SNAPE GRIMACED AS HE heard the knocks on the dungeon door. He could hear the two bickering from three corridors away, and was already sick of it. He couldn't imagine sitting through an entire hour and a half of their teenage whining. . . Especially that of the Potter brat.

"Enter" he called, and the old door creaked open, revealing two fifth year boys, one with blonde hair and a pale, pointed face, and the other with unkempt black hair, round glasses that covered her eyes, and a thin, lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had arrived.

It had been the night before, where they had both been discovered by Snape, sneaking out of bed. Harry, Snape had expected this from. Malfoy, however, was a surprise, but Snape was angrier at him for his poor representation of Slytherin house.

But apparently Snape wasn't the only one who had caught Draco out of bed in the past few days. The other heads of house had come to him, saying that they too had caught him out and about, and that their punishments seemed to be having no effect on him.

They pushed Snape into giving both boys detention. The only problem was, Snape hadn't the faintest idea what he wanted to do to punish them.

But as the two teens walked up to Snape's desk, he distinctly heard one whisper something to the other. The whisper reminded him of something that had happened several years prior. As the boys reached his desk, Snape's face broke into a grin. He knew what their punishment would be.

"Oh, shove off, Malfoy" Harry snorted in response to the latest of his pale companions snide remarks. He and Draco Malfoy had the luck of being caught out of bed by Snape, and were just then turning down the corridor to the potion master's office for their detention, which was sure to be doubly horrible.

"Oh, sure, Potter. Roll your eyes. You just think you're better than everyone because you're Dumbledore's favorite, but you aren't special at all".

"I said shove off, Malfoy!" Harry repeated, exasperated. The next second they had reached the door to Snape's office. Flicking a malevolent look at Harry, Malfoy raised his hand and knocked twice.

There was a slight pause, then Snape's sallow voice called "enter". The teens pushed the door open, and walked into the dimly lit dungeon that served as Snape's office.

It was pretty basic in Harry's opinion. The walls were covered in shelves bearing slimy, pickled things in jars. A single, bare table sat off to one side of the room in front of a fireplace with a low fire that cast ominous shadows around the room. At the far end of the dark chamber, Snape sat at his desk, watching the two approach.

"Scared, Potter." Malfoy asked out of the corner of his mouth, igniting a hint of a memory and . . . . something. . . else. . .within Harry.

"You wish" Harry mumbled back as they reached Snape's desk, sparking a small smile from Malfoy.

As he looked away from Malfoy and at Snape, Harry began to fill with dread. There was an evil, wicked smirk on the face of the potions master.

"So," Snape sneered, "you both know why you're here, no doubt. You are also obviously wondering what price you'll have to pay for your bout of rule breaking?"

He eyed the two curiously, and they each nodded slightly. Smirking to himself, Snape slid around his desk and swept past the two boys.

They spun around and watched as Snape pulled the dungeon door open.

"Wait! Sir! What are you doing?" Malfoy called out.

Turning to face the room, Snape's lip curled into a cruel smile.

"I'm leaving the two of you to sort matters out, Mr. Malfoy. I shall be back in an hour and a half . . . to collect what's left of you".

With another twisted smile, Snape turned and exited the dim room, slamming the door behind him. There was a small click, and then silence.

Harry could not believe this situation. He was locked in a room in the dungeons with Malfoy for an hour and a half!

Draco had started muttering almost as soon as Snape left. Harry thought he heard things such as "can't do this" and "injustice" and "my father".

After a minute or so of this, Draco calmed down, and started breathing. After a short pause, the blonde boy suddenly burst out "I bet you love this, don't you, Potter? Another chance to show off how much better you think you are?"

For Harry, that was the breaking point. Rounding on Malfoy, Harry stormed up to him and thrust his finger in the pale teens face.

"What the hell is your problem?! I say 'no thanks' to you one time, and that gives you the right to be an absolute bitch? Huh? You are the one marching around the school as if you own the damn place! What did I ever do to you?" Harry shouted, face turning red.

"Oh, like you don't bloody know! All anyone talks about is 'Potter this, Potter that, Harry fucking Potter!', and I'm sick of it!" Draco responded, shoving Harry's arm away. "All that fame has obviously rushed to your head, and your fanfare doesn't help any either!"

"Oh come off it! Like I had any say in that. And you started acting like a brat before anyone even knew I was on the train! What's the real damn reason? Tell the fucking truth!" Harry responded, swelling with indignity.

Malfoy's cheeks turned pink, something Harry might have found funny in any other situation, but could care less about currently.

"Alright, Potter" Malfoy muttered, "you want the truth, you'll get the bloody truth. I was jealous. Jealous of your smarts, your fame, your normal life, and your good looks. And then you pretty much told me I was trash."

Harry rolled his eyes, believing Malfoy to be joking, and said "oh, well at least you think I have 'good looks'.

"You don't know the half of it, Potter!" Malfoy responded indignantly. Harry's laugh died in his mouth as he realized that Malfoy was telling the truth. Harry's anger faded into confusion as he stared at the boy in front of him who was supposed to be his enemy.

And was it just Harry, or was it really hot in that dungeon?

"Yes, Harry. I've had a jealous crush on you since our first train ride here, and you refused to even try and be my friend!"

"I-I had no idea" Harry mumbled, confusing thoughts and emotions rushing through his head.

"That much was obvious" Draco snorted as he took a step towards Harry.

"After all this time, I've only had eyes for you, and no way to show it" muttered Malfoy, taking another step towards Harry, closing the gap between them to only a few feet.

Harry stood rooted to the spot, mind fuzzy as he watched Malfoy continue to speak.

"You were cute, wide-eyed, smart, and I wanted that in my life. A change of scenery" Malfoy took another step.

"I thought that if I could at least befriend you, I could get father to see how I really see, and maybe, just maybe, I could get you to love me along the way" he took another step. Harry felt the rush of emotions ease, leaving one emotion to dominate all others: Lust.

"But that never happened," Malfoy took yet another step, closing the gap down to a couple of inches. "That never happened, and I stayed with the mask on, because it was all I'd ever known".

"And here we are" Harry whispered, the lust now rushing through his mind, pumping through his veins. He leaned forwards, closing the gap, and placed his lips on Draco's.

Draco seemed surprised for a moment that it had been Harry who made the final move, but soon melted into the delicious, soft kiss, wrapping his arms around Harry's warm body, and pushing the black-haired boy against the wall.

In seconds, Draco had Harry's legs hitched under his arms, and Harry was nibbling in Draco's neck.

Sweat slid down Harry's face and he bit into Draco's soft earlobe. Harry heard Draco let out a cry of pleasure. Smiling, Harry began to unbutton Draco's dress shirt. He could feel Draco's rising member start to poke Harry through his pants, and knew that his own would be felt against the pale teen's stomach any second.

After only a few seconds, Harry had Draco's shirt unbuttoned. He pulled it off the other boy's thin and muscular frame, and bent down to suck on the boys nipples.

Draco began to arch his back and moan with pleasure. He let Harry's feet drop to the floor, and pulled the slightly smaller boy across the room to Snape's desk. Draco shoved everything off the desk, ignoring the crash as glass shattered on the floor. With a wave of his wand, Harry sent everything that had been on Snape's desk over to the floor of the right wall.

Draco jumped up onto the desk, Harry still licking and biting his nipples, then he set to work unbuttoning Harry's shirt. After a minute, the thin yet muscular tops of both boys were visible, nipples hard against the dungeon air.

Draco reached down and began palming Harry's tent. Feverishly, Harry began trailing kisses down Draco's chest and stomach before getting on his knees. He started unbuttoning Draco's pants, looking up into his old enemy's face as he did so. For a split second, green eyes met grey ones, then Malfoy tilted his head back and closed his eyes as Harry began pulling down Malfoy's pants.

"Harry, you have no fucking idea how long I have dreamed about this moment" Malfoy muttered as the tent in his boxers sprung forwards. Harry grinned and began to tease Malfoy, palming the pale teen's balls, stroking him once or twice, and giving telltale licks to the boxer-covered head.

Draco moaned and made to push his boxers down, but Harry grabbed his wrists and forced them down onto the table.

"You'll get your turn soon enough" he said, grinning at the look of desperation on Malfoy's face.

Harry slowly resumed his teasing, ignoring Malfoy's whimpers and gasps. Then, at long last, Harry took ahold of the waistband of Malfoy's boxers, and slowly pulled them down. As Malfoy's shiny, uncut erection burst forth, Harry's stomach gave a lurch. Harry had never touched another boy like this before, much less taken one hard. It would be a new experience for both participants.

Harry grabbed ahold of Malfoy's throbbing member, and gave it a couple of quick strokes, causing Malfoy to let out sharp gasps of pleasure. Harry then bent forwards, and took Malfoy inside of his mouth. He began to swirl his tongue around Malfoy's sensitive pink head, causing the boy to lurch into Harry with extreme pleasure. Harry began to bob his head in rhythm with Malfoy's thrusts, exploring the other boy's dick with his tongue.

Harry knew it was going to happen before it did. He could feel a pulsating throb start in the base of the cock he was blowing. The throbbing traveled up the shaft. Malfoy tried to warn Harry, but the pleasure overcame him. Harry would have ignored it anyway. Taking his hands of Malfoy's wrists, Harry began to stroke the boy in time with the bobs of his head.

And then Malfoy was arching his back. His cock went down Harry's throat, unloading its salty sweet white cum and filling Harry's mouth. Harry gave Malfoy one last swirl with his tongue before Malfoy pulled out, gasping.

"H-Harry . . . that w-was incredible" Malfoy swept his hands through his sweaty hair. Ge grinned, and then was on top of Harry and pushing him down onto the floor in the blink of an eye.

Draco's tongue entered Harry's mouth, and Harry's tongue entered his. They explored each other as Draco's hand fumbled for the zipper on Harry's pants. Finding it, Draco began to ease it down, relieving Harry of the tension and strain his erection was causing him.

Removing Harry's pants entirely, Draco disconnected his tongue from Harry's, and looked down at the beautiful tent in Harry's underwear, which was stained with precum.

"Your pretty big, Harry" Draco remarked, gazing hungrily where Harry's head was perfectly outlined.

"Hurry up already" Harry moaned, causing Draco to smirk.

"You made me wait" he teased, reaching into Harry's underwear, gently stroking Harry's cock. Harry rested his head on the hard dungeon floor, lips moving wordlessly.

Grinning, Draco bent down and smoothly kissed Harry's collarbone. He reached down slowly and removed Harry's underwear, freeing his former enemy's 8-inch member.

Draco reached back and retrieved his wand, which he then pointed at his own tight, pink entrance. Draco muttered an incantation, lubing his ass.

"Well, Harry, it might be a tight fit" Draco winked and he crawled on top of Harry.

"Don't worry, Malfoy. I'll find some way to Slytherin" Harry winked. Draco grinned down into the raven-haired boy's face.

"How long have you been waiting to say that, Potter?" the pale boy whispered, a smile spreading across his face.

"Feels like ages" Harry murmured, reaching up and pulling Draco's face down for a kiss. "How long have you been waiting for me to say that?" Harry asked through his mouthful of the other boys tongue.

"Feels like a lifetime, Harry" Draco responded. He felt Harry's cock testing his entrance. Draco moaned and nodded as Harry gave him a searching look. Harry nodded back, and began to push inside slowly.

Draco let out a loud gasp, almost a cry. The lube did its job, but it didn't prevent all of the pain . . . although it certainly enhanced the pleasure.

At the same time, Harry released a loud moan, and had to suppress the strong urge to push into Malfoy completely. He let himself another half inch into Malfoy, who arched his back and let out a low cry. Harry then made a decision, and shoved his dick in all the way.

"F-fuck H-Harry! That feels s-so g-good" Draco stammered, then he began to take control. The pain was entirely gone now, leaving only intense pleasure for both parties.

Draco took Harry's wrists and forced them over his head. The blonde twink pushed his mouth onto Harry's, and the two quickly became lost in each other's tongues. Draco had set himself into a rhythm, his ass pumping down onto Harry's slick cock, and grunts and moans were coming from the two.

Harry began to feel it first. He was nearing climax.

"Oh! Oh! Draco! I- I'm gonna-"

"Shhhh. Let me take whatever you've got" Malfoy said with a grin. He too was beginning to feel close to orgasm.

Harry thrust into Draco three times more before sending both teens over the edge. With a strangled cry, Harry arched into Draco, cock pumping, filling the blonde's ass with cum. At the same time, Draco let out a loud moan and came, covering Harry's stomach and chest with his white manhood.

The pleasure for both was unbelievable. They collapsed onto one another, exhausted. Harry didn't even bother to pull out of his new lover.

"We still have fifteen minutes till Snape is supposed to come and get us" Harry whispered as he stroked the sweaty hair of the pale, sexy boy laying in his arms, head on his chest, eyes closed.

Draco smiled slightly. Harry traced the teen's lips, and they lapsed into silence, curled up on the floor by the dying fire for ten minutes more.

Snape walked back to his office, smirking. He could imagine the sorts of fights they had gotten into. As potions master, and a highly accomplished wizard, he was confident that he could heal whatever wounds they might have caused each other. That is, he decided with a victorious curl of his lip, if they hadn't killed each other.

Arriving at his office door, the sallow, hook-nosed man with long, greasy hair, removed his wand from his pocket, and silently unlocked the door.

He smirked at the sight that greeted him. The objects that had been on his desk were now laying destroyed on the floor. The room's two occupants were dirty, sweaty, and disheveled, looking as though they had just run a marathon.

"Well well well . . . it appears the two of you have learned your lessons" Snape said, walking to his desk and repairing the items that had broken with a flick of his wand.

"I hope you haven't caused each other any lasting damage. You are free to return to your dormitories."

Snape turned away from them without another word, a smile etched across his face. The two teens exchanged looks, and walked wordlessly from the room, hand in hand. Snape had no clue how many more bedtime wanderings he had just caused.