A/N: Written for Gamma Orionis Kinks challenge.
Zelophilia
The potion was a lovely shade of pale lavender, it bubbled quietly in the caldron, an enticing scent of cotton candy catching his nose every time one of the little bubbles popped. Draco's lips curled into a self-satisfied smile; potions was one of his best subjects and today he was proving it. He was sure to get an O for this potion, it was perfect.
"Ah, well done, Harry my boy."
Draco glanced over his shoulder to the bench where Saint Potter was working with Weasley and the mud blood. Draco couldn't see into Potter's caldron from where he was but the look of disbelief on Granger's face told Draco all he needed to know. Potter did ok at potions, but he didn't have the natural knack for them that Draco had and it was clear from Granger's face that Potter's potion was average at best. Slughorn always did simper and coo over Potter and award him attributes he did not possess; like being good at potions.
Draco on the other hand did extremely well in the class, but it seemed as though Slughorn grudgingly gave him the marks he deserved and he never congratulated Draco or bothered to make a public point that Draco excelled in his class. Slughorn was fair with his marking and always gave Draco the grade he deserved, Draco couldn't argue with that, but Slughorn never made much of him, never encouraged him like he did with Potter.
A scowl marred Draco's features and he turned away from Potter, lifting the wooden stirrer and slowly swirling it around his potion.
"You won't forget about my little party tonight, will you Harry? You are coming, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm coming," Harry agreed awkwardly. "I hadn't forgotten."
Draco's teeth ground together and his grip on the stirrer tightened so much he almost snapped it in two. Potter was part of Slughorn's elite little group of students, The Slug Club. He was Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake, he was the wealthiest student at Hogwarts, his father was extremely influential in all manner of business and he was top of the class, even beating Granger, but still Slughorn slighted him, ignored him and quite clearly didn't find him interesting or important enough to invite into his pathetic little Slug Club.
It was humiliating, and it set Draco's blood to boiling.
Of course he had scoffed at the very idea of the Slug Club and made it well known to anyone who would listen that he thought Slughorn was a pompous ass and a sad old man. But it still rankled that he wasn't invited and didn't even have the opportunity of refusing to attend the stupid party.
It was always Potter, always Harry bloody Potter no matter where he went or what he did. Potter had gotten on to the Gryffindor quidditch team when he shouldn't have. He had competed in the Tri Wizard Tournament when he shouldn't have. No matter what Potter did he got away with it and everyone practically worshipped the ground he walked on.
Draco was so busy stewing that he didn't realise that Slughorn had called time on the class and he hurried to bottle his potion and tidy away his things. He had ancient runes next and Potter wasn't in that class with him, Draco snorted at the very idea of Potter attempting ancient runes; he just didn't have the smarts.
Just all the attention, Draco thought with a dark glower.
He was one of the last to leave the class, slinging his bag over his shoulder Draco stalked down the corridor, Potter still on his mind and his jealousy still simmering just below boiling point. He was the one with all the wealth, privilege and status. He had been made prefect, he was the better student with a natural capability that Potter did not possess and yet Potter was the one who ended up with all the glory no matter what he did!
It drove Draco mad, anger rushing through him. It was an anger fuelled by jealousy, it was hot and swift and totally consumed him until it was all that Draco could feel; and it did something to him.
Draco didn't understand his bodily reaction to this jealous anger. He hadn't been aware of the connection the first few times it had happened to him, but now he knew, as embarrassing as it was Draco knew that his highly aroused state was stimulated by his jealousy.
It was happening now, the more he thought and brooded and dwelt upon it the more aroused he became until his tailor made trousers became way too tight in the crotch. Draco swallowed uncomfortably, he knew what he needed but he didn't think he was going to get it right now and he was just considering the implications of being late to ancient runes in order to take care of the problem himself when he rounded the corner and saw them.
As usual Potter was everywhere he looked, and he was there now, standing in a slant of weak sunlight talking to her.
Draco edged closer in the hopes of catching her attention. She was just what he needed. She would attend to his problem; she understood it, understood him.
"Are you alright, Harry? You don't look very happy," Luna eyed him curiously.
"I have to go to Slughorn's stupid party," Harry complained crossly. "I was hoping to avoid it but he just reminded me about it."
"I'm sure you'll have fun once you get there," Luna said in an effort to cheer him up.
"No I won't," Harry said gloomily. "Unless…." He paused and stared at her, inspiration crossing his face. "Unless you'd like to go with me? I know its short notice, but well, I hadn't been planning on going at all. Do you want to go with me? As friends," he added quickly.
Draco was incensed. Potter was asking Luna out! How dare he! As if Potter didn't have enough as it was without going around stealing what belonged to other people. Luna was his, she was the one and only person who he could share certain things with because she understood what it was like to be different, to have a quirk, a kink in your nature.
Luna smiled brilliantly, she thrilled visibly. "Oh yes, I'd like that, Harry." She clasped her hands together for a moment. "As friends."
She was going out with Potter! She was going to a party with Potter, in public , where people could see them! People would talk, they'd say she was dating Potter that she was screwing Potter and he would be powerless to stop it. Potter would get to be with her all evening and enjoy her company, her weird insight into things, her sharp mind and sunny smile while he was stuck in the Slytherin common room completely left out of everything.
Draco had never been as jealous of Harry Potter as he was right at that moment and his erection throbbed unbearably in his trousers.
Why didn't she see him? Why didn't she get rid of Potter and go about her own business so that he could catch hold of her and release some of the tension that was curling through him, tightening his muscles uncomfortably.
"I have to go, Harry. I'll see you later, ok?"
"Ok, see you later, Luna," Harry smiled and moved off and Draco let out a breath he hadn't been aware that he was even holding.
"Do you want me, Draco?" Luna looked straight at him taking him by surprise. Draco hadn't even realised that she had been aware that he was watching her. She came at him, her large silvery blue eyes glazed over and a dreamily little smile on her face. Once she was close enough she reached out, cupping him through his trousers and Draco was so wound up already that he hissed at the gentle touch. "Yes," she said with a small smile. "You do want me."
"Just… for Merlin's sake... just…"
"Shh," she soothed softly. "I'll help you, Draco. Just relax."
Giving his hand a little tug, Luna pulled him from the corridor to a niche in the wall behind a tapestry. She had found many little hiding spots during her time in Hogwarts, it paid to know where to hide when people were so insistent on teasing her every single time they saw her. It could be wearing.
She pressed him against the wall deftly popping the buttons on his trousers and Draco sighed with relief at being free from his tailor made prison. She would help him, Draco knew she would. She would give him what he needed, what he craved just as he gave to her what she needed, what she craved.
There was nothing he could say or do that would shock or surprise her, she could be just as depraved as he was and had opened his eyes and his mind to endless possibilities he had never imagined before. Draco was comforted to find a kindred spirit in Luna; she might look sweet and dreamy, as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth but he knew differently. Potter would die of shock if he ever discovered the real Luna Lovegood.
But he wouldn't, Draco would make sure of that. The real Luna Lovegood was for him and him alone.
Her hand was surprisingly warm when it curled around him and started to stroke him instantly; hard, firm, fast strokes that had Draco gritting his teeth and pressing his palms flat to the wall behind him, his fingers curling, digging, searching for something to hold on to as a fission of pleasure began to make its way through his body.
"There's my boy," Luna murmured softly. "Just relax now, Draco. Let all that jealousy out. It's not good for you."
She nipped lightly at his chin which surprised him and kissed him softly on the mouth. "Don't hold back now, Draco. I'm already late for class." That said, Luna lowered herself to her knees and her mouth closed over him.
Draco groaned, his eyes closing and his hands coming to tangle in her hair. She knew what needed to be done, she always knew; deep, relentless pulls with her mouth, a light scraping of her teeth, a hard suck to his sensitive head while her hands cupped his balls and squeezed firmly but gently.
The back of his head rested against the wall, his mouth half open as he panted out his gratification. There was nothing like Luna. He groaned, biting his lip to stifle a cry of release as he slammed his hips forward so suddenly he took Luna off guard and she gave a strangled choking sound as his climax hit.
He held her head still in a tight grip as he jerked against her again, throbbing his release against her tongue. Luna patted his hip lightly and when his hold on her slackened and he sank back against the wall she drew away from him. He saw a little trickle of white liquid on her chin and watched as she wiped at it impatiently with the back of her hand. Draco shivered when her tongue peeked out and licked it from her skin.
"Are you alright now, Draco? Are you done?"
It amazed Draco that she could ask him such a thing in such a breezy tone of voice, as though she were referring to a book she wanted to borrow from him. "Yeah," he said, zipping up his trousers. "I'm alright now."
"Oh good," she smiled and got to her feet, using her fingers to brush out her hair. "You wouldn't have this problem if you could only control your jealousy."
"How do you know that's what it was?" Draco wondered, it could have been any number of things that drove him to find her and well she knew it.
"You just had potions with Harry and I know how much Professor Slughorn likes Harry. You're used to being number one in that class because of Professor Snape. Besides, you've always had a little bit of jealousy towards Harry for one thing or another."
Draco opened his mouth to refute that claim, even though she was spot on, but Luna held up a hand to still his protests. "I won't tell anyone that you're jealous of Harry." She pushed the tapestry aside and looked back at him over her shoulder. "I like that you get jealous."
There was a wicked, teasing glint in her eyes that Draco knew well; she always enjoyed him just as much as he enjoyed her. She left the niche, the tapestry falling back into place. Draco smirked as he left to go his own way to ancient runes, he wondered which strange and depraved aspect of their relationship would surface next; he never could guess just what or when it would occur and that was just as exciting as everything else they partook in together.