Thursday was dragging. It was scorching out and students were having to settle with cooling their feet in the lake and watching the giant squid float by. Hermione was up in the library finishing her arithmancy homework. Meanwhile Ron and Harry were with Hagrid, lounging in the shade of the forbidden forest. With so much sun recently, Ron's freckles had exploded on his face, covering it almost completely. He sat, drink in hand with Harry on his right and Hagrid following. Harry was staring dreamily over at the lake, obviously elsewhere as Hagrid and Ron discussed how the dragon Hagrid had adopted in their first year was doing. While they babbled on about Romania and dragon eggs, Harry was thinking of something utterly different. Something he couldn't stop thinking about these past few days. With a sudden urgency, he jumped to his feet.

"You alrigh', Harry?" Hagrid asked, concern hidden somewhere in his usually smiling eyes.

"Yeah. Sure. Just going to, uh, check on Hermione." Rubbing at the back of his neck, Harry couldn't meet their eyes before he hurried off towards the giant castle that was his home.

It was too warm. Even inside the heat had his breath catching. Green eyes slid left and right, searching.

Had he always been looking?

For a second he decided to just take a minute to himself, let him catch his breath and think. He slid down the wall, head in his hands. He let his head fall back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling with damp eyes. A hand slid around his waist and a head was laid gently against his shoulder.

"You look so sad. I hate seeing you sad."

"Ginny?" Harry stared at Ginny, feeling vaguely disappointed.

"Of course it's me. Who were you expecting?"

"Ginny…I told you. We're just…not right. Please. You're a good friend."

Ginny turned stony eyes on him, hiding the deep tear in her heart he'd just created. She knew he didn't want to hurt him but she wasn't going to stay here. "I understand." She muttered before striding away.

He watched her go with his own heart hurting. She had once meant something to him. But it paled in comparison to what he felt when he thought about a certain Slytherin. When had this happened? Was he falling for Malfoy? Malfoy? Of all people? He rapped his fists against the side of his head, currently hating himself.

"Careful, Potter. Wouldn't want to damage what little brains you have." Malfoy drawled as he strutted past, flanked my Crabbe and Goyle who both laughed in appreciation. Harry didn't even spare them a glance. All he could see, all he wanted to see, was those grey eyes that were locked on his. Before he knew it, they were gone. And he hadn't even managed to come up with a fake, witty response. Quietly, he sighed and began heading to the library. It was best if he kept up appearances.

When he woke, he rubbed at his gritty eyes and yawned before rolling over and closing his eyes again. It was Friday; he could allow himself a little more sleep. It took a while for the thought to process in Harry's tired brain. It was Friday! He blinked, stunned. Rolling back to face his dresser, he pushed his glasses on and climbed out of bed. It was obviously late as Ron wasn't bundled under his cover. In fact, Harry didn't find Ron in the common room either, though Hermione was fast asleep on one of the chairs. From the scattered books, quills and parchment on the table in front of her, she'd obviously pushed herself over the edge again. Harry edged out silently, deciding breakfast was a brilliant idea. Grinning like a fool, he slipped down and almost fell over Ron, who was hurrying back in the direction of the common room with hands filled with toast.

"Uh…Ron? What're you doing?"

"Hermione fell asleep in the common room again. Working too hard, too late." Shaking his head, Ron aimed worried eyes up the stairs towards where the fat lady hung.

"I know. I saw her. Is she okay?"

"She will be. Always is, isn't she? Anyway, I'm going to take this up for her. She must be starving. She missed dinner again.

Harry clapped his hand against his friends shoulder. "She's lucky to have you, mate."

Ron brightened, fidgeting under Harry's hand. "You think so?"

"Yeah. I'm going to go grab something to eat. See ya later."

The Great Hall was packed and Harry collapsed gratefully into his seat. His plate ended up piled with bacon, eggs, toast and whatever else he thought he could manage. His thoughts slid up to the common room where Ron was probably taking care of Hermione. Harry winced internally. Today (well, up until nine o'clock) would be about his friends.

After he's eaten as much as he thought was physically possible without him waddling the rest of his life, he paced out of the hall and to the comfort of the common room.

Inside, he found Ron with Hermione snuggled into his side and her face turned to his.

"Hey guys."

Both of them shot apart, jumping to opposite ends of the couch and blushing. They stared anywhere but each other and Harry had to slap himself mentally.

"Uh, sorry…"

Hermione glanced at him, a small smile curving her pink lips. "What are you apologizing for, Harry? You look nervous." Her smile faded and her eyebrows drew together in concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Sure. I'm fine."

"Okay." Harry could tell that Hermione didn't believe him and Ron was now in a heated debate with Dean. Probably to do with quidditch, Harry mused.

They wandered outside, visited Hagrid, Hermione watched as Ron and Harry flew around in a mini-quidditch game and when the sun began to bleed into the trees, they hiked back to the castle for food. They ate and chatted and Harry wasn't sure if he'd ever laughed so much in his life. As much as he tried, he couldn't help letting his gaze drift to the Slytherins where Draco sat, scowling down at his plate. Harry felt a little twinge in his heart and watched the pale boy storm out of the room not long after. Though his mind was now distracted, he managed to last through the chatter of his friends. Every so often, he checked the clock and when the hands read nine, he made some excuse to leave and jogged away from his waving friends.

Why was the room of requirement so far away? Harry breath huffed out as he fell around the corner. Draco was going to be so pissed. Why did he care? Why was he even here? Rolling his eyes at himself, he paced and thought of the thing he needed. The doors appeared and he pushed in quickly. He stopped dead. The room was done in crimsons and gold. Draco had already been in this room, though Harry didn't know that. Just like he hadn't yet realised Draco was curled up on the bed, facing away from the door. When the Gryffindor did notice, his heart beat faster against his chest, wanting to break free. He crept over to check if the blonde was asleep. If he was, he wouldn't stay that way.

Harry slithered onto the bed, slung his arm around the slender waist and nibbled at the Slytherins ear.

"Draco."

"Harry."

"I'll admit…I didn't actually think you'd show."

"Well, I did. What do you want."

Harry pondered the question and managed to slip his hand up the cotton shirt Draco was wearing. His hand slid up the soft skin of Draco's chest, had him shivering as he slid it down to the waistband of the dark jeans.

"I think…Dammit. I want you, Draco." He flipped the Slytherin. Holding Draco's wrists above his head, Harry crouched over him, green eyes simmering in the dim light.

"Shut up, Potter." Draco was fast. His legs were up and wrapped around Harry's waist before he could stop them. Harry gasped as his hips clashed with the blonde's. Unable to contain himself, Harry lowered against the smaller boy and let his lips linger just out of reach. Draco strained under him, hips rocking against Harry's.

"You fight like a bitch."

"Let go of my hands and say that again, Potter." Grinning, Harry let go and amused himself with unbuttoning the white shirt while Draco sunk his teeth into and sucked at his neck. Someone groaned and Harry tossed the shirt aside. Draco wouldn't need it. His hands ran up the smooth muscle and his nails bit into the skin, leaving Draco arching under him. Soon enough his own shirt joined Draco's while they rolled over the silken sheets.

Draco couldn't think. There were teeth and tongue sliding down his stomach and his fingers were curled into that deliciously soft black hair that was hiding Harry's face. His jeans were too tight and he mewled quietly as Harry flicked his tongue over the top of the denim. His eyes slid shut as Harry tugged his belt off. Colour flooded his cheeks and his chest was heaving. He barely felt his arms rising but his eyes flew open when he realised he couldn't move them. Potter had tied his hands to the headboard. With his belt. Bastard. And then that fog descended over his brain again. He couldn't think. Just felt. That gentle mouth that could be so rough kissing the inside of his thigh as his jeans were discarded. Somewhere in the madness they were experiencing, Harry had removed his own jeans. Draco stared at him. Those bright, green eyes. The smiling mouth and flushed cheeks. The ruffled hair. He'd be damned if he didn't admit he wanted him. A baffled moan pushed past his lips as Harry pushed his knees up and pressed his erection against Draco's ass. The dark-haired boy bowed close, tongue brushing over his ear as he whispered and sent a shiver down Draco's spine.

"I'm going to hurt you."

"Then do it, fool."

Snarling, Draco glared up at Harry. His fingers dug into the sheets as Harry's pushed himself into Draco. Both groaned. Harry's hands bunched in the sheets around Draco's hair. He looked beautiful. All that white-blonde hair fanning out against the crimson sheets. The pale moonlight made his skin shine and his eyes were glazed with lust. With surprising tenderness, Draco looped his arms around Harry's neck and pulled him in. Their lips met, moved over each other as Draco parted his lips to let Harry's tongue invade and play with his own. Slowly, Harry pulled back before gently thrusting back into Draco. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed around the room and the moans created a song to the boys ears. Too soon, Harry was thrusting hard and fast into Draco while the blonde writhed on the sheets. Breath caught, nails raked down skin, teeth and lips brushed and nipped as they moved against each other in the dark. Moaning, the Slytherin arched and dragged his nails down Harry's back. Finding this rather arousing Harry bucked his hips against Draco and buried his face into that beautiful blonde hair.

Harry finally came inside Draco after he'd pumped the little blondes erection and he'd exploded against Harry's stomach. Sliding down the slick body, Harry licked Draco clean, eyes gleaming up at the watching blonde who was blushing furiously.

"What did we just do?"

"Well, I believe I just did you, Draco."

"Potter, be serious."

"I was."

"We can't…"

"We just did!"

Draco turned to stare at the wall and Harry wanted to yank his own hair out.

"Are you really going to try deny it? What we…felt? I may not like it, but I won't deny it. I have feelings for you, Draco. It's not just going to go away."

"What feelings?"

"We'll have to find out won't we?"

"Won't weasel and the mud-blood be wondering where you are?"

"Shush. Don't call them that." Scowling, Harry nipped Draco's lip before pulling the cover over them. They lay together, moonlight coating them from the arched windows above the bed. Harry smiled, pulling Draco into his arms and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Get some sleep, Draco."

"Don't tell me what to do, Harry."

"You called me Harry…" Oddly touched, Harry brushed hair from Draco's face and kissed him, soft and deep. "And admit it, now, you're my bitch."

"I-What?!"

Wrapped around each other, they drifted off.