Author's Note: A million thanks to the lovely Deb for all her hard work in editing this and equal thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. *Squishes*

Draco couldn't stand it any longer. He had to know. He had to discover the identity of the girl behind the wall. Somewhere in the back of his head a voice scoffed, but he quickly shot that down. Of course it was a girl. She was in the girls' locker room, after all.

He'd tried not to be so violent in taking his pleasure, but the way that mouth moved and took every bit of him had made him thrust harder, giving it everything he had. He still couldn't manage to wipe the grin from his face as he crept outside and waited under the stands for someone to come out of the locker room, then he'd know who his mystery girl was. He'd started to wonder how often she did this and how many boys lingered too long in the locker room to get these fantastic blowjobs. Was she the Hogwarts courtesan or had this just been a random happenstance? He couldn't see how that was possible as much as he wished it were.

Something about the idea of his cock slamming into a mouth where hundreds had been before him was not appealing. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, knowing that if he discovered who it was now, it would completely ruin this experience for him forever. There was no possible way that whoever that mouth belonged to could live up to any of Draco's lofty expectations.

As the door to the locker rooms opened, Draco clamped his eyes shut and dropped to his knees behind the shrubs so he couldn't see who exited. It was a split second decision, but Draco stayed there long enough for the mystery girl to make her escape. He felt a mixture of relief and regret when he finally opened his eyes and found the area devoid of another soul. Letting out a deep sigh, Draco got up, dusted himself off and made for the dungeons. There would always be tomorrow to try again.

Harry felt a subtle tap on his shoulder as he exited Charms and turned to see stormy gray eyes boring into him. "Malfoy." Harry greeted, his tone bordering between curt and intrigued. He had to assume the blond was somehow angling for another fight, but why, Harry had no idea.

"Can I speak to you a moment?" he asked, and if it had been anyone else, Harry might have said he sounded shy.

Glancing back at Ron and Hermione, who were still gathering their things, Harry shrugged. They were giving each other that look, so Harry wagered his disappearance wouldn't be missed. He followed Draco down the hall, away from the bustling students heading to their next class.

"So, about yesterday…I was sort of an arse," Draco started, a flush high on his cheeks that did something clenchy to Harry's heart.

He stifled his surprise for the moment and merely quirked a dark brow. "Sort of?" he teased.

Draco frowned but clearly wasn't willing to elaborate on that. "Yes. Sort of."

"And?" Harry pressed, thoroughly amused by Draco's discomfort and unwilling to relieve it just yet.

Draco glowered mildly. "And, I shouldn't have been."

That was probably as close to an apology as Harry could ever expect from the blond, so he just nodded and let him off the hook. "It's forgotten."

"Thanks," Draco muttered, his gaze lingering on Harry for a long moment before he turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving Harry to wonder what in the world was happening between them lately. As he rounded the corner to rush to Astronomy, he ran into Ginny outside of her Arithmancy class.

"You look like you're feeling better," she chimed, looking delighted.

"I feel amazing," Harry replied, forgetting his lie from last night and wincing at the memory. "That extra sleep really did me some good," he added before he could stop himself.

"I'm glad," she whispered, slipping up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "So, are we on for tonight?"

Harry swallowed. "Um…."

Ginny nudged his side. "Oh, come on. You're not going to bail on me two nights in a row, are you?"

"No. I just..." Harry thought fast, rocking on the balls of his feet. "I just have an essay to finish first. How about meeting an hour later than usual?"

"It's a date," Ginny replied easily and kissed him quickly before disappearing into class and making Harry late for his. His tardiness was the least of his worries though. He should have told her then and there that they were over, that it wouldn't work between them. Well, maybe not just then. But like an arse, instead of meeting her before so he could break things off, he arranged to meet her after, so it didn't ruin his date with the cock.

He snorted to himself. Date. What the fuck was wrong with him? Sucking a random cock in the wall did not constitute a date, unless perhaps the cock bought him dinner first.

Upon exiting the classroom later, he spotted Draco leaning against the wall, chatting with Theo, his pose sleek and casual. Harry couldn't help letting his gaze linger on Malfoy's flat abdomen and lithe hands, or the way he balanced so perfectly with his ankles crossed just so. As Harry's eyes traveled back up, taking in the sharp features of the blond's face, he found he wasn't the only one staring. Draco's piercing gray eyes caught his and held the contest of wills while Theo huffed and stormed off. As soon as Theo left his side, Draco shot Harry a subtle smirk and went after his friend. Harry was beginning to understand his own feelings for Malfoy, but he still couldn't explain what had Draco acting so peculiar with him. With no plausible answers in mind, Harry chalked it up to just another Slytherin oddity and headed for the Great Hall for lunch.

"Are you fucking Potter?" Theo asked his friend the moment Draco's arse hit the sofa he'd absconded. Theo hadn't even bothered to look up from his book when he asked, his eyes still following the lines back and forth across the pages.

Draco made a show of glancing at his lap and pursed his lips. "I don't seem to be, no."

Theo rolled his eyes and shut the book with a sharp snap. "You've been disappearing every night this week and you've been acting strangely around him. Stranger than usual even, which is saying something."

"Not that it's any of your business, but Potter has nothing to do with where I'm going every evening," Draco assured him.

Theo frowned, clearly thinking that was a bold-faced lie. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me where it is you've been sneaking off to?"

A defensive anger filled Draco's veins and he scowled. "I'm sorry, did I miss the part where you and I were dating? I don't owe you an explanation of my whereabouts."

Theo's eyes narrowed to dark slits and he stood abruptly. "You're a fucking prick sometimes, Draco," he hissed and stormed up the stairs to their dorm. Draco stared after him for a long time, wondering why he was turning his life upside down for a series of blowjobs, but then he remembered how fucking fantastic they were and he got up to take a shower before he left for his nightly rendezvous with the mouth.

His mind had been plagued all day with thoughts of who his mystery person might be. He knew he couldn't put off finding out for much longer, if at all. Tonight was the night. He felt it in his bones.

Harry swallowed every drop and practically begged for more, his throat drinking down the mystery boy's come as he palmed his own aching erection. As he allowed the thick phallus to slip from his lips and back into the boys' locker room, he felt a renewed pang of regret that he had no idea who these encounters were with or whether or not they would continue. He'd spent the entire day looking forward to this moment when he felt his most intimate and connected, and it wasn't lost on Harry how pathetic that was. He'd never felt more sexy or wanted than he did just now, sucking off a stranger.

Sighing heavily, he got to his feet and wiped at the corners of his mouth, turning to find he wasn't alone. "Ginny," he breathed, his voice careful and light. "You're early." He had no idea how much of that she'd seen, and he certainly wasn't going to give away more than he had to. The look on her face, however, clearly told him that she'd seen enough.

She swallowed thickly, and it seemed to Harry that she was on the verge of tears. "How long," was all she said in a small voice that cracked with each word. The sound struck Harry's heart with a deep-seated sadness he hadn't anticipated feeling toward her when they broke up.

"Just a few days," Harry replied, not knowing if she meant how long since he'd been cheating or how long since he'd known he enjoyed other men. The answer was the same either way.

She choked slightly at his response. "So the other night when we…." Harry gave a hesitant nod, stepping forward to grab her hand, but she yanked it out of his reach. "Don't touch me," she warned, and he thought that was more than fair, so Harry dropped his hand.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't…intentional. I hadn't planned to…"

"Shut up," she hissed curtly, shaking her head. "I don't want to hear it. In fact, I don't want to hear you say another word to me again," she bit out before turning and fleeing the room, slamming the locker room door behind her.

Harry merely slumped to the floor where he stood, his eyes wide with shock. He felt paralyzed, his mind reeling with so many possibilities of what could happen now. Ginny could ruin his entire life with the information she held, and she'd be justified in doing so. Harry felt like a creep. Never before had he knowingly betrayed someone, and telling himself he'd been planning to break things off with her anyhow didn't help. He'd hurt her, and even if he had discovered he didn't want a romantic relationship with Ginny, she was still his friend, and he should have done better by her.

But it was too late now.

Draco's head rested against the cold tile while he resumed breathing, allowing his heart a moment to settle before stuffing himself back into his trousers. He had to know who this mystery girl was. It had only been a few days but all he'd been able to think about in the last seventy-two hours is the feeling of that hot mouth and the curiosity of whom it belonged to. No other girl had ever captured his attention this way, as ridiculous as it sounded even in his own head to be enraptured by a blow job.

Perhaps, given how lenient his parents had been with him since the war, Draco might even be able to persuade them to let him take this mystery girl in his marriage contract instead of whomever they currently had in mind. He silently hoped she was a pureblood, which would certainly help his case.

He never even stopped to check his reflection in the mirror before slipping outside and ducking behind a corner, peering out to watch the door to the girls' locker room. He waited for what seemed like ages when finally the door opened and a slight figure stepped out. It was so dark out, but the moonlight caught her hair and revealed the crimson shade of it.

Draco's heart stopped beating, his jaw slack with surprise. He knew who it was before the girl turned to see if anyone was watching her leave. Luckily his Seeker reflexes allowed him to dodge out of view before she saw him.

Ginny Weasley, Potter's girlfriend, had been giving him secret blowjobs all week. He should have been elated. He should have run straight to Gryffindor tower to rub it in Potter's scarred face, but instead he turned his head and emptied his stomach quietly onto the gravel beside him.

Harry spent the entire following day trying to catch Ginny's attention, trying to plead his case, apologize and convince her not to tell anyone what only she knew about him. At breakfast she snubbed him, completely ignoring every word he uttered until even Hermione shot him a curious look. In the halls, he'd catch sight of her, but as soon as their eyes met across the sea of bodies, she'd maneuver out of his reach and dodge down a different path. She never even bothered showing up for lunch, and by dinner, Harry wasn't sure if it was a blessing or not that he hadn't gotten to speak to her and shove his foot further into his mouth.

When he entered the common room that evening, he found her curled up in a chair with a book and she looked so peaceful, he decided not to disturb her. If she wanted to blurt around to the whole school what she'd witnessed, it was perfect karmic justice.

He turned around and slipped back out the portrait hole, heading straight for the locker rooms without even thinking. He knew what would take his mind off of all this, but he was sorely disappointed to find the showers well and truly empty for the first time all week.

Slumping against the wall, Harry waited for hours for the cock to appear, but it never did, and it gave Harry plenty of time to take a good hard look at his life. This wasn't ever going to make him happy. Ginny wasn't the one for him, but out there, somewhere, there would be someone who made him feel as alive and desirable as he'd felt over the last few days with the nameless appendage. When he finally dragged himself from the cold wet floor, Harry had resolved not to come back here again, no matter what the urge.

Theo wasn't speaking to him, Greg and Blaise were playing a very one-sided match of Wizard's Chess in the corner and there wasn't a single book in his collection that caught Draco's interest at the moment. He'd spent all day feeling ill, and despite now knowing who had been responsible for his immense pleasure over the last few days, part of him still wanted to go back.

But he was stronger than that. He resisted the need that coiled tightly in his gut and remained planted in the common room, staring blankly at a portrait of Salazar Slytherin. He wagered the esteemed Founder would have never gotten himself into such a sticky predicament.

"You and Potter have a fight?" Theo mocked, but Draco ignored him. Potter was another story altogether. Hot. Cold. Angry. Nice. He kept flip-flopping every time they ran into one another. It seemed they'd both been in a foul mood today, because their joint Herbology project had ended in a petty bickering match.

Sometimes the way Harry looked at him made his toes curl and his cock twitch, but he passed that off as a side effect from his ignored libido. The more he thought about withholding, the worse the addiction became, at least that's what he'd always heard about people who abused pain potions and the like. This was probably the same.

He shot Theo an appraising glance. The boy was fit, clever and quite attractive; maybe Draco could talk his friend into relieving a bit of this pressure. But no, Theo was just that, his friend. They had been since children, and as cross as Theo was with him at the moment, for some inexplicable reason, he wasn't going to worsen the situation by suggesting he let Draco use him for sex.

Resolved to his night of fathomless boredom, Draco got up and curled up on the sofa next to Theo. After a long pause, Theo began combing his fingers through Draco's hair as he started reading again. After so long a friendship, he knew Theo couldn't stay angry with him for too long.

Long after everyone else, including Theo, slipped off to bed, Draco still had trouble quieting his mind. He made his usual rounds when something was plaguing him – nicking a snack from the kitchens, wandering up to the Astronomy tower to look out over the grounds before slipping over to the Prefect's bath to chat with Moaning Myrtle.

He didn't tell her anything significant, but sometimes just talking with someone who didn't judge him was nice. But soon she was slipping off down the pipes again, leaving Draco to his own thoughts, not yet ready to head back to his dorm.

Harry stared at the burgundy draping on his canopy bed, watching it flutter gently with the breeze wafting in through the open window. It was brisk out, but Harry had never minded the cold much, especially now when he wished more than just his toes would go numb.

What had he done?

The look on Ginny's face, one of horror and dismay, sent Harry's blood freezing through his veins. He could imagine that same look on the faces of his friends and family, George, Molly and Arthur, but worse; he could see that same look on Hermione and Ron's faces too. Harry sighed and scrubbed his hands through his hair, knocking his glasses askew. He'd royally fucked up this time.

Not that there was an easy way to tell everyone he loved that he seriously suspected he was gay, but having Ginny find him like that and tell the whole world behind his back was really not the way he'd had in mind. In fact, his problem had stemmed from the fact that he hadn't really given it much concern at all. He'd simply dodged his boyfriendly responsibilities and indulged in illicit behavior without thinking. As hard as it was to acknowledge these new feelings, he should have made himself pay more attention to what he was doing to everyone else with his actions.

Clearly he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, so Harry threw the covers off and got out of bed, trudging across the room to quietly dress. Throwing his cloak on, Harry slipped silently from the dorm and through the empty common room until he was out in the corridors. He wandered aimlessly for a long time, unsure where he wanted to go from here, both literally and figuratively. He wondered if it would be cleaner to preempt whatever outing Ginny had in mind for him and tell everyone himself, or just let it happen and weather the fallout as he had his whole life. Either option sounded exhausting.

When he found himself pacing back and forth in front of the Prefect bathroom doors, Harry nudged them open and headed to the sinks to splash some water on his face. It wasn't until he'd yanked the cloak away that he noticed he had company.

"You're not supposed to be here, Potter," drawled a familiar voice, an equally familiar shock of blond hair filling the mirror beside his own reflection.

"If I recall correctly, neither are you, Malfoy," he responded with a quirked brow. "Wasn't your Prefect badge revoked at the beginning of the year?" he goaded, feeling too rubbish to care about their truce at the moment.

"It wasn't revoked," Draco spat, voice laced with venom. "I surrendered it of my own volition, thank you so very much." Based on the bitterness in the Slytherin's tone, Harry doubted that was the whole truth, but he decided he'd rather leave it be. He had too much on his mind already to deal with the petulant blond. Instead he merely turned the tap on and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he found Draco staring at him intently.

"What now?" he sighed, figuring Draco was still angling for a fight.

Malfoy blinked, as if pulling himself from a dream. "What are you even doing up so late?"

"What are you doing up so late?" Harry countered.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I couldn't sleep," he replied rigidly.

"Neither could I," Harry agreed, turning and leaning against the bank of sinks and giving Malfoy his full attention. "Something you want to get off your chest?" he offered as amicably as he could.

Draco made a noise that was halfway between a scoff and a panicked gasp. "With you? Hardly."

Crossing his arms over his chest in determination, Harry felt an odd sense of empathy for his rival and pressed on. "Is it about your Father? I heard his trial is coming up in the next week or so."

Draco's features turned from stoic to menacing in the span of a blink, and Harry suppressed a shudder. "The Malfoy family affairs have nothing to do with you, Potter. Keep your filthy nose out of my business," Draco warned.

Harry lifted his arms in surrender. "Fine. I was only trying to be civil, since you insist on hanging about and staring at me," he huffed.

"I wasn't staring," Draco seethed. "And I was here first. Why don't you leave instead of hanging about in my way?"

"Fine!" Harry shouted, lifting his cloak to throw it over his shoulders. "I'll be happy to leave."

"Fine!" Draco shouted childishly back at him. "And perhaps you should be more concerned with your own affairs, Potter," he added, a devious smirk on his face as Harry turned to leave. "Did you even know that your precious girlfriend has been cheating on you?"

Harry went eerily still at the words. "No. She hasn't." He'd been the one cheating; besides, Malfoy was just trying to get under his skin. He couldn't possibly know what had transpired.

Draco's smirk only widened at Harry's protest. "Oh, trust me. I know firsthand. She's been sucking me off in the boys' locker room every night this week."

"T-that's impossible," Harry argued defensively. He was not going to allow Malfoy to spread lies about Ginny, girlfriend or not. "I've been with her nearly every night this week."

"How sneaky of her. Perhaps your little Weasley slag has more Slytherin in her than just my come then," he remarked crudely, and Harry clenched his hands into fists at his sides.

"Take it back, Malfoy. Ginny would never ever come near your cock," he spat, fingers twitching near his wand.

"Well, she didn't know it was me exactly." Draco shot him a devilish grin and Harry's eyes widened in confusion.

"What do you mean she didn't know it was you? Did you use Polyjuice or something?" he asked, irritation in his voice. "Godric, please tell me you didn't change into me. Even for a sick git like you, that's taking your obsession with me overboard," he goaded.

"I'm not obsessed with you, Potter," Draco snarled. "Why don't you go and ask your filthy girlfriend how many cocks she's sucked through the glory hole in the locker room? She's quite spectacular at it. I'm almost envious of you, Potter," Malfoy added with a wicked smirk, but Harry had lost all ability to speak. He went silent as the implication of Malfoy's words sunk in.

"You're wrong, Malfoy," Harry told him in a broken whisper. "Ginny's never touched you." Instead of elaborating, Harry turned on his heel and ran from the Prefect's bathroom as fast as his legs would carry him. He didn't care that his invisibility cloak was only partially covering him and that anyone who saw him would see a disembodied head and feet running past. He just had to get away from that room, from that boy, and process this somehow.

All this time he'd been giving parts of himself, parts that no one else had ever known, to Draco Malfoy.

Author's Note: *Snickers* That is all.