Valentines

Not exactly my holiday, but everyone at Hogwarts had to.

A masquerade.

I decided on a white suit to make my skin look like it's glowing.

The houses were supposed to wear house-neutral clothes, so I wore a bright red tie with a matching mask. Not that the look was complete... I tried different hairstyles, different shirts under, nothing made it perfect.

Pansy walked in, "are you still not finished?!"

"I'm not happy with the look..." I mumbled, putting on a pail white shirt this time, ready to put on the jacket when pansy came on behind me with a golden stick of some sort.

"try this..." She handed it to me.

"What is it?"

"Lipstick."

Lipstick... would I suit lipstick?

I tied my tie, put on the mask and decided to try the red product. Damn... I look hot...

"Just let me...." She came right up to my face to fix up in the smudged edges.

"Thanks, Pans."

"Of course!" She smiled, "Maybe I can finally get you laid!" She smirked.

"Let's hope." I smirked. We laughed, walked out of the castle and down to the pavilion the dance was set.

Some stared, I was the only male with makeup from what I could see. It made me quite self-conscious, not that I would ever let that show. Until I saw Dean Thomas, a gay Gryffindor, almost droll at the sight of me, then he whispered something to his boyfriend who ended up with the same reaction.

Game, set, match.

"Okay! Now that everyone is here! Please hand in your letters!" Granger said through a mic.

It was a contest, everyone was supposed to hand in love letters, not saying who they were to or from, and the judges would read up which one was the best when they had decided. Everyone did as told and the music began.

"Could I have this dance?" Pansy asked me.

"Yes, oh beautiful lady." I said over-royal-y.

We danced for a while, and just talked really. It was nice to come here with a best friend, although there was someone I'd want to dance with me. Those damned beautiful green eyes.

"I'm thirsty, and hungry, and my feet hurt, and-" Pansy began to complain

"Let's grab a bite then!" I cut her off and smiled mischievously. She nodded.

Everyone had particular tables, although it weren't house-organized, it was year. So everyone could ask and talk to whatever age they desired.

Someone already sat at the 8th year table, but we sat down on the other side. It was quite obvious who it was, and Pansy nudged me.

Granger, Weasley and Potter.

Weasley was stuffing his face with food, Potter was eating his (at least) 4th treacle tart, and Granger was reading through the poems.

"Who are you?" Weasley asked with his mouth full of chicken.

"In your year." I mumbled. Not like I was going to tell him if I had kept my identity so well hidden.

I mean, my hair is a total mess, and I kind of like it. The lipstick brings out my lips and then also my cheekbones and jaw, and the mask hides the rest.

"Harry!" Hermione called out. "Read this!" She handed him a light red paper.

"This is good" He said after a while. "First one yet." He joked

"So, my handsome prince, any protentional yet?" Pansy asked with a royal tone. Snapping me out of listening to their conversation.

"I do believe so, my fair maiden." I replied in the same tone, "but I'm quite certain I'm going to have another dance with you when I've eaten and your feet are proper."

She smirked, on no... "But why dance with a lady, when you actually want a prince?"

I glared at her, but decided to answer anyway. "Because, I do not wish for you to be alone."

We bust out laughing at our stupid royal-faces with high noses and the bad impression of a royal accent.

"So, you're in our year and gay?" Granger asked.

"Well, yes?" I looked at her with an any-problem? -look.

"Harry! You have yourself a dance partner!" She looked at him happily.

I don't think I've ever seen Potter glare at someone, but now he literally planned her death. I've never seen him be mad at someone, or so nervous. And at the same time. Especially Potter. It was a turn on. Him with a death glare was really hot.

"Harry Potter, the golden boy, gay?" I asked.

He blushed as hell, continued to glare at Granger who only snickered. He looked down, his hand started to scratch his neck as his hair fell in front of his face, hiding what was not already hidden by the mask.

"Don't tell anyone..." He mumbled.

"Why would I? I don't have to." I smirked.

"What do you-" He started, but I stood up, walked over to him, grabbed his hand and walked towards the dancefloor.

"Because they'll realize." I whispered into his ear. He shivered, "You really are gay. I would never have thought you'd realise." I commented.

"Shut up..."

We were both the male in the dance, but he was following my moves.

"Which house are you in?" He asked. We were very close, so his breath tickled my ear.

"Secret." I whispered, sending another shiver down his spine. "I can keep my secrets, unlike you. All of yours are open for me to see."

"What..." He gulped, "what do you mean?"

"You're Harry Potter." I whispered, and I bit his ear. "You're gay." I kissed right under, earning a low, slight growl. "You're into me."  I started to suck on the spot, "and you have a boner." I stopped. I stepped away and walked back to Pansy.

"I saw that!" She pointed to where I was standing, "You were mean!"

"Of course I was, he's hot." I defended. You have to mean to hot people, it's a price they have to pay for being good looking. My price is everyone being so hot, and I'm pretty sure my crush hates my guts.

"Don't leave him there! Wave him over."

I did as told and he walked awkwardly over to us, who were standing by the food table.

"Parkinson?" He asked when he saw her.

"Oh, you're not completely blind." She smirked, "Have you recognized him yet?" She nodded her head towards me.

"I have a thought... but I'm very unsure..." He mumbled.

"Is it someone you wish it were?" She asked. "Wait! Don't answer that. Prince Lipstick, go somewhere." She demanded me. Again, I did as told.

I was standing by a pole at the edge when a girl came up to me.

"Could-could we-could I have-" Aww, she's nervous. That's adorable.

"Yes, it would be my honour." I smiled.

We ended up dancing a whole song before she began to talk. "You look really... hot... with the lipstick..." She said quite nervous and unsure

"Thank you." I said, way more confidently.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked.

"I am very sorry, but I'm gay, so rather not." I tried to sound sincere, but I guess the last part came out rather harsh.

You see, I like it when no one knows who I am. They don't treat me like anything but a stranger (who's hot), and I don't have to keep up an act.

"Oh..." She whispered, "But why... why did you agree to dance then?"

"I like dancing. Female or male, the music and dancing is one of my favourite things." I really did try to sound genuine, but I'm mostly bored and curious on who Potter think I am.

"You're Draco Malfoy..." She whispered in realisation.

"Shh, don't tell anyone," I smiled, "I like to be... not Malfoy." I whispered.

"Why are you so nice now?"

I held her as close as I did with Potter, "I hate being that guy... but imagine what would happen if my father found out I'm not actually that way?" She nodded slowly, "Don't tell anyone..."

"I won't." She smiled. "Draco Malfoy, who's gay and kind but trying to hide it. I promise I won't."

I smirked. Pansy stood with a very flustered Potter at the same spot where I left them, stepped away from my dance partner and bowed. "It was a pleasure to dance with you. But my friend is calling me over, I must go. May I ask who you are?"

"Sammy Neel."

"'Till we meet again, Lady Neel."

I went over to them.

"Potter thinks you're Draco Malfoy." She said, almost like I wasn't – was this to trick him?

"oh, and why?" I looked at him.

"Try to guess?" She smirked.

"The hair? And then being nice to blackmail later. That's what enemies do, right?" I smirked.

"My first thought too." Pansy grinned widely. "It is the hair, and the eyes. But he hopes it's Draco Malfoy, because the saviour of the world has fallen for the douchebag." She extended her arms.

"Oh, really?" I asked.

Potter blushed and tried to walk away. I grabbed his arm and forced him on the dancefloor again.

"You know, Potter, I'd like to know what you've fantasised about this crush you have."

"Nothing." He said way too quickly. I could hear it in the sigh he let out that he mentally slapped himself. "Way too much..."

"Like?"

"You promise not to tell him?"

"I do." I smirked.

"Everything... from kissing to more intimate..."

We danced in silence. The dance and ball was almost over.

I decided to go for it.

"If you're up for it, Mr Potter. I'd love to be your fantasy Draco for a night."

He went weak in his knees, so I supported him a bit more, he blushed and started to stutter. Finally he managed to actually say words.

"Why?" He asked lustful and embarrassed.

"Because..." I purred and bit his ear a bit more, "I'd love to have a night with my 3 year long crush..."

"EVERYONE! WE'VE CHOSEN A WINNER!" Granger yelled at the stage before I could get an answer. And to be quite honest, I was very grateful. It scared the shit out of me, no matter what he would answer... and what might follow. "I'm going to read up the letter now."

"His eyes like forest green
And his oblivious gaze watches over me
He can look, but it's never me he see
We fight and we dance
But his feelings for me will never enhance

And the feeling I get when he touches my knee
Is something unbeknownst to me
And if he were to ever go away
I wouldn't want to live another day"

"Can the writer of this letter come up to the stage?" She asked. I slowly started to walk. "Oh! It's our mysterious stranger." She said excited.

Everyone looked at me. I hear whispers asking who I was or who they thought I was. Something about that I was hot and that they wanted to wear lipstick. Either way, I ended up on the stage.

"What's your name?" She asked. I just shook my head. "Who did you write it to?" Shook. "House?" Shook. "You're not going to tell us anything?" I shook it one last time before I smirked. She sighed. "You see, you have to. The winner would tell who it was for and get the last dance with them. Who is it?"

"I don't need a dance. I already got to dance with him." I smiled to Potter.

"Are you going to take off the mask?"

"Never." I smirked at her.

"Okay then..." She handed me the letter gestured for me to walk off the stage.

"Slytherin!" I said right before I shut the doors to the Great hall behind me.

---

The next day, every gay Slytherin had coloured their hair my colour in hope of getting to snog Potter. Even down to 3rd years.

The only thing I've thought about, basically all day and last night, is that I almost got to kiss him... I almost got to have more than that... I almost got to do what I've fantasised about since 6th year.

Yes, a three-year-old crush. Middle of 6th year, 7th year, the year Hogwarts used to be rebuilt, and now half of 8th year. 3 years.

And something he's fantasised about as well...

Harry Potter likes me... fanaticises about me... wants to... with me...

"But they didn't at the ball!" Potter argued. "That means it was a Slytherin, in 8th year, who was already that blond!"

"Mate... you can't just go after the hair colour..."

"I'm not! It's for you to be able to help me find him! I have the eyes, the height, how well his hand fit in mine, how he kissed my neck-"

Weasley cut off, "We don't need to know all that!" Potter nodded, "So, blond Slytherins in 8th year... the only one I can think of is Malfoy, mate."

I decided that now was the time to take my turn by the corner, walking in the direction of the voices.

All three stiffened and looked at me.

"Oh, isn't it the precious golden trio!" I said with my voice almost dripping of fake-excitement. "What are you staring at? A niffler got your tongue?"

"Sod off, Malfoy." Granger sneered.

"Okay okay! I will." I smirked. I walked straight through them, Potter's shoulder stopping me from continuing. "Hm..." I said as I stared at him.

"What?" He splat,

"No... nothing. Just the poem last night. Quite correct, at least the colour of your eyes." I smirked and walked off.

The mumbling started as soon as I took another step, and Potter yelled after me as I was about to turn the next corner.

I stopped, "What?"

"You know who wrote it?"

"Of course I do. We're both in Slytherin." I smirked. "But now I'm late for potions. Sod off." I decided to end the conversation on bad terms. The best way to.

I was just through the door of the Potions classroom when Potter grabbed my robe.

"Who?!" He yelled. Then he realized we were the ones late for Potions, and everyone was staring. "Sorry, Professor..."

"It's alright, Mr Potter." Slughorn dismissed us, and I sat down at my usual seat. In the back, alone, since Pansy and Blaze started dating.

Only... I weren't alone. Potter sat down beside me.

"You know who it is?" He whispered this time.

"I've already answered that." I said without looking at him. I started at the board and took notes.

HE'S SITTING RIGHT THERE. Next to ME.

"Have you talked to him after the ball...?" Harry asked.

"Yes." I answered quick, leaving it there.

"What did he say?"

"Okay, Potter. Why the fuck are you so curious? It was a bloke, a Slytherin. You've never cared about our house before, you even chose another house because you despise me so much, ever since we first met." I looked at him impatiently, waiting for an answer that never came. I sighed. "He said you were a better dancer than he thought you'd be, and your neck is rather soft. And he was about to say something else but had promised you not to tell me. I'm guessing you took his virginity then." I ended, lying and adding the last part to make it a bit more believable.

"I did not! ... He actually didn't tell you?" Potter asked in disbelief.

"Believe it or not, Potter," I sneered, "but we actually keep our promises. And we are actually caring about those we actually care about."

It was silent for a while.

Of course he broke that silence. "Who do you care about? That you are caring around them?"

"None of your business." I said flatly.

"Okay..."

And it was silent for the rest of the lesson.

---

"So, I talked to Malfoy" I hear Potter begin.

They were standing outside the bridge down to Hagrid's hut, where our care of magical creatures lesson would start in 10 minutes.

"What did he say?" Granger asked, actually caring, compared to Weasley's reaction.

"He knows who wrote the letter, and have talked to him... but he didn't say... that to Malfoy, he kept his promise."

"From what you know." Weasley commented.

"Like Malfoy would hesitate on using that against Harry if he actually knew?" Granger argued. They agreed on that one.

Now I have to pretend I don't know so they actually realise that Slytherins keeps their promises... well, not like it's going to be hard I guess.

I would be late if I didn't start walking down the hill, so I walked past them.

"Malfoy!" Granger called.

"What is it with your sudden interest in me, today?" I asked them. "Yes I know who it is you danced with and who wrote the letter. I also happen to know what you think of Slytherins, it is no wonder really why he hasn't told you yet."

They looked at each other.

"Not that," Granger started.

"Harry is gay for you" Weasley said. Granger and Potter glared at him.

"What?" I asked, he just shrugged. Potter just looked down and Granger hit her boyfriend in the arm with her book.

"It's true..." Granger started, again. "Would you go on a date with him? If not, could you pretend this never happened?"

I stood there in shock. They... actually told me... what the hell is happening.

"Don't you dare, Potter!" I yelled. I got a tactic on how I think I'm going to make him kiss me. Pansy makes me read too many romance novels... They looked at me in shock, not understanding why I got so mad. "Yeah, I'm glad you didn't read the back-page on the letter in front of everyone, but don't make fun of me. I know it would never be, but I can't really do something about it either! Don't pretend just to use it against me!" I screamed and ran back to the castle and into my own chambers.

My mother made them give me private chambers... I'm not complaining though, it's fantastic on a horny night.

It was dinner time when Pansy entered.

"Okay, what the fuck are you up to?"

"A plan." I smirked.

She oh-ed. "Okay, but don't play for too long. You know how that ends."

"I won't."

"Will you come down for dinner?"

"Nope. Part of the plan." She nodded. "Can you come up with something? And make sure you say it loud enough that I'm in my chambers and you bring me something to eat?"

"Eh..." She laughed a bit, "Sure. On one condition!"

"Which is?"

"You at least kiss him."

"Deal." I smirked, "And just follow my lead when you get back here." She nodded and left.

---

HARRY'S POV

"I tell you, Harry. Right now, it could be every Slytherin. Seems like half of the blokes have dyed their hair." Ron tried to argue as he didn't want to look for my dance partner.

He doesn't realise... the bloke's a Slytherin! He could tell Malfoy! And he was too nice too... I'm not sure if I only fancy Malfoy anymore.

"But they didn't at the ball! That means it was a Slytherin, in 8th year, who was already that blond!" I argued. I need to know.

"Mate... you can't just go after the hair colour..."

"I'm not! It's for you to be able to help me find him! I have the eyes, the height, how well his hand fit in mine, how he kissed my neck-"

Ron cut me off, "We don't need to know all that!" I nodded, "So, blond Slytherins in 8th year... the only one I can think of is Malfoy, mate."

In that exact moment, he came around the corner.

"Oh, isn't it the precious golden trio!" He said with fake-excitement. "What are you staring at? A niffler got your tongue?"

"Sod off, Malfoy." Hermione sneered.

"Okay okay! I will." He smirked. He just... like that? He tried to walk straight through us, but I held back when he was about to push my shoulder. "Hm..." He hummed.

"What?" I asked.

"No... nothing." He trailed off. "Just the poem last night. Quite correct, at least with the colour of your eyes." He said and walked off.

He was there! He might know who it was! And many other things, Hermione and Ron whisper-yelled to me. I called after him.

"MALFOY!"

"What?" He stopped. He was already by the corner of the corridor.

"You know who wrote it?" I asked.

"Of course I do. We're both in Slytherin." He smirked. "But now I'm late for potions. Sod off." He said before he left behind the corner.

---

We debated on whenever to ask him or not, before Hermione pointed out that I had to run to my Potions lesson, the one with Malfoy...

I managed to reach him before he was in the classroom. I grabbed his robe, and asked "who?" I realised after I saw that everyone was staring that I had yelled it.

"Sorry, Professor..." I mumbled to Slughorn.

"It's alright, Mr Potter." He dismissed.

Draco sat down at his usual seat in the back, and I decided to sit with him this time.

"You know who it is?" I asked again.

"I've already answered that." He said, still looking at the board as he was talking notes. 

"Have you talked to him after the ball?" I asked. If he had, the male must've told him about... Godric I hope not...

"Yes." He answered quickly. Fuck.

"What did he say?"

"Okay, Potter. Why the fuck are you so curious? It was a bloke, a Slytherin. You've never cared about our house before, you even chose another house because you despise me so much, ever since we first met." He looked angrily at me, and awaiting an answer. I don't despise him... at least not anymore... I couldn't tell him that! He sighed. "He said you were a better dancer than he thought you'd be, and your neck is rather soft. And he was about to say something else but had promised you not to tell. I'm guessing you took his virginity then."

"I didn't..." but if he has his virginity, I'd gladly take it. "He actually didn't tell you?" I asked.

"Believe it or not, Potter," He sneered, "but we actually keep our promises. And we are actually caring about those we actually care about."

Well, I know they are loyal to their own.

Oh, imagine being Malfoy's 'own'. Being owned by him, kissed by him, touched by him. Being able to call him mine. To care about him, and... him, caring about me. Trusting, and cuddly...

It's a far away dream, not one I haven't had before, but it still made me feel warm and cosy.

He must be like that to someone? Who could I ask? I mean, if he's cuddly, and how he is in a relationship. How he acts when he cares about you.

"Who do you care about? That you are caring around them?" I ended up asking.

"None of your business." He answered flatly and cold.

"Okay..." I mumbled.

Of course... he must think I'll use it against him. I decided not to ask any more.

---

"So, I talked to Malfoy." Was the first thing I said when I met up with Ron and Hermione as we were going down to Care of magical creatures.

"What did he say?" Hermione asked.

"He knows who wrote the letter, and have talked to him... but he didn't say... that to Malfoy, he kept his promise."

"From what you know." Ron commented.

"Like Malfoy would hesitate on using that against Harry if he actually knew?" Hermione argued. We ended up agreeing on that.

Malfoy walked past us. He's literally everywhere! What if he hears what we're talking about?!

"Malfoy!" Hermione called after him

"What is it with your sudden interest in me, today?" He asked. "Yes I know who it is you danced with and who wrote the letter. I also happen to know what you think of Slytherins, it is no wonder really why he hasn't told you yet."

We looked at each other before Hermione decided to say this the best way.

"Not that," She started.

"Harry is gay for you" Ron said. I glared at him. Of course he had to say it like that! I know he's sick of this drama, but he could've waited 'till I was ready. Hermione hit him with her book

"What?" Malfoy asked.

I looked at Hermione. I could never say this myself.

"It's true... Would you go on a date with him? If not, could you pretend this never happened?" Thank you for adding that, 'Mione!

He stared at us for a while.

"Don't you dare, Potter!" He yelled. "Yeah, I'm glad you didn't read the back-page on the letter in front of everyone, but don't make fun of me. I know it would never be, but I can't really do something about it either! Don't pretend just to blackmail me!"

Then, he ran back to the castle.

---

I'm glad neither of them asked me about it... This was something I wanted to find out on my own. But when he skipped the last lessons, and dinner, I was getting very worried.

I saw that Parkinson stood up. "Draco wanted to eat in his room. I'll bring him something." She said to the others.

I ran after her, happy I brought with me the invisibility cloak. I put it on and followed her.

"Wirdogio" She entered a portrait, not the one to the Slytherin common room... I followed quickly and quietly behind.

It was pretty green and dark, but nothing like the common room.

"Hey, Dray. You should eat something." Parkinson told him.

"I'm not hungry..." he mumbled from one of the couches. The one closest to the fire, to be exact.

"Okay, no. Fuck you. Tell me what the fuck happened! You can skip classes and you can behave like a maniac. But not without telling me what the fuck is going on! And you can definitely not stop eating. I will not see you consume yourself like you did in 6th year!" She yelled at him.

He just sat there in silence for a while.

No sound. No move. Just nothing.

Then, he turned around and shoved the plate with food towards him.

"He used it against me..." he mumbled.

"Potter?" Malfoy only nodded. "I thought you hadn't told him..."

"I haven't... they figured it out." He started to mumble, so it was completely impossible to understand what he said, before he suddenly yelled "DAMN MY FUCKING HAIR! They realized because, who the fuck else has this blond hair?!"

"So they found out about the letter?" Parkinson asked. Draco nodded. "And that you're him?" Another nod. "Draco... I'm sorry... But you said he used it against you, like... how?"

He sighed again "They spoke to me right before Care of magical creatures... and Granger and Weasley said he was gay and asked if I wanted to go on a date with Potter..."

Parkinson stood up and walked towards the door, so I had to move away. I managed to bump into a book so it fell to the floor. No one seemed to notice, thank Godric.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked.

"That was not okay." She said with poison in her voice. "You've gotten enough shit from your family about this, and your crush for three years- I'VE SPENT THREE YEARS LISTENIG TO YOU ABOUT HOW PERFECT AND AMAZING HE IS! I am not going to let him get away of using this against you." And she slammed the portrait shut.

He's been crushing on me since... before Snape killed Dumbledore?

Draco picked up some book and started to read as he ate. I walked around the room as quietly I could.

It was an open door. The bedroom. A king size bed. A large wardrobe and such. But there it hang, the white suit, the red tie, even the mask and the lipstick were perfectly set in the windowsill.

I walked out of the room only to stand face to face with Draco. I jumped back to not bump into him and somehow managed to do it without making a sound. I saw the poem card.

So did Draco.

He picked it up and sat down on the bed. He stared at it for the longest time, did the same on the suit and went back to the card, only to let it go right after and fall back on the bed.

Parkinson entered again.

"No one has seen him since dinner... Weasley thinks he may be in the forbidden forest or the Quidditch pitch, but I won't ruin my new shoes...." She defended.

"It's alright, Pans." He smiled slightly.

"Are you alright, though?"

"No..."

"Come on! Cheer up! You know, technically, he asked you on a date."

"Yeah! As. A. Joke."

"Fine! I didn't think I had to do this..." She mumbled and started searching in her purse. "I... payed... Dean Thomas... 10 gallons... for these..." She mumbles as she tried to find whatever Dean gave her. "I asked him to take them when he wasn't aware."

She handed him at least 5 pictures. "Pansy..." Draco's eyes widened.

"Yeah! Now you can jerk off to not only a thought, but pictures." She smirked.

"... Thank you." He put the pictured down beside them and hugged her. They hugged for a while, so I tried to look at the photos.

All I saw was some black hair and intimate-... oh...

I tried to get a better look, but they sat up again.

"So, I'll leave you to your pictures and imagines, for good this time." Pansy said, got her purse and stood up. "Be at breakfast tomorrow. I'll be holding some baked potatoes for you."

"Okay, I will, and thanks!" He smiled warmly. When she had left, he started to talk to himself. "I can't believe she actually got these for me..."

He looked through the photos, smirking and grinning at all of them, 'til he came to the last one.  It was hidden in a folder. He opened it slowly.

His breath hitched in his throat, his boner grew and he stared with wide eyes, a blush came creeping up his cheeks too.

"Why... why Harry bloody Potter? Couldn't it have been someone who don't hate me...?" He mumbled to himself. It was silent for a while. Then he began to stroke himself.

He looked at all of them, but the last one mostly.

He squeezed his eyes as his hand moved over his erect cock. The way his fingers almost danced on his member was damn near hypnotising. His thumb went over the head and Draco's mouth fell open.

He went faster. Gripped tighter. But his fingers still danced like fairies. All I could hear was the beautiful sounds that came from his mouth.

The gasps and groans were too much. I have to get out of here... I have to get rid of this damned boner... I don't think I've ever been harder my entire life...

I was about to go out when his voice stopped me.

"You've grown since you got that cloak." He smirked. FUCK! He knows I'm here? "We could see your shoes. No one else would be here."

I took of the top, only showing my head.

"I must say, I though you'd leave with Pansy, so I must ask why you stayed for so long." His famous, way too sexy smirk made me almost weak.

"Hermione and Ron didn't lie..." I mumbled.

"Please don't lie to me..." He looked down.

"What do you even mean with that?!" I almost yelled.

He stared at me, almost like he was trying to read me. "I've fucking liked you for years! I know how pathetic that is! I was in disguise just to be close to you for one night! I WROTE YOU A FUCKINGS POEM! THAT'S HOW LOVESICK I AM IN YOU! And then you come and tried to make fun of it... IT HURTS YOU BASTARD! AND YET NOW... even now... I can't get myself to hate you..." He was in full tears now.

I walked slowly over to him.

The cloak fell to the floor, and my robed came off with it.

I put my hand under his jaw, the four inches he was taller than me annoyed me, but I had to force him to look at me even with the height difference.

"I promise you," I whispered, I was almost afraid if he heard me, "that I'm not making fun of it. I promise, they weren't lying."

"Prove it..." He sobbed, but it still came out as a whisper.

I took his hands, remaking the pose we had when we were dancing. Only, it was me by his ear this time. "I don't want to make you do something you'll regret. You're emotional, let's take it slow, at least for tonight."

He pushed me a but away, but still held my hands.

"You just watched me jerk off to half-naked to naked pictures of you." He tried to argue.

I saw his point and what he meant. "Can I read the last part of your poem?"

He sighed, "I guess..." He walked over to the windowsill and got it. "Here..." He had his hands resting on my shoulders, his forehead slightly pressed against mine, but his body far enough away for me to read the piece of paper.

"But I could never tell him
He hates me, could tear me limb for limb.
But in love with him I can't help but be,
Because of those eyes like forest green"

"You are a very talented poet." I whispered.

"Thank you... but not really..." He whispered as well.

"I think you are," I looked up at him, "a lot better than me, who can't even make a roses are red-one."

He laughed. Oh what a pure laugh. It was like, it warmed me up in every way, made me want to make him laugh all the time, see his smile, and knowing I did that!

"Can I... can I kiss you?" He whispered even lower.

"Please do." I smiled. I leaned in, but he stopped me.

"Can I... touch you?" He asked.

"Please... Draco, please do." I tried to kiss him again, but as last time, he stopped me.

"Can I-"

I cut him off, "You can do whatever you want with me. And I'll say stop if I feel the need to... just... ugh, kiss me already!"

I didn't have to encourage him any more than that.

He kissed me. His lips... so soft... It was slow and beautiful at first, but then he pushed more, he wanted more, and so did I. He licked my lip, asking for entrance. I kept my mouth shut, and he groaned in frustration.

"You have to work for it." I grinned.

I only saw the smirk come, and I knew I was fucked...

He kissed me again, this time also pushing my body backwards. I hit the wall and gasped. Draco took his chance. "Nice." I mumbled.

"Jump." He only mumbled back.

Jump? I did as told, as high as I could, but I didn't reach the floor again. He grabbed my tights and held me up against the wall. Oh damn...

His tongue explored my mouth, his hands close to my arse, his own boner pushing against my growing one. Fuck, all these together made me moan.

"And I'm top." Draco smirked.

"What? Why?!" I argued.

"You moaned first."

Well, being bottomed by Draco wouldn't be bad, in any way, "Fine..." I grumbled, but oh fuck how much I wanted it.

"Remember to stop me." He looked seriously into my eyes. I nodded. "Promise me you will."

"I promise." I kissed him lightly.

He pulled me into a new kiss fast, just as passionate and hungry as before. He lifted me off the wall without breaking the kiss, and walked.

Where, I didn't realise before he threw me on the bed. He took off his sweater fast, but unbuttoned his shirt painfully slow. Even with the buttons opened, he kept the shirt on. A real pain in the arse, really.

He took off my sweater and shirt quickly and kissed my neck this time. He touched my body, everywhere but where I think I needed him the most, as he left hickeys all over my neck. At the most random places, but he knew way too well where it felt good. He got to my ear and bit it.

"You're panting." He breathed.

"So are you..."

His hand were slowly going down on my backside and down my arse. He guided my leg to go around him and I did the same with my other leg. I used both to push him closer and kissed him again.

We continued like that for a while. Kissing, hickey making, we turned each other over a few times so I also was on top, but I realised really quick that he preferred to be on top. Not that I complained, it was wonderful to be dominated, as well as fun to be the dominant.

I was on top now. I had gotten off the shirt, and his neck was marked. He was marked. By me. He was wearing the mark I made, making him mine. I travelled down to his nipple.

"Harry..." He breathed out.

I continued down, Quidditch had done extraordinary things to his body. He was slim but well built. Pale, scared, and... insecure. He tried to cover the scars.

"Don't." I stopped his hands.

"They're disgusting..." he mumbled.

I kissed every one of them, leaving a small hickey on the bigger ones. "I love them."

Draco only breathed heavily at the touch.

I was close to his low-low parts. His pants were opened, but not pulled down. I grabbed the hemps for a belt and looked up at him, asking for permission. His head shot towards me as he felt me touching his trousers, and his eyes grew with lust as he saw what I was asking.

"Yes."

He held up his hips so I could get the trousers off him. After that, I slipped them slowly off. I needed time to take in the sight of his legs-fuck. They were long... gorgeous... the muscles in his tights were just as perfectly shaped as the calves.

"Harry..." He whined impatiently.

"Sorry..." I mumbled.

Not my fault that he's so freaking hot...

I took of his boxer as well... oh FUCK he's huge...

"if you like it, lick it and claim it as yours." Draco said breathless. I smirked, although he couldn't see it since he was facing the ceiling.

I started at the bottom, and licked a long, hard stroke up.

"Harry!" He moaned, his eyes shot up as well as his head.

"Mine." I growled. His dick jumped, he liked it! He's kinky?

I started touching him, licking him, stroking him, and then pulled in what I could fit in my mouth. Draco was a groaning mess, but I wanted to hear a moan before I let him take control.

Maybe...

I slipped my other hand right behind, and tried to massage his prostate from outside with my thumb. The rest of my fingers started to massage his balls a bit.

"Harry~ Oh... AHHHhhh" He moaned. "I'm... cumming... please... stop." I pulled myself form his lower parts completely, he almost whined at the sudden lack of touch, but I could see it on his face that he was grateful that I stopped. I only wanted to know why. "I... I want to fuck you before I cum..."

"Then why am I still top?"

He flipped us over before I could even finish. Where my trousers went, I have literally no idea, but now I was in my boxers, which Draco was pulling off.

We continued to make out. Then, Draco travelled down my neck, and put three fingers in front of my mouth.

"Suck." He demanded. His neck was on my shoulder, so I felt the vibration... even that felt good, when it was Draco. I complied and sucked on his fingers. After a while, he seemed satisfied and took them out. "Turn over."

"I'd like to see you..."

"It hurts less," He told me, "and we can turn over afterwards if you still want."

I thanked him, and turned over. My arse was now in the air, and I started to doubt this... damn, I must look ridiculous.

I felt his hands on my butt cheeks. "You... have an amazing arse." He commented.

He puller in one finger. It wasn't much of sensation to it, but it felt good. When no sound came, Draco added another one, and the burning began.

"Dra-nh-co..." I groaned. He pulled in and out. God it felt good.

He took all out, noo... but they were soon replaced with something that felt even better.

His tongue.

He slipped it in and out, circling both inside and outside.

At this point, I didn't know if I was moaning, groaning or yelling his name. All I know is that it felt fantastic, and I needed more.

"You liked that?" He asked as he pulled his face away.

"yes..." I managed to say. He suddenly added three fingers. "DRACO!"

"What do you want?" he asked.

"you..." I but the pillowcase to stay sane in this marvellous situation.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked again, his fingers going painfully slow, in and out, almost touching me properly, but never hitting the right spot.

"Fuck me..."

He shoved all three in fast and hard, hitting. "What did you say!" He warned.

"Fuck me, please." I whined.

"Who shall fuck you, dirty Potter!"

"You..." WHY WON'T HE JUST FUCK ME?

"Who. Am. I?!"

Ohhhh... right. He's kinky. "Master... Please, master... fuck me." His fingers were out within seconds, replaced with his cock. "DRACO!" I yelled out at the huge replacement.

"NO!" He corrected me.

"Master... Draco... master... please..." I moaned as he hit deep inside me. Suddenly, he started to jerk my cock, and used his other hand on my nipple as he sucked on my shoulder. "DADDY!" I yelled out, the only thing that came to my mind with all this sensation.

"Naughty... boy..." He groaned.

"I'm cumming..." I moaned. "Please, Daddy. Let me cum."

"Such a good boy, asking for ngh~ for permission..." He bit my shoulder. "But not yet. Hold it."

I don't know... anything, right now. I know that the guy I'm gay for is fucking me way too good from behind. He's stroking me, and I'm doing everything I can to not cum, to keep this going, to please him. And I don't cum.

"DRACO!"

I was wrong, as I felt my knot completely snap and I came all over the bedsheet. He continued to fuck me, fast, hard, and feeling so good, till he came not long after.

"Harry!" He yelled as well, cumming deep inside me. "Sorry..." he panted.

"don't be..." I mumbled.

We lied there, him still deep inside me, both panting messes.

He pulled out, but held me close as he spooned me.

"Potter?"

"Yes?"

"Can... can I kiss you?"

I turned to look at him. "You ask that after that?"

"Yes..." He looked at my lips, "Pretty please?"

I sighed, "You're adorable." And I pulled him in for another kiss.

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Okay, so I'm trying a new style in weiring. Mostly to see if I can actually get past my so-called writersblock. I know it's not good, but please leave a comment on what you think?

I need some feedback. Good or bad.