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The rain was coming down harder now, soaking Harry and Draco to the bone. Draco felt Harry shiver beneath him, although from the chill of the rain or from pleasure he wasn’t sure. He propped himself up on his elbow over the young seeker and said teasingly, “Had enough have you?” The rain had flattened harry’s shirt against his chest and draco could see the well defined muscles through the now sheer material. He began to trace his long, thin index finger along the outline of his collarbone. He traced it along the slippery wet skin of harry’s neck up onto his soft, supple lips, once flesh toned, now thinly covered in blood. Harry lifted his head, seperating his lips and slowly sucking on draco’s finger, until he reached it’s tip, playfully running his tongue from knuckle to nail.

Releasing the finger from it’s willing captive, Harry let his head rest once more on the ground and smiled playfully at the silvery blonde haired boy above him. Draco, amused sneered back. He too could play this game. He owned this game. If anything Harry had learnt this from him. He lowered his body flat against Harry’s, which responded instantaneously. His jaw aligned next to harry’s, he let his full lips brush harry’s ear as he whispered, “Is that the best you can do, Potter?”

As if responding to a command, Harry grabbed Draco by the knot of his school tie and pushed it tight against dracos long, milky white neck. Draco, stunned at the sudden action rolled off harry onto the mud covered ground beside him and reached up to loosen the tie, but wasn’t fast enough. Harry had pulled himself on top of Draco and now stradled his waist, holding the end of the tie at a distance, making a leash-like effect. Draco growled, his lower lip vibrating. Harry held tight to the tie with his right hand and cupped dracos angular jaw with his left, his thumb lay atop dracos mouth, silencing him. He stared down into those usually cold grey eyes, now alight with youthfulness and lust and answered him without words.

His gaze moved down along dracos neck, onto his chest and stopped at the opening to his shirt. The first two buttons where already undone. Harry began to work at undoing the others. With every button he undid he explored the territory with his tongue. Finally, he unfastened the last button, there seemed so many, and pushed the material aside, watching as the pale, muscular flesh erupted in goosebumps fin response to the ice cold rain that falled ruthlessley upon it.

Forgetting the tie, Harry readjusted himself over Draco. Inching his straddling position down dracos waist and making extra effort to rub harder as he moved down, slowly, making Draco rapt with anticipation. He could feel and hear dracos breathing getting heavier as Harry kissed his taut, smooth stomach. Grinning as he sucked the ice cold raindrops out of Dracos navel. The cause of this unusual act caused something even more unusual. Draco pushed his head back and giggled.

Could Draco, Only son of Lucius Malfoy, be tickiilish? Shocked, and admittently very turned on by this, Harry became determined to make draco laugh again. Now raised up on all fours above him,and positioning his ankles and knees around dracos limiting his movement, Harry grabbed his captives wrists forcefully and bent towards the pale smooth surface of it’s stomach and blew a giant sloppy raspberry against the already rain covered surface.

Draco lurched back once more, only harder this time, and gasped between shrieks of mirth, “Good gawd potter,” he struggled to free his hands without much use,

“what the hell do you think you are doing?”

Harry let go of dracos hands and slid his own down dracos abdomen. Fingering the well built muscles that his skin knew so well over and over again until he felt dracos body lurch in laughter again.

Finally Draco cried uncle. Desperately he slapped Harry’s hands away, Harry looked at Draco, whose normally pale cheeks were now flushed. Dracos chest rose and fell in a deep rythym. Keeping his gaze locked with harry’s. His grey eyes full of question and humour. His usual cruel snarl spread into a rare, although cheeky grin.

“Got off on that did you?” At this question, Harry had released dracos legs and was now sitting up, looking down at him, legs arched on either side of draco, bracing him.

Ignoring the question completely due to redundancy, he cocked an eyebrow at him and said in a sing song voice, “Someone showed and emotion, someone showed an emotion”.

“I wouldn’t be too impressed with yourself potter. It has been known to happen, on occasion.” Draco sighed obviously and examined the nails of his left hand. “But anyways, less talk, more fuck”. He grabbed harrys neck forcefully and bit onto it, making harry moan with a mixture of pain and exspectation.

Draco was now on harry’s lap, facing him. One hand pulling his neck closer, his other hand reaching underneath his shirt, nails digging into flesh.

Harry clung to him, mouth stretched open, gasping in arousal. His attention now being directed to dracos roaving hand, as it moved from back to front,from upper body to lower.Slowly, with the great precision and familiarity of a lover, Draco began to work harry, his spindly fingers making the seeker hard and exspectant.

Almost out of ritual, Harry let go of Draco and pushed his head down to his crotch. And when he came, Draco was more than ready,his mouth functioning the steady flow with skill.

As Harry climaxed, a crack of thunder filled the darkening sky, followed shortly by a brilliant fork of lightening, making draco abandon his task in suprise. He could see Harry mouthing something, but the sound of the thunder was deafening.

The rain fell harder now, drenching the two boys. For what seemed like an eternity, Harry sat facing draco. A question flooding his bright green eyes. The lighetning aluminated the olive, carved features of his maturing face. His dark hair curled from the damp, unveiling his famous scar. Draco’s lower body lurched in want a harry ran his tongue over his lips to catch the moisture.