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Lost boys

Harry had finally managed to get away from Ron and Hermione's questions just before lunch. They weren't really accepting his reasons for 'seeking solitude' anymore. Hermione had actually offered to help him write his potions essay, if he'd just stay in the common room, but he had turned her down. Harry guessed they were probably planning an intervention by now.

But Harry couldn't help it anymore. He wanted to spend time with Draco. It had been a Hogsmeade weekend, and Harry had spent whole Saturday with Ron and Hermione. So today Harry had jumped at the first chance he got and escaped from the common room. Now he was hurrying down the corridor, nervously glancing over his shoulder in case those crazy kids had gotten any ideas about following him.

Harry rushed in to 'their room' ...only to find it empty.

Harry sighed in his disappointment. He decided to give Draco 15 minutes or he would leave and return after lunch. Dejected, he made his way to his alcove.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. There was a blonde slytherin sitting in his chair.

"Hullo" Harry greeted after he had recovered. "I didn't think you were here."

Draco turned his head and smiled at the gryffindor.

Harry walked behind the armchair and leaned over it's backrest, placing his hands on the armrests on Draco's both sides. "What are you doing here?" he asked, looking down.

Draco was looking out the window. "I was always curious why you come here" the slytherin explained. "I mean, the chair didn't look comfortable."

"It's okay" Harry assured.

"Hmm." Draco wasn't agreeing. "Eventually, I decided it must be the view. So I thought I would sit down and have an epiphany or something."

Harry smiled at this, finding that Draco's neck was looking appetizing enough today. "And how's that working for you?" he asked.

"Nothing" Draco said with an air of frustration. "You can't see anything from here. Just the bloody sky."

"Sky's good" Harry drawled, still enticed with the way the tendons moved on Draco's neck. "I like the sky."

"You like to fly" Draco said with a dismissive tone.

Harry straightened himself up before his elbows buckled from underneath him. He went to lean on the window sill in front of Draco while the slytherin followed him withhis eyes. "And you love quidditch" the blonde added almost accusingly.

Harry frowned at this. "Don't you?" he asked.

Draco looked at somewhere above Harry's head before answering. "I like the attention" he admitted. "I like competition and I like winning. Other then that, it's just a sport. I have never been passionate about anything. I probably won't ever be either."

Harry was finding that hard to believe. Draco had one of the most intense dispositions Harry knew. Like now, just sitting, or almost pouting, in that old armchair, Harry felt that the slytherin commanded the entire room. For sure, there were only two persons in said room at the moment, but it was irrelevant. Draco had the essence of... something great. He just wasn't a fighter.

"Or then maybe," Harry said softly, gaining Draco's attention, "when you finally find the object of your passion, it'll be bigger and better than the average bloke's, since it's not leaking out now towards silly games and immortal evils. You'll find that something that is all your own, and you'll realize that you are more then willing to dedicate your life to it. And you'll be able to, as well."

Draco said nothing for the longest of times, and Harry started to think that he had somehow offended him. Then Draco jumped up from the armchair, threw his arms around the gryffindor and brought their mouths crashing together.

Draco was frantically seeking Harry's tongue with his own, twisting it around and finding every last corner of Harry's cavern. He was repeatedly pushing Harry's back against the wall with his body and Harry thought he would have been bruised without Draco's arms squeezing him tight and working as bumpers.

Harry felt as if Draco was trying to tell him something, but he didn't understand. All he could do was to accept everything the blonde had to give.

When Draco finally broke their kiss, they were both panting. Draco placed his temple against Harry's and held him tight.

"Why do you have faith in me?" Draco whispered when his breathing had become regular again.

"Why wouldn't I?" Harry whispered back, as if something would be broken if he spoke too loudly.

Draco didn't say anything at first. "You know where my future lies" he finally whispered.

Harry felt his heart become heavy. This was the first time Draco had ever admitted it aloud. Well, even now the slytherin didn't say it in so many words, but yes, Harry knew what he meant.

"You don't know what will happen" Harry said, although he knew that it wasn't what Draco wanted to hear. "I'm not going to judge you on something that may or may not happen. You're still innocent."

Draco pulled back until their foreheads were resting against each other's. He looked deeply into the gryffindor's eyes. "If you wear your heart on your sleeve, you'll get hurt" he said seriously.

"I think I'd be hurt no matter where I kept my heart" Harry answered just as seriously.

Draco shook his head and, with a heavy sigh, rested his head on Harry's shoulder.

Harry stroked Draco's soft blond hair and observed the little alcove from behind Draco shoulder.

They stayed at 'their room' so long that when they finally left, they had to hurry in order to make it to lunch.

They were speeding along the corridor when they heard footsteps and chatting from around the corner in front of them. Harry quickly shoved Draco sideways into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

They held their breath and waited for any signs that they had been spotted. But the chatting just went past the door and the footsteps soon died away.

The boys let out a breath.

"That was close" Harry commented and leaned against the wall for support.

Draco nodded his agreement as he realized where they were. He slowly walked to the sinks and turned around.

"Well this is a turn on…" he said as his smirk grew wide.

"The girls' bathroom turns you on?" Harry teased.

"Do you remember what happened the last time we were here?" Draco asked patiently.

Harry nodded his head slowly.

"That turns me on" Draco said with a predatory grin. "You're turning me on."

'Lost boys' of course has been a cultural symbol ever since J. M. Barrie and his Peter Pan first rocked the scene, but in order to stay true to the tradition, I'll say that the title of the chapter is from the song Lost boys by 69 Eyes.