Cyrusys 4
Harry awoke with nothing close to a clean conscience.
The first 5-minutes of being awake was like opening his eyes into a new life. He had been in a bathroom, alone with, and kissing Draco.
It was a new chapter in his school life; however, he was hardly able to tell with the ever-present cloud of war that was always in his mind…even his latest dreams had exotic undertones amidst the darkness.
He kept getting a minor fit of butterflies when he thought about the encounter, and the fact that he was going to be in that bathroom in a few hours. It was that line of thought that made him try just a bit harder to make his hair flat…to no avail.
Walking into the great hall was uneventful…until Draco came drifting in, flanked by his cronies Crabb and Goyle. Draco turned slyly towards the Gryffindor table, unknown to his comrades and gave Harry the up and down eye scan. Harry did not have enough time to compose himself, or to even change his expression into something other than 'this tea is hot' mixed with 'oh shit there he is,' which he knew Draco took as another point to his cool bank.
Now, while Draco was discreet enough to not call attention to his glances, Harry did not have this ability. Ron was looking rather confoundedly from the Slytherin table to the Gryffindor table, and back again, trying to decipher the odd behavior of his friend.
But this was not of great success, as Ron has not yet been caffeinated, so Ron just blurted out, "Harry, what got you?"
With a neck-popping crack Harry snapped out of his stupor and turned to Ron, "Malfoy." Harry did not realize how he breathed the name gracefully from his lips until Ron's face screwed up into puzzlement. "I mean, he has been particularly irksome lately. Haven't you noticed?"
"What has he been doing to you?" Ron said defensively, ready to take Harry's words with his fist and finally beat Malfoy right.
Harry leaned in close. He decided that he owed Ron something akin to an explanation of his frustration, though never in his right mind would he tell him the whole story. "He stole my potions book."
"No! That git!" Ron said sitting a little taller as to say that he had Harry's back should he decide to go into battle.
"Yea." But before Harry could get Ron more wound up, Draco decided that he would publicly toy with Harry before their meeting in that night.
"Well, well. If it isn't the boy that shouldn't have lived. Everything all right, Scar-head, Weasel-bee?
"Shove it up your ass, Malfoy." Ron said darkly before slowly standing up and turning towards the Slytherin Trio.
"Ron, don't." Harry said quietly as possible as he grabbed Ron's robe to pull him away from the confrontation.
"Oh my, Potter. Seems you have something on your tie." Draco rolled taking a slow step towards Harry.
"What?" Harry looked down and instantly remembered the encounter involving a stone wall, stone floor, Draco stealing his book, and his tie gagging him.
The tie was rather defiled looking, but Harry only had a moment to think about it. Draco had taken a step forward while Harry was looking down. By the time he looked up, Draco was right in front of him.
"Hello there." Draco said darkly. He allowed a very heavy pause to settle between then before he made a swift movement towards Harry and punched him in the stomach.
Harry keeled over but Draco's arm held him, keeping him from falling over onto the bench and giving his own actions away.
Looking behind Draco, Harry could see Ron being restrained by the wall known as Crabb and Goyle. He was alone in the arms of Draco, but in front of the whole Great Hall.
Harry knew teachers would be bearing down on the Slytherin/Gryffindor squabble any moment, as did Draco when he continued. "You are mine, Potter."
"What?" Harry said with short breaths, still trying to fill his lungs.
"Midnight is the time." Draco said in a hush against Harry's ear as he slowly let his arm give way, carefully depositing Harry on the bench of the table and motioning to his cronies to follow suit.
"Fuck you, Malfoy."
Draco said nothing, but merely looked lustfully at Harry, mentally replying: 'with pleasure, Potter.
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Harry took in the resounding steps on the stone steps leading to the bathroom. They were louder than normal in his ears. 'How did I not notice them before? Do I always walk this heavily?' He stopped to gain some composure. 'Calm down, Harry. Lets not forget the debauchery you are about to, have, want to…really want to commit.'
He stood in the same spot and let out a long sigh, but before he could take a deep breath in, a strong hand grabbed his upper arm and pulled him harshly into the bathroom. He was pulled so hard that when released momentum took him into the wall. This time delay gave Draco enough time to lock the door and whisper a silencing charm to surround the room and its occupants.
"Ouch, Draco. Damn it." Harry said, though his tone was not as convincing as he thought it was.
"Maybe you like it, Harry. Have you ever considered it?" Draco said smoothly as he took his cloak off and walked silkily towards Harry.
"Pervert, maybe you do but…" Harry did not have a chance to finish, nor did he really want to. Draco had moved in front of him very quickly and angled his face sharply in front of Harry's in a very sexual manner.
"Its okay you know. Everyone has those dirty little secrets, even the hero. You fight dragons and play a damn hard game of Quiddich, why not take everything in your life with that same vigor…"
Harry did not know what came over him at that moment, but when the switch turned on it did not merely flip on, it smashed, "Convince me why I should, Draco."
Even Draco was slightly taken aback by this statement, but he did not give it away. Draco just brought his hands up to Harry's collar and undid his cloak and tossed it over with his behind them. "Because right now, you do not have a choice." With that, Draco slammed Harry flat against the wall and split Harry's legs with one of his own. Then Draco brought his hand to the side of Harry's head with his thumb on his temple, fingers around in his hair and pulled him forward.
It was just as sensational as last night; Harry's body was alive, free and on fire. Draco's lips were the warmth that he was lacking in his life. Their kiss was desperate but graceful, it was fierce and passionate, most of all it was pure, raw lust.
Draco's other hand had taken Harry's and pinned it against the wall over both of their heads. For the first time in months Draco had the chance to lose control, go all out, not think of the big picture, not worry about the past or future, all lights were green.
He slowly began to move the leg he had wedged between Harry's slowly up and down. Surprisingly Harry did not protest or look surprised, he moaned deliciously into Draco's mouth with a sharp breath. Harry took his free hand and grabbed Draco's back harshly to bring the friction higher and closer to his growing erection. Draco took the encouragement and started a slow and deep pace against Harry.
Draco kissed Harry out of time with his movement to keep both their senses flooded. Being a Slytherin, Draco did not neglect himself simply to see Harry plead for more. He was taking advantage of his height to grind against Harry's hipbone. Draco was not particularly experienced with this means of innuendo, but he was not wasting a single motion, and the only thought away from his physical desire what that he knew he was blowing Harry's mind away, this made him mentally grin with satisfaction.
Slowly Draco increased his pace and pressure. Both of them were damn near incapacitated, and far past the point of stopping. Harry and Draco's kisses were deep and wet, tongues fighting for occupation and lips trying to milk the other for all they were worth. Harry's hand had moved to nearly under Draco pulling him higher and supporting Draco's own pleasure seeking. Draco had taken Harry's hand that was above their heads and was making Harry take his own shirt off with Draco's fingers policing the action. Harry was completely owned, better still was that he was loving every firing of every nerve. Harry's shirt came off without their mouths parting, a surprisingly easy feat when both parties are equally committed. Draco, however, was losing all of his control, so he simply ripped his shirt off before Harry could even suggest its absence.
But before anything else could be removed Draco wanted to change their position, so he forced Harry to the sinks and turned Harry around so they were both facing themselves in the mirrors with Draco behind Harry. "Now I am going to convince you that you like it." He whispered into Harry's ear before licking the shell and tracing a warm wet path down Harry's neck to his throat, where he began to suck and bite hungrily. Harry let his head roll back to rest on Draco's shoulder, giving Draco a clear opening at Harry's neck, to which he took more than his fair advantage.
Draco then upped the stakes. His hands slid smoothly to Harry's belt and undid it only enough to turn the buckle to the belt revolved out of the loops and ended up towards Draco, where he held it strongly, and effectively controlling Harry's position with the belt now higher on Harry's chest. This was obviously a big leap for Harry since he whispered in Draco's ear a question as to his intentions.
"Remember, you do not have a choice." Harry surprised both of them once again and just reached up to pull Draco's head near his mouth where Harry kissed Draco's jaw line. With that settled, Draco brought his hand to his face and led Harry's mouth to his fingers. "Make them warm and wet, Harry," Draco whispered deeply in Harry's ear. It was seduction, pure and simple. Harry took Draco's fingers in his mouth and licked them up and down until Draco was satisfied with the job.
Then Draco replaced his fingers with his mouth and engaged Harry ever more deeply in a kiss while his free and now wet hand wandered down to the top of Harry's pants. He moved past the belt restraint and opened the top of the pants, the button, and then the zipper, then moved aside the overlapping layer of fabric of Harry's boxers. He let his fingers brush slowly at first over Harry's growth, but before he began his work, he stopped kissing Harry and nudged Harry's head upright so they could both look in the mirror.
"Take this in, Harry. You and I both know what is going to happen now. I am going to take you over the edge, and you are going to like every second of it, because you are going to watch me do it." With that Draco sealed his statement by biting Harry's neck, and then he got down to business.