Harry found the next day to be extremely difficult. Not only was he dead tired from getting no sleep whatsoever, he had to deal with double-Divination and then double-Potions. Luckily for him, that day, they were supposed to be clearing their minds to allow their inner eyes to see clearer, and Harry used that time to sleep. Several times, though, Ron nudged him awake to let him know that Professor Trelawny had been talking directly at him. He hardly cared.
Double-Potions was next, and that was the part of his day he'd been dreading most. He made his way to his usual table with Ron, gathering the ingredients needed for the day's assignment. Every so often, Harry found himself peeking over at Draco, wondering if the boy was watching him when he wasn't looking. The thought gave his stomach butterflies, something he'd refuse to admit to anyone, especially Ron. "Quiet, isn't he? Normally by now he's saying something nasty while Snape's across the room." Harry nodded in agreement, having thought the very same thing. Ron laughed quietly and continued, "Looks as though someone's just killed his best friend, if only we could be so lucky."
Harry turned to look, and found himself staring into Draco's pale gray gaze. Their eyes locked for a moment before Draco turned away, visibly disgusted. Had he heard what Ron said? Harry didn't bother thinking on it further, as his potion had just turned to a black sludge that seemed to move on its own. He got zero marks for the day.
Angry and not the least bit hungry, Harry left Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall and stormed his way outside. It was raining hard, and within moments, Harry was soaked to the bone. Quidditch practice wasn't due to start for another hour or so; he decided the pitch was a good place to be alone. He made his way to the Gryffindor's locker room and shivered, cold from the autumn chill mixed with his soaked clothing. He decided to change into his uniform early, having no need to go back to the castle. He'd just wait for practice to begin, and if no one showed up, at least his clothes would have dried out some. Harry stripped the soggy items from his skin, tossing them onto the bench to dry. He slid into most of his uniform, leaving the gloves off for now. He sighed and rested his head against the wooden cubby that held his uniform.
"What is wrong with me," he asked to no one. He hardly expected a reply from thin air, but he got one.
"I've been asking that question for years." Harry's head snapped up to spy Draco standing in the doorway of the Gryffindor's locker room. He frowned, "Slytherins aren't allowed in other teams locker rooms." Draco took a few steps forward, a smirk playing at his lips, "And Gryffindors aren'ts allowed to sneak into the dungeons in the middle of the night to use Slytherins bathrooms." Harry swallowed hard, images of the night before re-playing in his mind. The most prominant one not being the sight of Draco pleasing himself, but of Draco frightened, demanding that he leave. Harry's stomach lurched.
"You weren't at lunch. Why?" Draco swept past Harry and took a seat on the bench beside his dripping clothes, his own matching in dampness. Harry noticed the way Draco's hair had fallen into stringy clumps, clinging to his face as he moved about. His stomach did another leap. "I wasn't hungry. What are you doing here?" Draco gripped his hands on the edge of the bench beneath him, his eyes cast to the ground. "I came to ask you what you were doing in the dungeons last night. And, if you told your friends." His gaze became cold as it rose to meet Harry's, "If you told them, I'll kill you, I swear to god."
Harry blinked down at the blonde. Somehow, his threat felt fake, like it wasn't spoken wholeheartedly. Harry realized it was just Draco covering up for his fear of being found out. "So long as we're asking questions, you still haven't answered mine from last night. Mine first, and then I'll answer yours. Why did you moan my name?" The blonde turned back to the ground, and Harry could have sworn he saw a blush rising to the boy's cheeks. Barely audible, Draco muttered his reply, "Why the hell do you think, Potter?"
He blinked a few times, taking a seat on the bench beside the Slytherin. Oddly enough, the closeness didn't bother him at all. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. "How often do you do that and think of me?" Draco frowned, turning to face Harry eye to eye. "What's the sudden interest, Potter? It's really none of your business."
Harry frowned, "Hey, you're the one thinking about me in the lavatory with your hand in your pants!" Draco stood, furious, his voice wavering, "If you hadn't been trespassing in the damn dungeons, you filthy mud-blood lover, none of this would have happened!" Harry rose as well, his face dangerously close to Draco's, "Stop trying to use insults to divert my attention, Malfoy, I'm not that stupid."
"You could have fooled me, Potter! The way you fouled up your potion today!" Harry laughed, "So you have been watching me!" Draco turned to storm from the room, and Harry felt his stomach pang and fall to his feet. He rushed forward, grabbing onto the blonde's arm, "Draco, wait..."
The blonde swung and stared at him, eyes a mixture of hatred and shock. He made no attempt to move, despite the obvious desire to run away. He drew in his breath slowly, "Take your hands off me, Potter." Harry blinked a few times and looked down at where his hand had clasped Draco's wrist. It sent shivers down his spine. Boldly, his gaze rose to meet one of pale blue, "No..."
Draco's eyes narrowed, "Let go of me now!" He made to jerk his arm away, but Harry only held him tighter. Within moments the two of them were struggling, wrestling, neither of them trying to get away. They fought to gain control of the battle, rolling over the dirt floor of the locker room. Finally, Harry had managed to pin Draco to the ground, his hands pinned to either side of his head. They both panted, struggling for breath. Draco's eyes lidded and his cheeks flushed as he stared up at the dark-haired teenager that held him down. It had taken Harry several moments to gain his bearings and realize the position he was in.
He had pinned Draco's arms, that had been easy enough. Somehow, though, he'd managed to work himself between the blonde's legs, and was holding his body down with nothing more than his groin. Harry felt that familiar twinge as he realized that his now arousing member was pressed flush against Draco's, with nothing but a few layers of cloth separating them. The contact gave Harry an idea, and he only hoped his assumptions were correct.
"How long have you wanted me?" he demanded, staring down at the blonde sternly. Draco's face contorted to one of angry denial, "I don't want you, what the hell are you talking about?" Harry responded with a thrust of his hips, taking the blonde by surprise. The friction was delicious and both boys were painfully aware of the other's arousal. Harry panted softly, the urge to continue fighting his will power. He held firm, though, keeping to just the one thrust. Again, he asked, "How long?" When the blonde refused to answer, Harry thrust again, this time earning himself a low moan from the boy beneath him. Harry grinned slightly, though he didn't notice. He'd begun a teasing rhythm with his hips, grinding his length against the Slytherin's achingly slow. "How long, Draco? How long have you thought about me like this?"
The blonde tossed his head to the side, biting back a moan. The sound of his first name escaping the other boy's lips was too much for him to bear. He gave in, "More than a year. Please, Harry...don't..." Harry stopped altogether, looking down at the boy with concern. "Why? You....this is what you want, isn't it?" Harry was fully perplexed, which didn't help his aching erection at all. Truth be told, it was what he wanted too.
Draco held his breath, demanding his body to calm down as he sought the right words to use. "...Not like this." He kept his head turned, and Harry could feel the boy's heartbeat pounding hard within his chest. He whispered, "What way did you want it, then?" Draco's attention was caught then, and he turned to look up at the boy that held him captive in so many ways. "You're only doing this to tease me, make fun of me for being caught." His eyes showed a deep sense of hurt and sadness, one that Harry had never seen before in his life. He found himself wanting to kiss away the boy's troubles. His own heart began pounding roughly within his chest, mind reeling with internal struggle. When the battle was won, Harry spoke slowly, "No...Draco. Not to tease you."
With that, he dipped his head and kissed the boy soundly, his heart full to bursting with excitement. Draco returned the kiss eagerly, tiny moans escaping his throat as he writhed beneath Harry. The moans were enough to send Harry into a frenzy, his hips rubbing quickly down against the boy beneath him. Harry's moans were low and labored, having never felt this way before. He thrust with all the desire that welled within him, his body rolling with the motion. He freed Draco's hands, resting one arm beside the boy for support as his free hand reached up to carress the blonde's neck. Draco's hands instinctively sought for something, anything to grasp. One hand gripping dark, silken locks of Harry's hair, the other to the crimson uniform the boy wore, Draco found himself bucking up frantically into Harry's thrusts. Within moments, the two of them had broken their first kiss to cry out, each climaxing as desperate cries and moans escaped their lips.
They held each other close for what felt like hours, both shivering from the cold and the sensation of what had just happened between them. The sound of approaching voices caused both boys to yelp and jump up from the ground. Harry decided not to practice that day, and quickly threw his uniform back into its locker, sliding back into his soggy clothes. It wasn't until he had finished that he realized that Draco must have seen him completely naked, and that his uniform needed cleaning badly. He blushed furiously, but grabbed the blonde's hand. "Come on, we have to get out of here before they see you."
