Just a Little Bit Drarry

Author's Note. Well, because someone (hehe) said this fic didn't deserve an M-rating, I decided to add a little more...just a little bit. *grin*

Warning. Rated M for mature themes (some sex and profanity). Mind you, there's nothing too extreme in this...IMO.

Word Count: 2,835

~oOo~

After only a few short steps out into the corridor—and away from gawking eyes—Draco Malfoy pushed Harry Potter up against the stone wall and forcefully joined their mouths. The black-haired young man fought back, of course, because...well, what else was there for him to do. And what else would anyone expect with these two?

But not in the sense of fighting the kiss. No, Harry wasn't fighting that at all. Instead he was trying to assert his own dominance by quickly moving so that he could shove the blond up against the cold wall.

Draco groaned, but continued to snog his once-rival—until he felt the other man's need pushing against his upper thigh.

"Potter. Perhaps...we could take...this...somewhere...a little more...private?" he said, punctuating the last word by reversing their positions again and grinding his own need on Harry's hip.

His lips still on the blond's, Harry nodded. "Room of...Requirement."

Draco immediately ceased the kiss and started to walk away without so much as a comment.

"Hey! What'd I say? Malfoy!" Harry barked in frustration as he went after the other man. "Wait. Come back here!"

"Piss off, Potter!" Draco sneered, quickening his step—which didn't at all deter the dark-haired man.

Catching up, Harry reached out and grabbed the blond's arm and swung him around. "What the fuck, Malfoy?! At least explain," he demanded, confusion clear in his shining green eyes.

Shrugging roughly from Harry's grasp, Draco scoffed. "Really, Potter? The Room of Requirement?"

Harry just stared—for a moment...and then it dawned on him. "We've repaired it," he explained. "It's not...broken anymore."

Draco blinked, then shuddered with obvious pain. "But...how?" he thought, his mind on Vince and his friend's fiery death.

"Magic," was all Harry said.

"I'm...not going into the Room of Hidden Things," the blond insisted.

Harry shook his head. He understood the other man's unwillingness to go into the Room of Hidden Things, but...while it was essentially the same room, the Room of Requirement was not exactly the same—the Room of Hidden Things was just a part of the other, much larger room, and they wouldn't be going into that part of it. Not tonight anyway.

"I can make it...a nice place...for us," said Harry, advancing on the gray-eyed man slowly. Slowly, he reached out and touched Draco Malfoy's chest, then slid his hands up and over his shoulders, melding their bodies together—and then their mouths.

"With a soft...bed...to lie on," he continued, backing the blond into the wall again. "Instead of...a cold, hard wall...to be vertical...against. Yeah?" He grinned, his lips still on the other man's.

And Draco smirked into it as well, losing himself in the kiss—until hands wove into his hair. Turning his head aside—to free is mouth for better communication—he spoke. "Watch the hair, Potter...I don't want it to look like yours."

Chuckling, Harry only yanked harder on the soft, platinum strands and moved his attention to the column of neck bared to him, making the blond moan.

"Are we...gonna do this?" asked Harry.

Draco frowned. "Do this?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. Fuck."

The blond rolled his eyes and maneuvered himself out of the dark-haired man's embrace. "Eloquent, Potter...as always."

Harry just grinned. "There's no place for eloquence in my life, Malfoy. I just say what I'm thinking."

"Clearly," Draco scoffed.

"So?"

"So what, Potter?"

Green eyes rolled. "If not the Room of Requirement, then where?"

"Well, we each have a dorm room," Draco said, shifting on this feet.

Harry's brows raised. "Yeah, with several other blokes in them."

"Point taken." Draco said with a frown. "Well, there are several empty classrooms."

Harry shook his head. "We're not fucking in a classroom...someone could walk in on us."

"Ever heard of locks, Potter?" the blond sneered.

Harry snorted. "Locks don't necessarily keep people from entering. There are spells for opening locked doors, you know!"

Draco sighed. "All right then. Might as well be out in the open. There's a great niche that not many people know about on the—"

"Fourth floor?" Harry finished for the blond. "Yeah. I know about it too. A lot of people do and, as much as I like our classmates, I don't fancy someone stumbling upon us and seeing my bare arse as I—"

"Merlin, Potter, you're going to find a protest for every suggestion I have," Draco complained. "How about outside? Wait. Did you just imply that it would be you fucking me?"

Harry grinned. "I did."

Draco snorted. "I think not."

The dark-haired young man shrugged. "It doesn't actually matter to me, Malfoy. I'm versatile."

"That's a big word for you, Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Are we going to talk about this all night or get down to business?"

"I would rather not have to listen to your nattering all night, no, so...where shall we take this?"

"Not outside," Harry said. "It's cold."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "Where then?" He was getting annoyed, but the prospect of a good fuck caused him to exercise some patience.

"I told you...the best place is the Room of Requirement. But you're against it...for good reason," Harry said, understanding.

The blond shifted on his feet and frowned, his crossed arms unconsciously moving into a more vulnerable position on—around—his body. He appreciated the fact that Potter was somewhat sensitive to his objection.

"Come on, Malfoy," Harry started—then slowly moved closer and took the blond into his arms. "Draco," he whispered, trying the other boy's given name out for the first time. "I promise the fire is gone."

Draco shuddered, but relaxed into Harry's arms. He wanted to cry, but wouldn't allow himself. Not in front of Potter! "All right," he finally murmured.

Harry grinned and squeezed him, then slowly released him, one of his hands sliding down Draco's arm and grasping his hand. "Come on," he said, pulling gently.

Draco nodded and allowed himself to be pulled.

~oOo~

It took several tries to get the room the way he wanted it. This caused Draco to grumble that maybe that meant the room wasn't completely fixed. Harry explained that it was his own fault, because he had conflicting thoughts about how the room should be. In the end, Harry decided the room needed to be comfortable for the blond, since he was clearly uneasy about entering. Harry'd wanted what he was used to; red and gold—warmth! And maybe a fireplace blazing, making the light flicker around the room.

But fire was out—a large one at least—and so was red if Harry had any chance of getting the blond into the room and out of his clothing. And so he thought of the low-ceilinged, dungeon-like Common Room of Slytherin House with its dark walls, greenish lamps and chairs—with skulls all around—and imagined a large bed there as well. Inwardly, Harry had to roll his eyes at the thought of skulls making anyone comfortable, but...well, if they did, they did.

Telling the blond to wait while he checked his creation—for the third time—Harry peeked into the room and smiled.

"Are we going in or not, Potter?" asked an impatient blond.

"Yeah. I think we can go in this one," Harry agreed as he pushed open the door and gestured for Draco to enter.

Draco huffed and walked into the room—then gasped and turned on Harry. "You've been in my Common Room!"

Harry's dark head bobbed. "Yeah. Second year. You were with me."

"What! How?"

"Ron and I...we brewed Polyjuice and—"

"You two brewed Polyjuice?" Draco asked disbelievingly.

Harry laughed as he closed the door, shutting out the world. "Hermione did, actually. She was going to come too, but...she mistakenly put a cat hair in her cup. You should have seen her; she was a disaster."

"Granger's always a disaster!"

"Hey! Be nice," Harry scolded.

Gray eyes rolled. "I'm never nice, Potter."

"True that."

"Piss off, Potter!" the blond snapped—without any animosity.

Harry laughed again. "So. I do okay?" he asked with a gesture at the room.

Glancing around a bit, Draco shrugged. "I suppose," he said, taking a few steps in. His eyes went to the huge four-poster, which stood out prominently in the room. It wasn't the same as the ones in his dorm and somehow that made him feel better about Potter's little invasion on Slytherin House several years back—because that probably meant the Gryffindor hadn't been in the room where he and his housemates slept.

"I wasn't sure about lighting the fireplace," the dark-haired man went on. "Fire and all, but...would it be okay if I..."

As an answer, Draco pulled out his wand and lit a fire. "I don't have a problem with fire," he said. "Not really."

Harry nodded, not quite sure what else to say.

"I never thanked you for returning my wand," the blond said as he slipped it back into his pocket, "I appreciate it."

This time Harry shrugged. "It's yours. I had no right to keep it."

Draco scowled. "You had no right to take it in the first place."

Harry chuckled. "All's fair in love and war."

"Hmm. I suppose," the blond said, looking away and moving toward the bed. It was green...though not Slytherin green. At least it's not red, Draco thought as he reached out and ran a hand over the bedding. It was soft. Not the quality he had at home, mind, but...still quite nice.

This'll do, he decided with a smile. He was glad his back was to Potter, so that the other man wouldn't see the pleasure on this face. He wasn't willing to feed the Gryffindor's ego.

Taking his hand from the bed and bringing it up to the closure of his robes, Draco stilled his features and turned to face Harry Potter.

"All right, Potter," he said, "how are we going to do this?"

Harry shrugged. "Dunno. You said you wouldn't let me bugger you, so..." He let his words trail off.

"I'm actually rather versatile as well," said Draco.

Harry grinned. "Brilliant!" he burst, shouldering off his robes—which had never been closed in the first place—and tossing them over a green chair, then pulling his shirt over his head and doing the same with it. Next, he toed his trainers off. Then, reaching for the button closure of his denims, he popped it open.

Draco watched him, a bit surprised. "You're just...going to strip down?"

Harry stopped, his fly now open. "Um. Yeah?"

The blond chuckled, then moved forward. "How about you slow down," he suggested, spreading his fingers over the other man's bare chest. He looked down for a moment, his eyes on the trail of dark hair that disappeared into Potter's pants—his red pants!—then brought them back up to shining green eyes. "No one's going to interrupt us and, if this is a one time thing here, maybe we should...savor it." Leaning in, Draco brought their mouths together.

It ended quickly.

"Doesn't have to be," Harry said when his lips were no longer attached to Malfoy's. "You know, if we don't want."

Draco blinked, surprised again. He'd assumed Potter wouldn't really want to have anything to do with him afterward. But maybe he would. After all, Potter didn't seem the love 'em and leave 'em type. Nor was he the kind to care what others thought. Draco'd had boys refuse to be seen with him—because of his family's past—and it had hurt. Not that he'd let them know. But he wasn't really ready to jump into anything with the Chosen One.

Except the bed.

Not responding to Potter's words, Draco stepped back and shrugged out of his own open robes, then folded them neatly and placed them on the chair. After that, he reached for his tie and loosened it.

"Leave it on," Harry said, his hands staying the blond's movements, then unbuttoning his shirt.

Draco smirked. "Got a thing for ties, Potter?"

"Not really," he said with a shrug as he disentangled Malfoy's tie from the collar and pushed his shirt open. "Just...wanted to see it on you with no shirt."

"Shall I keep my socks on as well?"

Harry laughed. "Naw. Those can come off with everything else. Unless...you're cold?"

Draco shook his head. "If I get cold, then you're doing something wrong, Potter," he taunted."

"All right," said Harry. "I'll try not to mess this up. But no promises. It's not like I'm all that experienced at this."

"You a virgin, Potter?" Draco asked mockingly.

"Er. No," he said—then felt he should explain. "There were a few Muggles over the summer...after I figured things out."

"I see," the blond said—not at all sure he was pleased with Potter's answer. "All right then. Well, since we both have at least some experience, let's get this—"

"Wait. Some experience. Are you saying...?"

Draco rolled his eyes impatiently. "I'm not a virgin either, Potter. Sorry if I was unclear."

"Oh. Good," Harry said—strangely conflicted about Malfoy's response. "Okay then." He reached out then and took Malfoy's wrist and unbuttoned the cuff, then undid the other and removed his shirt. He was going to toss the shirt on the chair, but the blond grabbed it and scowled.

"This was made in France, Potter. Very expensive," he said pulling out his wand and spelling it onto a hanger.

Harry snorted. "Oh-kay.

Draco smirked. "Just because you dress like a street urchin..."

"Hey! I've never had a choice in much in my life...until now," Harry protested. "And, instead of you giving me shite for everything, could we focus on fucking?"

"Right. Okay," Draco agreed, using his wand to Vanish the rest of their clothing.

"HEY!" Harry all but squealed.

The blond laughed—but it sort of sounded like a giggle and that caused Harry to laugh too. Grinning, Harry pushed his naked, once-rival onto the bed and crawled over him.

"So, who's doing who?" he asked.

"Whom," Draco corrected.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Which one of us is receiving?"

Draco smirked. "I would be amenable to that."

"Really?"

"To be honest, I...prefer it."

Harry's eyes widened. "Really?"

Draco shrugged. "I'd be more than willing to fuck you next time."

Harry chortled a laugh. "Deal," he agreed, then gently rolled the blond over—Malfoy didn't resist at all—and brought his lube-covered fingers to his arse, pushing against but not into his hole.

Gasping, Draco groaned out a, "Wandless magic, Potter?"

"For a while now," Harry responded with a grin. Then he frowned and wiggled his finger around. "Are you...hairless down here?"

Draco snorted. "I spell it gone, Potter. It feels nice."

"I'll say it does," Harry agreed, his finger circling the smooth opening, then pushing inside.

"Oh! FUCK!" the blond burst. "That feels nice!"

Harry pushed in and out a few times, then added two fingers, then removed them completely and used his legs to spread Malfoy's thighs fully and pushed himself into the other man's body until his pelvis was flush with the blond's pert arse—causing them both to moan obscenely.

"Oh! FUCK!" Draco groaned, shuddering.

Harry laughed. "That's what I'm doing," he said as he snapped his hips forward—hard! A few times. And then he snaked his hand around and grabbed Draco's hard and needy cock. It was leaking—shamelessly—and the blond was trembling.

"Merlin, Potter...you're...good at this!"

"I aim to please," Harry said, whipping his body forward, forcing his cock into the blond's prostate.

Draco whimpered, then chuckled when he was able. "And why...weren't we...always...doing this?!"

"Well...newly gay...and all that," Harry said, his hand moving faster over the blond's erection. "And...you were a bit of a prick."

"Don't touch me, Potter!" he gasped out, pushing Harry's hand off his cock.

"What?! Why?"

"I'm really...sensitive. Don't need...you to touch me. Just...harder, Potter.!"

"All right, then," Harry growled, whipping his hips a few times—then screaming out as he came. "I'm sorry," he apologized as he convulsed.

The blond rode it out, then snorted with amusement. "I came as well, Harry. That was...bloody fantastic!"

"Oh good. Merlin, I thought I'd come too soon," he said, pulling out and rolling to his back.

"Well, it would have been fine with me if you'd gone on all night, but...still pretty brilliant, Potter, so I'll forgive you." He collapsed then and rolled to his side and eyed the other man. "Merlin, had I known you were holding that back, I might have tried to pull you sooner."

"The operative word being try."

Draco scoffed. "Fuck you, Potter!"

Harry laughed. "Hey. Wanna do this again...Draco?"

The blond cocked his head. "That's the second time you've used my given name."

"Well, it's not a bad name."

Draco grinned.

"Odd, but...not bad."

Reaching out, Draco slapped the man beside him—and Harry Potter laughed.

"I think I like you...a little bit," Harry said, blushing.

Draco Malfoy grinned again. "I like you too...Harry," he admitted. "Just a little bit."