A/N- I take no responsibility. Call it a dare. Or a present.
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'It's about time Potter, I knew you couldn't resist me,' the blond drawled, leaning against the wall of the room of requirement in an arrogant manner. Harry Potter leant against the opposite wall, the tension between the two palpable.
'Let's just get this over with Malfoy. I can't take it any longer,' he took a step forward, towards his prey. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow as he fought to control the desire to simply charge forwards and take what he had been craving so badly for months, if not years. The other boy was not faring much better as he grudgingly took a step forwards, fighting to keep his pace slow, nonchalant.
They neared each other, struggling internally, until they were close enough to each feel the other's heavy breathing. The warm and connection radiating between the two was stunning. Harry caught the slightest hint of Draco's scent and all control was lost. He lunged forward, attacking the other with his lips. Sparks flew as they kissed and the world shifted out of focus. Harry was spiralling forwards, falling with Draco, pressing closer and closer together, merging and mingling as his body erupted in shivers. He lost touch with everything but his lips on Draco's as they fell together into a place where nothing else mattered. And then there was blackness.
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Albus Dumbledore willed himself visible, feeling guilty for following Harry, but having recognised the symptoms and known that if he did not act quickly problems could arise. He pushed open the door to a room that he did not recognise and swore at what he saw.
On the floor of the room of requirement, where Draco and Harry had been only moments before, was a very confused looking Pikachu.
'Bloody hell,' Dumbledore muttered, 'I thought I got rid of the last crazy crossover fangirl.' And with that he picked up the Pikachu and left the room, muttering to himself.