A/N: Thank you all for your support of this story and its predecessor! Erm, yes, it's the last chapter. And I imagine some of you will be pleased, that is, you pervy ones, that this is The Chapter In Which Harry and Draco Shag. So yes, I have now written a sex scene. I'm a little bit nervous about how it will go down…I hope it's not bad. Anyways so this chapter pushes my story into an M-rating. If you don't want to see them do it, don't read this chapter though and pretend that chapter 7 was the last chapter. Because pretty much this entire one is, uh, of questionable reputation.

Okay, enough of my rambling. I hope you like the last chapter of the second installment of my very first fanfiction.

Disclaimer: No, no, you idiots. Harry and Draco aren't my characters. Don't you know anything?

Chapter Eight

The door to the Room of Requirement banged open, and in bounded a glowing, raucous Draco Malfoy and a grinning Harry Potter.

"Wow, I'm impressed, Harry. Who told you about this place?" Draco remarked as he surveyed the room, which now looked something like a hotel room, with that sort of bedroom/living room combination.

"A batty house elf," said Harry with a shrug.

"Hm," Draco said thoughtfully. "Perhaps they aren't so bad as I thought."

"Actually, it was your old house elf."

"Wh—" Draco looked as if he were either thinking very hard or slightly constipated. Then his eyes widened in recognition. "You mean that one that you set free in our second year?"

Harry smirked.

"That's the one."

Draco relinquished a crooked grin in a sort of amused reverence.

"Oho. Father was so angry. I think he was ready to take the pleasure of killing you away from that old bastard."

"Ha. I'm untouchable," said Harry in mock pride.

"To everyone else maybe. Not to me," Draco added, as he moved in toward Harry with a predatory glint in his silvery eyes that Harry found quite…well, hot.

The two of them were still glistening in their carefully chosen clothes, still flushed with excitement from the party they'd just come from. After they had danced to just that one song, neither of them had felt like staying any longer. The entire place was staring at them. So they'd skipped off to the Room of Requirement, on Harry's recommendation, stealing kisses on the way.

Draco knew quite well what it was he wanted to do tonight, but he wasn't sure if Harry was up for it just yet, and he certainly wasn't going to push him. Even if it did take all his self-restraint to stop himself from jumping him.

Harry was a little bit nervous. He definitely wanted to shag Draco…but it was kind of a big step. He'd never done this before, after all.

Draco suddenly pinned him against the wall, as was a sort of habit with the two of them, due to the inexplicable turn-on they both experienced. Harry leaned forward and captured Draco's mouth with his own, pulling it back with him. They both immediately parted their lips and their tongues met in the middle, engaging in a passionate, burning dance. Draco slid his hands up underneath his boyfriend's shirt, and Harry gave a little shiver and pulled him closer. He wrapped one arm very tightly around the blonde's waist, and brought his other hand up to bury his fingers in the soft, golden strands of hair at the nape of Draco's neck.

They continued on with these blissful actions; moving lips, sliding tongues, and roaming hands, for several moments. Draco tugged desperately at the hem of Harry's shirt, and they parted lips for a split second while Harry pulled it off. In the same instant, Harry's fingers worked quickly at Draco's shirt buttons, eventually getting all of them and pushing the shirt down the boy's thin but hard arms.

Harry looked at the pale slim torso in front of him and it was too perfect. It was too clean and fresh and dry and inviting. He trailed his lips down Draco's jaw and past his white throat. He planted his mouth at the top of chest, just under the protruding bone there, and bit the skin gently, producing a small gasp from Draco. He caressed the blossoming red mark with his tongue before placing a tiny, chaste kiss upon it.

Draco pulled his face back up to his and entrapped him in another air-stealing kiss. Harry suddenly ground his hips into Draco's, eliciting a moan from him as it became clear that both boys were Very Excited. Draco immediately pressed his hardness back onto Harry's, grinding him harder into the wall behind him. They broke off their kiss, both panting heavily. Harry's eyes were wide with surprise. Surprise at the extra little surge of pleasure he'd just had. Draco leaned his forehead into Harry's and cupped his hand around the side of Harry's neck.

"Harry, can we… I mean, I don't want you to…but can…" he breathed, his brain slightly affected by the lack of blood.

"Yes," Harry whispered immediately, surprising Draco so that his head shot up to make eye contact with his boyfriend.

"What?"

"I said yes. Yes. I want to have sex with you, Draco."

Draco's mouth fell open.

"Really? Are- are you sure?"

Harry grinned, looked his very favourite Slytherin in the eye, and said,

"Fuck me, Draco."

Draco gaped for a moment before letting out a hoot of joyful laughter. Harry gave him a shove toward the bed, and he grabbed Harry's hand and virtually skipped over. He placed his hands on Harry's upper arms and pushed him playfully down, before following and leaping onto him. Harry let out a shriek and a scene of childish giggling and play-fighting ensued. When the dust cleared, Harry was splayed out on the bed, with hands on the crooks of his arms, pinning him down, knees surrounding his hips, keeping him in place, and a tongue working its magic in that little indent below his ear and beside his jaw, making the other restrictions utterly extraneous.

"Gah!" he cried suddenly, arching his back and in the course of doing so, letting Draco feel his arousal against his lower abdomen. Draco's head shot up in pleasurable surprise.

"Whoa," he muttered, looking down at Harry with a small smile. "Take off your pants, bitch."

"Do it for me," said Harry, smirking. Draco welled up with pride. He was rubbing off on the boy! Er, in more ways than one. Draco did as he was told, or tried to.

"Harry, can you try to move your penis? It's going to get caught in the zipper."

"I can't move it."

"You want your bits caught in a zipper?"

"You want your bits caught in my ass?"

Draco wised up and undid Harry's jeans, before sliding them down. He then curled his fingers around the waist of Harry's boxers, a nervous excitement coursing through him.

"Do it, Draco," breathed Harry.

And he did. He pulled them down and off, revealing something he'd never seen before. He stared for a moment before glancing at Harry and giving him a reluctant grin.

"I think you could rival my own, Harry, love."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Well I wouldn't know, would I?"

Draco took the hint and stood up. He undid his belt and slipped out of his trousers and boxers.

"Like what you see?" he asked cheekily to a softly blushing Harry.

"Shut up and get over here…" the boy muttered. Draco crawled back on top of Harry, the new, unexplored contact causing a jolt of pleasure. Never before had they experienced so much of the other's skin at once. Never before had their members made such contact, unfettered and unhindered by layers of clothing. Never never never…until now. The two automatically began writhing against each other, creating sweet, hot friction between their bodies, slick with sweat. Harry felt feverish.

"Draco," he said with a shuddering breath. "Can you do it now? Go inside. I'm ready."

Draco sat up.

"You sure?"

"Yes! Merlin! I know I'm a virgin but for god's sake, I know what I want!" exclaimed Harry with a vehemence that Draco attributed to desire and need and randy-ness. He half smiled, and then looked to the small table next to the bed. Right before his eyes, a small tube appeared there.

"This room is magic," he said as he grabbed it and squeezed its contents out onto his fingers.

"Okay, Harry, love, I'm just going to lube you up — otherwise it hurts. Alright?" Harry looked slightly apprehensive, but nodded, glad that at least one of them had experience. He took a sharp intake of breath as he felt Draco's fingers enter him, cool and slippery. He worked around for a few minutes, until Harry was no longer tense and he was sure he was ready.

"Done," he said as he crawled up to be face to face with Harry again. He looked into his boyfriend's gorgeous emerald eyes and kissed his mouth sweetly. He gave Harry a questioning glance, and Harry nodded. Draco kept his eyes on Harry's as he slowly slid in, watching for signs of pain or panic. The emerald eyes widened at first, and he gasped, but then he seemed to relax and he let out the air he'd just gasped in.

"Oh, wow," he whispered, as his eyes half-closed with pleasure, and Draco had to agree. The feeling of Harry tight around him on all sides was incredibly, mind-blowingly fantastic. He began rocking gently and Harry moved with him. Somebody moaned, but they couldn't tell, and didn't care who it was.

Harry was no longer on Earth. This was amazing. He had never felt this close to anybody; to have someone completely inside his body, it was just…ecstasy. He felt himself growing harder and harder, and he knew he was moaning and whimpering, but he couldn't stop it, and he was bucking his hips and wrapping his arms around Draco to pull him even closer, which was impossible, and now he was arching his back and his head was thrown back and he was teetering on the edge of pure bliss, but he didn't want to, but he had to, and then he was biting his lips to stop himself screaming and he came all over Draco's chest.

Stars exploded into Harry's eyes; he was blinded by pleasure and heat and passion.

Draco's cock was positively pulsing, throbbing inside Harry's tight hot space. He was coming, he felt it, but the sight of Harry hitting orgasm was enough to send him over the edge. He squeezed his eyes shut and yelled out Harry's name before exploding inside him. He collapsed onto him, exhausted. The two of them lay in a sweaty panting heap for at least half an hour before Draco summoned the energy to roll off of Harry and speak.

"Harry?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, Draco?"

"That was incredible. Amazing. Fantastic. Otherworldly. Beautiful. Utter and total blackness in bliss."

"Oh, so I'm good, then?" said Harry with a bit of a smile as he turned to face his lover.

"Best sex I've ever had. Harry, that doesn't even compare. It's like, those other things were just sex, but this was…a religious experience," said Draco seriously.

"Now I know why you've always been so eager to get me in the sack," he grinned at Draco, who smiled softly back, before squirming to nestle up to Harry, putting a hand up into his dark messy locks of hair. Harry sighed and leaned into Draco, tucking his head up under Draco's chin and entangling their legs.

They lay there for a while, quietly reveling in the soft, subtle air of utter contentment, before slowly and gently falling asleep.

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When morning dawned, sunlight streaming through the window and casting a solitary beam of dewy yellow onto Draco's face, he awoke with a feeling of happiness that he couldn't place for a moment. Then he felt the arm flayed across his waist, felt the hair tickling his neck, heard the slow breathing next to him.

He felt like he was going to explode with the feelings built up inside of him. The happiness was so intense it was almost unbearable. He almost thought he had a little lump in his throat, but of course he didn't. He was a Malfoy man, after all. And Malfoy's don't cry. And men don't cry. Of course not. They may sleep with other men, but…

Draco shifted a bit so he could look into the face of his lover. Harry was perfect. Truly and beautifully perfect. Suddenly, just as he was gazing at Harry's eyelids, they flipped up, revealing eyes so deep and intensely green that Draco's heart did a little cartwheel. Harry's eyes looked blank for a moment, and Draco almost panicked as he realized that Harry might regret last night, but then he looked at Draco and smiled.

"Good morning," he said, placing a cute little kiss on Draco's lips.

"Good morning," Draco murmured, smiling down at his former nemesis.

They didn't move for a moment, while Draco silently gathered up all his courage. He took a deep breath.

"Harry Potter," started Draco. "I love you."

Harry was quiet for a moment, surveying Draco's sincere face, displaying all the love and affection he could finally verbalize to Harry.

Then Harry's face broke out into a winning smile, a smile that was rare on him; one of pure, unbroken, untouched happiness.

"I love you too," he whispered.

A/N: It's all over now. I do hope that that was okay… Well, see you later, kids. I'm off to go think of ideas for new stories. While I'm thinking, why don't you review?