His flavoured, icy breath tickled Harry Potter's neck, as he was pulled closer towards his chest. Draco Malfoy was fondling Harry's face, Draco's lips tracing the lines of his scratches, and scars. Harry was in heaven, being this close to Draco whilst he was in the mood for experimenting was a dream he'd been having for forever, and it had come true.
Harry's hands shook with nerves, desperate to meet Draco's high expectations as he unbuttoned Draco's creased shirt.
"Potter," Draco breathed, panting breathlessly. It was obvious the heat was getting to him.
"Shush," Hushed Harry, looking at his boyfriend in the eye, "Ready to take it to Round Two?"
Draco nodded, and threw his restricting shirt to the floor. He looked self conscious as he turned back around to face Harry, who was watching him with a sense of pride. They resumed the kiss with passion, and a lot of love.
"HARRY?" Ron's low, dim voice sounded from outside the Room of Requirement. The pair froze, entangled in each other's arms.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Cursed Draco expressively, as he wrapped his shirt around himself, making sure it didn't look suspicious.
Harry saw the panic in his boyfriend's eyes, and felt hurt at the embarrassment Draco felt to be seen with him. This feeling was replaced by anger.
"Draco, wait." Harry said, reaching out a hand to his baby, as Draco made to leave the room.
Ron had sounded from down the corridor last time, but he was approaching the entrance, at this moment.
"What, Potter?" Demanded Draco, his lip curling with distaste, like old times. Harry felt hurt. What was wrong with his best friend knowing about their love? Ron wouldn't tell.
Then, Harry was blown backwards on the floor, Draco gasping dizzily on top of him. He forced himself flat on Harry, and they locked lips in a fight for freedom.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Came a shout from the open doorway.