A/N: I am so sorry this took forever to get out to you guys. I have been super busy with wrapping up summer school and moving. We are done moving and just have unpacking to do, but hopefully after that's done and I get back from a mini-vacation I'll be able to write more before heading back to work lol. Anyway, this chapter is super short, fluffy, and a bit troublesome at the same time :) Enjoy!

Chapter 22: Caught Again

Around three in the morning, Harry was roused from a very relaxed and restful sleep by the sound of someone coming into Draco's room. He sat up quickly and reached for his wand. As he was about to stupefy whomever was in the room, they spoke.

"Oh, Mister Potter, sir, I'm so sorry to disturb you, but I have an urgent message for you and Master Draco from Miss Parkinson," a tiny elf announced quickly.

Harry reached over and shook Draco awake. Draco groaned loudly and muttered something incoherently. "Draco, wake up," Harry whispered urgently. Draco groaned again and flailed his arms, smacking Harry in the face. Harry growled and shoved him back. Draco's eyes opened wide and narrowed into a glare. He was about to shove Harry back when he caught sight of the wand in his hand. He sat up quickly and reached for his wand as well. Harry shook his head and chuckled quietly.

When Draco's lumos landed on the now shaking elf, he dropped his wand and stared at the elf angrily. "Tippy, what are you doing here?" he demanded.

"I's have a message from Miss Parkinson, master," Tippy said in a high voice.

"A message? Why didn't she just floo call?" he asked in confusion.

Harry grinned and blushed as he glanced over at him. Draco returned his gaze and colored as well remembering exactly why she could not get through the floo. "What is the message, Tippy?" Harry asked kindly.

Tippy looked up at him with wide eyes. "She said that Mister Potter needs to get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible. Professor McGonagall is looking for him," Tippy replied.

Harry's eyes widened fearfully and looked over at Draco who was looking equally afraid. Harry leapt out of bed and scrambled to gather his clothes. Draco also jumped out of bed, helping him look for them. Finally, after Harry had a shirt, pants, and shoes on, he walked over to the floo and grabbed some floo powder. Draco walked over to him and looked at him. They stared at each other for several seconds and then smiled.

"Too bad our night was cut short," Draco whispered as he cupped Harry's cheek in his hand.

Harry nodded. "Yes, but if McGonagall catches me, there will be no more nights or days together," he replied with a nervous chuckle.

Draco smiled and leaned forward to press an intense kiss to Harry's lips. They broke apart as if it pained them to be apart. "Go, before she catches you then. I'll see you soon," he whispered as he pressed a tender, loving kiss to his lips again.

"See you and Draco," he looked up and met Draco's gray eyes, "I love you," he finished. He kissed Draco again before he stepped back and into the fireplace.

Draco stared at him for a moment, his heart aching at the thought of being away from him any longer than they already have. "Gods, I love you too," Draco gushed as he stepped into the fireplace and pulled Harry into a heated kiss. Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck and pushed their bodies together. Draco responded passionately and nearly pulled him back to his bed if Tippy hadn't spoken once again.

"Mister Potter, she was very urgent and she said that you should go to the Gryffindor Tower," Tippy urged. She was watching the two with rapt attention.

Harry broke the kiss and nodded. "Thank you, Tippy," Harry replied sincerely. He gave Draco one last kiss before pushing him out of the fireplace. Harry dropped the floo powder down and called out his destination. He locked eyes with Draco before he felt the tug of flooing.

He tumbled out of the fireplace in the Gryffindor tower just as the portrait opened and Professor McGonagall stepped in. He stood up quickly and brushed any remaining floo powder off his clothes. When he looked up, his eyes fell on a very stern and angry looking McGonagall. He gave her a sheepish smile and blushed.

"Mister Potter! Where have you been? I did bed checks at curfew and you were not there. I did bed checks an hour later and you still were not there. Young man, I suggest you tell me where you've been or else you will be serving detention with me for the rest of your time here!" McGonagall scolded. Harry stared at her with wide eyes and his lips moved, but no sound came out.

McGonagall looked at the clothes he was wearing and scowled. "How is Mister Malfoy?" she asked in a stern voice.

Harry's eyes widened further and he looked down his clothes involuntarily. He let out a surprised gasp as he realized that he was wearing monogrammed Malfoy pajama bottoms and his t-shirt and some dragon hide shoes that he knew were most definitely not his. He looked up at McGonagall with a sheepish smile. "He's doing well," Harry replied in a high-pitched voice.

McGonagall crossed her arms. "Go to bed. We'll discuss your punishment in the morning and be sure to let Mister Malfoy know that he is not going to get out of this. Things may be safer for you now, Harry, but you cannot just leave the castle without telling someone especially over the holidays. Be more mindful the next time you get the thought in your head that you just need to see Mister Malfoy and it can't possibly wait until after the holidays," she apprehended, her tone softening towards the middle, but returning to a harder tone by the end.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall," Harry replied. He hung his head, his face coloring further.

McGonagall looked at him for several more moments before she turned and walked out of the common room, a small smile curving at her lips. Harry sighed and headed for the stairs. He was not looking forward to his punishment and he had to be sure that Draco was forewarned in case McGonagall contacted him later.

He quickly penned a letter to Draco and sent it off with an eager owl before he settled himself into bed again. He closed his eyes and instantly went back to being with Draco earlier that evening. It had been absolutely brilliant and despite the scolding that he had received from McGonagall, he couldn't get rid of the wonderful feeling inside of him knowing that Draco loved him and that they had made love in the best way imaginable. He was very eager for the next time that he could be with him. He sighed happily as he fell into a restful sleep.