Chapter 10

During his Divination classes, Harry was able to completely focus on the subject being taught. He and Ron both agreed that Professor Trelawney was quite a fraud, a dramatic one at that they might add. His mind kept racing with thoughts of him and Cho and his apparent growing affection for Malfoy. It was hard to admit it to him self, but yes Harry was attracted to him and did not know why. Maybe it was the way his cold eyes seemed to glisten in the light, or the way his lips fit together perfectly with his along with the way their bodies moved together as one. Perhaps it was just everything about him that drew Harry to him, like a magnet. Then there was Cho. She was beautiful, smart and could make Harry laugh. He really felt comfortable around her, but point blank, she did not appeal to him sexually like Malfoy did. She did not turn him on the way Malfoy did, and he didn't think anyone could ever compete with the way Draco Malfoy made him feel. That settled things for now; he would have to end up breaking up with Cho. He just did not see any point in staying in a relationship when she did not appeal to him sexually. The thought of breaking some one else's heart saddened Harry deeply, especially if that person had fancied him for quite sometime. He just didn't know how he would approach this at all.

"Harry Potter!" Drawled the Professor's high-pitched voice. "I see complications in your love life approaching. You will have to make great sacrifices this year!" She continued, swirling his tea cup around in her hand.

I could have already figured that much out! He sighed to himself and sulked back into his chair as Trelawney moved along to "read" the next student's tea-leaves. He knew he would have to make great sacrifices, he just didn't know how he was going to deal with everything. This is more complicated and difficult to face than dealing with Lord Voldemort!

"Ronald Weasley!" Trelawney squeaked as she approached him with her frizzy hair and thick glasses. "You will face great fears and losses. One loss will cause you severe heartache!"

Ron gulped as he looked down at his tea-leaves, trying to figure out how she reads them. He swirled the cup in his hand around and around trying to see what she "sees".

"Ron! Relax, you know she doesn't know what she's talking about!" Harry whispered to his friend.

"But what if something does happen?" He choked.

"Nothing's going to happen. I assure you!"

"You better be right Harry!" Ron sighed as slammed the cup back on to the table.

After class the boys decided to meet Hermione in the library so she could help them catch up some homework. The library was not empty, but not full. Groups of students gathered at different areas of the library. Ron and Harry both noticed Hermione at a desk located in the back of the room.

"Hello Ron, Harry!" She smiled, pulling her face out of the book she was reading.

"Hello 'Mione!" Ron said. "What are you reading?"

"I'm trying to find the ingredients for the potion Snape told us to research for his essay." She responded blankly. "I suppose neither of you have yet to start on it?"

"We were…well I was…hoping …" Ron stuttered.

"Ronald, if you expect me to do one more of your essays for Snape, you are entirely mistaken. You should do your own work!" She snapped. "The same goes for you too, Harry!"

"Well, I have a different question…"he mumbled.

"What?" she said looking very distracted.

"Erm…what exactly was the assignment on?"

"Harry! Were you not paying attention in class?"

"Well, I just thought, that perhaps you could explain it to me better!" he said with a shaky voice, hoping to avoid anymore questions.

Before Hermione could start her explanation, a hand slapped against the wooden table. Hermione and Ron both jolted and grunted as they saw Malfoy standing at the table. Harry's body was trembling as he tried to remain completely still.

"I see that the mud blood still continues to do your work for you, huh Weasel?"

"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione grumbled.

"I suppose that I always have to want something when approaching you two?" He snarled.

His eyes traveled over to Harry, and ran up down his body hungrily. Licking his lips seductively, Harry felt all the blood rush from his face and straight to his groin. Those cold eyes burned deep into his skin, as if memorizing every inch of Harry's body.

"May I borrow your dear old, Potter?" He smirked.

"What ever you have to say to Harry you can say to us, ferret-boy!" Ron grunted and Hermione just nodded.

I am quite sure that you guys are not ready for what Malfoy has to say to me, and pray to Merlin, that he doesn't say anything to him. They would absolutely be mortified.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry breathed slowly.

"I need to talk to you, Potter!"

Harry slowly got up from the table. Glancing over at his friends he thought sure that their eyes were going to pop out of their head. He noted that Ron was fuming as if a dragon had just sat fire to him.

"I can handle him guys!" Harry whispered.

"But I can't believe you are giving him the time of your day!" Ron spat!

"Shove it Weasel!" Malfoy hissed.

Harry followed directly behind Malfoy. Neither of them was saying a word. Harry didn't know what to think; Malfoy never approached him while he was accompanied by his friends.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry said.

"I wanted to tell you that our little meeting tonight has to be rescheduled. I found myself caught up in a pile of homework." Malfoy said somewhat disappointingly.

Harry sighed, "Is that all? You made me come all the way over here just so you could tell me that our shag session has to be rescheduled?"

"Yes, Potter!" Malfoy said rolling his eyes.

Before Harry could even come up with a response, he felt Malfoy's lips capture his. The kiss was intense and violent as Malfoy's tongue plunged inside of Harry's mouth, hungrily. Their tongues were stabbing and entwining around each other with such hostile force that a moan escaped from the back of Harry's throat. Draco shoved Harry's body roughly against the book case, as he pressed himself completely on him. Their erections were rubbing against each other teasingly. Harry's hands tangled themselves in the slivery strands of Malfoy's hair as he pressed their faces closer together, if that was at all possible.

Draco was the first to pull away from the kiss. His cold eyes gazed into Harry's as his hand cupped his erection through his trousers, firmly.

With his delicious smirk pursed on his lips, Draco leaned in and whispered, "If you want me, come and get me, Potter. Right here, right now!" He stepped back with his arms opened and smirked devilishly at the Gryffindor.

The invitation was more than inviting for Harry! Oh Gods, I want him, but not here! The chances of us being seen or even worse getting caught are too risky!

"Malfoy, are you sure you want to do it here?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Fine Potter, you owe me from Potions class!" Malfoy shrugged.

"On your knees Potter, and I haven't got all day so hurry up!" Malfoy demanded.

Harry choked on his breath, but obliged to Malfoy's order. He couldn't turn down tasting the Slytherin in his mouth. Draco was leaning casually against a book case as Harry's hands fondled with his belt buckle. His black trousers soon dropped to his ankles along with his green boxers. A soft moan escaped from the blonde's lip as Harry's tongue swirled around the tip teasingly with his hands firmly wrapped around the base. Flicking his tongue slowly around his slit, Harry lapped up Malfoy's clear liquid which had already seeped from his hardness. Parting his lips, Harry took in the head of Malfoy's erection, sucking on it gently. Warmth and moistness surrounded his cock, causing yet another moan to escape his lips. The hardness of Malfoy's cock sliding in and out of his mouth was definitely having an effect on Harry. He could feel his own erection pulsating through his rather tight trousers.

Taking his slender fingers, Malfoy tangled them into Harry's nest of brown hair, pushing him closer to his erection. Malfoy's full length was now engulfed in Harry's mouth. His tongue slurped and licked up his shaft at the pulsating vein, savoring his salty flavor. Tossing his head back, Draco chewed on his bottom lip, holding back his deep moans as his hands tangled themselves wildly in Harry's hair. The Gryffindor's mouth slid up and down Malfoy's length, his hands cupped gently around his sac, moving them in small circular motions. The urge to touch him self was so intense that Harry slipped one of his hands inside of his own trousers, grasping his throbbing erection firmly.

The burning sensation of his climax was building within his body as Harry's mouth moved faster along his cock, slurping his every inch. Glancing downward at the Gryffindor, Draco watched in complete ecstasy as Harry's head bobbed up and down on his cock; just watching him take in every bit of him was almost enough to send him off the edge. The feeling of his cock sliding deep inside Harry's mouth, touching the back of his throat caused a deep moan to escape his mouth. Harry's hand beat his juice soaked cock violently in his hands, as he continued to suck Malfoy's cock vigorously. Grinding his hips into Potter's mouth, Draco had a firm grip on Harry's head. He held him in place as he could feel his body tense up. Harry's tongue continued to run up and down his full length, stabbing and licking his tip roughly.

"Fuck Potter!" Draco groaned as he felt his hot come stream from his cock and straight into Harry's throat. His body trembled and shook with pleasure as Harry continued to suck him completely dry.

With that, Harry abused his cock violently as his own come soaked his hands. Malfoy barely had any energy left to support him self up, so he collapsed on to the floor right next to Potter, recovering from such intense orgasms. Neither of them said a word, but just glanced lazily at each other. Malfoy had his infamous smirk pursed on to his lips; Harry smiled weakly. However, this moment was short lived.

"Oh My Merlin! Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy! Gay!" A high-pitched voice squealed.

Both of their heads spun around so quickly, they could feel their bones snap in their necks. Each was frozen with fear and did not know what to say or do. Their hearts pounded heavily inside each of their chests as they stared at each other in complete and utter shock. Their eyes felt as if they could pop right out of their socket as they saw who possessed the squeaky voice.