Warning: Slash, language... and the inner workings of a Malfoy.

A/N: Sorry about the long wait. I was without a computer for a month. So, now I may try to update.

Hiding

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I know I put that cloak around here somewhere. On the floor. That makes sense. So, put on the cloak and escape?

Like any self-respecting Slytherin would give up a chance to see Harry naked. Not this Slytherin. I'm sneaking into the showers.

Let's see. Why don't we Alohomora that door and lock them. Aha. Harry showers alone. How convenient...

Harry's shower smells like vanilla. It's such a Harry smell. What is it about him that make me lose my mean Slytherin demeanor and become reduced to a bloody Hufflepuff.

I need to kiss him again. I'm addicted to him, and his kisses. And he loves me.

I kiss Harry, and he moans and melts into my body. I deepen the kiss and...

Harry.

Oh my Harry.

Skin, heated skin. Wet, soap, Harry. Yes.

Oh no. He pulls away.

"Draco. Class."

Damn. I don't want to go to class. I want Harry.

"But what about breakfast?"

"You are my breakfast, love."

He kisses me again. My, my. Isn't he fiesty? I love it when he wants me.

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TBC

A/N: Please review, and thanks to those who did!