Disclaimer: I do not own Monsieur Potter et Monsieur Malfoy. I just make them do naughty things ;)

Now, for the long awaited epilogue. Well to some people it might be... I got a little put off by someone calling my story a 'mediocre start for a shagfest'. Which it kind of is, but hey, you don't see me insulting anybody else's stories!

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It had taken Harry hours to get away from all the Gryffindors intent on clapping his back and shoving yet another glass of Butterbeer into his hand. The amount Harry had consumed tonight was enough to get atleast ten House elves drunk, but it made Harry's head feel pleasantly light. Harry was not drunk. No, definitely not. He was just happy...yes that was it. He was happy.

Hmmm Hermione hadn't thought so when she was giving me those worried looks at the party.

The party in the Common room had started when Harry had come out of the maze. His fans were apparently deaf to his pleas to be allowed to have a shower before the festivities. He was instantly bombarded with food, drinks and even in some cases; girls. Now Harry couldn't help feeling a little unnerved. The girls were quite blatantly flirting with him, but all Harry wanted to do was go to-

Harry refused to finish that thought.

All through the party he had been worrying whether or not it was a good idea to go and see Draco after all. Firstly, he would be going into the Slytherin Common Rooms. Yes, Harry had defeated the Dark Lord and helped free most of them from a life of servitude to Voldemort, but that simply did not matter when faced with blatant disregard of social norms. Gryffindors just did not go into the Slytherin common rooms. Harry of course, obviously happened to know a lot of Gryffindor who sneakily did go into their common room. He quickly ignored this thought as it did not help his argument against why he shouldn't go to Draco's tonight.

Secondly, it was Draco! He and Harry had been enemies, well... Enemy was a bit to strong of a word. They definitely weren't friends. More like MAR: Mutually Assured Rivals. They both had enough power to do a lot of damage to each other if they got into a duel. Harry could probably win in the long run but he had no idea what kind of dark curses Lucius Malfoy had taught his son. The strangling curse had been bad enough. See! That was exactly what Harry was on about! Friends or even acquaintances did not strangle each other.

That brought Harry to his last argument. Draco obviously did not have real feelings whatsoever towards Harry. If he did, he wouldn't have used that curse on him. Wishing death on someone usually didn't translate to 'I want to sex you up'. He must be trying to trick Harry into coming to his dorms then doing something very Slytherin and conniving. Not that there was much difference between those two things.

But then again..., Harry thought.

Draco had saved him in the maze when they had encountered that boggart. He even seemed- dare Harry say it- nice when Harry had woke up upset. He had told Harry personal things that would almost certainly get him teased in Slytherin and seemed to trust him not to repeat them. Harry 

wouldn't of course. Not because he had feelings or anything for Draco, he just was a decent person. Yes that was it- a decent person.

And denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Harry sighed. Currently he was pacing backwards and forwards, tracing a line in the carpet. He had escaped the party by feigning falling asleep on the sofa. Apparently Gryffindors are not known for their intelligence. Dean, Seamus and Ron had picked him up and tossed him into bed about an hour ago. Harry had taken a shower, dressed and had been pacing ever since.

Draco had used that curse on him... but Harry had picked a fight with him first. He had just been so stressed out in the maze and then Draco just had to be sarcastic about his healing abilities. It had been the last straw and Harry had snapped at him. Draco was proud and had instantly jumped to a defensive position and so the whole stupid argument had multiplied into a full blown fight.

But the most important factor was the way Harry felt. He had looked at Draco right before they separated and he hadn't seen any faked emotions or hidden agendas. All he had seen was honest trust and openness, and something else. Something Harry really did not want to examine at the moment.

What if Draco was waiting for him... and Harry just didn't go. He would surely be hurt.

Right, Harry thought, I'm going. He stopped pacing abruptly and pulled his Invisibility cloak out from his trunk, tugging it on quickly. Thinking ahead, he snatched the Marauders Map as well. He made his way down into the common room, dodging people on the stairs and the common room. He passed Hermione on his way down. She was making her way towards the Girl's dormitories when she stopped. Harry too froze, thinking he had touched her and she would realise he was there. She started moving again however and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. She passed him quickly and Harry could just make out a whisper.

"Have a good night Harry."

He drew in a sharp breath and looked towards her. She was still walking towards the steps and if Harry hadn't known her so well, he would have missed the slight smile tugging on the corners of her mouth. He grinned, recognising acceptance when he saw it. If Hermione didn't have a problem with it then Ron shouldn't...

Actually that was going way too far. Ron would flip out and Harry knew it.

He threaded his way through the throng of people and reached the portrait. He pushed it outwards and took the corridor to his left. It should take him towards the Slytherin dormitories. Also the dungeons, Harry thought belatedly. God it would be bloody awful if he met Snape halfway. Not a visit that would put one in the mood. He sped up, wanting to get to the Slytherin common rooms before he met the greasy haired Potions master.

The air was starting to get cooler as he got further down into the castle. He didn't know how the Slytherins could bear it. It was bloody freezing. Harry stuck the map inside his pocket and rubbed his hands together. He wouldn't need it right now. He walked on steadily towards- what felt like- his doom.

He reached that familiar damp piece of stone wall. Actually no it wasn't familiar per say, he had just seen about 200 metres of the same wall. Just to check he pulled out the map and tapped it. As Harry muttered the revealing words, the map's lines inked in and Harry found himself on the map. He had been right and was now currently in front of the Slytherin Common Room. He scanned the map quickly. He couldn't see Draco in the common room but as he looked closer, he located him in a room up some stairs and to the left. Typical the Slytherin would get his own rooms.

He tucked the map back into his pocket and took a deep breath. All he needed to do now was-

The wall slid back as a small first year walked out cautiously. Harry held his breath and quickly squeezed his way into the Common room making sure he didn't touch the student on the way. He made it just as the wall slid back into position. In front of him was a common room that had obviously been subjected to the same celebrations as the Gryffindor one. Hastily made banners were strung up and a few dozen students were still up, milling around drinking and dancing. From the look of it, they were drinking a lot stronger stuff than the Gryffindor. Where on earth they got it was a mystery to Harry. Again, he put his weaving tactics into use and swiftly moved in between all the students until he got to the stairs. They weren't quite as winding as the Gryffindor ones, but even Harry- who was fit from Quidditch- could feel himself getting a little out of breath. He was certainly relieved when he reached the top of the steps.

Remembering what he had seen from the map, he turned left and followed the corridor down till he reached the door on the end. He gripped the handle tightly and opened the door slowly.

There was no one in the room.

Harry moved further in and shut the door quietly behind him. He was still in his invisibility cloak so if he was in someone else's room by accident, he could quickly creep out. Scanning the surroundings he noticed some Potions textbooks on the desk by the bed. Now that Harry looked, he realised the bed was bloody massive! It was decked out in Slytherin colours of course, but big enough for at least four people. Harry shivered slightly, thinking of what they could do with that much space. Remembering what he came for in the first place, he picked up a Potion book and flipped the cover page over. Scrawled on the first page was a very swirly 'Draco Malfoy'. Obviously Harry had got the room right. He pulled off his cloak, feeling a little warm, and sat down lightly on the incredibly soft bed. Oh god that felt brilliant! After sleeping in a tent for a few nights (1) Harry's back was begging for something of this softness. He sighed and laid down fully, his arms out to his sides. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply a delightful smell. It was like cinnamon and vanilla. Exactly what Harry liked with his coffee to be exact. Not that that was relevant at the moment but what the hell.

A door opening in front of Harry made him jerk his head up and stare wide eyed at the person entering. Not the best place for someone to catch him; lying down on Draco Malfoy's bed. As he gazed at the person, he realised he would gladly take all the embarrassment for this situation if he could have this view again. Draco Malfoy fully clothed was gorgeous but Draco Malfoy in just a towel was breath taking. He stared in wonder, completely unaware that his mouth was hanging wide open, until a cough snapped him out of his thoughts.

He quickly raised his eyes to Draco's, who was looking at him in amusement. Harry smiled sheepishly before realising he was still spread eagle on Draco's bed. He jumped off quickly in a movement that would certainly make his back ache later on.

Harry scratched the back of his neck nervously and smiled hesitantly at Draco.

"Erm... I was just...you know...erm waiting for you..." He stuttered out, "you well weren't here so I laid down and it was-"

He cut himself off, closing his eyes tightly. He sounded like a complete idiot. God what the hell was Draco Malfoy doing with him. Hearing no noise from Draco he opened his eyes again. He was just standing there, leaning casually against the door with his arms folded. He was half smiling, half smirking at Harry, but not the usual malicious smirk he usually gave him. No, it was sort of warm and teasing. He however, didn't make any movements towards Harry or to get changed.

A cold feeling of dread began to make its way down into Harry's gut. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe Draco didn't even mean for Harry to come tonight. Maybe Harry had heard him wrong. He started to edge towards the door.

"Sorry," he said, "I've obviously got the wrong idea. I'll just leave you alone now" He turned and reached for the door handle. A hand resting lightly on his hip made him freeze.

"No," a voice whispered in his ear, lightly sending shivers down Harry's spine, "I don't think you have"

Harry was spun around and crushed against the door as a pair of lips came crashing down on his. He gasped slightly at the pressure and hesitantly opened his mouth. Draco had almost been waiting for Harry to respond and as soon as he did, he moved his tongue to explore Harry's mouth. The kiss was wet but nothing like that cold fish Cho's had been.

Harry got more into the kiss and wound his arms around Draco's back. It was still naked and a bead of water would make its way down it now and again. Draco gripped the waist band of Harry's trousers- his shirt had obviously come off without him noticing- and Harry grabbed them nervously. He broke the kiss for a second, looking hesitantly at Draco's face.

Was he doing the right thing? Doubts made their way to the front of Harry's mind again but as he looked at Draco they cleared away quickly. His face was completely open, vulnerable. Like nothing Harry had seen on his face before. It made him feel privileged almost to be this close to him. Seeing that Draco was waiting for him to be ready, he leant forwards and kissed him again, forcibly moving his arms to thread in Draco's hair instead. It actually felt like silk, even when it was wet from his shower.

Draco had pulled down Harry's trousers and he kicked them off his feet. At least he tried to. They got stuck on his shoes and he over balanced. Harry tipped backwards and dragged Draco with him. They landed heavily on the floor, Draco on top of Harry. Harry winced as his head hit the side of a bedside table but forgot the pain as Draco knocked the wind out of him. He gasped for breath and tried to clutch his head at the same time.

"Well Potter," Draco teased, "you definitely know how to set the mood" He laughed loudly at Harry's indignant face, but then kissed his lips in apology. Harry settled into the kiss and sighed softly. As a spear of pain went through his head a second later however, he winced and clutched it again. Draco separated from Harry and moved up his body. Slowly- Harry was terribly confused as to what Draco was doing at this point- he kissed the bump on Harry's head and moved down his body. Harry couldn't help feeling cared for at this point. He may not be sure what his and Draco's feelings where, but he knew it wasn't some kind of trick now.

Draco pulled off Harry's shoes and threw them behind his head. He then dragged off the mischievous trousers and those too where lost somewhere in the room. Harry and Draco were now left in just a towel and boxers. Harry didn't know about Draco, but he was certainly very aroused at this point. Draco laid flat against Harry's body. Oh actually scratch that thought, Draco was very aroused as well. At least the hardness against Harry's inner thigh told him as much.

"You ready?" Draco asked breathily. Harry nodded nervously. He was after all an innocent virgin. Well, it wasn't like he had time to go and sleep with girls while he was fighting the forces of evil, A.K.A Voldemort and co.

Draco slid his own towel off and pulled Harry's boxers down. Harry held his breath until Draco laid back down on him again. Oh god that felt fantastic. Bloody hell why hadn't he done this before? Sure the schematics of the whole thing were different with girls and he hadn't even got down to the actually fucking with Draco, but if that felt this good; Harry was golden. He shifted his hips, trying to get comfortable and almost jumped out of his skin at the rush of pleasure as his cock shifted against Draco's. Draco just groaned though as if he had been expecting something like this to happen. Harry belatedly began to wonder exactly how many people Draco had slept with. His thoughts were cut short though.

"Stop thinking" Draco ordered and unexpectedly waved his wand over Harry. A rush of cold in Harry's insides and the strange sensation of being loosened made him gasp.

"Sorry" Draco apologised, "it will make it easier" Harry nodded slightly, still trying to escape from the coldness, when Draco penetrated him. He clutched Draco's shoulders and tried to open his legs a little wider. Draco was inching in slowly and even though he had prepared Harry with the spell, he could still feel a slight burn of pain. He breathed in and out shakily, trying to get used to the new sensation. Draco finally stopped and let out a rush of air. He steadied himself and looked at Harry.

Harry was starting to wonder why people liked having sex. This certainly was not enjoyable. It felt pretty boring if Harry was honest. Sort of like being impaled on a pole and then left there. He shifted to the left minutely, wondering if maybe he could get Draco to slip out so he could escape. A sudden rush of pleasure made him stop and fall backwards to hit his head on the bedside table again. The pain was completely ignored this time as he moaned loudly. Oh god this was so much better than he had originally thought. Draco seemed to be waiting for this reaction and pulled out almost to the tip. He drove back into Harry hitting that lovely spot again.

They set up a rhythm of Draco thrusting and Harry moaning loudly. He tried desperately to stop, but Draco seemed to be aiming for spots in Harry that had him screaming in pleasure. Probably a secret 

fantasy of his; Harry Potter screaming beneath him, Harry thought, maybe not in the way I am right now though...

Harry, though he attempted to stop himself, came quickly and slumped exhaustedly on Draco's bedroom floor. Draco finished soon after Harry and collapsed on his chest. After gaining enough energy, Harry began to comb through Draco's hair with his fingers. It was a nice feeling, lying here on Draco's floor.

"Harry," Draco said softly. Harry froze shocked. Was Draco making a habit of calling him by his name?

"How many brain cells do you think you've lost by hitting your head tonight? You don't have that many left" He continued, lifting his head. Obvious affection was shining through his eyes.

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End of shag fest folks. Hopefully I added some emotions in there and didn't have them just rolling around on the floor like animals. If they were, then the 10,000ish words before were a complete waste. Tell me what you think.