And after the dance that left them a little tired, as it was midnight, they decided to head out and be on their way to their required dormitories for some sleep. However, as Draco pushed the white doors open, that led out into the dark hallways of the funhouse, he froze as he had no idea where to go.

Harry knew what was going through Draco's head just by a feeling. The boy was lost. "Just follow me, my love," he tells him, and assures him that there is a way out. "I know how to get out. I did design this place, if you didn't know."

Draco intertwines hands with him, and lets Harry lead him out of what Harry called a 'Funhouse' and he just couldn't believe it. There were trap doors and invisible doors everywhere in the Funhouse that he just couldn't believe he missed. There were doors leading into the maze of mirrors, and Harry showed him how he appeared in the maze of mirrors and disappeared.

"You're incredible, Harry!" says Draco when staring at all the trap doors around him that he missed when he first came in the funhouse with Pansy and Blaise. He turned to Harry and began kissed him all of his face and hands. Harry began laughing at Draco's little loving gestures and he pulled him closer for a side hug.

They continued through the Funhouse, and Harry led him into hallways in which lead directly to the front of the funhouse until they were out of the Room of Requirement and looking out into the corridors.

"I want to spend the night with you, Draco," Harry then says, and Draco looks at him with a smile and nods. Just the look in each other's eyes told them that they wanted to do more than snuggle, kiss, and hug in one of their beds. "But which bed?"

"How about yours for a change?" Draco suggests, raising his eyebrows a little. He smirks as he says, "I'm sure Blaise, Theodore, Crabbe, and Goyle have had enough of hearing me screaming your name during the night, and the other way around."

Harry blushed and just hoped they weren't being overheard by students or worse... professors. "Dracoooo!" he whined softly, and Draco only kissed him and began walking up to Gryffindor Tower with him.

Harry said the password into the Gryffindor common room, and they entered in. This wasn't Draco's first time in Gryffindor Tower with Harry, and he is glad it won't be his last. He's snuck into Gryffindor Tower loads of times whenever he wants cuddles with his Harry or to do more voluptuous stuff with him, and Harry's snuck down into the Slytherin common room thousands of times as well.

They crept past a few students in the common room and went up the stairs whilst holding hands. The other Gryffindor's were asleep, as who would actually stay up last midnight? Except for the students who were either too scared to go back to bed from the "freaks" they saw running around and killing everyone, or they just couldn't go to sleep at all.

They were finally up in the six years boys' dormitories with excited smiles, and as Draco closed the door behind them, Harry closed the distance between them in a kiss that started off slow and innocent, to a rough kiss with a mixture of tongue and saliva. Draco moaned in Harry's mouth, and while still kissing, they went to the bed. Harry took one second just to crawl up to the pillows of his 4-poster white bed, and Draco just stared down at him while crossing his arms.

"What the sodding hell do you think you're doing?" Draco asked him, not looking amused at all. Harry raised an eyebrow at him, and smirked. He didn't know what his blonde Slytherin wanted for a few seconds, and then it came to him. "I'm bottoming, Harry. You got my favourite green silky pyjamas all messy and bloody, I had to watch my friends "die" right in front of my eyes and it was all your bloody idea. So, I better get treated right during our love-making."

Harry rolled his eyes, loving the way Draco gets all bossy and needy when irritated. It was hot as fuck! "Alright, pretty boy. You'll get what you want." He crawled away from the pillows, and to the side of the bed so Draco could get on the bed and lie down. "But I don't know how this is a punishment," he added and slipped his hand underneath Draco's shirt, feeling the soft skin on his flat stomach. Such a mesmerising feeling.

"The only thing punishable you'll do is fuck me as hard and rough up the arse as you can go," Draco says in a quiet, but demanding voice that leaves Harry feeling like he could come already at Draco's words. Harry just couldn't take it. He crawled over Draco and got back to kissing roughly with tongue which made the beast within him purr loudly. Unless that was his stomach... No. It was the beast.

They stripped each other slowly, and carefully, making sure to leave kisses on every part of skin that they could both reach and savour for themselves. Draco waved his wand around while muttering a non-verbal spell and all the drapes around him and Harry shut closed. Smirking, he pushed Harry down on his back on the white sheets, and he smiled at the hardening member below him. He wanted it. He wanted it in his mouth and up his arse. Sensing Draco's need, Harry spread his legs as far as they could go for him.

Draco's face was now level with Harry's crotch. His nose was maybe six inches away from the warm, fragrant flesh. Harry smelled of man. Stupidly obvious, but true. The sudden whiff tore through Draco, shooting straight to his groin and he grew harder, although he would have sworn such a feat would have been impossible.

Draco cherished the nice flat stomach and a neat thatch of black hair. Draco had an immediate urge to bury his nose in the bushy hair, so he gave into it. He rubbed his face slowly in the crisp curls and was filled with relief when he felt the first jerk of Harry's stiffening cock against his cheek. He felt even better when he heard a stifled sigh accompany the small movement. Merlin, but Harry smelled good like always.

Draco was filled with the desire to taste Harry's skin, and he pushed his tongue out and licked the lengthening shaft with infinite care, memorising the subtle lumps and bumps of the hardening flesh which is his now and forever. This man, and this man's beautiful cock was all his, forever.

Harry combed his fingers through Draco's skilfully tousled hair, and Draco let out his first uninhibited sigh of pleasure at the touch. Harry's hand was gentle, and Draco found himself pushing his head up into the touch. He nuzzled the dip between Harry's body and the base of his shaft, placing open-mouthed, moist kisses against the delicious skin, working his way down the length towards the rapidly rising head.

Draco needed to use his hand to guide Harry's erection into his mouth. With his eyes firmly closed, Draco coiled his tongue round and around the firm, curved end, sucking gently at the petal-soft skin until Harry groaned encouragingly.

Draco forgot where he was. All he could think about was the hand stroking his head and the sound of quiet sighs above him, but most of all, the bitter, salty, completely addictive taste filling his mouth.

Harry was wet now, and Draco lapped up every drop, rolling the flavour over his tongue as he stretched his mouth wider to accommodate another inch of flesh. His fingers curled around Harry's silky shaft, and he used the pad of his thumb to rub lazy patterns on the underside, trailing the wetness of his own saliva along the length and following the indentation of a faint ridge up and down, repeating the action without conscious intent.

All the time, Draco's eyes remained closed. Not with the effort to eradicate Harry from the experience, but to sharpen his other senses. He felt warm and wonderful and relaxed. He pursed his lips tightly together and slid them over the rounded end of Harry's cock, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks as his mouth met the crease outlining the retracted foreskin. He grazed his teeth over the satin flesh and elicited a loud, excited yelp from above him.

Draco was shocked back to awareness by the sound. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up into Harry's flushed face. A damp palm pressed into his cheek affectionately, and Draco felt his mouth attempt an understanding smile around its tasty obstruction but fail miserably in its effort.

Only then did he realise he had a crick in his neck. Pulling back until his mouth lost contact, Draco remembered why he was there and shifted his gaze down to Harry's exquisitely hard penis. He smirked. "I hope that didn't steal away your energy for pounding into me in a short while."

Harry was still panting, and he swallowed down the lump in his throat while looking up at Draco. "No. Not at all, Draco." He traced his fingertips in slow lines up and down Draco's thighs. The delicious, tickling sensation caused the blonde's buttocks to clench automatically, and Draco's lips parted as he exhaled a shaky breath. He looked down into Harry's lap, biting his lip as he fantasised about what was about to take place.

Draco allowed himself to be moved by gentle hands until he was lying face down in the centre of the bed. He turned his head to one side, leaning it on his forearms as he concentrated on the feel of two hands exploring his shoulders and back before dropping to knead his backside.

Draco groaned aloud and wriggled just enough to part his legs slightly. He heard Harry's chuckle a second before he felt a wet fingertip slide along the tight crack of his tensed cheeks. The fingertip didn't push in to find the hot interior. It stroked the surface skin at an exasperatingly slow pace, and he fought to spread his legs wider, but they were constrained by Harry's knees on each side of his thighs.

Draco felt Harry move further down the bed, pressing his palms into the backs of his legs, grazing his nails lightly over the delicate skin there. Draco moaned a little more loudly this time, thrusting his backside up off the bed in his need to move even just a bit. And then Harry did the thing that broke Draco's restraint. He leaned over and ghosted hot breath into the dip in Draco's lower back. The faint wash of air raised goose pimples across the surface of Draco's body, and he twisted upwards into the light caress, finally feeling the brush of Harry's lips against his skin before they pulled back.

"Don't stop," Draco breathed.

He was rewarded with a tender, moist kiss on the spot where his lower back became his bottom and felt the unmistakeable flicker of a wet tongue lap quickly at his skin. Draco's fists were balled in the sheets and his body was in constant movement. His back arched and his shoulders circled. And all the time, Harry just kissed him. Gentle, feather-light kisses that lit up Draco's insides and made his whole body throb in appreciation of the subtle stimulation.

When Harry spread Draco's legs apart, Draco thought he was going to have a seizure. His heart tried its best to pound through his ribcage and thump into the mattress. It took him awhile to realise his breathing was clearly audible and that each breath out sounded like a tiny moan.

"Merlin, I've missed seeing you like this," came Harry's scratchy, whispered voice.

Draco felt his cheeks parted firmly and the press of two thumbs into his flesh. He thrust upwards into the hands, knowing he was opening himself wider, exposing more of himself to Harry's prying eyes.

"God, I want to eat you out," Harry groaned.

And in his head, Draco was thinking, Do it, do it, do it, please do it ....He knew he was whimpering in the most pathetic way imaginable but nothing could have stopped him from making the noises.

The bed dipped around him as Harry positioned himself. Draco knew exactly when Harry lay between his legs. He imagined in his mind's eye that Harry was staring transfixed at the almost-hidden hole, salivating at the thought of lapping the salty skin and plunging his tongue inward.

But then he didn't need to imagine any longer. Draco cried out loud as Harry's mouth closed over his little hole, sucking wetly at the surrounding skin, and jolting an unrestrained jerk from his hips.

"Mmm..." Harry grunted as he buried his face into Draco's crack, licking and slurping at the skin noisily, skirting infuriatingly around the pulsing edges of his anus, but never dipping inside.

Draco humped himself against Harry's face, far past the point where he could reel in his self-control. Harry licked him everywhere, dropping right down between Draco's legs to lap at the swell of his squashed testicles before swiping slowly back upwards again.

Draco was desperate for more. He reached behind himself with both hands and prised his buttocks apart painfully, begging through his actions for that first shock of penetration.

Harry did not disappoint him. The tip of his tongue inched inside the twitching opening by minute increments before making a final sharp stab to thrust all the way inside as far as it could go. Draco bellowed his aroused shock into the heavy atmosphere and Harry matched the sound with one of his own, exhaling scorching hot breaths onto Draco's body.

Harry set a slow but steady pace, seeming to make sure that every press inwards with his probing tongue went as deep as possible. Draco was wanton. He rode Harry's tongue as hard as he could, burning up in frustration that it was such a small intrusion when he just wanted to be torn apart in a lustful frenzy.

Harry's attentions went on for a long time, and Draco became so worked up that he could feel the perspiration pooling in the shallow dip of his spine. He wondered how much more foreplay he could take, hoping against hope that he would have Harry's cock inside him in no time at all.

Eventually, Harry withdrew, leaving Draco sopping wet with saliva and aching with desire to be taken. The bed shifted around him, and he awaited Harry's next move with bated breath.

There was the unmistakable, subtle sound of a jar being unscrewed before Draco felt careful fingers circle his hole and dip inside, leaving a thick trail of a heavy, viscous cream. Harry's fingers played with Draco for a moment or two before withdrawing altogether. A short time later, the mattress dipped again, and Draco felt Harry's body move over his own.

"Are you ready?" Harry murmured, lips brushing the edge of Draco's ear.

Draco had never felt more ready for it in his life and his movements were eager and fevered as he pulled himself up from the bed and moved to sit in Harry's lap.

Harry half lay and half sat, propped up on a big pile of pillows and when he raised his knees, Draco slid down to the dip in the middle, right over his groin.

They shuffled a bit as Harry held his lubricant-slicked cock upright, and Draco wiggled his hips until he felt the press of the wide, wet end against his relaxed ring of muscles.

Their eyes met as Draco lowered himself onto Harry, and they both exhaled heavily at the same time. Draco felt the precise moment that the swell of Harry's head pushed past his tight opening and rubbed firmly against his insides. His eyes fluttered closed and a tiny whimper escaped from his mouth. Placing his palms flat against Harry's chest, Draco worked himself up and down, settling a little lower each time until he had taken over half of Harry inside him. Draco realised he'd had his eyes closed for quite a while, screwed up in concentration as he chewed his bottom lip almost raw. He willed himself to relax, drawing in deep, quivering breaths as he finally opened his eyes and looked down at Harry.

Harry was completely still. His eyes were wide and expectant, his breathing shallow, but otherwise he looked calm. Draco circled his hips once or twice, learning the feel of Harry inside him, and jumping slightly at the sudden press of the hard shaft against his most sensitive spot. He moaned as he felt the prickling wave of pleasure radiated out from his anus, and he felt Harry's fingertips dig into his hips.

Draco had to stop moving. He stilled himself completely, balancing halfway down Harry's cock, thinking about anything else but what was happening there and then. He knew he was close to the point of no return, the point where his orgasm would refuse to be restrained.

"Are you hurt?" came Harry's pensive, concerned voice, quietly whispered so as not to startle Draco.

Taking a couple of breaths, Draco answered, "No. I'm fine. I'm just..." He couldn't find the words to continue. The admission of the exact height of his arousal seemed too personal to share, even though he knew with certainty that he wouldn't be able to hide it much longer anyway.

Harry patted Draco's thigh understandingly. "Can't you let go? Just this once?" he suggested carefully.

Draco was warring with himself inside. This was his fantasy, something he'd imagined for a very long time. Surely, he could give himself permission to make the most of it.

"Draco ..."

Hearing his name spoken so softly forced Draco's resolve. He relaxed his body and slid further onto Harry, letting himself absorb each small movement and revel in the overwhelming elation he felt. He gave over being quite so careful and let his body set its own pace. He felt Harry's heart speed up under his palm and smiled happily in the knowledge that he was not alone in his excitement.

As he worked himself up and down, Draco felt the first signals of his body's struggle to cope with the intrusion. Harry's cock was ploughing tender, untouched territory and Draco didn't even have him all the way inside yet. It felt so deep, so completely far into his body that it seemed impossible for Harry to go any further.

Draco twisted his hips and planted more weight onto his hands, arching his back as he rode Harry slowly. Harry's moans didn't help Draco's composure at all. Draco looked down into his lap and watched a clear string of his body's own lubricant gleam and wobble as it joined the head of his cock to Harry's stomach. Every time he moved, the glistening liquid stretched and flexed with him, never breaking but always threatening to. He was distracted away from watching himself when Harry murmured, "Just a little more."

It was an understated plea but so very real. Harry's forehead was shiny with perspiration, strands of hair sticking in it messily. Draco saw that his cheeks weren't just pink, they were a raw, burning red and his eyes were so shiny, it was hard to see where the pupil ended, and the iris began.

They were both making constant, quiet noises and Draco guessed they would come together. He made a final, brutal push downwards, letting the weight of his body force the entire length of Harry into him. The sudden dull pain that registered from the penetration could not dampen the bliss he felt at rubbing his groin flat against Harry's jerking body. Draco had taken it all and it was the most uncomplicated, serene feeling he'd ever known.

As Draco slid upwards and then dropped himself back down the full length of Harry's shaft, he came. His spine bowed with frightening speed, tipping his head back as he cried his orgasm with abandon. The sensations in his body were overwhelming, far too much to absorb at that moment. What he registered most of all, even above the wet, pulsing warmth of his ejaculation were the manic spasms of his muscles inside. Draco's body was like a clamp. Rather than loosening in relaxation, everything inside him pulled tight, clutching at the huge intrusion of Harry's erection almost like it was trying to imprint every vein and curve on his passage walls. His blood thundered round his body.

Draco's fingers turned into claws and dug into Harry's chest, scrabbling at the skin there and dragging hot, red tracks the length of his torso.

Once that one or two seconds of complete loss of control had passed, Draco's instinctive reaction was to check Harry for damage. As the tension of his violent orgasm began to subside and the debilitating pull of relaxation set into his strained muscles, Draco looked down at Harry. Harry's eyes were screwed shut, his face a rigid mask of concentration. He thought Harry was even holding his breath.

And then it came to him; Harry hadn't come. How the hell had he managed that? Given that they were both ways past any kind of stopping point, Draco was astounded.

"Harry?" he said quietly. The line between Harry's eyebrows softened by fractions until he was able to drag his eyes open.

"Are you quite well?" Draco asked, a little more confidently, even though he knew he was sagging with exhaustion and the shakes.

It took several seconds for Harry's expression to return to normal, although his face remained almost purple with heat. "Fucking hell, Draco. You almost had me there," Harry chuckled. Then: "You look like you could do with lying down before you fall down."

Draco made a wordless noise of agreement and allowed Harry to help him move. Draco raised his hips impossibly far until Harry's entire length slid free and slapped wetly against his own stomach. Draco watched Harry's eyes close to half-mast as his body journeyed over his shaft, flexing his inner muscles wickedly before finally releasing Harry's cock.

Harry supported Draco's weight as he moved to one side and flopped tonelessly down on the bed, drawing steadying, deep breaths in as he pulled his body back under control. He managed to say, "You didn't come." It wasn't a question.

Harry rolled over onto his side so that he was facing Draco, propping his head up on one hand. Draco could feel the heavy press of Harry's erection on his hip.

"Nope. I'm saving myself for round two." Some of Harry's impish confidence had returned and he looked in control of himself once more.

"What makes you think there'll be around two?" Draco asked quite sharply, his eyebrows raised.

"The look on your face," Harry said simply. That one comment knocked Draco sideways. He didn't have any kind of snappy comeback ready. Instead, he looked away from Harry and focussed on a spot high up on the ceiling, giving the impression that it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.

They lay quietly for a few minutes and Draco felt his body settle back into normality, although his cock didn't really soften that much. It was more like it took a little bit of a breather, but nothing more.

Draco's hand crept across his stomach and circled Harry's erection loosely. He traced his fingertips up and down the still slightly slippery length. Harry's shoulders sagged and his face grew a pampered smile.

Harry's hand moved from its place on Draco's stomach and trailed a slow path down between Draco's barely parted legs, cupping his balls affectionately on its way. "Open them," he whispered, and Draco obeyed without thought. He hooked a leg over Harry's and stretched his other leg out of the way, giving Harry full access.

Draco looked up into those heated eyes and couldn't help but tug on Harry's cock in his need to connect with him on some level. He felt Harry's hand crawl lower, until one fingertip traced the slackened edge of his hole and lazily dipped inside.

Harry's tongue darted out and licked his lower lip. Draco's eyes were pulled immediately to the glistening, wet flesh and he had a strong urge to lean in and suck the lip into his mouth. But he fought the urge and won. Draco let go of Harry, not really wanting to do it, but balancing the request against the thought of Harry fucking him and emptying himself inside his body. The latter option won.

As he moved his hand away from Harry's groin, Draco felt the gentle probing of a second finger as it traced through the remaining sheen of lubricant and slipped inside. He thrust his hips upwards, hoping to force the fingers deeper, but Harry smiled and drew his hand back, retaining the shallow depth he wanted.

"Please ..." Draco sighed, working his body sinuously in time with Harry's hand. When Harry shook his head in amused refusal, Draco covered his hand and slid one of his own fingers into his hole, pressing tightly against the pair already teasing him. "Oh ..." he groaned, pinning Harry with a gaze hot enough to start fires.

The look worked, and Draco felt Harry's beautiful cock jerk vigorously against his thigh at the same time as his breath whooshed out and stirred the wispy strands of Draco's hair.

Harry stretched his neck up and looked down the length of their entwined bodies. Draco watched the hot flush flare back to life, and Harry's eyes filled with eagerness.

With almost painful slowness, Harry withdrew his fingers. He watched closely as Draco filled the unwanted space with another two of his own, pumping them in and out at the same leisurely pace he had set.

Draco felt alive. He drank in the stunned expression on Harry's face and revelled in the feeling of power, knowing instinctively how desirable, how hot, and downright dirty he must look, fingering himself as Harry stared in rapt fascination. The barely audible squelching coming from his body set Draco's nerve endings alight. He whimpered, "Hurry," startling Harry into action.

Harry reached across the bed to recover the discarded jar of lubricant. Draco watched him run his fingers through the heavy paste and paint his erection liberally from top to bottom. Harry's fingers returned to the jar several times for more, finally pushing Draco's hand away and dabbing some of the creamy mixture at the very entrance to his body, spreading his legs as wide as they would go. Harry groaned as he knelt between the open legs, staring down with a look of undiluted lust.

Draco rolled his hips for Harry, begging him silently to get on with it and take him. He lifted his legs up and traced his feet across Harry's hipbones, coaxing his body forward into position. Harry's face was a mask of concentration as he looked down and aimed his cock at Draco's opening. It took a bit of jiggling and jabbing to hit the right spot but eventually, Draco felt the first incredible inch of the anticipated intrusion into his body. He moaned loudly, and Harry collapsed slowly onto him.

Draco angled his hips up sharply and wrapped his legs below Harry's waist. He hooked his heels together in the small of Harry's back and pulled him in. As he tightened his legs, Harry's cock breached him further, rubbing him in all the right places on the way. Every part of his body screamed for Harry. Even his mouth. He gasped raggedly, "Fuck me," as he felt the brutal thrust of several more inches embedding inside him.

Harry covered Draco's body with his own, balancing his weight on his forearms, bringing their faces close together. Draco's vision was full of Harry's eyes and he could have reached up and kissed him if he'd wanted to. Actually, he did want to, but he wasn't going to. Instead, he stretched his arms up over his head and grasped at the base of the headboard, curling his fingers painfully around the wood to prevent himself from caressing Harry's body or running his fingers through Harry's hair. They were so close that Draco could suck in lungsful of Harry's delicious, clean smell, slightly musky with heat and arousal and perspiration.

"How much can you take?" Harry whispered as he ploughed carefully into Draco's anus, gazing intently down at him.

Draco gulped rapidly, never once looking away from Harry's face as he replied, "All of you. Give me all of you." He watched Harry's eyelids slide halfway down and then close altogether as he groaned at Draco's words. For a minute or two, Draco stared unguardedly up into Harry's face, enjoying the freedom to watch the flicker of emotions expressed there without being watched doing it. Harry bit his bottom lip in an entrancing way, mashing the pink flesh between his teeth until it threatened to break. His eyelashes were pure black and longer than you would imagine them to be. Draco watched his eyelids flutter but stay closed, unlike his mouth. He watched Harry's tongue dart out and lick his lips every so often, usually in time with a particularly pleasurable withdrawal, when Draco tightened all his muscles inside and made the outward journey difficult.

When Harry was all the way inside, Draco arched up so that their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. Harry's thrusts were thorough, each one measured to open Draco's tight body up as wide as possible, but carefully, so that every ripple of sensation was electrifying and not painful. They moved together effortlessly, wringing the most from the smallest of sensations and working unselfishly to arouse each other.

When Harry finally opened his eyes and looked down at Draco, he murmured, "You looked incredible when you came, do you know that?"

Draco's breath caught in the back of his throat. A lump formed there, and he felt hot colour suffuse his cheeks.

Draco fought the feeling of elation bursting inside him. Nothing said during sex was ever-reliable, was it? He looked up into Harry's face, noting how earnest his expression appeared, but was just too scared to pin any hopes on it.

He let out a rush of air and lifted his head towards Harry. Their noses brushed together for a tiny moment, and then Harry buried his face in Draco's neck, sucking in mouthfuls of taut skin and placing wet kisses against his chin and his ear.

Draco shuddered under the assault, almost desperate to ravish Harry's body. He pushed himself up, begging silently for Harry to bite him, and loving every second he was kept in suspense. Eventually, Harry pulled away, and Draco was transfixed by the puffy redness of his lips, already tasting their anticipated kiss in his mouth.

Harry ran a hand slowly along Draco's body. He stared at Draco's wrist, still bent up above his head as it gripped the headboard. Draco felt the soft press of Harry's warm fingertips as they drew over his pulse point and stroked the inside of his arm, stopping briefly to trace the crease of his inner elbow before continuing steadily over the silky skin inside his upper arm. Draco sighed as Harry's fingers combed through the sparse hair in his armpit and twisted his body instinctively into the touch. And then the hand moved lower, the fingers now joined by the press of a palm as Harry's hand travelled on, teasing his side, his thumb straying onto Draco's chest to circle his hard little nipple before moving again. Further and further it went, tracing the shape of Draco's waist and the ridge of his hipbone, letting the fingers stray down to caress the slight swell of Draco's buttock. The hand continued along Draco's long thigh, bent upwards and wrapped around Harry's hip. It finally stopped at Draco's knee and began a slow return journey.

To Draco, it was such an intimate, covetous touch. Despite the tight, hot presence of Harry's shaft pumping deep inside him, this tender exploration felt a thousand times more personal. Draco could almost kid himself that Harry's face held an expression of satisfaction, of possession, but in reality, it was a far more intense gaze than that. Draco felt truly naked before those joyous green eyes, as if all his deepest secrets, his every thought and feeling were open for Harry to read. Yet still, Draco felt safe. And that was jarring.

Harry's gaze was so sincere, so completely giving. Draco knew that Harry's satisfaction lay in ensuring this lovemaking was perfect for him. Every movement was for Draco's gratification rather than his own. Even down to the way Harry thrust into him, adding a little twist of his hips every time so that he stretched the ring of muscles just a tiny bit more, drawing ever more intense ripples of pleasure from Draco's exhausted, greedy body.

It was no good. He just couldn't wait any longer. "Kiss me," Draco whispered. Harry didn't need asking twice. He lowered his head and pressed his mouth to Draco's, flicking his tongue out and lapping carefully at Draco's lips. They both groaned and writhed together as they fell into kissing. They seemed so compatible, each intrusion into the other's mouth both needed and welcomed. Draco dragged his arms from above his head and gave in to his ultimate temptation. He wrapped them around Harry, letting his hands wander over every piece of accessible skin, stroking and tickling and teasing as they moved. He cupped the back of Harry's head, gently at first but with growing force as the kisses became more desperate, more passionate.

The act of kissing had a terrible effect on their control. Draco lost all composure and whimpered heatedly into Harry's mouth, scoring red tracks into Harry's back in sheer pleasure at the remarkable intensity of their activity.

Between kisses, Harry murmured, "Please ... tell me you want it."

The plea ignited something inside Draco, and he found himself not only wanting to please Harry but also just to give up all semblance of self-restraint. It was like he gave himself permission to live the moment. He choked out, "Harder, fuck me harder. I want you." And bloody hell, wasn't that a telling statement!

Harry's kisses became so harsh that neither of them could draw a proper breath. His hips doubled their pace and he slammed into Draco's body as hard as he dared, revelling in the loud slap of flesh on flesh at the moment of impact.

Draco screamed. On every brutal thrust inward, he let his lustful, desperate cries out, filling the room and eating away at Harry's composure.

Dean and Seamus had just entered the room but froze at the scream coming from beside them. They both looked to the side of them at Harry's bed, which had its drapes closed around the bed and thank Merlin for that. Nobody wanted to see what goes behind those curtains. They both knew whose scream that was. Draco's. They've heard his screams many times, as well as Harry's. Not wanting to disturb the two wizards making love to each other, Dean and Seamus went to their own beds and got ready for sleep.

Soon after them, Neville came into the room with a smile on his face but when hearing moans, he froze and looked to Harry's bed. He swallowed and looked to the two wizards on their own beds beside him. Dean was reading and Seamus was just staring up at the ceiling of his 4-poster. When Seamus looked his way and smirked, Neville just shook his head and went to his own bed. All that was left was Ron, who was probably with Hermione and still in the ballroom.

"I have to come," Harry gasped out in warning between his own grunts and groans. Unfortunately, Dean, Seamus, and Neville heard him and began to giggle and snicker in humour.

Harry and Draco's eyes met briefly before their mouths crashed together again, both consumed with the need to orgasm. Draco counted down to Harry's explosion, knowing with unwavering accuracy how many more strokes he would last. Above him, Harry hyperventilated and ground his hips into Draco's battered body, all illusions of gentleness shattered under the weight of his need.

When Draco dug his fingers into Harry's buttocks, the split-second pain wrenched Harry's orgasm from his grasp and it barrelled out of him, flooding Draco's hole with an incredible volume of hot, slippery come.

Harry's uninhibited bellow and the sudden melting of his pained expression tipped Draco over the edge and his own orgasm shot out of his swollen little slit with such force that he felt an arc of it splatter across his neck and into his hair. By degrees, the spurts became less and less violent, painting warm, white stripes across both their stomachs as they collapsed together, muscles shaking, strength all but depleted.

They lay in a panting, gasping pile for many minutes, their bodies a sticky palette of sweat, saliva and sperm. Eventually, Harry managed, "Jesus fucking Christ."

Draco just laughed quietly, too tired to manage anything more expressive.

It took a little while longer for Harry to gather the energy to roll off Draco, and once they were parted, the air cooled them quickly. They lay side by side, touching at the arm and leg, but nothing more.

Draco felt sleep pull at him and groaned quietly. "Thank you, Harry," he whispered in a soft voice, but still so very tired. "I love you. That was beautiful. You're beautiful. But never do that kind of prank again." He was so comfortable, and he felt sleepy and warm and safe. So much so that he yawned expansively and stretched his body in a matching gesture. He yawned again and pulled the sheet over himself.

Harry smiled, feeling so exhausted and he kissed the blonde's sweaty forehead. "I love you too, Draco. With all my heart." He rubbed his hand over Draco's heart, feeling it pounding against Draco's chest. "Body." His hand travelled down to Draco's groin which he gave his dick a little squeeze. "And soul, which I cannot touch but instead, I can love."

Draco snuggled up to Harry, smiling brightly. "I love you more, my green-eyed gorgeous Gryffindor man-beast." Harry groaned from those words Draco uses, and he yawns as he too was a little sleepy. He did have Draco ride him, and he was the one who fucked him in the end.

"Oh, and Harry... You're going to live to regret this bloody prank you played on nearly everyone in the school," Draco tells him in a soft and tired voice. "The Slytherin's will all get you back for this. You should watch your back." He wants to be closer to Harry, if that is possible. All he could do was have his arms around his boyfriend tightly, with their legs twined, and his head resting on Harry's sweaty chest and he was slowly falling into the depths of sleep.

Harry now felt a little scared about his near future and what these Slytheirn's could do to him. And what he hopes is the whole school to not gang up with the Slytherin's and get back at him in a large group. Oh, how interesting and terrifying that would be for him. He wouldn't even know how they will get them back so he can't get ready for whatever comes his way. Dear Lord save him.

"That was surely interesting to hear," said Seamus, smirking over at Dean. The three teenagers began to laugh at them, and Harry hesitated when hearing his dormmates in the room with him. He pondered how long they've been in the room for. He didn't mind though. As long as they enjoyed the...noise.