A/N: Have a sequel. I wasn't sure if I was going to continue it or not, but turns out I did, so…
Anyway. Do read, please tell me what you think.
Harry was laid across Draco's lap, nuzzling the blonde's neck gently. Ever since their first romantic encounter a month ago, the two boys had secretly been meeting in the Room of Requirement whenever they had been able to: both boys had to fit meeting into an already packed schedule containing Quidditch practice, lessons, and studying.
Both longed for each other: Harry longing for Draco's lips, to kiss them over and over again as if the second he let go of them, they'd disappear forever. And Draco longed for the day when finally, after seven painstakingly long years, he would get to go all the way with the only man he had ever loved.
"How was your day, gorgeous?" Draco enquired. The use of the word "gorgeous" had made Harry's heart skip a beat: Draco had never called him that before.
"All the better now I'm with you again."
"Stop being so bloody sentimental Potter, you know I'm not used to it." Harry looked up at Draco, who had a rare genuine smile on his face. "That was a lovely thing to say though, thank you."
"Are you alright, babe?"
"Never better, why?" The blonde looked slightly confused.
"Well, first you call me gorgeous, which you've never done before, and then you thank me as well." Harry continued when no answer was received. "Draco can I ask you something?"
"You just did. But go on, ask away."
"Draco, why do you refuse to show emotion to anyone other than me?"
Draco paused, looking down at Harry, his finger entwining itself around the raven coloured hair. His eyes were misty, as though the blonde was holding back tears, but they were full of love. Harry sat up straight on Draco's lap and cupped his hands around Draco's face lovingly. "I only show emotion around you because you're the only person who cares enough to look past all the stupid mistakes I've made. You're the only person who bothered to break me because you saw that it would make me better. My father taught me that emotion is a sign of weakness. He didn't love my mother, he only married her because it was convenient," Draco spat the word like a curse. "And so I've spent my whole life thinking that emotion was a sign of weakness. You've helped me see otherwise. So thank you, Harry Potter." Draco's eyes were filled with tears threatening to spill, and Harry knew what to do. He gently pulled Draco towards him, raising his head to meet the blonde's. And then, he kissed the teary-eyed boy, slowly and gently. Soon the tears had stopped flowing, and the two boy's tongues danced together, a passionate tango, both fighting for dominance.
As they parted lips to draw air, Draco softly moaned, "Harry," whose head had sunk to meet Draco's neck, biting teasingly at the exposed flesh. Draco squirmed in delight at the feeling. "Don't be such a tease, Potter." Draco pleaded, hands running down the spectacled boy's back, lower and lower. They finally reached their destination and Harry could feel them as they cupped themselves gently around his rear. "Dray, stop."
Draco continued running his hand around Harry's body, his mouth leaving bite marks all over Harry's neck. He looked up, fake pouting. "Aaw, but it was just getting fun. Spoilsport."
"I'm sorry, it's just- Stop it, Malfoy!" Harry shouted, feeling Draco's lips meet his neck again.
Draco unwillingly surrendered Potter's neck and sat up. "What's wrong… Potter?"
"It's still too soon. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I can wait." Draco smirked. "But I am going to get your arse one day, Potter."
Harry smiled as he stood up, gathering his things. It was time to go. "Bye. Malfoy."
"Potter." Harry walked towards the door that lead to the corridor beyond the Room of Requirement. Just before he got to the door, a hand grabbed his wrist and spun him around, and then he found sweet, luscious lips on his. "Goodbye kiss, Potter." Draco smirked.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Same time?"
"Anything for you, Harry." Draco said with a smile and a wink that made Harry's knees buckle.
And Harry exited the Room, imprinting the memory of his goodbye kiss onto his lips. That would last him until tomorrow.
A/N: So what did you think?
I have to write another chapter now, I have to. I just don't want to end up writing smut, because I will fail. Epically. Anything else I'm fine with, it's just… smut's awkward to write for me. Alright to read, awkward to write. Unless I try mega hard, and I don't really want to, to be honest. I'd rather not subject you to my half-failed attempts at smut.
So do tell me what you thought of this guys. And until the next fanfic I bother to post/update…. Live long and prosper!