Author's Notes: Well, this is my 1st story...sorry if it sucks.

Harry Potter bolted straight up in his bed. Wincing, he lifted his hand to his scar, which had begun to throb during the course of his sleep. He stumbled out of bed, groping in the darkness for the medication Madame Pomfrey had given him the previous year. His scar had given him problems repetitively during the past years at Hogwarts because of Voldemort, but tonight, Harry couldn't imagine why it was throbbing. Voldemort had been defeated. Harry had seen to that the previous year, with the help of Dumbledore, Snape, and the other professors. He had finally avenged his parent's death, and rid the Wizarding world of the evil creature and his minions.

But still, his scar pulsated. The vial of lime green potion was no where to be found. Perhaps he had knocked it under his bed. His face had begun to burn, and his head ached. He had to get to the infirmary.

       

Draco Malfoy splashed cold water onto his scorchingly hot cheeks. He felt as if he had hit his head against a wall. His normally pale face was flushed, and his head was pounding. Staring into mirror of the Slytherin bathroom, Draco noted that his face wasn't exactly handsome when in pain. Must work on that... He flinched as a sharp sensation cut across his forehead. Better go to Pomfrey before this gets worse.

Draco carefully walked out of the Slytherin dungeons. His head sent sharp pangs down his whole body every time he took a step. He made it to the top of the dungeon stairs and stood, slightly swaying while he waited for his head to stop spinning. His eyes focused and unfocused, and he felt as if he would be sick.

Looking up, he saw a shape stumble from the bottom three steps of the large staircase. Squinting, Draco tried to make out the shape through blurred eyes. He stumbled towards the form that sat panting on it knees, and his eyes finally cleared. Potter. Harry's face resembled Draco's own in the bathroom mirror. His normally soft features were contorted with pain, and his hair was matted and plastered to his face with sweat. Draco's hair was also sweat-soaked, and the pain doubled the closer he got to Harry. Harry shuddered suddenly, and looked up with pleading jade eyes at the boy standing over him. His eyes closed, and he sank forward. Draco fell to his knees, half from the overwhelming pain, and half from wanting to help his mortal enemy. He sat with Harry's head on his chest, feeling the pain that radiated from the darker boy. Harry whimpered and made soft cries, and Draco tried to remember how a parent would comfort a child.

Draco never had the loving family to comfort him in times of pain. He pictured a muggle TV show he had seen, remembering an image of a mother kissing her child's forehead. Draco knew Harry had never had comfort either, at least not from the Dursley's. The pain had been doubling by the minute, and Draco felt that Harry shared his exact suffering. He leaned down and kissed Harry's scar, lightly and quickly. He was surprised by the amount of pain that was lifted from his brow. Harry's whimpers faded into slow breathing. Draco considered kissing him again.

Draco was not gay. He was at that stage Professor Snape had explained about, the stage where boys and girls question who they really are. He had never wanted another guy. He had, from time to time, thought about what kissing a boy would be like, but never furthered the exploration. And he had, from time to time, pictured kissing none other than Harry Potter.

The blond cautiously kissed Harry's lips. Once again, his head felt much better. Harry seemed to feel it too; his face relaxed and looked more like the sweet, perfect Boy Who Lived, who Draco was so used to seeing.

Draco was intrigued by the feeling of Harry's mouth against his, and confidently kissed him again. His head felt almost completely clear. Harry's eyes sprung open, and he gazed up at the blond boy he was laying against. Emerald eyes met emerald bed robes, and Harry uttered a cry of surprise as he realized who's arms were cradling him at the base of the wide marble staircase in the middle of the ground floor.

Harry glared at Draco warily. His scar had stopped throbbing, but he was still uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fall down the bottom stairs. Maybe it was being in his bed robes in the middle of Hogwarts at close to midnight. Maybe it was the fact that he was being held by a very different version of the Draco Malfoy who had made his life hell from the first day he ever stepped off the Hogwarts Express.

Draco focused his gray eyes on Harry's expressions. There was anger, hate, fear, and confusion. It was clear that Harry had no idea what was going on. And Draco took advantage of that, pulling Harry's face to his and kissing his soft lips. Harry gazed at him in shock.

"WHAT are you PLAYING at, Malfoy?!"

Harry finally found his voice, skittering away from Draco's embrace. Instantly, he felt the sting that had finally gone away return, causing him to yelp with pain. Surprisingly, Draco's hand flew to his head as well, and a small cry escaped his lips. Harry inched closer to Draco.

"You can feel it too?" he said quietly.Harry Potter bolted straight up in his bed. Wincing, he lifted his hand to his scar, which had begun to throb during the course of his sleep. He stumbled out of bed, groping in the darkness for the medication Madame Pomfrey had given him the previous year. His scar had given him problems repetitively during the past years at Hogwarts because of Voldemort, but tonight, Harry couldn't imagine why it was throbbing. Voldemort had been defeated. Harry had seen to that the previous year, with the help of Dumbledore, Snape, and the other professors. He had finally avenged his parent's death, and rid the Wizarding world of the evil creature and his minions.

But still, his scar pulsated. The vial of lime green potion was no where to be found. Perhaps he had knocked it under his bed. His face had begun to burn, and his head ached. He had to get to the infirmary.

       

Draco Malfoy splashed cold water onto his scorchingly hot cheeks. He felt as if he had hit his head against a wall. His normally pale face was flushed, and his head was pounding. Staring into mirror of the Slytherin bathroom, Draco noted that his face wasn't exactly handsome when in pain. Must work on that... He flinched as a sharp sensation cut across his forehead. Better go to Pomfrey before this gets worse.

Draco carefully walked out of the Slytherin dungeons. His head sent sharp pangs down his whole body every time he took a step. He made it to the top of the dungeon stairs and stood, slightly swaying while he waited for his head to stop spinning. His eyes focused and unfocused, and he felt as if he would be sick.

Looking up, he saw a shape stumble from the bottom three steps of the large staircase. Squinting, Draco tried to make out the shape through blurred eyes. He stumbled towards the form that sat panting on it knees, and his eyes finally cleared. Potter. Harry's face resembled Draco's own in the bathroom mirror. His normally soft features were contorted with pain, and his hair was matted and plastered to his face with sweat. Draco's hair was also sweat-soaked, and the pain doubled the closer he got to Harry. Harry shuddered suddenly, and looked up with pleading jade eyes at the boy standing over him. His eyes closed, and he sank forward. Draco fell to his knees, half from the overwhelming pain, and half from wanting to help his mortal enemy. He sat with Harry's head on his chest, feeling the pain that radiated from the darker boy. Harry whimpered and made soft cries, and Draco tried to remember how a parent would comfort a child.

Draco never had the loving family to comfort him in times of pain. He pictured a muggle TV show he had seen, remembering an image of a mother kissing her child's forehead. Draco knew Harry had never had comfort either, at least not from the Dursley's. The pain had been doubling by the minute, and Draco felt that Harry shared his exact suffering. He leaned down and kissed Harry's scar, lightly and quickly. He was surprised by the amount of pain that was lifted from his brow. Harry's whimpers faded into slow breathing. Draco considered kissing him again.

Draco was not gay. He was at that stage Professor Snape had explained about, the stage where boys and girls question who they really are. He had never wanted another guy. He had, from time to time, thought about what kissing a boy would be like, but never furthered the exploration. And he had, from time to time, pictured kissing none other than Harry Potter.

The blond cautiously kissed Harry's lips. Once again, his head felt much better. Harry seemed to feel it too; his face relaxed and looked more like the sweet, perfect Boy Who Lived, who Draco was so used to seeing.

Draco was intrigued by the feeling of Harry's mouth against his, and confidently kissed him again. His head felt almost completely clear. Harry's eyes sprung open, and he gazed up at the blond boy he was laying against. Emerald eyes met emerald bed robes, and Harry uttered a cry of surprise as he realized who's arms were cradling him at the base of the wide marble staircase in the middle of the ground floor.

Harry glared at Draco warily. His scar had stopped throbbing, but he was still uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fall down the bottom stairs. Maybe it was being in his bed robes in the middle of Hogwarts at close to midnight. Maybe it was the fact that he was being held by a very different version of the Draco Malfoy who had made his life hell from the first day he ever stepped off the Hogwarts Express.

Draco focused his gray eyes on Harry's expressions. There was anger, hate, fear, and confusion. It was clear that Harry had no idea what was going on. And Draco took advantage of that, pulling Harry's face to his and kissing his soft lips. Harry gazed at him in shock.

"WHAT are you PLAYING at, Malfoy?!"

Harry finally found his voice, skittering away from Draco's embrace. Instantly, he felt the sting that had finally gone away return, causing him to yelp with pain. Surprisingly, Draco's hand flew to his head as well, and a small cry escaped his lips. Harry inched closer to Draco.

"You can feel it too?" he said quietly.

"No, Scarhead," Draco drawled, "I stumbled around Hogwarts holding my head and moaning for fun. Doesn't everyone?"

"Fuck you, Malfoy."

"In your dreams, Potter."

"You kissed me, Malfoy. In denial?"

Draco fought to keep his blushing to a minimum. "Keep it in mind, Potter. Give you something to think about when you're doing your nightly wanking."

Harry scowled in anger. He wished he could move far from Draco, hell, back to the Gryffindor Common room would be nice, but his scar held him where he was.

"So what do we do now?" Harry halfheartedly asked.

"We can't stay here. This place is swarming with prefects. The last thing I want is fifty points off for lounging with the famous Harry Potter. People may think I wanted an autograph."

"Funny."

"There's a broomcloset over there. I don't think they'll notice your inflated ego from inside the closet, Potter."

"They might be attracted by your smell."

"Come off it."

In minutes, the boys were out of sight, hidden in the closet. Harry checked his watch. It was almost 12. He suddenly felt very tired. Draco also looked drowsy. As Harry began to drift off to sleep, the sting from his scar began to act up again. Draco also stiffened. Harry's watch hit 12 o'clock. The burning sensation from his scar knocked him backwards. He looked towards where Draco had been sitting. The blonde was also on the floor, crawling towards Harry. Harry reached out to him, feeling the pain in his head begin to subside. He grabbed Draco's face in his hands, and tentatively kissed him. He pulled his face away from the Slytherin and gulped. Draco looked confused. Harry's head was still hurting. He stared into Draco's eyes and felt a wave of...something wash over him. Draco had changed so much. His scrawny body had filled out, and hard muscle stood under his soft skin. He had stopped slicking his hair back, rather, it hung tousled and longish. Harry had never noticed the way Draco's hair glowed silver and gold, and the flecks of green, blue and gold hidden deep in his eyes. He had a face like an angel: skin the color of ivory, pink pretty lips. Harry sat up slowly and grabbed Draco by the shoulders, pulling him up to a sitting position. Harry kissed him again, but this time, all previous caution was left behind. He kissed Draco fervently, and Draco kissed him back. Soon, they were making out passionately on the floor. Piece by piece, their bed clothes disappeared, leaving the boys in their boxers. Little by little, both Slytherin and Gryffindor felt the pain disappear. Not only passion, it was a fight for survival. Harry pulled himself on top of Draco. Draco's normally sharp features were relaxed, and he forced a weak smile at his former archenemy. Harry grinned, his eyes hooded with lust. Draco groaned as Harry's wandering hands brushed over his growing erection. Harry straddled Draco, his own hardness directly on top of the blonde's. Draco arched his back in ecstasy as Harry nibbled and kissed his soft neck. He had never before noticed how glossy Harry's messy-but-sexy hair shone in the dim light, and the way his long eyelashes cause his large green eyes to stand out vibrantly. He had never realized how good looking The Boy Who Lived Again had become. He had corrected his eyesight with a spell the previous year, and without his glasses he had lost his boyish look and was beginning to take the form of a man. His attention snapped back to Harry's pleasuring. The boy's dark hair had fallen into his bright eyes as he ground his own hardness into Draco's and sweetly sucked on his neck and chest, leaving little Harry mouth blotches on Draco's perfectly white skin.

Draco pushed Harry down, and in one quick motion was straddling him. The Gryffindor moaned as Draco licked and kissed and sucked at every weak spot on his body. Harry shivered against the heat of the other boy while he discovered spots that Harry had never even known to exist. He unconsciously ran his hands through Draco's silky blonde locks. Harry's back arched as Draco began to tend to Harry's growing hardness. "Oh God..." Harry groaned. Draco smiled mischievously as his ex-enemy became Jell-O in his hands.

Well, maybe not Jell-O. Harry hips involuntarily pumped in Draco's hands. He was completely hard. Draco could sense that Harry was close to finishing, and slid the gold and maroon boxers off Harry's toned legs. Harry had never experienced anything thoroughly sexual, and had never expected his first time to be with a guy. Especially a guy who had tormented Harry's best friends and hated him until ten minutes ago, nevertheless. A guy who had just closed his pouty mouth over the tip of Harry's cock. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as the Slytherin's mouth slid up and down over his hard dick. Harry entwined his fingers in Draco's blonde hair. He watched, panting, as the blonde head bobbed up and down on his cock. Draco's tongue slid across the underside, and Harry cried out, bucking and thrusting into Draco's hot mouth. Draco willingly recieved him. Harry began to shake, and his cheeks flushed, but not the painful flush of earlier. This is better than fucking Quidditch. Harry thought, as his orgasm reached the breaking point. "Draco I'm gunna--" Draco didn't seem to mind. In fact, the blonde head sucked harder and harder, until Harry felt hot and cold and wonderful and exhausted all at once. The blonde boy eagerly lapped up all of Harry, and the dark haired boy gazed at Draco with a silent thank you etched into his features. Draco gave Harry a sexy grin, and Harry sat up and pounced on him, kissing his lips fully, savoring the taste of Draco and the taste of himself.

Harry yanked Draco out of his too-tight green and grey boxers and stroked the basilisk the Slytherin boy had been hiding in his pants. It was big. Bigger than Harry's. Bigger than most of the boys Harry had been showering with the past years at Hogwarts. Draco shivered as Harry ran his finger up his back. Harry wavered, wondering if he could should ask the question he had thought over all night.

"Draco..."

"Yes, Baby..."

"Would you...um, would you, wouldyouliketohavesexwithme??" Harry mumbled.

Draco's eyes brightened, and his trademark smirk returned. "Potter..." Harry looked at him worriedly. The last time this smirk emerged Harry ended up with a black eye and a sore package.

"Tut Tut," Draco said scoldingly, "Haven't you ever read the school motto? The great Harry Potter....you must not pay any attention. I wonder what Dumbledore would say about this..."

"I know what it is Malfoy!" Harry snapped defensively. "Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. I'm not an idiot, asshole."

"But, Potter, do you know what it means?" The smirk widened to a victorious grin as Harry looked at him dumbfounded. "Never tickle a sleeping dragon, Potter."

Potter arched an eyebrow curiously back at Draco. Before long, Harry was on his stomach with the horny blonde rubbing his hands up and down Harry's tanned sides. Draco felt up, down, and all over Harry's perfectly toned body. Quidditch does have its benefits. He rubbed his hardening cock against Harry's perfectly sculpted ass. Harry pushed back against him, the Slytherin's long fingers drawing shivers up and down Harry's spine. Harry's Gryffindor spirit was growing once again, and Draco took notice as he rummaged through the shelves of the closet for some lubricant.

Harry pushed himself to his knees, tingling half with anticipation, and half with the arousal of having Draco Malfoy's beautiful body behind him. He reminded Harry of a porcelin statue, beautiful but cold. All that was about to change. Harry jumped as a slick substance coated his ass. He turned to Draco, and muttered something unintelligable.

"What Potter?" Malfoy asked.

"It's my um, first time. Can you, uhhh, go easy on me?"

"Potter..." His usual drawl slipped back into his tone. Harry looked at the floor, expecting Draco to tell him he was gunna just fuck him until there was nothing left to him. "...thats fine with me."

Draco did something even the Boy Who Lived couldn't have predicted. He smiled. Not the malicious, evil smile that Harry had grown accustomed to, but a genuine one. Harry smiled back. "I'm ready when you are, my 'sleeping dragon'."

Harry groaned as Draco carefully slid into his tight virgin ass. Draco pumped slowly into him, moaning his name over and over. "Harry..." he called. Harry pushed back against him, giving small whimpers as Draco passionately thrusted into him. The blonde reached around and stroked Harry in time with the thrusting from inside. Harry moaned, as Draco went faster, throwing his head back as he pounded into Harry, Sweat dripped onto Harry's back from Draco's head, and on the floor from Harry's. Harry's breaths quickened as he came closer and closer to release. The Slytherin was panting hysterically as he felt his orgasm build. Harry cried Draco's name over and over. Suddenly, Draco slammed himself into The Boy Who Lived, moaning loudly and screaming Harry's name. Harry also came, splashing sticky fluid into Draco's awaiting hand. Draco collapsed on Harry, who had sunk to laying on the floor. He slowly pulled out, causing the Gryffindor to whimper before turning to face his ex-enemy.

"My headache's gone, Harry." the blonde panted.

"Me too, Draco, me too."

Draco grabbed his wand. "Recondition Totalus!" Both Harry, Draco, and the room were suddenly entirely clean. The two boys dressed to keep from catching a draft, and cuddled in each other's arms. Soon, both were asleep.

       

Pansy Parkinson woke up in the infirmary early in the morning. Her head had been pounding and she drifted in and out of conciousness all night. Damn Draco Malfoy. Damn usless spells. Damn the restriced section of the library. Pansy agrily thought about the previous nights events. She had found out about the potion in the restricted section. It was a love potion, made to bond the 2 people drinking it. They would be soul mates forever, as long as they found each other within 10 hours of consuming it. If they didn't find each other, they would die a painful death. Pansy had slipped the potion into their drinks at dinner. She was almost sure she had only put it into her own goblet and her beloved Draco's. Maybe she had spilled some. That would explain Crabbe. She shuddered. Crabbe had tasted her concoction too. Unfortunately for her, she had found him before Draco. She groaned thinking about her future soul mate. She was supposed to have Draco all to herself. But Malfoy wasn't in the infirmary. Pansy was confused. Unless she had killed him, someone else must have tasted her potion. But who?

       

Argus Filtch pushed the door to the broomcloset open. Peals of his wheezing laughter echoed through the main entry of Hogwarts. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape turned away from their intended direction of the Great Hall and diverted their attentions to Filtch, whose laughter had caused him to crumple to the ground outside of the broomcloset.

Upon looking in, the teachers gasped. There was Harry Potter. And Draco Malfoy. Entwined in each other as if they were the last two people on earth. Snape choked back the urge to laugh as Draco rolled over and kissed Harry, unaware of their audience. Harry smiled back, and anyone who didnt know the pair would have thought they were in...

"I think I love you Draco Malfoy."

"I think I love you Harry Potter."

"This is weird." said Harry.

"Yes, it most certainly is." replied Dumbldore.

The boys rolled over in shock as the teachers and some students laughed and clapped. The boys turned bright red. As did Pansy Parkinson, who was attached to the arm of Crabbe, her pug face screwed up even tighter than usual. Harry and Draco emerged from the closet to the applause of the school.

"About time you came out of the closet, Malfoy" sneered Pansy.

Harry glared at her. "About time you went in there Parkinson."

With that, Harry pushed the obnoxious pug of a girl into the broomcloset and locked it with a spell. Surprisingly enough, no one noticed. And if they did, no one really cared. Harry grabbed hold of Draco's hand, and smiling, the boys proceeded to breakfast.

"No, Scarhead," Draco drawled, "I stumbled around Hogwarts holding my head and moaning for fun. Doesn't everyone?"

"Fuck you, Malfoy."

"In your dreams, Potter."

"You kissed me, Malfoy. In denial?"

Draco fought to keep his blushing to a minimum. "Keep it in mind, Potter. Give you something to think about when you're doing your nightly wanking."

Harry scowled in anger. He wished he could move far from Draco, hell, back to the Gryffindor Common room would be nice, but his scar held him where he was.

"So what do we do now?" Harry halfheartedly asked.

"We can't stay here. This place is swarming with prefects. The last thing I want is fifty points off for lounging with the famous Harry Potter. People may think I wanted an autograph."

"Funny."

"There's a broomcloset over there. I don't think they'll notice your inflated ego from inside the closet, Potter."

"They might be attracted by your smell."

"Come off it."

In minutes, the boys were out of sight, hidden in the closet. Harry checked his watch. It was almost 12. He suddenly felt very tired. Draco also looked drowsy. As Harry began to drift off to sleep, the sting from his scar began to act up again. Draco also stiffened. Harry's watch hit 12 o'clock. The burning sensation from his scar knocked him backwards. He looked towards where Draco had been sitting. The blonde was also on the floor, crawling towards Harry. Harry reached out to him, feeling the pain in his head begin to subside. He grabbed Draco's face in his hands, and tentatively kissed him. He pulled his face away from the Slytherin and gulped. Draco looked confused. Harry's head was still hurting. He stared into Draco's eyes and felt a wave of...something wash over him. Draco had changed so much. His scrawny body had filled out, and hard muscle stood under his soft skin. He had stopped slicking his hair back, rather, it hung tousled and longish. Harry had never noticed the way Draco's hair glowed silver and gold, and the flecks of green, blue and gold hidden deep in his eyes. He had a face like an angel: skin the color of ivory, pink pretty lips. Harry sat up slowly and grabbed Draco by the shoulders, pulling him up to a sitting position. Harry kissed him again, but this time, all previous caution was left behind. He kissed Draco fervently, and Draco kissed him back. Soon, they were making out passionately on the floor. Piece by piece, their bed clothes disappeared, leaving the boys in their boxers. Little by little, both Slytherin and Gryffindor felt the pain disappear. Not only passion, it was a fight for survival.

Harry pulled himself on top of Draco. Draco's normally sharp features were relaxed, and he forced a weak smile at his former archenemy. Harry grinned, his eyes hooded with lust. Draco groaned as Harry's wandering hands brushed over his growing erection. Harry straddled Draco, his own hardness directly on top of the blonde's.

Draco arched his back in ecstasy as Harry nibbled and kissed his soft neck. He had never before noticed how glossy Harry's messy-but-sexy hair shone in the dim light, and the way his long eyelashes cause his large green eyes to stand out vibrantly. He had never realized how good looking The Boy Who Lived Again had become. He had corrected his eyesight with a spell the previous year, and without his glasses he had lost his boyish look and was beginning to take the form of a man. His attention snapped back to Harry's pleasuring. The boy's dark hair had fallen into his bright eyes as he ground his own hardness into Draco's and sweetly sucked on his neck and chest, leaving little Harry mouth blotches on Draco's perfectly white skin.

Draco pushed Harry down, and in one quick motion was straddling him. The Gryffindor moaned as Draco licked and kissed and sucked at every weak spot on his body. Harry shivered against the heat of the other boy while he discovered spots that Harry had never even known to exist. He unconsciously ran his hands through Draco's silky blonde locks. Harry's back arched as Draco began to tend to Harry's growing hardness. "Oh God..." Harry groaned. Draco smiled mischievously as his ex-enemy became Jell-O in his hands.

Well, maybe not Jell-O. Harry hips involuntarily pumped in Draco's hands. He was completely hard. Draco could sense that Harry was close to finishing, and slid the gold and maroon boxers off Harry's toned legs. Harry had never experienced anything thoroughly sexual, and had never expected his first time to be with a guy. Especially a guy who had tormented Harry's best friends and hated him until ten minutes ago, nevertheless. A guy who had just closed his pouty mouth over the tip of Harry's cock. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as the Slytherin's mouth slid up and down over his hard dick. Harry entwined his fingers in Draco's blonde hair. He watched, panting, as the blonde head bobbed up and down on his cock. Draco's tongue slid across the underside, and Harry cried out, bucking and thrusting into Draco's hot mouth. Draco willingly recieved him. Harry began to shake, and his cheeks flushed, but not the painful flush of earlier. This is better than fucking Quidditch. Harry thought, as his orgasm reached the breaking point. "Draco I'm gunna--" Draco didn't seem to mind. In fact, the blonde head sucked harder and harder, until Harry felt hot and cold and wonderful and exhausted all at once. The blonde boy eagerly lapped up all of Harry, and the dark haired boy gazed at Draco with a silent thank you etched into his features. Draco gave Harry a sexy grin, and Harry sat up and pounced on him, kissing his lips fully, savoring the taste of Draco and the taste of himself.

Harry yanked Draco out of his too-tight green and grey boxers and stroked the basilisk the Slytherin boy had been hiding in his pants. It was big. Bigger than Harry's. Bigger than most of the boys Harry had been showering with the past years at Hogwarts. Draco shivered as Harry ran his finger up his back. Harry wavered, wondering if he could should ask the question he had thought over all night.

"Draco..."

"Yes, Baby..."

"Would you...um, would you, wouldyouliketohavesexwithme??" Harry mumbled.

Draco's eyes brightened, and his trademark smirk returned. "Potter..." Harry looked at him worriedly. The last time this smirk emerged Harry ended up with a black eye and a sore package.

"Tut Tut," Draco said scoldingly, "Haven't you ever read the school motto? The great Harry Potter....you must not pay any attention. I wonder what Dumbledore would say about this..."

"I know what it is Malfoy!" Harry snapped defensively. "Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. I'm not an idiot, asshole."

"But, Potter, do you know what it means?" The smirk widened to a victorious grin as Harry looked at him dumbfounded. "Never tickle a sleeping dragon, Potter."

Potter arched an eyebrow curiously back at Draco. Before long, Harry was on his stomach with the horny blonde rubbing his hands up and down Harry's tanned sides. Draco felt up, down, and all over Harry's perfectly toned body. Quidditch does have its benefits. He rubbed his hardening cock against Harry's perfectly sculpted ass. Harry pushed back against him, the Slytherin's long fingers drawing shivers up and down Harry's spine. Harry's Gryffindor spirit was growing once again, and Draco took notice as he rummaged through the shelves of the closet for some lubricant.

Harry pushed himself to his knees, tingling half with anticipation, and half with the arousal of having Draco Malfoy's beautiful body behind him. He reminded Harry of a porcelin statue, beautiful but cold. All that was about to change. Harry jumped as a slick substance coated his ass. He turned to Draco, and muttered something unintelligable.

"What Potter?" Malfoy asked.

"It's my um, first time. Can you, uhhh, go easy on me?"

"Potter..." His usual drawl slipped back into his tone. Harry looked at the floor, expecting Draco to tell him he was gunna just fuck him until there was nothing left to him. "...thats fine with me."

Draco did something even the Boy Who Lived couldn't have predicted. He smiled. Not the malicious, evil smile that Harry had grown accustomed to, but a genuine one. Harry smiled back. "I'm ready when you are, my 'sleeping dragon'."

Harry groaned as Draco carefully slid into his tight virgin ass. Draco pumped slowly into him, moaning his name over and over. "Harry..." he called. Harry pushed back against him, giving small whimpers as Draco passionately thrusted into him. The blonde reached around and stroked Harry in time with the thrusting from inside. Harry moaned, as Draco went faster, throwing his head back as he pounded into Harry, Sweat dripped onto Harry's back from Draco's head, and on the floor from Harry's. Harry's breaths quickened as he came closer and closer to release. The Slytherin was panting hysterically as he felt his orgasm build. Harry cried Draco's name over and over. Suddenly, Draco slammed himself into The Boy Who Lived, moaning loudly and screaming Harry's name. Harry also came, splashing sticky fluid into Draco's awaiting hand. Draco collapsed on Harry, who had sunk to laying on the floor. He slowly pulled out, causing the Gryffindor to whimper before turning to face his ex-enemy.

"My headache's gone, Harry." the blonde panted.

"Me too, Draco, me too."

Draco grabbed his wand. "Recondition Totalus!" Both Harry, Draco, and the room were suddenly entirely clean. The two boys dressed to keep from catching a draft, and cuddled in each other's arms. Soon, both were asleep.

       

Pansy Parkinson woke up in the infirmary early in the morning. Her head had been pounding and she drifted in and out of conciousness all night. Damn Draco Malfoy. Damn usless spells. Damn the restriced section of the library. Pansy agrily thought about the previous nights events. She had found out about the potion in the restricted section. It was a love potion, made to bond the 2 people drinking it. They would be soul mates forever, as long as they found each other within 10 hours of consuming it. If they didn't find each other, they would die a painful death. Pansy had slipped the potion into their drinks at dinner. She was almost sure she had only put it into her own goblet and her beloved Draco's. Maybe she had spilled some. That would explain Crabbe. She shuddered. Crabbe had tasted her concoction too. Unfortunately for her, she had found him before Draco. She groaned thinking about her future soul mate. She was supposed to have Draco all to herself. But Malfoy wasn't in the infirmary. Pansy was confused. Unless she had killed him, someone else must have tasted her potion. But who?

       

Argus Filtch pushed the door to the broomcloset open. Peals of his wheezing laughter echoed through the main entry of Hogwarts. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape turned away from their intended direction of the Great Hall and diverted their attentions to Filtch, whose laughter had caused him to crumple to the ground outside of the broomcloset.

Upon looking in, the teachers gasped. There was Harry Potter. And Draco Malfoy. Entwined in each other as if they were the last two people on earth. Snape choked back the urge to laugh as Draco rolled over and kissed Harry, unaware of their audience. Harry smiled back, and anyone who didnt know the pair would have thought they were in...

"I think I love you, Draco Malfoy."

"I think I love you, Harry Potter."

"This is weird." said Harry.

"Yes, it most certainly is," replied Dumbldore.

The boys rolled over in shock as the teachers and some students laughed and clapped. The boys turned bright red. As did Pansy Parkinson, who was attached to the arm of Crabbe, her pug face screwed up even tighter than usual. Harry and Draco emerged from the closet to the applause of the school.

"About time you came out of the closet, Malfoy" sneered Pansy.

Harry glared at her. "About time you went in there Parkinson."

With that, Harry pushed the obnoxious pug of a girl into the broomcloset and locked it with a spell. Surprisingly enough, no one noticed. And if they did, no one really cared. Harry grabbed hold of Draco's hand, and smiling, the boys proceeded to breakfast.

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