Harry tossed and turned in his bed until he decided to give up and go to the library to read peacfully. He slipped out of bed and put his robes on then headed to the library as quietly as he could. He reached the library and slumped in a chair at a desk. He opened his book and tried to read but his eye didn't want to. He sighed and put his head down on the desk.
Suddenly he heard the door clunk shut and Harry opened his eyes. It was a robed figure with green rims.
"Well well." A voice said from under the hood. They pushed the hood down to reveal shining blonde hair that almost glowed silver. Draco Malfoy. Malfoy stepped towards him and leant a hand on the desk next to Harry's head.
"What's that matter, Potter? Parents couldn't tuck you in tonight?" He said smirking. Harry's fists clenched.
Just ignore him.
"Didn't Weasley want to either?" Draco carried on. "Probably too busy with the Mudblood."
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry shouted getting from his seat and slamming his book on the table. Draco looked startled but stood his ground.
"How about you make me, Potter?" Draco spat through an evil smirk. His hair draping down either side of his cheeks as he stared, his grey eyes fixating on Harry's. Harry stepped towards Draco and shoved him backwards.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Draco hissed pushing Harry's arms off. He went for his wand but Harry already had his pointing at Draco.
"Lets make this interesting." Harry started. "No wands." He said and put his wand to his side. Draco agreed by discarding his. Before he had time to think, Harry had flung himself at Draco and had him against the wall, his hands around his throat. Harry stared into Draco's eyes as he struggled for air. Draco could see fire in Harry's eyes and for a second he felt quite scared for his life. Harry realised this and loosened his grip on Draco then let his arms down. Draco coughed and Harry stepped away.
Was he really going to do it?
Harry turned back to Draco and put his hands over his face. He was scared of himself. Draco shot at Harry and before Harry realised what hit him he was pinned on the floor.
"I thought you had become a man for a minute there, Potter." Draco said whilst holding the struggling Harry down. Harry had a burst of strength and then he was on top of Draco. Draco punched Harry in the mouth and split his lip. Harry returned the favour. There was blood in the sweat that smudged over the struggling boys.
Whilst Harry was still on top, Draco could feel his pelvis leaning into his own. Harry hit Draco again and stood up whilst Draco held his nose. There was blood on Harry's knuckles and smeared over both their faces. Draco got to this feet and grabbed Harry's shoulder and turned him around. Harry's hair was scruffy, unlike Draco's which somehow was still straight down either side of his face. The boys were both fighting for air. Draco still had Harry's shoulder but neither of them moved. The moonlight accented Draco's cheekbones which glowed red from blood. Draco went close to Harry, who cowered slightly. Harry was too tired to fight anymore. Draco felt a sense of sympathy for the cowering boy. Draco pushed into Harry and let their lips touch. Harry pushed Draco back in confusion. Draco looked just as surprised as he kissed Harry again, this time pushing his tongue through Harry's broken lips. He could taste Harry's blood, or it was his own, he couldn't tell. But for that moment he felt released; entwined with his arch enemy.
Who knew this would feel so good?
Harry gave into Draco's lips and kissed him back. Draco started to push Harry towards the desk where Harry was sitting not long ago. Harry's back met the desk but Draco kept pushing. Draco had to feel in control. Hands started to wander to places they never thought they'd feel. Draco pushed his way into Harry's robe and opened his shirt. The buttons didn't protest as the breathless boys began to open them. Draco only took a quick look every few minutes to see what he was doing, he couldn't tear his lips away from Harry's. Before he knew it Harry's shirt was off along with his robes which were discarded to one side. Draco took a moment to look at Harry's torso. Slim but athletic with hips slightly protruding from his trousers. The sight made Draco want him. He looked up and saw that Harry was looking scared and down at the floor, his hair falling over his glasses. Draco took his chin in his hand and lifted his head up and smiled at those beautiful emerald eyes. Harry seemed to find some confidence and started to unbutton Draco's shirt. Draco's head fell back as Harry got to his knees to start at Draco's belt and trousers. Harry was nipping at Draco's stomach as he slipped his trousers down. Draco's skin was soft and almost silver, matching his hair. Harry could see a growing buldge in Draco's boxers. Harry stood up making Draco open his eyes to see what he was doing. Harry took a second to take in Draco's skinny frame, then he dropped his own trousers. Draco pushed on Harry's shoulders to get him to kneel down. Harry understood what he wanted. Harry pulled Draco's boxers off to reveal a strong erection for him. All for him. The thought made his stomach jolt. He never thought he would be in this situation. Harry began to slide his hands up and down Draco, who's breathing was starting to get husky. Draco's thighs were burning, he needed Harry. He wanted Harry. Harry obeyed and put his mouth around Draco. He began pumping him into his mouth, Draco wondered if he'd done this before. After a minute or two Draco released into Harry's mouth. Harry seemed to enjoy the taste. Draco moaned and caught his breath and let go of Harry's hair. Harry stood up and Draco started to kiss his neck. Even after Harry's effort, Draco wanted more. He took control again and turned Harry round and pushed him over the desk. He pulled Harry's boxers off and started to kiss down his spine. Harry was ready to burst at any moment. All he could do was let out gasps and moans, which egged Draco on more to keep teasing him. Draco pushed a finger into Harry, who in return gasped so Draco added another. Harry gripped Draco's arms, which were grasping Harry's hips. Draco reached for his wand and pointed it at Harry. He performed a spell silently, he really was a talented wizard. Harry felt cool, gel like liquid enter him, then Draco's fingers. Draco took his fingers away and paused a moment to lean forward to kiss Harry's neck. This sent shivers down Harry's spine. Draco knew it, and loved it. To have Harry clinging to his every movement. Draco took a breath and then pushed his erection into Harry, who's fingernails dug into Draco's hands. Draco pushed all of himself inside Harry, who felt like it wouldn't all fit. He gritted his teeth and gripped Draco's hands. Draco declined and started to slowly go in and out. Harry moaned so loudly that the whole school could hear. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was this moment, these two boys. Draco got more intesnse and began to pound into Harry. Faster, stronger. Harry lost sense of what the barrier between pain and pleasure was. His nails still digging into Draco's hands, which were now drawing blood. Draco liked the pain, the sight of the blood. Draco kept going, getting rougher. Harry kept moaning. Draco pulled a hand away from Harry's and reached for his hair.
"Say my name." Draco breathed to Harry. He let go of his hair and gripped his hip again. Blood dripping from his hand. Harry found his hand and held it again. Harry hadn't said Draco's name so Draco slammed into Harry so hard that it pushed Harry down into the desk.
"Draco!" Harry managed to grunt. Draco got faster as he reached his climax. He reached under and started to pump Harry to his rhythm. Draco pounded Harry a few more times and he then released himself inside him. The feeling of it sent Harry off who came into Draco's hand with a grunt. Draco looked at his hands, there were nail shaped cuts along them that were bleeding. He declined from Harry, who straightened. He was sweaty and his hair was as messy as always. Draco's was still perfectly straight but slightly wet from sweat. Draco started to lick the blood from his hands, he then licked the blood mixed with Harry's mess from the other. Harry was breathless, watching Malfoy slowly get dressed. Draco passed Harry his clothes, who began to get dressed too. Harry was putting on his trousers when he heard a door. He looked up to see green robes disappearing through it. Malfoy's robes. He had left Harry without a word. Harry continued getting dressed and he headed back to his dorm. Harry couldn't help but to feel sad about how Malfoy had left him. Harry touched his broken lip and flinched.
What was he going to tell people? How did he get those hand marks on his hips?
How could he ever face Ron? His best friend.
"What happened to you?" A familiar voice said. Harry looked up to see Ron's red hair gleaming in the moonlight.
"Oh..." Harry started, putting his hand over his mouth. But he had more bruises and cuts over his face that he didn't hide.
"Did someone beat you up?" Ron asked walking over to Harry, who was now sitting on a bed.
"Erm... Kind of." Harry said.
"Who?"
"Malfoy." Harry said quietly. That name. He had just said it out loud.
"Did you get him?" Ron asked sitting next to Harry, who nodded. "Good one mate." Ron said clapping a hand on Harry's lower back.
"Ouch!" Harry said and Ron took his hand away. Harry looked at his hands, they had blood smeared over them. Some from hitting Malfoy, some from the cuts on his hands.
"Blimey!" Ron said seeing the blood. "Bet he ran to his dad." Ron smiled. Harry could tell that Ron was examining his cuts and bruises. He felt his eyes burning through his head. Ron put a hand to Harry's cheek and brushed a finger along it, nearly caressing a bruise. Harry turned to Ron was was looking sympathetically back. Ron took a breath and plucked up some courage. He leaned into harry and pressed his lips against the other boys. Harry always thought this moment would come. He always felt there was something there between them. How he had fantasized about this moment. When Ron would finally get the courage for this. Ron pulled away and looked down. His long hair was draping to his chin. Harry put his hands through his hair and started to kiss his neck. This sent a shiver down Ron's spine and he couldn't hide it. Ron put a hand on Harry's cheek but Harry had to flinch. Ron backed off but Harry didn't want this to stop, he'd been waiting for this for so long. Harry shuffled to Ron and kissed him passionately and started touching his chest with one hand. Ron leant back letting Harry go on top of him. Ron started to undo Harry's shirt with shakey hands. Harry flinched and sat up, he had a severe bruise on his ribs from Draco. Harry couldn't hide the fact that he was in alot of pain. Ron sat up, "I don't want to hurt you." He said looking Harry up and down. Harry nodded and got up, he felt so confused. This is what he'd been waiting for and the same night he realised he had feelings for Draco too. He left Ron sitting on his bed and climbed, painfully into his own.