"So the potion really did work huh?" Malfoy questioned.

"Clearly." Harry emphasized. "Fuck..." he whispered. Malfoy, feeling a bit sorry, went up to him and patted him back. With the sudden feeling, each pat felt so good Harry knelt down and nearly screamed his moans. "Ahh!" Malfoy immediately backed down once this happened, but, maybe it was the potion affecting him too, but, he seemed to have loved to hear the near screams Harry just did. Wanting a bit more, he pinned him on the ground, his hands against both of Potter's shoulders, and ran his right hand down the other's chest. Harry, arched in, accepting the feeling and scratched at the floor, forcing himself not to make any sounds.

"Potter, you seem to like this very much ey?" Draco scoffed.

"Oh go and insult me for something I clearly cannot- fuck shit! Would you stop with that touch!" Harry scowled. Malfoy, not really bothering to take the insults, he took off Harry's scarf (thing) and slowly started to strip off any clothing on the upper half of his body. Taking off his own gloves, (it was winter) he touched Harry's pale white smooth skin, so soft to touch. His lips placed on his neck, marking him everywhere. Harry running his hands under Malfoy's clothing, realized how different each touch was. Clearly this wasn't a type of touch where he was forced to, but a type of touch of possessiveness. "Fuck... Malfoy... More..." He couldn't help but pant. Draco couldn't help but roughly slide his right hand down in Harry's pants. 

"Potter, you are quite begging for it aren't you?" Malfoy's teasing somehow made Harry want the blonde even more. He nodded.

"Give me your all." The low near growl turned the slytherin on. Harry moaning at the touch of his rival, turned him on. Malfoy kept rubbing at his hard member and nearly drooling, his lips collided with Harry's. At first it was a sweet slow kiss, but it didn't last for long and grew into an intense wet tongue involving make out session. Malfoy's fingers wrapped around Harry's member in a tight possessive grasp as he moved up and down and heard the gryffandor yell and moan, his left arm on the other's back and his right in the blondes hair. 

"Fuck! Malfoy more!" He did as he asked and could suddenly feel a sticky liquid feeling, later realizing it was cum, he took out his hand and licked it.

"Hmm, Potter, you taste good." Harry getting irritated by the fact that he couldn't physically touch him, he started to do the same process the slytherin did. Harry's finger's ran down Malfoy's bare chest as he started to play with the arrogant boy, teasing him. 

"Malfoy, haven't really heard from you yet now have I?" He knew where he was going with this. Harry's lips trailed down Malfoy's upper front, down to where of course, he would start. Malfoy could feel a hot, warm, pleasurable feeling down over there and he couldn't help but gasp.

"Damn Potter, really trying huh?" It didn't even sound like a tease. His voice was wavering as he felt his tongue, his warm wet tongue, feeling wherever the gryffandor could reach. His hands on the pure blood's thighs, his mouth dripping with saliva, and him kneeling. As he heard the faint moans coming from Draco, he noticed how hard he was trying not to make any noises. "Wait, Harry... Stop... Coming...!" He automatically stopped and slipped it out of his mouth. Draco was panting hard and so was Potter. Harry pushed him down so that he could sit and Harry straddled his lap.

"Do it..." Harry whispered in a tone like no other. His voice was low and a near growl like before. his breath warm, his skin hot and sticky. The pure blood  nodded and slid down Harry's pants to the point where he could do "it". He licked his own fingers and as the brunette watched, he licked his own lips and thought about the dirty thought with both him and the pure blood. The forbidden relation between a muggle born and a pure blooded wizard. He thought about their skin, their bodies rubbing each other, touching each other, colliding with each other. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden weird feeling mixed with a hint of pleasure. Suddenly realizing he was getting fingered by the boy in front of him, his so called rival. Harry, moving his hips along with the movement of his finger, no, two, then three, he suddenly stopped to pull the blonde in to take in the pleasure without screaming, yelling, or even worse, faint. He took quick breaths in and nodded subconsciously. 

"Give it to me... Fuck me hard... Give me your all..." Harry's pleads made Malfoy hard as he thought about fucking him. Harry fucking Potter, in the ars... (I had to) His three fingers spread in a scissoring motion then quickly, but gently, pulled them out and took his own and placed the tip at the entrance. 

"You sure? It might-"

"I don't care, I want it Draco... I need it... Please... Fuck... Me..." After hearing his first name like that, he knew if he did it, he wouldn't stop, so answering his pleads, he slid it in. Harry cursed at the pain, the pain that was addicting, that was so good, yet he went with it.  "Malfoy... Malfoy...! Malfoy!" He moaned out loud, and the wizard heard, making him hard again. A bit disappointed by the fact that he didn't call him by his first name again, he let it go once he heard the tempting, bewitching, and seductive moans. 

"Harry," he called out in a slight whimper. "You feel so good." Harry could barely hold on, but asked for more.

"More, deeper, harder, just-" He was cut off by his own sound. Malfoy really wanted the brunette to moan his name like last time, so he made him a deal.

"Moan my name with that voice, and I'll fuck you all the way." Harry, not even thinking twice, did exactly as he was told.

"Draco! Please, all the way." With that, he could feel himself ready to release, but he held it in and put lil' Harry on the ground to do what he wanted. He rocked his hips back and forth, accelerating faster to get more in, until finally in moments, he had a grin, plastered on his face.

"I'm all in Harry..." Harry whimpered at the sound of his name, and his voice. That arrogant alluring voice. Malfoy leaned in towards Harry and Harry snaked his arms around the other's neck. Draco again, rocked his hips back and forth slowly, but started to go faster, and with each thrust, Harry could feel it going all the way in and all the way out. Potter suddenly jolted at an electrifying feeling. 

"Shit... What was that?" Harry breathlessly asked. The blonde smiled, and while moving, he explained what happened. 

"I hit your 'spot'." Harry answered with a soft moan. "Your spot is your main point. I was looking for that, but you being stubborn and wanted me to do it anyway too." He pouted. Forgetting it afterwards and filling his mind with lust and the sweet sounds of his lover... Wait... His lover? Pushing it aside, he kept going until he ended up hitting that one spot, and that spot only.

"Shit I'm..." He was out of breath, not even finishing his sentence. However, the blonde understood. He thrusted harder. 

"Harry..."

"Draco..." The two kissed a short sweet kiss before both of them released a sticky substance. Harry was left breathless, and Draco was left panting. 

"That was..."

"Amazing?" Draco continued. Harry laughed.

"Yeah." There was a moment of silence before any of them spoke.

"I love you." That was quick. Harry sprang up, despite the fact that he was exhausted.

"What?" He question. The question made Draco doubt that his feelings were ever returned. He never really thought about it, but, after this, he realized how much he wanted, no needed Harry. Harry thought about it for a second. "To be honest, I've never really thought about that..." This statement added a small beam of hope into his heart.

"Well... We should probably get dressed before Snape catches us naked." Harry shuddered at the thought.

"I hate you Draco for bring that up." He shrugged.

"Well, that couldn't be helped." He said while trying to put on his upper clothing. Both of them managed to get dressed, despite the fact that Harry was in pain. 

"And to answer your question, I return them." His heart fluttered when he heard those words. But something ticked him off.

"Prove it." Without a second thought, they were going for a second round.

END!

~side story~ What happened in the classroom.

Chitter chatter. Chitter chatter. 

The room was so loud, Snape just couldn't handle it. 

"Everybody. SHUT UP!" The class stayed silent, then out of no where, Ron shouts in horror.

"What happened to Harry?" Then one of Malfoy's minions popped up.

"And what about Malfoy eh?" Snape just couldn't handle it and...

"They're fucking in the other room!"

END

A/N So? How'd like it? Did you like it? I can't believe I wrote this... I am innocent I swear! Okay... Bye! Thx for reading.

A/N To me:This is terrible...