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A/N: Read the accompanying piece "The Shriek" after this chapter.

Draco grasped his wand firmly in one hand and his crotch in the other. "Still hard," he wheezed. I hurried past him. I tip-toed up the stairs while he waddled behind me. I peeked through Hermione's open door. Her bed was rumpled, but empty. The bathroom was dark. I took a deep breath and opened the door to Ron's room.

"Holy shit" flew right out of my mouth.

"Oh, my gods," Hermione and Ron chorused.

They were connected in an obscene manner and on the floor (heaven, help me, I don't want to know why). I slammed the door closed. I turned and fled back down the stairs. Draco was only on the first riser, and his gait did not look much improved.

"Not. Death Eaters," I said with a bite of finality. Draco leaned back against the wall in relief. I kissed him on the cheek. My heart was slowing, but his was still going strong as he pulled me in for a crushing kiss on the lips.

"Oh, thank Merlin. I did not want to fight with a raging hard-on. I still need you so bad." He bit at my ear as he whispered. His fingers dug into my arse, pulling me closer. "Carry me back to bed, or you're dropping to your knees right here."

"That's what you'd really like, isn't it? You liked getting off in the laundry room, and now you want me to get you off right here at the foot of the stairs," I growled. Draco whimpered and moaned and sagged against me.

"Bed," he choked out. Even in the darkness I could see the tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

"I can't c—carry you," I gasped, struggling under his weight. He slid down me and onto the floor. I hauled his limp form over to the couch. I couldn't lift him up onto the cushions so I put a pillow under his head.

"Harry, please," Draco cried softly. His hands fumbled with the fasteners on his trousers. He got more and more frantic as they continued to elude him. I pushed his hands aside. He arched up into me as I undid the buttons. He shoved his trousers down as soon as he could. He let out a loud groan, and I had to put a hand over his mouth to quiet him.

I wrapped my free hand around his hard and leaking cock. He was writhing and obscenely fellating my fingers. It took only moments for him to come. He shuddered and released my fingers.

I went into the bathroom to wash my hand. When I came out again, Draco was sitting up. I helped him stand and rebutton his trousers. He followed me back to the bedroom on shaky legs.

"Wow," I said in the safety of our room.

"Harry, I…" Draco gave up on whatever he was trying to say and climbed into bed. He buried his face under the covers.

I couldn't convince him to come out, so I shucked off my clothes and climbed in beside him. I put my hand on his left shoulder. I half expected him to shrug it off, but he didn't.

"That was embarrassing," he said reluctantly.

"It really wasn't a big deal," I told him.

"Maybe not to you," he snapped at me.

"So what, you're mad at me now?"

"Might as well be."

"Why?"

"…"

"Why?" I repeated.

"Because it's easier to be mad at you than feel humiliated because I can't control myself."

"Don't you think you're taking this a little too seriously? You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm not judging you or anything like that. I love you. And maybe I like it when you're out-of-control hot for me."

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Go to sleep."

TBC. Epic apologies for short chapter. Working more than one job is cutting into my writing time. I'm working as fast as I can for you. Much love to my devoted readers.