A/N: I am so so so so sorry, I know, I suck D: But I finally got back into the groove with this story, and I think I'll be more on top of it. (Like, Draco on Harry ;D) Again, I'm so sorry about the delay, and sorry this chapter is so short, but the next one'll be longer, I'm pretty sure. Thanks to anyone who stuck it out with me, even though I suckkkkkkkk. :) lovelovelove to you all!

Disclaimer: No, still don't own it. Everything but the (dirty, dirty) plot, belongs to JKR.

Chapter 5.

Dracos footsteps echoed in the empty halls as he made his way to the Hospital Wing, but realized he wouldn't have to travel quite that far when he noticed the Prefects Bathroom door fall to a close.

He decided to at least check the bathroom to see if it had been Potter, even though he knew that he shouldn't know the password, since shockingly, he wasn't a Prefect.

Whispering the password, he crept quietly in the lavatory, and peeked around a corner, his mouth turning into an 'o' at the sight he saw.

Harry was leaning on the east wall, arm above his head, hair hanging down over his clenched eyes. Soft moans were escaping his lips, a slight sheen of sweat gathering at his brow.

Dracos eyes followed the curves and contours of the Harrys form, from the top of his disheveled hair, to his strong Seeker arms, down his waist to the front of his body. Draco's mouth watered at the image, that he was sure going to burn into his brain so he'd always remember it. Even though he had just helped the boy wank off, it was different seeing him on display like this. Even in the dark of the closet the night before, Draco didn't fully get to see Harry's body.

Just as Draco was going to interrupt the scene, Harry flung his head back and brought himself to another release, crying out.


The blonde's heart rate must have tripled, as he watched those perfect pink lips shouting his own name in ecstasy.

Harry leaned his damp forehead against the cool tiled wall in front of him, before opening his mouth to speak.

"Enjoy the show, Malfoy?"

Draco felt his jaw drop slightly, before he told himself to get it together, and made his way around the protruding wall. "How long did you know I was there for?" He asked, his voice still trembling, trying to regain his normal heartbeat pace.

"I didn't, but you just gave yourself away, didn't you?" Draco could hear the slight grin in his tone. He turned his head to look at the other boy, and shook the hair out of his eyes. "I figured you'd follow me. I never took you for a stalker, Malfoy. It's kind of creepy, I won't lie."

"I wasn't stalking you, Potter." Draco retorted, taking a few steps closer to Harry. "I was merely following you, to make sure you were okay. Professor Snape told me to assist you to the Hospital Wing, however… I doubt Madame Pomfrey will be able to help you with the problem you're having."

Harry's eyes narrowed at the approaching Slytherin, "I'm pretty sure I just took care of my problem, Malfoy, but thanks for the concern. You can go back to the classroom now." He took this time to readjust himself, turning around ignoring the blondes presence.

Draco stood still for a moment, contemplating his next move. "Potter, I'm not going back to the classroom without you, Snapes orders."

"Just tell him I hexed you, or something, I'm sure you'll do fine with lying to him, you usually manage pretty well," Harry spoke sharply, remembering all the previous time Draco had managed to get him into trouble with the Potions Master.

Draco couldn't help but pick up on the almost angry tone in Potters voice, and he felt a pang of guilt.

The bathroom was quiet for a minute, neither of the two speaking, caught up in their own thoughts.

"Potter…" Draco spoke softly, vulnerability shimmering through his words. Harry turned on his heel, both surprise and concern showing on his face before he could mask them.

"Why are you still here, Malfoy?" Harrys voice dropped low, "You should just leave." He couldn't figure out why, but at the words his pulse throbbed, and he knew deep down he really didn't want him to go.

Draco looked up from the floor, and his eyes were glassy, full of emotion that Harry couldn't seem to place on the boy. He'd never seen the Slytherin look so out of place, so undone.

"I don't… I don't want to go." The words were barely a whisper, Harry had to strain to hear them. In three long strides he was standing right in front of the raven-haired boy, just a few inches taller than he was, "I just wanted to apologize, for everything." His hand came up under Harry's chin, and his slender fingers tilted it upwards. Before Harry could speak, Draco dipped down to place a feather soft kiss on the pink lips.

It was different in every way from any of the other kisses they had previously shared, it was full of raw emotion, and it was almost painful how light it was. As if he weren't in control of his own body, Harrys hand reached up and pulled the blonde head closer, deepening the kiss. He knew he wasn't as experienced as Draco in the art of physical relationships, but everything inside of him told him that this was right, and it felt so perfect.

"Oh my god!" A shrill voice broke the pair apart, and Harry gasped seeing Hermione standing in the entrance way to the bathroom.

"Hermione! This, uh, this…" Harry stuttered, wanting to claim that it wasn't what it looked like, but he knew he couldn't pull one over on the brightest witch at Hogwarts.

Hermione stifled a laugh behind her small hand before letting a smile crack on her face.

"I knew it!" She cried out, and did a little dance in her spot, chanting over and over, "I absolutely knew it!"

Both of the boys exchanged utterly bewildered glances, more confused than ever.

"W-what do you mean, you knew it?" Harry spoke first, the girl finally ceasing her dance and song.

"I KNEW it!" She repeated, looking at the pair, her grin rivaling the Cheshire cat.

"You already said that, Granger." An irritated looking Draco mumbled under his breath, only causing her to giggle much to his chagrin.

"Okay, okay, sorry." Hermione sputtered out after the last few chuckles escaped her lips. She cleared her throat and brushed a stray hair out of her face, "So, how long has this been going on, Harry?"
Harrys face was redder than that of a tomato as he reached up and loosened his tie a bit. "I…" Draco rolled his eyes at the boy who looked like he wanted to climb to the top of the Owlery and take a dive off.

"Granger, if you don't mind since it appears that Harry is clearly incapable of speaking, this," He motioned to the short space between himself and Harry, "hasn't been going on that long, and I would greatly appreciate it if you could keep your mouth shut about the whole thing for now."

Hermione cocked her head to the side and looked long and hard at Draco for a moment before speaking. "Okay."

The blonde opened his mouth to retort, until he realized what she had said, "Okay? That's it? No argument, no scolding?" He was thoroughly confused now.

"Hermione," Harry spoke up, his face finally regaining some of its normal color. He tilted his head up to look her in the eye, and smiled faintly. "Thank you."

She grinned wide, and stepped forward to hug him, and then turned and said goodbye to Draco before bounding out of the lavatory.

Draco was still stuck staring at the spot where the scene had just taken place. "What the bloody hell was that?" He asked, turning to the boy across from him.

"She won't tell anyone, don't worry." Came Harry's curt reply, before he turned and grabbed his bag and made his way towards the door.

"Wait, w-where are you going?" Draco stammered, walking after him. Draco never stammered. What was happening to him? This boy was driving him up a wall!

"Draco… just… give me some time." Harry answered, without turning around, before opening the door and disappearing just as quick as Hermione had left.

Aww, poor Draco!
Find out what happens next time!