Making out Under the Invisibility Cloak
Draco did not shriek when invisible arms grabbed him from a seemingly empty corridor and pulled him into an alcove. No, such an unmanly sound would not have passed a Malfoy’s lips. He merely voiced his surprise very vocally.
“Potter!” he hissed, scowling when Harry pulled his stupid, probably highly illegal invisibility cloak over his head, smirked at him, and proceeded to let it fall over Draco, shielding them from view. “That was not funny.”
“It was and you know it,” he chuckled, his hands coming around Draco’s waist and pulling him against his chest.
“No, it certainly wasn’t. Why are you hiding away underneath that moth-infested thing, anyway? Stop it, Potter. Unhand me at once.”
“You know,” Harry rolled his eyes. “If you keep making such a ruckus, the invisibility will be pointless.”
“Good, maybe you will throw this thing out with all your other horrific hand-me-down clothing, then.”
Harry shook his hand, his eyes crinkling in amusement. His fingers found Draco’s buttocks through his trousers and he squeezed, making the other boy scowl at him indignantly.
“I like the invisibility, actually,” Harry said conversationally. “It keeps crazy people from following me around, and it allows me to molest you all over the castle without anyone seeing it.”
“I should have known that’s all you think about,” Draco huffed out a sigh. “Here I am, working my arse off trying to get good results on my NEWTS and you -”
He found himself thoroughly shut up by Harry’s lips on his. And, oh well. All right, then. Maybe he could take a break for this. Only a few minutes, though. It wasn’t like anyone was ever going to know.
His arms came around Harry’s shoulders and he opened his lips to the other boy’s probing tongue, melting into the kiss. One hand kept massaging Draco’s buttocks, and the other slid up his back until it cupped his neck, keeping his head gently trapped in the kiss.
Draco heard footsteps. A couple of girls joking, laughing, passing them by. Draco’s brain screamed at him to pull away, that this was too public, but then again, no one could see them, could they?
And it felt far too good to stop.
The girls passed on, non-the wiser. Harry pulled away to kiss up Draco’s jaw until he was nibbling at his earlobe.
“You know you’re enjoying this,” he breathed, only for Draco to hear. “The fact that I can do whatever I want to you underneath this cloak, and no one will ever know. They could walk by and I could be taking you against that very wall, and they’d have no idea.”
Draco gasped, his head falling forward to rest on Harry’s shoulder. Harry’s arms wrapped around him so that Draco could feel every line of their bodies brush against each other.
“Would you like that?” Harry asked softly, gently biting Draco’s neck. “For me to make you come right here, while your friends are down in that very classroom, learning to brew a stupid Potion?”
Draco would. So bloody much. His hips jerked against Harry’s and the Gryffindor grinned as he pulled him back into another heated kiss.
Then, he suddenly pulled away, leaving Draco to gasp like a fish out of the water.
“Another time, maybe,” Harry smirked, pulling the cloak off them and stepping away for them. “For now, I have a Potions NEWT to pass.”
Draco gaped at him as he walked towards Slughorn’s classroom, casual as anything.
“You bloody bastard!” he hissed after him.
Harry smirked at him over his shoulder. “Think of me through your afternoon classes,” he winked. “I’ll come to find you later in your dorm.”
Draco huffed and watched him walk away, sulking. He only jerked to attention when he heard Greg’s voice.
“Draco?” he asked, sounding confused. “Why are you standing there, glaring into space?”
Draco took a deep breath and schooled his features into a mild annoyance rather than outright fury.
“Potter,” was all he gave as an explanation.
“Ah,” Greg nodded, as if that made sense. And it probably did.
Draco discreetly adjusted his trousers to hide his erection and followed Greg into the classroom.
Harry was already sitting with Granger and Weasley, setting up his cauldron. He smirked at Draco as he entered.
Draco flipped him off. Harry just laughed.
“You have such a weird relationship,” he heard Weasley sigh, and Draco couldn’t help but snort in agreement as he found his own seat.