Author: kintosorrow

Rating: NC-17

Challenge: #3. "I, unlike you, am a prefect, so I, unlike you, am allowed to use the prefect bathroom. What are you doing here, Potter?"

Summary: Harry goes to take a bath, but unfortunatly, make that fortunately, someone beat him to it.

Warnings: Smut, voyeurism, smut, fluff, and smut... did I mention smut?

Notes: Written for "Bound and Shagged: The Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Fuh-Q-Fest." Thanks so much to my wonderful beta Magdelena! *hugs*

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Harry crept through the halls of Hogwarts castle, silent as a mouse, beneath his invisibility cloak. He was so nervous and stressed about everything to do with Professor Umbridge that he could hardly see straight. So, he was currently heading to the Prefects' luxurious bathroom for a nice relaxing bath in the overly large tub. Nothing felt better than swimming through the hot, soapy water, and smelling the lavender in the air. He found it to be highly calming and peaceful. And since it was well after midnight, there would be no Prefects around.

"Pine fresh," he whispered, coming to the door, which opened immediately. He stepped inside the steamy bathroom and... wait, the steamy bathroom? Harry stepped silently further into the lavish room, and stifled a gasp as he saw the water-darkened blonde hair of none other than Draco Malfoy bobbing in the foam filled bath. The Slytherin's thin, well-toned shoulders were barely visible above the scented foam, but were sleek and shiny, and gave Harry the urge to run his hands over them...

Harry gave his head a shake. He did not just think that about Malfoy! Okay, well, maybe he had, and he could not very well stand here and say the blonde was not sexy as hell, because anyone who happened to glance down would see his body's response to the contrary. Not being able to help himself, he took a few steps closer, trying to get a glimpse of the rest of Draco's lithe frame, but was, most unfortunately, unsuccessful.

He took in the relaxed expression on the Seeker's face. He had never seen him look so peaceful. Harry noticed, that without his usual cold expression and matching sneer, Draco was really quite... well, for the lack of a better-suiting word... beautiful. That was the only way to describe the young man's porcelain skin, stretched elegantly over perfect cheekbones; the subtly pink, silky looking lips; the calm, ice grey eyes, half-lidded in the warmth of the water. Yes, Draco Malfoy was beautiful.

And Harry was delusional.

Shaking his head once more, he tried to deny to himself in one last desperate attempt that he did not think Draco Malfoy was beautiful, sexy, or anything but a snarky, ugly, ill-intended Slytherin who grovelled at the feet of a madman.

It of course, did not work. Despite their constant loathing of one another, Harry had a feeling that Draco wasn't all that he seemed. He himself wore a mask so much, that he found it easy to notice others doing the same. He had a suspicion, no, more of a knowing in his heart, that Draco in fact never had supported Voldemort, but due to his family, mainly his father, was forced into something he truly didn't want. Ever since Harry had started thinking about such things, he had found himself strangely drawn to the cunning, sharp-tongued, quick-witted Slytherin. He was sure the Draco that taunted and picked fights with he and his friends was definitely not the real Draco Malfoy, and that was someone that he wanted to get to know.

But there was a time and place for everything, and this, definitely, was not the place, and he had the feeling it would be a while before it was the right time. It would take Draco standing up to his father, and what he believed was truly right, before any progress involving getting closer to the stunning boy could happen. But Harry was patient. He would wait as long as he had to for the blonde, and for the time and place that he knew would one day come.

He knew that he could easily fall in love with the real Draco, a Draco he was getting a glimpse of tonight. But could Draco ever feel the same about him? He knew nothing would evolve until the Wizarding world was short one Dark Lord and his bastard followers. Snapping back to the present, Harry decided it would be best to leave, and return later, after a certain mesmerising Slytherin was gone, despite his urge to stay and watch the sensual boy.

Turning to do just that, he caught the hem of his cloak beneath his foot, and tripped. Luckily, he managed to avoid falling, by quickly putting his other foot in front, quite noisily mind you. Cursing under his breath, Harry stiffened as he heard Draco's voice cut loudly through the empty bathroom.

"Who's there? I know you're there, so don't bother hiding."

Reluctantly, Harry removed his cloak, and walked back to the pool-sized bathtub, deciding to pretend he just arrived. "Malfoy, it is after twelve, what are you doing here?" he snapped, glaring at his schoolmate.

With more dignity than Harry thought possible for a Slytherin caught soaking in a lavender scented bath could possess, Draco arched an eyebrow. "I, unlike you, am a Prefect, so I, unlike you, am allowed to use the Prefect bathroom," he drawled, "What are you doing here, Potter?"

"I came to bathe, didn't I?" he replied cheekily.

Draco snarled. "Go bathe in your own dormitory, Potter. As special as you think you are, I assure you you're not. This is a Prefect's bathroom, and you, in case you weren't aware, are not a Prefect."

Harry glared at the soaking boy. "You're a prat, you know that, Malfoy? And for your information, as if you need to know, I most certainly do not think I am ‘special' and I quite know I am not a prefect, thank you. Do you know why I'm not a Prefect?" Not waiting for an answer, he continued with his rant, "Because I have a bloody madman trying to kill me every damn time I turn around! I barely get through my studies, thinking at any moment Voldemort will burst through the classroom door, and as always, I'll be expected to save everyone! Do you think I want all this stupid so called ‘fame'? I didn't ask for it, Malfoy, I didn't ask for any of it, and I sure as hell don't want it." Taking a deap breath, still glaring at the Slytherin in the bath, Harry turned on his heel, throwing his invisibility cloak over him and exited the room, slamming the door behind him.

Draco stood still in the now lukewarm water, staring at the spot where Harry had stood, and sighed. "I know, Harry, I know."

Harry snapped out of his flashback, and smiled at the blonde man in front of him. "You didn't think I heard you, but I did, I just went on pretending that I didn't, for in that moment, I realised two things. You were on our side, and just putting up a façade for your father; in only those few whispered words, it was crystal clear. The second thing I realised was I didn't hate you, in fact, just the opposite. I started falling in love with you that night, Draco, and as the years went by, and I watched silently as you made hidden sacrifices for our cause that know one knew about, my feelings got stronger and deeper," Harry paused and grasped the other man's hands into his own.

"I'll never forget the night Voldemort was finally destroyed. If it hadn't been for you, I would have never been able to cast that final curse. I'll never forget the feelings swirling inside of me as I overlooked the battlefield, friends and enemies lying together in a demented grave. I'll never forget looking over and seeing you standing beside me, overlooking the same distorted scene that I was, seeing your own father lying a few feet away, knowing it was your wand, in your hand, that killed him, and both of us knowing that you weren't sorry. But most of all, I'll never forget the moment I looked into your eyes that cold night, for in that moment, everything fell into place, and I knew why I was there, I knew why everything in my life had happened, I knew why I had survived when so many of the people I loved did not. You, Draco, you were my reason."

Harry gently wiped a tear from his lover's face as he continued, trying to control his own emotions brought back by painful yet wonderful memories. "And then, when you walked over to me, and embraced me, let me cry on your shoulder as you cried on mine, I knew I finally had a home; in your arms. In that moment, I knew that everything I had been through, all the pain and suffering and loss I had endured up to that point, I would gladly do all over again if the same results would be achieved. I finally found peace that night, not in Voldemort's death, no, but in you." Harry reached up to gently push a fallen strand of hair behind Draco's ear.

"You, Draco, are my love, my strength, my solace, my home. No matter where I am, where life takes us, I will always be at home, as long as you are there. I want to open my eyes each morning, and see your beautiful eyes; and if the day shall ever come that you're not there, I never want to open my eyes again. You're my reason for being, love; you're all that keeps me going some days. I don't want to imagine a day without you, a breath without you. You're everything to me, and you're everything that makes me who I am, and who I want to be. These past four years with you have been nothing short of Heaven. You make eternity seem much too short. What I'm trying to say is: Draco, what are you doing for the rest of my life?" Harry asked softly, his own eyes shining, as he held out a small ornate box, containing a beautiful silver and gold bonding ring.

Draco rarely cried, he had been taught not to, but he couldn't stop the tears that flowed freely from his eyes at the words and love of the man standing before him. Not being able to speak, he silently raised his hand, and allowed the stunning ring to be placed upon his finger. Looking down at the ring for a moment, trying to find his voice, he looked back into the eyes of the man he loved so much he thought his heart would surely burst. Taking a steadying breath, he made his reply. "Loving you, Harry; loving you."

Smiling widely, Harry laced his arms around the blonde, pulling him close, and kissing him slowly, passionately; trying to convey all he felt in that one precious kiss.

Draco, having become quickly lost in the moment, pulled back breathlessly, realising they were still outside by the lake on the property they had bought three years ago when they had decided to live together. "Let's go home, love."

Harry grinned, leaning his forehead against Draco's. "I am home, Draco."

Draco chuckled, and kissed Harry's nose affectionately, as he took on a low sultry voice. "Perhaps, but I'd much prefer a bed for what I am about to do to you."

Harry moaned as a shiver made its way slowly down his spine. "To the house then."

Draco laughed, and deciding walking would be much too slow, Apparated them straight into the bedroom. Once there, he took his time undressing Harry piece by piece, nipping gently here and there as each new expanse of silken skin was exposed, while Harry did the same to him. Once every restricting piece of clothing was removed, Draco placed Harry in the centre of the bed, climbing gently on top of him, and engaging him in a loving, heated kiss.

Harry groaned, and wrapped his legs around his lover's waist, causing their erections to rub against one another, creating a dizzying friction that would surely drive them both insane. "Gods, Draco, hurry." The deep chuckle that followed his whispered words sent pleasant vibrations throughout his entire body, and he moaned loudly.

"Impatient, aren't we?" Draco asked, as he inserted a long, elegant finger into his lover's warmth, causing Harry to arch off of the bed, hissing in his breath between clenched teeth at the onslaught of sensation.

"Yes!" He gasped, although in answer to Draco's question, or merely in ecstasy, neither one were sure.

Harry began rocking back on Draco's finger, and the blonde finally inserted another, and then another, until he was sure his fiancé was thoroughly prepared for what was about to happen.

"I'm ready Draco, please... " Harry groaned, running his hands along the smooth skin of Draco's back, feeling the shivers that were running through the body above him. But much to his dismay, Draco removed his fingers, and leaned up to capture his lips in a searing kiss, and then began trailing hot kisses down his chest and abdomen, before taking Harry's entire length into his sinful mouth.

"Gods, Draco! What are you doing? I'm going to... to... ." Harry forgot what he was trying to say, as Draco's warm tongue and mouth took him to heights he had never even dreamed of. His body tensed, and his fingers clenched the bedclothes, as he screamed out his release. Draco nursed him through his aftershocks with light touches and tender kisses. Once his breathing was somewhat normal, he looked quizzically at the blonde smirking above him. "What did you do that for?"

Draco leaned into Harry's ear, placing his lips against them as he spoke. "Because," he purred, "That's not the last time you'll come tonight, love, I promise. I want you as relaxed as possible, as I am going to fuck you harder than you ever thought possible."

Even though he had just had an extremely intense orgasm, Harry felt a tingle of arousal in the pit of his stomach at Draco's words, and spread his legs gently in welcome to the blonde still above him, gasping as his lover slid slowly into him, and causing his already overly sensitive body to go into sensory overload. He had never felt such pleasure, nor had he felt such love. This man would soon be his husband, his betrothed... his forever.

Harry gave himself over completely to Draco, meeting the man in each hard thrust, matching each shout of pleasure, and returning each love-filled gaze. His hands roamed over Draco's delicious body, touching everywhere they could reach, while his lips claimed the blonde's fiercely as his own.

"You're beautiful," Draco panted, kissing and suckling at Harry's neck as his thrusts began increasing, sending them both into whirlwinds of passion and ecstasy.

Harry thought his every nerve to surely be on fire. He had never felt such intensity, and as Draco's calloused palms ran lightly over his nipples, Harry came for the second time, feeling Draco's warmth spill into him in the same moment.

Falling asleep that night wrapped up in one another's arms, both knew that forever wasn't long at all.