"How'd you know I'd be here?"

"It was a lucky guess. It's an hour into the first class of the day. That means, there are another three hours before anyone even comes near here again."

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked over the blonde. He was looking particularly delicious that day in stone washed jeans and a tight black tee-shirt.

"What are you proposing Malfoy?"

"What do you think?" Malfoy walked to him and pressed his lips to Harry's.

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Harry stumbled back a little at the sudden contact, his eyes widened and then slid shut so he could enjoy the tingle running through his fingers. He felt the blonde's hands slid up into his hair and he gasped against the boy's lips as his fingers slid through the follicles, delivering tiny shocks of pleasure. Harry put an arm around Malfoy, pulling him flush against his chest.

The broke for a second and looked into each other's eyes, there was a heat buried under the mercury color of Malfoy's eyes that Harry wanted to see fully exposed. Their noses were touching and in the second their lips were parted they felt the agonizing heat that had filled the room during the short kiss.

Harry questioned this briefly before putting his lips back on top of Draco's. The blonde responded by parting his lips slightly and letting his tongue snake out and run over the WonderBoy's bottom lip. Harry groaned at the sensation, matched with Draco's continued toying with his hair and opened his lips, sliding out his tongue to touch the blonde's.

The two tongues made contact and a shock of heat rushed through the entire castle, torches lit and candles melted into puddles of wax instantly and parchment in classrooms closer to the tower caught on fire. Students felt dazed and fainted at the heat, suddenly dehydrated.

Draco and Harry were only aware of the giddy feeling they got from the contact. Draco smiled against the kiss and felt Harry's soft hands slid under his shirt to his lower back. A soft but noticeable swell of wind passed by the window. Draco groaned as Harry's hands slid under his belt to press against the flesh of his ass and he felt himself straining against the once roomy jeans. A larger wind went by.

They disengaged their mouths to look at each other.

"How far are we willing to go so soon?" Draco asked, wondering more if he could handle it after his summer.

"I…I think we should wait for awhile, until we know more about each other and-" Harry was stopped by the common room door bursting open. Dumbledore, sweating and panting followed by Snape and McGonaggle looking similarly distressed.

At this sight the two boys jumped back from each in pure shock, but both immediately felt the ache. The Headmaster breathed heavily and looked between them, slightly confused. The two observed their Professors and slowly became aware of the extreme heat in the room, the wall paper was peeling and metal torches were blazing.

"What is going on here?" Snape was first to speak.

"We-" but there was nothing to say.

"Come to my office, Severus, Minerva, go around and tell the teachers to open the windows and revive students. The day will carry on normally."

Harry and Draco walked out, passing their teachers quickly, not meeting their eyes. They walked next to each other, not daring to look one another in the eye. The ache was intense, being so close without contact, Draco, being used to getting what he wanted, made the move to take Harry's hand in his. Harry took Draco's and there was a spike in heat.

Dumbledore whirled around and widened his eyes. "Don't touch each other." He said warningly, making them drop the other's hand instantly.

They made it to the Headmaster's office without further incident. The two were directed to chairs a few feet apart from each other and made sure not to touch, though they desperately wanted to.

"What were you two doing in Gryffindor tower?"

"I was protecting the dorms from a Slytherin raid, there was a rumor around last night at dinner about it." Harry said.

"I was there to raid."

"That's not what I meant. Just now, what were you two doing?"

There was silence and they glanced briefly at each other, putting in effort to break eye-contact quickly. "Kissing." Harry said quietly.

"What?"

"Kissing. I kissed him, he kissed me." Malfoy said more loudly.

Dumbledore's eyes widened and Harry noticed. Something he didn't know was coming? How rare.

"Why?"

"I wanted to." Malfoy said, adopting a defensive attitude towards the situation.

"Did you know that a huge heat wave was emitted from the tower during the time you two were…kissing?"

"We noticed afterwards," Harry offered.

"Did you feel anything strange during the kiss?"

They both paused before nodding.

"What did you feel?"

"A tingle in my fingers and toes, like my heart wasn't beating enough to get blood there anymore." Harry said, looking at his digits.

"A giddy feeling, ignorance to everything else, elation," Malfoy added.

"I felt like my magic was open," Harry put in suddenly, thinking hard about it.

"Your magic?" Dumbledore looked startled at that.

"Yeah."

"How does that feel?" Draco asked.

"Like your powerful enough to do anything and as if your blood is sparking under your skin." Harry explained it.

"I felt that." Draco said, frowning a little.

Dumbledore stood and nearly ran to the fire place, he threw in some dust. "Srene? I need to speak with you in my office immediately, we may have a Match here."

A second later the DADA teacher was walking through the door, his darkly lined eyes looked over the two and widened slightly.

"A Match?" Harry asked, confused.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded.

"How do you know?" Srene asked, his accent was American but smooth and lightly German.

"Boys, would you mind…kissing?" Dumbledore asked them.

Looking a little nervous they stood and face each other, both were extremely aware of the eyes looking at them with interest. The ache in their hearts didn't care who was watching though and it overrode their nervousness and pulled their lips together.

As they touched a surge of wind blew out from their place, whipping through the room and upsetting many things. The longer they kissed the stronger the wind became, it was strong and fast before Dumbledore shouted for them to stop over the loud whistle.

The two broke apart and looked at Srene, who's dark eyes sparkled with excitement.

"We have a Match."

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