Draco had always been told to follow his inspiration. From the time he was born until now, his father had instilled in him a Death Eater's pride. He had been told that he could do no wrong. And for a time, he acted as such. And for a while, he had everyone fooled.
Draco sat in his freezing dormitory trying desperately to fight the cold with a fire and piles of blankets. The dark mahogany of the mantel place gleamed in the firelight. Draco quite liked the Slytherin dorm rooms... His glaze flicked back to his paper, on which a half-finished poem lay. His father would be proud, he thought. "Following my inspiration."
He looks up at the turn of a pristine doorknob, and in walks Blaise Zabini, his seemingly best friend. He hastily stows his writings under his pillow before flicking his platinum blond bangs out of his face.
"Another Friday night spent sulking, Draco?" Blaise asked.
"Shut up, Blaise," Draco snapped "stupid...dick-face...arse.." he mumbled.
"What was that, love?" Blaise asked.
"Nothing,dear." Draco responded.
"Well, you certainly missed a lot tonight! Terry Boot and Hannah Abbot were literally screwing themselves over... some... magical...charm.. anyways, and Pansy made out with a lamp post, Crabbe and Goyle are off somewhere screwing, and I think Harry Potter is gay."
"What?" Draco looked up sharply.
"HA! I KNEW IT! It's Harry Potter! DRACO, YOU LOVE HARRY POTTER!" Blaise practically screamed.
"SHUT UP BLAISE!" Draco roared. "That's.. there's. IT'S IRRELEVANT."
"Draco, you can't spend your whole life hiding. Just tell him. You'll feel a lot better."
"No."
"Why not?"
"BECAUSE I WANT TO BE A WHINY BITCH."
"Okay Draco."
But it wasn't okay. Draco was extra sulky. So sulky that his sulk oozed him out of the Slytherin dorms and out into the castle. He had his journal with him, and he couldn't find a good end to his poem. So he thought he'd sneak over to the Room of Requirement for a little R&R. Now that he thought about it, he really was quite tired...
"OOF!"
"OUCH"
"Oh my... HEY! THAT'S NOT YOURS!"
Draco whipped out his wand and in 5 seconds flat had something invisible pinned against the wall. "SHOW YOURSELF!" he demanded.
"I WOULD IF YOU'D BLOODY WELL LET ME!" the person said.
"Potter?"
"Yes, Malfoy?"
"Potter... you grabbed my crouch."
The now de-invisible-cloaked Harry turned slightly pink."I did no such thing. I was… looking for my wand!"
"Well you found mine."
Harry turned five shades of red before throwing the cloak over Draco and pressing him into the wall. Draco could feel Harry pushing into his thigh and felt himself harden. Harry looked down at Draco and said "Okay, so I knew it was your crouch. But who could blame me? Who wouldn't want you?"
Harry kissed Draco, he started slowly, playfully. He was testing him. Draco was more than ready. Within 3 seconds they were in the Room of Requirement, using it for things they, eh... required.
Did ya like it? It's a one-shot... for now. I don't know if there's more. Thanks for reading!