Draco Was A Masochist

By the time Harry had arrived to Potions, he had already decided he would take Draco to the Room of Requirement, he just needed to tell Draco where to meet him.

Harry sat down next to Ron and began copying down instructions for a potion they were going to make. When Snape directed them to get their ingredients from the Potion’s storeroom, Harry seized his chance.

“I’ll get the ingredients Ron,” Harry said, getting out of his chair.

Ron nodded and began searching for the page they needed in his Potions book.

Harry and half of the other students all rose to get their ingredients. Harry held back, pretending to search for what he needed from the storeroom, motioning for Draco to do the same.

Soon all of the other students had gone back to their seats, and Harry and Draco were left alone in the Potions storeroom.

“You still want more?” Harry whispered.

Draco stepped forward and kissed Harry. He made sure to brush his tongue along Harry’s canine teeth, and when he was satisfied that Harry still had his fangs, he pulled away.

“You bet,” he whispered huskily.

Harry’s breath hitched, and he leaned in to kiss Draco again. Their lips had just softly brushed when they heard footsteps approaching.

“Seventh floor corridor, near the closet. Midnight tonight.” Harry said hurriedly, collecting all the ingredients and leaving the storeroom.

Draco did the same, with a slight spring in his step and a goofy smile on his face that shocked his fellow classmates to see.

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At ten to midnight, Harry donned his Invisibility Cloak and headed towards the Room of Requirement.

He shivered in anticipation, thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen tonight. He spotted Draco leaning up against the closet and crept silently towards him.

Harry snuck his arms around Draco’s waist and nuzzled his nose into Draco’s soft hair.

“It’s ok, it’s just me.,” he whispered. Harry felt Draco relax against him.

“What are we doing in the seventh floor corridor Harry?” Draco asked, leaning his head against Harry’s shoulder.

“You’ll see,” Harry replied, pulling his Invisibility Cloak off him. He moved away from Draco, walking in front of the wall thinking of a place for him and Draco to be alone together. The door appeared and Draco gasped in delight. He stepped forward and turned the handle.

Draco peered inside, paused, and then snorted. He turned and looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” Harry asked, pushing past Draco.

He stepped inside the room and looked around in shock. He blushed deeply. Apparently Harry’s subconscious had a lot more in mind for Harry to do to Draco than he had initially thought.

The room had transformed itself into a dungeon. There were chains attached to the wall, with handcuffs on the ends. At one end of the room there was a wall with several different torture instruments that Harry had never even thought existed. There was also a giant bed in the centre of the room, with black satin sheets. He realised Draco was still staring at him expectantly.

“Uh…” Harry stuttered.

Draco smiled at Harry, and pulled him into the room.

“Not quite what I expected for our second date, Potter, but I’m up for anything you can dish out,” Draco whispered.

“I-I didn’t mean for this to happen, Draco. Honestly,”

“Don’t worry so much Harry,” Draco said, reaching up to stroke Harry’s cheek, “where’s all your Gryffindor courage huh?”