This wasn't the first time it happened, and there seemed to be no real evidence that this would ever be the last, but never-the-less a small sum of people started gathering around the two well known rivals to bare witness to another episode of them flinging careless insults back and forth at each other. Though, for the most part, the crowd had no idea what they were fighting about. Many just took is as another instantaneous battle between the two.

"Shove off, Malfoy." Harry hissed angrily. "It's none of your business."

Draco grinned, "Really now Potter, Love." His words were over pronounce with fake sweetness and smothered with much amused sarcasm. "It's just a simple yes or no answer; I don't see why you got to get all defensive about it, and here I thought all Griffendors were supposed to be brave."

A few people, mostly Slytherins, in the crowd chuckled a bit at the last comment while the rest either scowled or just stood there looking confused as ever.

Harry sighed heavily, why was it that Malfoy always-- always got a reaction out of him no matter what the situation? It was unnerving but he already knew the answer before the question even fully formed in his head.

Malfoy was hot.

Who ever said other wise was in a form of denial that he never heard of before, but was pretty sure if he voiced his opinion that he would be hexed to oblivion and back; and not just by the annoying blond. Though the worst thing about it was that he knew, Malfoy knew he was hotter than hell and that it had an effect on Harry. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was dancing with glee that he didn't have to come out and voice it but another part of him wanted to commit suicide for even thinking it.

"Potter!" An annoyed voice shouted startling Harry out of his thoughts. "Are you going to answer my question or just stand the dawdling all day like an imbecile?"

"... Or."

"What?" Draco snapped not caching on right away. "'Or' -What?"

Harry sighed again and took a step forward. "You said it was a 'yes-- or-- no' answer, and I choose 'or.'"

It took a second or two for it to sink in but as soon as it did Draco growled, "That's not a real answer!"

Harry shrugged and walked away to his houses' common room leaving a scowling Draco glaring at his back; damn happy that he didn't have to give a real answer.

-- (Time elapse) --

Draco was not a happy camper-- for lack of better words. In fact he was down right irritated and only about for two main reasons; the stupid 'Boy-who-should-have-died' and the look that the stupid 'Boy-who-should-have-died' gave him when he caught the stupid prat staring at his ass.

Yes, their fight was over Harry staring directly at Draco's lower back region like it was a piece of the very best food on Earth and that Harry was starving... The blond shuddered. Just the thought of it made him want to smack the other boy across the face and gouge out his eyeballs and shove them down his throat but he just couldn't get it out of his mind. It was nerve wrecking and slowly (but surly) driving Draco insane.

Lying down on his bed Draco tried sleeping but after a few attempts that left him more awake than tired he opted for just starring off and trying to think of a reason why Potter, of all people, would be starring at him like... Like... That!

"Maybe he's a Poof..." He wandered out loud. He was positive that no one heard him because most of his house mates were back in their common room and the very slim number of people that were in the bed area were already sleeping.

The thought of the 'Wonder Boy' being gay made Draco smirk and almost laugh out loud. Of coarse it wasn't that surprising but still, it was funny, in its own twisted little way.

Then a conclusion hit Draco: If Potter is a Poof and he was looking at my ass does that mean that... That... He waited for the feeling of disgust to wash over him but it never came, instead a warm almost giddy feeling came over him. Like he was happy that Harry was looking, and no doubt liking what he saw.

"Shit... " He breathed out. "I liked it." The words sank in deep and a sense of horror over took him. This was so not happening. He was not gay, or even bisexual for that matter. He never looked at another guy before and by the sound of it, never wanted to start. But there was just something about the way the other boy was. Even Draco had to admit that he wasn’t that bad to look at, though his hair could use a good brushing once in awhile. Nah, then he wouldn't have that cute scruff look to him, Draco blushed at his own thoughts. No! No, no, no, no!

He squeezed his eyes shut as he chanted the words in his head over and over again, never once believing it.

I'm not gay... He whined. But I liked the way Potter was looking at me... Maybe... Maybe it was just the look...?

He opened his eyes hopefully and tried to imagine someone else looking at him like that. The fist person to pop in his head was Pansy; that didn't work, a million of different women started popping into his head, he even went as far as to imagine Hermione Granger but none of them had the same affect that the stupid Boy-Who-Lived did.

In a severely chance at anything being better than Harry, Draco thought of another guy looking at him like that, still it had no affect.

"Son-of-a-bitch..." The blond swore softly, sitting up and clutching his head. It was all getting to him and he was not willing to let it with out a decent fight. There was no possible way he was a flamer and some how for some reason he needed to prove it to himself or, he feared slightly, accept it.

A walk... I need to go for a walk. Standing swiftly he headed into the common room and out the portrait door into the hall away with out even a single acknowledgement towards his roommates.

The halls as expected were deserted, of coarse it was after hours, but he thanked whomever for expected small favors. He didn't exactly know where he was going but decided he didn't really care at the moment.

His mind wandered back to the issue at hand, which of coarse was Potter and himself being attracted towards each other. Or maybe that's not really what's bothering you. Maybe you're just worried about positions.

Draco froze, his eyes going wide. The thought of Potter underneath him flashed throughout his mind and he shivered, not from disgust, mind you, but in nothing but pure excitement that went straight southward toward a certain excited body part.

No, no, no... This can't be right--Rounding the corner something bumped into Draco with enough force to knock him down. He groaned and rubbed his head.

"What the... " Looking around he saw no one in the hall but knew that he didn't just imagine another person’s body bumping into him.

Or maybe I did, wouldn't doubt it from the way things have been going. He thought snidely to himself.

A low groan had Draco looking around once more. Reaching out his hand he grabbed something that felt surprisingly like cloth and pulled raveling none other than the glory boy himself.

Draco was stunned speechless, the one person in this hole damned school that he really didn't want to see at the moment was there holding his head in his hand and groaning painfully, though somewhere in his mind he knew this would happen.

Growling he flung the cloth to the side, "Damn it Potter!" The said boy cringed and covered his ears.

"Gah! Malfoy keep it down, my head's spinning..." He groaned, slowly opening his eyes. And for the first time Malfoy saw and confirmed that Harry had in fact the most beautiful green eyes that he had ever seen in his life. It made him shudder, but he couldn't look away, it was like he was mentally transfixed.

"M-Malfoy...?" Harry stuttered, backing away from Draco's piercing stare. It made him feel like he was nothing short of embarrassed. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Draco blinked, "Like what?" He asked somewhat innocently. The image of the other boy squirming beneath him came back with a few more alternating details that made Draco's blood start to boil and a certain part of him jump back to life.

"Like you want to... to..." He couldn't say it. There was no way that he could and remain in one functional body piece for Draco would rip him to shreds. Though, Harry was positive that the blond would do more damage if he actually learned that he liked the other boy and not just in a friendly manner.

"Like I want to what?" Draco asked smoothly getting up on his knees; he now knew what he had to do to prove to himself that he wasn't gay.

Harry blushed and looked away, "Like you want to..."

"Like I want to jump you?"

Harry's head whipped back at the blond and his breath caught in his throat when he found Draco mere inches from his face. Piercing grey eyes locked with confused green ones and in a flash the remaining distance between the two was gone.

The kiss started out innocent enough, if anything kind of awkward but soon the closed mouthed kissed turned into something more needy. Draco ran his tongue around Harry's bottom lip silently asking for an entrance, but when it didn't come Draco bit lightly but enough to make the other teen open his mouth to gasp. Not to be taken as one to be wasting anytime, Draco's tongue mapped out Harry's mouth and started to challenge the other boy's tongue by slowly easing it into his mouth and sucking on it. Harry whimpered, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck as he moaned into the kiss sending electric vibrations down Draco's body and straight to his groin.

Unfortunately, the need for oxygen broke them apart.

"What-- was... That?" Harry asked between needed intakes of breath.

"You don't... Seem to min-- mind much." The blond said indicating towards the tent in Harry's pajama bottoms, with a slight smile.

"Either did you!" He shot back, turning a unhealthy shade of red as he tried to cover himself by putting his hands over his front.

"No."

Harry looked up at his rival questionably. "What?"

"Move your hands."

The request, more like demand, startled Harry. He never quite expected that to ever come out of the other teen. "... Why?"

Moving so he was between Harry's legs, Draco tugged at the pajama bottoms. "Because."

"But-but!"

"But what?" Draco asked tugging a little more on Harry's pajamas. "Don't tell me you don't want this."

"We're in a hallway..." Harry looked down trying to hide his blush.

Smiling Draco took in his surrounding and came to a conclusion. "Oi’, is that all?"

Standing, he bent over to picked Harry up bridal style with surprising ease and carried him into the nearest room; the Room of Requirement.

Opening the door the room instantaneously come to life, a large bed appeared in the middle of the room and Harry emitted a squeak as to what it would be used for. Looking up at the blond he couldn't help but blush again. He didn't know what started it or why this was happening but by all means he wasn't about to stop it.

Placing Harry on the bed, Draco once again climbed in-between Harry's legs. "Is this better?" He asked staring him in the eye, and was happy when the teen nodded. "Good, now if you please..."

After receiving another nod from Harry, Draco pulled the pajama bottoms down to about mid-thigh, just enough to free its prisoner. He couldn't help the chuckle that made its way out, "Mmm... Never took you to be the one to go Commando."

"Mal--oy!" Whatever Harry was going to say was cut short as Draco graciously licked the slit on the tip of his erection.

"Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod..." The dark haired teen chanted. If someone were to ever tell him that today he and Draco Malfoy were going to be doing something like this, he would have hexed them just for their plain stupidity.

Draco was debating on what he wanted to do first, there was so many things he wanted to try; Thought this was supposed to be a one time thing. Just to prove you aren’t a poof. Draco knew as soon as the though went through his head, there was no possible way to counter it. He had mauled Harry in the hall with a fierce kiss (which he liked). He had almost given Harry a blowjob in the hall with out a thought. He had carried Harry into the Room of Requirements so that they could continue. He- was- gay.

And he wanted Harry -fucking- Potter.

Using both hands he wrapped them loosely around the base of Harry's cock and twisted slowly in opposite directions then leaned down and took the tip of it into his mouth.

Harry moaned out, his hands were gripping the sheet to the bed so hard that his knuckles were turning white. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Such language, Potter." Draco mused, "You act as if this was you first time someone went down on you." He could help but tease the boy just a little.

"Shove it, Malfoy." Harry cringed at how wavering his voice was. It didn't sound at all threatening more along the lines of pleading.

"Soon." Was all he said as he took Harry's member back into his mouth and started sucking hungrily on it. Draco got him so close to the edge that he could feel Harry start to tense, releasing Harry's cock from his mouth, with a large protest from him, he made the other boy look at him straight in the eye.

"I want you to scream my name when you cum. No whimpering, no shouting-- scream." With a confirmation that Harry understood, Draco set back to work sucking and licking up and down the boy’s shaft.

Harry was so close he could figuratively taste it. He wanted it so bad that it hurt, and he knew that if Draco ever stopped again he wouldn't be responsible for what he would do. Keeping his promise to the other boy he screamed out his first name loud enough to echo off of the walls.

"By fucking god Draco..." Harry breathed out shakily.

"Good?" The said boy asked innocently.

Harry nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. That was the first mind-blogging blowjob he had ever had and ironically enough it came from his supposed hated rival. And speaking of which he was currently harder than hell. Harry could tell by the tent that formed in his pants, and the way he cringed when Harry ran his hand over it.

"Damn it..." He breathed out.

"Draco...?"

"What?"

Pulling the blond on top of him Harry licked the outer shell of his hair and heavily breathed into his ear, "Fuck me." It was a statement and left no room for questioning.

If at all possible Draco's boner grew at the mere words and his jaw clenched in anticipation. He looked over his rival and couldn't help but think of how completely sexy he was with his hair matted to his forehead and his cheeks flushed giving him the 'I've-just-wanked' look.

Draco sat up taking off his shirt and started unbuttoning and zipping his pants and in one fluid motion had them off and across the room. "Take off you shirt and pants." He demanded and Harry was all too willingly to do as he was told.

A bottle of gel suddenly appeared out of nowhere and Harry looked at Draco questionably. "Lubricant."

Grabbing the bottle, Draco spread a fair amount on his manhood and threw it carelessly aside. Positioning himself once again between Harry's legs he lined himself up with Harry's entrance when he paused.

"Wait. Harry, come here."

Harry was confused but he did he was told and got up. Draco situated himself down where he once was and motioned for Harry to climb on top of him.

"You've got to be kidding me..."

"Nope." Draco grinned, "I want you to ride me. Now come here."

Reluctantly complying, Harry straddled the other boy's hips and positioned Draco's member at his entrance and slowly pushed down. A hiss of pain and discomfort mixed with little teases of pleasure came from Harry as he felt himself react to the intrusion. He vaguely registered Draco's arms wrapping around his waist over the feeling of being filled.

"No." Harry said swatting at Draco's hands carelessly. "You can't touch me."

"What! Why!"

"Because." Harry smiled sweetly. "And if you do, I'll stop."

Draco groaned but nodded in agreement. "Fine." And let his hands drop to his sides to claw at the sheets instead.

When Harry was ready he lowered himself more and groaned out a little in pain, but it was nothing to major that he couldn't handle. By the time he had the whole thing sheathed inside of him he had Draco nearly going insane.

Draco's mind screamed at him to just flip them over and pound his ass into the bed but as soon as he began to lift his arm, Harry lifted himself up and slammed back down.

"Fuc--!"

"Don't you dare think about it, Malfoy. You gave up your position as dominant when you told me you wanted me to ride you. Now, stop trying."

Draco nodded franticly, griping the sheets in his hands. Harry grinned and started circling his hips with a little thrusting.

"Fucking hell, Potter." Draco groaned.

Harry took that as a sign that he was doing good and started moving up and down. He started off slow but he soon found himself all but bouncing on Draco as he got closer and closer to coming. Using one of his hands he gripped his cock and moved it up and down in time with his jumps.

Draco wasn't that far off either and the sight of the-boy-who-lived jacking himself off while franticly ridding him drove him mad and made it that much harder for him to keep still. His hands keep twitching with a want to touch the other boy but he didn't want Harry to stop so he left his hands at his side.

"Oh god Draco... I'm-I'm gunna cum." Draco silently complied with him.

His breath came out in heavy pants and with one last bounce Harry came all over both of their stomachs.

When Harry's came his passage clamped tight making it almost painful for Draco to be inside, 'till he came shouting Harry's name.

Harry slumped forward falling on top of Draco with a grunt. "Can't... Move... Body not... Responding..."

"So- It was good?" Draco asked, amused at the boy on top of him.

The teen yawned and nodded into Draco's neck, making himself comfortable. "S'really good."

"Does that mean there's more to come?" The blond asked yawning."Man... Sex takes it out of you..."

Harry nodded again, "Maybe if I'm not to sore in the morning... Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"... 'Night."

"Good night Harry."

-- So much for not being gay.

AN: First Harry Potter story. Revised.

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