• 1-Celo Luxuria
• 2-Part 2
• 3-Part 3

Alas, I'll shut up and you can read the conclusion of Celo Luxuria. :D

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Swallowing hard, Harry forcefully brought up his arms and shoved Malfoy off of him. He reached back to his trousers’ back pocket and drew his wand, firmly pressing it into Malfoy’s neck, “Don’t touch me!”

Malfoy snatched Harry’s wand-holding wrist, his eyes narrowed, “I’m the one giving orders around here. Give me your wand, Potter.”

Tightening his lips, Harry flicked his wrist so his wand flipped. Catching it, the wand pointed at Malfoy, handle-side out. Malfoy grabbed it, putting it in his own trousers’ pocket.

He stepped to the side of Harry, grasping his shirts’ collar. With a hostile thrust, Harry stumbled into the center of the dormitory. Before he could turn around, Malfoy firmly wrapped his arms around him, pinning Harry’s arms firmly to his sides.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Harry jerked against Malfoy’s arms, but he only tightened his embrace.

“Stop struggling, Potter!” Malfoy ordered, and Harry’s struggle ceased, “You are not going to put up a fight. You are going to take it. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same, anymore. You are mine tonight. Do you understand me?”

“W-What?” Harry choked out, his heart beating at an extreme rate, “I-I don’t understand. What are you t-talking about?”

“Let me make this perfectly clear.” Malfoy whispered, pressing the side of his lips against Harry’s ear and firmly shoving his erection into the small of Harry’s back, “I will tell you the truth. But, this is an order. Everything I say, everything that happens in this room is to NEVER be repeated, ever! You got that?”

“Y-Yes.” Harry said, his voice trembling.

“Good.” Malfoy continued, loosening his grip, “I’ve wanted you for far too long, Potter. When we were eleven, and you rejected me for that Weasel, I was so angry. I’ve never been rejected for anything! I wanted to do everything to hurt you.”

Malfoy gently placed small kisses starting from the base of his ear down his neck. Harry shuddered and swallowed hard.

“But, that desire to hurt you grew. I understood I wanted more.” Malfoy explained, “I wanted to have you. I did everything to get your attention, but you never cared. You could always just make some witty remark and shrug me off.” He slid a hand down Harry’s stomach, bringing it under his shirt and slowly caressing the side of Harry’s waist.

Tears formed in the corner of Harry’s eyes. Clenching them shut, he then bit onto his bottom lip. This is not happening. I am not here. I am in an open meadow, filled with sunshine and flowers and. . . bouncing bunnies. There is no arrogant blond trying to molest me. . .

Bringing his hands up, Malfoy grabbed the collar of Harry’s shirt and ripped it apart, “And as I matured, so did my desires. I wanted to come inside of you. I wanted to memorize that look in your eyes when I made you come. I wanted you to want me as bad as I wanted you. But, I realize I can’t have that, and I don’t care. I’m a selfish person. I have you for the rest of the night, and I’m taking you whether you like it or not.”

“Ma- Draco, this is absurd!” Harry hoped he could say something to convince him out of it, “You don’t want me; you hate me!”

“Mmm, yes, I do hate you.” He slid his tongue across Harry’s freshly exposed shoulder, nibbling for a moment at the base of his neck, “Even that doesn’t stop me from wanting you.”

“But. . .” Harry said, “You have a girlfriend!”

“Pansy?” Malfoy quietly chuckled, “She’s a pureblood. Her parents and my parents have been acquainted quite some time. It’s expected of me to be with her. I’ll probably end up marrying her and producing an heir for my father. She cares about me. I care about her. But, I don’t desire her. . . Not like I do you.” He rubbed his hands up Harry’s chest, pinching his nipples into hard nubs.

Harry felt a jolt in between his legs. He gasped. He couldn’t be being turned on by Malfoy; he refused to believe it, “But, what about your friends? Surely, they’ll walk in here.”

“They’re distracted eating dinner right now.” Malfoy explained casually, letting his hands slide to the hem of Harry’s trousers, “I would’ve done this earlier, but they would have come up right away. I summoned a lock on the door, and placed plenty of charms to prevent anyone from hearing us or breaking in here magically.”

“You don’t think they’re going to notice when they can’t get into their dormitory?” Harry asked as Malfoy slipped his shirt the rest of the way off. He placed his tongue at the base of his neck, forcing Harry’s cock to pulse again.

“I don’t really care.” Malfoy set his hands on Harry’s shoulders, lowering himself slowly so he could trace his tongue down Harry’s spine. He stopped for a moment, so he could say, “They can sleep in the common room.” Then, he continued.

“But- Please, Draco!” Harry pleaded, biting his lip to prevent himself from moaning when Malfoy’s tongue reached the small of his back, “C-Can’t you just order me to do something embarrassing in front of the school? Please, don’t do this.”

“I love it when you beg.” Malfoy said. He lifted himself and wrapped his arms around Harry again, digging his nails into his chest, “I learned that earlier today. I think I already humiliated you in front of everybody, enough. I already told you, Potter. I don’t care if you don’t want me back. You belong to me, tonight.”

He grabbed the sides of Harry’s shoulders and turned him around to face him. Rubbing his hands across the brunet’s stomach momentarily, Malfoy slipped one arm under Harry’s armpit and around his back. The other arm clutched onto a chunk of hair from the back of Harry’s head.

Harry could hear Malfoy’s breathing harshly tremble as his lips neared his ear. Malfoy traced the tip of his tongue down the curve of Harry’s throat. Sucking firmly on the base of Harry’s neck, he sharply inhaled through his nose.

Slowly, he placed small kisses lifting across Harry’s neck then on his chin. He stared into Harry’s eyes for a moment, licking his bottom lip. When Malfoy pulled his head toward his own, Harry deeply wanted to turn his head away but feared doing so would be breaking the vow.

Malfoy closed his eyes and locked their lips, intensely inhaling through his nose. Parting his lips slightly, he sucked Harry’s bottom lip into his mouth. A single tear streaked down Harry’s cheek as he could no longer hold it back. He stood silent and motionless, like a rag-doll for the mere purpose of being used and abused.

Breaking their kiss, Malfoy whispered, “Get on your knees, Potter.”

“W-What?” Harry asked, tears fully streaming from both his eyes, “Please, Draco. Please, don’t make me do this.”

“Feel free to keep begging, Potter. It’s only turning me on more.” Malfoy casually explained, unfastening his trousers, “Get on your knees, now!”

Harry hopelessly dropped to his knees with a whimper. Dropping his head, he stared at Malfoy’s shoes. He felt one of Malfoy’s hand ruffle through the top of his hair, then grab a chunk. He forcefully pulled his head up, so Harry stared right at his crotch.

With his free hand, Malfoy pushed his trousers down slightly. He reached into them, pulling out his hard cock, “Suck me, Potter.”

Harry swallowed hard, his heart fiercely pounding against his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes away. His legs shifted uncomfortably in response to the unexpected hard-on in his own trousers. Why am I getting aroused? I hate this!

“I said suck me, Potter!” Malfoy angrily repeated. He held onto his cock, pulling Harry’s face toward him and firmly pressing the tip against his lips.

“Draco, I-“ Harry hesitated, leaning his head back slightly, “I’m a virgin.” He confessed quietly, desperately hoping Malfoy had the tiniest amount of empathy deep in that cruel exterior.

“Really?” Malfoy smirked, “So, not only do I get to have you, but I’ll be the first? That’s wonderful news. You won’t be my first.” With that, Malfoy aggressively pulled Harry’s head to him, forcing his prick into his mouth, “By the way, don’t you DARE bite!”

Harry choked as Malfoy’s cock plunged into the back of his throat. The tears streaking down his face grew thicker. Of all things he imagined Malfoy would make him do, this was never on the list.

Loosening his grip from the hair on the top of Harry’s head, Malfoy slid his hand down to the back of his head. He slowly pulled his hips back then harshly thrust them forward, but Harry’s mouth couldn’t take the full length of his cock, “Don’t make me do all the work. Move, Potter!”

Harry tried to swallow but hardly could on account Malfoy’s large cock sat in his mouth. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he found the blond’s scent somewhat musky. He placed his hands on Malfoy’s thighs and closed his eyes.

Pulling his mouth back, he then moved forward, taking in as much of him as he could. Yet, Harry felt surprised he wasn’t completely revolved by the property of giving Malfoy a blow-job, the way he expected to be.

“Yes, very good.” Malfoy breathed, “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me.”

Opening his eyes, Harry’s gaze lifted to Malfoy’s. He continued bobbing his head up and down his shaft. He watched as Malfoy carefully licked his lips, exhaling a soft moan. Harry’s hard cock twinged in response. He clenched his eyes shut, You don’t like this. You must be still suffering small side-effects from the Sensory Charm he put on you earlier. Yeah! That’s it! Harry suddenly opened his eyes lest he broke the vow.

“Faster.” Malfoy whispered in between shaky breaths. Harry obliged, the back of his throat growing numb, causing him to not gag every time the blond’s cock smashed into it.

Harry’s hand instinctively drifted toward Malfoy’s inner thigh. He didn’t even realize he was doing it until his fingers brushed across his balls. Harry’s cock peaked to a painful throb. He didn’t want to believe blowing Malfoy was turning him on, but his bodily responses suggested otherwise. So, he let his hand fully cup them.

“Oh yes, Harry, keep doing that.” Malfoy hissed, throwing his head back and exuding a long groan.

Harry’s erection writhed when Malfoy said his name. He couldn’t deny that. He definitely liked it when Malfoy referred to him as ‘Harry’.

Harry squeezed his balls gently, careful not to make his grasp painful. His thumb slid around, gently rotating all his fingers. Malfoy’s pants grew heavier, “Oh, yes, Harry, yes!” He whispered in between breaths. Every time he spoke Harry’s name, a burning desire grew within the brunet, actually wanting to pleasure Malfoy.

Harry slid his other hand up, wrapping it around the remaining length that he could not fit in his mouth. Rhythmically, he slid his hand up and down Malfoy’s cock at the same rate he bobbed his head. Malfoy’s head dropped, and he grunted, “Fuck, Harry. You’re good at this.”

Malfoy’s body trembled furiously. Harry felt a hard pulse shoot through Malfoy’s dick. The blond’s breathing cracked and flickered. He whispered between breaths, “You swallow it, Harry. Don’t spill a drop- Mmph!”

Eyes widening in surprise, Harry’s mouth filled with Malfoy’s seed. He slowly pulled his head back. A thick line of saliva connected the head of Malfoy’s prick and Harry’s lip. The brunet struggled to force himself to swallow, a shudder running down his spine when he finally did. He certainly didn’t find the salty flavor pleasant.

“Get up.” Malfoy ordered.

Pushing himself on all fours, Harry stood with his head bowed. He felt disgusted and violated. But, he wasn’t sure if that was due to Malfoy forcing him to suck him or because a part of him actually liked doing it.

“Are you sure you’re a virgin?” Malfoy asked with an arched eyebrow, “You seem a little experienced.”

“I’m not lying.” Harry muttered, keeping his attention to the floor.

“Tell me, again.” Malfoy demanded, “Look me in the eye and don’t lie. That’s an order.”

Furrowing his brow, Harry’s gaze met with Malfoy’s silver eyes, “I’m a virgin, Draco.”

“Not for very much longer.” Malfoy smirked, leaning over and pulling his shoes off, “Go lay on my bed.”

Harry walked over and rolled onto the bed. With a sigh, he stared aimlessly at the overhead hangings. Feeling the bed dip and shift, he knew Malfoy sat next to him but didn’t bother looking over. Harry gently closed his eyes.

He felt the bed shift more. “Look at me.” Malfoy said.

Harry opened his eyes. Malfoy lie next to him on his side. He propped his arms on either side of Harry, so he hung over him. His attention drifting down Malfoy a bit, Harry saw that the blond was completely nude.

“I disgust you, don’t I?” He whispered more to himself than to Harry. Lifting a hand, he let his fingertips gently brush the tears off Harry’s face, then trace down his throat and across his chest, “What I’m doing must be repulsive to you. You’ll never want anything to do with me from now on, worse than you already do.”

He enveloped Harry’s earlobe with his lips. Letting his tongue and lips slide down Harry’s neck, Malfoy buried his face into the curve of his collarbone for a moment. He continued tracing down the brunet’s chest with his lips, whispering, “But, that doesn’t matter right now. Tonight, you’re my slave.” His tongue glided across Harry’s nipple. Sliding his lips over it, he sucked gently.

Harry didn’t reply. He curled his lips inward, biting onto them to prevent himself from moaning. His cock throbbed under his trousers, and he desperately longed to thrust his hips against Malfoy. Yet, Harry truly feared Malfoy knowing how he truly felt or admitting it to himself, for that matter.

Malfoy brought his head back up to Harry’s. He gazed at him yearningly, gently brushing the fringe of his messy black hair away from his forehead. A gentle finger traced across Harry’s scar, “Kiss me.”

Harry’s eyes widened. He swallowed nervously and lifted his head. His lips pressed against Malfoy’s for a mere second before he let his head fall limply back onto the pillow.

“Rubbish.” Malfoy scowled.

“What?” Harry frowned, “You told me to kiss you, and I did.”

“Kiss me like you mean it.” Malfoy explained, “Make me believe that you actually want me.”

“Okay. . .” Harry sighed. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Harry brought a trembling hand to Malfoy’s shoulder. He caressed his hand up his neck, cradling the back of his head. Gently closing his eyes, Harry lifted his head to Malfoy, locking their lips.

Malfoy rest his hand on the side of Harry’s face. He parted his lips and Harry followed. Slipping his tongue into the shorter boy’s mouth, he massaged his tongue against Harry’s. Malfoy swept his fingers through his black hair. Instinctively, Harry slipped his tongue in the blond’s mouth the way he had.

Malfoy gently sucked on his tongue for a moment before pulling away and lowering Harry’s head, “Much better. I truly did think you wanted me for a moment.”

He lowered his face back down to Harry’s chest, placing a hand on his shoulder, “But, you don’t. And you never could, could you?” Tracing his hand down the side of Harry’s torso, he rest his hand against his outer-thigh, “I wanted to see you come, hear you scream my name.” His hand stroked across his leg to his inner-thigh, bringing his hand up toward his crotch, “I guess I can’t have everything. . .

“Or can I?” He asked when his hand cupped Harry’s erection.

“What are you talking about?” Harry whispered, feeling his cheeks flush.

“You’re hard.” Malfoy smirked, “I thought for sure there was no way I could get you hard. You do want me. . .”

“I do not!” Harry snapped defensively.

“Then, why are you hard?” Malfoy licked his bottom lip.

“You’re bloody Sensory Charm is still affecting me!” His attention fell to the door as he could feel his face intensely burn.

Malfoy boisterously laughed, “No, it’s not! I took that off you ages ago. They only last a couple minutes, anyway. Both our wands are in the pocket of my trousers, which are lying on the floor, mind you. I haven’t cast that on you since our duel.”

Harry’s lips curled.

“Look at me.” Malfoy said.

Harry growled and redirected his attention to Malfoy.

“Admit it.”

“Draco,” Harry whined, “I can’t want you; I hate you, especially after all that’s happened today.”

“Look. You can’t make sense of your feelings the way I can’t mine.” Malfoy explained, “But, you can’t deny the feelings not there.”

“Okay, I admit it.” Harry said quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Malfoy asked.

“I didn’t know.” Harry replied, “I- I kept trying to convince myself it was from the Sensory Charm. . .”

“So, that’s why you were crying.” Malfoy chuckled slightly, “I thought you were revolted with me touching you, turns out you were disgusted with yourself. You weren’t resisting me; you were resisting temptation.”

Harry bit onto his bottom lip.

“Listen. I’m not proud either.” Malfoy said, “Why don’t you just relax and enjoy it while we have this opportunity.” He closed his hand around Harry’s cock through the material of his clothing, “Do you still want me to touch you?”

Harry shuddered with excitement, his prick throbbing in Malfoy’s hand, “Yes.”

“That’s what I thought.” Malfoy grinned, sitting up. Wrapping his fingers around the tops of Harry’s trousers and pants, he pulled them down to Harry’s knees.

He repositioned himself, lying on his side with his head propped over Harry’s like it was before. Placing a hand on Harry’s hip, he pressed his lips against the brunet’s cheek. He slid his face to Harry’s ear, “I like it when you beg for me, Harry.”

He shivered when Malfoy spoke his name, “God, Draco, I want you so bad. Touch me. Please!”

“Oh, yes!” Malfoy gently breathed, sliding his hand over to Harry’s erection. Encircling his fingers around the base, he brought his hand up then back down.

He stroked Harry slowly and sensually. Malfoy brought his face back to Harry’s neck. Harry didn’t try to fight back his moan this time. And when he did, Malfoy’s kisses grew fiercer.

“Harder, Draco. Please!” Harry begged, whimpering softly when Malfoy obliged.

Malfoy lightly nipped the edge of Harry’s ear, then brought his face over Harry’s. Immediately, the brunet threw his arms around Malfoy’s neck, crushing their lips together.

Malfoy intensely slid his lips over Harry’s, who followed just as passionately. Their tongues massaged forcefully against one another, making Malfoy speed up his movements.

Instinctively arching his hips upward, he forced his hard-on even farther into Malfoy’s hand. Harry let his arms relax, as Malfoy broke their kiss. Licking his lips and gently closing his eyes, Harry whispered, “Oh, you feel so good Draco. You’re going to make me come.”

Malfoy fervently sped up his strokes, making Harry’s eyes shoot open wide and bite onto his bottom lip with a loud, “Mmph!”

Harry’s breathing grew loud and unsteady. How could I have denied myself this?

Harry latched his mouth onto the base of Malfoy’s neck. Suckling and nipping, Harry savored his flavor. His head dropped, and his body convulsed slightly. Digging his nails into the blond’s back, he thrust his hips upward again, “Draco. Oh God, yes. Draco!” He cried, his eyes wide open and his prick shooting white streams across his and Malfoy’s chests.

His heart harshly pounding, Harry breathed deeply to regain his breath.

Malfoy grinned, “Better than I ever could have imagined.”

Harry blushed, averting his attention away and nervously biting onto his bottom lip. Malfoy sat up, crawling of to the edge of the bed and getting off. He ruffled with something on the floor.

Crawling back on the bed, he held is wand in one hand. Harry sat up, grasping the base of Malfoy’s neck on either side. Before he had time to react, Harry smashed their lips together.

Setting his free hand on the small of Harry’s back, Malfoy leaned forward, laying Harry back down.

“Scourgify.” He whispered, flourishing the wand over his and Harry’s chest to which they were magically cleaned.

He grabbed Harry’s pants and trousers, pulling them the rest of the way off, “Spread your legs.” Malfoy said, licking his bottom lip.

Harry’s eyes widen, but he did as he was told. Malfoy crawled over to him, sitting on his knees in between Harry’s legs.

He whispered an incantation, pointing his wand at his crotch. Instantly, his cock was saturated in lubricant. Dropping his wand, he leaned over Harry, propping himself over him with his arms resting by the sides of his head.

Harry swallowed hard. Even if he did want Malfoy, he still felt anxious over the property of having sex with him. He’d never done this before, and all he could think was that it would probably hurt.

Malfoy bit his bottom lip, his silver eyes wide with a burning desire. Pushing his hips forward, he nudged Harry’s opening. Harry bit his tongue to hold back a frightened gasp, but it slipped anyway.

Furrowing his brow, Malfoy heaved a sigh, “Fuck!” He whispered, sitting up. Turning around, Malfoy crawled over to the end of the bed, adjusting himself to sit with his legs hanging over the edge. His face fell into his hands.

Harry curiously quirked a brow. Sitting up, he crawled over to Malfoy, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what’s come over me.” Malfoy said. His voice was muffled by his hands, but Harry could still understand what he was saying, “I don’t want to do this now. Well, I do. But, now that I know how you really feel. . . I think what I did was. . .” He hesitated, “wrong.”

“That’s called guilt.” Harry said.

“I know that!” Malfoy snarled, lifting his head, “I’m not used to feeling this. Merlin, I’m not even sure if I have before. I can be outright cruel to people and not think twice about it. I know I’m being mean; it’s not like I’m oblivious to it. But, why do I all of the sudden care right now?”

“Maybe you feel more than just lust, Draco.” Harry suggested to him.

“Psh! Don’t get your hopes up, Potter.” Malfoy threw in. Harry frowned at the sudden downgrade to his surname.

Harry sighed, placing a hand on Malfoy’s shoulder, “Look. Don’t worry about it. I want to do this.”

“But, earlier you didn’t.” Malfoy replied.

“Yes, I did.” Harry said, “We already established that.”

“But, I didn’t know that, Harry!” Malfoy retorted. Harry felt pleased that he was being referred to as ‘Harry’ again, “I thought you didn’t, and I made you do it, anyway. I practically raped you! Now my head’s running with all these emotions. It was easier when I thought you were repulsed by me!”

Malfoy’s face fell back into his hands, “Maybe you should just go. . .”

“I’m not going.” Harry said.

“Yes, you are!” Malfoy snapped, looking back up at him, “That’s an or-“

Harry smacked his hand over the blond’s mouth. Malfoy’s eyes widened in shock at his sudden aggressiveness, “No. I won’t leave! So, don’t order me to, or you’ll end up killing me!”

Harry dropped his hand with a sigh. He continued, “We’ve both had a rough past with each other. Granted, most of it’s your doing. But, it’s not like we’ve ever been especially civil to each other. The point is, we’re just going to have to forgive each other. It’s not like we’re going to have this opportunity again.”

“But-“ Malfoy started.

“But, nothing. I forgive you!” Harry interjected.

Malfoy bit his bottom lip hesitantly, “Fine.” He finally spoke, “But, under one condition. We’re doing this right. That means, everything you do is done of your own free will. And that is an order!”

Harry’s brain spun in confusion, trying to wrap his mind over the last two statements, “Okay, fine.” He finally said.

Leaning over, Malfoy closed his eyes. He placed a hand gently on Harry’s cheek, pressing their lips together. Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s waist, closing his eyes as well. While their lips slid over one another, and their tongues intertwined, Malfoy leaned forward, setting Harry on his back and lying on top of him.

Harry could feel Malfoy’s sharp erection press firmly into his pelvis. He slid slightly while above him as his prick was still covered in lube.

Using his free hand, Malfoy reached up to grab his wand. Breaking their kiss, Malfoy sat up, to the side of Harry. He whispered the same incantation he used before, this time pointing the wand at his hand.

Harry adjusted himself so he fully lay on the bed. Malfoy followed him, carelessly tossing his wand aside.

“You’re going to have to relax.” Malfoy said, lying on his stomach right next to Harry, “And let me know if this hurts.”

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath and spreading his legs.

Malfoy lowered his lube-covered hand. Reaching under Harry’s crotch, he pressed a finger against his opening. He nervously bit his lip for a moment, “Are you sure you want to do this, Harry? We don’t have to.”

“Yes, Draco, I’m sure.” Harry said.

“Just tell me at anytime if you want me to stop, and I will.” Malfoy replied.

Harry smirked, “Okay, Draco. You’re acting like a namby pamby; it’s weird.”

Malfoy playfully scowled, then continued. He slowly pressed one finger forward. Harry impulsively tensed, then let his body relax. He closed his eyes, taking slow breaths. Malfoy pulled his finger back, and when it was almost all the way out, he carefully pushed it back in.

Harry swallowed hard when Malfoy inserted a second finger. Opening his eyes, he saw that Malfoy nervously bit his bottom lip. Their eyes remained intensely locked as Malfoy slowly continued to slide his two fingers in and out.

Malfoy’s fingertips brushed against Harry’s prostate. The brunet grunted in response causing Malfoy to stop, his fingers resting inside of him, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine.” Harry breathed, “Seriously, stop acting like such a wimp. Where’s that mean streak I’m used to?”

Malfoy furrowed his brow, quickly slipping in a third finger. Harry gasped, and his eyes sprung open. Malfoy’s eyebrows raised like he felt bad for doing that, but Harry whispered, “It’s okay, Draco.”

Licking his lips, Malfoy continued penetrating him with his three fingers, still at a slow rate. He stopped and firmly rubbed his fingertips against Harry’s prostate.

With another grunt, Harry clenched his eyes shut. His cock throbbed and shot a trace amount of pre-cum, “Oh, God. . .” He whispered.

Malfoy gradually increased his speed. Harry whimpered, his dick pulsating uncontrollably, “Fuck, Draco, I want more. I want you inside me. Please.” He begged.

Carefully pulling his fingers out of Harry, Malfoy adjusted himself. Sitting on his knees in between Harry’s legs, Malfoy slipped his arms under the brunet’s calves and wrapped them around. He pulled Harry’s hips up slightly and leaned down a little. His still lubricated cock pressed firmly against his moderately stretched ring of muscle.

“Please, Draco. I can’t take it anymore.” Harry whined, opening his eyes and looking at Malfoy.

Slowly pushing his pelvis forward, Malfoy’s dick penetrated Harry. When his full length filled Harry, the head pressed firmly against his prostate. Harry’s body instinctively tensed, and his own erection oozed more pre-cum.

Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, Malfoy sighed a slight moan while slowly pulling his dick out of Harry. He stopped when only his head remained in, then pressed back forward.

With a soft sigh, Harry’s body relaxed. The overall sensation felt pleasurable but slightly uncomfortable. Malfoy had stretched him enough so that the tissue didn’t tear, but he still felt a mild burning sensation. Yet, every time Malfoy’s cock smacked into his prostate, the burning sensation faded.

Harry groaned every time Malfoy entered him. Although, it felt good when the blond’s cock rubbed against his prostate, Harry’s cock throbbed, desiring it’s own attention.

Reaching down, Harry slid his hand across his pelvis, picking up the remnants of lube Malfoy had rubbed off earlier. He firmly enveloped his hard-on in his hand and slid his hand up and down himself at the same rate that Malfoy slid in and out of him.

“Harry. . .” Malfoy sighed, progressively thrusting his hips forward faster. Harry sped up his strokes in accordance with the Slytherin.

Very carefully, Malfoy lowered Harry’s hips, leaning forward as he did so. He adjusted his legs and propped himself barely over Harry with his elbows resting on either side of the brunet’s head.

Malfoy continued pumping his dick in and out of Harry but at a much higher rate of speed. Harry brought his hand’s speed up to match. He pulled his legs in, hugging his knees against Malfoy’s hips.

Lowering his head, Malfoy locked their lips. Harry took his free hand and wrapped it around the back of his head. Parting his lips, he sucked Harry’s bottom lip into his mouth, nipping at it gently.

Harry slightly opened his mouth, to which Malfoy let go of his bottom lip. He teasingly flickered his tongue against the blond’s. Malfoy retaliated, aggressively rubbing his tongue against Harry’s.

Pulling the small of his back down, Harry arched his pelvis so his arse pointed upward somewhat, allowing Malfoy’s length to penetrate him completely. He immediately sped up his thrusts to its peak.

“Yes, Harry. Yes!” He hissed, then biting into his bottom lip so hard, the surrounding skin turned pink.

Reaching down, Malfoy encased Harry’s hand within his own. He forced the brunet’s hand to clench tightly on his cock and brought him up and down at the same intense speed that he penetrated him.

Beads of sweat thickly formed against Harry’s hairline, leaving his ebony hair damp. His eyes clenching shut for a moment, his body convulsed. Harry’s eye sprung back open while he lustfully cried Draco’s name. His milky discharge thickly poured onto his stomach.

Their eyes remained locked to each others. Forcing his hips forward one last time, Malfoy’s body stayed rigid. Grasping Harry’s shoulders, he dug his nails into the Gryffindor’s skin. Malfoy projected a hard grunt while his teeth remained embedded into his bottom lip.

Taking a large breath, Malfoy’s body fell limply. He laid loosely across him with his face resting to the side of Harry’s. Their bodies covered in sweat, the boys’ breathed heavily, lying in silence for several moments.

Slowly pulling his cock out of Harry, Malfoy rolled off of him, lying to the side. Both boys’ eyes lingered on the overhead hangings.

Harry felt the bed shift again and knew that Malfoy had crawled off. His eyes drifting toward him, Harry saw that the blond had grabbed his wand. Getting back on the bed, Malfoy repeated the spell his did earlier, cleaning Harry’s seed off of him.

Flopping back down next to Harry, Malfoy sighed, lying on his side. Harry turned to face him, reaching an arm under to pillow to give his head extra support.

Letting go of his wand, Malfoy’s arm hung loosely in front of his chest. Harry took his free hand and slowly moved it toward Malfoy’s, lightly resting his hand on top. Malfoy immediately interlaced their fingers, much to Harry’s delight.

Breaking their eye contact, Harry’s eyes strayed to another four poster as he quietly asked, “Do you think we could ever. . . you know, have a real relationship? Not just. . .”

“Fucking?” Malfoy finished for him.

“Yeah.” Harry whispered, averting his gaze back to Malfoy.

“It’s complicated, Harry.” Malfoy said. Although his tone sounded friendly, Harry couldn’t help but feel rejected. Malfoy continued, “We are compatible, very much so I might add, on a physical level. But, we have different values. We conflict, and we always fight-“

“We’re not fighting right now.” Harry interrupted.

“It’s not even just that.” Malfoy replied, “Perhaps, that can be worked on. In fact, it probably could. But, if I were to take someone home to family that wasn’t a pure-blood, they would disown me. I think even my mother would, and that says a lot. Now, let’s say I happened to bring home a half-blood that was also male. . . I think--no, I know my father would break out of Azkaban just so he could kill me.”

“The way Snape is going to kill me tomorrow?” Harry asked, the volume in his voice loud and his tone almost hysterical.

“Professor Snape won’t kill you.” Malfoy incredulously rolled his eyes.

“Yes, he will!” Harry snapped, “You don’t understand, Draco. Snape HATES me!”

“Oh yes, Harry, I know.” Malfoy sighed. He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll-“ He hesitated, “I’ll take the blame.”

“How?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll come up with something.” Malfoy sighed, “At worst, I’ll tell him the truth.”

“You would actually do that for me?” Harry raised his eyebrows.

“I can’t believe I’m actually saying this.” He shook his head slightly, “Maybe it’s the endorphins talking, but yes.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

Harry sighed. They remained silent for a moment before Harry asked, “So, what happens with us from now on?”

“We go about our normal routine as if this night never happened.” Malfoy casually explained, “We treat each other with the common disregard that everyone expects of us.”

Furrowing his brow, Harry frowned. His eyes idly drifted to their embraced hands, lingering for a moment. Then, he looked back up at Malfoy, “What about after the war?”

“What?” Malfoy arched an eyebrow.

“You’re right. It’s too complicated right now.” Harry said, “But, assuming we survive, assuming all is well, assuming society isn’t chronically gripped in fear, maybe we could have a relationship. If nobody is stressed anymore, our families and friends may be more willing to compromise with each other. Then, we could have enough time to reconcile our own differences.”

“You sure think highly of the future.” Malfoy said.

“You don’t?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know.” Malfoy shrugged, his jaw twitched slightly, “I try not to think about it.”

“Well, what do you think?”

Malfoy sighed, his eyes strayed downward, “Assuming everything is all sunshine and flowers like you expect it, then maybe we could.”

A shy smile appeared across Harry’s face. He didn’t expect a precise answer and felt happy with what he got.

Malfoy directed his eyes back up to Harry, “So, do you want to leave now or stay the night here?”

“I’d like to stay.” Harry replied, “But, what about your friends?”

Malfoy scoffed with a smirk across his face, “I already told you. They can sleep in the common room. I don’t care. They’re stupid, and they’re assholes.”

“Yeah they are.” Harry laughed. Malfoy chuckled with him. Of all that took place that night, Harry found him and Malfoy laughing together the most out of place, yet at the same time, satisfying.

Letting go of Harry’s hand, Malfoy slipped his hand under Harry’s arm. Wrapping his arm around the brunet’s ribs, Malfoy pulled Harry close to him.

Harry sighed, “Draco, I don’t know if I can do this. I mean, now that I know what I know, every time I look at you, I’m going to feel different. I don’t know if I can continue pretending to hate you.”

“Well you’re going to have to, Harry.” Malfoy replied, “At least, for now. Maybe one day it won’t be this way, but for now, it has to. And. . .” He hesitated, “You’re a strong person. I know you can do it. Don’t you DARE tell anyone I said that!”

“I wasn’t going to.” Harry chuckled slightly, “What makes you say that anyway?”

“I had to cast that charm on you three times before you started begging for me.” Malfoy said, “Most people start begging after I cast it once.”

“How many people have you cast it on?” Harry asked, his eyebrows lowered.

“I only did to make sure it would work on you!” Malfoy defensively replied.

“You’re a prat. You know that?”

“Yeah and you love it.” Malfoy smirked.

Harry grinned and shook his head. He gently closed his eyes. I sure hope this war is brief.

fin

A/N: Special thanks to hp-lexicon.org, http://community.livejournal.com/potterwords/ and http://www.sunsite.ubc.ca/LatinDictionary/ for making my life easier. :) Ero, of course, for beta'ing for me. ^.^ And, for everybody who read this. Thank you again for all the comments. I appreciate every single one of them. :D