A/n: So, another oneshot. Very uncharacteristic of me to write something like this. You really have no idea.
Harry pushed Draco's robes off his shoulders and nipped at the exposed flesh. His blonde lover moaned, head falling back. "Harry," Before Draco could get any more words out, Harry captured his lips. Their tongues danced as they battled for dominance.
Draco pulled his head back, hitting it on the wall behind him, as Harry rocked his hips forward. "Harry," he moaned, wedging his hands in between them and creating some space.
"Why do you insist on talking now, of all times?" Harry asked, extremely horny and annoyed. "There are so many other things that you could be doing with that pretty little mouth of yours, all of which would be so much more enjoyable for the both of us."
Draco sighed. Harry tried to get his mouth on any part of Draco that he could reach. "We don't live at Grimmauld Place anymore, having to sneak a moment in a closet of bathroom so that no one in the house would know what was happening. They all know about us and we own our own house, for Merlin's sake." Harry's mouth finally made contact with Draco's neck.
After several minutes, Harry pulled slightly away. "Why are you reminding me of all these things that I already know in the middle of what could possibly be one of the hottest make out sessions that we've had in weeks?"
"Well, if you know all of these things already, then why are we in a closet?"
Harry smirked. "I missed making out with you in a closet. It brings back good memories, doesn't it?"
Draco just shook his head and dove in for another kiss.
A/n: I love you!