Harry paced in front of his window and looked out across the rain-slicked pavement for the hundredth time. Draco said he'd write as soon as he got home, but since he had no idea where Draco lived it could take him hours.

When Uncle Vernon picked him up from the train station they hadn't dawdled at all, and Harry strained back, looking behind him, trying to get one last glimpse of Draco on the platform.

Draco. Who would have thought? Who would have believed? Not Harry. But now the Slytherin was all Harry could think about. On the drive home, he stared out the window feeling the blonde's arms around him, his lips on him, his sighs. Oh my God. Harry couldn't believe the depth of his feelings for the boy, a boy he had hated with just as much vehemence only a few short hours previous.

Uncle Vernon was yelling at him as usual when they got to Privet Drive, but Harry really wasn't listening. He dragged his trunk upstairs and Aunt Petunia snapped at him to mind the paint. He stuffed it through his doorway just as Dudley sauntered by to sneer at him. But when he closed the door and closed the Muggle world out, he was back on the Hogwarts Express, his senses full of Draco Malfoy.

He waited for several more hours. Aunt Petunia called to him, telling him if he didn't come down this minute he'd miss dinner. But Harry didn't care. He ate a pumpkin pastie he bought on the train and sat at the window, his chin resting on his hand.

Night fell and darkness enveloped Privet Drive. The streetlights winked on and cast flat shadows of automobiles and bushes across the dark surface of the street. Harry sighed. This was nutters. He couldn't do this all summer, staring out a window waiting for a-Wait! What was that?

He jumped to his feet. In the distant sky, a dark shape swooped and veered toward his window. He stepped back, and the dark owl landed neatly on his desk. Hedwig squawked indignantly from her cage but Harry ignored her. The owl turned its yellow eyes around the room imperiously, a little like Lucius Malfoy might, Harry thought, and finally extended its leg.

Harry snatched the rolled parchment and sat down on his bed, unfurling it. He adjusted the lamp to aim down at it.

Harry,

Nice to say your name after all this time. Harry. I still can't believe it, can you? I'm all tingly just thinking about the train. I'm so glad I plucked up the courage. Damned if I know where that came from.

I miss you already. Damn. This is going to be hell. We've got two months without seeing each other and just a little snog on the train to sustain us. How will we manage? Well, one way for certain will be a good wank. Or two. Or three. Now I have a face to wank to. And from what I felt while rubbing against you in the loo, there's a very good piece of Potter I can think about as well.

Sorry the owl took so long. Bet you don't know where I live, do you? Malfoy Manor is in Wiltshire, so we had to get to a floo and…well. Can't really give away any secrets, but you can't floo here directly. Then Mother wanted to talk about…things. I can't say much there either, but I'm sure you can guess. And I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry about last year when the Dark Lord returned. Father told us about it. Told me…everything. And I'm sorry. Mostly, I'm sorry for not being sorry at the time. I know this is hindsight and all, but it's the best I can do.

I really care about you now. Mad, I know. Stupid. A couple of letters and we fall to pieces. But what's done is done. I won't help them to hurt you anymore. Not even my father. I'll let you know what I can. But it isn't easy as you may well imagine.

Are your relatives really as bad as they say? You didn't seem to like them in one of your letters. I'm sorry you have to stay there. But it's only two months. And then we're back together. Any thoughts on how we're to do that? Must keep it a secret, remember? I can't start being nice to you all of a sudden. Everyone will think I've lost my mind. 'Course I have, haven't I? Crabbe and Goyle would have puppies. Skrewts, more like.

Even though I hated you, I always admired your flying ability. You were fantastic in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. And in Quidditch, even though you beat me, and I still hate you for that, by the way. Is there anything you admire about me? Strike that. Don't answer. Because I bet there isn't.

What are we to do, Harry? Everything we know about the other has been a lie or distortion. Maybe we just have to start again. Pretend we're back on the Hogwarts Express in our first year.

Hello there. My name is Draco Malfoy. And you must be Harry Potter. Want to be friends? Wank buddies? . . . Lovers?

Very much yours,

Draco

Harry breathed. He read it through again, smiling at the funny bits. Another great letter. He wanted to give it a long reply, so he fed the bird some owl treats, scooted up to the desk, and pulled out a parchment and quill.

Dear Draco,

I'm glad you wrote a long letter. I can live off that until the next one. I want to try to answer some of your questions, because it is true that we don't know much about each other.

First of all, we've really only got three weeks to write because that's how long I'm staying in Little Whinging. After that I go to the Weasely's and I don't think it would be wise sending your owl there. I know. That means seven long weeks until we see or hear from each other. But three weeks is better than the "nothing" I expected to begin with, so there is that.

Thanks for saying you're sorry. It means a lot to me. So much has happened to me over the last five years I can scarce catch my breath. I don't understand it all but I have a very bad feeling about it. Voldemort wants to kill me. I suppose you gathered that. I can't really tell you why, though I expect your father may have already told you. And, well. I'm sorry about him being arrested and all. For you, that is. The truth of it is I'm not sorry he was sent to Azkaban. He has tried to kill me.

Blimey. We are a pair, aren't we?

I really care about you, too. And if you ever need protection, we can go to Dumbledore together. He will protect you, Draco. Even from your father if he has to. Please believe this.

And yes, my relatives are really as bad as everyone says. They're Muggles, you know. Not that that's a reason or anything, but they just hate wizards. I mean, this is my mother's sister and she even knew what happened to her own flesh and blood and she doesn't care. What does that say? My stupid cousin Dudley is this fat pig of a boy. A real bully. Of course, I used to think that about you, being a bully. Maybe it's just frustration? Anyway, that's why I always wore those really big Muggle clothes, because they wouldn't buy anything for me. I had to wear Dudley's hand-me-downs. Things really only got a bit better when they discovered I was a wizard (I didn't know anything about the Wizarding world growing up. They didn't tell me. So I wasn't stuck up like you thought, okay?) I have my own room now and they mostly leave me alone. They're a little afraid of me so I guess I sort of know how good it feels to you when you push around the little kids. Except that that isn't very nice, Draco, and you probably shouldn't do that anymore.

That's really nice of you to say about my flying. I didn't know you felt that way. And I admire your cleverness. And you're really good at potions, even without Snape playing to you. So there. There's two compliments.

When we get back to Hogwarts we'll just have to be careful. I have my father's invisibility cloak and you're clever enough to get around. You'll probably be Prefect again, right? So we can find a place. I think I even know of the perfect place to meet. Maybe two. But I have secrets as well, so I can't tell you about them now or how I know about them.

Yes, I want to be your friend. And certainly this summer we'll be wank buddies (you make me laugh, you know that!)

Lovers? Wow. There's always that for when we see each other again. I want to, but it makes me really nervous. I don't know anything about it. I don't want to disappoint you. But I'll try. I'll do my best. If you'll be patient with me, it will be fine.

I better finish. Your owl looks impatient. What's his name, by the way?

Very much yours too,

Harry

Harry lived his life during the day merely staying in his room unless he was commanded to do this chore or that. Mutely, he would obey, but at night, back in his room, he looked to the skies, hoping to see Draco's owl.

The third night it came.

There was a large package attached to the bird and after being relieved of its burden, it pecked at the owl treats Harry had left for it on his desk. Curious, Harry unwrapped the parcel, and a letter fluttered out. But when he removed the brown paper of the package, he found several magazines. And what magazines! His face flushed with heat. They were gay wizard's magazines. One was called "Broomsticks", another "Magic Wand Monthly", and the last one "Wanking Wizards". The moving pictures on the covers made Harry wince in embarrassment, but he knew it wouldn't take him long to get over it. He set them aside and picked up the letter.

Harry,

Thought you might find these useful, since you said you had no experience. I think they will provide many of the answers to your questions. (I wish I could see your face right now!)

So you have secrets, do you? A Slytherin likes nothing better than to discover secrets. But those aren't the secrets I'm really interested in right now. Mostly I'm wondering about your broomstick, and I'm not talking about your Firebolt. Tell me, Harry. How big are you? I'm imagining something rather large but that still fits comfortably in the hand. In my hand, that is. Are you getting hard reading this? I hope so.

I've got a good sized package if I do say so myself. You'd enjoy it.

Do you know I spend a good deal of my day just thinking about you? And a good deal of my nights as well? For instance, want to know what I thought of last night?...

Harry scooted up on the bed and got comfortable. He undid the button to his trousers and lowered the zip. He had a feeling Draco's description could do him wonders.

…I was lying in my bed in Malfoy Manor. When I'm at home, I don't wear pajamas at all. That's right, little Harry. I'm starkers on my cotton sheets. Flying free, as it were. So I'm lying there thinking about you, of course, and I push the sheets away from my body so I'm lying in the cool air of my room. Slowly, very slowly, I run the flat of ...

... my hand down my torso from my erect nipples down my stomach and to my cock. I give it a squeeze. I'm thinking, "Oh Harry. This is your hand touching me there." Can you feel it?

"Yes," Harry breathed, stroking his own cock, stiff with arousal.

My other hand needs something to do, so I palm my balls, rolling them. That's something I'd like to do to you. Would you like that?

"Yes," Harry moaned, writhing against the duvet, his trousers and pants down around his knees. He reached down and cupped his sac.

But here's something you may not have tried. I lay back, spread my legs wide, and raise them up, rolling my spine. If you were kneeling in front of me, Harry, between my legs like I'm imagining you, you could easily see my hole.

"Oh fuck!" said Harry. His hips bucked involuntarily and he squeezed through a stroke of his prick.

While I'm stroking myself-and it is so good, Harry-I raise my other hand to my mouth and suck hard on my finger. You'd probably like to see that. It's a precursor for similar events to come. But that's not why I'm doing it now. I'm lubing it, you see, because I lower it to my arse, stroke over my little puckered hole, and push it in.

"Oh God!" Harry came in spurting bursts all over the duvet. He couldn't stop himself. Not when picturing Draco doing those things to himself and wishing it were Harry. His body gave a few more jerks before the sparkles in his eyes settled down and he could breathe again. His stiffened legs relaxed and he lay back against the wall. He picked up the letter again and continued reading, smiling at the Slytherin. Lazily, he toyed with his spent cock, smearing the cum over the shaft.

Now I'm shagging myself with my finger and it feels delicious. At the same time, I'm fisting my cock and giving it a good workout. But it's all you, Harry. I'm imagining that it's you doing it all to me. And I come so hard I shout out loud. Did you come yet? I hope so. I'd like to think we came at the same time. How about this? Can you get up at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning and come at exactly 7:30? Then we really will be coming at the same time. Won't that be wicked?

I hope you like the mags, Harry. Write back.

Your Draco

Harry did as instructed the next morning, anxious to actually wank at the same time as Draco, and when he came as close to 7:30 as his fifteen-year-old libido would allow, he lay back, with a sated smile on his face. "That's for you, Draco."

And so it went. Draco's letters arrived every other day and Harry anxiously wrote back. Sometimes Draco wrote pensively, philosophizing about the future, worrying about it, and Harry shared some of his fears, some he hadn't even confided with Hermione or Ron.

But as the days turned to weeks, it was getting closer to the time when Harry would go on to the Burrow and he was almost sorry to go.

The owl arrived and Harry smiled as he took the parchment. "There you go, Fergus," he said to the bird, leaving a pile of treats for him.

Dear Harry,

Can you get yourself to the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow night around eight? And wear a cloak and hood.

Draco

Harry stared at the sparse parchment. He turned it over, looking for the rest, but that's all there was. Why did Draco want him to go to the Leaky Cauldron? A strange feeling swam in his belly. Was this a trap? No. Draco was on his side now. He wouldn't do anything like that.

But what if it wasn't Draco sending this letter?

Harry bit his lip. He wished Draco had a telephone and then he could ask him. It looked like Draco's writing but a simple spell could probably change it. If only he could do magic and then he could test it to see if it really was from Draco.

Maybe it was just a matter of trust. Draco was maybe excited about something and just dashed off this quick note. Yes, that was probably it.

Harry wrote an equally quick note of ascent and tied it to Fergus' leg. The owl looked disconcerted that he was done so quickly, but he gave one hoot and launched himself from the window sill.

Now all Harry had to do tomorrow was sneak out of the house and somehow get to the Leaky Cauldron.

* * *

Harry climbed carefully out his window and hung by his hands along the sill. Hedwig squawked at him but he hissed at her. "Shush! You want them to catch me? I'll be fine." But as he looked down, he wondered if that were true. He slid along the sill and swung his leg toward the drainpipe. When he managed to wrap his legs around it, he reached and grabbed it. He paused a moment, expecting the metal to groan and collapse, but when it didn't, he slid down to the ground.

Privet Drive was quiet as was Magnolia Crescent when he turned onto it. Even though it was still fairly early, no one was about. And that was good, because the last thing Harry wanted to do was cause a commotion amongst the Muggles. He hoped Mr. Tibbles or Mrs. Figg weren't out spying on him.

He stood at the kerb, took a deep breath, and stuck out his wand.

Appearing out of nowhere from the mist, the purple Knight Bus screeched to a halt in front of him. He waved to Stan Shunpike the conductor and boarded before the boy could launch into his speech. "I need to get to the Leaky Cauldron."

"'Arry Potter. Look, Ern. It's 'Arry Potter."

"Yeah," said Harry uncomfortably. "Could we just go?"

The driver didn't hesitate. Off they went, zooming through Little Whinging, out to the highway, and quick as a wink into London. Harry barely had time to pay for his fare when it screeched to a halt.

"The Leaky Cauldron, as ordered," said Stan. Harry thanked him and dropped off the step of the bus. He watched it drive away and disappear and looked up at the tavern sign. Reaching under his cloak, he clutched his wand. If this was a trap, he wanted to be ready. He put up the hood of his school cloak, and ducked inside.

Patrons sat in the dim room, smoke hovering just above their heads. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but then again, it was a Wizarding place, and Harry wasn't yet familiar enough with those kinds of establishments to know the difference.

He looked around and wondered what he was supposed to do now.

Someone tapped him on his shoulder. Harry spun, his wand up. Draco's eyes were wide, staring down at the tip of it. "Steady on, Potter," he hissed, pushing it away from his face.

Harry dropped it to his side. "Draco, what-?"

Draco put a finger to his lips. He took Harry's arm and dragged him to a dark corner. He looked both ways under his sheltering hood and faced Harry, leaning close. "I couldn't stand it anymore," he whispered. "I wanted to meet with you before you left. I have a room here."

"You have a r-room?" Harry's heart hammered in his chest. He was certain Draco would be able to hear it.

"Yeah. For the night. Want to come up?"

Harry gazed into those grey eyes that had haunted him for so many nights now and slowly nodded. Draco gave him a smile. A real smile. Not one of those mocking Slytherin things Draco was so good at. Harry melted and followed him up the stairs.

Draco snatched a look or two behind him to make sure Harry was there, and led him to a room at the end of the corridor. He unlocked the door, and ushered Harry in.

"So, Draco. What-" But his mouth was suddenly covered by another's lips. Draco was all over him. His hands traveled everywhere, his mouth chewed on Harry's lips, his tongue plundered his mouth. Harry was shoved against the bed post and just grabbed what he could, which turned out to be Draco's arse. He squeezed both cheeks hard and kissed back for all he was worth.

"Harry," Draco whispered, his mouth now licking a trail down Harry's neck.

Harry did his best to stay upright, but he felt as if he was hit with a jelly-legs curse. His hands left Draco's very fine arse and rose to his hair, carding his fingers through the soft strands.

Draco found Harry's lips again and mouthed them until he pulled away with a pop. He gazed at Harry under drowsy lids. "Oh Harry. I have been so wanting to do that."

"And I've wanted you to. But what are we doing here? I thought it might be a trap or something."

Draco stared at him uncomprehendingly for a moment before his eyes widened in horror. "Oh Merlin! I'm sorry. It sure must have looked like that-but hang on. Why are you here, then?"

"Well. In case it wasn't and you needed my help."

"And I suppose you didn't tell anyone where you'd gone. What if it had been a trap, you imbecile?" He pushed Harry away in frustration.

"But it wasn't."

"But you didn't know that! Good Lord. I see now how you've managed to escape the Dark Lord all this time. Dumb luck!"

"It wasn't a trap! It turned out okay. Are you going to yell at me all night or are you going to tell me what this is about?"

Draco clamped his arms over his chest. "No wonder you weren't made a Prefect. You just go looking for danger, don't you?"

Harry sighed and sat on the bed. "Draco."

Draco blew out a breath and finally relented, moving to sit beside Harry. "I just wanted you all to myself for a bit. Mother is busy, I have the galleons, so I figured 'why not?'"

Harry looked around. It was a bigger room than the one he had the last time he stayed here his third year when he blew up his Aunt Marge. "Nice room."

"Yeah." Draco peeled his cloak off and tossed it aside. He carefully reached for Harry's cloak and undid the buttons. "Why don't you get comfortable?"

Harry swallowed. His throat suddenly felt constricted. "Oh. Okay." He dragged the cloak off his shoulders and tossed it toward a chair.

Draco watched him with a feral expression. "Actually, Harry. Truth be told, I'd really like to…" His fingers started to drag down the zip on Harry's jacket. "I thought that this was a good opportunity for us to…you know. Shag. No distractions. No school. No parents. Just us. All night. What do you think?"

"Oh." Harry watched Draco's hand pull the zip the rest of the way. The jacket fell open revealing his black T-shirt.

Draco's fingers found the hem of his shirt and slid underneath, touching flesh. Harry's breath hitched. Okay. So he was going to actually do it. With a boy. With Draco Malfoy. And he suddenly felt very inadequate.

But he also had a raging erection, and his body convinced his brain he could learn.

Draco pushed the jacket down Harry's arms and pulled it free. Wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, he kissed him, smothering Harry's breath with his lips and tongue. Draco really knows how to kiss, thought Harry, doing his best to catch up. While they kissed, Draco pushed up Harry's shirt until it was bunched under his arms. Draco drew back enough to pull Harry's shirt off over his head. He quickly unbuttoned his own, threw it aside, and pressed his chest to Harry's, flesh to flesh.

That was nice. More than nice. It was warm. Hot. Draco felt good against him. He sank his face to the juncture of Draco's neck and shoulder and opened his lips to it, nuzzling, mouthing, licking. Draco moaned a delicious sound.

There was something going on at the button of his trousers. Draco's hands were working down there to open them and Harry shifted back, alarmed. Lips kissed his chin reassuringly. And then his button was open and his zip down. Draco tugged, pulling the jeans to his knees.

"Um…aren't we going a bit fast?"

Draco froze. His eyes searched Harry's. "Are we?" His hand descended to his own bulging crotch and he squeezed it. "I really want you, Harry. Can't you tell?"

Harry had a hard time dragging his gaze away from the spectacle of Draco handling his own package, but he did look up into his eyes at last. "Yeah. I can tell."

"Don't you want me?" The hand that so recently touched himself, dropped onto Harry's stiff erection that was tenting his shorts. Draco didn't just rub it with the flat of his hand as he had done on himself. His fingers actually closed around the shaft through the cloth, mapping it out. Harry jerked upright.

"I do," gasped Harry.

"Then what's the hold up? Afraid you'll get pregnant?" Draco smiled.

"No!…er…wizards can't, can they?"

"No, you idiot. Gods, Potter!"

"Oh. It's just that-"

"I know. You're a virgin. So am I. Do you want to wait?" His hand rubbed hard on Harry's prick, rolling it back and forth over Harry's belly.

There was no way Harry was going to say 'no' now.

Instead, he reached over and drew Draco's mouth in for a kiss. Harry felt the boy's hand rest on his cheek, thumb stroking. When he pulled back, Draco was smiling at him. A very sexy smile.

"Can I take down your underwear, Harry?"

Harry's breath hitched and he could only nod. Draco grasped the waistband and tugged, revealing Harry's unmistakable erection. Draco worked quickly on his own trousers and underwear. Harry took that opportunity to wriggle all the way out of his trousers and pants, toeing his shoes off and slipping off his socks. He was naked and sitting on the edge of Draco Malfoy's bed in Draco's room at the Leaky Cauldron, watching the Slytherin get out of the rest of his clothes. It couldn't get any more surreal than that, as far as Harry was concerned.

Draco tossed the last sock aside and turned to Harry. He was standing in front of him and his flushed erection was almost at Harry's eye level. "Wow, Draco," he said softly. "You are really good-looking."

"So are you, Harry. I knew you would be."

Harry reached out tentatively, and touched his fingertips to the velvety skin of Draco's cock. He'd never touched another boy's prick before. It was oddly familiar but also strange because it wasn't his own.

Draco's face was flushed, his lids hanging low. He slowly lowered himself to Harry's thighs, straddling them. When he shoved forward both cocks slid along side the other. Harry gasped. "That feels good, doesn't it?" purred Draco.

"It's brilliant," Harry breathed. His arms embraced Draco-all that white skin-and he bestowed several sloppy kisses to his lips.

Draco's cheek slid along Harry's until his lips caressed the shell of Harry's ear. "I want to shag you, Harry. Be inside you. But I want to suck you first. Is that all right?"

Harry wasn't certain about the 'being inside' him part, but he was pretty enthusiastic about the sucking thing. He nodded anyway. They could negotiate after the blowjob.

Draco eased back off of Harry's legs. "Did you find those magazines instructive?"

Harry smiled lazily. "Yeah. Very instructive."

"I only buy them myself for the articles, of course," said Draco, sinking to his knees.

Harry chuckled…until that point. Draco, naked and on his knees in front of an equally naked Harry just was no laughing matter. It was definitely a panting matter, and he was doing that in abundance.

Draco looked up at Harry and rested his hands on his thighs. They felt hot there, burning even. With a little pressure applied to them, he opened Harry's legs wider and lowered his face to kiss the inside flesh of one thigh. He opened his mouth and bit. "You smell so great, Harry. Like sweat, and arousal…and Harry." Draco ran his nose along the hairs, inhaling deeply before raising his head only slightly and inhaling the scent of Harry's hard prick.

Harry couldn't believe how hard he was. It ached and throbbed. He could feel Draco's breath on him and he wasn't certain if he would last at all if he touched it.

But Draco did touch it. With his tongue. And Harry nearly leaped from the bed. Draco clamped his hands down on his waist, holding him in place. "Whoa there," he said, as if coaxing a jumpy horse. "Keep still, Harry. I'm new at this, too, you know. But you taste so good. I'm going in for more."

That tongue stretched out again and dragged up his shaft, and a strangled noise flowed up Harry's throat, a noise he'd never made before. Of course, no one had ever put their tongue on his cock before and so some unusual things were bound to happen.

Draco licked all over Harry's cock as if it were a lolly until he finally opened his mouth and sucked the whole thing in.

Harry tried not to buck, he really did, but he wasn't as successful at it as he wanted to be. Draco didn't seem to mind, because his lips closed tightly over his flesh even while his tongue slithered all over it.

Harry was not going to last much longer. And when Draco pulled back on his cock, sucking suddenly with all his might, Harry could offer no warning. His orgasm exploded from his prick and pumped into Draco's mouth. He looked down at Draco's face, eyes closed tight, cheeks hollowed with sucking, and watched him do his best to swallow. Some cum leaked out at the corner of his mouth and trickled a white streak down to his chin. That was so hot! Harry thought he'd never seen anything as brilliant as that.

Draco let his cock go with a pop and sat back, his tongue searching for that line of cum dribbling down his face. "You taste bloody amazing, mate," he said to Harry.

"Well you felt bloody amazing."

Draco smiled and gave his own stiff cock a pull. Harry's suddenly sated feeling dissipated in a wash of heat. Now they'd gotten to the "inside" part. "Er…Draco…"

"Just lay back, Harry."

Harry didn't want to seem like a baby, worrying over something blokes did all the time, so he scooted back up the bed and lay down. Draco was suddenly above him. He had a small bottle of some clear liquid in his hand. "Do you know how long I've been thinking about this?" Harry didn't answer him. Draco licked his lips. "Well, thinking about doing it with anyone, really. But ever since I found out my quill pal was you, I wanted so badly to shag you. Even after that first day we found out."

"Th-the first day?" Harry wasn't able to stand the idea until Draco had accosted him so completely in the train loo. "You got over that pretty quick."

"I may have hated you for years, but it doesn't mean I didn't find you shaggable."

Harry's brows rose at that. "You mean, had there been an opportunity, you would have…um…shagged me before? And then hexed me?"

Draco considered and then finally nodded. "Probably… What?"

"Well that's not…I mean…" He gave up and shrugged. What difference did it make now? Draco wasn't going to hex him. And looking at his long, lean body, the white-blond pubic hair, and that really remarkable erection, Harry thought Draco was pretty shaggable, too.

But it wasn't Draco lying on his back.

Harry looked up nervously again.

"Give us your legs, Harry. Put them over my shoulders."

Yes, Harry had seen that in the magazines. When men shagged face to face, some put their legs up over their partner's shoulders so that their…entrances…were accessible to…

Oh Merlin.

Harry spread his legs to allow Draco up against him and he felt the blond grasp him by the back of his knees and hoist his legs up. It felt very vulnerable in this position, especially when Draco's prick slid up along Harry's crack under his balls.

"You look great like this," said Draco, licking his lips again. He leaned over and gave Harry a quick kiss.

Harry tried to relax. He understood the mechanics of it. If he didn't relax it was only going to hurt more. He frankly couldn't even imagine Draco shoving that thick cock of his inside his tiny hole, but he tried not to think that, and instead repeated the mantra in his head, Relax, relax…

Draco popped the lid off the little bottle with his thumb and lowered it. Harry felt a stream of cold liquid dribbling down his crack. Draco lubed his cock and Harry felt the blunt end press at his entrance. This is it. Here I am, he thought. Harry Potter. Lying in Draco Malfoy's bed, with my feet in the air and his cock at my arse. At any other time in my life this would not have boded well.

Draco's eyes locked on Harry's and he was suddenly pushing. Harry felt great pressure at his arse and then something huge tore through him. He clenched his teeth and hissed through them. "God, Draco! It hurts!"

But Draco said nothing. Like a machine, he steadily skewered Harry, despite his trying to wriggle away, despite his pleas, until he was fully seated. Then Draco stopped and threw his head back. "Oh! That feels bloody marvelous. So tight." Then, as an afterthought, he lowered his gaze again. "Are you all right?"

"Spectacular," grunted Harry. But the truth of it was, the pain had lessened after that initial assault, and just having Draco inside him wasn't all that bad now. It felt really full, but not bad. He breathed, relaxing now that the worst was over.

"There's more, you know," said Draco, voice low and seductive.

"More?" Wasn't Draco in all the way? "How big are you?"

"I don't mean me…but thanks. I mean, there's moving now. Are you ready?"

"Yes. I guess so."

Draco planted a smile on his face and rocked his hips. His cock slid out and then back in. That wasn't so bad, Harry thought. Draco did this a few times before he pulled out further and slammed in hard. Harry's whole body jostled, scooting him further up the bed. Even that wasn't so bad, and Draco repeated it a few times. It was nice, in fact, having Draco inside. It was warm and filling and intimate.

But then Draco moved, angled himself differently and slammed in again and Harry opened his eyes wide. "Oh! What was that?" A decidedly pleasant sensation vibrated through him, awakening his slumbering prick.

Draco's eyes narrowed with passion. His smile was positively reptilian. "What? You mean…that?" And he thrust into the same spot again.

Harry gasped and arched his back. "Oh God! What was that?"

"That, my love, is your prostate."

"My what?" How could something deep inside Harry fill him with so much aching pleasure? But explanations were rapidly becoming unnecessary as Draco hit that spot a third time.

"Oh Draco!" Harry raised his hips into the thrusts, trying to take more. And Draco's thrusts were coming faster. Harry was trying to keep pace. They were shagging! He and Draco were actually shagging! And it felt wonderful!

Draco was moving faster and he suddenly grabbed Harry's renewed erection and pumped it along with his thrusts. Abruptly he froze, squeezing Harry's cock almost painfully. But with jerking thrusts, he spurt hard into Harry, panting his orgasm. Harry came almost at once, covering Draco's hand with spunk and lifting his hips, feeling the twin sensations of being filled and emptying himself. He didn't ever want these feelings to stop, but slowly, Draco's thrusts lessened, and his own pulsing orgasm dwindled to a warm glow.

Draco stayed above him for another long moment before he slipped free of Harry and tumbled to the bed beside him. He dragged him into a sloppy embrace and kissed his mouth. "Oh Potter! You were bloody brilliant! So tight and hot. I knew you would be. I just knew it."

"I loved it," Harry said, somewhat surprised. "The way it felt when you filled me and then that prostate thing. That was amazing!"

"We'll have a little anatomy lesson later. Right now I'm knackered. Shall we sleep a little and start again? Or is your arse too sore?"

Harry moved to find a more comfortable spot. His arse was pretty sore but it didn't deter him from wanting to give it another go. "No. I'll be all right," he said and sighed. He snuggled into Draco's neck and kissed it. "We had sex," he said, proud of it suddenly.

Draco chuckled, quite the seductive sound with Harry's ear pressed against Draco's chest. "Yes. We sure did."

"We're not virgins anymore."

"Thank God."

"Yeah." Harry kissed him again and settled down for a nap. He wanted to shag all night and all morning before he had to leave Draco again. And they did their best to accomplish this.


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