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"Who was it" demanded Harry, taking hold of Draco's hands between his. The blonde was still pushed up against the wall, and looked more than a little intimidated.
"Nathan, Keyes and Steele. The three dark haired ones who hang around in a little trio." Replied Draco.
"Nathan the little scrawny one, reminiscent of Theodore Nott before he got Bitten?" To anyone else but Draco, and possibly Ron, Harry would have seemed like he was taking the piss, but the blonde understood his boyfriend's way of dealing with this.
"None other." Draco leant forwards and Harry slipped his arms around the blonde's back, pulling him close.
"We can't discuss this here. Come on, we'll go up to the Room of Requirement. It's the only place we might get some peace." Harry plucked the Marauders Map from his bag and whispered "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." The map's secrets unfolded before him.
Draco let out a giggle as he saw that the Room of Requirement was already occupied – by Professors Trelawney and McGonagall.
"I wonder what they're doing" said Harry, checking their dormitory, finding it empty and starting to walk.
"Either shagging, with polyjuice, or arguing about which one wants to fuck Snape more."
Harry's mouth fell open.
"What the fuck, Draco?"
"Yeah – you didn't know?"
"What – that Trelawney and McGonagall are both crushing on Snape? I knew McGonagall was…" Harry was possibly more shocked than he had ever been.
"Shhh Harry. We can't discuss this here either."
He took the shell-shocked brunette's hand and they walked quickly and silently up to the Gryffindor tower, through common room and up to the dormitory. It still being just after breakfast time, the common room and dormitory were thankfully both deserted. Neither of the boys fancied running into anyone to have to explain what happened at breakfast.
As soon as they reached the Gryffindor boys dorm, the pair collapsed onto Harry's bed, which was recently the only one of the pair that was ever used. They curled together, Harry spooning round Draco.
"So. What we going to do?" asked the blonde after a moments silence.
"Kill them."
"Don't be ridiculous." Snapped Draco.
"I'm not being ridiculous" Snapped back Harry, with an equal amount of venom in his voice. "Nobody, and I mean not a single motherfucker is going to get away with hurting you, threatening you or otherwise pissing you off. We've fought enough for our freedom, why can't we just have an easy life? If Voldemort…" Draco grimaced "Get used to it, I was never afraid of him. If Voldemort and his little posse could kill all the knobs that got in their way why shouldn't i?
"You'll end up just like him."
"Meh meh meh." Harry knew he'd lost. He also knew Draco was right. He was well aware, deep down that he couldn't just kill everyone who got in his way.
"No need to start whining Harry, it wont make a difference."
"Of course it will. If I whine enough, you might kiss me to shut me up and then we can have this discussion later, rather than now."
"Harry, you're a fool." As the blonde squirmed in his boyfriend's arms, Harry pushed against him. Suddenly Draco lay still again. "As if I'm going to kiss you now I know how much you want it. Silly, silly Harry."
Harry flipped the unsuspecting blonde onto his back and straddled his slim hips.
"Now what you going to do?" he whispered dangerously
Draco struggled slightly, but to no avail. Sensing he was going to lose this battle, he raised his lips to Harry's in a tender kiss.
The pair lay there for a minute, joined at the lip and many other places in their bodies, simply feeling the slight movements from the other as they breathed. Draco pushed his hips slightly up towards Harry's, grinding against him and making the brunette gasp with the surprise and the pleasure of the unexpected feeling. Harry put his lips to Draco's neck, licking and sucking gently at the tender skin.
"Told you I'd win this battle" whispered Draco against his boyfriend's lips.
"You may have won the battle but you most certainly have not won the war, Mr. Malfoy" Harry smothered a laugh as he replied, seeing Draco's surprise at the name.
With a little smirk, the blonde regained his composure. "Harry, we need to go. Some of us have classes starting ooh about ten minutes ago." Draco grabbed Harry's hand, and gasped softly as the other boy pulled it away, wincing.
"Umm, yeah." Muttered Harry. "Maybe I shouldn't hit walls."
"Just not worth it huh babe?" Draco raised his boyfriend's hand to his still-smirking lips and placing a gentle kiss on his scraped knuckles.
"Something like that." Harry winced again. He turned his wrist slightly to take a look at the watch hanging slightly baggy off his wrist. "Shit – arse – fuck. As if Snape doesn't already think we're at it like rabbits, we're twenty minutes late!"
"Yeah babe, but you're with me now. I never get detention."
"Draco – ah I give up with you, boy!"
The pair stood, still hand in hand. It was Draco who moved first, wrapping an arm around the other boy in a chaste embrace.
"I'm falling for you Potter." He whispered against Harry's shoulder.
"Likewise." Responded the brunette.
"Isn't it great?"
"Yeah." Harry pressed his lips gently against Draco's, but then pulled swiftly away. "If we keep at this we'll never get to Potions and even you don't get away with totally skipping class!"
The smitten pair quickly rose, pulling skewed clothes into place and in Draco's case, running for the mirror to fix his not quite perfect hair.
"Hang on." Said Draco quietly from the mirror. "Look at me, Harry." He pointed with the tip of an expertly manicured finger to a purpling mark on his neck. "You have…marked me." He smirked. "Let's go to Potions."
If Harry had been a slightly weaker man, he would have cowered. Going to potions with a Draco who might as well have had "Property of a Potter" tattoed on his forehead? Snape was going to hire a lynch mob. Or he might just pass out again, thus giving the NEWTs Potion class yet another free period. Harry could just hear Hermione now 'Harry, you have to stop making Professor Snape pass out in class. We'll never pass our NEWTs'.
Once Harry's deranged and deluded thought process came to its natural conclusion, he took the hand Draco proffered and they headed all the way from the Gryffindor tower to the Potions lab.
"Why did we choose to be so bloody far away from a class we planned to be late to?" Asked Harry.
"Shhh." Snapped his boyfriend. "This is neither the time nor the place for asinine discussions about mental patterns, especially not yours."
A voice snapped very loudly from inside the Potions classroom, for during their "discussion" they had walked all the way across the castle.
"Kindly come in and stop disturbing my class!" Snape didn't sound happy. Harry pondered on how much more pissed off he would be when he saw what Harry had done to the previously unmarked ivory coloured neck of his precious blonde protégé.
Not wanting to find out, but knowing he must, Harry led the way into the Potions classroom.
"Potter, sit." Snape pointed his wand directly at Draco. "Concealus. Never come to my class looking like a slut again please Mr Malfoy."
The class progressed as they normally do, almost. Malfoy didn't try and blow up Harry's cauldron, but Snape did, which resulted in neither of the pair achieving any marks for the class. It seemed Snape had it in for not only Harry, which was nothing out of the ordinary, but also for Draco. It was probably the hickey, now concealed, which was the problem. Harry wondered how muggles disguised hickeys. He realised it must be terribly embarrassing for them, not being magical and all.
A/N: Seeing as it is now 3am, I'm going to sign off here. But I'm hoping posting will get me reviews, which normally inspire me. This story is going to take off again. I hope. So here's to me and Tashasaphi – my muse! Martini glasses up…I'll get mine, it's ginger. If you're part of my Crew,you'll want to put something disgusting in your ginger tea, something Russian. Lets hope they save me some.
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