The moment Draco stepped through the door Harry reacted, He moved so fast even he could barely follow it and he had Draco pushed up against the wall in seconds. Given how he was feeling he was strangely careful, but that didn't stop him burying his nose in Draco's uniform. There was no smell of Pansy, which appeased him a little.

"I showered in my free period," Draco said, smiling just slightly; "I didn't want to smell of the silly cow either. She still seems to think I'm interested and 'no' doesn't seem to be in her vocabulary; does give me an excuse to have some nasty hexes on my door though. Dobby was very happy to help."

Harry smiled at the mental image that gave him; Pansy sprawled unconscious in the corridor covered in boils would have been nice. He didn't think Dobby would have allowed them to be that bad, but imagining it settled his nerves.

"So," Draco said, when he didn't move, "are we eating or are you the only one taking sustenance today?"

That made Harry feel a little guilty, it really did, and he considered ordering up some food for lunch, but his incubus had been riled and he really needed to reaffirm that Draco was his. He managed to step back, but that was about as far as he got, which made Draco laugh.

"Gryffindors," was Draco's comment, and then Draco leant forward and kissed him. "Dobby has promised to bring me a sandwich before my next lesson; so you can stop worrying."

"Bastard," is what Harry replied as he realised Draco had been winding him up.

"Always," Draco replied with an unrepentant grin, "I am also not stupid. It does not take someone of my significant mental agility to realise what Pansy's deplorable behaviour would have done to you and ..."

When Draco paused Harry almost leant in to steal another kiss, but Draco did it for him.

"...I wanted to reward you for how well you've done today already," Draco told him.

Harry liked that idea, he liked it a lot, which was why he growled his displeasure when Draco batted away his hand as he reached out to take what was on offer.

"Draco," he said, voice taking on just an edge of power.

"I am not teasing you," Draco replied simply and perfectly openly, probably the only way to make Harry listen, "but I want to ease you into the idea of letting me have my way occasionally."

Incubus power stirred under his skin at that and Harry was not sure he liked what he was hearing.

"This isn't a good idea," he said, knowing that he had asked a great deal of himself that morning already.

"Which is why it's not going to be difficult," Draco said, taking his hand and walking towards the bed; "but you are going to have to learn you can't just have me instantly sometimes."

"Not today," Harry said, bringing them to a halt by just stopping and holding on Draco's hand firmly.

At that Draco acquiesced a little and moved closer to him, holding his face gently with his free hand and kissing him softly.

"You had me last night," Draco reminded him quietly, placing small kisses on his face, "and you will undoubtedly want me again tonight, so I am asking you, for now, to please try. For me?"

It was a very Slytherin attack; it was not demanding and it went straight to Harry's heart. He knew Draco was playing to his weaknesses, but he couldn't do anything about it; didn't really want to in fact.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, not quite agreeing.

"I want you to stay right here," Draco told him, already releasing the buttons on his own shirt, "for as long as you can while I go over there," his lover indicated the bed, "and prepare myself for you on full display."

Harry's cock had started paying attention the moment Draco had walked into the room, but it gave a very intense throb at the idea those words conjured up.

"I'm going to strip," Draco told him, slowly walking backwards away from him, "and then I'm going to climb onto the bed and spread myself wide for you with my fingers. All you have to do is watch."

That might have caused Harry to tremble just a little, but he was admitting to nothing.

"You can take your clothes off if you like, so that you don't spoil them when you finally can't take it anymore," Draco suggested as he very slowly removed one item of clothing after another.

Harry wasn't really aware as he did the same thing; his whole focus was on Draco and his clothes ended up somewhere on the floor without him taking any notice of where. Draco was beautiful, all pale skin and almost delicate bone structure, but with a wiry strength that Harry had felt in his arms.

There was muscle under the sun-shy flesh, even though Draco had been locked up for months and Harry realised then that Draco had never given up. All that time Draco had kept himself fit somehow and it gave him another reason to admire the Slytherin. His feelings about Draco were very much mixed up and he wasn't quite sure what they meant, but he was well aware he could neither survive, nor wanted to, without Draco there.

Draco had pulled something from his pocket before taking all his clothes off and Harry realised what it was as Draco climbed onto the bed; it was a small jar of lubrication. Harry bit his lip in anticipation, feeling his incubus nature stirring restlessly as he tried to keep it under control.

"You have such intense eyes," Draco said, draping himself on the bed and languidly stroking his cock with one hand; "I can almost feel your gaze when you look at me."

Their relationship was hard to define, but there was no doubt in Harry's mind that Draco was fully committed as well, if nothing else he was always interested in sex as much as Harry was. Draco's cock was already proud and full in his hand and Harry had to tear his eyes away from it before he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. Talking was not high on his list of things to do, so he did not reply to Draco's observation.

"You make my skin prickle when you stare at me," Draco told him, lifting one of his legs and taking up a position on the bed that allowed Harry to see everything.

He so wanted to move forward and touch, to feel that warm flesh surround him as he pushed inside, but he dug his nails into his palms and stood his ground. Draco was his, no one else's and he needed to reaffirm that, but Draco had helped by removing any trace of another claim on him, and Draco was showing him everything. It allowed him to exert at least a modicum of control over himself.

Draco took the jar he had brought with him, not something they usually needed thanks to Harry unique anatomy, and opened it, dipping his fingers in and smiling as he did so. This show was for him, Harry knew it, and he could tell Draco had planned it all out in that blond Slytherin head of his.

These days Draco seemed to have a better idea of what went on in Harry's brain than he did, so he was not about to argue. As he watched Draco carefully spread himself and then ever so slowly push two fingers into his own body, Harry's breathing sped up considerably. With the amount of sex they were having he doubted Draco needed much preparation, but he knew that tight heat well and could almost feel how his lover would have slightly tightened at the first intrusion. No matter how under control Draco had himself, his muscles always clenched just a little at that first incursion inside.

"I can feel your need, Harry," Draco told him, breath catching slightly as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of himself; "it runs through me too; I've been feeling it all morning."

That was new; Harry was well aware that he could make Draco want him with his magic, had done that first night, but they hadn't been in close proximity since breakfast. The section of his brain that was still capable of logical thought realised this was significant, just like the way he had sensed Draco the previous day, and he filed away the information for another time.

When Draco pushed his fingers in deep and made a quiet little mewing sound, he knew exactly what spot Draco was touching and it wiped away most of his sensible thought. He couldn't stop it anymore and he let the incubus rise to the surface, feeling his body change and his need become an almost palpable thing.

"Merlin you're beautiful," Draco said, eyes roaming over him and gaze heavy, and Harry took that as permission to move.

He kept himself in check, just about, and walked over, climbing onto the bed with measured movements. Draco didn't stop what he was doing, lying there, moving his fingers in and out as Harry loomed over him. It literally made Harry growl low in his throat, a very possessive, appreciative sound, and only then did Draco carefully pull his fingers out, spreading his legs either side of Harry, very deliberately inviting him in. Leaning down, he nipped gently at Draco's lips, just to prove he was still in control, and then he hooked his hands under Draco's thighs and lifted them. It opened Draco to him completely and it took no effort at all to line up and slowly push inside.

Draco put his head back and let out the most wonderful needy sound that Harry had ever heard as Harry slid all the way home. They moved together so easily now, as if they had been lovers for years not weeks and, even with the incubus driving him, Harry cared as much about Draco's needs as he did his own. It meant something, he knew it did, and he could feel so many needs and desires and emotions running around inside him, but they refused to resolve into anything that made sense.

As he slowly pulled out and thrust their bodies together once again, he knew this was not just sex anymore, but he did not know what else to call it. It was almost more confusing than everything else that had been happening to him. His darker thoughts whispered of ownership and control and power, but those weren't his only ideas and he started up a careful rhythm as they flew around his mind.

Lunch was only an hour; they didn't have a lot of time for long drawn out sex, so Harry pushed aside his deeper ponderings and allowed the incubus free reign. His instincts knew what was good, what would make Draco pant and moan and buck underneath him, and the more Draco enjoyed it, the more he did. His magic could force Draco to come apart of course, but it was so much better when he didn't need it; when Draco's reactions were all natural.

"Tell me who you belong to," he whispered as Draco writhed under his touch.

Draco just moaned.

"Tell me," Harry demanded, stilling his hand for a moment where he was also stroking Draco's cock.

Draco's whine was completely desperate and Harry fisted his cock hard, making him gasp and try and twist away.

"I'm yours," Draco cried out as Harry thrust into him balls deep, "oh god, I'm yours."

Draco was so close to the edge that all it took was another couple of strokes of his cock and Draco was coming with a needy, shuddering moan and Harry drank in every facet of the moment. His own orgasm, triggered by the influx of sexual energy and magic, was secondary to what he felt coming from Draco and the way everything settled into being right again with Draco's declaration. He was sated and satisfied and he felt balanced again.