A Better Pastime
Harry waited nervously in the baggage car and wondered if he had made a horrendous mistake. It was the third baggage car he had tried, actually, as the first two had been filled with students playing amorous catch-up after a long summer's absence. The third car had a secluded alcove midway in, nicely concealed from view by a huge trunk that had fallen. Harry shifted things around until he had cleared a space atop a second trunk, upon which he sat.
He wiped his palms on his trouser legs for the third time. Merlin, he must be crazy. Waiting for Draco Malfoy. Just thinking the name caused a tense lump in the pit of his stomach to burst into flame. He leaped to his feet and then forced himself to sit again when the door slid open. It couldn't be Malfoy. Not yet. Harry had not been waiting long enough for the Prefect's meeting to have ended.
A face poked around the side of the trunk and Harry met the surprised gaze of a fourth year Hufflepuff girl. He grinned at her with a sinking feeling, wondering how long it would take the rumour to circulate the train that Harry Potter was meeting someone in the baggage car.
"Oh," she said. "Sorry, Harry, we'll just find… somewhere else." She disappeared and Harry never saw her consort, although he heard whispering before the footsteps retreated. They must have found another spot, because Harry did not hear the door open again.
Six times he got to his feet with the intention of bolting, but each time he forced himself to sit. Frankly, it was the memory of the kiss that did it. He still could not quite believe Malfoy had kissed him back. Harry pressed the heel of his hand against his growing erection. Damn. It wasn't just the kiss; it was the memory of what Harry had done over the summer. In front of a mirror. With a flask of Polyjuice Potion and Draco Malfoy's hair… He had taken wanking to a whole new level. Harry buried his face in his hands and wondered what had possessed him.
The door opened again and Harry shot to his feet for the last time when a blond head appeared. "Finally, Potter. I had to roust half the students from their hiding places trying to find you."
Harry could not find words. Apparently he did not need words, because moments later Malfoy's mouth was hot and wet on his. The kiss was nearly overwhelming, better by far than it had been in the corridor. Malfoy's hands tangled in his hair, twisting his head into position for better assault by lips and tongue. Harry did not resist—he had the feeling it would have made no difference. His fingers twisted in Malfoy's robes.
The kiss was exhilarating and frightening at once. Harry tried to regain control, unwilling to allow Malfoy the upper hand. He forced himself to move his hands to the Slytherin brooch holding Malfoy's robes together. The clasp, thankfully, released easily and Malfoy's robes slid to the floor in a whisper of cloth. The blond made a soft noise and pushed at Harry. The backs of Harry's shins touched the trunk he'd been sitting and he nearly went down, but he shoved back, slamming Malfoy into the stacked luggage behind the Slytherin. Malfoy gasped and tore his mouth away from Harry's, probably to yelp at him, but Harry pressed his advantage. He clamped his lips to the blond's and renewed the assault.
His fingers tore at the buttons on Malfoy's perfectly starched shirt and dragged it from the waistband of his trousers to expose a smooth expanse of abdomen and chest that Harry was oh-so-familiar with. His fingers slid over Malfoy's skin, drawing another soft sound from the Slytherin.
"Need to taste you," Harry muttered and bent his head to run his tongue over Malfoy's collarbone, impatiently pushing at the green and silver tie that he had loosened but not removed. He considered taking Malfoy's shirt completely off, but was distracted by the sight of a delicate pink nipple. He knew damned well how sensitive they were. He took one into his mouth.
The Slytherin hissed and actually arched his back slightly. His muscles flexed under Harry's palms—an unexpectedly erotic motion. Harry lapped and then sucked at it before turning his attention to the other. His splayed hands held the quivering blond in place by a tight grip on his waist.
"Merlin, Potter," Malfoy said.
"I haven't even started, Malfoy," Harry replied and moved lower. He flattened the fine dusting of hair with his tongue, following it from the base of Malfoy's clavicle down to his navel, dropping to his knees with the movement. He circled the indentation and then dipped his tongue inside, earning yet another groan. The floor was hard beneath his kneecaps and probably dusty, but Harry didn't care. His only concern now was to force more of those amazing sounds from Draco Malfoy—the body was familiar, but the responses were not. With the Polyjuice, the cries and gasps had been all Harry's—now they belonged to Malfoy. They were a dozen times more electrifying.
Harry's fingers fumbled with Malfoy's waistband, tearing almost frantically at the fastenings before he forced himself to slow down. His teeth found the zipper and bit the cold metal to draw the zip down one notch at a time. Harry's eyes swept up to lock with Malfoy's. He was gratified to find a look of stunned fascination on the face of the normally ice-cold boy. Fuck, Malfoy was hot.
To Harry's surprise, Malfoy's cock was revealed bit by glorious bit and he felt yet another onslaught of lust when he realized Malfoy was not wearing undergarments. Did he always wear nothing, or had he simply been expecting an encounter with Harry? Either option was nearly more than Harry could take and he had to pull away for a moment and shut his eyes to keep from coming on the spot.
"Potter?" Malfoy asked breathily, obviously concerned by the delay.
Harry opened his eyes to find Malfoy's pale cock directly in front of his face, erect and pulsing. "Merlin's fucking wand," Harry rasped. Before reason could stop him, he moved forward and licked Malfoy's cock, collecting a drop of bitter precome on his tongue and wrenching a startled cry from the Slytherin. He felt hands grip his hair and would have bet Malfoy had done so involuntarily. Before the blond could destroy Harry's resolve with a random comment, Harry took the entire length into his mouth.
"Fuck!" Malfoy cried.
Not quite yet, Harry thought, but even the fleeting idea spurred his imagination. He sucked hard as he pulled back and drew his tongue over the ridge beneath Malfoy's cock, chuckling slightly when he heard the blond head smack against a hard surface and the hands tightened painfully in Harry's hair.
"Done…" Malfoy gasped and tried again. "Done this before, then, Potter?"
Harry swirled his tongue over the head before answering. "First time, actually, but if you're a very good boy it might not be my last."
Malfoy's incoherent whimper was answer enough as Harry dove back down for an attempt at swallowing him whole. After that, Malfoy could not seem to manage actual words; the only sounds he made were one-syllable murmurs and primitive noises that sent the blood pounding through Harry's temples and straight to his increasingly painful erection.
"Potter! I'm—!"
That was all the warning Harry got before Malfoy's cock pulsed and sent hot fluid pouring over the back of his throat. Harry astounded himself by swallowing it, suppressing his gag reflex by sheer willpower and the competitive urge to show up Malfoy. In truth, it was less unpleasant than expected and the feel of the blond quivering beneath him was beyond comprehension.
He released Malfoy's softening cock and rested his cheek against the flat abdomen for a moment, panting. The long fingers in his hair felt gentler than expected and Harry's thumbs caressed Malfoy's hipbones reflexively. After a long, silent moment, the hands tightened and tugged at Harry until the irritation pulled him to his feet.
"That's quite a talent you have, Potter," Malfoy said in a teasing tone Harry had never heard before. He took Harry's lips in a searing kiss. Harry gripped Malfoy's open shirt, not caring if it wrinkled under the sweat of his palms. The blond pushed him away roughly, breaking the kiss. "Your clothes," Malfoy said roughly. "Get them off. Now." Harry staggered back and sat down hard on the trunk. He had not thought it possible to become any more turned on than he already was, but apparently there were levels beyond normal. He toed off his trainers and shed his robes before pulling at his tie.
"No." Malfoy's words halted him. "Leave the tie."
Harry unbuttoned his shirt instead and pulled the collar from the silk binding it before shrugging it off. His trousers were next. He stood then, blushing slightly as he stood before Malfoy clad only in his Gryffindor tie, pants, and socks. The blond, meanwhile, had restored his pristine appearance, refastening his trousers and buttoning his white shirt. He looked calm and unruffled, as though Harry had never caused him to come undone.
"Don't be shy now, Potter," Malfoy said. The grey eyes flicked downward and Harry swallowed hard at the resulting twitch of his erection. He took a deep breath and pushed his briefs down before stepping out of them, knowing he bared more than his flesh to the blond. One spell and Harry would be frozen for whatever torment or humiliation Malfoy chose to bestow on him. Instead, the Slytherin moved forward and backed him toward the trunk with another kiss.
"Potter," Malfoy murmured and wrapped his hand around Harry's aching cock. A strangled cry escaped his lips, muffled against Malfoy's wet mouth. The Slytherin stroked a couple of times and then moved his hand down to fondle Harry's testicles, raking his nails over the sensitive flesh there and nearly sending Harry climbing over the top of the blond. Malfoy chuckled wickedly. "Like that, don't you?"
Before Harry could draw enough breath to speak, Malfoy squeezed lightly and then pressed him against the trunk. Overbalanced, Harry went down with Malfoy atop him. He was allowed only a moment to enjoy that distraction before the blond kissed him greedily once more. Malfoy's fingers still gripped Harry' balls and his cock was hard and leaking between them. He grinned at the thought of his fluid marring Malfoy's perfect trousers and then he stopped thinking altogether because the long fingers suddenly circled Harry's hole, drawing a ragged gasp from him.
"What are you—?" Harry managed as he tore his lips away from the mouth that sought to devour him. The fingers withdrew and Harry was immediately sorry he had spoken. He tried to backtrack, but before he could speak, Malfoy's fingers were touching his lips.
"Suck," Malfoy said simply.
Harry felt a hot coil of something almost dangerously thrilling as he opened his mouth and let in Malfoy's long digits, first two and then three. Harry lapped at them and found it almost more erotic than sucking Malfoy's cock. Probably because he knew what Malfoy planned to do with those fingers.
When the blond deemed them wet enough, he removed them from Harry's mouth and returned them to his nether regions. The Slytherin wasted little time, circling Harry's tight sphincter only once before forcing one wet finger inside. Harry gasped and tightened his muscles reflexively.
"Relax, Potter," Malfoy ordered. "You'll enjoy this. I've done it to you many, many times now." He laughed rather evilly and Harry forced himself to relax by concentrating on the idea of Malfoy sprawled on some huge bed at Malfoy Manor, fingering Harry's likeness. He groaned and then cried out when Malfoy added a second finger and pressed both digits deep.
Harry tensed again, ready to protest. It was uncomfortable and invasive and he suddenly remembered this was Malfoy, the person least likely to try and make something like this pleasurable for Harry. He raised a hand and placed it against Malfoy's chest, intending to push him away—but then the invading fingers twisted and found something that turned Harry's world upside down.
"Oh," he choked.
Malfoy chuckled and bit at Harry's lower lip before crooning, "Oh, yes. I knew you would like that. Want me to do it again?" He did not wait for an answer, but brushed that magical spot once more. Harry whimpered. "How about another?"
A third finger joined the other two and moved in and out of Harry rhythmically, plunging deeper with each stroke and touching that incredible place until Harry thrashed mindlessly and flung himself at Malfoy's hand.
"Let's try for four," the blond murmured and Harry nearly screamed aloud when the fourth digit was added to the mix. He thought he couldn't possibly—oh fucking hell! He moaned and felt something close to breaking when Malfoy's incredible hand moved deeper and faster. Harry's legs ached with the effort of thrusting his hips forward, taking the fingers in, fucking himself hard on Malfoy's slick hand, needing more and more. Babbled nonsense spilled from his lips, thankfully muted by Malfoy's mouth and tongue, though how he managed to keep kissing Harry while his fingers sent spasms of delight through his body he couldn't say, Harry only knew it was brilliant.
Finally the sensation reached a pinnacle and Harry screamed as his back arched completely off the trunk. What seemed like a ludicrous amount of come spilled from his cock, shuddering out of him with every incredible quiver. Malfoy's fingers did not stop moving completely until Harry went utterly limp, so drained he thought he might actually have died.
"Fuck," Harry managed through panting breaths. His thighs trembled. He wasn't certain he would be able to walk.
"Well, nearly," Malfoy admitted. "Maybe next time."
Oh Merlin. Next time. Harry slowly realized he was almost completely naked, sprawled on some student's trunk, utterly depleted and vulnerable. Fuck, he was not even sure where his wand had gone. Malfoy made no move to rise, seemingly content to crush Harry's sweat-drenched body.
The Slytherin's voice murmured sibilantly against Harry's ear. "Not that there will be a next time, mind you. Your twisted little game was interesting. I was curious to see how far you would go with it." Malfoy's teeth sank into Harry's neck and he sucked hard for a moment. "Apparently, you will go very far, indeed. I believe you would have let me fuck you, wouldn't you, Potter?"
Harry could not deny it, especially when his body still trembled from the feel of Malfoy's fingers. The mere thought of more made his breath catch in his throat.
"Of course you would," Malfoy said. His teeth bit into Harry's jaw this time and Harry realized the blond was marking him. Oh bloody hell, what would Ron and Hermione say? Harry pushed at Malfoy, but his current position gave him no leverage. The Slytherin nibbled and sucked his way from Harry's jaw to his collarbone. It felt so good he gave up struggling and his spent cock twitched in response, obviously ready for another round with the evil blond. He felt an answering hardness against his thigh and was glad he was not the only one affected. Malfoy groaned. "I hate you for this, Potter."
He shoved away from Harry suddenly and stood looking down at him. The grey eyes swept over him expressionlessly. The blond was no longer impeccable. His shirt and tie were rumpled and wet with Harry's come and the platinum hair was tangled and unruly from Harry's hands. Rather than feeling embarrassed, Harry felt a curious sense of power. He raised his hands over his head and stretched, allowing a smirk to touch his lips when the blond's eyes widened. Oh yes, Malfoy hated Harry, but he wanted him all the same. Without another word, the Slytherin turned and fled.
Harry languidly found his wand, cleaned himself up, and dressed. He fingered the stinging marks on his neck and tried to concoct a plausible story for Ron and Hermione. Perhaps they would accept that he had been attacked. He snorted at the thought. Attacked by whom? Hermione would demand. Just Draco Malfoy, he would respond casually. A rush of heat flared through him at the mere thought of Malfoy's name and it was then he realized he had opened the gates to something beyond his control. He suddenly knew how Pandora had felt after opening that damned box.
You would have let me fuck you, wouldn't you, Potter? The words burned through him as he made his way through the baggage car to the door. Yes, he would indeed. And how long could Draco Malfoy resist that particular enticement? Harry smiled wickedly as he wrenched open the door and headed back to his friends. Not long at all, he wagered.
Author's note: WHEEEE, that was fun! I always meant to sequel that one. Hmmm, maybe on my next birthday I'll give it another chapter? I love presents to myself.
