The two of them were dancing; their colorings were in perfect contrast. Harry, with his black hair
and sun kissed skin, Draco with his silvery hair and creamy skin. Both were trying to ignore the voice in their heads, urging the two of them together.
Most everyone dancing near them could feel the tension, yet no one moved to acknowledge it. It was Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy after all, nobody wanted to mistakenly incur their wrath.

‘This is starting to be a problem for me. I can face down a dark lord, but put me with a guy I like and I’m a bloody coward.’ Harry began to think as Draco came into his field of vision again.

The lights that were in the Slytherin Common Room gave Draco a flushed and ethereal quality.

‘Where did the lights come from?’ a stray thought as he watched Draco move.

Glancing up to look at Draco’s face, he was startled to see the blond looking at him as well. He continued to watch as Draco’s gaze moved up his body, causing a pleasant shiver to run through his frame, suppressing a small moan as those glittering silver orbs raked up to his face.

Gulping at the emotions welling up inside, Harry tore his eyes away and continued to move, somehow hoping that the physical activity of dancing would keep his mind off of other physical activities that had sprung to the forefront of his mind.

A few more moments passed and he thought he had control of himself when another body brushed against his. Turning his head he came face to face with Draco. Draco’s eyes widened, seeing the hunger he acutely felt for Harry reflected in the emerald gaze.

Making a quick decision, Draco grabbed Harry by the wrist and pulled him through the group of swaying, grinding, and sweaty bodies. He was slightly surprised to get no resistance at all from the Gryffindor. It appeared that Harry was just as eager to escape the crowd as Draco.

Harry was a little unprepared when they reached heir destination. They were standing in front of the seventh year boys’ dorm. Draco opened the door, allowing Harry to go in first.

Despite his slight alcohol induced haze, Harry inspected the dorm room. It was similar to the Gryffindor dorms in the fact that it had large four-poster beds and that was where the similarities ended. Instead of a circular room, it was long and spread out. Vibrant scarlet’s and gold’s were replaced by shades of green and shining silvers and gray’s. At the far end of the dorm was a bed with two large wardrobes near it. Turning back to Draco he spoke.

“That bed at the end is yours, isn’t it?”

Smirking, Draco locked the door and quickly set up a ward to keep people from coming in.

“Yes, it is. What gave it away?”

Harry rolled his eyes and threw up a ward of his own to alert them if someone was trying to get in.

“Hmm. Maybe because it’s the only bed surrounded by clothing.”

“I’m still not seeing your point.” Draco deadpanned, all the while aware that he and Harry were locked in a bedroom together.

The brunette wandered over to Draco’s bed and looked at his area. What really caught his attention were the wardrobes. They were covered in intricate designs. Dragons. Carved into the wood were different types of dragons, all appeared to be in motion. Some were carved in mid flight and others looked as if they were going to spout fire at any moment. Amidst all the dragons Harry spotted the single Hungarian Hornatail. It was at the highest point of one of the wardrobes and it seemed to be guarding the area. The handles of the wardrobes were silver wings.

Without thinking, Harry sat on the bed and looked at Draco, who had been observing him the entire time. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Harry averted his gaze, still in awe of the swirling emotions instead of Draco’s normally stoic mask. Draco moved in front of Harry and dropped down to rest on his knees. He rubbed his face and sighed.

“Harry, I’m tired. I’m tired of pretending that nothing is happening. Ignoring the fact that every time I see you my heart feels like it’s being squeezed. I can’t breathe! I’m tired of not being with you, missing you. I can’t pretend and I’m hoping and praying that you feel the same way. Because, Harry, I’m lost right now.”

Speechless during Draco’s exclamation, Harry’s mind flew to all the stolen glances, blushes and moments of happiness throughout his friendship with the Slytherins. He slid off the bed to kneel next to Draco and murmured.

“Do you know how relieving it is to hear that? Gods Draco, I was going mad trying to ignore what was happening. I thought you’d hate me if I told you I fancied you rotten. I’m just as tired as you are and I need to stop hiding what I’m feeling.”

Draco and Harry were leaning against each other when Harry turned and placed a hand on Draco’s chin, bringing his head up. Harry’s eyes dropped to the blonds’ lips. They were a pale pink; the bottom lip was slightly fuller than the other. Oh, how many times he’d watched Draco chew on that lip while writing their songs. The lips parted slightly and that was all the invitation he needed. His lips
pressed against Draco’s for a surprisingly rough kiss. He brought his hands up to tangle in the platinum locks. Draco gripped Harry’s shoulders and pulled the two of them together. Neither of them battled for dominance. They didn’t need it. At this moment it was just two people meeting for that perfect kiss, both wanting with all their hearts to give so much to the other. It was in that space of a breath that for once all was right in the world.

Harry moaned as Draco’s tongue pushed into his mouth and massaged Harry’s. The Gryffindor nipped slightly at Draco’s lip, giving into the urge he’d felt many times while Draco wrote music.

Gradually, the kiss calmed down, until it was slow and passionate. Harry gently ran his tongue over Draco’s abused lip and the other boy gasped at the feeling. They finally parted, resting their foreheads against each other. Panting slightly, they began to stand up, only to have Draco push Harry backwards onto his bed. Harry’s glazed eyes widened at the predatory grin on Draco’s face.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you here Harry.” He whispered, lust coloring his voice.

“I think I might have some clue,” Harry replied, shifting to recline on the bed. Draco climbed onto the bed and sank on top of Harry. Their bodies pressed against each other left no question to how they felt. Draco’s hardness pushed up against Harry’s thigh. Harry arched causing the blond to moan at the pleasure that shot up from his groin. Smiling wickedly Harry arched again, only to have Draco rub against his own shaft. Draco straddled Harry and unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled off his own, disregarding the buttons that popped off in the process. Harry's hand drifted between their bodies and began to rhythmically grip at Draco's straining cock. Moaning at the feel of it, Draco bent forward to suck at a spot on Harry’s neck, he let his teeth graze the sensitive skin there. Gasping at the feel of it Harry’s eyes shut in bliss when Draco's teeth continued to nibble and suck at the tender skin, marking Harry as his own. The feeling was expanded upon when Draco began to rock his hips and grind down onto Harry’s cock. Still sucking on his neck, Draco continued to set the pace until Harry gripped his hips and stilled him.

“Wait,” he panted.

“What’s wrong?” Draco questioned, fearing that Harry thought they were moving to fast.

“Take off your pants.” Harry demanded.

Doing as ordered Draco’s pants were quickly undone and thrown to the ground, Harry was pleasantly surprised to see that Draco wasn't wearing any underwear. His own followed soon after, despite his trembling fingers.

When both were undressed Harry pulled Draco back up to straddle him. He reached his hand to grip Draco’s cock and began to stroke it in time to Draco’s rocking. Their breathing became more labored and their movements more frantic, until Draco stopped, his breath harsh in the silence of the room.

“Draco…”

“Ah! Harry, I’m gonna…I need to be inside of you."

Slightly aprehensive, Harry nodded, knowing Draco wouldn't hurt him.

Seeing Harry's worry, Draco kissed him softly.

"It will be fine, I promise."

At that he opened the drawer in his bedside table, removing a small pot of some sort of liquid Harry didn't recognize. Draco then moved towards Harry, propping his legs up an positioning a pillow under Harry's arse. He then pointed his wand at the Gryffindor's opening and muttered a spell. A moment later, Harry gasped as a coolness went through his insides.

"Cleansing spell," Draco answered the unasked question, "And this is lubrication. It makes it easier to get inside you and I hear it feels pretty good too."

Flabbergasted, Harry questioned Draco.

"You mean, you never...you haven't done this before." he flushed slightly.

"No...I've read about it, to know what to do, but I've never. I always wanted to make love to someone I actually cared about and who cared about me." he murmured,

Glowing slightly at Draco's words, Harry wasn't allowed to savour the feeling because Draco had postioned himself in front of Harry and dipped a finger in the lube, it warmed instantly. He slowly began to massage the tight ring of muscle that guarded Harry's hole. Harry gasped at the unknown feeling, shuddering slightly when Draco slowly pushed the finger inside.

"It's okay, just a bit more and it will start to feel better."

Nodding his acceptance, he tried to relax as the finger began to ever so slowly and carefully pump in and out, soon being joined by a second finger. Harry hissed in discomfort, being calmed once again by Draco's soothing voice.

"It's alright, luv, give it a moment."

Draco began to scissor the two fingers, loosening Harry's hole, until finally a third finger was added. After a moment, his fingers brushed against something inside Harry that caused the slightly smaller boy to arch in pleasure, crying out.

"Ah! Fuck! What was that?!"

"That my dear, was your prostate. Like it?"

"Fuck! More, do it again!"

Chuckling, Draco carried out Harry's demand, brushing that bundle of nerves again and again, until Harry was a moaning, arching, crying, incoherent heap of pleasure. The blond removed his fingers to a slurping sound from the significantly loosened hole. He bit his lip in anticipation.

"Harry. It's time, I can't wait any longer and you're ready." he spoke, taking the lube and applying it to his hardened length. He slowly pressed the tip of his cock against Harry's opening, and slowly, maddeningly slowly, he pushed in.

Harry winced slightly as he felt the head of Draco's cock pop passed the ring of muscle, but he forced himself to relax, knowing that in a few moments it would be worth a fleeting bit of pain. And he was right, once Draco was firmly sheathed within him, Draco stopped, panting in exertion from stopping himself from slamming into Harry. He tightened his grip on Harry's knees and slowly pulled out, then pressing forward again. He did this repeatedly until Harry began to push back, his tight hole squeezing in pleasure around Draco.

"Dray...faster...not gonna last much longer..." Harry panted.

Draco nodded and began to move. In and out. Faster and faster. The sound of their bodies coming together was intoxicating. Draco's grunts mixed with Harry's moans, both eager for the feeling of being complete. Soon Draco's movements became more edgy, and erratic. Harry met him thrust for thrust, nearly crying out as Draco to his cock and stroked it in rhythm with his thrusting hips.

"Yes! Oh, gods yes! Faster, please, Dray. More!"

At this, Draco shuddered out his release, shouting as he spurted his warmth into Harry's tight hole. A few thrusts later and Harry joined him in falling over the edge. Draco collapsed on top of Harry, the after effects of his orgasm leaving him with stars in his eyes. Groaning, he pulled out of Harry and moved off of him, not wanting to crush him. He quickly grabbed his wand to clean away the cooling remnants of their release, before rolling over and pulling Harry to him. He relaxed when Harry gave a sigh of contentment and moved to snuggle closer.

“Harry?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“I think that this was the best thing we ever agreed on.”

“For once, you’re right.”

“Yeah….wait, what? I’ll have you know that I’m always right Potter.” Draco yawned.

“Really, Malfoy? I’m inclined to disagree.”

“Prat.”

“Git.”

“Arse.”

“You know you love it though.” Harry murmured sleepily.

“It is a fine arse.”

"Ha."

And at that, the two of them were asleep, more relaxed and comfortable than either of them could remember.







A/N: There you have it. My first ever attempt at writing some hot boy on boy action.