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Rating: PG-13 or R (for suggestiveness)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Comment: Written for this week’s challenge over at hp_quince: “What are you wearing?”

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Harry peered around the corner. The torches tinted the bare walls a warm orange, illuminating just enough of the darkness to assure him that the corridor was indeed empty. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his robes as he darted down the hallway to the small door at its end, one of the many dusty rooms left unused in Hogwarts. Tugging open the door, he had to duck to pass through before locking it after him.

“Harry,” a low voice greeted him. “Took you long enough.”

There was no room for saying anything else as two bodies rushed across the short distance of the room and collided, limbs clutching and tugging at clothing. Harry covered Draco’s mouth, tongue gliding across his lips…before abruptly pulling back. He blinked into Draco’s face. It took the blond a moment to realize Harry had stopped.

Draco opened his eyes and muttered a little breathlessly, “What?”

“What…what are you wearing?” Harry asked, staring at Draco’s glossy lips.

Thankfully, the darkness hid the blush that was rising up the blond’s neck. “It…it’s lipgloss. Pansy says the boys love it because she tastes like strawberries. I tried it and it wasn’t so bad so I thought…you might…” Draco straightened and tossed his blond head back to look down his nose at Harry as he tried to regain his composure. “Nevermind. It figures you wouldn’t appreciate—”

The rest of his sentence was swallowed by Harry’s mouth as his lips were licked and sucked, teeth nipping gently until he was breathless and quite assured that Harry liked strawberry-flavored Draco.

The end.