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Draco found Harry nestled in an armchair in the study, with his nose buried in a book in a Hermione-like manner.

"Harry, I have something important to ask you."

"What is it?" Harry replied without lifting his head up.

"Do you know what day it is tomorrow?" Draco asked, slightly annoyed with the lack of attention Harry was giving him.

"Valentine's day." Harry's eyes remained glued to the text as he answered distractedly.

Draco smirked as he walked behind Harry and leaned in to rest his chin on Harry's shoulder. "I was thinking," he traced the outer shell of Harry's ear with the tip of his tongue, pleased to feel Harry tense at the movement. "Maybe we can do something different this year." Draco sucked Harry's earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it with the precise amount of pressure that he knew would drive Harry wild.

"What do you mean?" Harry's question was intertwined with moans. He fidgeted and groaned loudly when Draco released the earlobe and made his way down Harry's throat, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. Harry tightened his grip on the book until his knuckles turned white as Draco reached over to the front and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I meant," Draco slid the shirt off Harry's slim shoulders, making sure his palms brushed over the sensitive nipples. "That we should do something different this year for Valentine's Day." The path of kisses continued across Harry's shoulders and ended at the pulse point on Harry's neck.

Harry trembled in steadily mounting arousal as Draco lightly scraped his teeth across Harry's skin, and then planted a long, sucking kiss just above his carotid artery. Draco tenderly licked the sensitive blood-reddened mark he had created.

"What do you mean…different?" It took almost all of Harry's willpower to lean forward and thus removing himself from Draco's arousing ministrations, but curiosity got the better of him. After all, it was a common Gryffindor trait.

"I was thinking that instead of me making the plans, you could do it this year."

"Me?" Harry was shocked. They both knew that he was the one without the romantic gene in the relationship; having spent his childhood locked in a cupboard and hunting down dark wizards didn't help develop Harry's romantic side. "I can't think of anything!"

"I'll help you. I already made the reservation for dinner tomorrow night at your favorite restaurant." Draco blew lightly over Harry's damp skin, causing a shiver down Harry's spin.

"Sounds like you have it all planned out." Harry said dubiously. Why did Draco ask him to make plans if he had already made them?

As if reading his mind, Draco added. "You're in charge of the events when we get home."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Huh?"

"I was hoping that maybe you could…say…dress up in a sexy outfit..." Draco smiled dreamily as he pictured Harry in various scandalous outfits.

"Se...sexy outfit?" Harry sputtered.

"Yep, then you can take it off while doing a little dance." Draco was obviously lost in the Harry-Fantasy land in his mind.

"In other words… You want me to strip?" Harry was incredulous.

Snapping his mind back to reality, Draco nodded in affirmation.

Harry searched his mind, desperate for an excuse to get out of the situation; he found one when he glanced down at the book he was clenching.

"'Love dreads change even more than annihilation'." Harry quoted.

"What the hell?!" Draco paused in studying how the little hairs rise on Harry's neck as he exhaled over them.

"Love dreads change." Harry gave Draco his best puppy eyes, "Changes are bad and therefore, I shouldn't do this."

"Nice try. No." Draco pulled the book out of Harry's hands, and scanned the text. Elegant eyebrow shot up, "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you read the first part of this quote?"

"Umm, no. Why?"

"Because it says, ‘Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of its love so that it may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change'." Draco shot Harry a piercing glare, "I'm pretty sure you don't have the cruel idea of killing me, do you?"

"Oops, sorry."

"Too late, my feelings are hurt. I am forever traumatized."

"I'm really, really sorry?"

"Not good enough." A teasing smile appeared on Draco's face.

Harry knew there was only one way out of this situation and it involved something he didn't' feel confident enough to do - strip. Harry didn't feel insecure about his body; Draco had murmured numerous praises during their lovemaking, it just caught him off guard.

Impatient that Harry was taking too long to decide, Draco put on a more sulking look.

Harry sighed when he saw Draco's unhappy face. Although he knew Draco was faking it, Harry didn't want to see the pout on his face. If stripping for Draco would remove it, stripping it would be. He wasn't an exhibitionist, but since Draco would be the only audience, he was willing. "I'll do the stripping thing you wanted me to."

"And I'm miraculously cured!" Draco tossed the book behind him carelessly. "Let's get back to what we were doing."

"Wait," Harry turned his face and Draco's kiss landed on his cheekbone.

"Listening."

"Like you said, I'll be in charge of the event."

"Fine with me." Too lost in his arousal, Draco missed the gleam flashing in Harry's eyes.

Harry grinned as an idea appeared in his mind; since Draco wanted something different, he should get it.

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Valentine's day arrived with roses, chocolates, and a candlelit dinner.

Finally, they returned to their flat. Draco's hands were shaking slightly as he opened the door and his whole body shivered in anticipation of what was about to take place.

Draco paced back and forth in the living room while Harry went into the bedroom to change. He told himself to calm down, there was no point in getting himself all worked up until he had seen what Harry had in store for him.

"I'm ready!" Harry called out.

Draco scrambled to the bedroom, uncaring that his haste ruined the elegant Malfoy image.

The sight that greeted Draco when he entered the room was breathtaking and undeniably arousing. Harry, bathing in moonlight, looked absolutely delicious.

A see-through silk shirt, hanging loosely on the shoulders, accentuated the slim frame. The transparent material barely concealed the firm chest. Low, laced-up leather pants so tight that they almost looked painted on Harry's long legs and the enticing curve of Harry's butt.

The trademark glasses were off and left on the nightstand; vivid green eyes shone brighter without the layer of glass and almost seemed like green flames in the dim lighting.

Draco staggered back as his cock hardened at the sight.

The shirt moved to Harry's side as he picked up his wand and made his way to Draco, baring a flat stomach and taut waistline. Draco wanted to kneel and worship the beauty before him. The faint line of hair leading to what would definitely promise pleasure almost made Draco howl.

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"Draco?" Harry was delighted to discover that he had this much effect on Draco, and it assured him that his plan would work perfectly.

Draco forced himself to lift his gaze up to Harry's face instead of lingering on the lower parts of his body. "Huh?" He replied intelligently.

"Let's play a game." Harry grinned. "Ta-da!" He pulled off the invisibility cloak and uncovered a pool table, cue, three pool balls and a cue ball.

"Wizard Pool?" It wasn't an easy task to focus his attention on anything beside Harry, but Draco managed.

"What's Wizard Pool?" Harry felt a hint of dread; Draco couldn't possibly have played pool before, could he? If he had, the plan might be ruined.

"It's similar to Muggle Pool, but the balls tend to move around." Draco smiled confidently; he was a master at Wizard Pool. "What about the stripping you promised me?"

"Great." Harry grumbled under his breath before continuing; he really should get a copy of ‘The Wizarding World – Daily Knowledge' like Hermione had suggested, then he would have known that there was such a thing as Wizard Pool. "Every time you make the shot, I'll take off one piece of clothing. If you miss a shot, you are sleeping in the guest room tonight."

"Let's play some balls." Draco winked suggestively as he chalked the cue.

Harry shrugged and lied down on the bed, propped up on his elbows. He silently prayed that Draco might miss due to unfamiliarity with Muggle Pool; he wanted to make it difficult for Draco.

Draco sunk the one-ball and as he moved to take his next shot, he told Harry, "Clothes off."

Harry cursed his luck as he straightened up and settled his fingers on the first button of the shirt. He locked eyes with Draco before he slowly slipped the buttons through the holes, trying his best to look seductive.

Draco praised his ingenious plan. He finally got to see Harry strip, a fantasy of his for a long time. Although some of Harry's movements were hesitant and shy, it made him adorable. The overwhelming sensuality combined with a slight hint of innocence was irresistible.

Draco's hands shook as he fought to keep his eyes on the table, moving around to the opposite side to set up his next shot. He sank the ball with ease.

Frowning slightly at Draco's expertise at pool, Harry stood up with an air of elegance usually only possessed by the Malfoys. Slowly, he pulled at the lacing and the pants began to drop and collect around his hipbones. He removed the pants with deliberate slowness and gentle touches, as one would caress a lover's skin.

Draco licked his lips, how he wished it were his hands that slipped the pants off Harry! He suddenly felt extremely thirsty, a thirst that only Harry's seed could quench.

The cue fell out of Draco's hand when Harry stood proudly before him, in a black thong. The leather pants kicked off.

"Like it?" Harry teased, twirled once, giving Draco a complete view, which included his dick bouncing slightly with the movement.

Not trusting his voice, Draco nodded vigorously. Like it? He bloody loved it! He couldn't form a complete thought as his eyes drank in the erotic sight before him. The usually pale skin glowed in a shimmer of silver when contrasted with the black thong.

The Harry displaying himself debauchedly on the bed didn't share one bit of resemblance with the regular Harry, Draco mused. If the regular Harry made Draco hungry, then the Harry on the bed made Draco want to devour him. He made a mental note to ask Harry about his change in personality the next morning.

Draco picked up the cue and smiled when he saw the last ball lined up perfectly with the far corner pocket. In a few minutes, or less, he would have Harry pinned underneath him, chanting his name like a mantra. Draco exhaled slowly and bent low over the table to take his shot.

"Hurry, Draco. I need you." Harry moaned and accentuated his need by ending it with a throaty groan.

Draco heard Harry's moan just as he stroked into the shot; his miscue sent the cue ball ricocheting off the table.

He stared at it in horror, couldn't believe what had just happened. He remained leaning over the table for a moment, mourning the stupidity of the error.

"You lost." Harry stated calmly.

"You did that on purpose!" Draco accused when he took in Harry's wardrobe. Harry was dressed in a blue cotton nightshirt; he had obviously changed while Draco was staring at the table.

Harry blinked innocently. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, Harry! You are not a Hufflepuff!" Draco kicked himself for underestimating Harry, apparently even the model Gryffindor had a bit of Slytherin in him.

"I hope the guest room will be comfortable." Harry resisted the urge to laugh with difficulty. The defeated look on Draco's face made him look like a young child, angry that he didn't get his way.

"Harry," Draco whined. "Can't we just forget about this stupid game? It's Valentine's Day for crying out loud!"

"Nice try. No." Harry threw Draco's words back to him with a victorious smile.

Draco searched Harry's eyes for any sign of relent and sagged his shoulders when he found none. "Fine. Night." He dragged his steps on his way to the door.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

"Thanks." Draco sneered as he walked to the guest room and closed the door. He resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall in frustration, knowing his skull was no match for the bricks. Draco turned on the shower, he needed a cold shower to chase away his hard-on and clear his lust-filled mind. He shivered as the icy water cascaded down his body and cursed his stupidity.

Draco almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a pair of warm arms embracing him from behind, followed by a firm body. "Harry?"

"Yes?" He reached over and turned on the hot water valve.

"I thought I had to sleep in the guest room tonight…" Draco trailed off and let out a moan of contentment when heated water flow over his cool skin and Harry's hand gripped around his stiff cock.

"Wrong, you had to sleep in the guest room for Valentine's Day." Harry smirked a smile worthy of a Slytherin. "It's February 15^th now."

Any response Draco might have had was swallowed back as Harry's lips found his.

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