7:50. Harry, again beneath the cloak, stood by the suit of armor. He nervously glanced up and down the hall. There was Eric. The Ravenclaw stopped outside the door to the Room of Requirement.

"Are you here, Potter?"

Harry was silent.

"Answer me, are you here?"

"Yes." Harry spoke low and quiet, obviously unhappy with this situation.

"Good. Follow me." He opened the door and stepped inside, holding it open for Harry. After a moment, he shut it and turned around. "Don't take off that cloak, Potter. Stand over by that wall. No, I suggest you sit. Are you there?"

Harry sat by the wall, did he have another option? "Yes."

"Then I will tell you why you are here." Eric began pacing the room. "You are here to learn. I guarantee you that you will learn things tonight you never expected to know." Harry had no idea what was going on. "You will come to understand. Now, Draco will be here shortly. You will stay there and stay quiet."

"Wait –" Harry started to argue.

"You are not in a position to contradict, Potter."

"Nalemen, I am backed into a corner right now. But I warn you. Don't screw with me again."

"Right, Potter." Eric's voice was sarcastic. "Just keep your mouth shut."

They sat in silence. When eight o'clock rolled around, Eric stood and walked to the door. It opened and Draco walked right into his arms. Eric closed the door quickly and kissed Draco, pulling the blonde onto his toes. Soon, the Slytherin moaned quietly. Eric broke the kiss to speckle light touches down Draco's jaw line and neck to his shoulder, pulling the clothing out of his way as he went. As he reached Draco's collarbone, he stopped and glanced up in Harry's general direction, grinning maniacally.

In the pause, Draco pulled back. "Ravenclaw's on the pitch again tonight?"

"No." Eric kissed him again, running his hands up under Draco's shirt. He began to lead Draco toward the bed, taking clothing off as he went. They reached the edge and Draco sat down heavily.

"No? Then why tonight? How did you get away?"

"Don't worry about it." The dark boy placed a knee on either side of the Slytherin. "Drake?"

Draco looked worried. "What?"

"Will you do me a favor?" He brushed his fingers over the pale chest before him.

"A favor?"

"Yes. Let me blindfold you."

Draco blinked. "Blindfold?"

Eric drew a blindfold from his pocket. "Yes. Humor me."

Draco reached up to Eric's shoulder and ran his hand along the Ravenclaw's shirt. He stopped at the edge of his pants, and then nodded. Eric carefully tied the blindfold on.

"Can you see?"

"No."

"Good." Eric turned toward Harry and mimed covering his ears a few times. Harry got the message and plugged his ears thoroughly. They had studied this in Charms. He was going to use a mesmer on Draco.

A mesmer was very advanced magic, rarely taught due to its potential as a dark arts tool. As Harry watched, Eric muttered his mesmer multiple times, until Draco sat slightly slumped on the bed. Finally, he stopped and waved a hand, indicating that Harry could uncover his ears.

"Don't worry about him, he's mesmerized." Eric addressed Harry.

"I know."

"Ah, so you have heard of the mesmer. Good. Then you will follow what happens next without more explanation from me. I encourage you to watch, and enjoy," he laughed dryly, "but be quiet. I don't want you to affect the outcome."

The outcome? Eric seemed far too pleased with himself. But there was little Harry could do at this point. Eric turned to Draco.

"Draco Malfoy, can you hear me?"

"Yes." Draco's voice in no way belied his mesmerized state. It was strong and sharp, even slightly irritated.

"Wonderful." Eric pulled off his own shirt so that both boys wore only their pants. He shifted so that he straddled the sitting form, his ankles lightly crossed behind Draco. His hands slid up the Slytherin's shoulders to cup his head as Eric caught his lips in a kiss. Draco responded, leaning into the kiss and wrapping his arms around Eric's waist. The brunette broke the kiss and moved his mouth close to Draco's ear. He spoke so quietly, Harry almost couldn't hear him.

"Draco, release reality." Draco's arms fell limply to Eric's thighs. He continued. "I am someone. You know who. I am the person you most want me to be. The person you want to spend every night with. That is me. Understood?"

As he spoke, Draco's hands seemed to regain life. They slid under Eric's butt and pulled him in closer. In fact, it seemed that the blonde was already licking and teasing at Eric's throat when the question was posed. He did, however, answer. "Yes, kiss me."

Eric glanced toward Harry and his eyes flashed. Was that jealousy? Then he obliged, kissing Draco to an enthusiastic response. He elicited small moans with almost no effort. Not breaking the kiss, he worked his way back onto his knees, lying Draco back on the bed, though his legs still hung off to the floor.

When he finally did break the kiss, it was to speak. "Get up on the bed." Draco obliged, lying blindfolded in the center of the bed and waiting. Eric didn't make him wait long. Quick as a flash, he straddled Draco on his hands and knees, dropping his head into a kiss. Draco moaned again and his hands began to fumble with the front of Eric's pants.

"No, no, not for me." Eric sounded almost pained saying that. He dropped and began kissing Draco's throat. From there, he began to work his way down.

The look on Draco's face was ten different shades of erotic. Eric was still working on Draco and had begun speaking.

"Who am I, Draco?"

The blonde moaned and thrust into his hand.

"Draco, what is my name?"

Another moan and Eric sped up. His voice took on a tone of ultimate command. "Say my name!"

Draco's back arched. His cry rang around the room:

"Harry!"