I'm sorry it took me nearly a year to post this but here it is. Harry's revenge on Draco for the stockade fiasco. I just now wrote it too, in the past 3 hours or so. I've had most of it planned out for months but I couldn't get it out. Enjoy!

Draco was walking back to his room tired and frustrated. He had been at a meeting with the prefects and headgirl that dragged on an hour and a half longer than it was supposed to be. A few of the prefects weren't enforcing some rules or not at all when it came to their friends. He spent two hours arguing with them and in the end gave them each detention every Saturday for a month and took 25 points away from whatever house they were in. Fifty of the points were from his own house. The other was a Gryffindor.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as he opened his door. It was only 11 o'clock and all he had wanted to do was reach his bed before he passed out in the middle of the hall way.

As he stepped into his room, Draco immediately went on alert. It was pitch black which was his first clue that something was off. He always left at least two lamps on when he wasn't there.

The other thing was that he could feel someone standing near him, watching him.

"Harry?" He said tentatively as he pulled out his wand. No answer. He hoped it wasn't one of the prefects he'd just punished trying to get back at him. He walked a few feet into the room but left the door open to let in some of the light from the hall.

Draco waved his wand to wordlessly light the lamps in his room but nothing happened. Either someone stole his lamps or, much more likely, someone put a charm on them so he couldn't light them.

The door suddenly slammed shut behind him and his wand was taken from his hand.

"Harry, if that's you knock it off. I'm tired and I want to go to bed." Draco said stubbornly into the darkness, trying to mask his fear. It had to have been Harry. There were only three people other than himself that could get into his room: Snape, Dumbledore, and of course, Harry. And he doubted either his professor or the headmaster would do something like this.

A piece of fabric was suddenly put over his eyes and tied quickly behind his head. The blonde attempted to grab the person that was doing this to him but missed completely. He was also confused as to why someone would blind fold him in a dark room.

Draco then tried to untie the knot or slip it off his head but it was obviously being held there by magic.

Through the blind fold, which he now knew was a silk scarf; he could see a single lamp flare to life. He moved closer to the light trying to see better but it didn't help much. All he could see was either darkness or flickering.

A pair of lips suddenly pressed against his and a tongue delved into his mouth. Draco knew those lips like the back of his hand and for a moment he indulged himself and kissed back.

After a moment he pushed away and asked, "Harry, what are you doing?"

For the third time that night Draco's words were ignored. Instead Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the light. Then he was shoved into a chair. It had no arms on it and was wooden.

The blonde felt weight on his lap and Harry kissed him again. It was much shorter this time and when it was over, the weight was lifted.

For a moment or two nothing happened. Then his clothes were suddenly gone and someone pulled his arms behind the chair. Another scarf, Draco assumed, tied his wrists together.

Hot breath blew over Draco's ear and Harry finally spoke. "Payback's a bitch, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked. His question once again went unanswered.

Another scarf went around his chest and held him tightly against the back of the chair. A fourth scarf went over his thighs and kept him from lifting off the chair at all. The fifth and sixth scarves tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Clearly, Harry did NOT want him moving.

Harry left him for a minute and he heard the sound of something heavy sliding across the floor. Then there was the sound of someone undressing.

A hand touched Draco's knee and slid up his leg, up his torso, and rested on the back of his neck. Harry then sat on him again, erection pressing against his stomach making it impossible for him to keep from getting hard as well.

"What did I do Harry?" Draco asked. "I didn't forget your birthday and we haven't even been together for a year yet so I didn't forget our anniversary either. What did I do?"

He felt Harry lean forward and breath on his ear again. "The stockade." He whispered.

Draco froze. The words "This mean war" echoed through his mind. It had been two months since that night. He thought Harry had forgotten about it or had been joking on getting revenge on him. Looks like he was wrong.

The blonde had completely forgotten about it as the stockade had been taken down after that first night because Filch had been patrolling the entrance hall and heard their little encounter.

"I thought you'd have forgotten by now." Draco said.

Harry sat up straight again. "You really thought I was going to forget the best sex of my life?" He asked incredulously. "I'm offended."

Draco didn't really hear the last part. He was still stuck on 'best sex of my life'.

"Don't look so smug Draco." Harry said. "You're the only person I've been with. At least one time had to have been good." He teased.

Draco tried to lunge at him but he forgot he was tied to a chair. The back legs lifted off the ground and they nearly fell over. Harry stood back up though and it rocked back into place.

"So this is my punishment." He stated.

Harry nodded his reply at first but then remember Draco couldn't see him. "Yes, it is."

The brunette then walked away from his tied up boyfriend. He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves and slow his heart rate. He was so glad Draco couldn't see him. It took every ounce of courage he had to do this and he didn't want to back out now.

At the same time, Harry kind of wished he could see him because he liked it when Draco told him how cute he was when he was nervous. But taking off the blind fold would ruin the whole point.

Finally Harry went back to the impatiently waiting Draco and knelt in front of him. It was a small deviation from his original plan but Draco had softened some while he was gone.

Harry breathed over the half hard cock in front of him and watched for a moment as it came back to life. Then he pulled the head into his mouth and sucked on it, hard.

A loud moan came from above him and Harry looked up to see Draco's head leaned back and his mouth hanging open. It was torture for both of them.

Harry continued playing with Draco for another minute or so. Then he deep-throated him and oh so slowly pulled off of it. When he let go, Harry could tell just how close the other had been to coming.

He stood back up and sat on Draco's lap again, this time his back against the blonde's front. Harry tilted both their heads so he could give him a deep kiss. The other whined a little when he pulled away.

In the next second, Harry lifted himself off Draco's lap, took a hold of his erection, and impaled himself on it, both of their moans filling the room.

Draco wanted to put his arms around Harry but he was still restrained. He settled for locating his neck and sucking on it.

It was obvious to Draco that Harry had prepared himself before hand and the image of that made his hips try to thrust up. "How long have you had this planned?" Draco asked as the other hadn't started moving yet.

"A month now." He replied. "You never leave here long enough at night for me to set it up. And when you do leave, you're usually with me." He explained.

"I see. Harry, do you think you could move now?" Draco asked neediness evident in his voice.

Harry smirked and slowly began rising and lowering himself on Draco's hard cock. He could feel the frustration emanating from his boyfriend and decided to take pity on him. He reached back and removed the blind fold.

A loud gasp escaped Draco at the sight in front of him. Three feet away from the chair was a large mirror angled just perfectly so they could see his cock sliding in and out of Harry. Sheer will power was all he had to keep himself from climaxing and ending this whole thing.

"Holy shit, Harry." Draco said as he closed his eyes so he couldn't see the erotic image in front of him. "What gave you that idea?" He wanted to thank to whoever or whatever it was.

"I don't remember specifically. I asked around and a lot people mentioned how hot it is to do it in front of a mirror." Harry said with a shrug.

Harry was about to start moving again but he notice Draco still had his eyes closed. "I took the blind fold off and now you don't want to watch?" He asked, feigning unhappiness.

Draco slowly opened his eyes only to have Harry move up and slam back down on him. A long string of quiet profanities left him and Harry laughed a little.

For the next several minutes, Draco was mesmerized by the image in the mirror. To his surprise he was watching Harry's face more than where they were connected.

Every so often the stunning green eyes would open and make contact with his icy blue ones in the mirror and it was killing Draco to not be able to grab him and kiss him.

Harry suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at him. "You can untie yourself now. The charm I put on the scarves only lasts ten minutes." He said sympathetically.

Draco immediately began struggling against the bonds that held him against the chair. Now that he was focused on them he realized they weren't even that right. Harry stood up from his lap to give him space.

After freeing his hands, Draco quickly undid the other four scarves and pounced at Harry, capturing him in his arms and attacking his mouth with his own. He pulled him close and lifted him off the ground. Harry took the hint and wrapped his legs around the other.

They clumsily made it to the bed, which Harry had cleverly positioned the chair right next to, and Draco practically threw him on it. He climbed onto him and was about to move in to continue making-out but he stopped.

In the dim light of the single lamp Draco could clearly see Harry's face and the look in his eyes. For a minute he didn't move, just stared into the green eyes that were questioningly staring back.

Harry was about ready to ask him what was wrong when he spoke. "I love you, Harry." Draco said quietly.

Harry was taken aback. While they'd mentioned things they love about each other, they'd never actually said it yet. Frankly, Harry had always thought he'd be the first to say it.

"I love you, too." Harry replied when the shock of hearing it wore off.

Draco leaned down to kiss him again and everything just slowed down. Everything was soft and sweet for a long time until the need and want set back in.

After several minutes Draco pushed his hard length back into Harry, eliciting a long, low moan from him. A medium pace was set.

"Draco." Harry whined some minutes later. They both felt it; it just wasn't fast or hard enough right now. With all the sexual torture Harry had wrought on the both of them they needed to end it quickly.

The blonde adjusted their position some so he could get the leverage he needed to pound mercilessly into the willing body beneath him.

As the pace increased Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist and his lips latched onto his collar bone. He left several small hickeys everywhere he could reach.

At last the brunette felt his orgasm approaching and he tried to hold it off. He wasn't ready for it to end just yet.

Draco could tell by the look of concentration on his face what Harry was trying to do. Even though he didn't really want to finish yet either, his exhaustion from earlier was coming back to him. He knew Harry had to have been tiring by now as well. He slipped a pale hand between them and had Harry coming in his hand within a minute.

A few more hard thrusts had Draco spilling into Harry and whispering his name over and over again. He then tried to pull out and get off him but Harry still had his legs tight around him.

"Stay." He said quietly.

"Ok." Draco softly replied. He did however somehow manage to move them to the head of the bed and flip over so that he wasn't crushing the smaller boy.

Draco pulled a light blanket over them and naturally reached to his night stand for his wand to turn out the light. He was surprised when he actually found it there. It's not like he knew where Harry had put it.

"Are we even now, Harry?" Draco asked as he wrapped his arms around Harry.

"Yeah we're even." He said through a yawn.

A few minutes later, Draco jerked Harry a bit to see if he was still awake.

"Hmm?" He asked, nearly unconscious.

"I love you." Draco whispered near Harry's ear. Against his chest he could feel Harry's heart beat flutter.

"Love you, too." He responded before drifting off.

Draco kissed the top of Harry's head and moved him off him a little before he got some much needed sleep as well.

I'm a sap and sucker for a happy ending. I hope you are too.