((to whoever said that Harry wouldn't bottom for Malfoy, here are the reasons why he does:

Harry is the good guy. He hasn't got the stomach for the top

Malfoy is Slytherin. Sure he's a wimp, but he's the bad guy (or he's trying really hard to be)

He's platinum blonde. Usually blondes don't top, but everyone agreed to make the exception for Draco cuz you know, he's a fucking Slytherin.

Take a good look at Harry. Do you really think he can top anyone?

And my rant is over. Draco tops Harry. This is my fic. You no like the way I writes it then you no reads it))

((ps CHINA WILL CONQUER YOU ALL!!! for those out there that watch axis powers hetalia. China loves you!!!!))

DPOV

Draco stirred his body heavy with sleep. He felt arms around him, and a head on his shoulder. He smiled as the memories of where he was and what he had done flooded him. He savored the warmth of Harry's body next to him, and inhaled the scent that was one-hundred percent The Boy Who Lived. He'd smelled it before, when they'd been close, fighting. Before, however, it had been harsh with his anger and hatred, but now it was mixed with the smell of someone who had been well and thoroughly satisfied.

He cracked his eyes open and gazed at the sleeping face of his enemy of eight years. His rebellious hair was in even more of a disarray than usual, his already full lips were kiss-bruised and he had the most innocent look on his face. Almost as if he hadn't had the hero fucked right out of him.

Draco felt the familiar pang of longing somewhere in the area of his chest, and snuffed it out quickly. He had the desire of his heart, for now at least, and he told himself to be content. That was all he had ever needed, he told himself, was to know what it was like to have Harry, to touch him as a lover, to know every line and curve of his body…

Smiling evilly, and locking his emotions back in their cage, he placed a chaste kiss on his brow. When Harry didn't stir, he began to place light kisses all over his face. Harry's eyes fluttered open when Draco reached his lips, moving his lips against Draco's. Draco smiled against Harry's lips, and moved down along his jaw, his throat, on to his chest, reveling in the small gasp Harry made when he closed his mouth around a perfect, pink nipple, biting down gently.

Harry let out a low moan that sent Draco's blood afire, but he controlled himself. This time, it was going to be all about Harry's pleasure and his alone. He laved Harry's nipples with hot strokes of his tongue, eliciting small gasps and moans from his partner. He licked and sucked and nibbled his way slowly downward, marveling at the toned expanse of that extraordinary chest.

When he reached his destination, Harry was hard and ready for him, the tip of his cock dripping with precum. Draco grinned as he came face-to-foreskin with Harry's member. He licked the underside of it, causing Harry to moan and shudder, before taking it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip, letting the taste of it invade his mind, sucking gently but forcibly. Harry bucked his hips, nearly making Draco gag on his hard member. Draco managed to avert disaster, and compensated for his lover's sporadic thrust into his mouth. He slowly increased the pace and depth as he felt Harry getting closer to his climax. He started massaging Harry's balls, stroking the small patch of skin between his balls and his tight hole.

"Draco…" Harry moaned, biting that ever-so-succulent bottom lip of his. Draco sucked harder, taking Harry deeper down his throat, deeper than he had ever taken anyone else. When Harry came, Draco slurped up the hot, sticky liquid as if it were the ambrosia he needed to survive. He smiled at Harry, who seemed to be in a sex-induced haze, and crawled up his body, nuzzling his neck. He was rock-hard, but hid it from Harry, wanting the moment to last.

Suddenly, Harry bolted upright, seeming to realize exactly what he was doing and who he was with.

"I.. I have to go," he stuttered, grabbing his clothes off the floor and dressing with lightening speed. He was out the door before Draco could react. Draco told himself that he did not miss the prat anyway, and lay back on the bed that still smelled of Harry, trying to convince himself that the hollow ache that filled his chest was normal.

HPOV

Harry rushed into the Gryffindor common room as if the hounds of hell were after him, plus a few Fluffys. He saw that it was mostly empty, save for Ron and Hermione, plus a few others who appeared to be passed out drunk, including Seamus and Dean, who were sprawled all over each other.

"Oi, Harry!" Ron said merrily. "Where've you been?"

"Just walking," Harry lied.

Ron grinned. "What?" Harry snapped.

"You have sex hair," he said. Harry blushed, and practically ran up the stairs to his dorm room.