Title: dead end

Disclaimer: I forgot this in the 1st chapter, but it applies for this whole fic! I do not own Harry Potter (tho I wish I did)

It was a bright, sunny day. Sunlight danced upon the rooftops of the houses and shops in Hogsmeade. The little town was bustling with people, including the Hogwarts students out on their routine excursion.

What was NOT bright and sunny was the look on Malfoy's face. His sleeves were rolled up and his pants tucked into the boots he wore. How he longed to drink Butterbeer with the one he loved, in a little sunny corner of the bar where they could just sit and talk for ages and ages.

"Quit daydreaming, Malfoy! Just because your ruddy father's some big shot, doesn't give you a reason to slack!" Hagrid thumped him on the head hard enough to make his nose smack against the handle of the mop he was holding.

"I'm getting to it!" he yelled angrily, rubbing his pink nose. He mopped the boy's bathroom miserably, cursing under his breath at the nauseating stench. He wondered what Harry was doing…

Harry put the floor brush away, heaving a heavy sigh of relief. He was done for the day – no more toilets to wash! He clocked out of the bathroom, then rushed back to the Gryffindor dormitory. Obviously, with his Marauder's Map and his Invisibility cloak, he wasn't going to stay in on a lovely day like that.

"'Petrified pineapples'," he muttered to the Fat Lady, then ran up the stairs to get a change of clothes. He stripped naked, knowing nobody would be around, then rummaged through his trunk for something to wear. Strangely enough, he felt like he needed something sexy – perhaps his encounter with Malfoy had increased his libido.

"What about this?" he said aloud, pulling out a very transparent white shirt. He slipped it on, carefully buttoning only one button – in the middle, so it didn't fall off. What to wear at the bottom, he wondered.

Suddenly, something caught his eye. One of his prized possessions, in fact. It was the delicate, dragon-hide pants that Sirius had passed over to him as his father's. He grinned as he slid into them bare-skinned. Then, under his Invisibility cloak with his map in hand, he ducked out into the hallway again.

"Oof!" Malfoy yelled as he was knocked over by air. He sat on the floor, too grumpy to be shocked. "Watch it, you stupid whatever!"

"You watch it yourself." The air spoke back to him, causing him to blink and stare bewilderedly. Then, something brushed past him, chuckling, and scurried down the corridor. Malfoy was panic-stricken.

"AAARRRGGGHHHH! There's a ghost!" he yelled and ran up and down the hallway.

"Right you are! I'm a ghost!" Peeves the poltergeist floated past, cackling away at Malfoy's questionable antics.

"Not you! There! Everywhere!" Malfoy yowled as something pulled at his ear.

"Come with me, Draco Malfoy…"

"EEAAAGGGHHH! It knows my name!" Malfoy freaked out, running down the closest flight of stairs to another corridor.

"Of course I do. I'm coming for you," the voice called out. Obviously, Harry was very surprised Malfoy didn't recognize his voice, but then again it was all too funny a chance to pass up.

"Nooooooooo!" Malfoy ran up a flight of stairs, then down another… and it went on. Up and down they went, in and out of rooms – through the toilets and the Great Hall. Harry was having great fun, and Malfoy great fright.

Then there it was – the dead end.

"You can't escape…"

"Noooo! Help me!" Malfoy crashed upon the carpet, cowering as the 'ghost' approached him. "Please… don't hurt me!"

"Hmm… maybe we can negotiate." Harry tried his best not to laugh at the expression of horror on Malfoy's face. He found it simply adorable.

"What… what do you want from me?"

"Tell me who you love."

"Er… er…." Malfoy stuttered, holding his hands upon his ashen cheeks.

"TELL ME!"

"OHH! Yes sir! Right away sir! Harry Potter, sir!"

"And why is this so?" Harry was glowering with pride, but kept him composure.

"Er… er…"

"ANSWER ME!"

"OHH! Yes sir! Right away sir! Er… you see." Malfoy paused for a while. "I've watched him over the years. How he's been popular, how he's been discriminated against. How he has so many things to think about, so many problems to face. But he's so strong."

Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek. This guy had a heart.

"Is this why you love him?"

"Well, it's more because I like his ass."

Harry coughed, but covered it up with a sexy gnarl.

"Do you want to see his ass?"

"Hell yeah!" The fear in him seemed to have dissipated. "Where can I see it?"

"Right here." The cloak came off, and standing there was the man of Draco's fantasies – Harry Potter, in the flesh.

"Holy shit, Harry! How did you do tha-?" Harry's lips silenced Malfoy. They kissed passionately, as Harry pressed him to the floor. The Invisibility cloak covered them as their lips lay on each other with lips intertwined.

They whispered to each other softly, giggling like little children under the warm cloak. Harry told Malfoy about the cloak, and what it did. Malfoy sighed in contentment as he felt Harry's breath upon his skin, then they kissed again and again.

After some time, Malfoy realized that something was different about Harry. He sniffed – yup, smelt the same – and he touched Harry's face. His hand slid down, down, down…

"Harry!" Malfoy exclaimed, sitting up in surprise. "You're wearing leather pants!"

"Not leather," Harry said, pulling Malfoy back under the cloak. "Dragon hide. Wanna come inside?"

"Very funny." Malfoy blushed at the thought of getting into those pants – fabric upon Harry's flesh, drenched with Harry's sweat…

"I wasn't joking." The fly of Harry's pants flew open, unveiling the flesh Malfoy had so craved on seeing. He'd missed the 'visual' side of his fantasy while in the dark, stuffy potions closet.

He knew it was all too much for him.

Without a thought, he touched and grabbed Harry like never before. It was like euphoria to the brim – everything he wanted in front of him. Oh, Harry had even made him poetic! His eyes shone…

And without hesitation, they were both interlocked in an intercourse of lust. Harry laughed triumphantly as Malfoy sucked him dry. Malfoy, on the other hand, could not keep his eyes, hands and everything else off Harry. It was intense.

Then, Harry said the mother of all magic words.

"Malfoy, let's make love."

Thick and hard, he slid into Malfoy gently, moaning at the friction. Malfoy cried out, but he had already readied himself for it. It hurt less than the first time, but it still stung and he acknowledged the pain with sensual groans.

Harry sat on the floor, driving himself into Malfoy with wild fervour. He kissed Malfoy on the neck as they moved together rhythmically, his dragon hide pants brushing against Malfoy's firm ass.

"Shall we come, my love?"

"Wow," Malfoy said between breaths. "You called me 'my love'!"

"You have a problem with that?" Harry pushed into him faster, savouring the half-agonized-half-ecstatic expression Malfoy gave him.

"No… no… not at all…"

"Mmh."

"Harry."

"Yea?"

"Ouch! Sorry, Harry."

"What?"

"OUCH! Harry!"

"Do you want it any harder?"

"OWWWWW! NO! Harry! I just wanna tell you…"

"Tell me what?" Harry could feel himself climaxing, and he knew Malfoy was too.

"Harry, I love you."

They came, both groaning in mutual pleasure. It was a beautiful start of an actual, serious relationship. But they failed to notice something.

"Harry," Malfoy whispered as they lay beside each other on the carpet. "I think I hear someone coming."

"Oh, that must've been me."

"No, you fool, I mean somebody walking up the stairs. But it's okay, we have this so-called Invisibility cloak of yours, right?"

"Eh? What Invisibility cloak?"

The look of disbelief on Professor Snape's face as he reached the landing was pricesless.