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Sequel to "Stupid Potter" – 8 o'clock has arrived and Harry's in for the night of his life. If he can get over his nerves, that is.

I thought this might get my 'Scared, Potter?'/'You wish!' fetish out of my systems. I was wrong (as will be seen in some of the fics I'm currently working on), but I still had fun writing it!

Warnings: Contains fluff and SLASH and is rated M for a VERY good reason.

Scared Potter

Chapter 1

Harry paced nervously outside the room of requirement. All day he had been waiting for this but now the moment had arrived… well his nerves were very close to getting the better of him. Some Gryffindor he had turned out to be.

For the third time Harry approached the door, stopping just in front of it. He could do this. He was Harry bloody Potter for goodness sake. He had faced Voldemort on numerous occasions. He had killed a basilisk, fought Death Eaters, withstood the cruciatus curse, he could face Draco Malfoy.

Harry took a deep breath. He could do this. He could.

Pressing his palm flat against the carved wood, Harry suddenly recalled Draco's words from that morning.

'Don't be late.'

It was at least ten past by now. He wondered if Draco would be angry, mentally berating himself when he realised that he hoped Draco would be. At least he knew how to deal with an angry Draco. Angry Draco didn't scare him. Provocative Draco, on the other hand…

It occurred to Harry that having wanted Draco for several months now, it was somewhat stupid to be afraid of him, especially when Draco was actually being nice to him. Assuming of course that this wasn't just a big game to the Slytherin.

Harry took a deep breath, briefly analysing the facts: He wanted Draco. Draco had kissed him, which suggested Draco might want him too. He might just be in for the best night of his life. And if not? Well when had he ever backed down from one of Malfoy's challenges.

And that was all it took. There was no way Harry was going to let Draco win. If this was just a game, then he would play the Slytherin until Draco couldn't even remember his own name.

The door creaked slightly as Harry finally pushed it open, quietly stepping into the room. Unsurprisingly, given the time, Draco was already there, reclining against the headboard of the colossal four-poster bed dominating the centre of the room. Draco smirked at him as he entered and Harry gulped nervously, his sudden burst of confidence leaving him as quickly as it had come.

"Finally decided to grace me with you presence?" Draco asked, his tone sardonic.

"I got held up." Harry muttered, looking away from the all too provocative sight of the Slytherin's form spread across the large bed.

"Well you'll just have to make it up to me then, won't you." Draco declared suggestively.

Harry's eyes flicked upwards at this statement, a trickle of confidence returning to him. He took a step forward.

"And how would I go about doing that?"

Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the change in Harry's manner. Though to be fair to Draco, even Harry was slightly surprised at the downright provocative tone that laced his own words.

His confidence growing, Harry closed the distance between them. When he reached the bed, he kicked off his shoes before climbing on, crawling across the deep blue sheets to where Draco was lounging. Taking advantage of the other boy's cockiness, Harry continued to crawl until he was practically on top of Draco.

If Draco was further surprised by Harry's sudden rush of confidence, he didn't show it. Merely waiting patiently to see what Harry would do next.

Unfortunately, Draco had a long wait ahead of him. Harry's confidence deserted him again the moment his hand brushed Draco's. The mere fact that Draco had allowed Harry to get so near without threatening to hex him was doing interesting things to Harry's insides. He was so close that he could see the rise and fall of Draco's chest as he breathed.

"Scared, Potter?"

The words 'you wish' were on the tip of Harry's tongue, but something in him held them back. Instead he nodded silently, keeping his eyes locked with Draco's, daring the Slytherin to make fun of him.

Draco didn't respond, instead reaching for something unseen on the bed beside him. Harry's gaze followed the blond's hand, his eyes widening when he saw Draco gripping his wand.

For a moment Harry was convinced Draco was about to curse him into next week, before he almost fell flat on his face as Draco disappeared from under him. Sitting back on his heels in confusion, Harry looked around wildly until a slight tug on his trouser leg made him look down.

Harry stared disbelievingly as his little snow-white ferret scrambled up onto his knee. Unable to resist, Harry picked him up, stroking a finger over his soft fur. Harry laughed delightedly as the ferret arched into his touch.

"It really was you last night, wasn't it... Dray?"

The ferret nodded, making Harry chuckle again at the un-animal like behaviour.

"And… you want this?" Harry spread his hand out encompassing both himself and the bed in the movement.

Another nod.

"So, er… why are you a ferret?"

Considering ferrets didn't have eyebrows, this one appeared to do a very good job of raising one in disbelief. Suddenly Harry found himself with a lap full of Draco Malfoy.

"I thought you'd be more comfortable with Dray." Draco explained patiently. "You seemed perfectly comfortable with 'his' presence last night."

Harry blushed hotly as he recalled exactly what Dray had witnessed.

"And…" Draco moved even closer, whispering into Harry's ear, "There was always the chance I might inspire a repeat performance."

Draco pulled back far enough to see the shocked expression on Harry's face before falling about laughing.

"Calm down, Potter. It was a joke, I…"

"Harry." Harry interrupted softly.

Draco sobered.

"Harry." He agreed, lifting a hand to cup the Gryffindor's cheek.

Harry's heart pounded unevenly as Draco leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

For a long moment Harry was frozen, unmoving as Draco kissed him gently. And then Draco's lips parted and Harry felt the swipe of Draco's tongue. Instantly, Harry found himself responding, his arms wrapping themselves around the blond as he opened his mouth to allow Draco access.

"So how about it then?" Draco grinned, when he finally pulled back to give them some air.

"How about what?" Harry asked, still dazed from the kiss.

"A repeat performance?"

Harry blushed hotly, but before he had a chance to respond Draco continued.

"Or would you rather I gave you a hand?" Draco licked his lips as his eyes dropped to Harry's lap.

Harry swallowed nervously as his gaze followed the movement of Draco's tongue, remembering the taste of his kiss, and all of a sudden, he found his confidence returning.

"Oh, I don't know…"

Draco's head snapped up at the sound of Harry's coy tone.

"I think it's your turn. After all, you got to watch me, isn't it only fair for me to watch you?"

As he spoke Harry leaned into Draco, whispering the end of his sentence into the other boy's ear, making him shiver.

When Draco pulled back abruptly, Harry was honestly convinced he was about to be thoroughly hexed. So when Draco did nothing more than resume his earlier position sprawled against the headboard, Harry was thrown for a loop.

And then Draco began undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Harry's breathing turned erratic as inch by inch, Draco's pale chest was revealed, yet he could do nothing but stare. Surely Draco was just teasing. He would take off his shirt maybe... just like that, and his tie... perhaps even unfasten his trousers... like that, but he wouldn't start...

Harry swallowed thickly as Draco's hand disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers. He could feel Draco's eyes on him, but he couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away from the slow movement of Draco's hand.

"Faster." Harry was hardly aware he had spoken, until Draco obeyed his command.

The increase in speed brought with it an increase in movement, each downstroke pushing Draco's remaining clothing a little bit further, almost, so very almost, revealing everything to Harry's hungry gaze.

"What do you want to see, Harry?" Draco's breathing wasn't quite even, though his voice was still steady enough to tease. "Do you want to see more? To see me lose control? To hear me calling your name as I come into my hand?"

"Yes..." Harry breathed.

He prayed that Draco wasn't just playing an elaborate game with him. He would never be able to get the image Draco had painted out of his head. The mere thought of seeing it all for real, having a memory rather than just imaginings to wank over, was driving Harry to the point of insanity.

Draco lifted his hips then, shucking off both trousers and underwear in one fluid movement. He hardly even lost his rhythm, his hand continuing to stroke up and down, now bared completely to Harry's gaze.

Harry wanted to reach out and touch. At the very least, he longed to relieve some of the pressure on his own erection but he didn't dare to move.

"Touch yourself, Harry. I know you want to." Draco's voice was no longer as steady as it had been, his order sounding more like a desperate plea as he seemed to read Harry's mind.

Harry didn't need to be asked twice, almost tearing open his jeans in his need for release. He didn't bother to remove them, he was too far gone for that. Besides, he couldn't bear to tear his eyes from the rhythmic movement of the pale white hand. Unconsciously, Harry matched his movement to Draco's, stroking in time with the writhing blond.

Draco groaned aloud, his hips coming off of the bed as he thrust frantically into his fist. His eyes fell shut, his whole body arching as he drew himself closer and closer to his release.

"Harry!" The name was little more than a gasp.

"Draco..." Harry moaned back helplessly.

At the sound of his name, Draco's eyes flew open to fix on Harry's, his body trembling as he came hard. Harry wasn't far behind, the visual stimulation more than enough to make up for Draco's head-start.

"Come here, Harry." The sultry voice was back, though somewhat breathless, and made ten times more potent by Draco's unashamed nudity.

Blushingly aware of his own chaotic state of dress, Harry crawled across the bed, self-consciously avoiding the wet patch he had left on the sheets. He paused uncertainly, perched on his knees beside Draco's relaxed form.

"Here, let me help you with that."

Before Harry could respond, Draco grabbed the front of Harry's shirt, tearing it open and shoving it off of his shoulders.

"Better." He smirked, running a hand over Harry's newly bared chest.

Despite his explosive orgasm mere minutes earlier, Harry's cock twitched. He said nothing, incapable of speech, as Draco's hands crept lower, brushing over Harry's abdomen.

"Come here." Draco repeated, practically purring.

He didn't wait for Harry's response before tugging at the tie still caught around Harry's neck. The unexpected movement knocked Harry off balance and he landed half sprawled across Draco's body.

Harry shivered at the sudden contact, his bare chest pressing against Draco's side as his hand slid across Draco's abdomen. His fingers stilled as they reached the sticky mess cooling on Draco's stomach.

He felt the blond's sharp intake of breath before Draco's fingers trailed down Harry's arm, stopping to circle his wrist. He wasn't sure what he expected Draco to do next and his heart began to pound as he took in the seductive glint in Draco's gaze.

Without a word, he guided Harry's hand up over his chest, trailing Harry's fingers through his release. It should have been horrible, but it was strangely erotic, sending another involuntary shiver down Harry's spine.

Lifting Harry's now slick hand, Draco sucked Harry's middle finger into his mouth, caressing the digit with his tongue as he licked it clean.

"Want a taste?"

Harry nodded dumbly, sucking on his own index finger when Draco offered it to him.

"Like it?" Draco whispered, his gaze fixed on Harry's mouth.

"Yes..." Harry moaned, trailing his fingers across Draco's chest once again, before sucking the digits into his mouth.

"Merlin, Harry. Do you have any idea how hot you look doing that?"

"Why don't you show me?" Harry leaned forward, nibbling on Draco's ear as he spoke.

Draco grabbed Harry's hand again, only this time he drew it lower, until his fingers brushed over Draco's rapidly hardening length.

Automatically, Harry curled his fingers around it, his heart beginning to pound again as he watched Draco's face intently. The Slytherin's eyes had fallen shut and he was biting his lip as if to stop himself from crying out.

"Can I have another taste?" Harry asked, watching as Draco's eyes flew open again.

"You can have whatever you damn well want." Draco sounded breathless.

Harry took a deep breath before slipping further down the bed until his face was on a level with Draco's erection. He glanced up nervously to find the Slytherin's eyes fixed intently on his face.

"Scared, Potter?" Draco teased when Harry still didn't move.

"No, yes. Maybe." Harry bit his lip before admitting, "I don't really know what I'm doing."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Draco reached down to run his fingers through Harry's hair.

"I want to." Harry protested vehemently, finally moving forward and pressing his lips against Draco's tip.

He could feel Draco's eyes on him as his tongue darted out, tasting the blond before wrapping his mouth around Draco's length.

"Do you have any idea how hot you look, Harry? Your lips stretched around me like that, your face all flushed... Merlin..."

The words seemed to spill out of Draco's mouth as Harry tried every trick he could think of to drive the other boy crazy. He may never have done this before, but he'd had it done to him a few times and he at least knew what he liked.

"How did you get so good at this?" Draco moaned appreciatively, his fingers gripping Harry's hair tightly.

Harry didn't think Draco required an answer, but he hummed his approval anyway.

"Do that again!" Draco begged desperately.

Harry hummed again and a second later Draco was crying out a warning, before coming down Harry's throat.

Harry swallowed what he could, but he couldn't help choking slightly on the rest, a small amount of it trickling down his chin.

"Fuck, Harry, would you look at yourself?" Draco asked when he had finally caught his breath.

"What?" Harry moved back up the bed, running his hand self-consciously through his hair.

"Sex on legs." Draco clarified with a smirk.

"Oh." Harry blushed.

"And thoroughly debauched." Draco added, wiping off Harry's chin, with his finger before sucking it into his own mouth to clean it.

Harry stared at him wordlessly. He was achingly hard again and watching Draco suck on his finger was not helping the matter any.

"I bet if I kissed you now, I'd taste myself on your lips." Draco's comment was enough to draw a soft moan from Harry.

"Why don't you try it and find out?" Harry asked, not quite managing to keep the frustration from his words.

Draco chuckled, but he did as he was bid, leaning forward to press his lips against Harry's. The kiss developed rapidly, until they were locked in each others arms, Harry grinding unashamedly against Draco's hip.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" Draco asked when they finally broke apart.

Harry nodded, lifting his hips when Draco reached down to finally remove the last of his clothes. Earlier, he knew he would have been embarrassed by his nudity, but now he revelled in it.

Draco's fingers wrapped around him, stroking a few times before ducking down and replacing his hand with his mouth. It didn't take Harry long and a short while later, he was emptying himself into Draco's mouth, the last of his inhibitions seeming to flow out of him with his release.