Chapter 1: Year four

Harry Potter was a mess. He hated being in the tournament, he hated the challenges, the responsibilities, the daily prophet and nearly everyone in Hogwarts. As he walked through the hallways, hands holding on to a stack of books he pressed to his chest, the other students turned away, whsipering or calling him names. The badges pinned to their school uniforms swirled as Harry passed and read „Potter stinks". He tried to ignore the others and their teasing chants „Potter sti-inks, Potter sti-inks" and headed to the library. He needed to find a way to breathe under water.

Draco Malfoy was a happy man. He liked how everyone treated him after he had invented the badges, he liked the attention, the general mood in Hogwarts and Potters angry face when he walked by. Draco leaned against the wall, surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy as aforesaid Potter rushed past them. The badges swirled and Dracos grin grew even wider. Potter turned the corner and Draco pushed himself from the wall, following the other guy. It was about time that Potter got his portion of teasing for the day.

The library was cool and silent, just what Harry needed for now. Even though he heard some swirls he and there as he passed some bookshelfs, he felt a bit more relaxed. He made his way to the section he was looking for, sat in front of that bookshelf, quietly put his own books on the floor and searched the backs of the books in the shelf for a clue. He didn't sit there for long when he heard footsteps coming closer.

The sharp and steady sound of the steps was very familiar to Harry. He sighed and rubbed his face with both hands. He had no nerve to deal with this now...

„Ah Potter, there you are.", Draco Malfoy hissed when he reached Harrys seat.

„Not now, Malfoy, I have more important stuff to do than dealing with you."

Draco raised an eyebrow and leaned forward.

„Is that so?"

„Yeah, so if you could just leave me alone for once-"

„Nah, I don't think that works for me", Draco interrupted him, „because, you know, with all this hate-against-Potter-thing going on right now, I gained a certain popularity and you should-"

Harry pushed him away.

„So that was your idea? Of course. Suits your childish ways!", he hissed.

Dracos face darkened as he stepped closer again. He made sure that noone could see them and then threw himself onto Harry. The stumbled and fell down with a rumble, causing the other students in the library to gasp because the sound made them jump. As noone came by, Harry assumed the must've thought books had fallen to the floor.

Draco covered Harrys mouth with his right hand, pinning Harrys arms to the floor with his legs. Harry tried to move under the weight of Dracos body above him. He pressed his teeth against Dracos hand and tried to bite him as Dracos right Hand pushed Harrys glasses off and threw them somehwhere in a corner of the room.

„Oh no", Draco whispered with a smile, „now our hero can't see properly."

Harry tried to say something but he ended up mumbling it into Dracos palm. He tried to rear up again underneath him, but Draco sat on top of him like a stone.

„I don't even know what's so special about you, Potter.", Draco said angrily. „Your messy clothes and looks don't really make you stand out, you know?"

He lifted himself up again.

„Me on the other hand...-OUCH!"

Harry had finally managed to bite into Dracos hand, making it possible to breathe freely through his mouth again.

„You're pathetic, Malfoy."

„Oh, really? From up here you look even more pathetic to me."

Harry grined his teeth. Without his glasses, he couldn't see properly. Malfoy was just a weird mixture of colours and blurry shapes floating over him. He wanted to hit him in the face but Malfoys knees still pinned his arms to the ground, making them tingle more and more.

„I hear", Mafloy started again, „you're into this ravenclaw bitch now?"

„She's not a bitch!"; Harry hissed, his cheeks turning red.

Even though he couldn't clearly see it, Harry knew that a wide grin spread across Malfoys face.

„What should I do to you, now that you're so helpless and on my mercy?"

„Just get off me already!", Harry spat out angrily.

He really wondered why noone came to help him but he guessed that people, if they had heard them talk, had recognized his voice and as they were all still pissed because he got to be part of the tournament, they would maybe leave Malfoy to do the dirty work for them. Harrty grunted.

„What is it, Potter? Are you turned on?"

„You wish."

„You're such a git. You deserve to be punished."

„Just get off me, Malfoy!", Harry said again, angrier this time.

Sweat was running down the sides of his head from the shaking and fighting and the warmth of Dracos body above him.

„You don't really want that.", Draco smirked and put his hand over Harrys mouth again. „A really wondeful idea just popped into my head. You know, something you would never forget. Something that you would hate and love at the same time. Something-", Dracos hand touched Harrys right leg as he leaned back a little, „-really humiliating."

Harrys eyes widened as Dracos hand moved up his inner tight. He tried to fight him, kick with his feet, throw him off, shake his head in anger but nothing worked and when Dracos hand reached his crotch, Harry froze.

„If you move, I will hit you.", Draco threatened.

Harry didn't know what to do. On the one hand, he didn't want Draco Malfoy to touch him there. On the other hand, he didn't know if he could take the piercing pain that came along with being hit in the balls.

Dracos hand began stroking his crotch softly and slowly. Harry angrily pressed his teeth against Malfoys left hand as he felt a warm and cozy feeling near his inner thighs.

„I guess you like this, huh?", Draco teased, „so Harry Potter is not only a prat but also a faggot."

Harry groaned at him but didn't dare to move. The strokes became faster and he felt his erection growing inside his pants.

Dracos hand moved up and down his crotch again and Harry couldn't take it. He had never been touched like this by another person. He didn't want to like this since it was Mafloy but he did. He groaned against Malfoys hand again, his penis now fully erect in his pants.

Suddenly, Draco stopped and pulled his hand away.

He moved closer to Harrys face and their eyes met. Dracos face was dark and mean and he smiled viciously. Harry frowned back. Just as their foreheads were about to touch, Draco stopped. Harry couldn't tell if Malfoys eyes were blazing with passion or anger.

„Don't think this is it, Potter. We're only getting started.", Malfoy hissed, suddenly pushed himself off the ground and hurried out of the library.

Harry lied on the ground for a few more minutes and tried to cool down his thoughts and body before he finally got up and sat himself down again in front of the book shelf.

Just seconds later, Harry heard footsteps again. As he looked up, he couldn't quite figure out who was standing in front of him.

„Here, Harry", a familiar voice said and someone handed him his glasses. „Aren't those yours?"

Harry put on his glasses.

„Thanks, Neville."