Disclaimer: All the characters used in this story are the sole property of J.K Rowling (and some other big company whose name I do not remember. Sorry, no insults intended, just my bad memory). They are not mine. I take credit for the characters' actions and thoughts in this story, though (often used as they are).

A/N: I wrote this ficlet during an exeptionally boring lecture (that professor is always boring, but he reached new hights yesterday). It is my very first attempt at writing a sex scene and PWP (but it's nothing explict, sorry).

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R (I'd say PG-13, but with FF.net it's better to overrate).

Warning: homosexual pairing (if this troubles you don't read it), PWP (my first ever)

Falling

Sneaking out after curflew, walking through the dark corridors, empty hallways.

Just happen to meet him in the middle of night as they just by chance walk into the same corridor.

 Noticing each other. Standing still for a moment, endless moment. Walking slowly, so slowly towards each other. Listening to their steps in silence, their beathing. Could heartbeats be so loud? Can he hear mine?

Reaching out with your hand, touching his fingertips. Always drawn to him…

Kissing in the corridor, desperate. Tumbling together into a room, into a bed.

Whose bed? Doesn´t matter.

Whispered pleas, mumbled confessions, sounds of lips meeting lips. Fumbling fingers, buttons that just won´t open, getting more and more frustrated, rustle of clothes, sound of something tearing.

"Hey, that was my favourite shirt!"

"And those were my favourite trousers!"

Laughing together, looking at each other, silencing. Feeling heat...

Breathing heavily.

"Beautiful..."

Moan, moving, grasping. Fingers curling around each other.

Heat.

Gasping for breath. Why do people need to breath?

Bodies moving together.

Higher, higher.

Throwing back your head, grounding your hips down again and again. Feeling your beloved answering you, rising up to meet you.

Fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head down, face to face, eyes to eyes. Green eyes, filled with passion, desire, heat.

Lips, glistening, swollen. From your kisses. Inviting.

Only him.

Down, kissing deep, deep into your lover.Together, love, together.

Become as one. Be one.

Heat rising, pulling, searching, reaching...

Stopping –

light/darkness/light/darkness/light – love, together, love.

Down, falling, crashing, coming back together.

Breathing slower, calmer.

Kissing tenderly, slowly. Holding each other, him tracing his fingers over the Mark on your arm.

You hear your voice:

"Fall with me."