"Pass the jam, Harry," Fred Weasley said, as the Gryffindor quidditch team gathered around the Gryffindor table. Harry obligingly passed the jam.
"Pass the butter, Harry," George Weasley said. Harry rolled his eyes, and slid the butter up to Fred's twin.
"Pass the bread, Harry," grinned Fred Weasley.
"Get it yourself," snapped Harry, turning his back on the twins.
"Oooh!" taunted George. "Getting a bit stressy, Harry?"
"Maybe our handsomeness is getting to him..."
"Is handsomeness a word?"
"Probably not, but we're it, twin of mine."
Harry pushed his chair back abruptly, and stood up from the table. He stormed out of the Great Hall, to the surprise of Oliver Wood.
"Harry? Come back Harry! The game's in ten minutes! Harry? Harry?"
Ignoring Wood, he walked into the broom cupboard, planning on getting a school broom out to fly away on. They'd track his Nimbus. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind him. He jerked round, in time to hear a key turning in the lock.
"What're you doing here?" asked a sharp voice. It was Draco Malfoy.
"None of your business, Malfoy."
"This is MY hideout!"
"Good hideout.. broom cupboard.. suits you."
"Get lost, Potty."
"I can't. Someone locked the door."
"Oh goodie," sneered Malfoy. "Locked in a broom cupboard with a friend of the Weasel."
"Leave me alone."
Harry walked over to a corner of the cupboard, and lay down, intending to get some sleep. He looked over at Malfoy's hunched form. iCute butt/i, he thought to himself, and immediately felt alarmed. iCute butt?! What the hell am I on about? This is Malfoy we're talking about!/i Time passed. It seemed like hours, but was likely to just be half an hour or so. Draco broke the silence.
"Potter..." Draco's voice wasn't as harsh as normal. It seemed kinder.. more welcoming.
"What?" Harry's voice was friendlier than normal.
"I'm scared."
"Scared? The amazing Malfoy, scared?"
"And cold."
"Oh." Harry paused. "Well, we might as well.. stick together. Body warmth, y'know."
"Yeah." Malfoy sounded relieved. He crawled over to Harry, and lay next to him.
"You feel warmer than me, Malfoy." said Harry, feeling Malfoy's hot face.
There was a moment of silence. "I'm going to do something I've wanted to do for a long time, Potter," said Malfoy. His voice was quieter than normal, less outlanish and cocky. Harry tensed.
"Yeah?" he asked, closing his eyes.
He sensed a presence above him, lowering himself down without needing to open his eyes. Before he knew it, Malfoy was on top of him, kissing him. Harry kissed him back, wondering what the hell he was doing, yet enjoying it. This was something he hadn't anticipated. He put his hand into Malfoy's underpants, and Draco shivered.
"Your hand's cold."
"Warm it for me," whispered Harry. He felt an erection in Malfoy's y-fronts, and in his own, for that matter. He squeezed gently, hearing Malfoy moan with pleasure. He didn't know how it happened, but an hour later, they both lay, naked, entwined on the broom cupboard floor. But for some reason, it wasn't as dark as it was before. Light was flooding the room. "What the fuck?" muttered Harry.
"What the FUCK?!" yelled Ron's voice from the door.
"Shit," whispered Harry and Draco together. Draco draped his arms around Harry's neck.
"Harry, what the fuck are you DOING?" shouted Ron.
"I-I don't know," muttered Harry, standing up and pulling his clothes on as quickly as possible. He felt his face burn beetroot red. "Why're you here?"
"The quidditch match.. Gryffindor v. Slytherin? Don't you remember? You were going to whip Malfoy's butt."
"Guess he did that anyway," laughed Malfoy.
"Pass the butter, Harry," George Weasley said. Harry rolled his eyes, and slid the butter up to Fred's twin.
"Pass the bread, Harry," grinned Fred Weasley.
"Get it yourself," snapped Harry, turning his back on the twins.
"Oooh!" taunted George. "Getting a bit stressy, Harry?"
"Maybe our handsomeness is getting to him..."
"Is handsomeness a word?"
"Probably not, but we're it, twin of mine."
Harry pushed his chair back abruptly, and stood up from the table. He stormed out of the Great Hall, to the surprise of Oliver Wood.
"Harry? Come back Harry! The game's in ten minutes! Harry? Harry?"
Ignoring Wood, he walked into the broom cupboard, planning on getting a school broom out to fly away on. They'd track his Nimbus. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind him. He jerked round, in time to hear a key turning in the lock.
"What're you doing here?" asked a sharp voice. It was Draco Malfoy.
"None of your business, Malfoy."
"This is MY hideout!"
"Good hideout.. broom cupboard.. suits you."
"Get lost, Potty."
"I can't. Someone locked the door."
"Oh goodie," sneered Malfoy. "Locked in a broom cupboard with a friend of the Weasel."
"Leave me alone."
Harry walked over to a corner of the cupboard, and lay down, intending to get some sleep. He looked over at Malfoy's hunched form. iCute butt/i, he thought to himself, and immediately felt alarmed. iCute butt?! What the hell am I on about? This is Malfoy we're talking about!/i Time passed. It seemed like hours, but was likely to just be half an hour or so. Draco broke the silence.
"Potter..." Draco's voice wasn't as harsh as normal. It seemed kinder.. more welcoming.
"What?" Harry's voice was friendlier than normal.
"I'm scared."
"Scared? The amazing Malfoy, scared?"
"And cold."
"Oh." Harry paused. "Well, we might as well.. stick together. Body warmth, y'know."
"Yeah." Malfoy sounded relieved. He crawled over to Harry, and lay next to him.
"You feel warmer than me, Malfoy." said Harry, feeling Malfoy's hot face.
There was a moment of silence. "I'm going to do something I've wanted to do for a long time, Potter," said Malfoy. His voice was quieter than normal, less outlanish and cocky. Harry tensed.
"Yeah?" he asked, closing his eyes.
He sensed a presence above him, lowering himself down without needing to open his eyes. Before he knew it, Malfoy was on top of him, kissing him. Harry kissed him back, wondering what the hell he was doing, yet enjoying it. This was something he hadn't anticipated. He put his hand into Malfoy's underpants, and Draco shivered.
"Your hand's cold."
"Warm it for me," whispered Harry. He felt an erection in Malfoy's y-fronts, and in his own, for that matter. He squeezed gently, hearing Malfoy moan with pleasure. He didn't know how it happened, but an hour later, they both lay, naked, entwined on the broom cupboard floor. But for some reason, it wasn't as dark as it was before. Light was flooding the room. "What the fuck?" muttered Harry.
"What the FUCK?!" yelled Ron's voice from the door.
"Shit," whispered Harry and Draco together. Draco draped his arms around Harry's neck.
"Harry, what the fuck are you DOING?" shouted Ron.
"I-I don't know," muttered Harry, standing up and pulling his clothes on as quickly as possible. He felt his face burn beetroot red. "Why're you here?"
"The quidditch match.. Gryffindor v. Slytherin? Don't you remember? You were going to whip Malfoy's butt."
"Guess he did that anyway," laughed Malfoy.