Main characters: Draco and Harry
Warning: MM pairing, don't read if you don't like it
Genre: AU, romance, humor, fantasy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that deals with Harry Potter. I only own the plot bunny that brought this story about.
Harry POV
Harry was trying to contain his excitement for the upcoming year. He was Quidditch captain and was going to be able to use the Prefect's bathroom without having to sneak around under his cape. He felt like he was finally back on par with Ron and Hermione. He was so excited that he wasn't even thinking about Voldemort for once in a long time. Ron and Hermione were happy for Harry. They knew how much he loved playing Quidditch and that he would make a great captain. Both of them were also glad that he was going too be busy with his new position as captain to notice that they had started dating over the summer.
They all boarded the train when it arrived, glad that for once they weren't late and were able to get a cabin to sit in for a while before Ron and Hermione would have to leave to do their rounds on the train. Harry bought them all some chocolates to enjoy, including a ton of chocolate frogs. Malfoy and his gang appearing in the hall cut their enjoyment short.
"Ah look, Potty bought Weasel some chocolates. How sweet!" Malfoy sneered.
"Shut up Malfoy! Don't you have somewhere better to be? Like with the rest of the Slytherin snakes?" Harry responded.
"Come on guys, they're boring me," Malfoy said as he walked away with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Sorry Harry. We're going to have to leave too. It's time for our rounds." Hermione said, standing up, waiting for Ron to join her.
"It's okay guys. Don't worry about it. I understand." Harry said, only slightly upset that his friends were leaving. On the other hand, he was glad that Malfoy had stopped by and he was able to see him and his gorgeous ass. He had had a hard time trying to make sure he didn't give himself away when Malfoy had been there. Harry spent the rest of the train ride thinking about the Quidditch team and how he was going to improve it to help the team win the tournament.
He sat with his friends during the Feast, sizing up the new students that had been sorted into Gryffindor. Some seemed shy, while others seemed like they'd have no trouble fitting in and making friends. The other houses also seemed to get a mixture of students, except Slytherin, which of course, had the cockiest students of all the first years. Excitement was buzzing around the table, talks of the new DADA teacher as well as who was going to win the Quidditch tournament.
1 week later…
Harry had had a long day of Quidditch tryouts and was feeling sore and exhausted. He decided that a nice long soak in the Prefect bathroom would do the trick. He pulled out the Marauder's Map to make sure that the bathroom was empty. He didn't want to run into anyone. He just wanted some alone time. He took out his invisibility cloak from its hiding place and put it on when he got into the hallway. He quickly made his way over to the bathroom and entered it. He thought he heard a splash as he entered, but there was nobody in sight and the water in the tub seemed still enough.
He took off the cloak and then proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes. He eased himself into the tub. Mmmm, lavender, my favorite scent Harry thought to himself. He found it odd that the tub already had some lavender bubbles in it, but didn't think too much on it. Instead, he decided to add even more. He really did like the scent. The person before him must have used lavender as well and just didn't remove all of it when they were done.
Harry decided to do a couple of laps around the tub, slowly, to help relax his muscles. He loved that the tub was big enough for him to do laps in, like a pool. When he was done, he went to the edge of the tub and sat there to relax. His arms were out of the tub, resting on the edge, and his eyes were closed as he let go of any tension.
As his eyes closed, he let his mind wander to a certain Slytherin that he had had a crush on for the past 4 years. He loved Malfoy's alabaster skin and his silvery blond hair. He loved the Slytherin in his Slytherin green. He had had many fantasies about what it would be like to have Draco's hands on his hard cock while having Draco's cock inside of himself. As he thought about it, he could feel himself getting harder. He opened his eyes and took a quick look around just to make sure he was truly alone before allowing himself to continue his fantasy.
He continued to get harder as he enjoyed the images playing around in his mind. Next thing he knew, he felt as if a real hand had wrapped itself around his penis. Startled, he opened his eyes and looked down in the water. He didn't see anything. Man, this is one realistic fantasy. It must be because I'm so tired… He shook his head and closed his eyes once again. After a few moments, the feeling of the hand on his cock returned. Harry figured it was again just his imagination and decided to enjoy it while it last.
"Oh God Malfoy, right there," he let himself say out loud.
He started thrusting into the "hand" around his penis, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. The "hand" left, only to be replaced by a "mouth."
"Oh shit! Yea, right there. God, that's amazing!" Harry groaned and started slowly thrusting into the warm, inviting "mouth" around his rock hard cock. He started going a little faster and harder, loving what was happening. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the brink. He thrust quickly a few more times and then came hard and fast into that warm and fascinating mouth. He felt thoroughly spent.