Alright, I'm so so so so so sorry its been this long. I don't even know when I updated last, but it's a month at least and I'm sorry. Lost my inspiration.. . Well, here's chapter six, I hope you enjoy it XD

As Harry silently left the Common Room in a t-shirt, his pants and a pair of slippers, he felt his heart pound. The young Potter had snuck out during the night so many times that he could hardly keep track of them, but never had without his Invisibility Cloak. Ron would have a lot to answer to in the morning.

Happy that he at least had the Marauder's Map, he unfolded said piece of parchment and whispered the password while gently tapping it. As soon as the labyrinth of black markings had unfolded itself, Harry decided that it would be safe to carry on.

"Young man," the Fat Lady said, her voice sounding sleepy and her eyes confirming the truth of this statement. "You should be aware that-"

Harry decided to pay her no further attention, hastily descending the stair leading to – or down from – the Gryffindor Tower.

Everything around Harry was quiet. Not as in peaceful silence or something similar, no, it felt as if he was starring in one of those scary Muggle movies, like he was being watched and something would jump forth from a bush at any given moment, only problem being that there were no bushes around him. But there were plenty of armours and statues...

He sped up, staring at the Map in his hands. There was nobody around, which only strengthened the feeling of anxiety. Why did it feel like he was being observed? Trying to forget the shivering down his spine, he turned around a corner. The hallway in front of Harry was as long as the one he'd just left, and the same uncomfortable darkness was clutching to every object within the Gryffindor's sight, making them blurry. Just like people. Dementors, perhaps...

What was wrong with him? Everybody knew that Harry Potter was brave, not to be frightened by mere silhouettes.

Abruptly, out of nothing appeared a stripe of golden light, shining through the crevice between the almost closed door and the unwelcoming, grey bricks that were the wall. His feet wouldn't take him any further; it was as if Harry knew that he'd have to be here rather than meeting Draco in the Room of Requirement.

Had he at any time been doubting his guts, the low, sobbing voice that now floated through the door was enough to trigger the black-haired boy's curiosity.

"Murtle?" he whispered to himself, feeling a cold hand grasping his intestines. It was commonly known that Moaning Murtle, the ghost residing in the Girls' bathroom, would cry every once in a while. But this was not the Girls' Bathroom on the third floor, so why would Murtle be here?

Harry fumbled with the Map, but no one appeared to be in the room at all. Suddenly he clutched the sides of the parchment, almost slapping his forehead. He'd been turning it upside down all along and been looking at a completely different room. Pure luck, he thought, realising that he could've run into practically anybody on his way down here. Turning it around, Harry quickly found the hallway he'd just passed through. Apparently he was finding himself in front of another bathroom, but a very small one.

The other dot in the room seemed to be sitting by the sinks on it's own. I should've guessed, Harry thought as he lit his wand and read the name. Draco Malfoy. Who else could it have been? The realisation didn't catch him off guard at all, but it still surprised him enough to keep his attention glued to the black marking long enough for another small, black dot – one that he hadn't noticed before – dart through the hallway unnoticed.

Oh, she would have to let her master know. He loved things like these, loved to be the one catching the children, loved to be the one who punished them, oh yes. It would please him, and he'd show her how much he loved her. Perhaps even let her sleep in his bed. Not by the pillow of course, oh of course not. But he would scratch her on her back, oh, on that sensitive spot she loved, yes. The best feeling in the whole world. The foolish, black-haired boy, who she'd followed down the hallway for the past minutes, would merely serve as a way of her acquiring her owner's affection. If she was lucky, he would still be there when she returned with him.

Madam Norris' yellow eyes saw everything clearly as she dashed across the cold stone floor, feeling her claws scratch their surface.

"Draco?" Harry heard his own worried voice boom through the room while he tugged the Map inside his robes. He also heard Draco's terrified squeak and the loud thump on the floor. His lover had definitely been frightened.

"W-who's there?" the Slytherin asked, rapidly jumping to his feet and pulling forth his wand.

"It's Harry," he replied, slowly moving forward. Feeling the tension in his shoulders disappear, he knew that Draco had put away the weapon.

"Why're you sitting here?" he(seems as if Harry says it but just to be sure, is it?) asked, trying not to let his voice give away his frustration. Why was Draco not at the Room of Requirement where he was supposed to be five minutes ago?

Hypocrite, a low voice whispered in the back of his mind.

"Because the other kids bullied me and I fell. I've hurt my knee," Draco replied, and Harry creased his brows. It took the Gryffindor a few seconds to register the sarcasm dripping from the other one's voice.

"Yeah, life is harsh," he muttered, sliding across the floor to sit next to Draco, who responded with a snort.

They sat there for a moment, all of it reminding Harry a lot of the night in the Astronomy Tower. Then suddenly he realised that the sobs had ceased.

"You've stopped crying." he claimed.

"Well done," Draco replied sarcastically.

"I mean, why were you sad in the first place?" the Gryffindor mumbled, feeling like an idiot. Draco was not one to share his emotions.

"Because life's a bitch."

"Deep, truly deep."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Sure, then," Harry replied, wondering what to do of himself. "Wanna just sit here?" he asked.

"No, not really."

"Wanna go to the your dorm?"
"...No, not really."

Letting out a heavy sigh, the Gryffindor got on his feet.
"I'm not going to stay with you if you're just going to sulk, then." The insensitiveness of his words did not really matter to him, he'd experienced enough of Draco's bad mood during the last six years.

"Alright," his lover replied, also standing up now. "There's plenty of things to do in here besides sulking," he added, stepping closer to Harry.

A feeling of excitement shot through the young Potter's body, warming every part of it to the core. He was more than ready for what he supposed Draco was suggesting. Feeling an arm slide around his neck, he leaned towards his blond counterpart, giving in to the sensation completely. He gently touched the other one's back, guiding him toward the wall, and Draco followed his lead. But as they stood there - Draco smiling slightly and Harry tasting traces of the tears that earlier had been trailing down the Slytherin's lips and cheeks – a knocking on the door made them separate immediately.

"Well, well, well," a cold voice announced. "That is outrageous, unacceptable, disgusting..." Argus Filch looked like he was running out of words with which to describe his horror. "I'm certain that the Headmaster will not like this very much," he continued, rubbing his hands.

"Got no idea what you're talking about," Draco sneered, stepping further away from Harry.

"I believe you do."

"I don't."
"Follow me," the man ordered, pointing at both of the boys with one hand.

Filch knocked on the door several times before a voice finally answered his eager pleading.

"Yes?" Albus Dumbledore opened the door, his silvery beard neatly tied to his belt and a red hat pulled down on top of his head. "What seems to be the problem, Argus?" he asked, his voice polite as ever.

"I found these two boys lurking around the hallways," Filch replied, grinning at the two teenagers. Clearly he was going to wait a bit before dropping the bomb.

"Is it not a little late to come visit me for such matters? Have you discussed it with Minerva?" A short moment, Harry was sure that he spotted a small smile playing around in the corner of Dumbledore's mouth, as if he knew something they didn't.

"I thought I'd go directly to you, Albus," Filch said, his eyes asking if they could enter the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore sighed but nodded, inviting them in with a gesture of his hand.

Harry was not at all too surprised when he noticed professor McGonagall's slippers hastily tugged in behind a bookshelf in the circular room, he just couldn't help hoping for professor Dumbledore that Filch would not see them. Too many secrets to his liking was already about to be revealed.

"Now, what is it that is so important?" the silver-bearded Headmaster asked, facing the three of them. Draco looked rather uncomfortable, staring helplessly at Harry.
"You see, I found these two boys in the bathroom on seventh floor. Kissing, Albus. Surely, we cannot allow such monstrous acts to take place in Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore's eyes wandered from Harry's face to Draco's, eyes revealing a lot more depth and wisdom than what could be expected of one man alone.

"I choose to believe, Argus, that it is not what you love, but who. Should I decide to have relations with.. for arguments sake, let's say a teacher," Harry felt the powerful eyes rest on him, and he realised that Dumbledore already knew that Harry had figured out his secret, "would you then care to tell me if I was doing the right thing?"

Filch looked like he'd been punched as he discovered that Dumbledore wasn't going to have his back.
"The world's a judgmental place, dear Argus," the older man continued to mutter, thoughtfully playing with a strand of his beard. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep. I have an appointment with professor Snape in the morning, and I will need my strength. He's not fond of getting up early." He chuckled slightly as he lead the three visitors toward the door.

Shortly after they'd left the room and were staring at the stair, they suddenly heard the thoughtful voice behind them once again.
"Oh, and Argus, I think that these boys needs to be taught not to sneak around in the middle of the night. But please, do not hang them up at their thumbs. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, professor," Harry said, waving slightly.

Taught not the sneak around in the middle of the night. He had a strange feeling that Filch would do whatever in his power to punish them. But, if that's what it took to keep their secret safe. He gently squeezed Draco's hand as they descended the stairs, in return feeling a provocative hand at his left butt cheek.

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