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Some may notice I changed the rating on the story from T to M... That's because this chapter contains some delicious smut. And, after thinking about what I want to do for the rest of the story... I realized it's going to contain... well... quite a bit of smut actually. Sorry if that bothers anyone, but I'm the typical Drarry fan that loves Drarry sex so I definitely have to write it!

Enjoy!

The three girls ran desperately around the castle, earning many strange looks from students and ghosts alike. Finally, they realized running around was not getting anything done, so they halted and sat against a castle wall near the kitchens and Hufflepuff Common Room.

"Okay, so what exactly is the plan here?" Pansy panted. She took the silence as uncertainty.

"What we need to do," Hermione started to explain after catching her breath. "is come up with a plan. And fast."

Ginny nodded furiously, and the girls fell into deep thought. Silence filled the corridor except for the occasional echo off of the castle walls from students passing.

"Oh Merlin. This is impossible," Pansy groaned. "Why don't you just break up with Potter tomorrow, Weasley? I'm exhausted and I have Potions to do."

Ginny's brows knotted. "I can't do that. He'll get suspicious. Plus, that still doesn't solve the problem of Harry ending things with Malfoy."

Suddenly, Hermione got the brightest idea. A large grin covered her face.

"Let's catch Harry and Malfoy."

Pansy looked confused and then rolled her eyes.

"But… they won't be doing anything. How can we catch them if they're not doing anything. Really, Granger."

"Really, Parkinson," Hermione hissed. "It's easy to walk in on them simply talking and twist it into something else. As long as they're alone, we can make it look suspicious. Then Ginny can walk in on them-"

Pansy squirmed excitedly. "Oh! Yes! Then Weasley here can walk in on them, put on her betrayed act-"

"Um, excuse me. I am sort of still betrayed," Ginny interjected harshly.

Pansy threw her a side glance and waved a dismissive hand. "She'll act betrayed and break up with Harry. Then he'll be free for matching. It is rather genius, Granger."

Hermione, beaming at the praise, nodded her thanks.

"Alright," Ginny mumbled as she stood up and stretched. "Where are they, Parkinson?"

Pansy blinked. "How should I know?"

Ginny gawked at the dark haired girl for a moment. "What? You don't know? But you knew they were meeting."

"Yes, but Draco didn't tell me where. Just that he was."

Ginny growled again. "Great. Fucking great. As if we're going to search the entire castle. Plan failed."

"Oh, don't be such a whining bitch," Pansy sighed. "It shouldn't be too hard to find them."

Ginny snorted at the uncertainty in the other girl's voice.

"Let's try the Room of Requirement," Hermione chimed in. "I've got a good feeling they're there. Lots of privacy."

The three busted into a fit of giggles before running up the stairs to the seventh floor.

They finally got to the wall and started pacing around frantically. The doors appeared and Pansy threw them open with a loud bang.

"They're not here!" She screamed into the empty room. Her voice echoed angrily off the walls.

Hermione stepped in and looked around, frowning.

Ginny threw herself onto a couch sitting near the door dramatically.

"Now what?"

"Well," Hermione said, seating herself next to Ginny. "We have to think. Where else could they be?"

Harry paced around the classroom so much, he felt like there should have been a trench in the middle of the room.

When he heard the door open from behind him, he jumped a few feet in the air and turned to face the one person he was most terrified of… at the moment, anyway.

The blond boy stared at Harry with those familiar eyes of hunger before looking him over.

"Potter," He drawled sensually. Harry felt an involuntary shudder run down his spine.

"Malfoy," Harry nodded, trying to keep his face blank although his voice wavered. Draco noticed this and smirked.

"So, what did you need to talk to me about?" The Slytherin wriggled his eyebrows.

"The party. What happened between the two of us." Harry bit his lip, hoping that Draco had remembered and that he wasn't opening up a can of worms.

"Yes, and what about it?" Draco asked, sounding bored but looking as hungry as ever.

"I… I just wanted to tell you it was a mistake on my part. And it won't happen again. Things just need to go back to normal," Harry blurted out in one breath.

For a moment, a look of hurt flashed across Draco's face, and Harry's heart dropped to his stomach. Then, just as it appeared, the look was replaced by a strong look – almost like determination. It was a harsh determination, though, and it caught Harry off guard. Especially when the blond started toward him and the look grew harsher.

Suddenly, Draco was nose to nose with Harry. They were so close, he could feel the other boy's hot, sweet breath on his face. His heart started to beat insanely fast and throb through his ears.

"Erm, Malfoy?" Harry squeaked. "What exactly are you doing?"

"A mistake, yeah? So you wouldn't enjoy it if I did… this?" At that last word, Draco leaned to the right of Harry and gently kissed on his neck. The Gryffindor bit his lip to hold back a moan. When the blond surfaced, Harry shook his head furiously.

"Oh? And what if I did… this?" Draco then leaned to the left of Harry and nibbled on the boy's earlobe, tugging and kissing. Harry felt himself go weak in the knees and couldn't help but whimper. He felt Draco's breath on his neck as the other boy chuckled.

"Is that a no?" The blond boy asked between sensual kisses on Harry's neck. But Harry had no answer. He felt if he were to open his mouth, he would lose all control.

Draco surfaced and looked at Harry with hungry eyes and smirked maliciously. He had a feeling his emerald eyes were betraying the desperation he felt, and Draco had definitely noticed this.

"I didn't think so," The boy drawled before pushing Harry against a desk and placing a passionate kiss on his lips.

Harry returned the kiss intensely, paying no mind to the nagging voice in his mind that was reproaching him for this behavior. So what if he had wanted to meet with Draco to keep this from happening again? What had he been thinking? This was too amazing to give up.

Draco broke away, smirking playfully as he paid more attention to the other boy's neck, leaving small passion marks all over. Harry moaned softly, rolling his head back and savoring every small kiss and bite Draco laid upon him.

Harry knew he should stop. He should push Draco off and leave the room. But he couldn't. Not only did he not want to leave this, but he didn't think he had the strength to. If he couldn't find the strength to break if off now, could he find the strength to break it off later? That thought terrified him the most.

His thoughts were cut short by a pair of cold, pale hands now unbuttoning his shirt and gently feeling around his chest. Harry snapped his head back to Draco and impulse took over. With shaking hands, he reached over and unbuttoned Draco's shirt. Draco shrugged it off quickly and pulled Harry into another deep kiss.

The two boys kissed each other for a while, feeling each others bodies… caressing every muscle, and every curve.

Harry pulled away and smiled at how swollen and red Draco's lips were, knowing his were just as bad. Draco returned the smile and kissed him sweetly, while undoing the top button of his pants. As the pale hand unzipped the pants slowly, it brushed against Harry's throbbing erection. The touch was accidental, but Harry let out a small moan and tried to lean into Draco's touch more.

The blond looked at Harry with surprised, yet fascinated, eyes. He licked his lips and grabbed Harry's cock. Harry let out a small squeak that quickly turned into a moan as Draco pumped his hand slowly.

Before he knew it, Harry was reaching with one hand to pull the other boy closer, and reaching the other hand to undo Draco's trousers as well.

Pumping fists, caressing hands, and shallow breaths quickened as pleasure took over their entire bodies. Harry could feel the pressure in his groin building up. Draco opened his eyes, looking up at Harry through his eyelashes. With this look, Harry felt his heart jump up into his throat. He leaned his head against Draco's and moaned the boy's name loudly as he came. A few moments later, Draco pulled Harry into a deep kiss as he came.

The two boys stood there, absolutely naked, for what had to be ten minutes – simply kissing. They alternated between soft, sweet kisses and fiery, hard ones. Finally, Harry pulled away, needing to breathe. Draco casted a quick cleaning charm and got dressed, smirking at Harry the entire time. Harry followed these motions, but kept his eyes to the ground. He felt his face heating up due to Draco's gaze and he couldn't find the courage to make eye contact.

Draco walked up to Harry and pulled his chin up gently. His ice grey eyes bored into Harry's, causing Harry's breath to hitch a bit. Then, the blond slowly leaned in and gave him a long, sweet kiss.

They had been kissing all night, but this kiss was different to Harry. It made his heart flutter, his balance waver, and his head spin. It took all of his remaining strength not to completely swoon.

Draco pulled away slowly, lingering right at Harry's lips. Then, the boy stepped away, smirking still, and walked out of the classroom door.

Harry gently touched his lips, still feeling the kiss and its effects. He suddenly missed the blond boy. He desperately wanted more Draco Malfoy. And he knew at that moment he had just made a terrible mistake.

He was hooked.

He was starting to realize his original plan had just completely fallen to pieces.

He was in deep shit.

The three girls had wandered all over the castle, looking for any possible sign of Harry or Draco. It was well past nine, and they were about to give up.

"There's no way they're still meeting," Pansy groaned. "Let's just go to sleep."

"I still feel like we're missing something," Ginny frowned. "We still need to check a few more places, I think."

The three fell silent as they thought.

"Hmm," Hermione mumbled. "What about that abandoned classroom from the party? We haven't checked there."

"It's a possibility," Pansy shrugged.

The three girls made their way downstairs to the classroom near the Great Hall. The area was very dark, and the three of them jumped when they heard footsteps coming from near the classroom.

"Did you hear that?" Ginny whispered. "I think there's something there."

"I'm sure it's just a ghost, perhaps a House Elf," Hermione concluded, her voice faltering a bit.

The three crept slowly to the classroom, holding their breath. They heard quick footsteps running away from them and let out a simultaneous sigh of relief.

"Whatever it was... it's gone," Pansy opened the classroom door and lit up the room with her wand.

It was completely empty.

"Bollocks!" Pansy yelled. "This is utter shit, that's what this is!"

Hermione frowned. "We'll just have to figure something else out tomorrow. Let's all try and think of a new plan tonight and meet up in the morning."

The three girls walked off to their respective common rooms, completely disappointed but eagerly anticipating a new plan. Hopefully, this one would work.