It was late and everyone in the castle was asleep. Harry jumped as he heard a snore coming from one of the many portraits on the walls of Hogwarts. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the small bottle he held in his hand. Because of the Half-Blood Prince, he was now in possession of a bottle of Felix Felicis, a luck potion. The potion was gold in colour, and the bottle still had its wax seal, unbroken, around its edges- just like the day not too long ago when Slughorn had given it to Harry. Under the cover of his invisibility cloak, Harry pondered what he was about to do…the Slytherin part of him said it was okay for revenge. Harry shook his head as he tugged the cork out of its wax bond before he could change his mind, freeing the potion. The boy held the bottle to his lips, feeling vindicated already, as he drank a few sips. The potion slid down his throat as he walked towards the library, not sure if he would go through with his plan or not.
Since Harry was under the spell of the potion, he didn't encounter a soul- though he kept the Marauder's Map ready, anyway. Harry turned the corner to the library and pulled off his invisibility cloak as soon as he was safe behind the library doors. He sat down at a table, silently taking out the Marauder's Map;
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he whispered. 'I'm definitely up to no good…' Harry thought.
As Harry glanced down at the map, he noticed something he hadn't expected, though he should have; Malfoy's name was drifting around the corridors, dangerously close to the library.
'Of course,' thought Harry, 'I'm lucky tonight.'
Harry made a face at the double meaning of his thoughts and tugged at his tangled hair, frustrated. He wanted to get back at Malfoy, and this was the perfect way- the Felix Felicis would ensure his every move. As Harry glanced at the Marauder's Map, he heard Malfoy's footsteps around the corner.
"Mischief Managed."
Harry had nearly reached the Defense Against The Dark Arts section when he heard the library door creak open.
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As Draco entered the library he felt…strange. He sneered, not quite sure why he had gone to the library in the middle of the night to begin with, so he walked towards the Defense Against The Dark Arts section while he thought. There wasn't a book in that section that Draco's father didn't have in his personal collection.
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Harry's heart was pounding so fast that it threatened to break free from his chest; he heard Malfoy's steps getting closer. Harry took a deep breath, held it in, closed his eyes, and reached out. Luckily, his fingers were curled around a fistful of green and silver tie.
"Potter?!" Malfoy spat, anger and surprise flashing across his face.
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Draco was disgusted. Why was Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-(Apparently)-Break Rules, out in the middle of the night?
'And why is he holding my tie?'
Draco's thoughts were answered as he was shoved against a bookcase, dust from the shelves marring his perfect hair.
"Potter, get your hands off of me!"
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Harry put a finger to Malfoy's lips, silencing him, and he smiled as he watched Malfoy's eyes widen.
"Ssssh… You wouldn't want to get caught like this, would you, Draco?" Harry's words slid through his lips, smooth like velvet, and danger danced in his eyes. Malfoy responded with a look of disgust, his perfect mouth still sealed by Harry's finger.
"I didn't think so." Harry leaned it, brushing his nose against Malfoy's jaw line
He took Draco's wrist in his hand, pinning it to the bookcase above Draco's head. Harry felt the boy's slender wrist, sliding his thumb along the vein, feeling the blond's increasing pulse.
"Quite the predicament you're in, Draco…" Harry whispered, brushing his lips against Malfoy's ear, letting Malfoy feel his hot breath. Harry moved his leg in between Malfoy's thighs and was pleasantly surprised by the positive reaction he was getting from the Slytherin. His plan was working.
"Oh yes, quite the predicament."
"What do you think you're doing, Potter?" Malfoy tried to slither out of Harry's grip, and Harry could feel Malfoy's erection beginning.
"So that's all it takes, Draco?" The Slytherin sneered and continued to squirm.
"No need to be hostile," Harry said, tracing the fingertips of his free hand along the small of Malfoy's back. Harry allowed his hand to move along Malfoy's hip, pressing himself against the boy- Malfoy was definitely hard now. Harry smiled, making eye contact with Malfoy through half-lidded eyes. He held the blond boy's gaze as he casually brushed his hand against Malfoy's groin, feeling Malfoy's erection through the fabric of his jeans; the boy arched into Harry, drawing them even closer as he maneuvered his long fingers into Harry's ever-tousled hair. The blond tilted his head back, hitting the bookshelf again, and causing more dust to cover himself and his enemy.
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Draco let out a whimper as Potter touched his groin, his jeans restricting him growing erection and causing unwelcome friction.
"Potter, I don't know why this is happening, or what the hell you think you're doing, but you'd better stop."
Harry leaned into Draco, his hot breath hitting Draco's ear once more as he asked, "Or what?" Harry nibbled on Draco's ear, and Draco arched at the touch. The Gryffindor reached for the button on Draco's jeans, his fingers absently grazing Draco's groin. Draco whimpered and tightened his grip on Harry's hair.
'What the hell is happening?'
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Malfoy must have felt lightheaded, because Harry could feel the blood rushing to the boy's cock. Harry grinned as heard the almost inaudible groan of pleasure that Malfoy just couldn't hold in.
"Well, well, well," Harry said, "I guess that isn't your wand in your pocket…You don't really want me to stop, do you, Draco?"
"Potter, I swear…"
Malfoy's words were interrupted by the loud groan that escaped him as Harry bit his neck, running his tongue up and down Malfoy's throat, tasting him. And somehow he had found that spot right behind Malfoy's ear and, oh… Harry vaguely felt the other boy arching into him, tightening his grip on Harry's hair, bringing them closer- but he was concentrating on his task. Harry's free hand was busy now, unzipping Malfoy's jeans, teasing him, testing him- his other hand still pinning Malfoy to the bookcase.
Malfoy was pressing himself against Harry now, begging for more and letting another moan escape his perfect lips, a little louder this time; his pulse was urging Harry continue, begging Harry to take him then and there, answering his silent wish. As soon as Harry heard Malfoy whimper, he slipped his hand into Malfoy's boxers and wrapped it around Malfoy's throbbing erection- earning a gasp of intense pleasure from the Slytherin. He began to slowly slide his hand over the Slytherin's length, teasing the tip with his thumb. Concentrating on his task, the Gryffindor increased his speed and Malfoy's breathing became ragged and heavy. He began to thrust into Harry, his chest and shoulders heaving with every thrust. Malfoy slid his hand down to grip Harry's shoulder and Harry leaned into Malfoy, pleasuring the blond's neck in rhythm with his hand.
"Potter…don't stop…I'm…I'm going to-"
Malfoy gasped in horror as Harry tore himself away from the Slytherin just as he was about to get off- a smirk made its way onto Harry's face, quite different from the lustful gaze he had given Malfoy a few moments ago. Malfoy closed his eyes as he tried to steady his breathing and speak;
"You filthy bastard, you should have been in Slytherin."
Malfoy hurriedly began to zip up his pants, but Harry's hands stopped him as they slid under the elastic of Malfoy's boxers, brushing ever so slightly against the boy's cock.
"Think about me when you polish your wand tonight, Draco." Harry leaned in to kiss that sensitive spot behind Malfoy's ear once more, and began biting a trail down the boy's neck- Harry was sure the Slytherin would have a bruise in the morning. Harry looked into Malfoy's eyes again, and saw that they were still glazed over; his lips still parted, still reddened, still waiting, asking to be kissed, to be enticed. Harry leaned in, kissing the boy softly on his full lips for the first time, before he turned on his heel and left.
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Draco slammed his fist into the book case that Potter had him pinned to only moments before. His breathing became unsteady as he thought about Potter's hand sliding over him, his hot breath on Draco's ear, clouding his brain…Potter's fingers casting a spell of their own on his erection. Potter had told Draco to think about him when he "polished his wand" as Harry had put it. How could Draco not think about Potter, his voice dripping with lust and his eyes that were full of longing and passion, they were pools of liquid desire- more potent than even the darkest of magic…
Draco opened his eyes, his hand pleasuring himself of its own accord.
'Stop it. This is Potter you're thinking about.'
Draco shoved his erection into his jeans, disgusted at himself for being turned on by a guy- let alone Harry Fucking Potter. Draco scoffed, zipping up his pants as he walked, and he knew that it would be an incredibly long and uncomfortable walk back to his room.
…If only he were going to Harry's room.
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Harry leaned against the wall outside of the Gryffindor common room, the cool cobblestones pressing against his back. He bowed his head and concentrated on taking deep breaths. He unzipped his pants and closed his eyes, recalling the night's events as he eagerly slid his hand over his erection. He though about Malfoy moaning, his eyes closed, drinking in the pleasure of the moment. He thought about Malfoy saying his name, the boy's soft cock in his hand…
This definitely was not part of his plan.
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