Dragon Tamer

And Draco, pushed up against the wall, his arms pinned to his sides, with a furious Harry Potter on top of him, was beginning to feel a little afraid.

And, inexplicably, a little turned on.

"Wait, Harry, I can explain -

"I thought I told you to shut up." Harry still had a dangerous glint in his eyes, and was looking at Draco with a poignant mixture of anger and hurt.

"Since when do I take orders from you, Potter?" Draco may have been scared, but he wasn't exactly the submissive type. And he had never been particularly good at shutting up.

Harry slammed him back against the wall. "Don't get smart with me, Malfoy," he all but snarled. He looked straight in Draco's eyes, and Draco shivered involuntarily. "Give me one reason not to dump your ass right now and send you crawling back to your father and your happily ever after with Parkinson."

Draco took a deep breath. Honesty was probably the only thing that could save him now. "Because...well, because I...um...I really want to be with you."

Well. That wasn't the answer Harry had been expecting.

"What?" said Harry, blinking, relaxing his hold on Draco slightly, suddenly not quite so angry.

Draco's cheeks flushed slightly pink and he looked down at his feet. "I...well, I kind of fancy you." Harry's hold on Draco lessened even more as he stared at the blonde incredulously.

"I don't....I don't understand," said Harry. "If you wanted to be with me, why did you pretend to sleep with Oliver?"

Draco blushed a little harder. "Well, see, I really like you," he mumbled to the floor. "And I was really jealous yesterday. That's why I set this all up. I wanted you to be jealous too."

Harry released his hold on Draco completely, and Draco became aware of a pounding sensation in his chest as the anger and hurt slowly drained out of Harry's eyes.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Draco explained, a little sheepishly. "I didn't think you actually cared about me, so I just thought you'd be jealomaybe angry. But not hurt. I feel terrible and I'm really sorry. Forgive me?"

He looked so forlorn and sincere and adorable, with big grey eyes and uncharacteristically messy hair, still blushing slightly from his confession that Harry, as much as he wanted to stay angry, found himself melting.

He sighed and rolled his eyes at Draco. "You are a complete brat, you know that?" he asked, brushing a lock of hair out of Draco's eyes. "But I forgive you," he smiled, enjoying the way the silvery grey orbs lit up with happiness at his response. He leaned in close to whisper, "But only because I fancy you too." And letting his eyes flicker shut he closed the distance between their faces and pressed his lips to Draco's in a sweet, loving kiss.

Draco made a small noise that was almost a whimper, and entwined his arms around Harry's neck, returning the kiss and sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth. The kiss quickly became heated as a week's worth of sexual tension between the two boys rose like a tidal wave in both of them. Harry ran his arms down Draco's back a them around his waist, pulling Draco tightly against his body. After a few minutes of passionate kissing Harry pulled Draco away from the wall and the two of them made their way to Harry's bed, Harry's fingers struggling with the buttons on Draco's shirt. They kept their lips tightly together, pausing only momentarily to pull Harry's t-shirt over his head.

Harry felt the back of his knees hit the bed and fell backwards, Draco on top of him, Harry sliding Draco's shirt off his arms as they tumbled down together, caressing every inch of skin now uncovered. He marveled at the way Draco's body felt under his hands, unwilling to stop touching him for even an instant. He nipped gently at Draco's neck, causing the blonde to gasp and grind into him.

"Oh, God," Harry groaned as jolts of pleasure shot through him. Draco gave him a sexy smirk and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"You like that Harry?" he asked playfully, rotatis hips over Harry's, trailing kisses over Harry's neck and ear. Harry just moaned in frustration.

"You better not be teasing me, Draco," he whispered into the blonde's ear, gasping as Draco began rocking their hips together in earnest.

"No teasing," smirked Draco. "At least, not this time," he added mischievously. He leaned down to suck on Harry's neck. Harry countered by running his hands up and down Draco's back and shoulders. Draco returned to kissing Harry's mouth, and for the next few minutes nothing mattered by lips, tongue, warm skin and the increasing pleasure building in each of their bodies.

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Draco collapsed on top of Harry, and the two lay flush together for a couple minutes, breathing heavily. Finally, Draco propped himself up to look at Harry and smiled.

"Good?"

"Oh yes. Quite," Harry replied, eyes closed.

The two lay in companionable silence for a few moments before Harry finally spoke again.

"You really are an unbelievable prat, Malfoy," Harry said, lazily and rather affectionately, running his fingers through Draco's hair.

Draco just yawned. "That's not what you what you were thinking just a couple minutes ago," he said, nuzzling into Harry's neck.

"Quiet you." Harry swatted him playfully. "Honestly, I can't believe you staged that whole thing with Oliver. I was ready to kill him, I hope you know."

"Yes, I know. You were quite jealous. Now that you know how it feels, I think you owe me an apology for saying that my jealousy was out of control."

"WHAT?" Harry's mouth dropped open and he turned to look at Draco. "I don't think so. No apologies for you. In fact, you should be ashamed of yourself, pulling such a horrible stunt on me."

"What can I say? I'm a naughty, naughty boy."

"I should punish you."

"Yes, you should."

"I intend to. I plan to make you very sorry for all this nonsense."

"Of course you do. But in the meantime, less talking, more kissing." And to accentuate his point he lifted his face up to plant a kiss on Harry's lips, who quickly returned it, and the two spent a few moments happily snogging each other. The kiss was just beginning to heat up when Harry pulled away and looked at Draco suspiciously.

"You've been teasing me all week on purpose, haven't you? Getting me all riled up with no intention of coming through. Prick."

"Oh, don't be such a baby. Surely it was worth it for what we just did."

"Hmm, perhaps. But you should know that I'm nowhere near done with you yet," Harry said meaningfully.

"Oh, you're not?" Draco tried to speak casually, but his blood was beginning to race again.

"Not by a long shot." And with a sudden agile movement Harry rolled them over, flipping Draco off of him and onto his back on the mattress, and kneeling above his suddenly prone body he began to kiss the Slytherin again.

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Much later, Draco crawled up Harry's body and pressed a sweet kiss against his mouth, then snuggled up against his side with his head on Harry's chest. Harry smiled rather dazedly at Draco and then closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around the blonde and burying his nose into Draco's soft, silvery hair.

After a few moments, Draco spoke. "So you do realize that now you're my real boyfriend, don't you?"

"Bugger," said Harry. "Am I really?"

Draco smiled, amused. "Oh yes. You're all mine now."

Harry sighed dramatically. "Well, I suppose it could be worse, although truthfully I really don't see how."

Draco smacked his arm. "You shut up. You are exceedingly lucky, you know. You now have a boyfriend who is devastatingly smart, witty, charming, gorgeous and rich."

"You forgot vain, spoiled and disturbingly manipulative."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

Harry snorted. At this point the boys were interrupted by loud knocking on the door and some muffled voices.

"Ah. My roommates. Probably want to get back in their room," said Harry lazily, not making any movement to the door.

"Yes. I would suppose they do," Draco returned, not lifting his head from Harry's chest. They lay together for a few more moments, listening as the voices transitioned from requests and comments to outright yelling.

"Still, I suppose we really ought to let them in," said Harry finally, with noticeable reluctance. Draco merely yawned and snuggled a bit closer to Harry.

"I suppose we ought to," he replied, a bit muffled as his head was now buried in Harry's neck. The yelling had escalated into threats now, followed by heavy pounding on the door.

"Then again," said Harry thoughtfully, "Neither of us has really been very good at doing what we ought to be doing. Why start now?"

"Too right you are," said Draco sleepily, and the new boyfriends snuggled up together and fell asleep.

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