Chapter 20: Meeting

Three days after returning to school, Draco slipped a note in Harry's pocket as he shouldered him out of the way. The Gryffindor glared as best he could. "Shove off Malfoy," he spat as Ron and Hermione scowled at the blonde. As soon as the three entered McGonagall's classroom, Harry took out the note.

Potter,

RoR at Seven. Don't be late.

He smiled at Draco's messy scrawl and tucked the letter back in his pocket before his friends noticed. The remainder of the day passed painstakingly slowly.

Finally, the clock read 6:45 and Harry stood. Ron and Hermione looked up at him with confusion. "Where you goin', mate?" The ginger inquired.

"I have a meeting tonight and I can't be late," he said as he collected his books and shoved them in his school bag.

"With who?" Hermione asked, intrigued.

"No one, just a meeting," he replied, hoping they would just let it go. His excitement disrupted his thinking, making it hard for him to formulate a proper lie. The two regarded him with skepticism for a few moments before shrugging and turning back to their homework. He hated to keep Draco a secret, but they wouldn't understand. Plus, telling them meant having to reveal his home-life.

Harry arrived at the Room of Requirement five minutes late. He stepped into a small stone room and set his bag down. In the corner stood a deep maroon four poster bed, beside it, sat a leather couch facing a fireplace. Harry didn't care much what the room looked like, though he'd expected something more elaborate from Draco. The Slytherin seemed to appear out of thin air in front of him. Harry stared breathlessly at him. He was shirtless and wearing only his silk boxers. Draco pulled Harry to him by his tie, crushing their lips together painfully. Though, neither one of them cared; they were too driven by need.

Draco steered them to the bed as he pulled off the Gryffindor's robes. He smiled greedily as he pulled a pesky t-shirt over messy raven hair. Pausing only for a few moments to stare at the beautiful body before him, he quickly moved to the jeans that were painfully constricting his love's hard-on.

Harry's hands explored the muscular chest before him, feeling each beat of his excited lover's heart. His breath hitched as he felt the cool draft lick his exposed legs.

A primal growl emanated from Draco's throat as he grabbed Harry's ass and nipped his collar bone, pulling him closer.

Harry moaned at the touch and the warmth if the solid body against him as he slid the blonde's boxers off. He lowered himself to his knees and teased the tip of Draco's cock with his tongue. The blonde moaned and Harry parted his lips, taking in as much of him as he could. He reached down and ripped off his own boxers, as they were getting incredibly uncomfortable. Draco thrust into Harry's mouth, enjoying the slick sensation.

Before he came, Draco pulled out and directed Harry onto the bed, with his tie once again. He pushed him into the mattress and crawled atop the Gryffindor. "I missed you," he said with a husky voice.

"Missed you more," Harry said as he handed Draco the lube he found on the bed.

The blonde smirked as he lathered the two of them, teasing Harry the whole time.

Harry's cock ached for contact, for any kind of release. "Please, Draco," he begged.

"I think I enjoy it when you beg," the Slytherin said as he teased him some more. He licked him from his chest to hips.

"Fuck me," he cried.

Draco nearly came at the need in his voice. He positioned himself at Harry's entrance and slowly eased in, careful to not hurt him too much. His fingers tightened around the Gryffindor's hips, holding him.

Harry hissed with pain and pleasure as Draco started thrusting, He brought his legs up and wrapped them around him, forcing him deeper. A moan escaped his lips as he clawed at the sheets.

Draco increased pace, repeatedly hitting Harry's prostate. He screamed as he cock ached, truly ached, for release. A final thrust and he came in him, screaming his name. He pulled out and looked down at his lover with a smirk. His mouth closed around Harry's prick and sucked him. It didn't take long for him to come, as he'd been on edge for so long.

Harry's fingers tangled themselves in Draco's hair as he screamed in ecstasy. He fell back into the pillows, fully spent and breathing heavily. The blonde laid down beside him, curling into his chest. "That was brilliant," Harry mumbled into the light hair.

The Slytherin smiled and exhaled heavily on Harry's chest. "It was," he agreed before kissing the Gryffindor tenderly. "How have your first few days been?"

"Incredibly easy, except for one thing."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"You're not there with me. And glaring at you is hard as all hell," he remarked.

"You really are a Gryffindor," he replied, staring into the emerald eyes. Harry sighed and traced Draco's ribs.

"How do you do it?" When he saw the confusion on the blonde's face, he restated, "How do you act like you hate me so well?"

A smirk crossed Draco's face. "Simple, I never look you in the eyes." Harry's brows furrowed. "It's easier when I think about why I have to do it. We can't get caught, Harry," he said seriously and caressed his jaw.

"I know," he replied, dejected. Harry wanted so badly to just get to throw himself into Draco's arms each morning, or better yet, come home to them in his bed every night. He knew it was stupid to wish for the impossible and just decided to enjoy tonight.

Draco's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. Harry smiled as he nuzzled into his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. Almost as though the blonde read his mind, he whispered, "I'll never let you go."

"I love you."

"And I you," he replied softly as they fell asleep.