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The tapping at his ankle became more insistent, almost angry. Harry reached down a plucked the intricately folded parchment from the air above his black school shoes. He unfolded the note beneath his desk so as not to attract the attention of Professor Flitwick.
Forth floor. North corridor. Boys' lavatory. End stall. Meet me after class.
The handwriting was elegant, small and slightly feminine. Harry swept his eyes over the classroom. His search revealed nothing, no expectant school girl looking at him for a reply. Shrugging, he folded the note back up and shoved it in his pocket. The charms lesson was taking forever and the note felt as thought it was burning a hole in his pant pocket. Who was it? Who wanted to meet him? In the boys' bathroom of all places, who was it? When the bell rand signaling the end of class Harry rose and packed away his things. Trying to see who was making their way up the stairs to the fourth floor, his attention was diverted by Ron's call.
"Oi! Harry, lunch is this way. What're you doing?"
He didn't even realize he was nearly halfway up the staircase. "Um…ah, gotta pee…and, er, drop some stuff off in the dorm. I'll see you there."
With Ron's scrutiny averted, Harry climbed the rest of the stairs. As he rounded the corner, Harry was becoming nervous. He paused, looked around and took a deep breath before starting off again. Harry stood in front of the door to the bathroom and listened. No noise came from inside. Slowly he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Right then." He walked towards the end stall, crouching down, Harry looked under the door. A pair of shiny, black dragonhide boots came into view. The toe of one boot moved and Harry stood up. He pushed the door open and froze.
"I…um…sorry, I'll just…go."
"I don't' think so, Potter" Draco Malfoy reached out a hand and grabbed Harry by the neck of his jumper.
"Oi! What do you think you're doing Malfoy?" Harry cried out as he was pushed against the now closed stall door.
"This." He replied as he crushed his lips on Harry's. The kiss was bruising, almost violent. Draco forced Harry's lips open with his tongue, plunging the muscle into the hot, wet cavern of Harry's mouth. Regaining his sense, Harry pushed at Draco's shoulders and forced the boy off of him.
"Bloody hell! I…you…what?"
Draco smirked. "Just wondering how you get half of the Slytherin girls all hot and bothered. Very impressive."
"You kissed me. Me…a guy."
"It's nice you know your own gender Potter. Colour me surprised." He smirked again and took a step closer to Harry. Draco placed his hands either side of Harry's head on the door, effectively trapping the other boy.
"Besides, I just wanted a taste." With that he dipped his head and ran his tongue along Harry's jaw. Harry sucked in a breath as Draco's tongue made its way to his throat.
'Why am I not doing anything? Because I like it? Am I…no, I can't be. I'm just…curious?'
He was pulled from his thoughts by Draco's voice. "You know, you're wearing far too many clothes." All Harry could do was groan in response before his school robes became a puddle on the floor.