Title: The Mask
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea. J.K. Rowling owns all the characters, Hogwarts and everything but the idea.
The next morning Harry walked down to the great hall with an almost noticeable bounce in his step, and numerous people had asked him why he was so happy. He just shrugged and said that it was a beautiful day. Though many people just rolled their eyes, and stared pointedly at the love mark on his neck. He hadn't bothered to cover it. He liked it way too much. It made him think of the boy from the night before.
When he entered the Great Hall, he could already here people talking about the two mystery boys from the night before, how cute they were together, how perfect. And for once Harry didn't mind that everyone was talking about him. Mostly because they didn't know it was him, under that mask.
"So um…Harry mate, are you gay?"Ron asked quietly, through a mouth full of toast.
"What?" Harry asked turning bright red.
"You know…Are you gay? I mean you kissed that guy last night. That makes you gay right?" Ron asked his ears red.
"That doesn't mean he's gay, Ronald. He could have just wanted to see what it was like." Hermione said, taking a sip of orange juice.
"Well is that what it was?" Ron asked looking back at Harry.
Harry sighed, "I don't really know guys. I've never had feelings for a boy before."
"So you do have feelings for this bloke then?"
"I don't know who he is Ron. But er, I do have an attraction to him." Harry blushed and peeked up at Ron through his fringe. "Does that make me gay?"
"Not necessarily." Hermione grinned. "That just means you're attracted to him."
"But who is he?" Ron asked slightly frustrated.
"I don't know…But I hope that I will know soon."
But as he finished saying that Harry noticed a white blonde figure walking out of the Great Hall. He smirked and stood, "I'll meet you in Herbology." He said as he started to walk away.
He stepped out of the Great Hall, "Draco!"
Draco turned and stared at him in a confused way, "Oh hello Harry."
"I didn't see you last night." Harry mock pouted.
"No, well you wouldn't have would you have? Not with Dumbledore's tricky glamour spell." Draco seemed distracted, because he kept looking past Harry, over his shoulders.
Harry frowned but rubbed his arm in a self conscious way, "Will you meet me in the room of requirement before dinner?"
Draco looked at Harry, and his lips twitched up, "Yeah. I'll meet you."
Suddenly happy again Harry smiled coyly, "Alright then, thank you."
"How can I resist? Especially when there's firewhiskey in the room." Draco chuckled and tapped Harry on the nose with his index finger.
"See you there." Harry chuckled, and then watched Draco walk away. His eyes drawn to the Slytherin's silky strut.
When Harry got to the Room of Requirement later that day, Draco was already there, and he was already nursing a glass of whiskey. Harry smiled at him and dropped his book bag and robes onto the ground by the door. He pulled his tie loose and curled up on the other side of the couch.
"Excellent. Yours?" harry smiled when Draco handed him a glass of the whiskey.
"It was alright." Draco whistled and pulled down Harry's collar, his finger lightly brushed against the love mark on Harry's neck. "Nice work."
Harry blushed and chuckled, "Yeah, isn't it? I kind of love it."
"Whose work is it though?"
"Um…Well you know the two men dancing last night?"
"Of course, it's huge gossip!"
"Well I was one of them…"
"Really? Well done Potter." Draco raised an admiring eyebrow at Harry, who for some reason felt very relieved.
"You don't have a problem with it? I mean…The fact that he's a…He?"
Draco blinked in confusion, "Wha- No! The wizarding world is not as biased as the muggle world when it comes to these things Harry."
"Good. I was slightly worried."
"So is he you're secret admirer?"
"Must be, or at least I hope so."
"Aw does ickle Harry have a crush?" Draco teased him a simpering voice.
Harry threw his pillow at Draco and rolled his eyes, "Maybe I do."
"Oh and apparently you already got busy with him." Draco looked pointedly at Harry's neck, eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Sadly not really. I mean we snogged, but that was really it. I wish we would have done more." Harry blushed when he realized what he'd said and avoided looking at d
"Well why didn't you?"
"He didn't want to…Is that bad?"
"That he walked from the chance to have sex with the great Harry Potter? Depends."
"Maybe he doesn't want to hurt you and is waiting to reveal himself, or maybe he's just not man enough to do it."
Harry thought for a long moment, "Perhaps."
"So how was the snogging?" Draco asked with a wicked smile.
"Oh it was bloody brilliant. Knew exactly what to do with his teeth and tongue." Harry sighed happily.
Draco's smirk grew, "Did he? Well that's lucky isn't it?"
Harry stretched out on the couch, bolding laying his legs across Draco's. "Mm I don't think I've ever felt that way before."
"So…aroused, I suppose." Pink tinged Harry's cheeks but he just pretended to study his nails.
"I have a question…"
"What are you going to do if this guy turns out to be a complete dog? Like fat and spotty?"
Harry frowned, "He isn't…He's skinny and if his lips are any indication of what he's like then he bloody gorgeous." His lips twitched and he looked away, "But it's not always about looks Draco, it's about feelings."
"Yeah but you've got to be attracted to someone to shag them."
"I know… Look let's talk about your mystery girl."
Draco sighed aggregately, "Let's not talk about some stupid girl."
Harry sat up; his legs still draped across Draco's, "Did it go badly Draco?" When Draco just looked away, Harry pouted, "Well, then the girls a blithering idiot. Anyone would be lucky to have you." He smiled lightly and brushed back a stray lock of hair that had fallen in Draco's eyes.
He felt Draco's body shudder and his forehead dropped in concern. "Are you cold?"
"What? Oh no…" Draco shook his head, clearly trying to clear his head. "Um…How's your charms homework going?"
The next day Harry woke to a very familiar letter on the end of his bed. He grabbed it and tore it open.
Fifth floor, the Barnabus corridor. 3:00 p.m.
Harry bit his lip and let out a little squeak before throwing himself back on the bed, his hands clutching the letter to his chest. He kicked his legs on the bed and laughed loudly, he couldn't help it. He finally got the letter! He was so excited!
He pushed back his curtains and scrambled out of bed. The clock next to his bed read 12:00 o'clock; he and Draco hadn't left the Room of Requirement until very late the night before. With a loud laugh, Harry threw himself into their shared bathroom and launched himself into the shower.
3:00 o'clock, 3:00 o'clock kept running through his mind, he wished that he could speed time up. Maybe the mystery boy would reveal who he was! Harry let out an excited squeak and scrubbed himself down, until he was raw and completely clean. He wanted to be perfect for…well for whoever he was!
After his shower he got out, brushed his teeth, attempted to comb his hair so that it didn't look like he'd just rolled out of bed, (with no luck), and pulled clothes out of his trunk. He was standing by the bed staring at various, 'maybe' outfits, when Hermione and Ron walked in.
"Good afternoon Harry, what are you doing?"
"Oh hello Hermione, I'm trying to decide which outfit I want to wear today…"
"Since when have you been picky about clothes mate?"Ron chuckled, as he tossed himself back onto his bed.
"Since I got another letter!" Harry ducked his head down, so they couldn't see him grinning ecstatically.
Hermione let out a rather unusual, (for her, anyways), girly squeal and clapped her hands together, "Oh my! Really? Where is it? Let me see!"
Harry rolled his eyes at Ron who was chuckling quietly on his bed, but passed her the letter.
"But…But Harry that's just a deserted floor." Hermione tipped her head in confusion.
A wicked grin flashed onto Harry's face, "I know."
Then Hermione flushed and Ron laughed loudly. Hermione pushed her hair back, her face still slightly pink, "Oh well…So all these clothes are for your date today?"
"Yes! So what do I wear?"
"Well, if you're going for seductive…then definitely this one!" Hermione picked up a plain black t-shirt with tight jeans. "Definitely this one."
Harry grabbed the clothes she picked out and hurried into the bathroom. He pulled on the clothes and then walked back into the room. "This shirt is too big and it's faded!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and pointed her wand at his shirt. The shirt tightened and turned jet black instead of the faded black- grey it had been before. "There, that's better isn't it?"
Harry looked in the mirror, "Yes…I like this one."
Hermione smiled in a satisfied way, "Want to go get some lunch Harry?"
"Erm Yeah." Harry said still looking in the mirror, hoping the boy would like what he saw. Then he laughed when he realized what he was doing.
"Harry didn't I say I would tell you when it was 2:45?" Hermione snapped. Harry nodded slowly and the scary glint was back in her eyes, "Then why do you insist on asking me what time it is every five minutes?"
She wasn't wrong; Harry had been asking her repeatedly for the time. So he could understand why she was getting annoyed. But didn't she understand why this was so important? He frowned and looked away but heard Ron cough and say quietly, "Mione?"
"What Ronald?" Came Hermione's second snap.
"Look at your watch love."
There was a long moment of silence then Hermione cleared her throat. "Um…Harry."
Harry looked up at her and tried not to smirk when she had a horrible flush covering her face, "Yes Hermione?"
"Thank you." Harry said only a little bit sarcastically as he gathered his books and parchment and shoved it all into his satchel. He stood and grinned, all his annoyance with Hermione already gone in lieu of his meeting with the stranger. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck mate."
"Be careful! Good luck. Try to figure out who he is."
Harry hurried out of the library, his friends still calling after him. He grinned and tried to make himself walk slowly. He didn't want to run to fifth floor that would make him look desperate. He had to be calm, cool, and collected. He wanted this boy to see him as cool and confident. Not acting like some 4th year girl going on her first Hogsmeade date.
But despite all his self told pep talks, his palms were still sweating horribly by the time he got to the fifth floor. He looked around, didn't hear anything or anyone. He bit his lip and wandered up and down the Barnabus corridor, wondering if he was early, or, (and he shuddered when he thought of this), if the boy changed his mind and didn't want anything to do with him anymore.
He was frowning and pushing his hair back, when an arm reached out from the broom cupboard on his left and yanked him inside. He yelped and made to pull out his wand, but stopped immediately when soft lips landed on his.
Feeling the kiss and at the same time, desperation to know who was kissing him, Harry reached up to find the cord for the light. But the boy grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above his head. The boy's lips claimed Harry's neck again and he moaned loudly.
"Wait…Who are you?" Harry gasped out. But the boy simply sucked in Harry's earlobe, causing his knee's to wobble precariously.
The boy seemed to sense that because, he ducked down and picked Harry up and Harry gratefully wrapped his legs around the boy's waist. But when the boy started grinding into him, and their middles met and pushed against each other, Harry gasped loudly. "Oh. OH more…"
The boy chuckled darkly, and his hand pushed off Harry's robes, but as Harry was so tightly pinned against the wall, the robes just stayed pinned behind him. With one hand pulling the boy back in for a kiss, Harry's other hand began unbuttoning his own shirt. The boy growled in approval and ran his finger across Harry's chest, his fingers stopping to pinch at his nipple.
When the boy heard Harry's reaction to that, he seemed pleased, because he ducked his head down and lapped at one very hard nipple. Harry closed his eyes and gripped at the boys hair, he'd never felt so aroused.
"More?" a husky, whispering voice asked in his ear.
"Yes…" Harry panted, his body shaking.
The boy lowered Harry back to his feet and unzipped Harry's jeans. His fingertips teased the area above Harry's jeans and he rubbed their groins together, their twin bulges pushing at each other, rubbing. "Please…" Harry whimpered.
A single, slender finger stroked down Harry's navel, through the patch of hair leading down to Harry's hard on. When a single finger ran down his length Harry whimpered and pressed forward into the hand. Finally when the warm, soft hand cupped him and began to move up and down, slowly, torturously, Harry gasped and leaned for forward, pressing his mouth up and luckily finding a mouth in the darkness.
The boys strokes grew faster and tighter, and Harry was moaning steadily now. He could feel his release boiling up inside him, growing more and more intense. The boys tongue tangled with his own before he pulled back and whispered, "Come, Harry."
Harry gave in to the heat building up inside him and felt his body burn up as he came. His mouth cried out against the ones on his and his nails clenched on his shoulders. His cum spurted out all over the boys hand and he slumped back against the wall.
As he came down from all the pleasure, he felt the boy stroking his face and hair gently and dropping whispers of kisses along his face and neck.
Harry blinked, "Won't you tell me who you are? Please?"
He felt the boy shake his head as; his lips grazed his and sighed. "Please I want to know you."
The boy kissed him once more before pulling back and slipping out into the corridor, leaving Harry extremely happy and sad at the same time. All he'd wanted was to know who this boy was. The boy who made his blood boil, his heart rush in his chest and his body shiver.
Harry sighed, the boy would tell him who he was in time, if that's what he wanted to do.
"You're starting to look like a cheetah." Draco chuckled as he eyed Harry's neck.
It had been three, almost four weeks since the masquerade ball and Harry and his secret admirer met almost every other day in the broom cupboard, on the fifth floor. And it was true that his lover seemed to have an affinity for marking him up.
Harry touched on of the marks on his neck, lovingly with a fingertip and smiled. "Mm yeah I guess I am."
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. But Harry didn't pay much attention to him. He knew that Draco didn't really care for his lover. He thought the boy was being cowardly; hiding his identity from Harry. Though he was quite amused by Harry's stories about what went on in the broom cupboard and how affected Harry was by those moments.
And Ron and Hermione were just happy with how happy Harry was. Though they too expressed concerns about why the boy hadn't just shown himself to Harry yet.
Of course Harry didn't mind so much. He barely knew the boy, but something inside him felt drawn to the boy. And there was no way to resist him; it was like a moth to the flame. And he didn't want to resist him.
"Harry…Harry, you're daydreaming about him again aren't you?"
Harry laughed and scratched the back of his head, "Yeah I am…"
"And he still hasn't given you any indication of he is?"
"No. Draco he hasn't."
"Lame…" Draco said looking away. "How are you too, supposed to shag if you can't even see him?"
Harry blushed brightly, "Who says were going to shag?"
Draco snorted, "You're not then?" But he looked carefully at Harry.
"I'm not going to shag someone if I don't know who they are."
"Oh you can only get a blowjob, if you don't know them?" Draco teased, his eyes twinkling.
Just thinking about the boy's delicious mouth wrapped around his cock, made Harry aroused again. They had finally advanced from hand jobs to blowjobs in the last week and if he'd thought having someone's hand touching if was the most arousing thing he'd ever felt than he was insane, because it couldn't get much better than having his mouth, tongue and teeth teasing his hard manhood. Could it?
Harry grinned and shrugged, "Sex is more bonding. I want to know him, personality and what he looks like before or if we advance to that. I want love and openness."
Draco stayed silent, studying him for a long moment. Then he looked away, his perfectly straight and brilliantly white teeth biting his bottom lip. Harry scooted closer to him in concern, "Draco what's wrong?"
Draco hadn't talked about the girl he had liked before the ball since the day after the ball, but Harry was wondering if he'd accidently said something that may have inadvertently hurt Draco, bothered him.
The blonde snorted and shook his head, "Nothing Harry, just um…ironic that's all."
"What's ironic?" Harry asked more confused than concerned now.
"Nothing…" Draco shook his head and then startled Harry by stroking his hair back lightly. Draco caught himself and winced, he jerked his hand back and scooted to the other end of the couch, "I'm sorry."
Harry took a deep breath and realized his heart was beating rapidly, "It's…its okay, really."
Draco stood and grabbed his stuff, "I'm going to go. See you tomorrow."
"Draco…" Harry started but he was already gone by the time he finished saying his name.
'What is going on with me?' Harry asked himself. 'Must be all the sexual things I've been doing lately. That's probably why I felt so turned on when Draco touched me. That's it…I don't fancy Draco and even if I did, which I don't, it wouldn't matter, he's not gay.'
He took a deep breath and sat up straighter. Poor Draco had probably seen the lust in his eyes when he touched him and that's why he took off like he did. Harry winced and hoped that he didn't scare Draco away. He really loved their friendship and how close they were getting. He didn't want anything to jeopardize that.
Harry sat straight up in bed, breathing hard. He panted really hard and reached down between his blankets. He ran his hand across his middle and felt his hardness. His dream had been so intense. He closed his eyes and called pieces of the dream forward.
Long slender fingers gripping his hips. Lips brushing against his nipples. A laugh that was completely familiar too him, in his ears. Hips pushing into his, long, thick cock brushing against his own. Grey eyes sparkling down into his own. Thin pink lips smirking at him, playfully. Harry's fingers clenching white blonde hair.
Harry's eyes flashed open and he felt his face drop in shock. "Oh no…" harry groaned.
Sure he'd had dreams about sex before, especially lately. But usually his dreams were about his lover…not Draco. He bit his lip and shuddered. He didn't know why he was dreaming about Draco in such an intimate way.
Harry sighed and lay back on his bed. He covered his eyes with his arm and willed himself to go back to sleep. He tried to think about his lovers arms around him, his lips on his. But as he drifted off to sleep, a blonde haired boy was the one holding him in a lovers embrace, and his pale lips ghosted across Harry's.
"Just tell me who you are…Please! Are you ashamed that you're doing this with me, is that why you won't tell me who you are?" Harry held onto the arms of the boy, in the dark of course.
The boy stiffened and he shook his head frantically. Relief filtered into Harry but he persisted in his questions "Then why won't you tell me? Can't you see how I feel about you? I'm not ashamed. I want to know you, all of you."
Harry heard the boy sigh and then he leaned his head onto Harry's shoulder, "You wouldn't like me if you knew who I was." The boy whispered quickly.
"What are you talking about? Of course I would. Give me a little credit." Harry captured the boy's lips in a soft kiss and threw caution to the wind and whispered, "I think I'm falling for you…"
Again his lover stiffened, but then lips crashed onto his and he opened his mouth. Their tongues crashed together and Harry's hands tangled in his hair, loving the feel of the silky locks running through his fingers.
He did feel a twinge of guilt as they kissed passionately. He'd just professed that he was falling for the boy, but he felt guilty because he was still having sexual dreams about Draco. He didn't know if it was wrong to tell the boy he was falling for him when he secretly had feelings for another boy. But he was falling for both of them. And Harry knew that he was going to most likely be with this boy and not Draco. Draco wasn't gay and he would accept that, it would just take time.
When a hand grasped him through his jeans, Harry moaned and leaned into the touch. "I want you…" he whispered.
The boy moaned in approval and dropped to his knees. Harry gasped when his mouth closed over his cock and began moving, teeth and tongue sliding and scraping against the underside of his hard on. "Please I want you inside me…" Harry gasped out.
The boy stopped, and Harry growled in frustration and tried to move himself in again. When the movements started up again, they were slow and calculating as though the mysterious boy was trying to learn every action that would bring a reaction out of Harry.
Harry let out a low moan and tried not to thrust into the boy's throat. But when a hand began to fondle his balls, he couldn't help it and he began thrusting into the boy's throat. At first he was concerned that he might hurt the boy and slowed down completely, but fortunately for him fingers dug into his hips and made him keep moving his hips.
And that was such an intimate act, the boy letting Harry fuck his mouth. That Harry lost control and came; he gripped the wall behind him and let out a guttural moan. The boy swallowed loudly and then licked Harry clean, quickly.
As he slid up Harry's body to stand, Harry wrapped his arms around the taller boy's neck. "I'm sorry did I hurt you?"
Harry sighed and rolled his shoulders, "You're going to leave now aren't you."
The boy just kissed him lightly on his temples and then on his lips, while his fingers stroked soothingly across his lightning bolt scar. Harry loved that feeling and smiled sweetly. "You're so sweet. I just adore you so much."
Lips pressed against his and he heard the knob to the door wiggling and he closed his eyes. He didn't want to see him leave. Harry felt like if the boy didn't reveal himself soon, very soon then he wasn't sure if he could keep up with this little game they were playing. Where the boy knew everything about Harry and Harry knew nothing about what he who the boy was. And a relationship couldn't work that way.
He was sure that the boy felt that too, because there was a bit of desperation in the last kiss, a sad sort of desperation that was mixed with an ultimatum.
Harry was shaking by the time he walked into the Gryffindor common room. He spotted Hermione and Ron sitting by the fireplace and went to join them. Hermione took one look at him and said anxiously, "Harry, what's wrong?"
"Um…I don't know exactly. I kind of told him that I wanted him to be honest with me…To tell me who he was and he still didn't. I don't know that I can keep this up. I like him a lot but I don't really know him do i? All I know is that he can be really romantic, sweet and gentle. But I don't know him as a person. I don't even know his name." Harry took a deep breath and continued quickly. "I can't keep this up."
Ron scooted over to him, "Harry, I know what these first love things are like and it's intense, passionate and beautiful all at once. But it won't last if you don't get to know each other. If he can't reveal himself to you completely then I don't and I know you don't see the point of continuing this. If he feels for you like he says in those letters than he will be open with you. But if he doesn't, I'm sorry Harry. I know how people treat you, how people are with you and its not fair that you have to second guess every kind thing that someone does for you. I just don't want to see you get hurt mate. And I'm afraid it's past the point where you can get out unscathed. You're like my brother Harry; I'll accept anything you choose to do. And just remember that I'm here when you need me. No matter what happens."
Harry felt tears well up in his eyes at Ron's words and moved over to hug him but Hermione got there first, sobbing. "Oh Ronald, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard you say!"
Ron's eyes widened at the sudden embrace of Hermione and met Harry's eyes over her bushy hair. Harry cracked up and Ron started to laugh too. Then they were both roaring with laughter and Hermione pulled back with her tear filled eyes narrowed, "What is so funny?"
"Nothing Mione, nothing." Ron said, still chucking and he kissed her head lovingly.
Hermione smiled and laid her hand on his cheek, "Don't you think that was the best thing he's ever said Harry?"
Harry chuckled, "Yes it was. Thank you Ron."
Then they cracked up again. After laughing for a long moment Ron rolled his eyes, "you going to go see Malfoy tonight?"
With a sad sigh harry shook his head, "No…He said he couldn't make it tonight." Draco had indeed told him that he was too busy to make it up to the Room of Requirement that night. For some reason that had made Harry upset. He was so used to seeing Draco practically every night and not seeing him made him tense.
The rest of the night was easy and fun, spending time with Ron and Hermione was always the most relaxing and comforting time for Harry. They were in all ways his family. His best friends and brother and sister. They wanted his happiness and he wanted theirs.
The next four days were the most stressful of Harry's life. He hadn't spent time with Draco or his lover. It strangely hurt to be out of contact with the both of them. But for some reason not seeing Draco, not talking with him, laughing with him, being near him hurt Harry more than anything more than not seeing his lover.
Draco had become such an intricate part of his life, not as entwined with his soul as Hermione and Ron but he was in there in a different way. The comfort and warmth that came with Draco was like a drug to Harry, he needed him in his life. And as cheesy as it sounded Harry needed Draco to feel complete.
So not seeing him or talking to him was awful and it took an effect on Harry. He hadn't been sleeping well, or eating well, he was just so consumed with wondering how Draco was, how he was feeling. And wondering if he missed Harry's company as much as Harry missed his.
He could tell that Hermione and Ron were worried about him, but they thought that he was missing his lover and not Draco. And he didn't know how to tell them that he was falling in love with his ex rival.
So when Hermione dragged him down to dinner Harry went with her to placate her. He sat down at the table in between Ron and Hermione and tried not to look over at the Slytherin table. He didn't want to see Draco happy and completely fine with no contact between them. It would hurt just too much.
He had just put down his fork after playing with his food for fifteen minutes when a white dove landed in front of him, capturing everyone in the Great Hall's attention again. Harry jumped and his eyes widened when he saw that in its beak it held the white mask that his lover had worn at the Masquerade ball almost a month and a half before. He took the mask and studied it, his mind racing, wondering what it could mean. And why he had it.
Then he noticed the letter that the bird was clutching in its talons. He took it and pulled the letter out of the thick parchment envelope. The letter only contained too very shaky, very nervously written words.
After a confused couple of moments and not hearing the many people in the Great Hall gasp, including Hermione and Ron, Harry looked straight up. Draco stood in front of him, chewing his bottom lip nervously. Harry stood slightly out of confusion and in relief at finally being near Draco again. "Draco?"
With a nervous smile, Draco plucked the mask out of Harry's hand and raised it too his face. Harry gasped in realization, "You? You're him?"
Draco lowered the mask slowly and shrugged self consciously. "Yeah…I am."
Ignoring the whirlwind of emotions rushing through his body Harry unconsciously took a step closer to Draco, who tracked the movement with his eyes. "But you hate him…"
With a short laugh Draco grinned, "I hate that I couldn't bring myself to tell you that it was me."
Still shocked and filled with a slightly jittery feeling Harry bit his lip and stared into Draco's warm grey eyes, "Whoa…"
"Still lo-…Want me?" Draco asked his nervousness thicker in his voice.
Harry took a moment to evaluate Draco's words, noting that he had almost said love. Then he smiled softly and looked back up. "Do I still love you?" Draco trembled at Harry's blank tone, "Of course you prat!"
Draco beamed and yanked Harry close to him, his lips were on Harry's as he whispered, "I love you Harry."
"I love you too mystery broom cupboard lover."
With a small chuckle, Draco pressed his lips against Harry's and began kissing them in earnest. Neither could hear most of the Great Hall burst into applause, neither could hear Dumbledore wolf whistle and neither boy could hear any of the rare snide remarks about them. And neither of them heard Luna sigh dreamily and say, "I knew they would find each other."
They just kissed each other as though their very lives depended on it. And both felt their heart beats race to match each others. When Harry finally pulled back to take a breath he tapped Draco's nose with the tip of his finger and said teasingly, "Really though Draco, a broom cupboard? We had the whole Room of Requirement!"
Draco laughed too; looking the happiest Harry had ever seen him. "Maybe I'm a bit kinky love."
"Shall we find out how kinky? I've been dying to touch you." Harry whispered his breath ghosting across Draco's lips.
Flushing slightly at Harry's words, and harry could feel Draco's arousal growing on his leg. Draco growled playfully, "oh I knew I had a reason for loving you."