We All Burn Sometimes

Chapter 4: Tryst

Harry Potter walked into the Great Hall. Great, he made it just in time for dinner. He flicked his eyes over to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was already seated and was currently engaged in what seemed like an interesting conversation with Blaise and company. Without any change in his countenance, Harry turned back to the Gryffindors and took his seat beside Hermione. They were having roast beef and potatoes--perfect! He was famished.

He never thought that sex sapped so much energy.

As he spooned some food onto his plate, he thought about what happened. The sex was great (it was his first time) and he couldn´t possibly think of a more fabulous way to break his virginity. He came around twice... no, thrice! He felt his ears redden as he remembered the way he and Draco screamed for more in that room. Thank Merlin for thick and soundproof oak doors.

Unavoidably, his line of thinking brought him to the subject of Draco Malfoy. Harry frowned at the thought of Malfoy being his steady boyfriend. Somehow, the Slytherin didn´t fit the image of a perfect partner in his mind--no matter how great he was with making Harry come. Draco: all that perfect skin and incredible bone structure, the beautiful mouth that licked--

"Why, Harry... you´re positively salivating. Is the roast beef that good?" Ron exclaimed, taking the vacant seat beside his friend.

Harry flushed. His thoughts couldn´t be farther from the food in front of him. "Ummm... yeah." Desperately, he changed the topic. "Where´ve you been? You were never late for dinner before."

"I was in the library, writing a letter." Ron answered easily, helping himself to the feast in front of him.

"For whom?"

This time, it was Ron´s turn to blush. "Ah...It was a letter to Bill. You know, about dragons and stuff."

Hermione frowned. "I thought Charlie was the one working with dragons."

Ron´s blush deepened. His eyes started flickering left to right. "Oh... yeah, I forgot. Well, I meant Charlie then." He quickly shoved a big portion of potatoes in his mouth, preventing him from answering any more questions.

Harry turned back to his food. Hmmm... Ron was definitely hiding something. He would have to find out soon what his friend was keeping a secret. Ron never kept secrets. This must be big.

The idea of Ron keeping secrets from them reminded Harry of his own "secret." His tryst with Malfoy would have to remain hidden from his friends. They would never make him live it down. He could just imagine Hermione:

"But he is positively despicable, Harry. Remember, his father was a Death Eater."

Or Ron:

"You let that miserable git touch you? How could you?!? He must be the lowest scum on the planet. Except for You-Know-Who but you´ve already killed that scum last year."

Yup. Sex with Draco Malfoy would have to be a secret.

Harry licked his lips. The boy may be a downright asshole but he sure pushed Harry´s buttons the right way. In spite of his hatred for the handsome Slytherin, he was looking for another opportunity to fuck him. And get fucked in return. He remembered Draco´s last words. Yes, they would be meeting soon. No doubt about that.

Later, along with the other Gryffindors, the three friends walked to Gryffindor tower, discussing the latest Transfiguration lesson and the latest Longbottom Potions disaster. As they entered the common room with its bright lights, Hermione and Ron saw Harry clearly for the first time that evening.

"Harry! Your face! And your neck!" Hermione looked shocked as she pointed to his respective body parts.

Harry quickly felt the section of his neck she was referring to and he felt a slight pain as he pressed the area near his right collarbone. A bruise must be forming. And a large red welt was apparent on his left cheek.

"What the hell happened?" Ron asked, worried.

"Um.. this is nothing."

"You got bruised looking for your glitter ball?" the redhead wasn´t buying it.

Harry wracked his brains for a believable explanation. Aha! "I got into a fight with Malfoy. He pushed me down the stairs." Brilliant.

***

"Potter pushed me down the stairs."

Blaise scowled as he surveyed the scratches on Draco´s arms.

"Well, you´re lucky you weren´t injured too seriously. I hope you didn´t let him get away with it."

Draco smirked. "Don´t worry about that. He was pretty beat up when I left him."

Boy, was he beat up. Draco was sure the Potter boy wouldn´t be able to walk around half naked for a while. His chest and back must be filled with scratches. Draco couldn´t help it. That beautiful creamy skin looked so delectable he just had to taste it. He must have been too enthusiastic with his sampling though. He used his teeth more than once.

Draco thought about Potter as he dressed for bed. He definitely intended to see the prat again. Strictly for sex, of course. He couldn´t imagine carrying on anything serious with that goody-goody. Their relationship would have to be purely physical. It wouldn´t be the first time for him. The Slytherin heartthrob was a great advocate of casual sex: no strings attached, thank you. Usually, Draco slept with a girl once and forgot about her the next moment. He wouldn´t think of them meeting up again anytime in the near future which for him was, like, a month? But so far, Harry Potter was the best lay he ever had. It was surprising for Draco, seeing as it had been his first time with a guy. Man, he sure was a great lay. Yes, he was definitely using Harry Potter again. Very soon.

***

The next morning, during breakfast, Draco decided to temporarily delay his search for a girlfriend. That particular mission wasn´t working out and he didn´t have the inclination for it anymore. He could always pick up where he left off. Besides, why the rush? He was single, yes, but he was also young with his whole life in front of him. Plenty of time for commitment and all that muck. Right now, he wanted to have fun.

And for the moment, he planned to spend the entire morning practicing Quidditch. The weather was perfect--a beautiful sunny Sunday. They would be playing against Gryffindor and he couldn´t possibly stomach another defeat from the Golden Boy of Hogwarts. Oh, Draco was good, but Harry was better. Gryffindor was the only team Slytherin was never able to beat. Draco had to practice a lot if he wants to smash the Boy Who Lived in the next match.

With Greg and Vincent, the beaters, Blaise, who played keeper, and the other team members, Draco made his way to the Quidditch pitch. Wearing their green uniforms, the team proudly wielded their new Firebolt 3´s--courtesy of the ever generous Lucius Malfoy. Walking, they encountered the Gryffindor team who had just finished practice and were on their way to the showers. Draco grinned in derision as he noticed that Harry looked particularly tired.

"Too feeble to play hard, Potter? The geezer look suits you." He called out, insultingly.

Harry faced him angrily. "Stuff it, Malfoy." He turned away and stomped towards the showers.

Draco smirked as he mounted the Firebolt 3. Great broom, great team, an insult delivered to Potter before lunch. It was going to be a good day.

***

After dinner, Harry decided to walk alone and not join Hermione and Ron for a while. He needed to think.

Think about Draco Malfoy, to be exact.

He decided to head towards the gardens. He would be alone there, a perfect place to meditate.

As he made his way along the rosebushes, he thought of last night´s occurrence. Was Malfoy serious when he said that he meant to see Harry again? The Slytherin was notorious for his one night stands. He slept with girls and forgets about their existence the next day. Was Harry such a conquest? Maybe the slimy git just wanted to prove that he could seduce his enemy to stroke his ego. Harry was starting to get fully angry at the thought when he felt someone grab him from the path.

He was hurriedly dragged into one of the greenhouses by his attacker. As the yet unnamed person closed the door, Harry turned to see who it was. Draco Malfoy. Of course.

Luckily, he led them to a greenhouse that housed the pretty orchids. Very fragrant but relatively harmless. God forbid if they sneaked into the one where the plants were bigger than you and endeavored to bite your head every time you passed.

"I had a hard time finding you. Why´d you have to walk so far, Potter? Next time, I won´t follow." The blond was breathing hard from their short sprint, his face frowning in annoyance over his efforts.

"Why so eager to see me, Malfoy?" Harry cocked a brow.

The blonde smiled and replied silkily. "Isn´t it obvious?" He moved towards Harry, touching the others cheek. He bent closer, breathing deeply. Inhaling Harry´s scent into his system.

Draco opened his eyes and stared into Harry´s green depths. "I want more of you, Potter."

He took a step backward and surveyed the other boy. "You´re wearing too many clothes for my liking. Strip now." Same old Draco. So demanding.

Harry grinned and unbuttoned his robes. "I thought you´d never ask."

As soon as they were both naked, Draco hurriedly fixed a makeshift bed on the floor with their robes and pulled Harry down with him. He fastened his eyes on the wide expanse of Harry´s chest. Oh, what a sight! He kissed it, softly at first, warming his tongue to the taste. Vanilla and cream. It was making him heady. His whole body was pulsing for Harry. He licked and bit his way down, past Harry´s stomach, his hips, and his long glorious legs while the other boy writhed and moaned in satisfaction. Seeing the other´s pleasure with his ministrations, Draco playfully nipped Harry´s ankles, creating teeth marks on the soft skin. He moved upwards again, taking his time. Harry was so delicious.

Draco put his hands on each side of Harry, facing the Gryffindor, their erections rubbing together. They were both breathing hard, eager for it. Harry looked so intense, staring that way. Draco started to separate Harry´s legs when the other boy shook his head closed them together again.

Surprised, Draco asked "Don´t you want this?"

With a sly smile, Harry flipped over. In an instant, Draco was the one lying underneath him. "I want to fuck you tonight."

Draco only had time to sputter a hoarse yes before Harry started to drive him over the edge, kissing and rubbing his way across the blonde´s perfect form. Harry was licking and teasing his erection when Draco screamed for him to get to it. He was coming any second now. Soon enough, he felt Harry inside him, pounding, pounding...so good.

"Aaaaahhhh..." Their shouts mingled as they brought each other to orgasm.

Panting, Harry collapsed over Draco. Their breathing slowed after a few moments. When he felt Harry move, Draco assumed the boy was about to get up. Instead, Harry started to lick Draco´s cum from the blonde´s body. So soon after orgasm, Draco felt himself grow hard again. He had to say something soon before he lost all power for speech, make the matter clear for the brunette Gryffindor.

"Potter, you must understand that this (gasp!) is purely sexual... Hah...ah...yes, there."

Harry looked up quizzically. "Of course, Malfoy. I have no intention of marrying you, you know."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I just wanted to make things clear. Now, get on with that."
Harry grinned his boyish smile and continued licking. Draco closed his eyes blissfully. Life was good.

Chapter 5: Heat

Draco Malfoy pushed his half-finished breakfast away from him. He couldn´t possibly eat. In a few hours, he´d be facing Harry Potter. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The match of the season. He pondered silently, oblivious to the longing and admiring looks from all over the room.

He hadn´t talked to Potter since that night in the greenhouse a week ago. Already, it seemed like a year. That night, in bed, he made a resolution to stop seeking Potter. That night was to be the last, no more. It really wasn´t seemly. There he was, the ultra-popular Draco Malfoy, chasing after the Boy Who Lived like a bitch in heat. His policy had always been "One girl, one night." There were a few exceptions but he had always been careful to leave a long period in between meetings, to make it clear that it meant nothing. But then, Potter was no girl. Oh no... all that soft skin on that hard body...

Draco, you are being positively irrational about this! His inner voice screamed.

Still, that didn´t make him stop thinking of the way Potter played him like a fiddle, the way Potter made his hands sweat during breakfast whenever Draco heard his voice from across the room. He felt a little annoyed with himself, thinking about his archenemy so often. But then, nobody had ever made him burn with hatred and lust at the same time. Like Draco was feeling now. Damn! He wanted Potter writhing beneath him like mad. Right now.

He snuck a look at the Gryffindors. As usual, the Golden Boy was sitting with his goody-goody friends. They were talking animatedly, Ron was laughing and slapping Harry on the back. Hah! Probably about something really boring like that Mudblood´s bottle cap collection. Then, suddenly, Harry´s silvery laughter flew across the room, and Draco nearly came on his chair.

He snorted with disgust and left his housemates staring after him with curiosity as he swept out of the Great Hall. From the Gryffindor table, a pair of green eyes watched his every move.

***

The bedroom door opened, revealing two people, hurriedly kissing and ripping each others´ clothes off their backs. The taller began to push the other down the bed when the shorter one stopped him.

"Wait..." gasping, "Has anybody seen us go up?"

"No." Impatient. Kissing.

Stopped again. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," the voice was now laced with annoyance, "why so paranoid?"
Eyelashes fluttered. "I have to keep my reputation, you know."

Hands caressed the oval face. "I don´t know why I can´t stop seeing you. You so hate to be seen with me."

A small, apologetic kiss. "I´m sorry. It´s nothing personal. It´s just that--"

"Ssshhh... I know." Kissed back. "I understand."

Pause. "I think love you."

Sad smile. "Don´t say anything you don´t understand."

A short silence. Smile. Wicked teeth gleamed.

A robe thrown on the floor.

"Great. Now, let´s begin. I´ve been waiting for this all morning."

***

That afternoon, the stands were bursting with people. As usual, the whole school turned up to see the showdown between the two rival houses: Gryffindor and Slytherin. The air absolutely pulsed with tension.

Harry Potter licked his lips. His body was humming in response to the atmosphere. Eager for the win--he always fed on the crowd´s apprehension. It excited him intensely. Quidditch was something he loved and did well. And for most of his years in Hogwarts, it had been enough to sustain his appetites.

Until Draco Malfoy showed him another way.

Harry frowned. He couldn´t let that ferret-face destroy his concentration now. Gryffindor had to win. They had lost the last match against Ravenclaw (something Harry had not yet forgiven himself for). The team couldn´t possibly take another loss if they meant to go for the cup. He mustn´t let that gorgeous, blonde, sexy-assed... Aaarrrghh! This isn´t working. Harry shook his head, and gave his consciousness a mental shake. This was definitely the wrong time and place to think about sex.

From across the field, he saw Ron give him a reassuring wave. Harry felt his insides calm. Yes, he must think about the team. He watched Ron confer with the chasers: Seamus, and two lower years. His redheaded friend had joined the team during their fifth year as the keeper, and what a damn good keeper he was. This year, they had voted him captain, acknowledging his unique gift for planning and strategy, something Harry had noticed long-ago whenever they played chess. The team didn´t regret their decision. Ron was as responsible as Oliver Wood when it came to being the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team--and that´s saying a lot.

A light drizzle started, making it a little harder to see from a distance. Madame Hooch blew her whistle. The game was on.

Harry watched Draco fly over the stands, stormy blue eyes searching for the snitch. Ice blonde hair stuck to the sides of his face, blending with the pale skin. He looked beautiful.

Harry breathed slowly, taking his eyes away from the Slytherin. He lifted his own broom and scanned the pitch for the elusive little golden ball. He felt the old excitement as the heard the crowds cheer. Seamus had scored a goal. Harry´s mind left all thoughts of Draco behind as only one thought burned in his brain: winning the match for Gryffindor.

***

Harry entered the Gryffindor shower rooms with the rest of the team, giddy with the win. Slytherin had given them a good game: it took a good one hour and twenty minutes for Harry to catch the snitch. Draco sure led him on a merry chase.

A merry chase.

Harry frowned as the warm water hit him. He lathered the soap on his body absentmindedly. Draco Malfoy... He never talked to Harry again after that incredible night at the greenhouse. Was that it? Just a quick shag in the corner and now that it´s over they should just go their separate ways? Was sex that cold? Maybe Malfoy just meant for it to be that way.

Harry felt a growing feeling of something akin to disappointment in his chest. He gave himself a mental shake as he shampooed his messy hair. There was nothing to be disappointed about. They agreed it was nothing. He himself wanted it that way. And why the hell was he trying to convince himself anyway? It was nothing. Nothing! Draco hated him, and he hated Draco, or did he? Immersed in his thoughts, he scraped his scalp a little harder than he was supposed to.

"Ouch! Bloody hell!" Harry cursed loudly as he massaged his tender scalp under the warm spray of the shower.

He looked around. He was alone now. He didn´t realize he spent so much time showering that Ron and Seamus had already gone.

Harry turned off the shower and stepped from the steamy stall. He shook the droplets of water from his body, feeling the coolness of the air in contrast to the water´s warmth. He walked quickly to where the towels were located and wrapped a white cotton towel around himself.

"Pity... I was starting to enjoy the view."

Harry spun around. Draco was leaning on the wall, already dressed. His slicked back hair was still damp, proving that he had just come from the shower himself. He was looking at Harry in such a way that made the green-eyed Gryffindor´s knees weaken. Draco looked hungry. Very hungry.

He slowly walked to Harry, who didn´t move from his place. He examined the other boy, walking around him like a collector inspecting a rare piece of sculpture. Harry felt his eyes on his body, burning a path across his skin. For some reason, the Slytherin made him feel so hot, he didn´t feel the November chill on his skin though he was half-naked.

Draco stopped in front of Harry, looking at him, eye-to-eye. He leaned closer, past Harry´s lips, a whisper of a kiss on his cheek, and breathed into Harry´s hair. The dark-haired boy gasped and moved back, staring at the blonde in shock. The hair on the back of Harry´s neck stood on end and his whole body tingled from that action. That was so...so...

"You owe me a snitch." Draco stared into his eyes, his expression feral.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. "I... I won fair and square, Malfoy."

"Hmmm... not really." Draco suddenly smiled. "You distracted me. I would´ve won if you didn´t look delightfully edible sitting on that broom."

Heat rose from Harry´s cheeks and traveled all the way to his toes. Darn this Slytherin. He must have charmed him with a spell. Maybe even a Potion. It was impossible for him to react this much over such a simple compliment. Or was it just?

"What do you want?" Harry breathed.

"You." For one moment, Harry thought that Draco was about to kiss him. But the Slytherin took a step back, his expression turning serious. An awkward silence hung between them. Finally, Draco spoke.

"I have a proposition."

Harry cocked his head. This sounded interesting. He motioned for the other to continue.

"I know you want me, Harry. As much as I want you. Don´t try to deny it." Draco´s lips were arranged in a half-smile, daring the Gryffindor to say otherwise. Harry remained silent. Draco took that as an encouragement and continued.

"I want to... I want to keep seeing you." Draco took a deep breath. "I need to keep seeing you. For some reason, I..." He paused again. "We should continue to be together. You know what I mean. But not as--"

"You want to see me regularly in secret." Harry finished for him. He understood what the Slytherin wanted. In truth, he wanted to say the same thing. His craving for Draco only grew stronger after a week of separation. He wanted to feel him again. Touch him in very intimate ways he had never imagined doing to anyone before. But, of course, no one should know. Going public on this would be unthinkable. After all, it was only an affair. A purely physical one. Sordid but thrilling.

Draco nodded. "You do understand the importance of secrecy, Potter?"

Harry smiled. "Of course. The cock of Slytherin with me? Hah!"

"I can´t be seen with anybody." Draco straightened, smiling faintly. "Why don´t we shake on this, Potter? Make it formal." He offered his right hand.

Harry offered his. They shook. Harry marveled at their joined hands. Cream and alabaster. The contract was made.

Before Harry´s hand could be released, Draco pulled him into a short kiss. "I´ll see you later. Tonight. I´ll tell you when." Draco whispered on his lips.

In an instant, Harry was alone again in the shower room. He sighed as he looked down at the obvious lump beneath his towel.

"Down boy. You´re not getting any `til tonight."
***

Ron Weasley tiptoed to the Owlery, careful not to wake the sleeping school owls. He tapped Pigwidgeon´s cage until the little owl was awake.

"Sorry to disturb you, Pig, but I really need you to deliver this. It´s terribly important."

He opened the cage, allowing the tiny owl to hop into his hand. Pig stretched his wings and seemed to cock his head in assent. Ron handed him a white envelope, carefully handling it as if it contained something very precious.

"Don´t lose it. Be careful."

Pig clutched the letter and, giving Ron one last affectionate tweak on his finger, flew away into the night.

The redheaded boy stood silently beneath the window for some time, watching the disappearing form of his owl. The reply would take a few days. Until then, he would have to wait. Just as he always did.

***

Draco sauntered to the Dungeons. He was feeling particularly good today. They lost the game but he had managed to make a deal. A pretty good one. Potter´s body had developed into an obsession. Draco simply had to get what he wanted. He licked his lips in anticipation, imagining the prone form of Harry Potter on his bed. Rich cream on dark green. He took the trouble of making sure that Blaise, Vincent, and Greg wouldn´t be around later that night. He had to bribe Pansy to distract them by taking them somewhere, he didn´t care where as long as the bedroom would be empty when he needed it. He wasn´t inclined to fucking Potter with an audience. Potter, yes... The boy may be a real son of a bitch but his body... his body was pure heaven.

Draco closed his eyes, lost in his fantasy, when suddenly, two arms that came from nowhere grabbed him and dragged him into a room.

He blinked his eyes rapidly, adjusting to the dim light. The windows of the classroom were open, letting in the faint light of the moon. Aside from that, there was no other illumination. Except for Harry Potter´s eyes.

They were looking at him wickedly now. His hands were slowly caressing Draco´s arms, making the blonde shudder with pleasure.

"Sorry. I couldn´t wait." Harry paused. "Does this deal entitle me to some rights and privileges over your very luscious body?"

How could one possibly answer such a question? Draco nodded mutely. Grinning, Harry got to work.

A good hour later...

"Potter?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I´m not through with you yet."

"I meant my bed."

"Oh... Well, in that case, sure."

Pause.

"Won´t anyone be in your room?"

Silver eyes twinkled. "No. You´re all mine tonight."