Okay... I'll admit, this is not my best work. It's mostly serving the purpose of getting the story where I need it to go. (I refuse to use the word "filler").

To those of you who have asked me to let Harry top, I want you to know that I have a plan. An evil, awesome plan, and trust me, he will. It'll just take a while for me to get the circumstances right. (Ergo: (not) filler chapter)

Disclaimer: So I was drowning my sorrows at not being able to get the Harry Potter rights from J.K Rowling, and this guy came up to me. He says, "I can get you the rights by eight o'clock if you give me two grand." I gave it to him. It is now eight-fifteen the next day. Don't let this fool you- I WILL get the rights.

Warning: If you're at this chapter without reading the first ones, then a) you're ridiculous, go back and read them in order you dummy, and b) This has mature sexual content involving two men. You no like? Walk away, sweetie. You don't know what you're missing.

Harry leaned forward, softly molding their lips together. Despite their previous endeavors, this seemed more intimate than anything that had happened before. The gentility was undeniable, the sweetness unprecedented. It was a lover's kiss, not a kiss that they had had before.

He didn't break it- only pulled back so their breaths mingled and their lips weren't quite touching.

"Harry?" Draco whispered.

Harry didn't move, even though his mind seemed to clear slightly. "Y-you called me Harry," he murmured back. Beneath him, Draco's breathing stopped.

"It's your name," he breathed back, embarrassment making his cheeks darken slightly.

Harry leaned forward to press their lips lightly. Draco opened his mouth slightly, trying to deepen the kiss, but Harry pulled away again. He brought up the arm that wasn't around Draco's neck and placed his hand gently on Draco's cheek. The Slytherin turned his head slightly, into the touch. "I suppose I should call you Draco."

There was a long beat of silence. Harry's mind raced- had he been mistaken? What if Draco mocked him? What if he was waiting for this, all along, just waiting so he could rip out Harry's heart-

Draco lifted his head and closed the distance between them, tightening his arms around Harry's torso as he kissed him. Harry closed his eyes, feeling everything that was Draco. His hands, lips, face were all that Harry needed in those long, beautiful seconds.

Even though it was hard and fast, the kiss had a soft edging where mindless lust used to be. Careful fragility echoed where need had been before.

Resting their foreheads together, Harry breathed deeply, compensating for the brief moments without air. Draco's arms were wrapped around him tightly, and he realized how safe he felt. Warm and safe…

Nestling his head on Draco's shoulder, Harry drifted off to the sound of Draco breathing, vanishing into a world of dreams he never seemed to be able to remember.

Waking up felt like gauzy blankets of sleep were being pulled away, one at a time. Harry became aware that the backs of his legs were cold, as was his back, except for the places where arms had wrapped around him and held him securely.

He opened his eyes slowly, thinking about what had happened. "D-Draco?" he whispered against the Slytherin's neck. Beneath him, Draco stirred, turning his head and lowering his chin so he could meet Harry's gaze. The crack under the door remained their only light source, but Harry could still see Draco's face.

"Harry."

Harry caught his breath; his name, coming from Draco, sounded… right. Better than 'Potter'. "I-I guess… We won't be meeting each other before dinner."

Draco laughed a little. "I guess not."

"What were you going to do when we met?"

"Talk about this, mostly. Although, most of our encounters don't include much talking, so… who knows?" There was a slight pause as they both remembered the overpowering need in the middle of McGonagall's class. "I looked up Devil's Snare in the library," he went on, "And it didn't say anything about… this."

Harry found himself watching Draco's mouth form the words, and mentally shook himself. "I found a book of theories," He began hesitantly. The book currently was stashed under his mattress, shoved there in a fit of denial. "It's in the Gryffindor dorms."

"…and this book says… what, exactly?"

"It said that there might be a type of Devil's Snare that can…" Despite all that had happened, Harry felt himself blush.

"Can what?"

"Sense, um, attraction. Can sense physical attraction." Harry waited for Draco's response with a cold feeling in his chest. He waited for Draco to push him off and away, to sneer and scoff and say something a Malfoy would say.

Draco was silent for a long time before whispering, "Mutual attraction?"

Harry was surprised to say the least, and a little pleased; he'd been expecting immediate mocking. "It didn't say. But the plant… the book said that the plant can call us back."

Draco's head lifted a little, eyes probably finding and staring at the vine-choked trap door. "So… that's all this was?"

"Not for me," Harry muttered with almost no audibility. He quickly realized, by Draco's suddenly tense shoulders, that Draco had heard the barely-spoken words.

"Harry… I've had dreams. About you." Draco wasn't breathing.

"What kind of… dreams?"

Draco raised one eyebrow in an expression that clearly said, Seriously?

"Oh. Right."

Draco's eyes were a little sad. "I know, you aren't… well, you don't feel that way about…"

Harry reached one hand up to Draco's head and pushed it down until their lips met. Draco's breathing snagged somewhere in his throat, and after a moment his hands began to slide up and down Harry's sides, from hip to waist and back. It even tasted sweet.

One of Draco's hands tightened its grip slightly on Harry's hipbone, and Harry broke the kiss with a pained gasp.

Before he could protest, Draco was pulling back and moving Harry to one side, closer to the light from the door, and inspecting his hips. Harry shifted in place, embarrassed at the scrutiny. The bruises stood out prominently on each hip, purple, curved marks that explained their escapades too clearly to anyone who noticed.

"D-did I…?"

"The past few nights… we've both been a little rough." Harry felt a pang as he remembered his nails. "Is your back okay?"

Draco frowned slightly, reaching behind him to test the skin. He couldn't quite hide his wince.

"Oh, God, hang on, let me get a better light…" Harry scrabbled on the floor for a moment before coming up with a wand. "Lumos… oh, darn it all, this one's yours…" Draco made a move to take it. "Oh, no you don't! Turn around and let me see your back."

Draco's eyes narrowed at the blatant command, but he did as he was told. "It's not as bad as it looks," he assured Harry when the Gryffindor gasped out loud.

Somehow, his short, stubby nails had left red marks that trailed from Draco's shoulders to his lower back. "Not as bad as it… but just look at yourself…"

Draco got to his feet suddenly, taking his wand away from Harry in the same moment. He busied himself with waving it slowly from side to side, scanning the floor and occasionally stopping to pick up an article of clothing. "What are you-" Harry was cut off as a ball of his robes hurtled towards him, disintegrating as it went.

"Get dressed. We need to talk when we're not covered in dust and come, and preferably when we have that book of yours to reference."

Harry looked from himself to his clothes. Both were covered in dust. He reached for his pants, not wanting to go wherever they were going in the nude. As he got to his feet, grimacing at the aches and pains, he asked, "Where are we going to go? The prefect's bathroom is out, and the regular baths aren't even an option."

"I know a place. It'll be fine."

Harry snuck a peek over at Draco, catching glimpses of his body in the wandlight. He blushed, busying himself with the fastenings on his pants.

"Ugh, these clothes are filthy." Draco complained, wadding up his uniform. Like Harry, he only wore pants. Harry kept his gaze firmly on the ground, adjusting his glasses. The light around him intensified, and he looked up to see that Draco had approached him with both his and Harry's wands. The combined light gave Draco's skin a luster that seemed to draw Harry's eyes against his will. He forced himself to accept his wand.

Then he stood there, feeling like an idiot under Draco's gaze. "I should run upstairs and get that book from my common room, so we can look at it."

"Are you a wizard or aren't you?" Draco chuckled. "Just summon it."

"Oh. Right." Dammit, he even sounded like an idiot. "Well, unless we want people asking why we're half-naked and walking together, we should go under my cloak."

Draco gestured elaborately to the door, a very familiar piece of cloth in his hands. "Lead on."

"Accio Unproven Theories: a Look at the Possibilities of Herbology!" Harry called softly as he and Draco made their way to their destination. They were barely hidden under the invisibility cloak, crouching slightly and shuffling through the hallways so their ankles didn't show.

"That's the book?" Draco shook his head with a smirk, reminding Harry how close his face was to his. "What a mouthful. Come on, it's the next left."

What next left? Harry thought to himself. The hallway they had been walking through seemed never-ending, but at the same time… so familiar…

Then it hit him. "We're going to the Room of Requirement?" Harry hissed. "Practically everyone in our class knows where it is!"

"Yes, but what are the odds that they'd be able to be specific enough to get inside with us?" Draco smiled wickedly, wrapping one arm around Harry's neck and pulling him closer.

Harry couldn't help but smile. "I guess."

"Oh, you guess? Admit it, it's a brilliant idea. It's modifiable, which means it's everything you could possible need. Not to mention that no one would ever guess what's going on, ergo they won't be able to get inside when we are. What's wrong with that?"

Harry shook his head in disbelief, but before he could enlighten Draco on the wonders of humility, the book on Herbology came zooming towards them.

"Ah, just in time." Harry caught the flying book though the cloak, flashing their shins at a curious tapestry.

Draco faced the wall and furrowed his brow for a long minute. Before long, a tall wooden door, like the kind most of the baths had, appeared as if it had slid from within the stone wall. Draco slipped out from under the cloak and grasped the handle, sending a challenging look over his shoulder. "Are you coming or not, Harry?"

Hardly hesitating, Harry followed Draco through the enchanted door, feeling it close behind him with a thump of finality.

Ah, the room of Requirement. An old favorite of mine- the only catch is the "no food" rule mentioned in book seven, but I'll find a way around it...

If you guys have any requests for the room, please tell me! I have some (naughty) ideas, but I am always happy to have help!

(And again, I apologize for this not being the most exciting or well-written chapter. However, I shall make up for it with future awesomeness and some one-shots that you guys should be on the lookout for.) )