Damn That Potter
Chapter Two: Slippery polished floors
A/N Sorry about the late update,
I've been pretty busy, year 12 and all. Hope this chapter is up to
everyone's expectations. It gets a little naughty… Sexually and
verbally… Just a way to say I'm sorry.
Another night, another classroom
with many more to come, with me sitting here innocently
watching Potter scrub polish into those damn floors again, I'll
have to thank Snape again for giving a month's worth of detention.
Potter sits up, sitting on his feet and swipes sweat from his brow,
panting heavily, I can't stop the warmth growing in my pants as he
turns his drowsy eyes onto me, still panting. I clear my throat
loudly and he smirks.
"Back to work Potter"
"I think
you're enjoying the hard labour a little too much Malfoy"
I frown at him and fold my right leg over my left knee, making him
smirk more. He stands up and sits beside me, taking his glasses off
and wiping away more sweat. I raise an eyebrow at him.
"What do
you think you're doing?" Green eyes stare through me and I
shudder slightly.
"Taking a break, you're turn to actually do
some work" I frown.
"You got to be joking Potter, there's no
way-"
"Then we'll have even more nights out here" Those
eyes glare at me, I had to put all my strength into not saying the
thoughts that crossed my mind, so instead I grab a cloth and a bottle
of polish.
"Fine, but if you tell anyone that I actually did any
of this, I'll curse you" He just shrugs and pulls his sweater
off. I glare at the floor and start work.
o~O~o~O~o~O~o
Two
bloody hours pass of me on that damned floor, gaining blisters on my
perfect hands and that damned Potter sitting on that desk telling me
that I'm scrubbing the floors wrong! I throw the cloth at his head
after he starts laughing again, I stalk up to him, getting into his
face.
"Damn you Potter!" His glasses slip down his nose while
he holds a stitch from laughing.
"Have you never done muggle
labour before?"
"Why would I need to do any kind of labour
when I have house elves at home?!" He sits up, a smile still in his
eyes.
"Calm down Malfoy, Merlin… You look ridiculous" I
growl and grab him by the front of his robes, causing him to topple
off and I pin him to the floor. "What are you doing?"
"Shuddup!
Don't make fun of me Potter, don't you ever!" I shove him and
he grunts.
"Malfoy, get off" I smirk.
"Yeah, I'll get
off Potter" he frowns and I place my knee at his groin, push his
hands into one hand, with the other I hold him down by his chest and
crush my mouth onto his.
"Mmmm!" He squirms underneath me and
I push my knee closer to his groin, making him stop, I pull away
panting heavily, sweat making my hair stick to my forehead, Potter
pants too, his glasses askew on his face. I release his hands and
remove them. He stares up at me still panting; I brush hair away from
his eyes and kiss him lightly.
"Malfoy…"
"Shuddup…"
I push my fingers under his shirt in search of his belt, my groin
aching for attention. Potter places his hands over mine, forcing me
to stare into those green eyes. "What?"
"Why?" He blushes
"… What are you doing?" I smirk.
"Doing as you said, I'm
gonna 'get off'" His hands squeeze mine and I raise an eyebrow.
"Can't you… Do that in a different manner?"
"Why
should I? you're the one who suggested it" He pulls himself into
a sitting position, blushing more.
"How about… Something
else…" I sit back.
"What do you have in mind Potter?" he
reaches forward, hands trembling and he unbuckles my belt.
"If
you tell anybody… That I did this Malfoy…" Potter glares up at
me, his ears turning red. "I will curse you so bad, that you will
be in the hospital wing for at least a month" I glare back,
blushing just as much.
"Potter, why would I degrade myself to
tell anyone that I received anything from you?"
"Watch
yourself Malfoy, I just might bite it off, now get off of me and into
the chair" I smirk, obliging quickly and sit myself down. Potter
kneels before me, removes my belt and I help him slip my pants down
for more access. He raises an eyebrow at the muggle brand briefs
stretched over my penis.
"What? They're comfy" he shrugs
and pulls them down, allowing a groan to vibrate in my throat as the
cool air hits my exposed member. Potter moistens his lips and wraps
his fingers around the base; he presses his lips to the base and
licks slowly up to the tip and back again, causing me to moan softly.
I grip the chair as I feel his hot breath coming out in short quick
pants over my prick before he engulfs the head fully, sucking long
and hard, pulling back and forth with his fingers. His head bobbing
in rhythm to his fingers, harder coming up and softer going down. I
can't help but squirm and allow my breathing to get out of hand, my
pants coming out harder and quicker.
"Potter…" I start
shaking as I become closer to my release, Potter just quickens the
pace until I blow my load, he slows down, sucking harder still,
making sure not to spill one drop. "Fuck me…" the rise and fall
of my chest slowing, Potter wipes his mouth on the back of his
sleeve. "What do you do? Practice on Weasley?" Potter smirks and
stands, adjusting his clothes, mostly around his groin.
"Maybe.
See you tomorrow night Malfoy"
o~O~o~O~o~O~o
I
scramble up the stairs to the dorms and stand before the frame of the
Fat Lady.
"Oh Harry, dear, you look a little shaken up, are you
alright?" I smile and attempt to flatten my hair.
"I'm fine,
just tired… Detention is a bit of hard
work"
"Alrighty then, tell me the password and be on your
way"
"Lollipops"
"Good boy, now go get some rest"
The frame swings open and I step into the small common room, the fire
burning warmly to the right of me, and the stairs to the boys dorms
to the left, Ron sleeping in the arm chair beside the fire. I smile
and walk over to him, I place a hand on his shoulder and he stirs
slightly.
"Goodnight Ron" I smile at him and head up to the
dorms. I check to make sure that the rest of the boys are sleeping
before replacing my uniform for pj's and jump unto my bed, closing
the curtains around me.
"Damn that Malfoy" I whisper, glaring
at the tent pitched in my pajama bottoms, before reaching down to
'take it down'. I grasp my shaft around the base and start
pumping, forget about silencing charms or lube, this has to be taken
care of now, or it'll be worse off later. Images of Malfoy panting
back in the classroom come to mind as I pump harder, my panting
becomes faster and my groans louder as I come closer to my release.
"Fuck you…" That pale smirking face dancing in my minds eye.
"Malfoy…"
