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Long Strides to a Short Walk	By : EmeraldGrey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9a
- 10-9b
- 11-9c
- 12-10
- 13-11
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**~~** Chapter Two**~~**

Two sets of hands pushed open the beaten brown door.

"Dammit Malfoy, I'm NOT a bloody girl! I can open the bleedin' door myself! Geroff!"

"Merlin Potter, lower your voice! Do you WANT to draw even more attention?" Tilting his blonde head he smirked, looking down at Harry, as he exclaimed in mock horror, " OH forgive me! How could I forget! You're the, "B,"

Harry shoved Draco hard up against the now open wooden door, his firm black leather covered knee pressing.

"Finish that sentence DRACO," He purred, looking down pointedly at the taller boy's leather clad crotch," And I'll make certain the Malfoy line, Ends. With. YOU." Pressing into said crotch with each word uttered he continued," Nod if you understand."

Draco gulped, and slowly nodded, his silvery-blue eyes becoming suddenly brighter from the pain.

Draco was let go just as quickly as he'd been grabbed up as Harry turns away from the shocked and speechless Slytherin, smacks his hands together, and shot Tom a warm grin as he inquired on the evenings special.

Tom returned Harry�s enthusiastic smile with a toothless one of his own as he rattled off that and other choices.

Harry then requested two butterbeers to start, and totally ignoring the shocked faces of the other patrons, he found an empty spot in the back and headed to it.

To say Draco was upset was an understatement, he was a volcano ready to erupt.

Harry bloody Potter had gone TOO far this time, and he was SO gonna go down.

Straightening his clothing and removing his robe, he tosses his arrogant ice blonde head, smirk back in place, he followed the irritating Gryffindor.

His silver-blue eyes widened as he watched Harry toss off his own robe smoothly. His gaze took in the sexy boy in front of him.

Harry Potter stood and was discreetly adjusting his snug black leather pants, placing his robe over a vacant chair and smoothing down his emerald green silk shirt.

Three buttons had been left undone, letting honeyed sun-kissed skin peek out from below.

His slim waist was even further accentuated by a slender silver belt with a lions head buckle, that clinched together at the fangs. He wore no jewellery save a thin silver necklace with a small silver ring on it. Black boots completed the look.

Draco wanted to drool.

Then, he wanted to slap himself silly for thinking such thoughts.

Groaning inwardly he felt his leather lower region tighten. Dammit.

Noticing his 'dinner' companions 'growing' interest, and 'expanding' discomfort Harry smirked, as he slowly ran his tanned hands over his firm, round leather clad arse, enjoying Malfoy�s continued torture.

Was Draco really checking HIM out? Harry mused.

"Well," his inner voice (which did sound a lot like Snape for some reason) replied," what do you think Potter, you imbecile? TEN points FROM Gryffindor!"

Wincing inwardly, Harry quickly sat down.

His clear emerald gaze now trained on his boyhood enemy.

As his eyes traveled up and down the blonde boys long lean body, one black brow hitched up approvingly, causing the faintest tint of pale pink to suddenly color the usually milky complexion.

Draco was similar clad in tight black leather pants and black boots but after that, the similarity changed. Draco�s silk shirt was tinted pale blue with silver threads weaved through out, giving the garment a surreal soft glow.

His waist was surrounded with a slender silver belt with a snake head, and like Harry�s lion belt, it too clinched together at the fangs.

Harry let go a low whistle, and giggled inside as he watched the pale pink blossom. Ah Malfoy, it was just too easy to yank his chain.

Draco held onto his famous Malfoy temper and smiled sweetly at Tom, almost causing the older man to drop the thick heavy mugs of butterbeer he was placing onto their table.

"Ahh Thomas my good man," drawled the haughty teen, " I do believe we'll BOTH be having the house special, and I DO hope it's fresh, oh and another round of butterbeers, and," at that thought, Draco paused, placed on hand under his slender elbow, resting his other hand on his cheek, tilted his head, and grinned, " Oh, and two shot glasses, and your best bottle of fire-whiskey too!"

"Malfoy!" Harry hissed, " I TOLD you, I am NOT the bloody bird here! I can damn well order for myself! And anoth.. mmftp!!-"

Toms bushy brows danced clean up into his receding hairline as he watched Lucius Malfoy�s son clamps a slender hand over James Potter's boy's mouth.

Standing behind Harry with a wide smirk Draco continued, " Hmm, now where was I? Oh yes, and Thomas, put all of this on MY tab please."

Removing his hand quickly, he rubbed it down his long thigh. It was wet.

Sitting down across from Harry, he rolled his eyes. "Oh very, very juvenile Potter."

Harry just picked up his butterbeer, winked at Draco and downed it.

Leaning across the table he said, " look Malfoy, it's just dinner, lets make the best of this shall we?"

Draco nodded, sticking out a slim pale hand.

Harry stared at that hand.

Biting his upper lip inward he thought back to everything that had brought them to this moment in time.

Slowly, he raised his own hand, and clasped Draco�s cool flesh inside his own warmer one.

Both boys shuddered at the contact.

Nearly seven years ago, a tiny boy had offered his friendship, and had been cruelly turned down.

Draco lowered his bright gaze to look at the wooden swirls on the table, as he felt Harry looking at him. When he lifted his head, his breath hitched slightly at the intense look on the dark haired boys slender face.

"Draco, " Harry softly said, "I'm sorry."

Draco�s reply was halted as Tom appeared with a tray laden down with food in one hand, and a big bottle of fire-whiskey in the other.

After serving both boys, he winked and said, "Now ye two be behavin' yerselfs, an dunna tell Dumbledore bout the spirits," Looking over to Draco he winked even bigger, and said," I heard tell YOU won the Captains bet!" Smiling broadly he added as he elbowed Harry, " You two! Just like yer Da's, and spittin' images too! Always fussin' and fightin', why, it's just like yesterday, I was serving them their own Captains bet dinner!"

At Draco and Harry�s horrified and confused look, (Draco�s was confused, Harry�s was just plain horrified) he snickered, and said, "First bottles on tha' house boys!

It's tradition!" Waggling his bushy brows at both speechless boys he added, " An we Wizards NEVER break with tradition! Ya boys need anything�, just yell above the din!"

Draco looked at Harry.

Harry looked at Draco.

Then, both boys tried to talk at once.

"MY Father? Oh My God! I feel faint."

"Your Dad? MY Father? I feel sick!"

"What the Fuck???!!!"

"Pass me the shot glasses Malfoy, I need a drink!"

"Make me one too Potter, Merlin, what a night!"

Both boys slam a shot.

"Want another hit Malfoy?"

"Does Hagrid love strange and dangerous animals Potter?"

~Sigh~

Across the room sat a boy, watching everything. His long slender fingers wrapped around a small grey bottle deep in the pocket of his school robe. His other hand itched to take out the camera in his other pocket, and start snapping. But, he had promised the others just one picture. One for proof of the bet completed, and then show the empty vial for proof of the potion consumed. Sighing, he tucked into his Sheppard�s pie, and watched, and waited. He didn't have to wait long, grinning ear to big ear, he lifted his camera and *snap*.

"MM, dish ish goot!" Draco grinned, pouring them both another shot from their second bottle of fire whiskey.

"Yeah, not bahad," said Harry, slamming his drink, grinning at Malfoy like a loon. ('no, Draco, say it, DDRACCCOO..' his inner voice, giggled, and burped. You Potter, are drunk. Ten points, 'OH SHODD OFF!' )

"Whashtha?" Draco asked. Feeling a bit light-headed after two butterbeers and numerous shots from two bottles of the potent red whiskey.

" I shaid," Harry slurred, "I.. um wha wash shwee questjun?"

Draco giggled, and said, "Nooooooooo Potty, Pott, TER, You tole ME to shodd off!"

Harry cocked his head sweetly, deciding he liked the sound of Draco�s laugh, reached over and got his sleeve in some gravy as he patted Draco�s hand." Nope, Noooooooo, I tole Prosser, Shnake to shodd off!"

Draco looked around quickly. Too quickly, his head now hurt.

" Shnake!?" Sheet, ish he hewre?" Looking down at his own sleeve in the gravy, he snickered, then squinted as he looked at his snitch watch. " Cwrap! Pot, ER! WE ahre, um, WATE! it's aster curfloo, an, we boof vewy, vewy dwunk!"

At that admission, Harry started laughing, pounding one little fist on the table, tears of mirth falling down his cheeks.

"Hee, Hee, oh , oh my, Dwaco, you, you shound wike that mwuggle cartwoon,"

Draco tilts his head in an adorable way as he asks, "Hawee, whshats a 'cartwoon?"

"Poor me anotsher swat, an i'll tell ya!"

Four more shots later, standing up suddenly, Harry announces he has to "dwain his Wizard" Draco, not to be outdone by Gryffindor�s Golden Boy, states, he too must, "swake hish shnake!"

As both boys stumble to the men�s room, Harry is in a deep conversation with Draco on the way, "Show you shee Dwaco, Elmer Fudd hunts wabbits, an an Bwugs Bwunnie is a biwig gwey wabbit, an an Elmer Fudd he he awaysh shaze, shhhhhhhhh, be verwy, verwy, qwuiet! I'm huntin' wabbits!"

Draco grins brightly, "Thash Bwillant Hawee!"

Across the room, Colin is laughing so hard he almost falls out of his seat. "Finally!" He chokes, wiping away tears of mirth. He had gotten a pretty funny picture of the two inebriated Captains. Carefully he creeps over to the abandoned bottles of the fiery red liquid.

Reaching inside his pocket, he withdraws the little grey bottle, and breaking the seal, taking out the stopper, he quickly dumps the clear contents inside, giving the fuller bottle a little swirl, and swiftly sits it back on the table with a dull *thunk* and walks out the door.

After boarding the Knight Bus, Colin walks to the back and picks out a comfy bed. Once they arrive at the outskirts of Hogsmead, Stan alerts him to his stop and after bidding the older boy a hearty fare thee well, he is smiling and whistling all the way back to Hogwarts.

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Tom, who saw what happened, shakes his greying head, and wonders, will it turn out better this time? Suddenly his inner thoughts are blasted by the giggling, (giggling? Oh for a Muggle video camera!) and snark of two VERY drunk boys. Said boys now had their arms wrapped around each other, and were smiling brightly to all.

Harry and Draco had BOTH ordered rounds for the house twice now, and were slowly working their way through the second large bottle of the tainted fire whiskey. After the last shot, both boys began to feel a bit, funny.

"Ah, Daaco," slurred Harry, "Um do woo fewill a bitch, I dunwoah, fwunnie? Wike ah, Hotttttttttt?"

As Harry said this, he leaned over and kissed Draco right on the lips!

Draco sat there, and watched almost cross eyed as Harry Potter kissed him. HIM! Harry Bloody Perfect Potter just laid one on him.

Draco watched wide eyed as Harry sat back, with a satisfied smirk, smacked his kiss swollen lips, and poured himself another shot, announcing loudly," DahM! Alwaysh wand ta do dath!"

Draco, not to be out done, waited until Harry had topped off his shot, slammed it, then grabbing the bottle he re-filled his own shot, tilted his head back, and drained the little glass, then picking up the bottle, licking around the rim suggestively, threw his head back, draining it dry.

As the feeling shot straight down to his cock, mercury eyes take on a feral gleam as he slowly gets up and pounces on the un-suspecting Gryffindor.

Draco lifted Harry up into his arms, and gently sat him in his lap, winking at a shocked Tom, and bar room full of stunned people. Noticing Rita Skeeter hastily jotting down what he was sure would be a biiiiiiig stretch of the truth, his arrogant gaze catches her buggy eyes, as he casually lifts one hand to give her a two finger salute.

Then, ignoring all except the vision in his arms, Draco Malfoy looks down at his obsession since age 11, and murmurs into full soft cherry-red lips, " You're not cee ownwee one babe."

Harry sighed and ran his long tanned fingers through Draco�s moonlight kissed blonde hair, loving the feel as he tightened his hands into the long silky strands. He arched up and rubbed against Draco like a cat in heat, deepening the kiss.

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Meanwhile, Colin arrived inside the Gryffindor common room.

He walks up to a smirking red head and an even more smirking blonde. "Mission accomplished gents! Here is, the photo, and um, the EMPTY vile of.."

Blaise's smile is slowly dimming.

That is SO not a bottle of 'Lost' potion.

Ron noticing the loss of mirth on his new friends face, understanding dawning like a new day as he looks in horror at the little 'grey' bottle in Colin�s fingers.

Ah, okay, the bottle is supposed to be black, NOT grey. Shit.

Colin�s own smile melts as he sees both boys exchange worried looks.

Blaise is the first to speak. " Um, Colin, did you personally go and get the potion?" He asks with air-quotes on the word 'personally'.

Colin is a bit confused, but he replies, um, no, I asked Neville to nab it for me as he is ALWAYS in detention, and more accessible to Snape�s storage. Why?"

Both boys turn to a now shaking Neville.

"Neville," Ron says silkily,

"What?" He asks, defensive, voice trembling.

Blaise instead replies," How in the HELL can you sit there and tell us that you mistook a 'Lost' potion for a bloody LUST potion!!??"

"What?" Neville squeaks.

"Yes," Neville," Ron continues, glaring at the smaller boy.

"You have ruined our prank on our Captain's, and now, instead of looking at each other during dinner thinking, who the fuck are you? Who the fuck am I? Because that is what a bloody 'amnesia' potion does!!" He yelled.

Blaise continued, "Yes, Neville, thanks to your bumbling, our esteemed Captain's are now going to be looking at each other and thinking, how the FUCK can I quickly get into his pants, and rock his world?"

Both boys and Colin roared, "LONGBOTTOM! YOU IDIOT!"

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"OH GOD!"

"DRACO!"

"OH HARRY!"

"OK BOYS, time to get a room now!"

"YES! We want a room, now!"

"With a view Draco!"

"OH GOD, DO THAT AGAIN HARRY!! That thing with your tongue, by my.. AH, MERLIN! What ever you want luv."

"GOD POTTER! I want to jump you SO Badly, it hurts!"

"OH DRAKIE!"

" I NEED IT! RIGHT NOW, RIGHT HERE!"

"TAKE ME YOU BIG STUD MUFFIN!"

"HARRY, WHEN I GET DONE WITH YOU, YOU ARE GONNA WALK FUNNY FOR A MONTH! DAMMIT! HOW IN THE FUCK DO I GET YOUR BELT UNDONE?"

"HEE, it's a spell, in Parseltongue, it's"

"OOKAY BOYS, yer rooms er ready, here's the port key, now.."

Both boys grab the boot-shaped port key and *pop* they disappear up to their room.

Tom sits down with a thump into a chair and wipes his brow. "Damn, another minute there and Harry would have been in his birthday suit! He would have then been THE- BOY- WHO- GOT- SHAGGED- ON- A- BAR- TABLE! Scratching his greying head, he grinned at the memory of watching two enemies becoming friends, becoming lovers. He'd had a whale of a time getting both boys to hold still to sober them up, but, even with that accomplished, he didn't have an antidote for that particular potion.

Snorting, he got up, and slung the worn bar towel over one shoulder as he waved his hand and the lights dimmed, another wave and the dishes went to the kitchen, where the house elves awaited them. Another wave and wards were placed, and the heavy solid oak door was bolted. Shaking his shaggy head he mused about why the young Creevy boy would do something like that to his OWN crush.

It was no secret to the Wizarding world the one-sided love affair of Colin Creevy and the green eyed Darling of Hogwarts, Gryffindor�s own Harry Potter. Now Draco and Harry, THAT was a whole other story. He could still remember overhearing lil' Master Draco�s excited young voice as he told his parents all about the little green eyed boy he'd met at Madam Malkin�s. And later he remembered that same lil' green eyed boy's own version of that first meeting. It had been a bit less complimentary.

YEP, the whole Wizarding world had a bet on those two.

Several actually.

He snickered again as he patted his full pockets, yep, a bet on their first kiss & who would be in charge, wow, he'd made out like a Muggle bandit! Oh, he knew it wasn't right, but? It sure was fun! Well mayhaps the lil' Creevy boy realized, he'd been outdone when it came to one Draco Malfoy, where it concerned one Harry Potter. The young Malfoy Heir had laid claim years ago, and everyone knew, Malfoy�s don't share.

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"A, L....Lust, potion?"

Colin�s blue eyes rolled back in his head as he fainted.

"Lu Lust potion?" Neville squeaked, turning a very becoming tomato red shade.

Both boys grimly shook their heads. Ron and Blaise had tinted faces of a pea-green hue, as they imagined their best friends in such uncompromising positions. Saying squicky disgusting sexual things, oh the horror! Both boys start as a female chuckle fills the room.

"Serves you BOTH right!"

"Herm," Ron begins, trying to reason with the brown haired girl of his dreams.

" No Ron, you and Blaise really stepped into it this time."

Taking a deep breath she continued. " Do BOTH of you boneheads realize what you have now done?"

At their vacant looks she takes another deep breath and continues self importantly, sneering at the rest of the common room as it slowly dwindles down to only 4 occupants, well five if you included herself. Why? Because once Herm got wound up, her lectures went on, and on, and on, sort of like the Muggle pink battery rabbit.

"YOU DO recall, that Professor Snape does make potions for the private Wizarding sector, research potions for St. Mungo�s, as well as for Madam Pomfrey?"

Both boys nodded, because it was easier to agree with her, than to not.

"Weeeellllllll, every 'lust' potion our dear esteemed Professor brews has a hidden ingredient. In 'Hogwarts A History' it describes that element being, a 'fertility' potion for Witches or Wizards that have trouble conceiving, and for Purebloods that only wish to have relations one time, and wish to be successful in procuring an Heir. Furthermore, I distinctly recall hearing that Malfoy was conceived with such a potion, but, " The sounds of large thumps, shakes her out of her lecture as she looks over then down at her friends.

"Ron, Blaise, Neville??"

The other three boys have now joined Colin in the common room floor, passed out from sheer shock. Hermione huffs and stomps up to her room. BOYS! What Idiots!

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Back at The Leaky Cauldron, upstairs in a room with a view.

Harry and Draco are still in a deep kiss, each one trying to out do the other in a game of tonsil hockey.

"Draco it's SO hottttttttt in here, lets take off our clothes!"

"NO, let ME do it for you."

Slowly he pulls Harry up and gently unbuttons each button. As each section of tanned flesh is uncovered he kisses it softly, and works his way down to the last button. Carefully, he slides the silk top off each sun-kissed shoulder.

Standing, Draco pulls Harry�s legs to the edge of the bed, and falls down in front of the smaller boy, placing his blonde head on his lap. Reaching up he grasps both strongly muscled thighs and centers himself between them.

Harry�s breath hitches as he watches with wide green eyes as Draco nuzzles his face against Harry�s basket. Mercury heat meets emerald lust as he begs," Harry, do it, release your belt!"

The little rooms temperature rises as the soft seductive hiss of Parseltongue fills the air. The enchanted lion roars and releases his fangs. Draco, not wanting to take chances grabs the belt and with a few quick 'snicks' he removes it and tosses it over his shoulder. Draco shudders, as he is over come with the desire to mark Harry, to own Harry, to kiss and lick and suck and nibble on every square inch of the dark haired boy. He wants to just fuck Harry SO badly and so strongly that HARRY will taste it when Draco cums deep inside of him.

At just the mere thought of fucking his boyhood crush, his cock hardens and lengthens, and he moans with the sudden discomfort. Looking into Harry�s eyes with his own fevered ones, he growls softly in his throat as he nips at Harry�s Quidditch toned thighs. His face once more in the juncture of Harry�s crotch, he licks all around the leather clad basket, causing poor Harry to cry out. Smirking, Draco then leans up and nips at the button, Harry gasps as it pops open, and leaning back on his elbows, he watches wide eyed as the talented Slytherin drags down the silver zipper with his tongue and teeth. Slowly, Draco reveals his prize with each 'click' of the zip. 'Mmmm, commando," he purrs, arching a blonde brow at a blushing Harry.

" Why Mr. Potter, how very, 'Slytherin of you."

Harry chokes out, " The bloody things are SO damn tight, you just cannot wear any jocks."

Draco shushes the babbling Gryffindor with one long pale finger. "Shhhh, just lie back and enjoy it."

Harry nods dumbly as he watches Draco pull his cock out of the binding leather. Reaching up, he peels off the rest of the leather, down to Harry�s boots. After pulling off the black boots, and removing the white socks with enchanted snitches, he quickly pulls the pants off, and tosses them over his head to join the belt.

On his knees once more, he lowers himself down to kiss the tip of the throbbing shaft. Pearlescent drops are tumbling off the rim of the thick mushroom head, to glide down the impressive length. Draco traces his long tongue swiftly up and down, and then slowly around and around in a candy cane swirl, over and over until Harry cries out. Draco then kisses and licks at the full sack below, running his tongue up and down the seam of the smaller boys balls, down to the petal soft skin underneath.

He nibbles, and licks and sucks over and over until Harry�s back is in a tight bow, arched upwards against his own crashing desires. Moving even lower, Draco explores the heady musky scent. His curious tongue swipes over, and around in a lick, flick, and stick movement, causing more moans to fall from those ruby lips.

Running his tongue back up, up, up to the tip top of the fully expanded long shaft, Draco moans low and hums as he dips down, and relaxing his throat, takes Harry inside his mouth as deep as he can, slowly inch, by inch until he hears a 'rip' as the bed sheet clutched in Harry�s fists has just tore. He does this over and over until Harry surrenders, sobbing, and shaking, and begging for release.

Draco ignores the pleadings, and continues licking Harry�s dick in as many interesting combinations as he knows, and then just makes some up as he goes along.

Harry was really responsive when Draco licked him from his ball sac to the thick blue vein under the head of his cock. In fact, he was surprised the entire room didn't turn blue from the intensity and amount of swear words that innocent mouth let loose after Draco treated him to one of his blowjobs. And, as he did it, over and over, his jaw was tiring, but he didn't care, he wanted to taste Harry forever.

After what seemed like an eternity to Harry, (in reality was only an hour) He suddenly sat up, trying to push Draco away, but Draco over powered the smaller boy, and pushing him gently back down, held him by his wrists above his head as he gulps down the bittersweet fluids.

Harry feels so strange. Even though he has cum, he still wants, something.

Draco has let go of Harry�s hands now, and standing in front of him still between his thighs, he releases his belt, slowly unbuttons his shirt, enjoying the appreciative looks from the now panting boy. After slowly sliding off his top, and peeling down and off his black leather britches, boots, and socks with enchanted snitches, Draco is now as nude as Harry, and the lust and desire, and sheer need for the boy has overwhelmed him to the point that all he can do is stare, as he slowly lowers his body down on top. Draco watches his every move, as if just looking at Harry could make him Draco�s, and only Draco�s.

Draco knew of Harry�s innocence. He had made it his business to follow the green eyed boys love life, or lack of. He had watched carefully for any signs of Harry�s preference. Reaching up to cup Draco�s face with both of his smaller hands, Harry whispers," Draco, make love with me?"

Draco crushes Harry�s slender body to his own, his heart is full to bursting. How many wank fantasies, how many years has he waited to hear those words from that mouth? Looking down into eyes he'd gladly drown in, words are now difficult, feeling like he's swallowed the golden snitch he nods his head yes. Softly, gently, he leans down and brushes his lips against Harry�s. Nibbling on that full bottom lip that has been driving him insane for years and most of the evening, (Merlin! Harry had NO idea just how alluring he was when he bit his lip!) now, it was Draco�s turn to nibble on it. He sucked it gently, savoring the flavour. The feel of it.

Pushing a bit more firmer now, he rubs himself against Harry�s slow-budding erection, causing the boy to gasp, giving Draco an easy entrance into that sexy mouth.

His tongue swept and swirled up and over the tooth ridge, and up and against the roof of Harry�s trembling mouth. Capturing Harry�s tongue, he sucked gently, then firmly, his own tongue making an in and out motion with Harry�s, and he swore he could feel the blush of the shy boy. Harry felt like he was on fire. His whole body was aflame, with a burning need for Draco, and only Draco.

He had to have him, inside him NOW!

He would not, could not wait one more moment.

Spreading his legs, and moaning deep into his lovers mouth, he arched upwards, causing both of their erections to rub, leaving them both tingling, and demanding more. Harry moaned again, and reaching down between them, he searched and found Draco�s weeping cock. As Harry murmured a spell, Draco was startled when he felt the slickness now surrounding his cock head. Harry keened, and mewled, and arched upwards again, spreading himself as far as he could, hoping Draco would soon get a clue.

"Ah, my little Lion," he cooed, "Patience love."

"Patience my arse my Dragon," Harry moaned, "Please Draco, need you, now, want you yesterday, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!"

With that, Draco reared up on his knees and draping Harry�s long legs over his shoulders, he lined up his cock, and nudged at Harry�s opening. But Harry was having NONE of that. Shoving his slender body forward, he gasp as Draco�s slickened shaft drove in deep, and slammed into Harry�s prostate. His whole body shook with the most exquisite pleasure of a thousand chocolate frogs.

As Draco slammed in again, and yet again, this time of his own power and speed, Harry�s mind quickly changed that thought to a million chocolate frogs. Oh this was amazing! The pain-free lubrication spell Seamus had taught him back in third year had helped to increase the pleasure, without the pain.

Draco leaned over and kissed him deeply, as he thrust inside him, over and over until Harry thought he'd die from the sheer pleasure of it all. But, as Draco wrapped one strong slender hand around Harry�s throbbing bobbing cock, he had NO idea it could be like this! Draco jacked him firmly to the rhythm of his thrusts, and kissed him once again.

As both boys found their sweet release, they closed their eyes, and missed the misty lavender ring that now surrounded them, sealing their fate.
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