Sunday morning. Church. It is a long drawn out process that makes the ankle-biters cry and the grandfathers look older than death. The wooden floor, shiny from being washed one too many times, runs in between pews like water surrounding islands where giant dress shoes stick out.

Father time isn't the one standing in front of the audience, unfortunately, so time often runs over the limit. Most of the middle-aged Irish women in the first few rows are annoyed with this, and would really like to get their children out and about, they do have lives, you know.

But Harry is more than okay with this, crouched in the back with a pale blond boy around the same age. They're very quiet and stealthy, gliding against the floor as their lips meet time and time again, shirts and hair becoming a little ruffled and out of place. At least for a church. Hot breath lingers on the dark-haired boy's neck, puffed out with hints of moisture that makes him throw his head back.

Draco rolls his eyes and places a finger to Harry's lips. If they want to get away with this they can't be moaning like cats in heat.

After reading a sermon or two, the priest finally has the intelligence to glance about the room. He spots a little brunette dozing off on her father's arm, a grandmother trying to translate a lecherous look with her lazy eye, and – what the hell? Two different pairs of legs are tangled together, poking out from behind the very last pews.

His shoes make a soft clonk on the floor as he strides in the general direction of the mysterious legs. Turning his head to the right and blinking rapidly, he finally sees the two suspects and his mouth drops open in a gape.

The next thing Harry and Draco know they are rubbing their arses and sitting on the church steps with irritated expressions. The blond sneers at the priest still peering at them from the window of the closed door. "No one gets in the way of Draco Malfoy's libido!" He shouts, rising and reaching for his wand.

Harry manages to tackle him just in time and they continue to satisfy personal needs on the concrete steps. It is quite uncomfortable but neither of them care all that much.