"Urg! This is fuckin' stupid!" Draco exclaimed, "I can't believe I got stuck in here, with you, of all people!"
"Well, it's not like I asked for it either," Harry sighed, sitting on the edge of the couch.
Harry and Draco had been looking for a certain potions book that Snape sent them to find. While they had been looking, the door mysteriously locked itself, trapping them inside.
"What do we do now?" Harry added.
"Keep lookin', what else," Malfoy sneered as he disappeared behind a cabinet full of potions. "There are tons of bottles in here, wonder what Snape does with all these…"
Harry sighed and stood, then glanced around the room. There were plenty of books that could take weeks to sort through, three couches, four chairs and, strangely enough, a king size, four poster bed in the back of the room. When the two boys had arrived, they were quite shocked to find it since the room of requirement had a reputation for giving people what they truly desired.
Malfoy, who hadn't been paying attention, was studying a bottle when Harry appeared beside him.
"Ah!" Malfoy shrieked, dropping the bottle onto the floor.
Scarlet smoke started to billow up, covering the boys' faces. They coughed and decided to escape to the other side of the room, tripping over other to get away.
"Look what you made me do, Potter! What the hell kind of potion was that, anyways!"
"Excuse me if you weren't paying attention to your surroundings, Malfoy, and how do you expect me to know!"
Malfoy threw his hands up in the air, letting out a frustrated noise, "This is going to take forever!" he said, throwing himself onto the bed, "There are millions of books in here, how will we know which one is the right one?"
Harry looked at Malfoy and smiled, "Well, why don't we—"
Malfoy glanced over his shoulder to see what had caused Harry to stop and found a strange look on his face.
"Potter, what's gotten in to you?" Malfoy sneered, standing up and approaching him.
Harry looked up at Malfoy, as he grew closer, and felt a slight blush creep across his face. Malfoy noticed it too and stopped dead in his tracks. He then slowly backed away, tripping over a nearby chair and landing on the floor with a thud. Malfoy quickly jumped to his feet and dashed around the nearest cabinet, at the opposite side of the room.
'What's wrong with me?' Harry asked himself, 'Why am I blushing around Malfoy? Urg…'
Harry stood and walked towards the door, trying once again to open it but failed. Malfoy, who had been standing by the wall, watched Harry struggle with the door and found his eyes sliding down Harry's backside, ending at his arse.
'What's happening!' Malfoy panicked, 'Harry's my enemy, not my…Oh, no!' His eyes fell on the shattered remains of the potion bottle he had dropped. A piece with a part of the label caught his eye; on it was the sketched image of a heart. Below that, the word 'Cupido' was written in spidery, red letters.
Harry sighed and began to turn around when he was flung sideways into the wall. Looking forwards, he was surprised to see Malfoy's face inches from his. They looked at each for a few moments before Malfoy became impatient.
Closing the gap between them, Malfoy crushed his lips against Harry's, who immediately opened his mouth and kissed back just as fiercely. Their tongues searched for each other in their mouths, battling wildly. Harry moaned softly in the back of his throat, causing Malfoy to kiss him even harder. Emotions they never realized they had, had come crashing out, surrounding them, pulling them into a whirlpool of sexual tension, energy, and emotion. The words 'enemy', 'rival', and 'wrong' briefly crossed their minds before they were replaced with words like 'desirous' and 'sensual'. Minutes later, they pulled apart, breathing heavily.
"Wh—" Harry tried to say but Malfoy cut him off as he recaptured Harry's lips.
Harry felt Malfoy's fingers strip him of his cloak and then his shirt. A deep exhale forced itself through Harry's lips as Malfoy's soft hands caressed his skin. As they continued to kiss each other, tongues plundering each others mouths, Harry placed a hand on the small of Malfoy's back, slowly beginning to grind their hips together. They continued to grind into each other as Harry started to whimper. Malfoy seemed to understand and began to trail small kisses down Harry's neck, nipping occasionally along the way.
Harry let out a startled cry as he felt Malfoy's lips upon his skin, then he ripped Malfoy of his own robe and shirt. As he wove a hand through soft, white, blonde hair, Malfoy attacked his nipples. Sucking gently, Malfoy heard a sharp intake of breath as he began to gently knead Harry's crotch through the soft material of his pants. His mouth left Harry's nipples and moved downwards towards his belt. Then, with an upwards glance at Harry, Malfoy undid his belt and tossed it to the side, pulling down the zipper with his mouth. Harry looked down and let another moan escape as desire coursed through him, causing his pants to become slightly tight.
"Draco…" he managed in a strangled whisper.
"Hmm?" Malfoy responded, glancing up at Harry; zipper in his teeth.
"Please…" was all he managed to say, closing his eyes.
Malfoy grinned and obliged, yanking down Harry's pants; boxers not far behind. Before Harry knew what was happening, he was shoved backwards onto the bed, Malfoy crouching in front of him.
"Oh…" Harry breathed as he felt Malfoy's tongue tease the head of his cock.
Malfoy grinned slightly before taking it fully into his mouth, watching Harry grab the bed sheets for support. As he continued, he pushed Harry further up the bed and climbed on. Harry soon let his hands weave their way through Malfoy's hair and he began to buck involuntary into Malfoy's mouth. In mere minutes, Malfoy tasted Harry's come as it spilled out into his mouth. Swallowing it, Malfoy leaned upwards and pulled Harry to him, kissing him hungrily.
Harry smirked triumphantly and flipped them both over so he was on top. Breaking from the kiss, Harry sat up, dragging Malfoy with him.
"What?" Malfoy asked, little beads of sweat coursing elegantly down his brow.
Harry held a finger to his lips and took a hold of Malfoy's hand, pulling him to his feet. Turning Malfoy around, Harry told him to climb back up onto the bed. Malfoy nodded and was about to lie down on his stomach when he felt a hand stop him, forcing him to stay kneeling on all fours. Malfoy looked around, shooting Harry a confused look. Harry smiled and gave him a reassuring kiss. Malfoy relaxed and returned his attention to the pillows in front of him. His breath hitched as he felt Harry's erection pressed against his arse. Harry rubbed in small circles upon Malfoy's hip, before plunging deep inside.
"Ahhh!" Malfoy cried out as pain shot through him, feeling Harry press his lips against his back.
Harry waited a few moments before pulling out and pushing back in. This time Malfoy gasped deeply as Harry hit the right spot. Soon, Harry was thrusting harder and harder, emitting soft moans and groans every so often. Malfoy rocked beneath him, now crying out with increased pleasure each time Harry entered. Then, with one final thrust, Harry collapsed on top of Malfoy, completely spent.
After a few moments, Harry pulled out and Malfoy turned around to face him, languidly running a hand through his sweaty, raven tresses. Harry's eyes were still closed and he sighed under Malfoy's caresses.
"Well, Malfoy, didn't know you liked me that way…" Harry said a minute later, breaking the silence.
"Harry?" he asked finally.
"Mmmm, what?"
"Did we just…um…" Malfoy trailed off, not knowing how to put it.
"Did we what? You can say it," Harry said, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Well, let me put it this way, is this a one time only deal?"
"Do you want it to be?" Harry asked, playing with Malfoy's belly button and causing him to get butterflies.
"Well," he though for a moment, "What are people going to say?"
Harry pondered that question, thinking of how he was going to explain this to Ron and Hermione. Coming to a conclusion, Harry replied.
"Who cares what people think? If you like someone, don't hide it on their accounts. So do you still want this to a one time only deal?"
"No, I rather enjoyed it," Malfoy said shyly, looking away from Harry.
Harry cupped his hand around Malfoy's chin, bringing his face towards him, "Good, I was feeling the same way."
Malfoy smiled at him then paused; there was a strange sensation all over his body. He pulled away from Harry, blinking; then collapsed on top of him.
"Draco?" Harry stared dumbly at the unconscious boy, then wrinkled his nose and yawned, "Did…did everything just feel red for a minute…?" his eyes crossed and he fell backwards, out cold with Malfoy on top of him.
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Malfoy's eyelids fluttered open and he pushed himself up into a sitting position, yawning and wondering why his bed felt so uncomfortable. He shrugged to himself and mumbled something about lumps, then tried to fluff his 'pillow'; his pillow grunted and asked him for five more minutes.
"No…" he responded sleepily, "we're going to the pet store…"
His pillow shifted uncomfortably and Draco felt compelled to find out why. He looked down and wanted to throw up. He was on top of Harry. Naked. They were both naked.
"Oh lord."
It took a few seconds for him to take all of this in. Harry. Naked. It wouldn't compute. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and reopened them, expecting to find a lumpy pillow and his four-poster bed. Harry was still there and mumbling something about already having a pet.
Draco let out a girlish shriek and jumped to his feet so fast he fell over backwards. This didn't stop him, though; he just proceeded to scoot as far away as was humanly possible. That happened to be about ten feet, before he hit a wall.
Harry, hearing the commotion and wondering why he suddenly had no covers, sat up groggily and opened his eyes. His first instinct was to roll out of bed and replace his pajamas with some fresh clothes from his trunk; so he rolled, and nothing happened. Confused, Harry sat up and found that there were no pajamas to be replaced; also, he still on his bed, which seemed to have grown.
"Why am I…naked?" he mused aloud, then glanced around the room, trying to make sense of it all.
He spotted Malfoy—also naked, for some reason—sitting down, pressed against the wall as if trying to disappear. Then it hit him. He remembered the potion, and the smoke, and the sort of red haze he'd been seeing things through. His head felt like someone had hit him with a brick, twice, and then come back for another shot; it was almost like a hangover.
"Malfoy…why are you naked?" he asked the question, hoping that his worst fears wouldn't be confirmed.
"Don't talk to me!" Malfoy exclaimed heatedly, "this is some kind of sick dream and I can't hear you!"
Harry blushed, remembering some of what he thought had happened, and then asked Malfoy tentatively, "Hey, uh…do you, by any chance, know why we're here?"
His eyes shifting nervously, Draco's face flushed, if possible, even more than Harry's, "You don't remember…? T-the potion, and the…stuff…"
Harry thought about this and paled, "potion…yeah, I remember the potion, but then it all gets kind of-"
"Red," Draco finished for him.
"Yeah," Harry looked sheepish, "I had the weirdest dream…" Malfoy's face told him everything he needed to know, "Oh, God…it wasn't a dream…we really…"
Malfoy, unable to think about something like that any longer, got up hastily and ran towards the door. Thinking he'd make a quick exit, he pulled the handle and went forwards at the same time. The result was him running into the door, which was still locked.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Why'd you do that?"
"Oh, come on!" Malfoy wailed, beating his fist on the door exasperatedly, "we're still locked in!"
Harry got to his feet and walked over to the cabinet Draco had tried to hide behind, earlier. The shards from the potion bottle were still there. He picked up the piece of glass with the label and read it out loud, "Cupido."
Draco, rubbing his forehead miserably, responded, "Yeah, that's what the damn bottle said. I found it…" he turned and noticed Harry holding the piece he'd read, trailing off.
"There's a heart on it." Harry stated knowingly.
"Glad to see your eyes are working," Malfoy said sarcastically.
Harry snorted at him, "You don't have to be such a jerk. I mean, you sure were nice before," he sent Draco a malicious grin.
Blushing again, Draco said venomously, "Oh, shut up, Potter. You were moaning just as loudly."
They stared at each other awkwardly for a couple minutes, not sure how to continue. Finally, Harry broke the silence.
"So…am I good?"
Malfoy, looking determinedly away, didn't reply.
"That's a yes, then?" Harry smirked.
"Don't push your luck, Potter," Malfoy growled, pursing his lips, "besides, we both know that you were with me cause no girl will have you."
"Well, it's better than being easy, like you," Harry retorted nastily.
Malfoy, fuming, ran over and tackled him roughly, "Take that back, or I'll make you!"
"First, how about you make me put some clothes on," Harry suggested, "it's getting kind of chilly in here."
"Nah, maybe I like you this way," Malfoy said casually.
Harry's expression softened and he felt his throat tighten, "Are you…serious?"
Malfoy leaned closer, his lips hovering over Harry's in eager anticipation. They were almost touching, when a knock on the door scared them half to death. On the other side, Professor Snape's voice could be heard.
"Honestly, how long does it take you two to find one, measly book!"
In a matter of seconds, the two boys were running around the room frantically, pulling up their pants and trying to find the book that had caused all the trouble, in the first place. Once fully clothed, they continued combing the shelves.
Just as the door's lock clicked and Snape was turning the handle, Draco grabbed a random book off one of the shelves. It was dusty and old, smelling of something awful.
"Here, Professor!" Harry exclaimed breathlessly, trying not to look guilty in any way, as he took the book from Draco and thrust it into Snape's hands.
The two stood before their professor, praying and begging in their minds that Snape wouldn't kill them for wasting his time and getting the wrong book. There was a long pause, as he examined it and brushed dust off of it, then, finally…
"Good work, I see that you can be useful, after all, even if you are slower than a quadriplegic hippogriff with broken wings…"
Snape exited the room briskly, expecting them to follow but not really caring if they stayed. He didn't bother asking about all the furniture and why the bed sheets were strewn about. He pushed any thoughts leading in that direction into the far corners of his mind to rot.
Draco and Harry exchanged looks of disbelief at their luck. It was uncanny that they had given him the right book, but neither one was going to argue with luck like that.
"So…" Harry smiled slowly at Draco, "we barely got out of that one."
Nodding, Draco replied, "I thought he was going to murder us, I mean, the man is kind of crazy, sometimes…"
Harry, finding that he'd managed to grow a bit fond of Malfoy in a matter of hours, wondered what he would tell Hermione and Ron about it when they asked. Obviously, the truth was not going to happen, but…maybe he could say that it hadn't been that bad.
Draco looked thoughtful for a moment, then added, "Er, you are kind of good…"
Harry's heartbeat sped up, "Ah, do you maybe want to…do something, sometime? Like lunch, or-"
"Lunch would be great."
They smiled at each other in a sort of unspoken understanding, and then Harry asked blissfully, "Do you want to hang out during free period? Then maybe at Hogsmeade, or something?"
Malfoy grinned back at him, "Sounds perfect."