The next morning, Harry felt much better. More himself.

The only real questions about Draco are what is he up to? What is the big task he's trying to do? And why was he crying in the bathroom?

Harry pondered these, sneaking glances across the great hall at Draco during breakfast. He was talking with friends, but maybe quieter than normal. Looking over at Harry occasionally too.

"So, is Dean off the team then? Since Katie Bell is back?" Ron asked, taking a big bite of jam-slathered toast.

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose."

Hermione glanced over at Ginny, who was sitting down the table with Luna and Neville. "That will be easier for Ginny then, since they just broke up." Her eyes flicked back to Harry, watching for his reaction.

"Oh, that's good then," Harry said, gulping down the rest of his tea. "Um, see you in potions."

Draco was leaving, alone, and Harry didn't want to give him a chance to disappear.

He had his invisibility cloak with him, and ducked into a doorway to slip it on. He followed Draco from a safe distance.

Unfortunately, Draco went straight to the Slytherin lair, where Harry couldn't follow him.

He waited as long as he could, but eventually headed off to class.

…

The next week was about the same, following Draco whenever he could. He had the map with him, and knew when he disappeared, he was in the Room of Requirement. Harry tried again and again to enter, but could never get in. So frustrating!

Draco had a free when Harry was in Astronomy, so he took a chance and skipped the class. Hiding outside the Room's normal entrance under the cloak, Harry felt anxious and excited.

Sure enough, Draco appeared, and looked around a few times before walking back and forth in front of the Room's normal entrance. A door appeared, and as he stepped through it, Harry grabbed his wrist and entered too. The door slammed shut behind them.

"Potter! What the fuck are you doing?" Draco roared, yanking his arm away.

Harry pulled off the cloak, tucking it into his school bag and grinning. "Finally, I get to see what you've been doing in here all year."

They both looked around, Draco with nervous darting eyes, while Harry's were wide and curious.

The Room took on many forms, but Harry had never seen it like this before. It wasn't that large, more like a cozy room with a large fireplace. Two squashy armchairs were in front of it, and a table to the side was full of food and drinks, under the glimmer of a stasis charm. The most disturbing thing in the room was the bed. It was huge, covered with a thick comforter and heaped with pillows.

"It didn't look like this before! What's going on, Potter?" Draco said, edging towards the doorway. Likely wanting to escape.

Shaking his head, Harry ignored their surroundings. All that mattered was Draco and getting some answers. "Talk! What are you doing in here? What did you do to Katie? Why were you crying in the bathroom?"

He moved between Draco and the door, glaring at him. He'd been pussyfooting around this all year. He was sick of not knowing what was going on.

Draco tilted his chin to an arrogant angle, looking defiantly down at Harry. "As if I'd tell you. Let me out of here."

That flared Harry's anger, and he pulled his wand out. "Talk!"

"You want another duel?" Draco sneered, yanking his wand out too. "You know how it ended last time. With you kissing me."

"You kissed me! After almost killing me!" Harry shouted back, incensed.

Draco scoffed. "You knocked yourself out! Stupid git! Almost killed yourself!" He stopped shouting, looking a bit lost. "I was so fucking scared."

Harry blinked at him, surprised at the change in his tone. Unbidden, he took a step closer to Draco, and somehow they were even closer still. And then they were kissing.

How they got on the bed, Harry didn't know. He was on top of Draco, shifting between his long legs, pinning him down, chests together. Draco's hands were tangled in his hair, holding him close as they kissed again and again. Hungry, demanding kisses. His hands skimmed down his sides, pushing Draco's shirt up to stroke over his heated skin.

That made Draco pant against Harry's neck, his hands moving right down to his ass. Grinding up against Harry in a way so blatantly sexual he groaned loudly.

All week, images like this had been popping in his mind, mid-wank, but also during classes, at meals, so often. The reality of it is even better. Like in those fantasies, Harry was undoing Draco's trousers, and pushing his hand downwards.

"Fuck," Draco gasped, shuddering deliciously against Harry and closed his eyes tight. After a few racing heartbeats, his hands were finding their way under Harry's clothing. Long fingers wrapped around him, the most fantastic feeling he's ever had. Until those fingers started to move. It was a mutual, frantic storm of hands, kissing, and groaning. Over much too soon.

Harry immediately rolled off Draco, standing and turning away to clean himself up. When he looked back at the bed, Draco had done the same, but was still lying on the pillows, staring at the ceiling.

His stomach rumbled, and Harry shrugged to himself as he headed over to the table. It was laden with his favourites, like thick roast beef sandwiches, treacle tart and pumpkin juice. He loaded up a plate.

"I can't believe you are eating," Draco drawled, turned on his side on the bed to watch him.

Harry swallowed a bite of his sandwich. "Oh, come on. I know you haven't been eating much lately."

Draco scoffed. He knew Harry basically just admitted to watching him in the dining hall. But he's watched Harry too. "Fine," he muttered, rolling off the bed.

They settled in front of the fire, with big plates of food. Eating in companionable silence, Harry felt a sense of peace he hadn't had for a while. Is this just from the sex earlier? The sexual tension resolved for now?

"This is ridiculous. Being here with you. Like this," Draco said, putting his empty plate on a side table, and staring into the fire.

Harry shrugged a shoulder. "It's the room of requirement. It gives us what we need."

Draco turned his head to look at Harry. "A fire? Food? A bed?"

Feeling his face heat, Harry tried not to squirm in discomfort. This is too new, too strange to discuss. So he went back to what he was used to. Tried with the tone of a concerned friend. "So, what happened? What's been going on with you? It's just us here. Why were you crying ?" He set his own plate down, hoping Draco would just talk to him. After everything that had happened lately.

But Draco just shook his head. "I have to go now." And he was up and out the door before Harry could grab him.

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-A/N: I want to go to this Room of Requirement… sex and a tasty meal in front of a fire. :D