I think I need to crawl into a hole after reading my previous two chapters.

My writing circa sixteen years old was… appalling.

Please don't ask me why I wrote even smut when I was sixteen. I might rewrite some of it, because I don't like the idea of bad writing floating around on my page.

They all sat in the Great Hall while the Beauxbaton girls and the Durmstrang boys filed in between the benches.

Harry caught Ron ogling and gave him a sharp nudge at his ribs.

Ron snapped out of his reverie. "Oi mate!"

"You're ogling Ron…"

"What? They've got nice hair, them girls. 'Specially her."

Harry followed Ron's line of vision to the girl closest to Madame Maxime. That girl would be Fleur Delacour, the half Veela.

"Yes, I suppose." Harry half heartedly agreed. His eyes sauntered over to the Slytherin table where Draco Malfoy sat. Draco's got nice hair…

"-oh yes Ron, wouldn't you agree Harry ?" Hermione concluded her question with a stare fixed at Harry.

"Huh? Oh ye-yeah… of course." Harry agreed at whichever topic he was supposed to agree on.

"If you've even heard the question, Harry, you would not be agreeing because I asked no question at all." Hermione pointed out

"Mate, you seriously need more sleep." Ron said.

"I've noticed that you've been very prone to zoning out."

"What's zoning out?" Ron asked

"Uh, nevermind, Ron." Hermione didn't even bother explaining. Harry smiled. Ron has been asking them about Muggle slangs so many times. "Anyway, as I was saying, you need more sleep. Go easy on the studying, its really starting to drain you." Ron and Harry both started at Hermione when she said to put health before academics, but they both decided to keep their mouths shut.

They stopped speaking as the foreign students filed into their seats. Harry watched as Krum sat next to Malfoy and his gang. They spoke for a while and Draco turned his head slightly and faced Harry. He looked straight into Harry's eyes and raised an eyebrow. The corner of Harry's mouth lifted involuntarily and he looked away immediately to avoid the chances of Ron and Hermione seeing anything.

He tried very hard not to look at the way Draco ate. The way his tongue flicked over the spoon…

"Harry, eat your food and stop daydreaming!" His reverie was shattered momentarily by Hermione's voice.

He returned to staring when deserts arrived. Draco's pink tongue flicked and licked every drop of molten chocolate cake from the corners of his mouth.

"Draco, Draco." Harry muttered between kisses. "I must make myself a promise to never watch you eat."

"Oh yeah?" Draco walked them to his bed. "Or what?"

"Or I'm going to have to walk right up to you and kiss you right there in the Great Hall… and then some more…" They fell onto Draco's bed and continued kissing. "the way you eat is obscenely inappropriate… yet insanely brilliant"

"Oh trust me, Harry." Draco unbuttoned Harry's shirt. "I only eat like this when I know you're watching." His fingers suddenly stopped what they were doing and got off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"What? I'm hungry." He tugged at Harry's hand.

"But we just had dinner." Harry decided that he might like where this is going. "I suppose… I'm not completely full." Draco gave him an approving smile. "Yet."

"So Harry, I've got this cupboard which is magically stocked with all my favourite foods." Draco lead them to an ornate looking glass windowed cupboard framed by intricately carved wood. "What shall we have tonight?"

"How about as second round of deserts?"

"Desert it is." He opened the cupboard. "How about raspberries and cream?"

Harry seemed to have lost the ability to swallow. "Cream. Yeah. Alright."

Draco took a dish of it with cream piped out to a peak supported by a handful of raspberries on the bottom. Draco lead them to a table with a cushioned chair beside it. Harry sat as Draco set the dish down. There was only one chair, so Draco straddled him as Harry sat. He dipped his index finger into the cream and slowly licked it off. Harry wished it would be something else Draco's tongue was licking soon. He leaned in a kissed Harry deeply, and Harry drowned himself into the heavenly taste of cream mixed with Draco. Draco broke the kiss and pecked down his jaw. He dipped his finger into the cream again and drew a heart on Harry's chest. He pressed a kiss in the middle of the heart, then slowly licked it off. The feeling of Draco's tongue on his body sent waves of pleasure to his nether regions.

"Hmm… you taste great." Harry lost the ability to speak. Both their erections pressed firmly onto each other. Harry moaned with the slightest shift Draco made. He threaded his fingers into Draco's silky blonde hair and pulled him in for a kiss and he swiftly unbuttoned Draco's shirt, running his fingers across his chest, ribs, and down his muscular abdomen, and he unbuttoned Draco's trousers. His fingers grazed Draco's erection while unzipping then.

"Unhh… Harry…" His fingers flew down to Harry zippers. Both their trousers and boxers fell to the floor with a little bit of clumsy fumbling with shaking hands, joined by Harry's shirt. Draco straddled Harry once more and they inhaled sharply as their erections brushed against each other again. They pressed their foreheads together and kissed each other keenly. Draco pressed his hands against Harry's chest and he dropped down in his knees. He nudged Harry's legs apart.

"Ready, Harry?" He held onto Harry's thighs. Harry took a big breath and stilled himself.

Draco wrapped his lips around the tip of Harry's erection even before Harry finished saying, "yes." Harry threw his head back and made the most beautiful sound Draco has ever heard. He reached up and kissed Harry's throat, then reached across and scooped a generous amount of cream with his pink tongue when Harry regained eye contact with him. Draco spread the cream around Harry's erection, and his mouth took it in entirely. Harry's hips bucked and Draco pressed his hands firmly onto his hips. His head bobbed and Harry gripped his hair with his shaking hands. "Yes… Draco, I…" Draco adruptly stopped, and gripped the base of his erection firmly.

"Not yet." Harry tried to protest, but Draco pressed a finger on his lips and whispered, "shhh…" He straddled Harry, picked up a berry, placed it on his tongue and leaned in to kiss Harry. The berry was crushed between tongue and teeth, and while relishing in the sweet tang of the juice from the fruit, they inhaled each other's intoxicating scent. Draco raised himself a little and positioned his entrance to Harry's cock.

"Draco… Are you…?"

"Harry… don't move… alright?" Harry nodded, and Draco slowly lowered himself until the tip of Harry's cock breached Draco's entrance. He closed his eyes and gasped with his swollen lips slightly open.

"Unhh… Harry, wait, wait." Draco breathed heavily and his hands gripped Harry's shoulders. With one hand supporting Draco, Harry lightly touched his chin, and they kissed tenderly. Draco lowered himself slowly bit by bit, until Harry was fully sheathed inside him. He fidgeted a little, let out a small sigh and buried his head into Harry's neck. "Just give me a moment…" Harry reassured him and he brushed his hand down Draco's back in long slow motions.

After a short while, Draco pressed a kiss on Harry's shoulder blade and propped himself upright, then he started to move. He looked Harry straight in the eye and bit on his lower lip. He leaned in and they kissed slowly, in time with Draco's slow movements. Harry snaked his arm around Draco's torso and deepened the kiss with a shaking hand curling in Draco's hair. Draco ran his hands across Harry's chest, up to his shoulders and gripped his shoulders firmly. He broke the kiss and started to move faster. They pressed their foreheads, panting, breathing faster. Harry angled himself so that he knew he would hit that spot-

"Ah! Harry… oh, Harry… yes… Harry…" Draco threw his head back slightly with his lips slightly open. Harry leaned in and sucked on Draco's neck softly, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a slight mark for days. Harry curled his fingers around Draco's erection, and stroke it in time with their movements.

Harry could feel himself getting close, the pleasant warm feeling below the naval. "Come with me Draco." He whispered in Draco's ear, and gave him one last tug. Draco crushed his lips on Harry's as they came together, holding each other tightly, muffling their moans and cries. Draco kept moving until the euphoric feeling was over, and he draped himself lazily atop of Harry, and he held Draco tightly in his arms.

Harry finally said, chuckling lightly, "Draco… that was bloody brilliant."

"I have been waiting for this ever since dinner. Mind you, I have very little patience." Malfoy pointed out with a playful sneer. "So yes, Harry, in my standards, it was a long wait." This git still retains his Malfoy attitude even after being so brilliantly fucked. "Lets get to bed Harry." Draco stood up and gave Harry his hand. He pulled him away from the chair, while catching Harry unawares, he grabbed him around the waist, and tripped him. They fell on the bed with Draco on top.

"Now… where were we…?" Draco asked with a kiss. "Oh yes. Harry, I love you."