Iris: Third Continuation:

Roses

Oh, sweet mush. Be warned, heavy heavy heavy slash. Okay, not a lemon, but still. Just a step below that. In order to be protective with the little kiddies' eyes I think I'm making this one R...just caution, people.

HP belongs to JK Rowling, not me, blah blah blah.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE! THAT's THREE NEW CHAPTERS IN TWO DAYS!

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Harry felt flushed with desire, his breath steam on Draco's shoulder as he felt the smooth skin on his back.

"Love you," he murmured through the blonde's neck.

"Love you, too," Draco managed to grunt, bringing his face down to Harry's, kissing him with a passion greater than that of Snape's for torturing his Gryffindor students.

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"God, Draco, you'll be the death of me," Harry said to himself. He closed his eyes in remembrance of the dream.

He needed desperately to talk to Draco, and feeling more connected to him than he ever had (excepting, of course, that Christmas Eve), he decided to try his luck with the second floor corridor.

He pulled his robe over his sweaty body hastily, shoving his feet into slippers, hurrying himself out of the dormitory trying not to make a sound with the door.

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Draco Malfoy sat against a wall in the Charms corridor, staring up into the great brown eyes of a wizard's portrait. Yet he couldn't read the name. He couldn't think straight, except of course about one thing.

Harry.

"Fuck, Harry, is there something wrong with me? Am I delusioned to think that you can tell when I'm here?" Draco stood to leave when he heard a sudden reply.

"No, I don't think so," breathed a raven-haired boy with a scar on his forehead.

"Harry," he exhaled happily. Quickly the two embraced, with no trace of the earlier wintry timidity they'd had. It appeared to both that their dreams had been shared.

"Had...had a dream, Draco...needed...to talk to you...oh, God..." Draco had begun caressing his chest, undoing his robe, planting little kisses along his neck.

"Draco..."

"Shh, I know...I had the same thought...there's a room..."

"Shall we...?" Harry whispered, pressing a hard kiss to Malfoy's lips.

"Shall you _what_?" demanded a voice Harry knew very well. Ron. And he was just a corner away from them.

Fuck, thought Harry. "Get out of here now. Before he sees you," whispered Harry out of the corner of his mouth.

Draco darted out of the way, into an empty classroom.

"Harry, what was going on here?" Ron exclaimed incredulously.

"I was...I was..."

"What, Harry, fucking one of the potraits? Jacking off to the sight of the knight's armour? Necking with _Malfoy_?" snarled the redhead.

"No. Reading a book I found under your _bed_, Mister I-Shag-My-Best-Friend-Every-Chance-I-Get!"

"How- how did you- Hermione's gonna- I'm sorry, Harry, really I am," Ron shook his head in disbelief. With that he walked away.

"It really sucks having a friend who's Head Boy. I'm going to need more tact," Harry stated.

"I think I can give you a lesson in that, Harry."

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Dear God. Where do I get this?

Elanor Whiteriver

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