After classes had ended for the day, Harry spent the day with the Gryfindor Quidditch team, practicing for their upcoming match against Huflepuff. At dinner, Harry listened to Ron and Hermione bicker about random, unimportant, stuff. Harry just nodded when one of them said, "Isn't that right, Harry?"
For the remainder of the night, Harry attempted to do his homework, but failed on account of his mind wandering off into fantasies about Draco Malfoy. "C'mon, pull your self together. You can wait three more hours. No I can't. Yes I can. I have to, I don't really have much of a choice." Eventually Harry just gave up on the homework idea, and spent the rest of the night playing chess with Ron. At around 10:30 they went to bed.
Ron fell asleep the moment he hit the pillow. "At least now I can sneak out of this room easier." The only people who might catch him were Seamus, Dean, or Neville, but neither of those boys would care enough to ask his whereabouts.
Harry checked his watch at eleven-forty five, and decided it was time to leave. He went to the bottom of his trunk and pulled out the Marauder's Map and his father's invisibility cloak. The path to the Prefect's Bathroom was clear, there couldn't possibly be any chance of him getting caught.
Filch's dot was in his office, Mrs. Norris was by his side, and all the teachers were in their offices. Peeves was down in the dungeons, which would have been a problem to Draco if he wasn't already in the Bathroom.
Harry put the cloak back, and walked out of the dorms and down to the common room. Hermione was sitting on the couch, reading by the light of the fire.
"Hermione?" said Harry.
"Harry! What on earth are you doing up at this hour?" she asked.
"I'm about to ask you the same question."
"Well, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to just come down here and read until I got tired." Hermione said. "Now its your turn. What are you doing?"
"Well, er." Harry tried to think of a quick lie. "I'm just going down to see Hagrid. He said there was something he wanted to show me."
"Really? Well do you mind if I come?" asked Hermione.
"Uhm, well Hagrid did say he just wanted to show me, and that'd he show you and Ron later on…."
"Yeah, yeah Harry. Who are you meeting tonight, is it the same person you were with the other two nights?" Hermione wasn't stupid. She saw right through Harry's pathetic excuse for a lie.
"It is, but I can't tell you who. I promised him I wouldn't tell."
"And whose he?"
"What do you mean he?" asked Harry, confused. How does she know that the person I'm meeting is a boy?
"You just said, 'I promised him I wouldn't tell,' so who is he?" asked Hermione. She could be real stubborn sometimes.
"Its, its," Harry paused. "You don't care that I'm doing stuff with a boy?"
"No, I don't."
"Oh, well, I still can't tell you who. Sorry Hermione, I promised." Harry smiled at his friend. Hermione sighed and nodded her head in defeat. "Thanks."
"No problem, and I'll cover for you if Ron asks. I can come up with better lies than you." Hermione smiled then sat back down on the couch and began reading her book. Harry continued out into the corridors, and then to the Prefects' Bathroom.
When he arrived at the portrait, he said "Lemon Drop." and it opened. The bathroom appeared to be empty, but Harry knew Draco was inside it. "Draco, you in here?"
"Turn around, silly." said a voice from behind Harry. Harry turned to face a completely naked Draco. His body was dripping wet, and his dick was as hard as a rock. "Want to go for a swim?"
"Sure." Harry pulled off his shirt, and then stripped down to nothing. His dick hadn't yet completely hardened, but after one kiss from a naked Draco, it was. He watched the naked blond do a dive into the pool-size bathtub. Harry had once been in it, but under different circumstances. This time would be much more fun.
Harry dove in after the boy, and the two of them did laps, talking about classes, teachers, and friends. Somehow the conversation turned into kissing, and then to rubbing, and eventually the two boys found themselves in the shower room, with Draco on his knees.
"I owe you something." said Draco, as he started kissing Harry's dick.
"Uh-huh." moaned Harry. "You do." He ran his hand tightly through Draco's wet hair, making Draco moan too. Harry pushed on the back of Draco's head, and Draco moved in to start sucking on Harry's cock.
Draco pulled away when he and Harry heard a splash in the bathtub. Someone had decided to use the tub at midnight. Draco grabbed a towel from the rack and through it over his body. Harry grabbed his clothes and put them on. "I got this." said Draco.
"Alright." Harry replied as he pulled his shirt over his head. Draco walked out of the shower room and started talking to the prefect in the bathtub. Harry took that time to sneak out into the hallway. After about five minutes Draco joined him.
"It was a fifth year." he said. "Looks like we can't go back in there. How about we go back to the Room of Requirement. I have some ideas to give it."
"Sounds good, I have a cover for tomorrow anyways." Harry replied. Then he entwined his hand with Draco's, and the two boys walked to the fifth floor hand in hand.