A/N: How did Harry get the map back from Moody's impostor? That's JKR's plothole, not mine ;D
Harry ran his thumb over the piece of parchment again. In a few hours all his attention to it had smoothed out almost every crease. He was lying in his bed with the curtains pulled around him, holding the parchment in one hand and watching Malfoy's dot on the Marauder's Map. Harry couldn't think of anyone else who could have possibly sent him the note. The location seemed pretty obvious but Harry was frustrated that he didn't know what time to sneak out of his dorm. He had told Ron and Hermione he was going to bed early. He definitely did not want to get to the bathroom before Malfoy did, and have to wait, only to have Malfoy not show up. He didn't want to look like a fool. Malfoy's dot had been sitting in the Slytherin common room next to Blaise Zabini until after ten.
Harry sat up suddenly as Malfoy's dot moved to the Slytherin dorms. Well fuck. Good thing I didn't go. Malfoy's dot moved around the dorm for a few minutes and then headed back to the common room, bypassing Zabini's dot and moving into the dungeons.
Harry's jaw dropped as he watched. Malfoy's dot moved out of the dungeons and to a staircase that would take him in the direction of the prefect's bathroom. Harry grabbed his cloak from under his pillow and threw it over himself. Take your time, don't be too eager… Harry tried to tell himself as he took a deep breath to steady himself and left the dorms. He paused at the portrait hole, but nobody in the common room was paying attention. He slowly pulled the portrait open the slightest bit possible just to ease through and closed it behind him quickly and quietly with practiced ease.
He had to take another deep breath a corridor down. His heart was pounding. He checked the map again. Malfoy was almost to the bathroom. Harry slowed his pace a little. What am I getting myself into?
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Draco entered the prefects' bathroom and was both relieved and disappointed that Potter wasn't here yet. He wasn't sure why he hadn't specified a time. Perhaps that would have made the encounter too official, too much like a date. It would be interesting to see if, or when, Potter showed up.
Draco stripped and got into the giant tub, turning on his favorite vanilla bubbles tab on full and the cinnamon foam tap on around a third, taking a deep breath and trying to pretend he wasn't nervous. He wasn't sure exactly what he had expected when he send the note. He knew what he was hoping for, at least. Draco dipped under the water before swimming a few laps to calm his nerves. He settled on the farthest side of the tub from the door, next to his pile of clothes and wand. Time to wait.
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Harry paused at the statue of Boris the Bewildered and trembled. His feet had brought him here. He knew he wanted this, but he was still suspicious that there was some catch, some trick that Malfoy was up to. His body was past caring though. He knew he wanted more. Harry whispered pine fresh and slid into the bathroom. The lights were dim but already on and a sweet yet spicy scent filled his nose. He shut the door behind him softly. Malfoy was just visible through the hot mist, staring at the door as if trying to see who had come in. Harry remembered abruptly he was still wearing the invisibility cloak and pulled if off. Harry noticed Draco's expression brightened briefly as he became visible and felt shivers down his neck. Draco quickly schooled his features back to a haughty smirk, seemingly out of habit.
"Well, well. Joining me for a bath tonight, Potter? Get in already; you're making me cold just looking at you."
Harry suddenly realized he would have to strip in front of Malfoy and bit his lip. It was a little different to show up in only a towel than to actually get naked in front of somebody. Harry slowly pulled off his pajama shirt and placed it on top of his cloak sitting on a shelf next to the folded towels. He paused, glancing at Malfoy who was making no effort whatsoever to give Harry some privacy, practically leering at Harry as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pajama pants.
"What happened to no peeking?" Harry mumbled. Malfoy smirked, raising an eyebrow, and did not look away. Harry turned his back, slipped his pants down and off, and slipped into the water as quickly as he could.
"Well, that certainly wasn't much of a show," Malfoy commented, and Harry blushed immediately, thinking of their first encounter, and bowed his head to try to hide it.
"I didn't realize you, er, expected one," Harry stumbled over his words and cursed his lack of eloquence. He looked up and was startled to see that Draco had silently closed the distance between them to less than a foot. "Er… I…"
"Shut up, Potter," Draco whispered before leaning in and kissing him. Harry gasped a little. Draco grinned against his mouth as he felt no resistance and threaded the fingers of his left hand through the back of Harry's hair, deepening the kiss and reveling in the memory of Harry naked, bent over in front of him, trying to remove his pajama bottoms as quickly as possible. His attempt at not giving a show had been… well, quite a show.
Harry pulled away a little, breathing heavily, "Speaking of shows… the cake, at dinner- with everyone watching- what were you thinking?"
Draco laughed a little. His other hand under the water was now making little circles on the small of Harry's back. "Well, if I remember correctly…" He leaned in and licked the outer shell of Harry's ear, slowly whispering, "I was thinking about sucking your cock."
Harry gasped as most of the blood in his body rushed straight to his eager and willing cock. He could feel that his face was receiving the little blood that was left in a deep flush.
"I see that that is not an entirely unwelcome prospect," Draco drawled, noting the blush staining Harry's cheeks and chest, tightening his grip on Harry's damp hair and pulling him back in for a deeper kiss. The untidy mop was even wilder than usual. The thick strands were so dark, so unlike his own, and he suddenly realized the reason Harry's hair had always pissed him off so much was that he was attracted to it. Harry moaned, clearly enjoying having his hair touched. Draco gripped the strands at the nape of Harry's neck and was rewarded with Harry thrusting his his hips into Draco's own. Ohmygods, he's as hard as I am, Draco thought ecstatically.
His right hand drifted to Harry's hipbone, caressing it, and then lightly closed around the base of Harry's cock.
"Oh, fuck- oh-"
Draco's grip firmed as he ever so slowly stroked up and down. Harry's knees felt like jelly as he tried to concentrate on the kiss, on the brilliant fingers doing heavenly things to him, on not coming in the next 5 seconds-
Draco's chuckle was darkly evil as he tortuously removed his hand from Harry's length.
"What- why-"
Draco smirked at Harry- though it was almost a smile- and pulled himself out of the tub.
Draco picked up his wand from the pile of clothing and turned it to the stack of towels. Three of them unfolded themselves and lay neatly on the floor on top of one another, then widened and lengthened and thickened into a mattress type cushion. He then waved it in a swooping motion towards the door, casting silent Silencing and Locking spells, impressing Harry in the ease of his spellcasting.
"Come here, Harry," Draco whispered. Harry shuddered at the erotic sound of Draco saying his given name by itself for the first time ever. He could do nothing but obey the silky voice. His legs moved him to the edge of the tub and he hoisted himself out of the tub to sit nervously on the enlarged towels next to Draco. Draco slid his hand to the back of Harry's neck and ran his fingers up the back of Harry's head again, enjoying the sight of Harry's eyes fluttering closed and the gasping breaths he was taking.
Draco gripped a little firmer and pulled Harry down with him to lay side by side, facing each other, on the soft towels. Draco captured his lips in a kiss full of suppressed desire finally fulfilled and Harry responded enthusiastically. Draco broke the kiss when they were both out of air, panting. The hand not entangled in Harry's hair moved down to lightly touch his cock again.
Harry gasped at the contact and thrust his hips forward into Draco's hand, wanting more. Draco slid the hand his Harry's hair down, tracing the ridges in his spine, then moved to clench his hip, pushing it down gently to the towel so Harry was laying on his back. Draco moved to straddle Harry's thighs and leaned in to suck on Harry's neck. Harry arched his neck to give Draco better access to the soft, sensitive skin. Draco kissed and sucked and gently bit on Harry's throat before moving his mouth down to place open mouthed kisses on Harry's collarbone and chest. While keeping his eyes on Harry's face, Draco moved lower and lower until he was gently kissing Harry's hipbone.
Harry looked down at him with heavily lidded eyes and bit his lip. Draco was absolutely fascinated by this gesture and he couldn't help but keep staring as he slowly kissed closer and closer to Harry's dripping cock. Harry's hips were making ever so slight thrusting movements Draco could feel in his thighs clamped around Harry's lower body, and it was driving his own arousal to new heights. Draco cruelly lifted his head and moved to the other side, mimicking his movements out to his other hipbone, knowing how horrible of a tease he was being. Harry groaned in frustration and increased the speed of his little thrusts as he moved both hands to tentatively thread his finger's through Draco's fine, silky strands, as if he wasn't sure if he should ask for permission first. Draco loved to have his hair played with, so he rewarded Harry with a broad, wet swipe of his tongue to the underside of Harry's length.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry gasped, and Draco wondered if he had ever had this done to him before.
"Did you think about me doing this at dinner?" Draco murmured. Harry flushed a deep pink and bit his lip harder, almost drawing blood, it seemed like, before giving a short, quick nod. Draco swirled his tongue around the head and then paused again. "Say it."
"Yes," Harry gasped out, seemingly in spite of himself, "I was."
Draco smirked up at him, "Good." He reached up and gently grasped the base of Harry's dick to hold it still before sliding it into his wet mouth as far as it would go. Harry cried out at the warm, slick suction around his cock and shuddered as Draco's tongue fluttered on the sensitive V under the head. The fingers in Draco's hair clutched and released sporadically as his tongue explored the head of Harry's cock. He ran his tongue into the slit and relished the bitter taste and tightening of Harry's fingers in his hair as Harry tried to pull his head away.
"Mal- Draco, I'm- I'm going to-" Draco held his head against the tugging and bobbed his head a little faster, keeping in time with his hand stroking the base. He impulsively ran his other hand roughly up to the middle of Harry's chest, flattening his palm and gripping at Harry's skin, surprising himself at the possessive gesture. Harry's hips thrust up once, twice more into Draco's mouth before he was exploding, arching into the hand holding him to the floor, the mouth sucking his soul from his body, crying out loudly in release. Draco watched him, enthralled, and continued sucking, pulling Harry through his orgasm, working his tongue on the underside as he felt the pulses rip through the hand length in his mouth. Harry collapsed bonelessly under him, breathing heavily, and Draco let his spent cock slip from his mouth. Draco moved to lay alongside Harry as he trembled from his release.
"Oh... my god- that was..."
"Incredibly hot," Draco finished for him. Harry gave a little breathless laugh.
"Yeah." Harry hesitantly trailed his fingers down Draco's chest, mapping his skin. He ever so slowly, shyly reached for Draco's throbbing, dripping cock and experimentally stroked.
Draco couldn't help but thrust his neglected length into Harry's palm and groan out, "More." Harry increased his grip and stroked a little faster, fascinated by the sounds escaping Draco's throat. "Harder... I'm so close..." Harry sped up his pace, reaching up and tangling his fingers into Draco's hair. Draco cried out as he pulsed hotly into Harry's hand, thrusting wildly as he rode out his orgasm and collapsed onto the towel. Harry's eyes were captured by the beautiful, erotic image of Draco's face as he climaxed. Draco grabbed Harry's head with both hands and brought their lips back together desperately in a searing kiss, both still trembling with ecstasy.
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To be continued...