Harry watched the tall, lean body of his secret lover stalk the halls; he was head boy and patrolling for new victims. Harry was the happiest he had ever been, even finding Sirius Black his Godfather, did not compare. His lover was very tall, standing six feet, a good half-a-head taller than Harry himself.
Beneath his robes, he hid one hell of a body, fitted by Quidditch and such. His darkly coloured robes flowed behind his sixth-year-self much like his own Godfather. Harry's Boyfriend, his lover, companion. Draco shifted his eyes from side-to-side, knowing that the astronomy tower was a hott spot for shagging and snogging. He had taken part in the merrymaking on more than one occasion. It didn't surprise the young Malfoy that there were not as many students breaking school rules that nite. They had heard the Ice Prince was ordered to this area and fled before Draco could say "sex"; a word he rarely had trouble forming.
Draco felt a familiar pair of eyes settle on his back and he absconded into a corner to wait. For his Lover, his best friend, panicked when he lost sight of his love, eyes widening he ran in the direct of the dark robes. Passing a hidden corner, his robe snagged on something and he was pulled sharply back into something hard and supportive. Gasping for breath, he watched knowingly as two, thin arms encircled his waist.
A pair of full lips came to his neck and he felt weak. "...Draco..." he breathed, becoming flushed. Draco turned Harry around in his arms to face his boyfriend of one year, looking at his reddening face for only a mere second before taking him into a fierce kiss. It was the only way Harry could describe Draco's kisses. Fierce, as if coming from someone who had nothing in his life to give but everything in the world to gain. Harry knew his place in their relationship, submissive, passive & bottom.
His lover was bigger than he, so no argument came forth from the boy. Draco leaned Harry into the small corner with his body, earning a weak whimper, he took Harry's face into his soft, pale hands. Pulling back, Harry looked deep into his lovers eyes, searching for something he didn't even know existed. His tan, Quidditch calloused hand wondering aimlessly over the mark on his fore-arm. Under his rough fingers, he felt the mark move and shudder, and he glanced up to see Draco's reaction.
When he received a strong smirk, Harry pushed Draco's robes to the floor, revealing a form fitting white shirt and black, tight jeans with a dragon insignia on the leg. He let his eyes dance over the temptation before him and his hand traced the mark exactly. Looking down, Draco caught Harry in a passionate kiss, one that showed ownership and love.
As Draco's mouth moved further south, to his neck, his collar...Harry gripped the Dark Mark that burned his lover's arm. His knees buckled under his ministrations and his mind began slipping into bliss.
Death Eater, he knew. But as his robes met the ground and his lips became bruised, he didn't care.