I'll keep you, my dirty little secret(Drarry)

#1-

"Malfoy. I swear to god. You're such an arse!" Harry yelled as he wiped down his robes, dust flying everywhere. Broom cupboards never were the cleanest of places.

"And you're a scarfaced prick, we just pointing out the obvious?" He replied.

Harry shook his head violently. Then laughed to himself, still looking at the blond boy.

Draco winked from down the corridor and they turned around, going their separate ways.

- Okay, so I'm sure you're all confused as to what's happening right now, so let's take it back to that night. A cold, October, the war ended a year ago, the castle was rebuilt, spick and span, just like new, and Harry some how managed to get stuck in the room of requirement ... With Draco Malfoy. (Ugh, so fun)

"You're such a pathetic excuse for a wizard, potter." Draco sneered, the room was large, almost endless, two large, leather sofas opposite each other, a fire place between them.

"Yeah? You think I indented for this to happen?" Harry asked. He was as panicked and annoyed as Draco.

"Yes. Potter. I think you wanted this to happen."

"Yeah? Enlighten me, Malfoy. Why did I want this to happen?" Harry's voice had turned cold now, because even though we thought Draco had changed durning the war, he was very wrong.

"I think... You're in love with me."

Harry burst out laughing.

"See, you have a sense of humor."

"I'm being serious, Potter. I can see you always looking at me at the dinner table. The way you zone out in Potions, thinking about me. Wouldn't surprise me."

Harry was still laughing at this point. "Aye, so if I'm in love with you, you're in love with me, right?" His laughter had not yet stopped

"Oh, of course." He said, simply.

"Sure. Is that why you're such an arse. Because you're madly in love with me. You don't want your poor, lonely mother to have a heart attack and your disgusting, death eater father to have a fit in askaban?"

Draco didn't like how Harry was talking to him right now, but nodded. "Indeed you are, Potter."

"Sure!" His laugher started to die down now. "I don't believe you."

Draco had gotten closer to Harry. His hands on his shoulders. Harry didn't stop him. Just because he wanted to see how far Draco would go with this.

"See, potter. I have loved you since you refused my hand in first year." His face was inches from Harry's.

Harry dared say a word. "Harry. I'm going to kiss you now." With that, Draco places his lips on Harry's, something he'd wanted to do for years.

Their lips moved together, perfectly,as though they were made for each other.

But Draco made it rougher.

Draco had moved his lips more aggressively, biting at Harry's lips, his tongue searching Harry's.

Draco pulled his own jumper off, then looked Harry in the eye, who had taken his off too.

Their ties came off. Their shoes. Their trousers. Their shirts. Their boxers.

And soon... They found themselves sprawled out on one of he sofas, naked.