HARRY AND DRACO WERE LAYING intertwined on top of the covers on a bed next to a dying fire in the fireplace in the Room of Requirement. The boys were facing each other and smiling softly. Both were completely naked.
One of Harry's arms was snaked under Draco, and was wrapped around his back. The other was softly massaging the blonde boy's ass. One of Harry's legs had slid between both of Draco's, and their crotches where pushed up against one another.
Draco slowly moved his arm around Harry, going over the black-haired boy's shoulder. His hand pushed slowly through Harry's hair.
Harry leaned forward and gently kissed Draco. They were both exhausted from having vigorous sex just moments ago. But they were both determined to talk for a short while before falling asleep.
They pulled apart from the kiss, and Harry cleared his throat.
"So, according to Ron, people know you're going out with someone" Harry said softly, almost in a whisper.
Draco blinked in surprise, and the smile fell from his face for just a second. But it was back in a flash, and Harry could tell that Draco was only slightly bothered by this bit of news.
"Hmmm. . . Do they know who I'm dating?" He asked in a casual voice. Harry shook his head.
"No. They think it's Crabbe. Or Pansy. But they haven't a clue that it's really me."
Draco nodded slowly. "And what if they do find out. . .?"
Harry smiled and gave Draco's ass a gentle squeeze. "What do you mean?"
"I mean. . . If our mates do find out that we're shagging, would you still want to be with me? Or would you be too ashamed to be seen with me?"
Harry frowned, then grinned. "Come in, Draco. Nothing could keep me from THIS!" Harry quickly pushed two fingers between Draco's ass cheeks and easily pushed them up into Draco's asshole; it was still wet and loose from Harry fucking it, then eating it out earlier.
Draco let out a loud gasp of surprise and pleasure. He arched his back slightly, and his mouth formed a silent O. Harry laughed, but kept the fingers inside him.
"But seriously, I wouldn't leave you if people found out. I'd really prefer they didn't, though. Not yet, anyway."
Draco smiled wider, and kissed Harry again. "Thank you, love" he muttered.
"So, Harry. . . Am I your first guy?"
Harry was slightly taken aback by the question. "Err, I mean, yeah, you are. . ."
Draco's eyes widened. "Really? You haven't done it with any other guy? Not even Weasley?"
"What?! Of course not! Why?"
"Well, you two are best friends, right? And even I have to admit that while he's a pain, he's also cute."
Harry's mouth fell open. "I- well, I mean, I've never really thought about it. We're best mates, so I've never even had a dream like that. . ."
The two boys fell silent. Draco had gotten slightly hard again, although that was mainly due to Harry's fingers being inside him.
After a few minutes of silence, Draco pushed his face against Harry's neck, and kissed it slowly.
"We should get some sleep, love," he muttered quietly. "We don't want to accidentally sleep in and miss class."
Harry nodded. "Goodnight, Draco," he said, and kissed the boy's forehead.
"Goodnight, Harry. Sweet dreams, love."
The next morning, the two awoke peacefully in the same position, save that Harry's hand had fallen out of Draco. They yawned and stretched, and shook out their numb limbs that had lost circulation.
The fire was long dead, but a natural-looking light was filling the room from an unseen source. Harry and Draco stayed in bed for a few more minutes.
"D'you have it too?" Harry asked, looking down at his morning wood.
Draco nodded. "I don't normally get that. I guess waking up next to a sexy naked man would make anyone hard, though."
"Should we. . . ?"
Draco nodded again, and reached over, grabbing Harry's hard shaft. He began to slowly jerk it up and down, and Harry leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and moaned.
"Don't leave me out of it!"Draco chuckled. Harry grinned, and moved his hand over to Draco's cock.
A couple of minutes later, and they were done. They wiped off their chests and stomachs with the bedding, then stood up and began searching for their clothes.
"We should go back to our dormitories", Harry said as he pulled on his crumpled robes. "You can't exactly wear yesterday's Quidditch robes all day, and I definitely need some clean robes."
Draco nodded. He had managed to put his robes back on just as quickly as Harry had. The two teens moved towards the front of the room where the door was.
Harry picked up his bag. It was empty, save for the invisibility cloak that Harry quickly picked up off the floor and shoved inside.
"Hang on a sec" Harry said as a thought struck him. "I'm going to take a few things back with me."
Draco smirked, but said nothing as Harry walked around the room, and began taking various items off of shelves and pedestals, and wrapping them carefully into the invisibility cloak in his bag.
Harry paused in front of the tentacle dildo he had noticed earlier. He stared questioningly at it for a moment, then turned and looked at Draco.
The blonde-haired boy nodded slowly at his lover, who grinned and grabbed up the dildo. Draco watched Harry snap the bag shut, and the two boys headed once more toward the door.
They checked to make sure nobody was in the hallway beyond before exiting the room of requirement. Harry pulled Draco close and kissed him deeply for a moment.
"We'll meet up again soon?" Draco asked as they broke apart.
"Of course. I have Quidditch practice Sunday morning. It ends at 8:30. You could swing by and meet me in the changing rooms then, if you'd like?"
Malfoy smiled a charming white smile. Just a couple of months previously, Harry would have been filled with rage and confusion at that same look. Now, however, it made him feel warm and free inside.
"I might have to take you up on that, love", Draco muttered. "But we've gotta get going. Breakfast will be over soon, and we both need to change, and come up with excuses for why we weren't there."
The two teens kissed quickly again, then sped off down the corridor in opposite directions.
Harry flew up several flights of stairs, down a few other corridors, and even slipped through two hidden passages. His footsteps echoed loudly on the stone floors, but with everyone at breakfast, there was nobody to hear him run.
After three minutes, he dashed to a halt in front of the Fat Lady, gasping.
"M-mimbulus Mimbletonia!" Harry panted. The Fat Lady's portrait swung open without a word, and Harry dashed inside.
The common room was void of people, and the fireplace was cold and flameless. Morning sunlight was filtering through the windows, and Harry spotted Crookshanks curled up in an armchair.
Crookshanks lifted his head as Harry strode quickly across the room, but quickly lost interest and lowered it back onto his front paws.
Harry reached the staircase and darted up to the door of his dormitory. With a sigh of relief, he pushed inside, then shut the door firmly behind him.
This room, too, was deserted. There were five four poster beds lining the walls, and various trunks were hastily strewn across the floor. Harry walked over to his bed, and slung his bag off his back.
Where was he going to hide the objects he had within the bag? There weren't exactly many places for them to go. And he didn't exactly know how to make things invisible. His father's cloak, as far as he knew, would only hide a living person.
And then it struck him. Hadn't Mad-Eye done something to Harry so that he wouldn't be seen on the way to Grimmauld Place last summer? Yes, he had! Mad-Eye had used a disillusionment charm.
Harry opened his bag, and took out all the sex toys he had taken from the room of requirement. He got on his knees, and pushed them under his bed and against the wall, where they were well concealed by darkness. Harry then took out his wand.
Harry had never attempted this charm before, but he knew how it was performed. And it didn't have I be perfect, just believable.
He tapped the small pile with his wand, and muttered the incantation. To his delight, it seemed to work! The objects didn't turn as transparent as Harry himself had, but they did fade away just enough for them to not be noticeable.
With a grin, Harry stood back up, and checked his watch. The grin immediately slid off his face. He had ten minutes until Charms class, and he still needed to get dressed and pack his schoolbag. And as much as he wished he could pull more inspiration from last summer, and make his bag pack itself like Tonks had done for him, he hadn't even tried to learn that spell.
Harry tore off his robes, opened his trunk, and pulled on new ones as quickly as he could. He then turned back to his trunk, as pulled out his textbooks, parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. These items were shoved into his bag, which Harry swung over his shoulder before tearing across the room.
The raven-haired boy bolted through the door, down the staircase, and across the common room. Crookshanks darted out of his chair and under a desk with fright.
It took Harry five minutes to reach Professor Flitwick's classroom. He had barely made it!
Harry dove into a seat at the back of the class between a bewildered looking Ron and Hermione, then leaned back, gasping for breath.
"Harry, you alright, mate?" Ron asked, his eyebrows raised.
"We were ever so worried about you!" Said Hermione, staring concernedly at Harry.
"I'm-I'm fine!" Harry gasped.
"Why weren't you at breakfast? You were gone when I woke up," Ron said, leaning forwards.
It was them that Harry realized he had forgotten to come up with an excuse. He'd had a whole night and morning to come up with one, and here he was with no clue what to say.
"Errrrmmmm."
"You did come up to bed last night, didn't you? After grabbing your bag?" Asked Hermione.
"I- yeah, I did."
"But you weren't at breakfast?"
Harry cast desperately about for any excuse.
"I went to the owlery!" He said triumphantly. "I wanted to send a letter to Sir- I mean, to Snuffles."
Ron immediately relaxed, and seemed to accept the excuse, but Hermione still like troubled.
"But professor McGonagall warned you to be careful about sending letters, remember? She said that channels of communication in and out of Hogwarts are being watched."
Harry thought quickly. "It, erm, wasn't anything big. I just wanted I check up on him. I didn't write anything more than 'how are you' and whatnot."
Hermione shook her head slightly, but dropped the conversation, as Professor Flitwick walked into the room.
"Good morning, class!" He said in his squeaky voice. "Today we will be reviewing the various cleaning charms. Now, who can remind us about what those charms are?"
As Hermione's hand shot into the air, Harry leaned back in his chair, and let his thoughts turn briefly to Sunday's Quidditch practice. It promised to be a good one. Clear skies, no reasons for Angelina to yell at Harry, and Ron seemed to be improving with every practice. And of course, there was the great potential for sex with Malfoy.
Harry smiled, and was tempted to fall into a daydream, but he was jerked back to reality when Ron poked him in the ribs, and pointed at Professor Flitwick.
"Now that Mr. potter's rejoined us, let's see if he can't remind us all about the difference between 'Tergeo' and 'Scourgify'."
Harry wiped the sweat from his brow, and turned his broom sharply to the left to avoid a bludger. He vaguely caught sight of one of the twins pelting after it, beaters bat raised high.
This practice session had gone on for so long. They'd been out here since 5:30, and it had already been a little over 2 1/2 hours. They had to be nearly done! They were cutting it pretty close for when Harry was supposed to meet up with Draco.
No sooner had the thought entered his mind than Harry heard Angelina blow shrilly on her captains whistle.
"Alright, Gryffindor, that was a fantastic training! If you keep this up, I know we'll beat Slytherin! Off to the changing rooms with you!"
Harry pelted toward the ground, and leapt lightly off his Firebolt at the entrance to the Gryffindor changing rooms.
"Alright there, Harry?" Ron asked as they walked into the locker room area.
"Yeah, just a bit worn out. Fantastic training! You really were excellent this time!"
"thanks, mate! You weren't too bad yourself." Ron said in a would-be nonchalant voice, but Harry noticed his ears turning slightly red, as they always did when anyone talked about his Quidditch performance.
"Erm, listen, Harry. . . Hermione was saying we really should get going on our mountain of homework, and that she'd be willing to help us out. Do you think after breakfast we could go get started on that?"
Harry bit his lip. He knew that he desperately needed to get a move on his homework, but he had scheduled a meeting with Draco in less than half an hour, and who knew how long that would go on for? Plus, Harry had the whole rest of the day to do his work.
"erm, yeah, that sounds like a plan. It's just that I might be a bit late. I want to stay here for a while on my own and have a nice shower. You know?"
Ron blinked, but recovered quickly. "Oh, yeah, mate! Take your time. We've got hours to do all this stuff."
Harry nodded in appreciation, and sat down silently on a bench as everyone slowly changed back into their school robes, and filtered out of the changing room to head back up to the castle.
Ron was one of the last to go. He bade Harry a fond "see you later, then!", and set off back to the castle, leaving Harry on his own.
Harry wasn't sure of how to present himself to Draco when he came. He was drenched in sweat, so nothing seemed appealing to him. In the end, he just sat silently, fidgeting with his watch.
After about ten minutes, there came a strong knock on the changing room door. Harry bolted upright and across the room.
He paused momentarily at the door, before wrenching it open. And there in the doorframe stood his lover. His white hair was swept slightly into his pale and pointed face, and his grey eyes where staring directly into Harry's green ones. One of his eyebrows was cocked, and a small, playful smile was flitting across his perfect lips.
"Sorry it took me so long, Potter. I had to go around all the Gryffindors making their way back up to the castle. I think Weasley might have spotted me for a second, but everything worked out.
Draco winked, and Harry gulped.
"Aren't you going to invite me in? We can't do anything out here. And I assume you're all alone in there?"
Harry grinned. "Yeah, of course. Follow me, Draco."
Harry led the way back into the changing rooms, towards the showers. As soon as they walked into the room, the two boys turned and embraced one another. Their mouths met hungrily, and their tongues set about dancing with one another.
"Mnnnnn. . . Harry, my naughty boy. . . You're all sweaty!" Malfoy gasped as his body wriggled with his lovers. Malfoy started tearing off their robes indiscriminately.
"We'll have to wash you off, now, won't we?"
Harry let out a moan of longing, and tugged Draco towards one of the showers as their robes fell down around their feet.
Draco's cock pressed into Harry's stomach even through his underwear. As Harry worked to get his own underwear off, he maneuvered the two of them into the small square stall shower area. Harry hopped on one foot, still passionately kissing Draco, then threw his underwear out onto the floor.
A few seconds later and both of Harry's filthy socks joined the pile on the floor. And within a few moments after that, Draco's undergarments flew across the room too.
Harry slid the glass shower door closed, and move his hand around blindly for the knob that would turn the shower on as Draco slammed him against the wall. Harry felt their cocks snake together, and gasped with apprehension.
Harry's hand made contact with the knob, and he turned it hard to the left. The two naked teens were doused suddenly in a brief shower of frigid water.
"Aaahhhh! Shit, Harry! A little warning next time, love." Draco said, his teeth chattering.
But already the water was warming up. The blonde and raven-haired Twinks pushed themselves gratefully into the spray, and their mouths met once more.
Malfoy's hands slid down to Harry's ass, and began spreading open his cheeks. He moved the couple slightly to the right so that the steaming water began rushing down onto Harry's asshole, lubing it up.
Darco then rotated Harry, so that the boy's back was pressed against his chest, and his own cock was perfectly positioned for penetration.
"Do it, love." Harry whispered, and he leaned his neck back and closed his eyes so that his face was directly in the hot spray from the shower.
Draco kissed Harry's neck, and pushed slowly into his lover. Draco's face screwed up with pleasure, and Harry opened his mouth into an O shape, and moaned sensually. Draco reached around Harry, and grabbed onto his cock, and began jacking him off as he thrusted into him.
"Harry, are you in here? I saw Malfoy sneaking down here on my way back to the castle, so I came back to check on-!"
Harry turned his head so fast he felt a vein pop in his neck. But he hardly noticed it. For there, standing at the shower entrance, holding open the glass door, was Ron, who was staring open mouthed at at Harry and Draco, naked in the shower. What was worse was that Draco's cock was still deep inside Harry.
