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Warnings: slash, male/male sex, fluff galore

A/N: Alrighty, it's time for the chapter that makes this story rated M, and the one you've all been waiting for!

Chapter 5: I Love Everything About You

Draco growled in frustration as he watched as Harry was dragged away by his two best friends. He and Harry had been dancing around each other for two weeks, exchanging flirty words and heated gazes. Draco didn't know that he was capable of creating so many thinly veiled innuendos until now. Their subtle touches had become bolder as the days wore on; brushing fingers and knocking elbows as they passed each other had turned into full blown groping. Draco had been about to finally claim those luscious pink lips, when Granger and Weasel had come around the corner and stupidly assumed that he and Harry's close proximity meant they were fighting.

Damn oblivious Gryffindors. Can't they tell that I was in the process of shoving Harry against the wall and having my wicked Slytherin way with him? Draco supposed that they would have still pulled Harry away if they knew that, though. In fact, the entire school seemed to be completely ignorant to the blatant flirting happening between the Slytherin Ice Prince and the Gryffindor Golden Boy. Everyone was under the impression that their fighting had simply increased and that it was their duty to stop them before they got expelled.

With an exasperated sigh, Draco began walking to his last class of the day: Potions with Gryffindor. It was funny that two weeks ago he had been dreading this class, when now he was practically running to it (he was, of course, most certainly not running; he had to maintain at least a little Malfoy dignity).

As Draco stepped into the Potions classroom, his eyes immediately sought out Harry. He was pleased to find that the raven-haired boy had stopped his conversation with the Weasel in favor of staring at him the moment he walked in. A playful smirk formed on his face, and he resumed his strut to his seat, making sure to sway his hips in a way that made his arse look mouthwatering.

"Hey, mate, you okay?" Draco snickered as the Weasel waved a hand in front of Harry, trying to pull him out of his dreamy staring. Harry shook his head and looked away, but not fast enough to hide his blush from Draco. He smirked. Mission accomplished.

"Um. Yeah. Fine," Harry said hoarsely. Just then, Professor Snape stalked into the room. Harry thought he had never been more grateful to see the snarky git.

"Alright, brats, since the last class proved that you are all incapable of choosing your own partners, I will be pairing you up today." He smirked as the students groaned collectively, and then proceeded to rattle off the pairings. Draco and Harry both listened for their names, secretly hoping that Snape would be feeling particularly sadistic today and put them together. They were not disappointed.

"And," Snape's mouth twisted into a cruel smile, "Potter with Malfoy," he concluded with an air of satisfaction. Harry all but leapt from his seat and gathered his stuff, making it over to Draco's table in record time. Draco, for his part, shoved a squawking Pansy out of her seat to make way for Harry. This was a mistake though, as Harry, in his haste, tripped over Pansy and face-planted right into Draco's chest. Draco, who was now assaulted by Harry's woodsy smell and warm, quidditch-toned body, decided that it was not a mistake after all, but quite possibly the smartest thing he'd ever done.

"Sorry," Harry breathed into Draco's neck. Draco nodded dumbly, unable to form any words as Harry pressed closer and touched his lips to the same spot on his neck.

"Gods, Harry," Draco gasped and couldn't resist as he felt Harry shiver pleasantly; he just had to taste him! Neither boy noticed the shocked gasps that filled the room as their lips connected. It was tentative at first, but as they began to move their lips, it became more passionate. Draco opened his mouth and licked at Harry's bottom lip, biting it and sucking it into his mouth. Harry moaned and parted his lips, letting Draco have the first taste.

Merlin on a stick! It was better than he'd imagined. Harry tasted like dark chocolate; bitter, but with an underlying sweet and creamy flavor. Harry's tongue began to fight his for dominance, and Draco growled possessively. Harry groaned at the sound, and squeezed the blond's arse in appreciation. And when had those delicate appendages gotten into my back pockets? Draco couldn't bring himself to separate their lips enough to ask.

As Draco tangled his fingers into Harry's hair, a very annoying screaming reached his ears. Harry began to pull away, presumably to uncover the source of the horrid noise, but Draco was having none of that. He tightened his hold on the ebony locks and pushed the Gryffindor back against the table. Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect that he wanted, when Harry separated their mouths as he was jolted.

They looked at each other, both panting and aroused, before Harry turned away to look at the shaking form of Pansy Parkinson, who was still screaming in fury. Draco observed his surroundings, seeming to have forgotten that there were other people present. The sight before him was rather amusing.

Most of the students looked shocked, some looked a bit green, and some looked dreamy and much too interested to be healthy. Weasley was sputtering and gesturing wildly, Granger had a knowing smile on her face, and Snape was being violently sick in one of the cauldrons. Draco smirked and looked back at Harry, realizing that his hands were still in his hair and Harry's were still in his back pockets. His eyes dilated with lust as he took in the Gryffindor's swollen, red lips and cloudy green orbs. Much to Draco's annoyance—and everyone else's relief—Snape recovered and thwarted any attempt to continue the snogging session.

"Detention!" he bellowed, pointing a shaking finger at each of them. "Class dismissed!" Everyone watched as Professor Snape stormed out of the room. Draco took a moment to feel sorry for his professor, before returning his attention to the sexy black-haired seeker that was sandwiched between him and the table.

"Well, Potter," he said teasingly, "it looks like we'll be busy tonight. I'll have to cancel my plans." He added a long-suffering sigh for good measure.

Harry's smirk was worthy of a Slytherin. "Oh, no. Detention alone with Malfoy in Snape's classroom; I'll be so bored." Draco growled and lunged forward to capture those pouty lips. The rest of the students wisely hauled arse and got out of the classroom before the clothes started flying.

"You," Snape pointed at Draco, "sit in that corner of the room, and you," Snape swung his arm and pointed at Harry, "sit in the opposite corner over there." Harry and Draco glanced at each other, before obediently following Snape's orders. They had both arrived at the Potion Master's classroom promptly at eight, and were immediately directed to clean cauldrons the muggle way by a rather ill-looking Severus Snape. Apparently, he still had the image of their passionate snogging from earlier burned into his mind, and was standing a considerable distance from them.

Satisfied that the two of them were as far apart as possible, the professor moved to sit at his desk and began his favorite part of teaching: grading papers. Oh, how he loved to laugh at the idiotic things those brats put in their essays…

Draco sent dubious glances at his professor as the Potions Master snickered to himself. Poor Snape, I think Harry and I sent him over the edge today. Harry and I…us…that sounds nice…Draco zoned out as he was once more filled with thoughts of Harry. His trousers were suddenly too tight as he remembered the kiss from earlier. Damn. Now that I know what he tastes like, I want more…

The only problem was that Snape was still here. Draco huffed in annoyance; how could he get the old dungeon bat to leave his cave, so that he could shag Harry senseless? He needed a plan. He needed to channel his inner Slytherin; to bring the cunning, Malfoy-Gets-What-Malfoy-Wants side of him to light. He needed—Professor McGonagall to conveniently come running in and ask Snape for his assistance with some random emergency.

"Professor Snape, you're assistance is needed at once! Mr. Longbottom has been hit with a curse that turned him into a half-goat, half-human hybrid and he is currently being chased around by Aberforth! You must help me catch him before he is molested by our resident goat-lover!" Professor McGonagall, who had conveniently come running in, grabbed Snape's arm and proceeded to drag him out of the classroom.

Draco blinked. Well, that was unexpected, but he'd take what he could get. Shaking himself free of the shock of McGonagall's sudden appearance, he began to stalk toward his prey.

Sauntering up behind Harry, Draco pressed himself to the Gryffindor's back, molding their bodies together. He bent down and nipped Harry's earlobe.

"Well, Potter, it looks like we're finally alone," Draco whispered into the other boy's ear, relishing in the shiver it caused. He slid his hands down Harry's back and around his waist, fingering the hem of his shirt.

"My-my name," Harry gasped, "call me Harry." Draco kissed the back of his neck.

"Then call me Draco," he murmured as he ran his hand up Harry's chest and pinched one of his nipples through his shirt.

"Draco," Harry moaned, making said boy hiss in pleasure. Merlin, I had no idea that my name could sound that sensual! Draco groaned and turned Harry around, claiming those delectable lips in a fierce kiss. Harry moaned in the back of his throat and parted his lips, eagerly letting Draco in. The blonde wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him close, rubbing their erections together in the process.

Both boys gasped at the sensation and bucked forward, desperate for more of that glorious friction. Shit, if this keeps up, I'm going to cum in my pants! Harry was making the sexiest noises and Draco was quickly losing control.

Suddenly, Harry broke the kiss and smirked at Draco, before slithering down his body to kneel in front of him. He kept eye contact with the blonde as he unbuttoned his trousers and then took the zipper between his teeth. Draco watched with rapt attention as the Savior of the Wizarding World slowly unzipped his trousers, the hot breath from his mouth ghosting over the thin layer of his underwear and making his sensitive cock twitch.

Without breaking eye-contact, Harry pulled down Draco's trousers and left them to pool at his feet. Then, he looked down at the considerable bulge in the blonde's pants and felt his own groin throb with need. He leaned forward and mouthed Draco's erection over his underwear, before glancing back up and pulling down the pants that were blocking him from his prize.

Oh, gods! Is he about to do what I think he's about to do? Draco stared as Harry's eyes darkened with lust. He was looking at the Slytherin's cock, jutting out proudly from a patch of light blonde hair that almost blended in with his skin. Then, without any further warning, the Gryffindor lunged forward and took Draco's entire length into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Draco practically screamed. He'd had a few sexual escapades before this, but damn, trust Harry to show off his Gryffindor enthusiasm in everything! He reached down and shoved his hands, none too gently, into that soft raven hair, pulling Harry's head forward while he thrust into his hot, wet cavern. The Gryffindor didn't even try to stop him from pushing his cock into the back of his throat, nor did he gag. Draco felt a jolt of jealousy run through his veins as he realized that this was obviously not the first time that Harry had done this. Then Harry hollowed out his cheeks and began to bob his head, and Draco lost all ability to think.

Draco knew that he was making all kinds of embarrassing noises, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Besides, the sexy sounds seemed to be spurring harry on. He deep-throated Draco and hummed around his cock, making the blonde's eyes roll into the back of his head in pleasure. Unfortunately, as wonderful as it was, Draco didn't want to cum just yet. With great reluctance, he yanked on Harry's hair and pulled his head away, bringing it back up to eye-level and claiming those naughty lips.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry gasped between kisses, "wanted you for so long."

Draco's mind was reeling; Harry wanted him! Well, obviously, if the current situation is anything to go by. But to hear him actually say it, to know that Draco wasn't the only one being driven crazy, was wondrous. Not to mention it was doing spectacular things to his libido.

"Me too," he whispered into Harry's ear, before trailing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. Harry made an impatient sound as Draco kissed his chin, avoiding the destination that he knew Harry wanted him to reach. With a deep chuckle, Draco finally relented and fastened their lips together.

Swiftly, Draco worked on Harry's trousers, pulling them down like his own. He shuffled Harry backwards, not once breaking the kiss, until the shorter boy hit Snape's desk. Draco had a fantasy—one of many—about bending Harry over Snape's desk and shagging him within an inch of his life. He planned to make that come true tonight.

"Turn around," Draco panted, "and bend over." Harry immediately complied, draping his torso over the wooden desk and grabbing the edge, not caring that he knocked numerous papers and quills onto the ground.

Draco slid his hands down Harry's back, and to his firm arse. He massaged the round globes, enjoying Harry's appreciative moans, before sliding a finger down the crack between the cheeks. Harry jerked and gasped as Draco's finger rubbed over his sensitive hole. With a muttered spell, Draco slid a lubricated finger into the tight heat. Good thing I learned to do this spell wandless; it's just as useful as the hair drying and cleaning spells I mastered at age eight. A Malfoy's appearance is just as important as their skills in bed, after all.

Harry tensed up as Draco added another finger to the mix. To calm him, and make sure that he was still feeling pleasurable, Draco reached around and began to tease the raven-haired boy's erect cock. He ran feather-light touches down the hot shaft and circled the head. When he dipped his thumb into the slit at the top, Harry bucked forward, succeeding in shoving Draco's fingers further up his hole and rubbing that bundle of nerves inside. The result was beautiful; Harry thrashed and keened, pushing back onto the two digits that were now abusing his prostate.

"Oh, yeah, right there! Draco, that's so good! I need more, Draco!" Harry didn't even notice when Draco had slipped a third finger inside of him, and was wantonly fucking himself on the slender digits.

Draco was at his limit. The picture Harry made was so hot and desperate that he was about to explode just from watching. Deciding that Harry was prepared enough, he pulled the fingers out and slicked up his prick. Harry made a sorrowful sound at the loss of those wonderful digits, but it was cut off when they were replaced by something considerably larger and longer.

"Fuck!" Draco hissed as he was encased in hot, tight heat. He was desperately thinking anything unsexy to keep himself from cumming on the spot. Ahh, I need to move! But, I don't want to go too fast for Harry. Said person groaned and pushed back against Draco, effectively shutting up his inner disagreement and making the decision for him. He attempted to go slow, but when he hit Harry's prostate again, that decision was made for him as well.

"Ahhh, yes! Faster, please!" Draco was all too happy to comply. He set up a brutal pace, pounding into Harry and hitting that bundle of nerves dead on. The fact that their Professor could walk in at any moment simply heightened the excitement and forbidden feel of the act. Draco wasn't going to last long, and neither was Harry, judging by the sounds he was making.

"Touch yourself," Draco commanded, wanting to make sure that Harry came at the same time as him—no matter how sappy it was.

Moments later, Harry was screaming his release and clamping down on Draco's prick, pulling him over the edge as well. He collapsed onto Harry's back, running his hands up and down the Gryffindor's sides and reverently peppering his neck with kisses.

Slowly, they came down from their orgasmic highs and muttered cleaning charms over themselves. Draco pushed himself off of Harry and they began to get dressed. It was silent, both at a loss of what to say. Finally, they turned to look at each other and Harry spoke.

"That was brilliant," he smiled.

"Yeah," Draco smiled back. Merlin, I just shagged the guy, and I'm getting shy now?

For a moment, neither moved, then Harry stepped forward and touched his lips to Draco's in a chased kiss. Draco placed his hands on Harry's waist and deepened the kiss, pouring the feelings he had recently discovered into it. As they pulled back, Draco rested his forehead on Harry's, smiling softly at the Gryffindor's dazed expression.

"I love everything about you: your hands," Draco picked up Harry's hands and kissed each fingertip, then the palms, "your hair," he placed a kiss on Harry's head, "your eyes," he placed a kiss over each of Harry's eyelids, "and your lips," the last kiss was given to Harry's lips; sweet and languid.

Draco broke away and took a deep breath, before asking, "Will you be my boyfriend, Harry?"

Harry's smile was brilliant. "I'd like that very much, Draco."

Fin

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