Disclaimer! Psh. J.K. Rowling owns Harry & Draco. Unfortunately. I just enjoy manipulating them to extreme extents. xD
Rating! T+ or M, because of themes and suggestions!!
Warning! Harry and Draco hotness
Summary! Draco and Harry get caught doing mischievous things by a surprising person.
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"Quick Potter, down here," Draco whispered, pulling Harry down a short corridor.
"Get your hands off me, Malfoy," Harry spat, pulling away. He had no idea why he let the Slytherin talk him into meeting him here. And of course, Mrs. Norris had sniffed them out and run off to tell Filch. They were now faced with a dead end corridor and they could hear the squib getting closer.
Harry yelped in surprise as Draco pulled him into a small room. It was a broom closet. Wow.
"Colloportus!" said Malfoy, pointing his wand at the door. It sealed itself with a squelch. He turned to Harry.
"Well, what now?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. Harry froze. Those eyes, that hair, that body. He shuddered. The air in the closet was suddenly very hot...
"Potter, why the hell are you...," Malfoy trailed off. Harry's eyes seemed to radiate in the dim light. Deep emerald, he could feel himself being pulled.
Harry unconsciously leaned in, as did Draco. They were now mere centimeters apart from each other.
Draco closed his eyes and closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a tentative embrace, soft and yielding. Harry flicked out his tongue to brush Draco's lower lip. Draco opened his mouth willingly, and Harry immediately delved his tongue into the moist hot cavern. He explored it eagerly, taking in the taste.
Draco moaned at the contact and pressed their bodies flush against each other. Harry slipped one hand into Draco's silky blond hair, and the other wound itself around his waist. Draco tangled both of his hands at the back of Harry's head, in his thick, black hair.
Harry pulled away, gasping for air. He looked at Draco with lust-ridden eyes. His fingers danced along the hem of Draco's shirt, slowly tugging it up along the way. Draco lifted his arms as Harry pulled it up and over his head. He then took off his own shirt. Draco ran his fingers along Harry's lightly tanned stomach. He leaned down and teased one of Harry's nipples with his tongue. Harry moaned and tangled his fingers in his hair. Neither of them heard the muttered "Alohomora" outside the door. They both froze, as none other than the infamous; Severus Snape pulled the door open.
"Why are you boys out this late," he began scolding, trailing off as the situation registered in his head. "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING??" he screeched, his face paling.
"But Sir, we were looking for Narnia and got distracted!"
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