Title: Prove It
Author: Sheen ( [email protected] )
Rating: R
Summary: Short pseudo smutty ficlet in which Draco meets Harry's challenge. Prequel to Checkmate.
Warnings: Angsty slash.

Prove It

Harry wandered around the castle on one of his midnight escapades. He had neglected to bring his invisibility cloak and the Marauder�s Map. He had grown cocky from years of not getting caught. And to be fair, the lack of any real danger since Voldemort�s death had left Harry feeling a sort of want for the times in which an action like this would have been foolish and ridiculously precarious.

He found himself in front of the Room of Requirement; the door appeared after he imagined a couch and a rather large bottle of fire whiskey.

He stepped inside to be faced with a very familiar pale head sitting on a luxurious dark brown leather arm chair. He, too, had a bottle of the potent drink and appeared to be reading a book. Grey eyes turned upwards to glare at the intruder.

�And here I was thinking how truly annoyed I was getting with sitting here in peace catching up with my reading. Thinking, �Wow, this is getting dull and monotonous; I could use a petty argument with a long time rival to spice up the night.� This room truly is amazing.�

Harry rolled his eyes, �And I was just thinking that I would like nothing more than an encounter with a pretentious, self righteous, bleach blond prat��

Draco slapped the book down on his lap, �How DARE you! I do NOT bleach my hair!�

Harry scoffed, �If you�re a natural blond, then Voldemort�s my lover��

Draco gave the Gryffindor a look of utter disgust, �Well, whatever necrophiliac kicks you get from the former Dark Lord is entirely your business.�

Despite himself, Harry laughed, �There is no way that ethereal white hair is natural. Unless of course, you aren�t pureblood. It wouldn�t surprise me in the slightest if you were part veela.�

The blond placed the book on the arm of the chair, stood up and approached the Gryffindor.

�My hair colour IS natural, my family IS pureblood, and you ARE the biggest prat I�ve ever met!�

�Prove it��

Draco rolled his eyes, �I don�t need anything else to prove it. Your existence in and of itself should be proof enough of just how much of a bastard you really are.�

The Gryffindor laughed again, �No, you imbecile. Prove you�re a natural blond.�

Draco stared at Harry bemused, �If you don�t want to take my word for it, there�s nothing I can do to prove it short of��

Harry�s lips turned up in a feral grin.

�You�re a bloody pervert as well?!�

�Don�t get all excited, Malfoy. If you�re too ashamed of the size of your prick-I�ve heard inbreeding can do that to a man-then that is perfectly understandable��

Without missing a beat, the blond shrugged off his cloak, to reveal his very tight silver shirt and a pair of black trousers. He undid the button and opened the fly. Draco never wore pants, so when he pulled down his trousers he revealed all of his natural glory.

Harry gasped; the blond�s penis was flaccid, and still larger than any average bloke�s when hard.

�There. Satisfied?� Draco slowly buttoned his trousers, basking in the satisfaction of bringing the Boy Who Lived to incoherence.

Harry shook his head to bring himself out of his reverie, �Well, it does prove you are a natural blond. But it throws any idea that you are a pureblood out the window��

The blond scowled and moved to slap Harry. Being a seeker had never come in handier. Harry grabbed Draco�s wrist and in a flurry of movement, had the Slytherin pressed up against the wall.

Draco moaned when his back slammed into the concrete.

Harry raised his left brow and smirked, �Now who�s the pervert?�

The Gryffindor pressed himself against the blond. He had managed to keep Draco�s arms above his head. His wrists were so thin; Harry only needed to use his left hand to keep Draco in that position.

Their lips were maybe an inch apart.

Draco started to writhe against the thigh that was pressed against his now very hard cock. Harry�s breathing started to labor, �Your breath stinks of whiskey��

�Your breath just stinks�� The blond hissed, and then proceeded to lick the outline of the Gryffindor�s lips.

Harry let out a guttural moan and closed the little distance there was between them. Draco hadn�t opened his mouth fast enough, so Harry bit his lower lip. The blond moaned in pain, giving Harry enough leeway to rape his mouth with his tongue.

With his free hand, Harry combed his fingers into Draco�s obviously natural blond hair. Gently at first, then he tightened his grip and yanked the blond�s head back slightly. The force brought their lips apart. Harry licked a trail down his pale neck, softly biting. The biting turned into sucking as he got rougher.

Draco inhaled sharply, and attempted in vain to free his hands. Harry�s lips made their way back to Draco�s mouth.

But just as quickly as it had started, it ended. Harry pulled away and released Draco�s hands. He stared at the swollen lipped Slytherin for a moment before turning away.

Draco yanked at Harry�s sleeve to turn him back around, �Where are you going?�

The Gryffindor pulled his arm free and backed away, �I have all the proof I need.�

The hatred that flickered across Draco�s countenance in that moment was so pure it was almost tangible. He scowled with disgust and slapped Harry. The force would leave a red mark for quite some time.

Harry stared after Draco�s retreating form. He flinched as the door was slammed shut.

Harry rubbed his cheek as he threw himself upon the couch. He leaned over toward the end table to grab the bottle of fire whiskey when he saw something that only somewhere deep within his subconscious could have requested of the Room of Requirement. A simple muggle photograph of Draco Malfoy smiling.

Harry held the picture with his left hand, as his right began to unbutton his trousers.

�Fuck you, Malfoy��

End.