"What the hell, Harry?" a stern voice was the first thing Harry heard when he entered the common room. Ron was looking at him from above what looked like their transmutation book, Hermione, who was right next to him, stopped writing on a piece of parchment and looked up as well.

"Hey, guys, I-

"What was all that about?" Ron narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I-…Harry, you ran out of the Great Hall as if you were on fire!" Ron exclaimed "You disappeared for an hour! What the hell was that?"

Harry gulped, trying his best to cover the guilt on his face. He stepped towards his friends and sat beside them at one of the tables. He started to play nervously with the hem of his shirt as he looked from Hermione to Ron.

Hermione must have spotted his fidgeting, because the next second she spoke, her warm eyes meeting Harry's.

"Harry," her voice was gentle and patient, " Are you…are you seeing someone?"

Needless to say that his heart stopped beating for a moment and he could feel his face breaking in sweat.

"W-what? No!" he replied, making his best poker face. "Of course not, Hermione," he said, more calmly this time, noting that his outburst might have seemed too suspicious.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked "You know you can tell us, right?"

Guilt washed over Harry as he heard that. Of course he knew. They were his best friends, he could tell them everything. But not this. He wouldn't even know what to say, let alone how to say it to make sure they wouldn't stop wanting to be his friends.

He managed a small smile and shook his head. "I know," he said quietly. "But really guys, it's nothing like that. I'm-…I'm not seeing anyone."

Ron furrowed his brows "So why have you been acting so weird lately?" he asked.

"Weird?"

"Yeah, weird. Harry, you keep drifting off, whether in class or at dinner, even here at the dorms, when we're together," Ron lifted an eyebrow. "Plus the fact that you disappear from our room for the whole night…"

"It was one time!" Harry argued, hoping that Ron hadn't noticed the other time, "And I told you why."

"No, you didn't!"

"Well," Harry mumbled "I told you I can't talk about it."

"Oh right, the Voldemort thing!" Ron exclaimed remembering the conversation, instantly shushed by both Harry and Hermione.

"Merlin, Ron!" hissed Hermione "Not so loud!"

"Um, sorry" the red-haired boy muttered quietly.

"So, Harry," the girl turned towards him "What is it about? Did Dumbledore have some mission for you?"

"Er, no, I mean," he stuttered, feeling sweat covering his body. "I really can't say, Hermione. I'm sorry guys."

The girl nodded sympathetically, giving Harry a small smile and a moment later turning back to her homework.

Ron asked Harry to play chess with him, and so they did. Harry didn't even notice when an hour passed. Yawning, he said his goodbies to Hermione and, joined by Ron, headed upstairs to their bedroom.

He took a quick shower and once in bed, he wished other boys goodnight. He closed the curtains around his bed tightly and waited for his roommates to fall asleep. Even after he heard Ron's snoring, he waited another twenty minutes, just to be sure no one would notice how the door of their dorm open slightly.

He grabbed his invisibility cloak and left the Gryffindor tower, heading in the direction of the dungeons.

Harry managed to slip into the Slytherin common room and made his way to Malfoy's dorm. He opened the door, careful not to make any sound, and got inside, hearing voices of two Slytherin girls on the stairs.

He closed the door and looked around the room, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw there was no one in it. No one except for Malfoy, who was sprawled on his bed, playing absently with a button of his shirt. Harry watched him for a moment, before the blond sighed.

"Will you just stand there?" Malfoy asked. "Move your arse over here," he smirked under his nose.

Harry gaped at him in disbelief, before he finally grabbed the cloak and yanked it off.

"How did you know?" he asked in an accusing tone, making Malfoy's smirk even wider.

The Slytherin raised one elegant eyebrow. "Contrary to your Gryffindork belief, I am intelligent, Potter," he said. "Now, come here."

Harry furrowed his brows, but complied, walking up to the bed and sitting on its edge.

"Seriously," he said, "how did you know?" He wondered if somehow the cloak didn't do its work. If Malfoy saw him, then other students might have too.

The Slytherin rolled his eyes "Your soap," he mumbled.

Harry looked at him as if he had grown an extra head "What?" he asked dully.

"Your soap, Potter, or whatever muggle thing it is that you use."

"Shower gel."

"What?"

"It's a shower gel," Harry explained in an absent-minded matter, before he frowned "Wait, what about it?"

"Merlin, Potter, are you retarded?"

"N-no, it's just-" he stuttered.

"Forget it," Malfoy said. "And didn't I just say," he reached his hand and grabbed Harry's wrist "Come. Here." With that, he yanked Harry's arm and pulled him forward, so that the Gryffindor landed on him with a surprised yelp.

Harry looked straight in Malfoy's eyes, suddenly embarrassed by the position he found himself in. Their lips were just inches apart.

"That's better," Malfoy murmured. Harry felt a hand tangling into his black messy hair and a moment later Malfoy's lips brushed against his.

Harry moaned as the kiss deepened and they tongues met. As they kissed, he felt Malfoy shifting slightly under him to eventually turn them over, so that Harry was lying on his back, with Malfoy hovering over him.

The Slytherin gradually moved from Harry's mouth to his jaw, then neck. He pulled back just enough to be able to see Harry and looked at the spot where the hickey was.

Harry could swear he saw as Malfoy's eyes darkened, something possessive glowering in the grey pools.

"It suits you. Bloody. Well." he said, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to the reddened spot. He sucked hard, making Harry squirm and gasp quietly at the sensation.

Malfoy continued to kiss along Harry's neck, slowly making his way up, until he got to what appeared to be one of Harry's ultimate erogenous zones; his ear.

He licked it once, then again, before he caught the earlobe between his lips and sucked on it lightly, making Harry moan.

The blood rushed to his face and he suddenly felt overly hot as Malfoy nibbled at his ear.

He shivered as he felt hands moving along his sides. Malfoy grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly brought it up, revealing more and more of Harry's abdomen and chest. Finally, they parted for air and Harry lifted his arms to make it easier for Malfoy, who in one swift motion pulled the shirt over Harry's head and threw it to the side.

Having scanned Harry's upper body, Malfoy lurched forward and pressed his lips to Harry's again. They snogged lazily, devouring each other's mouths.

Malfoy trailed kisses downwards, along Harry's throat and collarbones, stopping when he got to his chest.

He looked up at Harry, the boy panting slightly, staring back into the grey orbs. A feeling of uneasiness settled in his stomach when he saw the dangerous smirk on the blond's face and the predatory look in his eyes.

Heart beating fast, he watched as Malfoy leaned in and stuck out his tongue.

A loud moan escaped Harry as Malfoy used the very tip of his moist tongue to circle his nipple. The Slytherin smirked, satisfied with the reaction, and repeated the action. Another groan left Harry's mouth.

The blond continued to tease the nipple with little licks, swirling the tip around the hardened nub, the other boy squirming under Malfoy's skilled tongue.

The Slytherin pulled back slighty to look into Harry's dazed eyes. He brought his hand to the other nipple and traced it with his thumb, never breaking the eye contact.

Harry whimpered, letting his eyes flutter closed. He opened them again barely a second later, when Malfoy took the nub between his index finger and thumb, and squeezed it.

Harry's hips bucked at the feeling, accompanied by a helpless whine, but his movement was quickly stopped by Malfoy's legs. The blond pinned him securely to the bed, so that Harry wasn't able to thrust up.

"I want you to come just from that," Malfoy whispered with a dark spark in his eyes.

He continued to roll the nipple between his fingers, driving Harry absolutely insane. He had never felt like that before. Not when Snape touched him there during their, um, encounter. What Malfoy was doing was more intense.

The Slytherin continued to play with his nipple for a moment longer, rubbing it, igniting fire in Harry's body, before he leaned in again. He flicked his tongue over the other hard nub and closed his mouth around it. Looking back into Harry's eyes, he sucked hard.

"Malfoy…" Harry moaned, throwing his head back, into the pillows, trying to arch for more.

Malfoy chuckled darkly and repeated the action. He sucked on Harry's nipple, the boy writhing beneath him, grasping the sheets for dear life.

When he decided he was done abusing the nipple with his tongue, he pulled back a bit. As he paused, Harry opened his eyes, his gaze barely focused on what was happening and at the same time too aware of every single move Malfoy made.

With a glint of something predatory, Malfoy brought his index finger to the wet nub.

Harry's mouth gaped, letting out a loud, high-pitched moan, as Malfoy slowly traced his finger around the nipple.

The feeling sent millions of sparks to Harry's groin, making his cock ache unbearably. Now that the nub was moist thanks to Malfoy's earlier ministrations, the experience intensified. It was as if the tiniest movement of the blond's finger set Harry's whole being on fire. Especially one particular part of his body. He could feel his cock pulsating and twitching with the need for release, and he groaned in frustration, as Malfoy continued to tease him mercilessly with slow movements of his finger.

"Malfoy, please…" he gasped.

The Slytherin smirked at him playfully before he lowered his mouth to the second nipple. He traced it with his tongue and then took it in his mouth, sucking on it.

"Oh gods," Harry moaned, arching his back off the bed.

Malfoy noticed that the writhing escalated and that the boy under him was beginning to tremble from stimulation, frantically grasping the sheets.

Still sucking one of the nipples, he reached with his hand to the other one, rolling it between his fingers. He hummed around the hard nub in his mouth and suddenly Harry felt it was too much to take. He threw his head back, moaning loud enough for all the Slytherins to hear as he came hard.

His body spasmed with every new wave of pleasure that flooded him, groaning into the room and twisting the bed sheets.

When he regained enough control over his own body, he slowly opened his eyes. Malfoy was looking at him with a satisfied smile. He climbed up Harry's body, until their faces were on the same level. Slowly, he leaned in and covered Harry's mouth with his own, but without kissing him just yet.

"Fucking Merlin. You came just from your nipples," he whispered, his breath hot on Harry's mouth as the boy flushed in embarrassment. "I'm so bloody proud," Malfoy added, before he pressed his lips against Harry's, kissing him gently. Harry responded right away, matching his movements in the slow kiss.

When they parted for air, the Gryffindor looked into the grey eyes with a slightly troubled expression. Malfoy understood and reached for his wand, casting a quick cleaning spell on Harry's still clothed crotch.

"We have to start taking our clothes off before doing it," he panted.

"I don't know," Malfoy said, then leaned in to whisper into Harry's ear. "I like the fact that The Boy Who Lived came in his pants for me," he purred, eliciting a soft moan from the dark-haired boy.

They started to kiss again, Malfoy maneuvering them so that they were both lying on their sides, facing each other. Their tongues met, massaging each other, giving teasing little licks, until both of them were groaning in pleasure.

After a long moment they parted for air, panting into each other's faces. They lay like that for a while and let their breaths come back to normal as they watched each other.

Minutes passed, and Malfoy just started to drift off to sleep when Harry spoke hesitantly.

"What were you reading?" he asked.

Malfoy cracked his eyes open and looked at the dark-haired boy lying next to him.

He furrowed his brows in confusion "What?"

Harry turned his head to him and stared into the grey pools.

"You were reading something at the dinner," he explained.

The Slytherin squinted his eyes. "Are you spying on me, Potter?"

"No," Harry hurried with an answer, rolling his eyes. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I-, nothing. I was just curious," he mumbled.

Malfoy fell silent for a long moment, making Harry assume that he would not answer at all. He started to doze off when Malfoy sighed.

"It's about quidditch," he said.

Harry blinked and looked at him. "Huh? Quidditch?" Somehow, he didn't expect that.

Now it was Malfoy's time to roll his eyes.

"Yes, Potter," he said "That sport you are so dreadfully awful at."

"Hey!" Harry protested "Look who's talking," he murmured under his nose, but not quiet enough for Malfoy not to hear.

"I am an amazing player, Potter," the blond said. "A very talented one."

"Yeah, it's just bad luck that you lose every single game against Gryffindor," Harry snorted. "It has nothing to do with me being a better Seeker."

Hearing that, Malfoy leaned in dangerously close, his face just inches away from Harry's.

"Watch it, Potter," he hissed, squinting his eyes.

He was so close that Harry could focus only on the hot breath hitting his face and on Malfoy's familiar scent. Before he could stop himself, he moved forward and pressed his lips against Malfoy's. The warmth of the blond was so enticing that Harry melted into the kiss, unconsciously shifting closer into his body.

Malfoy kissed him back, letting out a low sound that caused Harry to stop and pull back a bit. He looked at Malfoy with a raised eyebrow.

"Did you just purr?" he asked incredulously.

"Shut up," Malfoy replied, leaning towards Harry and capturing the pink lips in his own.

They kissed slowly, with passion, letting their tongues slide along each other, before Malfoy moved his lips to Harry's neck, trailing kisses down across the skin. He licked his way to the exposed throat, placing wet kisses and sucking on the Adam's apple. Harry was already squirming against him, letting out little breathy noises.

With a half-smile on his face, Malfoy moved to the other side of Harry's neck and bit down on the crook, a moment later taking it into his hot mouth and sucking lightly to leave a matching mark to the one on the other side.

Harry was making quiet huffs of appreciation, until eventually Malfoy's lips covered his again. The kiss lasted quite a moment and left them breathless. When they parted, it was because of both the need for air and the hazy state they were in. It didn't take long before their eyes closed and they fell asleep.