Disclaimer: Fuck you you monkey fucking sluts that dare to question my integrity...i think i spelled that wrong...no i don't own it so go...sit on a turtle and make yourself useful...

A/N: I am sorry for the long wait (as usual) Sadle enough, i didn't get any questions that i can answer without ruining what's left of my story and yes, that means that this story will be ending -soon-...as in ten or twelve chapters it all depends on how it follows from now on. I did take one of your suggestions, if you don't have anything better to do you can go through each review and find out which suggestion i used, but i'm sure you have better things to do!

Neway, this chapter isn't that long but it's pretty good. The next one should be filled with explanations and the like as well as what is going to happen between our favorite blonde Slytherin and "sweet little Harry"...that was foreshadowning if ya didn't catch it. Anyway, that's it for now, my lovely bunch of poofs and yaoi lovers...

(Note: I never understood the word yaoi being used for situations that don't deal with anime...it means homosexuality in JAPANESE...not English... i should come up with something like...homoreality...what do ya think? This happens when you don't go to sleep until three o'clock in the morning)

Okay, here we go... (look at the cool ruler thing i just learned how to do...)

Where we last left off...

"Chris, Mike, hi!" Harry breathed, distancing himself from Draco at the new distraction. Damn it! The blonde thought. He did it, yet again!

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Chapter Fourteen

Harry blushed an awful shade of red at the look on both boys' faces, hurriedly wrapping a sheet around his partially naked body. He watched, fascinated as Draco's eyes slit slightly, the daggers glaring heatedly at both Mike and Chris. The taller of the two intruders cleared their throat, straightening their school tie.

"Yes, well, we'll see you later, Harry, must get back to the…um…studies, yes, studies, NEWTs and all…"Chris stuttered, grabbing Mike by the hood of his robe and dragging him, kicking and screaming from the room. Harry could have sworn he saw his hair turn red as a result of his extended embarrassment. He could hear something that oddly enough sounded like a purr reverberating from Draco's general area. Instead of chancing a look, the embarrassed Gryfindor grabbed a few articles of clothing and swept from the room quickly, sheet around him. He didn't hear the blonde follow and for once, was grateful in light of the bathroom directly across the hall from the hospital wing. Praying to the gods…or his mum if he got technical, he entered the bathroom in hopes that no one else occupied the relieving room.

To his luck, however, this was not to be, as he had walked in on a heated conversation, his name thrown into the mix, catching his interest, as he was just about to leave.

"How dare that blonde bastard touch -my- Harry?" Mike exclaimed, pacing back and forth before a seated Chris, the blue haired boy's countenance calmer then Harry had ever seen it.

"And how, pray tell, have you taken claim to the young master?" he asked, crossing his legs calmly and leaning back onto the plush couch that seemed out of place in the white tile bathroom. Mike scowled deeply at the boy, his arms crossed stubbornly over his chest, face contorted into a pout, pausing in his pacing as he thought. How exactly was Harry his? He had shared that kiss!

"Yeah, I shared a kiss with him!" Mike exclaimed, his voice echoing off of the walls and then coming back to them, a whisper in their ears. Chris seemed to be in deep thought, his shoulders slumping slightly at the confession before he straightened his back and spoke. Harry peeked his head around the corner created by the bathroom stall, ear leaning into the conversation without being seen completely.

"And that makes him yours? Under those circumstances I would say that everyone belongs to everyone as I am sure you have shared a kiss with more than Harry and they others," he articulated, smirking slightly at the bewildered look on Mike's face before the very tan boy scowled at him, grabbing Chris by his collar.

"Are you trying to be smart you little shit?" he spat, bringing Chris to eye level which including pulling him down a bit, as Chris was quite taller than him. Harry frowned and was about to step from his hiding place when Chris's lips curved into a teasing smirk.

"Of course not, but let us test your theory, Michelangelo," with that, Chris leaned into him, lips brushing his softly before he brought a hand to the back of Mike's hand and deepened the kiss. Mike's grip loosened in shock, his eyes so wide Harry could clearly see his pupil, the black dot dilating as his grip tightened again and his lids fell, bringing Chris closer, if possible.

Harry turned from the scene, a blush coloring his cheeks as he heard the couch squeak with added weight. As silently as possible, the raven-haired Gryfindor slipped on the too big pants and slightly tight shirt before he promptly left, closing the bathroom door quietly behind himself.

Meanwhile, still standing in the hospital wing, Draco Malfoy scowled. He scowled at himself, at Harry, who currently was not present and at the little fucks that had walked in on himself and his mate, who were also not present at the moment. In a fit of anger, he tossed his gaze to the bed beside that of his mate's, the sheets immediately bursting into flame. Satisfied, for now, the Slytherin walked from the room, following his nose, so to speak, to the bathroom across the hall, his mate's lingering scent leading him to the closed door. Opening said door, the young Malfoy heir let in a sharp breath of air, and witnessing not the most pleasing of sights when he realized whose snogging session he has just interrupted.

"Well, if it isn't the fairy and the turtle, that's the most interesting, and most disgusting pairing I have had the displeasure to encounter," he drawled through his usual smirk, gliding from the room as soon as both began to blush, at least that's what he thought they were doing, it was hard to tell as one blushed blue and the other violet. He shrugged to himself, following Harry's scent and wondering why the hell he stood there like an idiot as his mate left the room.

The young Slytherin heard a shuffle as he turned another corner, seconds before a hard body pressed into his own, effectively squashing him against the cool wall of the west wing. He looked down, into the face of his attacker only to see the face of his grinning mate. He smirked back, quite content with their certain position and wondering what in all hell had gotten into his usually subtle mate, until Harry smirked back, pressing into him more so. The Malfoy heir quickly found a situation arising, more specifically between his legs and he had no classroom near by to ravish his mate in. As he thought to himself, picturing all the positions he would hoax the Gryfindor into, said lion began to unbutton the buttons of his white shirt, leaning forward slightly to lick at the pale skin he had revealed, the kiss becoming new news to the daydreaming Slytherin as his body took in the action, sending shots of pleasure throughout his body.

The feeling of his mate's lips on his person caused his rational mind to slip somewhat, allowing his instincts to take over momentarily in which he fisted Harry's shirt and brought his lips to his own. His tongue forced it's way into Harry's compliant lips, immediately tasting a spicy mint on the Gryfindor's tongue. The odd taste burned his mouth, fire traveling from his tongue to the rest of his body and brain, filling his consciousness with a haze of fog only describable as ethereal. And Harry was in no better a state. Just as with Mike his mouth began to burn and, just like with Mike, he licked greedily of Draco, his tongue, teeth, anything, the cooling taste sending a shiver through his person, his hands gripping at Draco's head and shoulders, desperate to keep him there.

And to his liking, the cool taste did not end, it spread like dew throughout his being, his nipples hardening through his tight shirt as he felt the internal cold intensify, chilling him in a pleasant cherry tasting snow. Draco's eyes watered as he felt his mouth burning deliciously, the pain a throbbing need within him as if it were the only thing keeping him alive, lack of air making him feel slightly dizzy. With a force he, himself, did not know nor comprehend, he separated himself from Harry with much difficulty, as Harry whined, groaned and moaned, attempting to continue the passionate kiss by himself if he had to, not releasing Draco's hair even as their lips parted, the blonde's bottom lip between Harry's nibbling teeth. He let go dejectedly, panting, as he pouted up at the blonde sexily.

"What's wrong, Draco?" he whispered, rubbing his body against Draco's to ease the increasing heat within his body, the cold leaving him painfully aroused and slightly sweaty.

"We can't do this here…" the blonde whispered, or more so, moaned, back, feeling Harry grind into his erection. The Gryfindor blinked owlishly for a few moments before he looked from left to right, noticing that, though they were in a dark section of the hallway, well hidden, they were still, in fact, within a hallway. Nodding his head compliantly, Harry grabbed Draco's hand and began a fast pace walk towards his room.

I know, i know, i should not have left it there but i just couldn't resist. Okay, you know the drill by now...

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