Cupid Wings

17. Patrol

They were lying on their fronts, naked, side-by-side on Harry's bed, studying the Marauder's Map, checking for rogue footsteps outside their dormitories.

'And you say you've had this map since the third year?'

'Yup. The twins gave it to me, they'd stolen it from Filch's office. They had no idea that my father, Sirius, Remus, and Pettigrew made it. Remus confiscated it for a while but he gave it back when he left. One day I'll give it to Teddy.'

'So, this is how you knew where I was at any given point in the sixth year?'

'Yep. Apart from the Room of Requirement doesn't show on here, nor the Forbidden Forest. But the rest is there. You know what, I used to find your name when I was on the run too. I was supposed to be looking for Ginny, to make sure she was okay, and the others who I knew were here, but I always found you too.'

'How sweet! Draco said sarcastically.

'I take it back. Never looked for your name once...'

Draco slapped his arm half-heartedly. 'I told you I was always looking for you...' he pouted.

'Yeah, but you also admitted you fell in love with me after you saw me naked in the fourth year. Anyway, you must have seen me naked in the Quidditch changing rooms, what was the difference between then and the Triwizard Tournament.'

'Who said it was any different? Perhaps I was lusting after you every time you got out of the shower, water dripping from your raven locks, moisture glistening on your teenage chest, those tight buttocks...' he pulled his lower lip between his teeth and lowered his eyes, looking at Harry coyly from beneath his pale lashes.

'Bloody hell, you were, weren't you?'

'Thankfully everyone, including you, was far too oblivious to notice because if I think about it too much, I was embarrassingly obvious. You know, I nearly slapped your naked arse once. You'd dropped your towel and were just a little too close. My imagination was ahead of my self-control and I actually raised my hand...'

Harry knew he was staring at Draco, but... bloody hell! He was trying to imagine if Draco had actually done it.

'I know... It just... Merlin, it just looked so firm and slightly damp after your shower and I really wanted to know what it would sound like. And I really wanted to see my red handprint on your skin.'

'You kinky sod!'

'Your eyes are blown,' Draco said quietly.

'Are you surprised?'

'Are you always like this or have I unleashed a monster?'

Harry smiled and rolled onto his back, his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. 'I think changing into the Hunter hasn't helped your cause, or maybe it has, I don't know. Everything is amplified afterwards, the way I was squaring up to Sev; the defensiveness I felt about you; you know, my immediate thoughts in my head were of you as my mate; and I could smell you too, even from across the room, I could smell us, our sex, and it made me fucking horny. Still does...'

Draco discarded the map for a moment and sidled closer, fingers idly playing with the spattering of hair on Harry's chest. 'I don't mind. In fact, it's very sexy.' He leant over and kissed Harry chastely on the lips before returning back to staring at the map.

'You shouldn't tease me like that,' Harry said. 'I'm too highly strung in this state.' He rolled back over so he was laid on top of Draco, distractedly kissing the back of his neck and down his spin.

'Harry!' Draco growled. 'If you carry on like this, I won't be able to walk tomorrow.'

'Did you know that some big cat breeds mate every fifteen minutes, intensely over five days...' he ran a hand down over Draco's ribs towards his hips.