Author's Note: I've been wanting to read a story like this; been looking for it for a while now. But, I could never find anything just right. Then it occurred to me exactly how this story should go, so I sat down to write it. The majority of the story practically wrote itself inside a week.

Chapters vary widely in length, but will be posted weekly. The story is from Draco's point of view, but for the most part, the camera only turns on when Harry is there too.

Warning: the following chapter is highly censored. The uncensored version can be found at (slash) works (slash) 5692003 (slash) chapters (slash) 13112236 .

Draco's Pov:

I was was having sex with Potter when he started with his inane questions, "Hmm? What's going on?" At least, that's what I thought he asked. It was garbled with sleep, breathy with arousal, and ended with a long moan as I picked up the pace. If he was asking questions, we weren't doing it right.

One of his hands got in my way, trying to touch me or something, so I grabbed it and guided it to my hip. The other hand managed to find my hip without my help, indicating that Potter wasn't totally braindead. I mean, I was doing all the work. How was it so hard for him to keep his hands out of the way?

There were other inane questions too, like, "Is this a dream? I must be…oh yeah, just like that…dreaming," and, "This is the craziest? Ooh ooh, wa, wait, slow down or I'm going to..." I took it as a good sign.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh oh ohhhhh…" Another bit of genius from our savior, his eyes rolling back in his head and his cyclone of black hair flinging about on the pillow as he arched and thrashed his neck. What is with him and always being close? You'd think with as famous as he was and as many people who wanted to fuck him as there were, he'd be a stud in bed.

"You better not dare," I warned as sternly as possible when I was this out of breath. This was hard work and my chest was feeling the exertion.

"Sorry!" he shouted with a cry of pleasure. Fucking useless Potter. Couldn't even wait until I got mine. I felt like bashing him in the nose.

I sighed, lying down on his chest, trying to keep from dislodging him. Bashing him in the nose wouldn't get him ready to go again. My best bet was to check my temper and wait.

"Is this real?" Potter asked through droopy eyes.

"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up as soon as you get ready again," I said, raising a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.

"Promise?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Are we going to have sex again in the morning?"

"It won't take that long, but sure, we can do it in the morning too. We can do it as much as you like, if you get me off," I reassured.

"How do I do that?" he asked innocently.

"Either you need to get an erection, or shut the fuck up. We're not playing school here, Potter."

Up until now, I hadn't believed the accounts of him exclusively engaging in heterosexual activities. I mean, just look at him; he's Potter. I've known he was bent ever since I caught him staring at my arse in sixth year. Sure I was well aware of how long he'd been with the Weasley chick and odds were he was one of the ones who could sleep with a witch when he had to, but it was clear from the beginning that there was no passion there. He was with Weasley for show. Maybe they were friends too and he thought she was safe. Maybe he even loved her in a way. But, he definitely was never in love with her. I'd know if he looked at her like that and he never had.

The way I figured it, Potter's previous relationship with Weasley was meant to further his political career. He'd marry her as a trophy wife; you know, someone who looked good on his arm. Then he'd find some discrete tail to get off, being extra careful to keep it out of the public eye. They'd have some little Potter babies and he'd become Minister for Magic. That's the way I would have done it if I were him. If the thought of fucking a witch didn't make me want to puke.

When the announcement came that Weasley and Potter were splitting up, I naturally assumed that she decided she didn't want to live that life. She wanted a wizard who loved her and a marriage with passion or something of the sort. I also recognized it as my chance to score with Potter, which was part of why I let myself into his place in the middle of the night.

Potter and I hadn't spoken in years; not since the trials and the funerals ended. When I saw him in the streets, he barely gave me a passing glance. I doubted we'd get on any better now than we had in school, so I held myself back every time I got the urge to approach him. If he wasn't going to notice me, I wasn't going to let him know I noticed him. That's why I decided to start with the sex. Depending on how the morning goes, it might just have to end with the sex too. But I was getting my proper fucking before I was leaving.

I drifted off for an hour or so, but then Potter rolled over on top of me. His weight on me was enough to break through my slumber and once I remembered where I was and what I was doing, I was instantly wide awake. I moved to correct the problem, but found myself pinned underneath him, so I pushed on his chest and bucked up into him.

Potter moved, freeing my hands. Then he moaned and started moving his hips in rhythm with me.

"Potter. Potter. Time to wake up, Potter," I called.

"Hmm?" He cracked an eye open, but then closed it again.

"I promised to wake you when it's time for sex. It's time. You need to put your thing back in me now," I instructed.

"Kay," he murmured, but continued to rut against me. "Like this?"

"No, not at all like that. Pull up you moron," I chastised.

"Hmm? Wha?" he asked, raising himself off of me with his arms on either side of me.

I pushed his chest and he rose further, going onto his knees between my legs. But he was looking at me all dazed and confused with those sleepy green eyes of his, so I reached out and guided him. "Push," I instructed.

Potter listened, for once.

"You're so wet for me," he said stupidly.

"Yes Potter, I'm wet for you. It has nothing to do with the leftovers from round one," I said, pushing my body up against him.

"I've never had a dream like this before," he said.

"Of course not," I said.

Despite his protests, he seemed to know what to do from there.

*Censored

When he finally finished and came back to his senses, he moved his hands from my hips to my back, holding me tightly to his chest and he kissed my lips softly. "Oh Love, you were so good. I've never felt something like that. What are you doing, exactly?" Present tense, because I was still doing it.

I squirmed. I wanted him out, but he was holding me too tight to move. Then he was softening. It was then that I realized what I was doing and forced myself to stop. I wanted him in me; that was why I'd come here tonight. Pushing his seed out would ruin everything. I switched to pulling him in, willing with whatever wandless magic I possessed for him to stay inside me, for his semen to stay in me, for it to take. I wanted this. And there was no telling if I'd ever get this chance again.

"I never knew you were so perfect, Love. I always thought…but tonight…two hours inside you. I've never been inside a man before, but it was sort of the same…just better. So much better. If I'd known it'd be this good…" Potter babbled.

"Shut up and go to sleep," I ordered. We weren't dating, so it wasn't my job to listen to his drivel. It was all post-coital sappiness, which he'd take back in the morning, so I tried not to let it warm my heart. I did my best to let it go in one ear and out the other. Too bad that was always so hard with Potter. He had a way of getting under my skin. Now it seemed he was trying to worm his way into my heart. I didn't want him there, I just wanted his seed to take. At least, that's what I told myself.

"Alright. You're tired, hmmm? I fucked you so good you can barely move, hmmm?" he continued. I pressed a finger to his lips to shut him up. Who knew he was such a blabber.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted too. Do me a favor and don't wake me up for another round until morning, Love." And then he pressed one last kiss to my lips and closed his eyes.

I smiled and closed my eyes as we drifted off to sleep together.

Author's Note: Next chapter we'll find out what's going on. Harry will get key answers to important questions, like what is Draco doing in his bed and how did Draco get in his house.

Sorry this chapter is so short, but more than half had to be removed due to cite restrictions.

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