Sorry for the wait! Thoughts Parseltongue

Last time:

Draco saw Potter and the Weaselette both flee the Great Hall and the girl he loved, if Malfoys could love, kiss that redheaded freak. He was sick of this little soap opera and decided to get to the Room of Requirement before Hermione so he could get ready.

Harry sat up abruptly and slid off the bed as he heard the door creak open. Draco looked around in astonishment at the room he had stepped into. The Room outdid itself; it's nicer than the Manor in here! Wait, I didn't think this… someone else is in here. "Hello?" Draco called out, "I know you're in here. Show yourself!!"

Harry slipped further into the shadows and stared at Draco's angered expression. That boy is so damn hot when he is angry Harry couldn't help but moan as his erection strained against his tight uniform. Damn him in all his sexiness.

Draco paced the room, searching for signs of life other than the flickering candles and blazing fire. It's beautiful, so romantic. "Please come out, whoever you are." Draco pleaded to the room. He wanted to know who made this room so beautiful.

"Hello Draco." Harry whispered as he stepped out of the shadows. Draco's eyes widened, "Surprised to see me?"

"Potter. Why are you here? Did you do this?" sneered Draco.

Harry slid off his cloak and sauntered toward Draco, "Yes, I did. Is it up to your standards?"

"Wh-What the hell is going on? You're being nice. Wait… my standards? What does this have to do with me?" Draco stammered as he avoided blatantly staring at Harry's body in his uniform.

"Do you not approve, Draco? I can change it if you want." Harry said as he began to think up another room. The walls and floor began to ripple.

"No, no. I like it. It's nice. Why are you asking me? Why are you calling me Draco? Why hasn't the Room turned into a battleground so we can have at each other? Potter? Stop looking at me like that!" Draco cried as he scampered away from Harry's lustful gaze. His knees hit one of the sofas by the fireplace and he toppled onto it.

Harry grinned, "We can still have at it," he motioned to the bed and quickly closed the space between him and a shocked Draco. "Come on Malfoy. I've never known you as one to back down from a challenge." With that, Harry's lips collided with Draco's.

"You're H? Oh Merlin." Draco groaned as their lips parted. Harry ran his hands up the inside of Draco's thighs. "OH MERLIN!!!!" he cried out.

Harry grinned mischievously, "Something wrong Draco?"

"Potter. I take it Hermione isn't coming?" Draco sneered back.

"Not in here she isn't," Harry said as he leaned down to unbutton Draco's school shirt. "But you might," he whispered seductively in Draco's ear as ran his hands along Draco's silky, pale chest.

Draco moaned, "You should've been in Slytherin, you tease. How did you know I would come here?"

Harry snickered, "That fluffy white owl," Draco nodded in recognition, "is mine. I've been lending Hedwig to Hermione," Draco's face dropped. "I didn't tell Ron, "Harry chucked at Draco's relief, "If he killed you, I couldn't have my fun now could I?" Draco lay on the sofa, completely speechless.

"You, you, you knew? — But how did you know I wouldn't hex your balls off for this?" Draco stammered as he motioned to the room.

"Nervous much? Hermione told me about your times with Zambini and how you whispered 'Potter' in your sleep a few nights ago."

Draco blushed bright pink, "She heard that? I—I—I mean, why would I, Draco Malfoy, do that? Maybe I was killing you." Draco yelled as he sat up.

"Oh yes, that would definitely explain the moaning." Harry laughed.

Draco stood up from the sofa and began to walk away. Damn it. I pushed him too far. Harry thought. Malfoy, wait. Pleasse?He whispered in Parseltongue. Draco spun around.

"What was that noise?" Draco whispered.

Thiss noise? Harry said.

Draco walked back to the sofa, realizing these hypnotic sounds were coming from the raven-haired boy who sat there.

"What is that?"

"Parseltongue. Snakes speak it." Harry said, satisfied that he found one of the Slytherin's weaknesses.

"Go change into something less Gryffindor and I'll see if I can spare some time to 'get to know' the Boy Who Bloody Well Won't Die." Draco said as he sat back down.

Yes Masster. Harry snickered and ran off to change into something more… Slytherin.