A/N: ugh, Mondays. How exhausting. Anyways, new chapter for this story. I hope you all understood and enjoyed the first chapter.
"Ron, for the thousandth time, it's easier to crush a Sopophorous Bean with the flat side of a silver dagger!" Hermione said in annoyance, as she made her way to the library with Ron and Harry. "That's the best way to get the juice out for the Draught of Living Death!"
"Well excuse me," Ron said sarcastically, "for not being a know-it-all and studying potions way out of our league!"
"Ronald," she said irritably at him. "We made a Polyjuice Potion in our second year – "
"You did," Ron said bitterly. "And in Moaning Myrtles bathroom yet."
"Well, that's because I did my research and I study hard and…"
They lowered their voices as the entered the library.
"Harry, I'm going to find Advanced Potion-Making and show Ron how to make his potion," Hermione whispered as she waved in a friendly manner to the librarian, "so you go find a table and I'll help you in a minute."
"Okay, thanks Hermione" Harry smiled. He fixed his bag over his shoulder and went to the far corner of the library to his favourite table. It was usually the most quiet and best to do work there.
Harry sat down and pulled out his books, and started on his essay on antidotes and where to find them. He was writing about bezoar, a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, when a harassed looking Draco Malfoy entered the library.
Draco was still fuming from his conversation with Blaise and Pansy at lunch. How dare they tell him who he likes? Sure, Potter looked good enough for a shag or too, but surely there was no feelings between them. He sneered randomly at a few first years who were giving him a questioning look, but they cowered and turned away from him. Draco smirked inwardly to himself, feeling content at the power of his deadly expressions.
Draco made his way to the back of the library where he wouldn't at all be disturbed when –
"Potter!" Draco snarled dangerously at him. "Get out of my table!"
Harry jumped at Draco's outburst, but quickly calmed realizing who it was. "This library is big enough for the both of us, Malfoy" he said cooly, "and I'm not going anywhere."
Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously as Harry turned his back on him. He took hold of the back of Harry's chair and pulled him with tremendous force that Harry nearly fell backwards.
"What do you think you're doing!" Harry shouted angrily as his ink bottle spilt all over his Potions essay.
"I told you to move, Potter!" Draco shot back.
In a flash, Hermione was there with Ron at her heel.
"What do you two think you're doing!" she hissed. "Yelling in a library, Madam Pince will be furious!"
"I don't give a flying fuck what the stupid librarian thinks!" Draco growled at her. "What are you even doing here, don't you have ever book in here memorized yet? Get out of here you irritating filthy know-it-all."
"Don't you dare talk to Hermione like that, you little ferret face!" barked Ron, who called Hermione a know-it-all almost everyday.
Draco raised a fist to throw a punch, but before it could even come close to Ron Harry tackled him. Draco fell harshly on his back with Harry on top of him. Draco groaned, either from the pain from the fall, or the delicious pleasure of Harry's leg moving against his groin.
Harry tried to pin Draco down as both of them threw punches everywhere; Draco doing so half-heartedly. Draco ignored Hermione's squeals for them to stop, and Ron trying to pull Harry off of Draco. But Draco wasn't about to let that happen, and he shifted to the side, rolling himself and Harry away from the others. As they rolled, Draco dared a grab at Harry ass, who remained oblivious to Draco's sly actions. Draco managed to top on Harry, and looked Harry maliciously in the eyes as he pushed his hips down on Harry. Thanks to the thickness of their robes, Hermione and Ron failed to notice, but Harry gave Draco an odd look. Before he could do anything, Draco quickly punched his side before he was yanked off of Harry.
Ron threw Draco aside on the floor once more, as Madam Pince appeared around a bookcase.
"Potter! Malfoy!" she shrieked. "How dare you fight in my library!"
She grabbed the two of them by their ears, and they moved awkwardly so she wouldn't pull on their ears too hard. She started to walk towards the exit, pulling the two by their ears.
"Disgusting!" she howled. "Of course neither of you thought of the books…"
She threw the two of them out of the library, glaring at them. "Don't you enter again until the both of you learn some responsibility!"
"But it wasn't my fault - !" Harry protested.
Madam Pince help up a hand to silence him, and turned on her heel back to her desk.
Harry turned on Malfoy, glaring at him. "Great Malfoy!" he shouted. "Just great! How the hell am I going to finish my essay now?"
"Yea, like I really care about you're stupid essays." Draco spat. Harry was about to throw another punch, when Hermione appeared with what was left of Harry's essay and Ron pulling Harry away from Draco.
They didn't say anything as they lead Harry out of the corridor, not once looking back. Draco stood there, groaning in frustration. He was so close to Harry, so close yet so far. He thought of how great Harry's ass felt cupped in his hand, and growled as his cock grew harder.
Draco quickly left and made his way to the dungeons. He was becoming painfully hard as he played the fight over and over again in his head. He barked the password to the Syltherin Common Room and stormed inside. It was crowded, but most people moved out of his way, not daring to say anything. He made his way to the boy's dormitories and slammed the door loudly behind him.
He plopped down on his bed, shutting the hangings and setting spells so he wouldn't be disturbed. He laid on his back, and began to rub his hand on his hard on through his trousers. He ran his other hand through his air, already taking shallow breaths. Becoming impatient, he unzipped his pants and groaned deep in his throat as he twisted his hand loosely around his hard cock.
He began to stroke softly, teasing himself. Immediately a Fantasy Harry came into his mind. He moaned aloud at the thought. He used his thumb to rub the pre-cum around his dick as he thought of Fantasy Harry's tongue swirling around the head. Draco looked down and almost saw Fantasy Harry's sparkling green eyes staring back up at him while sucking ruthlessly on him. Panting, he stroked himself faster and harder, but only just enough to savor the thoughts of Fantasy Harry sucking him off. He began to wonder what Harry's tongue could do with his Parseltongue skills. His balls were tightening as he remembered back in his second year, hearing Harry speak it. He cried out as he came hard in his hand, every fraction of him feeling the wave of pleasure.
Draco laid on his bed for a few moments, catching his breathe and waiting for his heart to calm down. Soon, he looked for his wand and cleaned himself as he sat up on his bed. He quickly adjusted his pants as he pulled his hangings open. He made a move towards the door and opened it to find Blaise leaning against the wall with a devilish smile.
Draco looked thoroughly annoyed as he made to push Blaise away, but he didn't budge.
"What do you want now?" Draco sneered.
Blaise continued to smirk at Draco. "You called his name," he said slyly.
For a moment, Draco was appalled that for one, he forgot the Silencing Charm, and second, that Blaise had listened to him. He opened his mouth angrily, ready to defend himself, when Blaise held up his hand to shush Draco. He simply turned around, and giving Draco another I-told-you smirk, he made his way back to the Common Room.
A/N: I've got quite a few more chapters up for this story, I think I'll post another soon. Please review; if you do I'll review yours! D