Summary: Draco feels hurt and that just won't do. He can't have feelings so he decides to stop his... fling with Potter. If only that were so easy.

Chapter 4 - Replication

It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip from my devil's cup
Slowly, it's taking over me

- "Toxic", A Static Lullaby

XXX

Harry checks his reflection in the bathroom mirror before he rejoins the party.

He can't keep the smile off his face and just hopes that Hermione is too distracted to notice anything.

He comes back to find the game no longer in play; instead Hermione and Blaise are snogging on an armchair while Pansy and Neville are mirroring them on the sofa by the fire.

Harry flops down next to Seamus, Dean and Nott.

"Harry, say yes."

"To what?" It looks as if Nott and Seamus are having quite the animated discussion.

"Can we just drop it?" Dean looks exasperated.

"No!" both Nott and Seamus shout at the same time, then start arguing again.

"I'm talking about something primal -" the Slytherin begins, only to be interrupted by Seamus.

"Humanity has evolved beyond savagery, mate -"

"What's this about?" Harry cuts in, thoroughly worried.

"It's stupid!" Dean asserts, only to bring the wrath of both the other boys on him.

"It's a valid question!"

"What is?!" Harry asks a tad louder than perhaps strictly necessary.

Seamus considers him for a moment, then huffs. "Look, if cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win?"

Harry blinks at him.

"Told you, it's stupid!" Dean repeats.

"Harry grew up with Muggles, he'll understand!" Seamus insists.

"They've been discussing this for fifteen minutes!" Dean groans and looks to Harry expectantly.

Harry narrows his eyes at Seamus and Nott. "Do the astronauts have weapons?"

"No!" both shout in unison, causing the group of girls, amongst whom Harry sees Lavender, to look over.

Harry, Seamus and Nott spend the following twenty minutes discussing the advantages and disadvantages of astronauts and cavemen, only to reach absolutely no results when curfew eventually draws near.

"This discussion is not over!" Seamus threatens Nott - who Harry is to call Theo, so he should probably start to do so in his mind as well.

"Please, cavemen clearly win."

"I can't believe this bloke! Next thing you know is he'll praise the Nintendo 64!"

Harry bursts into laughter, having heard Dudley talk incessantly about wanting to pre-order the new gaming console.

"You play?" Theo asks, but Harry shakes his head.

"My cousin. I was never allowed to." he pauses, then decides to finally find out what has been irking him. "But how do you know so much about Muggle video games anyway?"

Theo shifts, clearly uncomfortable. "A friend of mine. He's a Muggle. He taught me to play."

Harry nods, trying to find out what else he knows about Theo, other than that his father is one of Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters. Apparently, Theo doesn't follow in his father's footsteps.

Suddenly, a bell chimes and everyone looks around to see Millicent Bulstrode standing in the middle of the common room.

"It's almost curfew, so those of you who don't want to get into trouble better get back to their dorms. And just to make that clear - everyone who isn't a Slytherin has to leave," she adds with a pointed look towards the two couples still snogging by the fire.

Harry rises and goes over there to tap Hermione on the shoulder, resigning himself to a walk back to Gryffindor tower which will be spent listening to Hermione gush about Blaise.

He scans the room for any sign of Malfoy to say good-bye but the Slytherin must have fallen asleep.

XXX

The first day after the party, Harry can't find Draco anywhere. He waits in front of the Room of Requirement but even an hour after curfew ended, no one shows.

Frustrated, Harry returns to his dorm, desperately trying to come up with an explanation why Draco didn't seek him out tonight.

Bloody hell, did Harry just call him Draco?

Well, after weeks of shagging each other, Harry figures using his first name might not be a bad idea.

Still, what is going on? Did something happen? Did Harry say something wrong? He goes over their conversation but comes up with nothing.

XXX

He sleeps uneasy that night and come Monday, Harry is set on finding Draco and giving him a reason to keep this thing up, whatever it is between them.

He wonders if this is how addicts feel, constantly thinking about that one solution to stop the itching underneath his skin, the burning want inside him.

Harry eyes the Slytherin table where Malfoy is eating lunch with Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle, and the moment Draco rises, Harry excuses himself, following the blond out of the Hall and throwing his Cloak over his head.

He catches Draco in the dungeons where he drags him into an unused classroom.

"What the hell-"

"Where were you yesterday?" Harry asks, successfully pinning Draco to the wall. Harry might be the submissive one so far, but he is stronger than Draco in terms of force.

Draco snorts. "My world doesn't resolve around you, Potter."

"I know that-"

"Do you? Because I was simply busy; not everyone can bribe Granger to do your homework for you."

"Hermione doesn't-" Harry starts but stops mid-thought. "It doesn't matter. We're alone now."

"I have an essay to finish," Draco protests, but Harry can feel his pulse quicken underneath his hand.

"It can wait ten minutes."

With that, Harry falls to his knees, almost rips Draco's robes open until he can free Draco's cock and proceeds to lick and massage it to fullness. Once Draco is erect, Harry swallows him down in one go, relaxing his throat to ease the entry.

Harry looks up to meet Draco's wide eyes, then pulls off almost all of the way. He tongues the slit and glans, licks up and down the shaft, showing off to Draco who is still watching though his eyelids flutter.

When Harry deep-throats again, Draco's hips start thrusting and soon, Draco's hands cup his face, holding it in place while he fucks Harry's mouth so hard that Harry chokes around his length and the edges of his vision grow fussy.

Draco surely notices but he doesn't seem to care, just keeps on thrusting until he comes with a stifled moan and pulls out abruptly, flooding Harry's lungs with air.

Suddenly, Harry is the one pressed against the wall, one of Draco's arms across his chest, holding him in place and restricting his oxygen again while the other fumbles with his trousers.

Harry struggles a little but only for the thrill of it. He knows he could get free if he really wanted to.

Then, Draco's long fingers wrap around his cock and work him fast and dirty. Draco isn't taking his time, his aim is to get Harry off as fast as he can. He presses one knee hard enough into Harry's thigh that it hurts and leans in to bite the nape of his neck harder than he ever has.

Harry comes with an intensity that makes him see stars and he would have shouted if not for Draco's lips on his, absorbing the sound in a ruthless kiss.

All of a sudden, Draco's mouth is gone as well as the arm across his chest and Harry falls, ungracefully, to the floor.

He catches his breath a bit before he glances up, meeting grey eyes that betray a hint of worry after the rough treatment. So Harry smiles, Draco nods, and leaves him in the classroom.

Harry feels something dribble down his collar bone and when he reaches up to touch it, his fingers come away bloody.

Draco must have bit him harder than Harry thought.

XXX

Draco wants to curse himself. Crucio would be appropriate, physical agony used to condition him out of his stupid obsession.

Hurt. He felt hurt after Potter mocked the idea of them like that and there is no space for emotion in Draco's life at the moment.

So Draco decided to stop, stay with the Cabinet as long as it takes until Potter left and not pay him any attention the following days until the boy understands.

Potter being Potter however, the git had to seek him out. And nobody could withstand Potter on his knees, begging with big eyes to be claimed, to be used, for long.

Things don't go back to normal, though - they become worse.

Instead of seeking each other out once a day, it's twice now, three times that weekend, whenever they can steal away from friends unnoticed.

Draco is resolved to blight any other emotion the moment he discovers it. He doesn't watch Potter sleep. He doesn't watch Potter laugh at the Gryffindor table across the Great Hall. He doesn't smile when Potter earns points in potions.

He doesn't. Really.

XXX

Harry starts an experiment after the second weekend in February. He belatedly realised that Draco never is completely undressed whenever they have sex and somehow, that is the fact that reminds Harry of his original intentions of cornering Draco, finding out if he is indeed a Death Eater and what he is up to in the Room of Requirement.

So over the next few days, he tries to get Draco undressed, tugs at his shirt, but Draco always deflects the movement and distracts Harry, remaining clothed.

Time for different tactics, Harry thinks to himself and tails the Slytherin from supper in the Great Hall up to the seventh floor underneath the cover of the Invisibility Cloak.

Crabbe and Goyle are disguised as bookish Ravenclaw girls (girls!) and once they are in position, Draco walks up and down in front of the wall three times before a door appears.

Harry is ready, ambushing Draco the moment he opens the door, pushing both of them inside the room.

Harry had no idea if his plan would work and is amazed when he finds that it did. He looks around the room which is filled form floor to ceiling with things students have probably hidden in here for over several decades.

Draco is staring at him, paler than ever, eyes open in shock.

"Sod off, Potter!" he snarls but Harry has got this far, he will not be thwarted by an angry Malfoy.

"No, I won't."

Draco shrugs. "Then I'm off." He darts forward, trying to get past Harry but he blocks Draco's path and, spinning them around, pins the blond to the stone wall next to the door.

"I need answers."

"I'm not giving you any!" Draco shouts, squirming in Harry's grasp. Another time this might have been highly erotic, but Harry is too focused to retrieve his wand with one hand while trapping Draco with the other to really notice.

When he sees the wand, Draco swallows. "What are you going to do, Potter? Curse me? I won't tell you anything."

"I don't need you to talk," Harry simply answers, flicking his wand and performs the non-verbal incantation he practised for hours yesterday.

It works. Draco's robes come off in the blink of an eye.

Draco is topless, only wearing his trousers and shoes. He is gripping Harry's hand that is holding him down, angling his left forearm away from Harry's line of sight so Harry yanks Draco's arm up, pinning his wrist to the wall still holding his wand.

Draco freezes as Harry's eyes travel over dark, black lines on pale skin.

A skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.

Harry was right. Draco is a Death Eater.

"Congratulations, Potter. Now you know. What are you going to do about it?" Draco spits at him, struggling in Harry's hold but Harry can tell the boy is trembling. He is afraid, Harry realises.

What is Harry going to do now? Tell Dumbledore? Dumbledore, who has left the castle and still isn't back? Tell McGonagall? And explain that he knows about the Mark how, exactly?

"I'm not sure yet."

Draco splutters, clearly expecting to be dragged in front of the headmaster immediately.

Harry's eyes are fixed on the Dark Mark, standing out starkly against Draco's skin. Draco, a sixteen-year-old boy followed his father's footsteps into Voldemort's inner circle and now has a mission to fulfil - but what is this mission?

Harry knows Draco won't reveal it now. But the way the Slytherin is trembling tells Harry enough about how willingly he plays his role. This is more complicated than Harry initially thought.

"Why did Voldemort allow a teenager into his inner circle?" he asks, ignoring Draco's flinch at the sound of the name. "What does he want you to do?"

Harry tries to tear his eyes away from the Mark but he can't stop them from darting back to the tattoo every few seconds.

Draco merely chuckles. "Ask all you want Potter. I'm not talking." The he follows Harry's gaze and suddenly, his expression morphs into a smirk.

"It's distracting you. Does it turn you on?"

Harry's breath hitches as Draco uses his position to roll his hips against Harry's.

"Oh, sure it does, Potter. You've been shagging a Death Eater after all. How does that feel? Knowing you put your life at risk whenever you dropped to your knees in front of me? Only now finding out that I could have had orders to kill you all along?"

Harry shudders at Draco's words, desperate to reign in his body's reactions but the sense of danger, of Draco, of the wrongness of it all causes his blood to rush towards his groin.

Draco's smirk broadens and he builds a rhythm with his hips once he feels Harry getting hard.

Harry is desperate to find some kind of control, now that he is aware of the threat Draco might pose, so he shifts his arms, bringing Draco's wrists together over his head and pins them to the wall using his wand hand while his left touches Draco's half-hard cock through his trousers.

"What about you, Draco?" he whispers in the boy's ear. "I could kill you, too, you know."

Harry feels Draco swallow as he kisses Draco's throat, massaging his growing erection through the fabric.

"You're no killer, Potter. You showed that at the end of fourth year."

"You're no killer either," Harry answers evenly, filing away the information that Draco knows about what happened at the grave yard for later.

Draco releases a shaky breath, hips jerking to meet Harry's hand.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"No. But if you wanted to kill me, you had enough chances, so let's drop the pretence."

"Then let go of my sodding hands so I can shag you the way you like it." Draco glares at Harry but it doesn't distract from the needy tone his voice carries.

Harry kisses him then, deep and passionate, releasing his wrists from his grip and Draco's arms immediately circle his body and pull him close.

Their kiss soon turns desperate, filthy, bruising and then Draco pushes him off.

"I'm sure there is a bed in here," the Slytherin tells him and goes off, Harry following but only after he picked up Draco's robes from the floor.

He finds Draco in front of a comfortable looking bed big enough for both of them.

"It looks new," Harry comments and Draco merely shrugs.

"This Room is full of surprises. I wouldn't be surprised if it brought us milk and cookies next."

Harry barks out a laugh at that but soon sobers up when he finally has a good view of Draco's upper body.

He is slim, almost too slim but Harry blames hours spent inside this room doing Merlin-knows-what instead of getting a good night's sleep and a decent meal.

His pale skin seems to glow in the light of the torches that illuminate the room and Harry wants to taste it, lick it, explore every inch of Draco's body now that he finally can.

He sheds his robes and throws them to the floor, then comes to a halt in front of Draco. He extends a hand to touch his chest and runs his fingers down Draco's shoulder and arm, not hesitating when his touch ghosts across the Mark and then he runs them up again across Draco's chest, brushing the nipples. He ends with a few touches across Draco's stomach and can feel the muscles underneath the skin contract at his touch.

Draco positively growls and whirls them around so that Harry's back is to the bed. Before he loses his balance, Harry feels Draco's arms around him once again and Draco's lips on his own.

For the first time, skin touches skin as their bodies crash together and it is so much better than always fumbling with clothing that Harry wants to stay naked with Draco forever.

Except there are still trousers in the way.

Harry's hands travel down towards his belt and make quick work of it until he lets his pants drop to the floor. Draco gives him room to toe off his shoes and step out of his clothes while he opens his own fly.

And then both of them are completely naked, breath ragged, staring at each other.

Harry is the first to move, pulling Draco towards the bed with him. Harry sits down on the mattress and lies back, tugging at Draco's hand so the Slytherin climbs over him.

Draco is straddling Harry's hips and their cocks touch, sensitive skin against sensitive skin.

Suddenly, Draco's hand is in his hair, pulling his head back so that Harry bears his throat which Draco quickly attacks with his mouth, sucking and biting until Harry is writhing underneath him, enjoying that for the first time, no clothing items are in the way.

Draco's breath ghosts across Harry's cheeks and he can feel Draco's lips near his ear.

"How much preparation do you want tonight?"

Instead of answering, Harry stretches his hand until he grasps his wand and flicks it once, leaving Draco guessing which one of the spells he chose.

The blond slides down gracefully and hovers over Harry's groin. He licks the drop of precome off that has gathered at the tip, then takes Harry's cock in his mouth and works him slowly while his hands dip behind Harry's balls to see for himself.

Draco moans when he feels Harry slick but unstretched and in a rush, Draco pulls off Harry who whines at the loss of the tight heat of Draco's mouth.

Draco's hands grip Harry's ankles next and put them onto his shoulders, positioning himself simultaneously.

Draco doesn't need to ask if Harry wants him to go slow, to ease into his body, they know each other too well to excuse such questions.

With one hard, unforgiving thrust, Draco breaches his hole and doesn't stop until he is balls-deep inside of him.

Harry doesn't hold back his strained cry but his brain is already transforming the pain into pleasure in that twisted way it always does, so it doesn't take long until Harry wriggles his arse to get Draco to bloody move already.

Draco does, slow but hard, taking his time to attack Harry's chest and abdomen with his teeth. He sucks a bruise on Harry's right pectoral, just above his rapidly beating hard, then bites his way down as far as he can reach, licking across Harry's abs and up again to bite hard into Harry's shoulder.

Harry's shout turns into a moan as feels a few drops of blood trickle out of the wound but Draco ignores them with a glint in his eyes as he increases his rhythm.

Harry remembers his hands and he reaches out to cup Draco's arse, thrilled to feel the firmness of the flesh underneath his fingers. He can't resist burying his fingernails deep in the pale skin there, knowing if not actually seeing that he will leave behind marks of his own.

Draco kisses him again and Harry rakes his nails up Draco's back, thrilled to feel the boy's breath hitch and his hips lose their rhythm briefly.

Harry can feel the strain in his muscles by now, a delicious new addition to the pain in his arse and shoulder and he tries pushing back, meeting Draco's thrusts. Encouraged, Draco shifts, setting a brutal rhythm and then, finally, allows his cock to hit Harry's prostate, drawing a moan from his throat.

Draco doesn't relent but keeps up his pace and the angle, thrusting into Harry and against his prostate every time while he bites down on the bruise he already left on Harry's shoulder.

The sensations are too much, too much pleasure, too much pain and before Harry can process anything, he comes in long spurts between their bodies. Draco tilts his head to lick up the stripes that hit Harry's chest as he rides Harry through the aftershocks only to then drive into him with brute force, chasing his own orgasm.

Draco comes so hard Harry can feel his release deep inside of him.

The Slytherin stays still for a long time, catching his breath before he pulls out tentatively. Harry feels empty at the loss but then Draco collapses half on top of him, half at his side, left arm sprawled possessively across Harry's chest.

They don't talk. Instead, they breathe in an attempt to calm their heart beats and drift into a deep sleep.

XXX

Harry wakes in the middle of the night, comfortably warm due to the body sharing the bed with him. Draco is still half-draped across his chest and Harry considers him for a long time as he sleeps peacefully.

Harry can tell by the dark circles still under Draco's eyes every day that he doesn't sleep nearly enough, which is why he is reluctant to move and wake the blond in the process.

In the end, his body makes the decision for him, pulling him back into a dreamless sleep.

XXX

Friday is Valentine's Day.

By the time the afternoon lessons begin, Draco wants to curse every cheerful student, every snogging couple and everyone carrying or receiving a singing Valentine.

At least it is Friday, which means he can lock himself away all evening and work on the Cabinet without fretting over homework due the next day. And on Saturday, everyone will be at Hogsmeade, not thinking about Draco Malfoy.

Or of Harry. Of Potter. Or of Potter, bloody hell!

Draco noticed last night that the Gryffindor has started using Draco's first name, apparently it was a slip of tongue, suggesting Harry doesn't think of him as Malfoy anymore.

Damn it, Draco did it again...

How much time has Draco spent worrying about what would happen if Harry ever saw the Dark Mark? Never did it occur to him that it might not end with him in Dumbledore's office in a matter of minutes.

No, the Boy Who Lived has to defy the odds and kiss him breathless, not only stripping Draco of all his clothes but also of his last defences surrounding his feelings.

He misses the times when Harry was nothing more than an idea, the one that got away, the one Draco wanted to catch, shag and then leave, resolving the issues between them and going his merry way.

Now, Harry is the boy he woke up next to, the boy who proved that morning sex is a brilliant idea, the boy who knows one of his darkest secrets and didn't run off, didn't turn him over to Dumbledore or heck, even McGonagall. True, it might need a bit of clever explaining how exactly Harry caught a glimpse of his Mark, but Draco wouldn't put that behind the Gryffindor who walked into the Ministry of Magic and survived an encounter with the Dark Lord.

Draco is in trouble if he doesn't find a way to get rid of all these ugly emotions tripping over each other inside his chest. He wishes he could talk to one of his friends but they are busy making doe-eyes at other Gryffindors and Crabbe and Goyle will never understand what Draco might be willing to tell them.

Instead, Draco spends afternoon and evening inside the Room of Hidden Things, becoming more and more frustrated as his theory once again proves to be impossible to realise.

It is late at night when he finds he has no capacity for thought left and abandons the Cabinet.

Outside, he almost literally runs into Harry who was apparently waiting for him.

"Draco-" he begins but Draco silences him with a kiss, pulling Harry with him as he walks back towards the Room of Requirement.

Draco releases Harry when he feels a doorknob behind him and ignores how his heart beats faster when he sees the smile on Harry's face.

"As much as you like the alcove," Harry teases, "an argument can be made for a comfortable bed."

Draco doesn't trust his voice to answer, so he simply opens the door and proceeds into the room.

XXX

Harry could get used to waking up to incredibly morning sex, he muses during dinner on Saturday. They only have to take care that no one notices their absence in their respective dorms.

"How was your night?" Hermione asks all of a sudden. They are one of the view students already at dinner; most of their classmates are still in Hogsmeade.

"Alright, I guess... Why?" Harry was content with Hermione spending the past twenty minutes telling him everything about her date with Blaise in Hogsmeade, how very brilliant the Slytherin is, how great he can kiss... Instead of asking about his day.

"You're smiling."

"So?"

"Without apparent reason."

"So?"

"It's odd."

"Can't a bloke simply have slept really well?"

Hermione narrows her eyes but shrugs, letting the subject go.

A shriek makes every one of the few students in the Great Hall flinch and Harry is on his feet and that the door, wand at the ready, in a matter of seconds.

When he reaches the Entrance Hall, Lavender Brown is still shrieking, her face contorted in an angry grimace. The focus of her fury is, apparently, Seamus, who hurries after her.

"Lav, I can explain!"

"How the bloody fuck can you explain that!" the girl shouts, changing direction and stalking towards Seamus who backs away instinctively.

Harry relaxes only a fraction. Someone might still get hurt.

That is the moment Theo tentatively enters the castle from the same direction the couple just came. Lavender spots him immediately and points at him with a cry. The entire Great Hall has gathered behind Harry, watching as the scene unfolds

"You! What did you do, you dirty little snake!"

"He didn't do anything-" Seamus tries to explain but Lavender is having none of that.

"Of course he did! Why else would you do that! He took you from me, that bloody little shit!"

With that, she leaps towards Theo who seems genuinely terrified and Harry just barely manages to catch Lavender around her waist before she scratches his eyes out with her fingernails.

"Let me go, Harry!" Lavender shrieks and Harry is incredibly thankful for the additional workout he gets thanks to Draco for Harry doubts he would have had the strength to keep her away from Theo otherwise.

Harry glances helplessly at Hermione, at a complete loss what to do with the girl now that he has her secured.

Hermione is in front of them immediately, gently but firmly catching Lavenders flying wrists in her hands.

"Lavender, calm down! I'm sure there is an explanation for whatever happened."

The girl thrashes and struggles but after a few more soothing words, she eventually calms down.

Harry is just really glad that none of the teachers are at dinner at the moment.

"Now, why don't we take this somewhere more private?" Hermione suggests with a glance at the crowd still watching. Harry notes that Seamus and Theo have drifted closer together in the minutes it took to subdue Lavender.

"No! I don't care, he can say whatever he has to say openly!" Lavender glares at Seamus who twitches as if planning to flee.

Hermione sighs. "Alright, what happened?"

"We had the best Valentine's Day, Seamus and me, and today I catch him snogging Nott behind my back!" the girl shrieks and Harry darts a surprised but equally amused look in Seamus' direction.

Seamus winks at Harry before he turns towards Hermione, who is fixing him with a stern gaze, clearly asking whether it is true or not.

"I can't deny that," Seamus admits, causing Lavender to launch another attack, yet Harry catches her in time.

"So you cheated on your girlfriend?" Hermione raises an eyebrow. She really looks intimidating, in full Prefect mode, Harry muses.

"Yes." Seamus says meekly.

"You tosser!" Lavender shrieks, fighting against Harry's grip. "How did you do it, Nott? Was it a love spell?"

Theo tries feebly to make himself blend in with the background but Seamus becomes angry enough for the both of them.

"Love spell?! He doesn't need a sodding love spell!"

"Then why did you snog him!"

"Because he's way nicer than you!"

That brings Lavender up short. Then she explodes. "You arsehole! How could I ever date a poofter like you! Don't you dare ever getting near me again!"

With one last glare at the two boys, and Harry, as if he is somehow involved in this, the girl stalks off.

Hermione slaps Seamus on the back of his head.

"Ouch! What was that for, Mione?"

"For cheating instead of just being frank with your bloody girlfriend."

Seamus actually looks rueful. "Yeah, it was cowardly of me, I get it. I'm sorry."

"You better be," Hermione tells him, then tugs Harry aside. "I'll go comfort her, alright? I doubt Parvati and Padma are back yet."

Harry watches her go until a hand pats his shoulder.

"Thanks, mate. You're a great bodyguard."

Harry laughs. "No problem."

Seamus smiles back, then extends a hand to Theo in front of the mass of curious students.

"Come on, I know a place where it is a lot quieter."

Tentatively, Theo takes the proffered hand and follows Seamus up the stairs, leaving Harry with the lovely task of ushering the herd of students back into the Great Hall.

Somehow, though, he can't hide his smile.

XXX

When Harry returns to the common room after supper, Hermione is already at a table doing homework since apparently, Parvati and Padma are a lot more suited to take care of a scorned girl like Lavender.

They settle into a comfortable silence, Harry trying to finish his work quickly and excuse himself to bed in a few hours so he can sneak out underneath his Cloak again to look for Draco.

Seamus returns looking blissfully snogged out and mumbles something about a shower before he disappears.

Harry is immersed in his Transfigurations essay that he only glimpses Ron's return in passing, nor the sound of the portrait winging open a few minutes later. What does grab his attention, however, is the noise of feet stomping down the stairs from the dorms.

Hermione's and Harry's heads whip up along with those of a few fellow Gryffindors. The one making all the noise is Ron, anger high in his face, Seamus at his heels.

"- and now you're bloody one of them! Another poof, unbelievable! How could you string Lavender along if you were just planning on sticking your prick up Nott's arse all along?!"

"What makes you think it's not the other way around, Ronald?" Seamus snarls. "What if Theo's the one buggering me, eh?"

Ron turns an even deeper shade of scarlet and Harry can't contain his laughter at Seamus' blunt comment. Even Hermione chuckles.

Ron's eyes dart towards them but instead of verbally attacking Harry, he aims for Hermione.

"What are you laughing at? You're dating one of these bloody snakes, too! That's all they are, dirty snakes trying to poison you all and you're all big enough plonkers to fall for their fanny little shite!"

Stunned silence reigns inside the common room until one of the first years runs off, whining, which is promptly followed by the appalled sounding voice of Professor McGonagall.

"Mr Weasley!"

She is standing next to the notice board where she added a new piece of parchment to the announcements already in place.

Ron pales visibly at the sight of her tight lips which form a line narrower than Harry would have believed physically possible.

"I cannot believe this! Intolerant rhetoric will not be condoned at Hogwarts under any circumstances. You are to report to my office for two weeks of detention, starting tomorrow. I shall expect you at eight o'clock in the morning. If you're late, prepare to serve detention for an even longer period of time."
"Tomorrow is Sunday!" Ron protests and McGonagall's nostrils flare.

"Let's make that two and a half weeks of detention, Mr Weasley. I'm tempted to reduce points but seeing as the parties you wronged are members of you own house, the punishment will not be confided to you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, professor." Ron sounds very feeble all of a sudden.

"If I hear of one single occurrence involving you harassing one of your fellow students or issuing homophobic comments, your punishment will exceed the simplicity of detentions. Are we clear?"

"Yes, professor."

"I will see you tomorrow, then."

With a flourish of her robes, the deputy headmistress exits the common room, leaving behind a tense silence which Ron eventually breaks by glaring at Seamus and Harry.

"I won't share my dorm with two poofters!"

"Relax, Ronald," Seamus says, raising his hands in a calming gesture though the grin on his face betrays the mockery. "I'm not gay. I'm bisexual. No worries, then."

"Just stay away from me, you ponce!"

"Gladly!" Seamus shouts after Ron who flees Gryffindor tower. The Irish boy flops down next to Harry, who smirks.

"How exactly did you and Theo happen?" he asks, both to break the tension as well as to satisfy his own curiosity.

"Astronauts and cavemen, mate."

Harry chuckles.

"No, seriously, that started it. We were just talking all the time, and it always made me feel special, you see, because Theo doesn't really talk much to anyone, and I was starting to have, you know, feelings... And Lav is really exhausting, you know? I don't know what rode me to steal her from Ron in the first place... But Theo and me, we work, you know?"

"That's really sappy," Harry replies and the three of them share a laugh.

Suddenly, Colin Creevey is hovering at Harry's elbow, eyes wide with something Harry identifies as curiosity.

"Hello, Colin," Harry says, grateful that the boy isn't carrying his camera.

"Hullo, Harry," he replies, biting his lip.

"What is it?"

"My friends and I, we sort of overheard - not intentional, honestly -"

"Ron didn't try to be discreet," Hermione concedes and, encouraged by her words and Harry's smile, Colin takes a deep breath and speaks.

"My friends and I heard that Ron said he isn't sleeping in a dorm with two... Well, we were wondering, who else is gay in your year?"

"I'm bisexual," Seamus clarifies redundantly.

Meanwhile, Harry's eyes go wide, realising that, without wanting to or not, Ron might have just outed him in front of a hoard of eavesdropping students.

His eyes dart to Hermione, who shrugs noncommittal, then to Seamus, whose expression Harry translates as, "Up to you, mate."

Well, Harry isn't ashamed. It's just that he didn't want any more gossip circulating about him than is already flying about. Still, the news of him being gay wouldn't exactly be gossip; it would be fact.

Besides, he's a bloody Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake.

"It's me, Colin. I'm gay."

For a second it looks as though Colin's eyes might pop from his head as he processes the information. Then he swallows what Harry suspects to have been a high-pitched shriek of surprise.

"Cool! We never would guessed, Harry. And don't worry, I doubt anyone will give you a hard time for it. You're Harry Potter, after all!" Colin says in a rush, then hurries back to his friends, bringing them the news.

Harry groans and allows his head to hit the table top. By tomorrow morning, the entire school will know.

XXX

Harry has been waiting for less than ten minutes when suddenly, a door appears in the wall, opening to reveal one exhausted looking Draco.

His grey eyes search the hallway until they instinctively fall on the spot where Harry is standing. Harry slides the Cloak off his head, grinning.

Draco lets the door fall shut, waits a beat, then opens it again and they step into the spacious room. A large bed, a soft sofa, an adjourning bathroom with shower and a tub, refreshments at the mini-bar. The Room of Requirement really seems to like them.

Harry throws himself onto the sofa with a groan. "Let's stay in here until Monday, please."

Draco quirks an eyebrow. "Done something, Harry?"

Harry's breath still hitches whenever Draco uses his first name.

"Ron, that moron, accidentally outed me to Gryffindor tower. By tomorrow morning, everyone will know."

Draco answers with a malicious laugh. "The Wizarding World's Golden Boy, a shirt-lifter. You'll make the front page."

"They're already calling me a nutter; can't they leave my bloody private life alone?"

"Where would be the fun in that, pray tell?" Draco sneers, coming to a halt in touching distance from him.

Harry glares, then his lips curl into a smirk. "I can think of something that is a lot more fun than bloody gossip."

Draco is in his lap within seconds, straddling his hips and conquering his mouth with his tongue. Harry pulls Draco's jumper off, then mirrors the action with his own. They press and move against each other until both of them are hard and breathing heavily.

It takes some manoeuvring until they have shed the rest of their clothes but they manage eventually, though when Harry reaches for his wand to do the spells, Draco's hand on his wrist stops him.

Harry looks up into Draco's eyes. The Slytherin seems nervous, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"What is it?"

"I was wondering..." Draco begins but doesn't go on. Harry can fill in the blanks a bit, taking in the flush that spreads across his pale cheeks.

"You want to try something?" Draco nods. "What? I'm happy to experiment with anything once."

Draco swallows and Harry watches his adams apple move as his throat works.

"I was wondering what it's like to be the bottom," Draco finally breathes out and Harry's eyes flutter for a second as the mental image reaches his brain.

"It's brilliant," Harry explains. "Perhaps a bit uncomfortable at first, painful even. But once that passes, it's bliss."

Draco doesn't say anything, just looks into space, lost in his thoughts. An idea strikes Harry.

"Let's take this to the bed, I want to show you something."

Draco follows him hesitantly and he tenses completely when Harry says, "Lie down on your stomach."

Harry wraps his arms around Draco from behind and kisses a trail up Draco's throat. "Come on, I'll make you feel really good."

Relaxing a fraction, Draco climbs onto the bed and lies down like Harry told him to, but the muscles in his back are still tense. Harry realises he never saw Draco's back like this, plainly displayed in the dim light of the room.

Harry takes his time, stroking Draco's skin, kissing his neck and letting his nails scrape across beautifully pale skin. He continues until Draco relaxes under his hands, then swings one leg over Draco's body, sitting back on his heels with his arse just above Draco's calves.

He leans forwards and traces Draco's spine with his tongue. He can feel every vertebrae and it worries him but Harry pushes the thought aside and focuses on Draco's body and the way his breath hitches when Harry's tongue stops mere inches from the cleft of his arse.

"Relax," Harry murmurs into his skin as his hands cup Draco's arse and gently pull his cheeks apart. Harry takes a second to simply drink in the sight of Draco spread open like this, virgin hole only for Harry's eyes to see.

Then his tongue is back on Draco's skin and he glides lower until he can feel the tight ring of muscle flutter at the feather-light touch.

Draco whimpers as Harry circles the perineum, eager to learn just what exactly Draco likes. He travels lower until he reaches the balls and sucks on them gently before he makes his way back to Draco's puckered entrance.

Harry takes his time, massaging the rim of the hole until it's loose under his tongue and only then he presses the tip inside. Draco jolts, a full-body shiver coursing through him.

"Bloody hell!" he curses and buries his head in the sheets.

"Enjoy it, Draco," Harry tells him and then dives right back in.

He loosens Draco up slowly, dipping his tongue deeper and deeper but torturously slow, the way Nathan did to him when he wanted to draw the pleasure out. Soon, Harry has to pull Draco's cheeks apart further and he finally thrusts his tongue inside Draco as far as it goes, then withdraws and thrusts back in again.

Draco's moan is muffled by the bedding, yet it still encourages Harry who works his tongue faster, twirls it, then brings his lips to Draco's skin and sucks at his hole.

Draco shouts and starts trembling and the next time Harry's tongue enters him, Draco pushes back against Harry's face and Harry spurs him on, pulling his hips back against his face and Draco understands the clue. He starts fucking himself on Harry's tongue, lifting his hips off the mattress for more mobility.

The most obscene sounds spill from Draco's mouth, whimpers and moans, filthy and raw and Harry knows Draco is ready.

Carefully, Harry works a finger in along with his tongue. Draco stills when he feels the additional presence but two thrusts are enough to show him it is even more pleasurable.

Draco is incredibly tight and Harry knows he can't work a second finger in, so he blindly grabs for his wand. He eases out of Draco who whines at the loss, but as soon as Harry performs the lubrication charm, he shivers in anticipation despite the tension creeping into his shoulders.

"Just my fingers for now," Harry soothes him, pushing one finger back in. He steadies himself with a hand on Draco's lower back as he works the second finger in slowly, circling them inside his arse to stretch his hole, then he thrusts in and out, building a rhythm and his stomach jolts when Draco moans in pleasure.

Harry crooks his fingers then, probing the walls of Draco's arse until he finds the spot that makes Draco cry out at the top of his lungs.

"Harry," Draco moans, "do that again!"

He obeys without hesitation, alternating between stroking Draco's prostate and fucking him with his fingers. He dares to add a third finger and Draco clenches around him, a sweet promise of how Draco will feel around his cock.

Harry wraps his left hand around himself, working his erection in time with the thrusts of his hand. He finds Draco's prostate at every try now, which has Draco writhing, driving himself back onto Harry's hands wantonly. It is extremely erotic to watch Draco's control shatter into small noises as he arches his back, a shiver running up his spine and then he is writhing, craving the fingers against his prostate and Harry gives it to him.

He thrusts once, twice, three times before Draco climaxes into the sheets, without a hand ever on his cock.

Harry keeps his eyes focussed on Draco's lithe, shagged out form as he wanks, hard and fast, desperate for release and he splashes jizz all over the floor when he comes with a moan.

They lie next to each other in blissful silence for a while until Draco turns onto his back, eyes searching to find Harry's.

"I doubt three rounds will suffice tonight," Draco says, trying for something like an arrogant drawl but he is still too spent for it to have the intended effect.

Harry smirks, crawling on top of the Slytherin, resting his body on Draco's. "I take it you liked it?"

"You know bloody well I did, Potter."

Harry huffs a laugh, then captures Draco's lips in a kiss. There is no rush and the kiss stays luxuriously slow - an act in itself, not a means to an end - for a long time.

Soon enough, however, Draco uses his nails and teeth, igniting small flames all over Harry's body until he feels his cock stir again. Draco is straddling him by now and he pushes his arse back, rubbing Harry between his cheeks. Whenever Harry's cock brushes Draco's hole, the blond shivers.

"Are you sure?" Harry asks because he has to. Draco has never done this before and to do so is a big decision. Especially with Harry, given their history.

Draco slaps his chest playfully. "Stop treating me like a blushing virgin."

"Well, technically -" Harry tries to point out but Draco's devilish tongue in his mouth chokes off any further comments.

Draco pulls back, climbs off Harry and positions himself on the mattress on all fours, wriggling his arse seductively. Harry kneels up and shuffles a bit until he is behind Draco, and he drags his cock playfully across Draco's hole, watching it flutter in anticipation.

Harry runs his hands up Draco's torso and drapes himself across his back, feeling Draco's spine digging into his chest and abdomen.

"I want to see you," Harry whispers and gives Draco a little push to highlight his point.

Draco trembles but moves onto his back, spreading his legs and canting his hips. His pupils are dilated but his gaze sharp, expectant, and a little bit nervous.

Harry kneels between Draco's legs and places a kiss to the tip of Draco's cock, then places another one on his hole.

He reaches for his wand and makes Draco slick and wet, then his finger is circling the perineum again.

"Why don't you use the spell?" Draco asks, only a slight tremor in his voice.

"We have time. I like to do this manually." Harry pushes his finger in to prove the point and Draco's back arches into the touch. "And you enjoy it."

Draco blushes faintly but doesn't comment. Harry is careful, stretching Draco as well as possible to reduce the risk of pain to a minimum. He has four fingers buried inside Draco's arse when his control crumbles and he can't wait any longer. Draco has long since abandoned the concept of speech; Harry can tell by the way his breath hitches and by the sound of his moans what brings him most pleasure.

Harry lines himself up, pushing the tip of his cock against Draco's entrance just enough to tell Draco what is coming. Draco's legs are on his shoulders, toes curling.

Harry glances up to see if anything indicates Draco wants him to stop but when they lock eyes, Harry's breath catches in his throat. Draco's eyes are half-closed, his lips parted, cheeks flushed. Harry moves without conscious thought, leaning up to capture Draco's lips in a kiss that Draco returns greedily. Before Harry can move, Draco cants his hips, driving Harry's cock into his still tight hole.

Draco falls back into the mattress, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent moan.

Harry thrusts forward, watching in fascination as his cock disappears into Draco inch by inch. Heat engulfs him and it's almost too much too soon. Harry stills halfway sheathed, panting, making sure that Draco is still alright. Harry would be rougher, faster, but he doesn't know what Draco likes, bloody hell, Draco himself doesn't even know because he has never done this before and that thought alone almost makes Harry come that very moment.

Harry fights off the orgasm and thrusts forward, gently but firmly, until his balls hit Draco's arse.

"Bloody hell!" Draco grits out, face a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Harry waits, giving them both time to adjust and then Draco wriggles his hips experimentally and Harry sees stars for a second. Draco obviously caught his reaction since he does it again and again, almost reaching a rhythm before Harry's cock brushes his prostate and Draco's hips falter, his back arching off the mattress.

Harry takes over, aiming for that spot inside Draco every chance he gets because the face Draco makes is addictive.

They don't last long. Harry sucks a bruise on Draco's chest, just above his heart like Draco did not long ago and his hips never cease but their movements are turning erratic.

Draco's knuckles are white where he grips the sheets tightly and suddenly, his entire body arches gracefully, muscles quivering and Draco comes between their bodies. The muscles in his arse convulse, pulling Harry deeper and deeper where he spends himself in the tight heat of Draco's body.

Harry has enough presence of mind to brace his fall and not collapse on top of Draco. He flips them over after cleaning up the mess on their skin with a quick spell and Draco settles against his side, head buried in the crook of his neck.

Draco is limp, pliant, deeply sated. His eyes are closed and he is smiling absently.

Harry kisses the top of his hair before he can spare any thoughts for his impulse to do so, and wraps his arm tighter around the boy.

The night is still young.

XXX

End Notes: Astronauts and cavemen - ideas, anyone? And if there were tags on ffn, I'd ad "porn with plot" by now ;) Hope you liked it!