M to be safe. First story, I take critique like a man xD

Harry's POV

I looked down at the note that landed in my lap a few minutes ago. "well what does it say?" I heard a perturbed Hermione whisper next to me. Truthfully, it was a note from Draco asking me to meet him in the Restricted section of the library, after potions class was over. But I wasn't about to tell 'mione that. See, Draco and I have been seeing each other in secret for a little over a month now. "Nothing Hermione, just Dumbledore reminding me wants to talk tomorrow. No big deal." She sounded disgruntled, but I didn't bother to press her on it, mainly because at that moment my...I mean Draco, swaggered in wearing SKIN tight jeans. It actually hugged his...wait never mind. He must of saw me drooling because on his way back out he winked and left with a very satisfied smirk. He was going to pay for that tonight...

After coming up with a bullocks excuse for ditching Ron (he apparently had planned on filling Goyle's shoes with slugs together, which I found honestly just ironic) None the less, I made my way to the staircase and managed to slip into the library unseen. I would have used the invisibility cloak, but left it in the prefect bathroom from Draco's and mine's last friendly encounter.

I didn't see anyone once I reached the restricted section, "he must be running late" I thought.

"Potter" I heard a sarcastic voice say behind me. Now, I'd never admit this to him, but my yelp was a bit girly.

"Harry why are you so jumpy?" Draco asked, surprisingly sincere. "Afraid I might be a better shag than you? Because you should be."...and good old Draco was back.

"Cute, but I think we proved that theory faulty last Tuesday" I said. He's cute when he pouts.

"c'mon, stop sulking dray, we're both Gods in bed, fair?"

"whatever"

"So..." But before I could finish, I was slammed, quite aggressively if I may add, against a bookshelf and a tongue found its way into my mouth.

Snapes POV

Worst. Day. Ever. James' stupid son didn't pay attention the entire class period. I couldn't care less if he passed his N.E.W.T.S, but if he fails my class, MY scores go down. And we will not have that happening. I found him practically drooling over that Weasley in class today. Ginny I believe. Stupid Potters can't keep it in their pants. I'll have to schedule him a tutoring session with Malfoy. I've been quite impressed with Mr. Malfoy (and his father ;), His test scores are phenomenal and he pisses Potter off. It's a 2 for 1. I should gather a few books for Malfoy, so not to leave him completely bare when trying to teach Potter.

Students out of bed? THIS LATE AT NIGHT?

Where is the sound coming from? I headed deeper into the library, what the hell is that sound?...

Now, what I saw was probably the vilest thing imaginable, there was no amount of magic that could fight against that dark art.

Malfoy was straddling a shirtless potter, the latter struggling with the former's buttons on his trousers.

Harry's POV

Stupid buttons! I guess this was the downside of sexy jeans.

*cough cough* ...the fuck?

I peeked around Draco, only to find a horrified Professor. Draco must have noticed the terror in my eyes because, in a matter of seconds, he was off me and standing practically 10 feet away trying to re-button the buttons I finally (and proudly) undid.

"What is going on here" Snape managed to say.

Now, I know this isn't the best situation in the world, but if you could just see Draco's face! I must've actually laughed out loud because both of them looked at me as I had gone barmy.

After a period of VERY awkward silences, the fuming professor turned around to leave, before quickly adding "Head immediately back to your houses; Harry's house if you intend to finish *scoff* and please don't hesitate to cast a silencing charm. I can assure you, no one wants to hear what you're up to"

And with that, he left.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Draco yelled at me.

"Didn't you hear him? My room" It was my turn to smirk.