Title: A Cigarette and Some Buttons
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: Contains chan.
Summary: While bunking off Potions in search of some cigarettes, Draco Malfoy finds out something quite interesting about Harry Potter.
He took a deep drag from the cigarette in his hand, effectively finishing it, before dropping it onto the stone floor and crushing it with his foot, exhaling as he did so.
Fishing in the pocket of his robe he drew out a packet of Malboro Lights and a lighter, perching a cigarette between pale lips and lighting it with a practised flick of the lighter that on serious chain-smokers ever had enough practise to be capable of.
Sighing in relief as he fed his craving he leant against the wall of the rarely used corridor. Some would use it between classes, but he had plenty of time until the period ended.
"Well, well, well. Perfect Potter ... skipping Potions to smoke? I'd never have guessed," Draco Malfoy teased, smirking as he came round the corner.
"Malfoy. What a pleasure. And why aren't you in Potions then?" Harry asked.
"It can be a little tedious seeing Snape make fun of you Gryffindors all the time, and I was looking for something," he answered simply, walking closer.
"Can I have a drag?" he asked.
A mischievous look passed across Harry's face as he held his cigarette behind him.
"No,"
"Come on Potter,"
"Why?"
"Because I'm addicted, and I've run out,"
"Nope," Harry stuck out his tongue childishly, before inhaling on the cigarette. Before he could even exhale Draco had shoved him up against the wall and pushed his lips to Harry's.
With practised swiftness Draco flicked his tongue at the Gryffindor's lips, parting them and releasing the sweet smoke that lay within. The kiss broke, for a moment, as they exhaled and Harry dropped the cigarette, before the kiss resumed.
With a fevered expression Harry began nibbling and sucking on Draco's jawline, his hands reaching down to undo his shirt and belt. Impatient Draco simple pulled Harry's shirt apart, all the buttons popping off, and his mouth latched on to Harry's nipple. He bit it gently, resulting on a moan from the brunette.
Their lips met again and they began grinding into each other, positions switched with Draco now up against the wall.
"Oh God Harry," he moaned into the other boy's mouth, moving to kiss his neck. Harry pushed his hands through Draco's once perfect hair, moaning and writhing in ecstasy as the blonde boy nipped on his collar bone.
The brunette proceeded to return the favour, until their grinding placed them on the edge of coming and they shoved their hands down each other pants furiously, stroking the other's cock until they both, simultaneously, came in their pants.
Panting they withdrew their hands, sticky with come, and redid their belts and, in Draco's case, shirt. Scowling Harry drew his robe around him to hide the now button-less shirt he wore.
The bell rang. Soon students would be coming through the corridor. Draco turned to leave when,
"Hey Malfoy,"
"Yeah Potter?"
"This never happened, right?"
"Right," he affirmed."
Both boys headed to their dorms to shower, they needed to rid themselves of the quickly drying mess that resided in their pants.
Not long after they left the scene, Filch came by, Mrs Norris trotting along behind him, grumbling as he spotted a lone, forgotten cigarette and several shirt buttons lying on the cold stone floor.