Title: I Always Get What I Want

Rated: Will Be High For Later Chapters.

Summary: With his God-Father on his side Draco will get what he's always wanted. Especially now that his Father's dead. And especially seeing as what he's always wanted is watching him.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything of Harry Potter, I wish I did, but then it would all be slash loving.

Warnings: Swearing, Slash, AU (Only Ced is dead), Sexual Content (Slightly Explict)

"C'mon, Potty, back to work sweetheart." I mock and brush his fringe.

Chapter Three – Falling Into Place.

Harry jumps up and rushes back to our table and I follow him with a smirk. The class laughs a bit, but seem a bit worried by my change. The class watches us for a moment, Harry is still blushing the colour Weasley's ears get when he's angry and I glare at them to get back to work because Severus is only just coming back.

"Draco, here, now." He snaps rubbing his temples and keeping his eyes closed. "Coffee, strong, now!" He murmurs quietly and I make him a large coffee and give it to him. He drinks it quickly and glares me back to my seat.

"How is that getting along?" Harry hisses when I return to our table.

"How isn't it? Do you never mock fight with friends?" I smile widely and chuckle a bit.

"You got us a detention." He exclaims.

"I think it'll be fun, we can chat and get to know each other." He nods a little bit and gets back to work, a blush forming on his cheeks again.

/When we arrive at detention Severus just tells us to clean the desks of gum and graffiti and he would come back in an hour and a half. We're finished in ten minutes and we sit at our table together to discuss the assignment. We're talking casually and I stretch and put my arm around his back. He blushes slightly but doesn't seem to mind.

He pulls out a piece of paper and we write down what we know about the assignment. We were leaning close to the paper, our heads touching, I move my arm from the back of the chair and place it on Harry's under the desk. I see Severus in the door, but he doesn't come in. Harry turns to me, a blush on his face again.

"Yes?" I ask with a smile. I squeeze his hand. He licks his lips and looks at my mouth before his gaze returns to my eyes. "I'm not playing games." I murmur and close the small gap between us to kiss him. He doesn't react for a moment, then he kisses me back, his tongue swiping my lower lip.

The kiss is wonderful. I pull back after a while for breath and smile at him. I hear a thud distantly, but don't pay attention to it because Harry's moved his hand from under mine to on top and is pulling it up his leg. He stops at the top of his thigh and puts his hand on my leg.

I trace the seam of his pants along the crotch and he presses forward into the gentle touch. I palm his cock through his pants and he moans softly. "Sit on the table." I murmur roughly and he does it quickly. I pull my chair so I'm between his long slender legs. I undo his pants and he pulls them down for me. They end up behind my chair and I look at what's been exposed.

Long, hard, cut, with a dusting of pubic hair above it. I take it in my hand and stroke it gently, he shuffles closer and I lick his balls making him buck his hips off the table. He pulls off my top and I take off my pants and then he removes his own shirt. He's well built. From where I am, I can lick the tip of his cock and I slowly start sucking it into my mouth.

Harry moans loudly and I hold his hips to stop him thrusting. I feel his orgasm building and start stroking my own cock. Harry pulls me off his cock and holds himself. "I want to cum on your pretty face." He growls erotically and I push my chair back. I close my eyes and he releases himself on me. I feel the warm ropes of his cum paint my face and he rubs the last drops on my lips. I open my eyes and he strokes my cheek. His foot rubs my balls softly and I cum suddenly, my cum splattering my chest.

He slides off the desk and licks my face and chest clean. Who would have guessed Potter was a kinky bastard. He's stroking his cock back to hardness as he tells me to bend over the table and he grabs something out of his pants pocket. He gently probes at my hole and it must have been lube, he'd been planning something. He slides a finger inside me and starts opening me up for his cock. He only uses two fingers before he starts pushing inside me./

I fall off my seat in the Library and look up at who'd pushed me. "DAMMIT HARRY!" I shout. He looks a bit cocky.

"What? Ruined a good dream?" He smirks.

"For your information, yes!" I jump up.

"I can tell." He murmurs his eyes raking my body, stopping on my crotch. I look down and blush. "What were you dreaming?" He asks sitting in the seat next to mine and pulling me down.

"Nothing." I say quickly, he puts his arm on the back of my chair.

"You can tell me." He murmurs close to my ear.

"I'm dreaming aren't I?" I ask and he pinches my thigh and lets his hand rest there. "Damn."

"So? What were you dreaming?" He asks again, giving me a serious look.

"I was dreaming of extremely erotic sex." I murmur blushing a deep crimson I guess by how hot my face goes. "Sucking a gorgeous cock and almost having it inside me, but you ruined that." I glare playfully at him.

"Maybe I can fix the last part in reality one day." Harry smiles and bites his lip. Oh that look… I moan internally but fight the urge to react.

"You wouldn't want to…" I murmur looking away. He grabs my jaw and turns me back to face him roughly. His thumb swipes over my lips. Nervously I lick them and he leans towards me.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Madam Pince screams and we jump apart. "NOT IN MY LIFE HAVE TWO BOYS EVER!" She continues to scream as we run out of the library. Harry turns a corner and pulls me with him.

We stop a few floors away and lean against the wall panting and laughing so hard we start crying. It's a good few minutes before we calm down. "Damn that was funny." I chuckle wiping my tears away.

"But that bitch was very rude, interupting such a perfect moment." Harry turns to me, a twinkle in his eyes. He leans towards me, seeming to suggest that we try to get back there.

"Harry…" I whisper, my voice crackling. He's standing in front of me now, grabbing my wrists and pulling them above my head. His hips press against mine, letting me know what a man he is. He rubs his nose against mine, his breath mingling with mine.

"Harry!" A shrill bitchy voice squeals. Harry makes a disgusted face and turns like a jock, flicks his hair and puts his arm on the wall to pose. "What are you doing with that ferret?" Fuck, I hate red-heads! Nosy bastards. I think to myself.

"Ginny." Harry smirks, it makes me proud.

"Bugger off, Weaslette." I snarl pushing myself off the wall. "His interest lay here now." I give her a look to say, fight if you want, but I'll win.

"Screw you, Malfoy, Harry isn't gay." Ginny snaps and drags Harry off. I laugh as they walk off. Harry looks over his shoulder and winks at me. "What a tosser." I hear distantly.

I walk off towards my dormitory, smile on my face, spring in my step. I was getting what I wanted, with a bit of drama to add to the mix.