This chapter is rated MA for sex.

Harry awoke the next morning and was sure last night was a dream. As he became further awake, more and more scenes of the night before started to flood his mind. Oh Merlin, what had he done?

He picked and prodded at his breakfast with a hand on his forehead.

"Hangover?" asked Hermione. Ron smirked.

"No," answered Harry. "It's Malfoy." Ron and Hermione were fully aware of Harry's 'situation' with Malfoy - Ron arguably more so than Hermione - but still, both raised their eyebrows at the mention of his name. "We'll talk later," continued Harry in response to their questioning looks.

"What happened?" asked Hermione as they returned to Gryffindor Tower before any of the other students. They didn't need any witnesses.

"We uhh..." began Harry. "...met last night."

"Where?" asked Ron. "And when? I didn't hear you leave."

"You couldn't hear anything while you were sleeping even if I Bombarded the door to your quarters," joked Hermione.

"We met in the Room of Requirement," continued Harry.

Ron and Hermione exchanged looks before bursting with laughter. "The Room of Requirement? Was it 'equipped' for your requirements?" Hermione asked between giggles.

Harry rolled his eyes. "...Yes," he grumbled.

Ron and Hermione clutched their sides.

"Are you quite done?" asked an embarrassed Harry.

Hermione wiped tears of laughter from her eyes as she answered "Sorry, Harry."

"So what happened, mate?" asked Ron once he had regained his composure.

"He sent me a note by owl - although the note was anonymous - requesting me to come to the Room of Requirement. So I did-"

"-Harry! How could you do such a thing?" interrupted Hermione. "It could have been a trap set by someone more serious."

"Who? Voldemort? I think he would go to greater lengths and be more extravagant if he wanted to lure me, don't you?" Harry asked. Ron winced at his name. "I did consider such a thing, and went to inspect under my cloak to be sure, plus I had my wand. It turned out only Draco was there, alone."

"And? What else?" asked Ron.

Harry sighed, because he knew what Ron was alluding to. "...A mattress," he answered reluctantly.

Ron and Hermione laughed all over again.

...

Before lunch that day, Harry ventured to the boys bathroom nearest the Great Hall to relieve himself. He basically ran from Ron and Hermione and told them that he had drank too much pumpkin juice at breakfast that morning.

He rushed to the nearest stall and sighed with relief. He heard a noise from behind him and realised he wasn't alone.

"Hey," came a voice from behind Harry. He thanked Merlin that he had zipped up his pants by now.

He turned to see who it was. "Draco?" he asked to the boy who was coming out from behind one of the stalls. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," Draco responded as Harry rushed over to the sinks and hurriedly washed his hands.

"I'm going to be late..." he mumbled as he tried to leave.

"Stay a while," said Draco, softly. He grasped Harry's wrist and led him to a stall, locking the door behind them.

"Um, Draco..."

"Shh," whispered Draco as he leaned in and kissed Harry's neck. "Sore?"

"What?" asked Harry.

"Are you sore; from last night?"

"Oh. Um, a little..." replied Harry.

"Then we won't go there," said Draco as he continued to kiss Harry's neck.

"No, Draco, I mean..." Harry began, but trailed off as Draco began to undo his pants zipper.

Harry clutched Draco's cheek and pulled his face to his own. His kissed Draco with more passion than he thought he possessed. Draco's hand crept into Harry's underwear and began to stroke him. Harry couldn't help but let out a groan, followed by "Draco, what if somebody hears us?", to which Draco replied, "Well, you'll just have to keep quiet now, won't you?"

Draco dropped Harry's pants to the floor and followed suit. He crouched down and took Harry into his mouth. Harry was panting as Draco pleasured him; he grabbed at Draco's hair, arched his back, and threw his head back against the stall wall as he came in Draco's mouth. His knees were weak. Draco stood up, pulling Harry's pants up with him. He kissed Harry, their tongues dancing wildly, as Harry did up his button and zipper.

Draco wiped the cum from the corner of his mouth and licked it. That was enough to send Harry over the edge as he felt like he could almost come in his pants again. He pushed Draco against the opposite wall of the stall and continued to kiss him. He started to undo Draco's pants...

"What do you have this afternoon?" Harry heard a student ask, plus a door slam. The footsteps seemed awfully close to he and Draco.

"We have an Apparition class, remember?" said another. The door of the stall beside Draco and Harry's closed and locked. Whoever it was - obviously a sixth year - was in the stall right next to them. And the other was on the opposite side. All that was between them was a not-very-thick piece of wood. Draco smirked and raised his fingers to his lips, indicating for Harry to be quiet. Harry nodded.

"Oh, right! I forgot about that. I was meant to be going to Honeydukes," said the first student.

"With who?"

"That cute fifth year girl that always reads next to the window by the Rowena statue in the commonroom."

"Well, what's more important?" asked the second student, and Harry heard him leave the stall.

"Hard to decide," laughed the first as he opened a tap and Harry heard the water run. They kept talking for a minute more. A door slammed.

Then, silence. They had left.

"Alone - again - at last," said Draco as he kissed Harry again.

Harry dropped Draco's pants to the floor and took as much of Draco into his mouth as possible. Then he worked on the head of Draco's cock, while simultaneously stroking the length. He then continued on working Malfoy up and down, up and down, faster, faster, faster, them slower, then faster again, responding to Draco's every move, every moan and groan, every back arch, every hair pull...

"Oh," muttered Draco. "I'm... I'm..."

He arched his back as he came in Harry's mouth, panting. Harry stood up and looked at Draco.

"You don't have to," said Draco when he saw the look on Harry's face afterwards. Harry left the stall, walked over to one of the sinks, and spat. "Although it means you don't love me," joked Draco. "We should do this more often," he said to Harry as he fixed his hair.

Harry smiled. "Yeah, maybe we should."

They kissed once more before leaving the bathroom and going their seperate ways. Harry felt his cheeks and hoped no one would noticed he was a little flushed.

"Where've you been?" Ron asked as Harry met him at the doors to the Great Hall. "I thought you fell in."

"Sorry, I got held up," responded Harry as he smiled.