First chapter originally posted 09-07-03, after GoF but pre-OotP.
Some good, old-fashioned steamy(?) Drarry slash, featuring Confident!Determined!Draco and Shy!Nervous!Harry. Don't read if you don't like boy-on-boy. You've been warned.
Mutual
Harry's eyes slid open slowly, wondering what was happening. He was immersed in hot water, and the smell of scented bubbles filled his nose. Ah, yes, the Prefect's bathroom. He closed his eyes again and leaned back onto the edge of the tub a moment, sighing. He had fallen asleep in the Prefect's bathroom yet again. Studying for the O.W.L.s into the wee hours of the morning had not allowed him much time for sleep or anything else. His heavy-lidded eyes slid back open, and he willed himself to get out of the large bathtub long enough to stumble back to his dorm and into bed. His body wasn't listening.
There was a soft sound and the slightest hint of movement on the far side of the bathroom. Suddenly, Harry was wide awake. Somebody was there and watching him. A figure moved closer to the large bathtub. The bathroom was poorly lit at that time of night (morning, rather) and all Harry could see was a blurry outline, obviously male, who seemed to be nude except for a towel wrapped around his waist. Harry turned and scrambled for his glasses, which he had carefully placed on the edge of the tub. He attempted to clear the fog from them, failed miserably, and slid them up his nose anyway.
Oh, my. Well. Yes, the figure was definitely male. As he approached the source of light, a magically lit lamp high on the wall above the tub, Harry could see him much clearer. Harry first noticed the sculpted chest, thin but defined, and then the fluffy white towel that was sliding down to his hips, close to falling off.
"Enjoy your nap, then?" A deep, drawling voice reached Harry's ears. A moment later, Harry realized with a shock that both the voice and the delicious looking body belonged to Draco Malfoy.
Harry gasped a bit. "What are you doing here?" he choked out, mentally calling himself numerous kinds of idiot. Malfoy was a prefect; he had every night to be in the prefect's bathroom, even if it was an odd time of night- morning. He suddenly became very, very aware that the previously thick layer of bubbles was now rather translucent.
"I was planning on asking you the same question, although I think it makes a little more sense, coming from me." Malfoy commented, raising an eyebrow slightly. A half-smirk slid onto his face as he said, "Having a wet dream?"
Harry smiled a bit in spite of himself at the horrible pun, and relaxed. If Malfoy was going to joke around, so was he. He playfully flicked at the water. "Ah, but the real question is, what were you doing while watching me?"
"Watching you? Oh, no, I just got here. If I knew there was going to be any type of show to be watched, I would have gotten front-row tickets and been here much earlier." The smirk widened.
Harry blinked a bit. Apparently any type of questioning had been forgotten in exchange for... for what? What was this? Flirting. Harry's logic center told him. This is definitely a very corrupted and unusual way of flirting. He paused. He's straight, damnit. All over Parkinson all the time. Why would he be flirting with me?
While Harry tried to figure out what exactly was going on, Malfoy stepped closer to the tub, obviously planning on getting in. "No peeking!" The smirk widened even more. Harry had barely even closed his eyes when he heard the soft sound of the thick towel falling to the floor. An eternal pause later, Harry heard the distinct splashing sound of Draco sliding into the water. Harry's eyes slid open to see that Malfoy had ducked underwater and his silvery hair was dripping into his eyes. Oh... my. Draco busied himself with the faucets and the tub began filling itself with fresh, soapy water.
"Will you be... joining me?" Malfoy queried amusedly.
Harry goggled, "In what?" immediately cursing his lack of eloquence.
The smirk became a flirtatious but genuine smile. "Well now... that depends. What exactly are you thinking of? I was simply thinking of a bath, and I thought I was pretty clear on that, but if you have something… better… in mind, do tell..."
Harry gaped. "Are... are you coming on to me?" He blurted out, eyes widening.
"And what if I was?" Harry gaped again. "Chin up, Potter, you look like a frog like that."
"But... you're straight! You and Parkinson-"
"Pansy Parkinson is a lesbian, Potter, where have you been? She's been dating Padma Patil for almost two months."
This new information and what it implied had barely sunk in when suddenly they were rather close. Draco had moved rather quickly without Harry noticing a thing, the lack of footsteps catching him off balance as he tried to process everything he was hearing. Harry tried to ignore how physically close Draco was to the front of him, but found it increasingly difficult when Draco casually placed one arm on the side of the tub where he had been leaning, in a way pushing him to the wall of the tub. Harry's breath quickened. Was Draco being serious or was this just another way of taunting him? Harry wasn't exactly inexperienced with other boys (Seamus, 4th year, very clumsy, awkward, messy experimentation that they both agreed to end), but he was highly reluctant to give Malfoy any sort of blackmail-worthy information hanging over him. He bit his lip slightly. His body was telling his brain to shut up and do something, anything, or at least make the first move.
He started to move forward and found that Draco had met him halfway. The both had the briefest moment of muffled surprise before adjusting so that their lips met properly.
Draco took Harry's lower lip between his own and gave it a nibble, eliciting the tiniest gasp. Emboldened by the sound, Draco slid his arm off of the edge of the tub and moved his hand down the side of the tub, letting his inner forearm brush gently against the sensitive skin of Harry's waist. Harry gasped and leaned against the arm, firmly making contact. Harry slid his hands up Draco's arms, finally draping them over Draco's shoulders as he leaned in and deepened the kiss. Any thoughts he had about future regrets fled his brain as his body started to take over.
.
Draco finally wrapped his arms around Harry's lower back and pulled him closer. The back of his brain was shocked that Harry wasn't completely resisting all of the efforts Draco had come up with. In fact, Harry didn't seem to be holding back very much at all. This all stewed at the back of his mind, but his main concern was how amazing it felt to be kissing and holding Harry. This was nothing like he thought it would be. Harry ran his tongue along Draco's lips, and Draco immediately accepted the silent offer and opened his mouth to Harry, letting the kiss deepen further.
Draco couldn't decide what he wanted to do with his hands. He slid his them up to Harry's shoulders, and then lightly traced his chest, slid down to his sides, finally coming to rest on Harry's thin hips. He was amazed at how silky-smooth Harry's skin was; he had always imagined it as tougher and more callused from Quidditch.
Harry gasped at the feeling of Draco's hands gently touching his body. Draco was so sure of himself, so confident of what he was doing, and so tender... Harry had always imagined Draco as the rough, fast type. He reached a hand to the nape of Draco's neck, tugging his hair, and moved in to suck the curve of his neck.
Draco gasped audibly and arched his neck as Harry nibbled on the tender skin near the intersection of his jaw and his neck. Where had he learned to do that? Apparently Harry wasn't exactly as innocent as Draco, and the rest of Hogwarts, for that matter, thought... And, oh my. He arched his back as Harry's tongue did very interesting things to his collarbone. As he leaned in further, their bodies slid together wonderfully and they both gasped as their erections brushed together.
For a moment they paused the kiss, both slightly startled as they realized at the same time that they were both painfully hard for their arch enemy.
There was suddenly a loud crash and thump outside the bathroom. They both froze. "Filch?" Harry whispered.
"Quick, let's go," Draco whispered back, silently reaching for his towel and his wand. With a wave of his wand and whispered words, the tub was completely dry. Harry scrambled for his Invisibility Cloak, scooping it up and throwing it around both of them.
"Don't move," Harry whispered, his lips brushing against Draco's ear, making Draco shiver. Not two seconds later, the lamp-like eyes of Mrs. Norris appeared near the doorway. Harry rested his fingertips on Draco's back, warning him not to make a noise. They eyes of the cat floated around the bathroom, seemingly empty. After nearly a minute of the excruciating silence, Mrs. Norris moved back toward the door and disappeared.
They both started breathing again. "Filch will be here any second, even if she didn't find anything," Harry breathed into Draco's ear. Draco nodded. "Come on." They moved oh-so-slowly to the door and out, not making a sound.
In the hallway, the moon was shining in from high windows and they could see that there were several upended desks balancing on the head of Gregory the Smarmy, nearly reaching the ceiling. "Peeves, then," whispered Draco. "Filch will have a hell of a time getting those down without smashing the statue... he'll be here in a second, we'll be blamed." Harry nodded and whispered back, "I'll take you to Slytherin so you won't be seen..." there seemed to be the slightest touch of regret in Harry's voice, and Draco couldn't decide if he had imagined it.
They moved quickly. Harry didn't ask for directions, simply went down to the dungeons and stopped in front of the Slytherin common room door without a hitch, which both mightily impressed and bemused Draco. Draco turned to Harry awkwardly. "Thanks for... the cloak. Very nice." He blushed a bit, hoping it wasn't visible in the dark corridors, at the uncharacteristic hesitation.
Harry also shifted awkwardly. "I'll... er, see you tomorrow, then?"
"Yes..." Draco paused, then turned to Harry, kissing him quickly but intensely, and then moved from underneath the cloak and leaned up to the wall. As it slipped open, Draco gave a quick smile to Harry's general direction before retreating in.
Harry quickly moved to the Gryffindor tower, trying to make his brain digest all that had happened. By the time he was into the tower and safe in his bed, he had a hard time believing it had actually happened. Was that part of a dream he had while he was still sleeping in the tub? As he took his glasses off and folded his cloak into his trunk, he licked his lips. He tasted like Draco... Harry shivered as the memory of Draco's mouth, at his hands sliding down his sides, the delicious moment of hardness against hardness, took hold of him.
Perhaps it was a dream, perhaps not. He would see tomorrow. At the time, though, the memory was good enough. He buried himself under the covers of his bed and dreamed of Draco's touch.