Harry stared at Malfoy coldly. They were serving a three hour detention in the dungeons. Malfoy had pushed Harry to the ground for not chopping up the frog legs right. Snape, of course, had given them detention.
Malfoy's eyes stared back. But not coldly. Inside, Malfoy was thinking, Why the hell am I thinking of Potter like this? He's a Gryffindor. And a boy, not a girl! You can imagine what Draco was talking about. Harry sensed something by Draco's expression. But Harry could hide his feelings. What if-what if I were to just-just touch him? Push him and make an excuse? Harry's thoughts were the same. A longing in Malfoy's body made him want Harry even more. An ache was to be felt in Harry's.
Harry glanced at the dungeon door out of the corner of his eye. Snape said it would not be unlocked until their work was done. It would not be done for while...They were in privacy. A soft moan, almost a whisper, escaped from Harry's lips. Malfoy, thank goodness, didnt hear. He too, had been looking at the door. Draco whipped his head around to stare at Harry. He narrowed his eyes. Harry glared at Malfoy.
Suddenly, they lunged at each other at the same time. Half fighting, half trying to get to one another. "Stop!" Harry grunted. Draco had been pulling at Harry's robes, trying to get them open. "You know you like me, Potter," Malfoy spat. "Enjoy it while you can." The two stopped struggling, and looked into each other's eyes. Draco raised his eyes and smiled. Almost seductivly. "Want to try?" Malfoy asked. "With you? Never!" Harry whispered, although he could feel himself wanting more of Draco's body against him. Draco leaned in. Harry's eyes fluttered, and closed as Malfoy's lips caressed his own. No, Harry thought. But he didn't obey himself. Just the feel of a body against him was enough to make him weak. But when it was Malfoy...That was a different story. Harry reached up, not knowing what he was doing, and pulled down Malfoy's robes. Draco smiled to himself, knowing he had gotten to the boy. "Can't stand it Harry? Can't stand clothes between us?" Malfoy whispered in his ear. "Give yourself to me Harry, I'll make your dreams come true." With that, Malfoy violently pushed his lower body against Harry's.
Harry gasped, now knowing whether to give in or not. Draco moved his hips back and forth, up and down, trying to get to Harry. He nodded, and turned to where Malfoy was on the bottem. "Take me," Harry whispered. An evil grin flickered across Malfoy's face, then he said, "Meet me in front of the Gryffindor painting at midnight. I will take you to an invisible classroom. But first," Draco wrapped one leg around Harry's, moving his hips again. "A little more of this." Nodding, Harry obediantly removed his robes.
Suddenly, Harry stood, backing against Snape's desk. Malfoy's eyes glimmered with passion as he jumped up, pinned Harry down on the desk, and kissed him. Not like before. This time, Draco's tounge went into Harry's mouth, and his legs wrapped around Harry's, making them slide to the ground. Draco pressed his body as tightly as he could against Harry's. Harry shoved his lower body onto Draco's. He wanted more of him every second. Malfoy's tounge traveled down Harry's neck. But he stopped.
"No," Harry moaned. Malfoy innocently unbuttoned Harry's shirt. "Just going a little farther," he explained. Draco ran his hands over Harry's chest, suddenly pressing his hands down on him very hard. Harry grabbed Draco's hands. "Are you going or not?" he whispered. Malfoy put his face close to Harry's chest, breathing heavily. Slowly, he lay his head down. "We-have to-go," Harry gasped, although he was trying to get his legs around Malfoy. "I have control over you, I will tell you when to stop," the Slytherin ordered. They lay there for a moment, wrapped around each other. "Now," said Malfoy quietly.
Harry quickley got dressed, and with a flick of his wand, cleaned the classroom. The door unlocked. Malfoy walked over to Harry. He put his arms around the Gryffindor, pulling him as close as he could. Harry was pulled into a passionate kiss, their last one until midnight. Malfoy pulled away, smirked, and walked out. Harry was left alone. He smiled, touching his body where Malfoy had touched it. This could be an interesting relationship. Little did Harry know, how violent, yet how passionate, it would become.
Malfoy's eyes stared back. But not coldly. Inside, Malfoy was thinking, Why the hell am I thinking of Potter like this? He's a Gryffindor. And a boy, not a girl! You can imagine what Draco was talking about. Harry sensed something by Draco's expression. But Harry could hide his feelings. What if-what if I were to just-just touch him? Push him and make an excuse? Harry's thoughts were the same. A longing in Malfoy's body made him want Harry even more. An ache was to be felt in Harry's.
Harry glanced at the dungeon door out of the corner of his eye. Snape said it would not be unlocked until their work was done. It would not be done for while...They were in privacy. A soft moan, almost a whisper, escaped from Harry's lips. Malfoy, thank goodness, didnt hear. He too, had been looking at the door. Draco whipped his head around to stare at Harry. He narrowed his eyes. Harry glared at Malfoy.
Suddenly, they lunged at each other at the same time. Half fighting, half trying to get to one another. "Stop!" Harry grunted. Draco had been pulling at Harry's robes, trying to get them open. "You know you like me, Potter," Malfoy spat. "Enjoy it while you can." The two stopped struggling, and looked into each other's eyes. Draco raised his eyes and smiled. Almost seductivly. "Want to try?" Malfoy asked. "With you? Never!" Harry whispered, although he could feel himself wanting more of Draco's body against him. Draco leaned in. Harry's eyes fluttered, and closed as Malfoy's lips caressed his own. No, Harry thought. But he didn't obey himself. Just the feel of a body against him was enough to make him weak. But when it was Malfoy...That was a different story. Harry reached up, not knowing what he was doing, and pulled down Malfoy's robes. Draco smiled to himself, knowing he had gotten to the boy. "Can't stand it Harry? Can't stand clothes between us?" Malfoy whispered in his ear. "Give yourself to me Harry, I'll make your dreams come true." With that, Malfoy violently pushed his lower body against Harry's.
Harry gasped, now knowing whether to give in or not. Draco moved his hips back and forth, up and down, trying to get to Harry. He nodded, and turned to where Malfoy was on the bottem. "Take me," Harry whispered. An evil grin flickered across Malfoy's face, then he said, "Meet me in front of the Gryffindor painting at midnight. I will take you to an invisible classroom. But first," Draco wrapped one leg around Harry's, moving his hips again. "A little more of this." Nodding, Harry obediantly removed his robes.
Suddenly, Harry stood, backing against Snape's desk. Malfoy's eyes glimmered with passion as he jumped up, pinned Harry down on the desk, and kissed him. Not like before. This time, Draco's tounge went into Harry's mouth, and his legs wrapped around Harry's, making them slide to the ground. Draco pressed his body as tightly as he could against Harry's. Harry shoved his lower body onto Draco's. He wanted more of him every second. Malfoy's tounge traveled down Harry's neck. But he stopped.
"No," Harry moaned. Malfoy innocently unbuttoned Harry's shirt. "Just going a little farther," he explained. Draco ran his hands over Harry's chest, suddenly pressing his hands down on him very hard. Harry grabbed Draco's hands. "Are you going or not?" he whispered. Malfoy put his face close to Harry's chest, breathing heavily. Slowly, he lay his head down. "We-have to-go," Harry gasped, although he was trying to get his legs around Malfoy. "I have control over you, I will tell you when to stop," the Slytherin ordered. They lay there for a moment, wrapped around each other. "Now," said Malfoy quietly.
Harry quickley got dressed, and with a flick of his wand, cleaned the classroom. The door unlocked. Malfoy walked over to Harry. He put his arms around the Gryffindor, pulling him as close as he could. Harry was pulled into a passionate kiss, their last one until midnight. Malfoy pulled away, smirked, and walked out. Harry was left alone. He smiled, touching his body where Malfoy had touched it. This could be an interesting relationship. Little did Harry know, how violent, yet how passionate, it would become.