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Harry shot up, awaking. Once again, he realized, he was stuck to his pajama pants. "Dammit, why does it have to be Draco?," he said aloud. Sighing, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean his self off. Little did he know, Ron was faking sleep, watching and hearing everything Harry was doing…
Later that morning, Harry headed off to Professor Snape's class. He saw Draco and his cronies coming from the opposite direction. All he could focus on was how much he wanted Draco. Maybe it wasn't even Draco himself. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted to touch and be touched by another male.
He had been with girls. Cho, others, even Hermione, when the time was right, and Fred and George Had spiked the drinks enough. But he never felt satisfied. They did for the time, but he knew there Was something more.
As Draco walked and talked, Harry saw his eyes flit to his own direction. And rather than the look Of disgust he'd usually expect, Draco looked at Harry enticingly, with a wry smile at the corners of his Lips, and one eyebrow raised, it seemed as Draco seemed interested in something on or about Harry.
Harry returned the look, a bit more cautiously. For the 2 seconds that felt like an eternity, Harry And Draco seemed entwined in each other, telepathically. So entwined, Harry didn't hear Ron yell "Harry look out for the water!"
Both Harry and Draco, seemingly the only two who didn't notice the wet floor and the sign that warned of it, slid on the floor into each other. Harry's footing slipped and as he fell back he kicked Draco's feet back, and Draco landed on Harry, in a straddling position of sorts. Pandemonium erupted some Laughing hysterically, others yelling at their peers to look at what happened, all wondering what would Happen next. This is, ironically, the same thing that Harry was wondering. Would Draco punch him in the face and get off in disgust? Or maybe Draco would appease Harry fantasies and maybe stay there a while, ahem
-What if he did?- Harry thought to himself. -That would be absolute heaven…- Harry could almost feel Himself harden and the thought of Draco grinding against him in front of so many people. But, as Harry Started to snap out of it, he was feeling himself harden. And he was feeling something moving Against his new erection. He focused and looked at Draco. Draco had his hands on Harry's chest and was moving subtlety back and forth and side to side against Harry crotch. Draco had that wry smile on his face Again. Even though Draco was moving agonizingly slow, Harry wondered if anyone else could tell what was happening. He also wondered if he would soil his pants were Draco to continue his torturous Ministrations.
Before he knew it, Harry was snapped back into reality. Or rather, slammed, would be more appropriate as Professor Snape came out of the class room inadvertently yelling "What in the bloody hell is going on!?" Harry craned his head to look at Snape from the ground, shocked as if being woken up by a bullhorn. Draco on the other hand, was much more calm and collected. "Sorry Severus, or rather, Professor Snape, I thought Potter here had a concussion and was checking to see if he was conscious or not. Draco slowly got up, as if hurt, not before moving his hand back from Harry chest slyly to in-between his legs for a millisecond.
That was all it took. Now, Harry certainly needed a quick trip to the bathroom and/or a change of underwear. Harry got up slowly, and looked around as if dazed. "Potter, are you alright?" Snape asked, Sounding like he was much less worried about how Harry was feeling, than he was finally getting his class started. "I need to go to the bathroom to uhh….get my head straight…" Harry said. "Make it quick, Potter, or I'll be taking 20 points from Gryfindor if you delay my class any longer."
Harry got to the bathroom, and went to the stall immediately to clean up. When Harry was finished he went to the faucet and started to wash his hands. After Harry was done, he was about to dry his hands Before he heard the door opening and spun around to see familiar who just happened to have platinum blonde hair.
To be continued. I had to leave you hanging, so to speak. I suppose I'll need some reviews before I continue on. So, please do.
Harry shot up, awaking. Once again, he realized, he was stuck to his pajama pants. "Dammit, why does it have to be Draco?," he said aloud. Sighing, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean his self off. Little did he know, Ron was faking sleep, watching and hearing everything Harry was doing…
Later that morning, Harry headed off to Professor Snape's class. He saw Draco and his cronies coming from the opposite direction. All he could focus on was how much he wanted Draco. Maybe it wasn't even Draco himself. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted to touch and be touched by another male.
He had been with girls. Cho, others, even Hermione, when the time was right, and Fred and George Had spiked the drinks enough. But he never felt satisfied. They did for the time, but he knew there Was something more.
As Draco walked and talked, Harry saw his eyes flit to his own direction. And rather than the look Of disgust he'd usually expect, Draco looked at Harry enticingly, with a wry smile at the corners of his Lips, and one eyebrow raised, it seemed as Draco seemed interested in something on or about Harry.
Harry returned the look, a bit more cautiously. For the 2 seconds that felt like an eternity, Harry And Draco seemed entwined in each other, telepathically. So entwined, Harry didn't hear Ron yell "Harry look out for the water!"
Both Harry and Draco, seemingly the only two who didn't notice the wet floor and the sign that warned of it, slid on the floor into each other. Harry's footing slipped and as he fell back he kicked Draco's feet back, and Draco landed on Harry, in a straddling position of sorts. Pandemonium erupted some Laughing hysterically, others yelling at their peers to look at what happened, all wondering what would Happen next. This is, ironically, the same thing that Harry was wondering. Would Draco punch him in the face and get off in disgust? Or maybe Draco would appease Harry fantasies and maybe stay there a while, ahem
-What if he did?- Harry thought to himself. -That would be absolute heaven…- Harry could almost feel Himself harden and the thought of Draco grinding against him in front of so many people. But, as Harry Started to snap out of it, he was feeling himself harden. And he was feeling something moving Against his new erection. He focused and looked at Draco. Draco had his hands on Harry's chest and was moving subtlety back and forth and side to side against Harry crotch. Draco had that wry smile on his face Again. Even though Draco was moving agonizingly slow, Harry wondered if anyone else could tell what was happening. He also wondered if he would soil his pants were Draco to continue his torturous Ministrations.
Before he knew it, Harry was snapped back into reality. Or rather, slammed, would be more appropriate as Professor Snape came out of the class room inadvertently yelling "What in the bloody hell is going on!?" Harry craned his head to look at Snape from the ground, shocked as if being woken up by a bullhorn. Draco on the other hand, was much more calm and collected. "Sorry Severus, or rather, Professor Snape, I thought Potter here had a concussion and was checking to see if he was conscious or not. Draco slowly got up, as if hurt, not before moving his hand back from Harry chest slyly to in-between his legs for a millisecond.
That was all it took. Now, Harry certainly needed a quick trip to the bathroom and/or a change of underwear. Harry got up slowly, and looked around as if dazed. "Potter, are you alright?" Snape asked, Sounding like he was much less worried about how Harry was feeling, than he was finally getting his class started. "I need to go to the bathroom to uhh….get my head straight…" Harry said. "Make it quick, Potter, or I'll be taking 20 points from Gryfindor if you delay my class any longer."
Harry got to the bathroom, and went to the stall immediately to clean up. When Harry was finished he went to the faucet and started to wash his hands. After Harry was done, he was about to dry his hands Before he heard the door opening and spun around to see familiar who just happened to have platinum blonde hair.
To be continued. I had to leave you hanging, so to speak. I suppose I'll need some reviews before I continue on. So, please do.