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.

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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"

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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…"