Harry woke up on the cold stone floor of the room of requirement struggling to remember why his stomach felt like a leaden ball. His mind searched frantically for the reason for his depression and stumbled upon the disturbing imagery of tangled limbs and pale flesh. Harry stared helpless at the room as one treacherous tear after another streaked down his cheek. But the room that had previously offered all solutions offered nothing but the stone cold reality.
Brushing the tears out of his eyes he got up and left the room. Intent on not letting his despair overwhelm him Harry decided to throw himself into his studies and try to occupy his mind with something other than the moaning and squelching noises he could still hear ringing in his ears. After hurriedly changing clothes in the dormitory and washing his face in the washroom Harry went to the library to finish his potions and transfigurations homework.
It wasn't until Harry could barely make out the writing in the books that he realized that he had successfully spent the entire day in the library. Harry leaned back in his chair, stretching and admiring the sunset over the horizon of frosted trees and frozen lake.
"Guess who?" Ice-cold hands slipped over Harry's eyes nearly making him fall backwards.
"Well, let's see, tiny, cold, hands, soft effeminate voice, is it you Snape?" Harry said, his voice oozing with sarcasm.
"Ugh," Draco sighed. "Bite your tongue," He said cuffing Harry upside the head.
"Well ask a stupid question…" Harry's voice dripped with disdain leaving the rest unsaid. "What do you want Malfoy"
"Hmm, what do I want?" Draco said taking the question into careful consideration. "Well I've always really wanted a pony, not just any beast, but beautiful and powerful, something you could really ride" Draco said smacking his ass as he said ride making sure that Harry knew that he was that pony.
Harry raised eyebrows at him, "Yes, well, everyone has their hobbies, don't they?" Harry turned back to his homework hoping Malfoy would get the hint.
Malfoy, however, would not be brushed off. He straddled Harry's lap in one graceful movement and pinned Harry's hands to the armrest. Malfoy started kissing his way up Harry's neck.
TBC. Just posting because my last three attempts where eaten by my computer.