"Who's th- ARGH!" Harry stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his clothes in the process.

"Merlin, Draco, you scared me half to death." He said after recovering from the shock.

The Slytherin merely chuckled, shoving his hands in his trouser pockets.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Harry inquired, adjusting the small towl that provided his only cover at the moment.

"What, am I not allowed to stroll through the castle?" Malfoy drawled, feigning nonchalant.

"Into the prefects bathrom...?" The Gryffindor quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, actually, that seems to be where I ended up, now that you mention it." He looked around the enromus chamber curiously.

Harry sighed. This conversation was going nowhere with the stubborn Slytherin.

"Well, please allow me to get dressed so that I might be able to continute on with my night."

"No one's stopping you from getting dressed, Potter." Draco shot him a wry grin and Harry's cheeks burned scarlet.

He was still getting used to the novelty of having a boyfriend, Draco, no less. On numerous occasions, Malfoy had shown signs flirting, and normally, Harry obliged more than happily, but none of the other occasions involved Harry being stark naked in a washroom.

"Go on then," Malfoy prodded, his eyebrows raised.

"Atleast turn around!" Harry said, exhasperated.

The Slytherin chuckled again and put his hands up in surrender, but not before mumbling something that sounded vaguely like

"Such a virgin."

Harry blushed yet again, but made to get dressed quickly.

Draco turned back around just as The Gryffindor buttoned his trousers, and appraised him.

"Hmm... I liked the towel better." He said casually, as if discussing the weather.

Harry was unsure if his face could get much redder.

"But, I suppose..."

Malfoy spoke again, taking a few steps towards Harry, closing the distance between them.

"This will have to suffice."

And with that, he sealed his lips to the Gryffindor's .

The kiss started out slow and sensual, but gained heat with each passing moment. Harry breathed in, and he tasted firewhiskey on the boy's breath.

So that's why Draco's acting like this...

The Slytherin bit Harry's lip softly and slid his hands into Harry's back pockets. The Gryffindor rested his head on Draco's chest, listening to the soft flutter of his heart beat.

"Draco, I love you." Harry said before he could stop himself.

"Oh, now don't get all soft on me." Draco said, but with a teasing lilt in his voice. After a moment, he finally added in a whisper,

"I love you too, Harry."