Note: I thank Bunnybee greatly for the hugs! I needed them when I started writing this *Hugs! And sighs* people actually think I’m a good writer! *stops and pulls foot out of mouth* wow!

 “What did you say?” Harry yawned, attempting to blink the sleep out of his eyes to stare at the person who had woken him. “Draco?”
 
“For gods sake, Harry. Get up!”

 “I’m up!” Harry swung his legs out of bed, staring confusedly at the Slytherin boy who had woken not just him, but the rest of the dorm as well. Draco was even paler than usual, panicked. “What’s wrong?”

 “It’s Emily.”

 “Emily?”

 “Just come on!”

 Harry stumbled out of bed, barely having time to untangle his feet before having to bolt after Draco, grabbing his wand off the table as he went. Dean and Ron looked at each other for a moment before pounding after them, Seamus and Neville following at their heels.

 “Bloody hell…”

 Harry and Draco, however, didn’t even stop to look at it. They staked themselves behind Emily, ready to do whatever was necessary while the others stared.

 Harry stared at the opponent. Big and deep blue and translucent. Whatever it was seemed to have Emily’s hair standing on end. She didn’t even have her wand; something…else was pushing at the thing. And it was getting bigger, filling half of the common room.

 “What the fuck…?” Ron whispered.

 “Some sort of demon,” Hermione answered, never taking her eyes off Emily.

 “Shit.”

 There was a roar, a laugh from the demon and Emily skidded back, her bare feet digging desperately into the floor. Spells shot uselessly from Harry and Draco’s wands, merely sinking into the now purple-blue, gold gilded giant. Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Hermione soon stepped into the fray. Yet still, despite the seven students’ attempts the spells merely soaked into the demons bulk while it’s pointed, smooth face split into a huge grin and something flew from it, sending Emily and Harry crashing back into Draco and Seamus. Ron shaded his eyes from the blast of light that followed it.

 “Wha’ the fuck!”

 Hermione blinked at him in the aftermath of the light. “I. Don’t. Know. But I think I did it.”

 “Well I think it didn’t work,” Dean rumbled, glaring at the huge shape that was still in front of them. “And nothing else has.” He heaved the chair next to him up and
pitched it at the thing, leaving the others wide eyed. But it merely went right through the insubstantial thing.

 “Oh fuck.” It turned towards them and Seamus glowered at it, showering the thing in hot sparks. Nothing. “Shhiiiiit! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.”

 “Finnigan, shut UP!” Draco was up again, having helped Emily and Harry up too. His wand was pointing right at the thing, a grimace of pure hate on his face. He said something and the demon’s head twisted, face contorted in a grimace, and it shrunk slightly, then swelled again.

 “What did you do?” Hermione yelped; sidestepping a shattering from a mirror it had smashed. Somehow.

 “Tried to drain it! It just used the bloody draining spell!” There was another smash, apparently Dean had thought that throwing chairs was at least semi-useful. The demon did seem to flinch.

 Finally in the midst of the ruckus Hermione dragged Emily into a corner.

 “Do you know how it got here?”

 “N’ clue. Someone musta summoned da t’ing.”

 “Summoned…summoned.”

 “EMMY!”

 The mutant girl shot herself back out into the fray, leaving Hermione thinking.
 

 Now magic was basically fizzing in the air. Ever little breath seemed to pop. Even Dean had given up throwing things to go back to the use of his wand. And it just kept getting worse and worse and…

 BANG!

 The door slammed open, and Dumbledore stood there, Neville panting after him.

 “BEGONE!” All the teens could have sworn there was something bother before and after that, but it didn’t really matter because there was a huge explosion and the thing was…gone. But the explosion…

 The explosion rocked the whole wing of the castle and sent all the occupants of the room back against the sturdy stone walls. Harry felt something hit his chest as he
slumped to the floor. He lay there, gasping for a minute, blinking as the dust began to settle both in front of and behind his glasses. Whomever it was who had landed on his chest coughed.

 “Fucking hell.”

 Harry blinked, cleaning his glasses and quickly returning them to his face. “Draco?”

 “Harry.” Draco sighed, seeming to move closer to Harry despite the debris around them. “That was…stressful.”

 Harry nodded, staring at Draco. The boy was dirty, and ruffled, clothes, hair, everything at least slightly out of place, pale cheeks flushed with adrenaline. Before he could really think about it he hauled the boy up further on his chest and kissed him, hard. Draco moaned slightly and responded quickly, his hands sifting into Harry’s hair. Harry let his hands stroke down Draco’s shoulders to his back, caressing, landing on the small of that perfect back and tightening possessively as his tongue claimed Draco’s hot mouth. Not bothering with questions, there was no time for questions, just this energy and the attraction.

 Draco squirmed slightly, and Harry’s hand slipped onto his ass. Draco hummed in his throat, making Harry moan around his tongue.

 “Harry…somewhere else…”

 “Hmmmm?” Harry’s hand moved to the front of Draco’s robes and the boy gasped.

 “No, I mean…ooohh… Room. We need a room.” Draco hoisted himself up over Harry. “There are too many people here, don’t you think?”

 “Somewhere comfortable then?” Harry was damned if he wasn’t going to do something to Malfoy. Something to make up for the weeks of the beautiful boy hiding in
the shadows, for what he had done that morning. “Somewhere close.” He was aroused by the boy on top of him and he knew it. “But it does mean we have to get up.”
 Draco slid from Harry’s body, touching him the whole way, and stood, holding out a hand to Harry. They left the common room, not entirely unnoticed by the others and headed out into the hall, they had gone barely fifteen steps before Draco pulled Harry into a small room and locked the door behind him. Harry quickly took inventory of the room.

 A couch? That’ll do I suppose. It’s certainly big enough.

 “You still there, Harry?” Draco asked, sliding himself back into the Gryffindor boy’s arms. Harry chuckled, nodding, and pulled Draco closer to him, tumbling him onto the couch.

 “This what you wanted?” he asked.

 “Yeah…” Draco arched up, capturing Harry’s mouth and, moaning, letting his legs fall open so that Harry settled in-between them. Draco purred, broadening shoulder and strong arms encased him making feel safe, protected, and…god…so fucking hot. Strong callused hands cupped his buttocks, making him shudder in delight as a long finger traced stealthily between them through his clothes.

 “For gods sake, Harry,” he breathed. “Let me get undressed.”

 Robes were shed quicker than should have been possible, leaving the two in what they had slept in. For Harry that was boxers, for Draco…

 He lay pale and entirely naked before Harry on the deep blue couch. The color of the cushions setting off his pale skin and his silver blond hair to a degree that he looked almost pure white. Harry felt himself shudder just looking at the other boy. For one who was supposed to be so dominant and self sufficient Harry thought Draco looked quite defenseless spread out beneath him- pale and nearly begging to be taken, back and neck arched, legs spread, slim penis arching away from his body. Somehow unsurprisingly Draco still managed to look somewhat cold, somewhat cut off, but still so…

 “Beautiful,” Harry breathed. Not even really aware he had spoken aloud. He realized only when Draco’s light eyes fluttered open and stared at him, desperate and scared, so different from barely a minute ago. The boy twined his hand with Harry’s, holding both of them up to where he could see them. Harry looked too, examining the contrast between his golden skin and Draco’s pale near white.

 “Me?” Draco half sobbed. Harry merely nodded mutely and brought their connected hands to his mouth to kiss Draco’s. Then he bent to brush his lips against the other boy’s again, barely tasting Draco’s pale lips till a hand clamped on to the back of his neck and Draco’s lips parted beneath his, urging him further. Tongues met and danced, wet and smooth, Draco withdrew slightly, sucking Harry’s tongue into his mouth, trying to devour more of the boy’s taste. Harry tasted of honey and other sweets, but laced in there was something metallic, surprising, and Draco was getting drunk off of it. He whimpered slightly when Harry pulled back in order to breathe and almost immediately pulled Harry back down to him again skin to skin. He slid his hands over Harry’s back, all hard muscle and tan skin. Harry’s hands had slid back down, cupping his ass, pulling Draco up tight against him, rubbing against him as he slid between Draco’s open legs. Draco whimpered, rocking back against Harry.

 “God…Harry…”

 One of Harry’s hands moved back up, curling around Draco’s skull, pulling him in to another deep kiss.

 “Draco…how…what exactly…”

 Draco could think of a thousand enticing, sexy things to say. Small, arousing phrases. But what came out of his mouth was:

 “Can we…would you…can we make love? You in me?” Tentative and unsure, what he wants but…

 “You sur…”

 “Yes. Please.” Want it so bad can taste it.

 Harry kissed him again, sweeter than the last time, almost a thank you. Draco kissed back happily. Then broke the kiss, and flipped Harry on to his back, beginning to lick his way down the dark haired boy’s strong body. Kissing and nipping at whatever he could get at, leaving slight marks. His warm tongue lapped over Harry’s already stiff nipples, lingering for a minute before heading further down, tracing the lines of muscles and making Harry giggle slightly when he tongued his belly button. Giggles that faded into deep moans as Draco lapped at the head of his cock, then in one slick motion takes it most of the way in. Barely sucking, but hot…oh so hot.
Draco’s talented tongue licking up the underside and Harry grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back up.

 “How do I get you ready?” he asked, gasping. Draco smirked, his tongue lapping at the rim of Harry’s ear as he whispered into it.

 “Find my robes…I should have some lotion in a pocket of them,” he chuckled. “You know what to do with that?”

 Harry blinked. Oh…OH! “Yeah…”

 “Good.” Draco flipped them back over, spreading himself out beneath Harry yet again.

 “It’ll be easier if you…roll over,” Harry hesitated. With a sly smile Draco did as requested. Sliding his skin against the other boy’s as he moved.

 Draco gasped at the smooth cold glide of Harry’s lotion covered finger against his anus. He squeaked slightly. “Harry! Cold!”

 “Sorry.” Harry reached off the couch for his wand and warmed the lotion with a spell. Draco sighed this time when he repeated the caress, shuddering from the pleasure of the touch rather than the cold. He rolled his hips backward instinctively, forcing Harry to touch him harder, deeper.

 “Oh!” He gasped again at the unexpected stretch of the tip of Harry’s finger slipping inside him. Then a little more slipped in and he hissed. It hurt. But maybe if he just squirmed for a moment…

 “You want to stop?”

 Draco shook his head and sighed as the pain faded. “No…”

 Harry nodded and continued stretching Draco slowly, wincing at the slight whimpers of pain. He was up to three fingers when he brushed something that made Draco
stiffen and yelp.

 “You alright?”

 Draco hissed. “Oh…fuck yes. That…”

 Harry twisted his fingers, grinning as Draco let out another yelp and his smooth, strong back twisted slightly off the couch. Harry felt something curl in his stomach as Draco’s ass pushed back against his fingers.

 “Draco, I…”

 “Yes, Harry.”

 Draco gasped. But it hurt! Harry was thicker than his fingers had been and he…wasn’t moving? Draco took a deep breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it might not be so bad… god…good…full.

 “You…alright?”

 “Fine,” Draco gasped. “Just move!”

 It started out slow, bumpy and confused, then it got…hot. Extraordinarily hot. Harry moved slightly differently, scraped something inside Draco. Draco shoved back, hissing.

 “God, Harry!”

 Harry moaned as Draco inadvertently tightened around him. It burned through him and he bent, nipping and licking at Draco’s neck hot but somehow…sweet. Something in Draco broke and he slumped forward with a sob, Harry moving with him. He cried out then, coming hard and unexpectedly as Harry’s hand stroked down his side, barely brushing his penis.

 “Harry!”

 Another hard thrust shook him and Harry came too, filling him with warm seed. Draco shuddered, unable to rouse himself enough to move as Harry collapsed on top of him. Felt good, that warmth filling him, a tiny bit trickling out and down his thigh as Harry pulled out. He gasped again, empty! So different from the fullness of only a minute before. Nonetheless within moments both boys were fast asleep, exhausted.
 
 

Heehee! Finally! Yeah, I know my sex scenes could use some improvement. But let’s put it this way…they’re better than they were. So c’mon. Give me ideas! Though the next chapter is Ron and Neville, as promised. Review! PLEASE! With chocolate covered Dracos on top! Or Harrys, your pick. *Giggles*
~Isabella

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