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"Finally, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed when he walked into the common room. "Where have you been? We were supposed to study for the Transfiguration test!"

"Come on, Hermione," Ron groaned, "We've just woken up!" he protested, throwing himself at a vacant armchair.

"No, Ronald, you have just woken up." The look she gave Ron was judgmental enough to send a shiver down Harry's spine. "The test is next week. I'm going to the library." She looked at them meaningfully. "You should too."

"Oh, no way, 'Mione," Ron protested, "I need breakfast first."

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned her gaze to Harry, "Where have you been all morning? I didn't see you in the Great Hall."

"I went for a walk," he said. They'd agreed before that a 'walk' would mean a visit in Dumbledore's office, so the two nodded their heads in understanding, Hermione turning to the exit of the common room.

"Hey, wait, Hermione. I'll come with you."

"No, come on, Harry! I thought you were on my side!"

"I really should work on Transfiguration, though. And I have yet to write the essay for Charms," Harry muttered, shrugging lightly.

"Uh, alright, alright. I'll just grab something to eat and join you."

They left the common room together before parting their ways, Harry following Hermione upstairs, to the library. They sat at one of the empty desks and started to study right away.

Half an hour later, they were joined by Ron, and soon Harry found himself walking towards the Charms section, looking for a book for his essay.

"Well, hello again, Potter."

Harry gasped, a shudder running through him at the sound of the familiar voice. He turned around slowly, his eyes resting on a tall figure of a Slytherin boy.

"Zabini," he mumbled, "What do you want?"

The dark-haired teenager tilted his head to the side. "Good to see you, too," he chuckled, raising one eyebrow.

Harry just rolled his eyes, sighing impatiently. "What is it?"

"Our mutual friend has a massage for you," Zabini said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Harry felt warmth pooling in his face, but he tried to regain control over his own reactions. "Uh, Malfoy's not my friend, you know."

Now both of Zabini's brows travelled up. "Oh? Then I'll better go look for the other Harry Potter who sleeps in our dorm every night?" He made a move to pass Harry and leave, but the Gryffindor quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"Shh!" he hissed. "I-I'm not spending every night there!" he protested in a rushed whisper.

"No, of course not. I remember that one when you actually weren't there," Zabini mused, pretending to be thinking, his brows furrowed. "Yeah, that would be it." He grinned widely at Harry, who growled in annoyance.

"If that's what you came for, then I-…"

"Alright, alright, relax," the Slytherin chuckled lightly, "He wants you to meet him in the second-floor corridor next to the old History of magic classroom after lunch starts."

Harry's face flushed slightly at how openly Zabini was talking with him about his secret meetings with Malfoy. He quickly tried to cover it, but Zabini saw anyway and his grin widened.

"Blushing, are we, Potter?" he teased.

If it was possible, the Gryffindor's face became even warmer. "I'm not."

"Yes, you are," Zabini hummed happily. "Don't worry, I won't tell him. Although," he mused, "I guess he's seen it more than once, considering how often you two…meet up," he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

A groan of despair left Harry's mouth and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Alright, I'm sorry, forget it," the tall Slytherin raised his hands up defensively, but his white teeth were still bared in a surprisingly honest smile. "I'm gonna get going. Oh, and Potter?" Harry raised an eyebrow in question. "Malfoy said you better not come late or else there would be some 'serious consequences'," he recited, furrowing his brows lightly, and then gave Harry a cheeky grin. "Whatever he's up to, I would make sure to be there on time if I were you. Anyway," he eyed Harry up and down and then sent him the cockiest smirk Harry had seen. "Have fun," he said and, with a low chuckle, walked out of the alley and library.

Harry stood there for a moment, frozen and embarrassed. Serious consequences? Gods, Mafoy would spank him, Harry was sure of it. He needed to make it on time or he would have to deal with burning backside for the rest of the week.

Sighing with resignation – though deep down he knew there was a spark of excitement in his belly at the thought of meeting the blond again, – Harry slowly returned to Hermione and Ron, who seemed deeply depressed by the amount of his schoolwork.

"You alright, mate?" the red-haired boy asked, eyeing him carefully. "You're all red in the face."

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." Harry dismissed the question with a short nod and went on to busy himself with a thick-looking tome on the history and use of different charms.

Three hours later, they were back in the common room, exhausted and, in Hermione's case, satisfied. The lunchtime was about to start soon and Harry realized he still didn't have any excuse for his friends, so he ended up saying he wasn't hungry and wanted to go for a walk around the grounds. Surprisingly, both Hermione and Ron, probably too hungry to dwell on the subject, left him in the common room.

Harry waited a full of five minutes before he sprinted out of the Gryffindor tower and climbed the staircase, making his way to the second floor.

Malfoy was already waiting for him, a promising smirk gracing his features. He grabbed Harry by the wrist and pushed him into an empty classroom.

They spent the next half an hour snogging, with Harry trapped between the wall and Malfoy's body that was pressed against him firmly. Then, Malfoy had Harry on his knees, the Gryffindor sucking him off, swallowing his come with a soft moan. Harry had barely a couple of seconds to catch his breath before Malfoy yanked him up, opened the fly of his trousers and stroke him to completion, the room filled with his whimpers and gasps.

They spent some more time snogging, but parted eventually, leaving off to their dormitories.

For the rest of the day, Harry's mind kept drifting off. He was wondering what Malfoy and he would be doing at night, but, to his surprise – and, which he continued to deny, disappointment – he didn't get any massage from the Slytherin. No note saying where and when they were supposed to meet or if Harry was supposed to come at all.

Instead, he spent the evening playing Exploding Snap with Ron and Neville. A couple of hours later they were joined by Dean and Seamus, who brought some snacks from the kitchens.

"So, what time are we leaving tomorrow?" Ron asked, treating himself to a biscuit.

Harry looked up, confused. "Leaving? Where to?"

"It's a Hogsmeade weekend, mate. You remember?"

"Oh."

"What is it?" Dean asked, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. "You comin', right?"

"Uh, actually…" He was going to say no. He already got used to the idea of spending the whole Sunday in Malfoy's bed.

Fuck. When did he become so desperate? Sure, he liked when Malfoy touched him and, gods, made him come, but life wasn't all about getting off with your school nemesis, was it? Besides, Malfoy didn't really seem to be so into spending time snogging Harry as he had back in the morning or at lunch. It's not like Harry was addicted, after all; they both had lives besides their undefined, sweaty encounters.

Harry reached out a hand and grabbed a biscuit from the plate Seamus had brought.

"Sure I'll go. Why wouldn't I?" He shrugged and grinned at his friends.

"Great! That makes a group trip."

"What time are we leaving, then?"

"Nine?"

"Hell no, I want to sleep in," Dean muttered.

"Seriously?"

"Alright, make it eleven and we're set."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Alright, eleven it is."

They spent an hour or so more in the common room before finally leaving to their dormitories.

The next day, the whole group met after a late breakfast and left off to Hogsmeade. Once there, they parted in smaller groups to visit the shops they wanted, Hermione, Neville and Ginny going to the local bookstore while the rest decided to visit Zonko's. They all met at Honeydukes, bought everything they needed and finally made their way to Three Broomsticks.

"Oh, great," Ron muttered as they entered, loud enough for others to hear. "Look who's here."

Everyone looked in the direction indicated by Ron's chin. There was a collective groan of annoyance at the sight of Slytherins at the table on the other side of the room.

"Let's just pretend they're not here," Ginny said, shrugging lightly, and sat down, the rest following. Harry sat between Hermione and Seamus, his heart beating a bit faster, now that he saw Malfoy was among the sixth-years. He glanced at the blond, who was currently snickering at something Pansy Parkinson said. Spending the whole weekend fooling around instead of babysitting my friends, huh? Yeah, nice try, Malfoy, Harry thought. Good thing I agreed to go out after all, or else I would've made a complete dumbass out of myself, waiting in the common room for a note from him about where and when.

He shook his head lightly and then, just when he was about to turn his eyes back to his friends, Zabini lifted his head slightly and his look crossed Harry's, causing the Gryffindor's heart to stop for a moment, his eyes widening as he was caught watching. A wide grin stretched Zabini's lips at his little discovery. The Slytherin leaned over the table and said something to Malfoy, pointing with his chin in Harry's direction. The next moment, Malfoy turned around in his seat and looked right at Harry, tilting his head to the side and smirking.

Harry gulped and immediately turned his head back towards his friends.

"Alright, all drinking butterbeer?"

"Yup."

"Me too."

"Uh-huh."

"One for me, too."

"Alright, I'll get them," Harry offered and raised from his seat.

"I'll go with you." He looked up at Ginny, who gave him a warm smile, and nodded.

"Thanks."

They made their way towards the counter, where they ordered their drinks. Harry slumped on the barstool, leaning over the counter, head propped on his elbow.

"So," Ginny's cheerful voice caused Harry to lift his gaze again. She was watching him carefully, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Zabini knows about you and Malfoy, huh?"

Harry almost choked on his spit, feeling his face heat up. "Wh-…How did you know?!" he hissed in a whisper, leaning in.

Ginny chuckled and shrugged her arms. "I saw how he wriggled his eyebrows at you after telling Malfoy you were here."

The dark-haired boy growled quietly.

"Don't worry, no one but me noticed," Ginny said, patting his arm comfortingly. "How did he find out anyway?"

Oh-oh, there it was – the question Harry had been dreading the most.

"He, um, kind of…caught us. I guess."

"What?!" Ginny squeaked, but was quickly silenced by Harry's hand and glare. She waited for him to take his hand back and lowered her voice to a whisper, "He walked in on you?"

"Gin, it's not a conversation I want to have in the middle of Three Broomsticks. Or at all, in fact."

"Oh my god, he did, didn't he?" Harry knew there was no way she would leave it now and he sighed with resignation. "Tell me everything."

"I won't t-…"

"Tell me now or I swear I'll go and ask him myself," she threatened, "You know I would do this."

He did know. Ginny was this kind of person. Once she wanted something, she would get it. Period.

Fucking hell.

"He – gods, I can't believe I'm telling you this – he was in the room when we were there, too. We didn't know. He…uh…heard us."

"Oh my god, you bloody idiots. Didn't you put the silencing spell?"

"Of course we did!" Harry hissed. "But this dumbass, Malfoy, didn't realize it would wear off till morning and so he didn't bother to put it again when we woke up."

The statement was met with silence, so eventually Harry gathered enough courage to look up to Ginny's eyes he'd been refusing to face till he'd started talking. He gulped when he saw that the girl was giving him a smirk perfected more than the ones of Malfoy.

"You spent the night, huh?" she said casually, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. Gods, just great, Harry thought. "You do that often?"

You have no idea, he answered in his head.

"Stop the interrogation, Ginny," he groaned.

"So you do!" She stated triumphantly, almost clapping her hands together.

"Merlin, shut it, Gin, please."

"What were you doing?"

That question made Harry almost fall from his stool. "Huh?"

"What were you doing? You know, when Zabini heard you," she clarified.

"You can't be serious," Harry choked, his ears burning with all the heat that had gone to his face.

"Oh, come on, Harry, it's just me."

"Ginny, I'm not telling you!" he hissed, teeth clenched. "Not now, not ever."

"Well, you definitely weren't just snogging," she mused, tapping her chin with a long, slender finger. "Zabini wouldn't have heard that." She looked at Harry with a satisfied grin spreading her lips. "Which means you were up to something more."

Harry gulped once again, trying to avoid her gaze and hoping she would drop the topic.

"Is he a good kisser, by the way?"

"Ginny!"

"Oh, I'm just curious!"

"Just…stop talking."

She shrugged lightly and apologized. They sat in silence for almost a minute, and Harry started to think she'd finally gave up when she spoke again.

"So…is he?"

"Gods," Harry groaned.

"Okay, okay. I'll leave you in peace," Ginny chuckled, a sound Harry liked a lot. "For now," she added mischievously, causing Harry to roll his eyes.

They got their beers, paid and went back to their table, where the others greeted them and the drinks with happy loud cheers.

The next hour they spent talking and drinking, with Harry stealing glances every now and then towards the table on the other side of the pub. Then, one time he gazed up, his eyes found Malfoy's and, before he managed to look away and pretend nothing happened, Malfoy sent him a wicked grin, which made Harry's insides turn.

For the next couple of minutes he tried to calm down, but he could tell his trousers were getting slightly uncomfortable.

Eventually, he pushed himself off his chair and rose.

"I'm going to the loo," he announced and, not waiting for his friend's nods, walked to the back of the room.

Once inside, he turned on the tap and sprayed his face with cold water. And then again.

He dried it with a quick flick of his wand and looked in the mirror. Come on, pull yourself together.

There was a soft click to his left, indicating that the door had been opened. He looked up immediately, only to see blond hair and Malfoy's playful smirk. His grey eyes were fixed on Harry as he entered the restroom and closed the door behind him with a quiet squeak.

"What?" Harry asked, brows furrowed. Malfoy and he in one, not-so-spacious room was not a good idea.

Malfoy didn't answer at first, just walked up to where Harry was standing.

"Having fun with your friends, Potter?" he murmured, tracing Harry's lower lips with his thumb. He then let his hand trail down, until he reached the buckle of Harry's belt.

"What are you doing?" the Gryffindor hissed, glancing quickly to the door that was still closed.

Before Harry even finished the question, the fly of his trousers was undone and his trousers pulled down just enough to show his shorts.

"Malfoy!" Harry snapped, but the blond ignored his protests. He eyed Harry's groin for one long moment before finding the pair of green eyes staring at him.

"Touch yourself for me."

"W-what?!" Harry choked out. "Are you insane, Malfoy?" he asked, but was answered only with a very impatient look on Malfoy's face and a raised eyebrow. "What if someone comes in?"

"No one will," the Slytherin said calmly. "Now, I want you to touch yourself for me."

"But…" Harry tried, but was cut off by Malfoy's soft lips. He gasped in surprised but nevertheless responded, kissing the Slytherin back. It didn't last more than a couple of seconds but still managed to make Harry hot in his face and all over his body.

Malfoy pulled back slightly and raised one elegant eyebrow in a silent question.

No, it wasn't a question. He was waiting.

Harry gulped and, with shuddering breath, reached his hand into his shorts. A quiet groan left his mouth as his fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft and started to move.

"That's it," Malfoy murmured quietly. "I want you to stroke yourself until you're ready to come."

Harry groaned. He was hard already, and the fact that Malfoy was there watching him and everyone could walk in on them was only making it worse. Or better. Harry couldn't decide, but his cock seemed to like it a lot. Traitor, he thought.

He continued pumping his erection, gazing into Malfoy's grey eyes that were watching him intensely, one corner of his mouth turned upwards the slightest bit.

Soon, Harry's soft panting intensified and he couldn't stop the tiniest moans and whimpers from escaping from his mouth anymore. He bit hard on his lip, fighting off the small sounds of desperation.

"Come on," Malfoy said suddenly, his voice quiet and low. "Let them hear you." Harry gaped at him with his mouth open in disbelief, and that's when an uncontrollable whine got out from the back of his throat. Malfoy smirked instantly. "That's it," he praised. "You want them all to hear, don't you? You want them to know how desperate you are, wanking in the toilet while they're waiting for you, huh?"

Harry threw his head back, hitting the wall with a quiet thump. Merlin, he loved it when Malfoy talked like that to him.

No. No, no. He hated it. He hated when Malfoy talked. In general. He wanted him to shut up and, oh, fuck, he wanted to come.

His eyes opened heavily and he fixed his gaze on the blond in front of him. Malfoy seemed rather unaffected by what was happening, he could have been listening to Professor Binn's lecture if not for the smirk playing on his lips.

"Malfoy," Harry panted, feeling his orgasm building up, "C-"

"Alright, that's enough," the Slytherin said, cutting Harry off. Harry groaned in despair, but seeing the eyebrow Malfoy had raised in an expectant manner, he stopped the movements of his hand. He tilted his head back and let it rest against the wall, trying to calm his breathing.

"Good boy," Malfoy murmured with satisfaction.

"God, I hate you."

A quiet, deep chuckle came as an answer, which surprised Harry enough to open his eyes again. For this sort of remark, he could expect a spanking rather than a chuckle, as least when it came to Malfoy.

"Be nice, Potter," the blond warned, but Harry could still hear the edge of amusement in his voice. "Go back to your little friends. They're probably wondering what took you so long." He pointed with his chin at Harry's opened trousers.

"Are…are you kidding?" Harry gaped. "I can't go back there with…er…I mean, looking like that!"

Malfoy's brows returned to their position high on his forehead. "And why is that?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "For one, they're going to see," he hissed, as if stating the obvious. "I don't even have my robes," he gestured, indicating his Muggle clothes he usually wore on weekends. "Besides, who knows how long we'll be staying here for! There's no way I'm going out there with this hard-on."

"You will."

"No, I won't."

"Yes, you will."

"No."

"Oh, trust me. You will."

"I said I won't!"

Harry flinched when Malfoy leaned in a bit, but relaxed when he saw the half-smirk on the blond's face.

"I want you to go there, sit with your stupid friends, being a good boy we both know you want to be, and wait until your…horde decides they want to go back to the castle. Then, you will take that cloak of yours and come to my dorm, where I will make you come, nice and slow."

A weak whine left Harry's lips, which only caused Malfoy's grin to widen. He obediently tucked his aching hard-on into his pants and zipped his trousers, shifting uncomfortably, trying to give himself some relief.

He looked up just in time to see Malfoy leaning in. His breath caught up in his chest and his body froze instantly as he waited to be kissed, but the Slytherin stopped just when their lips were a mere inch from each other.

"You're not cumming until the evening, understood?" he asked, his voice quiet but firm and confident.

In response, Harry managed to slowly nod his head. The answer was apparently the correct one, as Malfoy gave Harry a wicked smile and straightened up. He nodded at Harry, indicating for him to leave, and so Harry did, wondering if Malfoy was going to wank on his own in one of the stalls or wait till the evening as well.