Study (or Snogging) Time

"Draco..." said Harry, for the fifth time in half an hour.

"Yes, Harry what is it?" Draco answered, trying to control his voice. It was eleven o'clock and they were sitting in the Astronomy Tower. Draco was tired. He needed to finish his Potions, his DADA and his Care of Magical Creatures homework - something he couldn't do when Harry asked him if they could snog every fucking minute. He was never late with his homework, and the reason that he was sitting here, writing frantically the day before it was due, was... well, Harry. He had spent all his spare time with Harry ever since they had gotten together (six weeks ago) and now he had sort of... slipped behind. He chose to ignore the fact that Harry was also the cause of that wonderful feeling in his whole body, and what he actually wanted to do was throw him down on the floor and snog him senseless.

"Kiss me."

"Harry. I've told you, I've got to finish my homework tonight, otherwise I'll be late. And Malfoys are never late. It's rule number #37 in the Malfoy Codebook."

"But..."

"Come on now, I've explained this all to you at least twice. Now do me a favour and shut up!"

One minute passed. Draco tried to focus on his Potions. Then Harry interrupted the silence - again.

"Come on, Draco," he said, obviously trying to sound sexy. "I want you, you want me. How about it?"

Draco stared surprised at him for a moment, before he said:

"What the hell is the matter with you?"

"What, don't you like it, darling?" Harry said, fluttering his eyelashes in a most attractive way.

"It's not that I don't- Harry, will you just stop it!"

"I get hard just thinking about you. Take me, lover," Harry continued, ignoring every opinion of Draco's.

"Harry..." Draco said, his voice filled with anger, "I need to study."

"Fine, I'll stop!" said Harry, sulky. "There's no need to be so upset."

Draco didn't answer; instead he lowered his head over the Potions homework. Fifteen minutes passed. Harry began to tap his fingers. Draco chose to ignore it. After another fifteen minutes of the irritating sound of Harry's fingers drumming against the wooden table, Harry finally stopped which was a good thing, since Draco didn't think he could hold himself back from strangling Harry much longer. Five minutes in silence. Then Harry, who obviously couldn't hold himself back any longer, suddenly jumped up at the table.

"Harry, what the fuck...!?"

"Just shut up and watch this."

Harry made a move with his wand and whispered, "Musicalis." Suddenly the room was filled with music.

...I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts...

"Harry, what exactly do you think you're doing?"

Harry didn't answer; instead he began to take of his shirt. He shot Draco a seductive glance and Draco swallowed at the sight of Harry's bare chest in front of him. He had just began to think that maybe this whole snogging idea wasn't so bad after all when-

SCRATCH

Harry, in an attempt to make a sexy little spin, had stepped on his just-finished Potions work. It was now torn to shreds. A deep silence entered the room. Harry still stood on the table, looking down at his feet. Draco sat on the chair. A small voice in the back of his mind told him very carefully that he really shouldn't kill Harry, that if he killed Harry he wouldn't have anyone to snog. The voice was very thin and could barely be heard. Another voice objected, saying that it wouldn't matter if he killed Harry and that he would always have someone to snog. After all, he was the Slytherin Sex God. This voice was much stronger than the other. While the two voices began to argue in his head, and Draco tried to make up his mind about who he should listen to, Harry slowly raised his head and his eyes met Draco's.

Draco shot him a This-Glance-Is-So-Cold-That-You'll-Turn-Into-An-Ice-Sculpture-Glance. Harry flinched.

"What do you have to say in your defence?" Draco said, and he was proud of the if not icy, then at least snowy tone of his voice. Harry looked at him as if he were a bottle of tainted Butterbeer, and he congratulated himself.

"Umm... Oops?"

Harry finally seemed to have understood the fact that Draco really was pissed off, and his voice was very unsure. Any plan of blood spilling that had ever existed in Draco's mind quickly melted away when he saw Harry's expression. He stood up and Harry flinched. He leaned closer, whispered in Harry's ear, "You stupid, stupid Gryffindor," and kissed him. First Harry was startled, but soon became accustomed to Draco's lips against his own; his lips parted willingly to Draco's tongue and his arms sneaked around Draco's waist, holding him tight.

After a few minutes of kissing, licking and biting, Harry broke away, panting, but with a smirk on his lips.

"I thought that Malfoys were never late? Wasn't it some kind of rule or something?"

"Well, there's also a rule that says that we'll snog anyone, anywhere, whenever we want."

"Oh."

~fin~