Of all the truly horrifying situations Harry had found himself in, few could top this. Not only was he in detention instead of competing in a crucial Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, but his mortal enemy happened to be serving detention as well.

Several desks ahead of him sat the arrogant blonde Slytherin Prince, twirling a quill in one hand and brushing the hair falling into his eyes with the other. Harry wondered what Draco had done to receive the punishment. It seemed like Snape was always one step ahead of the administration when it came to giving him any sort of discipline.

At the front of the class, Professor Flitwick was at the desk, reading a tattered book, the binding dangerously close to detaching any second. He suddenly looked at his watch.

"Okay let's begin, shall we? I want three hundred lines from each of you, pertaining to what you're in here for. So Harry how about 'I must not wonder the halls of Hogwarts after curfew'? And Draco from you I'd like, 'I must turn in my school work on time.' You won't be able to leave until both of you are finished, so get to it. And I better not see you two in here again. You're too bright to be in detention." Flitwick returned to his fragile piece of literature after giving each of them a fatherly look of disappointment.

Harry chuckled to himself. The biggest prat he knew was in detention for turning in his homework late? Seemed a bit tame for someone that went out of his way to make Harry's life miserable on a daily, sometimes hourly basis. Whatever homely, timid Slytherin he usually intimidated into doing his work for him must have the flu, Harry thought.

Much to Harry's frustration, he could tell Draco was writing his lines painfully slow. Who but Draco would delay his own dismissal from detention, just so Harry had to be stuck in this miserable place that much longer. Not to be outdone, Harry slowly dipped his quill in ink before beginning his lines at an even slower pace. Let Draco's night be ruined, too. He knew the Quidditch match would be over when they got out, so he didn't care how long he was going to be cooped up in here.

Several minutes later, after Harry had just completed his first line, Professor Mcgonagall burst through the door.

"Professor there's some brawl going on down at the Quidditch field, we need all the staff we can get to contain this madness. Can you leave the boys and come help us?"

"I'd be happy to," Flitwick said as he hopped down from the desk chair. "Is it serious?"

"Oh no, just an overabundance of testosterone." Harry smiled to himself. He could only imagine what Ron must be up to at the moment. He wished desperately he could be with his team.

"Say no more. I'm going to be leaving you two boys. But don't get too excited, I'm going to put a sticking charm on the door so you can't open it until you're done with your lines. Can I trust you two not to kill each other?"

Draco looked back at Harry, a devilish smirk set upon his face, before looking innocently at Flitwick.

"Don't be silly Professor, we'll get along just fine," he said in an almost sickeningly angelic tone.

Harry couldn't contain an eye roll at this award winning display. Just when he thought Draco had infuriated him more than was humanly possible, he managed to enrage him even more within only a few minutes. Harry cursed the trip to Azkaban that would await him if he did to Draco what he truly deserved.

"Excellent!" Flickwick exclaimed while he and Mcgonagall walked out of the room. Harry heard him mumble some spell, as the door began to hum with bewitchment.

Harry forced himself to face his captor. Draco's smirk had now evolved into a full on shit-eating grin. He hoped Draco didn't plan on making his night too awful, maybe just a good natured prank and Harry could go about his life. He did his best not to break eye contact with the wizard, despite how tempting it was to take a break from his maddening sneer. Like with a dog, Harry felt like he would give up the rest of his power if he broke his gaze first, and he feared a bite from Draco wouldn't be nearly as easy to recover from.

"Look, let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be. Just write your sodding lines so why can get out of here," Harry said, exasperated.

"What's the matter Potter? You late for a hot date with the Weaselette?"

"Don't call her that. I would just rather be anyway but here at the moment, wouldn't you?"

"Theoretically, yes. But being in a place where I can watch your misery before my very eyes? There's few other places I would rather be," he said in a malicious tone. Harry was unsure if even Voldemort himself could pull off.

"You're a truly sick wizard, Draco. If you'd really rather spend your evening with someone who utterly despises you, then I suppose I can't stop you. I'm going to finish my lines, and I suggest you do the same."

"Now, now. No need to get your knickers all in a twist, Potter. Just because you're worried about what your little Weasel might be doing without you. Someone tall, dark and handsome, perhaps?"

Harry had reached his boiling point. He shot out of his chair, wand outstretched. Just as quickly, Draco pranced to the furthest wall, forcing Harry to chase him. Harry had no time for these foolish games of cat and mouse. He felt like cabin fever at the least and insanity at worst awaited him if he spent even a moment more in this Merlin forsaken room.

"Oh no the chosen one is after me! I might as well give up now."

Finally Harry cornered the mischievous wizard. He stuck his wand to Draco's throat, daring him to move.

"You will never talk about Ginny like that ever again, do you understand me?"

Draco sniggered as if Harry had just told the most racy joke he had ever heard. Harry was in no mood for laughter. He pushed the tip of his wand further into Draco's neck, forcing him back into the wall to avoid being choked. At last Draco held up his hands in surrender.

"Alright Potter, you win. I will never refer to Ginny Weasley as a Weaselette, or a Weasel or any other derivative of her last name. I will also never insinuate she is cheating on you with the handsome black man she dated right before you came into her life and showed her just how amazing love really was."

"Merlin, what is your problem? Doesn't it get tiring? Making my life a living hell?"

"No Mr. Potter. In fact, upsetting you is more rewarding than making even the most beautiful girl cum."

"Well that's tragic. Why is it so rewarding?" Harry said, at his wit's end.

"Because Harry," Draco said in his most feminine voice, "you look so pretty when you're angry." With one fluid motion, Draco pried Harry's wand from his throat, grabbed his head and gave him a wet kiss on the cheek, before beginning his cat and house chase once more. Only this time Harry wasn't the cat, he couldn't even move his legs to run. A tornado of anger, confusion and hilarity swirled around him. It felt like he was on the playground of his muggle youth again, where the boys would treat the girls they fancied like complete shit. Was Harry the school girl in pigtails, dumbfounded by the boy who just threw sand in her face? This was preposterous. And besides, Harry knew he could not pull off pigtails with his scar. How dreadfully morbid.

"Come on big boy! It's no fun if you don't chase me."

"Draco you are being absolutely ridiculous."

Draco stopped dead in his tracks, breathless, "You're right, you're right. I apologize. I should be chasing you!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at this playful side of Draco he had never witnessed before. Even from afar, Draco always seemed to be in a varying state of discontentment. He didn't have time to ponder this new side of Draco for long, before he had to brace himself for the impact of a grown wizard about to charge him full force.

Suddenly Draco slammed him against the wall with his impossibly strong arms, pinning Harry's body with his own. At once Harry knew the games were over. Was Draco going to harm him? Maybe he would just force him into some embarrassing position and leave him there overnight?

Breathless, Harry studied Draco's eyes for a hint at his imminent future, and he realized his expression was neither maniacal nor mischievous; the glint in Draco's normally cold gray eyes was something Harry had never seen before on this wizard's face.

As Harry felt Draco's hot breath tickle his nose and his lips, he understood exactly what his eyes had been conveying: lust. Among the enraged screams inside his head were butterflies of longing. The first time Harry had laid eyes on Draco, before the houses, the mudbloods, the rivalry, Draco's arrogance and Harry's naïveté attempts at fighting for good, Harry had felt something. Maybe he was too young then to recognize what it was, maybe he was too ashamed to realize what it really was, or maybe reality had set in too quickly for that feeling to turn into something real, but Harry remembered. He remembered what he had buried so many years ago. Instantly the screams of anger were replaced by screams of wanting. It seemed like Draco had been pressed against him for a lifetime, and he wanted nothing more than for Draco to bring his face closer.

Draco's hands were no longer pressing against Harry's shoulders, but pressed tightly against his cheeks, allowing him to capture Harry's lips. He forced Harry's lips open with his tongue, boldly exploring his mouth and harshly nipping his bottom lip. Harry felt every one of his nerves come alive, tingling with excitement. No one had ever kissed him so roughly or passionately before. Finally when the initial shock had worn off, Harry began encircling Draco's tongue with his. When he felt Draco's length pressing against his leg, Harry thought he might faint from the abrupt blood rush to his own. This was wrong. He loved Ginny. He loved women. He was a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake! But fuck if Draco tonguing his earlobe wasn't the most intense sensation of his life.

Feeling brave, Harry removed his hands from the wall behind him. He began sliding his fingertips up Draco's hips. But just as soon as he began, Draco pulled his wand out and in an instant Harry's arms were bound and up against the wall. Harry thought his knees might go weak. He had always thought of himself as a strong, dominating man, but Draco completely dominating him was something he didn't even know he needed.

With Harry back in the correct position, Draco returned to tickling his ear. With the flick of his wand, Harry's robes vanished. Draco shot him one of his classic smirks before using his tongue to trace Harry's collarbone to his sternum, down between his abs, just before stopping at the waistband of his boxers. Draco on his knees, Harry quivered at the close proximity Draco's face was to his now pulsating cock. He brought his hands up to Harry's sides. Using only his nails, he raked down past Harry's waist, his boxers falling to the ground. Harry felt Draco's hot breath on his cock and his eyes watching him writhe in anticipation. After a few seconds of teasing, Draco finally grasped Harry in his hand, causing him to bite his lip and his eyes to slam shut. If a spell wasn't forcing him to stay upright, Harry was sure he would have collapsed to the floor by now.

Harry could feel Draco taking all of him deep into his throat, causing him to at this unexpected pleasure. Ginny tended to him orally on occasion, and when she did, deep throating was a rare occurrence. Harry was in such sheer bliss he couldn't even figure out everything Draco was doing. His tongue flicked and teased the head while his hand stroked the shaft, then once again Draco plunged Harry deep inside his throat, sucking so hard Harry was sure his dick would rocket right off. Just when Harry thought this deliciously forbidden act couldn't get anymore taboo, Draco slyly slid his fingertips up the side of Harry leg and up to his backside, firmly pushing past his ring of muscle. Draco continued to take him again and again, his tongue swirling around his impossibly hard cock with inhumane speed. Harry could feel the ecstasy beginning to overtake him in a more intense way than it ever had before. He didn't even feel human anymore. Draco gave his balls a quick tug and within seconds Harry burst with pleasure, Draco willingly swallowing every drop of Harry's essence.

Draco stood up and released Harry from his spell. With only seconds to recover from the unspeakable satisfaction he had just experience, Harry found himself quickly gliding towards the nearest desk. At once Draco was behind him, bending him over the piece of furniture. Draco shed his clothes instantaneously before bending his body over Harry. Beginning at the nape of his neck, Draco slowly licked the length of Harry's back, until he reached the same muscles he had teased only moments ago. Harry quivered once more. He could feel the enormity of Draco's cock against him and he wasn't sure he could handle it.

Harry felt the cool sensation of what he presumed to be a lubrication charm around him. He then bit his lip and braced for the excruciating pleasure that was soon upon him. Draco grabbed a fistful of Harry's unkempt hair with his left hand and guided his shaft inside Harry with the right. He was slow at first to push past Harry's reflex to resist him, but once Draco found himself inside of Harry, he rammed the rest of his shaft deep inside the him. Harry let out a yelp of exquisite pain. He had never been so pleased and horrified all at once. Thankfully Draco took a short pause before slamming into him once more. His hot breath danced on Harry's back. After a few more pauses, Draco decided he could take off Harry's training wheels. Clutching his hair even tighter, Draco now penetrated Harry over and over again without any mercy. Harry felt faint. Before today, not even a finger had entered him before, now Draco's rock hard cock was being rammed inside him repeatedly. Just when Harry thought he had taken all there was, even more of Draco entered him with increasing speed.

With his free hand, Draco shoved his finger in Harry's gaping mouth. Harry sucked it between pants. He couldn't help but bite it when Draco slammed him with particular force. Harry's tight muscles engulfing his length was an indescribable feeling for Draco. As he felt a monstrous wave of pleasure beginning its ascent, he gripped the back of Harry's head even harder and removed his fingers from his mouth, moving them instead to Harry's engorged shaft. He stroked him impossibly fast, determined to bring him over the edge. Harry grunted, collapsing completely against the desk, unable to stabilize himself and endure the unbelievable bliss simultaneously.

Draco felt the familiar warmth begin to overtake him. He let go of Harry's hair and instead dug his nails into the small of his back. Unable to contain himself another second, Draco spilled his seed inside of Harry. Feeling deliciously filled, Harry too succumbed to the bliss building inside of him and erupted onto the desk chair below.

Exhausted and completely drained, Draco collapsed on top of the wizard beneath him. For a lifetime they laid there, breathless and unspeakably contented.

Minutes later, when he finally could muster the strength Draco slid out of Harry and fell onto the ground, still breathless. Without Draco holding him up, Harry's knees buckled and he too fell to the ground.

Sweaty and tired, the two wizards laid on the cold wood floor side by side. Harry timidly rested his head against Draco's shoulder blade and much to his delight, the stone cold Prince of Slytherin didn't pull away. It was nice to know he trusted Harry enough to show him the most vulnerable side of him. Harry knew very few people, if any, had seen this side of him.

Then the unthinkable sound of footsteps came down the hall. At once, ignoring the cries of protest from their muscles, the two were at their feet, scrambling. With a wave of Draco's wand, they were dressed. The footsteps grew closer. They attempted to fix each other's hair, but it was a lost cause. They sprinted to their desks and resumed writing their lines as the door opened.

Professor Flitwick shuffled in, exclaiming, "Okay you boys have been in here long enough, everyone has to be in their house common rooms in five minutes, no exceptions."

"Thanks, professor," said Harry.

And both the boys got up from their desks and walked towards the door, Flitwick following them.

Once out into the abandoned hallway, each of the boys turned to walk to their respective houses. Harry couldn't help but pause and look back, and apparently neither could Draco, because Harry was now looking into a pair of gray eyes. Harry couldn't hold back a crooked smile when Draco smirk turned into a cold sneer when he noticed a perplexed Flitwick eyeing them suspiciously. They both turned back into the directions of their houses and Flitwick went back into the room to gather his things. Harry chuckled as it dawned on Harry they didn't have time to "clean up." Whoever's desk that was must be quite the unlucky witch or wizard.

"Potter!" Draco yelled back, jolting Harry back to life. It was the same tone he had always used when saying his name and Harry dreaded turning around, he wasn't ready to go back to the way things were.

"Yes, Malfoy?" Harry said reluctantly.

Suddenly Draco's furrowed brow and pursed lips faded away. He batted his eyelashes and stuck out his lips, bringing his palm up to his chin. He made a big smooching sound, before blowing the kiss to Harry.

"Thank you for the magical evening," he said in his most overly feminine voice.

Harry turned back around, laughing to himself. He knew this affair would never be public knowledge and Draco would probably treat him worse now in public. But one thing was for sure, they would definitely be seeing each other again.

As Harry walked past the fat lady and into the Gryffindor Common Room and back to reality, he knew he had never felt this alive.