Disclaimer: Harry and Draco belong to JK Rowling, but their burgeoning love belongs to fanon.

Chapter 2: Role Reversal

Once they had entered the bedroom, Draco's stormy grey eyes locked with Harry's bright green ones, and as Harry nodded his head in anticipation, Draco placed him gently on the bed. In an instant, he was on top of Harry, shielding his cowering form with his nearly naked body. He trailed Harry's succulent face with kisses before his lips finally came crashing down against his, and their bodies became locked once more in a passionate embrace. They laid together for several moments, only daring to break their fierce make out session for need of air. Draco was beginning to feel rather hot and bothered in his man-thong, and Harry soon found that he couldn't get out of his pants quickly enough. As if Draco could read Harry's thoughts, he ran his hand down Harry's front until he was able to comfortable tickle his young friend's zipper. In one fluid motion, Harry's fly was tenderly unzipped with expert hands.

Draco, we can't do this! Harry flushed, suddenly bashful. What if…what if your parents walk in?

Draco scowled. "If I didn't know any better, Potter, I'd say you were scared."

"N-no, I'm not scared it's just…I've never you know, been with a man before."

Draco's eyebrows shot up to his forehead. "You mean after all those years you and Weasley never-"

"No! Ron is like a brother to me. And more importantly, he's just not my type."

Draco let out a sigh of relief. His lover's friendship with the gangly redhead had always made him nervous, and, though he would never admit it, he was happy beyond belief that the two of them had never been intimate.

"Well isn't that delightful," he drawled. "So if Ron's not your type, maybe I can be.." His last words were drowned out as he began assaulting Harry's mouth with his tongue again. Some small part of Harry's mind was telling him to run far, far away, from Draco Malfoy. The taut Slytherin was the unattainable Adonis of the homosexual population of Hogwarts, and there was no telling how many helpless young men had fallen under his spell. Harry knew he shouldn't be doing this, and his brain was practically screaming at him to stop.

But at the present moment, the rest of Harry's body couldn't care less what his brain was thinking. He returned Draco's ministrations with some magic tongue tricks of his own, and soon Malfoy was moaning just as loudly as he was. Malfoy ran his fingers through Harry's dark locks before grabbing both his wrists and lifting them high up over his head, up against the bedpost. He smirked, bending down to tease Harry's chest and nipples. Just as he thought he had control of the situation, however, Harry slithered out of Draco's clutches, maneuvering himself to where he was the one on top in a move that surprised the both of them.

"Scared, Malfoy?"

"You wish."

Harry grinned mischievously, fishing out his wand from his crumpled pants that lay a few feet away from him. He advanced on his wandless counterpart, whispering an ancient binding spell that left Draco bound spread-eagle on his down-feather mattress.

"My how the tables have turned, Mr. Malfoy. Let me think, how can I punish you today?"

Draco's jaw fell open, as Harry had never taken such a domineering tone with him before. "It's up to you, I guess. You are the one with a wand, after all."

"Silence! Speak only when you are given permission! For this transgression, I will have to make you suffer." He summoned a painful looking whip out of mid air. Malfoy gasped as Harry whipped him once, twice, three times on his delicately pale bottom.

"Potter, I didn't know you had it in you…" he whimpered

"Correction, Malfoy. You're the one who has IT in you!" and with that, Harry mounted himself on top of Draco, removing his leather thong and boxers in the process, and entering him with a swiftness that stunned Draco to his core. He moaned, pulling Draco's head back with clumsy fingers and planted a million kisses on his face as he thrust desperately in and out of him. Soon, he felt the pressure building and found he could not hold it any longer. He released himself into Draco and collapsed beside him, closing his eyes and rubbing lazy circles into Draco's back as he tried to catch his breath.

"I love you, Draco," he whispered as he undid the counter curse to the binding spell.

"The feeling's mutual," Draco smirked. Harry gazed at him adoringly, and just as he sat back up to lock lips with him once more, Draco grabbed his wrist with such force it made Harry wince.

"I'm glad you were able to have your fun, Potter," he growled. "But now it's my turn."

A/N: Thank you to my lone reviewer, njferrell. To the rest of you, it's ok to review! I swear I won't judge you for reading a smutty slash fic :)