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.