Draco's grey eyes followed Snape out of the room. His breathing was heavy and Harry couldn't stop staring at the half-naked Slytherin. Harry realised his heart rate speeding up. Why was he acting so weird? Draco slowly walked to the corner where his clothes were in and picked them up cautiously. Draco quickly walked to over to the doors and pushed them close, muttering about how they opened in the first place.
Fuck, swore Harry under his breath as his only exit was blocked. If the door opened by itself, Draco would definitely know something was up. Harry would have to wait till Draco left the room. Draco sat down on the bench and started to button up his shirt. Harry saw some fingernail marks on Draco's torso and his mind was immediately filled with Snape raking his fingers over Draco. Harry shuddered but why was he getting angry about Snape touching Draco? Sure, it wasn't the nicest thing to picture, but Harry had no right to feel angry. This feeling was different from anger though. It was almost like Harry didn't want Snape to touch Draco or be anywhere near him.
Harry shook his head, clearing his thoughts and refocused his attention back on Draco, who was almost fully dressed. Harry noticed the redness in Draco's lips and Harry suddenly wished to kiss him right there. Harry really needed to get out of this room right now. Draco was sweaty and looked just like he did after a quidditch match. Then, Harry did one of the stupidest things in his life. He sneezed.
Draco had his wand drawn and pointed at the corner Harry was in. Fuck, fuck, fuck, was the only thing going through Harry's mind. "Show yourself or I'll hex you!" screamed Draco, trying to sound brave, but failing miserably. He just sounded scared and small, two words that Harry would never have thought he would associate with a Malfoy. Harry slowly took off the Cloak of Invisibility and revealed himself to the Slytherin. Hermione would never have let them get caught if she were here. Harry was beginning to regret his decision to not tell Hermione and Ron.
What the hell was Potter doing here? How long had he been standing there? How much had he seen? Shit, this was going to hell. Fast. Draco turned his attention back to the raven-haired boy in front of him. The Gryffindor swallowed and his eyes flitted around the room, never landing on Draco. Draco lowered his wand slowly. He would have to find out what Potter had seen. "W-what did you see?" asked Draco, voice shaking as he asked the question. A small smile appeared on the Gryffindor's face before quickly disappearing. "Well I saw Snape and you getting... well...very intimate," said Harry, his mouth quirking up into a smirk. Draco could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and knew that he was turning as red as the tie that Potter was wearing.
Potter was clearly enjoying this and then in a split second, Draco reacted. He had backed the Gryffindor into the corner and his wand was under his chin. The raven- haired boy inhaled sharply and Draco could see fear in those emerald eyes. Now, it was Draco's turn to smile.
Wand still pointed at Harry, Draco bent down and picked up the Cloak of Invisibility. He rubbed the fabric between his fingers and almost asked Potter if he could borrow it, but remembered that he had to stop Potter from telling the whole school about Snape and him.
They had just gotten together and Draco didn't feel like telling the whole of Hogwarts that he was fucking Snape- and he liked it.
Draco dropped the cloak and looked right into Harry's emerald eyes. Harry's pupils dilated and Draco could feel the racing heart beat of the Gryffindor. "Where's all that Gryffindor courage of yours now," Draco teased as he licked his lips and smiled. "You Potter, are not going to tell anybody, and that includes your mudblood friend and Weasel-bee, about what you saw today. Can your brain comprehend these simple instructions, or do I have to repeat them in a way that you'll understand," said Draco, pressing his wand harder into Harry's neck.
Harry nodded and gulped nervously. "If I hear even a tiny rumour going around, the next time I pin you against a wall, you aren't going to be so lucky. Draco was enjoying this way too much and he knew it. The prospect of having The Boy Who Lived wrapped around his finger was exciting, but Draco knew he had to stop. He took a step back, and slowly lowered his wand. He didn't want Potter to try anything funny. Harry looked like a wounded animal as he stepped out of the corner. The Gryffindor's raven hair was a mess, and Draco was tempted to run his fingers through it.
Why was he even having these thoughts? You love Snape, you are his and he is yours, Draco repeated to himself. "Get lost Potter," said Draco stepping back fully, waving away Harry. Then, Harry did something unexpected. As Draco was about to exit the room, Harry pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard. Draco stiffened up and his mind went blank. Harry stepped back and looked Draco straight in the eye, then as if suddenly realising what he had done, touched his lip and bolted out of the classroom.
Draco's eyes followed Harry as he ran out the door. He brought up his fingers to touch his own lips, which were probably red. Harry James Potter had kissed him and he had no idea how to feel about it.