Muggle Studies

Harry lay in bed, his mind swirling with thoughts of four-wheelers and Draco Malfoy. He had no idea of what had come over him during their first Muggle Studies class. He had felt so happy... So warm... So... what was he trying to say? What was the sentence that would say everything he wanted it too. Ahh. Yes.

He just felt so right with his arms around Draco. He felt so right with Draco's hands in his hair, with Draco's lips on his. He just felt so right with Draco.

He thought back to the crazy, half-formed plan he had made as they had headed back to the castle from their afternoon in the forest on the muggle machines.

Could he do it? He would have to wait until tomorrow... Surely no Slytherins would be up and going into their dorm this late at night... He also needed to make sure that no one would wake up in the middle of the night and check his bed... He wouldn't want them to think that Voldemort had him...

He lay there in bed, planning the best way to seduce Draco (not that he thought it would take much effort!), until the sun started shining through his window. Only then did he roll over and fall asleep.

**

At eight o'clock, approximately two hours after Harry fell asleep, he was rudely awoken by something large, red, and animated. No, it wasn't an owl... or even Crookshanks. No, he was woken by his best friend, Ron. Immediately he winced... He'd have to do something about Ron, he mustn't find out what Harry was planning.

Ron didn't notice Harry's discomfort as he yanked his best friend out of bed. "Come on Harry! Lets go to breakfast!"

Harry gave Ron a suspicious look. "Why are you up so early? Voluntarily? And... dare I say it... cheerfully?"

Ron just gave him a cheeky grin. "I don't know what you are talking about. Now hurry up, Hermione is waiting!!"

Harry grinned as it all clicked together, and then did as his friend bid him, and hurried up.

When they got downstairs, they found that Hermione was indeed waiting for them. Harry rolled his eyes at Ron's eagerness to stand beside Hermione, and followed along in their wake as they made their way downstairs for breakfast.

Once the trio was gathered around the Gryffindor table, Harry told Ron and his other dorm mates his excuse. "I'm not going to be in the room tonight, mates." He grinned and the other boys started winking. Well, besides Ron, who blushed and added "Me either... I hope."

Harry gaped at Ron, and then turned to look at where Hermione sat engaged in a fiery debate with Ginny. What they were debating about, he couldn't tell you... He never could understand the "girl" lingo... Harry turned back to his best friend and raised an eyebrow. Ron just shrugged before spreading butter on his toast and chowing down.

As the day wore on, Harry found himself getting more and more nervous. I know that he is attracted to me, he made that quite clear yesterday... And yet...

Finally, the day was over and the castle was starting to clear out. Harry pulled his invisibility cloak out of his bag, and followed a loose Slytherin back to the dungeons. Harry stood right behind the Slytherin (who, he noticed with disgust, happened to be Pansy) while she said the password to the stature who guarded the entrance. "Rattlesnakes." Harry made a mental note of the password... Just in case.

He slipped in behind Pansy, trailing close enough to smell the nauseating stench of her intermingled sweat and perfume. Gah! Does she ever shower?

He wandered around the Slytherin dorm, trying to determine which was the boys dorm, and how to find Draco. After awhile, Pansy went upstairs to bed, so Harry headed to the other staircase.

He had just gotten to the second step when the staircase turned into a slide, sending him flying back into the Slytherin Common Room. He immediately adjusted his cloak, hiding behind an overstuffed armchair as the Slytherins turned to look.

"Hmm.. I wonder who tried to sneak into the girls' rooms?" some one said, and Harry blushed.

Good thing my cloak managed to stay on... he thought to himself as he stood carefully and made his way to the stairs... to the other stairs.

As he headed up, he wondered who Pansy was there to see. Please, don't let it be Draco. He opened the doors ahead of him, and peeked his head through, hoping he had gotten the right one.

Pansy stood in front of him, talking to a boy that Harry didn't recognize at first. As the two fell onto the bed, Harry realized two things. First, that they hadn't been talking, as he had thought... and second, that not only was it not Draco, it was not even some one in their year, but rather, in the year below them.

Am I to have no good luck tonight? Harry thought--grumbled--to himself as he headed for the next door down. At least Pansy wasn't after Draco...

Harry slid through the next door, careful to keep his invisibility cloak close. Success.

There sat Draco, his pale skin shining in the pale lamp light. He was reclined on his bed, his feet crossed at the ankles. His fitted black pants accentuated his small waist, and his open-neck green shirt brought out the paleness of his hair in a shining silvery wave. Harry expelled a breath he did not realize he had been holding as the rest of the seventh year Slytherin boys filed into the room.

As they started talking and joking around, Harry made his way over to Draco's bed. He leaned over the bed, careful not to sit down or bump the bed. He placed his mouth as close to Draco's ear as he could without touching it, and whispered to him, "Malfoy. If you had fun yesterday, then let me know." He then withdrew a few steps, and waited for some kind of response.

Draco looked around wild eyed for a bit, his eyes searching the room, wondering where Harry's voice had come from. Blaise saw him, and asked him what his problem was.

"Nothing, Blaise. I'm going to bed."

Draco then started to pull his curtains shut around his bed, calling out to the boys as he did so. "Make sure that I'm not disturbed, all right?" The boys nodded agreement before picking up their lively Quidditch debate where they had left off.

Harry watched all of this with his fists clenched tight, hoping against reason that Draco was doing this for him. Draco looked in the direction that Harry's voice had come from, and murmured softly.

"You can come in, Potter."

Harry's face was almost split in half by the wideness of his grin as he scurried back to Draco's side, jumping onto the bed just as Draco finished closing of the curtain. He hurried to take off his invisibility cloak as he heard Draco cast a silencing charm around them.

Harry turned to look at Draco when he finally got the cloak off, his eyes drinking in the wonderful (and arousing) site of the boy in front of him. Draco's unreadable eyes were scanning Harry head to toe, and Harry was glad that he had decided on comfortable fitted blue jeans, and his soft red t-shirt. He almost giggled as he realized that both of them were wearing their house colors, but he bit it off quickly. Nerves.

Draco smiled. "I did enjoy our Muggle Studies lesson, Harry. Didn't you?"

For answer, Harry scooted closer to Draco. His heart was pounding, and his mouth was dry, but he managed to get his point across when he pressed his lips to Draco.

If felt like Heaven. It was so right, so perfect. The boys sat there for a few seconds, their mouths barely touching. If felt like forever, like everything they ever needed was there in that kiss. They could see their past, present, and futures in each other's lips.

Draco's lips parted, and he pulled Harry's lower lip into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it in turn. He pulled back and grinned when Harry moaned low in his throat. "Like that, did we?"

Harry growled, laughing, before reaching his hands up to run them through Draco's soft, shining hair. Suddenly, his fingers tightened on the blonde locks, and he forcefully pulled Draco's lips back against his. His tongue swirled over Draco's mouth, and this time it was Draco's turn to moan as Harry's tongue demanded entry to the hidden darkness of the Slytherin's mouth.

Draco tugged at Harry's t-shirt, pulling away from the sweetness of his mouth long enough to slip the cotton shirt over Harry's head. Harry's fingers traveled from Draco's hair to his shirt, fiddling with the buttons. The boys started kissing again, and Draco never realized exactly how or when Harry got his shirt off. All he realized was that suddenly, Harry's bare chest was pressed tight against his bare chest, and that it was sending shivers of delight down his spine.

Harry was shivering too. He tried to stop it, but the more that Draco rubbed against him, and the more that Draco's hands traveled down low on his back, or cubbed his arse, or played with his hair, the more he shivered. Eventually, he pulled away from Draco, and started tugging the blonde's pants down to his ankles.

Draco blinked. He hadn't even realized that Harry had unbuttoned his pants to begin with. I've really got to start paying more attention, he thought, before passion filled his head once again. He watched with hooded eyes as Harry shed his own pants, and reached out to pull the raven haired boy back into his arms. Draco's hands traveled more leisurely now, drifting slowly down Harry's arm, down Harry's back, down the back of Harry's thigh. He slowly brought it around to the front, and then quickly reached between his legs to grasp Harry fully.

Harry gasped, and arched his pelvis involuntarily. He reached for his invisibility cloak, and pulled out the small tube of lubricant that he had brought with him. Draco smiled when he saw that. "Do you always come prepared?"

Harry grinned. "Yes." That was all he got out though, because Draco's lips were once again grinding against his as Harry twisted the cap off of the tube. Draco sighed when Harry took him in hand, looking surprised as Harry started putting the lubricant on him.

"You sure?" he asked Harry, who smiled.

"Yes." This was, once again, all he got out, because Draco pounced on him, rolling him over onto his back.

"You're mine, Harry." Draco told him, clouded blue eyes gazing into the fiery dark green eyes below him. Draco sighed. Why does this feel so right?

Draco pushed into Harry, sighing as he did so. Harry groaned too, and at first Draco thought he had hurt him. When he looked at the Gryffindor, though, he realized that he was smiling. Draco reached down between them to grab ahold of Harry, before rolling them over so that Harry was on top of Draco.

Harry smiled, and pushed himself up. He started moving up and down, slowly at first. Soon, however, his passion increased, and so did his speed. Draco's hands were doing marvelous things, and the boys both came at the same time, letting go in an instantaneous and long burst of pleasure.

Afterwards, Harry lay in Draco's arms. Draco stroked the Gryffindors back softly, and eventually, they fell asleep.

Dreams of their night together sustained floated through each head, and both of the boys hoped that Professor Ssussun had another fun-filled Muggle Studies lesson planned for the next day.

And their time together was just so right.