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Chapter 1

Harry stared intently at the map laid out before him. He saw many familiar dots moving around the map. Hermione's dot was moving slowly down one of the aisles in the library. Ron's was in the common room, sitting at a table with Ginny and Neville. Professor Snape was briskly walking down one of the third floor corridors, as though waiting to catch some unfortunate student breaking a rule, so he could deduct points from the other houses. Professor McGonagall's dot was perched atop one of the garden walls near the herbology greenhouses, and Dean and Seamus's dots were very close together in one of the broom closets on the second floor. None of this interested Harry in the slightest though. Over the course of his sixth year at Hogwarts, he had found himself, quickly, becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy, whose dot was constantly disappearing from the map.

Harry began to make his way down to the Great Hall for dinner, still searching the map for Malfoy as he walked. Harry was about to give up, assuming Malfoy had disappeared again, but then his dot suddenly appeared in the bathroom on the floor below where Harry was currently walking. It was Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. This struck Harry as odd, so immediately forgetting about dinner, he rushed down to the floor below and towards Myrtle's bathroom. After checking that the coast was clear, he stuck his head up against the bathroom door to listen. He could hear some muffled sounds, but nothing was coming through clearly. Harry pushed the door open enough to peak around the corner.

"I….I c-can't… I can't…do it…" he heard between sobs.

Tears were flowing down Malfoy's porcelain face into the grimy basin below. Gasps and shudders escaped his mouth, but Malfoy froze suddenly when his eyes met Harry's in the cracked mirror. He quickly turned and pointed his wand at Harry; Harry began to reach for his wand as well, but he hesitated.

He didn't want to fight Malfoy, but he didn't want to leave either. Slowly, Harry stepped closer to the Slytherin boy. Malfoy looked apprehensive as Harry moved closer. As Harry inched forward, Malfoy seemed to decide that Harry was not going to hurt him and slowly lowered his wand. Soon they were standing shoulder to shoulder, Harry facing the cracked mirror and Malfoy still facing the door. Silently, Malfoy turned so that their eyes met once again in the dusty glass. They stood like that for several minutes, their shoulders touching as they stared intensely at one another. Harry could feel the heat radiating off Malfoy's body. He seemed to be unusually warm. Perhaps, he had a cold, Harry thought. He studied Malfoy's face in the mirror. His lips were pink and his face looked flushed. He also seemed to be breathing unusually heavily.

Harry couldn't say for sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew, he was wrapped tightly in the arms of Draco Malfoy and their lips were locked together in a passionate kiss. Malfoy smelled like mint and cedar, and his breath tasted like tea and honey. His arms were wrapped tightly around Harry's back, his right hand trailing up and down Harry's backside. The taller boy pushed Harry backwards until he was leaning against the cold stone wall. Their crotches began to grind against one another roughly.

Suddenly, the door began to open, and Harry, thinking quickly, grabbed his invisibility cloak from his bag and threw it over the two of them. Mere seconds after they were hidden, the ever-suspicious face of Professor Snape walked through the door. Harry held his breath and silently prayed that they wouldn't be caught. Snape would have a field day if he got wind of this. Malfoy's left hand left Harry's waist and grabbed his own hand with a reassuring squeeze. Snape glared around the room, as though waiting for something to appear, but after several minutes nothing happened, so Snape turned and left the same way he came.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Malfoy was pressing Harry against the wall again. They were snogging and grinding, and their clothes where quickly coming off, until most of them were in a pile on the floor. Malfoy took Harry's cock in his mouth and began sliding his mouth up and down it. Harry's breathing was labored with pleasure, and Malfoy teasingly pulled Harry's cock out of his mouth several times in a row with a loud "POP". Then, he flicked his tongue sensually across the tip, before taking the full length of it back in his throat. Harry moaned at this and ran his fingers through Draco's blond hair as his head bobbed up and down on his dick. Before long, Harry was cumming on the blond's porcelain face and chest.

Harry took a moment to catch his breath and then moved to return the favor. He took Draco's cock in his mouth and imitated the taller boy's actions. Draco sighed and moaned as Harry's warm, wet tongue caressed him. After several more minutes of this, Draco too came on Harry's face.

Just as they were beginning to re-dress themselves, chatter began to rise in the hallways. Dinner must be over, Harry thought, as the cleaned his face off over the sink.

They dressed silently, but before Harry left, Draco grabbed his arm and stared into his eyes for a long time. It was one of those moments for Harry, when it seemed as though everything were moving in slow motion. There was so much they could say and so much they should say, but all they could do was share a knowing look and a brief nod. Then they went their separate ways.

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