It was just a normal day for Malfoy. He was walking back to his potions class to pick up some books when he saw the one he loved most. Only he knew of his secret. It was
"Potter," he whispered in a soft tone so no one could hear him. Potter was sitting alone next to an oak tree, and it occurred to Malfoy that he was always there on Friday night. It was dark, but he could still see the outline of him. Malfoy loved Potter, but he didn't show it at all. Instead, he was very mean to Potter, and especially to his friends, Hermione and Ron. He was always jealous of them. They got to spend every bit of free time with Potter, which made Malfoy want him even more.
It was Friday night, and sure enough Potter was there. He slumped down at the oak tree with his back against the massive tree. It was raining softly, but the rain would be coming down heavier later that evening. Potter didn't seem to care though. His messy black hair was partially covered in sprinkles of rain, and his glasses were the same. No one was around, at least that what Potter thought. Malfoy was behind a wall staring at him. Malfoy had the desire to kiss him and get on him, but he had to check if any ghosts or wizards were around. He peeked everywhere, and then he saw Peeves. His heart raced, but to his relief Peeves sunk back into wall looking like he was planning a prank.
After 5 minutes of looking out, Malfoy saw that it started to rain harder, but Potter was there. His prey was wet and it was then when he lurched forward at him. Potter screamed, but it was muffled by Malfoy's hand. Malfoy slowly took of his clothes, making sure Potter wouldn't escape his grasp. Potter didn't know what was going on until he heard the familiar voice whisper,"Be a good boy so I don't have to hurt you more." The rain was trickling, and Malfoy got of Potter's clothes with a hard fight won. He slammed Potter's chest against the oak tree. "This is my chance... The famous Harry Potter," Malfoy thought as he thrusted himself to him. "Argh!" Harry yelped. He didn't know if he loved it or not because it hurt in a delighted way. Malfoy pushed Potter down on his all fours, and went in thrusting over and over. "Be a good boy, and don't struggle," Malfoy whispered steadily. He collapsed himself on Potter making him so hard. While Malfoy was on him Harry screamed for help, but again, it was muffled by Malfoy's hand. The other hand was gliding down to Harry's cold nipples. He wished his finger around and round on Potter's right nipple, making it point up like a triangle. "Looks like I'll have to hurt you even more..." Malfoy said guiding his wet hand down to Potter's dick. Malfoy squeezed it, and then Harry let out a desperate yelp. Cum started flowing from Malfoy's dick, and he shoved it into Harry's hole. This was defentatly a virgin hole, but this made Malfoy thrust harder and harder until it was completely in Harry. The brim of the hole started filling with gooey cum. "Don't worry Harry," Malfoy said to him as the rain pounded against his back. He took his dick out and left Potter in the rain on his back now. He was fully exposed, but he froze. Malfoy left and said," I'll see you around on Friday."