Chapter 3: Not lost yet.
"This wasn't my plan, Potter..." whispered Draco, settling behind the armchair, hands lifting Harry's chin to look him in the eyes as his other hand went for the back of his neck, to where short blond hair ended in a pointed spot that trailed faintly down his spine... " ...to molest my own body that is. But I can't help myself...control over you...is everything I ever wanted..."
Harry's eyes slid shut. His heart was thundering in his chest, and he was awfully aware of every inch of his borrowed body. His senses were ablaze, and every whisper from the man standing behind him, fingers playing softly with his head, was making his pores cry out from the heat, while his mind commanded that he remained alarmed to the all but friendly presence about to attack his body.
"You have no such thing over me, Malfoy" said Harry, voice as steady as he could, but still noticeable hoarse. Every contact with his skin was strangely sending goosebumps down his spine.
Draco hummed and walked to stand in front of the armchair, facing Harry. He looked into his gray blue eyes and smiled wickedly. Harry watched as the man that looked exactly like him and yet so unlike him knelt in front of the armchair and between his parted legs. The crowd cat-called wildly, but Harry's eyes and ears were focused on Draco, whose hands moved to his belt, unbuckling slowly.
"What are you doing?" he managed to utter, feeling his cock jump at the brush of fingers so close,at the strange image of himself kneeling in front of Draco Malfoy in what was a very suggestive position...But he wasn't kneeling, no. Perhaps it would be better to actually be the Harry Potter in front of him, because then he wouldn't have to see himself, eyes almost black with lust, leave his belt and catch the fabric of his shirt between his teeth and pull up, revealing white skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. He wouldn't have to feel the way Draco's skin would react if he actually was doing these things to him, was standing there, hands on both thighs, ready to blow him off...
"Merlin!Stop!" he averted his gaze from Draco, holding his breath and suppressing a grunt he felt like releasing. "Is my body not working right for you, Mr. Potter?" Draco smirked, and Harry faced him once more. Draco's expression hardened, brow furrowing. "You think you can be a constant cock-tease and always get away with it, don't you? Your pitiful attempts to insult me, to stand up to me, even to hurt me, you grab- you push- you hit, and my dreams are stuck on you, fucking Potter-boy. I will make you see it through my eyes, feel it with my body."
As Draco's words sank in Harry's mind, he found out he was now numbing. The only part of him he could still feel was aching for friction, and the only thing he wanted was release, Draco's hand to touch, pump, tease to oblivion..."You-dream of me?" Harry whispered back, eyes closing and opening lazily again, as the button of his pants popped open by Draco's fingers, and Draco slightly rose to his feet, looming above him.
"Do you admit to have lost this game, Potter?"
Harry did not expect that. It was wise to admit his defeat and walk away while the whole school was oblivious of his arousal. But he really hated to lose to Malfoy...And it was something else as well...he wasn't sure he wanted Draco to stop, now that he was feeling his body more excited than ever...Well not actually his body, but he was still Harry, right?
"I haven't lost yet" he spat, feeling his lips go dry as Draco smirked.
"Then I may as well do this right"
Draco's voice was heard throughout the hall, while his eyes stayed fixed on Harry's, and Harry sank into the armchair, his cheeks pulsating with heat, his legs still spread with Draco standing between them. "Potter here, I mean, Draco Malfoy here, thinks he can handle anything I do..." Draco turned to the crowd, turning his back at Harry "So I've decided. You tell me where to look, and how to do it." it was ingenious. That way, he couldn't be accused of harassing Potter, he would just be a good player. While Harry...Harry had only make one sound, one movement that would give him away, and the fault would be all his.
Draco knelt by the side of the armchair, resting his face on his palm, waiting for the cheers and laughter to stop, with a devilish grin in his face. It died down to mere whispers very soon, and Draco urged : "Shall we then? Yes, you? "
"In his pockets! Both hands, as slow as you can" spoke the girl, and squeaks of enthusiasm erupted around her. Draco looked at Harry, and Harry's gaze grew determined . Hands in pockets, that was tolerable. He put on a straight face.
"Ready?" whispered Draco, who moved behind the armchair, so as the crowd could have a full view of his actions, and to Harry's desperation-to Harry's reactions as well. He closed his eyes.
Strong hands were diving in his pockets, and he suppressed the urge to gasp, because any kind of swifting of his pants was making his cock twitch, his erection left untreated for too long...Draco's hands dove deeper, and then, just when he thought that was it, it was over, Draco stretched the fabric, putting more pressure on Harry's prick, and Harry felt like moaning and thrusting but he held back, clenching his teeth. "Brave, horny little Gryffindor...that's so..." he stretched even more, and Harry thought this was it, he was going mad... "...so filthy, Potter. What are your friends going to say?"
"Shut it"
"My oh my. You're edgy tonight" Draco smirked, and pulled his hands out.
"Not there." he spoke loudly. And hands were raised. He picked another girl.
"Look in his navel"she said, and Draco crooked an eyebrow at her "...with your tongue" finished the girl, and cat calls were the only thing you could hear in the hall.
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Harry yelled, shocked. He wouldn't stand a tongue on his body for Merlin's sake!Not Draco fucking licking him!! He simply wasn't going to have it.
"Shhhhhhhh!" Draco silenced the crowd and talked " Our brave lion is giving up. This is all he can stand...your perfect, brave, straight little hero..."
"Shut up !!!!!! I won't quit."
Draco moved again to the side, and knelt by the armchair. As their eyes met, Harry's mouth fell open, and he licked his lips. "I am straight, Malfoy" he whispered, irritated.
"Yes, yes, straight as your prick, Potter." a grin was drawn on his lips and Harry gasped, his words making him want to grab him and ravish him, feel all this promise in those stolen green orbs.
He felt his shirt being raised above his navel and braced himself for hellfire.
He saw his own face lean above his navel, and lust filled eyes locked on his own.
"Or should I say, straight as my prick, Potter? Have you taken a good look at it? I'm quite proud of it"
Harry gulped down, because he really had picked in Draco's pants, and even if he was only half hard when he did so, he could now picture that long cock fully erect, dripping with precum...And then fire came, as Draco's tongue touched his skin, wet and cold against his heated flesh, licking a circle around his navel, and all he could think was pleas for him to stop, because he couldn't hold his voice any longer, but Draco's tongue dove in the crook of his navel, teasing, and his voice broke, and he grunted from deep in his throat, he could almost see the shock in his friend's faces, could feel the mocking stare of the Slytherins, the shock of his House... But he didn't care. His hands went for Draco's head, and sank into his hair, and he half-opened his eyes, seeing the beautiful, majestic blond of Draco's hair, his aristocratic frame knelt in front of him, his tongue still touching his skin, and a smirk on his beautiful face...
Blond-they had changed back! Fuck.
Draco leaned in, and Harry took in a deep breath of air. "The answer is yes. I dream of you. But in the end...'you are straight, they say'" and as Draco quoted Harry's words, a hand dived in his pants and Harry thought hell had burst in thousands of aflame little pieces that were now falling on his cock, and Draco brushed against the hardened length, watching Harry bite his lips and draw a snap breath...
And he had it in his hand-the golden ball that is. He held it in front of Harry, who was trying hard to control his breathing, and rose to his feet, holding it high.
"Got it" he said simply, and the hall applauded and cheered. Harry was not sure who had won. His hard-on was more painful than ever, and he was living in the shock of almost having come at Draco's touch. He stood up "I'm out of here"
But then a strong, pale hand was grasping his wrist, and he turned to see eyes dilated with lust and amusement. Then those perfect lips moved, and Harry knew he was damned.
"As you've found out, the boner has not left along with my features, Potter. My straight, straight hero..."
I have updated,yes it's true. I am quite unsure of if I should end this here, hmmm I'll have to think about it!:)
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