at how vacant it seemed in the dead of night. It only then occurred to me about werewolves and I snatched a look at the sky. The moon was a crescent. Thank Merlin!

We walked hand in hand up the lane to the Shrieking Shack where we ducked inside and climbed the stairs to our "love nest". Harry lit the candles with a Lumos and he turned to look at me.

I could tell he'd cleaned the place again and the bed-that wide four-poster-had clean linens. My breath caught.

He raised his arms and I fell into his embrace. He kissed me, lips all over mine, tongues entwining. Mmm. I loved kissing Harry. I felt him petting my hair and rubbing my shoulders. I drew back and looked at him. The candlelight reflected off his glasses, but I could still see his eyes. "Harry," I said, breathlessly.

"Shall we get undressed?" he asked, voice trembling slightly.

I was as hard as could be. My cock was straining against my trousers. I nodded, and we both began unbuttoning our shirts. Harry tore off his first and toed off his shoes while reaching for his belt.

I was ahead of him there, even slipping a finger into my sock cuffs and slipping each off. I planned on being completely starkers and I certainly wasn't going to allow Harry any clothes either.

In our bare feet, we worked on the zips of our trousers, slipping them down at almost the same time. And at the same time we stood there facing one another in nothing but our smalls.

I was looking at the appetizing bulge in his as I'm sure he was sizing up mine. "On the count of three," he said. "One...two...three!"

We both grabbed the waistbands of our underpants and pushed them down. We stepped out of them and looked. Gawked. Stared. Drooled.

Oh. My. God.

Potter's dick was gorgeous. His was tall, erect, thick, and red. It stood up over a dark forest of curled hair and his bollocks were a neat package with dark fuzz like two apricots. He was looking at mine. I have a rather appealing penis, if I do say so myself. It's a good handhold, long enough, and was standing up to my belly at the moment. My pubes are as blond as my hair-collar and cuffs a perfect match. I've got hefty bollocks, pink like a rabbit's ear and just as soft. I wanted Harry to sample them. But quite frankly, I didn't have the first idea how to begin all this.

I reached a hand forward and ran my fingertips over his chest, raking a nail across a small dark nipple. Harry moaned as the nipple crinkled to a hard nub. He reached for me, but we ended up embracing-and oh! All that naked Harry flesh against mine and that cock of his rubbing on Malfoy junior. I pushed my pelvis into his and we just rubbed for a moment, relishing the delicious sensation. We left trails of pre-cum on one another-the thought of which almost made me come on the spot.

But I wanted to hold out. I knew this was going to be good. I ran a tongue down Harry's neck and nipped it a little before planting my lips and sucking. He moaned again, a long exhale of breath. "Draco!"

I loved my name on his lips. "Harry. Would you...would you..." I breathed into his neck, trying to give voice to my deepest desires. "I want you inside me. Do you want to be?"

He pulled back and his green eyes were aflame. "Yes!" He kissed me so powerfully, I nearly fell backwards. His hands held my head. As if I'd want to get away!

I licked his ear when he released me. "So how do we-?"

Harry glanced at the bed. "Let's get on the bed," he said. Excellent idea. Brilliant. I was on the mattress in no time. My only clue at this point was that I should be on my knees or something. Arse high. Best advantage. I positioned myself accordingly and I heard Harry gasp behind me. I turned over my shoulder to look. He was staring at me, a gobsmacked expression on his face. Sweet.

"You don't know what you do to me right now, looking like that," he said. He was holding on to his penis hard, probably trying to hold back, too. Gosh. I knew the Malfoy bottom was beautiful, but I didn't know it would be worshipped-as well it should!

I felt the bed dip as Harry made his way forward. I was on all fours and looking over my shoulder at him. He lifted his hands and caressed my bottom, running his palms over those globes and squeezing. Oh, that felt go-o-od. Then his lips bestowed the gentlest of kisses on each one. But soon those kisses came on faster, and turned to little timid licks, and then long lapping as he became bolder. I couldn't help writhing into it. Harry's tongue. Doing such things to me. I couldn't imagine it getting better. And then it did. Very timidly, I felt him snuffling along my crack. A small lick landed at the base of my spine. I froze. Tenderly, his thumbs dipped into my cleft and opened me wide. My arse was completely exposed to him and I felt his breath there! And then! And THEN! His warm, moist tongue made a soft lick right across my arsehole. I lowered my head and screamed into the pillow. I opened my legs wider and Harry, still forcing my cheeks open, licked me more. His tongue was now jabbing into that tight furl and it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. It trilled down my body straight to my balls, that amazing feeling. I couldn't keep still. My arse was high in the air now and I swayed it from side to side, keening into the pillow.

Harry's licking dropped lower until his tongue swathed the back of my balls. My hips gave an involuntary buck at that. His tongue was then replaced by his hand. He gently cupped my balls and just lifted them slightly, letting them roll over his palm. He skidded his hand over them, just over the light hairs, and I moaned so loudly I was afraid we'd wake Hogsmeade. His hand traveled under me and grasped my dick. He tugged hard on it and I bucked my hips again. He felt my cock thoroughly, his ring of fingers sliding up my shaft until they closed on the taut head. He twisted his fingers over the glans and I felt him spread a bead of my pre-cum over it and down the shaft. He repeated it and I nearly bit my tongue off. "Harry!" I wailed. I didn't want to come yet but it didn't seem as if I was going to last either.

"It's okay to come, Draco," said the voice of Mr. Experience. "You'll come again tonight. Lots of times."

And with that-and with his hand squeezing my dick-I came with a burst of fluid onto the duvet below me. I pumped my hips and thrust into his hand until it had all jetted free.

To come from someone else's hand-!

I kept my position-head down, arse in the air-because I knew Harry wasn't done with me. I basked in the afterglow, wiggling my rump at him and enticing him to more of what he was doing earlier. I'd be happy to feel Harry's tongue all night if he wanted to give it.

And there it was. That playful tongue, toying with my hole. But he pulled away and kissed the back of my neck. "I've got to get the lube. It's in my trousers." He got off the bed and I lazily dropped down into my own cum, my pubes messing about in it. I looked over my shoulder at what Harry was doing. Starkers, he rummaged in his trousers till he picked up a vial of something. Good thing he thought of that. It wasn't on my mind. And my mind at the moment was definitely elsewhere.

Harry returned and ran his hand over my arse and up my back. He began raining kisses on me everywhere. "You have such beautiful skin, Draco," he murmured, lips tickling my backside. "And it was really hot making you come. I want to do that again."

"Mmmbbbrnrn," I said. Haven't the foggiest what I meant to say.

He kept kissing and stroking me. I was lying prone on the mattress, my eyes closed, just feeling the wonderful sensations of Harry's hands and lips on me. He was spreading my legs. I noticed my cock sit up and take notice. Well, it was mashed between me and the mattress and it was making itself known. I guess he was right about my coming more than once tonight.

"Um...Draco. Could you help?"

"Yes, my wonderful, wonderful Harry," I murmured. He heard it that time. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Oh. Feeling good, are you?"

"Mmm mmm."

"But I need you to...you know. Open up a little."

I tried to accommodate and raised my arse up whilst spreading my legs, sort of frog-like. Harry made a yummy sound and I jerked up as the lube trickled down my crack. It was bloody cold.

"Sorry," he said, probably just realizing that.

He played at my hole with a finger and it felt so marvelous that I raised my buttocks into it. "Draco," he muttered, finding my hole again with his finger and slipping it in. Hmm. That was an odd feeling. But in a good and very naughty way. I wriggled to show my pleasure. Potter knew when he had me. He dug that finger in deeper and began to probe and explore. Damned if I knew what he was looking f- OH SHIT! OH FUCKING HOLY MERLIN'S EVER-LOVING BOLLOCKS ON A STICK!

What in holy hell was that?

"Ah," said Harry with a smile in his voice. "Found it."

I writhed. "Found w-what?"

He leaned over me and licked my ear before he whispered into it-tingling the skin-"Your prostate. I read about that. It's supposed to feel incredible."

"It does, it does, it does...." I was a blubbering mess. He kept touching that something inside of me and I kept right on writhing.

"I've heard," said Harry gently, "that if one's cock keeps hitting it, it can be just as good for the...um...bottom as it is for the top."

"Bottom. Top. What on earth are you talking about?"

"Never mind, Draco. Let me just get lined up...."

I felt his finger leave but there were other fingers and something large and blunt pushing at my hole. I knew at once it was Harry's cock and I knew that I wanted it so badly. I pushed back and he pushed forward but it kept slipping away.

Harry probed with his dick for a few minutes until I heard him sigh in exasperation.

"What's the problem, Potter?"

"It won't go in!"

I turned to look at him. "Are you sure you're doing it right?"

"It isn't brain surgery, Malfoy. I aim my dick at your hole, push, and go in. But it won't. You're too small."

I reached around and felt my sluiced up crack. I stuck a finger in and I'll be damned if the digit didn't feel like it was five inches wide. He had a point. "We'll just have to keep trying."

"I can't lube myself anymore. I'll...come."

I smiled at him and stared at his dick. It occurred to me that I hadn't yet touched it. I twisted around and reached for it, running my fingertips up the side of it. Harry bucked into me. "Draco, don't!"

"Why? You'll come lots tonight, Potter."

He smiled wickedly at me. "Oh yes I will. Maybe all over your face, Malfoy."

Oh God. My dick stiffened at that. "I'd like to see you try."

He maneuvered himself closer to me. "You would, would you? I consider that a challenge, you know."

I slid over and positioned myself with my face mere inches from that straining cock he was grasping in his fist. I moved another inch, stuck out my tongue, and licked it. He jerked back. "Oh! Draco!"

"Mmm. Harry Potter cock is very tasty. I'd like to try that again."

"Draco. I swear to you. I'm going to come if you do that."

"And you wanted to come all over my face. Seems like we're all in the right place for it." I leapt forward and nabbed the tip of his prick between my lips and sucked. He cried out and I snapped back. He held his cock and I saw it throb and unload its creamy goodness, shooting strings of it toward me. I felt some of it hit my cheek and my lips. I immediately licked it, tasting that warm, salty release. Harry Potter's spunk. I watched Harry's face as I did it and he saw me lick it. His face registered his arousal and he seemed to pump out more with another cry torn from his throat. Some hit my forehead and more pelted my cheek. It was a brilliant feeling. My own cock was hard with the thought of it.

Harry finally milked his cock empty and he fell to his back, his knees still spread wide and upraised. It gave me a fascinating view of his balls and arse. I climbed up his body, lying between his legs and kissed his mouth with my cum-soaked lips. He eagerly licked it clean and then he licked my cheek, cleaning me of his spunk. I was never so turned on in my life. There we were, starkers and slithering all over each other's bodies, with our cum mingling between us. This was so brilliant!

I wiped the rest of his cum off with the duvet and smiled at my lover (my lover!) with my chin resting on his abdomen. "We're being very naughty, Harry."

"Yes, we are. But I still haven't shagged you yet. And I really want to."

"Let's let Harry junior get a head of steam and we'll try ag-"

"'Harry junior'?"

"Well. What do you call it?"

He laughed. "I call it my cock. What do you call yours?"

"Malfoy junior."

He literally rolled across the mattress with laughter. I sat up and crossed my arms over my naked chest. "What is so bleeding funny?"

"You call your cock 'Malfoy junior'?"

"Relax, Potter. It's perfectly natural. Boys play with their dicks from a very early age and they sometimes name them. Get over yourself."

He couldn't stop giggling. Now I was sorry I said anything.

"Oh my. I think I've broken something."

"Serves you right," I said indignantly. Honestly. Get a life, Gryffindor.

"I just think...I just think...." He took a deep breath and grinned at me. "That's adorable. You are adorable. I love you." He leaned over and gave me a noisy, smacking kiss.

"Yeah. All right." So I was embarrassed. He didn't have to rub it in, though I could tell he was being sweet about it. I kissed him again. I still had a stiffy and wondered what we were to do about it.

He looked right at it, at my cock. His smile faded. "I should like to suck that, if it's all right."

Let me think. YES.

He looked up at me through his messy fringe of hair and slid forward. He kissed the side of my dick at the base. Once. Twice. And then he opened his red mouth and wrapped his lips over the side of it as if he were sucking on an ear of maize. He lapped at it, even ran the edges of his teeth on it. I was completely dying. Dying! It felt so...so...insanely good. He licked in long strokes up the underside to the ridge of the head and then his tongue did a little tap dance around that ridge until he covered the head with his lips and sucked gently.

Not going to last... Not going to last...

He sucked more of it into his mouth and my hips rose off the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged my groin to his face. The whole damned thing was in his mouth. I could feel my cock nudge his throat...and then he sucked with all his might and it sucked the orgasm right out of me. I inhaled sharply and spilled myself into that luscious mouth that continued to suck and lick as my cum filled that moist space. I thrust and thrust-it felt so good-until I had nothing left to give and I sagged back.

Harry wrapped himself around me and kissed the corner of my mouth. It was the first time I tasted myself. "Oh Draco! That was brilliant! I never did that before but it was so easy to eat you. You tasted marvelous."

Obviously the chatty type. I, however, was floating away on a blissful cloud.

"Did you see how I got all of you in my mouth? I thought I would choke but I didn't. I just opened my throat and took it in. And you have a rather good-sized prick, too, I don't mind saying..."

"Harry. Love. Dozing."

"Oh. But I'm getting hard again. When I'm ready, shall we try again?"

Amazing what the prospect of a shag can do for a sleepyhead. I bolted up immediately. "How hard are you?" I looked down at his slick cock. It was rising all right.

"Not hard enough yet, but give me a moment."

I looked up at his face and suddenly smiled. He grinned back. This was really great. Really. I leaned in and he did, too, and we were kissing again. "Harry, this is the best time I've ever had."

"Me, too. I really love you. It's nice to love someone and have them love me back."

"Don't be a git. Everyone loves you."

He looked at me oddly and straightened his glasses which had been knock askew from our kissing. "No they don't."

"Of course they do. Dumbledore and McGonagall, and your Gryffindor friends, and...well. Everyone."

He was actually considering this. Perhaps he was thinking of those Muggles who raised him. "Those Muggles don't count," I told him. He looked up smartly. "They don't. They don't know who you really are and they don't care. They don't count."

A small smile crept over his face. "I guess I always thought that, but it's hard to really believe it. I mean, I was told what an idiot I was all my life."

I took him in my arms-marveling again how truly spectacular it was to be starkers with someone-and rocked him a bit. "Don't even think about it. You're mine now. I'll take care of you."

He looked at me with a peculiar expression. "I'm 'yours'?"

I adjusted my hold of him, squeezing tighter protectively. "Yes. You're mine. All mine. I love you. I know how to show my appreciation. I'll never let you feel like an idiot-unless you're really being one."

He chuckled. "Okay. I'm yours, then. Does that make you mine as well?"

I sank against him. I was so his. "Yes," I answered without a waver to my voice. "I belong to you exclusively. Property of Harry Potter."

"You're not my property."

"I say I am. I don't want to do anything for anyone else. That makes me yours."

"You're not a house elf or anything. I don't want a slave, Draco. Just an equal."

"Then I'm your equal, I guess."

He squeezed me back. "I like that much better." And he kissed my cheek. He reached down and nuzzled my neck, his sweet breath steaming my skin. "I'm ready to give it a go if you are," he said, and I stiffened instantly and not just my prick. Nerve-wracking, this shagging business.

"Okay," I said.

I was ready to turn over, but he laid me out on my back and just held me, looking down my body. He shook his head with a delicious smile on his face. He licked his lips. "You are one gorgeous hunk of male," he breathed.

I gasped. Harry looking at me like that! I could come from that alone. He took off his glasses and set them aside. And then he bent over my chest and began kissing it, soft kisses over my pecs and then on my nipples, which he pressed his lips over, licking then and sucking gently. The feeling went straight to my dick. I arched into him and he grasped my flanks in his warm hands, thumbs caressing my rib cage. Oh if he only knew. I was so Harry's slave. I wouldn't admit it if that's what he wanted. But I wasn't his equal. Never was. I could never beat Harry Potter. At anything. Why try? He was better at Quidditch, at magic, at friends, at popularity, at...everything. I can admit it now. But there was one thing he would always lack, always need. Me. Someone to completely worship him. I don't mean those prats at the Prophet or that Creevy whelp. But honest-to-goodness hero worship with lips, tongue, and arse. I was Harry's sub. I wanted it badly. I wanted Harry to be above me, licking me, fucking me. That's where I belonged. Below Harry. Being fucked by Harry. And there was no embarrassment about it at all. Because I knew in my heart of hearts that I'd be the only one. Harry needed me. And I needed him.

"Fuck me, Harry," I whimpered as I writhed under his tongue. I didn't even realize I said it aloud. Harry stopped and looked down at me. I looked up at him with moist eyes. "Fuck me, Harry. Fill me. I belong to you."

That aroused him. I knew it would. His eyes got all glazed and he sat up. He looked me over hastily-like a wolf wondering where the first bite should be-and he nudged my thighs apart with his knees. Face to face. We were going to do it face to face. I could barely breathe from excitement.

He pushed my legs wide apart and tucked his hands under my knees and lifted my legs to his shoulders. He reached for the lube and dumped a generous gob at my hole. His fingers were shaking when he rubbed my entrance and then his cock was there. He pushed but I could feel it slide away time and again. He made a frustrated sob and stared at me with those naked, green eyes.

"Maybe," I said, voice trembling, "you should prepare me first. You know. With your fingers. Open me up."

He nodded and looked down. His knuckles were scraping my balls in a most tantalizing way. He pushed a finger in as if he were hunting for loose change. I jerked back. "Easy, Potter. That's delicate stuff down there."

"Sorry," he said. He looked down, his teeth biting a lip as he worked that finger in and out. He stroked up and hit that wonderful spot again and my hips rose to take it. He smiled at his little success. "I can't wait to slide my cock against that."

"Me neither," I sighed lustily. "Better try two fingers now."

He nodded and slid a second digit in. That felt really full. But I'd have to take much more if his cock were to slide in. He pumped them and twisted, reeming me. That was something!

"More...fingers," I panted. My cock was as hard as a rock.

He inserted a third finger, and they twisted and pumped, widening my sore little hole. But I knew before this night was over it was going to be very sore indeed.

"I think...I'm ready," I said.

Harry looked at my eyes and slowly slipped his fingers free. His cock was at my entrance immediately and he pushed. His cockhead sunk inside me. Success! I could see the light in his face.

It hurt like hell. "Geez! Fucking hurts," I said. And Harry looked as if he would pull out again. Not after all that work. "No. Stay in. Just...go in easy, okay. Slowly."

He nodded again, mouth agape. His face was flushed. His cock felt enormous. I couldn't wait for it to feel better.

He pushed in slowly, an inch at a time, stopping each time and waiting for me to nod for him to add more. It had been bad at first, but now that I was getting used to the feel of it and I was relaxing the muscle a bit, it felt better. "All the way, Harry," I said breathlessly. He looked at me with the tenderest expression before he slowly pushed until we were bollocks to bollocks.

It was completely indescribable. Harry Potter. All that Wizarding power, all that Harry buried deep inside of me. I felt a little helpless beneath him, but also...well. Grateful? Grateful that it was me, anyway. Are enemies and lovers really that far apart? What I felt was "right". That this was meant to be. That me, being under Harry with his cock in my arse was exactly the right place to be. I hope he felt it. Because there was no way I could have explained it then or even afterwards.

He looked down at me, grasping my thighs so tightly I was sure I'd be bruised. And I did feel like his equal then-poor bottom Draco. Because I knew he was feeling marvelous and I was doing it to him. Me. Only me. "Fuck me, Harry," I whispered. And he began.

He slid out and then slid back. He was slow at first, trying not to hurt me. It didn't matter to me! Yes, it still hurt from being stretched, but it was too amazing feeling all that hardness filling me. Harry and I shagging! So he started to thrust faster and deeper. I raised my hips into it a little. He began to make little grunting noises each time he thrust into me. Use me, Harry. Use me! Oh God. I'd never-bloody hell-I'd never felt anything to match this. Ride me! OH! He was hitting that spot-oh sweet, sweet spot-and I was going to come. Harry pounding away at me, Harry gripping my thighs, his dick inside, Harry massaging my prostate, balls spanking balls.

I came like a volcano. It spurted up to my chest and hit my chin. I have never come that hard. Never. And Harry felt it, because my arse muscles surely clamped down on his cock. In the haze I was in, I saw his eyes widen and he threw his head back and jutted his hips into me in short stabs and he came in one loud exhale that seemed to say "Draco!" Harry Potter came inside me, in my arse. And I was a puddle of complete mush.

We froze, petrified in the moment. The ultimate moment when Time and Space stopped. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were one.

When his thrusting stopped he waited and then slowly withdrew. Immediately, his cum trickled out of my arse and down my thigh. It was amazing. The proof of our coupling. I looked down at it. Some of the white was streaked with red. Yes, he must have torn something with that massive dick of his but I really didn't care. I still felt him in there. My arse was stretched and raw. It stung like the dickens but you'd hear no complaints from the Malfoy heir. Uh uh.

He flopped to his back beside me and gasped. I turned my head to look at him. His cheek was shiny from sweat. I scooted closer and licked it up, all the salty bits of it.

And then he turned to me, those green eyes. He smiled amidst his gasping. "Holy shit, Malfoy." My sentiments exactly. "That was...that was...."

I cuddled into him. My skin was tingling from my orgasm which was still glopped onto my skin in places, wet and getting cold. But I rubbed against him anyway, resting my head just under his chin. "Mmmm," I concurred. His arm went around me and clasped me to his side.

"You're mine," he whispered, and I knew I'd won. I won. I won Harry Potter. I had beaten him and I had lost to him. And the prize was Harry himself. Lucky Slytherin.

"Yesyesyesyesyes...."

He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me tight. "Mine," he said. Now he understood. I was his but we were equals. Come what may. Equals. "Mine," he said.

The End


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