"At first, I thought I was going mental. Everyday, all day, I thought about what you were doing, where you were, who you were with. I was completely obsessed with everything involving you. Nott called me daft more than once. And the only thing I could think about at night was, 'Why did Harry save me? After all that I've done to him and his friends, why did he risk his life to save mine?' Do you know how hard it is to sleep when you have one question nagging you all night long?" Malfoy asked, looking up at Harry, his eyebrows drawn together in a mixture of exasperation and anger.

"Actually, yes." Harry answered. He crossed his arms over his chest and returned Malfoy's look. "Except, the question repeating itself in my head is, 'Which hex would he use if I tried to snog him?'" He'd already admitted that he could wank without thinking about the other wizard, might as well be completely honest.

"You Gryffindors really are brave." Malfoy admitted, raising his eyebrows and leaned forward slightly. "And stupid." He paused at the look on Harry's face and let a small smirk play on his lips. "Who ever said I would hex you for snogging me?"

Harry blushed slightly. This was a completely different Malfoy from just a second ago. The mood change made his head spin, or maybe what Malfoy had said made his head spin. He wasn't sure, but at the moment the only thought in his mind was tasting the Slytherin's lips. He was moving so fast to get to Malfoy that he slipped off the ledge. He could hear the other's laugh, deep and sensual. Harry couldn't help but laugh a bit also as he made it across to where the slender blond was. "So you won't hex me, right?"

"Potter…would you just shut up?" Malfoy reached a hand up and yanked Harry forward, crashing his lips against the dark haired man in front of him.

Harry went willingly, wondering how this had went from being scared to snogging the man that had been invading his thoughts at all times. He slid his tongue along the seem of the blond's lips, begging for entrance. As soon as Malfoy parted his lips, Harry dove in, licking the roof of the other's mouth, suckling his tongue. He was content to just sit and snog Draco for the rest of his life, unfortunately he needed to breathe. "Malfoy, I swear, if you're just messing with me, I'll hex you to have a hard on for the rest of your life."

Malfoy grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled his hand under the water, slipping it between his legs. "Does it feel like I'm messing with you?" He kissed Harry again and smirked. "Trust me, I'm not messing with you."

Harry blushed as he wrapped his fingers around Malfoy's prick, and began moving his hand slowly, stroking him until he was fully hard. The Slytherin was panting softly and making quiet, little noise that went straight to Harry's prick. Harry had only done this to one other bloke and it was awkward, with it being Harry first sexual experience with another guy. He seemed to be doing something right if Malfoy murmuring his name was anything to go by. It shocked Harry a bit that he wasn't saying 'Potter', but instead was saying his first name. The brunette definitely like his name falling from those thin, pale pink lips.

"Har-ry…" Malfoy moaned softly, his breath hitching in the middle. "Harry, please." He begged softly. "Fuck me…"

Harry couldn't really say no to that, could he? But there was still the question of how would they accomplish that in the bath? "Draco," Harry liked the way that sounded to his ears. "How are we going to…er- you know?" He asked, a blush heating his face like the Sun.

Draco could have rolled his eyes if Harry's embarrassment wasn't so cute. "Sit on the ledge and I'll show you how." He answered. The loss of Harry's hand almost made him cry as the other moved to sit beside him. He climbed into Harry's lap, straddling his hips and oh Gods- Harry was a little bigger than he had originally thought. He wasn't longer that Draco, but he was thicker, and Draco was pretty proud of his prick; thank you very much. He slid his hand down the brunette's chest, thumbing his peaked nipples as he passed them, causing Harry to breathe in sharply. "Have you ever fucked a girl?"

Harry was a little surprised by the question but nodded anyway. He and Ginny had slept together a few times, enough to count on one hand, but they had all the same. "A few times, yeah."

"It's pretty much the same except, well...the obvious and you have to prepare me first. If you want, I'll do that then you can take it from there." Draco suggested. He felt his prick jump slightly at Harry small shake.

"I'll do that, just tell me what to do." Harry said as he placed his hands on the slender blonde's hips. "I want the full experience." He added. He watched as Draco reached behind him and grabbed one of the small bottles of body wash. It was so small that Harry hadn't even noticed it before then.

"It's easier with lube, but neither you or I have our wands handy, so we'll have to deal." Draco stated as he reached for Harry's hand. He poured a little on to the other's slender fingers and rubbed it until they were completely covered. He then moved Harry's hand behind him, holding then over his entrance. "Go slow, one finger at a time." Draco instructed as he left Harry's hand down there and moved his own back up to the other's chest, sliding them slowly up to his shoulders.

Harry nodded and gently pressed his fingers to the blonde's entrance. His index finger slipped in with only minimal resistance and soon his middle finger slipped in easily alongside the first. A shudder went down his spine as he heard Draco moan above him.

"More." Draco demanded, pushing down on Harry's fingers. He ground down against the fingers already inside of him, rolling and rocking his hips as the brunette added another finger, trying to see if he could make Harry hit that small bundle of nerves. He felt the fingers slide in deeper and nearly cried out when they crooked, hitting his spot dead on. Harry's fingers stilled inside him and that almost made him cry. "Don't stop, felt good."

Harry knew how sensitive a prostate was. It wasn't like he hadn't done this to himself before. Of course, there was a few less fingers and a lot more probing, but he found his, and he'd never come so hard in his life. Not even when Ginny had gone down on him that one time in the second floor boy's bathroom. He crooked his fingers again, adding a little more pressure this time and almost grinned when Draco let out a small high pitched noise that he knew the blonde would deny making later. He felt his prick twitch as Draco rolled his hips against his probing fingers and thought now would be a good time to move this along. He pulled his fingers out completely, smirking at the quiet whine Draco let slip.

Harry adjusted the blonde on his lap before pressing the tip of his prick against Draco's stretched entrance. He teased him for a little bit, pressing the head in and pulling it back out, or rubbing the ring of muscle as he slipped the head in. "Draco, do you know how long I've thought about this? About having you stretched and wanting?" Harry asked in a husky voice. Now that he knew Draco wanted this just as much as he did, he couldn't help but tease the other. He pressed a few gentle kisses to Draco's chest and neck as he spoke. "Way too long." He said before thrusting into his lover.

The heat blindsided him and made him dizzy with lust. He couldn't think. All he wanted was moremoremore. He raised Draco's hips before pulling him back down harder, not really giving Draco time to adjust. He heard a broken moan fall from the blonde's lips as he thrust in harder, faster. "Draco…so tight. Feels so good." He groaned softly, running a hand up the other's spine slowly. He felt the blonde lean back into his hand as he lifted his own hips and slid back down, pressing the tip of Harry prick against the bundle of nerves. Harry had never seen a sight more beautiful than Draco impaling himself on his prick.

"Like the way -ah- you say my name." Draco said as he rolled and rocked his hips, lifting himself occasionally to thrust down on Harry's length. "Don't ever call me Ma-ah-lfoy again." He said before leaning in to claim Harry's lips in a passionate kiss. He lied a little when he said he liked how the brunette said his name. Yeah, he liked it, but he knew he more than liked it. It made heat form in his stomach and his heart flip in his chest. No one saying his name had ever had that reaction from him, not even the time Blaize had said it when they had slept together. A sharp thrust of Harry's hips wiped his mind completely of Blaize and their one night stands and replaced it with Harry and this moment. "Harder, Harry."

Harry complied and thrust into Draco harder, making the other bounce in his lap and cry out as he hit that little bundle of nerves sharply. He pulled the blonde down and connected their lips, swallowing the noises Draco was making. In all of his fantasies, Draco was quiet; soft, quiet moans, silent whimpers. It was a nice little surprise to hear the Slytherin moan his name. He felt the shift of muscles as Draco reached a hand forward to jerk himself off. Harry couldn't help but pull away and watch and the blonde jerked himself to completion.

Draco's muscles clenched and seized as he came over his hand and Harry's stomach. He leaned forward and crashed their lips together in a desperately passionate kiss. He ground himself down on Harry's prick and clenched hard around him, hoping to send the other over the edge also.

Harry's breath hitched as he felt the blonde clench around him. "Fuck, Draco.." He moaned as he released deep inside Draco. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Draco's shoulder, attempting to catch his breath. "That was…" He started, not being able to find the right words for what he just experienced.

"Yeah…" Draco huffed, resting his chin on the top of the brunette's head. "Yeah."

They sat in silence for a few minutes as their heartbeats and breath returned to normal. Harry should have known that the silence would make him think. Does this, with Draco, make him gay? He still could appreciate the naked body of a beautiful woman, but he could seem to picture one clearly in his mind. The important parts kept getting replaced with pieces of Draco. So, what did that make him?

"So are you have a big gay freak out, right now?" Draco asked from above him, as if reading his mind.

"I think so. Does this mean I fancy blokes now?" Harry asked, pulling back to look up at the blonde.

"Only if it feels right. And I'm not having a big emotional talk with you so if it feels better putting your prick up a bloke's arse, then yeah. You're gay." Draco lifted himself slightly to let Harry's softening prick slide out of him then readjusted himself in the brunette's lap.

"Never really thought about it until you started popping up in my fantasies." Harry thought about that for a few minutes. "Does that mean I'm only gay for you?"

Draco let out a soft laughed at Harry's question. "If I'm the only one you think about bending over a desk, then yes." He looked down at Harry, still chuckling. "That or you secretly love me."

"It's possible." Harry replied before pulling Draco down into a soft kiss.

AN: No reviews, no standalone, follow-up fic. Favoriting DOES NOT count.

AN2: Thank you so much to columcille for explaining to me what 'bugger' actually meant, and helping make my story just that little bit better. :)