Disclaimer- I do not own Harry potter, nor any of the characters within this story.
This story was inspired by the BL/Yaoi 'Window to Window' by Lee Aru. It is a very good manhwa, so I would recommend :)
Draco Malfoy took showers at 6 am. A fact to which if Harry told anyone he knew, they would be greatly concerned. Harry hadn't gone out of his way to find out, it was more so the fact that perhaps he was 'spying' on his rival too intently (and ongoing insomnia had gained in the last couple of years).
It was a simple and consistent routine: Malfoy's alarm would ring at 5:30, it would take him around twenty-five minutes to fully wake up, and five minutes to rummage around to find what he needed (expensive hair products, various soap and lotions, and other necessities) before he finally spent around a half hour in the former prefect's bathrooms.
Harry didn't ponder too hard about how he acquired this knowledge, after all, there were scarcely any students from the previous 7th year that had returned to Hogwarts to complete the 8th year - most were Gryffindor, an equal amount of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, and a handful of Slytherins. Due to the numbers, newly Headmistress McGonagall had announced that all the 8th years would share a common room, with the Slytherins and Gryffindors sharing one dorm, and the remaining sharing the other (with females and males separated, of course).
Since Harry shared his dorm with eight other people, he was convinced he wasn't the only one who had known of Draco's routine - which he was proved mistaken. He realised this one uneventful Monday morning, two weeks after the trio had returned to Hogwarts.
"Never in my 18 years of living have I ever thought that I would be sharing a dorm with Draco Malfoy," Ron joked.
"Oh Ronald, don't be so rude-" Hermione fussed, she had been sitting on the right to her boyfriend, particularly close, Harry noticed. Not wanting to think more of his best friends' increasingly evident intimacy, he shifted his focus to Ginny, who was sitting to his left; she was talking to Neville who was opposite her.
The war had created a rift between Ginny and himself, however, once it was over, they both agreed that friendship was for the best, which relived Harry more than he'd like to admit. Being on the run the previous year had meant he had more than plenty of time to contemplate over his ...sexuality. Harry grimaced to himself, the topic had crossed his mind many times in the last few months, and without anyone to turn to, Harry had been stuck with himself to decide his preferences.
'Well... I was attracted to Ginny,' Harry thought. 'But I wouldn't mind getting with a guy as well. Being with a guy wouldn't be much different - like, kissing is kissing right?!?!? Gender doesn't change anything... other than sex right? Sex has to be different! Not that I've had sex before... blimey, I'm 18 and still a virgin. Is that embarrassing? No, no, no I'm moving off topic. So sex with a guy, I would imagine would be absolute-'
" -are you listening? Harry! This concerns you as well!"
"Sorry 'mione," Harry said quickly, with a blush beginning to form on his cheeks. "Got lost in my thoughts for a second. I hope I haven't missed anything important."
There was a pause and then Ron and Hermione exchanged worried looks.
"Don't worry, we were just discussing the choice of dorms and common rooms this year" Hermione responded lightly.
"Oh yeah it's so annoying," Harry complained. " Especially Malfoy. Who even wakes up at 6 anyway. Making a racket and all that. Don't you agree Ron?"
"Got no idea what the hell you're going on about mate," Ron responded, looking confused. "But I do think it's annoying that we have to share rooms. We're 18 now, we should at least have some privacy."
"Wait Ron... don't you wake up to Malfoy's alarm that goes off at 05:30?"
"No, do you?"
"Well I'm already awake so it doesn't necessarily wake me up"
"I'm more concerned as to why you're awake at 05:30," Hermione stated as she cut in.
"Well, it's kind of a routine that I wake up before Malfoys alarm."
"I guess he's fairly quiet if I don't hear him" Ron added with a shrug.
"Did you just back up Draco Malfoy?" Harry replied, feeling quite shocked.
"If you ask me, after the war and everything, we should leave old grudges behind. As long as Malfoy isn't bothering us, I don't have a problem with him."
"Oh, Ron!" Hermione said proudly, and then gave him a peck on his cheek, to which her boyfriend blushed profusely.
Before Harry had time to respond, Draco entered the Great Hall to attend breakfast.
"Speaking of the git. 8 am sharp like always."
"Erm Harry... 'like always'? Sorry, I'm confused," Hermione vocalised.
"Wait, watch," Harry responded as the trio watched. Draco walked to the Slytherin table and quickly greeted his friends. "First he will pour some tea: 2 sugars and a splash of milk. Or perhaps green tea if he's feeling particularly healthy. And as he's waiting for his drink to cool down, Malfoy will put jam on toast. No butter, and marmalade because he's allergic to strawberries. He has that almost every Monday, probably as a treat, all the other days he has toast, with the occasionally scrambled eggs on Saturday. A bit boring if you ask me. It takes him around 2 minutes to eat the toast, before slowly sipping his tea - and then he leaves 10 minutes later with Parkinson and Zabini."
It took around a minute for his friends to comprehend what he had said. They all looked at the Slytherin table to see Malfoy add two sugars and a splash of milk to his tea.
"Bloody hell Harry, how'd you know that?" It was Ron who had broken the silence, and Harry had shrugged in response.
"Harry... this isn't healthy..." Hermione said softly.
"Well, I haven't got anything better to do. If you ask me, school life has become way more boring since we started. No evil wizards out for my life, basilisk to slay, Horcruxes to find, and apparently no Malfoys to annoy."
"I guess he has become quieter since Voldemort was killed. Probably wants to lay low."
"Reminds me ..." And that's when Harry began to tune out his best friend's conversation. A good guess of what they were talking about was the Death Eater trials that were still taking place since The Ministry is still finding undercover Death Eaters from around the globe who tried to flee when the word got around that Voldemort was defeated.
Harry then turned to Ginny and Neville. They were currently debating whether Chudley Cannons or Holyhead Harpies would win the upcoming quidditch tournament.
Overall, it was a pretty monotonous day.
Harry was worried. Not worried about homework, or his friends nor the fact he had potions the first period, he was worried about Malfoy.
It had been thirty-five minutes since he had entered the prefect's bathroom. Thirty-five and not thirty, which was unlike usual. Harry had tried to convince himself that his distress was overdramatic, but after a whole month of watching as Malfoy left their rooms to spend exactly thirty minutes leaving the bathing room and returning to the dorms, the chances of him being late were very, very unlikely (according to Harry).
Maybe it was his hero complex taking action, but it had been officially ten minutes and he had found himself unable to resist the urge to check up on him.
What if he had been hurt - attacked even. The pupils at Hogwarts weren't exactly pleasant to him: being a former death eater, escaping his fates of Azkaban, and being allowed to redo his year at Hogwarts, with his only punishment being on house arrest when he wasn't at school.
And well, if Harry had been incorrect, and if Malfoy had just lost track of time, then Harry would just have to live with the humiliation of being concerned about the one and only Draco Malfoy.
There wasn't any harm in checking... right? Right?
Harry didn't waste time; he quickly put on his slippers and threw on his invisibility cloak, before rapidly making his way into the prefect's bathroom.
When he entered, it was seemingly quiet. There was a constant drip of water that echoes off the walls. Harry didn't see Malfoy at first; he wasn't within the ginormous bathtub, but as he shifted his gaze across the room, Harry found him.
Harry's eyes widened, he had just barely steeled a gasp. Draco Malfoy hadn't been injured in any kind of way, nor hexed to oblivion... but instead...
'Holy Shit,' was the first thing that Harry had thought.
Draco Malfoy was lying on his stomach, stretched out on the floor of the prefect's bathroom. His skin was flushed a rosy pink, sweat glistening on his porcelain skin. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum. But what harry was fixated on was how his slender legs were stretched apart, giving Harry a full erotic view.
He was holding a dildo. This was the second time Harry had seen one, the first had been the oversized one in Seamus's trunk (which he had seen entirely by accident). The one Malfoy was using was significantly smaller, and probably smaller than his cock, judging by its size.
Malfoys hole was slick with lube, and the dildo was centimetres away from his body. Harry stared as he found himself watching as Malfoy slowly pushed the dildo into himself. At first, there were a couple of pauses, probably to adjust to the size, Harry had thought. He was slow with a consistent pace, but after some time, he had gotten used to the dildo, and his pace became erratic with breathless moans. Malfoy used his hands to muffle his moans, which annoyed Harry to a great extent as he couldn't figure out whose name he was whimpering.
It wasn't long until Malfoy was close to finishing, after a couple of long and quick thrusts, he came all over his stomach.
'What the fuck did I just see,' Harry thought looking stunned. What he hadn't noticed was his own uncomfortable, restrictive feeling in his pants.
'What the actual fu-' but he hadn't gotten time to finish that thought because Malfoy was starting to move. Harry held his breath and stood as still as he possibly could.
"Is...is anyone there?" Malfoy called out.
'I've got to get out of here. ASAP,' And so he did. Harry soundlessly cast a silencing charm around himself and ran as quickly as he could to the dorms. He jumped into his bed and cast another silencing charm around it.
'Merlin's tits,' Harry said breathlessly. He looked down to his crotch, which looked and felt unbearable. Harry slid down his pyjamas and boxers and his cock sprung up from the newfound freedom.
Harry groaned inwardly. 'I did NOT get turned on by Malfoy of all people...'
He quickly got himself off, whilst unwillingly thinking of Malfoy masturbating on the bathroom floor. Soon after he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Later that day Harry couldn't get the image of Malfoy out of his head. He also couldn't believe he had jacked off to Malfoy's naked, flushed, sweaty-
'Nope, stop right there,' he thought to himself. 'I shouldn't have gone. That was an invasion of privacy. But do I regret it? Ugh, why do I think Malfoy looked hot? Am I gay? Can I be attracted to girls and boys? That can't be normal, but –'
"Mr Potter! Pay attention to class or else I'm afraid I will have to issue detention," Professor McGonagall stated. "Now then the impervius charm was first created in ..."
"You okay Harry? You've been looking out of it since breakfast," Ron asked out of concern.
"Should I ask Madam Pomfrey for a pepper-up potion?" questioned Hermione.
"I'm not sick!" Harry said quickly, but his friends looked sceptical. "I promise! I've just got a lot on my mind."
"If you're sure. I'll copy up my notes on the information you've missed if you want."
"Thanks 'mione. You're a lifesaver" Harry responded with a grin. That seemed to put his best friends off his back for now.
Harry sighed as he pulled back his hand, which was now covered in cum. He made his way to the sink to scrub the substance off his hands. He had tried, really and truly tried, to stop thinking about Malfoy. But five minutes before, after seeing him walking up the staircases ahead of him, he couldn't help but stop for a moment and stare. He was wearing tight leather trousers, which hugged his curves. His arse was perfectly shaped, in Harry's opinion, and this was the closest to his arse he had ever been before. Harry immediately got flashbacks of the prefect's bathroom, which had caused him to get a hard-on. Luckily for himself, he covered himself with his cloak and rushed to the bathroom to take care of it.
Harry had also noticed that Malfoy would, once in a while, take exactly 20 minutes more in the prefect's bathroom. At first, he could only assume what he was doing in there, but after two weeks of the revelation, Harry couldn't hold himself back any longer.
When the clock hit 06:35, Harry made his way down to the prefect's bathroom. What he had noticed immediately was that he was much earlier than last time.
At present, Harry noticed Malfoy was still prepping himself. The Gryffindor watched as Malfoy squirted lube into his left hand and attentively bought his hand to his hole. He slowly slipped one finger in and moaned lightly. He spent more time allowing himself to adjust before twisting and moving deeper as if he was looking for something. All of a sudden he cried out a moan.
Malfoy repeatedly did the same motion, whilst adding more fingers. Harry had also become aware of the fact that this time there was no dildo in sight.
And then, out of the blue, Harry realised Malfoy was moaning softly under his breath. Someone's name. Harry leaned in closer to make out the name before he froze.
It was Harry. Malfoy was moaning his fucking name.
'What!? Malfoy's... into me?'
Well... that went straight to his cock.
'I've... I've got to get out of here!' Harry thought frantically as he took a step back, but instead, he tripped over his own feet and fell backwards with a loud THUMP.
"Who's there?!" Malfoy shouted, with his wand pointing in Harry's direction, and with a hex at the tip of his tongue.
Unfortunately for Harry, his invisibility cloak had slipped off from his fall and he was desperately trying to untangle it from between his feet.
Malfoy took a step forward and his eyes rested on his perpetrator.
"Harry Potter," he drawled before he quickly realised his state and covered his genitals with his hands. "What the fuck? What are you doing here?!"
"Erm, well, you see, I was just leaving so-" Harry responded as he scrambled around to grab his cloak.
"Were you spyi-" Draco started, but stopped abruptly. "You're hard"
"What?"
In Malfoy's response, he just raised an eyebrow. Harry looked down to his crotch and noticed his cock was painfully hard.
"You became hard by watching me finger myself?" he said, astonished.
"Well, who wouldn't?" Harry bit back, feeling defensive.
"Want me to take care of that for you?"
"What?"
"Oh Potter, stop acting so surprised. You're not a virgin, are you?' Malfoy joked.
"Of course not!" Harry argued. Malfoy dropped down to his knees and slid down his trousers and boxers. He stared for a second at Harry's red and bulging cock before taking a quick lick on the head.
The Gryffindor gave a quiet gasp but was not prepared when Malfoy swallowed his length in one go.
"Holy Mother fucking shit-" Harry shouted. The inside of Malfoy's mouth was hot and slippery, the intoxicating sensation made his knees buckle. Harry desperately clutched onto the wall behind him to stay upright.
Malfoy gave a smug look before he pulls halfway off and sinks back down onto Harry's cock.
"Your really – ah- talented, shit-" Malfoy pulled off Harry with a pop and then began sucking on his balls.
"Why thank you," he responded in a muffled voice. "Blaise and I suck each other off sometimes. It's an on and off thing."
Malfoy put his mouth back down onto Harry's cock and continued sucking. It didn't take long for Harry to realise he was about to cum, but right before he could Malfoy released his cock.
"Why'd you stop?" Harry asked, and he wasn't bothered about the fact he sounded annoyed and needy.
"Fuck me."
"What?" Harry said bewildered, but Malfoy just stared him down.
"I'm not going to fuck you Malfoy," countered Harry, still annoyed for not being able to finish.
"Why not? You scared Potter?"
"Hell no," he responded with a grin. He pushed Malfoy onto his back and threw off his lower garments. Harry then placed a knee in-between Malfoy's slim legs.
"Can...can I kiss you?" Harry whispered.
A moment later, Malfoy started to chuckle. His laugh was light and airy, with a smile which reached his eyes.
'He looks so beautiful,' Harry mused.
"Yes, you can kiss me, you ponce."
Their lips crashed together and created a long, deep kiss that left Harry breathless.
Harry's hand trailed down Malfoys thigh and then rubbed the rim of the Slytherin's hole in circular motions.
Malfoy responded with a groan, "More."
Harry complied and pushed in his first finger. He reflected on minutes before when Malfoy was fingering himself. Harry pushed his finger in deeper, searching to find-
"Oh my-" Malfoy cried out, with his back arching. Harry grabbed the other boy's waist to steady him.
"What was that?" Harry questioned.
"You don't know? It's called a prostrate, and I guarantee it's the most pleasurable thing to exist. I should finger you some time – it's the fucking best."
Before Malfoy could finish his monologue, took out his finger to its tip and plunged it back into Malfoy, making him moan once again
"More," Malfoy demanded, as he wriggled his hips down onto Harry's finger.
It was only a matter of time when Harry added the second, and then the third, making the Slytherin moan erratically beneath him.
"God, Harry, you're such a tease!" Malfoy said exasperated.
He responded with a sly grin. "What do you want instead?" Malfoy's whole body blushed a bright red, then he summoned up the courage and grabbed Harry's cock.
"I want your cock in me right now," Malfoy whispered in his partner's ear.
Harry didn't waste any time before he cast the contraceptive charm. He lined up with Malfoys hole and slowly pushed in.
"Merlin's tits, Malfoy you're so tight."
"Draco"
"Call me Draco. I'm not going to have sex with Harry Potter and have him moaning Malfoy"
Harry nodded and then pushed further. Once Draco had taken his entire length, Harry pulled out to his tip and thrust in once more.
"Draco you feel so good," Harry moaned.
"Less talking, more fucking."
Harry got the message and continued to do more shallow thrusts and Draco jolted at the feeling. Draco's cock twitched, it was pinned between their stomachs.
Soon Harry's cock hit Draco's prostrate.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god-"
His legs shook from the intense pleasure.
"I'm gonna come."
Harry gave Draco another kiss as he pumped him full of his cum, his partner cumming soon after. Harry collapsed at Draco's side, sweaty and breathless.
"Good?" Harry pants.
"Fucking amazing," Draco responded before they both locked gazes and started to giggle.
"Never thought my first time being fucked would be with the chosen one."
"I was your first? I thought it was Zabini."
"Nah we just exchanged blowjobs, nothing more"
There was a brief silence.
"You're my first too."
"Truly? What about the weaslette? I thought there would be people lining up to get fucked by you."
"Well, you're wrong. And I never went this far with Ginny."
There was another pause.
"What are we now?" Draco questioned. "Friends with benefits?"
"I'm willing to get to know you."
"So am I."
"So...meet up with me at Hogsmeade this Saturday?" Harry asked.
"It's a date," Draco smiled, and Harry couldn't help but smile back.
This was my first time writing any type of smut, so if it's awkward to read I am very sorry ;(
I don't know how well this will do, but if it does then I'll write another from Draco's perspective. (thank you for reading!! :))