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This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author Notes

Because I love a good compliment and have been reading SO much slash on , I decided to grace you with a sequel. After this I may even post more chapters of different situations. I like this one most. Cliche of course, but it's always a good read. I hope mine is.

Curse Lust

I didn't tell anyone. I couldn't. My humiliation was just to much for me to actually even mention where I was instead of at the Great Hall for dinner. Malfoy acted like absolutely nothing had happened over the past two days. It irritated me to no end and I wanted to talk to him about it but didn't want to admit he of all people had made me cum.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked for probably the fifth time in an hour.

I bent over my paper more intently. But it would be pointless trying to pretend I hadn't heard her say my name when she was barely a meter away. I looked at her concerned hazel eyes, slight pleading hidden in the depths.

"Nothing. What makes you think there is anything wrong?"

I knew her answer before she said it. "It's just... you kind of over reacted before when Ron asked if you'd found your charms book."

So maybe I flew off the handle a little for no reason, I heated up at how obvious it all was if I only mentioned one name. The puzzle would fit and both Hermione and Ron would know what had happened. Instead... I ignored it.

"I think I'm going to head to bed. I'm getting tired." I grabbed my books and half written on parchment.

Hermione didn't protest or keep me there. She could see it in my eyes that I was tried and that I hadn't slept properly in a while. Ever since Malfoy actually.

Ron was already upstairs with his drapes drawn around his bed. Maybe I should try and apologize. For a second I almost hopped in my bed and pulled the curtains around it. But a small niggling made me hesitate. Ron was my best friend and I hated getting angry and causing fights between us for no reason. After the Triwizard Tournament I tried as much as I could not to give a reason for us to grow apart again. It made me too hostile and moody when he wasn't there to lighten my mood. Instead I dropped my books and script down and pulled his drapes tentively out of the road.

"Ron?" I whispered.

His eyes were shut and his mouth was gaping open like he was in shock. "I don't want the demonters to kiss me!" he murmered. I stiffled a laugh and prodded his shoulder. "They're so... cold and slimy." he argued.

Ron was a deep sleeper, I don't think I will be getting anywhere with him right now. Though I was tired, I was also sluggish. Like when you wake up late in the morning and sit in bed for a couple of hours until you realise you feel like absolute shit and go have a shower and freshen up.

"The demtentors won't kiss you. Your breath smells too bad." I whispered to his ear.

He smiled in relief. "Good. Don't wanna kiss the dementors. They don't wanna kiss me. Good," he repeated.

I grinned at how random Ron's dreams were. All the time. I went back to my trunk and took out my cloak and pajamas. I didn't want Hermione to question my whereabouts and it was slowly drawing closer to the hour where walking around corridors were forbidden. I wanted a nice, long hot bath. It might make everything solve itself. The least it can do for me is clear my mind for just a few minutes.

My cloak slid over me like silk, hiding me from everything except myself. I always knew where to place me feet, how light to step and when to expect the teachers who prowled the hallways for students. I moved silently through the common room, surprised to see Hermione asleep on a big, crimson armchair. Of course no one turned to look at the empty space near the portrait as it swung open from the inside.

"I can't believe Malfoy! The bastard just wigged out of quidditch practice for some tail!"

What were Slytherins doing near the Gryffindoor common room? And Malfoy missing quidditch practice for a rendeavouz? I thought he would be putting all his effort into quidditch considering the amount of times he's won against me. None. It was Zabini and Pucey. Both leaning against a wall around the corner, it almost seemed like they were waiting for someone. No one from Gryffindoor hopefully. Of course they didn't see me as I walked past them but I saw Zabini stare into the space where my feet would be.

"Who was it this time?"

Pucey hesitated. Against my will I walked slower, waiting for the answer. He obviously knew something he didn't want to say in front of Zabini. "Probably Mullens."

A smirk blossomed on Zabini's face. "The lucky bastard. How does he do it?"

Thats all I wanted. I continued walking to the prefects bathroom. I couldn't thank Cedric enough for telling me about this place. Though of course, I couldn't still thank him. The memory of him was still here everytime I saw Cho but I couldn't thank his memory. It just didn't seem normal.

I locked the door behind me as I entered the long, spacey room. The huge bathtub appealed so much to my muggy brain that I couldn't get my clothes off quick enough. The tub filled quickly with warm water and bubbles. I slid in contently with a sigh. I proceeded to do a couple laps, but only a couple. I was so tired. I slid back to the shallows and closed my eyes. The silence was so calming and I needed it alot the past few years.

Malfoy. It was inevitable. Of course in my moment of peace I had to go think of him and what happened. It was unfair on me for him to do something like that. He already pissed me off and badgered me to no end in person and now he was doing it subconsciously without being around. I remembered the danger in his eyes as he flipped me over. I could feel the blood rushing south at the mere memory. I was so confused. Was he gay? Did he like boys? Then why would he ditch quidditch for a bubble headed girl? 'I want to break the golden boy.' It made me mad. He couldn't break me. It was all so-

"Potter?"

The voice made me jump and instantly I covered myself, though the bubbles were still intact. Malfoy.

"What the hell are you doing here?! Get the fuck out! Now!" I hollered.

I could feel my cheeks flush red but another whole lot of blood flooded south. He was standing right in front of the entrance with a white fluffy towel around his waist. Unconsciously aware of it, I checked him out. Oh. He sure was a sight.

His hair wasn't gelled in place but hanging over his eyes. It was almost glowing in the pale light of the small window. It looked soft and light as feather. I wanted to touch it. His eyes weren't their usual sharp, mean selves. They also looked softer. Kinder. Silver shine. But there was something in them that made me wonder. His mouth was fuller than I remembered just this morning. Rosy pink lips parted slightly in surprise. Part in curiousity. I followed the curve of his jaw to his neck which inevitably led to his collarbone. All of it was so unbelievably perfect to possibly be real. My eyes went to his torso next. The white school shirts didn't do his muscled chest justice. It hid the delicious pectorials and tight abdominal muscles. My eyes followed the small trail of white, blonde hair to his towel. Slightly put out he was still wearing-

WHAT?!

What the hell am I thinking?! Sure... his skin looked so unbelievably soft that it was SO hard not to call him closer. Just to touch it. See if it felt as good as it looke-

STOP!

I shuddered and tried to ignore the erection that was slowly forming at the view I had of the Slytherin 'Sex God'. Malfoy stared at me staring at him and liked my reaction. His smile now became predatory.

"I guess it's just you and me now." He started walking closer, his hips swaying in a way a guys shouldn't.

I didn't think it possible for a male to be so... sensual- I think that was the right word- unintentionally. Despite my hard on I frowned.

"What are you doing?" I demanded. Despite my words, I couldn't decide where to look. All of it was sooo-

I shivered and sunk lower into the water, placing my hands over my boner. Out of view. Hopefully.

"Well I came in here to take a nice, warm bath." He smirked and dropped his towel. "And I intend to do so."

It was all so overpowering! Oh, the view! I had to bite down hard on my lip not to squeak at the exposure of his firm, muscled... everything. My eyes betrayed me as I followed the white, blonde trail again. This time it didn't meet a dead end. I followed it into the white, blonde pubic hairs where something else was in plain sight. I looked away quickly and knew I was screwed. Literally. Or at least, I will be. I looked into the water and closed my eyes. He's not here. No one else is in this room with me. Pure imagination. I felt the water move around me and I knew he had just slid in. I didn't dare open my eyes.

"Have you been thinking about what happened just as much as I have?"

Knowing he had been thinking about it made me moan quitely. He heard it. I was sure.

"I keep seeing your eyes. Just as you came. I wanna do it again." The words were like magic.

I couldn't seem to say or do anything. The power his low, husky voice had over me made me want to cry. It was hopeless trying to fight it. My body was to damn selfish. I wanted him to do it again. A thousand times over. I wanted him to break me. To make me bleed as he forced himself inside me. It excited me and I moaned louder.

"I can tell you want it. Just the way you looked at me this morning during breakfast. I saw it. Saw the need." He breathed over my lips.

My eyes popped open at how close he felt. Oh. He was close. I would only have to lean forward a couple of centremetres to close the gap on his full lips. His breath continued to brush over my face. Like a spell. It entranced me. It told me to move closer. To close the gap. To touch him. But I did no such thing. I wasn't that thick. Malfoy leaned forward, his pink tongue darting out of those lips to lick along my neck. Not to pleasure me. Just to taste. But still. His tongue left a trail of fire prickling in my skin. The moan from my lips this time was greedy and selfish. Touch me again. This time was different to before. He was still in power and still wanted to seduce then break me. But this time I welcomed it. And this time, he let me touch him.

While he kept licking a trail of fire over me, I touched his hair. It was soft, light and feathery. Just how I imaginied it would feel. Even better. My hands moved down to his body. His body was slightly more muscular than mine but still we were similar. Except when I touched myself it was nothing like touching Malfoy. It felt forbidden and naughty. Yet exciting and arousing. I neaded his skin in my hand. Enjoying it all being so firm, soft and warm. He shuddered and in one movement rippled his whole body to press against all the right spots on mine. Our erections brushed and I whimpered.

This fire didn't burn in the bad way. It was in the right way. I wished I had forgotten my charms book ages ago. just to be in this unbearable pleasure now. He didn't kiss my lips. It almost seemed like he was doing it on purpose. But I didn't tell me to, I didn't want him to leave me in such a state. His hand touched the tip of my cock.

"Gah." I groaned and shuddered, bucking into his warm hand.

He looked at my face and almsot smiled. He seemed to think better of it and smirked. His hand wrapped around my cock and in slow movements- just like last time- moved up and down slowly. I didn't complain. Finding the slow torture exciting. I could feel the pressure building and he went faster. He squeezed my shaft and cupped my balls. Building, building. He saw it on my face and went faster. His breaths becomming faster and he leant forward to press our lips together. They were so soft. He pressed his erection against mine again. Lingering. I came in long, sticky spurts into his hand and on his chest.

Malfoy laughed. "I think having a bath was a very good decision on our part."