In this chapter our hero will live up to the rating M…!!
Harry's P.O.V.
"Malfoy?" I was surprised by the surprised tone in my voice. If that makes any sense. He looked at me with a look on his face I couldn't quite describe. It wasn't his usual hate. As I stood there, I suddenly felt like an idiot, because as he pointed out, I was just staring at him.
"Potter, what are you staring at?" I noticed my cheeks started to resemble the colour of a little piggy, luckily Malfoy didn't seem to notice, or else he hid it well.
"Potter, you're doing it again!" This time giving me time to answer.
"Uhhhh…." Well, I never said it was a good answer…
"It's not easy is it, producing sounds?" At these times I am reminded why I hate him so much.
"Malfoy just shut up, what are you doing in my room?" It is my room, sort of … anyway…
"I was just going to ask you the same thing." Never expect an answer out of a Malfoy.
"No, actually you were asking me about my staring habit." Not to smart to fall back on that sore point, I'll have to kick myself in the ass for that later!
"Yes, well, that would have been my next question." He might have not noticed my cheeks going piggy-style, but I certainly noticed his.
"Ah…" was the only sound I could produce after that. So there we stood, face to face, in the middle of what seemed a endless desert of white light. I never noticed it, but apparently I closed my eyes, only for a second. When I opened them again he stood very close to me. I wondered how he could have done that without me hearing him. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't, something was holding me back.
Before I knew what was happening, Malfoy's lips were touching mine, they just lightly touched. All my thoughts went away, all of them! All I could think was: I need more of him.
I put my arm around him, and pulled him to me. Again I found his lips on mine, this time truly kissing. After a few seconds my tongue bagged for entrance and it was quickly giving. Our tongues battled for dominance, I let him win, needing more of him, no matter how. I felt his hands going through my hair, as I did the same to him. His hair felt like silk, I almost got lost in it. When we both parted for a split second to breathe, he pulled my shirt of, I returned the favour. I found my self panting from the intense kiss and the gorgeous body in front of me. Malfoy turned to me and used a spell that removed all our clothes in a heartbeat. I felt my erection harden even more, if that was physically possible. He gave a smirk at me, I knew exactly what he wanted.
We moved towards each other again, kissing even more sloppy. His kisses went more south, first my neck. I bit my lip to hold back a moan, didn't succeed though. He smirked once again at the sound I made. His kisses trailed down my stomach. There he stopped, he looked up at me. I nodded and he put a kiss on my erection. The kiss alone made me moan, I couldn't stop it, my lip bleeded and I still couldn't stop it. Slowly he took my erection in his mouth he started to suck on it slowly. It drove me over the edge, I wanted to put myself in his mouth completely. But he had other plans for me. He licked softly while his hands were moving towards my balls. He gently massaged them as he continued to slowly suck on my erection.
"Malfoy, please…!!" I managed to say. He didn't answer, not so weird, seeing his current position.
"MmmmMalfoy" I once again tried. Still no luck, he continued to torture me.
"Fuck DRACO" I shouted. My eyes widened that second, he took my full length in his mouth and started to bobbing his head. Never removing his hands. I started thrusting myself matching the peas he set. I closed my eyes and felt my head moving backwards.
"DRACO" I shouted, and released myself in his mouth.
Normal P.O.V.
Both boys woke up panting in sweat and having quite the erection. The both sat up in their beds, looking shocked from what they just seemed to have dreamed. They finished themselves off, got dressed and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Draco's P.O.V.
"Draco, what's wrong honey?" Pansy asked while stroking my hair. Granted, the stroking the hair part I didn't notice until her awful voice woke me up from my daydream, which was staring the same actors as the night dream.
"Pansy, would you do me a favour?" She looked at me for a second, but didn't seem to doubt her answer.
"Sure, what ever you want sexy." Oh, that voice again.
"Get and stay away from me for at least 4 days." She looked hurt, but really my ears couldn't take the sound that came rolling out of that mouth anymore. She jus didn't have the same mouth as a certain Gryffindor. How much I want to kiss that mouth again…But she had to wake me up AGAIN from my day dream.
"Why, sweety, am I not satisfying you enough?" Oh, that voice.
"No, you are not, now FUCK OFF!" I may have said that a bit too hard, I get that idea because everybody was looking at me. Not that I am not used to that…was Harry looking? This time I woke myself up.
"Blaise?" I turned to the person across from me.
"Yeah?"
"I seriously need to get laid, follow me." Blaise always did exactly what I wanted, in love with me or something…I don't know. As we approached the dungeons, I suddenly felt the urge to tell Blaise to fuck off. I did, got weird look on Blaise's face back and I stormed to my room. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Harry's P.O.V.
The entire day is bothering me!! You wake up to that, then your friends are nagging at you, because you look so terrible. Of course I look terrible, I wonder what they would look like if they just dreamed THAT about Dra-Malfoy. And now Dumbledore wants something from me. It must be about Voldemort again, we never talk about anything else. Not that it is a bad thing not to talk about anything else, but it makes those visits a little bit more tense and definitely less fun!
I approached the gargoyle outside of his office, gave it the password, original as always: Chocolate bars. Always candy, muggle or from wizards, as long as it was candy.
"Harry, good you made it." Yeah, really comfortable to start a conversation off that way when an mass murderer is looking for you, and only you. Yeah, I agree, you made it is a good way to start off.
"Yes, well, you wanted to talk to me about something sir?" He smiled, he always does that. Usually this is the point were he says: "I have some bad news for you Harry", or "we've just learned that…" followed by a "so you'll have to…"
"Harry, you're seventeen now right?" Okay, asking about my age, this is new, and disturbing.
"Yes sir."
"And you are a prefect?" Coming as a question from the person who made me one.
"Yes sir."
"So you have your own room?" Has he lost his mind? Literally.
"Yes sir, may I ask why you state the obvious?"
"Sorry, I just wanted you to have all the facts laid out before I tell you why I called you here." Next he's going to ask me what I ate for breakfast.
"Have you seen the white room Harry?"
"Yes."
"What happened there?" LIKE I'M COMFORTABLE TALKING ABOUT THAT….!!
"Uh…"
"Just as I expected." Dumbledore seemed happy with me, I don't get that man.
"Sir, I don't get it."
Dumbledore waited a second. "Harry, in that chamber lies the answer to any person, in this case you, because you visited the room." He smiled. "It shows you, well, you. It has the answer to defeating Voldemort inside." Even though Dumbledore was a wise man and I have always trusted him and did everything what he asked of me, this was ridiculous. I found Malfoy in that room, and he is most certainly not me or the way to defeat Voldemort. He might be the way for Voldemort to defeat me but not the other way around.
"Sir, I am not quite certain we're talking about the same thing. I didn't see a way to defeat Voldemort inside there."
"What did you see?"
"Malfoy"
"Yes, that is quite shocking." No one ever told the man that when you say: "that's quite shocking" you might actually want to look shocked. "I think that you, your inner you, tells you mister Malfoy has the strength you need to defeat Voldemort."
"Sir..." I started a sentence, but no one let's me finish anymore nowadays.
"Yes, I think it's wise for you and mister Malfoy to be put in a same room. I notify the house elves immediately to move both your stuff in a room on the 6th floor.
"But sir…"
"That's all for now Harry."
"But sir…" Dumbledore waved his hand at me as a gesture for me to leave. Sharing a room with Malfoy, him being the answer to defeating Voldemort. From which tower has that man jumped??