Harry/Draco Drabble #1

It was late, so late that it was actually early, and the night was dark. In a corridor on the fifth floor the two boys stood side by side, silently looking around to check if the coast was clear. When they were sure it was, the dark-haired boy ducked behind a tapestry and the blonde-haired boy followed. Draco was already stripped to the waist; he ripped open Harry’s pyjama shirt and pressed their naked chests together, as he kissed him full on the mouth. Malfoy smiled inwardly to feel Harry against his leg. It would, hopefully, be a long night.

Dirty Harry Drabble #2

Harry stood trembling under his invisibility cloak; he was in the prefect’s bathroom on the fifth floor watching Cedric Diggory having a soak in the bath. As Cedric floated idly on his back amid the bubbles, Harry leaned eagerly over watching him run a hand up and down his lean body. Harry’s own hand was inside his dressing gown, gently clenching and unclenching. Cedric hoisted himself up out of the bath and lay on his side, his hand moving faster and faster. Harry couldn’t hold it back, and let out a strangled sob as he made his fingers all sticky.