Draco and Harry entered a completely empty common room a few minutes later. Draco was still clinging affectionately to Harry, looking on the edge of falling asleep. Though Harry really had no objection to that; having Draco this close was managing to make him feel better. He was pretty warm as well, which was bringing on that sleepy feeling Draco must've been feeling.

"Would you like to stay down here or go up to the dorm?" Harry asked.

"The dorm," Draco replied quietly.

So they made their way up the small flight of stairs and entered an equally empty dormitory. Harry wondered if Draco was going to move away now... to go do whatever he'd been wanting to do by coming here. It didn't seem like he was going to do so.

"Did you want to... um... sleep or something?" Harry asked hesitantly. He began making his way over to his bed, with Draco obediently stepping to keep beside him. They both sat down, and Draco gave a small yawn against his shoulder.

"Something," Draco muttered. "Let's do something."

"Like what?"

Draco let out a soft, calm breath of air before making himself more comfortable amongst Harry. The Gryffindor froze where he was sitting, swallowing heavily. Draco moved one leg over both of Harry's, so that he was straddling the boy's lap. One of his arms wrapped around Harry's neck, his head resting on his shoulder so that his face was buried inside the Gryffindor's neck. Slowly, Harry felt Draco's other hand sliding leisurely beneath his shirt. He held his breath for a few seconds.

"D-Draco, we shouldn't do this..." Harry said, feeling himself grow hot.

"You don't want to?" Draco questioned softly. He licked lightly at Harry's neck, earning a shiver from the other boy.

"Someone could come in at any second," Harry suggested, unconsciously tilting his head back to let Draco continued licking along it.

"It doesn't matter," Draco said, now beginning to gently kiss the boy's neck, "They already think we're up to something." Draco's hand edged a bit further up, tracing patterns along Harry's bare skin. The Gryffindor leaned back, using his hands to keep himself up.

"But... shouldn't you be... wanting to calm down or something?" Harry asked quietly. Draco was pushing against his chest now, wanting him to lay back. He did, but he also become unusually nervous all of a sudden. He bit his lip. "You've just gotten into a fight with Blaise..."

Draco's arm curved back from around Harry's neck and instead joined the other hand beneath his shirt. He moved forward a bit more, leaning over Harry. "I don't want to think about him right now. And I'm calm enough." And the Slytherin made sure he sounded quite certain of it.

Harry barely nodded. "Alright."

Without taking any more time, Draco leaned down and placed his lips against Harry's. His eyes fluttered closed, as well as the Gryffindor's. Neither of them hesitated in the kiss; Harry parted his lips and allowed Draco to kiss him further. His arms wrapped around the pale boy's waist.

Hands ventured further up Harry's shirt then, and fingers traced lightly over the sensitive rises of skin. As Draco deepened the kiss, Harry let out a moan, his body arching upward. Draco smiled against Harry's lips. "This reminds me of another time."

Harry's cheeks were burning and he soon felt like his entire body was tingling. He opened his eyes and blinked up at Draco. "It wasn't like this," he breathed.

"But close," Draco said with a smirk. He began to slide his hand out from beneath his shirt, and instead of stopping, he kept on going. He stopped when he reached where he'd been aiming for. His hand pressed down against the spot on Harry's pants, and the Gryffindor let out a small whine.

"What are you doing?" Harry murmured.

Draco merely grinned at him, making sure he was still positioned agreeably on Harry's lap. He leaned forward then, close enough that their lips were almost touching, and his hand pushed forward again. Harry closed his eyes, one hand moving to clutch onto the bed sheets. "Draco... please... we can't..."

There was another push, and this time Draco's hand stayed there, massaging the spot with the palm of his hand. Harry gave a small gasp and held his breath again, that warm feeling rushing down to his groin. He knew it was growing hard... but he couldn't... not now...

"Getting to you yet?" Draco asked softly. He leaned forward and licked playfully at Harry's ear. When he heard Harry give another one of those helpless whimpers, he bit on it gently; his hand kept what it was doing, and he could feel the other boy unintentionally pushing up against it.

Draco pulled back again, and stopped all that he was doing. Harry was trying to calm his breathing, as well as willing his flush to go away. "Could I help you finish?" Draco asked.

"What?" Harry questioned quietly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You haven't come yet, have you?"

"What!" Harry's eyes widened, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Draco, I..."

"You haven't," Draco interrupted. "Well, let me do it."

"But..."

"I only stopped in order to ask you to go on. I wouldn't take advantage of you..."

"This is weird, though!"

"So? Because I'm a boy?"

"No!" Harry paused. "I mean... well, yes it is. And you'll be touching me and it's very awkward... and..."

"You don't have to worry about that."

There was a minute of silence before Harry finally decided to speak. "Okay, fine."

"I can?" Draco grinned. Just hearing Harry say it was okay made him feel unusually good.

"...yeah, but... don't tell anyone or anything," Harry said, sounding uncomfortable.

"I won't," Draco assured.

They stayed the way they were for a few more moments, and then Draco realized that Harry had no idea what he wanted him to do. He was sitting there, his eyes darting between the floor and the Slytherin.

"Well, you can take off your pants for a start," Draco said casually. He moved his way off of the Gryffindor, and stood in front of him so that he was able to take the piece of clothing off.

Harry's cheeks turned red, but he didn't say anything. He layed back on the bed then, and proceeded to pull them off. His hands seemed to be shaking. "No need to be nervous," Draco comforted. "You don't have to do anything."

"Sorry," Harry mumbled. "You're just so calm about this... I don't understand how..."

"Your uneasiness comforts me." Draco smirked.

Harry looked up at him for one quick moment, looking a bit annoyed at the comment, but his pants were soon off, and that seemed to be the main distraction from that point. Harry's eyes shut tightly, as if watching was somehow even more embarrassing.

Draco thought he looked quite nice though.

"You want to just lay there then?" Draco questioned, climbing back onto the bed. He drew his knees beneath him as he leaned over Harry. The boy nodded and bit his bottom lip.

With a bit of a pause beforehand, Draco brought his hand down to wrap his fingers gently around the other boy. Harry drew in a sharp breath, keeping his eyes closed.

"Let me know if you want to stop," Draco said quietly. He leaned down to kiss Harry, and as they did, his hand began moving slowly up and down Harry's warm erection.

Draco broke the kiss when Harry began breathing a bit faster. His gaze ventured to where his hand was, and he began moving it a bit faster. One of his eyes closed; he was concentrating on the task at hand. This entire thing was making him a bit hot and bothered himself. Harry's short gasps weren't helping.

A few more seconds passed, and Harry's breathing was getting shallower. Draco began moving faster, slightly pulling, and by the small shudders coming from Harry, he didn't think it'd be that much longer.

"I.. I'm..." Harry gasped out. Draco bit his own lip, and hearing the Gryffindor made him work his hand as even more than he already was.

It was a few more seconds before Harry arched forward, letting out a breathy moan as he spilled out and onto Draco's hand. He collapsed weakly against the blankets. "Oh god..." Harry breathed., his chest heaving.

Quite a bit winded himself, Draco unwrapped his fingers from around Harry and looked down at his hand. It was quite a mess, but he really didn't mind. It was all worth it; to make Harry feel that way, to make him make sounds like that... Draco gave a small smile.

"I wonder what you taste like..." Draco muttered lightly. He glanced quickly up at Harry and saw that the boy was staring at him with halfway closed emerald eyes. The flush seemed to have spread to his ears and down to his neck. "Do you think I should try it?" Draco lifted the hand to show him what he was talking about.

Harry suddenly appeared to snap out of his half-conscious state. Draco smirked as the boy sat up slowly on the bed, staring at him as if he were crazy. "You want to try that?"

Draco shrugged. "Yes, I'm curious." Eyes drifted downward again. "Or I can try it another way." He looked back up at the Gryffindor with a sly grin.

"Nonono," Harry said quickly. He hurriedly covered himself up, becoming bashful all over again. "It's okay..."

"Are you sure?" Draco said smoothly. He brought his hand up to his face then, examining it. A moment later, he stuck his tongue out, licking at one of his fingers hesitantly. Harry watched him with wide eyes, finding that watching him wasn't at all disgusting; it was quite the opposite.

"Well..." Draco started slowly. He stopped licking it off of that one finger, and then lowered his hand to wipe the rest off on the already stained sheets. "It's alright... though I'm not sure about the saltiness."

"Oh god, Draco..." Harry muttered. "I don't need to know."

The Slytherin grinned again, and leaned quickly forward, placing both his hands on Harry's thighs. They curved a bit between them, and it caused Harry to give a small yelp of surprise. "Draco!"

"I'm sure it'll taste better if I try it from a different angle," Draco said quietly, mischief twisting through his tone. He came in very close to kissing Harry again, but the Gryffindor panicked and moved away.

"Ok, well... maybe... another time... I have to go take a shower now."

Draco followed him with his eyes as he remained sitting on the bed. He didn't mind the boy's quick leaving; he wasn't sure if he would stay still if someone that'd been licking what he had was about to kiss him again. However, he'd never tried it, and he didn't think Harry did at the moment either. "Alright, take your time," Draco replied contentedly. "I'll sleep for a bit."