Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement NOW CODED

Title: Harry Potter and the Womb of Requirement

Author: Squigglesquared

Rating: NC-17

Main Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Blaise, Hermione/Ginny, Neville/Pansy, Seamus/Lavender, Severus/Remus.

Summary: In their 7th year, Harry and Draco stop fighting. What happens next changes their world and that of their closest friends. A tale of love and bonds, magic, potions, warriors, lovers, rituals, raw sexuality and power beyond all imagining.

Warnings, as the front page but a few notes: The d/s relationship is Hermione/Ginny and isn’t too extreme. There is drug use both for recreation and ritual purposes. These are still illegal both in the magical world and this one.
The threesomes/moresomes warnings are for rituals, not orgies. The het warning applies likewise, there is no graphic hetsex in this. There is graphic girl-on-girl though and lots of it as well as slashy boy-boy sex.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter-verse, neither written nor filmed, and make no money from the writing of this tale.

Spoilers: This tale has a few spoilers up to and including book 5. As it was written long ago, it must be considered an AU/AR.

Stats: Written at the end of 05 and finished early 06. Just over 161,000 words in 50 chapters.

A/N Despite this being mainly H/D, I really wanted to play with Hermione and Ginny too. This was the very first long-length fic I ever wrote. This is unbeta’d but has gone through several drafts and edits.

This tale is COMPLETE and is now all posted.

The Squig. XXX

06/12/09

A/N added 02/01/11 - many of my first tales were unformatted when I posted them and I have now gone through each tale and coded them so this tale will now appear as it was written. Enjoy the read and please leave reviews/stars.

Many thanks,

The Squig xxxx

Part One: Meeting Fate

1

It was all about the fighting.

And when the fighting finally stopped.


Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had fought their way up through school, physically, not Magically, barring the odd duel with wands. But it was the physical abuse that Harry received from Malfoy that troubled his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger the most.

By and large Harry had grown used to it over the years, and usually won the skirmishes, so he wasn’t sure why his friends were this bothered about it. But Hermione seemed to think that this was some kind of bullying, whereas Ron’s view was that a bully hated to see the sight of his own blood, so twat the bastard hard, break his nose or jaw, and he’ll never trouble you again. Harry smiled at his friends’ concern. He’d bloodied Malfoy’s nose many times, as Malfoy had indeed done to him, and it hadn’t stopped either of them.

So Harry let it continue.

Mainly because, since the start of sixth year, their tussles had changed. From outright hostility into something indefinable, but when they caught each other’s eye a look passed between them. Complicit. Dangerous.

Seventh year began and the attacks stepped up. This time, when they were face to face, Harry was puzzled by an ineffable expression pouring from Draco’s eyes in unguarded moments, before his sneer locked itself into place as he shoved Harry into a wall or door, his eyes narrowing, his breathing ragged.

One night it all changed.

Harry emerged from the Advanced Potions lab clutching a book he’d forgotten earlier. He wasn’t concentrating as something tripped him up and he measured his length on the corridor floor. He looked up to see Malfoy sneering down at him.

They were alone.

In a fluid move, he stood and pinned Malfoy to the wall, his forearm across Draco’s throat, his other arm held both of Malfoy’s arms above his head. The Slytherin was completely off balance as Harry’s leg twisted behind his knees pulling, bracing himself with his other leg, slamming Malfoy against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from his body.

Draco was a little taller, but Harry was tougher, stronger, he leant into his nemesis, making it plain who was on top in this situation, crushing Malfoy’s throat, making the blond gasp and choke, trying to free a hand to clutch at Harry’s arm to relieve the pressure. Harry took pity and moved his arm slightly lower so his enemy was pinioned across the shoulders instead. His face was inches away from Malfoy’s.

He read Malfoy’s eyes, then acted. Impulsively, he tipped his head slightly to one side, his lips parted a little and feinted towards his adversary’s mouth. Malfoy let his head tip over as Harry approached, his lips parting, his eyes closing, the faint sound of an indrawn breath. Then nothing.

Harry drew away, having seen everything he needed to. Draco felt him move, his eyes flicking open to an unreadable expression on Harry’s face, his own red with deep embarrassment, his mouth snapping shut, a hard glare leaping into his eyes. But Harry knew what he’d seen.

A slow lazy smile spread across his face. He took the pressure from Draco’s chest, still having his arms fastened tight above his head. He used his hand to gently stroke Draco’s cheek with the back of his knuckles. He whispered, “I think we need to talk. Meet me tomorrow night. There’s a classroom up on corridor 3c, the middle door on the left. Be there at 8. Alone”. Malfoy continued to glare. Harry held his eyes unflinchingly. Malfoy blinked first, then nodded once.

Harry let Malfoy go with a flourish and strode away. As he turned the corner, he glanced back over his shoulder. Malfoy was still leaning against the wall, his head bowed and supported by one hand, the fingertips of the other ghosting over his cheek, a slight smile on his face. Harry paused a moment, tempted to say something but desisted, ‘No, let him wait’, he thought as he turned the corner and he made his way to bed, grinning.

The next night, Harry barely ate. His friends were puzzled. Harry normally only ate like a rabbit before Quidditch matches, but now he seemed nervous and pre-occupied, answering monosyllabically to his friends, obviously somewhere else. Eventually, Harry stood, nodded at his mates, and left the dining hall, a lightness in his step.

Ron commented, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was going to get a thorough snogging. He looks so flippin’ cheerful”. What Ron, and all the other diners missed, was the look Harry flicked, momentarily, at the back of Draco’s head as he left.

xxxxxx

He lay there, waiting.

He heard the latch, someone enter. Fumble, trying to find a light. Fail. Harry nearly laughed out loud at the curses emanating from the doorway, controlling the urge. “I’m here”, he couldn’t disguise the hoarseness in his voice.

“Why aren’t there any lights, Potter?”, an agitated tone. Harry could feel the grin spread, “Because I don’t want any. Don’t use your wand either”. Draco swore.

Harry allowed himself a chuckle from the darkness. “I’m not going to hex you, Malfoy, I don’t even want to fight, I just think we need to talk”.

“Close the door, place your back against it, then take five generous steps forward”. No more was forthcoming for the moment, so Draco obeyed. “Now turn sharply, 90 degrees to your right, and take another five large paces”. Draco did so.

The voice dropped, “Now slip off your cloak if you have it on, kick off your shoes and take two further paces forward. You should feel softness beneath your feet”

“What’s this, Potter, a blanket?”. Harry grinned, “Several, actually. No point in being uncomfortable. There are cushions as well. All you have to do is shuffle forwards a bit, and you’ll feel them”.

Draco could hear the smile in Harry’s voice, patting the ground in front of him as he knelt, and felt what he’d been told. He stretched out on one side and leaned up on one elbow. The room was Stygian black.

“What’s this all about, Potter?”, his voice losing some of it’s perennial cocky edge.

“We need to talk, but I wasn’t planning on doing it in words”. Harry’s voice was low and husky. Draco felt every hair on his body stand to attention. He sensed Harry close in the dark. Felt a hand travel up his arm, finding his neck, his face, feather light touches over chiselled bones, down his nose, over his mouth. Harry’s thumb tracing the curve of Draco’s lips, pressing lightly, until Draco, his mouth opening slightly, allowed his tongue to graze the tip,.

Harry slid his fingers into that fine platinum hair and cradled Draco’s face in his hand, moving closer. He now knew where that luscious mouth was in the dark and homed in, barely brushing Draco’s lips with his own, the tip of his tongue taking the same path as his thumb, tasting the sweet succulence that was Draco’s mouth and heard a sharply indrawn breath below him as a shy, tentative tongue answered his own. Long elegant fingers wound into Harry’s hair as the kiss deepened, pulling them closer, tongues meshing together, moaning into each other’s mouths, claiming each other. They inhaled each other like men drowning..

As they came up for air, Harry murmured, “I think we should have done this a long time ago, don’t you?”. Felt Draco nod against him. They kissed again, long and slow. Draco twined his arms around Harry’s neck, he’d never been kissed like this before. Harry slowly let his hand drift to Draco’s chest, feeling the silk material of his shirt, massaging slow lazy circles. He felt for a nipple under the cloth, already stiff, and pinched it hard between finger and thumb. Heard Draco’s gasp. He unwound one of Draco’s arms grasping Draco’s hand, laying it on his shoulder, his own covering it, “Where’s your shirt, Harry?”, Draco whispered. He could feel the ripple of silent laughter go through Harry as he trailed both of their hands downwards over his chest, down his side until he laid them on his hipbone.

Draco tried to pull away, sharply, “Harry!!. You’re, erm, naked!!”

Harry tightened his grip, “Yes, and you’ve got too many clothes on”. Draco could hear the laughter in his voice.

Harry untucked his shirt, and placed a flat palm on Draco’s taut belly moving upwards, brushing his nipples. At that, Draco couldn’t help himself, he flexed into Harry’s hand.

Harry grinned, and began to remove Draco’s clothes, skilfully, slowly. Nibbling and kissing where bare skin was exposed, loving the taste of Draco naked, the sensation exceeding expectations. Harry felt Draco’s fingers twine in his hair, pull him up gently for another kiss, running a hand lightly down Harry’s back and shoulders as the kiss deepened. Harry relished the touch of skin on skin. He sat them up, removing Draco’s shirt, then they laid down again, Draco pulling Harry down on top of him for more kisses, nipping at Harry’s full underlip, raking his hand through that soft messy hair. Draco’s breath caught in his throat, as he felt his buckle being deftly undone, then his top button and zip. Harry reached a hand in and sensed rather than heard the moan.

Draco arched against him. Harry licked a trail from chest to groin, divesting Draco of his lower garments, kissing his bellybutton and carrying on down. Draco was going mad with want, “Please, Harry, please”, Harry paused, grinning. “Did I just hear you beg, Draco?”. Draco tried hard to sound snappish, but it came out as desperation. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and said a simple, “Yes, now get on with it”. Harry carried on, “My word, we are impatient, aren’t we?. What’s the rush? We have all night before us if we want”, and bent to kissing Draco’s lower belly, stopping as he felt Draco’s cock pressing into his cheek, wet and weeping for him. He licked and nibbled at the tip. Draco was dripping like honey, as Harry relented, taking him into his mouth, sucking hard, until Draco pushed away, gasping, “I’ll come too soon if you do that, gods, your mouth is amazing”. Harry grinned, his lips swollen from sucking and kissing, he crawled back up the makeshift bed and pressed their two hard cocks together, kissing Draco to within an inch of his life. “I want to be inside you, Draco, I want you”.

Harry leaned over and fished in his discarded robes for a small bottle of oil, leaving Draco with an open opportunity. He flipped them both over and straddled Harry’s hips, pressing their erections together, rocking gently. Draco leaned down and kissed Harry hard. “I hate to disappoint you, Potter, but no-one fucks a Malfoy”, he growled. Harry wrestled him a moment, his superior strength getting the upper hand, and laughing, rolled them both over again. The thought that he might be Draco’s first spurring him on, Harry asked, “No-one, Malfoy?. You seriously mean no-one’s ever taken you before?”, he laid a hand on Draco’s cheek, felt it heat and knew the boy below him reddened.

“You’re blushing, Draco, I can feel it, and I still want to be inside you,”, he chuckled again at Draco fastened tight beneath him. Draco tried to struggle and realised he wasn’t going to win this one. Harry felt the fight go out of him and they relaxed their holds on each other. “You’re not nervous, are you?”, Harry tried for lightness of tone, managing husky instead. He leaned down, whispering into Draco’s ear, “I’ll be gentle and slow, but I need to prepare you first, lover”.

The whispering began the process, but secretly it was being called ‘lover’ that was Draco’s undoing, pulling Harry down to him with a ferocity he had never felt before. Part of his fevered brain could think up all manner of snappy comebacks. But what Harry was now doing with his skilful fingers, drove reason from his mind.

Harry pushed Draco’s legs apart and raised his knees, bending down and gently licking that gorgeous cock and lapping the tight balls beneath. He didn’t need light to read his lover clearly, the widening of the legs, the arch into his mouth, the loud moan, he slid an oiled finger into Draco’s tight hole and heard a cry, he carefully thrust and withdrew a few times, stroking Draco’s belly with his other hand, “Sssh, relax”, and felt the trembling in Draco’s lower gut ease.

Before long, he introduced another. Draco was so tight, that Harry could quite believe that he had never been taken this way. He pushed slowly, scissoring his fingers inside, going deep enough to touch a sweet spot deep inside Draco, who gasped hard and pushed back. Harry grinned and murmured, “You like that, lover?”. He could feel a sheen of sweat on Draco’s body start as he introduced a third digit, thrusting quite hard, hearing little mewls of pleasure from below him. This served to arouse him beyond reason. Draco was muttering incoherently, “Now, Harry, now, please”.

How could he refuse him, when it was begged for so sweetly. He shifted his weight forward onto one hand and guided himself in with the other. Draco shrieked as Harry first breeched his entrance, and Harry could hear Draco’s head thrashing on the pillow beneath him. Biting his lip hard, desperately trying not to lose it too quickly, he pushed a little further, waiting to feel Draco relax around him. Hardly daring to breathe, he completed his journey, nudging Draco’s prostate with the tip of his cock, and lay a while, panting softly.

Leaning down on both elbows, he kissed Draco, simultaneously pulling out and thrusting hard, absorbing Draco’s loud moans into his own mouth, biting those beautiful lips as they parted, flicking his tongue in and out with each thrust. Harry could feel himself start to unravel and speeded up a little, ramming that little sweet spot. Cries turned to gasps, random murmurs, incoherence. Draco clutched at Harry’s hips, pulling him in, harder, harder. Harry squeezed a hand between them and took hold of Draco’s dripping cock. He was so close.

Whispering, “Come for me, Draco”, Harry gave one last thrust, Draco tightened around him and let go, the gasps and cries lasting a good while, tipping Harry over the edge as he came long and hard, sinking his teeth into Draco’s shoulder, and collapsed onto him.

Harry gradually came round, to find Draco holding him tight murmuring into his hair. Harry smiled and raised his face. “Hey, you’re back”, Draco smoothed hair away from Harry’s brow, “I lost you for a moment or two”. Harry could hear the grin in his voice. Felt a bit foolish for passing out until Draco kissed him, muttering “Harry, that was....... that was...wonderful”.

Harry allowed himself a big grin, kissing Draco back fervently. Feeling the rush of arousal heating the blood once more. Draco drew away first, “Harry. I want to see you. I want to look at you. Can we...?”.

Pulling away and reaching into his robes, Harry withdrew his wand, pointing it at a spot over Draco’s shoulder, murmuring Incendio, as Draco realised he and Harry were actually lying before the classroom’s fireplace. He laughed softly as he realised he’d just been very ably seduced.

Until Harry silenced his laughter with a soul-searching kiss, warm hands searing along Draco’s body, his thumbs dallying with rosy nipples, then drew their bodies slightly apart, reached for his glasses, fumbling them on one-handed, and just looked and looked.

Draco clothed was a gorgeous creature. Draco naked fair took his breath away. Harry was somewhat stunned, especially as Draco seemed to be casting just as appreciative an eye over him. Harry felt a little self-conscious. No-one had ever looked at him that way before, and he squirmed a little under that calm, clear-eyed scrutiny as Draco’s eyes raked him up and down. Smiling slightly, he pulled Harry close again, and kissed him gently, before lying back on the pillow. He laughed then, as he looked up. Harry looked back at him, a small frown creasing his brow. Draco reached up, combing his fingers through Harry’s thick hair, “What’s up, Harry?, why the glum face?”. Harry felt himself flush, “Nothing. I just wondered why you laughed, is all”, he shrugged and sat up, hugging his raised knees with both arms.

Draco reached for him with both hands, gently tugging Harry down beside him, and enfolding him in long arms, nuzzling his ear, “Harry, you’re the best kisser on the planet, you’ve just deflowered me spectacularly, given me the best shag I ever had in my life. Surely, I’m allowed to express a little joy. Oh, and I think your seduction technique is wicked”. He giggled then, raining kisses into Harry’s neck and shoulder.

Harry felt himself relax, a slow smile spreading, “Was that really your first time, you know, that way?”. Draco nodded, “Though if this gets around, Potter, I’ll hex you into the middle of next century”, Draco looked so beautiful when he grinned and blushed like that, that Harry swallowed, his mouth dry.

“Well, seeing as, tonight, you gave me a secret to keep, I’ll tell you one to even the score, although, likewise, if this gets out, I’ll feed you to Voldemort personally”. Harry leaned up on one elbow, watching the firelight play over Draco’s platinum hair, his pale smooth body. He leaned down and kissed Draco’s nose, rising again slightly, chewing his lip thinking of what to say next. He took a deep breath, “Okay, here goes. Tonight was my first time. For anything. Well, not kisses, but everything else. There, now you have it”.

Draco looked genuinely amazed at this confession. Harry had seemed so assured, but maybe that was the darkness. His kisses and touches were so confident. The boy was a natural. Draco could barely stammer, “Why me, Harry?”. Harry pondered a little, lowering his eyes. He muttered something below Draco’s hearing. Draco cupped Harry’s chin, raising Harry’s eyes to his, “Sorry, Harry, I didn’t catch that”. “I’ve fancied you for a year now”, Harry repeated, blushing.

As the boys had started their sixth year, Draco and Harry had one of their classic confrontations between classes, pushing and shoving each other squaring up for a real fight. Harry had looped a foot behind Draco’s ankle and brought him down, to cheers from their classmates, landing on top of his avowed enemy. Before Draco wriggled out from underneath him, Harry could have sworn he felt Draco harden beneath him, but thought it was probably the fight he was getting off on. That thought had haunted his dreams for a full year and was the main reason he continued to scuffle with Draco, but the Slytherin never gave himself away again, until last night.

“Humph, only a year, eh?. I don’t know whether to feel affronted or not. I’ve wanted you virtually since we met. I know I’ve been horrible to you over the last several years, but when you rejected me that first day at school, it hurt. I’d dreamed of meeting the famous Harry Potter. Okay, laugh if you must, but I’d imagined us being great friends when we got to school, and it all went sour from day one”.

Harry listened, astounded and abashed in more or less equal measure. All he could say in a small whisper, was, “Well, you’ve got me now”. Draco gazed into that face, open and trusting beside him. For a nano-second, something akin to anger blazed behind his eyes, then changed, softened, until he had control of himself, “D’you really want me, Harry?”.

“Yes, Draco, you’ve had half of my virginity, I want you to have the rest, maybe not tonight though. That means I get to see you again?”, Harry lowered his eyes, opened them again, his malachite gaze burning into Draco’s through a fringe of sooty lashes, “Could we...?”, he let the question trail. In reply, Draco gently removed Harry’s specs, carefully folding them and laying them on his pile of clothes. He threaded his hand through Harry’s incredibly thick soft hair, moving closer, until they were pressed together from nose to knees, and captured Harry’s mouth in a kiss that robbed them both of breath.

They bit and licked at each other’s mouths. Harry caught the look of total want in Draco’s eyes, kissed him harder, felt the pressing response, Draco sucking on his tongue so gently. Harry could feel his desire rise fast. It almost overwhelmed him, he let himself fall, drowning in Draco, giving himself up to the sheer sensuality of it all. Draco couldn’t believe Harry, so open, so giving, writhing beneath him. Draco was on fire, almost insane with want, as he claimed the mouth below him, their tongues dancing together. Draco knew in that instance, this was no one-night stand. He wanted, he had to do this again. “Yes, Harry, I want this. I want you.”

He sank. Into Harry’s hair, mouth, body, breathing deeply, inhaling his delicious scent. He was intoxicated, devouring. Every inch. Over and around a lightly tanned throat, feeling Harry’s pulse beneath his mouth, nibbling at his prominent collarbone, a delicate tonguing of chest, sucking, licking at one brown puckered nipple after another, a leisurely hand drawing circles along the inside of Harry’s thighs.

Harry’s hands tried to find a hold on his lover, but he quickly slipped out of his grasp. Harry gave himself up to the rush of arousal, feeling that incredible mouth make it’s searing way along his body, instinctively picking out the most sensitive areas. Harry giggled and melted. Moaned as Draco’s mouth found his cock.

Harry threw his head back, biting his lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood, as Draco worked an expert tongue around the tip, licking a delicious stripe from tip to root. Harry pulled away gasping. Draco instantly looked up, concerned. His eyes met deep green turning black. Harry murmured, “Turn around, lover. I want to taste you, too”. As if Draco needed a guide, Harry grasped Draco’s hand, drawing it to his mouth, licking the palm, his gaze never leaving Draco’s, then slowly drawing the index finger into his mouth, making his point clear. Draco, hypnotised, moved around and let Harry draw him in to his mouth, even as Draco sank back to his previous task.

They were each cock to mouth, licking, sucking, consuming. Harry parted Draco’s thighs, breathing in Draco’s blond musky odour, he licked Draco’s sweet, tight balls, taking one at a time into his mouth tonguing each gently before taking the drop of come from the tip of Draco’s cock with his tongue, parting his lips and taking Draco in as far as he could, sucking him hard. He wormed his hands around gripping Draco’s arse cheeks, pulling him deeper into his mouth with each thrust. He felt Draco’s cock thicken slightly and knew he was close, he speeded up his mouth, as he realised Draco was about to come, he inserted a cheeky finger as Draco shot down his throat. Scant seconds later, he let out a long cry, as he came over Draco’s tongue, deep in his mouth.

They stroked each other lazily, as their breathing slowed. Feeling a bit dizzy, Draco turned around again. Into Harry’s waiting arms. Draco lay on Harry’s chest, being held tight, light kisses in his hair, he could feel Harry’s heart fluttering rapidly still as they came down to earth. Never had he known such tenderness after love-making. He took hold of Harry’s hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing each knuckle, then each fingertip as Harry gently raked Draco’s hair with his other hand.

Draco realised he’d never been so content in his entire life. Him and Harry lying like this before the fire. He pressed Harry’s hand to his cheek, willing the tears away that he could feel pricking behind his eyelids. He swallowed hard and looked up, to see Harry’s slightly wet eyes looking back at him. Draco moved up the bed, leaning over Harry, then parting his lips over Harry’s in the gentlest of kisses, tasting himself in his lover’s mouth. He lay down as close as he could get to his lover.

After previous encounters, this was usually the point at which Draco ran away. Not this time though, he snaked an arm around Harry’s middle and held him close, breathing him in. Almost as if he’d read his mind, Harry murmured, “Draco, if we fall asleep now, will you still be here in the morning?”. Draco raised his head slightly to kiss Harry’s cheek, “Yes”, he whispered. “I know I have a reputation as ‘Mr Find ‘em, fuck ‘em and flee’, but I want to stay, Harry. Tonight was.....special, and I want to wake up with you tomorrow, if you’ll stay with me”.

By way of reply, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed his hair, “Thank you”, he whispered. He lifted Draco’s face to his with a gentle fingertip and kissed him softly, his tongue just meeting Draco’s, he pulled away slightly and looked into Draco’s sleepy eyes. Time stood still for a moment, then Draco blinked and Harry kissed him again. “You are beautiful, Draco. Goodnight”.

Draco was completely stunned. He’d been called all sorts of things before, but beautiful was not one of them. He couldn’t think of a thing to say as his heart contracted a little, except “Night, Harry, sweet dreams”. As he drowsed in Harry’s arms, the thought struck him from out of nowhere. He had met the one. This thought was deeply disconcerting.

As Harry fell asleep, he realised, in a vague way, that this was it, and held Draco just a little tighter.

xxxxxxx

Dawn lit them, but did not wake them, wrapped in each other. Draco’s face in Harry’s hair. Harry sprawled half across his lover, his face buried in his neck.

Minerva McGonagall was doing her dawn rounds. She detected the charms around the room, gently lowering them, peering intently through the small frosted glass panes set into the door, catching her breath. She instantly recognised the platinum blond and grinned with unsuppressed glee. Oho! Malfoy and one of his little conquests. She’d soon see about that. She withdrew her wand and made to rattle the latch, when something caught her eye. A red and gold tie. His partner was one of her own, then. She paused, biting her lip in indecision. Then the other boy turned over on to his back. The blond sensed his movements and curled into the dark-haired boy, who kissed his hair, before letting his head loll back, his eyes still closed, a half-smile hovering around his sleeping mouth.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy lay tangled up, before the dying fire and the rising dawn.

She leaned against the wall, her mind racing. She peeped in once more, not quite believing her eyes. Merlin, she was right first time. This could cause problems, big problems. Normally this was an expellable offence, and not tolerated at Hogwarts. For now, though, she decided to do nothing, except monitor this corridor with a sharper eye. She mused, ‘Harry and Malfoy, eh? Now, what’s that all about?’.

The day freshened around them, sending beams of sunlight into high windows. Draco rolled into a beam and partially woke up. Feeling an unfamiliar weight against him, the memories of the previous night crowding in, he rolled towards Harry, his eyes open. Slowly propping himself on one elbow. Brushing hair from Harry’s brow, looking down into his supposed enemy’s face, and wanting nothing more than to kiss him awake. The thought entered his mind, ‘What now?’. But he contented himself with just gazing on that lovely face in sleep, the way he had imagined it countless times. He couldn’t help himself, he ran a slow finger over Harry’s jaw, around an ear, an eye, gently along the cheek, even softer around his lips. Harry caught him by surprise. He suddenly captured that finger between his lips, his green eyes opening suddenly. Draco’s breath caught in his throat.

Harry sat up suddenly, “We need to get back to our dorms, it must be around five o’clock”. Draco grinned, “I don’t know about you, but no-one in my dorm wakes before nine on a Saturday”, he sat up, taking Harry in his arms and kissing him. But Harry pushed him gently away. “Look, much as I want to spend more time here, for a start, I need the bathroom, and, second, if we’re going to keep this quiet, and for now I think we must, we need to get back before my dorm wakes. Seamus goes for his run about six-ish and my empty bed will raise eyebrows. He knows I never rise before ten at the weekend”.

Reluctantly, Draco saw the sense in this and agreed. They dressed and left their little oasis, the school quiet around them. As they parted, they kissed and made another date for the morrow. Harry giggled, and whispered, “Your prep for today, Dragon. How many ways can you contrive to remove the virginity of one Harry Potter? Do not discuss”. Draco lost it, and laughed out loud, stifling his giggles by stuffing his hand in his mouth, as he made his way to the dungeons. He caught himself and turned, but Harry was out of sight. What had Harry just called him?. He smiled at the nickname, spoken with such simple affection, and sighed, continuing on his way.