AN: What's that? Is… is that… is it? Could it be? Is it Beebee? IT IS. Ahaha… sorry for not updating in such an insanely long time, my loves. Hopefully this somewhat more risqué than usual chapter will make up for it, eh? I will be trying to get back into writing again, mainly as a form of procrastination, but please do forgive me if my writing style isn't quite as good as it used to be. I love you all dearly.

"Seriously, guys, feel free to leave me alone." Harry growled slightly, huffing to himself and casting a glare in the general direction of the nearest statue, where Ron and Hermione were lurking beneath the Invisibility Cloak.

"Nah, mate, we want to make sure you don't have your balls jinxed off."

"Ronald!"

"I meant, uh… we're here for moral support. Again. Yeah."

Harry sighed and shook his head, wringing his hands and hopping up and down on the spot. After the… incident in the Entrance Hall, he had tried his hardest to avoid the beautiful Slytherin, a feat easier said than done as Draco was in quite a few of his classes. It had been after one of these shared classes that the blond had stormed up to him and demanded that they speak, that they meet here, on the fifth floor, tonight. Harry had begun to protest, but Draco had simply stormed off once more, muttering incoherently under his breath.

Hermione, when she had first heard about this, had been outraged. There was no way he was going, she had insisted, to no avail. Harry was scared of what Draco might do – the other male was extremely skilled when it came to hexes and curses – but was also curious as to what he wanted to speak about, and was desperate to see him again. The blond had slipped into his dreams and his fantasies, and seemed to be everywhere he looked… Harry was obsessed, he knew, and he didn't care.

Hermione had quickly realised that her attempts to dissuade him from the meeting were futile, and instead began to insist that he not go alone. This battle had been much easier to win, and this was why she and Ron were stowed away beside the statue, hidden from view and keeping as quiet as possible.

Harry was beginning to panic; Draco was late.

Just as he was about to give up on the meeting, however, and he turned towards the Cloak to beckon the others to him, he heard footsteps. He swung round on his heel, and his heart skipped a beat. Draco was walking towards him, an almost animalistic expression on his face, his hand clenched tightly round his wand.

Lust quickly turned to fear, and Harry took a few steps backwards, swallowing nervously. "M-Malfoy, look, I… about the other day…" He faltered and trailed off, mumbling to himself and rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Do you trust me?"

Harry froze, unsure of what he'd just heard. "E-Excuse me?"

"Me. Do you trust me." Draco asked again, impatiently, tapping his wand against his thigh. It emitted several sparks that danced through the air before disappearing.

Every cell in Harry's body was screaming no, and yet, he found himself nodding, eyes wide.

"Then close your eyes." Harry did as he was told, and Hermione found herself having to restrain Ron from bursting out from under the Cloak to protect his friend, so vulnerable in the face of an apparently angry Malfoy.

Anger was seemingly not the strongest emotion, however, as the moment Harry's eyes closed, Draco took the last few steps forwards and slid one arm round Harry's waist, pulling him close, and pressed his lips ever so gently against the brunette's own, closing his eyes as he did so.

Harry melted, instantly, and it was as though he'd been fused to Draco, clinging tightly to the Slytherin and returning the kiss, his body on fire with passion and lust. He gave a low whimper as Draco drew back, only a few moments later, and stared at him, shifting round slightly uncomfortably. Draco gazed at Harry for a few moments longer, apparently caught in some internal struggle before giving a low moan of frustration and pulling the Gryffindor close, kissing him again, this time somewhat roughly.

Their lips crashed together, hands roaming over one another, and Ron and Hermione could only watch in horror and confusion as the two enemies pressed close to each other, Harry's leg partly curled round Draco's, Draco's hand slipping under Harry's shirt, and both of them arching against the other, rutting ever so slightly and giving the occasional moan.

"Get out of here?" Ron whispered to Hermione, who seemed entirely unable to respond, eyes fixed on the two. It was, admittedly, a somewhat attractive sight, although not one that Ron felt particularly aroused by… not that this would stop Hermione at all, who was edging further and further forwards. "Erm, Hermione, no offence but I doubt they want you involved…" Ron continued, raising an eyebrow slightly at the panting, softly moaning teenagers. "In fact, I… I think we should leave…" He meeped, eyes widening a little as Harry was pinned up against the wall and Malfoy began to unbutton his shirt, quickly grabbing onto Hermione's arm and dragging her away, ignoring her whines of despair at being removed from the vicinity.