The brain juices, they are a flowin! It's only been a few days and I have written out several chapters… not bad if I do say so myself. Let's see what the boys are beginning to do. Or undo rather. Disclaimer! I don't own Harry Potter, but I will strip him if the need be.
Harry and Draco both were breathing heavily. Now that Harry's chest was exposed Draco didn't know how much further he dare take this.
Harry answered the blonde's unasked question by slipping his shirt off all the way so that it fell to the floor causing the mist to swirl and play about their legs. Draco took a step back to better admire the young man in front of him. Scars lingered here and there across the golden boy. Some fresher than the rest. Draco wondered what each one was from. When that thought crossed his mind, Draco leaned forward and down and began placing soft kisses on every scar he could see. Harry tilted back into the pillar, his bare back touching the cold stone. He closed his eyes and just let the feel of Draco kissing his bare chest take over.
The lower scars demanded attention too, Draco thought, so he crouched down and was on his knees in front of Harry. Once getting into that position Draco froze. Harry was breathing steadily but then held his breath when he felt Draco get on his knees. Harry bit his lip and looked down. Draco was staring straight ahead at Harry' belt buckle.
On instinct Harry brushed his hand in a gentle caress through Draco's soft platinum blonde hair. When he felt fingers through his hair Draco closed his eyes.
"You know, I feel like I'm overdressed for this date." Harry's voice was slightly hoarse.
"Through no fault of mine." Draco hummed into Harry's hand which was petting him."Would you… would you like me to continue?" Draco asked looking up at Harry.
The blonde didn't need to explain himself. Harry knew exactly what was being asked. Truth be told he was hoping to continue especially considering he had been steadily growing harder and his pants felt as though they were tightening.
Harry began to feel his face get hot. "Yes, please." he whispered almost imperceptibly. Almost. Draco's keen hearing caught it.
Having been given the go ahead Draco moved his hands to Harry's hips and trailed his fingers along the pants and trouser line of Harry's slacks. Draco was eager and it showed. With deft fingers that clearly knew what they were doing Draco undid the Gryffindor's belt. Then zipper. Finally trousers slid down to the ground as gracefully as the button up shirt had.
Harry's bulge was more than visible at this point. His pants had done a good job at hiding it all this time. Harry continued to watch Draco. He wanted to know what was going on inside the Slytherins head. Harry began to breath heavily again, but this time with nerves and anticipation.
It became clear what was going on in Malfoys head when he pulled down the last bit of remaining fabric that kept Harry from being fully exposed.
It was clear the golden boy was gifted. A good nine inch length and it seemed to be thicker than Draco's from what he could tell. Harry's manhood was hard at this point and very much at full mast. Draco hesitated somewhat before he raised a hand and grasped Harry's member. It felt odd at first in Draco's hand, having never handled someone else's cock. When he looked up Harry had his head thrown back and was breathing heavily, holding onto the stone pillar behind him.
Draco smiled. He was affecting the chosen one. How delicious.
Feeling slightly more confident in what he was about to do, Draco edged forward and licked Harry's cock lightly on the head. Harry took a sharp breath in, and then Draco did it again, this time letting some of his spit drip down Harry's length. Not looking up anymore the blonde began to stroke Harry firmly, then took some of Harry's cock into his mouth.
Harry was near beside himself. His heart could have been beating outside his chest for how loud it was. The sensation of someone, let alone Draco Malfoy, stroking his cock was intense. And then once he was in Draco's mouth, it was beyond words and emotions. Ginny had never done this.
Harry finally managed to pull himself somewhat together before looking down. Draco was firmly trying to take in as much of Harry's girth as he possibly could, only making it half way, but using all effort and skill he could to stroke Harry where his mouth couldn't reach.
"Dr-Draco… I don't… you don't have to do this you know." Harry gasped out, brushing some of Draco's platinum blonde hair. Draco paused for a second in his work, took a long hard drag on Harry's cock then popped off.
"But I want to do this, Potter, so you best damn well enjoy it." Draco's voice was hoarse and sensual as he lightly kissed and stroked Harry's cock.
"Yes sir." Harry chuckled, then winced as Draco squeezed Harry just a little too hard. "Okay… sorry." Harry said, trying his best to keep himself vertical.
"Me too," Draco said, kissing Harry's firm member softly.
"What are you sorry for?" Harry asked, pulling somewhat out of his pleasured trance.
Draco became stoic, and was stroking Harry methodically while he thought of a way to phrase what he was apologizing for.
"Earlier in the day, I got mad. I didn't want to be. I reverted right back to my old self, holding a grudge and acting like a petulant child. And now," a sneer played at Draco's lips but there was no heart behind it "Now here I am, kneeling at your feet enjoying myself while you enjoy yourself as if nothing had happened."
Harry was caught off guard. "Are you trying to tell me… you would rather I shut you out and be mad at you?"
"Old habits die hard." the blonde dismissed the other boys comment so sarcastically Harry put his hand out and took a firm grip on Draco's hair, pulling sharply so green eyes meeting grey. Draco winced slightly.
"I have gotten over the past. I'm done with it. I thought I made myself clear. Done with Ginny. Done with Voldemort, "Draco winced here a little too,"I am finished with everything that isn't here and now, and from now on. I want to start new. Being with you is new and I am more than willing to try it out. Look at the positions we're in now." Harry loosened his grip on the blonde and began petting him "If this isn't a new start, then I don't know what is. It's a chance at being happy, and learning to live. I get to start over, and so do you. Now… if you want to be punished for getting made earlier then let me know and I can accommodate you, but it may not be in the way you're thinking."
By the end of his little speech Harry was grinning like a boy in love, looking at Draco and not breaking eye contact. He truly wanted to make sure Draco knew they could be happy together.
Draco thought it over in his mind. He wanted to be with HArry, he wanted to change. He wanted a life.
"Well then…" Draco bit his lip, then proceeded to swallow up Harry's cock.
"How long do you expect Harry is going to be?" Ron asked as he and Hermione walked to potions class.
"I don't know. I hope he turns up soon though, he knows how I feel about being late to class." Hermione said, sounding more like a mother than a friend.
"Hope Slughorn gives us something easy to work on today, I think my hand is fried from all that writing in charms." Ron sighed.
"I can always help you out if you need it." Hermions said, blushing a little.
"Yeah?" Ron was taken aback. This was a new turn for Hermione to offer Ron help in his studies without yelling at him.
"Of course." Hermione beamed.
Ron looked up and down the corridor, and upon seeing no one, he leaned down and pecked Hermione on the cheek. "Thanks 'Mione." Rons neck turned red.
Hermione swatted at Ron's arm playfully, her own face turning red.
It had been several months since Voldemort's fall, and although Ron and Hermione had made out on more than one occasion they were still developing the parameters of their relationship. They tried to keep it secret so as not to be a part of the gossip mill, and to have plenty of privacy. It was difficult during the summer leading up to coming back to Hogwarts because so many people recognized them, and would hound them for tales of their grand quest to thwart Voldemort. It was all getting rather old.
It was a steady growing relationship, and they both enjoyed the privacy of just being in each other's company. It worked nicely for the time being. And should it ever get out they were together, well then they would deal with it when they got to that point.
Ron and Hermione leaned against the wall next to the potions class. The corridor started to fill up with more students as the time got closer to the beginning of class.
Harry finally came barreling down the hall the second Slughorn opened his door. He was slightly disheveled looking but the largest grin was on his face, as though a cheering charm and a permanent sticking charm had been put on him.
Hermione eyed her friend carefully. "Everything alright?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, yeah. Everything is great." Harry pulled out his potions book and then looked to the front of the room as Slughorn began to speak.
Annnnnnnd... oh the glory of an imagination. Like and follow for more. Feel free to leave a review. ^_^