"Harry."
"Nng."
"Harry."
"What."
"You should get under your Invisibility Cloak unless you want Madam Pomfrey to find us like this."
Harry blearily opened his eyes. It was morning. He could see the nurse's shadow dancing around her office as she prepared for the day.
"Fuck."
"What?"
"Ron and Hermione don't know where I am. They think I went to bed early last night when I came here."
"Better get back to your bed, then, and pretend that you were there the whole time."
Harry stretched and rose from the bed. He heard a snigger and realized that he still had his trousers and underwear pulled down. Hastily, he zipped himself up.
"Enjoy your walk of shame, Potter," Malfoy teased.
"Bugger off." Over and around the Cloak went.
"Wait. One more thing."
"What?"
"Come find me after you've eaten supper."
Harry wondered what he meant, "come find me," but saw Madam Pomfrey exiting her office. He hurried back to the dormitory, where he found Ron still sleeping.
Quietly, he changed clothes and went to breakfast. The day seemed to flow by in a blur of faces and sounds. As Harry left the Griffindor table that evening, he found himself once again making excuses to Ron and Hermione.
When he got to the infirmary, Draco wasn't there. Harry wasn't totally surprised. He took out the Marauder's Map and began scanning the castle for "Draco Malfoy."
He wasn't in Myrtle's bathroom. He wasn't in the Slytherin quarters. Finally, he spotted Draco in a seemingly empty stretch of corridor on the seventh floor. Harry looked at the surrounding architecture and realized he must be standing outside the Room of Requirement.
Harry set off through the castle, and before long he spotted Malfoy down the corridor. When the other boy saw him, however, he turned and vanished into the Room of Requirement.
"Odd," Harry muttered. He hurried forward and found the door into the room unlocked. He glanced behind him, then sneaked into the room.
The scene that met him seemed to be straight out of a romance novel (;D). High windows allowed the winter sun to pour down into the room; despite the copious quantities of glass, the room was quite warm due to the cheerily crackling fire set in a fireplace in the side of the room. In front of the hearth lie what appeared to be a bearskin rug. On the other side of the rug was a massive four-poster bed with rich green drapery, a solid headboard, and luxurious, white sheets.
"Bloody hell, Draco, this is..." he trailed off as he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned.
"Oh."
The most that could be said of Draco's outfit was that it was there–barely. It showed off his thin, muscular frame and creamy, white skin. It also made the pink, puckered scars running across his chest all the more obvious.
"Oh my god," Harry said, reaching out to run a finger lightly across a scar. "Did I do that? I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," Draco said, and he reached up to stroke Harry's forehead. "I like scars. They're a reminder of who we've been, what we've done."
"Care to slip into something more comfortable?"
Draco began slipping Harry's clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Finally, when Harry stood only in his underwear, he reached up, removed Harry's glasses, and dropped them carelessly onto the clothes as the pair's lips pressed together.
With their bare skin rubbing together and their underclothes representing two easily removed final barriers, the kiss quickly escalated. Mouths began to explore faces and necks as hands searched torsos and arses. Two erections quickly swelled to strain at the fabric separating them.
Draco pulled away, taking Harry's hand and leading him over to the bed and shoving him onto his back on the soft bedding. This time, it was Draco who climbed on top to straddle the other boy. He gently bit down on Harry's lower lip before trailing down towards his groin with kisses and licks. He impatiently ripped off the boxers keeping him from his prize.
"Hey! Those were good boxers," Harry protested.
Draco, face inches from Harry's rigid hard-on and taking care to let his warm breath fall on it, said, "I'm sorry. Would you like me to stop?"
"Um... no, please. I mean thanks. I mean–"
Harry cut off as a tongue began making its way up his shaft, stopping just before it reached the frenulum.
"I didn't think so."
Draco's tongue continued to explore Harry's groin, traveling up his prick and lapping at his balls. Eventually, he reached out a hand and, holding the stiff cock away from Harry's body, lowered his mouth over it.
"Mmph."
He went slowly, taking in an inch or two and withdrawing, then going a bit further. At last his nose was pressed against Harry's abdomen and he could feel the tip of his manhood brushing his throat. He pulled his head back and forth experimentally until he found the right angle.
Harry groaned again, reached a hand down, and buried it in the blond's hair. Draco kept bobbing his head up and down until Harry said, "Wait, stop. I don't want to come yet."
Malfoy pulled up with a wet sucking noise. Harry pushed himself up the bed until he was resting against the headboard on a pillow. "Come here."
Pulling off his underwear, Draco straddled Harry's torso with the other boy's arms resting on his thighs. Harry reached up and grabbed Malfoy's arse before pushing him forward, bringing his cock within reach of his mouth.
Harry wasted no time with his tongue, taking the engorged rod straight into his mouth. He worked his way down the shaft until he could go no further. He began the same bobbing motion the other boy had used.
Suddenly, Draco hissed. "Watch the teeth, Potter!"
Harry's response was to look up and hold eye contact with Draco as he continued to lick and suck.
Draco reached down and took a fistful of dark hair. He used it to hold Harry's head still. Slowly, he began to thrust into Harry's mouth.
Harry leaned back until his head was again resting against the headboard. Draco continued to fuck his mouth. He reached out with both hands and grabbed onto the woodwork to steady himself.
"Fuck, gonna come."
Harry pressed his hands into Draco's backside, making it clear he wanted his load in his mouth.
With a final grunt, Malfoy thrusted one last time and released into Harry's throat. Harry attempted to swallow it all, but there was too much at once and he coughed as some dribbled out the corner of his mouth. The Slytherin pulled out and he reached down to finish himself off, but Draco stopped him.
"What?" Harry asked.
Draco bent down to whisper into his ear.
"I want you to fuck me."
Harry coughed again. "What, now?"
A dramatic eyeroll was came in answer. "No, in a week. YES, NOW!"
Draco rolled over onto his back, head resting on a pillow, legs drawn up by his sides. "Fuck me."
Harry gulped. "Um, shouldn't we prepare you or something?"
"By all means. Go ahead."
Harry looked around for lube and some appeared on the bedside table. He grabbed the bottle and poured a generous amount, first onto the prostrate boy's puckered hole, then into his own palm. He slicked his own hand and began massaging the lube over Draco's ass.
Gently, he pressed one finger inside, sliding it back and forth several times before adding a second.
By this time, Draco's erection, which had deflated after his orgasm, began to perk up again. His eyes were closed in an expression of concentration and pleasure.
Harry continued with two fingers for a while, long enough for Draco's hard-on to start throbbing again. He decided to go for a third–his cock was at least that thick. Carefully, he pressed three fingers into Draco's now loosened hole. When Draco's body seemed to have accepted the thickness of three fingers, Harry was ready to replace those fingers with his prick, which was now slowly leaking precum in excitement.
He reached for the lube again, this time spreading an excessive amount over his cock. He rubbed some more onto Draco for good measure.
"Go slow," Draco whispered when he felt the tip of Harry's penis press into his entrance.
Harry obliged, hands gripping Draco's legs, gently pushing forward until he began to slip inside Draco's still tight hole. He pressed in little by little. Finally, he felt Draco's body pressing back against his thighs. He paused for a moment to allow Draco to become accustomed to his girth. Then, slowly, he pulled back and pressed in again.
He increased his speed gradually, marvelling at the smoothness, the warmth, the pressure of Draco. It took a good deal of willpower not to come right then, but he wanted it to last.
"How is it?" he asked.
"Brilliant," Draco breathed. "Just... shift down a little bit... there–oh!"
"Right there?"
Draco nodded fervently.
"Now harder. Faster. Fuck. Yes."
Harry closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his prick sliding in and out of Draco's tight hole, the feeling of his hips slamming into Draco's body, the gasps that responded to each thrust.
Draco, too, had his eyes shut. He moaned and gasped with Harry's pounding, feeling his thick shaft filling him, pressing into him, Harry's hands gripping his legs almost painfully. He felt a stirring deep inside of him; he was a moment's work away from coming again.
He reached down and wrapped a hand around his own manhood. "Gonna come, Harry. Fuck, Harry!"
His cum went flying as Harry briefly continued to pound into him. Then, moaning, "Fuck, Draco!" Harry slammed into Draco one last time, feeling his jizz spurt into Draco's arse. Harry's rapidly shrinking prick slipped out as the two boys collapsed into a sweaty, sticky pile.
"That was... that was..." Harry started.
"Brilliant. Wonderful. Amazing. Fantastic," Draco offered.
"Yes."
Harry could sense a pattern forming as he floated off to sleep, wrapped in Draco's arms.