Chapter 2 – Pent up lust
Harry woke up at 7am. Bleary – eyed and stretching out his limbs, he rolled over onto his back; only to discover he was sporting a massive erection.
"Oh shit, this is just what I need." He muttered sarcastically.
Harry weighed out his options.
He could get up, take a slash, and pray it would go down in time. Or, he could just think of something really gross…the obvious solution would be to have a quick wank, but for some reason, he didn't feel in the mood to getting himself all 'worked up.'
Harry scoffed at his undecided conscience. Why am I even thinking about this?
For no apparent reason, Draco Malfoy's arrogant face flashed in front of Harry's eyes, intercepting his thoughts.
Harry gasped slightly as he felt his member grow bigger.
What the fuck? Why did that happen? His mind screamed to him, yet he failed to comprehend.
Instead, the image of Draco grew clearer in his head, and Harry savoured it, closing his eyes dreamily as he immersed himself in a delightful fantasy.
Draco's cool grey orbs bore into Harry's vibrant green ones. His lips pulled into a delicious smirk, blond hair framing his handsome features.
Harry automatically, as though in a trance, reached down in his pyjama pants until his hand found his already throbbing penis, the pre – cum sliding down the underside of it.
He imagined Draco's mouth rubbing against the head, sending rolls of bliss up and down his organ.
Draco's wicked lips started to suck at Harry's cock, his tongue swirling around the head and down the shaft provocatively.
Harry's hand started to move with more urgency, his hips thrust forward, and he rolled the moisture over his dick again and again.
Reaching his crucial point, Harry watched Draco in his imagination disengage himself from his engorged dick, and grey eyes hypnotically dilating, whisper up to him.
"I want you Harry."
This pushed him over the edge and Harry groaned as he ejaculated, his semen shooting up erratically and dripping down his fingers as he groaned in ecstasy.
Harry fought back tears of shame as Draco's face grinned out to him once more in a look of triumph.
As the beating of his heart slowed and his breathing eased, Harry let his hand flop to his side dejectedly. A strange numbness of disbelief crossed over him.
I have just jerked off to Draco Malfoy.
Harry felt a fresh stirring of arousal and inwardly cursed; bewildered he was aroused because of his recent climax.
Focusing on Professor Snape and all the homework he had issued from him made his all – to – eager erection thankfully subside.
Hauling himself out of bed, Harry walked over to the bathroom to take a scalding hot shower.
As the water gushed painfully onto his scalp, Harry tilted his head directly towards the shower nozzle.
The burning water scorched his face and neck. He forced himself to stay underneath the punishing blast.
With gritted teeth, Harry slowly counted to fifteen.
Once counted out, Harry screamed in agonized pain, and leapt out of the shower.
There, he splashed his fire – red face over the basin with fresh, cold water.
Confusion washed over him as he tried to mull over what had just happened in his mind with Draco and why.
Sighing reluctantly, his confusion unresolved, he let his eyes flutter shut, his two hands resting on the sinks edges.
Bloody Malfoy…
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Every passing minute of the day, Draco Malfoy was the only thing on Harry's mind.
When he was walking down the corridor, memories he had with Draco came flooding back to him.
Conversations he had had with Draco replayed over his mind. Draco's appearance drove Harry with lust.
Draco's conceitedness was one of his most fascinating qualities to Harry, although he was ashamed to admit it.
Draco's talent at playing Quidditch that Harry admired in discretion.
All fucking Draco bloody Malfoy!
He weaved himself into Harry's mind at the most critical times when the teacher asks a question and Harry 's expected to answer correctly. All that forms in his ignorant, obsessed mind is a certain blond, pure – blood.
He slipped into Harry's thoughts at the oddest occasions. Harry was about to pat Ron on the shoulder to get his attention, when he envisioned Malfoy tugging at his robes with obvious sexual intentions.
He even dared Harry to fantasize about him during class, causing an unmistakable tent pole to appear through his jeans.
Flushing a deep red as this unfortunate display of lust occurred during potions class, Harry prayed that Ron and Hermione wouldn't choose at that moment to look over at him.
They didn't. Instead, to Harry's complete horror and embarrassment, Professor Snape did.
"Mr Potter?" He asked with an amused smile playing at his lips, eyes carefully averted from Harry's prominent arousal.
Harry gulped. Oh crap, Oh damn, why is he looking at me like that? What have I done, it isn't my fault I'm visualizing blond's contorting their bodies in – wait, he's frowning…okay why is he frowning?
"Potter, what are you jabbering on about? Contorting blond's?"
Wha -??? He can read my MIND!!! Extraordinary…
"You're saying it aloud you imbecile! 10 points from Gryffindor for time wasting and inappropriate language!"
Oh. Right…I was saying it out loud. Gah! That's embarrassing.
Draco looked over at Harry questioningly and mouthed: Wait after class.
Harry nodded in response; his leg had started to tremble in anticipation. Thankfully, his "problem" had died down and he was able to face Hermione and a bemused Ron again.
"Harry mate, what was that about?"
Harry sighed and shrugged. "Just er…what?"
Ron rolled his eyes and continued to copy Hermione's instructions They were apparently too hard to decipher in Snape's handwriting. Hermione, still extremely hacked off at Ron, turned away in disgust.
The bell rang short, sweet music to Harry. He almost felt emancipated as he moved to pack up his things…almost.
He seemed to be repeatedly catching Draco's eye.
He watched as Draco nodded at Crabbe and Goyle to continue without him. Pretty soon it was only Harry and Draco left in the class; Hermione and Ron had disappeared.
Cautiously, he approached Malfoy. He was leaning against the wall, bag slung casually over his right shoulder, and watching Harry's hesitation irritably. "Fucking hurry up, Harry!" He finally snapped.
Harry froze, fully aware that Draco had used his first name. Swallowing a couple of times and keeping his distance he managed to choke out, "What do you want?"
Draco ran a frustrated hand through his blond locks.
"I don't really know…just come here." He leveled his eyes to Harry's and gazed intently.
Feeling compelled to do so; Harry stepped steadily closer to Draco until they were almost within brushing each other's robes.
"Whoa there, Potter, no need to suffocate me." Draco muttered, his breathing starting to hitch.
Harry searched Draco's face for an answer, but it was just how it always was: cold and expressionless.
"I think I do, Draco." He answered softly.
Gently cupping Draco's face in his hands, Harry waited with bated breath for Draco to push him away in revulsion. Nothing happened. As Harry began to inch his face closer, Draco's pupils started to dilate.
Reaching his goal, Harry softly caressed Draco's lips with his, gently sucking on his bottom one. His tongue traveled across Draco's his lips, seeking entrance to the moist warmth of Draco's mouth. Giving a low moan from the back of his throat, Draco opened his mouth against Harry's tongue, allowing him to access fully and explore the hot, wet cavern.
As Draco's kisses became rougher, Harry brought both his hands up and ran them lightly up Draco's back, all the while pressing his body firmly against him. Draco growled at the sensuous contact and arched his back, grinding against Harry's bulge.
Harry panted as the grinding became more persistent. Then his mind started to babble. I am kissing Draco Malfoy. No fuck that, I'm making out with him…outside the dungeons. Damn he's a good kisser – wait what the?
Draco suddenly let out a shrill yelp, instantly detaching his hands from about Harry's waist and his lips that moments ago had been locked in a bruising kiss.
Utterly baffled and still breathing quite hard, Draco looked up to Harry in confusion.
Harry's lips were pink and flush from the kiss, his hair messy, glittering green eyes clouded over…in anger.
Draco felt a pang of alarm…why was Potter angry?
Harry was so furious, he was shaking. A trembling hand forcefully pushed back his unruly black hair, making it stick up even more. Draco unconsciously took a step back. Having never been a witness to Harry's red – hot temper.
Saying nothing, Harry slowly curled his fists into balls before managing to muster every ounce of his self – control and walk away without having to hit Draco.
His footsteps echoed down the dreary corridor. Draco's eyes followed Harry's back as he felt feeling have hurt and confusion mingle with his lust.
It was only when he could no longer see Harry that he realized salty tears were running hotly down his high cheekbones.
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A/N: Oh my Good GOD! I am so sorry this chapter has taken so long! But i kept getting sidetracked. Don't worry i haven't given up on my other story, but have hit a bit o' writer's block. Lol, I'm currently in the middle of writing various other stories with my own characters and am pondering as to whether i should share them on sure yet. Anyway, Read and reveiw as requested please!!!
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HotTimali x x x