Chapter 14

Bright rays of sunshine broke through the windows. Harry rubbed his eyes lazily, turning to his side and pulling the covers over his face. He just wanted a few more minutes of sleep. He could hear the bustling noises of his roommates moving about, trying to get ready for class.

"Harry, get up mate!" Ron shouted, tugging at his covers.

"No!" He grumbled, holding them tightly.

"Yes! You're going to be late for potions!" Ron said.

"So…" Harry mumbled.

"Harry James Potter get your lazy arse out of bed!" Shouted the red-head.

Finally Harry managed to get out of bed and dressed. He just did not want to face anyone that day especially Draco or Pansy. Sighing deeply, he remembered that he still needed to find some thing to get back at Pansy. He hated this. He just wishes Pansy would let it go, but she's a Slytherin.

During potions class Harry could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Turning around he met a pair of cold silver eyes. Malfoy had a soft expression on his face; it wasn't his usual evil smirk. Harry couldn't help but break a smile on to his face when he saw Draco. He hated that he had the affect on him; it drove him nuts.

The moment Draco had seen Harry's emerald green eyes he felt like everything would be alright that this whole mess with Parkinson would be over and no one would get hurt. He really felt safe with Harry, and that bothered Malfoy. He was always taught that he didn't need anyone else to make him feel safe or content, but that is just what Harry did. Deep inside Malfoy knew that their shagging sessions have recently become much more intimated and he was scared. He was scared to let his guard down especially to Harry Potter. Draco would not admit it to anyone, he could barely admit it to himself, but he liked Harry for much more than a friend. This was a strong force which went way beyond sexual attraction. It was something emotional and physiological. He cared for Harry and he didn't want to see him get hurt so he knew he had to come up with something to get back at Pansy. At the same Draco thought that he only wanted to get back at Pansy to save his own arse from humiliation, especially from his father. That was one thing he knew he would get punished for. His father would probably Avada him the second he found out that his son was with his most hated enemy. Draco shuddered at that thought and returned his focus back on to Snape's lecture.

Hermione couldn't help but notice that Harry had not been taking notes during the length of this class.

"Harry! What's wrong?" She mumbled.

"Nothing." He muttered.

"Potter, Granger, would you like to tell the class what is so important that you two are talking about?" Snape drawled.

"No." Hermione hissed, rolling her eyes.

"Ten points will be taken from Gryffindor since you two don't know how to shut up!"

After class, everyone was outside chatting and studying due to the nice weather. It was a bit chilly, but the sun brightened it up a bit. Harry took advantage of the situation and decided it would be a perfect time to sneak into the Slytherin's common room for anything about Pansy Parkinson.

"Harry, are you not coming outside?" Ron asked.

"No, I am not feeling too well….I think I might need to lie down for a bit!" He lied.

"Hope you feel better!" Hermione said, giving Harry a friendly hug.

Harry threw on his invisibility cloak and headed toward the Slytherin dormitories. They were much nicer than the dormitories in Gryffindor. Everything in them was brand new: couches, chairs, tables, and even the drapes. No one was in the common room except for a small boy, first year by the way he looked, asleep on the couch. He found the girls dormitories and headed straight for them. He let out a relieved sigh as they were empty, even though he could hear the shower water running. Harry figured he'd have enough time to snoop around for a bit. There were so many beds lined up against the wall. It was hard to tell which one might have been Pansy's.

He spotted it. The bed with the name Pansy, spelled out in green letters on the head board, gave it away. There was a closet beside of the bed along with a small table on the other side. Making sure no one was around, he opened the closet only to be bummed out when he found nothing but Slytherin uniforms and outfits, all colored in green, black, and silver. He carefully shut it back and walked over to the other side. Slowly he opened the nightstand. There was nothing in there except for a small black and green book with the Slytherin logo on the front, and there was a small black quill right beside the book. Curiously Harry opened the book, only for it to be blank. He started to shove the book back in the drawer until he thought of something. During his second year at Hogwarts, Voldemort had persevered himself in a diary. Taking the quill, Harry pressed it against the paper. Suddenly words started filling up the parchment one by one.

Soft sounds of footsteps caught Harry's attention. He shoved the book and quill into his pocket as he quietly strode out of the room, completely unnoticed. He knew he had to go somewhere private to read this. There was bound to be some sort of information that would be crucial. Before he walked out of the common room, he noticed that the first year had left. Something else caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye Harry seen Malfoy lying on the leather couch with his hand wrapped tightly around his slick erection. Swallowing heavily, Harry could feel all the blood rush from his veins and straight to his cock; he could feel it harden inside of his khaki's as he observed the sight before him.

Draco was sprawled out on the black leather sofa completely naked. Harry's eyes wondered over every inch of his masculine body, as if trying to memorize it. His blonde hair hung in his face as his lips were slightly parted. Oh, how Harry just wanted to go up to him and kiss those lips. He wanted to taste him so bad. Draco's hands slid up and down his cock, pulling on it, while his hands held his sac firmly in his hands. Tracing around the tip of his cock, Malfoy brought the digit to his mouth, tasting the clear liquid that had seeped from his cock. His tongue swirled around the finger ever so slowly, savoring his taste. Slipping it inside of his mouth, he began sucking on it as if it were another cock. The vision of Malfoy's lips wrapped around Harry's cock, sucking it was enough to make him come in his trousers as he watched, completely hypnotized by the sight of Draco Malfoy pleasuring himself.

The Slytherin continued to suck on his fingers, as his hands moved quickly up and down his shaft. Muttering softly to himself, Draco pulled out a big silver vibrator from under the couch. Harry stared in amazement as he could feel himself pulsating against his trousers. He was so hard that his cock ached and burned to be touched, but he couldn't do it now, not in the Slytherin common room. He was sure he would get caught, so he decided he would fix things when he returned safely back to his own common room. The soft buzzing sound coming from the silver tool soon filled the air. Spreading his legs as far as they would go, Malfoy lifted his arse. Placing the tip of the vibrator against his tiny entrance, he arched his back as he slowly slid it in. The motion of his hands slapping against his cock got faster as the silver tool disappeared inside of him. Harry could feel his trousers dripping with pre-come. He slipped a hand inside of his trousers and began to rub at his throbbing erection as he watched Malfoy closely.

Draco's hand started moving the humming toy in and out of his entrance slowly, while his other hand worked on his cock. He was panting heavily; wanting more friction from the device he moved it swiftly in and out of him, rocking his hips back and forth.

Harry slammed his mouth shut to keep from crying out in pleasure as his hands stroked his pounding erection. Harry wanted so much just to go over there and slam his hard cock deep inside of Malfoy, making him scream and beg for more until he couldn't take no more.

Draco's body grinded against the tool as pleasure enveloped him. He shoved it in harder and harder each time, beating his cock with his other hand. Arching his back, Malfoy clenched his eyes shut as he slammed the vibrator deep inside of him, hitting his pleasure point each time. The wet smacking sound of his hands violently stroking his cock, made Harry go faster as he too beat his member.

Malfoy's hand pumped the vibrator forcefully inside of him, getting faster and faster, hitting his pleasure point each time. His hand smacked up and down against his slick cock vigorously. Arching his back so far and clenching his eyes shut he thrust hard into the device one last time before he cried out in pleasure as he exploded all over himself. His come shot out in thick streams covering his hands and his abs. Watching the come shoot straight from his cock was too much for Harry to handle. He bit down on his lips so hard that he could taste droplets of blood as his own cum coated his hands and his trousers. Harry wanted to fall in the floor and collapse, but he knew he had to get out of the Slytherin common room first. He watched Malfoy's limp body fall back on to the couch, trying to recover from such an intense orgasm.

Gathering what remaining strength that Harry had, he slipped out of the common room and down the hallway towards his own. He had to go lie down for a while he was feeling a bit tired. He made it back to his dorm where he hid the book under his invisibility cloak, inside of his chest. Curling into the bed Harry started replaying the images of Malfoy pleasuring himself in his head and he could feel his cock come to life again. After he had finally relieved himself properly, he changed his clothes and decided it would be a perfect time for a quick afternoon nap before class.