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Historiens Titel: Sins on a Summerday (Oneshots)
Historiens Forfatter: Chibi
Historien er vist: 197 gange
Historien er rated: 18+ - For 18 år eller ældre
Frarådes alle under 18 år. Kan indeholde detaljerede voldsscener, vulgært sprog og detaljerede, seksuelle temaer.
Historien blev oprettet den: 22.05.2010
Historien indeholder: 4 kapitler
Kommentarer: 1
Nyeste kapitel blev tilføjet den: 22.05.2010 klokken 17:21

1. Kapitel: Intro
2. Kapitel: 7 Minutes In Hell
3. Kapitel: Favorite Worst Nightmare (sequel)
4. Kapitel: The Perfect Crime
Kapitlets Titel: Intro
Kapitlet blev tilføjet den: 22.05.2010 klokken 17:14
A/N:
Så er jeg tilbage - mere eller mindre, altså. Jeg var jo medforfatter på mig og Aieryn's julekalender, som nogen af jer måske har læst, men har ikke opdateret på nogle af mine ting i... well, det må snart være over et halvt år siden! Puha, shame on me.

Men for at gøre en kort historie lang, har jeg altså haft travlt med at læse fan fiction andre steder, da jeg nu hovedsageligt læser engelsk fan fiction - sorry, meddanskere, men jeg er gået lidt død i vores sporg xP Slash er altså bare i mange tilfælde bedre på engelsk, efter min smag.

Anyway, jeg har skrevet lidt på nogle andre ting - hovedsageligt slash (boyxboy) og femmeslash (girlxgirl) og de er alle på engelsk. Men da jeg føler at jeg skal have lagt noget ud, ryger alt mit stuff altså ud på DA nu! Jeg elsker jer stadig! xD <3

Så de her oneshots bliver altså på engelsk, og der kommer ikke nogle het-pairings (medmindre jeg pludselig er i humør til det - hvem ved? xD). Hvis du ikke bryder dig om det, så klik ud med det samme, for jeg gider ikke høre på folk der bitcher over at de er bøsser, og at det er skrevet på engelsk.

Når alt dette er sagt, skal det jo også lige siges, at jeg elsker kommentarer!
And now:
Let's make hot gaysex occur!

Der vil være warnings, summaries og andet info i hvert enkelt oneshot :D

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Kapitlets Titel: 7 Minutes In Hell
Kapitlet blev tilføjet den: 22.05.2010 klokken 17:17
TITLE: 7 Minutes in Hell

PAIRING: DracoxHarry

WARNINGS: Childish (or not-so-childish) games, boyxboy, PWP

DISCLAIMERS: I don't own the guys, the universe or the game. I only own the computer this was written on. Oh, I barely do. My father bought it for me ages ago -.- So, all summed up: I own nothing, I just give it all away! To you! :D

SUMMARY: Whilst at a hyped-up party, a small group of students get bored. Now they all get 7 Minutes to do exactly what they want to do to the partner the other students pick out for them. And Draco has wanted to do something to Harry for a very long time.

A/N: So, this is what comes out of me having too many silly ideas. But who could ever resist putting those guys together in a closet? :b Anyway! I wanna thank my awesome beta, Discombulated person (Note: Discumbulated person is the coolest beta ever! xD) and my pre-beta, Supreme Mugwump :D
And of course I wish you will all enjoy this, and please tell me if you do! (Hint: You just click on the button in the bottom that says "review"!) … Mkay, that was a lot of meaningless talking! Thanks for reading!

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When they said there was a party being throw in the room of requirements, Harry had seriously thought they meant a party, and not just "a random gathering of people at night in which twelve gallons of butter-beer would be consumed".

Harry, Ron and Hermione, along with a bunch of other Gryffindor sixth-years, had arrived to the room of requirements at eight. At nine, each of them had had at least five butter-beers and the first bottle of fire-whiskey had been opened. The scratchy, wicked riffs of The Weird Sister's lead guitarist, Kirley McCormack, were crackling in the background of the voices of the twenty, odd people who were gathered, although no one was dancing. Harry thought to himself that lame didn't even cover how much this party sucked. There weren't even any hot girls, as he imagined there would be – there weren't even any fairly pretty (and easy) girls he could get it off with. And if Hermione hadn't been busy sucking on Zacharias Smith's face, he would've asked Ron and her to get the hell out of there.

The oddest thing was that not even Ginny, who was known to be an enthusiastic party-freak, and her new golden boy weren't doing anything, but hanging out with Luna Lovegood in the far corner of the room. Now: if Ginny wasn't dead-hammered and freaking out, people were definitely not in any mood to party right now and wouldn't be later. And Harry considered himself as a part of the people.

Dean Thomas approached him accompanied by his better half, Seamus Finnegan, and a half-emptied bottle of fire-whiskey. They were looking drunker than Harry had ever seen them before, yelling some incoherent non-sense at him as they got closer. Harry was shaking his head at them, hoping to be able to avoid them – unfortunately he wasn't.

"Oi, Harry! You gotta taste this!" Seamus exclaimed happily, grinning as he attempted to hand Harry the almost-finished bottle in his hand. Harry wondered how many bottles Seamus and Dean had already emptied before this one, and looked at them with the slightest hint of concern in his glance.

"Hey guys," Harry said a bit awkwardly, sipping at his beer. "But, eh, no thanks. Maybe some other time."

Seamus rolled his eyes at the dark-haired boy and took a swig, coughing as he laughed.

"You're so boring Harry! You have nooo idea of what you're missing out on! This stuff really burns!" Dean pulled the bottle out of his friends hand as Harry nodded indulgently at them.

"Yeah, that's what I'd feared," he said when the two other boys began giggling frantically and shaking their heads (and the rest of their bodies) at him. Harry pulled away, judging they were simply too drunk to notice when Harry drew backwards, away from the crowds that slowly was gathering again near the dance-floor. He watched them for some time, and admitted to himself that he preferred to stay in the shadows. And, he discovered not much later, he obviously wasn't the only one.

"Hey, watch it, Scarface!" Someone snarled behind him as he bumped into another body. No, not a body; he'd bumped into Draco Malfoy. Of all the people he could've chosen to stumble into, it had to be Malfoy.

Harry turned around to face the blonde boy, opening his mouth as he thought of a proper answer to give his enemy. And then, just when he was about to give Malfoy his mocking reply, it occurred to him how long it was since he'd seen the other boy on a closer hand. And Harry concluded secretly that he certainly hadn't gotten any uglier.

'It's definitely the butter-beer thinking now,' he decided, realizing he hadn't said anything just when Malfoy spoke to him again. Draco's face was twisted into a dissatisfied and mocking grimace.

"What are you staring at, Potter? Found something good to look at?" He asked sourly, making a smug face at Harry. Harry had no idea of why he began to flush by this comment and he knew he shouldn't have.

"What are you doing here?" He finally found power in his voice to ask, still a little flustered. Draco snorted at him and crossed his arms.

"What, you don't think I have a social-life, Potter? This is a party, in case you were too mind-numbingly stupid to notice!"

Harry pressed his lips together and sent the blonde a cold glance through his dark lashes.

"I'll change my question then: Why would you attempt a party without speaking or interacting with anyone? I wouldn't exactly call that socializing!"

Draco looked at him with newfound fury, and sent him a piercing look with his cold, grey eyes, clenching his teeth and clutching his fists into hard balls. However, before he could get to answer Harry, Ron interrupted their fight, stopped to look at them for a brief moment before he spoke, obviously doubting whether this was a good or a bad time.

Apparently, he concluded that it wasn't all too bad.

"Ey, Harry, a bunch of us are gonna play Spin the Bottle over here, you wanna join?" Ron looked hopefully at him, a little slurry though, and Harry just replied with a shrug. He thought that at least he could get Malfoy off his back, and anything was better than ending up duelling with the blonde while they were both drunk. Much to his irritation though, Malfoy followed him and Ron as they walked towards the small group that was gathering in a circle in the middle of the dance-floor. A few metres away, a large closet had appeared. Harry creased his eyebrows, but didn't ask any questions of its origin or purpose... yet.

Draco scowled behind him, still with his arms crossed. Harry had always wondered how that boy could manage to look so bitchy all the time.

"So, who's in the closet?" He asked sarcastically, receiving another icy glance from Harry as he turned around. Harry almost spat his words out.

"I thought you were gonna ditch this place?"

Draco smirked, coming up with a challenging attitude towards Harry who didn't like the way Draco seemed to know more about this than he did.

"Not if someone's getting out of the... that... closet," he said, joining the circle with no further words, taking a seat besides Blaise Zabini. Ron pulled Harry down in the other end, joining some Hufflepuffs who all looked way too innocent to even be present at this party. Harry noticed that Hermione and Zacharias Smith had mysteriously vanished from the room – and Harry, less than the rest of the crowd, probably, didn't want to know where they were going, and what they were going to do.

Some brown-haired Rawenclaw-girl had found a bottle and placed it the middle of the circle. She was smiling evilly – a smile that gave Harry a disturbing feeling. He needed more alcohol. Luckily, someone had abandoned their butter-beer close to him. He emptied it in one slug, looking at the brown-haired girl whom he recalled having called Margaret before.

"Okay," she said, gaining the group's attention as she fiddled with the bottle. "These are the rules: Someone spins the bottle, and the person whom it points at, has to go into the closet with someone. The one, who spun the bottle, now chooses who shall accompany the one it pointed at. Whoever he or she chooses has seven minutes to do whatever he or she wants to do to the first person. And there are no exceptions and no chickening-out. If you're chosen, you're not allowed to resist in any way. Are you with me?"

Everybody nodded, and Harry saw how the reactions were very different; some looked smug – mostly the boys – while others looked terrified. Some were glaring nervously around the group to see whom he or she could be trapped in a closet with. Harry was just feeling very numb, and was now very unsure about having agreed to participate in this game. However, he couldn't possibly back out now – he'd completely lose his good reputation and no one would ever respect him again. And he was even the boy who lived!

Harry doubted very much whether he was ever going to live through this though. What was he supposed to do? Rape some girl? This was... sick! Sick and wrong and completely and utterly immature.

He looked around the circle, trying to find someone he'd actually tried to score if it hadn't been on others compromises. Padma and Pavarti were pretty good-looking, and there really wasn't anything wrong with those blond, elder girls in the far end of the circle, who all were dressed shamelessly revealing. At some point, Harry had fastened his glance at Draco, and suddenly he noticed that Draco was blushing brightly. Harry looked away quickly, hoped that the blonde had not taken account on his weird glance. Sick. That was what this was.

Margaret and her friend had already decided who to spin the bottle. The first couple had been picked out; Padma was going in the closet with Ernie MacMillian, and he looked very satisfied. Harry reached out for another beer; he hoped that with the right amount of alcohol, he'd no longer feel sad for Padma, and stop acting like a virginal loser. And during the seven minutes, which Padma actually seemed to be enjoying very much, he ended up drinking three and a half beers. Harry could feel that it was getting much, much harder to concentrate. He looked around the circle again; it was Padma's turn to spin the bottle.

It ended at Ron, who widened his eyes, more than a slight hint of fear. He'd been laughing greatly when Padma had been chosen. She was now attempting to avenge herself.

"Lavender," she said, smirking widely and evilly, glancing at Ron with pure coolness.

"Why don't you go having your Seven minutes in heaven with Ron? You really deserve them."

Lavender, dead-hammered and way too willingly, got up and stumbled towards the closet, reaching down for Ron's hand as she dragged him up. He looked mortified, but Harry could see that a bulge was already forming in his pants. This was going to get really, really ugly, he thought – and Ron was going to enjoy it all too much. Much more than Lavender and Padma would probably like him to.

They all waited for Lavender to get started; first they only kissed, and as everyone'd expected, Ron was far from reluctant towards her. Then she zipped down his pants – which were dumped shortly after, and everybody grinned. Harry figured this was like listening to Dudley watching porn-videos – the eerie fact was just that Ron was his friend, and that he'd had no intentions to hear him get sucked off ever in his life. Oh, how nightmares seems to always come true before the dreams.

Ron was supporting himself against the inner walls of the closet, and they were beginning to make an awful lot of noise in there. But just when Ron was closest to his climax – as they could all hear very vividly – seven minutes had passed. They'd definitely spend too much time on foreplay. Ron put his pants on again and buckled his belt. When the doors were opened and the two of them exited, Lavender was wearing a thick, satisfied grin and Ron's cock was throbbing against his jeans. Most of the participating students giggled, some of them laughing directly at him. His best friend was flustered and didn't look him in the eyes – mainly because Harry was avoiding his.

"Okay, guys," Lavender said, as the held the bottle in her hands (no one really wanted to think were they'd been only minutes ago). "I thought this was getting a little too boring. So I think I'm gonna spice it up a little!"

She placed the bottle on the floor again, and began to spin it. Her words did not sound good to Harry. Not good at all. And then, to his great horror, he realized that the bottle had stopped at him. He didn't flush now; he just turned pale. Holy crap. He was so dead.

Lavender smiled with pure evilness, the kind of cruelty that only girls can contain. She cocked her eyebrow.

"Oh, Harry. How interesting. Well... this is almost too good to be true. How hard it is to resist this temptation... Oh well, you're probably gonna like it." Lavender turned her head around, looking into a certain pair of clear, grey ones. Oh no. No fucking way in hell, no!

"Draco," she said over-sweetly, smirking widely. "Why don't you go to heaven for seven minutes with Harry?"

At this point, Harry had tried to convince himself it was all a dream. A bad one, but nevertheless, just a dream. How could anyone... this was... this was not just sick. This was cruel! And terrifying, regardless. How could he ever – just the mere image of Draco and him... no!

Draco and Harry looked into each other's eyes, and whilst Harry's expressed fear and disbelief, Draco looked way too self-satisfied and way, way too confident. His lips curved into a smirk.

"Get your wings and your halo, Scarface, we've just been picked by God." And then Draco got up and walked ever-so-gracefully towards the dark-woodened closet, jerking his head in Harry's direction. He made a smug face.

"You coming, Harry? Oh, but you will be."

This caused an explosion of laughter within the audience as Harry nervously got on his feet, partly supported by Ron, who didn't seem sure of whether he should laugh with the rest of the group, or cry with – or at least on behalf of – Harry.

As he spent the last seconds in his life as a straight guy, Harry watched Draco's body, concluding that this was probably not going to be as bad as he thought. He'd tried to convince himself earlier that he'd never fantasized about having that pale, lean body rubbed against him, feeling the flexed and hard muscles of his chest, tasting the sweetness of his mouth and –

No! He hadn't. And he shouldn't be thinking like this now. He should be thinking repulsing, disgusting thoughts that could pull his mind away from these filthy fantasies that was making his cock rise to attention. Harry looked at the room for the last time before he stepped into the darkness of the closet, Draco painfully close to him. He could feel the other boy's eyes at him, as two sets of cold hands pulled his shirt off. Draco's long, talented fingers stroke the muscles of his chest, as he pulled Harry into a kiss filled with too much energy and passion. Harry tried to ignore that his body liked this. He tried to ignore the fact that his entire self was begging, no aching, to kiss the blonde back.

"You're gonna like this," Draco whispered against the hollow of his neck, leading Harry's hands towards his crotch, letting him feel how rock-hard he was beneath the prison of his tight, black jeans.

'I already like this far too much,' Harry thought, experiencing how his fingers began to open Draco's pants, grasping his hardened member between his trembling hands. Draco chuckled slightly and moved his fingers away, kissing Harry again, sneaking his tongue in between the dark-haired boy's lips, tasting the warmth temptation of Harry's mouth. And then Draco mercilessly rubbed himself against Harry, causing him to moan of the pleasure that the friction between their bodies made. It felt too good. He needed more – maybe he even wanted more – and he needed it now.

Draco unzipped the other boy's pants quickly and unbuckled his belt, exposing his throbbing erection to the heated darkness. He could hear Draco sighing as he got down on his knees, kissing the tip of Harry's cock softly before taking it in cautiously and causing Harry to moan reluctantly by the overwhelming heat of Draco's mouth. This was cruel. How could he control his body when Draco was doing this to him?

Draco slowly, teasingly, moved his way up Harry's length, curving his tongue around the shaft, taunting the tender skin with the tip of his tongue as he sucked greedily on it. He nibbled the skin at times and increased the level of tightness when he reached the tip, causing shivers of pure, unspoiled pleasure to run up Harry's spine as he sighed, trying not to groan loudly as Draco mercilessly began to mouth-fuck him. Harry couldn't think clearly anymore and was losing control completely. He was thrusting into Draco's mouth and the other boy didn't even mind. He completed a steady rhythm, moving his hands up Harry's length to reach for his balls, playing with the soft skin tauntingly as Harry could feel himself being pushed towards the edge unwillingly.

No, he thought dimly, this was definitely willingly. Harry couldn't recall having had better sex in his entire life.

He'd bit his lip hard not to moan, and had more or less succeeded, but when Draco pressed on his member firmly, pressing his own lips together hard, Harry came without a warning and almost screamed because of the pleasure that hit him like a wave, sending shivers through his body, from head to toe, top to bottom.

In this very moment, they realized that people were laughing, although more nervously this time. Margaret made it clear that time was up, giggling madly as Harry dragged up his pants and underwear, trembling wilder than he'd ever done before. Draco leaned in and embraced Harry, kissing him for the last time before the doors opened. Harry could feel that Draco was painfully erect himself and realized how he actually desired very badly – too badly – to finish Draco off. He never got to do so, however, as he was forced into the circle again, obligated to spin the bottle.

But Harry didn't need vengeance, he thought, as he admitted to himself just how much he'd enjoyed having his enemy sucking on him like that. And Harry could now not decide whether the time in the closet had been seven minutes in heaven... or hell.

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Kapitlets Titel: Favorite Worst Nightmare (sequel)
Kapitlet blev tilføjet den: 22.05.2010 klokken 17:19
A/N: Inspired by "D is for Dangerous" by Arctic Monkeys. Lovely band, you should really try to listen to their music!

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It took Draco some time to get rid of the extreme sensations that raged within his body, and he also had to resist the urge to randomly break into a dance of victory, as he sat down in the small circle again, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing hard-on that was still pressing against his jeans.

He'd fucked Harry Potter! And the golden boy had liked it! He'd practically begged him to do it! Oh well, maybe he hadn't fucked him as much as let him fuck his mouth. But it was much the same, wasn't it? Just the glory of being able to touch that sexy, dark-haired brat was a privilege beyond what he'd ever dreamed of, he thought, smiling rather smugly at his enemy – because they still were enemies, right? He thought that Harry, whatever he was to him, looked quite nervous. Actually, now that he thought of it, Harry looked right out paralyzed. Perhaps he hadn't known that boys could have such a good time together? Perhaps he hadn't known he was into guys at all. In that case, Draco seemed to have opened new doors to him. And behind those doors, with a great smile on his face, Draco himself would stand with his arms wide open to introduce Harry to the wonders of this world. He was ready to receive everything Harry would – and could –give him, and was more than ready to give Harry everything he deserved himself. He looked briefly at the other boy again; ah, how could he still look this good – somewhat calm, even – when he'd just been fucked in the way he had in that bloody closet?, Draco wondered, not really able to get mad at Harry. He hadn't realized that he was gazing obviously at Harry, who'd been busy turning the bottle and sending another dreading couple into the darkness and mysterious depths of the closet. Draco almost fell backwards from his sitting position when Harry laid his eyes on him and returned his curious gaze. His green, breathtaking eyes were burning with something Draco could so easily recognize: pure, raw, almost animalistic lust.

Flirtatiously, he winked at Harry and smiled encouraging and seductively, a suggestive edge to the way he cocked his eyebrows. Harry flushed into a deep shade of red, and Draco thought with an inward sigh that he looked remarkably cute tonight. Not that he didn't always look cute – but tonight... tonight, he was irresistible.

The thing about Potter was probably that he just seemed so goddamn innocent, but that Draco just couldn't imagine that no one had ever urged to have that marvelous, stunning body before. How could you not have ever desired to just touch him, stroke his gorgeous chest with those strong muscles, tousle that wonderful, pitch-black, messy mane of hair and kiss those plumb, pink lips?

It was so strange to Draco that no one seemed to dream of Harry. He did, that was for sure. And he hoped that tonight, some of his many dreams would come true – his endless fantasies and day-dreaming finally becoming real. Oh well, at least some of them. He wouldn't want to push Harry too far if he was really that virginal. The other boy shot him one long, lustful glance and licked his lips attentively. He wanted Draco just as bad as Draco wanted him, didn't he? Oh god, how was it even possible to be that sexy, Draco thought, fighting yet another raging hard-on. However, it seemed that no one in the group were noticing this anymore – the couple that had just been locked up had got to be the most enthusiastic one this evening. Draco of course knew that Harry had been just as enthusiastic as well, he just hadn't been it intentionally – hell, he'd probably not even been aware before it had been too late.

'But he will be,' Draco thought. 'When I get that arse in range, he'll be more willingly than he can ever dream of being. Slut.'

There was only one problem left, being that they were more or less unable to even leave the bloody party. They couldn't just walk out of it – no, people were more than likely to notice that, at least, and they'd probably wonder when the two arch-enemies had suddenly become so freaking fond of each other. It wasn't like they'd expressed exactly how much they'd liked to be locked up together. And Draco was very sure that neither of them would be very fond of the attention it'd bring them if they just got up and started running. Actually, they were more likely to just start dry-humping each other at the spot, which only gave them more reason to find a more... eh... private location to get things stirred up. Besides, Draco wanted them to be able to let go of all restraints – to go wild like the animals they truly could be together.

It seemed like Harry was doing some of the same thinking – he kept staring at the door with puzzlement, probably wondering if he could use the accio-spell to get his invisibility-cloak. Well, that would still leave Draco with yet another problem, wouldn't it? Oh god, just the thought of being so close to Harry, hidden from the other again, made his cock ache painfully much. Why the hell had he decided to wear such tight jeans tonight anyway? The mere feeling of the fabric against his pulsing cock made him wince and want to scream in anticipation. He had to get out of here. Now. Before he ended up coming with just the thought of having Harry by himself... naked... willing... horny... screaming for him to just fuck him.

'You'll have to change your strategy, Mr. Malfoy, or this will end up in a quite embarrassing way,' he thought, biting his lip hard and glaring edgily around the crowd. Could he somehow bewitch the bottle to turn his way, and then get seven more minutes with Harry? Draco shook his head mentally; no, they'd definitely need far more than seven minutes in the way his body was reacting to just the thought. And Harry seemed just as excited as he was. God-fucking-dammit he needed to plunge his dick into something right now! Why could time not freeze and let him get out of here? Why, oh, why?

The couple stumbled out of the closet, both looking messy and, well, freshly fucked. Their breathings were heavy, and they almost couldn't manage to get the air properly into their lungs. They even smelled of sex, which made Draco even hornier. He hadn't deserved this, had he? Had he been that bad a person? He'd never killed anyone! And truly, only a murderer deserved a punishment like this. A murderer could just rape someone. Draco had to wait. He hated waiting. Especially when what he wanted was so close to him.

He caught Harry's eyes, and mimicked three simple words:

"Need. You. Now." He almost growled with frustration when the girl giggled and toyed with the bottle. He wanted so much to just end this idiotic game. He wanted Harry, and that crowd was the only thing standing between Draco and his enemy's gorgeous arse. Could anyone beside him see the significance of this problem? He could feel very clearly how he was seeing the world through sex-goggles right now.

And then, suddenly, Harry got up, glaring confusedly at the crowd before stuttering a bit. Then he gathered his voice and flushed. Everybody was directing their glances at his stiffened cock, which was pushing visibly against his jeans. Harry cleared his voice and tried to speak firmly, looking at Draco the entire time.

"I'll just go to the bathroom," he said, sounding very non-Harry. Lust. His voice was hoarse with desire. When everybody turned at the new couple, Harry smirked at Draco and mimicked five new words, sending another wave of lust through the blonde.

"Then. Come. And. Get. Me."

When Harry had left, Draco was up before anyone could get to react. He'd left the room before you could count to ten, and was panting although he was quite fit. He searched the corridor for any signs of Harry, but was unable to determine where he'd gone to. Had he really went to the bathroom? Was that some sort of kink he had, Draco wondered.

He decided to lean against the wall for a few seconds and gather his breath. Then he walked towards the first empty classroom he could find, hoping to find his long-wanted reward in there. He was disappointed to find it empty, and angrily slammed his fist into the table, letting out a loud, growling sound before feeling a familiar, hot breath in his neck and inhaling the most alluring scent he knew.

"Potter!" He almost screamed, being turned around and leaned into a warm embrace. "You fucking bastard! Where've you been? Pissing?"

Harry chucked breathlessly and pulled Draco into a long, yearning kiss. He took his time to explore the blonde's mouth and tease him just the way the other boy had teased him in the closet. Draco thought he was going to explode with the strong sensations Harry was filling him with.

"Mm, I want my sweet revenge," he murmured in a raspy voice, kissing Draco's neck softly, leaving small love-bites to mark his enemy. Draco winced and twisted in his arms, and didn't even do an effort to control his breath anymore. Their cocks were rubbed against each other, and Draco was grinding his hips against Harry, begging for attention to his lower parts.

"Fuck you," he panted, claiming Harry's lips again, beginning to undress him clumsily. He didn't even know how to move his hands, but just searched for whatever might feel like buttons, ties and belts. Just to challenge Harry, he began rubbing his cock through the fabric of jeans, feeling how they were already becoming visibly wet with the moisture of his pre-cum.

"No, I am gonna fuck you," Harry corrected him, almost ripping Draco's shirt off, suddenly kissing him with much more force than the other boy had expected. He let out a surprised moan, and bit his lip hard in an attempt to control himself. He pressed his eyelids together, and focused on the tiny spots of light that was dancing in the darkness. Harry took in his lobe and nuzzled it in a teasing manner.

"As I said, this is my revenge. This is my seven minutes."

Draco snorted, but couldn't really make it sound right, as he was now groaning from the intense pleasure that Harry was causing him. He'd begun to stroke his chest, taking his nipples in his mouth before curling his tongue around them. Draco wanted to say something, wanted to make him stop and just let him fuck him, but couldn't get a single syllable out properly anymore.

Harry smiled smugly and kissed his belly, placing his hands at Draco's hips, kissing the tip of his cock lightly.

"I knew you wouldn't mind," he added, taking Draco in slowly, toying with the tip of his cock, making him wait just longer. Draco growled again, but this sounded more like some sort of whining. He leaned back against the table behind him, his legs going weak, his body not able to stand up by itself any longer.

"Potter... fuck... I'm... gonna... come... if ... you don't... get... your bloody... act... together!" He managed to get out, as Harry took him in more entirely, sucking eagerly on him in a reckless manner. And although there was no specific rhythm, Draco was still having a hard time not just screaming out his – lover's? Enemy's? – name and coming hard. Harry grinned.

"Everything in time, Draco, I just thought you wanted to know how it feels to be screwed like this," he commented between his attempts to practically mouth-fuck the blonde. Draco had noticed, and was pleased to hear, that Harry was using his first-name. Something he wasn't sure he'd be able to do. For now.

Draco snarled at Harry and did something he'd always wanted to – he reached out and grabbed that black, messy mane, pulling his head closer, and in the same time forcing him to slow down the pace. Jesus Christ, if this continued, he wouldn't be able to fuck Harry in the way he'd intended to.

"If only you would let me screw you!" Draco said bitterly, waves of pleasure weakening him visibly. His uneven breath was getting faster, and at some point, he'd stopped breathing for several seconds. Harry chuckled and got up to kiss Draco again. The way that the alcohol, pre-cum and Harry's breath were mingled together made Draco feel slightly dizzy. He pulled Harry's hair and groaned. He could still feel Harry's cock pressing forcefully against his crotch.

"You think that you're gonna fuck me?" Harry asked in a light, breathless voice. Draco shrugged, and looked into those green eyes; they had a playful shade that he didn't really know if he cared much for. He just really, really wanted to have sex. Why did Harry have to torture him in this way?

"Well, I thought that was... obvious," he said, sinking a lump, surprised that he could even get the words out in the way his body seemed to have lost all power. Harry kissed him again, continuing down his neck, licking and nibbling and sucking as it pleased him. Draco couldn't make himself tell the boy to stop right now. Just the feeling of Harry's soft lips against his body seemed to over-power him entirely. The room was spinning, and Harry was taking in his cock again, drawing his tongue up the hardened shaft in spirals. He moved his hands down Draco's bum and felt it with a sigh. Then he smiled.

"No, I think I'll want to take care of that one myself," he concluded, getting up to kiss Draco again. "Don't you agree?"

Draco groaned impatiently, grinding his hips against Harry. His cock was still aching for attention, and Harry hadn't finished him off yet. Again, Draco found himself wondering what he'd done to deserve this kind of torturing. When this was over, he'd start being a good person. And probably try and get it on with Harry again. God, his body was godlike. It was overwhelming.

Harry kissed his cheek, his forehead, his lips – it seemed like every inch of his burning skin had been touched by Harry's lip, gently, roughly or just briefly. But that was not all he wanted.

"Please, Harry, just shag me. Now!" He added in an ordering manner. He'd been used to getting what he wanted – but Harry just seemed to love the way he was keeping him in the dark. Oh yes, he was truly in a dark place.

Harry sighed overdramatically and kissed Draco, before turning him around cautiously and grinning at him while taking his arse in view.

"Are you sure you can handle me?" He teased, kissing the back of his neck quickly before reaching for his wand and doing a lubrication-spell on himself and a preparation one for Draco, who snarled warningly. The warmth only reminded him of what was coming.

"Stop boasting and start fucking, all-right?" He asked, arching his back and reaching out to get Harry closer. The other boy nodded with a smug smile on his swollen lips. He leaned in and nibbled Draco's earlobe playfully.

"If that's what you want, that's what you'll get," he whispered, pressing his throbbing member against Draco's entrance. The other boy winched and gasped in anticipation. "After all, you always get what you want, don't you, you spoiled little brat?"

Draco's hissing noise was ruined by a loud, surprised groan when Harry pushed into him, cautiously at first. But Draco seemed used to this – and he wasn't even sure that he was surprised by this. He drew himself out before plunging in again, making his thrusts harder and harder for each time, not even concentrating on putting force into them. He'd waited for this in what seemed like years.

Draco was moaning and twisting at his moves, and for every time Harry slammed into him, his cock twitched. He'd almost forgot how hard – not to mention close – he'd been himself, but in the moment he remembered, he reached out for his rock-hard member and started pumping it in the same rhythm Harry was producing. He clenched his teeth as Harry entangled his fingers with the blonde's and joined in on his frantic touches. When Harry raised the pace, Draco allowed himself to let out a groan, and wasn't sure whether it was of pain or pleasure. Harry was slamming into him forcefully, and had left out all restraints when he lost control over his body. His head was spinning, his body was shaking and his movements had become reckless and uncontrolled. He couldn't count the sensations that went through his body every time he thrust hard into Draco, and was forgetting to bite his lip. He was screaming Draco's name out loud, and could feel the other boy approaching his climax as he came closer and closer to the edge himself. The next few thrusts were almost painful, as his entire body was aching to just come, his cock pulsating madly. Unintentionally, he pushed himself into Draco with more force than ever, slamming their bodies against the table as he'd squeezed Draco's cock , making him come all over their entwined hands. The blonde arched his back and moaned out Harry's name in an almost screaming manner, as Harry felt himself being emptied inside the other boy. He was overwhelmed by the intense wave of pleasure, and lost his breath and mind completely as he stumbled forwards, leaning in over Draco, who was kneeling on the floor.

"Holy f-fuck," Draco panted, clenching his fists hard as he tried to comprehend the sensations that were filling his body. Harry's naked body was sprawled over his, and he wasn't sure that his lover was even conscious. It wouldn't surprise him if he'd fainted.

However, Harry soon gathered enough strength in his body to sit down on the floor, leaning against the table for support. He was blinking, absorbed in thought, before he turned at Draco.

"You're bloody amazing," he said, breathless and worn out. And although he was sitting on a cold stone-floor, he also felt amazing. "You're..."

"Fan-fuckting-tastic and, what's more, so incredibly sexy that it shouldn't even be fucking legal," Draco ended his sentence, smiling wryly, glowing with awe. He'd had sex with Harry. Harry had been inside him; Harry had kissed him and touched him and shown his affection for him in every goddamn visible way he could. He was in heaven.

"But you know what?" Draco asked, kissing Harry softly just inches from his lips – on purpose. He smiled. "This is fucking unfair."

"It is?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Draco nodded, trying very hard to be serious.

"Yes. If I'd had this long, I would've done way better in there. I want more than seven minutes to return the favour. I want another shot!" Draco said in a complaining voice. Harry chuckled and pulled Draco into another kiss before replying:

"I would've given you that anyway."

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Kapitlets Titel: The Perfect Crime
Kapitlet blev tilføjet den: 22.05.2010 klokken 17:21
Title: The perfect crime

Pairing: HarryxDraco

Warnings: Slash (boyxboy), alcohol, slightly bad language, drinking games and... sex. Seriously, what's up with this game-kink of mine? It's probably not healthy. I'm probably not well in my head! xD I should go see a doctor or something before I end up scaring people! :D

Disclaimers: JK doesn't have an obsession with HPDM, and that's a pretty good way to tell that I am NOT her.

Summary: Harry and Draco are, by accident, locked into the room of requirement when Draco tries to hide a box of unknown origin in there. Equipped with an old bottle of firewhiskey (or three) they proceed to entertain themselves as they wait for someone to find them.

A/N: You always get the best ideas when you're showering, right? Or is that just me? I made up the title while listening to I wanna by The All-American Rejectrs (great band, just for the record) but the one-shot itself isn't inspired by anything. Just popped right out of my head and into the screen! :D Much thanks and love to my beta-reader, Discombobulatedperson, who managed to understand this in spite of the random notes I'd written in the end xD

Reviews are loved! But well, you all know I adore you!


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He'd been following Malfoy the whole day, covering him like his shadow, watching his every move. He knew Draco had been talking about some "forbidden goods" that he'dstolen from his father, and that he was planning on hiding them until he'd have time to use it. Harry, determined to finally catch Malfoy in the act of his dodgy activities and see him get punished – as he deserved – had taken this very serious. A little too serious according to some of his friends, but Harry didn't mind the dirty looks and the curious comments. Actually, he didn't mind anything as long as he could bring his enemy to justice.

"Harry, where're you going now?" Ron asked, as he got up in the evening, having sat and glared at the Marauder's map for the entire evening. Harry looked around the common room quickly, and turned at Ron.

"He's heading towards the seventh floor," he whispered, nodding towards the map. Ron looked dumfounded at him.

"What? Who? Where?" Harry rolled his eyes at his idiotic friend, and turned around to get up and get his invisibility-cloak from the dorms. Ron didn't try to stop him.

"I don't hope you're going after Malfoy again," he said in a warning tone. Harry ignored him completely. "For all you know, he could be setting you up to get you in trouble."

But Ron was used to being ignored; frankly, Harry tried not to give a shit when his mates went on him like this. Wasn't it his own bloody problem if he got in trouble for this? Had they never heard of – oh, what was the term he was looking for? – free will?

When he returned from the dorms and back to the common room, Ron was glaring darkly at him, accusation visible in his eyes. He had his arms crossed like a child – correction: like the child he indeed was.

"You know, if you get busted, it's Mione and I who're going to listen to your constant whining every time you have detention, you are aware of that, right?"

Harry shrugged and smiled wryly at his friend, fetching the map before he went off of the portrait hole.

"Then it's good for you that I've got this, eh?" he asked back, covering himself with the cloak as he went out. He was grateful that neither Ron nor the Fat Lady was much of a snitch.


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The halls were, naturally, empty, and Harry couldn't help but finding a sick pleasure in walking them alone, at this time of the night. He always had found the thrill of breaking the rules exciting, but it definitely was something else when it was nighttime.

He turned left to find the goblin of Banabas the Barmy, knowing that Malfoy should be around here soon. He was right in the end of the other hallway leading to this place, and Harry was just waiting for him to open the room of requirement. He wondered what these "forbidden goods" could be. Knowing Malfoy, it was probably something dark, meaningless or valuable. But forbidden? He couldn't imagine what Malfoy would risk his beloved reputation withthe teachers for. Maybe another evil conspiracy from his father's side? Harry doubted this was the case. Malfoy had to be more intelligent than telling half the school about it.

He could hear steps now, and knew that it was time. He knew he shouldn't be, but he actually felt excited about this. He only just wondered how to get Malfoy without being exposed himself. Maybe he'd just see what Malfoy was hiding, and where he was hiding it, and then return to the room tomorrow to find it and turn in Malfoy. However, he still had to explain how he knew it was Malfoy in the first place. Damn. Tricky one.

"I need to hide something secret," Malfoy whispered to the wall, and as they'd both expected, a door began to appear out of nowhere around the spot he'd talked to. Malfoy scanned the corridor for the last time, although he of course couldn't see Harry, and seemed to be more or less satisfied. He entered the room, and soon Harry followed, as silent as possible.

He was carrying something in a box. It seemed fairly innocent, but of course, Harry didn't know what was in the box. He'd have to open it to find out, which was bad. If the professors found out, they could be suspecting even him for putting the forbidden goods in this place. And he certainly didn't want to be punished for a crime he hadn't committed. He knew he'd already get in trouble if he gave them the honest version of this story; that he, for the second week in a row, had been stalking Malfoy around the castle to find out how to get him in trouble. It was a cheap shot – but since Harry had overhead the other boy bragging on the train, he hadn't been able to help himself against finding out what the matter was about. Honestly, could it be something real bad? Harry wondered, as he followed Malfoy in the dark, into the depths of this mythic room.

Malfoy chose a spot underneath a table, and to remember where he'd put his beloved box, he found an old notebook and tore off a blank page to write on with a dancing feather that long time ago had lost its powers.

He waited for Malfoy to stick around, or maybe even expose himself in some other way. Maybe he'd drop something in here – if only Harry could get to feel in his pockets or something,find anything that could leave a clue his enemy had been lurking around in this room. But, unfortunately, Malfoy seemed to be careful even to touch anything. Damn. Had he actually learned alesson every time he'd got in trouble?

Suddenly, a few steps from the scene of the crime Draco stopped, and turned all the way around, to look around the room with an edgy expression on his pale face. It was the first time in weeks Harry had gotten a proper look at the other boy – and he actually had changed for the better, he had to admit. He'd gotten rid of all that gluey stuff he always put in his hair, and had left it less combed, but still in a fashionable way. He'd also grown – and didn't his arms and chest look more muscular beneath that tight, black sweater?

Harry ripped himself out of that line of thought when Malfoy turned around to speed towards the door atthe other end of the room. Harry followed in the quickest pace he could manage without exposing his presence, but when Malfoy franticallybegan pulling the door-handle, he could sense something was up. The other boy cursed audibly and Harry could almost feel the sour grimace on his face through the tone of his snarling voice.

"Potter, you can drop that cloak now, I know you're in here," he sneered, hammering his fist against the door. Harry was unsure of what to do, and could feel himself panicking – how could he know? He'd been so careful! And since when did he know he had the cloak? Harry wondered for a moment what he should do next – and what would happen. Maybe Malfoy would be so afraid of being exposed that he wouldn't grass on Harry, but he doubted it. If Malfoy was going down, Harry was probably going down with him. And they both knew that. So, in the end, there was no other choice left but to take off his cloak and surrender, however bitter that might seem, and wait for the inevitable. This was just so bloody typical. He growled at Malfoy.

"Why aren't you opening the door and letting us out of this god-forsaken place?" He asked darkly, bitterness thick in his voice. Malfoy narrowed his eyes at him when he turned around.

"You tell me," he spat. "You were the one who locked the door!"

Harry almost laughed – and maybe a bit nervously, even. Wasn't the door… open?

"What the hell are you talking about, Malfoy? Can't you open the door? Even something like that should be simple enough for you to do."

It probably wasn't a good idea to pick on the blonde like this now, but once again, Harry thought that if he was going down… well, he better do it with style.

"I always fail to understand how you got so thick," Malfoy said, nearly sighing at him. "But this time, you've really taken me by surprise. Now, open the fucking door!"

It was Harry's turn to sigh now.

"I didn't bloody lock it, you moron. There's no key!"

"Then how do we get it opened and get out of here?"

The question hung in the air several minutes after it was asked. The two boys, enemies regardless, glared emptily at each other, absorbed in their own thoughts. Then, when all other possibilities were left out, they turned to do the one thing that was left: they hammered their fist loudly into the door and shouted for help. With no success, whatsoever. However, they didn't give up before several minutes had actually passed. Draco was the one who stopped them.

"Wait!" He suddenly hissed, backing away from the door, his face once again growing paler with the panic. Harry sighed, stopping himself from continuing beating up the door. It was hopeless anyway. Who'd hear them? For all they knew, the room's spell could be made in the way that no sound would leave the room. It certainly wouldn't surprise him that much.

"Stop making noise!" Draco said in the low, hissing voice, much unlike from the other, mocking one from before. For one moment, all sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the buzzing from a fanged frisbeethat were hovering around somewhere behind the massive piles of century-old crap.

"Why?" Harry asked, not bothering to keep his voice down as Malfoy did. He smirked slightly when Draco almost growled at him – although it sounded much more like a hissing cat. Harry rolled his eyes again. "Why do I have to keep my voice down, and why stop?"

He knew why, of course, but loved seeing Malfoy getting all frustrated. And moreover, he wanted the other boy to confess what he'd done, and why he wouldn't want anyone to know. Oh yes, a clear victory, Harry thought with satisfaction.

"Because I don't want anyone to find us – me – here!" He whispered in an arrogant voice, in the good, old Malfoy-way. Like Harry had actually asked a stupid question.

"You'd rather be trapped here than having anyone find out that you lurk around in the castle with conspicuous boxes at night? I didn't know you cared that much about your precious reputation, blondie."

Malfoy shot a poisonous, warning glance at him and stepped closer to him as to threaten him. It didn't scare him much, but that was mainly because he knew Malfoy was just about as dangerous as a three-year-old girl without his two gorillas – Crabbe and Goyle – to protect him.

"Don't call me that," he snarled, breaking his own rule with keeping the voices down. "And it's not just a stupid box, scarface, it's … more important! By the way, I don't give a damn about my reputation!"

Harry chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning closer to Malfoy. He could smell his expensive cologne, and could feel his breath on his face. His grey eyes were burning with frustration, but Harry simply wondered why he was bothering to hold it all back like this.

"I have to say it didn't seem that way. And I'd very much like to know what exactly is in that box!"

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and leaned back, away from Harry. He was somewhat disappointed. He wouldn't say he'd been looking forward to fighting with Malfoy … but he had. Maybe he needed to get some frustrations out of his system as well. Although his frustrations were most likely to be sexual where Malfoy was just doing some male PMS-ing.

"What's it to you anyway, Potter?" Suddenly, Malfoy became aware of who he was dealing with, which raised another question inside his head. The strangeness hadn't quite occurred to him like this before, where he'd just been angry. "And may I ask what the fuck you're doing in here? Were you stalking me or something?"

Harry smiled sarcastically, but knew that, yes, he had in fact been stalking Malfoy. And for a rather long time. He wondered briefly what had triggered him off – the forbidden goods, or the – it was definitely the forbidden thing that had done the trick.

"I'm not that creepy," he lied with a wide smile stretched across his face. "And you haven't answered my question yet."

Malfoy paced down the aisles of the large piles, picking up random things and throwing them away again when he realized they were worthless.

"Yes I did," he argued, like he was indeed that three-year-old Harry had compared him to minutes earlier.

"So, I should take it as a no? Or do you want me to go look myself?" Harry was catching up with him, and Draco seemed utterly annoyed when he kept bombarding him with questions. Honestly, he just wanted the other boy to go away. Stay away. He didn't need him here. He didn't need him to piss him off like this, and mostly, to talk to him or be near him at all.

"Go get buried alive, will you, Potter?" Harry couldn't help but laugh at this comment. He shook his head and tried to be serious – he failed, obviously.

"No, that's not very funny. And it wasn't very nice of you to say something like that, was it?" He kept teasing the blonde, knowing that, at some point, he'd have to snap. Or at least show him some other reaction than the coolness he was showing towards him now.

"Were you always this annoying, or have you just not gotten on my nerves for quite a long time?" Draco asked sourly, crouching when they reached the spot where he'd placed the box. Harry's lips curved into a mocking smile.

"So, you're gonna show me, then? Like show and tell?"

Draco snorted, and grabbed the box.

"Yeah, right, Potter! Why don't you just turn around real nice and stop being a pain in my arse while I re-locate this?"

Harry turned 180 degrees, but when Malfoy went off with the box, he turned around again and jumped at him, attempting to rip the box out of his hands. It may be a silly attempt, and he may seem desperate – and, well, a little bit childish – but nonetheless, it would've worked, if only he hadn't taken Malfoy by surprise. The blonde boy stumbled under the sudden weight of Harry, and trying to protect himself from the fall, he dropped the box and its content, and the both of them fell onto the floor, right on top of the broken box. A sweet, perfumed scent spread in the room as soon as they'd heard the unmistakablesound of glass breaking, and Harry immediately recognized it – although he didn't want to. He cursed underneath his breath before rolling off Malfoy. Then he burst out in laughter when he saw the bright, pink liquid spreading in a puddle on the floor.

"Love-potion, Malfoy? Really? You're k-kidding right?" Harry almost couldn't form a completesentence, his breath hitching as he choked in his own laughter. "I really never thought this low of you, I must admit that. I never thought you'd sink this deep!"

Malfoy was blushing visibly, and had crossed his arms defensively. Harry was almost crying as he rolled onto the side and got up in the same seating position as Malfoy, who was staring at the broken bottles with a miserable expression on his pale face. Harry wasn't sure whether this was the love-potion or not, but in this moment it occurred to him that if Malfoy hadn't been such a pain, and if everyone hadn't hated him, it would've struck him why he didn't have a girlfriend.

It probably – hopefully – was the love-potion. And so Harry decided it was, before grinning again.

"So, that's the forbidden goods you've been selling to the poor, innocent students of Hogwarts! Is it just me, or do I see a striking resemblance between you and Cupid right now?" He asked, dipping his finger into the puddle with a mischievous smirk on his face. He pulled off a couple of hairs and lay them in his palm.

"If I drink this, will I fall in love with myself, Mr. Malfoy – or should I call you professor Malfoy, now that I've discovered your passion for potions?" asked, howling with laughter as said blonde tried to murder him with his eyes. His cheeks were still burning awfully.

"Why is it so hard for you to shut up, Potter?" He sneered. "Besides, it sounds much better when you don't say it. Your voice butchers the word."

"No, Malfoy, I'm not the problem. But I certainly have a problem with you selling love-potion. What d'you earn?"

Malfoy got up and angrily stomped his feet on the broken glass, clenching his fists and his teeth. Harry followed him up and raised his eyebrows. What a temper that boy had. Where did that cool façade go?

"It's none of your business, Potter. Now, get me the hell out of here."

Harry shrugged and looked through the rummage, secretly looking for a key. He wasn't completely honest with Malfoy, though – but then again, when was he ever?

"I couldn't even if I wanted to," he said, smiling at the finding of three un-opened bottles of firewhiskey. He'd definitely keep those for himself – and maybe... well, if he got the opportunity, he knew exactly who he'd want to get drunk and shag. Well, one could only dream, right? Draco snarled at him, acting like a pissy teenage-girl. This was one of the times where Harry didn't wonder why Draco wasn't seeing anyone – or, well, at least as far as Harry was concerned, he wasn't.

"You seriously mean you want to stay in this place?"

Harry smirked, suddenly realizing how funny it'd be to see Malfoy drunk. It'd be a once-in-a-lifetime kind-of pleasure. And he wouldn't wanna miss it for his life.

"Well, now that I've got these, I wouldn't mind it, no. Beats sleeping, right?" He said with a grin, opening the bottle and offering Malfoy another. The blonde grimaced and refused to take it, stepping into some sort of clearing in the room where he sat down, giving Harry a dirty look.

"Don't you have anything better to do than drink?" He asked, annoyed with Harry's sudden enthusiasm. At least he was funnier when he was just as desperate to get out of there as Draco was. Worst part was that he was tempted to go along with Harry's soothing happiness. But never would he ever…

"Oh!" Harry suddenly exclaimed, almost jumping at the blonde as he placed himself in the opposite end of the clearing. "I know what we can do till we get out!"

Draco sighed, massaging his temples with a strained facial expression.

"What, now?" Harry pushed the bottle towards him, an insisting look on his face.

"Never have I –" Harry didn't finish the sentence before Draco growled at him.

"Drinking games? You're not serious, are you? And you thought I was a low-life?" Harry chuckled, and put the bottle away before he turned at Draco.

"Yeah, you know that one?" He asked, already acting drunk. Since when had he become so friendly? They were enemies! They were not supposed to play these stupid games! They weren't even supposed to talk to each other like this!

"There's no way in hell I'm doing this!"

Harry shrugged, and Draco knew he was trying to push him. He leaned back against the back of an abandoned table.

"If you're gonna be such a party-pooper…"

"I'm not a party-pooper, you idiot! I'm Draco Malfoy! There is no party, and you're not supposed to want to party with me! Dammit, get your bloody act together and start hating me again!"

He hadn't meant to be that blunt – fuck, he hadn't even meant to say that last part. But he just wanted to go back to his dorm and forget about all this. And the sweet smell of that love-potion was tickling his nose. He couldn't understand why anyone would wanna drink that shit. He didn't understand a lot of things.

"Just one time, Malfoy, and then I'll be good! I'm just bored, you know – and we're probably gonna be here for quite a while if you won't allow me to call for help!"

Draco was tempted to just let him expose his activities, but knew that he'd get in more trouble than he'd like to. Besides, it probably wouldn't hurt him to try it once. Chances were that he wouldn't even have to drink. He just had to make up some good thing to say, and then Harry would be the one getting drunk. That actually was a good plan! He sighed, as if he'd been defeated. He didn't hope Harry could hear that it was totally fake. But on the other hand, there were other things he'd chosen to ignore, and why not this too?

"I'll try it once, maybe twice. But that'll be enough!"

Harry smirked when he passed him the bottle again. Draco was irritated that he actually felt a little bit nervous about this. If his memory wasright – which it most likely was – he was about to reveal secrets about himself to the last person he wanted to know him. It wasn't gonna be pretty. Wasn't gonna be pretty at all.

"Oh, Malfoy," Harry said with a wide, evil grin. "You can never have enough, can you?"


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Harry could feel himself getting tipsy, as Malfoy took his turn to slur out some random truth about himself. He was holding the bottle rather loosely, and was still leaned back in that uncomfortable position he'd now been seated in for about thirty or forty-five minutes. At least they weren't bored with this yet – and he thought that he, for the first time in his life, had been laughing with Malfoy instead of athim. That was probably a big step for them or something. He couldn't care less at the moment.

"Never have I ever…" Malfoy began, raising the bottle and forming the word cheers on his lips before giggling in a not very manly way. "Never have I ever fucked someone in this room! Or myself, for that matter!"

Harry boomed with laughter, and cursed loudly.

"Fuck you, Malfoy!" He exclaimed, laughing senselessly as he took a swig at the firewhiskey. The bottle was about half-empty. It was visible that Harry had been taking most of the turns – and had been losing a great deal of them. "How could you know?"

Malfoy tried to hide his giggling and be serious, unsuccessfully, as he answered Harry.

"You're so full of yourself, Potter," he said wittily. "Do you honestly think that I'd follow you around just to see you fuck some random bird? You're not that pretty, golden boy!"

Harry smirked as he raised an eyebrow.

"Who says that I was fucking someone?" He asked, leaving Malfoy with a partly curious, partly puzzled, and partly disgusted expression. However the last emotion was probably something Harry was misjudging. He couldn't really read Malfoy's face at the moment.

"Anyway, my turn!" He declared. "Never have I ever had a crush on a teacher!" Harry said, cracking into another fit of hysterical laughter when he saw Malfoy's expression.

"You bitch, Potter!" He snarled, but not quite able to speak the words properly. He took a large sulk of the bottle. Harry glared at him for a long time.

"Who?" The blonde didn't answer him, so he repeated the question. "C'mon, who was it, Draco?"

'Since when did he start calling me by my first name?' Draco wondered briefly, but he didn't think of it further, too preoccupied with hiding his flush.

"I – no… I mean – it's none of your business!"

"Hell it is! Was it Trenawly… wait! Tlerawny… Twe… Tre… you know!" Harry said, giving up on the name. Draco grimaced.

"Oh no, never! It was … uh…"

Harry smirked. "Yeah, tell me!"

"If you ever say this, I'll hunt you down and kill you!" Malfoy warned him. Harry just chuckled fearlessly.

"Oh well, you know where I live. 'sides, I probably won't be able to remember any of this tomorrow!"

'Even more the reason to…'

Draco sighed and opened the bottle to take another swig, although he knew he shouldn't do it outside the game. He didn't care.

"Alright, it was Lupin!" He admitted, smiling wryly at the memory. Thirteen years old and already crushing on an older man. It hadn't been healthy – but at least it hadn't been a real crush, like – well, like so many others. Probably just a desire to find a father who wasn't a murderer and psychotic. Yeah, that was it.

Harry bit his hand hard not to laugh, not realizing he'd get a nasty mark on it. He giggled uncontrollably.

"You… had a crush… on Lupin? Are you…" Malfoy frowned.

"I don't wanna discuss it with you, dickhead. And it's my turn anyway, so just shut up! And remember my threat from before."

"Oh yes, I was very, very scared of that. So, how are you planning on killing me? And hunting me? You're not just gonna make your daddy do it, are you?"

"I said shut up, you moronic git!"

Harry grinned. "Right. Continue."

Draco looked thoughtful for a moment, and then pressed his lips together in concentration. He didn't like the way he was thinking at the moment. It was all that alcohol. Wasn't healthy for his state of mind.

"Alright, Potty! Never have I ever been in love with my best friend!" Oh, how he wished that this would hit him hard!

'Die! Die like the little rat bastard you are, Potter!'

Harry blushed like a little girl and sighed, taking a larger gulp at the bottle than necessary. He was controlling it better than you'd expect, and the admission didn't seem to be as hard to make as the Lupin-one had been with Draco. Damn, Potter was probably an expert in these games. Alcoholic son of a bitch.

"'Course I've been that. What kind of friend would I be if I hadn't? It has to happen sometime!"

Draco snorted, but was still smiling.

"Maybe my friends just aren't as attracting as yours," he suggested, shooting a brief look at Harry as he waited for him to answer.

"Alright," Harry said, determined to make him pay back for the entire admission about – oh well, he hadn't actually been forced to say the name, like Draco had. But he still wanted to be evil. And this was probably going to be very funny.

"Never have I ever wanted my enemy –" Draco flushed into a deep, red shade, sighed, and took in another shot before Harry finished his sentence. "- to die. But that's really sweet of you, Draco!" He added, seeing how the blonde had reacted to the first part of the statement.

The other boy growled, and blushed even more when he realized his mistake. Draco wasn't even drunker than Harry, but it seemed that he kept making stupid mistakes. He was so weak.

"Shut it, scarface," he snarled, while Harry smirked at him. And how could he not?

"So, who is it? Hermione?" He asked, grinning widely, enjoying every second of the torture he was putting his – enemy? It really felt unnatural to say in this moment – though he barely considered Malfoy his nemesis at this moment.

"Shut it."

"Ginny? Luna? Both?" Harry widened his eyes. Was he really curious about this? It was kind of natural to want to know this, wasn't it?

"Are you deaf?" Draco was getting pissy again, but Harry didn't really respond to it. He was too drunk to care about Malfoy wanting to punch him in the face – or maybe he'd rather like to curse him to death. Harry smirked.

"Ohh! Or is it Ron? I've always wanted you two to hook up! Or maybe it's –"

"You! And shut up, now! For fuck's sake, Potter, never have I ever thought you could be this annoying," he sneered.

"Really? You know that counts as one!" Draco scowled at the dark-haired boy who was now flushing even more. "And did you really mean that? Is it really …me?"

He was grimacing, and hadn't realized the meaning of the words yet, but something inside him was bubbling, like boiling water. Yes, that was the word. His body was boiling.

"Yes, you! And get over it, now! 's not like I'll ever ... just get over it!" Draco almost spat the words out, like he didn't want them in his mouth. And he probably didn't either. It was a nasty moment, awkward, yet somehow it seemed more natural than all of the fights they'd had tonight. It was kind of creepy, Harry realized, that his nemesis had just admitted to – what? Want him?

Harry grinned and reached over to grab the bottle, not attempting to cover his own blush in the way the blonde did. At his state of drunkenness, he could only find this funny. And then, on the other hand, it was somehow comforting to know that at least he wasn't the only queer boy in Hogwarts now that he knew his best friend didn't want him. Well, it wasn't like he'd ever asked him directly – but still, he could tell that nothing would ever really happen between him and Ron. Right now, however, he couldn't stop looking at Malfoy.

And this was odd.

"No more firewhiskey for you, Mr. Malfoy!" He declared, chuckling and shaking his head as he took another swig at his own bottle. Draco was feeling how his temper was running off with him. Howcould he have gotten himself toexpose these things? How, how had it been possible for him?

He felt light-headed, though, and after a few moments of regret, those feelings meant no more to him than the hatred he'd felt an hour before. He curved his lips into a sweet smile, and reached for Harry's hand when he attempted to take his bottle.

"But then what – or who – will make me feel high like I did?"

Harry nodded thoughtfully, clearly noticing the electricity of Malfoy's simple touch. It felt good, just to be touched. It was weird how he wanted… something. Suddenly, he feared that the purpose of this game had been forgotten. Even he, himself, had forgotten it.

It wasn't just a game – it was an opportunity.

And then he broke into a smile, and angled his lips before looking into Malfoy's eyes.

"Oh yes, you'll need an anti-drug. Maybe there's something in here that'll make you feel good."

Malfoy chuckled and leaned in over Harry, pushing him slightly backwards towards his own seat. His limbs were on fire, and he was vibrating with desire. He looked right into Harry's emerald-green eyes; they were dark with lust. This couldn't possibly be happening – and yet it did. An opportunity, he thought. A chance he had to take…

"I think you've been inhaling too much of that love-potion, Mr. Potter!" He declared, their lips now inches away, burning to be locked together in a kiss. The excitement was getting to him, and when he pressed his hips against Harry's lower body, he could tell that he wasn't the only one.

Harry's breathingwas laboured.

"Drop the formalities, Draco, and just call me babe!"

Draco chuckled as Harry's pressed his lips forcefully against his own, sealing them in a hot, passionate kiss, reaching out to pull the blonde closer. He followed his every impulse, not wishing to deny his body its desires anymore. He slid his hands into Draco's pale, blonde hair and tousled it playfully, exploring his mouth as the other boy let him enter, licking his lips curiously, their tongues fighting for dominance – without words, however.

"You're crazy," Draco managed to get out, placing himself on top of the dark-haired boy as he pulled Harry's dark t-shirt off over his head, exposing his stunning body to him. He leaned against it, his tongue dancing over the soft skin, focusing on the hardened nipples before continuing up the neck. He suckled a bit on the thin, tender skin in the hollow between his head and his neck, and then continued to find his lips again – because, yes, he'd missed them, he'd missed them so very much in those few seconds. And he'd never get enough of them, he was sure.

Meanwhile, Harry was struggling with Draco's sweater, and had finally pulled it off – his former suspicions were confirmed; Draco had become more muscular, and his well-shaped chest just made him more unfairly handsome than he already was. He kissed it generously, breaking the kiss only for seconds, not in one moment doubting that this was the right thing to do. Oh fuck; his entire body was screaming to him that it was right! How could it not be?

"You only got me drunk to get into my pants, right… babe?" Draco asked suggestively, almost ripping Harry's jeans off after unbuckling his belt. Harry didn't have breath to laugh, or even to chuckle, but would've if he could. He nodded frantically.

"Yes, and I'd very much like to get into them now!" He demanded, stripping Draco until his throbbing erection was revealed. Feeling a sudden urge to kiss it, Harry leaned forwards, recalling a sudden flashback from a dream he'd had, not many nights ago.

It didn't take long before Draco had let out his first groan, and was arching his back as Harry was taking in his cock fully. It was an awesome feeling; having wanted something for so long always made the experience much better than you'd ever dreamed of. And this was the only thing that had kept him waiting, he knew that for sure.

"Don't… finish me!" He managed to get out, his heavy breath and shivering body one hundred percent uncontrolled. "We're not even… getting started yet."

Harry smirked, and kissed Draco before getting up. He could feel how his own cock was begging for attention, having survived with only occasional masturbation since… since too long! And since they indeed were in a room where you could find pink centaur-outfits that had never been used, it shouldn't be hard for them to find some lubrication.

He searched for his wand on the floor, not remembering where he'd dumped it before. He grasped it, and clumsily got out the words: accio lubrication and protection. Draco was grinning, lying naked and sprawled on the floor, not entirely believing that he'd actually heard Harry Potter say what he'd just heard him say.

But he had.

"You don't wanna keep us waiting, do you?" The brunette asked, smirking widely as he leaned in to kiss Draco again. Sitting on top of the blonde, he could really admire the sight – the most beautiful sight in the world, in his opinion.

Harry took his time, covering his fingers in the gooey lube before entering Draco as gently as possible, expanding him as much as possible, hoping to prepare him – as he expected this was a first-time experience for the other boy. Draco groaned impatiently, his cock throbbing harder against Harry's stomach for every time he spread his fingers inside him.

"Don't… do this. Just get on! Get on with your business!" He almost screamed, clearly not a patient guy – but Harry had to admit that he was getting very eager himself, and as he Draco positioned himself, he almost couldn't care about not hurting the other boy. He smirked.

"It's dirty, I can tell you. But I didn't think you minded it a little dodgy!" Harry added, thrusting into the blonde for the first time. It was one of these feelings that makes your insides turn with pleasure, and your heart nearly explode with joy. The sensations were overwhelming – the heat, the tightness, the muscles that clenched around you, the knowledge that this was an act of love… love. Yeah. Not hate. His world was as good as turned around now.

"By the way," Harry whispered, straining himself to even be able to speak, not entirely able to form sentences – his voice seemed to be too occupied moaning incoherently every time he pushed his length into Draco. "Was it, or was it not, on purpose that you spilled that love-potion? Were you trying to…"

Draco grinned breathlessly, whimpering beneath Harry's weight, gasping for air and rubbing his erection to please himself.

"Oh, but you will never know," he got out before another groan escaped his lips, only so loud that it was audible for Harry. "Babe."


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The door was re-opened the next morning. However, not at a desirable moment for the two boys, who were lying naked on the floor, spooning up underneath Draco's cloak. The invisibility-cloak might have been a better idea for a cover. But they clearly hadn't thought of it that night.

Two girls entered, their heads peeking into the door. One of them furrowed her dark, brown eyebrows.

"Ron said that he'd be here. With Malfoy," Hermione added, entering the room entirely, Ginny, the younger witch, right behind her. She shrugged and looked around the room, slightly curious. Then she made a sniffing noise and twisted her mouth into an expression of disgust.

"Maybe they… left," she said, partly hopefully. She scowled when they went deeper into the room of requirement. They walked down the aisles of garbage, much like the boys had previously, and then reached the smaller clearing that the two boys had used yesterday. Ginny sighed, and Hermione gasped, stepping back as she saw what – or maybe rather who – lay in front of her feet. Then she shook her head.

"Never have I ever, right? Harry is such a child," Hermione said, not quite able to tear her eyes away from the sight. Ginny, on the other hand, was making a grimace and covering her mouth and nose with her hand not to inhale the strong scent of sex and alcohol. Hermione shook her head.

"Never have I ever seen such a pathetic sight before. They were supposed to be able to handle this. And who knew they'd had firewhiskey in here?" The brunette asked, crossing her arms.

Ginny frowned once again, taking a brief glimpse of the two bodies.

"Oh, I dunno, I've uncovered Ron and Harry like this countless times. Must be the raging hormones or something," she suggested. "Although I'm glad they never seem to remember it."

Hermione chuckled as she went to exit the room.

"Revolting," she said. "But I guess we're out of chances with them, then?"

Her friend nodded before closing the door.

"Way out of chances!"


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