A/N This was going to be the last chapter, should I continue? ENJOY!
On his return to the common room all Harry could do was stare at his hand, look deeply into the creases of his fingers which until moments ago rested the faint fingers of Draco Malfoy. He lifted his palm to his nose, he could almost smell the other boys soft aroma radiating from his skin. Draco did smell heavenly a kind of musky teenage boy smell, with a hint of strawberry shampoo.
Harry had mindlessly found himself walking in the direction of the room of requirment instead of the Gryffindor common room, he liked to go there to be alone and think. As he hovered by the vast expanse of wall that concealed the room he noticed Malfoy stride up past his hiding place and a large wooden door appeared on the wall. Harry was puzzled as to why the Slytherin was there, he knew he used the room a lot in previous years but he didn't have much time to think it over before the other boy and the door had disappeared. Harry stepped out in front of the wall, closed his eyes and the door appeared once more, with a slight tug on its large brass handle he was inside.
He stepped inside the invisible room and was welcomed to a wand shoved in his face accompained by the voice of Draco 'Potter?' questioned the blonde.
'What the fuck are you doing here?' pushing his wand further into Harrys face.
'Nothing..I..I..' 'Stop babbling Potter' Draco lowered his wand and pulled his arms around the Gryffindor. Harry wasn't sure where to look and kept buzzing his eyes around the room. 'i'm glad your here' Draco whispered in his ear pulling his arms tighter around the slender waist of the other boy. This sent a shiver down Harrys spine which the blonde felt and grinned slightly. He eventuallu caught the gaze of the Slytherin and was captivated by the look in his grey eyes. Not meance but longing, the boys looked at each other for a few moments analyising every feature. Harry raised his arms to Dracos shoulders and wrapped them around his neck, he slid his fingertips into the back of the soft, downy hair at the base of Dracos head.
It felt so amazing and released that strawberry smell of the other boys shampoo.
Neither of them went to speak but instead pulled one an other close and locked lips in a firery kiss. Pressing hard and deep onto each others lips, losing themselves in years of pent up feelings.
Harry never hated Draco he wanted him. Now more than ever,
fumbling his slender fingers through his blonde tresses as they kissed. Draco slid his hands round the other boys hips, feeling the tigh muscles underneath his shirt. Suddenly Draco pulled away from their embrace and took a step back. 'We shouldn't be doing this.' He turned and sat on the black leather sofa which had just appeare and sighed holding his head in his hands. Harry edge himself on the arm of the sofa and placed a warm hand on the Slytherins back. Draco turned to Harry and sighed again,
'Oh fuck it! like I was ever going to live up to Daddys expectation'
before the raven haired boy had chance to process what he'd just heard he was being pulled of the sofa arm and into a warm,
sweet smelling boy. Draco looked down into the vivid green eyes which lay gazing wonderously up at him from his lap,
'Potter doesn't your hair ever lay flat?' said the blonde raising a beautifully shaped eyebrow.
'No' replyed Harry 'It's got a mind of its own' sitting up from the other boys lap Harry tugged at his unruly mop. Draco grabbed his hands and whispered,
'Don't, I like it' Pulling Harry into another passionate kiss.
Draco tugged at the hem of the other boys shirt, loosening his tie and pulling both over his head Harry sat topless in front of Malfoy.
Who was looking very fondly at his toned chest. Draco leaned forward and kissed the tanned skin underneath the Gryffindors nipple and brushed his hand over his hips. Harry shivered again.
He'd never been touched like this before, each kiss was electric, each touch was pentrating right through him. Harry gasped as Dracos lips caressed a very sensative spot. The other boy drew himself away from the tanned specimen in front of him and seized them hem of his own shirt dragging it over his pointed face.
Displaying his ghostly skin and deep red scars running over his lean body. Harry ran his fingers down one of the scars and whispered 'I'm sorry.'