Harry was eating his favourite treacle tart, all the Gryffindors chatting merrily at the table, when he noticed Ginny's stare. He lifted an eyebrow in question at her twisting her body slightly as she was sitting next to him. She was furrowing brows in slight consternation while openly staring at Harry.

Taking advantage of the fact that others were engaged in conversation about the coming quidditch match, he leaned in towards her.

"Er, Ginny?" he asked. "What are you doing?"

The red haired girl blinked and looked Harry in the eyes.

"Is that a hickey?" she asked openly, though quiet enough so that only Harry heard her.

When he understood the question, Harry almost fell from his seat.

"Wha-…what? Where?" he stammered, instinctively raising his hand to his neck.

"Right there, the spot you're covering with your hand," she pointed with her finger, raising one thin eyebrow.

Heart hammered in Harry's chest as he realized she must have noticed the mark Malfoy had left there. Or was it a new one from this morning? Bloody hell, he was so screwed.

"It's not," he mumbled, feeling his face going red. "Something must have bit me," he tried with the lame excuse.

"Yeah," Ginny nodded in agreement. "Something like a person," she grinned at him with a glint in her eyes.

"Ginny!" he hissed, panic gradually taking control over his voice. "I'm serious, it's not a…it's nothing, really," he said lamely, but the girl didn't believe his excuses for a second. She continued to smirk, before she finally shrugged.

"Whatever you say, Harry," she said, and with a grin still plastered to her face turned back to the rest of their friends and joined the conversation.

Harry, on the other hand, sat paralyzed, still holding his hand awkwardly around his neck. If someone else would notice…

He quickly pulled the collar of his shirt up to cover any possible traits of his meetings with Malfoy, and tried to ignore the small glances Ginny was throwing at him from time to time.

Some time after dinner Harry was sitting in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, trying hard to do his homework. Needless to say he wasn't doing a good job. Hermione had already finished her potions essay and now was skimming through her transfiguration notes, while Harry was stuck writing a paper for history of magic. So far he had written his name.

Finally, he gave up.

"Guys," he tried to get attention of his friends. Although neither looked up from their homework, they both let out quiet humming indicating that they were listening, "I'm going out for a fly," he said, standing up from his cozy spot on the carpet.

This information made Ron finally look up. "Now?" he asked, his brows raised slightly.

Harry nodded.

"You okay, mate?"

"Yeah, I just need to clear my head a bit," he explained and, after saying a short goodbye to his friends, he went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes. He grabbed his broom and left the Gryffindor tower, heading towards the huge wooden door leading outside the castle.

He made his way through Hogwarts grounds right to the quidditch pitch. Before he'd even got there, he jumped on his Firebolt and pushed himself off the ground.

He flew higher and higher, but after doing several rounds around the pitch, he made his way towards the lake, sighing with content as the night breeze gently blew at his face.

He smiled at the sight of the moon, glistening at the sky so dark that it was nearly black. It was a full moon and he instantly thought of Remus. He was hoping the man was alright, although knowing he was surely with Sirius made Harry calm down and chuckle quietly into the night.

He missed them. He wanted to talk to them so badly, but he couldn't. He wouldn't know what to say. "Hey guys, how are you? As for me, everything's fine, school's not bad, we beat the Slytherins in the last quidditch match and, by the way, I'm fucking around with Malfoy. PS: Also, I blew Snape. Thrice. Lots of love, Harry". Yeah, as if he could do that. Sirius would probably kill him. Or first he would tear Malfoy and Snape apart. Limb from limb.

He wouldn't be able to look Sirius and Remus in the eyes. Not after what he had done with their most hated enemy. Harry could already see the disappointed looks on their faces.

And how was he supposed to tell them he was gay? Oh Merlin, was he even gay? Idiot, of course you are, he thought. He wouldn't have thought he would be interested in other blokes, but what Malfoy was doing to him was definitely something Harry wanted in his life. He now knew he would never feel this good with any girl. Well, maybe that explained his clumsiness in the attempts of kissing Cho and Ginny. Ew, he shuddered.

Somewhere deep inside he had a feeling that both Sirius and Remus would accept him the way he was, but he still wasn't ready. Not just yet. First, he had to find out how he felt about Malfoy and the whole thing between them. Gods, when did his life become such a mess?

He sighed heavily.

To relieve some of the stress and overwhelming emotions, he spent around half an hour flying up and then down, nudging the handle of his broom upwards just before it touched the surface of the cool lake. He practiced ducking and did several rounds above the lake, finally feeling alive.

When he felt it in his muscles, he slowly made his way back to the quidditch pitch.

Getting closer, he noticed something that made a shiver run down his spine. Down below, the whole Slytherin team was flying back and forth, yelling at each other every five seconds. Of course. Harry had to forget that other houses also held trainings in the evenings. Apparently, tonight was Slytherin's practice.

He gradually lowered himself towards the ground, hoping to remain unnoticed.

He landed quietly on the grass, next to the Gryffindor locker rooms, and quickly made his way inside. Once the door was closed behind him, he let out a sigh of relief.

He put his Firebolt away, slowly walking to the shower area. After his little flight he was more sweaty than he'd thought he would be, in one swift motion he undressed from his shirt and pulled his bottoms off along with his underwear, throwing it casually on the floor.

He entered the stalls and turned the shower on.

When the stream of hot water hit him, he groaned in pleasure. The pressure worked just perfectly for his sore muscles, bringing relief and making Harry relax more and more.

He let his hands hang down loosely as he stood under the stream with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of water on his skin.

Suddenly, a pair of strong, lean arms sneaked around his waist.

He jumped in place and gasped at the surprise, quickly turning his head around.

In front of him stood Malfoy, equally naked, with an arrogant smirk on his handsome face. His arms were still locked around Harry, as the Gryffindor gaped at the blond.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" he exclaimed.

The Slytherin's smirk only widened "You didn't think I wouldn't see you, did you?" he asked amused with Harry's jumpiness, turning the boy around so that they were both facing each other. His arms were still resting on Harry's waist.

"These are Gryffindor lo-" he stopped short as Malfoy chose that moment to lean in closer, his warm breath enfolding Harry's face. The water was still running, now wetting Draco as well, which didn't really help Harry to stop his knees from going weak.

"Wanted to spy on us?" he asked in a teasing voice.

Harry blinked "No! Of course not!" his voice echoed in the stalls, making him quiet down to a whisper "I didn't even know you had a quidditch practice tonight!"

"Now now, Potter," Malfoy smirked and leaned in. "No need to get so defensive," he whispered against Harry's lips.

"Then st- " he started, but froze when due to his movement his lips brushed the ones of Malfoy.

The Slytherin's mouth curled up into a satisfied half-smiled right before he caught Harry's lips with his own.

Harry gasped, unintentionally giving Malfoy access of which the blond took advantage, sliding his tongue inside. A soft moan escaped the Gryffindor's throat as their tongues touched, moist and hot. Without a moment of hesitation, Harry started to kiss Malfoy back, responding to his swift movements. The little licks and nips on his bottom lip, the sucking on his tongue, the hot breath, all of it was driving Harry crazy and making his knees weaken. Thankfully, Malfoy pressed him with his body to the cool wall, not for a second letting go of his mouth.

Instinctively, Harry lifted his arms and let his hands rest on the pale shoulders. Slowly, not really thinking about it, he snaked his arms farther and wrapped them around Malfoy's neck. The Slytherin hummed into his mouth appreciatively. He grasped Harry's hips and started drawing small circles with his thumbs on the sensitive skin. The kiss was passionate but completely unhurried, and they wanted to prolong it for as much as they could without parting for air.

When they eventually broke the kiss, Malfoy let his lips travel across Harry's jaw and farther down. He worshipped Harry's neck, gently nipping at the spot where it melted into his shoulder and then sucking hard. The Gryffindor groaned, the sound echoing in the empty stalls. He knew Malfoy was leaving another mark and he knew he would be inspecting it later that night in his dorm.

The blonde continue his trip up the smooth skin, until he finally reached the spot that made Harry quiver against him. He licked Harry's ear, tracing the tip of his tongue over the sensitive flesh, before he took the shell into his mouth and sucked on it gently. Harry felt as hundreds of sparks went through his body. He moaned loudly into Malfoy's ear, making the blond smirk under his nose.

"M-Malfoy," Harry gasped.

"Mhmm," the blond hummed in question, continuing the assault of Harry's ultimate erogenous zone.

"Kiss me," Harry whispered. He wanted, needed to feel Malfoy's lips on his. To his surprise and appreciation, the Slytherin didn't waste any moment to sneer at him but immediately attacked his swollen lips, drawing a helpless whimper from the boy.

Harry tightened his hold around Malfoy's neck as they kissed. They moved in sync, gradually slowing down as minutes passed.

When they finally parted, they were both out of breath. Harry had his arms still wrapped around Malfoy's neck, so instead of pulling back, the Slytherin rested his forehead against Harry's.

They stayed like that for a moment, their breathing slowly evening. Malfoy gave Harry a small peck on the lips.

"My dorm, tonight," he whispered against Harry's mouth.

The Gryffindor nodded and leaned in, brushing his lips against Malfoy's once again. Yeah, seems like he couldn't get enough after all.

After Malfoy gave him one last kiss, Harry released his neck from the tight embrace and suddenly blushed, remembering they were both naked. Well, not that they hadn't seen each other without any clothes on, but still, Harry's face turned slightly red.

Fortunately, Malfoy chose this moment to let go of his hips and leave, a satisfied smile full of promise on his face.

Harry didn't waste any time. He quickly turned water cold, stepping into the stream to cool his nerves and, what was more important, his erection. He wanted to get to the castle as quickly as he could to finish his homework and make up some excuse for his friends.

In record time he made it to his locker, put some fresh clothes on and grabbed his broom, and turned to leave. He exited the lockers, closing the door behind him, and made his way towards the castle.

Just as he was passing the Hufflepuff stand, he almost bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry," he said quickly. He looked up, laying his eyes on long ginger hair. "Ginny? What are you-…" he didn't finish as he saw the look on the girls face. Her delicate eyebrows were raised expectantly, her arms crossed on her chest.

"What the hell, Harry?" she asked in a demanding voice. A shiver run down Harry's spine as he heard it.

"What do you-…"

"You know exactly what I mean," she said, cutting Harry off. "How long were you there, Harry? Both of you?"

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, but as the realization dawned on him, his eyes went wide.

Oh god, she had seen them. Oh, Merlin, oh fuck, no, no, no. No. What was he supposed to do now?

"Harry!" Ginny's voice broke his train of panicked thoughts.

"W-what did you see?" he asked, his voice trembling with nervousness. Come on, Potter, pull yourself together.

"Uh, you and Malfoy," she said, titling her head to the side before continuing "In the showers. Naked. Snogging."

"Fuck," Harry mumbled and hid his face in hands.

He was so done. Now that Ginny knew…gods, she's gonna tell Dean. And he's gonna tell everyone in school. Literally everyone.

Bloody hell, she'll tell Ron. Oh, great, then Harry could just as well leave Hogwarts and go die somewhere.

He was so caught up in his negative visions of his friends reactions that he didn't hear Ginny sigh.

"Look, Harry," she spoke, more gently now. "I've known for a while now. That you might like blokes, I mean. But with bloody Malfoy? Seriously, Harry?" her face was screwed in a grimace. Harry looked up at her with guilt written on his and shrugged helplessly.

"I don't know, Gin," he said quietly. "I honestly have no idea how this happened. It's…I don't know. I don't know."

"Obviously, the world must be ending," she mumbled.

Harry shifted nervously, anxious about asking question whose answer he was fearing.

"Will you…Can you not tell anyone?" he asked almost in a whisper. "Please, Ginny."

The red-haired girl stepped closer and took his hands in hers. She looked him in the eyes.

"I would never do something like that, Harry," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. "Besides, it is between you and that blond arse," she winked at him.

Harry returned the smile. "Thanks, Gin."

"But I still don't get why you would…ugh. Seriously, anyone but Malfoy. Ew."

"Yeah, I know," Harry nodded unconsciously. Ginny gave him a funny look and laughed cheerfully.

"You didn't look exactly disgusted back in there," she said, motioning her hand at the locker rooms "You know, with your arms clenched around his neck?"

Harry paled, suddenly remembering that she saw them naked and making out. She laughed even more at the face he was making, which only caused him to groan. "Please, don't mention it. Ever. Again."

Ginny let go of his hands and grinned. "No way, Potter. Now that I'm forced to live with what I saw, I may as well make you suffer too," she chuckled.

"Thank you very much, like I need some extra tormenting," he muttered. "What are you doing here by the way?"

She reached to one of the pockets in her jumper and took out a silver bracelet. Harry recognized it as the one she got from Dean for her last birthday.

"I came here to fly yesterday and left in my locker," he nodded absently, giving her a small smile.

Harry shivered slightly as a cool breeze washed over him. He looked around and notice it was much darker that when he finished flying. Well, he and Malfoy surely had spent some quality time in the showers.

Only then did he remember he had places to go this evening. And he definitely didn't want to keep the Slytherin waiting.

"Um, let's go back to the castle?" he asked, already turning around from his friend.

"Yeah, sure," she said and stared walking along. After they crossed a couple of meters she chuckled quietly. "Someone has plans for the night, I see," she hummed.

Harry gulped but rolled his eyes at her. "Oh, bugger off, Gin," he said and quickened his pace, making the girl groan in protest and run after him.