It was dinnertime. Harry heard Hermione prattling on about a homework assignment in the background, but he was honestly disinterested. His current focal point was the platinum blond beauty who sat facing him on the other side of the Great Hall. Their eyes had met numerous times very unaccidentally. These looks had been accompanied with identical all-knowing smiles, reasons of which were known only for them.

Harry looked down at his watch. About 8pm. He noticed his object of interest stand up and walk towards the exit door. Harry followed suit. When he got up, he offered his friends a salute, biding farewell for the night. Hermione's visage beamed in approval as she thought Harry was finally taking the initiative and being serious about schoolwork. Little did she know was that homework was the furthest thing from Harry's mind at the moment.

He found the targeted classroom after what seemed as an eternal march trough the maze of halls within Hogwarts. As he entered it, someone grabbed him and aggressively shoved him onto the adjacent wall, closing the door beside them. Soft velvety lips found his own as Harry shared a fevered yet gentle kiss before they transcended upon Harry's neck, marking it with love bites.

Harry omitted a weak chuckle. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"Shut up Potter. Now turn around."

Hours later, Harry laid in ultimate bliss recounting the night's events. He lazily observed the tousled classroom, a result of their violent escapades.

"You know we'll have to clean this up before we leave?" he stated nonchalantly.

"I don't feel like facing responsibility for the moment, thank you," said the unmoving body beside Harry vehemently.

"You're not going to like me asking you this --"

"Then don't."

"But what brought this on?"

"What on, Potter?" the body said dangerously.

"Well..." Harry started as he wound his arms around the body's waist, buying time to choose his words carefully. "Seeing each other again. God knows I don't mind it. But you are normally colder towards me, yet you were the one who suggested it. It just makes me curious." Harry finished his statement with a small squeeze around his blond beauty's abdomen.

"..."

"Is it because of Dumble --"

"Don't even mention his name. No one should be writing fanfiction about him at his age and his equally dysfunctional partners. Oh god! Bad mental image!"

Harry's lips curled into a sly grin. "You are so hopelessly stubborn. I knew I was right. You are so ador --" He was quickly silenced by the same pair of aggressive lips that had first started their adventures earlier that night. Harry was silently laughing at Draco's predictable behavior.

Because of Professor Dumbledore's public announcement declaring his homosexuality, Draco must have felt the need to admit the same notion to himself. Harry suddenly gasped as Draco had unexpectedly surrounded him entirely in his warm and tender mouth, God he loved that mouth! Meanwhile, in his dizzy haze, he managed to remember an interesting fact about his partner.

"Weren't you supposed to be going out with Pansy tonight?"

"Potter!" Draco exclaimed. Harry winced as his teeth scraped hard against him as he removed his mouth painfully in reaction to Harry's comment. Maybe it was not a good idea to mention his supposed date when the boy had such important bits in his mouth. Draco would have the power to rip them off. "Are you trying to make me go soft?"

"Sorry... I know you still love me."

"Don't be so corny and sensitive," Draco's tone was still snappy, but it had softened. A smile was glazing across his lips. "Now kiss me," he ordered mischievously.

"Harry could only oblige in doing so.