BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL
Harry
and Draco are in their 7th year at Hogwarts, Voldemort and his
followers are steadily gaining power.
POTIONS
CLASS
Harry
looked up from skinning his shrivelfig to find a pair of grey eyes gazing
steadily at him from across the room, unblinking.
Instead
of turning away, Harry returned the gaze hoping to stare Malfoy out. He wasn't afraid of Malfoy – he had far more
powerful enemies but there was one thing that bothered him – he wanted Draco
Malfoy!
Draco
finally looked away, literally throbbing with desire, he could feel his cock
hardening underneath his cloak and making his trousers uncomfortably
tight. He couldn't believe the effect
Harry Potter had on him, he was everything he hated – noble, brave, kind – he
was even a Gryffindor – his own house's arch rival but he was so damn sexy. In
the last few years he had seen Harry change from a small and skinny eleven year
old to a tall, muscular and undoubtedly handsome 16 year old. True he still
wore glasses, his hair was still terribly messy and he still had that revolting
scar on his forehead – a permanent reminder of Harry's defeat of the dark lord.
But despite Harry's symbolising everything that Draco hated – he still wanted
him and Draco Malfoy always gets what he wants.
The
bell rang to signal the end of the lesson and the class trooped out towards the
Great Hall. Harry walked beside a
squabbling Ron and Hermione but he barely noticed what they were saying – his
mind was pre-occupied with a silver-blonde hair and steel grey eyes. God he
wanted him, wanted to feel Draco's mouth on his and his hands roaming all over
Harry's body. He longed to drink in the sight of Draco's naked body – lithe and
gorgeous. Suddenly a drawling voice broke into his thoughts and Harry looked
once more into the eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Daydreaming
are you Potter? Look your little friends have left you behind." Then he edged
closer to Harry, his lips almost touching Harry's ear, he whispered softly.
"Thinking of me are you Potter, you know I want you too." Harry reddened
slightly but remained silent.
"You
don't have to be shy with me Harry. I've seen the way you look at me, we could
make each other very happy. Why don't you meet me later on tonight and we can…
find happiness."
"How
do I know this isn't a trick, Malfoy?" Harry asked having recovered his
demeanour. "You don't, but perhaps this will convince you." He pulled Harry
into an empty classroom and gave him a scorching kiss, his tongue hungrily
probing Harry's mouth and he found that Harry was returning the kiss with a
passion that equalled his own. His hands sliding over Draco's body and reaching
round to cup Draco's fevered cock. Then with obvious effort, he pulled away.
"Okay,
I'm convinced." He said, still stroking Draco's cock through the thin fabric of
his robes, Draco gasped, breathing heavily and managed to stammer out.
"What
time tonight?"
"How
about midnight in the charms classroom, Lover!" Harry said giving Draco one
final squeeze before turning away and walking towards the Great Hall.
When
he arrived, he found Ron and Hermione already there and looking at him
curiously.
"Where
have you been? I thought you were right behind us." Ron asked as he helped
himself to mashed potatoes.
"I
uh, forgot my book and I had to go back and collect it, then Snape made me
clean the desks for him." Harry lied.
"That
git." Ron snarled, Harry blushed at his lie; he could still taste Malfoy on his
lips and the feel of his body pressed against him.
LATER
THAT NIGHT
Harry
paced the common room, waiting for the clock to reach 11.45pm because then it
would be time to go and meet Malfoy. His cock bulged with excitement in
anticipation of what might happen in the Charms classroom.
Meanwhile,
Malfoy had arrived in the Charms classroom and impatiently awaited Harry's arrival.
At
dead on midnight Harry arrived, sheathed in his invisibility cloak just in case
Malfoy was indeed tricking him but no there he was hair glinting silver in the
moonlight, pacing like a wild animal ready to pounce at the first sight of his
prey.
Then
suddenly Harry was there and Draco was on him like a shot – kissing him
hungrily, hands delving into robes revealing skin – beautiful, olive skin that
begged to be kissed, sucked and marked as his. Harry was moaning softly under
Draco's mouth, his hands reaching up to tangle in Draco's hair, soft and silky
under his fingers.
They
fell to the ground pulling at each other's robes until they lay naked together,
still kissing passionately.
Harry
kissed his way down Draco's body, pausing briefly to dip his tongue into
Draco's navel before closing his mouth around Draco's throbbing cock –
eliciting a gasp and a moan from Draco as Harry expertly teased his dripping
head. Harry paused maddeningly before taking all of Draco's cock deep into his
throat.
"You
know I still hate you Potter!" Draco gasped squirming beneath Harry's
ministrations. Harry lifted his head and grinned.
"Of
the feelings more than mutual Malfoy, but you don't want me to stop do you?"
Malfoy only groaned in response as Harry resumed his previous position. A
muffled groan emitted from Draco, his body beginning to shudder and shake and
he came – crying Harry, Harry! hoarsely as his body convulsed and he emptied
himself down Harry's throat.
"You
look so sexy when you come." Harry smiled as he stroked Draco's chest, waiting
for Draco's breathing to return to normal.
"What
do you want me to do for you?" Draco asked.
"I
want you to fuck me." Harry said simply. "I want you to break me open and fuck
me rigid." Draco's cock was hardening again at Harry's words. He's so
beautiful, he thought and he's mine – I might not have his heart but after
tonight his body will be mine whenever I want.
"He
positioned himself behind Harry and slid a lubricated finger into Harry's hole,
eliciting a small moan from Harry.
"More!"
he moaned and Draco slid another finger inside him, finding his sensitive spot
and teasing it mercilessly. Harry was writhing and moaning.
"Fuck
me!" He gasped and Draco obliged, he didn't ease in gently but pushed himself
into Harry in one smooth movement driving him to the hilt. The next few moments
were a cacophony of moans, cries and panting as Draco thrust into Harry
forcefully hands reaching round to grasp Harry's cock pumping it back and forth
in time with his thrusts. As their passion reached a crescendo their cries rent
the air and they collapsed spent panting on the floor.
"I
hate you Potter." Draco said kissing Harry's shoulder "but I have to admit that
you are a damn good fuck."
"Ditto
Malfoy, ditto." They kissed briefly and left for their separate dormitories.
"Same
time tomorrow, Malfoy?"
"Yes
Potter, same time."
A/N
So what do you think? I have a sequel planned but I thought I would see what
you all thought before posting it.
