Being fucked by Harry Potter was not on Draco's plan at all, he was supposed to kill Dumbledore not have sex with his protégé. It happened after Draco tried to poison Dumbledore and ended up poisoning Weasley instead. Potter had been furious about it and instantly suspected Draco for some reason. Draco was thinking of ways of fixing the vanishing cabinet with just a barely (Draco swears) present sense of guilt over the Weasel's medical state, when Potter came busting through the empty hall to him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Potter yelled seething in anger, green eyes flashing dangerously. "I know you had something to do with Ron's poisoning! How fucking dare, you harm one of my friends!" Potter was grabbing him so close that he could see those dark lashes through the tan boy's glasses.
"I didn't do anything." Draco snarled, then he smirked and looked defiantly into Potter's eyes, cold grey eyes met furious green. "Well, at least not anything you can prove."
The raven-haired boy's face morphed in rage. "You fucking BASTARD!" Potter raised his fist to hit Draco, as the latter brazed himself to receive the hit he quite honestly deserved.
Then a voice interrupted them.
"Just what do you boys think you are doing?!" Professor Sprout said scandalized by the soon to be act of violence. She separated them. "Mr. Potter," She directed her stare to the dark-haired boy. "I understand these are difficult times, but this is still an educational intuition in which tolerance is of outmost importance. Twenty points from Gryffindor." Then she looked at Draco her gaze wary and steely with mistrust. "And Mr. Malfoy you must know better that to…aggravate other students. Twenty points from Slytherin."
"We are sorry professor Sprout." Potter said, but Draco noted he didn't seem very sorry.
Professor Sprout sighed. "Detention, both of you, Saturday after lunch." She said with a serious expression then she gave them a last disappointed stare before walking away.
Potter and Draco glared at each other.
"Fuck you." Harry spat before stomping away.
Draco stared at his back thinking about his life choices.
After some more glaring each time their gazes crossed the next day, in reality they both felt apprehensive of detention as they would have to stay close and have to tolerate each other for as long as professor Sprout desired them to.
Draco and Harry arrived on time to their detention with professor Sprout.
"Hello boys, I'm pleased to see you on time." Professor Sprout said, now in her normal cheerful mood. "Now, I need you to de-weed the mandrake plot, I'll be back in a few hours and I expect you to be finished." With that she left Draco and Harry alone.
Draco tried to focus on taking out the weed of the mandrake plot, he really did, but Potter working at his left occasionally sending him glares was driving him insane. It was when Potter glared at Draco for what seamed like the thousand time and grunted something like 'Arsehole' that Draco lost it.
"What Potter?!" Draco exploded. "What has got you muttering like fucking retard? If you have got something to say, say it to my face!" He spat throwing the weeds that he had in his hand to the floor.
"Fuck you Malfoy!" Potter spat back. "I know that you are hiding something." He snarled getting closer to Draco to stare at him accusingly.
Draco stared back defiantly, not intimidated by the closeness of the darker boy. "What is it to you, my secrets are mine, whatever you think I am doing is none of your bloody business."
Harry laughed humorlessly. "Well Malfoy, I think it'd of my business if you were a Death Eater." Draco scowled harder. "That's it isn't it? You want to follow daddy's steps," Potter taunted and sneered at Malfoy. "You keep doing that follow him into Azkaban."
Draco growled enraged, letting his emotions take the best of him as he grabbed roughly into the collar of Potter's school shirt as they started to struggle, unclear if the wanted to push or pull each other. At some point Potter managed to almost make Draco lose his balance, however Draco growled once more and pushed harder, making the younger boy fall instead. They both fell to the ground as Harry decided to take Draco with him as he fell, the two boys grunted as Draco felt his weight fall onto Potter.
Draco closed his eyes for a second recovering from the fall, once he opened them he noticed Potter and him had fallen onto some flowers that had exuded a pink powder that the two boys could not help but inhale, they both coughed overwhelmed by the sweet smell of the pink unknown powder. Draco recognized the powder and jumped back alarmed.
"What-?" Potter tried to say but a coughing fit stopped him. "What on earth was that?"
"Lujuria." The taller boy whispered. (pronounced: luhuria)
Fuck, Draco was utterly fucked, but what did he expect, these days nothing was going his way. Those plants they had just fell on where lujuria, a plant which fumes act like a magical aphrodisiac, one of the strongest kind known to the wizarding world. So yeah, Draco was fucked, but Harry was maybe twice as fucked, he had inhaled twice as much of that pink powder. Which now that Draco saw that Potter had started to look intensely at him, his eyes dilatating as a hungry look replaced the previously confused stare on Potter's face.
Draco also felt himself get horny.
"Malfoy," Potter said in a deep voice that almost made Draco shudder in want as he stood up from the pink mist surrounding him. "I think you and I have unfinished business." Harry walked toward the blonde making him step back until Draco's back was against the wall and Harry's green eyes bore onto Draco's grey ones. Harry traced Draco's arm lightly with the tip of his warm fingers, then he got close to the blonde's ear and whispered. "I say we cut the chase and do what we both been wanting for a while."
Harry's hot breath ignited something inside Draco that made him internally say 'fuck it' and give into whatever his hormones incited by the lujuria wanted him to do. A wavering 'yes' barely made it out Draco's ragged breath before Harry closed the distance between their mouths as they joined into a searing kiss that stole the air out his lungs along with the last whispers of sanity his mind no longer held onto. Hot tongues battled in dominance as everything Draco and Harry ever did was a competition, their hands wondered over the others body frantically exploring the exposed skin or whatever they could get their hands on.
Soon they were shedding every article of clothing the other possessed, Harry started unbuttoning Draco's shirt as quick as he could desperate to touch the milk white skin hidden behind those sodding clothes. Draco for his part was undoing Harry's tie that was quickly discarded as the blond boy buried his finger in silky black hair as he continued to make out with his previously sworn enemy.
Once their shirts were thrown away in order to focus each boy's attention on the pleasure of touching each other's torso without the burden of the clothes. Harry broke the kiss to start to lick and lightly bite at Malfoy's neck at which Draco let out pleasured sighs, then as a response to the maddening things Harry was doing to his neck Malfoy pushed forward his hips making their arousals grind together eliciting a moan from both.
Harry stared to undo Draco's belt ignoring the strained member that begged for his attention under the tent formed in Draco's pants. The brunet let the expensive pants drop to the floor, where Draco skillfully took off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, he did the same for Harry, having resumed the earlier activity of passionate kissing.
"Harry…" Draco said with difficulty. "I-I need you…" He said with urgency. Harry took of his and Draco's underwear, the last remaining clothing in their bodies.
"God Draco…" Harry said hoarsely, as he wordlessly accioed his wand and muttered a lubrication spell to his fingers, letting the lube warm slightly before the first finger circled Draco's entrance receiving an aroused sigh from the boy in from of Harry. He inserted the first finger gently, Draco tried to catch his breath. After a few moments given to Draco so he could adjust, then Harry started moving deeper into Draco's hole making the latter's breath become even more ragged as Harrys finger continued to open Draco up. Then Harry inserted the second finger curling his fingers inside Draco making him cry out in pleasure, by the third finger Draco was sobbing and begging to be filled with Harry's big cock.
"Please Harry, please!" Dignity was out of the window as Draco pleaded to be fucked. "Fuck me, I need you to put it in."
Harry didn't need more, he slicked his cock with lube and positioned himself on Draco's loose hole, starving to be filled. Harry forced the tip inside and both moaned, he kept pushing his member slowly hearing Draco's ragged breath mingling with his. Once completely inside Harry stopped to give some time to his partner to adjust, Draco panted not being accustomed to the feeling of fullness or the scorching pleasure building in his stomach.
Harry started to move slowly groaning at the tightness of Draco's body as the latter gave small cries and whimpers of pleasure.
"Yes, fuck yes!" Draco downright screamed when Harry increased the speed of his thrusts. The Malfoy heir moaned Harry's name as he hit something inside Draco that made him thrash against the wall and cry out in pleasure as the pace of Harry's thrusts became more and more erratic. Harry grunt and moaned at the sight of Draco flushed practically sobbing in pleasure. Neither of them was going to last any longer.
"Harder, please!" Draco begged once more, getting closer to his orgasm.
"God Draco!" Harry said as he too was nearing his climax.
Harry thrusted twice before Draco tightened around him and screamed shutting his eyes closed unable to handle the deathly pleasure. This brought Harry over the edge too, making him cry out too and spill his hot cum inside of Draco as they rode the remnants of their orgasms.
Both panted trying to recover from the almost blinding burst of pleasure, sadly as Harry pulled out things started to become clearer for Draco, what he and his enemy had just done downed on him, he could see by the wide eyed realization on Potter's face that his mind had too just caught up with the atrocity they had committed. Quickly both boys scattered to collect their clothing realizing professor Sprout could enter any moment and see what they had just done.
Once completely clothed they started to furiously work in extremely awkward silence as merely ten minutes later the professor strolled into the room, both still evidently flushed from their previous activities.
Professor Sprout raised a suspicious eyebrow at them. "I hope you were not fighting during detention."
Oh god, how Draco wished that was all they had done. "Of course not professor." he said, trying not to sound as aggravated as he felt.
"Well, I guess that was enough de-weeding for a day," She said, still convinced they had only been fighting. "You are free to go." She said. "Have a good evening."
Draco and Harry didn't need to be told twice and bolted to their respective dorm rooms unable to look at each other to the eye.
Harry entered the Gryffindor common room, where he saw Hermione sat down on the sofa reading some book, then he sat beside her, confused, embarrassed, irritated, and sticky staring into space before flipping a desperate hand through his hair.
"…rry? Harry?" Hermione said looking at Harry with concern. "Harry!"
"What." He said, not even looking at her.
"Is everything alright?" Hermione asked. "Did something happen at detention?"
Did something happen at detention? Did something happen at detention?!
"I fucked Draco Malfoy" He said disbelieving, amazed at how he managed yet again to fuck up his life and cheat on his maybe girlfriend by fucking his archenemy.
"What?!"