Title: Secret Liaison
Chapter: 6/?
Story rating: NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Story warnings: slash, rimming, slight violence, very slight dub!con
Summary: In 8th year Harry gets into a fight with Draco Malfoy that leads to a relationship neither of them planned.
Harry had been a little stunned for the rest of the day. Every time he caught sight of the blond boy he blushed furiously, which then made Malfoy smirk. Harry swallowed hard each time. He had not seen that wicked smirk in a long time, which made Harry realise Malfoy had been smiling a lot at him lately. Actually, truly smiling.
By the time it got to dinner Harry found himself flustered. He could only imagine what Malfoy had in store for Harry to get rid his earlier 'problem', and it was making him so uncomfortable he was shifting about on the bench, making Neville, who was sitting to his left, shoot him annoyed glances.
"What is up with you today, Harry?" Hermione asked, watching him squirm for the fifth time since they sat down.
Harry frowned, trying to look confused. "What? Nothing."
"You've been squirming about like a flobberworm all day."
"Cheers," Harry muttered peering down at his plate so as not to look too guilty.
"Is it about last night?" She asked innocently.
Harry's head sprang up so fast he thought for a moment he might have seriously damaged his neck. "What?"
Hermione opened her mouth to answer when a girl in Ginny's year skipped past behind him, almost knocking into his back, to hurriedly get to a friend sat not too far down the bench.
"Guess what I heard?" she gushed, flapping her hands around excitedly.
Harry was suddenly reminded of Lavender Brown and felt a little twinge deep in his gut. Before the girl could say any more, Ginny came up behind her, huffing; which Harry recognised meant she was annoyed.
"Ignore her," She said sternly but the other girls at the table already seemed to be too interested to take her advice.
Harry spotted Ron taking the seat beside Hermione and pecking her on the cheek so he turned back to Ginny and her gaggle of over excited hens.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Ginny rolled her eyes at him before taking the vacated spot beside him. The girl, with long chestnut hair – Harry was racking his brain for a name but was coming up short – took a large breath then took a dramatic pause.
"I just found out..." She looked positively gleeful. "Brian Williamson is igay!/i"
The girls, who were already on the edges of their seats, gasped and some other girls from the lower years started to crane their necks to see who would say such a thing and all Harry could do was wonder who the hell Brian Williamson was.
Ginny clicked her tongue. "You should stop spreading rumours, Annie." Well at least he knew the annoyingly excited girl's name now. "You don't know if that's true or not."
"Yes I do!" Annie put her hands on her hips and sounded annoyed that her juicy gossip was questioned. "Paul Edwards told me!"
"So what?"
"So, Paul and Brian share a dorm, if anyone knows it's him! Besides, he found a dirty magazine in Brian's trunk." She lowered her voice into a whisper, "And it was filled with pictures of naked men."
"Oo, can I get a copy?" A girl with strawberry blonde hair asked, lifting her eyebrows suggestively. Some of the girls laughed whilst Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes.
Annie pushed herself onto the bench beside a brunette and another blonde, before they began whispering and giggling together.
Harry turned away, knowing he was no longer privy to the sordid details. However it didn't stop his mind wandering. This Brian, whoever he was, had a magazine full of naked men? He knew they did them full of naked women, he'd once caught Dudley and Piers giggling whilst flicking through one. He hadn't seen much of it, just a quick flash of a very large boob, which had made him go hot before running away.
But he'd never had any idea that they did that kind of thing for men... who like men, and for women to look at too he supposed. Or did women not like looking at that type of thing? He imagined Hermione leafing through a magazine the way Dudley had been and tossed the image away immediately.
Then he thought of Malfoy looking through it. Did Malfoy look at that type of thing? He liked men, that was obvious by the way he liked to fondle Harry, so maybe he did like them. Harry could just imagine him lying on the bed with his curtains drawn, the magazine propped up on his chest, his eyes glued to a picture of a man's-
"It's so ridiculous the way they are going on. It's like they've never heard of a gay man before," Ginny snorted bringing Harry out of his odd little fantasy. Wait, not a fantasy, that would imply Harry liked the thought. Which he certainly did not.
Hermione made a noise of agreement whilst Ron shook his head.
"It was more information then I needed to know to be honest," Ron muttered.
Harry's head snapped to Ron. "Why?"
"Not because he's gay, surely?" Hermione asked with a frown.
Ron pulled a face that told her she was being stupid, which was not often for Hermione. "Of course not! I just don't want to know what others are wanking to thank you very much."
Hermione gave him a small smile whilst Harry just frowned.
"Who is Brian Williamson, anyway?"
"Oh honestly Harry. Don't you know anyone outside of our year?" Hermione admonished.
Harry shrugged before muttering, "I know Ginny... and Luna."
Beside him Ginny shook her head and Hermione was giving him that condescending smile he particularly hated. Luckily Ron jumped in at that moment with a mouth full of sausages.
"Brian is a sixth year Ravenclaw. Don't let Hermione fool you, Harry, we only know him because he's a prefect and comes to all the meetings."
Harry eyed Hermione who smiled innocently right back at him.
"Sly," Harry muttered.
It wasn't until after dinner that Harry remembered why he had been so out of sorts all day, and he became increasingly so as the evening wore on. When the little hand on the clock finally hit eleven, Harry was ready to go.
He made it to the Charms classroom with little fuss. Mrs Norris being on the fourth floor staircase had made him take the longer way, but he still managed to arrive to his destination without being caught.
He was so nervous and out of sorts, he nearly knocked on the Charms door to request admittance. He shook his head and forced himself to calm down. He had been through this with Malfoy only the night before, so there was nothing to be worried about now.
Pushing the door open slowly, Harry stepped inside. Before he got a chance to close it behind him properly he was suddenly accosted with an almost flying Malfoy.
A mouth pressed against his forcefully and his arms were full of tall, lean boy. Harry was too in shock to respond to the almost desperate kiss. He stood, eyes wide open, mouth ajar, the only thing keeping him up was Malfoy's strong arms wrapped around him, pressing his own smaller frame to Malfoy's hard chest.
Eventually Malfoy grew tired of waiting for Harry to catch up so pulled away.
"C'mon Potter," he whispered, his breath hot against Harry's lips. "You're supposed to kiss back. Or do you not know how?"
The sarcastic comment held no venom but it still spurred Harry into action. He wrapped his arms around Malfoy's neck, wrapping them in place for leverage as he pulled himself up onto his tip toes to kiss Malfoy hard on the lips.
Malfoy didn't seem to mind the extra weight hanging from his neck; in fact he seemed to really like it if his moan was anything to go by. Strong hands gripped at Harry's waist and Malfoy manipulated Harry's body, moving it up and down against his own.
Harry gasped as he felt Malfoy's hardness against his stomach, which allowed Malfoy to slip his tongue gently inside. The kiss was hot but had slowed down to something sweet that had Harry frowning before he whimpered, his hips moving on their own.
Keeping his hold on Harry, Malfoy began to move backwards until they reached the pillows that Malfoy had set up again for their meeting. Stroking his hands up Harry's back to his shoulders, where he pressed gently, Malfoy ended the kiss.
Harry stared at him; Malfoy looked beautiful to Harry in that moment.
He could only imagine the mess he looked in comparison to Malfoy. His vision fogged through his glasses, his lips wet with saliva and his face sweating and red.
"Lie down," Malfoy said softly.
Harry complied; lying back against the cushions like he had the night before. Again Malfoy knelt down between Harry's legs. He rubbed his thighs for a moment before undoing Harry's trousers.
Harry gulped and found that his breath sounded shaky, and then he realised his whole body was shaking.
When Malfoy pulled down Harry's trousers and boxers, his cock sprang free and slapped off Harry's stomach before springing back up.
Malfoy's eyebrows shot up. "Wow, you're really hard."
Harry glanced down then back up at Malfoy. Was that wrong? Was he not meant to be that hard?
Malfoy's hand brushed it gently which stopped all of Harry's worries. Then strong, long fingers wrapped around the base and Harry thrust up off the floor, his head falling back.
"Sh," Malfoy said gently, giving a tiny tug at the cock and Harry had to bite his lip not to cry out.
He peered down at the hand and saw how red his cock looked. He'd never seen it look like that before. Then his eyes drifted to the milky white skin wrapped around it, which contrasted so obviously against all the black hair that his cock was nestled in.
Harry closed his eyes, not wanting to look at all that hair anymore, he was so sure it wasn't supposed to be there.
He kept his eyes closed during Malfoy's next tug and the next, which was the reason he was so surprised when the head of his cock was suddenly engulfed with a hot wetness that Harry had never felt before.
He opened his eyes wide, gasping in shock as he looked down at the top of Malfoy's head, Malfoy's mouth wrapped tightly around the tip of his red cock.
Harry's body gave its usual reaction, tightening and releasing all in one moment. Malfoy barely had his mouth around him for four seconds before Harry was coming thickly, spurting warm come into Malfoy's sweet, lovely mouth.
Harry felt so ashamed. Well, first he felt orgasmic, then so ashamed.
Lying amongst the pillows, body sweaty and panting for air, Harry wiped his forehead before muttering, "I'm sorry."
It wasn't until Malfoy sat up that Harry realised he had actually been kissing his pelvis. Harry wasn't sure how to feel about that.
"Hmm? For what?"
"For... you know." Harry made a weird hand gesture before giving up. "For coming..." he whispered the last word. "...In your mouth like that."
Draco frowned then smirked. "Seriously, don't be."
Harry absently licked the sweat from his upper lip whilst Malfoy sat on his knees staring at him, his head cocked to one side.
"Don't... don't you want me to do anything for you?" Harry asked, this time making a very obvious hand gesture. He hoped Malfoy didn't expect him to put his mouth around Malfoy's cock. He hadn't the foggiest as to what he was supposed to do once it was in there. Was he meant to blow on it? That's what the name suggested.
"Er... no, it's OK," Malfoy muttered, his hand rubbing that the back of his neck. "I kind of already took care of myself."
Harry looked down to see a wet patch on the crotch of Malfoy's trousers. He'd came as quickly as Harry had? Merlin, he's contagious!
"Oh," Harry whispered.
Malfoy sighed before falling onto the pillows, front first. He turned his head towards Harry before slinging an arm over his chest.
"Do you mind?" he asked, his mouth slightly muffled by the pillow. When Harry turned his head towards him with a blank look, Malfoy continued. "Staying a little longer?"
"Oh, um, no I guess not." Harry found his voice croaky before turning his head to stare back up at the ceiling. Malfoy scooted closer and before Harry knew it, he was being held in a comfortable embrace.