Room of Requirement: Secret Uses
Seventh floor of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, walk in front of the tapestry three times thinking of something you need, or want. A door appears on the adverse side of the hall. Enter this door and you find a room is equipped with what it was that you had wanted or wished. If you had needed a bathroom, the room appears equipped with chamber pots. Draco learns about this room another way, and uses it for perverse purposes. . .
Late at night, the Slytherin blond is in the halls. He was walking in front of the tapestry, he heard of voice come from behind him. He turned around, his expensive shoes turning at the heel. There was nothing there. Draco walked a few paces back the direction the voice had come from. He turned on his heel and walked the other way. There were footsteps behind him this time. Even though Snape more so slithered oh so quietly, Draco thought it was the professor. He turned around one more time. There was nothing there this time either. Draco backtracked once more. There was no one around. He turned around again, this time with attitude he stomped his feet down the hall past the tapestry once again. Draco heard the creaking cracking sound of the blocks moving. He turned and looked at the wall. A door appeared.
Draco took the handle of the door and opened it slowly. There was not any light coming from inside. He stepped inside. His face showed his confusion and excitement. The heavy wooden door closed behind him. A dim light shown from the decadently simple fireplace laying opposite the bed. The bed large, black and sporting what appeared to be plush blankets and pillows. Draco walked to the bed that occupied the space roughly the same size as his bedroom at Malfoy Manor.
Draco fell into the bed. Draco was welcomed by the comfortable padding of the bed, and soon thereafter, by a restful sleep. The dreams started as he closed his eyes. The Gryffindor's colors draped around the naked boy's torso barely covering the boy's crotch. Raven hairs were visible from the crotch. The boy's legs appeared sturdy, covered in downy raven hairs. As the image panned out from the boy's lower body Draco was surprised. He was dreaming of Harry Potter.
Draco noticed as he woke from what he considered a nightmare. His cock had grown erect. Its full length was tenting his clothing and the blankets. Draco tried ignoring it. The more he tried the harder it throbbed. Draco relented, but caved. He took his dick in his hand as he had done several times before. He started rhythmically stroking it. His eyes squinted shut going back to the dream.
If only he were here,Draco thought to himself.
His dainty soft hands teased his swollen prick. He was nearing climax.
All of the sudden the door to the room opened. In stepped Harry Potter. What is he doing here, Draco asked himself as he scurried trying to cover himself up. Harry had seen it all anyway.
Harry Potter smirked, "Why bother to hide it?"
Draco was pissed, "What are you doing here P-P-Potter?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. Boy he looked handsome tonight Draco thought.
Harry stated confusedly, "I have no idea."
Draco said, "Potter you've seen mine, isn't it fair?"
Harry protested, "Not gonna happen Malfoy."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Harry promptly cut him off, "Besides that would give you pleasure wouldn't it?"
Draco fumed, "Fuck off Scar-head."
Harry turned to leave. A thought popped into Draco's head.
"Potter," Draco said the word like poison on his tongue. "Do not tell anyone what you just saw."
Harry turned to face Draco, "I might just have to Malfoy."
Draco grimaced, "Please don't Harry."
Both boys were shocked by what words had just filled the air. Harry looked at Draco in surprise.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because, I asked nicely?" Draco said.
"Well yeah, but what's in it for me? I'd more fun if I told everyone about your dick."
"What do you want?"
Harry smirked; he had just gotten Draco where he wanted him.
"Make an offer," Harry stated.
"I'll do your potions work for a month." Draco offered weakly.
"Naw."
"50 Shillings?" Draco asked.
"Nope."
"Pot –I mean Harry. This will be easier if you just tell me what you want."
Harry asked, "What are you willing to offer?"
"Anything."
"Wank, I wanna watch your pathetic body squirm." Harry said, this was his low price; he knew Draco, or so it was that he thought.
Draco pulled back the covers. His dick lay limp. After a few teasing finger gestures it was erect again. Draco started masturbating once more. The rhythm slower this time, he wanted to give Potter a show.
Harry's own erection grew, tenting his trousers to their limit. Harry sat on the bed, watching Draco. Something possessed him as his hand reached out and cupped Draco's balls. Feeling their warmth was something Harry never suspected. He thought they, like the rest of the boy, would be cold as ice. The fine hairs tickled Harry's palms as they moved with Draco's motions.
Harry said, "I'll make you a better deal Draco."
Draco paused, "What?"
Harry declared, "Suck my dick, and I'll jerk you off."
Draco thought about the prospect before agreeing. Draco knew he could use this as advantage in some way, but he was not exactly sure how at the moment. Harry stood up from the bed. He pulled his trousers down to his ankles. His boxers contained what no one else had ever seen.
Draco hesitantly opened his mouth and allowed the erect dick enter his mouth. Unsure how to give a proper blowjob, Harry was bitten a few times.
Harry pulled away, "This isn't right. I don't want you to suck me because you have to; but because you want to."
Draco said, "You still have to jerk me off. At least partially repay for what I've done for you."
Harry lay on the bed; Draco crawled in beside him. Both laying on their backs the looked each other in the eye as Harry's hand wandered down from Draco's less muscular chest to his navel. Harry's hand reached Draco's dick. The texture was quite unlike Harry's own. Draco's was soft, a baby smooth sort of soft. Harry's hand toyed with the Slytherin's pink prick; making sure to get some head action in as it went.
This was not Harry's first time touching someone else's cock. He had a run in with the Weasley twins last year. He knew what he was doing. As a fact, Harry rarely masturbated himself. He did not see the need to he was happy enough. Although, often in the locker room Harry would pop a boner or two, only to shield it with his towel. Things had also a potential to get very erotic. Harry loved watching the warm water glisten over the older boys. Their muscles danced under their flesh as their strong hands lathered their bodies with soap under the heads of the showers.
Harry's attention to Draco's cock was not going unnoticed by the blond Slytherin, or his cock. Draco's balls contracted in the sweet agony of orgasm. His breaths grew short as his muscles contracted, letting themselves be shown. The Slytherin boy was well-endowed muscle wise.
Draco let out a savage mix between a moan and scream. The sound sent chills up Harry's spine as his hand was covered in the sticky fluids. Draco's load was massive as it ejected from Draco with enough force to fly through the air and land on the Slytherin's heaving chest. This was the best climax he had in a long time. He needed to repay Harry for giving him the large quantities of pleasure as his climax racked his silky smooth body.
Harry's grip lessened as Draco's cock withered. The blond still breathed heavily, the sounds of his breathing made Harry snicker.
"What the hell is your problem?" Draco asked.
"You, you're so funny," Harry replied.
"What's so funny? Never heard a guy enjoy something before?"
"So you enjoyed it Draco," The word Draco was sweet on Harry's tongue.
"Yes, Potter, I did."
"So . . . I guess were done here then?" Harry asked, assuming Draco would not return the favor.
"No," Draco said, his voice cracking out of nervousness, "I have to ensure you don't tell anyone."
"Oh."
"Harry Potter, get on this bed now."
Harry jumped onto the bed. His tired eyes got heavier as he sank into the plush comfy-ness of the bed. Draco scooted towards Harry's crotch. Harry's erection was poking through the slit in his trousers. Draco surprised Harry once more. He willingly wrapped his lip around Harry's engorged erection. The sensations were unbelievable. Definitely better than Draco's forced attempt just moments earlier. Harry moaned as Draco's teeth teased the flesh of his beefy cock. They scratched, nibbled, and lightly bit the areas Harry did not even know existed. For this being Draco's first time, he was doing swell. Harry did not rush the blonde-haired person. He let Draco move at his own pace, while he ran his fingers through the Blonde's soft hair. Harry's hand caressed the bugling side of Draco's mouth. The feeling of slight peach fuzz felt amazing under Harry's fingers.
"Draco. . . I'm gonna. . ." Harry tried to warn Draco of his impending climax.
He was too late he did not get the last word out before he shot his load into Draco's unsuspecting mouth. Draco pulled away as soon as the first rope of Harry's cum hit the taste buds on his tongue.
"Potter," Draco said angrily, "You sick twat."
"I tried warning you; you're just too good at sucking dick," Harry replied.
"Now . . . Harry," Draco said.
"Yes?"
"I'll do that again as long as you promise not to tell anyone."
"And I will do it to you again if you don't tell anyone. Deal?"
"Deal. Potter, you gay?"
"You wish . . ."
Draco was totally lying he had liked Harry since that first time they locked eyes in Flourish and Botts all those years prior.
The boys lay there, staring at the canopy above their heads. The black fabric looked so bland, but yet tasteful. A moment of silence descended over the room. Only to be broken by Draco a few moments later.
"Harry, do you like me?"
"Draco, I can't like you. We're sworn nemeses."
"Harry; other than nemeses do you like me as a person?"
"Draco Malfoy, I would like you to know I think very highly of you besides for the whole Slytherin thing."
"Just because I'm Slytherin you can't and don't like me?"
"Not at all. Severus is a good man; he tried to save my parents."
"Severus is different. He's half-blood."
"Blood status has nothing to do with how a person acts. Well, besides for the pure bloods acting like they're better than the rest of us."
"Harry, I. . ."
"You what Draco? Tell me you've never acted superior to anyone you considered less than pure."
"I have, and that's something I'm not proud of. That day I called Granger a mud-blood. It was an act, for the other Slytherins. I felt terrible about saying that to her. She's so smart."
"Why did you have to call her a mud-blood?"
"I did so because she is muggle-born. Because I'm jealous you're her friend not mine."
Harry rolled over on top of Draco. His eyes emerald eyes stared into Draco's pale icy blues. Like glaciers, they were cold, unforgiving, un-betraying walls. Harry's reflection shone in Draco's glassy eyes.
"How does this make you feel?" Harry asked coyly.
"I could show you," Draco suggested.
Draco raised his mouth closer to Harry's. Their lips met. Draco dominated the kiss, his tongue probing Harry's mouth. Harry did not fight, it would be his turn soon enough.
Harry's mouth tasted like minty toothpaste and chocolate. The taste was unique; the combination was an amazing blend. Neither taste over powered the other. The combination worked together in homogenous harmony.
It was Harry's turn. His tongue explored the crevices of Draco's moist mouth. The Slytherin's breath carried the taste of some odd spice Harry had never tasted before. Draco's warm breath carried the same odd spice.
"So this is how you feel?" Harry asked.
"Yup," Draco replied blankly, his mind elsewhere.
Depending on whether or not any of ya'll out there reread this story from time to time-you may or may not notice some of the changes made to this chapter; I carefully read and corrected some errors that I knew less about back the first time I wrote it. Enjoy!
