AN: So sorry it took me so long to update.

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"Potty?"

"Mmmm."

"I'm tired."

"Mmmm."

"Are you tired?"

"Mmmm."

"Is that all you can say?" Draco demanded as he raised his head to look at Harry. However Harry's eyes were closed and a small smile was on his lips. Their earlier actions had suddenly stopped when they both seemed to crash from their alcohol high. They ended up asleep in each other's arms, Draco still on top; though they were pretty sober this time around.

"Mmmm."

"Bastard."

"Mmmm."

"Wake up."

"Five more minutes," Harry mumbled.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"But I don't wanna."

"So?"

"So let me sleep."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Well at least get off this couch."

"Why?"

"People can see us."

"So?"

"So, people can see us."

"Right."

"And I have a reputation."

"Right."

"I'm Draco Malfoy."

"Right."

"You're Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. My enemy. The Golden Boy. A Gryffindor."

"Right."

"We can't be seen together making nice-nice."

"Nice-nice?"

"Yes."

"Right."

"You bloody bastard, get off this couch."

"I see your point. 'Tis a lovely point. One flaw however."

"That is?"

"I can't move. You're on top of me. If you're so keen on not being seen with me, why didn't you leave?"

Draco blushed. "I, well, you see….."

"Right."

"Arsehole."

"Prick."

"So…."

"So."

Draco climbed of Harry and stood. As he stretched his arms above his head, Harry caught a glimpse of the pale chest.

"You're missing a few buttons."

"Wonder how that happened," Draco replied glaring at Harry.

"No clue," Harry said, grinning sheepishly. Though he had a pretty good idea it was his fault, but who could blame him? Malfoy was a sexy as hell.

"Sure you don't."

"I don't."

"Whatever."

"Come back here," Harry said pulling on Malfoy's arm as Draco began to walk away.

"Look Potter, I already told you, we can't be seen together."

"So?" Harry said pulling Draco on top of him.

"Potter! What the fuck are you doing?"

"What? I'm cold. Loss of body heat. Your fault."

"Potter," Draco began, but was cut off with Harry's lips. He felt arms wrap around him as he was pulled deeper into the kiss. Harry, however, decided the kiss was done, much too soon for Draco's liking. "I… what?… Potter."

"What?"

"You kissed me!"

"Wow. Your observation skills astound me, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco looked at Harry, expecting him to still be drunk.

"No I'm not drunk," Harry said.

"I wasn't thinking that."

"Yes you were."

"Shut up. I already told you we can't be seen together, and now you're kissing me?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Well, you're as sexy as hell."

Draco smirked.

"And I'm as sexy as hell."

This time Draco rolled his eyes.

"Together, god that's just too much."

Draco hit Harry with a pillow.

"Feisty, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Maybe."

"Just how I like them."

"Men or women?"

"Both. You see, I like yourself seem to find pleasure in a wide variety. Though men seem to catch my fancy a bit more."

"Interesting."

"I thought so."

"Git."

"Language, Mr. Malfoy. Tsk, tsk."

"What are you going to do? Punish me?"

"Well, now that you mention it…."

"Too bad you can't catch me."

"What?" But before Harry finished, Draco was off the couch and running in the opposite direction. "You bastard!"

"Language, Mr. Potter," Draco mimicked over his shoulder before running toward one of the private rooms.

"Careful where you run."

"Why? I know exactly what I'm doing."

Harry stopped mid step. "What?"

"Come now, Mr. Potter, there is footage to be filmed."

"Oh, now I'm just a quick shag for some cheap porno?"

"When weren't you?"

"Ow. That hurts."

"Maybe if you catch me, I can kiss you and make it better."

"Kiss me where?"

"Wouldn't you like you know."

"Fuck yeah I would."

"Too bad."

"What?"

"I can't tell you because that would ruin the surprise. I also can't kiss you if you can't catch me. Duh."

"I should add punishment for your cheek, Mr. Malfoy."

"My cheek eh? Right or left?" Draco teased by playfully squeezing both of his arse cheeks in turn.

"Such a tease, Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes. Yes, I am."

Harry jumped over a chair and went to grab Draco's arm, but Draco had already entered the room and shut the door.

"Malfoy! Open this door!"

"It is open."

"Oh. Right," Harry said smiling as he also entered the room. He saw Draco with his shirt off and his hands at his pants. "Expecting something, Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco paused.

"Now, now, Mr. Malfoy, your eagerness is not needed."

Draco scowled and lifted his hands from his zipper.

"I take it you cast the spell."

"Filming as we speak."

"Excellent," Harry walked over and flopped onto the bed. He sighed and stretched his hands over his head. In a matter of seconds Draco moved to the bed with great speed and chained Harry to the headboard. "Wha?"

"Shh, Mr. Potter. Clearly you have realized that you are handcuffed to the bed."

"I see. How kinky of you, Mr. Malfoy. So comfortable, so soft. Handcuffs you say?"

"Yes. There are of the pink and fuzzy kind."

"Lovely choice."

"I thought so."

"One problem."

"Oh?"

"I'm not the sub."

"I see. That's very nice of you to think that, but seeing as you are chained up, you will bottom."

"Well unchain me."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because you want me to fuck you."

"I do?"

"Yes, you want me inside of you, you want me to make you come, you want to scream my name."

"Wishful thinking, Mr. Potter. However, it is you that will be screaming my name as I come inside you."

"Gonna force me?"

"Maybe."

"I like it rough."

"Really?"

"You have no idea."

"Well, I'm going to find out."

"Feel free, but I will get you back."

"Threats, Mr. Potter?"

"Oh, but of course, Mr. Malfoy."

"Right then. Legs, Mr. Potter, spread now."

"Yes, sir."

"Sir?"

"Master then?"

"I like master."

"Mr. Malfoy, you seem to have a fetish for domination."

"Mr. Potter, it is master now, and bravo. You seem to catch on quick."

"Thank you, it is a gift of mine."

"Right, well legs then."

Harry spread his legs and soon found them bound to the bed.

"Do I get a collar as well?"

"Only if you want one."

"Yes, master. I would like a collar. Emerald green, leather, silver studs. You know, the works."

"Your wish and I'm in command," Draco said as a collar attached itself to Harry's neck. Harry went to raise his head and found that his collar was fastened to the bed as well. He looked at Draco. "What?" Draco said shrugging.

"You kinky bastard."

"You're not complaining."

"So?"

"Enough talk, let's get undressed shall we?"

"Well, I'm not in a position to do so."

"No, but you seem to be in a difficult position, a hard position."

"Bondage turns me on," Harry's nonchalant voice replied.

"Who's the kinky one now?"

"I never said I wasn't."

"Oh, right then. Devenez déshabillé."

Harry felt a sudden chill and realized he was now naked. Draco looked down at Harry with hungry eyes.

"See something you like?"

"As a matter a fact I do. Quidditch seems to favor you," Draco said running a finger across Harry's chest. Harry shivered at the contact. Draco smirked.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"I know."

"Vain git."

"Shush you."

"Make me," Harry said sticking out his tongue.

Draco leaned forward pressing his naked chest to Harry's, "I will." He took Harry's tongue between his lips and sucked it lightly. When Harry gasped, Draco took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his rival's mouth. Draco pulled back quickly and Harry frowned. Draco leaned forward, "May I remind you that we have decided to become insanely drunk, manage to regain soberness, and put aside our differences to fuck. We are fucking for a video, meaning don't frown, grimace, or put on any other ugly facial expression. It's unbecoming and it doesn't look good on tape ok? Now smile; act like you're having a good time because we will have an audience. I will win this contest. Malfoy's always win."

"Except in Quidditch," Harry said smirking. In a matter of seconds he found Draco's fist connected with his face. "Fucking hell."

"Agree to my statement."

"What statement." Harry felt another attack on his cheek, though it didn't seem to hurt as much, probably because his entire left side of his face was now numb.

"Don't frown."

"Fine."

"All right then."

"Can we fucking finish this already so I can leave without any more attacks on my face?"

"It's your own damn fault."

"Whatever."

"Do not sass either."

"Okay, before we start can you list all your crazy ass demands?"

"No frowning, sassing, grimacing. No sarcasm or cheek. No acting like you aren't enjoying yourself. No crying or wincing. No sissy actions. No saying 'I love you.' No sappy, mushy shit. No whining. No complaining."

"Fine."

"Do you have to be so fucking difficult?"

"Yes."

Draco hit Harry again, though on the other side of his face.

"Getting off on that?"

"Fuck you."

"Well, funny you mention that," Harry said bucking upwards as much as his binds allowed.

"Stop already."

"Done? What a shame."

"Potter."

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be so stiff," Harry giggled, "okay, never mind be stiff. Well, since you already are, I guess, stay stiff."

"You think you're so god damn funny?"

"I try."

"We should really just start over."

"Well, we could edit this out."

"Really?"

"I have no clue, but we could try."

"Okay. Fine. I just chained you up and charmed your clothes off. Action!"

Harry burst out laughing.

"What?"

"It's a Muggle term, when they're filming."

"What is?"

"Action."

"God, Potter. I don't think I can do this."

"What? Why?"

"You're just so, well, I don't think…"

"Spit it out."

"I don't think you'd be good in bed, I think you would laugh too much."

"You think I'd suck because I laugh?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

Harry stared at Draco.

"Look I'm really sorry," Draco climbed of Harry and walked out of the room.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Harry Potter sat upright or tried to but something was on top of him.

"Potter what the fuck are you doing?" a very unhappy Draco Malfoy said after he was rudely awoken by someone screaming in his ear.

"I uh, had a bad dream."

"A bad dream?"

"Yeah."

"About what?"

"That I was bad in bed."

TBC