"Mmm, Harry, love, come on. We can't."

"I know," Harry sighed, relinquishing his hold on the waistband of Draco's boxers.

They had meant to go to sleep, as it was already somewhat late on a school night. That hadn't quite happened though, and they had fallen into a rather heated snogging session instead.

Draco rolled onto his back and sighed as well. "I wish there was more time in the day."

"Me too. I mean sleep isn't so necessary."

"Yeah, I think my students would be thrilled with that. Me constantly cross, looking like an inferi, barely coherent just because I stayed up every night to shag."

"You have a point. Although I was under the impression that you were already constantly cross with them."

Draco gave him a hard look. "Please, as if you would know what my classes are like. They actually involve learning."

"Ouch." Harry laughed, and traced his fingers idly along Draco's torso.

"I love you," Draco murmured, eyes closed.

"I love you too, prat." Harry said softly, and flicked his hand to remove the ball of soft light hovering above the bed.

"Come here." Draco turned and grabbed Harry about the waist, dragging him so they were spooned closely.

"Goodnight Draco."

"Hmm," Draco mumbled, suddenly quite sleepy.

Harry jolted awake to the sound of sharp knocking, and groaned. He did not want to be awake at whatever hour this was. Behind him, he could feel Draco breathing evenly, clearly not having woken. Maybe if he just ignored it and tried to go back to sleep...The knocking continued. Fine, it was likely important anyway, as he was pretty sure Minerva was the only one who even knew where this room was.

He checked the time - just past two, fantastic - and slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Draco. He looked down at himself, and quickly grabbed his robe. Greeting the headmistress clad in only underwear somehow did not seem advisable.

"Minerva? What is it?"

Three Seventh Year prefects stared back at him, rather than the headmistress. Even better, he thought sarcastically. Why in Merlin's name were they here?

"It's Peeves, sir, he's wrecked the Potions classroom. We were on patrol when we heard all this crashing, and when we went to go investigate, well...it's a complete mess."

"Why did you come to /me/ then, and not your head of house?" This is exactly why he would never accept the responsibility of that role. Horrid. Only one of them was even a Gryffindor, he noticed, much to his disgruntlement. There was no reason they should've been here.

"Well we wanted to tell Professor Malfoy, sir, but we didn't know where his rooms were."

"And you came here?" He raised his eyebrows. "I wasn't aware students knew about the location of /this/ room either," he muttered, then he sighed.

"Alright, go back to your dorms or patrol or whatever, he will be made aware of the situation."

Draco was not going to be happy about this. Harry turned back inside the room and went to wake him up.

"Come on love, get up," Harry shook his shoulder gently.

"What?" Draco groaned.

"Apparently some of the prefects were patrolling and they heard crashing sounds from your classroom and...Peeves sort of...wrecked it."

"You're joking. Please tell me you woke me up in the middle of the night to play a joke so I can castrate /you/ instead."

"Draco. /Really/."

"Bloody Merlin," Draco's expression darkened, apparently becoming more awake. "I swear if that little meddling piece of shite poltergeist messed up my veritaserum brew, I am /going/ to find a way to make him completely dead."

"Go fix your classroom so you can come back and get some sleep before breakfast."

"Ugh." Draco hauled himself up and pulled on one of Harry's pairs of ridiculous muggle sweatpants. He swore this was the only occasion Harry's habit of leaving random articles of clothing all over the floor would ever be helpful.

He snatched his wand and stalked out into the corridor, nearly colliding with someone. Draco caught himself and looked around. His jaw tightened. Great, students. Fuck. He turned straight around and slammed the pillar behind him.

Harry had just curled back under the blankets, feeling a little bad that he was sleeping while Draco had to clean up the dungeons of the surely extensive havoc Peeves had wreaked, when he heard a slam and Draco stomp back into the room.

"Thank you for warning me that there were still students outside our room," Draco snapped.

"I told them to go back to their dorms, it's not my fault they're nosy little bastards. It's too bloody early for this." Honestly, Harry had barely been awake this whole time - how was he supposed to somehow know everything?

Draco picked up a t-shirt from the floor and yanked it on. Lovely, Chudley Cannons. It was brighter than a bloody Weasley's hair, but it was just going to have to do for now. He once again left and the students were, of course, still lurking. He shot them his coldest glare, and continued down to the dungeons to clean up the mess.

"Merlin's beard!" the Slytherin boy whispered.

"Professor Malfoy is probably actually going to murder us," the Gryffindor put in.

The Slytherin girl turned from where she was staring off after the professor and gave a sly smile. "This is confirmation. He may try to kill us, but among the students we are going to be bloody heroes."

"Excellent point, Bianca. Excellent point. But how to get this out the fastest?"

"Please, is that even a question? Ryan can't keep his mouth shut for anything. All I've got to do is tell his girlfriend, and we share a room," the Gryffindor replied.

"Nice. I have a feeling this isn't even the beginning, but be sure not to leave out the fact that neither of them were fully clothed. Professor Potter was clutching that robe way too tightly to have been wearing much under it."

"Of course."

Draco bit his lip, and placed the vase down firmly. It would be fine. He had been meticulous - no roses, nothing "love colours," and nobody else was even likely to see it.

It had been nearly a month since That Night, and things had definitely died down. Neither him nor Harry were doing anything particularly Valentine's Day themed in their classes, so there should be nothing to bring any attention to them. At least, he hoped not.

He took a small note out of his pocket, affixed it to the vase with a light sticking charm, and hurried out of Harry's office. It wouldn't do to be seen anywhere other than the dungeons, as he'd slipped away from breakfast early with the excuse that he'd needed to prepare for class.

"Good morning Professor Malfoy!"

"Good morning Sir Nicholas." Draco rolled his eyes where he trusted the ghost couldn't see, and kept walking. He dearly hoped the ghost would not follow after him, as they were often wont to do.

As a student he'd hardly run into any of the ghosts, but while they'd left him alone for the beginning of his first year teaching, that quickly came to an end. Nearly-Headless Nick in particular had always seemed to be lingering around in the corridors whenever Harry and Draco were having a conversation during that winter break, and he'd scarcely let up since. Much to Draco's chagrin, the Fat Friar had seemed to join in more often than not this year - although Harry insisted there was nothing strange at all about it.

Draco held that there was no way it wasn't intentional, and let out a sigh of relief when Nick drifted off down another corridor, leaving him to continue on to the Potions classroom in peace. It seemed there wasn't a whit of privacy in this castle sometimes.

Mercifully, the day passed quickly and free of gossip from the students. Draco wiped his quill, and set it down, gathering the marked assignments into a neat pile. Sure Valentine's Day was a silly holiday, and ultimately meaningless, but all the same he was rather glad he'd finished his work for the day before dinner.

He walked to the Great Hall in a good mood, and took his seat next to Harry, when he felt something falling on him. He looked up to see a small shower of rose petals coming down gracefully.

"Hmm, must be a leak in the ceiling," Harry said wryly.

Draco laughed, "You're a fool."

And it was true, this was way too conspicuous...but it was also quite cute in Draco's opinion. He looked down at the petals and raised an eyebrow, blushing. "Red and salmon? I should have known that would be the extent of your knowledge."

"I do what I can," Harry shrugged.

Draco couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face, and he placed his hand on Harry's knee under the table. Harry's hand joined his and intertwined their fingers.

"Thank you for the flowers."

"Of course. You asked Neville about them?"

"Yes. I very much agree with the sentiment." Harry squeezed his hand, and Draco smiled.

"I finished with all my work for the night. Have you got much?"

"Nope. I'm done as well. Proper motivation works wonders."

Draco rolled his eyes and continued eating his shepherd's pie, wishing that the meal would just be over with already.

Once dessert finally began to appear, Draco decided it had been quite long enough. He held up the salmon rose petal he'd been toying with, and raised an eyebrow. "Do we really need pudding?"

"I think I'll be fine for one night."

"Good. I'll leave first. Follow me in five."

"Because it definitely wouldn't do to just admit what everybody already knows," Harry grinned.

"It's none of their business."

"Okay. Leave now so I can escape too."

As Draco strode out of the hall, two Sixth Year Gryffindors excitedly took notice.

"I'm certain of it, Sophie. Professor Potter is going to leave after him. Come on, let's go get Daniel."

"Don't you think we'll look suspicious?"

"No, we'll say we're going to the library if anyone asks."

"Fine."

They got up and went to the Ravenclaw table, and Sophie tapped Daniel on the arm, causing him to look up. "Why are you guys over here?"

"Did you see Professor Malfoy leave early? And...now Professor Potter is doing the same."

He was, indeed, disappearing down the corridor as they spoke.

"You two want me to go with you and spy, don't you? Can I at least finish pud?"

The Gryffindors only looked at him expectantly.

"Ben?" He appealed.

"Don't look at me. I'm the one that dragged Sophie over."

Daniel sighed and stood up, taking a cherry tart with him. "Let's go, Potter will be way ahead of us now."

They got to the stairs and looked up.

"He's going up to the fifth floor right now," Ben said, beginning to climb the stairs. His friends followed, and they had just reached the third floor when the professor disappeared from his sight.

"I think he got off on the sixth floor, come on." They began running.

"Which direction?" Sophie asked, once they finally got to the sixth floor.

"I think he went right?"

"Let's take it. Jade said the entrance to Potter's room was a pillar."

"Should've asked more specifically," Daniel grumbled.

"Yeah, well you're saying that now-" Sophie was interrupted by a loud thump from the wall. More specifically, the pillar in the wall they were passing by.

"You think this is it?" Ben asked, leaning close to try and hear anything else.

Daniel fished around in his pockets, eventually pulling out two extendable ears. "Only one way to find out. Not sure how well they'll work though. I don't see any cracks around the pillar."

He held one out for the Gryffindors to share, and they placed the end against the bottom of the pillar.

"All I can make out is some mumbling."

"Me too-shite! It's Mrs. Norris."

The other two turned to look where Sophie was pointing down the corridor.

"Filch won't be far behind, we can't look suspicious," she said, hurriedly stuffing the extendible ears into her hijab.

"To the library. We forgot something in Gryffindor if he asks," Ben said, heading to the stairs.

The three of them collapsed into chairs in the back of the library. "Well that was all for nothing," Ben groaned.

"Well, we know they were probably both in there. Unless Professor Potter was talking to himself," Sophie tried to bring up the mood.

"Would've rather stayed for pudding," Daniel sulked.

"Quit whingeing, at least you got some. Here's your extendables," Sophie held them out.

"Thanks. The library's oddly busy."

They watched as twenty or so students crowded around a large table near theirs.

"They're surely not all studying together?" Ben asked.

"I'm certain they're not. I'd bet all my money it's about the professors," Daniel responded.

The other two nodded.

As soon as Harry had left the Great Hall, he'd been impatient to get to the room. For likely the thousandth time in his life, he cursed the ridiculous stairs in the castle, and tried to speed up his pace without being obvious, lest someone saw him.

He'd barely closed the pillar when Draco was on him.

"Well hello," Harry got out between kisses.

"I've been on edge all day."

"Yeah? I'm not complaining."

"Good."

Draco shoved him roughly back against the door and kissed him thoroughly.

"I love you so much," he gasped out after several minutes.

"I love you too. Happy Valentine's Day."

"My love for you has nothing to do with this gaudy, tacky day. At least the decorations were toned down a bit this year," Draco sighed.

"Mhmm, I somehow don't think you mind the holiday too much. I mean, you've got me here at your mercy." Harry spread his arms wide, and Draco pressed their bodies impossibly closer together.

"You're always here and at my mercy," he sniped, kissing down Harry's neck.

Harry laughed and tried to tilt Draco's head back up to kiss him on the lips, but Draco resisted.

"Fine. The fact that it happens to be the day to celebrate love has nothing at all to do with the fact that you definitely knew you were getting laid tonight and have been thinking about it all day."

Draco bit him sharply.

"Hey, that wasn't nice!" Harry complained.

"Neither are you," Draco murmured, kissing over the spot.

"Okay. How about: we're going to have mind-blowing sex because we love each other, and I have no idea what day it is, but I'm sure it doesn't matter. I hope it's not that horrible pink love day though."

"You're ridiculous," Draco smiled, allowing Harry to kiss him on the mouth.

"Says you."

"You want to do this here?" Draco asked when Harry tugged at his boxers. They were on the floor in the front room, and they'd managed to rid themselves of most of their clothes already.

"Do you want to move?"

"I suppose it doesn't really matter. Perhaps I'd better move my head farther from the coffee table though."

They were resituated and completely naked in a few seconds. Harry closed his hand, and when he reopened it it was covered in oil.

"Of course you can conjure lube nonverbally and wandlessly now."

"It's all about what you focus on," Harry winked. He leaned forward to kiss Draco as he slid one finger in. "Can you turn over love?"

Draco gave him a questioning look, but complied without comment. Harry continued prepping him and added a couple lovebites to his back, which it became quite clear Draco was enjoying.

"Do you want to try something new?" Harry asked.

"Perhaps."

"Can I rim you?"

Draco's breath caught. "Oh. You...want to?"

"Yeah, I figure most things are worth a try."

"Okay."

Harry removed his fingers and quickly closed and opened his hand to get rid of the oil left on.

"Relax. You're so tense." Harry stroked his hands over Draco's sides soothingly.

"Sorry."

Harry brought his hands down to squeeze Draco's arse and spread him open. He swiped his tongue over the area and Draco moaned. Well that was a good sign. He circled his tongue around and dipped it inside. Although he'd been stretched, it was more difficult than Harry had anticipated.

He tried again, and settled into a sort of rhythm that Draco was rather loudly appreciative of. Draco pushed back against his face, and Harry reached around to jack him off at the same time.

"Fuck, Harry. I don't think I'm gonna last long like this."

Harry redoubled his efforts, and was rewarded with a particularly loud moan.

"Harry, please, I'm gonna cum."

Finally, Harry pulled back. "Do you think you can go for two rounds?"

"Er, yeah. Okay."

Harry resumed with enthusiasm. He wanted to make Draco cum this way - there was just something so alluring about the idea of bringing Draco off so thoroughly. Draco was clearly enjoying this much more than just a blowjob, and Harry was able to watch him fall apart without being distracted by trying to get there himself. Sure, he was turned on, but he could ignore it for now.

Draco pushed back against him again and his moans suddenly went up an octave.

"Mmm Harry- Harry, fuck, I'm-"

He came hard onto the floor, still babbling disjointedly. Harry kissed up his back and massaged his sides, waiting for him to be coherent.

After several still, silent minutes, Draco lifted his head. "Merlin's left tit."

"Oh good, you're alive."

"Am I? Fuck, Harry, that was...so good."

He rolled onto his side and gestured at the mess. "Can you…? I don't have my wand." Harry waved his hand.

Draco scooted closer until they were flush against each other and gave Harry an emphatic kiss. "Where did you learn to do that?"

Harry shrugged. "I just winged it, honestly."

"Damn. Well colour me impressed."

They lazily kissed for a while until Harry's arousal became uncomfortable, and he began stroking himself.

"What's this?" Draco smacked his hand away, replacing it with his own. "I'm pretty sure that's my job. No need for that."

"Doesn't really matter," Harry replied between kisses. Draco squeezed his hand, and Harry moaned.

Draco felt himself start to harden again, and he grabbed both his and Harry's cocks in his hand, jacking them off together.

"Are you ready? Can I fuck you?" Harry whispered, thrusting into his hand.

"Yeah. Yes."

Draco let go, and Harry slicked himself up and pushed inside, groaning at the feel. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and canted his hips up to meet his thrusts.

Well, if this was a night for trying new things - why not? "Can I ride you?" Draco panted.

"Merlin yes," Harry was only too eager to oblige.

They quickly readjusted so that Harry was on his back and Draco was sat astride him. Draco lined himself up, and slowly sank down on Harry's cock, and- good Merlin, this was completely different than how it normally felt.

Harry held his hands up for support, and Draco grabbed them, intertwining their fingers as he rose back up and sank down.

He came for the second time that night within seconds of Harry, and with their hands still holding tightly. They both dozed off on the floor, only waking from the cold to move into their bed some hours later, and if they ached a bit the next day nobody had to know.