Denial (H/D, Adult)
Title: Denial
Author:
sesheta_66
Word Count: 2809
Rating: Adult
Warning: No beta. Please point out any mistakes you see.
A/N: This is a belated birthday fic for
faynia . The request was to use one of two quotes. I chose the Shakespeare one, from Venus and Adonis: "Affection is a coal that must be cool'd; else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire." I hope you like what my muse has done with it!
Summary: Harry and Draco finally accept the inevitable.
Disclaimer: HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.
Part One - Harry
Harry looked at the note in his hand.
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 8:00 Saturday night.
The note was not signed. He didn't recognize the handwriting.
~~~~~
Harry, never one to walk away from a challenge, invitation, or even some ridiculous set-up, decided to meet the person who sent the note. Why not? What did he have to lose anyway? Without a war to prepare for or participate in, suddenly his life had become rather boring. Not that he was complaining. Of course he was glad Voldemort was gone. But he could certainly do with something interesting in his life. Something besides his dreams of late. He only hoped it wasn't some stupid joke.
He read the passage again. It was obviously a quote, but who had written it? And what did it mean? Harry mulled it over, and decided that it probably meant that someone who liked him wanted to meet him. Could it be? Could he have sent the note? Well, there was only one way to find out.
~~~~~
One week ago:
"Oh, for the love of Merlin, Harry, would you just go over and talk to him already?"
"What are you talking about, Hermione?" countered Harry.
"Malfoy. I'm talking about Malfoy. You won't stop staring at him." Harry's cheeks went pink at this comment. "You watch him all day, every day."
"He's just making sure he's not up to something," said Ron assuredly. Harry didn't look at him.
"You really are daft, Ronald!" she said in exasperation. "What on earth would he need to be watching out for? The war is over, he switched to our side, and his past actions were based on threats to him and his family. He was never as evil as Harry had wanted to believe in sixth year. Now he's just another student who has returned to school to finish his seventh year." Ron didn't look convinced. "Besides, Harry fancies him."
Ron abruptly choked on his pumpkin juice. Harry looked anywhere but at Ron as his entire face turned red. Hermione merely rolled her eyes and groaned, "Boys!" Then she picked up her books and left the Great Hall.
Ron and Harry sat in uncomfortable silence until thankfully Seamus joined them and started some inane conversation that took them all the way to the end of the meal, and out into the hall where they split up to go to their separate classes. Harry had Potions. With Malfoy. And Hermione. Lovely.
Harry sensed his friend watching him. As he made a point of not watching Malfoy, he realized with horror that Hermione had been right. It seemed almost unnatural not to watch him. As the realization hit him, Harry dismissed it, thinking that 'old habits die hard' as the saying goes. But between classes, he found himself searching the halls for the blonde. Then his gaze went directly to the Slytherin table as he entered the Great Hall.
If he didn't know better, he'd say he was obsessed.
Over the next week, he tried -- really tried -- not to watch Malfoy. It only frustrated him more. Then something truly disturbing happened. Just last night, he had had a dream in which Malfoy was a key player. And Harry was the only other one. And they weren't fighting. They were doing something decidedly more pleasant than fighting. And it had felt very good. So good in fact that Harry had woken up randier than he could ever remember being, hard as a rock, with visions of a particular blonde's pink lips wrapped around his cock, while his eyes twinkled mischievously up at Harry. To relieve himself, Harry had taken a very long shower, wanking to images of Malfoy, thankful that he had woken up early, and his dorm mates were still asleep.
Hermione eyed him knowingly as he had walked into the Great Hall that day. Why must she be so damned observant? "What?" Harry had snapped.
She leaned in and whispered so only Harry could hear, "He watches you too, you know." His eyes grew wide as Hermione nodded to reinforce what she had said.
Sure enough, when Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was looking over at him. When Harry caught his eye, Draco frowned and looked away. That was odd. He didn't glare or even smirk at me. Huh. Harry wasn't sure what to make of that, but he did notice Malfoy looking at him several times throughout the day.
~~~~~
Now Harry was looking at the note in his hand. He didn't think it was Malfoy's handwriting. As a wave of disappointment spilled over Harry, he wasn't sure what to make of it. Well, he'd go anyway. What did he have to lose?
Part Two - Draco
Draco looked at the note in his hand.
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 8:00 Saturday night.
The note was not signed. He didn't recognize the handwriting.
~~~~~
Draco, always wary of clandestine meetings, wasn't so sure about this. Of course, someone so cultured as to quote Shakespeare couldn't be all that bad. And the verse chosen ... well ... apparently he or she was quite smitten with Draco. He smiled to himself. Well, who wouldn't be? he thought.
Suddenly he frowned. The one person he really wanted to be smitten with him practically loathed him. Pansy didn't know what she was talking about. He definitely didn't like Draco. And he certainly wasn't one to quote Shakespearean poetry. No, whoever this was, it wasn't him.
Draco almost decided to ignore the note, but something in the back of his mind nudged him. You can't wait around for him forever. Why not just go and see who this mystery person is? He decided to give it a try, and at least meet whoever sent the note.
~~~~~
One week ago:
"Stop staring and just go shag him already!" Pansy said, clearly exasperated.
"What?!" exclaimed Draco.
"You bloody well know what I'm talking about, Draco. Potter. It's always Potter. Just go shag him already and put us all out of our misery," explained Pansy.
"Yes, please do," agreed Blaise. "Your staring is morphing into ogling, and soon you'll be making puppy dog eyes at him -- which you know is not acceptable for a Slytherin. Get a grip, and get him out of your system already!"
Draco groaned in response. "I am not ogling Potter, and I assure you I will not be making 'puppy dog eyes' at anyone -- most definitely not Potter. You two don't know what you're talking about."
Blaise and Pansy merely rolled their eyes. "So why do you keep staring at him?" Pansy asked.
"Old habits, I suppose."
"Well, do try to break that habit, would you?" Blaise offered, as he looked over at Harry. "You know, he's actually pretty hot. If you're not interested, maybe I'll have a go." Then he left the Great Hall.
Draco resisted tackling Blaise as he left. Oh my God! That couldn't be jealousy that he was feeling, could it? Grumpily, Draco finished his meal in silence, and made his way to his first class. He had Potions. With Potter. And Pansy and Blaise. Wonderful.
Draco saw Pansy watching him, and sensed Blaise was doing the same thing. He was also sensing that Blaise was watching Potter -- something that was making Draco's blood boil. Shit! As he tried not to watch Potter, he realized that his friends had been right. He really was watching him, and by the simmering feeling in his stomach as he thought of what Blaise had said, he was sure it wasn't out of any sort of old habit. He wanted Potter. Between classes, he looked for the Gryffindor, and upon entering the Great Hall for dinner, he immediately looked towards the Gryffindor table.
Oh, he had it bad.
Over the next week, he tried -- and failed -- to forget about Potter and think about something else. Anything else. It only made him think about Potter more. After two days of this, he started fantasizing about him. How it would feel to kiss Potter. How it would feel to press his body up against Potter's. How he would taste as Draco took him into his mouth, as he came down Draco's throat. How it would feel to hear him screaming Draco's name.
He woke up in the middle of the night, Blaise hovering over him. "What are you doing?" he had yelled at his dorm mate.
"You were dreaming. Loudly. While you certainly sounded like you were having a great time with whomever you were dreaming about, perhaps you could cast a silencing charm so the rest of us could get some sleep?"
Draco had put a silencing charm around his bed every night after that, thanking the gods that he hadn't screamed Potter's name. It had been a particularly graphic and fulfilling dream.
A few days later, Draco was met with a stern gaze from Pansy as he entered the Great Hall for breakfast. "What now?" Draco asked.
She leaned in and whispered so that only Draco could hear, "He watches you too, you know." He glared at her and she merely shrugged in response.
When he looked over at the Gryffindor table, he saw Harry come in and sit down across from Hermione. He looked like he hadn't had much sleep. Actually, he looked rather sexy -- in a just-been-shagged sort of way. Then he looked irritated, and said something to Granger. She leaned in and said something to him and then he looked directly at Draco. Draco frowned and looked away, wondering what Granger had said about him.
Thinking about what Pansy had said, Draco made a point of watching Harry that day. Oh, alright, he watched him anyway, but this was to prove a point. Much to his surprise, apparently Pansy had been right. Potter was watching him. But then he gave himself a reality check. Of course he watches me. He hates me, and wants to make sure I'm not stepping out of line.
~~~~~
Now Draco was looking at the note in his hand. He didn't think it was Potter's handwriting, and he knew Potter wouldn't quote Shakespeare. Ignoring his disappointment, he decided to go anyway. What did he have to lose?
Part Three - The Plan
The previous day ...
Pansy and Hermione looked at the notes in their hands.
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 8:00 Saturday night.
They grinned knowingly at each other. They exchanged notes, to be sure the recipients didn't recognize the handwriting.
"So, do you really think this will work?" Pansy asked.
"Of course it will. They're boys, and they're thick, but even they can't ignore their feelings forever," Hermione answered, sounding confident.
"Well, I sure hope so. I don't think I could take much more of this. I did what we agreed to. I called him on his obsession, which he naturally denied. Then I watched him get more and more irritated as the week went on. Blaise said he woke up one night when Draco was moaning in his sleep. Since that day, he's been almost silent. Then yesterday I told him that Potter watches him even more than he watches Potter. He tried to hide it, but he looked pleased."
"I did the same with Harry. Even the first day, he didn't try to deny what he felt. He just turned red and went quiet. Ron was the one denying. But when I told him yesterday that Malfoy watches him too, his reaction was unreadable. Almost like he couldn't trust himself to believe it. Then again, he didn't look like he had got much sleep the night before."
"So where did you get this quote anyway?"
"It's Shakespeare. I figured it was perfect for them, because they really ought to act on their feelings before they -- and all of us around them -- go mad."
"You really are quite brilliant, you know that?" Pansy said, and Hermione blushed in response. "And apparently quite the romantic, too."
"Let's just hope this works, and that they don't kill each other."
"Or us!"
Part Four - The Room of Requirement
Draco arrived precisely at 8:00, to find the hall empty. Suddenly nervous, he thought about turning back.
"Malfoy?" he heard. Damn Potter and that Invisibility Cloak!
"Potter," he scowled.
"Well?" they both said together.
"Well, you summoned me here," Draco said.
"I summoned you? What are you talking about?" Harry asked, confused.
"This note," Draco said as he pulled a piece of parchment from his cloak.
"I got a note too," said Harry, and he pulled his from his pocket. "Let me see yours," he said as he handed Draco his note.
"What the --? They're both the same!" Draco exclaimed.
"And this is Hermione's handwriting," Harry said, giving Draco his note back.
"Are you sure?" Draco asked.
"Positive. I've copied enough of her notes to know her writing anywhere."
"You know, this looks suspiciously like Pansy's writing to me," Draco said, handing Harry's note back to him.
"Why would they do this?" Harry asked.
"I have an idea," said Draco. "But let's talk in there, instead of out in the hallway where anyone can hear us."
"Good idea," Harry agreed.
Draco paced back and forth, and a door appeared. As they opened the door to the Room of Requirement, they were met by a dimly lit room, with a fire blazing, and no furniture but a large four posted bed right in the centre.
"Interesting choice of decor," Harry mused as he followed Draco inside and shut the door. "Any particular reason the room chose this setting?"
"I don't know!" Draco exclaimed. "I can't help what the room conjures up!"
Harry smiled. "Actually you can. In fact, it conjures up just what you want -- or need." He took a step closer to Draco. "Interesting that you felt we needed a bed."
Draco turned and glared at him. "Perhaps it was your thoughts that created this scenario."
"And if it was?" Harry asked, closing the gap between them even more.
Draco just stared at Harry, mouth open. He had been expecting a reply, more like an argument, but not that. Definitely not that.
"You might want to close that mouth, Malfoy," Harry teased. "Unless you're planning to put it to good use." Did I just say that?"
Did he just say what I think he said? Draco closed his mouth and looked at Harry, seeing ... something in his eyes. Something he couldn't quite read. Feeling somewhat emboldened, he replied, "So what did you have in mind?"
It took Harry a mere second to register what Draco had said before he pounced. Weaving his fingers through the soft, blonde hair and covering Draco's mouth with his own, Harry walked him backwards towards the centre of the room. As he pushed Draco down onto the bed, they broke apart and he asked in a husky voice, "how's that for a start?"
Draco grabbed the front of Harry's robes, pulling him down towards him. "Works for me," he said as he brought Harry's lips to meet his own in a searing kiss. Fire shot through Harry as their tongues met. Rough yet soft at the same time, the kiss aroused in him a longing so strong, Harry thought he might explode.
As he pressed his body against Draco's, he could feel the obvious desire in both of them, their hard cocks brushing against each other, desperate for more contact. Draco's hands made their way down Harry's back and cupped his arse cheeks, pulling him closer as he thrust his groin upwards. "Fuck!" Harry gasped.
"Gods!" Draco cried. "Feels ... so ... good," he said between kisses, accentuating every word with a further thrust of his hips. Hands roamed, tongues tasted, and hips thrust until Harry felt the familiar blaze of heat course through him, and he was coming, calling Draco's name. Soon after, he felt Draco's body stiffen as he screamed Harry's name.
~~~~~
"Good call on the bed," Harry said as his breathing returned to normal, and he cast a cleaning charm on them.
"I assure you, Harry, I had no such thoughts in my mind. I merely willed the room to give us a place to talk," Draco insisted.
As Harry looked at the bed and its covers of green and silver, he smiled and rested his head on Draco's chest. "Sure, Draco. Whatever you say."
Author:
sesheta_66
Word Count: 2809
Rating: Adult
Warning: No beta. Please point out any mistakes you see.
A/N: This is a belated birthday fic for
faynia . The request was to use one of two quotes. I chose the Shakespeare one, from Venus and Adonis: "Affection is a coal that must be cool'd; else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire." I hope you like what my muse has done with it!
Summary: Harry and Draco finally accept the inevitable.
Disclaimer: HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.
Part One - Harry
Harry looked at the note in his hand.
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 8:00 Saturday night.
The note was not signed. He didn't recognize the handwriting.
~~~~~
Harry, never one to walk away from a challenge, invitation, or even some ridiculous set-up, decided to meet the person who sent the note. Why not? What did he have to lose anyway? Without a war to prepare for or participate in, suddenly his life had become rather boring. Not that he was complaining. Of course he was glad Voldemort was gone. But he could certainly do with something interesting in his life. Something besides his dreams of late. He only hoped it wasn't some stupid joke.
He read the passage again. It was obviously a quote, but who had written it? And what did it mean? Harry mulled it over, and decided that it probably meant that someone who liked him wanted to meet him. Could it be? Could he have sent the note? Well, there was only one way to find out.
~~~~~
One week ago:
"Oh, for the love of Merlin, Harry, would you just go over and talk to him already?"
"What are you talking about, Hermione?" countered Harry.
"Malfoy. I'm talking about Malfoy. You won't stop staring at him." Harry's cheeks went pink at this comment. "You watch him all day, every day."
"He's just making sure he's not up to something," said Ron assuredly. Harry didn't look at him.
"You really are daft, Ronald!" she said in exasperation. "What on earth would he need to be watching out for? The war is over, he switched to our side, and his past actions were based on threats to him and his family. He was never as evil as Harry had wanted to believe in sixth year. Now he's just another student who has returned to school to finish his seventh year." Ron didn't look convinced. "Besides, Harry fancies him."
Ron abruptly choked on his pumpkin juice. Harry looked anywhere but at Ron as his entire face turned red. Hermione merely rolled her eyes and groaned, "Boys!" Then she picked up her books and left the Great Hall.
Ron and Harry sat in uncomfortable silence until thankfully Seamus joined them and started some inane conversation that took them all the way to the end of the meal, and out into the hall where they split up to go to their separate classes. Harry had Potions. With Malfoy. And Hermione. Lovely.
Harry sensed his friend watching him. As he made a point of not watching Malfoy, he realized with horror that Hermione had been right. It seemed almost unnatural not to watch him. As the realization hit him, Harry dismissed it, thinking that 'old habits die hard' as the saying goes. But between classes, he found himself searching the halls for the blonde. Then his gaze went directly to the Slytherin table as he entered the Great Hall.
If he didn't know better, he'd say he was obsessed.
Over the next week, he tried -- really tried -- not to watch Malfoy. It only frustrated him more. Then something truly disturbing happened. Just last night, he had had a dream in which Malfoy was a key player. And Harry was the only other one. And they weren't fighting. They were doing something decidedly more pleasant than fighting. And it had felt very good. So good in fact that Harry had woken up randier than he could ever remember being, hard as a rock, with visions of a particular blonde's pink lips wrapped around his cock, while his eyes twinkled mischievously up at Harry. To relieve himself, Harry had taken a very long shower, wanking to images of Malfoy, thankful that he had woken up early, and his dorm mates were still asleep.
Hermione eyed him knowingly as he had walked into the Great Hall that day. Why must she be so damned observant? "What?" Harry had snapped.
She leaned in and whispered so only Harry could hear, "He watches you too, you know." His eyes grew wide as Hermione nodded to reinforce what she had said.
Sure enough, when Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was looking over at him. When Harry caught his eye, Draco frowned and looked away. That was odd. He didn't glare or even smirk at me. Huh. Harry wasn't sure what to make of that, but he did notice Malfoy looking at him several times throughout the day.
~~~~~
Now Harry was looking at the note in his hand. He didn't think it was Malfoy's handwriting. As a wave of disappointment spilled over Harry, he wasn't sure what to make of it. Well, he'd go anyway. What did he have to lose?
Part Two - Draco
Draco looked at the note in his hand.
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 8:00 Saturday night.
The note was not signed. He didn't recognize the handwriting.
~~~~~
Draco, always wary of clandestine meetings, wasn't so sure about this. Of course, someone so cultured as to quote Shakespeare couldn't be all that bad. And the verse chosen ... well ... apparently he or she was quite smitten with Draco. He smiled to himself. Well, who wouldn't be? he thought.
Suddenly he frowned. The one person he really wanted to be smitten with him practically loathed him. Pansy didn't know what she was talking about. He definitely didn't like Draco. And he certainly wasn't one to quote Shakespearean poetry. No, whoever this was, it wasn't him.
Draco almost decided to ignore the note, but something in the back of his mind nudged him. You can't wait around for him forever. Why not just go and see who this mystery person is? He decided to give it a try, and at least meet whoever sent the note.
~~~~~
One week ago:
"Stop staring and just go shag him already!" Pansy said, clearly exasperated.
"What?!" exclaimed Draco.
"You bloody well know what I'm talking about, Draco. Potter. It's always Potter. Just go shag him already and put us all out of our misery," explained Pansy.
"Yes, please do," agreed Blaise. "Your staring is morphing into ogling, and soon you'll be making puppy dog eyes at him -- which you know is not acceptable for a Slytherin. Get a grip, and get him out of your system already!"
Draco groaned in response. "I am not ogling Potter, and I assure you I will not be making 'puppy dog eyes' at anyone -- most definitely not Potter. You two don't know what you're talking about."
Blaise and Pansy merely rolled their eyes. "So why do you keep staring at him?" Pansy asked.
"Old habits, I suppose."
"Well, do try to break that habit, would you?" Blaise offered, as he looked over at Harry. "You know, he's actually pretty hot. If you're not interested, maybe I'll have a go." Then he left the Great Hall.
Draco resisted tackling Blaise as he left. Oh my God! That couldn't be jealousy that he was feeling, could it? Grumpily, Draco finished his meal in silence, and made his way to his first class. He had Potions. With Potter. And Pansy and Blaise. Wonderful.
Draco saw Pansy watching him, and sensed Blaise was doing the same thing. He was also sensing that Blaise was watching Potter -- something that was making Draco's blood boil. Shit! As he tried not to watch Potter, he realized that his friends had been right. He really was watching him, and by the simmering feeling in his stomach as he thought of what Blaise had said, he was sure it wasn't out of any sort of old habit. He wanted Potter. Between classes, he looked for the Gryffindor, and upon entering the Great Hall for dinner, he immediately looked towards the Gryffindor table.
Oh, he had it bad.
Over the next week, he tried -- and failed -- to forget about Potter and think about something else. Anything else. It only made him think about Potter more. After two days of this, he started fantasizing about him. How it would feel to kiss Potter. How it would feel to press his body up against Potter's. How he would taste as Draco took him into his mouth, as he came down Draco's throat. How it would feel to hear him screaming Draco's name.
He woke up in the middle of the night, Blaise hovering over him. "What are you doing?" he had yelled at his dorm mate.
"You were dreaming. Loudly. While you certainly sounded like you were having a great time with whomever you were dreaming about, perhaps you could cast a silencing charm so the rest of us could get some sleep?"
Draco had put a silencing charm around his bed every night after that, thanking the gods that he hadn't screamed Potter's name. It had been a particularly graphic and fulfilling dream.
A few days later, Draco was met with a stern gaze from Pansy as he entered the Great Hall for breakfast. "What now?" Draco asked.
She leaned in and whispered so that only Draco could hear, "He watches you too, you know." He glared at her and she merely shrugged in response.
When he looked over at the Gryffindor table, he saw Harry come in and sit down across from Hermione. He looked like he hadn't had much sleep. Actually, he looked rather sexy -- in a just-been-shagged sort of way. Then he looked irritated, and said something to Granger. She leaned in and said something to him and then he looked directly at Draco. Draco frowned and looked away, wondering what Granger had said about him.
Thinking about what Pansy had said, Draco made a point of watching Harry that day. Oh, alright, he watched him anyway, but this was to prove a point. Much to his surprise, apparently Pansy had been right. Potter was watching him. But then he gave himself a reality check. Of course he watches me. He hates me, and wants to make sure I'm not stepping out of line.
~~~~~
Now Draco was looking at the note in his hand. He didn't think it was Potter's handwriting, and he knew Potter wouldn't quote Shakespeare. Ignoring his disappointment, he decided to go anyway. What did he have to lose?
Part Three - The Plan
The previous day ...
Pansy and Hermione looked at the notes in their hands.
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 8:00 Saturday night.
They grinned knowingly at each other. They exchanged notes, to be sure the recipients didn't recognize the handwriting.
"So, do you really think this will work?" Pansy asked.
"Of course it will. They're boys, and they're thick, but even they can't ignore their feelings forever," Hermione answered, sounding confident.
"Well, I sure hope so. I don't think I could take much more of this. I did what we agreed to. I called him on his obsession, which he naturally denied. Then I watched him get more and more irritated as the week went on. Blaise said he woke up one night when Draco was moaning in his sleep. Since that day, he's been almost silent. Then yesterday I told him that Potter watches him even more than he watches Potter. He tried to hide it, but he looked pleased."
"I did the same with Harry. Even the first day, he didn't try to deny what he felt. He just turned red and went quiet. Ron was the one denying. But when I told him yesterday that Malfoy watches him too, his reaction was unreadable. Almost like he couldn't trust himself to believe it. Then again, he didn't look like he had got much sleep the night before."
"So where did you get this quote anyway?"
"It's Shakespeare. I figured it was perfect for them, because they really ought to act on their feelings before they -- and all of us around them -- go mad."
"You really are quite brilliant, you know that?" Pansy said, and Hermione blushed in response. "And apparently quite the romantic, too."
"Let's just hope this works, and that they don't kill each other."
"Or us!"
Part Four - The Room of Requirement
Draco arrived precisely at 8:00, to find the hall empty. Suddenly nervous, he thought about turning back.
"Malfoy?" he heard. Damn Potter and that Invisibility Cloak!
"Potter," he scowled.
"Well?" they both said together.
"Well, you summoned me here," Draco said.
"I summoned you? What are you talking about?" Harry asked, confused.
"This note," Draco said as he pulled a piece of parchment from his cloak.
"I got a note too," said Harry, and he pulled his from his pocket. "Let me see yours," he said as he handed Draco his note.
"What the --? They're both the same!" Draco exclaimed.
"And this is Hermione's handwriting," Harry said, giving Draco his note back.
"Are you sure?" Draco asked.
"Positive. I've copied enough of her notes to know her writing anywhere."
"You know, this looks suspiciously like Pansy's writing to me," Draco said, handing Harry's note back to him.
"Why would they do this?" Harry asked.
"I have an idea," said Draco. "But let's talk in there, instead of out in the hallway where anyone can hear us."
"Good idea," Harry agreed.
Draco paced back and forth, and a door appeared. As they opened the door to the Room of Requirement, they were met by a dimly lit room, with a fire blazing, and no furniture but a large four posted bed right in the centre.
"Interesting choice of decor," Harry mused as he followed Draco inside and shut the door. "Any particular reason the room chose this setting?"
"I don't know!" Draco exclaimed. "I can't help what the room conjures up!"
Harry smiled. "Actually you can. In fact, it conjures up just what you want -- or need." He took a step closer to Draco. "Interesting that you felt we needed a bed."
Draco turned and glared at him. "Perhaps it was your thoughts that created this scenario."
"And if it was?" Harry asked, closing the gap between them even more.
Draco just stared at Harry, mouth open. He had been expecting a reply, more like an argument, but not that. Definitely not that.
"You might want to close that mouth, Malfoy," Harry teased. "Unless you're planning to put it to good use." Did I just say that?"
Did he just say what I think he said? Draco closed his mouth and looked at Harry, seeing ... something in his eyes. Something he couldn't quite read. Feeling somewhat emboldened, he replied, "So what did you have in mind?"
It took Harry a mere second to register what Draco had said before he pounced. Weaving his fingers through the soft, blonde hair and covering Draco's mouth with his own, Harry walked him backwards towards the centre of the room. As he pushed Draco down onto the bed, they broke apart and he asked in a husky voice, "how's that for a start?"
Draco grabbed the front of Harry's robes, pulling him down towards him. "Works for me," he said as he brought Harry's lips to meet his own in a searing kiss. Fire shot through Harry as their tongues met. Rough yet soft at the same time, the kiss aroused in him a longing so strong, Harry thought he might explode.
As he pressed his body against Draco's, he could feel the obvious desire in both of them, their hard cocks brushing against each other, desperate for more contact. Draco's hands made their way down Harry's back and cupped his arse cheeks, pulling him closer as he thrust his groin upwards. "Fuck!" Harry gasped.
"Gods!" Draco cried. "Feels ... so ... good," he said between kisses, accentuating every word with a further thrust of his hips. Hands roamed, tongues tasted, and hips thrust until Harry felt the familiar blaze of heat course through him, and he was coming, calling Draco's name. Soon after, he felt Draco's body stiffen as he screamed Harry's name.
~~~~~
"Good call on the bed," Harry said as his breathing returned to normal, and he cast a cleaning charm on them.
"I assure you, Harry, I had no such thoughts in my mind. I merely willed the room to give us a place to talk," Draco insisted.
As Harry looked at the bed and its covers of green and silver, he smiled and rested his head on Draco's chest. "Sure, Draco. Whatever you say."