Warning: wanking, swearing, suggestive images
CHAPTER 10 – Discovery
Two days later and Draco was doodling aimlessly on his parchment, still trying to formulate a plan that would be successful, but it was to no avail. Everything he could think of involved hexes, public humiliation or a combination of both and none of these were a viable option nowadays. Any move against Potter would provoke public outrage and as his family for understandable reasons, were not the most the most popular people around, he would probably be expelled immediately given his track record. He needed to do something that would not directly hurt Potter but would anger him in such a way that he was unable to do anything about it. So far, no opportunities had presented themselves; what's more, he had hardly seen Potter lately, only briefly in lessons, he had not caught sight of him at any of the meals today or yesterday.
Perhaps he knows Blaise has not given up and is trying to avoid any more incidences that would rouse the girl Weasels suspicion. After Monday's argument he's going to have to be very careful or he might find himself single. How am I meant to do anything if the 'saviour' never appears? That idiot Blaise is ruining my life again. Draco gave up trying to plot Potter's downfall. He figured that if it was meant to be, something would come up in the not to distant future. He chucked down his quill and set alight his parchment, watching in amusement as the paper curled and blackened and the flame snaked towards his fingers. It was becoming a morbid habit of his to watch things burn, an unhealthy fascination with the question 'what if?' and the sense of power gained by being able to control the fire.
When the fire singed his fingers, he dropped the incinerated paper onto the floor where it lay in a little pile of grey ashes, waiting for the house elves to clean away. Draco closed his curtains, cast a silencing spell around his bed and set his hands to more enjoyable pastimes, curious as to whom he would fantasise about now he was free and single, not that it had made a difference before. He unbuttoned his trousers and slipped his hand inside his silky boxers, letting his fingers rest gently among his blond curls as his imagination ran free.
Cool breath stirred his hairs and sent goose bumps rushing up his chest, warm fingers ghosted gently through before trailing feather light up his cock. He responded quickly to the teasing touches, growing hard and full, raising his hips into the moving hand. More pressure was applied and then fingers circled him moving firmly up and down in a steady rhythm, he bit his lip trying to control the whimpers escaping his mouth. The pace was not enough, a moan shuddered from his lips as he pushed his hips up forcefully and pleaded, "more" The hand obliged, tightening and stroking harder and faster then suddenly the breath was back and a warm tongue caressed the head of his dick, flicking and caressing, overloading him with sensation till all he could do was feel. Draco came violently, his back stiffening and his brain wrapped in black pleasure. As if from a distance he heard the person's voice "Now it's your turn," and his hand was guided onto the hard length of another boy's dick.
Draco slowly opened his eyes and lay panting gently, staring at the enchanted canopy above his bed that reflected the fiery oranges and pinks of the sunset outside. He was trying hard not to think about what had just happened but it was a losing battle. His thoughts would not stop: he had imagined a boy; he had a sexual fantasy about a boy; he had gotten off thinking about a boy and it had been the best wank of his life. It presented a startling question that he was not entirely sure he wanted to know the answer to. Collecting himself, he languidly cast a scourgify on his hands and groin and settled himself to sleep, hoping his head would be clearer in the morning.
On waking the next day, Draco reflected that maybe those types of dreams were not the best way to clear his head. His only comfort was that he was not imagining a specific person; he did not think he could have dealt with his subconscious springing a surprise that big on him. One possibly, maybe, who knows revelation was enough to send his mind into turmoil; putting a face to the body would make it too real.
Draco was still puzzling over the seriousness of his dreams and fantasy as he waited for Blaise after potions. He hardly noticed how overly slow Blaise was being until he realised that only him, Blaise and Potter were left in the room. Potter was collecting his crap from his desk quickly as he had had to clean up the potion ingredients he had knocked onto the floor earlier and was late for his next lesson. Draco caught hold of Blaise's arm and dragged him out of the classroom, paying no attention to his whispered protests. He rounded on Blaise as soon as the door shut.
"What the hell Blaise? Haven't you learnt from that incident in the library?"
"Jealous that I have the guts to pursue him and you don't?" Draco paled slightly but realised quickly that Blaise had no idea of his recent dilemma and had just lashed out with the first thing that came into his head.
"Fucking ridiculous, why the hell would I want anything to do with that bloody wanker Potter?" The door opened and the glare directed in their direction was sign enough that Potter had heard those last words.
"Harry just ignore Draco, he's in a bad mood" Blaise placed a comforting hand on Harry's arm which he quickly shrugged off.
"Don't touch me" Blaise pouted dramatically.
"Sorry darling, I forgot you had personal space issues but you know," he placed a hand on each of Harry's shoulders, "you should try and get over these mental blocks, if we're to be an item you'll have to get used to me touching you." Harry shoved him off roughly and Blaise stumbled back into the wall.
"Hey, that hurt" he dusted himself off dramatically and advanced on Harry "I think someone needs to calm down" Harry pushed him away violently and this time Blaise's head hit the wall with a crack. Blaise narrowed his eyes, all attempts at seduction forgotten and stormed towards the Gryffindor "You're going to regret that." Blaise's fist whipped into Harry's stomach and the boy doubled over gasping for air. Regaining his breath, he launched himself at Blaise and they were fighting viciously. arrHarr
Draco watched on with faint alarm, wincing whenever Potter got a good hit on Blaise. He raised his voice to try to stop them but they paid no attention to him engrossed as they were in their fight. Draco resigned himself to watching and jumped startled when he heard the angry voice of Professor Drollborn.
"What in Merlin's name is going on here, desist at once." The two fighting boys did not hear him so he pulled out his wand and separated them with a muttered spell. He regarded them in silence before finally speaking.
"Harry, Blaise, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, how predictable, I don't suppose you care to tell me what this is about? No? Well then I'll see you in detention tomorrow evening straight after dinner" He started to turn but stopped. "Oh and 30 house points from each of you and 5 points from you Draco for not doing anything. Have a good night boys."
Harry glared hatefully at Blaise before striding angrily up the corridor; Blaise spat blood out of his mouth and spoke spitefully but softly, "Yeah you better go you little pillock." Draco looked at him askance at this common behaviour before walking off to the Slytherin quarters, fuming about Blaise, Potter, Drollborn and lost house points, not bothering to check behind him to see if Blaise was following.
The next day found Draco lounging with Blaise, who he had temporarily decided to forgive so that he was not friendless for the day, near the owlery. Despite trying to steer clear of any topic Potter related, Blaise was soon telling his reluctant audience of one about his thoughts on the matter.
"I can't believe you let me loose my temper like that yesterday, I might have done irreparable damage" I can only hope you did Draco thought snidely, "He'll really hate me now but its okay, it's okay I can fix everything in detention tonight. I'm really looking forward to it actually; Drollborn did us a good favour there."
Draco sighed, honestly bewildered by Blaise's behaviour. "I know I've been a bit unreasonable about this entire thing so try and make me understand. Why are you obsessed with Potter?"
"A bit unreasonable, you've been downright sulky for days," Blaise replied, "one would almost think he was an ex you still liked."
"I have not" Blaise waved away his denial and continued talking.
"I don't blame you though, Harry is-"
"That's another thing since when was he Harry to you?"
"Since I decided I had to have, it's not as if I could pursue someone and still use their last name that would suggest I was still hostile towards them. It was all part of the plan."
"The plan?"
"Yeah, the wooing of Harry Potter. I admit I didn't start noticing him of my own accord," Blaise skirted the truth, "Someone else, perhaps one of those fan girls that stalk him, was pointing out his good features and I found myself agreeing, much to my surprise." Blaise sighed heavily and explained for Draco's clearly bemused sake.
"For starters there's his fame, that's intoxicating enough that he would be a good catch even if he were average looking but he's not. He is hot and have you seen those arm muscles, imagine that all over his body, yummy. Toned but not slim like you, like those male models you get in witch weekly that look all sulky and sexy with loads of tanned skin and not a piece of clothing in sight. Not that he's that tanned at the moment but he will be in the summer and now that he has started quidditch again… and those eyes of his, the colour of death but it's a beautiful death, all that flashing green fire aimed right at you and those large skilful hands probably really steady from holding his broom in line." Blaise laughed at his little innuendo. "I can't wait for detention, all that delectable body just for my sight, no Weasley to be seen, just me, Harry and a dark, secluded classroom. Oh, the things we could get up to on those desks, the chairs, up against a wall, the options are endless. I'd pound Harry into the wall till he was screaming my name or bend him over a desk and drive in from behind till he was sobbing for it…and then I'd let him take me however he wants. Yes, I can't wait for tonight." Blaise stared dreamily at the owls that had fallen silent during his narration. "Fucking gorgeous he is, any boy's wet dream, mine."
Draco was glad that Blaise was paying no attention to him for he had actually been quite turned on by that little rant, not noticeably but enough that he probably would not be up to his normal par with retorts or witticisms. Blaise painted a lovely picture if only it was not a picture of Potter - that rather put a dampener on it all. There was no way he would ever find Potter attractive, he hated him too much to let little things like good looks distract him. Still, it was slightly worrying that a Slytherin had succumbed, especially when it was his best friend. The only thing that consoled him was the fact that he now knew it was a passing phase; as soon as Blaise had what he wanted he'd move on, it wouldn't be long and Draco could deal with it for a bit longer, especially if he managed to get one of those interesting magazines Blaise had mentioned.
Ginny, who had come to the owlery to send a letter to her mum, tiptoed quietly away. Her hand clenched the letter so hard that it ripped and crumpled in her tense fist. Her worst fears had just been confirmed by what Zabini had been saying; Harry was cheating on her with a Slytherin boy. She had given him more than one chance to give him up but now it was too late, they were over. He was obviously just using her as a front for being gay while having detention trysts with fucking Slytherins and by the sounds of it literally. She would get the proof this evening during detention and then she would confront him when it was undeniable. Angry tears slid soundlessly from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks, Harry was going to be sorry he ever crossed her.