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They stumbled into the room without breaking apart.
Draco tore his mouth away first.
“Really, Potter? Here?”
“No one comes around here at this time,” Harry said, already chasing another kiss.
“This is McGonagall’s classroom,” Draco whispered harshly, though his hands settled at Harry’s waist anyway.
“It’s after hours.”
Harry backed Draco against one of the desks, sliding a thigh between his legs. Draco sucked in a breath.
“See?” Harry murmured.
He brushed two fingers beneath Draco’s jaw, angling him closer again.
Draco pulled back a second time.
Harry let go quickly, stepping away with his hands on his hips.
“Well, if you don’t want to—”
“Wait.”
Before Harry could say anything else, Draco caught him by the front of his shirt and yanked him back in.
“You’re unbelievably irritating,” he said against Harry’s mouth.
Harry laughed softly into the kiss, crowding Draco harder against the desk. His hands found Draco’s waist again. One of Draco’s hands slid into Harry’s hair. He felt the light touch of Harry’s tongue, and he opened his mouth slightly.
Their tongues traced against each other while Draco’s hand tightened in his hair. Draco’s hands travelled downwards to Harry’s chest before moving to his back and settling there. He pulled Harry in as close as possible. Draco shifted against his thigh, just barely, without realizing. Harry pressed his thigh up in response.
The classroom door creaked open.
Draco’s eyes snapped open and he shoved Harry away.
“Oh,” a voice said from the doorway.
Harry turned.
“Luna. Hi,” he said, voice cracking.
His hair was a mess. Draco was still panting.
Luna was holding two books to her chest. She tilted her head.
“I didn’t realize this classroom was occupied.”
“It’s not,” Draco said at once.
Luna looked at him.
Then at Harry.
Then at the desk Draco was half sitting on.
“All right,” she said. “I just saw something silver run past the staircase and thought it might be a Crumple-Horned Snorkack,” she continued, “But I think it was just Filch’s cat.”
“Right,” Harry said finally.
Draco slid off the desk beside him, smoothing a hand through his hair.
“Well,” he said coolly, still slightly breathless, “now that we’ve established there are no Snorkacks in here—”
Luna looked between them.
“No,” she agreed. “Just you two.”
She smiled vaguely.
“Goodnight,” she said.
Then Luna wandered back out into the corridor.