As Harry sat at the Gryffindor at the start of dinner, he did his usual scan on the Great Hall. Although the tables were full, Harry was sure that his target wasn't present.

"And?" Ron asked as behave his friends his full attention. "Is he here?"

Harry shook his head.

"Is this Malfoy again?" Hermione hissed in annoyance. When she got no reply, she added, "As I've told you before, if there's anything going on, Dumbledore will already know about it."

Harry didn't respond. As Hermione has said, this was an old argument, and they had already gone through all their points. And Harry didn't want to admit that the reason he was looking for Malfoy wasn't due to any devious plots. After Harry had snuck into the Slytherin Common Room, he had expected Malfoy to get back at him. But it had been weeks, and he had only given Harry sly smiles when no one else was watching. This proved to make Harry even hornier; he kept expecting Malfoy to sneak up on him in every situation.

Every meal where Malfoy was missing, Harry imagined what the blond Slytherin was doing. Invariably, Harry had to excuse himself halfway through the meal to jerk off in the bathroom. Hermione probably thought he went to look for Malfoy, and she wouldn't be completely wrong. But although Harry always left the door to the cubicle ajar, he always finished alone. Already, even though the food hadn't yet appeared on the table yet, Harry felt his cock swell in his pants.

When the food finally appeared, Harry busied himself with choosing assorted dishes, then picked at his food, his mind still occupied with a naked Malfoy. Around him, the other sixth years talked about the upcoming exams, a subject that Harry was already bored to death with, so he was left alone. Harry had almost decided excuse himself when he felt a hand slip inside his pants.

"About fucking time!" he muttered under his breath.

Malfoy's bony fingers curled around Harry's cock, his cool skin a balm on Harry's hot member. Harry stifled a moan as his cock sprang free of his pants, and into Malfoy's mouth. Harry tried hard to control his reactions so that his friends wouldn't notice anything. He gripped the table hard, and clamped down on his emotions.

"What do you think, Harry?" someone said.

Harry looked up to see everyone looking at him.

"Sorry, what did you say?" he asked. "I wasn't concentrating."

Hermione gave Harry a sharp look; she probably thought he was thinking of ways to find out Malfoy's plans, and she was half right. The others weren't suspicious.

"We were just talking about the Charms exam", Seamus said. "Neville thinks that there'll be something on the Hardening Charm. What do you think?"

Harry thought about it for a moment. All the while, Malfoy was sucking his cock under the table.

"Possibly", Harry finally said. "Flitwick hinted that it would be important, didn't he?"

"I told you!" Neville said. "In our first class."

"It'll be worth knowing it anyway", Dean added.

Now that the attention was off him, Harry let out a low whimper. One hand picked up his fork, and moved food around his plate, giving the pretence of eating, while the other slipped under the table to curl in Malfoy's hair. Harry nearly choked on a roast potato when, a few minutes later, one of Malfoy's fingers pressed into his hole. Coughing, Harry leant forward to pick up a jug of water. As he did so, Harry felt his cock go deeper into Malfoy's mouth. To his relief and admiration, Malfoy didn't choke. Rather, this movement gave Malfoy time to reposition himself. By the time Harry had recovered from his coughing fit, Malfoy had two fingers embedded within him, pressing against his prostate.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked him as he sat back.

"Yeah, yeah", Harry replied quickly, breathing deeply as Malfoy's fingers scissored back and forward in his arse.

He saw Ron and Hermione exchange a look, and knew that a serious conversation was coming.

"You've been a bit… distracted recently", Hermione said, her eyes glancing again at Ron, urging him to speak.

"Yeah", Ron agreed. "If you want to talk, we're always happy to do so."

All Harry wanted to do was run away, and avoid this conversation, but he knew he couldn't. For one, Ron and Hermione would follow it up later. And also, it was hard to get away when his cock was deep inside a Slytherin's mouth, and he had two fingers up his arse. Harry masqueraded a moan as a cough before speaking.

"I know", he replied. "I know I can trust you with anything. I'm just a bit stressed about exams."

Ron looked mollified, but Harry could see that Hermione was still suspicious.

"I think that this is about the Malfoy thing", she said in a low voice, bringing up that subject again.

Harry felt the Slytherin in question stop everything he was doing. Harry only just managed to stop himself mewling in frustration in time. He was so close to cumming.

"You have some sort of obsession with him!" she continued. "It's not healthy. You need to stop trying to find out what he's up to."

Harry was going crazy. He could feel Malfoy's warmth on his cock and in his arse, but without the Slytherin moving, Harry knew he couldn't cum. Involuntarily, he thrust into Malfoy, but Malfoy had been expecting it, and pulled back at the same time, giving Harry no solace.

"You're right", he said finally. "I need to stop. I'll find out what Malfoy's up to what the time is right."

Hermione looked stunned at his agreement. Malfoy, as well, was mollified, as he resumed his sucking.

"Good", Hermione said, sounding relieved. "I'm happy you're seeing sense."

She smiled at Harry, then turned back to her food. Ron caught Harry's eye and winked at him. Harry grinned, but turned it into a gasp nearly as soon as Ron looked away; Malfoy fingers had pressed against Harry's prostate.

Malfoy swirled his tongue over the head of Harry's cock. This was enough to push him over the edge. Harry came as silently as he could, only his trembling body betraying the orgasm that overwhelmed him like a tsunami. For his part, Malfoy swallowed every drop of Harry's cum. Then he withdrew his fingers from the Gryffindor's arse, and his mouth from Harry's cock. Harry didn't see Malfoy crawl from under the table, nor even see a disturbance where he left, but when he looked there at the end of the meal, the Slytherin was gone, leaving only a wet patch on his own seed on the ground in front of Harry.