Harry woke up with a tingly feeling. He turned around not opening his eyes to search comfort in the arms that been holding him all night.

He stretched his arm but found nothing.

Harry opened his eyes slowly to find an empty space where he wanted a body to be.

Harry sighted.

He had just dreamt about Draco. About being in his strong arms, head resting against his white marble sculpted chest, feeling safe as he had never felt before.

Harry smiled to himself. It was the first time in months that his dream was not a nightmare, it was in fact a rather pleasant dream, and it had been about Draco.

Harry stretched his arms and got up. He had to get ready to go to class.

He ran his eyes through his schedule.

His first class was Potions.

Harry shuddered.

Potions had always been a torturous class for him. When Snape was teaching it he felt like the class was made to turn his life into hell but now he knew Snape didn´t hate him. Severus Snape was a victim of the war like all of them were; he had been a normal person with flaws and wounds like any of them.

When he decided to go back to Hogwarts for his eight year Harry had considered not taking Potion´s class. He had fought the Dark Lord himself sure the Minister wouldn´t demand him to have Potions in order to become an Auror…maybe he didn´t even need to finish eight year. Despite of his thoughts after a deep reflection about justice and an angry look from Hermione Harry decided to do things as he should.

That´s how Harry end up having two periods of Potions on a Monday morning. Although he was now, significantly better at said class he still hated it.

Harry got to the class and sat on his usual place. He looked around. Gryffindor´s had this Potion´s class with the Slytherins which were now reduced to Draco Malfoy.

That was another reason why Potion´s class was torture in the best sense of the word.

Harry was stuck in a class staring at an incredibly concentrated Draco Malfoy leaning over his cauldron.

Draco brewed potions like he was breathing. The blonde prepared the components meticulously depositing them in his cauldron and stirring, increasing or decreasing heat as naturally as blinking. Draco was brilliant at Potions, and yes, Hermione was brilliant too (not only at Potions) but Draco was different. While Hermione read the procedure a million times before starting, checking it while preparing the potion another million times and following the procedure with accuracy Draco ran his eyes quickly through the book putting it aside as he prepared the Potion, a focused but not stressed look on his face. He poured the ingredients without needing to check the book, his arm´s muscles tensed up as he stirred the content of his cauldron biting his bottom lip as he waited for the hot liquid to change colours.

He was natural and somehow that made him better than any other student.

Oh, yes. Draco was stunning and having him in an already boring class was a nightmare. Harry couldn´t help staring at him from the corner of his eye and sometimes with no shame during the whole class.

Harry looked in front of him. The class had already started! He shook his head and tried to focus on what the professor, who he couldn´t even remember the name, was saying.

"….as this potion as a certain degree of difficulty you will brew it in pairs. So pair up and start working."
Harry started to go through his book. Bloody hell he didn´t even heard what potion they were supposed to brew. He looked at Ron and Hermione but they already paired up with each other and, despite the panic, Harry couldn´t help but smile. His best friends couldn´t take their hands out of each other.

The professor seemed to notice Harry confusion.

"Mr. Potter you can pair up with Mr. Malfoy."

Harry gulped and looked at Draco.

Draco was smiling at him.

Harry got up taking his book with him and sat down in front of Draco.

Harry sighted.

"So…."

Draco cocked an eyebrow.

"So?"

"What are we supposed to do, actually?"

Draco smirked.

"You weren´t even listening were you, Potter?"

"I thought you called me Harry by now…"

Draco´s cheeks flushed red but Harry kept talking.

"No, I didn´t listened I was actually really busy…"

Draco composed himself and made a questioning face.

"Oh, really?! Busy doing what, Harry?"

Harry smiled fondly.

"Staring at you, Draco."

Draco flushed seep red again and Harry smirked. He stretched his leg and took it to Draco´s intertwining them. The gesture made Draco jump at first but then he relaxed against Harry´s leg.

Draco smirked.

"Watch and learn…"

Draco started to prepare the Potion, Harry took a berry and was about to cut it only to feel his hand slapped by Draco´s.

"I told you to watch. As you have no idea what to do and you are so fond of staring I think that´s what you should do."

That was exactly what Harry did and when the class was over and he left he felt something he had never felt before while leaving that class. Disappointment. Harry missed the contact with Draco. That simple and innocent act as intertwining their legs had had an unbelievable effect on him.

Harry sighted.

Damn Draco and his gorgeous face and perfect arse…

Harry was turned on, really turned on and he had class in fifteen minutes.

He mumbled a poor excuse about going to the bathroom to Ron and Hermione and moved away from them.

His trousers felt tighter than usual and he really did not have a lot of time to deal with that.

Harry was starting to consider going to the dormitory really quickly when he felt a pair of arms locking around his waist and pulling him into a dark corner.

"Going anywhere, Potter?"

Harry´s breath hitched as Draco pushed him against the wall and locked their lips.

Harry felt light and dizzy. All that time being so close to Draco and not being able to shove him against that table and doing wicked things to that perfect arse had driven him crazy.

Harry locked his arms around Draco´s neck pulling him closer and pressing their bodies together.

Through all the lairs of material separating them he could feel Draco´s erection against his.

Harry inhaled sharply and pulled back from the kiss.

"Draco…we don´t real have a lot of time."

Draco looked dizzy too and Harry could feel the blonde´s knees shaking.

Draco nodded.

"I know."

He crashed his lips against Harry´s lowering his hands until they were in Harry´s arse. He squeezed it and brought Harry closer so that their crouches were completely pressed against each other.

Harry moved from Draco´s lips to his jaw and then neck leaving trails of kisses whenever he could. He found a sweet spot in Draco´s neck and kissed it then sucked it gently.

A moan escaped Draco´s parted lips as he started to grind against Harry.

All the clothes didn´t bothered them that much; they were already on the edge so minimal contact was more than enough at this point.

Harry whimpered and bit Draco´s neck trying not to moan.

"Draco…."

Draco kissed Harry again but couldn´t help to moan against his lips.

"Harry….Oh, Merlin….I love you…."

Harry froze for a minute but he was the edge already. His nails dug into Draco´s shoulder while he moaned and came in his pants.

Draco pulled him closer and also came with a loud moan.

He pulled back and looked at Harry´s face. His cheeks flushed when Harry´s eyes fell on him. Did he really just said…that. It wasn´t a lie but he didn´t want to say it like that it had just…slipped.

Harry took his wand out of his cloak and casted cleaning spells on both of them. He stepped closer and kissed Draco gently on the lips.

"Today at midnight can you meet me at the seventh floor?"

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Seventh floor?"

Harry smirked.

"Room of requirement…. Yes?"

Draco flushed. Was that even a question?

"Yes…"

Harry stepped back like he was going away but then made a face like he had just remembered something. He took a step towards Draco kissing him passionately, he ran his thumb through Draco´s bottom lip, leaned forward and whispered.

"I love you too…"

He pulled back.

"Midnight, seventh floor. Don´t forget!"

Draco smirked.

"How could I?"

Harry smiled and disappeared through the empty corridor.

It was going to be a fun night.