Chapter 2
// It will be hard to get Harry. A bit of a challenge, you could say. I need to break down his barriers one by one until he starts falling for me. I must let him know of my intentions so he is not surprised when I make finally make my move.
Look at him. It won't be such a hardship to sleep with him. He's rather cute in a scruffy, laid-back sort of way. He leans forward eagerly, desperate for knowledge. I will make him arch like that; I will make him desperate for my kiss. And when I have his love, his body, I'll dump him in a way so terrible he will think his heart has shattered.
I'll ruin him, The Boy Who Lived. //
"Draco?"
He looked up at the teacher. Lupin was staring at him with a funny look, as was the rest of the class. Except Harry. He realised he had been scowling and that the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher had asked him a question.
"Sorry, Sir?" He added the Sir in a defiant way to suggest he was anything but.
"I asked if you and Harry would be willing to demonstrate the Imperius curse next week as Harry is the only person to successfully defy the power of that particular Unforgivable, and I believe you have experience of performing the curse with your father."
"Indeed." If Harry had agreed, then, to think of all the things he could make him do.
// Oh, this is going to be good. // He had been going to corner Harry straight after the lesson but Harry, followed by Ron and a few other class members hurried out, yelling "Quidditch Practice, See you," to Hermione. He would have to wait till later.
"Yo Harry, great match! How the hell did you manage to catch the Snitch in this weather?" The boys burst into the changing room, their skin dripping wet from the rain, but flushed with happiness at yet another victory over Hufflepuff. After congratulating each other for their triumphs and taking the piss of their mistakes, they went to shower and get dressed. Due to only being 5 showers, Seamus and Harry were still talking as the others left.
"I wonder why it is always us two left after the match," mused Harry.
"Well, I don't know about you, Harry, but I am happy to wait. The team members don't half have nice bodies, Ron's included!"
"You're gay, as well? I thought they were rumours started by Lavender because you wouldn't go out with her."
"No, she was telling the truth. I'm gay; I thought everyone knew that. Wait a minute. 'AS WELL???' You mean that you're.?"
"Yu-huh."
"Wow!" Seamus looked at Harry with renewed admiration. They discussed how long they had known, who else knew and who they liked. Seamus felt honoured to be told before Ron but Harry had never been able to predict a good reaction from the redhead and he didn't want to lose his friendship. But when the Irish Lad learnt of Harry's biggest crush.
"DRACO MALFOY??? How can you fancy Draco Malfoy??? He's a Slytherin, he's an annoying little git and you've hated each other for years! How can you like Him?"
"Well, there's his body for a start."
Both boys burst out laughing and went to shower, but on the way Seamus said, "Oh God, I forgot, I'm supposed to be meeting someone. I'll have to skip the shower." He refused to tell Harry whom he was meeting and Harry could hear him muttering "Draco Malfoy" as if you learn some difficult incantation.
But as Harry was leaving the shower, he heard the other boy say it again in a totally different way, heard a scuffle, and heard a door slam and lock.
"Seamus.?" Harry slung a towel loosely round his hips and went to see what had happened. He looked around the lockers and saw Draco standing in the centre of the room, waiting. He stood paralysed by a Silver Gaze as it rested on his face, then casually drifted down his half-naked body before once again returning to rest on his eyes. He let his lids flutter down, so as to disguise the desire in his eyes. If he hadn't he might have glimpsed a reflection of his want, deep inside the usually cool eyes. In fact, the Silver Dragon was immensely turned on by the sight of his Harry nearly nude.
"Potter." he moved towards the other boy trying to regain his composure.
"What do you want Malfoy? Come to steal some tactics for our match next month? If so you're too late."
"Come now, Harry, you know me better than that."
"W-what did you just call me?"
"You heard. And you know why I said it too." He raised his hand to Harry's shoulder and ran it lightly down the shorted boy's torso. Harry backed off as far as possible, slamming against the lockers.
"I don't know what you mean." Harry Stammered. Draco moved forward again and brought his hands to rest on either side of the Griffindor, effectively trapping him. He looked into Harry's eyes, full of confusion and need, and moved his head until they were almost touching.
"I think you do." Draco ran his tongue lightly over Harry's bottom lip before slipping it into the depths of his mouth. He probed and bit until he forced a response from the darker boy. When he received the response he wanted, he broke off the kiss. Harry moaned from being abandoned but Draco soon kissed his way along Harry's jawbone before latching onto his neck. He sucked and bit until Harry was moaning with pleasure. After what seemed like hours he finally stopped and caressed the other boy through his towel. Harry gasped from the firm grip on his aroused hardness.
"Just so you know what to expect next time. See you round."
Draco left, leaving Harry alone with a raging hard on and confused feelings of passion. He got dressed and went to find Seamus.
// It will be hard to get Harry. A bit of a challenge, you could say. I need to break down his barriers one by one until he starts falling for me. I must let him know of my intentions so he is not surprised when I make finally make my move.
Look at him. It won't be such a hardship to sleep with him. He's rather cute in a scruffy, laid-back sort of way. He leans forward eagerly, desperate for knowledge. I will make him arch like that; I will make him desperate for my kiss. And when I have his love, his body, I'll dump him in a way so terrible he will think his heart has shattered.
I'll ruin him, The Boy Who Lived. //
"Draco?"
He looked up at the teacher. Lupin was staring at him with a funny look, as was the rest of the class. Except Harry. He realised he had been scowling and that the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher had asked him a question.
"Sorry, Sir?" He added the Sir in a defiant way to suggest he was anything but.
"I asked if you and Harry would be willing to demonstrate the Imperius curse next week as Harry is the only person to successfully defy the power of that particular Unforgivable, and I believe you have experience of performing the curse with your father."
"Indeed." If Harry had agreed, then, to think of all the things he could make him do.
// Oh, this is going to be good. // He had been going to corner Harry straight after the lesson but Harry, followed by Ron and a few other class members hurried out, yelling "Quidditch Practice, See you," to Hermione. He would have to wait till later.
"Yo Harry, great match! How the hell did you manage to catch the Snitch in this weather?" The boys burst into the changing room, their skin dripping wet from the rain, but flushed with happiness at yet another victory over Hufflepuff. After congratulating each other for their triumphs and taking the piss of their mistakes, they went to shower and get dressed. Due to only being 5 showers, Seamus and Harry were still talking as the others left.
"I wonder why it is always us two left after the match," mused Harry.
"Well, I don't know about you, Harry, but I am happy to wait. The team members don't half have nice bodies, Ron's included!"
"You're gay, as well? I thought they were rumours started by Lavender because you wouldn't go out with her."
"No, she was telling the truth. I'm gay; I thought everyone knew that. Wait a minute. 'AS WELL???' You mean that you're.?"
"Yu-huh."
"Wow!" Seamus looked at Harry with renewed admiration. They discussed how long they had known, who else knew and who they liked. Seamus felt honoured to be told before Ron but Harry had never been able to predict a good reaction from the redhead and he didn't want to lose his friendship. But when the Irish Lad learnt of Harry's biggest crush.
"DRACO MALFOY??? How can you fancy Draco Malfoy??? He's a Slytherin, he's an annoying little git and you've hated each other for years! How can you like Him?"
"Well, there's his body for a start."
Both boys burst out laughing and went to shower, but on the way Seamus said, "Oh God, I forgot, I'm supposed to be meeting someone. I'll have to skip the shower." He refused to tell Harry whom he was meeting and Harry could hear him muttering "Draco Malfoy" as if you learn some difficult incantation.
But as Harry was leaving the shower, he heard the other boy say it again in a totally different way, heard a scuffle, and heard a door slam and lock.
"Seamus.?" Harry slung a towel loosely round his hips and went to see what had happened. He looked around the lockers and saw Draco standing in the centre of the room, waiting. He stood paralysed by a Silver Gaze as it rested on his face, then casually drifted down his half-naked body before once again returning to rest on his eyes. He let his lids flutter down, so as to disguise the desire in his eyes. If he hadn't he might have glimpsed a reflection of his want, deep inside the usually cool eyes. In fact, the Silver Dragon was immensely turned on by the sight of his Harry nearly nude.
"Potter." he moved towards the other boy trying to regain his composure.
"What do you want Malfoy? Come to steal some tactics for our match next month? If so you're too late."
"Come now, Harry, you know me better than that."
"W-what did you just call me?"
"You heard. And you know why I said it too." He raised his hand to Harry's shoulder and ran it lightly down the shorted boy's torso. Harry backed off as far as possible, slamming against the lockers.
"I don't know what you mean." Harry Stammered. Draco moved forward again and brought his hands to rest on either side of the Griffindor, effectively trapping him. He looked into Harry's eyes, full of confusion and need, and moved his head until they were almost touching.
"I think you do." Draco ran his tongue lightly over Harry's bottom lip before slipping it into the depths of his mouth. He probed and bit until he forced a response from the darker boy. When he received the response he wanted, he broke off the kiss. Harry moaned from being abandoned but Draco soon kissed his way along Harry's jawbone before latching onto his neck. He sucked and bit until Harry was moaning with pleasure. After what seemed like hours he finally stopped and caressed the other boy through his towel. Harry gasped from the firm grip on his aroused hardness.
"Just so you know what to expect next time. See you round."
Draco left, leaving Harry alone with a raging hard on and confused feelings of passion. He got dressed and went to find Seamus.