"Can I watch?"
Harry was sitting cross legged on the rug in front of the fire place, his attention on the Potions homework spread out before him.
The Gryffindor Common room was empty, aside from himself and his best mate who was sprawled out across the couch behind him.
"Can you watch?" Harry repeated the question back, not bothering to turn away from his homework.
"You know… You and Draco," Ron answered almost whispering, despite nobody around to hear their conversation.
Harry turned slightly to stare at the frizzy-haired ginger, a look of bewilderment playing across his face.
"You want to watch us shagging?" He inquired, surprised at the words he spoke.
Ron gave him a guilty nod, too embarrassed to verbalize his answer.
"Where is this coming from, I thought you hated Draco?" Harry questioned even more confused.
"I loathe the little cockroach, but I always hear you two at night in here when we're all trying to sleep..."
Harry's face suddenly flushed red hot, his eyes wide at the thought of knowing everyone could hear him and Draco in the Common room when he thought they were being quiet.
"Sorry mate, I figured you knew," Ron squeaked, noticing the obvious embarrassment on his best mate's face.
"You aren't exactly the quiet type," Ron added with a soft chuckle.
Harry leaned forward, grabbing a pillow off the couch and tossed it at Ron's head hitting him square in the face.
"Bloody hell Harry..." Ron mumbled rubbing his nose.
"I'm meeting Draco later, I'll see what he thinks about all this,"
"And inform him we need to stop shagging when people are around..." Harry said after a minute of silence, his cheeks still red.
"Like that'll stop him," Ron teased, sticking his tongue out.
Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance as he stood to his feet, swatting at Ron before making his way up to the Boys' dormitory.
Harry reached the top of the spiral staircase and walked over to his bed, where he bent down to open his trunk to pull out some clean clothes.
He straightened up and started to undress, pulling his tattered grey shirt off before he unzipped and yanked off his jeans to kick them under his bed.
"I'll never get tired of seeing that," a low, snarky voice came from behind Harry, causing him to freeze.
He slowly turned around to see Draco leaning against the open door frame, smirking at him.
"I was just getting dressed to come meet you,"
"Well I thought I'd come a little early," Draco replied with a grin.
"That wouldn't be a first," Harry smirked back.
Draco crossed the room towards Harry, grabbed him by his hips and pulled him close against his body.
Harry wrapped his arms around the blond's neck, kissing his pale cheek.
"I had a talk with Ron about something interesting just now," He admitted leaning back to look into Draco's eyes.
"What could that git possibly talk about that would be interesting?" Draco sneered teasingly.
Harry reached up and playfully smacked Draco's chest, he still hated it when Draco made fun of his best mate.
"Ron asked if he could watch… Us," Harry said quietly, unsure how Draco would respond.
Draco raised an eyebrow in amusement at Harry.
"Weasley wants to watch us shag?"
"Yes, apparently he can hear us in the Common room at night..."
"And the little pervert wants to see what makes you scream?" Draco practically purred, a devilish grin on his face.
Harry's cheeks flushed red, unable to hide his embarrassment.
Standing in front of Draco still in his boxers wasn't helping the situation.
Draco smirked at Harry, eyeing him up and down as he admired the sight before him.
He had seen Harry in his underwear a dozen times before, but he never got tired of it, even now he couldn't help but stare at him.
"We don't have to, if you don't want," Harry spoke, bringing Draco's attention back to him.
"No, I think it'll be interesting to have an audience,"
"He does only want to watch, right?" Draco quickly added, giving Harry a curious look.
"Yes, he wants to watch,"
"I told him I was ask you first," Harry replied caressing Draco's cheek.
"Go get him then," Draco grinned kissing the palm of Harry's hand.