Hey all! You know what? I actually have nothing to say up here. Weird. That's a first.

Disclaimer:Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. I'm too lazy to look up who it really belongs to, something along the lines of the wonderful J.K. Rowling and WB or some crap like that.

Warnings:Slash. But you knew that already, didn't you? Specially if you're reading this far. Not to worry though, nothing past PG or PG-13 at worst.

Wow. I didn't realize it until I was done, but this is a really fluffy chapter. Be warned if this isn't your cup of tea. I mean, really FLUFFY.

     Midnight reigned in soft blackness at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Nothing stirred, with the exception of Filch and the Cat from Hell. So no one was up to notice a largish black shadow detach itself from the wall and slip among the darkened halls in search for something.
     Up close and personal, this large shadow was revealed as not something from the nightmares of children, nor the ever foreboding Grim. It was a large black panther, with intelligent looking green eyes. Using said eyes, it scanned back and forth across the hallway, diligently searching. Seeing nothing in the vicinity that would get it in trouble, it continued on its journey, never noticing the second cat that followed it on silent paws.
     After much wandering and even a bit of teacher dodging, it arrived the Astronomy tower, a favorite haunt for students out of bed after hours. That and the Owlry, but it didn't think the birds would take too kindly to the presence of such a large cat. And the last thing it needed was for the whole school to wake up when the nocturnal birds started hooting incessantly. Too many unpleasant questions.
     Without stopping to wonder why with so many students up here constantly, Filch just didn't send Mrs. Norris up here on permanent nightly stake out, it slipped into an empty storage room. It was glad the damn cat wasn't up here. It didn't want to have to deal with either scaring the cat away or finding a new place to hide in. Besides, it was supposed to be meeting someone right about now. . .
     Suddenly it was knocked to the floor from a pounce from above by another, near identical panther. Twisting around underneath it, the two rolled around on the floor, careful not to inflict real damage with claws or teeth. As abruptly as it started, the wrestling match stopped, with the second panther, a size larger then the other, sitting on the stomach of the first. Then it shifted, melting into the boy the world knew as Draco Malfoy. Not bothering to go farther then halfling form, he simply stared at the figure beneath him, raising both fine silver eyebrows.
     With a sigh of mock long suffering, the panther under him likewise shifted until Harry Potter lay there, staring up at his boyfriend. Draco smirked, and reached down to run a claw gently down Harry's face. Harry waited until it was Draco's fingers on his face and not his claws, and turned into the touch.
     "I win again, Love," Draco whispered as he leaned down to kiss Harry.
     "Yeah, well, it's not fair since your house is closer then mine is. I have to travel farther!" he replied when they broke apart for air. "You-" He arched slightly as Draco nipped lightly at his neck with magically induced fangs. "Are closer . . . than I am . . . just have to . . . ambush in dark." He reached down and caught Draco's wandering hands just as they slipped under his pajama top, and rolled them both over.
     This time looking down at the silvery youth, Harry hooked Draco's hands around his neck and then held himself above the other. "You know, I didn't have you meet me here just so we can make out."
     Draco smiled impishly, a look most wouldn't recognize on him. "Of course not. It's just a lovely benefit. You had me meet you here because you like the challenge of trying to get by Filch without your lovely cloak!"
     Harry sighed. "No, I asked you to meet me here so we can spend some time together. It isn't fair we have to act the part of enemies during the day and rarely get the night to ourselves."
     "Yes, such a pity the human body requires sleep to function properly. Besides, would you rather the world knew about the fact the Wizarding world's biggest star is dating the son of the Wizarding world's most notorious Death Eater?"
     Harry frowned and lay down slightly next to and slightly on top of Draco. (1) Draco's arms encircled his shoulders and waist now and Harry laid his head on Draco's chest, listening to his heart. "I told you before, I really don't care. But you managed to convince me that it would be better this way. And anyway, it's not the entire Wizarding world I'm worried about. It's Ron and Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindors and the Slytherins, and the faculty and the rest of the school."
     "That, Harry, is another story. The sequel to something that I have a feeling I should remember, but can't. This one is just about us."(2)
     Harry turned to look his boyfriend in the eyes. "WHAT are you ON?" He shook his head as Draco gave him an odd look. Then he looked hopeful. "And can I have some?" Draco began laughing into the top of Harry's head and Harry himself chuckled and lay back down.
     "Your birthday is coming up soon, Draco." Harry commented after a bit. Draco snorted. "What do you want? I have yet to top last year's Christmas present."
     "I take it Aunt Tiel told you when my birthday was?"
     "No, actually, Professor Tyxa did. I swear, your uncle wants in my pants or something, the way he fawns over me and stares at me when he thinks I'm not looking."
     "Harry, anyone with half a brain would want in your pants. You're a hot specimen of the male human species. Absolutely drool-worthy. 100% fu-"
     Harry laid his hand across Draco's mouth, stopping the words from coming out. "Point taken. But that's who I got your birthday from. What do you want?"
     "For you to come stay with me in America this summer when I go to stay with Aunt Tiel and Uncle Turahi."
     Harry sat up suddenly, and looked down at his smiling boyfriend. "Are you serious?" Draco nodded. "But what makes you think the Dursleys'll let me? Or your parents? Or Dumbledore?"
     Draco raised one eyebrow, and reached out to take Harry's hand. He seemed to have a thing about constant physical contact, as if he was afraid that Harry would disappear in a puff of smoke if he looked at him wrong. "Let's take this backwards, shall we love? First, Dumbledore. Since when did he dictate where you lived during the summers?"
     "Since our third year and I met my real legal guardian."
     "Okay, how about my parents? We don't have to tell them you'll be there. They'll never know."
     "And the Dursleys? You got an answer for that?"
     "Yeah. Tell them you'll be out of their hair for the summer and so they won't have to deal with you and the dreaded M-word."
     "Wow, you do have an answer everything!!" He giggled slightly as Draco poked his ticklish spot. He retaliated and the semi-serious air dissipated in the laughter.
     "Truce, Truce!" Harry called. They ended up with Harry on his back again and Draco sitting straddling his stomach. Harry leaned up and kissed Draco. "I really do love you, you know. I'd love to spend the summer with you and your family, granted that mine agrees."
     A noise caught the boy's attention and they swung their heads towards the door. The meow of a cat, which could only mean one thing: Filch!
     "Crap, we're cornered and have no cloak!!" Harry hissed, panicking. He shifted back to human form and tried to stand. Draco, however, remained calm, and sitting on Harry's stomach. "Shift to cat form," he whispered. He crawled off Harry and watched as the dark hair boy complied. "Now hide in a corner, close your eyes and don't make a sound." The panther bounded over to the darkest corner. Draco did the same and they held their breath as the door was nosed open and a cat's face peeked in.
     Harry wanted to relax as he recognized the horrid cat. It wasn't Mrs. Norris, but it was just as bad. It was Crookshanks, Hermione's cat. It was too close a call for him to relax fully. He eased from his corner, pausing to make sure Draco was following, and slipped from the room. Crookshanks' eyes followed the two as they made their way down the hall, enough of a close call to call it a night.
     But instead of breaking off and heading towards the Slytherin dungeons like usual, Draco reached out and tugged on Harry's tail with his mouth. Harry turned, and Draco trotted silently down the hall in the direction of one of the exits to the outside. Harry followed, curious as the larger panther led him outside and right up to the banks of the lake, shaded by a weeping willow tree. Once there, they shifted back and Draco glomped (3) Harry.
     "There," he spoke softly. "We've got a bit more cover now, incase of emergency or sudden appearance of a teacher."
     Harry snuggled up to Draco and watched the moon over the lake. It was an ethereal night, the kind you only get when you're really tired and denying it, or just coming off a sugar/caffeine rush. After a while, he felt his eyelids grow heavy and began to nod off.
     "So you'll really come to Aunt Tiel's in America this summer?" Draco whispered. Harry just nodded.
     Draco snickered, realizing how sleepy Harry was. "Promise?"
     Harry wasn't that tired. "I promise to try," he muttered, then curled up in Draco's lap, proceeding to fall asleep. Draco chuckled, and pulled Harry closer. "Sweet dreams," he whispered.

End notes:
(1) Hey, the floor is a very comfy place to lay. I should know. I do it all the time. At schools, friends houses, home, work. . . umm, yeah. . .
(2) Hehehe!! I couldn't help but put that in there. I'm not sure yet if there will be a sequel. Maybe if I break 1000 reviews. . .
(3) Oh, the wonders of Glomp. I picked this phrase up in the anime genre a while back. It essentially means to attach yourself forcefully and suddenly to an object or person of your infatuation. Someone came up with the acronym: G.otta L.ove O.ur M.ale P.laytoys Loooooove it!