Chapter Six

"Honestly Harry, just tell him how you feel again and I'm sure it'll be fine. Ask him to meet you somewhere. Do anything." Hermione shouted in the common room 3 days later.

Harry couldn't stop thinking about Draco, the handjob burned into the back of mind. He wanted to feel that way again, make Draco feel that way again. He sighed, leaning forward and staring at the bright witch,

"And say what Hermione?"

"Anything! Send him a letter, or a note. He's a prefect, and has his own private quarters. Maybe you should show up and talk to him."

"Private quarters? Of bloody course."

"Come on, mate." Ron finally piped up and harry scoffed at the red head.

"I suppose you know where these private quarters are then?"

"Actually I do," Hermione mused.

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Harry waited under his invisibilty cloak for Draco to return from quidditch. It was dark in the hallway, his eyesight poor. He was wearing his pyjamas and suddenly felt underdressed when he heard Draco's footsteps echo along the wall.

When Draco reached him, he almost bumped into him but just barely brushed the coat. He paused and looked at the spot Harry was standing in, before shaking his head and stepping into his room. Harry followed him in, watching Draco. Draco began to undress, but before he could he stared at the spot Harry was in again.

The room was dark, and it was no surprise when he muttered "lumos"

The shimmering of the cloak hit the walls as Draco stormed over and pulled open the cloak. Harry watched, bewildered.

"How-"

"Christ, potter. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you...talk." Harry explained, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Talk?" Draco began with a laugh, "about what?"

"The..erm-the you know"

"Oh" Draco pursed his lips slightly, "what about it?"

"I like it. I like it...a lot." Harry began nervously. Without thinking he began pacing the room and nervously chewing on his lip.

"I'm gay-" he started, "-and I'm experienced and clearly this whole game has started something between us and I-I want-"

"You want to get laid?" Draco finished for him. Harry's eyes snapped up to Draco's, who began to unbutton his shirt.

"Yes" Harry breathed, "but I need to talk to you first. I want you to know that-that whatever this is. I really enjoy it. Even if you don't."

Draco nodded, "I'm not gay."

Harry's heart sunk, watching as the blonde slid his shirt from his shoulders. Harry's eyes glazed over in desire, as Draco began to undo his belt. Slowly his pants fell from his hips leaving him in his underwear.

"Oh" Harry whispered.

"Come here. On the bed." Draco insisted and Harry obeyed. Plopping himself down on the corner of the bed and fidgeting with his fingers.

"Do you want to have sex?" Draco asked finally and Harry gasped. Before he could even register what Draco was doing, Draco he leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips.

Harry squeaked, and began to kiss Draco back. Draco moved and placed harry on his back. Harrys legs spread foe him, as he settled between his legs and shifted to peel harrys shirt from his head.

"do you..do you top or bottom?" Draco asked. Harry chuckled,

"Bottom, but id be happy to show you how its done" Harry teased. Draco scowled, but flipped them over and kissed harry again. He pulled Harry's trousers and underwear off then followed the same. Both naked, Draco stared at harry with almost awe for a moment before whispering,

"accio Lube" Lube shot out from the nightstand and fell into Draco's hand and he whispered again, "Show me"

"You're sure?" he asked, moving in between to spread Draco's legs. The grey-eyed boy nodded, belatedly yanking off Harry's glasses and tossing them onto a nightstand. Draco scooped a large dollop of the lube into his hand and handed the jar to Harry to place on the nightstand as well.

"I see you're looking forward to this," Draco said shakily as Harry slathered on the gel-like substance and worked himself up even more.

"I'm going to slowly push in, tell me when to stop, Give me a pillow." Harry demanded from the blonde boy.

"What? Why?" Draco asked, handing him one nonetheless.

"Better angle," Harry said simply. "Lift up." Draco complied, and Harry tucked the pillow under his lower back. As he was settling back down, the reality of the situation finally seemed to sink in. He breathed in a shuddering way, blinking a few times, and felt Harry's hands rest on his hips.

"Ready?" the raven haired asked. Draco took a deep breath and nodded. Harry placed a lubed finger to Draco's entrance and slowly pushed in.

Draco lifted his hips and gasped, "fuck" the feeling was foreign and painful but somewhat pleasurable.

"Okay" Harry whispered and replaced his finger with his erection. Draco winced but urged Harry on with a shaky moan.

Harry continued to push in, trying to find an angle. He knew there was a sweet spot but the way Draco was withering beneath him he could barely stand it.

"Fucking hell draco." Harry lost himself in the pleasure for a moment, letting his hips go and thrusting hard. Draco yelled, "ouch Harry!"

But Harry knew it was in there somewhere. Thrusting again, he let Draco adjust for a moment and placed a hot kiss on his shoulder. "It's okay, it'll be better soon" Harry promised.

Finally, Draco began to moan. Harry shifted his hips for a better angle and could feel his tip hit Draco's sweet spot. With one hand, he grabbed onto Draco's cock and began to pump slowly. It wasn't long before Draco was cumming into his hand.

"P-potter. Fuck Harry. Harry fuck. Fuck" Draco moaned over and over again, Harry's thrusts began to grow sloppy as he pushed into him further. Draco clenched around him, causing Harry to throw his head back and let out a load moan.

"So beautiful" Draco whispered and kissed Harry again. Aggressively thrusting, Harry's spine tingled with release as he came with a sharp moan. Harry didn't stop as he thrusted further into the warmth, pumping Draco for a second time who's dick went hard on his hand. Draco began to moan again, over sensitivity overwhelming his senses.

"Harry I already-"

"Again" Harry growled, circling his hips and hitting Draco's spot again. He threw his head back and moaned a slur word before making eye contact.

"Make me" Draco challenged, panting. Harry thrusted harder into him, a determined look on his face.

"Come for me again. Come on baby." Harry breathed into Draco's mouth, tongue darting out and gliding against his tongue. Harry was beginning to go soft from over sensitivity but pushed through anyways wanting to see his lover fall apart.

"Harry fuck" Draco moaned, lifting his hips and thrusting into Harry's hand. His beautiful face twisted in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut and cumming with a cry.

"Beautiful." Harry whispered when they were finished. He muttered a quick cleaning spell and collapsed beside Draco, breathing heavy.

"Is it like that all the time?" Draco asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Harry rolled over and lazily through this arm over Draco's body and pulled him in closer.

"Wait till you're on top." Harry chuckled and Draco followed.

"So this is happening again?"

"Only..only if you want." Harry urged. Praying that Draco wanted it just as badly as he did.

"Okay." Draco whispered and Harry smiled so big he was worried his lips would crack. Draco turned over and wrapped his hand in Harry's.

Harry laid there for a long time, spooning his lover and realized just how utterly in love with him he was.