Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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Potter Stinks
Chapter Number/Total: 8/44
Chapter Title: Potter Stinks
Words: 2571 Words
Harry awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting up from the kitchen and the unmistakable smell of Draco and sex. He stretched and then opened his eyes, smiling.
Draco slept on, curled in around himself with Harry wrapped around his back. When Harry moved away, he whimpered a bit at the sudden cool air on his skin.
"You up?" Harry asked, quickly forming himself to Draco's back again.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, wriggling against Harry's warmth.
Harry chuckled. "Morning," he said, kissing Draco's hair. "We're going to have a hell of a day. You going to St Mungo's with Mrs Weasley?"
"No, gonna stay right here and sleep," Draco mumbled.
Harry sighed happily. "Oh, are you?" he said, tightening the arms he'd snaked around Draco's stomach.
"Mmhmm," the blond hummed, curling up tight with his eyes still closed.
Harry laughed. "Well, I'm gonna go take a shower. You can stay here if you want to," he said. He didn't move, however.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, his hand resting on Harry's where he held him.
Harry sighed happily again and stayed put for a few more minutes, but then he pulled away from Draco and got to his feet.
Draco whimpered, trying to hold on to Harry as he got out of bed. Then he huddled back under the covers.
Harry smiled and shook his head before going over to his trunk and first pulling out some pyjama bottoms. Then he got some clean clothes for the day. He stood and stared at Draco for another moment, just waiting to see if he was really going to stay in bed.
"Harry?" the sleepy blond called out, his hand searching the bed for Harry's missing warmth.
"Yes?" Harry asked, his hand on the doorknob.
Draco rolled over, huffing and peaking out of the covers. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I said I was going to take a shower," Harry said, still smiling. "You can stay in bed if you like."
Draco frowned. "By myself?"
Harry chuckled. "If you want. I'll only be gone for fifteen minutes."
"Oh. Okay." And then Draco's head disappeared back under the covers.
Harry laughed again and left to take his shower.
Ron was leaning against the bathroom door, a towel thrown over his shoulder. He turned red when he caught sight of Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Morning, Ron," he said.
"Morning," said Ron stiffly. "Ginny's in there, so it'll be a while."
Harry groaned. "Really? Ugh, how long?"
Ron shrugged.
"Are you getting in after her?"
"Was planning on it."
Harry sighed. "I'm gonna go back to Fred and George's room then, no use standing out here."
Ron nodded, turning red again.
Harry entered back into the room and dropped his clothes on the floor. "Draco?" he asked, seeing if he had gone back to sleep.
"Mmm?" said the lump in the bed.
Harry walked over to the bed. "Scoot over. Ron and Ginny are taking showers before I can."
The covers lifted a bit and a hand reached out toward him, beckoning with fingers.
Harry smiled and climbed back into bed next to Draco. He took another big sniff of him and sighed.
Draco reached his hand out, sliding it around Harry and pulling him close. "What are you doing?" He smiled sleepily at Harry.
"Smelling you," Harry said happily. "You always smell good."
Draco nodded, then started to chuckle, clearly amused by something he was trying not to say.
Harry raised his eyebrows, still smiling. "What?" he asked, wrapping his arms around Draco.
Draco shook his head and buried his face in Harry's armpit, sniffing and chuckling still.
"Well, I wasn't smelling you there, weirdo," Harry said with a laugh, pulling his arm away.
"Well, that confirms it. I was wrong." Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, smiling questioningly.
Draco was giggling. It took several attempts and fits of laughter before he got it out. "Just as well, " he gasped, "because 'Potter Smells Fucking Fantastic!' wouldn't have fit on the badge!"
Harry shook his head and smiled lopsidedly, his eyes a bit narrowed. "Oh, ha, ha," he said.
"I still have one of those buttons," Draco said with a laugh.
"You still have one?" Harry asked. "I'm glad you think I stink," he said, amused.
"No, I just said I was wrong." Draco was still laughing. "You smell fucking fantastic."
Harry smiled widely. "So back in fourth year, you had a crush on a bloke you thought smelled bad?" he asked, laughing.
"No," Draco said with a sigh, looking a bit wistful. "I had a crush on a bloke who hated me. Much worse."
Harry sighed. "I never really hated you ..." He paused. “Okay, so maybe a little bit, but you could have tried other things to get my attention than what you did."
Draco lay back, seeming to be staring into the past as he thought about it. "Oh, boy, did that get you going, though." He sighed again. "You are so fucking hot when you are angry."
"That makes no sense," Harry said, still amused. "You made me angry because you thought it was hot while making me hate you because of it?"
Draco smirked. "I suppose that is true. And I was pretty angry with you."
Harry's eyes widened. "What did I do?" he asked incredulously.
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Haven't we had this talk already? You didn't want me. You didn't like me. And it made me more than angry; it made me mad, mad as in a bit crazy around you."
"Oh, that," said Harry. "Well, I'm sorry, I suppose."
"Gods, though, the look on your face when you saw those badges." Draco smirked again. "Does it help at all to know that I may have been a prat but never stopped wanting you?"
Harry smiled. "It is reassuring to know that you fancied me for that long. You were very good at hiding it."
"Some people did figure it out, though." Draco sighed.
"Who?" asked Harry, eyebrows raised.
"A few of the other Slytherins; and no, I won't say who. It took a combination of threats and blackmail to get them to shut up about it."
"Wow. Well, I certainly didn't know. Maybe it was better that I didn't and you just sort of sprung it on me. I don't know what I would've done if I'd had a lot of time to think about it."
"I actually thought you might try to kill me or something." Draco smiled. "Figured the attempt was a win-win proposition, given my situation."
Harry laughed. "Kill you for kissing me? I thought I was going to die. You have no idea how confused I was after you did that. I convinced myself that it didn't mean anything, and I still had to find out what you were doing in the Room of Requirement."
Draco was quiet for another minute and then smirked again. "It's what I did in there after you showed up that mattered." He reached his hand to Harry's face, caressing his jaw and cheek.
Harry smirked too. "I would have to agree with you there," he said, turning his head a bit to kiss the hand on his face.
Draco scooted up so that he could reach Harry's face with his and began laying soft kisses all over.
Harry smiled gently, responding to the kisses near or on his lips.
Draco worked his way to those lips, licking and kissing them, his hand still caressing along Harry's jaw.
"Mmm," Harry sighed, letting his tongue out to meet with Draco's. He brought one hand up to settle on the back of Draco's head.
Draco slid his lips over Harry's, sucking on his tongue as he did so.
Harry moaned again and felt a shiver of pleasure surge through him. He shifted around a bit and used his free hand to cup Draco's arse and run his fingers over the skin of it.
Draco sucked on Harry's tongue, his own cock jumping in response to that and to Harry's hand on him.
Harry slid his finger into the crack of Draco's arse and gently ran it in small circles around his entrance, moaning again.
Draco was breathing fast through his nose, still sucking and licking at Harry's tongue and lips. He trembled at Harry's touch, gently pushing back against the teasing finger.
Harry smiled as best he could with Draco devouring his mouth and pushed just a bit of his finger inside.
Draco pushed past Harry's lips, licking and sucking still. He whimpered as Harry pushed in, loving the tease but wanting more.
Harry was just about to push his finger in further when there was a knock on the door and a, "Harry?"
Harry groaned and took his fingers away from Draco's arse quickly. He wrenched his mouth from Draco's, panting. "What?" he whined.
"Er, the shower's free now," came Ron's voice.
Harry huffed. "All right," he said flatly.
Draco growled in frustration, bringing his mouth back down on Harry's.
Harry was a bit startled, but then kissed back. He soon pulled away again however. "Draco ..." (kiss) " ... I really do ..." (kiss) " ... need to ..." (kiss) " ... get ready."
Draco grimaced and rolled on his back. He wrapped his own fingers around his cock and began to stroke himself, his eyes closed.
Harry sat up and gasped, watching Draco, his mouth hanging open. His cock showed definite interest in the scene before him.
Draco bent his knees, spreading his legs and thrusting up into his own hand, well aware of the show his was putting on. In fact, if he'd still had another hand, he would probably have been pushing fingers inside himself, too.
Harry moaned in a sort of way that said he didn't want to, but he really did have to go take a shower before Mrs Weasley started calling everyone for breakfast.
Draco was wriggling his arse and thrusting up into his own hand, his head thrown back, exposing his neck.
Harry let out a frustrated growl and slapped Draco's hand away, replacing it with his own. "Fuck you for being so bloody irresistible," he said, bringing his mouth down on the blond’s.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, his cock twitching in the other boy's hand.
Harry pumped his hand as fast as he could manage, licking and sucking at Draco's mouth.
It was rougher and faster than Draco wanted, but it was Harry touching him. He opened his mouth to Harry and spread his legs further. He used the hand Harry had slapped away to reach for Harry's cock, too.
Harry groaned when he felt Draco's hand on him, those long fingers working their incredible magic on his body like they were always able to.
Draco tried to slow down the pace, using long strokes. He wanted to come but he wanted to enjoy it.
Harry could sense that Draco wanted to slow down and so he matched his pace, even though he knew they should get it over with quickly.
The slower pace, in time with his own hand, was what Draco needed. Now he was getting closer, the pleasure building in him as their energies started to match up as well. He sucked at Harry's tongue again.
Harry moaned, his own pleasure building. He opened his eyes and looked out the corner of them to see his own hand stroking Draco's cock. He moaned louder.
"Yes, yes, yes," Draco was chanting, picking up the pace a bit but keeping the strokes firm.
Harry matched Draco completely, letting Draco tell him what he wanted through his hand on his cock.
"Gods, yes," Draco hissed, and then arched his hips up, coming in Harry's hand and over his own body.
Harry made a noise in his throat and watched Draco come all over his hand. He pumped him until he was completely spent and then tried thrusting up to try and get Draco's hand to move faster.
Draco complied, his graceful hand fisting Harry quicker and harder.
"Fuck, yes," Harry growled, thrusting up. "Oh, Merlin, just a bit more!"
Draco concentrated on his hand, curling the fingers tighter and making sure to slide over the head each time. It was slick with pre-come already and he loved the feel of it.
Harry threw his head back and came powerfully. He nearly laughed with pleasure as he coated himself and Draco's hand. "Fuck, yes," he let out again.
Draco laughed. Even wanking made Harry loud. How the Gryffindors had ever got any sleep, he didn't know. He kissed the panting boy, giving his spent cock a gentle squeeze before letting go.
Harry didn't move. "I hate that you can do that to me," he said. "Actually, it's pretty brilliant, but very inconvenient at times."
Draco nodded, understanding completely. He smirked. "Better go shower before someone else grabs it."
Harry sighed. "You taking one?" he asked, attempting to sit up and then falling back again.
"When the coast is clear," Draco said quietly. “Is there a time I am supposed to be ready by?"
Harry shrugged. "Mrs Weasley didn't say she was leaving at a certain time, but you might want to get ready just in case. You want me to go with you to St Mungo's?"
Draco looked at Harry, measuring. "Where are you planning to go?"
"I wasn't going anywhere except maybe to Order headquarters, but I'm not sure if Mr Weasley was going and I don't have to go today anyway."
Draco's face was blank while he tried to sort through the contradictions inside him. On the one hand, he hated to let Harry out of his sight or even his reach, but he supposed he had to learn how to deal with that. Finally, he took a big breath. "No, the Order stuff is important, and I think I can manage."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You sure? I really don't mind if you want me to go."
Draco looked him directly in the eyes. "I would be lying if I said it didn't make me nervous," he began, "but I do have to learn how to do things myself again and you need to be a leader."
Harry sighed and kissed Draco's forehead. "All right, love. Whatever you want." He finally stood up and stretched his hands over his head. He tucked himself back into his pyjama bottoms and picked up his stuff from the floor. "You coming, or do you want to shower later?"
Draco smiled. "If I take a shower with you, we will take too long."
Harry snorted. "Probably right," he said. "See you in a bit then." He strolled out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Draco pulled his arse out of bed and began looking through his own trunk for suitable clothing.
Harry came back about fifteen minutes later, feeling good, clean and pretty hungry. "You better go quickly before someone else gets the shower," he said to Draco, throwing his pyjamas back into his trunk. “I'm gonna go down to breakfast, unless you want me to wait for you."
"Go ahead," Draco said, giving him a quick kiss. He had put on a black bathrobe and picked up a green towel. He headed down the hall, hoping to get to the bathroom before anyone else and maybe even without encountering anyone.
Chapter Title: Potter Stinks
Words: 2571 Words
Harry awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting up from the kitchen and the unmistakable smell of Draco and sex. He stretched and then opened his eyes, smiling.
Draco slept on, curled in around himself with Harry wrapped around his back. When Harry moved away, he whimpered a bit at the sudden cool air on his skin.
"You up?" Harry asked, quickly forming himself to Draco's back again.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, wriggling against Harry's warmth.
Harry chuckled. "Morning," he said, kissing Draco's hair. "We're going to have a hell of a day. You going to St Mungo's with Mrs Weasley?"
"No, gonna stay right here and sleep," Draco mumbled.
Harry sighed happily. "Oh, are you?" he said, tightening the arms he'd snaked around Draco's stomach.
"Mmhmm," the blond hummed, curling up tight with his eyes still closed.
Harry laughed. "Well, I'm gonna go take a shower. You can stay here if you want to," he said. He didn't move, however.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, his hand resting on Harry's where he held him.
Harry sighed happily again and stayed put for a few more minutes, but then he pulled away from Draco and got to his feet.
Draco whimpered, trying to hold on to Harry as he got out of bed. Then he huddled back under the covers.
Harry smiled and shook his head before going over to his trunk and first pulling out some pyjama bottoms. Then he got some clean clothes for the day. He stood and stared at Draco for another moment, just waiting to see if he was really going to stay in bed.
"Harry?" the sleepy blond called out, his hand searching the bed for Harry's missing warmth.
"Yes?" Harry asked, his hand on the doorknob.
Draco rolled over, huffing and peaking out of the covers. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I said I was going to take a shower," Harry said, still smiling. "You can stay in bed if you like."
Draco frowned. "By myself?"
Harry chuckled. "If you want. I'll only be gone for fifteen minutes."
"Oh. Okay." And then Draco's head disappeared back under the covers.
Harry laughed again and left to take his shower.
Ron was leaning against the bathroom door, a towel thrown over his shoulder. He turned red when he caught sight of Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Morning, Ron," he said.
"Morning," said Ron stiffly. "Ginny's in there, so it'll be a while."
Harry groaned. "Really? Ugh, how long?"
Ron shrugged.
"Are you getting in after her?"
"Was planning on it."
Harry sighed. "I'm gonna go back to Fred and George's room then, no use standing out here."
Ron nodded, turning red again.
Harry entered back into the room and dropped his clothes on the floor. "Draco?" he asked, seeing if he had gone back to sleep.
"Mmm?" said the lump in the bed.
Harry walked over to the bed. "Scoot over. Ron and Ginny are taking showers before I can."
The covers lifted a bit and a hand reached out toward him, beckoning with fingers.
Harry smiled and climbed back into bed next to Draco. He took another big sniff of him and sighed.
Draco reached his hand out, sliding it around Harry and pulling him close. "What are you doing?" He smiled sleepily at Harry.
"Smelling you," Harry said happily. "You always smell good."
Draco nodded, then started to chuckle, clearly amused by something he was trying not to say.
Harry raised his eyebrows, still smiling. "What?" he asked, wrapping his arms around Draco.
Draco shook his head and buried his face in Harry's armpit, sniffing and chuckling still.
"Well, I wasn't smelling you there, weirdo," Harry said with a laugh, pulling his arm away.
"Well, that confirms it. I was wrong." Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, smiling questioningly.
Draco was giggling. It took several attempts and fits of laughter before he got it out. "Just as well, " he gasped, "because 'Potter Smells Fucking Fantastic!' wouldn't have fit on the badge!"
Harry shook his head and smiled lopsidedly, his eyes a bit narrowed. "Oh, ha, ha," he said.
"I still have one of those buttons," Draco said with a laugh.
"You still have one?" Harry asked. "I'm glad you think I stink," he said, amused.
"No, I just said I was wrong." Draco was still laughing. "You smell fucking fantastic."
Harry smiled widely. "So back in fourth year, you had a crush on a bloke you thought smelled bad?" he asked, laughing.
"No," Draco said with a sigh, looking a bit wistful. "I had a crush on a bloke who hated me. Much worse."
Harry sighed. "I never really hated you ..." He paused. “Okay, so maybe a little bit, but you could have tried other things to get my attention than what you did."
Draco lay back, seeming to be staring into the past as he thought about it. "Oh, boy, did that get you going, though." He sighed again. "You are so fucking hot when you are angry."
"That makes no sense," Harry said, still amused. "You made me angry because you thought it was hot while making me hate you because of it?"
Draco smirked. "I suppose that is true. And I was pretty angry with you."
Harry's eyes widened. "What did I do?" he asked incredulously.
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Haven't we had this talk already? You didn't want me. You didn't like me. And it made me more than angry; it made me mad, mad as in a bit crazy around you."
"Oh, that," said Harry. "Well, I'm sorry, I suppose."
"Gods, though, the look on your face when you saw those badges." Draco smirked again. "Does it help at all to know that I may have been a prat but never stopped wanting you?"
Harry smiled. "It is reassuring to know that you fancied me for that long. You were very good at hiding it."
"Some people did figure it out, though." Draco sighed.
"Who?" asked Harry, eyebrows raised.
"A few of the other Slytherins; and no, I won't say who. It took a combination of threats and blackmail to get them to shut up about it."
"Wow. Well, I certainly didn't know. Maybe it was better that I didn't and you just sort of sprung it on me. I don't know what I would've done if I'd had a lot of time to think about it."
"I actually thought you might try to kill me or something." Draco smiled. "Figured the attempt was a win-win proposition, given my situation."
Harry laughed. "Kill you for kissing me? I thought I was going to die. You have no idea how confused I was after you did that. I convinced myself that it didn't mean anything, and I still had to find out what you were doing in the Room of Requirement."
Draco was quiet for another minute and then smirked again. "It's what I did in there after you showed up that mattered." He reached his hand to Harry's face, caressing his jaw and cheek.
Harry smirked too. "I would have to agree with you there," he said, turning his head a bit to kiss the hand on his face.
Draco scooted up so that he could reach Harry's face with his and began laying soft kisses all over.
Harry smiled gently, responding to the kisses near or on his lips.
Draco worked his way to those lips, licking and kissing them, his hand still caressing along Harry's jaw.
"Mmm," Harry sighed, letting his tongue out to meet with Draco's. He brought one hand up to settle on the back of Draco's head.
Draco slid his lips over Harry's, sucking on his tongue as he did so.
Harry moaned again and felt a shiver of pleasure surge through him. He shifted around a bit and used his free hand to cup Draco's arse and run his fingers over the skin of it.
Draco sucked on Harry's tongue, his own cock jumping in response to that and to Harry's hand on him.
Harry slid his finger into the crack of Draco's arse and gently ran it in small circles around his entrance, moaning again.
Draco was breathing fast through his nose, still sucking and licking at Harry's tongue and lips. He trembled at Harry's touch, gently pushing back against the teasing finger.
Harry smiled as best he could with Draco devouring his mouth and pushed just a bit of his finger inside.
Draco pushed past Harry's lips, licking and sucking still. He whimpered as Harry pushed in, loving the tease but wanting more.
Harry was just about to push his finger in further when there was a knock on the door and a, "Harry?"
Harry groaned and took his fingers away from Draco's arse quickly. He wrenched his mouth from Draco's, panting. "What?" he whined.
"Er, the shower's free now," came Ron's voice.
Harry huffed. "All right," he said flatly.
Draco growled in frustration, bringing his mouth back down on Harry's.
Harry was a bit startled, but then kissed back. He soon pulled away again however. "Draco ..." (kiss) " ... I really do ..." (kiss) " ... need to ..." (kiss) " ... get ready."
Draco grimaced and rolled on his back. He wrapped his own fingers around his cock and began to stroke himself, his eyes closed.
Harry sat up and gasped, watching Draco, his mouth hanging open. His cock showed definite interest in the scene before him.
Draco bent his knees, spreading his legs and thrusting up into his own hand, well aware of the show his was putting on. In fact, if he'd still had another hand, he would probably have been pushing fingers inside himself, too.
Harry moaned in a sort of way that said he didn't want to, but he really did have to go take a shower before Mrs Weasley started calling everyone for breakfast.
Draco was wriggling his arse and thrusting up into his own hand, his head thrown back, exposing his neck.
Harry let out a frustrated growl and slapped Draco's hand away, replacing it with his own. "Fuck you for being so bloody irresistible," he said, bringing his mouth down on the blond’s.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, his cock twitching in the other boy's hand.
Harry pumped his hand as fast as he could manage, licking and sucking at Draco's mouth.
It was rougher and faster than Draco wanted, but it was Harry touching him. He opened his mouth to Harry and spread his legs further. He used the hand Harry had slapped away to reach for Harry's cock, too.
Harry groaned when he felt Draco's hand on him, those long fingers working their incredible magic on his body like they were always able to.
Draco tried to slow down the pace, using long strokes. He wanted to come but he wanted to enjoy it.
Harry could sense that Draco wanted to slow down and so he matched his pace, even though he knew they should get it over with quickly.
The slower pace, in time with his own hand, was what Draco needed. Now he was getting closer, the pleasure building in him as their energies started to match up as well. He sucked at Harry's tongue again.
Harry moaned, his own pleasure building. He opened his eyes and looked out the corner of them to see his own hand stroking Draco's cock. He moaned louder.
"Yes, yes, yes," Draco was chanting, picking up the pace a bit but keeping the strokes firm.
Harry matched Draco completely, letting Draco tell him what he wanted through his hand on his cock.
"Gods, yes," Draco hissed, and then arched his hips up, coming in Harry's hand and over his own body.
Harry made a noise in his throat and watched Draco come all over his hand. He pumped him until he was completely spent and then tried thrusting up to try and get Draco's hand to move faster.
Draco complied, his graceful hand fisting Harry quicker and harder.
"Fuck, yes," Harry growled, thrusting up. "Oh, Merlin, just a bit more!"
Draco concentrated on his hand, curling the fingers tighter and making sure to slide over the head each time. It was slick with pre-come already and he loved the feel of it.
Harry threw his head back and came powerfully. He nearly laughed with pleasure as he coated himself and Draco's hand. "Fuck, yes," he let out again.
Draco laughed. Even wanking made Harry loud. How the Gryffindors had ever got any sleep, he didn't know. He kissed the panting boy, giving his spent cock a gentle squeeze before letting go.
Harry didn't move. "I hate that you can do that to me," he said. "Actually, it's pretty brilliant, but very inconvenient at times."
Draco nodded, understanding completely. He smirked. "Better go shower before someone else grabs it."
Harry sighed. "You taking one?" he asked, attempting to sit up and then falling back again.
"When the coast is clear," Draco said quietly. “Is there a time I am supposed to be ready by?"
Harry shrugged. "Mrs Weasley didn't say she was leaving at a certain time, but you might want to get ready just in case. You want me to go with you to St Mungo's?"
Draco looked at Harry, measuring. "Where are you planning to go?"
"I wasn't going anywhere except maybe to Order headquarters, but I'm not sure if Mr Weasley was going and I don't have to go today anyway."
Draco's face was blank while he tried to sort through the contradictions inside him. On the one hand, he hated to let Harry out of his sight or even his reach, but he supposed he had to learn how to deal with that. Finally, he took a big breath. "No, the Order stuff is important, and I think I can manage."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You sure? I really don't mind if you want me to go."
Draco looked him directly in the eyes. "I would be lying if I said it didn't make me nervous," he began, "but I do have to learn how to do things myself again and you need to be a leader."
Harry sighed and kissed Draco's forehead. "All right, love. Whatever you want." He finally stood up and stretched his hands over his head. He tucked himself back into his pyjama bottoms and picked up his stuff from the floor. "You coming, or do you want to shower later?"
Draco smiled. "If I take a shower with you, we will take too long."
Harry snorted. "Probably right," he said. "See you in a bit then." He strolled out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Draco pulled his arse out of bed and began looking through his own trunk for suitable clothing.
Harry came back about fifteen minutes later, feeling good, clean and pretty hungry. "You better go quickly before someone else gets the shower," he said to Draco, throwing his pyjamas back into his trunk. “I'm gonna go down to breakfast, unless you want me to wait for you."
"Go ahead," Draco said, giving him a quick kiss. He had put on a black bathrobe and picked up a green towel. He headed down the hall, hoping to get to the bathroom before anyone else and maybe even without encountering anyone.