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Forbidden	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Summary: The boys meet in the RoR.

Author�s notes: Thanks so much to those who reviewed...hugs and kisses to you all. Please keep the reviews coming, they really make me want to keep turning this puppy out. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease.

Chapter 6: The Room of Requirement
�Severus,� Professor McGonagall said, sitting down next to the Potions Master at the staff table in the Great Hall. �I have a bone to pick with you.� She waited in irritation as he finished chewing a large wad of bread.

�Yes?� he said, dabbing at his lips with his serviette.

�Mr. Malfoy arrived halfway through Transfigurations today, claiming to have been kept after class by you. That is unacceptable. I realize you have to discipline your students as you see fit, but I�d appreciate it if you did it on your own time.� She was frowning fiercely at him, her lips pursed tight.

�Minerva,� he drawled, �do calm down. Two minutes is hardly cause for accusing the boy of arriving halfway through class.�

�It was halfway through class, Severus,� she snapped. �Forty-five still goes into ninety twice, the last time I checked!�

�Forty-five minutes?� Snape frowned. �He and Potter cleaned out some cauldrons for me and I dismissed them. It didn�t take more than two minutes.�

�Well, then he must have been sidetracked somewhere between the dungeons and the first floor. Certainly it doesn�t take forty minutes for a strapping lad to climb two flights of stairs. I�ll be seeing him in detention, then.� Professor McGonagall settled into her chair, satisfied that Draco�s tardiness wasn�t going to go unpunished.

�In that case, Potter should receive detention too,� Snape said, silkily. �Since they were together when they left, it follows that Potter must have had a hand in Malfoy�s infraction.�

�Oh, don�t be ridiculous, Severus,� she said, annoyed at his biased approach to dealing with Gryffindors. �Malfoy can get into plenty of trouble without Potter�s help.� She turned to look back and forth between the boys in question, and received a shock.

�What is it?� Snape asked, seeing her astonished expression.

�Look at them,� McGonagall said, curiously. �They�re practically undressing each other with their eyes!�

�What?� Snape glanced back and forth, his eyebrows shooting up when he saw the looks being exchanged by Malfoy and Potter. �We�re going to have to keep our eyes on this, Minerva� he muttered, tensely. �This could either turn things in our favor or result in disaster.�

#

�Good to see you�re eating properly again, Harry,� Hermione said, beaming at him over her dinner.

Harry grinned back, too busy stuffing his mouth full of food to respond. He hadn�t felt this hungry in weeks. He kept exchanging heated looks with Draco over the other tables in the Great Hall, thinking about their earlier meeting in the boys� bathroom, and their planned meeting later that night. Now that Harry had convinced himself that giving in to the curse was something he had to do in order to protect his sanity, he felt an enormous sense of relief. So what if he was shagging a bloke, and so what if the bloke in question was the son of Voldemort�s right hand man? He blamed the curse, and happily put any thoughts of guilt or shame out of his mind.

Draco watched Harry eating, and grinned inwardly. Oh, he�d better eat up, all right...he was going to need all the energy he could get to keep up with Draco tonight. His thoughts drifted to the mind blowing orgasm he�d had when Harry was fucking him. Would it feel as good to be inside Harry? They hadn�t had time to find out earlier in the bathroom, since Draco was already going to be horribly late to Transfigurations, so they�d decided to meet in the Room of Requirement at midnight. He could feel the excitement and anticipation thrumming in his veins.

�Oy, Draco!� Blaise was snapping his fingers in front of Draco�s face.

�What?� Draco asked, slightly annoyed that the other boy�s bitten nails were obstructing his view of Harry.

�All right, dreamer,� Blaise smirked, �I�ve asked you twice now to pass the steak and kidney pie, and you haven�t so much as blinked in my direction.�

Draco pulled a dish forward and handed it to Blaise.

�Who is she?� Blaise asked, dryly, still smirking.

�What do you mean?� Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

�You just passed me the brussels sprouts, mate,� Blaise explained, patiently, as if to a very small child. �You�ve been staring off vacantly, with a ridiculous grin on your face, and I, as your best friend, have a right to know who�s done this to you.�

�Did you ever think, Blaise, that I may just be imagining our next Quidditch victory, or...�

Blaise cut him off, bluntly, �I can see the love bites on your neck.�

�Oh,� Draco said, pulling his collar up self-consciously, and blushing as he remembered the feel of Harry�s mouth on him.

�She must be a lively one.� Blaise wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Draco regained his composure and put on a haughty expression. �A gentleman never tells, Blaise.�

�Oh, just spill it. This is the first time I�ve ever seen you like this. And besides, I always tell you which witch I�m getting cozy with,� he wheedled.

�That�s because you�re no gentleman, you prat,� Draco said, with a grin. �Just another notch on the belt, isn�t that what you always say?�

Blaise laughed. �True,� he replied. �So...is it one of my former notches, then? That should narrow my guesses down a bit. Not by much, though.�

�Blaise, I wouldn�t touch one of your notches with a ten foot broomstick.�

Both boys were laughing too hard to notice that Pansy had been eavesdropping on their conversation and was now running out of the Great Hall in a fit of tears.

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�I need a place where Draco and I can be alone, where nobody can find us,� Harry muttered under his breath as he paced, invisible, in front of the familiar patch of wall on the seventh floor. It was ten to midnight, and he had already started to feel a desperate craving for Draco long before. A door appeared in the corridor, and he entered quickly, taking off his cloak and looking around in shock at the room that had been created for him.

The room was draped in velvet and silk of every shade of purple. Hundreds of tiny candles glowed with flickering violet flames, and a huge canopied bed occupied one corner. In another corner was a sunken bath tub, already full of steaming water and frothing with lilac bubbles. It was much more than he�d expected to get in response to his request, and suddenly he was nervous. He jumped a little when he heard the door open behind him, and turned to see Draco enter.

�Malfoy, hey...listen, I don�t know why the room gave us all this, I didn�t ask for a bubble bath or candles, or anything,� Harry began, in a rush, wanting to make Draco understand that he wasn�t some poncy idiot. He shut up when Draco grabbed him and kissed him hard, effectively making him forget everything he�d been trying to say.

The two of them clung to each other, kissing hungrily. Harry used the Divestmentum spell to strip them again, eager to feel Draco�s warm, smooth skin against his body. Their cocks were already leaking, and Harry moaned deep in his throat when they ground together. The smell of Draco�s skin was intoxicating, and Harry nuzzled his nose into Draco�s neck, licking at the love bites on his shoulder, a fierce joy filling him at the knowledge that he�d put them there.

He kissed his way down Draco�s chest, stopping to flick his tongue over a pink nipple, which hardened at his touch and caused Draco to whimper and clutch Harry�s head closer. He licked at it again, then grazed it with his teeth, and was rewarded with a low moan from Draco. He turned his attention to the other nipple, enjoying Draco�s appreciative murmurs, before licking and kissing a trail down Draco�s firm, toned stomach to his thick, long erection, which jutted from a nest of golden curls.

Harry was on his knees, kissing Draco�s silky inner thigh as he ran a thumb over the leaking head of Draco�s swollen cock. Draco shuddered, murmuring an incoherent litany of need, gasping in shock when Harry suddenly engulfed his prick with his warm, wet mouth.

Harry looked up into Draco�s eyes as he swirled his tongue over the head of Draco�s cock, pressing into the sensitive ridge underneath, and relishing the effect he was having on the gorgeous creature in front of him.

Draco�s hands were fisted in Harry�s dark hair, and he knew, as he looked into those green eyes, that only a few seconds more of this, and he would come. It was too much, seeing Harry on his knees, his dark pink cock hard and veined between his thighs, a thick, creamy drop of come pearling at the slit. He was moaning with every stroke in and out of Harry�s mouth, and when Harry reached one hand towards his own erection and started thrusting into his fist, Draco was done for. He thought he would die from the force of the orgasm that shook him, made even stronger by the fact that Harry was swallowing every last drop.

Draco quickly dropped to his knees, brushing Harry�s hand out of the way and pushing him to lie back on the carpet. He sucked strongly on Harry�s cock, his mouth and fist working together to quickly bring the dark haired boy to a powerful, thrashing finish. Draco slowed his pace as the last drops of bittersweet fluid ran down his throat. He licked gently at Harry�s softening cock, enjoying the feeling of having reduced the Savior of the Wizarding World to a quivering mess.

Harry reached down and hauled Draco up to lie next to him. Neither of them could speak, as they were both gasping for breath. Eventually Draco turned to Harry, leaning on his elbow to prop his head up so he could look at Harry�s sweaty, flushed face.

�You know, sucking me off doesn�t mean you�re off the hook,� he said, giving Harry a wolfish grin. �You still owe me a shag, remember? My cock up your tight, virginal arse?� He bent down to kiss Harry�s swollen lips, which were quirked into a crooked half-smile.

�I�m a Gryffindor, Draco,� Harry replied, putting on an air of superiority. �We are noble, so we never break a word of honor, and we are brave, so we in no way fear putting our arses on the line.�

Draco laughed. �Good, that�s settled, then. But why don�t we start by putting your brave, noble arse in that bubble bath?�
A/N: To luckypenny777, thanks for your e-mail...I tried writing back, but it said your mailbox was full, so I am posting my response here. You haven�t found me on Skyehawke because I don�t have an account with them, and you have to be signed up by another account holder if you want to post stories there. Unfortunately, I don�t know anyone that has an account, but if you do, or if anyone else reading this wants to sign me up, I�d love to be able to share Forbidden with the readers at Skyehawke as well. Hope you enjoyed Chapter 6.

Minks.

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