At 11:58 that night, Draco paced in front of the door to the Room of Requirement, which was currently hidden. Three times he walked the hall, thinking of Harry and his need to spend time with the boy he loved.
A small arched door appeared in the wall. Draco twisted the heavy brass doorknob and caught his breath; a candlelit oasis was waiting inside. The room was small and cozy. On the opposite wall was a built in seat, big enough for two to stretch out comfortably and covered in pillws. Draco crossed the room, careful not to knock over any candles, and at down on the plump cushion.
Draco closed his eyes and drifted.
When he woke, it was to the feeling of soft lips against his own.
"Harry!"
Harry cuddled up to Draco's chest burying his face in the soft fabric of his shirt. "I've missed you, baby," he murmured.
"Why do we have to pretend?" Draco answered. "Why don't we just tell everyone? What's so bad about us?"
"You know your father would find out, and then who knows what would happen."
"Just lay here with me."
They kissed one more time before falling asleep together.