Author's Notes: Hey, I would like to say that I got the 'Harry and his Internal Voices' idea (liberally used in the last chapter) from 'Very Interesting Christmas Break' by Lady Doncaster. That story is absolutely brilliant! You have to read it! I could not stop giggling like an insane maniac as I was reading it, and my mum thought I was going crazy. Anyway, this chapter is going to really earn its PG-13 rating. Or it may even warrant a R, so under-aged chaps, please stay off! There, now that we got out that out of the way, ENJOY!!

Kinna

P.S. Review, please! Last chapter got really few of those. So sad. So please…..

Praises and flames all welcome, although I would be ready with a pail of water to douse big flames. Ideas would be embraced!

CHAPTER 6

Harry gradually awakened to the feeling of a pleasant weight lying across his stomach. Still hazy from sleep, he was quite disconcerted to see what look like a white-yellow ball on him, until he fumbled on his glasses and saw the face clearly. Draco. Memories of the day came rushing back immediately. Oh right. He had gone to sleep after Draco. Apparently the blond had somehow moved in his sleep and had ended up pillowed on his stomach. Harry sighed as he thought of what lay ahead in the month, until the incessant rambling of his stomach brought his mind back to the present. 'Dinner! Oh god, what would Ron and the others think if they come in and see Draco and I lying like this?' He immediately set to waking Draco up. This was not an easy task, considering the ferret normally slept like the dead, used to sound and motion as he's carried around in Harry's robes in the day, and Harry was trying his best not to give the adjusting boy more frights.

"Draco! Wake up. Hey…come on….wake up…" Draco stirred and his eyes fluttered open briefly, before closing again with a muttered "Comfy…" as he snuggled further into Harry, arms wrapped around the panicking boy and body curled like a cat.

"URGH! NO! Wake up now! We have to go before Ron….they all come in!" Harry screeched and grabbed Draco's shoulders, shaking them in an effort to wake the sleeping boy again. Finally, after what seemed like eons, Draco finally opened his eyes, and kept them open.

 "Huh?"

"Draco, let's get out of here. It should be dinnertime by now. Aren't you hungry, too?" Draco sat up and nodded. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and moved to pull apart the curtains. As he scrambled out of bed, he realized that it was dark outside. Confused, he looked at the wizarding clock on the wall. It was almost midnight.

'Bloody Hell! Dinner's long over! Everyone else must have gone to bed by now! Why didn't anyone wake me up earlier? On second thoughts, luckily they didn't or they would have seen us in bed…geez, no wonder I'm wide awake now. And really hungry. Looks like I'll have to go down to the kitchens for food.' Digging out his trusty invisibility cloak, he turned to Draco, "Let's go to the kitchens for food. Stay close to me under this cloak so that we wouldn't get caught, ok?" Together they set off, huddled under the cloak.

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When they got to the kitchens, Harry asked for proper meals, instead of the customary midnight sandwiches. 'Might as well use this time to teach Draco to use the utensils,' he thought, remembering the lunch earlier. Thus he sat down to the task of patiently coaching Draco in basic table etiquette.

"No, NO! You don't hold your knife like that! Looks like you're going to slaughter the meat instead. Put the handle between your thumb and index finger, like this, and use the tip of your finger to press down to cut…." Harry stood behind Draco, placing his hands above the blonde's to guide him. He froze when the boy suddenly turned, putting his mouth right beside his cheeks.

"Why do I have to do this? Can't you just feed me instead?"

Harry took a deep breath before answering, trying to ignore the shivers running down his spine as Draco's breath ghosted past his ears. 

~Keep doing that and I will feed you a lot more than just food. ~

'No, I really don't like the insinuation there. There will be NO feeding of any sort going on here!'

"Um… Draco, we humans don't normally feed each other. It is….inappropriate."

"But you used to feed me!"

"Yeah, but that was when you were a ferret! You definitely don't look like one now!" Harry shot back, but softened as he took in the other boy's hurt expression.

"Ok, I'll feed you snacks, sometimes, in private, ok?" Draco perked up some at this compromise, and went back to attacking the food with renewed vigor.

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After Draco's proficiency at the utensils were finally judged adequate by Harry, the two boys set off back to the Gryffindor dorms, Draco skipping ahead. Just as they were passing by the deserted Charms corridor, Harry's ears picked up the sound of boots clomping nearby. He immediately pulled Draco back against himself and threw the invisibility cloak over them, flattening themselves against the wall.

"What--?" Harry quickly clapped his hand over Draco's mouth. "Sheesh… sounds like Filch is coming…if we get caught I'll get sent for detention…so please keep quiet so that he won't discover us…." the dark-haired boy whispered. Draco's eyes widened and he nodded in understanding. Just at this moment, Filch came into view. Harry held his breath, praying that Miss Norris was not with Filch right now too. The blasted cat had the uncanny ability to sense him even through the cloak; just that Filch had never caught on to it. 'Good thing there is no cat counterpart to Parselmouths,' Harry mused. He was startled out of his thoughts by the sudden feeling of a warm wet tongue licking across his palm. He jerked and twisted to look at Draco, who had a mischievous look in his eyes. He immediately removed his hand from Draco's lips and blushed. All sorts of indecent thoughts about the tongue were tumbling through his brain. Meanwhile, the resulting rustle of fabric had not gone unheard by Filch, who stopped and squinted into the darkness.

"Anyone there? Who dares to be out at this hour??"

Harry froze and tried to shrink back further, pulling Draco with him. Now, Harry's front was flushed against the other boy's back. He could feel the heat emanating from the blonde's body, and his body was reacting in all sorts of ways to the close proximity. Blood was surging through his veins and excitement was coursing through him.

'It's just anxiety and adrenaline at getting caught.' He told himself and tried to slow down his runaway heartbeat.

~Caught? Caught at what? Humping another boy in the middle of the night in the corridor? ~

'NO! No humping of any sort is going on! I am just worried about getting caught by Filch out after lights out time!'

~Really? We shall see. ~

Harry was relieved that the argument ended before he could re-commit the stupid mistake of accidentally verbalizing them. A dead giveaway in this situation if there's one. Speaking of which, Filch was giving up, writing off what he had thought he heard to be his imagination when he saw no one and heard no more sounds. Harry held still as Filch turned around and started moving away slowly. Knowing that they were not completely in the clear till Filch disappears completely, the Gryffindor remained immobile. Draco, however, had no such inhibitions and started fidgeting, unused to remaining still for prolonged periods. Harry's eyes went wide. Pressed tightly against Draco as he is, the blonde's wriggling was doing all sorts of things to his body. He tightened his hold around the boy's arms, but it went unnoticed as Draco continued moving in an effort to find a more comfortable position. Finding one, he settled back – right in between Harry's legs. Apparently, Snape's spell had not taught Draco about the human body's reaction to ….certain situations, for Draco did not comment on the strange hardness digging into his lower back. He just adjusted so that it was comfortably nested between his arse cheeks. Harry, by now, was busy biting back groans of unwanted arousal. Draco's latest move just made his blood temperature rise further.

'Oh, my god. No, no, ignore this…urgh….ah….'

~Hey boy, relax. Just lean back and enjoy….no, on second thoughts, don't lean back. More pressure is good, harder…..~

'NO! This is wrong on so many levels….. oh god…'

~What the heck. Stop being a prude. You're enjoying this, aren't you? Or you won't be holding on to him this tightly. Oh……do that again!~

'I have no choice! Filch is here! I can't shove Draco away or say anything without Filch hearing! URGH!…OH!'

~Excuses, excuses. Can't stand you. I'll go enjoy myself in peace……OH!! HARDER! HARDER! FASTER! YES!~

Harry could not control his body anymore. Apparently, 'Evil Voice' had taken control over his motor functions and was now using it to push and rub against Draco like a cat in heat. Draco just continued adjusting and pressed backwards, unknowingly heightening Harry's pleasure. After a few more seconds, Harry's body gave up against the deluge of delightful sensations. His limbs locked into place and he buried his head into Draco's shoulders to stifle his moans as he came, then leaned against Draco, breathing heavily.

Long moments later, Draco pulled away and turned to look at Harry, who, bereft of his support, slide down to the floor in a boneless heap.

"My Harry, are you all right? Why are you on the floor? Can we go now?"

The dazed boy stared at Draco for a few moments before the question registered in his mind. He looked around. Yes, Filch was long gone. Barely managing a nod, he attempted to stand up, but his jellied knees refused to support him. Draco rushed forward and held him up before he fell to the floor. Too shell-shocked and exhausted to protest or refuse the help, Harry staggered back to the Gryffindor tower, one arm wrapped around Draco for support. Upon reaching it, he barely remembered the password and gave it to allow themselves in. Luckily, Draco had a good sense of direction and memory, and guided Harry to his bed.

His last thought as he fell towards his pillow was --'God. Evil Voice was right. About the humping.'

There you have it. My first ever citrus-y scene. Not the last, definitely. Or at least, I hope so.

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