Harry ran straight for the Gryffindor common room, but once he was inside he didn't know what to do. His eyes lit on various students and he knew in an instant that he couldn't stay. He ran out the portrait hole again, bumping Hermione.

"Harry? Harry, what's wrong?"

But he couldn't stop to explain. He kept running. He never in his life wished so much for Voldemort to appear. Then he would be dead and this debilitating humiliation would end.

He finally stopped when he reached the shores of the Black Lake. He leaned against a tree and gasped, but his sobs were making it difficult to breathe. Oh God. He'd never be able to lift his head in the school again once this got out. The things he did! The things he let Malfoy do to him!

Angry tears fell down his cheeks. What should he do? He was a Gryffindor and they were supposed to be brave, but this was too much. No girl would ever look at him. He could forget Cho Chang, that was for sure. He kicked hard at a stone and watched it sail into the depths of the lake. It was over. His school days were over. Was there a way he could learn magic at home? But the Dursleys. He couldn't go home. Hogwarts was his home. But it would soon become intolerable. "Well, Malfoy. You finally succeeded," he said to the sky, sniffing. "You finally made my life a living hell even more than Voldemort has."

"How has he done that, Harry?"

Harry whipped around and glared at Hermione. At least she was alone. "What are you doing here?" he asked savagely.

"I saw you running away. I knew that something was wrong and I couldn't just let you go."

"Why not?" He turned back to the lake and stared into its flickering depths. "It's no use."

"What is? Harry, whatever has happened, we'll help you through it. Ron and I."

"NO! You can't. You'll...hate me."

He felt her hand on his sleeve. "Harry, how could we ever possibly hate you?"

"You will when you hear. Everyone will hear."

"Harry...."

He sat wearily on a rock and dropped his head in his hands. "Oh Hermione. Oh my God." He shook his head. How was he to tell her? Well, better from him than the rumour mill that was soon to start up. "I don't know how he did it, but Malfoy gave me some sort of potion."

"Yes?" she asked when Harry paused too long. "And? What did it do?"

"I guess...it made me...gay. I guess."

She looked at him oddly. "Well...what's so wrong with that? I mean, so you found a few boys attractive-"

"No, Hermione, it was more than that. It made me...made me...act on it."

"Act on it?" But it had finally sunk in. She gasped and threw her hand over her mouth. "No! Harry!"

He nodded, mortified to be telling her. "All with Malfoy. Oh Hermione. The things I did to him. The things I let him do to me! I'll never live it down. My life is ruined. No one will ever let me forget it."

She put her arm around him. "Maybe...maybe it isn't so bad. Maybe everyone will understand. I mean, it was a potion. You had no choice."

"Do you really think that's what they'll say? Malfoy will play it up. He won't own up to any potion. He'll just say I did it willingly. And I did it with him!" He angrily swiped at the tears at his eyes. "Don't tell Ron. Not unless you absolutely have to."

"Of course not! But Harry. It's not your fault."

"It doesn't matter. Don't you see? It doesn't matter. I hate him so much!"

"Well we've got to get back at him, that's all."

"No, no. I just want it all to go away. He's won. He can have the school. He can be the most popular, the best Seeker if he wants. I quit."

"Not Quidditch! Harry, you love Quidditch."

"Not anymore. Can you imagine the things they'll say to me? And what if Malfoy gives me the potion again? What if he does it when Voldemort shows up? I'm a goner, Hermione. I'll try to get cozy with the Dark Lord. I...I can't live like this." The panic was rising in his chest. It was hard to breathe.

"Don't say that, Harry. I really think you should talk to someone. Dumbledore. Or maybe Madam Pomfrey."

"I'm not talking to anyone! It was hard enough telling you. I'll just...find some way to leave the school."

"That's ridiculous. I won't hear of it. Ron and I will stand by you. All of Gryffindor will. You'll see."

"Like they did when the Chamber of Secrets was opened? Like they did when I told them Voldemort was back? Maybe you have a short memory about these things, but I don't. I remember that the only person who stood by me was you. Not even Ron was there last year when he thought I put my name in the Goblet of Fire."

"Oh dear." She sank down next to him and squeezed him hard. It felt good. He rested his head on her shoulder. "We'll get through this, Harry. We will. But they'll be no more talk of leaving Hogwarts. It's not safe for you out there. We'll figure it out. I'm here."

It felt better. It did. He knew if anyone could, Hermione could help him. So why did it still feel as if the whole world were coming down on his head?

* * *

Draco lay on his bed, refusing to get up. What was he going to do about Harry? He'd fucked it up good, all right, when he didn't even know he cared. Harry hated him. Well, what did he expect? It was an abominably hateful thing he had done. Horrible, really. He had already destroyed the parchment he wrote the potion on and got rid of the rest of the potion. He'd never use it again, that was for sure. But what more could he do?

"Draco, are you getting up?" It was Goyle again. Why couldn't they just leave him alone?

"Go away!"

"What's wrong?"

"Just go the fuck away!"

Steps receded. Fine. They were gone. All of them. It had been days since the potion had worn off and he just wanted to hide behind his curtains and never leave them again. How could he face Harry? But how could he not? His heart ached just thinking about him. How the hell was he supposed to know he would fall in love with the boy?

"I have to make it up to him. I have to...have to...tell him how I feel. No, no, that's absolute idiocy. He hates me. And he's not gay." He sat up and stared at the end of the bed. "I'm doomed." And it felt as if the world were crashing down around him. Hopelessly in love. He had heard that term often enough. But it never had as much meaning before as it did now. This was a hopeless love. If Harry were straight, there was absolutely no hope.

Draco wiped the tears from his face. "What have I done? He hates me more than he ever did before. I've got to apologize to him."

Draco cast the curtains aside and hurriedly dressed. He pushed aside any Slytherins who tried to stop him from going above and he quickly entered the corridor. Where would Harry be? Gryffindor tower? If he was, Draco would never be able to talk to him there. He climbed the staircase and stopped at a window, glancing down at the scattered sunlight. Clouds ambled across the grey sky, only allowing occasional streaks of bleary sun. A patch of grass near the lake was illuminated for only a moment and Draco's attention diverted there. Two students who looked like Harry and Granger were standing there.

He rushed down the steps, praying the staircases wouldn't change, and then he shot out the front entrance. He hurled down the hill and slowed when he neared them. When he was a few yards away, he said softly, "Harry?"

Harry snapped his head toward Draco, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "What do you want? Haven't you done enough damage?"

All the life drained from Draco and his shoulders went limp. "H-Harry. I just wanted to say-"

"Get away from me, Malfoy," he said in a deadly voice.

"But Harry-"

Harry slowly rose to his feet. His wand was in his hand. "I said get away from me."

"But you don't understand," he panted, panic rising.

Harry's face scowled fiercely and he pointed his wand straight at Draco's chest. Draco whimpered, looking at it. This was it. Potter was going to hex him. Probably with an Unforgivable. And there was nothing Draco could do about it.

"Harry, no!" gasped Granger. "Don't!"

Harry's wand arm was so taut, so straight, that it began to tremble. He didn't blink, he didn't speak. His lip curled upward in a sneer of pure hatred.

Draco raised his chin. "Hex me if you want," he said hoarsely.

"I'm not going to hex you," said Harry. His voice grew quieter. "I'm going to kill you."

Draco swallowed. He didn't know what made him do it, but he took a step closer to the wand pointing at his heart. "Then...kill me."

Harry closed the gap and pressed his wand tip hard against Draco's breast. Draco closed his eyes. He didn't think of anything. His mind seemed to shut down. Perhaps it was resignation. Perhaps too much terror or shame. But he barely noticed when the pressure of that wand tip relaxed and was drawn away completely. It took a while to open his eyes. By the time he did, Harry wasn't there. Draco glanced over his shoulder and spied him receding up the hill and into the mist surrounding the castle.

Granger was still standing beside Draco, scowling at him.

"It was horrible what you did," she rasped. "Even for you."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She stepped up to him, glaring. Her hair whipped around her like a lion's mane. But there were tears of anger glistening in her eyes. "Too late. You've won, you know. You've got what you wanted. He won't try to get back at you. He won't try at all. He's broken. I hope you're satisfied."

Draco shook his head. "I might have wanted that once, but not anymore." His eyes took in the last vague shape of Harry before he disappeared under the entrance arch. "You don't understand. Harry doesn't understand. I'm not that person anymore."

"You've always been a vile little cockroach, Malfoy, and you always will be one."

"I was trying to apologize!"

"Why would you even want to?" She shook her head in disgust and stumped up the hill after Harry.

"Because...because I love him." The last word was broken by a sob. The mist was suddenly blurry from the tears filling his eyes.

Granger stopped. Slowly, her head turned. The scowl was still there but her eyes were tinged with a spark of uncertainty. "What did you say?"

"I don't know how it happened." He was sobbing openly now. His nose was clogged with snot and he was using his sleeve to wipe its dripping tip. "I guess...I guess I suddenly realized... who I am. I just didn't know. Yes, I did it to hurt him. I am everything you said. I know it. But I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." This was terrible. He was completely falling apart. In front of Granger! He wished now with all his heart that Harry had AK'd him.

Granger drew closer. "Did you say...you love him?"

Draco nodded. He wiped his robe sleeve across his nose again. "I do. The things we did. I just...I want more of it. I want us. But he hates me. He'll never even let me apologize."

Granger stood silently, her hair blowing about her face like flames. The only sound was the gusting wind and Draco's sobs. Finally, he felt Granger's hand on his shoulder. He shrunk from it, fearing a blow from her fist. "Malfoy. Are you really saying that you have feelings for Harry? That you're in love with him?"

"Yes," he whispered. "And I know it's hopeless. I know he doesn't like boys. But I just want him to know I'm sorry. Really sorry. And I'll never bother him again. That's all I want to tell him."

"Well...I mean. That's...Wow." She looked down at the rippling grass before glancing back up toward the castle. "I don't know what to say, Malfoy."

"Help me. Help me to tell him that I'm sorry."

She had a pained expression now and kept looking back at the castle. "I have to go and find him."

He grabbed her arm. He couldn't believe he was actually willingly touching a Mudblood. "Granger. H-Hermione. Won't you help me? You guys are Gryffindors. You're supposed to be brave. Are you brave enough to help a Slytherin?"

She looked down at his hand on her arm. Maybe she was thinking that Draco must be desperate to touch her. He let her go and lowered his face. "I'll do anything you ask. Anything. P-p-please."

Hermione stared at him long and hard. "I'll...think about it."

That was more than he ever expected. He sighed deeply. "Thank you."

When she left, she kept looking back at him until he couldn't see her anymore.

* * *

"I don't see why he won't talk to me about it, Hermione," said Ron. Harry supposed Ron thought he was being quiet about it, but it seemed the whole common room could hear them. At least Hermione was aware of that.

"Shush, Ron!" she whispered. "It's a personal problem that he feels more comfortable talking to a girl about. Do you want to talk about your feelings?"

Ron stammered. "N-no! I mean...if it's Harry I'd...well...."

Harry felt his friend's eyes on him. This was intolerable. But it had been a whole week since he'd last been with Malfoy and nobody seemed to know about them. Could it be true? Was Malfoy keeping it all to himself? And why would he do that? Just waiting for the right moment, no doubt. Like a Quidditch match or something.

Hermione sat beside him. He looked back over his shoulder and Ron was looking back at him uncomfortably before Ron literally grabbed Dean and pushed him into a chair to play wizard's chess with him.

"Jeez, Hermione," Harry grumbled. "Could you have made more of a show of it?"

"I'm sorry, but Ron can be persistent sometimes." Harry crossed his arms over his chest and stared into the fire. "But you've really got to snap out of it, Harry," she went on. "It isn't healthy to brood. I still think you should talk to a professional about it."

He glared at her. "A professional? Like a shrink, you mean?"

"Or at least a medi-witch."

He shook his head. "I'm not talking to anyone. Besides. I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to get back at him."

"I thought you weren't going to do that."

"Well, I've changed my mind, haven't I."

"Harry." She clutched his arm in hers. "Malfoy wants to apologize to you."

"Ha! Why would he want to do that?"

"Well, actually, I believe he has...feelings for you."

"He has feelings, all right. He hates me. And he showed me pretty well how much."

"No. He doesn't hate you. Not any more. He loves you, in fact. He said so."

"He loves me? That's disgusting!"

She lowered her face and clutched him tighter. "I can well see how you might think so. But I can see how it happened for him. He had this orientation all along but just didn't know it. Suppressed it or something. It isn't something a boy or girl likes to know about themselves, I suppose, especially when it's still sort of taboo."

Hermione could be too intellectual sometimes. It was really annoying. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about homosexuality," she rasped.

He shushed her and looked around. "What are you saying?" he whispered. "That I'm queer? Because I'm not!"

"No, I'm only saying that Draco has finally become aware of his orientation. Because he allowed himself to...to...participate in the potion's manifestations, he realized that he is gay. And that he is in love with you. And it makes sense. He's been obsessed with you for years."

"Obsessed? Is that what you call it?"

"Yes. Obsessed in the only way he could be. By hating you. Or thinking that's what it was."

"It sure felt like it." He began to squirm. This kind of talk made him uncomfortable. "Are you trying to excuse what he did?"

"No. I'm only trying to explain it. He's suffering now because now he knows what he felt wasn't hate but love. And now he knows that it will always be unrequited."

"Good! He deserves to suffer!"

"Haven't you been listening to me at all?"

"Yeah. You said Malfoy wants to apologize to me. And I'm going to let him. Tell him to meet me at the place at six tonight."

"'The place'?"

"He'll know where that is." Hermione frowned at him but he didn't care. He was forming a plan of revenge. And it would be sweet. If Draco was suffering now, just wait until six tonight!

* * *

Harry paced back and forth in the empty classroom. It gave him the creeps being in there again but he knew he had to push those feelings aside if he was to give Draco his comeuppance. And the git deserved every last bit of it. He'd made Harry's life a hell for the last five years. And this last bit was the worst of the lot. Who cared how he felt now? So he was in love with Harry. Good for him. Now he'd know how it felt to mess things up for someone. Harry couldn't even look at Cho anymore, thinking that he was somehow dirty, somehow unworthy of her. She was this teary goddess, the perpetual innocent. True, she still seemed to be mourning Cedric but she often looked at Harry with some kind of strange longing. It used to twist his gut a bit, but now he felt nothing. She would forever be unreachable now. And for that, Malfoy had to pay.

The door squeaked open and the pointed face of Draco Malfoy appeared at the jamb. The candlelight caught the sheen of his silky white hair and he came in all the way and closed the door. He leaned against the door for a moment before he crept closer. "Well?" he said. His voice was a bit shaky. He looked nervous. All the better.

"Come in, Malfoy. I hear you have something to say to me." Harry crossed his arms tightly over his chest and merely glared.

Malfoy swallowed hard. His grey eyes darted from one shadowy corner to the other. "Um...yeah. Actually, I wanted to apologize to you."

There was a pause. Harry snorted. "So? I'm waiting."

"Oh. Well. Har-Potter. I'm...I'm really, really sorry for giving you that potion. I'm sorry for letting it get out of hand. And I'm sorry for making you...uh...do it...with...me." He swallowed again.

"That's not how I hear it. I heard some rubbish that you're in love with me."

Draco blanched. He lowered his eyes and the grey irises were hidden behind snow-tipped lashes. "I...guess I am. I didn't know before. That I was-"

"Queer?" Harry smirked.

Draco looked up at him with a wince. "Er...yeah."

"Well isn't that pretty. Here you were all this time, more of a pansy than Parkinson and no one knew it. I suppose you've bragged to all your Slytherin friends by now that you shagged the Boy-Who-Lived?" He felt his face flush with heat at admitting it.

Draco rushed forward, hands out pleading. "But I didn't! I swear! I'll never tell anyone! Can't you understand! Why would I want to hurt you now?"

Harry shook his head, arms still folded over his chest. "That's terribly touching, I'm sure." He said nothing further and Malfoy just stared back at him. He seemed to grow more uncomfortable at the silence and drew back a bit. He sighed wearily.

"Are we even?" asked Malfoy quietly.

"I'll let you know when we're even. You have to make it up to me. Strip."

Malfoy's jaw dropped. "Wha-you mean-"

"I mean take off all your clothes."

Draco looked around at the empty classroom. "Right here? Right now?"

"Yep. Unless you'd like to do it in the corridor."

"No." He looked around again, at Harry's stance and at his arms tightly folded, and seemed to surrender something. He slowly unbuttoned his robe, peeled it over his shoulders, and carefully laid it aside on a desk. He reached for his tie and paused. "D-do you w-want all of it?"

"I want you starkers, Malfoy," he said in the coldest voice he could muster.

"O-okay," he muttered. His hands trembled as he reached for his tie again and pulled it shakily from his collar. His quivering fingers had a hard time unbuttoning his shirt but he managed it after a bit and pulled it free from his trousers to unbutton the last of it. He slid it off his shoulders and laid it with the tie on his robe.

His chest was pale and his two pink nipples were made smaller by the cold of the room. Harry smiled. This was going to be plenty uncomfortable for Malfoy.

Draco slid his hand up his arm to warm it. He was shivering. "How about a warming charm in here, Potter?"

"No, I don't think so."

Draco grimaced. But he said nothing as he lifted his foot to a chair and untied his left shoe. He pulled it off and began switching feet when Harry said, "Socks too."

"Socks too? But the floor is bloody cold!"

Harry shrugged.

Draco mumbled something but stuck his finger into the sock cuff and stripped it off, doing the same for the second one once his shoes were sitting side by side under the chair. His hands hadn't stopped trembling when he clumsily unbuckled his belt. He kept his eyes lowered when he undid the top button and pulled down the zip. But as he held open the fly to pull the trousers down, he paused again. "What are you going to do?" he asked, voice uncertain.

"You'll find out," said Harry with a smirk.

Draco swallowed again. "You're not going to...hurt me, are you?"

"Why would I do that? That would be cruel and humiliating, don't you think? Do you think anyone should do that to someone else?"

"All right, I get it!" he snarled. "But I don't fancy being hit or anything."

"Oh I can assure you, Malfoy. I'm not going to hit you."

Malfoy seemed somewhat mollified by this until he remembered what he was about to do. His face reddened as he slowly pushed his trousers down to his ankles.

"Step out of them, Malfoy."

He inhaled a shaky breath but complied, his white legs lifting from the pooled cloth. He lifted the trousers and laid them gently over his other things. And then he was standing in nothing but his smalls. He changed feet on the floor. Harry knew that the stone must be cold on his bare feet, but that his present condition must have made it far worse.

His white hands brushed over his crotch and he was hesitating again.

"Well, Malfoy. All of it."

"Okay, okay," he muttered. He gripped the waistband, took a deep breath, and then lowered them, stepping out of the underpants when they slid to his feet. He didn't bother picking them up and putting them on the rest of his clothes as he did before. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. He tried putting them at his sides but then raised them again and tried to casually fold them over his chest.

Harry looked at him, from his crimson face, down his pale torso with its faint washboarding, to the hollows at his hips that led the eye to his wiry pubic hair. Draco's cock hung limply over his pink balls. The head drooped toward his feet almost as embarrassed as Draco was himself.

Harry let him suffer a bit, just standing and staring at him. Draco had not stopped blushing and it had traveled from his face down his neck to his chest.

"Now Malfoy," he said at last. "Give us a wank."

Draco's eyes snapped up. "What?"

"Give me a show. A good wank. Looks like that poor fellow could use a bit of warming up," he said, nodding toward his drooping dick.

If Draco was crimson before, he was scarlet now. "You want me to...uh...to...."

"You haven't forgotten how, have you?"

"No!" he growled.

"Well then. Go ahead."

"You're just going to watch?"

"You watched me," he said, willing his face not to flush again. "It's only fair I watch you." He glanced once at the door.

Draco followed that glance. "H-hey, Potter," he said nervously, looking at the door now. "Aren't you going to lock that?"

Harry smiled unpleasantly. "Nope."

"It's that way, is it? All right. Just to prove my good intentions, I'll do what you say."

Draco took his cock in hand and began to stroke it. He did it without much grace as he seemed awfully nervous. And his dick wasn't cooperating. He wasn't getting hard. This seemed frustrating and probably embarrassing.

"Seems you have forgotten how," Harry couldn't help saying.

"It's not the easiest circumstances to get it going, you know!" Draco snapped.

"I have all day."

Draco bit his lower lip. He started pulling hard on his prick, squeezing and running his thumb over the head. Slowly, it began to swell and thicken. Harry watched. He didn't want to admit to himself how fascinating it was watching Draco get hard, but it was. He recalled as much when he sucked on it, how it started out barely aroused until he licked and sucked it to full engorgement. But then that thought suddenly made Harry wince with embarrassment. Malfoy had made him do that. Made him want it! No matter how much he apologized, he'd never forgive him for it!

Draco was giving himself some hard strokes now. His cock was fully erect and getting redder in his hand. Pre-cum leaked from the head in a dripping strand that hit the floor. Harry watched it, trying to view it detached as something academically interesting, but he was having a hard time of it for the simple fact that it was making him hard. Why the hell should it be doing that? It must be some left over psychological thing from that potion. After all, Harry had been engaged in homosexual feelings for an entire week. That was bound to leave behind some sort of scarring, something residual. No wonder he couldn't wank to Cho Chang at night anymore. He kept getting distracted by blond hair.

It made him angrier and he stared at Malfoy's dick with as little emotion on his face as he could muster. "Is that the best you can do, Malfoy?" he said lazily, even if it did come out a bit shaky.

"What do you mean?" Draco panted. "I'm...I'm doing the best I can!"

"Really. No wonder you needed to resort to a potion."

Draco stopped and his erection began to flag.

Harry chuckled at it. "Having a problem, Malfoy?"

"It isn't easy when you editorialize, Potter. Give a bloke a chance, why don't you?"

"All right. Go on, then."

Draco started again. He didn't look at Harry as he got his cock hard once more. Harry said nothing and just watched. Draco stroked his reddened penis purposefully now. Harry supposed he hoped if he got himself off quickly, the sooner it would be over. But Harry had other plans.

Draco was breathing hard and though Harry tried to deny it, it was arousing him quite a bit. Draco's fist was a blur now over his hard dick; his knees were bent slightly as he shoved his hips forward; his eyes were shut tight in anticipation of his imminent orgasm. His whole body stiffened. His muscles contracted down his torso. His pink balls wrinkled and drew up close to his groin and suddenly Draco was shooting his load up into the air. White droplets landed on the stone floor and on Draco's spread thighs.

Harry realized his mouth was hanging open and that his hand had crept to the prominent bulge in his own trousers. He watched transfixed as Draco pumped himself, milking that magnificent dick until cum just dribbled from the gasping slit, his hips jutting forward at air over and over.

Draco panted, still clutching his throbbing cock, and slowly, stickily, opened his eyes. He came back to himself and when he did, and realized again where he was, his face reddened. He let his cock go, wiped his sticky hand down his bare hip, and straightened. "Are we even now?" he asked petulantly, still panting.

"Not quite." Harry lowered his arms from his chest, and said unsteadily, "Your turn to blow me."

"Look, Potter-"

"You want to make it up to me, don't you? You're the gay one, you know. It's the least you can do. So suck me. And make it good."

Draco lowered his head. He fisted his hands at his sides and then uncurled them, repeating the action over and over. He glanced at the door again and then at Harry. His eyes seemed to be asking for Harry to put a locking charm on it, but Harry only shook his head at the silent plea.

Draco huffed a breath through his nose and reluctantly dropped to his knees before Harry. Harry looked down as the Slytherin's white hands fumbled at his belt buckle. "Not so easy, is it, when you're the one on your knees, eh Malfoy?"

Malfoy said nothing. He got the belt undone and unbuttoned the fly. When he'd unzipped it he tried to pull the trousers down, but Harry shook his head. "Uh uh. You'll have to pull me out. Don't want to be caught with my trousers down, you know."

Malfoy winced at his own words thrown back at him. With trembling fingers, he reached into Harry's underpants. His fingers were a bit cold and Harry hissed at it, but it also felt pretty good, those fingers on his swollen dick.

Draco eased it past the fly in his smalls and took it out. It stood up straight and stayed hard even in the cold air. Draco's face was filled with a mixture of emotions. If he was in love with Harry as he said, then he surely would enjoy this, even crave it. But Harry could tell that these emotions were warring with his embarrassment, at the cold way Harry had ordered him. But Draco was complying. Harry had to hand it to him for that. Those were great lengths to go to to apologize to someone if you weren't in love with them.

A pang of...something...disturbed Harry for a moment before he pushed it aside. He wanted his revenge and it was almost complete.

Harry's thoughts ground to a halt when he felt hot breath on his cock. He looked down and Draco's mouth was approaching it. It jumped in his hand in anticipation and Draco smiled slightly, until he remembered he was supposed to be contrite and looked up at Harry apologetically again. Harry realized as Draco stared at his cock that Draco had never done this before either. "M-mouth still a virgin, Malfoy?" he asked unsteadily.

Draco said nothing. He leaned forward and licked up the underside. Harry gasped at the sensation. His balls suddenly ached and tensed. How was he to last if Draco did that again, if he sucked it?

Draco, on his part, closed his eyes as if it was the tastiest morsel he'd ever experienced. Without opening his eyes, he dipped his head again and swiped a lick up the underside once more, licking his lips when he'd reached the head.

Harry moaned in spite of himself and suddenly reached forward to grab onto Draco's head to steady himself. He felt Draco's lips press against the head of his penis, felt them open like a bud, and then his dick was surrounded by the most wonderful, moist heat. His mouth drew up the shaft and then down again, all the while that wet tongue played at his flesh. Draco drew his lips all the way to the swollen tip and sucked gently.

Harry couldn't help it. He thrust his hips forward, sinking his dick deeper into Draco's mouth. The boy made a little choking noise but recovered and swallowed Harry's shaft again suddenly sucking on the whole thing. Delicious pressure swirled up from Harry's balls. Such glorious wet heat. The sucking. That tongue dancing all over his shaft.

Harry grunted as he came, spilling his cum into Draco's mouth. But he pulled out suddenly and opened his eyes to look down and he pumped his juices onto the Slytherin's face.

Just then, the door burst open.

"Just...in time...gentlemen," panted Harry, barely done spurting the last onto Draco's lips and cheek.

Draco turned and his eyes rounded in horror.

"Malfoy?" said Crabbe, stopped dead in the doorway. "What the hell--?"

Goyle pushed him aside to stare at his friend on his knees, naked in front of Harry Potter with spunk on his face. "Why in Merlin's name would you tell us to come here now?"

"He didn't," said Harry, chin high. "I did." He looked down at Draco triumphantly as he tucked himself back in and zipped up. "How does it feel now?"

Draco's mouth hung open. He was frozen to the spot. His face was red with mortification. Harry felt that pang again as he turned his back on him and pushed passed his goons. "He's all yours, boys," he said over his shoulder and hurried out the door.

* * *

Harry wasn't surprised that Malfoy was missing from Charms and Transfigurations. He was surprised, however, that he missed Potions. Later, while he was sitting at lunch at the Gryffindor table, he noticed that Malfoy wasn't at the Slytherin table. Goyle and Crabbe were there looking awfully glum, but no Malfoy.

He dipped his fork into his shepherd's pie and stirred it around. A little stab of guilt ached Harry's heart and he jabbed at a piece of steak in the pie to try to get rid of the feeling. Didn't Malfoy deserve it? Didn't he deserve far more for what he did to Harry?

He put down his fork and stared at his plate. He wasn't hungry anymore and pushed himself from the table.

"What's up, mate?" asked Ron. "You haven't touched your lunch."

"You can have it if you like."

"That's not what I meant. You seem a bit...off lately, is all."

"It's nothing," he muttered, and made his way toward the entryway.

"Wait, Harry," said Hermione, climbing out of the bench.

He looked back and saw Ron scowling before he shrugged at Hermione. She followed him out and down the front steps. "Hermione, do you mind? I want to be alone."

She didn't say anything but she continued to follow him until he reached the covered walkway overlooking the gorge. The wind always blew hard through there, making the whole rickety-looking structure creak. But it was usually a good place to be alone. Usually.

He leaned on the railing and looked out across the blue hills where they veed down to a valley filled with mist. "What do you want, Hermione?" he sighed.

"Have you noticed? Draco hasn't been to any meals."

"'Draco' is it now? You two are getting awfully chummy."

"Well, I haven't seen him lately. Did he get to apologize to you?"

He ground his teeth. "Uh huh." He gripped the rail. It was all he could think about, in fact. Draco's hand on that pink cock, wanking away. Draco's lips wrapped around Harry's cock. Every time he thought about it his own cock got hard, no matter how many times he tried to keep it from happening. He wasn't supposed to feel that, was he? Straight boys didn't. There was something wrong with him now. It was Malfoy's fault. Malfoy's fault that he couldn't stop thinking of the boy, and of that kiss they shared over a fortnight ago. Harry had put everything he had into it, being under the thrall of the potion, but it had been a great kiss, his very first. And he couldn't forget how Draco's mouth tasted, how warm and soft his lips were. How Draco had kissed him back.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with Draco's disappearance, now would it?"

Harry leaned over his arms and looked down the valley as far as he could until the ground disappeared into mist. "I just gave him back some of his own."

Hermione sighed loudly. "And...are you proud of that?"

"What do you want, Hermione!" he snapped, pushing away from the railing. He paced back and forth across the passageway. "He deserved it, didn't he?"

"Did he? It wasn't nice what he did to you, true, but is revenge really something worthy of Harry Potter?"

"Harry Potter is bloody tired of being everyone's whipping boy."

She left the rail and touched his shoulder. That seemed to stop his restless progress. "He's really in love with you, you know," she said quietly. "He's just only discovered that he's gay. That's not a good reason to be so cruel."

Harry felt his eyes stinging. He didn't know what he felt anymore or why. He shrugged her hand off his shoulder. "Just leave me alone, okay?"

She looked at him for a moment more and then turned and headed up the walkway. He watched her leave before he leaned over the rail again, wishing this whole thing had never happened.

* * *

Draco sat perched on a windowsill in the Owlry. It seemed to be the one place left where he could be alone. He skived off a lot of his classes but knew he couldn't keep that up. It was too hard going to the Great Hall. He would be there. And Draco didn't want to see him. Actually, he didn't want Harry to see him. It wasn't that he was embarrassed by what happened, though he was at first. Potter certainly has a bit of a Slytherin streak, he decided with some admiration. It was just that he was embarrassed for Harry to look at him right now, knowing what he had done to Harry.

After he cleared it up with Crabbe and Goyle it was all right. He confessed to them, in probably the most honest discussion he'd ever had with them, that he was gay. He was surprised that they took it so well. Knowing their parents and how they all stood with the Dark Lord and all, Draco was concerned that this would be the end of him, that they would tattle it all over Slytherin. But they hadn't. In fact, they all talked a bit about what they thought of it all and they came to the conclusion that the Dark Lord might be a closet case himself. He suddenly felt closer than ever to his two friends. That was one good thing to come out of it. An unexpected thing.

He tightened his hold on his knees and rested his chin there. Try as he might, he couldn't stop thinking about sucking Potter's cock. It had been spectacular. The moment he came, his hands still deep in Draco's hair, had been the best thing he'd ever experienced. Harry in ecstasy, eyes closed, head thrown back, had to be the hottest thing ever. And now it was over. That was the last of it. Draco would have to carry that memory around forever. Harry was his first. His first blowjob, his first shag, his first...boy. Now that the skrewt was out of the bag, Draco realized that since he was gay, there would be other boys. But Harry Potter would always be first in his memory. And always unattainable. It was sad and bittersweet, too. Because for one week, anyway, he desired Draco, looked at him with stars in his eyes. Even if it were potion induced, it was something Draco could cherish.

A step at the doorway alerted him that he wasn't alone. Maybe they would just get their owl and leave without noticing him. He made himself as small as he could in the window arch, but whoever it was wasn't leaving.

He turned to give them a Malfoy sneer when he saw it was Harry Potter.

He nearly fell out of the window. Instead, he fell to the floor.

"You okay there, Malfoy?"

Draco jumped to his feet, Scourgifying his robes from the owl droppings. "Fine, Potter. What are you doing here?"

He was stuffing what looked like a blank piece of parchment back into his robes. "It's the Owlry," he said, as if that should explain everything.

"Oh. Well, send your letter and be on your way." Draco turned from him and back to the window. Damn, but Potter was cute! Why hadn't he noticed this before? Is that why Draco was always tormenting him, because Potter in his oblivious way was tormenting Draco?

"Actually, I'm not here to send a letter. I'm here to see you."

Draco turned. He could not have said that. "What?"

Harry's cheeks flushed and not from the cold. He looked at the floor and kicked at some feathers. "I'm...here to see you. To...apologize to you."

Draco shook his head to clear it. In what universe was Potter living? "Are you mental? Why would you need to apologize to me? Aren't we even?"

Harry raised his hands and let them drop. "What I did to you. That was completely uncalled for. And I'm sorry."

"It certainly was called for. I pulled something abominable on you. You reacted in a quite astonishing way for a Gryffindor. Didn't know you had it in you. My hat's off to you." He slumped back into the window, hoping Harry would leave. What was with the git, anyway?

"No, Malfoy, really. I'm sorry. Maybe...maybe we can shake hands and be friends."

Draco slowly turned his head and stared at Harry. He was out of his mind. "You're not serious." But even as he said it, Harry stuck his hand out. Draco's eyes locked on that gesture of friendship. Did he want to be Harry's friend? He wanted to be his lover, but he supposed that was out of the question. Should he be his friend?

He looked up at him and his face was sorrowful indeed. There was no lying on Harry's face. The boy was incapable of concealing his innermost thoughts. Draco suddenly remembered a long ago day on the Hogwarts Express when he offered his hand to the famous Harry Potter and had been rebuffed.

Draco drew himself up. He sauntered toward Harry trying to look at ease and quickly took Harry's hand. He shook it once and let it go. At least he tried to. Harry was still holding on.

He glanced up at Potter's face and his concentrated expression was now unreadable. Harry tightened his grip on Draco's hand and slowly pulled Draco toward him. Draco stumbled once but Harry's inexorable tugging brought him right up against the boy's chest. Without releasing his hand, Harry leaned forward.

Draco didn't know what he had in mind and was completely dumbfounded when Harry's lips pressed against his own. He made some sort of noise, he was sure of it, but it was muffled beneath that tender mouth, now sucking gently on Draco's lips.

A tongue swept Draco's mouth open. Harry's tongue prodded forward, licking delicious swaths inside and over Draco's tongue. The kiss clasped, sucking and slurping, rubbing lips on lips and he held Draco's body so close that their groins rubbed together. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth and wrapped his arms tightly around the boy, sagging into him.

This couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. Harry couldn't be kissing him!

Harry's lips disengaged for only a moment so he could turn his head to kiss even more deeply. Draco almost lost his footing and held on to Harry even tighter. When Harry pulled away for good he was staring at Draco uncomprehendingly. Draco shook his head as if to say, "I didn't do anything!" But Harry seemed not to understand. He turned suddenly and fled the Owlry, leaving Draco sagging into a corner, eyes stinging with unshed tears.

* * *

Harry found himself doing a lot of staring into the common room fireplace for the last few days ever since he kissed Draco Malfoy. He couldn't quite figure out why he'd done it, only that in that instant he had fiercely wanted to and that it had felt so incredibly good to do it.

All he meant to do was apologize. But Draco was looking so forlorn, so cute, that Harry just...did it.

"Hey!" Someone poked him in the shoulder and he glanced up. Ron. And he didn't look happy. "I want to know what's going on between you and Hermione."

Harry looked at him blankly. What was he talking about? "Me and Hermione?"

"Don't play dumb." Ron rolled his shoulders. He was looking decidedly uncomfortable but his dander was up and he postured menacingly.

Harry sat up and faced him. "I'm not playing dumb. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Look," said Ron, trying to calm himself. "If you and Hermione are...together...I'd just like to know so I don't make a bloody fool of myself. It's not like I didn't have plenty of opportunities with her, I know, but it would have been nice to tell a bloke."

Harry stood up. "Ron, what the bloody hell are you on about?"

"You. And Hermione. I've seen how the two of you go off into corners and talk and how you sneak off to meet with her all the time. I'm not stupid, you know. But you could at least tell your best mate."

It clicked into place at last. Harry laughed, the first in weeks. "I'm not having it on with Hermione."

"You don't have to lie. I know you were into Cho and she snubbed you or something, but we've all been close, so the least you could do is own up and tell me."

"But I'm not. We're not. I don't have any interest whatsoever in Hermione. Ron, you've got to believe me. I'm not interested in girls at all!"

As soon as he said it, Harry slapped his hand over his mouth and froze. Maybe Ron had missed that?

But no. Looking at Ron's face, he certainly didn't. "You what?"

It was true. Harry couldn't deny it anymore. He wasn't interested in girls. Even his vague crush on Cho Chang wasn't really anything. It had dissipated like smoke as quickly as it had come along. The only crush on his mind now was with a boy. With the absolute wrong boy.

"Oh my God," said Harry behind his hand. "It's true." He sat hard on the sofa and Ron joined him.

"Oi, Harry. So you're not with Hermione?"

Harry shook his head, eyes sliding toward Ron.

"And...you're not interested in girls...at all? Does that mean...you're interested in...boys?"

Harry shrugged. "What's left?"

"Wow. Didn't see that coming."

"Neither did I."

"You mean you've only just...what do they call it? Come out?"

"Yeah." He felt a flood of relief inside. "I guess so." Now the feelings made sense. Even if they were for Malfoy.

"So is that what you and Hermione were talking about?"

Harry nodded. "I suppose." Ron drew back and punched Harry's shoulder. Hard. Harry grabbed it. "Ow! Ron!"

"And you couldn't tell your best mate!"

Harry rubbed his shoulder and looked around. The room was empty. "It's not that. It's just...." and he decided to tell Ron the whole sordid story.

Ron listened without saying a word, his mouth hanging open the whole time. But when Harry was finished, he closed his mouth, sat up straight, and nodded. "Well then. I suppose you and Malfoy had better come to an understanding."

"What do you mean?"

"Come off it, Harry. You want to be his boyfriend. And he wants to be yours. Just get it over with and tell him."

Now it was Harry's turn to drop his jaw. "You're a one to talk. You and Hermione have been dancing around each other for years now. When are you going to make a move?"

Ron blushed. "Dunno. I guess maybe you've inspired me." He grinned.

But Harry was shaking his head. "I don't know, Ron. After all Malfoy and I have done to each other over the years, do you honestly think we have a chance? Maybe we won't even like each other."

"That's a moot point at this juncture. You might as well see if you like each other. I think that the two of you have already been at each other an awfully long time. Now we all know why."

Harry couldn't believe that these sensible words were coming out of his best friend. But Ron did have a lot of compassion and was very protective where Harry was concerned. He felt like a prat for not trusting him earlier.

"Maybe. But what will the school think?"

"Who cares what the school thinks. Besides. With Harry Potter on one side and Draco Malfoy on the other, no one would dare say anything. Who are you going to worry about? Hufflepuffs?"

Harry smiled weakly. "I reckon you're right."

* * *

Draco read the note again. He turned it over and looked at the back. He took out his wand and waved it over the parchment to see if it was hexed. But it appeared to be just what it was: a note from Harry Potter.


Draco,
We need to talk. Please meet me at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade this Saturday afternoon at 2 pm.
Yours,
Harry Potter

Draco shook his head. He showed it to Vince and Greg and they, too, seemed perplexed, until Greg said, "Looks like he might want to let bygones be bygones, Malfoy."

"But what does that mean?" he had asked.

Saturday was a long time in coming. Draco went to Hogsmeade early and hung out with Vince and Greg, but when it was nearly two, they excused themselves, gave him a thumbs up sign, and left him.

Draco looked up and down the streets worriedly. Maybe Harry wouldn't come. Maybe it was a joke from someone else.

He reached the Three Broomsticks and hesitated. If Harry wasn't in there, then he would just leave. Simple. No need to hang around and feel like an idiot.

He pushed opened the door and was assaulted by the thick smoke rolling from the hearth. The place was crowded as usual and Madam Rosmerta was busy behind the bar passing mugs of butterbeer to her patrons. Draco scanned the room. Groups of men in hoods clustered in corners. A gaggle of girls laughed. Kids from school tried to smuggle various forms of alcohol to one another under the table.

No Harry Potter.

Okay. That's it. Time to go. Draco spun for the door but a hand stopped him. "Leaving, Malfoy?" said Harry, close enough to him to kiss.

Draco stumbled back. Harry looked around at the crowded room and motioned for Draco to follow him. Harry was heading toward the stairs and the private rooms above. Draco's heart began to hammer in his chest. They were going to a private room?

Harry looked as if he knew where he was heading and he stopped in front of an oaken door, took out a key, and unlocked it. He opened the door and made a gentlemanly gesture for Draco to go in first. Draco licked his dry lips and entered. Harry followed and closed and locked the door. The sounds of the inn below grew quieter in their private surroundings.

At first, Draco thought it was a simple sitting room for quiet conferences, but he saw a large four-poster through the archway and his palms began to sweat. He decided to take as much control of the situation as he could. He flopped down on the settee looking for all the world as if this was his room, and looked up at Harry. "So, Potter. What did you want to see me about?"

Harry was grinning. It was very disconcerting. He sat next to Draco. "I wanted to see you about...us."

"What about us?" But Draco's heart was still pounding. Could Harry hear it? It seemed loud enough.

Draco's eyes widened when Harry slid closer. "You know. Us. There doesn't seem to be any point in denying it anymore."

"'It'?"

"Come on, Draco." And Harry slid closer. His fingers barely touched Draco's arm. It tingled where Harry touched him. "You're gay. And I'm...gay."

There didn't seem to be any hope of Draco keeping his jaw from slackening anymore. "You're-"

Harry nodded. His lids drooped as he looked at Draco's mouth. He licked his lips. Draco watched that pink tongue make its wet trail, wishing his was doing it. "And I think-for some mad reason-we really fit together, Draco. Don't you?"

"Are you under Imperious or something?"

Harry chuckled. "No. I've just had my eyes opened. Not in the best of ways, mind. But they're open now. And there's little I can do about it."

Draco took a deep breath. "I'm in love with you."

Harry's smile was tender. "I know. I can't imagine why. We've been awful to each other for years."

"I was just...." Draco shook his head at the stupidity of it all. "I was just doing what my father told me to do."

"I guessed as much." He chuckled to himself. "I don't really understand how I can overlook all that stuff either, but I can. It just seems like someone else's life somehow."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

They were looking into each other's eyes, and Draco loved Harry's. So green. So deep. So full of mischief.

"I think I may be falling in love with you, too," said Harry softly.

Draco blinked, absorbing the words. Those marvelous words. He tried a tentative smile. "Really?"

"Yeah." Harry blushed. Draco thought it was gorgeous. "We'll just take it one step at a time."

Draco raised his face. "Have wild sex first and then date. We're doing just fine."

Harry was still looking at him with that tender expression. "We take what we can get and make the best of it. Personally, I rather liked sex with you."

Draco's breath hitched. "So...is this a date, then?"

"Sort of. But...." Harry's finger trailed up Draco's arm. "I'm still interested in sex."

"Okay. But...can I kiss you first?"

"Absolutely." Harry was already reaching for him. He cupped Draco's face and gently kissed him. One peck. Two. And then he fully engulfed Draco's mouth, opening it with his own, and tonguing him so that Draco's toes curled.

Draco broke away first with a gasp and kissed Harry's neck. "Harry," he murmured against his skin. "I can't believe you forgave me."

"I did. Of course I did. I never would have known. Or at least it would have taken a lot longer with a lot more heartache."

"I wouldn't hurt you now. You know that, right?"

He lifted Draco's chin and turned his face to him. He kissed him once on the lips. "I know."

Draco's aching heart felt full to bursting. He laughed giddily. "I really thought you were going to kill me."

"There was a point where I wanted to. But not now. Though we do have some unfinished business."

He tightened his arms around Harry. It felt good to hold him, to have him hold Draco. Harry smelled good, too. He smelled clean and sexy and male. "What unfinished business?" he asked, nuzzling his neck again.

"Well, I was in the middle of fucking you, as I recall, and I want to finish that at least."

Draco froze and flicked his glance toward the bed.

"We have the room for the whole day, you know," said Harry in a seductively low voice. "And I think you truly deserve a thorough shagging, Malfoy."

Draco leaned forward, resting his forehead on Harry's chin. He sighed. "Oh yes, Harry. I'd like that."

"Then it's time for us to strip again. But this time, if it's all right, I'd like to take your clothes off."

Speechless, Draco nodded. If this was a dream, he'd kill anyone who woke him up.

He watched as Harry began by unbuttoning his jacket. He pushed it off Draco's shoulders and Draco helped with it the rest of the way by shrugging it off. Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco's neck. Draco lifted his chin to give Harry access, and while Harry kissed him, he undid the top buttons of Draco's shirt. As he opened more, Harry nuzzled lower, kissing the skin that was slowly being revealed.

Draco moaned. Harry's lips felt hot on him and their tickling sensations were hardening his cock into an upright position. Harry's fingers rippled over Draco's skin followed by his lips. He kissed Draco's chest, licking where his lips alighted, and dragging wet trails towards his nipple, where Harry nipped at it a bit before he sucked on it.

"Oh shit!" Draco arched his back and grasped Harry's head. "Oh God!"

Harry chuckled against his chest. "Feels good?"

"Fucking yes!"

"Fucking comes later. First, I get to play with you."

Draco grabbed his own cock and squeezed. Words like that were bound to make him come in his trousers, and he certainly didn't want to do that. Harry pushed the shirt off from underneath the cloth, letting his hands slide up over Draco's torso and shoulders. He pulled each arm out of its sleeve and then curled his arms around Draco's naked waist. He kissed Draco's lips again, taking the Slytherin's breath away, before he started on his trousers.

Draco had the presence of mind to toe off his shoes. He didn't want anything interfering with his getting completely starkers for Harry. But Harry was taking his time, kissing down Draco's stomach and laving his navel. That tongue was too, too close to his groin, and when it dipped into his navel, it flicked below it to that trail of blond hair that disappeared into his underpants.

Harry had unfastened his buckle and trousers and was pulling Draco's slacks down his legs. Draco lifted his hips to help and the trousers were soon tossed to one side. Harry looked down at the only piece of clothing left: Draco's white underpants.

"I wasn't nervous the first time I touched you because I was under the influence of that potion," he said. "But now, I am a little."

"It's okay, Harry. You can do anything you want to me. Anything at all."

Harry inhaled a shaky breath. "Then I'm going to arouse the heck out of you and fuck you into next Tuesday. That all right?"

"Oh yes!" Draco lay back in what he hoped was an inviting posture. And as he hoped, Harry couldn't seem to resist touching him. The Gryffindor ran his hands down Draco's body and over his thighs, skirting his erection that was pushing at the Y-fronts. Harry's tongue strayed to Draco's ear and ran a wet, tingly circle around the outer shell.

"Let's go to the bed, Draco," he whispered into it.

Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's neck and allowed the other to lift him to his feet. He leaned on Harry as the boy escorted him to the large four-poster. He sat Draco down and laid him back. "No interruptions this time," he said huskily. Draco lay sprawled on his back, waiting for Harry to divest him of the last of his covering.

Harry crawled up on the bed, still fully clothed. He grasped Draco's underpants and slowly dragged them down. His cock sprung up and slapped his belly and Harry quickly pulled the pants down and slipped them off.

Draco squirmed. He had been embarrassed before getting undressed in front of Harry, but not now. Now he was aroused and needed Harry's touch. And Harry didn't disappoint. He nuzzled Draco's pubic hair, licking the inside of his thighs and nosing his sac. Draco opened his legs wide to permit Harry whatever he wanted. It was a good move, because Harry chose to lick his sac in one long drag. Draco lifted his hips into it. That was unbelievably good! It made his whole body tremble. But when he reached up to Harry, he whined at the touch of clothing. He grabbed Harry's lapel and shook it. "Harry! Take this off!"

"Impatient, aren't you?"

He sat up on his elbows. "No. I just know what I want. And I want a naked Harry Potter."

Harry giggled. "Bet you never thought you'd say that, did you?"

Draco laughed. "No. Not in a million years."

"Did you invent that potion?"

Draco's laughter died. "Y-yes."

"You're very good at that. You could give Snape a run for his money."

The smile was back. Draco tilted his head. "I guess so. But all this talk isn't getting you closer to starkers, Potter."

Harry laughed. "Okay, okay." He stripped off his T-shirt and hurriedly undid his jeans. Draco sat up and helped him, feeling a bit weird doing it all naked. But Harry needed the help getting his trainers off because the laces got knotted and soon he was as naked as Draco.

Draco tossed the trainer over his shoulder and stared at the Potter cock. "Oh," he sighed. "You know, it really wasn't too much of a strain sucking that. Not much in the way of punishment."

Harry jutted his hips forward and his cock slapped against his belly. "You like that, eh?"

"Definitely." Then he looked up a bit shyly. "Do you want me to suck it, or are you just going to...." He waved vaguely toward his nether regions.

"I won't last if you suck me," and as if to prove it, his cock gave a little twitch. "And I do want to finish shagging you."

"Okay," said Draco. "How do you want me?"

"On your back. We'll do it face to face. I want to see you."

Draco closed his eyes and sighed. "Oh good," he whispered, and lay back. He raised his legs and spread them, offering his hole to Harry unabashedly.

Harry looked and dragged his tongue over his lips. "I licked your arsehole last time," he said softly.

Draco swallowed. "Yes. I remember. It was wonderful."

"Shall I do it again?"

"Oh please! Anything!"

Harry dropped down on his belly and crawled up to Draco, wrapping his arms around his thighs. He pushed them up and Draco's hips rocked back, exposing more of his arse. His cheeks opened wider and he felt just a tinge of embarrassment, but Harry was soon snuffling his crack and all discomfort fled. A tongue flicked up his crevice and Draco gasped. Yes! Oh do it again! That hot tongue was back this time licking small patches around Draco's tight furl. Harry licked right on it, slow, reverent licks causing Draco to rut his hips forward. Harry's lips closed over it and with his tongue playing at the tiny rosette, he sucked on it gently.

Draco nearly shot off the bed. Harry chuckled into the joint of his thigh and hip. "I'm guessing you liked that."

"You guessed right. Oh Harry. Anytime you want to get inside me, just do it."

Harry sat up. "I think that's a good idea." He grabbed his penis and squeezed. "I don't know how much longer I can hold out."

He summoned the lube into his hand and dribbled it onto his fingers. He touched Draco's entrance with it, sneaking a finger inside for a bit. He smiled down at Draco. "You tell me if it's at all uncomfortable."

"No way. I don't want you to stop for anything."

Harry shook his head and climbed up before Draco. Draco opened his thighs wider and Harry helped him hitch his knees up to his shoulders. "You can...get at it better from there, right?" asked Draco, swallowing hard.

“Yes," Harry gasped. "It's right there." To prove it, he rubbed his finger over his sphincter. Draco squirmed.

"Do it, Harry. Fuck me."

With those words, Harry's eyes seemed to darken to a dusky green. His dark brows furrowed in concentration and he lowered his hand to his cock to guide it forward. Draco felt the large round head of it pressing at his hole. It seemed enormous. But he tried to open himself, tried to relax enough as Harry added more pressure, skewering forward. It felt as if his arse was ripping open as the cockhead popped through. His flesh opened to accommodate it but it seemed as if it opened and opened. Harry had a thick cock. It didn't seem so thick when he was sucking it but it certainly seemed so now. The last time, he'd only gotten as far as his glans, but now he was pushing his dick the rest of the way in. Draco squirmed a bit more, rolling his hips to open himself and get his hole used to such a big intruder.

"You okay, Draco?" Harry breathlessly asked.

"Yeah." It was all the breath Draco could muster.

Harry pushed further until he was fully seated. Draco felt his balls resting against Harry's dark pubic hair-and it was marvelous.

"Still okay?" Harry asked again.

"Yes. Fantastic. Full. Oh Harry. I'm ready for you."

"Good. Because I have to thrust now."

Harry slid his hands down from Draco's thighs to his arse and cupped both cheeks, lifting slightly. He pulled out a bit only to shove in, snapping his hips forward.

Draco cried out. It hurt but it was also very good. Harry did it again. Draco was so concentrated on the feelings below his waist that he forgot to help and he lifted his hips into it as Harry jammed in the next time. Soon they were rocking together in a rhythm, Harry's cock sliding in and out faster and faster. It had been good shagging Harry. His hole had been so tight. It squeezed Draco's cock so pleasantly. But this! This was amazing on another level. Harry was filling him. Harry was inside, above, beneath. His cock was showing him who was in charge and Draco never so willingly surrendered superiority. He grabbed his own hard prick and threw back his head but remembered to keep his eyes opened. He wanted to watch Harry above him and Harry was looking at him, his eyes raking over Draco hungrily. His red lips were shiny with moisture and they were twisted up into a sexy snarl. He was fucking Draco. No doubt about that. Perhaps at another time they'd make love, but not today. Today was raw, animal sex, and Draco-pumping his own cock close to orgasm-was loving it.

Harry was sawing into him faster and faster. "Oh Draco," he murmured.

Draco was wanking himself to speed, trying to keep pace with Harry. But he couldn't hold off his orgasm any longer. He felt his balls tighten and the pleasure sprung forth in long ropes of white cum. They fell back and hit his belly, some spattering on Harry's heaving chest. He felt his anus clamping down even harder on the intruding cock within him and he saw it all on Harry's face. It must have felt marvelous, because Harry was now coming; teeth clenched, furious pumping, torso rigid. Harry puffed his breath over Draco, panting and trying to regain his composure. His face was red from it, and Draco never thought anyone was as beautiful.

"You know," said Harry between breaths, "I don't know whatever else we've got in common, but I sure think we've got this down."

Draco wiped the sweaty strands of his fringe out of his eyes. "You can say that again. Let's make a pact now to work on as many things in common as we can."

"Done." Harry slid out of Draco and slipped down to the bed beside him. Harry's cum oozed out of Draco's arse and he paused a moment to savor the feeling. Then Harry groped and found Draco's hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. Draco thought that was the sweetest thing.

Staring at the ceiling and simply breathing, letting the last vestiges of the afterglow ripple through him, Draco sighed. "So how did you get this room, anyway? Madam Rosmerta is not in the habit of renting out rooms to adolescent boys. Dumbledore would have a fit."

Harry affixed his glasses straighter. "Oh...well. You know...."

Draco sat up and looked at him. "What? Oh no. You don't mean to tell me you used the Famous Harry Potter thing?"

Harry blushed deeply. "I've never done that before, just so you know. But it was the only way t- Will you stop laughing!"

Draco lay back and giggled, tickled pink that Harry would resort to something he plainly hated in order to shag him. "It's quite flattering, really," he said when he'd calmed down.

Harry had still not released Draco's hand. "I wanted this to be special. Not the usual rutting we did in classrooms and cupboards. It...meant more to me than that."

Draco turned to look at him. "That's very romantic, you know," he said quietly.

Harry shrugged. He stared at the ceiling. Draco rolled over and rested his chin on Harry's chest. Harry had to look at him then. "It is," he said, dragging a finger over Harry's pecs. "And it means more to me, too. I can't believe I'm in love with you. You're the very last person-and I mean the last person I expected to feel this way about."

"Did you tell your friends?"

"Had to explain it to Crabbe and Goyle, didn't I, after that last little bit of Potter revenge."

Harry looked unhappy about that. Draco enjoyed giving him that little dig. After all, Malfoys don't like to be even; they like being ahead.

"I suppose you did. Were they all right with it?"

"Yeah. More than I thought they would be. They're better friends than I imagined. I mean, I just thought they hung around me because of the Malfoy name and all. Not because they actually liked me. I'm being nicer to them because of it. I think they're...good blokes. That's your fault."

"I'm glad, then. Surprised, but glad."

"What about the Weasel and Granger?"

"Well, Hermione helped me all along, and Ron... He surprised me, too. I thought he'd be this squicked heterosexual. But he was really good about it. Even gave me some advice."

"Like 'swallow, don't spit'?"

Harry laughed and scooped Draco into his arms, holding him so that he was being cuddled by Harry. Draco didn't think he would like that at first, but being surrounded by warm, sweaty Harry wasn't bad at all. "No, like don't worry what the rest of the school thinks. Just go for it."

"Weasley told you that? Well. I guess I shall have to reassess my opinion of him."

"Yes. Do." He kissed Draco's temple. "Feel like a quick nap?"

"Only a quick one. I'd like to get reacquainted with certain parts of your anatomy."

Harry squeezed him. "Okay. And there are parts of Malfoy I'd like to explore for myself."

They settled down, drawing the covers over the both of them. Draco sighed as he nestled against Harry who was soon snoring in his ear. So. It all turned out for the best. Maybe that potion wasn't so bad. Maybe he should resurrect the Queer Quaff and sell it on the open market. He could see the marketing strategy now: Open Your Inner Gay. Make Your Homo Erectus. Straight Lie for the Queer Guy-

"No more potions, Malfoy," murmured Harry sleepily.

What the-"How the hell did you know what I was thinking?"

"Because I know you. No more potions." He squeezed Draco again and kissed his neck.

"Well, all right. But a poster of the both of us would make quite a testimonial. Think of the galleons we'd make!"

"Draco!"

"All right, all right." He caressed Harry's arm wrapped around him. He supposed there were compensations for changing one's ways.

The End


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