Chapter Eight

Draco stared at Harry with such intensity, the raven haired boy felt as if he would melt. Everyone seemed to move on after Harry whispered, "Pansy truth or dare?"

The girl seemed to snap out of her own haze and mutter a quick dare, and Harry simply dared her to kiss Blaise. He couldn't think properly, couldn't breath. He began to pick at the lose threat in his shirt and unravel it.

He needed a drink.

Standing from his position, he grabbed a bottle of fire whisky and left the room of requirement. He made his way to the astronomy tower, bottle in hand, swigging it as he went.

The view was starry that night, thousands of small glows beaming down at Harry. He stood at the edge and decided maybe he should crawl onto the roof. In his drunken state, he swung over the railing and crawled to the roof. With bottle in hand he finished the last drop and let it fall to the ground 500 feet below him.

Harry wasn't sure how long he stayed there, alone. He counted stars and giggled to himself. It wasn't until a blurry blonde figure was leaning over him did he snap out of his state.

"Draco?" Harry slurred. The boy was beautiful, grey eyes and sharp features. Harry thought he must be dreaming.

"Harry, come on. You're drunk. You can't be up here." The beautiful boy whispered.

"Mmm no..don't make me leave."

"Come on Harry." Draco yanked him up, causing Harry to almost vomit.

"Oh come on, are you really that drunk?"

The words came out funny, they sung in the air around his ear. Was this real? Was Draco always this beautiful?

"Come..talk with me.." Harry hiccuped. And so, Draco sat.

"Potter are you drunk? Like how drunk?"

"I don't know mom, you tell me!" Harry laughed. "You know I never met my mother."

"I know Harry"

"Or my father"

"I know Harry"

"But I know you. What are the chances of that?"

Draco was silent. "Out of all the people in this world. I met you. And I fell-fell in *hiccup* love with you. Isn't that *hiccup* crazy?"

"You're drunk Harry you don't know what you're saying.." Draco replied. He ran a hand through his messy hair and hoisted Harry up onto his feet. With a flick of his wrist, he acciod his broom.

Draco hoisted Harry up on the broom, then followed suit. He held Harry with one hand on his stomach, the other on the broom. "Hold on, Potter." He whispered and off he went.

Harry could feel the wind in his hair, his eyes closed, he could feel it bristle his nose and cheeks, and feel the warmth of Draco on his back. Harry didn't know how long they flew, but he certainly sobered up. They landed with a thud back on the ground.

"Come back with me" Harry pleaded. He felt pathetic, standing in front of the brooding boy. "Just for the night, then you can say goodbye, you'll never have to see me again."

"Are you stupid?" Draco questioned. "What makes you think I'd never want to see you again?"

Harry's heart fluttered in his chest. "Come" Draco said, pulling harry by the hand through the halls of Hogwarts.

The halls were dark, as they trudged down to the dungeons. Dimly lit, with the portraits stirring in their sleep at the light of Draco's wand. Harry didn't seem to mind as he giggled a bit, Draco's hand soft in his. When they reached his room, Draco unlocked it and pushed harry in. "What a stunt you pulled today." He growled at him.

Oh harry thought. Draco when he was mad always got harry fired up. He took a step forward, circling his arms around Draco's waist.

"You stink, Potter" He crinkled his nose.

"So bathe me" Harry whispered. Draco let out a sigh, he didn't mind drunk Harry. He thought he was rather cute.

"Harry.." he whispered, nudging his nose against his.  He placed a soft kiss on his lips, he bummed against the warmth.

"Come" Harry slurred a bit, dragging Draco to the bathroom. With a sigh, Draco followed. Harry leant down in the tub, turning the taps on.

The bathroom was large, with a Jack and Jill sink, a claw foot tub, and a glass shower in the corner. The bath mat was green, or course, and shower curtains were green. "Green" Harry scowled.

"Alright let's get you undressed." Draco said, popping Harry's buttons open on his dress shirt. Harry obeyed, and let the boy undress him slowly.

He pulled his tie over his heads, sliding the dress shirt down his muscular arms. Then he did his belt, pulling it from the loops, followed by the button of his pants. Draco dropped to his knees, watching Harry's erection grow in his pants. He pulled him out of his pants and slowly he kissed the tip over his underwear causing Harry to jerk a bit. Draco pulled his underwear off and watched his cock spring against his stomach.

"Fuck" Harry groaned, watching Draco stand up and pull him in for a kiss. He undressed Draco, and leaned back to stop the bath water.

Harry stepped into the bath, and sunk down in the scalding water. He looked over at Draco with a smile, "coming?"

"You bet I am." Draco breathed. Harry took in his appearance, chiseled abs, large arms, toned legs. It made Harry's mouth water.

He shifted a bit in the tub so Draco could sit, lifting his legs and tangling them with his. "Hi" Harry giggled.

"Hullo Harry...or did Ron say Hazza?" Draco teased. Harry blushed a scarlet red and splashed him with a bit of water. Draco laughed in response, the sound like magic to Harry's ears.

Harry could feel himself grow increasingly horny, and with no hesitation he leaned forward and smacked his lips against Draco's. Draco immediately moaned into his mouth, tongue darting out and finding Harry's. Harry placed his hands against Draco's arms, and crawled into his lap. With both knees on either side of his hips, he placed his bottom directly on Draco's cock.

"Harry." Draco croaked between kisses.

"Hmmm" Harry responded, kissing his neck.

"Fuck" Draco moaned, tilting his head to the side so Harry could kiss down his neck. He traced hot kisses down his throat, reaching the base, then back up to his lips. He fiercely kissed him, face hot and erection large.

Harry moved his hand behind him, and began to jerk Draco off. Draco moaned, head falling back against the tub. The water sloshed around them, falling over the brim of the tub.

"I want-" Harry panted.

"I know, I just, never.." Draco trailed off, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of Harry's hand. Harry jerked fast, brushing his thumb over the tip, before guiding it against his entrance.

Draco's eyes shot open. He moaned again, "Harry" he whined.

"Please." Harry whispered against his mouth. Draco nodded slowly, giving Harry permission to go further.

Draco pushed up into Harry's entrance, earning a small cry from Harry. He slowly stopped and let the boy adjust, before pushing in farther. His cock reached an exquisite angle, hitting Harry right in his sweet spot. The pain was overwhelming, so Harry kissed Draco to distract himself from the searing hot feeling of being filled.

"Are you okay?" Draco mumbled. Harry nodded, pushing down so Draco's tip brushed the same spot.

"Keep..keep going." Harry moaned. Draco obeyed, and thrust his hips up.

"Fuck Harry." He moaned, wrapping his arms around him and pulling his chest close. Slowly, Harry began to bounce against him. Draco's movements stilled, Harry's walls clenching and and unclenching against him.

"Fuck" Harry moaned, kissing Draco again and working his mouth against him. Their tongues slid together, as Draco's hips lifted up and met Harry's half way.

"I won't-I can't last long." He moaned, pushing up again causing Harry to cry out.

Draco moved one of his hands to Harry's cock and began to jerk him off. Harry cried out in response, with the feeling of Draco in him and wrapped around him he came with a shout.

Draco followed, collapsing into his chest and breathing heavy. The bath water, now dirty, had turned cold. Slowly, Harry muttered a cleaning charm and pulled himself away from Draco. He moved his fingers to the tub drain and began to drain it.

Draco was still slumped against the edge of the tub, so Harry kissed him and pulled him up. "Let's clean up." Harry whispered.

Draco obeyed and stood, wrapping an arm around Harry and placing a hot kiss against his mouth. "I like this." Draco said.

Harry nodded in response, pulling himself from Draco and walking over to the shower. He turned it on, placing his hands under the warm water to check the temperature. He shifted his body and nodded for Draco to get it.

Harry washed Draco down, then himself. When they were finished, Draco leant Harry a pair of pyjama pants, which were much to long.

"Goodnight Harry." Draco whispered when they settled in bed.

"Goodnight Draco."