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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^

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Harry drew his hands down his face and saw that his family was not being cast from the mirror. In the doorway, Draco Malfoy stood silhouetted against the moonlight pouring in from the windows of the corridors.

"What are you doing down here, Malfoy?!" Harry snapped. Moments ago, the idea of seeing the Slytherin excited him. But, seeing him now only angered the Gryffindor.

"I could ask the same of you, Potter." His silver eyes met with Harry's through the reflection of the mirror.

"Go away." Harry muttered through gritted teeth.

The Slytherin shrugged instead of verbally responding. Contrary to what Harry would have expected, Malfoy stepped forward rather than turning away. The blond's delicate features came into clearer view as he neared the Gryffindor. It wasn't until he was directly behind Harry that Malfoy spoke, "I thought you'd be happy to see me, Potter. You certainly seemed so last time we were alone."

The raven-haired boy was overrun with a confliction of emotion. He had meant it when he told Malfoy to go away, yet was glad that he hadn't.

"Crying all by yourself?" The Slytherin asked, gently encircling his hand around Harry's, "No Mudblood to comfort you?"

"Don't call her that!" Harry jerked his hand away. The brief moment of excitement Harry had felt when his skin brushed against Malfoy's immediately dissolved with the forbidden word. Hermione had just covered for the both of them, so they could meet. Sure, the blond was oblivious to this. But, didn't he understand that she was still Harry's friend?

Malfoy glanced down at Harry's hand, then regained eye contact. "It was just an observation, Potter. Don't think I haven't noticed you two always huddled together."

"The way you and Parkinson are?" Harry defensively retorted, "With the way she hangs off you all the time, I wouldn't be surprised if she immediately dropped to her knees if you said, 'suck my dick'!"

The Slytherin roared with laughter, "Believe me, Potter, she would. But, you forget what I told you." His voice falling back to a serious tone, "Nobody can find out about us, and Pansy is a very, annoyingly, nosey girl."

"Yeah, I know." Harry rolled his eyes, remembering his fourth year.

"The point is, Potter, that she's already suspicious. I have not been paying her the attention I would normally. If I were to completely dismiss her, she would find out more about us than even we know. But, you on the other hand. . . I haven't even seen the Weasel trailing you two. You and that Mudblood-"

"STOP CALLING HER-" Harry had drawn his wand, hesitated, then pocketed it. His rage had reached its ultimate peak. Yet, the only thing he could bring himself to do at that moment was laugh.

"What?" Draco Malfoy shifted uncomfortably.

Harry couldn't respond. His sides were splitting from laughing so hard that he had to clutch himself around his abdomen.

"What are you laughing at, Potter?" The Slytherin folded his arms across his chest, shifting nervously once more.

"You!" Harry managed to let out in between laughs. He regained control and took a few deep breaths before explaining, "You're jealous of Hermione!"

"I am not!" Malfoy retorted indignantly. He tried to scowl at Harry. Even though scowling was an expression commonly seen on the blond's face, he still did a bad job of faking it.

"You got it all wrong." The Gryffindor explained with a broad grin across his face, "Hermione fancies Ron."

"Gross." The Slytherin muttered, the way his eyes relaxed gave away his immediate relief.

"I knew it." Harry chuckled.

"Let us not forget who was the one crying at his own reflection, Potter."

"I wasn't crying at my reflection." Harry thought it would be easier to show Malfoy the mirror rather than explain it. Walking behind the Slytherin, he grabbed the taller boy's shoulders and positioned him in front of the mirror. The Gryffindor then stepped out of the mirror's view. His green eyes met with Malfoy's profile.

Silver eyes expanding wide with surprise, Draco Malfoy's jaw practically hit the floor. His pale white cheeks glowed bright pink. He jumped back from the mirror before snapping, "Is this some sort of perverse joke?!"

"No." Harry lifted a curious eyebrow, "What do you see, Malfoy?"

"You mean you can't see it?" Malfoy also lifted a curious eyebrow.

"Of course not. Only the one looking at it can see it." Harry explained.

"Oh." The Slytherin seemed overcome with relief to this knowledge. He looked back at the mirror with a smirk across his face. Whatever it was he saw, Harry knew he must not want others to know. "This mirror must tell the future, then." The blond confidently stated.

Harry shook his head, "It's The Mirror of Erised. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts." The Gryffindor felt like he was quoting Dumbledore word for word.

"No!" Malfoy's face flushed pink once more. He turned away from the mirror, "It does not! You're lying!"

"I'm not lying." Although, Harry was absolutely intrigued to know what it was that Malfoy saw. "What do you see?" he repeated.

"It's not any of your business." Malfoy turned toward Harry, his grey eyes cold as ice.

The Slytherin marched straight toward Harry and drew his wand. Harry's eyes were a mere inch away from the tip. "You're not supposed to be wandering the corridors this late, Potter. That'll be ten points from Gryffindor."

"What?!" Harry's eyes widened, outraged, "You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can. I'm still technically a Prefect." His wand twitched nervously.

"Shove off, Malfoy! Get that bloody wand out of my face!"

"Go to bed, now!"

Harry forcefully knocked Malfoy's arm to the side. The Slytherin's wand streaked across the floor, sending a red spark.

The blond looked shocked at Harry's behavior. He reached for the Gryffindor's neck. The raven-haired boy raised his arms to deflect Malfoy from strangling him, but the blond was too quick. Though, he didn't strangle Harry. Instead, the Slytherin cradled his hands under the bottom of the Gryffindor's head and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

Immediately, the shorter boy swung his arms up, around Malfoy's neck. Pulling him in as close as he could, Harry leapt forward, bringing his knees to the Slytherin's waist.

Not breaking apart their locked lips, the blond lowered his hands to catch the Gryffindor, firmly gripping his ass. The raven-haired boy tightly locked his legs around Malfoy's hips. Harry was sure the Slytherin could feel his erection firmly pressed against his stomach.

Sweetly suckling on Harry's bottom lip, the taller boy marched forward, hastily shoving the Gryffindor onto one of the nearby desks. Obsolete metallic instruments and glass jars, that once sat on the desk, were knocked to the floor with a loud clatter. They were completely disregarded by the hormonal boys.

Harry drew back, "You're such an arrogant git, Malfoy." His green eyes meeting with the silver ones oddly shaped like Sirius'.

"Do you ever just shut up, Potter?" Malfoy replied.

The Gryffindor reached his arms to grasp around the back of the blond's shoulders. He lunged forward, immediately sinking his teeth into the base of Malfoy's neck through the collar of his shirt.

Malfoy loudly gasped. Even through his robes, Harry could feel the blond's nails digging into his back. The absence of this sensation for a week's time made the raven-haired boy's cock throb wildly in appreciation of it being back.

Stepping back slightly, the Slytherin grabbed hold of Harry's crimson and yellow tie and removed it in a single swipe. He then grabbed the collar of the Gryffindor's shirt and tore it aside, sending the buttons flying in every which direction. Malfoy continued by firmly planting his lips against the raven-haired boy's chest, right in between his collar bones.

The blond's lips parted slightly so that his tongue could slide against the raven-haired boy's bare skin. He lowered himself down Harry's abdomen until the tip of his tongue swiveled around his navel.

With his eyes clenched shut, Harry let out a loud groan as Malfoy had found a particularly sensitive area. He snatched locks of the Slytherin's fine blond hair, trying to force him to go lower. But, the blond appeared to realize that he found a sweet spot and continued tracing Harry's belly button with his lips and tongue before proceeding downward.

Malfoy's lip brushed the skin right at the hem of Harry's pants. The Gryffindor bit hard onto his bottom lip, squeezing the locks of the blond's hair so tight, he may have even ripped out a few strands, unwittingly.

With a low thud, the Slytherin's knees hit the floor. His hands stayed at the opening of his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper. Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Seriously, Potter. What's with the hideous Muggle undergarments?"

"Didn't you tell me to shut up, Malfoy?" Harry peeked an eye open to see his hand still filled with blond hair.

"I believe I did."

Malfoy grabbed the top of the Gryffindor's pants and boxers. With Harry's assistance in shifting a bit, he pulled them down to his ankles. The Slytherin forcefully pushed his knees apart and gripped the raven-haired boy's dick.

Harry's eyes clenched back shut as he gasped. The nails of his free hand clawed into the edge of the desk when the blond started softly stroking him.

A tiny squeak of surprise escaped the Gryffindor's throat. He felt the soft lips of Draco Malfoy envelope his cock. His eyes were opened in shock, just in time to see Malfoy pull back for a brief moment and send him a victorious smirk.

Malfoy appeared to be enjoying his hold of power over Harry. His wet lips enclosed around the Gryffindor's head, remaining stationary. The raven-haired boy's moan was muffled on account he was biting his lower lip. Harry's abdomen contracted tightly as he desperately fought back the urge to come at that moment. The blond let the tip of his tongue slide across the opening of the Gryffindor's urethra. He could taste a trace amount of pre-cum. He let his tongue tauntingly dance around the head, swiveling around the bottom.

Malfoy's teasing had gone far enough. He was being inhumanely cruel. Harry shoved the back of the blond's head. The Slytherin gave in, allowing more of the Gryffindor's length into his mouth. Harry was sure he could feel every last taste-bud rubbing against his shaft. The sensation was driving him mad.

Slowly, the Slytherin slid his mouth up and down the raven-haired boy's dick. As Harry's breathing grew heavier, the blond would steadily move faster. With each time he bobbed his head, Malfoy glided his lips further down the Gryffindor's cock. He could feel the head of Harry's dick roughly smacking into the back of his throat, but the blond could maintain enough self-control not to let it trigger his gag reflexes.

His pale white hand reached toward the base of Harry's shaft, but stopped at his balls. Malfoy massaged them gently between his fingers. Then, he let his entire hand enclose them, giving them a soft squeeze and a light tug. The blond could hear the Gryffindor panting, hungrily. His hand slid up to the base of the raven-haired boy's erection and began stroking at the same fast pace as his head.

Pearls of sweat spread across Harry's forehead, leaving the roots of his hair damp. His entire body tensed, involuntarily. Malfoy must have known he was about to come, because he suddenly started sucking on his cock very aggressively. The Gryffindor's moan echoed across the room. He could hear the metal of the desks grind against the stone floor as they immediately shot away from the boys.

Falling when the desk from under him shot away, Harry was surprised to find himself cradled in Draco Malfoy's arms rather than smacking into the cold stone floor. The desks and many of the jars and instruments were chaotically stacked along the perimeter.

"Fancy this sight?" Malfoy smirked.

"I'm sorry?" Harry asked.

"Honestly, you're not that thick. Me, a noble, respectable pure-blood, with the famous Harry Potter sitting on my lap. His pants are wrapped around his ankles, mind you." Malfoy chuckled.

"I think you forget," Harry stood, pulling up his pants, "it was you who sucked my dick."

Malfoy scowled, standing up to Harry. Their faces weren't even an inch apart. His grey eyes narrowed, with his head tilted down so he could make contact with the shorter boy, "Are you talking down to me, Potter?"

"No, actually, I wasn't, Malfoy." Harry traced the tips of his fingers along the Slytherin's inner thigh until his palm was firmly rested against his crotch. He could feel Malfoy's erection through the material of his clothes and could distinctly see the blond lightly lick his bottom lip.

"Who's down there?" A rusty voice called.

The boys' eyes immediately widened. Malfoy pivoted so that he was right next to Harry, and they were facing the door that was still creaked open. The Gryffindor was surprised to feel the blond's hand clenched so tightly to his own, but didn't mind.

"It's Filch!" Harry frantically whispered, "If he catches us in here-"

"I he catches you in here, you will be in a lot of trouble." Malfoy interrupted, "I'm a Prefect. I can just say I caught you wandering the corridors after hours."

"Fine!" Harry pulled his arm away from the taller boy with his eyes narrowed. He was growing impatient with Malfoy's persistent attitude, "Turn me in, then! Save yourself!"

Malfoy leered at Harry, his jaw twitching slightly. He crossed his arms in hesitation.

Harry smirked. He had called Malfoy out on his bluff and knew it. As much as the Slytherin wanted to be seen for his elitist nature, he was forcing his proud personality. The Gryffindor could see it was slowly slipping away.

A long, lanky shadow was being cast against the floor of the corridors. Filch was getting very close to the door. Harry didn't know what to do. He reached inside the pocket of his robes and pulled out the invisibility cloak, quickly throwing it over himself and Malfoy.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Malfoy asked, taken aback.

"Its an invisibility cloak." Harry explained in a whisper.

"Oh yes," Malfoy sneered, "The same one you used when you were eavesdropping on me in the compartment of the Hogwarts Express?"

"I think you got your revenge on that just fine, but shut up! Just because we're invisible doesn't mean he can't hear us. Accio Wand!" Harry stuck his hands out of the cloak to catch Malfoy's wand. He hastily shoved it into his hand.

The boys held their breaths as they saw Filch's decrepit figure through the crack in the door. He oddly didn't even seem to notice the room. Harry grabbed onto Malfoy's wrist and silently lead him toward the door.

Filch continued walking down the corridor, vigilantly holding out his lantern. Harry thought they had a narrow escape, until he felt a jab in his ribs.

"What, Malfoy?" Harry angrily whispered, scowling at the blond.

Draco Malfoy stood stiff, his face paler than it already was. He didn't speak, just simply pointed toward the floor.

Harry's gaze met with the bright red eyes of Mrs. Norris. Her ears were folded back, and her tail flickered. She hissed, loudly.

"What is it, my sweet?" Filch croaked, turning and walking back in their direction, "Peeves? Children out of bed? Oh, they'll be in for it."

"Run!" Harry whispered. Clutching Malfoy's hand, they took off in the opposite direction.

The boys proceeded down many corridors and staircases, too afraid to so much as look back. Harry didn't recognize where they were going until they were in the Entrance Hall. Malfoy wrung his arm around the Gryffindor's and lead them down to the dungeons.

They didn't stop until they were alongside a blank wall that Harry recognized as the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room from his second year. Both boys stood hunched over, with their palms resting on their knees, gasping for breath.

"That was too close." Malfoy whispered, standing back upright, after he finally caught his breath.

"Yeah." Harry agreed, standing upright as well.

Malfoy gave Harry the same considering expression that he had their night in the Prefects' Bathroom, unsure if he should sweetly bid farewell or not. When his gaze averted from the Gryffindor, Harry snatched him by the collar and pulled him down so their lips could passionately meet.

The Slytherin smirked after they broke apart and slipped out of the invisibility cloak. Harry heard him whisper the password to the wall before he decided to return to his own common room.
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