Draco reclined against the stone walls, peaking his head out of the shadows when a familiar troupe of Gryffindors passed by. Weasley had his arm wrapped around Hermione Granger's waist and was bending toward her, whispering something secret.
Potter trailed behind them, looking at the walls and floor like they contained the answers to his next test.
"Pssst!" Draco hissed and tossed a harmless charm in his direction. It sailed past his nose and he flinched and whipped around. His green eyes flashed angrily until he saw who had cast it.
He raised his eyebrows in question. Draco motioned for him to come over. The other boy rolled his eyes and then said something to his friends. They continued on without him.
Potter came over with a less than happy look in his face. "What do you want?"
Draco shrugged and grabbed his wrist, pulling him into his secluded alcove. "Nothing really," he said, "just..." and then brought his lips down to meet Potter's, the latter of which was shorter by only a few centimeters, but it still sometimes felt like Draco towered over him.
Potter didn't resist, but he didn't kiss him back either. Draco paused and pulled back far enough to look at him but still close enough that their noses bumped.
"What's the matter?" Draco asked, pushing Potter's glasses up onto his head like sunglasses. They only got tangled though and made his hair stick up even more. God, that was cute.
Potter studied the floor and stammered something like: "its just… Well… Bloody Dumbledore… Won't bloody talk to me…" but he looked up at Draco and half smiled and said, "Nothing important."
Draco almost faltered, seeing him so distressed, but he also hadn't been alone with Potter in what felt like forever. He disregarded this and he grinned and kissed him again. Draco could feel the smile widening against his own, could feel Potter's hips pushing him back to the wall. His hands went up to cup Potter's face and the boy's glasses fell to the floor. Neither cared enough to pick them up.
Draco felt like his hands were on fire, like the brief skin contact was making him crazy with desire. He very nearly bit down on Potter's lip. He wisely moved his hands to the waist in order to sooth the wanting.
"You seem rather… Contained, today," Potter said into his mouth.
"Big quidditch match later," Draco mumbled in answer, "And don't think I'll take it easy on you just because we're dating."
Neither had ever referred to their relationship as dating, though they both supposed it probably was. Stolen glances and hidden kisses and staying at Hogwarts over Christmas Break just to make out beneath the mistletoe. Secret dating.
Potter breathed a laugh and Draco would swear he could feel as the oxygen rushed from his lungs and into the other boy's. "You could never beat me anyway, even when the only emotion my adorable face dredged up was hate."
"I never hated you," Draco paused to pull back, "I might have been envious, but never hateful."
Potter blinked. "Good to know."
Draco gave him a crooked cheshire grin and said, "what you meant to say was that I have never beaten you yet."
"You should really keep your eyes on the snitch instead of on me then."
Draco's expression hardened. "Maybe I will." He pushed off the wall and Potter took hasty steps backward. Draco pressed him up against the opposite wall, pressed his palms into his hip bone, pressed his own lips to Potter's jaw. His body curved over the smaller boy and his hands slid down his legs roughly; Potter shivered. Draco kissed all over the bottom half of his face, every inch but his mouth, teasing him meanly. He stopped abruptly and Potter's breathing shuddered.
Draco leaned into him, lips brushing his ear, and he whispered, "Scared Potter?"
Potter rested his head on the wall to look up into Draco's eyes. Draco, in turn, peered down the bridge of his nose and into Potter's luminescent green ones which were bright with mischief.
Potter grinned and whispered back, "Never."