Harry found that he quite liked sleeping with Draco. He liked his body heat, and the way their limbs tangled together perfectly, and the way that even though Harry may have been built stronger than him, Draco's body always felt more secure.

Once he'd woken up, he shifted slightly and nuzzled his face a bit more into Draco's neck. This caused the blond to shift, and he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist lazily. He gave a small smile, and his intended breathed in deeply, fluttering his eyes opened and meeting green.

"Mm, morning." He breathed, and though Harry found his morning breath to be atrocious, he shifted his head upwards and kissed him.

"Morning."

Draco turned slightly on the bed, careful not the move the pair too much in fear of them falling, and glanced over at the opposite bed. Neville lay facing the wall, snoring quietly. He wondered what time he had come in last night, and if he'd seen the pair cuddled so closely.

Then, Harry was kicking the blankets off of his body and moving to get up. Draco looked at him in confusion.

"Where are you going?" He asked sleepily.

"As much as I'd love to stay and cuddle, I'm in desperate need of a piss and toothpaste." Harry claimed and stretched.

He set his feet on the carpet, and Draco looked at him in bewilderment, shifting more towards the center of the bed.

Then, he headed out the door and trekked across the cold tiled floor to the bathroom. He went about his business: washing his hands, brushing his teeth, fixing his hair and looking down at his disheveled pajamas. His shorts were slightly tented, and he cursed himself for still being a hormonal teenager and not being able to control these things.

The door opened a moment later, and Draco walked in. Harry looked at him confusedly, before placing his hands over his crotch in what he hoped was subtly. Then, Draco closed the door and locked it.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked unsurely, taking backwards steps until his leg hit the bathtub.

"I uh..." Draco didn't know what to say so he decided to kiss Harry instead. He reached forward, pulling him so their bodies met and brought his lips down to meet the dark-haired boy's.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist as well, securing their bodies more on point, knowing that the blond felt whatever was going on downstairs, but he could've sworn equality in Draco's own shorts.

They kissed passionately, at one point Harry's back had been pushed against the wall. When their lips parted, Harry breathed heavily, and Draco continued to kiss down Harry's jaw and neck, further disheveling his clothes and causing his body to feel hotter.

"Draco-" He breathed out, eyes slightly teary at how bad his body pleaded a release. Draco met his eyes, and then began to grind against Harry's hips. The boy swallowed back a moan and pulled the blond closer, securing his hand onto his bum.

"My father will kill me if he hears about this." Draco whispered, willing Harry to silence himself. The boy tried, but the pressure and the heat between the two was too much, and Harry latched onto his lips hungrily, forcing his tongue into his mouth and exploring everything he could, and would for the rest of his life.

Eventually, the two came down from their high as orgasms overtook them, and the boys leant against one another to prevent from falling over.

"What if our dads heard?" Harry asked nervously. "Or even Neville?"

"I doubt they'd be too pleased. Father was actually hoping I wouldn't want to marry you anymore just because he's so angry with you. If he knew what we just did, he'd probably kill me." Draco claimed.

"Let's just hope nobody heard."

"You were the loud one, Potter, and that makes it entirely your fault." The blond snapped, placing a hand on his hip.

"Oh, I'm Potter again?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"You are what I say you are." Draco stated, asserting his dominance. Harry only laughed.

"Good luck with that, babe." Harry chuckled, pecking his lips before meeting his eyes again.

"What are we to do about this?" Draco asked, gesturing towards their shorts which were soiled with testosterone.

"Well, into the laundry they go, and showers." Harry said simply, kicking off his shorts, causing Draco to stare at him in bewilderment again.

"Together?"

"You're already in here, aren't you?"

"I mean, yeah... But that's body parts not yet explored being exposed prematurely, and I just- Jesus, Harry." The blond fumbled with his words, and Harry chuckled.

"Draco, we just got off together, and you're too scared to step into a shower with me? Stop being ridiculous." And with that, he placed a hand on either side of Draco's shorts and pulled them down, locking eyes with him as the blond stared at him in shock. He kicked aside his shorts, and Harry removed his shirt at the same time that the other did.

Draco wanted to focus on Harry's eyes, to save himself the embarrassment of anything else, but the dark-haired boy had turned away and was kneeling slightly to turn on the water. He coughed awkwardly, and took a seat on the edge of the tub, watching as he adjusted the temperature.

Once it was evident that Harry wasn't going to look at him anytime soon, he looked at himself. He looked at his bare body, exposed for the dark haired boy to see. His now soft cock resting between his slightly tanned thighs, his long legs, and his torso that was thin, but not immensely thin.

He didn't appreciate his body much, but he hoped that in time, Harry would come to love it and appreciate it enough for the both of them. Getting off together clothed was one thing, but once the two would eventually come together for the real thing: that was everything.

He noticed Harry stand, and couldn't help but glance at his body. The boy had shoulder blades that arched like angel wings, and his back muscles were more solidified. His legs were muscular from years of sports, and the curves of his rounded buttocks had Draco blushing. For years, he'd fantasized about a naked Harry Potter, and now he was exposed to it, only in an entirely too innocent setting.

It was a shower. Nothing sexy was supposed to come from a shower, right?

"Is it too hot?" Harry asked, pulling the blond from his trance.

"I, uh..." He reached forward and touched the water. "It's fine." He explained, and Harry switched the knob so it turned into a shower, and then stepped into the tub, gesturing for Draco to follow.

Draco gulped, but did as he was told.