He'd given Potter another hickey. Perfect.

"I'll e over at nine. You'd better unlock the window." he added, rushing out the door. Draco stared after him, plag a hand on his cheek.

Draco propped him up against the desk and tinued on with the make-out session, kissing down Harry's owards the collar of his blue v-neck. "W-wait-" he groaned as Draco bit along his collarbone. "What?" he sighed as he drew back.

y s-suit me quite well, I-I'll have you know." Potter stuttered, averting his eyes. "Ah. There's my Harry. You act so ceous. But it's only an act, isn't that right, sugardumpling." he smirked.

"I-I'm not your anything!" "Oh, is that your way of saying I'm not the one who left that hickey?" Draco full a pale finger along Harry's neck. The purplish-bruise look-alike was right under his defined jaw. "Shut up, Malfoy."

"This is Snape's room." "Who cares? All the better to snog you in." "He never goes to fourth period lunch, you idiot!" Harry cried, putting on his glasses that had been thrown aside, and standing up. He kissed Draco's cheek.

"Shut me up, then, Potter. We have a full fifty-six minutes left." Draco said suggestively. "It would be my pleasure," Harry hissed, pressing his mouth against Draco's.

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