Okay, so we left off with the two stating who they liked in the Room of Requirements. What will happen next is for me to decide so hush! I don't own Harry Potter… Blah, blah, blah…

Harry got up and started pacing, Draco's eyes following him. Harry quickly spun around, pointed a finger at Draco and acted like he was going to say something (the whole 'take a deep breath and open mouth' act), shook his head and continued pacing. After what felt like ten minutes but was actually four minutes of this, Draco lifted himself up so that he was standing in front of the arm chair. As quietly as he could, Draco briskly walked so that he would be behind Harry when he turned around for the wide oval he was starting to form in the wooden floor. When said person did turn around, his eyes widened slightly.

"What about that Wesley Girl?" Draco softly asked, almost a whisper.

"When I figured you wouldn't look in my direction, I felt I had to have someone hold me. What better than the person who loved me?" he saw Draco's mouth open and stopped him by informing him, "I broke up with her when I found she had fallen out of love with me and in love with Neville."

Draco nodded in understanding then questioned, "So, where does that leave us?"

Before you could say Harry Potter Puppet Pals, Harry's mouth was fixed onto Draco's and a vise like grip was placed on Draco's neck. It was the best kiss, the only kiss, Draco had ever experienced and he decided as Harry kissed his fill of his mouth and started along his hay, that he would never crave another's kiss ever in his life. Just Harry's. Harry.

"Oh!" Draco squeaked as Harry found his sweet spot and started suckling.

After Harry was sure Draco carried his mark (he like how that sounded….His 'Mark'….), he lifted his head. Draco's eyes were closed but when he opened them, they were a passion filled, stormy grey. He could get lost in those eyes, and Harry knew he would have many days of just watching Draco, while he slept, when his eyes are open, everything. Harry smirked. He knew he had to get there, but why now? Why did he have to take Draco now? He decided that now was the best time to stretch out the feelings inside him.

"I'll see you later Draco. Have the sweetest dreams and remember that I'll be dreaming of you." And with that, he opened the door like it was nothing and left.

Harry leaned against the other side of the door for a good ten minutes while he tried to calm the hard on currently standing at attention. When it was as good as it was going to get, he pushed off with his foot and slid his hands into his pockets, gliding down the corridor as he thought of Draco's soft, pink lips. Damn was he surprised! He didn't realize they would be perfect; he tasted of lemons (Had to do it! It was a given!), and smelled the same, sweet. Harry started craving lemon meringue and thought that that wouldn't be a bad idea. He'd have to ask the house elves if they could make him a pie…..

Draco watched Harry's back as he exited the room. Holy cow was Harry a good kisser. Draco had a hard time keeping his act together and not reaching for Harry's trousers.

He sighed. He hadn't known Harry would taste like Suzy Q cream (Yes, Suzy Q's are in the wizarding world as well. Never heard of them? Go to the supermarket to the snack food isle and it should be there!), all sweet and homey. Draco ripped his eyes from the door and padded to the table where a box of Suzy Q's was currently on. 'This is the Room of Requirements after all.' Draco thought as he tore the box open and snatched one of the many, pulling apart the plastic wrapper and licking the frosting already oozing out from the sides before separating the two cakes and eating the first one, then the other. 'Mmmm. Just like Harry.' Draco remembered the kiss and blushed when he found he was getting stiff. It was a normal bodily function yet it still made him blush like a school girl. He was a Slytherin and to make it worse, the Slytherin Prince! How long ago had it been since he'd seen his parents by the way? Draco wondered what and how they were doing as he continued to demolish the box of Suzy Q's, then curled up in the corner of the couch and went to sleep.

The next morning, Draco heard somebody cooking. He raised his head sleepily and saw Harry with a 'kiss the cook' apron on and what looked like a spatula in hand. Still tired, Draco lazily got out of bed (which was a couch), rubbing his eyes as he thought of a bathroom. Instantly, a bathroom appeared at the end of the hall. As he entered he noted a change of clothes on top of the toilet, shower, sink, and towels lining the wall. He hurriedly undressed and turned the water on to his desired temperature before stepping in and washing for breakfast. After the shower, he dried his hair as much as he could with a towel, not bothering to brush it, and briskly walked to the kitchen…And Harry…..

Oh damn! I'm sorry to inform you all, but I seem to be stuck with a Writer's Block. Wish me luck as I battle the evil foe and I'll get back to it as soon as possible!