Harry's POV:

The second he stepped out of the Great Hall, he was practically attacked by Draco.

"Woah, woah, down boy," Harry said, laughing. Draco looked up at Harry excitedly, then seemed back to his senses, and stepped a few feet back, a cool smirk coming over his face.

"So, Ha- Potter," he quickly corrected. "When is that... 'alone time' happening?"

At those two words, Harry saw Andrei, who was standing behind him 'protectively,' flinch visibly, and smirked inwardly.

Hearing Draco's impatient sigh, he turned back to him, and smiled. "How about... ten o'clock, Room of Requirement?" He asked, slinging his arm around Draco's shoulders, and making him freeze up completely, and pulling him lightly down the hall, farther and farther away from Andrei. "... Without your bodyguards?"

Draco looked over at Harry in shock, then nodded enthusiastically, grinning widely.

"Okay!" he chirped, and strode off down the hall after a quick hug, glaring at Amdrei frostily when he tried to do the same thing.

Harry stared off after him, in complete shock.

"What was that?" Hermione asked as she came up beside him. "Has he ever been that friendly?"

Harry laughed and shrugged. "I don't know, I like it."

After staring at him like he had gone completely bonkers for a minute or two, she threw up her arms and sighed. "Do whatever you want, Harry." she called over her shoulder as she speed-walked away.

Harry laughed again and followed behind her, thinking about how interesting their 'alone time' would be.

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Draco's POV

Draco paced back and forth, bouncing up and down slightly.

"Can you sit down?" Andrei complained, sitting on Draco's king-sized bed, glaring at him. "Why are you so excited about Potter anyway? He's an arse."

Blaise, the other intruder, scoffed. "The only reason you feel like that is because you think he's encroaching on your- ahem- 'personal property,' Bishop."

Draco stopped pacing and turned to look incredulously at Andrei. "He- you said that?" Draco said, snorting. "First off, Bishop, I am no one's 'personal property,' second off, if I was to be anyone's, I would much rather be his than yours,-" Blaise snorted. "- and finally, why the fuck are you even here?"

"I'm your bodyguard." Andrei said stubbornly.

"You're a bloody Hufflepuff," Draco snorted. "And this is the dungeons, no place for a coward Hufflepuff."

"Or a perv who likes taking other people's boyfriends." Blaise added.

Draco stared at him for a few minutes.

"What, you're practically already dating!" Blaise said, holding his hands up in defense.

"Bl-Blaise, we're not dating, my father would never approve, you know that," Draco muttered, turning bright red.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Sure he would, sure he would. He was gay for Snape, you know. Before Moldy Voldie beat it out of him. I'm sure if you ask him, he'd be fine with it."

Draco grimaced. "That's disgusting, Blaise."

Blaise shrugged. "It's true."

"What time is it?" Draco asked, bouncing lightly up and down on his toes.

"Nine forty-five." Blaise said, casting a Tempus charm. "Better get-"

The door slammed behind Draco as he practically raced down the stairs.

("- going," Blaise finished lamely.)

Pacing outside the tapestry, Draco chanted I want to see Potter, I want to see Potter, I need to see Potter.

The second the door appeared, he opened it quickly and stepped inside.

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"Ha-Harry?" Draco called timidly, stepping in, ears twitching slightly at any small sound.

The first touch on his ears made him jump and turn around, losing his balance when he saw Harry standing behind him.

"Woah, woah," Harry said, catching Draco just in time.

"Harry, that scared me!" Draco whined, pouting cutely.

"Sorry about that, I wanted to surprise you." Harry grinned easily, hard to see thanks to the dim lighting.

"Oh," Draco said, his ears flattening back against his head.

"Hey there," Harry said, setting Draco back up again.

"H-Hi..." Draco said, looking at his feet.

"So... who's going to move first?" Harry asked, looking at him intensely.

Draco launched himself at Harry (consequently scaring the shit out of him), landing on the bed that had appeared just in time.

Clambering up his body, Draco straddled Harry's waist, grinning down at him.

"I will," he said mischievously. "Your move."

After staring incredulously up at him for a few seconds, Harry moaned and pulled Draco down, attacking his mouth and simultaneously grinding up against his hips.

Draco squeaked when their hips made contact, then melted into the kiss, knotting one of his hands into Harry's hair and grinding down harder.

Moving quickly while Draco wasn't paying attention, Harry undid the cat-boy's trousers and pushed them down along with his pants, then did the same to his.

"You," he panted in between fierce kisses and moans. "Are so, bloody, hot,"

With that, he reached his hand around and pressed down slightly right above the base of his tail.

Draco moaned loudly, shaking, and began licking anywhere he could reach, panting and purring quietly.

Harry stopped him and pushed him back. "Di-Did you just purr?"

Draco, seeming to come back to his senses, looked worriedly at Harry and nodded slightly.

"Holy shit," was all Harry said, before slipping one hand in between them and grabbing onto Draco's leaking erection, squeezing slightly, causing Draco to yowl, reach down, and do the same.

"My, ears," Draco panted. "My, ears, pleease," he whined.

Harry reached up with his free hand and massaged Draco's ears roughly.

"Oh, Merlin, that's gooood," Draco whined softly, flicking his tail back and forth wildly. "Oooh, Merlinnn,"

Harry took a second to look at the writhing cat-boy above him, smiling. How the hell did he get so lucky to have someone as beautiful, as hot as Draco above him like this? If this was his payment for the war, he'd happily fight another war. Well- maybe he would. Or he could just enjoy Draco's attention (and hopefully love, he admitted to himself) while he could, and before Andrei figured out how to woo him (Which was inevitable, if he knew Andrei.)

When he came back to his senses, he saw and heard Draco butting at his nose with his, purring.

Laughing, he resumed stroking and twisting his hand slightly at the top, and Draco was soon reduced to (yet again) a whimpering mess.

"Harry," he panted. "I- I'm close! Please, oh pleeeease..." Trailing off, he shook so violently that the bed shook along with him, and let out a loud moan that made Harry feel close to the edge himself.

Harry lay there, panting, trying not to come prematurely, when he felt a wet, wet mouth on his erection and gasp-screamed.

"Oh dear Merlin, Draco," Harry panted, close to bucking up, but barely restraining himself.

Feeling a pat on his hip, he looked down to see Draco nod in reluctant approval.

"A-Are you sure," he gasped, already beginning to buck his hips slightly.

"Mmm-hmm," Draco said, muffled.

Harry moaned again and thrust up lightly, sending himself farther into Draco's throat, feeling it envelop him like a glove. "Too," he said, thrusting up repeatedly- Draco lifted himself an inch off to allow it- "Too good, I'm- I'm"

"Mmm-hmmmm," Draco tried, and Harry came with a loud cry, pulsing down Draco's throat, panting roughly.

Draco sat back up after a few seconds. "That was... hot." he said, wiping his mouth.

Harry smiled up at him, but then saw his problem pulsing between his legs. "Close, are you?" he said, smirking, and pushed Draco back against the bed, who gasped and struggled slightly.

"Shhh," Harry said, putting a finger to Draco's lips. Draco immediately quieted and stopped struggling, staring up at Harry with wide, eerily silver eyes.

"Let me reciprocate," Harry said, winking.

Draco looked up at him in shock, and nodded excitedly.

Harry leaned down and closed his lips over the tip, sucking lightly.

That seemed to be just enough for Draco, because he yowled loudly, thrusted his hips up, and released down Harry's throat, pumping his hips wildly and purring.

Harry swallowed it all down, grimacing inwardly when the first burst hit his tongue. Bitter, he thought to himself, but stayed down there until Draco was finished with a last weak thrust.

Crawling up Draco's body, he reached over, and with a wave of his wand, they were safely under the covers, naked except for (cleaned) boxers, Draco wrapped warmly in his arms.

"'Night, Draco," he whispered, getting only a soft purr and a flick of the ears in return.

A/N Well. I finally finished this chapter. *blows confetti cannons*

This took forever. Whenever I would sit down to write it, I would either need to do chores (Pah! Who needs chores when you have the Internet?), work on homework (science lab report), or do God-knows-what that my mom felt like assigning to me.

Thank you for all the comments :D (and bothering to read my writing, I didn't expect to get even 100 views on this)

I am in an extremely happy mood, and I needed Draco fluff, so they cuddle up at the end :D

(And if any of you are wondering why the hell Draco isn't freaking out, don't worry. That comes next chapter :3)

Over and out

~Raven

(Dedicated to Totally_Not_Sirius . Here's the new chapter!)