Unleashed Desire

Chapter 2:

Hermione sat in a small steam room. Her head was pointed towards the ceiling; her face was relaxed from all of the worries of the stress-filled world. Her eyelids were shut over her russet eyes. The steam created small sweet pearls that filtered down her tiny back onto the minuscule white towel, which she wore around her body. Her sweaty hair was tied into a loose twist, positioned at the bottom of her head.

She let out a slight sigh of pleasure. There was almost no better immediate Utopia than relaxing in the steam room, well, besides the library.

Without warning the door to the steam room burst open. Hermione let out a scream, being suddenly disturbed from her relaxation. Due to the fog being so thick, which made it difficult to see so much as two feet ahead, the figure at the door could not be seen.

The steam began to clear, allowing the person to be revealed.

"Harry! You scared me!"

He grinned devilishly. He was also covered only by a mere towel, which was wrapped around his waist. His black hair was messy, as usual, yet this time it was messy in a sexy way, with a few pieces fallen in front of his eyes. He had removed his spectacles, and to Hermione's surprise, he looked extremely striking without those two circles hiding his brilliant green eyes.

"What are you doing here, Harry," she said trying to take her mind off of his sexiness.

"I came to see you," he exclaimed.

"Me? Why?" Her eyebrows bent.

"Because I need to get laid, and you're a great lay, of course," he stated with no second thought toward what he had just said.

Although, Hermione took this as a wonderful compliment, her mouth still dropped at the manner of how he had said it. "Wha-"

"Not this again! Look, let's just get to the shagging!" With that his hand swooped down and released the towel that was wrapped about his waste, exposing all of him to Hermione.

Hermione's mouth dropped even further, if it was possible.

"You like, I presume," he smirked at her reaction.

"Ye...er... wow!"

Harry began to wildly laugh at Hermione, who sat completely flabbergasted staring at the boy's beautiful, luscious...er... well, you know... that seemed to almost beckon her.

It was at that moment that a second figure appeared from the door.

"Oh, and do you mind if he joins?"

As the fog cleared, Hermione recognized the figure as none other than Ron Weasley!

She nearly fainted!

The two boys began to advance on her. Ron bent down to where he was level with her knees, while Harry remained walking closer to her face, maintaining eye contact with her.

Harry pressed his lips to her shoulder, while Ron caressed her..."oohhhh!"

Ron was unexpectedly really good at sex! Hermione's entire body began to violently shake. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and remained there for a short time until they returned to fixate on the two young men, who were giving her this intense pleasure.

Suddenly, a strange light surrounded her and she began to shake more intensely. The light blinded her for a few seconds, forcing her eyes shut for a brief time.

When Hermione's eyes reopened, she found that the light was gone. Though, not only was the light gone, so was Harry and Ron. Hermione was back in her room, not in a steam room. She was wearing her mundane navy plaid pajamas, not... well, nothing.

When she came to the realization that she had been dreaming, she hurled her pillow at the wall. "Not again!" she screamed.

Why was she still having these dreams? They were making her insane. And why the hell was Ron there!

She got out of bed, unable to bear another dream. Hoping to pass some time, she paced across her floor. She glanced at the clock. Damn, still a long time until anyone will wake up.

What was she to do? She couldn't confide in Ron any longer, as she had considered to when he had questioned her, after removing her from the Great Hall the previous day. She now had no one to spill her heart to!

Was she in love with Harry and Ron? Or was the dream just some meaning for...something? She could always speak Professor Trelawney, the Divinations teacher, but she absolutely despised the quack! Her sanctuary, the library, was closed; damn! What could she do?

Then it came to her, she should take a relaxing bath in the prefect bathroom, those always sooth her and sort out her mind. She just couldn't get caught at this hour!

When Hermione reached the bathroom (amazingly, without running into one single person) she found Moaning Myrtle, weeping in the middle of the bathroom.

"Myrtle? What's wrong?" Not that she really cared, that miserable girl made everything much greater than it actually was.

The sobbing ghost looked up at Hermione. "Oh, that horrible boy! He laughed at me! I thought he was hurting Harry! And he laughed at me!"

"Harry! Harry... Potter was here!?! When? Who was hurting him," frantically shrieked Hermione. "Was it Ron that was with him?" That sounded a little too desperate then she had liked.

"Last night around this time," Myrtle choked through tears, ignoring the part about Ron. It was obvious that she hadn't the slightest care about the boy.

"Last night?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Then why are you still crying about it?"

"You obviously have never been made fun of!" she snapped. "The pain can last for several days!"

"I can assure you that I have been made fun of, Myrtle. Now tell me. What happened to Harry last night?"

"Oh, it was dreadful! I didn't mean any harm! I thought he was in danger! He laughed at me!" she continued to wail.

"Who did you think was hurting Harry, Myrtle?" She was getting quite impatient at Myrtle's lack of elaboration.

"That horrible boy Draco Malfoy! Oh, I hate him!"

"DRACO MALFOY!" She frantically threw her hands about. "Was he attacking Harry?!? What happened! TELL ME!" Hermione's impatience transformed into alarm.

"I saw Harry come into this bathroom so I decided to go and watch-er-talk...with him and then I found them on top of each other, then he pushed Harry under the water! I was absolutely frightened. So I drained the tub! And then that awful boy laughed at me and yelled at me!"

"He was trying to drown Harry!"

"That's what I thought! But Harry said he wasn't! Ohhhhhh...!" Myrtle began to fly around the room crying even more loudly.

Hermione grasped her forehead trying to understand all of the information she had just received. That must have been why Harry had been so distant today, something must have happened here last night! Harry said he wasn't being attacked, "...but then what were they doing...?"

***

The previous night, after Harry and Draco had experienced quite a random and unexpected kiss; they had decided to take refuge in Harry's dorm room after darting a mysterious person coming their way. The two boys had never had a single kind word toward one another, except once in their first year when Draco had offered Harry his friendship, which he had quickly refused. Now that their hatred had leaped to a sudden passion, the feeling as they walked together was extremely awkward.

Draco wasn't too certain how keen he was on going up to his adversary's room at this late an hour, especially after they had just experienced a completely homosexual kiss. Although he was a Slytherin, and it was a known fact that most Slytherin's swung both ways, he wasn't comfortable with the entire "gay" thing just yet.

Harry wasn't exactly at ease with the whole just-snogged-with-the-person-he-hates-most thing either, but the gay part about it was not bothering him. He just wasn't sure what had come over him. Why had he actually kissed Draco in the bath? Maybe there had been some love charm put on them... or maybe he actually did have pent up feelings towards the haughty boy.

Neither boy had even realized that they had reached Harry's dorm room. Harry tried to shake himself out of this state of shock. He fell onto his bed and gazed up at the pale young man, whom was examining the shabby state of the room that he was in.

Draco scowled at the site of the messy clothes tossed about the room. He never thought that the famous Harry Potter could be so disgustingly disheveled; although, he shouldn't be so surprised since Harry's hair had always been quite untidy. "How can you live like this?" Draco said, while kicking some crumpled shirts out of his path.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Look, we need to talk," he said trying to ignore Draco's comment.

"I don't really feel like talking," he tersely and rudely said.

"Well, I don't care what you feel like! We're talking!"

"FINE, Potter! I'm LEAVING!" he stated as though it were the most horrible thing in the world. He turned to open the door, but before he could reach the door knob Harry had sprinted across the room and seized his hand.

"What do you think you're doing, Potter," Draco screeched holding his hand as if it had been set on fire.

"No, what do you think you're doing... What if you get caught?"

"I'll take my chances!" He once again attempted to take hold of the door knob.

"Fine, leave for all I care! I want to see how you'll explain your way out of being found in Gryffindor House! I'm sure people will think that you were going to do some horrible joke on our house or something to that." He noticed that Draco was considering what he was saying so he continued.

"So you'll probably lose twenty-five points for that. Then they'll begin to wonder how you found the password um... I'd say about 25 points will go away there, because I'm sure you'd never tell them that you and Harry Potter had just kissed in the bathtub and were headed up to his room to well... talk." His eye brow rose.

"Not to mention the fact that you're out of bed past hours, and that's, what, about fifty points right there. And then there's..."

"ALRIGHT," Draco interrupted, "I won't leave! But let's get one thing straight, Potter, I don't want you to take this opportunity to talk to me, cause frankly two hours ago I wouldn't so much as been with in twenty feet near you!"

"Fine, we won't talk."

"And no more SNOGGING!"

"Yes, no more snogging!"

"And- wait, what does that 'yes! No more snogging!' mean? Was I not good enough for you!?!" Looking stunned.

"Well, uh, er... I-I...," he said feeling uncomfortable. The truth was Draco had been an amazing kisser, though he would never tell him that. "You were... er-fine. I-I kinda li-"

"Blew your mind away, didn't I? I have been known to do that," he said regaining his confidence.

"Oh, GET OVER YOURSELF! You were fine, alright," he lied.

"I wasn't fine! I'm never fine! I'm amazing! You couldn't get better!"

"Uh, I think I could!" he hissed.

Draco sneered at him, he then stormed over to what he assumed was a bed, hidden under an ocean of clothing. He threw himself on top of the pile of clothing, with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl pressed into his face.

An awkward silence filled the room.

"So, have you ever done this sort of thing before,"
Harry asked, trying to break the silence.

"I don't wish to speak with you, Potter! But to answer your question, no, I haven't!"

"You haven't? Wow..."

"What the hell does that mean?" He looked up at him with disgust. "I'm sure you have done this many times before, haven't you?"

"NO! I'm NOT GAY! I'm not like you...."

"Are you saying I'm gay?!?"

"Well, you are a Slytherin. So I assumed..."

"I'M NOT GAY!"

"Well, I sorta knew that! I mean Pansy and you..."

"I'M NOT BI EITHER!"

"You're not...?"

"NO!"

"But, you're a Slytherin, I didn't know there were any Slytherin's who didn't, well, do both!"

"Well, there is!" he snarled. "Look, I have never done anything like this before; I-I think it might have been because I... had drunken a little too much earlier. That's all!" Though, Draco knew that that statement was a flat out lie.

"Oh, really," said Harry with a strong hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Well, then how do you explain my part in the kiss?" Harry sat down next to Draco.

"Simple, you're gay."

"No I'm not!!"

"So you're telling me you have never thought of the Weasel naked before?"

"NO! Me and Ron?!?!" he said as his face grimaced. "That's sick!"

Draco chuckled. "Glad you see how repulsive he is, too." He studied Harry's face before he continued. "Yea, I always heard you and he were shagging, but I never really believed it."

He paused to smile at the astonished expression on Harry's face. "Did you not ever know? Ha!"

"Why didn't you believe them," he said finally entering reality.

"Well, the Weasel is obviously straight!"

"How do you figure that?"

"He has fancied that Mud-er-Hermione (or whatever) for years! It was so obvious!"

"Really, I didn't ever notice."

Their conversation had died to a much lighter tone.

"Well, Harry, that's because you're completely oblivious to the world!"

Draco grinned and leaned in closer to Harry, who sat beside him. There was something about Harry tonight, which continued to make Draco fall increasingly more for him. He suddenly felt a strong urge to touch Harry. He lifted his finger to Harry's mouth and then began to trace the outline of his lips.

"You have really beautiful lips, Harry, did you know that?"

Harry looked confused. "Whoa." He pushed away Draco's hand. "How did we get here? Weren't we just figh-"

Draco clasped his hand around Harry's moving mouth. "Don't ruin the moment, Harry!"

With that, Harry said no more.

Truthfully, he loved the touch of Draco; it made him feel complete.

The two boys sat for a moment, staring into each others eyes. Harry began to note things about Draco that he had never seen before. For once he saw that Draco's stormy-colored eyes were quite beautiful. He found that Draco's lips were a brilliant pink, and well-shaped. And Draco's skin... oh, his skin! It was so completely desirable! The mere site of the skin gave Harry goose bumps. He had to touch it...he pressed his lips to the long slender neck of Draco.

"Oh, my!" whispered Draco. He smiled and leaned down to Harry's messy hair and planted a kiss upon the back of his head.

Harry gazed up to meet Draco's eyes; he grinned.

The two boys moved up Harry's bed, shoving many dirty clothes out of their way. Harry's lips migrated to Draco's chest.

As he teased Draco's nipples with his tongue, his hand slipped down to the fly of Draco's designer pants, and began to toy with his buttons.

Draco, who had been fondling Harry's arse, suddenly let out a shriek. Harry's eyes darted up startled. "What?! What happened?"

"These! Urgh!" Draco lifted up a pair of dirty boxers that had been on top of his foot.

"Oh, that's all," Harry rolled his eyes. "I thought something bad had happened!" He sat up, positioning himself on top of Draco, with his knees on either side of his shoulders.

Draco propped himself up on his elbows and starred up at Harry.

"Something bad had happened! I don't want to touch you're soiled knickers!"

"Urgh! Sorry, you're highness!" He snatched them out of Draco's hands. "I forgot Malfoy's don't touch that sort of stuff!"

"No one touches 'that sort of stuff'! You disgusting man!"

"Oh, so you can't touch my boxers but you sure as hell can play with my arse!"

"That's different! Your boxers were DIRTY!"

Harry couldn't think of a come back. "I-I thought we were going to shag! Why did you have to ruin that?"

"We are going to shag! I just don't want to touch anymore dirty underwear!"

"Fine, as long as you don't speak anymore! You keep ruining the moment!"

"Whatever! Now where were we... Oh, yes you were about to blow me."

"I was what?!?" He couldn't believe Draco had known his intentions! "How did you-"

"Shut up!" he gasped while grasping Harry's shirt and forcing him back onto him.

Harry couldn't disagree with this haste; he fell on top of the lustful Draco and immediately frantically ripped open his fly.

The night seemed to pass by too swiftly, and after what seemed only a few mere moments, the sun was just beginning to peek over the distant hills. It was time for Harry to return Draco to the Slytherin House, as painful as it was to part.

They had cleaned themselves up to look at least decent to anyone who might be up now. Draco turned to Harry before he was about to leave to ask, "How am I going to make it out of here without being caught?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you!" He reached over and picked up an old cloak that lay on top of what could be a dresser, while saying, "I have an invisibility cloak!"

"An invisibility cloak! Impressive!" Draco thought of how this could be useful in the future. "Why couldn't we have used that last night?"

"Uh, er... well...." Harry's cheeks grew pink. He knew he only wanted to keep Draco with him longer last night.

"Oh, I understand," he winked, "I'm glad we didn't"

"Let's go!" he didn't want to get any further into this topic.

Harry threw the cloak over the two of them and they hurried out of his room.

When they had finally reached the Slytherin House, the two boys turned to say their goodbyes.

"Well, Harry, I never thought it would be possible! First we have a rather nice snog in the bathroom, and then we end up having sex for the rest of the night!"

"I know! But, let's not let things get weird around school..."

"Yeah, we can't all of the sudden get all friendly with one another it would be way too weird!"

"Alright! So, to everyone else we are still enemies!" he stuck out his hand.

"Yes," he grasped the hand and shook once, "And in private, well..." he grinned, indeed remembering their amazing night together. "Goodbye, Harry."

"Goodbye, Draco."

They parted ways without a single kiss or hug, they weren't to that part of the relationship yet.

Oh, that was amazing! Harry smiled to himself. Though, how long can this relationship last? His face fell grim.

Harry spent the entire way back to Gryffindor, considering all of the factors of this new bond he and Draco had just formed. He couldn't help but keep thinking how strangely rapid this had all come on!

The only thing he was certain about now was that he couldn't wait to see, well not necessarily see, more like do Draco again.