Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing. ::sigh:: JKR is the genius.
Warnings: this rated a _hard_ R for sexual situations and mild consent issues
"Potter. We have to stop meeting in dark corners." Draco drawled lazily.
"Shut up Malfoy," Harry closed the door behind them. They were in the familiar third floor corridor, familiar to Harry anyway. It looked exactly the same, except there was no three-headed monstrosity and no trapdoor. A dusty harp leaned against the far wall.
"This needs to stop."
"Are you on repeat? I heard you the first time."
"Goddamnit. You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Harry was getting frustrated all over again.
"Potter, you talk in circles and you try so hard to say things without actually saying anything." Draco walked towards the dusty harp and fingered its strings lightly.
Harry snorted, "That's a bit much coming from you."
"I'm a Slytherin, I was raised to do it properly." Draco emphasized the last word, his fingers had begun strumming a tune softly.
Harry didn't know Draco knew how to play the harp. Even with his random, one-handed fingering and air of indifference, he was good. The tune was melancholy. Draco noticed Harry had stopped talking and let his hand drop.
"I didn't know you played the harp."
Draco ignored the statement and walked towards the corner where Harry was standing and settled against a wall. Harry flinched and Draco pretended he didn't notice.
"Stop trying not to implicate yourself." He said finally.
"You attacked me. I should have reported you."
"Of course you didn't report me." Draco's eyes glinted. "Besides, you attacked me first. I decided an even exchange was necessary, eye for an eye and all that. It's not my fault you want in my pants."
"You're delusional, Malfoy." Harry's fists clenched in his pockets.
"Your prick said differently."
Harry lunged at Draco and they both rolled on the floor, night and day in a fog of dust. Harry pinned Draco to the floor.
"Who's attacking who now?" Draco asked evenly.
"Let me make something perfectly clear. I want you out of my hair and that's the only way I want you. I don't even-"
"You don't even what?"
Harry was about to say that he didn't even like boys, not in that way. But at that precise moment, he wasn't really sure. He cursed himself, now was not the time to be having a mental debate. Draco was looking at him.
"Stop looking at me like I'm some child trying to fake my way through an exam."
"Everything is always written on your face, Potter. One day that trait is going to get you into a lot of trouble." Draco mused, "You were clearly trying to decide whether you liked boys or not. Maybe you've been fantasizing about the Weasel at night."
Harry punched Draco hard in the face. Draco tasted blood. He growled and sat up, punching Harry in turn. They fought and struggled against each other for another five minutes until Harry finally had Draco pinned on his back again.
"Don't bring my friends into this you bastard." Harry hissed, breathing heavily.
"I hit a nerve then." Draco snarled, breathing just as hard. "Is that why you and Weasley are so inseparable? Maybe-"
Harry kissed Draco angrily, roughly, his teeth scraping against the blonde's lips. Draco moved to shove him off. Harry pinned his arms down. Harry ran his tongue lightly over Draco's bottom lip, in a reverse mirror of the other day.
Draco wasn't stupid, he continued to struggle.
Harry decided to try something else. He took Draco's bottom lip between his own and sucked gently, then he ran his tongue over his smooth, even teeth and flicked at his gums. Draco's struggles grew less insistent and as soon as Draco's mouth parted, Harry plunged forward angrily.
He would bruise his rival from the inside as well.
Harry's breathing grew heavier and he was beginning to sweat from the heat of their two bodies pressed together. He was starting to lose his focus. A voice seemed to be calling to him from the back of his mind, but it was soft and muted. Without thinking, he decided to ignore it all together. He felt something twitch against his thigh. Harry moved against it and felt Draco sigh against his mouth. Harry felt a tightness of his own. Without releasing Draco's mouth Harry shifted until he was parallel with the boy below him. He moved his hips hesitantly and shuddered from the friction.
Draco bucked beneath him and Harry took that as a cue and sped up his movements. He had moved from Draco's mouth to his neck and then to his ear. Harry was barely conscious of his actions. He heard Draco's moan rumble beneath him, and everything seemed to speed up and blur together. Harry bit his lip, saw white and felt a warm wetness spread between himself and the boy beneath him. Harry realized that he still had Draco's arms pinned to the floor. He released them and went limp.
Draco took a moment to catch his breath, then he shoved Harry violently off him. Harry's head hit the floor hard and he saw stars for a moment.
"What the fuck..." He mumbled, still out of sorts.
Draco, with his back turned to Harry, waved his wand. His robes rearranged themselves, the dust and all evidence of what had just happened cleared from them. He was shaking.
Harry suddenly felt terrible. What just happened? He thought.
"Uh, Malfoy, listen-"
"Not another word." Draco's voice was expressionless, but he when he turned and faced Harry his eyes were sharp and so dark with anger that Harry winced. "I'm not interested in anything you have to say."
For once, Harry didn't argue with him. Draco slammed the door so hard that the harp against the far wall fell forward. It rang discordantly, swallowing the sound of Harry's breathing.