Harry slipped into the Room of Requirement and let the invisibility cloak fall from his shoulders. The room was already set up for the night's activities; a bed, a bottle of lube, and of course, Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin was sprawled lazily on the bed. "Are you coming, Potter?"
"Not yet, Malfoy." Harry replied, smirking.
"Oh, very funny. Granger and the Weasel didn't see you leave, then?"
"No. I told them I was going to bed early. They believed me."
It was Draco's turn to smirk. "Well, you certainly are coming to bed."
Harry grinned as he walked over and got into bed next to Draco. Slipping an arm around the blonde's waist, he pulled him in for a kiss. It felt so right, having the Slytherin pressed up against him, tongues searching each other out while clothes were removed.
But they both knew that it was oh-so wrong…