AN: There you go, guys! Next chapter; extremely short, but hopefully likeable :)

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The next day Harry was sitting in charms, yawning every five minutes. He didn't get enough sleep since he'd spent most of the night thinking about his kiss with Malfoy.

Gods, they kissed; he still couldn't believe that. It was getting worse with each day. Or better. Yeah, it was definitely getting even better. But that was bad. That meant he liked it.

Who the bloody hell did he want to fool? He liked all of it, everything they had done, and both him and Malfoy knew it very well. But that kiss…It was so unexpected. Harry didn't even realize something had been missing from their, um, encounters, until the kiss. Now, he felt that both of them discovered how different and amazing…

"…rry?"

A voice interrupted his train of thoughts. He looked up at clearly impatient Ron, who was all ready to leave the classroom.

"You coming, mate?" he furrowed his brows.

"Oh. Yeah, sure" he said and quickly got up from his seat, grabbing his books.

They joined Hermione, who was waiting outside, and started walking towards the Great Hall. As it was break time, the corridors were flooded with students leaving their classrooms and rushing towards the Great Hall or their dormitories.

They were squeezing their way through a group of some Ravenclaw fourth years, when Harry suddenly felt something clench on his wrist.

He looked up right into a pair of grey eyes. His heartbeat quickened when Malfoy gave him a knowing look.

He turned quickly towards Ron and Hermione and saw that his two friends were still pushing forward, not having noticed that Harry had stopped. He glanced back at Malfoy, who, obviously tired of waiting, yanked his arm and pulled him through the crowd in the opposite direction.

They turned right, around the corner, and found themselves in a more deserted hallway.

Malfoy pushed a small wooden door and quickly walked inside a broom closet, dragging Harry behind.

The moment the door closed, Harry was pushed lightly against one of the walls. The blond pinned him to it, leaving not too much space between their bodies.

They locked eyes on each other and observed one another intensely for a long moment.

Malfoy's eyes flicked to Harry's lips and the Gryffindor unconsciously licked them.

"We have the whole break," Malfoy said almost in a whisper.

Harry's breathing hitched. "Yeah," he answered in the same quiet voice, even though it wasn't a question and he suspected Malfoy wasn't expecting any response.

Malfoy turned his gaze back on Harry's eyes and then slowly leaned in, capturing the plump lips in his own.

As they began moving against Harry's, the Gryffindor's stomach fluttered. It was as good as he remembered. No, it was better. Malfoy's soft lips felt unbelievably fantastic on his, caressing them gently. Harry couldn't help himself and let out a small moan.

He groaned into Malfoy's mouth, the sound muffled and yet so encouraging that Malfoy responded to it with a low growl in the back of his throat.

God, Harry thought. Now, that was hot.

They kissed slowly, just like in Hogsmeade, but this time, with less hesitation. It was still unhurried and impossibly gentle in comparison to their other activities. This gentleness was exactly what made it so amazing.

Malfoy was kissing him tenderly and he was responding in the exact same way. He was no longer pressed against the wall. He was using it for support, resting his back against it lightly.

Without thinking about it, he lifted his arms and let his hands wander up Malfoy's arms until they stopped on the blond's biceps. They stayed there, Harry hoping that the Slytherin wouldn't brush them off.

And Malfoy didn't. Instead, he pressed his lips more against Harry's and the next moment Harry felt an arm encircling his waist and holding him closer against Malfoy, while the blond's other arm came up, resting his palm on Harry's neck.

A shiver run down Harry's spine at this. They were so close to each other and the warm mouth moving against his lips only intensified the experience.

They were snogging for a long moment, before they finally parted for air.

They didn't really part though. They rested their foreheads against the other's and panted heavily. Malfoy stopped moving his lips, but never took them off Harry's.

With their mouth still on each other, they kept giving small pecks and brushing over each other's lips in hurried little movements, at the same time trying to take in some air to breath. The method wasn't quite effective, as they kept breathing into each other's mouth, their breaths mixing. Neither of them seemed to mind though. They were unable to stop the little pecks and nudges, not wanting to give up the contact.

Before they breaths came back to even partially normal, the light brushes turned back into full snogging.

They continued the pattern, kissing for long moments, then stopping to catch some air, still giving each other little pecks, and then starting to snog again.

It felt absolutely amazing and Harry was sure a bunch of Death Eaters could barge into the room and he wouldn't stop kissing Malfoy. He was so lost in the feeling of their lips moving against each other in perfect synchronization, and of Malfoy's arm that held him closely against the Slytherin's warm body.

Eventually the bell rang, although they barely registered it, too caught up in their activity.

After a couple of minutes, Malfoy finally pulled back slightly, but not too far, staying close. Harry instinctively chased after him, but stopped when Malfoy tightened his hold around his waist to let him know they really had to stop.

He let Harry brush his lips against his one or two more times, after that giving him one last peck on the lips before he pulled back, releasing Harry from his embrace.

Harry automatically rest his head against the wall behind him, watching Malfoy through half-lidded eyes. They were both panting heavily, their ragged breaths the only sound in the small room before Malfoy spoke.

"We-…we should…go" he panted out "The classes…"

"Yeah…I know…" Harry managed in short puffs of breath.

Neither of them moved. They stared at each other and Harry wondered if he looked as wrecked as Malfoy. He probably did.

Their faces were flushed, their lips completely bruised and swollen. Harry couldn't imagine facing his friends (or really anyone) in this state. He definitely had to visit a bathroom.

Finally, Malfoy moved to leave the broom closet, but stopped not even a second later, turning back to Harry.

He eyed the Gryffindor with an unreadable expression.

"Come to my dorm tonight" he said barely audiably.

Harry's heart stopped at that and then he felt all the blood rushing to his face, making him hot.

Before he could react in any way, Malfoy turned around and exited the broom closet, leaving Harry completely stunned.

Finally, after pulling himself together, Harry left too, making his way straight to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, he looked in the mirror and gasped at what he saw.

He really looked wrecked. There was no way Hermione or Ron would not notice the bruised lips, which were now unnaturally pink, almost red.

He splashed his face with water, hoping it would help. He brushed his hand through his thick hair to pat them down and make them look more like usual. Lastly, he adjusted his trousers to make his erection less obvious. He didn't even notice it back in the broom closet. He was so captivated by the kiss that the whole world focused on his mouth at that moment. Now, though, he definitely didn't have time to jerk off, so he left the bathroom, hoping that his robes would be enough to cover it successfully for the rest of the day.