Title: Secret Liaison
Chapter: 4/?
Story rating: NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Story warnings: slash, rimming, very slight dub!con, flangst
Summary: In 8th year Harry gets into a fight with Draco Malfoy that leads to a relationship neither of them planned.
A/N: Thank you to kiraohara for being an amazing beta! Thank you for all your help and great advice!
Also I apologise for taking weeks/months to post chapter 4. RL issues were too demanding but now Uni is officially complete I should have more time for faster updates. Hopefully chapter 5 will be up before I go to Leeds Fest.
Harry felt more nervous then he'd ever felt in his life, which may be an overexaggeration considering he had walked to his own death not six months ago. However then he had been feeling numb and calmed by the presence of his loved ones. Now, belated adolescent hormones were thrumming through his veins. He had been feeling a tremendous buzzing from a nervous energy all afternoon. The thought of meeting up with Malfoy that night had Harry fidgeting and vacant all day.
Needless to say, he had caught the attention of Ron and Hermione again. All the way through class they were giving each other those wordless glances they exchanged with each other when Harry was acting oddly. It made Harry feel bad that they were worried about him again, but he was just too caught up in his own thoughts of blond hair and strong hands to really think too much of it.
Eleven o'clock snuck upon him slowly, and the long walk down the corridor to the Charms class room caused the nervous energy to twist in Harry's stomach. Appearing at the closed door of the room, Harry took a deep breath and entered. His gaze was immediately drawn to the only lit candle in the room. Malfoy stood beside the naked flame, his image flickering slightly along with the orange glow. He bore a small smile that was far kinder then Harry had ever seen him wear and did nothing for his nerves.
"Potter, you came." He sounded both pleased and not a little surprised.
"Well I wasn't sure I really had a choice," Harry replied quietly.
Malfoy frowned, "Of course you had a choice, Potter. I wouldn't force this on you."
Harry didn't have the inclination to correct Malfoy that it was his sexual desires rather than Malfoy himself that was forcing him to the classroom that night. He shrugged instead. "So I'm here. What was it you wanted?"
Malfoy smiled again and it was just as soft and kind as before. He held out a hand and beckoned Harry towards him. Swallowing heavily against his dry throat, Harry took the few steps to reach Malfoy and be bathed in the flickering light.
"I thought," Malfoy murmured softly, "we could have a bit of a training session." At this, Harry frowned in confusion. "Whilst also having some fun." Malfoy's smile sharpened and the old, nasty git Malfoy poked through the features briefly.
"How do you mean?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Well..." Malfoy responded slowly. He raised his hand to lay the palm flat against Harry's chest. Harry inhaled deeply as the hand smoothed its way down lower and lower until it rested mere millimetres above Harry's groin. "I thought you could do with a bit of practice."
With this he gripped Harry cock through his trousers. Harry felt himself harden instantly and he gripped Malfoy's upper arms with a broken gasp.
"Ah, ah, ah," Malfoy admonished releasing his hold. "Not so fast, Potter. I was hoping you might last longer than two seconds tonight."
Harry felt himself heat at the remark and ducked his head to the floor whilst releasing his own hold on Malfoy. He felt fingers clench at his chin and raise his face so his eyes met Malfoy's.
"I never realised how much you blush before."
"Shut up!" Harry gritted out angrily, yanking his chin from Malfoy's grasp.
Malfoy merely chuckled in response. "Don't worry, Potter I'm not trying to insult you."
Harry snorted, "That'd be a first." He folded his arms across his chest and willed his erection to go away. Why was it still there? Why did it react to Malfoy so?
Malfoy sighed. "This is being counterproductive, Potter. We were going to do some training remember?"
"Yes, I do. Then you grabbed me and insulted me."
Malfoy shook his head. "The training is going to help you last longer, Potter."
Harry frowned, he didn't like Malfoy using his name over and over again like that, but he didn't seem to have noticed he was doing it - like repeating Harry's surname was second nature.
It was only then that Harry realised not once had Malfoy said it with its usual amount of venom.
"And, uh, what does it entail exactly?" Harry asked, his voice lower than he anticipated.
Malfoy smiled softly before putting his hand - gently this time - on top of Harry's groin.
"It entails me touching you."
Harry gasped as Malfoy's fingers tightened minutely. "And how... how is that going to help?" he groaned.
"Because I want you to tell me when you are going to come," Malfoy whispered sending a shiver down Harry's spine, "and when you think you are, I'll stop."
Harry couldn't see the point but obediently warned Malfoy that he was definitely about to come... so soon again.
Malfoy didn't remark, just simply removed his hand and stroked it along Harry's shoulder.
"Take a deep breath," he instructed. Harry did so, if only to get Malfoy's hand back on his groin. "Good, now I want you to imagine something entirely unerotic."
Harry blinked, "Sorry?"
"You know, something that will usually make you quiver with nausea rather than desire."
Harry scanned his brain but the blood wasn't exactly flowing up there at that moment, so he came up with nothing. He shrugged, almost dislodging Malfoy's distracting hand.
"What, nothing?" Malfoy asked disbelievingly.
"No."
"You aren't trying hard enough."
"I am!" Harry was indignant. "It's not my fault the idea should have been you!"
Harry clenched his teeth together whilst Malfoy's smile broadened into a fully fledged smug grin. Harry hated him so, so much.
"So it's not me, I take it?" Malfoy sounded even smugger than he looked.
"Apparently not." Harry tried to sound blasé but the fact that his face was burning again and his jeans still tenting proved quite the opposite.
Malfoy chewed his lip as though attempting to hide the smugness and failing terribly. "Well then," he seemed to be pondering, "think of someone else."
"Like who?" Harry demanded, irritated that this could be more time spent getting Harry off and even more irritated that it was Malfoy he wanted to do it.
Malfoy, however, seemed to have thought of something quite amusing.
"Hagrid in nothing but frilly knickers."
Or not so amusing after all.
An image of Hagrid standing inside his hut, baking rock cakes whilst wearing nothing but some pink lacy underwear flashed through his mind. Hair covering most of his body like the furry coat he often wore…
Harry shivered violently. He was about to berate Malfoy for his sick sense of humour when another image of Hagrid being carried away by Aragog's spawn pushed the first image away.
His erection instantly wilted to nothing.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow at the quick deflation before frowning. "Merlin, I wanted to prevent some lust not kill it all together."
Harry shrugged and remained quiet.
"Perhaps that was a bit much," Malfoy agreed, shuddering theatrically.
Harry attempted a grin but it quickly slipped away. Malfoy, however, was already moving on in the 'training' and was rubbing both hands up and down Harry's arms.
"What are you doing?" Harry questioned.
"Trying to get you turned on again."
Harry would have complained over the mixed signals and how Malfoy was going to make him dizzy if he kept this up, but was stopped by the pair of lips that descended onto his own.
He squeaked in a completely manlike fashion before melting into Malfoy's embrace, kissing him back with equal measure.
With Ginny, Harry had felt on even footing. Kissing her was simple: they both weren't very good, but it was okay because that made it feel nice. With Malfoy, Harry felt like he was being dragged and whipped into shape, forced to keep up with a skill he could never match.
But somehow, that was okay too, because Malfoy didn't seem to mind the fumbling and occasional too much tongue. If anything, he relished in Harry's inexperience, holding him tighter in his arms before allowing him to breathe again by pulling his mouth away.
Harry was pulling in deep lungfuls of air, gulping as much as he could as he stared wide-eyed at Malfoy, who's own eyes were glittering and jumping from left to right as he gazed into Harry's.
A throb in his groin brought Harry's thoughts to his own cock, now erect once more. However he was becoming increasingly more fascinated with Malfoy's cock, currently prodding him with every shift of his body.
"Right, well." Malfoy's voice was croaky and quieter than Harry expected. "Now that you are... erm, back, let's... let's continue."
Harry nodded dumbly and was overjoyed as Malfoy placed his hand back on Harry's groin. He gasped as Malfoy rubbed slightly.
"Remember, Potter, warn me when you are going to-"
"Now! I'm going to come now," Harry said quickly.
Malfoy was quick to remove his hand and Harry groaned in frustration, his tightening balls twitching before relaxing under the false alarm.
Harry breathed deeply again without Malfoy having to prompt him, and that distracting hand was placed back on Harry's shoulder.
"I think I'm going to need to sit down," Harry muttered, his knees shaking with effort.
Malfoy blinked and then looked suddenly angry with himself. "Of course!" he cried. He grabbed Harry's upper arm and manoeuvred him over to the cushions that lay piled up on the floor, all the while muttering under his breath. "So stupid... why we're here in the first place... bloody sorted all this out..."
Just then Harry realised the cushions were not randomly tossed together but piled artfully to create some sort of soft mattress. He gulped before allowing himself to sit ungracefully across the pile. Malfoy knelt in front of him and sat between Harry's parted knees.
Harry blushed again, but if Malfoy noticed it he didn't comment.
"Okay, try to think of something again. Something that you wouldn't normally like to think about."
Harry tried to rack his brain but was still coming up blank. He pushed away all thoughts of Hagrid and underwear and locked away thoughts of the War for the night. If he continued to dwell on that then he and Malfoy would get nowhere.
He thought about what he would be doing if he wasn't there with Malfoy. Sitting in the common room most likely, trying to fend off simpering first years whilst Ron and Hermione snuck off upstairs to their dorm.
Urgh... Ron and Hermione... together. He loved them as a couple. Really! They didn't fail to include him anymore as he had feared, and they seemed to mellow out each other's more extreme personality treats now they were together. Harry figured it was the sex.
And that was the problem. Ron and Hermione... having sex. They were like his brother and sister... and the thought of them doing, well... thatmade him shiver disgustedly.
He must have pulled a face because Malfoy instantly caught on.
"Excellent, stay with it," and with that Malfoy unzipped Harry's trousers, parted the folds, pushed down his boxers and revealed his erect penis. He wrapped his pale fingers around the shaft and Harry fell back onto his elbows, his hips automatically thrusting upwards.
"Shh," Malfoy said softly. "Stay with the thought, Harry."
Harry swallowed and tried to think of Ron and Hermione, what they were no doubt doing now, mere millimetres from his bed. It was distracting from the hand that was currently pumping his cock but not enough for it to not be enjoyable.
He kept thinking of the pair kissing, like they sometimes do when they think no one's looking, like they are trying to eat each other's faces.
It was a good five minutes before Harry had to warn Malfoy he was about to come again. Malfoy stopped and Harry breathed and they waited a few moments before starting it all over again.
They continued for what felt like hours to Harry. In actual fact it was twenty minutes and the time between Malfoy continuing the handjob and Harry going to orgasm was getting less and less. The thought was just not working anymore, so Harry pushed it away and focussed on the pleasure he was receiving.
He hissed sharply through his teeth and cried out the usual warning, but this time Malfoy didn't stop. His free hand clasped at Harry's thigh as his other fist pumped the life out of Harry.
Back arching upwards from the cushions, Harry finally released after so much torment and pleasure. His come shot from him so forcefully it pushed into the air and landed on Harry's neck and in his hair.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Malfoy panted as he watched.
When Harry finished and his limbs relaxed, he fell into a heap on the soft cushions beneath him. He heard a soft slapping noise and cracked his eyes open slightly.
Above him with his eyes firmly planted on Harry's face was Malfoy - wanking hard and fast, his hand almost a blur in its frenzy.
"Fuck... fuck," he muttered beneath his breath before clenching his hand on Harry's shoulder again. "Meet me tomorrow night," he demanded through gritted teeth as he continued to furiously masturbate.
"No," Harry murmured softly, too sedate after his own release to speak louder.
"Yes!" Malfoy hissed before finally coming, pointing his cock down towards Harry's still exposed groin, his come spraying Harry's spent cock and entangling in the black hair.
Harry was too shocked to respond at the blatant act. He didn't know much about sex so didn't want to jump to conclusions about dog's and pissing on trees.
He swallowed as Malfoy caught his breath.
"Meet me tomorrow night. Same place," Malfoy demanded.
Harry stared down at his groin covered in someone else's come, then lifted his eyes to meet Malfoy's intense stare.
"Okay."