When Draco woke up he noticed a few strange things, one he was completely naked (which seemed quite odd), two he was warm but slightly wet and three, his pillow was moving. The blonde cracked his eye open, only for it to be assaulted by the garish, bright Gryffindor house colours. 'Shit' Was all Draco could think but something stirred underneath him, drawing his attention away from the room. 'Fuck, shit, fuck. Now I'm in for it.'

As carefully as he could, Draco untangled himself from the brunettes body that had wound around him in his sleep. Glancing around the room Draco was horrified by what he saw, not only was he in a bright red Gryffindor room, he was naked, with no clothes in said Gryffindor room. The blonde threw up his hands and had an inner argument with himself, so as not to wake the other.

Gathering the last of his pride, Draco huffed. There was only one way out of this and he knew it, but would he risk it. After a quick glance out of the tower winder he decided that it would be too early to bump into anyone, 'Gods, Draco! What are you doing?' With that Draco pulled the portrait open, covered his bits with one hand and made a break for it.

Aside from the total mortification about having to run across the school, completely naked and that any teacher could be a light sleeper and be walking across the grounds while he ran past naked (Something he never had even dreamed about), Draco was glad that he had avoided another run-in with Potter. What ever this was, Draco didn't like it, he had a bad feeling about it. Suddenly his fears came true, one moment he was running, the next he was falling face first onto the stone floor.

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Harry woke with a start as a sudden rush of cold air attacked his naked body, wait, naked? It took a few seconds but within moments he felt the swift the rush of rather graphic memories. His eyes snapped open to be greeted by the pale arse of one Draco Malfoy, who at this point in time was walking towards the portrait and swinging it open. Harry felt a surge of anger as the boy sprinted from the common-room. 'How DARE he!' Harry thought. 'He comes up here, casts some random spell on me! Then after he is done stays the night and then runs away in the morning.' Harry took a quick glance around the room and then realized something, 'WITH MY CLOTHES!' Although he hadn't quite recognized the fact that Draco was in fact in the nude.

Harry quickly got up, somehow forgetting the fact that he was currently starkers and then set off after the blonde. Not long after Harry spotted the Slytherin and broke out in a faster pace before jumping and tackling the slimy git to the floor. Time seemed to slow for each boy as they descended onto the cold stones beneath them. Draco's hands had come out to stop the force but he wasn't quick enough and so his elbows managed to receive the brunt of his weight and Harry's as the brunette had landed practically on top of him. However Harry's head had quite a soft landing, it ending up nestled on the firm but squishy cheeks of Draco's arse.

It took a moment for the boys to recover from their fall before setting into action once again. Harry coming back to his senses a moment before Draco, as he had expected the fall, pushed himself up and pinned the blonde beneath him. Harry was now straddling Draco's lower back and holding down Draco's thrashing arms but the Slytherin used the position to his advantage and threw his hips off to the right causing Harry to fall sideways and allowing himself to get Harry pinned down himself. Draco however forgot to pin down the brunettes arms and therefore ended up with a split lip from one of Harry's stray punches.
"What the fuck are you doing Potter?!" Draco yelled.
"Me? You're the one who keeps cursing me! What are you getting out of this?"
"What are you on about Potter I knew you were insane but this is just pathetic. Why would I want anything to do with you?"
"Why? Does wanking to the mere thought of me in old classrooms sound familiar to you?" Harry snapped completely forgetting his serious condition; foot-in-mouth disease.
"Really Potter? Are you that full of yourself? Where would you get an idea like that?" Draco said with a sneer, mentally congratulating himself for successfully messing up Harry's mind.
"Wha-what?! Why would I make up such disgusting things, I s- I Heard it from one of the paintings. They were with you the whole time, the poor things. I've had to send them to St. Mungo's, it was such a horrid experience for them that they went into shock."
"Ha-bloody-ha. You know I didn't think I was the only one enjoying that evening." Harry just scoffed.
"So you admit it then? You have perverted wanking sessions, fantasizing about me?"
"I'm not the only one. Who ran to the nearest toilet to… Relieve their own little problem?" Harry's eyes widened slightly, the change was small but Draco caught it before they changed back to normal.
"Who said I was there? I spent the whole night up in Gryffindor tower."
"Yeah, wanking. You know those portraits really are talkative aren't they screamer potter?" Harry backed away a little from the blonde. This wasn't going to plan.
"You… you know?"
"Well, I do know." Draco said looking very smug whereas Harry snarled in rage, his face, not so pleasant. The brunette lunged foreword, cracking his head onto the Slytherin's.
The boys were now rolling around the hall, each one trying to get above the other, but soon enough they had both stopped, Draco on top of Harry. It was then that the exact same thought hit both boys, causing them to freeze everything else, their minds included. Except for one thought, 'Holy shit! I'm naked!'. Neither had really focused on that point as they had sprinted down the corridor but now it came rushing up to meet them, in full force too.

A familiar warm fuzzy tingle started to sweep over the two, both tried to fight it but soon enough their vision went black. After a blink everything was back to normal, yet in a different light. Harry gazed up at the blonde, he looked amazing but when his sight traveled down to the other boy's neck he couldn't resist. Harry let out a strangled groan and attached his lips to the alabaster neck that was calling out to him. Draco let out a started gasp before moaning and grinding his hips down onto the brunettes steadily growing erection. Harry gave the boy a small bite on his neck and set about kissing and licking the soft spot. Draco writhed under the attention, Harry had found one of his sensitive spots and god it felt good. The brunette moved to the other side to do the same but much harder this time, Draco let out a rumbling groan this time but rather than let Harry carry on licking the bite he pulled the Gryffindor's face up to meet his own. Quickly setting to work on devouring the others lips, the two were lost in the feelings flooding through them that neither could place when or who started it but soon enough they were grinding harshly onto the other. Harry coming up to counter every one of Draco's downwards thrust, they were now both once again rolling around the floor but this time it was slightly different. They weren't being quiet about it either, neither were holding back any of their sounds. All of their groans, moans, gasps and whimpers were pouring out in full volume, echoing throughout the corridor.

It took minutes before the two were gasping and clawing at each other as a warm splash shot between them, increasing the pleasure and making it easier to slid against each other. The final moan rang out, before the only thing disturbing the silence was the harsh panting. They lay, one on top of the other for another moment before a voice rang through their lust filled haze.
"Are you two quite done yet?" Drawled a very familiar silky voice.
Harry looked down into Draco's eyes, they both cringed awkwardly. The same thought echoed through each of their minds,
'Oh Fuck!'.