Harry landed face down in the thick carpet of his living room. He groaned.

He had kissed him.

He had kissed Draco Malfoy.

The dark haired man pushed himself up into a sitting position before placing his head in his hands.

He groaned once more. "Why did I do that?" He asked himself, before struggling to his wobbly feet and wondering towards the couch. They had just become friends, now he had gone and ruined it.

He drug his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends. Harry felt woozy. "I'm drunk." He muttered, glancing around the room. "I'm drunk….and sick." He stood up, the motion causing the alcohol in his stomach to lurch. Harry ran towards the bathroom just in time to be sick into the toilet.

Harry sighed, smoothing his hair back out of his eyes. "I….I need to stop talking to myself." He jumped at the sudden ting…ting…ting against his tin roof.

It had started to rain.

Harry scrambled up, rinsed his mouth out in the basin and wandered back into the kitchen of his apartment.

Ting…Ting…Ting…

He opened his refrigerator, searching for something to calm his tumultuous stomach. Harry pulled out some cheese. He shrugged. He really needed to go grocery shopping. He set the block on his counter and began searching for a knife.

Ting…Ting…Ting…

He carefully sliced a piece of cheese and popped it into his mouth. He mused, wondering why he didn't just use magic to cut it.

Chewing, he leaned against the counter and watched the rain begin to come down even harder. He still couldn't believe himself.

But his lips had felt nice…He bit his own lower lip, thinking of the cool metal of Draco's lip ring pressed against his mouth. What would it feel like to tug on it? Would Draco like it? He had too, or else he wouldn't have gotten it… Harry shook his head. "Quit it!" He muttered.

He sliced a few more pieces of cheese and returned it to the refrigerator. Harry took his snack and sat by the window, watching pedestrians running with their hands over their heads, trying to shield themselves from the rain.

Ting…Ting…Ting…

Chewing, he looked up, seeing someone walking slowly down the street, an umbrella in hand, their head bobbing to the left and right, clearly looking at house numbers. He watched as the figure under the umbrella moved along the street, coming closer and closer to his own door step.

Harry vaguely had the feeling he associated with catching a Death Eater when he was an Auror. He wondered who this person was, it's face shadowed under the umbrella. He watched as the person turned open the gate to his apartment complex, and then proceeded up the small set of stone steps to Harry's front door.

He squealed when his doorbell rang loudly in his quiet house. Harry stumbled to his feet, peering at the figure through his peep hole.

"Who is it?" He called out.

"Potter just open the bloody door, its pouring out here!"

Harry clumsily opened the door, seeing that Draco was sitting there, under the umbrella.

"Can I come in?" Draco asked his head tilted slightly to one side, giving the air of a puppy dog wanting attention.

Harry nodded and stepped back, letting the blonde into his living room.

He shook his umbrella, which turned out to be his wand, the vinyl sucking back inside the instrument. He shucked his shoes at the door and moved further into the room. Draco examined the meekly decorated room, his eyes raking over the few items in the room. He then turned his grey eyes to Harry, and said. "So, I would like an explanation"

Harry swallowed and looked away. "Well…"

"Well what, Potter? I thought things were going fine." Draco said, his eyes sparking.

"Well, I kissed you…" harry began.

"So? So what that you kissed me? Did I run away repulsed and cry? No. I started to kiss you back and then you sprinted off like a pansy!" Draco said loudly. "Was it me? Did do something wrong?" He said, bringing his hands to his chest. "Or where you just trying to lead me along?"

Harry felt his insides squirming nervously. He thought he might be sick again. "No..."

"Well then what, Potter. Explain."

Harry glanced up; his emerald eyes meeting ice colored ones, the latter were filled with tears. Draco hastily wiped them away. He sighed. "I panicked."

"Why."

He shrugged. "Because it's weird…us." He looked down once more. "I mean…us…how can we just go from hating each other…to this."

"What do you mean? This?" Draco asked, crossing his arms, his eyes still sparkling with tears.

Harry dug his socked toes into the carpet. "I mean us…as friends….or whatever we are now that I kissed you."

Draco made a feeble attempt at a laugh. "You think we are more than friends now just because you kissed me?" He pushed at Harry slightly. "Merlin, Potter, do you not know anything about relationships?" He teased.

Harry blushed. "Well…"

Draco laughed, turning Harry's insides to jelly with the sound. "Well…Harry. That doesn't make us together. It takes a lot more than that." The blonde inched towards him, glancing up at the slightly taller male. He hesitated for just a fraction before wrapping his arms quickly around Harry's waist.

He yelped, thinking that Draco was going to punch him, not hug him. Harry relaxed and allowed himself to wrap his arms around the man's shoulders, resting his cheek against the side of Draco's head.

"You're going to get ointment on my shirt, Potter." He growled playfully, pulling back slightly and tilting his head up.

Harry bit his lower lip. "Sorry." He made to move his arms, but Draco insisted he keep them there.

"Nothing a cleaning charm can't fix, right?" His eyes roamed Harry's face.

Harry laughed softly, examining the man in front of him. His eyes were more of a blue than a grey, with minute flakes of gold littered throughout his irises. He felt his stomach tighten with arousal as Draco chewed a corner of his lower lip, which to Harry's surprise, was full and pouty. He had assumed the man's mouth would be thin to match the rest of his appearance. He gasped out loud when the blonde sucked his lip ring into his mouth, tugging on the jewelry.

"W-what are you doing?" He asked softly.

"Nothing, why?" Draco murmured in a seemingly innocent voice. He canted his head slightly to the side, exposing a length of creamy skinned neck. Harry saw the man's fluttering pulse beating there.

Harry's pulse on the other hand was quite erratic, the blood in his head threatening to divert south. Harry stammered, able to make words come from his mouth as he felt Draco pressing against him, pushing him slightly backwards, towards the arm of the couch. He felt his bottom connect with the cushioned armrest and he placed himself upon it.

Draco, whose eyes were no longer filled with tears, but were rapidly darkening with arousal, stepped between Harry's now parted thighs. The blond smoothed his hands over Harry's chest, moving his mouth irresistibly close to his. Draco smirked. That damn smirk that threatened to undo Harry.

Draco mewed, his eyes locking with a pair of now blazing green eyes. "What's wrong Harry?"

The man groaned. "Will just go on and bloody kiss me already!" He breathed, his body tensing with anticipation. He hoped this would go better than last time.

"Oh, that's what you want?" He asked reaching up and tracing his fingertips around the shell of Harry's ear, earning a shuddering gasp from the dark haired man. "No running away scared this time?"

Harry shook his head. "No, no running." He whispered.

Draco smirked once more, before pressing his mouth against Harry's kissing him slowly.

Harry wriggled, moving his hands up to draw the man closer.

The blonde giggled softly against his lips, swiping his tongue across the seam of his mouth. Harry opened willingly, letting him explore the insides of his mouth.

"Cheese, Harry?" He teased, before trailing his lips across his cheek and neck, stopping to nip at his earlobe. "Mmmm, well aren't you just fancy."

Harry smoothed his hands up Draco's back, his body wracked with sensations as the man dusted his lips slowly over his neck and collarbone, sucking at his skin. "You-y-you like i-i-t." He managed to stammer out.

Draco smiled, his teeth pressing against Harry's fevered skin. "Maybe I do." He reached down and proceeded to yank Harry's shirt up and over his head. He continued his assault on his chest. Harry felt his head throbbing dully. He reached up and grasped Draco and fell backwards, onto the cushions of the couch, bringing the blonde with him.

He squealed, his bright hair falling into Harry's face as he scrambled to adjust on top of him. Draco threaded a hand into a mop of much darker hair. He pressed his hips against Harry's. Harry flushed pink.

"Hmmmm, you seem to be a little excited there Potter." Draco teased, his eyes sparkling. He kissed Harry deeply, his tongue battling against Harry's.

"I can't help it." He whispered, watching as a blonde head moved lower, kissing along his stomach, nipping at his belly button.

"Why's that?" Draco murmured, his breath warm against Harry's flesh, causing him to erupt in goosebumps.

"Because…I like this."

"You like what, Harry?" He asked his eyes now cobalt as he glanced up at him, his perfect mouth inches from the throbbing lump in his jeans. "Me kissing all over you? Or is it that my mouth is soooo close to your cock?" He mouthed the outline of his straining erection, the friction driving Harry crazy.

Harry moaned. "Yes!" he hissed.

This golden haired monster carefully undid his jeans, peeling them away as he sat up, resting upon Harry's knees. He laughed softly, and cupped him through the thin material of his boxers. "Well, that's good." He said, grinning wickedly. Draco pulled his boxers down, biting his lip ring as Harry's cock sprung forward, hard and heavy. "My, my, Mr. Potter, you are excited." He gripped him firmly, causing Harry to cry out. The blonde slowly stroked him, pulling moans from the man. He smeared his fingertip around the head of Harry's cock, his pre-cum oozing at each touch.

"Oh, Merlin Draco." He breathed, as the man sucked his finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digit.

Draco smiled. He then reached down to his own trousers, undoing them and pushing down his boxers. He stroked his own cock, just as hard as Harrys, the ruddy tip dripping with pre-cum as well. Draco pressed his hand around their members, squeezing gently, and then began to stroke.

Harry gasped, watching in awe as this man did so, pulling sensations from him he never knew possible.

"Feel good, Harry?" Draco asked as he rubbed their cocks.

He nodded, reaching up and smoothing his hands over the blonde's chest. "Yeah, it's pretty brilliant."

He smiled and leaned down dragging his tongue up Harry's length. Draco engulfed him into his mouth, sucking hard. "Do you want me?" He asked, kissing his tip.

Harry laughed. "That's a stupid question." His heart nearly stopped as he watched Draco stand and remove his jeans and boxers. He reached for his wand, tapping it against his skin. He wrinkled his nose. "That's always such a weird feeling."

"What do you…?" Harry's mouth fell open as his sentence died away. Draco had climbed back onto his lap, grasped Harry's erection tightly, and lowered himself onto it.

"Oh…fuck." Draco whimpered when he was fully seated on Harry's cock. "That…..mmmmm that's good." He fell forward, planting his hands on Harry's chest and lifting his read end.

Harry gripped the man's jips, shuddering as he slipped back downwards. "Oh Draoc…"

The blonde grinned and began to pick up the pace, teasing Harry with his rhythm, slowing down and speeding up, rocking his hips from side to side, bringing him to the brink and backing off.

Harry wanted to yell. He reached forward and gripped Draco's cock tightly, stroking him, spurring him onwards.

Draco dropped his head down, his blonde hair, now slick with sweat was plastered to his face. Harry moaned, in awe of how beautiful this tattooed Adonis was, who was now clearly on the edge.

"Harry!" He cried out, coming in spurts all over them, his head lolling back.

Harry, who felt the boy fluttering and squeezing around him, came as well. He felt his heart pounding against his chest, something unfurling in his stomach as the blonde rode out his orgasm, then toppled onto him, his face buried inside the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Draco panted his breath against Harry's damp skin. "Wow…can you imagine when we aren't drunk how good this will be?"

Harry laughed. "Wow, way to be romantic."

The blonde tugged on his nipple, causing Harry to yelp. "SO…would you be willing to do this again?" He asked after a few moments.

Harry looked down at him, his heart swelling. "Yeah…"he said finally. "I think I would be willing to do this for a while."

END!

A/N: Well, it's finished. I know, I know, cruddy ending. But I'm sappy, I can't help it.