1. Annual Awkward Stares

1996; Sixth Year

Draco breath became ragged as he was close to his end. His hands gripped tighter around his member, as he imaged the raven haired Gryffindor boy moaning his name as he thrust deeper and deeper, nearly hitting his prostate with each thrust. He shuttered letting the orgasmic rush take over his body as his silky white fluid flew into the night sky. He silently thanked Salazar that no one was in the Slytherin Common room, and were still at the start-of-term feast. He gulped and stared at his hands full of his juice, in the only source of light in the room, the fireplace. He shut his eyes tightly and mentally said obscenities to himself. Who knew a single glance at Harry Potter could have Draco Malfoy wanking off to his face.

"...Malfoy..." The all too familiar voice whispers, and Draco whips his head up to meet the piercing green eyes of Harry Potter.

"Potter." His face flushed, and reaches to his still erect member to slip it back into his wizard boxers, but the Gryffindor steps up, and pushes his hand out of the way.

"You came.. over me. You poor thing, unable to get taken care of properly." He whispered, taking the Slytherin Prefects soaked hand and staring at it very carefully. Draco nearly looses his breath when he felt Harry's tongue move against his palm, like a snake slithering down on it's last meal.

"P-P-Potter. W-W-What are you doing?" He gasps, as Harry sucked his fingers slowly leaving a fresh trail of his saliva behind, and making Draco's cock yern for him.

"Delicious.." He muttered, looking up at a flushed Draco. He lowered down to his knees, and stares at the long meat before him. He licks his lips, and glances up at a watchful Draco. "Relax, I'm gonna make it all better for you." He shuts his eyes and opens his mouth wide and Draco gasps at his hot, wet mouth.

"Mhmm." Harry moans bobbing his head back and forth, on Draco's aching prick. Draco's fingers knot deep in Harry's raven' locks, as he whispers for the Gryffindor to go faster

"Mhm, Potter."

"Draco? Draco? DRACO!"

Draco gasps, as he wakes up in a compartment in the Hogwarts express, with a concerned Pansy Parkinson hovering over him and feeling his forehead.

"Draco, darling.. Are you alright?" She asked. He pushes her off and groans at the thought of his and Harry Potter's encounter to be nothing but a mere product of his fantasies.

"Bloody hell." He mutters, and looks down at his hard cock showing on his dark pants. "Fuck." He grabs his bag and storms out of the train trying to shake off the dream. -

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Draco pushes his food around his plate, unable to get his wet dream out of his head. He sighs, and looks up to meet the curious gaze of his best friend. "Pansy, stop staring, it's rude,love."

He says. "I was not staring, I was observing. You been acting quite odd, since we left your house. Is there something wrong?" She asked, eating a spoonful of pudding.

"I'm fine Pansy. Just, a little nightmare is all. I think I'll pull through." He rolled his eyes, and pushed his food away."This looks bloody disgusting. I don't see how Weasley can consume all this food ever year." He looks over at Ron Weasley who appears to be starved as usual. He rolled his eyes once, more and gasped when he caught sight of Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter walking hand and hand. His hands bawled into tight fists, and he felt like his heart nearly stopped beating. He watches them walk over to the end of the Gryffindor table and sit down directly across from where Draco and his lot of Slytherin's sat.

His gray tinted orbs bore into Harry as he watches his simplest movements. Like, his arm reach over and show off the slightest bit of his soft, alabaster skin as he grabbed a plate for himself and Hermione. He growled quietly, unnoticed by his chatting peers. Harry was too good for an insufferable know-it-all filthy mud blood. He needed a real woman, or man for that matter.

Harry looked up to meet Draco's gaze, and confusion lingered in his eyes, as he tried to deceiver what Malfoy was thinking. He stared at Malfoy's curling lip as he heard Hermione's voice ring in his ears.

"Harry. Is everything alright?" Hermione stares curiously in Harry's direction and sees Malfoy and Harry staring at each other. Harry looks away, breaking their trance.

"Um, Yeah. Just the annual awkward stare-down. Love." He kissed her forehead, and wrapped his arm around her petite waist pulling her close, and changing the subject.

His eyes wander up once more, once Hermione is distracted in a conversation with Ron to see that Malfoy had disappeared.

He looks over in both directions and sees nothing. Odd.

Malfoy growls, a primal guttural noise as he rips his robes off, and loosens his green Slytherin tie. As he hears Pansy's voice down the stairwell. He quickly slams the door shut and mutters a simple locking spell.

His first bawl tightly at the remembrance of events that had just occurred. Unable to contain himself Draco's fist hit the wall leaving an evident hole. His usually slicked back pale blond hair, fell in front of his face and into his eyes as he pants.

He hears Pansy's urgent knocks and ignores them as he whips his prick out with one fluid motion. He strokes his dick hard and fast as he recollects his dream. As he abuses his dick, his eyes roll back imaging Granger walking in while Harry was on his knees taking Draco's cock all at once. Threw loud lustful groans he mutters "Yeah, mudblood. I'm fucking your boyfriend... Aw, fuck me Potter. fuck. yes!"

As his load shoots out, he hears nothing but white noise, and the slurping of his fluid from the boy-who-lived in his mind. As he zips his limp cock into his trousers and zips his pants he mutters a cleaning spell to clean his hands.

"Bombarda Maxima!" Pansy cries and the door crumbles to the ground.

Draco turns around and fastens his tie. "A simple knock or Alohamora would have done the trick, love." He sneers.

"Well, obviously you wouldn't open if I did a simple unlocking spell." She mutters looking up at him. "Bloody hell Draco. You look like Potter with your hair all ukempt." She runs her fingers through his hair fixing it back in place.

His heart excelerates at his name, and he feels a knot rising in his throat. "Don't compare me to him, Pansy. And, thanks for fixing my hair." He mutters.

"Sorry, forgot. We should probably head back and lead the first years up. Hopefully, I don't have to walk anywhere near Granger or I may have to avada kedavra myself." She chuckles.

"Right, of course."

slightly on the shorter side, but I hope you enjoy it!

~SW