{I wrote this for _sans_the_skeleton__ , I hope you all enjoy}

It started off as a normal day between Harry and Draco. They were in detention due to fighting once again. Neither man even remembered who started it, but they clung to the feelings of elation that were left in the wake of leaving the other man frustrated and angry.

The detention was to last three hours, supervised by McGonagall. She had been popping in every 15 minutes or so, and that seemed to be the only time Draco would actually thoroughly clean. When she was gone he seemed to push dust around a specific spot instead of cleaning it.

As fate would have it, McGonagall left in a rush to attend to a student in the hospital wing as for once, something bigger than a fight between the men before her had occurred. Harsh words were exchanged before she was off, promising to be back within the hour.

If the classroom was clean enough upon her return, they could leave early. Harry was excited about that prospect, until that is, Draco refused to finish cleaning the classroom with Harry causing yet another argument.

The fight quickly changed from verbal to physical. Harry was quickly reaching his limit, but it was surpassed once Draco pushed him so hard they both fell to the ground. They were in a very compromising position that Draco was quickly making worse as he wiggled his hips against Harry's, trying to pin his arms above his head so he would stop pushing against Draco's chest.

Harry smirked, a feat all of the Slytherins would have been impressed by, Draco Malfoy included, and let his arms go limp. This caused Draco to fall forward when he was met with no resistance. Harry caught him around the hips so that their faces didn't smash together.

"I love when you're dominant you know", Harry said innocently, looking up at Draco.

"I... what?"

This is not where Draco thought this was going at all, and he was now all too aware of how close their bodies really were.

"I have to say Malfoy, you look much better on top of me than I have ever imagined."

"You've imagined this?", Draco asked with a squeak, all of the fight leaving his body.

"Oh yes. Many times actually. Haven't you?"

"I... umm."

Draco couldn't come up with anything convincing to say, and Potter was starting to turn him on with the manner in which he was speaking.

"I'd always imagined we would be in a bedroom, maybe the room of requirement. But lately, this is exactly where my imagination has taken me."

"I'm the one imagining things again. This isn't real."

"Again? So you think about it too", Harry challenged, squeezing Draco's hips tighter.

Draco, who still thought this was a dream, answered honestly.

"I do. But usually you're... never mind."

It took Harry a minute to pick up on what Draco meant, but when he did, a feral grin overtook his face. Swiftly, he flipped them over so that he was straddling Draco.

"Usually I'm on top?", he offered innocently.

Draco hissed at the change in pressure, and all he was aware of was the connection of his crotch with Harry's. Experimentally, he rolled his hips, and gasped at the low moan that left Harry's mouth.

"I... you... we... not a dream?"

"I say we continue to test your theory that this is a dream. It's more fun this way."

Harry reached into his pocket and removed both of their robes, sending them neatly folded onto a desk.

Draco's mind was clouded, and he couldn't argue with the logic of this being more fun. When Harry's lips connected to his neck and immediately started sucking, Draco almost wished he would have. Almost. His resolve was crumbling and he arched up into Harry, whimpering as the other man bit down on his neck.

"Merlin you're beautiful", Harry whispered into Draco's ear, sending shivers down his back.

Harry continued to press soft kisses into Draco's neck, and Draco was becoming impatient. Harry could feel it as Draco kept trying to move, and he chuckled as he pushed down into Draco.

"Tell me what you want Malfoy."

"You. Anything. Please."

Harry tsked playfully, leaning over Draco, their lips only centimeters apart.

"Take what you want Draco", Harry whispered challengingly.

Draco immediately connected their lips in a heated kiss that was gnashing teeth and wandering hands, something that was oh so very them. Finally, Draco was able to flip them back over, and he pulled away, lips red and puffy, eyes glassy, panting. Harry laid there, staring at up Draco, waiting on him to act.

"Can I still take what I want?", he asked huskily.

"With pleasure."

Draco connected their lips once more, thighs clamped around Harry's hips as he began to grind into him. Harry responded by thrusting his hips up against Draco, and placing one hand into his hair, tugging on it.

Eagerly, both men swallowed the moans of the other, and all that could be heard was their panting, along with the distinct sound of fabric rubbing against fabric that made everything feel more erotic.

"Potter", Draco moaned, losing some of the rhythm he had built up.

"Call me Harry", he whispered, voice clouded with need, as he bit Draco's neck.

"Harry!", he yelled, coming undone, bucking wildly against Harry's hips.

Harry fought off his own high, struggling to wait so that he could fully take in all of Draco's facial expressions and noises. Once he came down from his high, Draco noticed Harry had stopped moving and hadn't came yet, so with a determined glint in his eye, he pressed into Harry harder and started rutting against him.

"Say. My. Fucking. Name", he growled in between each thrust.

The resounding chorus of "Draco's" and intermittent curses that left Harry's mouth stayed with Draco for the rest of his life. He soon understand why Harry had stopped. It was very fulfilling to watch your former enemy come undone at your hands, completely at your mercy. Draco quickly learned this was the Harry he liked the best.

Once both men had completely come down from their highs, Draco collapsed on top of Harry. Harry was surprised, but wrapped his arms around Draco nonetheless. Grabbing his wand from where it had fallen, Draco cast a cleaning charm before snuggling into Harry.

"Can we take off our pants next time please?", he grumbled as the sticky feeling finally went away.

"I thought this was incredibly hot. And very much necessary after 7 years I may add."

Draco couldn't argue with that, and was thinking about all of the fun they could've been having with each other over the years.

"Still think this was a dream?", Harry asked cheekily, running his hand through Draco's hair.

"I don't, but I know what I'm dreaming about tonight."

"Come see me instead. Let's make your dreams a reality hmm?"

"For Salazar's sake Potter", Draco groaned, burying his face into Harry's neck.

"I much prefer you moaning Harry", he teased, playfully rolling his hips against Draco's.

"Finish cleaning and maybe we'll go for a round two later."

"I know it will be definite once you help me clean."

"And why would I do that?"

Harry leaned in and kissed Draco passionately, biting his lower lip so his tongue could enter Draco's mouth. When Harry pulled away, Draco was breathless.

"Because if you don't, I'll never kiss you like that again."

"Fuck you Potter", he spat.

"Maybe I'll let you later if you behave."

Draco Malfoy was thoroughly fucked.