Ian and Mickey visit the Shrieking Shack.

The wind howled outside and cold seeped in through the cracks of the Shrieking Shack, but Ian had never felt warmer. Firewhiskey was burning in his throat and his veins, and Mickey was pressed against his side.

"Remind me again why I agreed to come out here?" Mickey asked. "It's cold as balls."

"You agreed to come out here, so we could do this," Ian answered, pulling Mickey in for a deep kiss. He smiled, "And this." Ian kissed the corners of Mickey's mouth. "And this." He worked his way down his jaw, nipping and sucking on every spot that he knew drove Mickey wild. "And-"

"Yeah, okay. I think I get it." Mickey said and climbed onto Ian's lap. Now, it was his turn to kiss Ian. He crashed their mouths together, and brought more heat into their kisses. Ian worked his hands under the smaller boy's clothing, and Mickey jumped. "Fuck, Gallagher!"

He shoved his sweater down and pushed Ian's hands away. Ian looked bewildered. "What?"

"Your hands are fucking freezing!" Ian let out a small breath and laughed. "Wha- don't laugh at me."

"I'm sorry, Mick." He couldn't stop laughing. "It's just," it was hard to talk when he was laughing so hard, "Aren't you supposed to be the super tough Slytherin here? You know, nothing bothers me my heart's made of ice?"

"Fuck off," Mickey stood, so he would stop bouncing from Ian's laughter. "You're the big, brave Gryffindor who nearly pussied out of coming here." He pouted his lip slightly and crossed the room to pick up the firewhiskey bottle.

"Aw, Mickey, c'mon," Ian stopped laughing now, and got up and went to him. "I'm sorry. I've just never seen you make a face like that."

Mickey scoffed.

"Mick," Ian circled his arms around his waist and turned Mickey to face him. "I'm sorry." He leaned their foreheads together, "Kiss and make up?"

Mickey raised his eyebrows playfully, and began to push his hips against Ian's, "How about a little more than kissing, huh?"

Ian smiled, "Yeah, I suppose we could do that."

They kissed again and Mickey brought his hands up to Ian's hair, running his fingers through it, and tugging lightly. Ian groaned softly into his mouth and ground his hips harder against Mickey.

Ian repeated his earlier action of biting and marking Mickey's neck. Showing everyone he was his whether they knew who put the marks there or not. He heard the older boy's breath hitch while he bit down hard against his pulse point. He laved his tongue over the spot, and sucked a rather large hickey onto his neck. The colour already darkening in perfect contrast to his pale skin.

When he pulled away to admire his work, Mickey's pupils where blown wide in lust, and they were both breathing heavily. "So, me taking off your clothes didn't work out too well last time. How about we strip ourselves?" Ian suggested. Mickey simply nodded and yanked at his layers.

Silently Mickey cursed the cold weather for forcing him to wear so much clothing, but once they were both completely naked, he found himself not caring at all. Ian was so perfect it was hard to concentrate on anything besides the gorgeous, toned body in front of him. "I love Quidditch," he breathed, and Ian laughed.

Honestly, he loved Ian's laugh more than anything, well besides Ian. He couldn't care less when he laughed at him only because he got to hear his laugh. It was so musical and pure and full of life. And the first time he heard it he realised he'd never heard a better sound. Mickey hadn't noticed he was staring until Ian cleared his throat quietly.

"Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna get on me?" Ian smirked and Mickey shook his head as he nearly tackled Ian to the ground. Ian's eyes flew wide, but he managed to balance them both by shoving Mickey against the wall.

Their kisses were feverish. They ran their hands all over one another. Ian kneaded his hands into Mickey's ass, drawing a small moan from him. The red head reached down and pulled Mickey's legs to wrap around his waist. Their hips moved together wonderfully, and with the way Mickey was nipping at his earlobe and hitting all his sensitive spots, Ian didn't think he was going to last long.

"Fuck, Mick," he whispered. He kissed him hard once before pulling away, "Please tell me you prepped already."

"I didn't buy all those fucking wizard sex books for nothin'. Now, will you please get in me? Holy shit."

Ian chuckled softly, and bit the brunet's plump lower lip. Mickey moved forward and kissed him. Ian pushed him harder against the wall, never breaking the kiss, and brought one hand down to guide himself into his hole. Slowly, he pushed in still amazed after all this time at how tight Mickey was and how wonderful he felt around him. It was like they were made for each other. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he buried his head in Mickey's neck, and grunted as he bottomed out. They waited like that for a few moments as Ian let Mickey adjust. "Christ, you're so big," Mickey groaned. He never felt as full as he did when Ian was fucking him. No one could compare that was for sure. After a minute, Mickey squirmed against him, "Fucking move."

Ian smirked slightly and obeyed. He pulled out slightly and pushed back in, making them both moan. "Fuck, Gallagher."

He picked up the pace after that moving so he was almost all the way out and then slamming back in. They always fucked hard and fast, and that was how they both liked it. Ian ramming himself deep into Mickey, and Mickey rolling his hips and moaning loud enough to echo around the room. Ian would have never pegged Mickey as someone who was vocal during sex, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining.

The moved together in perfect rhythm. Mickey's face soon screwed up tight, and Ian knew he'd found his prostate. "Right there, please, please, there, shit!"

Ian thrust hard rubbing that perfect spot again and again. Pleasure shot up Mickey's spine with each motion, the sensations were overwhelming. "I think I'm gonna- Fuck, Ian!" Mickey's back arched into him, and he squeezed tight around Ian, dragging him over the edge as well. With a call of his name, Ian shot into Mickey pumping him full before sinking to the floor.

"Holy shit, Mick," Ian said quietly, laying his head on his shoulder. Mickey hummed in agreement. "Do you have the energy to go back to campus?"

"Fuck, no."

Ian chuckled. "Okay, then." He slowly pulled out of Mickey and murmured a cleaning spell. His muscles screamed in protest but he stood once more to grab the blanket they'd left folded on the other side of the room.

"Here," He laid the blanket over Mickey and then crawled underneath it to join him. They tangled themselves together and held each other close to keep the cold at bay. Ian kissed the back of Mickey's neck, sending small shivers down his spine and filling him with contentment.

As he drifted off to sleep Mickey couldn't help himself, "Love you." He muttered, just loud enough so Ian could hear, but not too loud so he could say he was sleep talking if Ian was a bitch about it the next day. Though, who was he kidding? Even if he was gonna be a bitch, Mickey would never deny it. He was in too deep.

Ian's heart swelled at Mickey's words. His face split in a smile that he was sure Mickey could feel against his back. But he didn't say anything he just pulled Mickey closer, and listened to the wind, and replayed those words in his mind till he fell asleep.

A/N: send me prompts or other cliches you want included :)