Overview: HP/DM Slash, rated 'M' for scenes of strong sexuality.
I do not own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts, or any other aspects of this story. All mentioned events, characters, spells and words are property of J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Brothers, Charles Levy Co., and other affiliates. I am making no profit off this story or any others, just enjoyment.

Chapter I: The Fire In Your Eyes

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Harry Potter turned over in his sleep, his arms locked around his sweat drenched pillow, and a wry smile was upon his face. His breathing was loud, and matched only by his occasional moaning - which threatened to arouse the fellow boys of Gryffindor. The snores of Dean Thomas, Ronald Weasley and Seamus Finnigan, however, proved that they were yet in their own peaceful dreams.

Harry was pounding on the naked wall opposite the statue of Barnabus the Barmy along the corridor of the seventh floor. He was under the invisibility cloak, and his hot breath was steaming up his glasses again, as he pounded his reddened fists against the wall.

"Let me in, you sick bastard! I need to get in there, I need to see what he is doing!" Harry swore, scratching and tearing at the wall like a man posessed, or driven to insatiable longing.

"Draco! Draco Malfoy let me in! I need to see you Draco! I need to see you Draco! I need to see you Draco!" Harry repeated as he pranced about the corridor again, willing the magical door to appear.

His sweat poured down his face and little droplets cascaded down the curved lenses of his black framed glasses. "Please!" He begged, longing for the door to open, to finally know Malfoys true intentions.

It was as if his sweat and pleading had merged together and created the catalyst necessary to perform the final step of a complex spell- for Harry looked down and saw, to his delight, that a random drop of sweat had made its' way to the wall...for it sizzled upon contact.

A silver and gold nub sprouted from the center of the wall facing the dark haired boy, and with growing excitement and longing from the Boy who Lived, it began to form the outline of a large ornate door.

Harry reached out and grasped the door handle which had come into existance, and his hand - oily and sweaty, grasped the handle and turned- welcoming Harry into the secret room.

Harry closed the door behind him and laid his inivisibility cloak down on a very well stuffed chair. He was expecting to find a room full of Dark Objects, possibly even Death Eaters. What Harry hadn't expected to find was a room lit entirely with candles, smelling of mint and jasmine, and a large four poster bed.

Upon that bed, Harry realized, was Draco Malfoy, skyclad and beckoning him forward. Harry approached, and with a nod of encouragement and a motioning finger from Draco, Harry relieved himself of the hinderance clothes provided. He had come in the room full of desire to discover what Draco was doing, but now, all he wanted was to wrap his arms around the slender Slytherin boy.

Dracos' eyes were alight with desire, and Harry moved closer, and admired how the fire danced in the grey eyes of the boy he swore to hate. Draco took his hand and touched the quivering lips of Harry.

Harry shivered with longing and his carefully hidden feelings burst forth, revealing his true admiration. Draco's cool lips met his and Harry fell victim to the torture and pleasure that could only come from a Slytherin.

Harry awoke the next morning and yawned sleepily, stretching and smiling as the sun crept through the curtains of his four poster. He removed the blankets and felt an all too familiar dampness near the split in the hem of his pajamas. He usually welcomed this type of wake-up, for it meant he had experienced a lovely dream of an alluring red-head. Today though he was shocked and slightly curious, for he had distinctly remembered his dreams, once he stopped to think about it. And just as the wry smile crept upon his face, mere hours before - an awestruck frown fell upon his face now.

"Draco...Malfoy..." Harry whispered, shaking his head, and feeling like he greatly needed a shower.