Counter Attack

Though he adamantly denied it all the way, Draco was really looking forward to lunch.

"You see, there's not really anything wrong with me," he reassured himself, as the voices in his head were currently refusing to talk to him. "I was just hungry! I mean, people do the oddest things when their blood sugar levels drop! So there you, go, I wasn't lonely or bored, I was just thinking irrationally because of hunger!"

Draco was all around very pleased with this line of reasoning, though as we all know, wizards posses a very thin grasp of logic. It is no wonder, therefore, that Draco completely failed to take into account the fact that only a few hours earlier at breakfast, he was so upset that Harry wasn't there to amuse him, that he made himself ill by eating twice as much as everyone else, so he currently wasn't hungry in the slightest. The voices in his head, however, had a surprising grasp of logic and were all laughing at Draco behind his back.

No one who had seen Draco's shameless display of gorging himself at breakfast was surprised that he barely touched his lunch. They were surprised, however, by the fact that he instead chose to spend his time staring at Harry with an odd grin and crazy glint in his eyes. For the most part, Harry seemed to ignore him, only occasionally looking up from his food to cast a glare at Draco that conveyed no more or less than all consuming hatred. This only seemed to amuse Draco all the more, so he just kept on grinning in the same somewhat maniacal manner. As long as the two boys kept silent, though, no one paid any heed to them.

"OW!!"

A few heads glanced up to see that the smile was no longer on Draco's face. The source of his outcry, however, could not be determined, so they turned away again.

"OW! Potter kicked me!"

Now everyone looked up from their meals to stare inquisitively at Draco. Everyone, that is, except for Harry, who apparently had given up glaring at Draco and had now taken to ignoring him completely.

"OW! He did it again!" Draco looked down the table towards the staff, expecting at least Snape to take points off of Harry's house.

Most of the looks he got in return varied from disbelief to irritation. Snape himself was looking away, trying to hide his own embarrassment at having chosen as his star pupil, a young man who was clearly entering the steep decent into dementia.

"Why don't you believe me? OW! He did it again! Didn't you see that?"

"No Mr Malfoy, I'm afraid we didn't see Mr Potter kick you," Dumbledore finally stated in a kind manner. "Perhaps you imagined it?"

"What!? That's ludicrous!" Draco jumped up from his seat in outrage.

Harry finally looked up from his food at Draco and rolled his eyes, showing off his best "I always knew Draco would go mad one day" look. He then simply went back to his food.

"Potter, you kicked me and you know it!" Draco was getting very upset now. It was bad enough that he occasionally suspected he might be going mad, but it was truly insupportable that the whole of the staff should think so as well.

Harry sighed deeply and looked back up at Draco.

"Malfoy, did you forget to take your pills this morning?" Harry whispered loud enough that everyone else at the table could hear. "Cause you really need to settle down; you're only embarrassing yourself here."

Draco merely sputtered, being at a complete loss for words. He had no idea how Harry found out about the fact that he was on medication, or how he knew that he had forgotten to take it that morning, but he was definitely going to find out who it was who told him, and kill that person!

Draco finally regained his composure and managed to hiss at Harry, "whether or not I remember to take my medication in the morning, Potter, is my business and my business only! Do I make myself clear?"

At this, Harry paused briefly to stare wide eyed at Draco and to let his words sink in, then he burst out laughing.

"Holy crap, Malfoy, that was a joke! I didn't really think you were on medication!

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

This, Draco decided, was why it was best to keep his mouth shut when he was in public. Somewhat belatedly, Draco decided to take this plan into effect. So he sat back down and went into his "Aloof, Cool, Calm, and Collected, Malfoy Mode," ignoring everyone else for the rest of the meal.

Harry, himself, just continued to laugh even more at what he considered to be "The Malfoy Avoidance Tactic."

******

As Draco headed back to the dungeons after lunch, he couldn't help but feel that someone was following him. He'd glance back nervously over his shoulder every once in a while, but there would never be anyone there. The feeling refused to go away, so Draco started to pick up his pace, until he realized that running maniacally down the corridor to get away from invisible people was no way to prove his sanity. As soon as he slowed down, though, the invisible stalker kicked Draco's feet out from under him, causing him to land flat on his back.

"I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane," Draco muttered repeatedly while searching up and down the corridor for his invisible attacker. In his fright he didn't have enough forethought to fight back when the invisible person grabbed Draco by the wrists and in one swift movement, pulled him back to a standing position and tied his wrists magically behind his back.

"Who…who is this!? Show yourself!" Draco stuttered nervously.

"You know who this is," whispered a disembodied voice, which Draco might have mistaken for one of the voices in his head if it weren't that he could feel the hot breath against his ear. "Now, we're going to walk very calmly to the Slytherin dorms where you are going to be a good boy and say the password. Okay?"

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I'll carry you there over my shoulder."

"You may be able to do that, but you can't make me say the password!" Draco was beginning to get some of his nerve back now that, though he couldn't figure out why he was invisible, he at least figured out that his attacker was Harry Potter.

"If you don't say the password, then I'll just have to fuck you in the corridor, won't I? I imagine that being caught in the hallways taking it up the ass by your arch nemesis won't be at all beneficial to your already delicate psyche, will it?"

"You are a complete bastard, you know that don't you?"

"I learned from the very best! Now get walking."

It wasn't until the two boys were inside of the Slytherin commons room that Harry took off his invisibility cloak.

Draco stood there in the middle of the room with his hands still tied behind his back, but he tried to look as intimidating as possible.

"What the fuck is your problem, Potter? I know you were kicking me today during lunch!"

"Yeah, that was fun, wasn't it?" Harry said almost wistfully.

"It wasn't fun at all! You made me look like a bloody fool!"

"I know!" Harry said with a big grin. "But you see, you missed out on the big show this morning and I didn't want you to miss out on all the fun."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this morning, Malfoy," Harry's face was now hardened in anger. "I had the most wonderful experience waking up this morning, pity it wasn't you. You do realize that Macgonagal found me, don't you? Sitting by myself in the commons room, a little girls dress pulled up around my chest, hands tied above my head, and a lap-full of come. Do you have any idea just how humiliating that was?"

That was a lot of information for Draco to digest just then. He really hadn't considered all those things. Part of it was intentional, of course. He had fully intended that Harry should be found in the morning by one of the professors with a dress pulled up to his armpits, he had tucked it behind his back purposefully so that it wouldn't fall down and spoil the effect. And of course he knew that it was Macgonagal who found him, Draco suggested it to her himself that maybe Harry wasn't feeling well and should be checked up on. But there was one thing that was really bothering him. The lap-full of come. He distinctly remembered that after he knocked Harry out and tucked the skirt behind his back, that he indulged himself by personally licking all of the come off of Harry.

"You know, Harry, I hadn't considered all of that, I'm sorry. I mean, it never occurred to me that Macgonagal would find you with a lap-full of your own come, I mean, it wasn't there when I had left the night before."

Harry's face turned bright red, though Draco honestly couldn't say whether it was from anger or embarrassment. The truth, of course, as Harry could have told him if he suddenly lost all self respect, was that it was both. He was primarily embarrassed at the thought that Draco might suspect that he'd had a wet dream about him (which of course he had) but he was also angry with himself for having slipped up in admitting that he'd woken up with a lap-full of his own come. But he was also angry at Draco for not only being the cause of his anguish (If having a wet dream could be considered anguish) and then for him having the audacity to throw it in his face. That was, Harry decided, the last straw. If Draco wasn't having wet dreams after today, it wouldn't be due to a lack of effort on Harry's part. And with that thought and a growl, Harry pounced.

Draco had been contemplating two separate things up to that point. He was primarily contemplating just what had happened to cause a brand new puddle of Harry's come to be found on his lap and he was secondarily contemplating whether he should be embarrassed by the fact that the first puddle of come had been cleaned away by none other than his own tongue. He had barely enough time to reach a conclusion to either of these questions when he found himself quite suddenly flat on his back with a slightly crazed looking Harry Potter on top of him. Once that happened he really didn't care about the answer to the first two questions for a third question instantly jumped into the forefront of his mind.

"What on earth was Potter on about?"

That question was quickly answered when Harry pulled out his wand and with one simple spell, "exvestimenti," the two of them were left completely as god had intended. Once that question was laid to rest, Draco decided that he'd had enough of silly questions as they were distracting him from the simply marvelous things Harry was doing with his mouth.

Harry had always considered it to be very true that you indeed do learn something new every day, and sometimes you even learn more than one new thing! For example, Harry never knew it before, but at that moment he learned that anger is indeed a very powerful aphrodisiac. He also learned that Draco's neck seemed to be perfectly designed for sucking on, oh and biting, too for that matter! This was all very new to Harry. He honestly had never before that day considered that there would be so many parts of Draco Malfoy's body that would be so much fun to lick!

Draco really didn't want to complain lest Harry remove that wonderful mouth for good, but the fact was that he was really quite uncomfortable laying on the floor with his hands tied behind his back.

"Look Potter…do you think…um…oh wow…uh…it's just that it's somewhat uncomfortable with my hands tied behind my back."

Despite the fact that he was still very angry at Draco, he found that a bit of good will could be afforded him on account of the fact that he did have such an incredibly lickable body.

Harry grabbed his wand once again, flipped Draco over on his stomach, and released his hands from the magic bonds. It was then that Harry learned yet another new thing! Draco Malfoy, he now knew, was even more gorgeous from behind, if that was at all possible. Draco was just about to turn himself back over when a strong hand reached out and planted itself firmly on Draco's shoulder, holding him put, face down on the floor. He was about to protest when he felt that wonderful, wonderful mouth once again on his skin. This time it started out on the back of his neck, first biting down hard, just at the base of his hair line (because that was just so much fun), then it turned into a long swipe of the tongue, slowly making its way from the neck down between his shoulder blades and following his spine the rest of the way down Draco's back.

For the most part, Draco was surprised to find that there was something about Harry's mouth on his skin that left him completely incapable of coherent thought. If he were more capable, he would have been aware of exactly which direction it was that Harry was headed. But as it was, he didn't realize it until the very last moment when Harry's clever little tongue made it's way between the cleft of Draco's ass.

"Oh!" was about as coherent a statement Draco could make at that moment as to he feelings on the subject of rimming. Somewhere in the confused muddle of his neural synapses were a couple of thoughts. One was that he really didn't like where this was headed. The other was that he really liked where this was headed. Now these are on their own completely incompatable thoughts, but in Draco's state of reduced mental functionings, Draco was even more confused.

When Draco finally felt Harry's clever, clever little tongue force it's way into his entrance, he felt as though, surely, an opinion on the situation should be offered up for posterity. Not having quite decided what his feelings were on the subject, though, and of course being completely rendered incapable of making any remark at all, coherent or otherwise, the best Draco could do was to let out what could be only described as a squawk. In response, Harry raised one eyebrow and continued to explore Draco's ass.

Somewhere in the back of Draco's very confused head came a very good idea, though. When Harry's clever tongue was replaced by an even more clever little finger, Draco decided that it would be in his best interest to keep his mouth shut and thus save himself from any further embarrassment. The thought also occurred to him that it was odd that he had never before noticed Harry's fingers before, which were, as it was now quite evident, very long and leaving him in a reduced state of groaning into the carpet beneath him. It frustrated him to no end when both mouth and fingers disappeared altogether. He thanked his lucky stars, however, that he miraculously had enough presence of mind not to whimper at their sudden absence.

Not quite sure what was going on, Draco turned his head back a little, so that he could see what Harry was doing. Harry was grinning down at him in a way that made Draco quite nervous. What set him even more ill at ease, though was the way Harry was fingering his wand.

"That was quite an interesting spell you taught me last night, wasn't it?"

-Oh shit-

"I'd be interested to know where you learned it from."

Draco merely turned his head back around in response.

"What? You don't want to tell me? It ought to be really good, then."

Draco shuddered a little as Harry's wand was shoved up his ass, but that was the only response Harry got.

"So you don't feel like telling me where you learned it? Hmmm….Maybe someone used it at you first?"

Draco shook his head adamantly.

"No?" Harry shoved the wand in a little deeper, forcing it in with little half turns back and forth. "Sure you don't want to tell me?"

Draco shook his head again. The wand went a little bit deeper.

"You know I'm rather fond of my wand. Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches. Nice and supple. I'd hate to loose it." Harry pushed the wand in even further.

"Book.," came a muffled voice.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I read it in a book!" Draco shouted.

"Heh, and a fascinating book it must be too, I'd wager. You'll have to lend it to me sometime." Harry finally said "lubricantate" and removed his wand. He paused before setting his wand down to have a good look at it. It occurred to him that he'd never be able to look at his wand again without thinking that it had been in Draco Malfoy's ass. -But then again- he thought, -so has my tongue- and with one swift movement, so had his cock.

Draco was about to complain quite vehemently at the intrusion, but with Harry's cock came once again his mouth. With every long, slow movement, Harry nibbled, licked, and sucked at the flesh on Draco's neck, shoulders, and back. This was yet another new thing Harry learned that day, it's very important to know what gets your enemy off. It was quite obvious that Draco really liked what Harry was doing with his mouth. Soon Harry had managed to reduce Draco to making strange little mewing noises with every thrust and lick. That was very interesting indeed. But knowing Draco liked what was happening to him was not enough, Harry wanted him to beg for it.

Draco was just starting to really get into the swing of things when Harry's mouth suddenly disappeared yet again, and his cock had been pulled out to that he could only just feel the head. Draco was sure that this was some sick joke and that Harry would start up again, yet as he waited, Harry seemed very determined not to move. That would simply not do.

Harry knew that Draco would never verbally beg for anything, let alone sexual favors from his arch rival, but he knew if he waited long enough, Draco would crack one way or another. And finally he did. Harry grinned wolfishly when Draco lifted his hips, pushing them back, trying to impale himself on Harry's cock since Harry would not oblige. -I've got him-

With a growl Harry went into overdrive, gabbing Draco's hips and thrusting with increased vigor. As he continued to fuck Draco, he moved his mouth back on his neck and this time he reached around Draco's hips with one hand and began thrusting up and down on his cock, mimicking the movement of his thrusting in and out of Draco's ass.

If there was anything that would be the downfall of Draco Malfoy it would be sensory overload. With Harry attacking not only his ass, but his neck and cock as well, there was very little for Draco to do but submit, hell, he'd probably give up his inheritance and his title. Draco cried out something that was mainly muffled by the carpet that his face was shoved into, but Harry seemed to catch the gist of it and he was very pleased with the sounds of it. That was all it took and Harry found himself coming violently into Draco's ass. Draco came as soon as he felt Harry's come shooting inside of him and sprayed his own come into Harry's hand.

The two boys collapsed, Harry spread across Draco's back. Both of them were panting heavily, Draco was still twitching a bit as Harry's tongue had not left his neck. It was Harry who recovered first, pulling out of Draco and rolling off of him and onto the floor so that he was lying on his back next to Draco. He glanced over at Draco and laughed softly at the sight of him, still trying to catch his breath and his eyes opened wide as if he were a stunned animal who didn't know what hit him.

Harry finally pulled himself up off of the ground and began putting his clothes back on him.

"I'll see you at supper," he called back to the unresponsive Slytherin as he left through the portrait hole.

//That was fucking amazing!//

"wha…hah?" was all Draco could manage.

**The fucking, man, the fucking!**

^^You were there weren't you?^^

"Oh, yeah…"

##I doubt that even such a pansy assed moron such as yourself could have missed that!##

"No…I noticed it….Where's voice number five?"

//He passed out//

"Can you guys do that?"

##Well you know number five, he probably just did it for effect. I got to tell you, though, man, I nearly thought about doing it myself when you cried out what you did!##

"What? What do you mean?"

//He's referring to when you screamed, "Oh God, oh Harry, yes!" right before you all came//

"I didn't say that!" Draco said indignantly.

**Oh yes you did! We all heard you!**

^^Yeah, and I'm pretty sure that "Harry" heard you too!^^

"Oh, please tell me you're kidding!"

//Nope, sorry kid//

Draco groaned as he struggled to get up. Why did this have to happen to him? What did he ever do to deserve this? Picking his clothes up as he went, Draco made his way up to his room. If he was going to show up at supper later that day, he was going to need a shower, and a nap.

When Draco was all clean, he fell down on his bed and curled up. Before sleep overcame him he found himself thinking that Harry really did have a nice mouth… and nice hands… and …-oh fuck-… he really had a nice cock too. It occurred to him that he really wasn't supposed to have thoughts like that, though.

-shit-