I fucked Harry Potter last night.
That's right, I, Draco Malfoy, slept in Harry Potter's tower, in Harry Potter's dorm, in Harry Potter's bed.
And today when I returned back to my dorm, I smelled of him as well. I took a shower to get rid of it and went to breakfast. It was a good breakfast, probably because I had a night of good sex.
Potions wasn't so bad today, either, It wasn't as boring, not as listless as usual. Because I knew Harry Potter was watching me from his seat. His sidekicks oblivious to the fact that I, Draco Malfoy, had fucked Harry Potter last night. And it was good. No, not good, sorry, but great. It was probably the best I ever had, well, since I was a virgin beforehand it was the only I've ever had. But no difference. No one could compare.
They didn't know, no one knew. It was probably one of the most exciting aspects of the entire night. Sex aside, mind you. A secret between us. How juicy, how pleasant. Who cares if it was Potter? We're old enough to put aside our differences. Puberty is much more demanding than "my father serves the guy who wants you dead" anyhow.
And you know? I may just saunter out of Potions, grab Harry and drag him up to the Astronomy Tower. I know what you think, everyone goes there for a quick shag once in awhile.
Damn straight they do.
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I fucked Harry Potter today. I told you I would do it, and I did. Harry was only too happy to oblige when I *accidentally* tripped him coming out of Potions. And *come* out of Potions he did. Err...no pun intended.
Screw it. Pun intended.
If I may say so, it was better than last night. I didn't think it possible but then again Harry can outlive Voldemort time and time again and each time with a little more of a flourish. Seems he does the same with sex as well. And I think he may even like me too.
It was nice, you know, to be inside of him. I pushed him up against the wall first, tongue and teeth and lips colliding in an overall exhilirhating kiss. His mouth was warm and tasted sweet. And he smelled so good, good enough to eat. But I didn't. I snaked his flesh with my tongue, his neck, his chest, and his clothes were off no faster than mine were.
My hands tangled in his hair as we kissed and finally, finally I claimed him against the wall.
He screamed my name when he came, and I followed suit soon after. It was the least I could do. "Harry" is one of those words that just rolls off your tongue in the heat of the moment.
Oh yes, I fucked Harry Potter today.
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It's after dinner now, and I am on my way to Harry's. Tonight I will fuck him again. And it will be great.
But as I walk into his room, and he is looking at me, something is different.
He takes my hand and brings me over to the bed. He just looks at me with those smouldering green eyes and leans over and kisses me. And this time, its not just teeth and tongue and lips.
It's more.
It's passion and caring and- what the fuck?
And he pushes me down on the bed, and begins to kiss me everywhere, undressing me slowly and for the first time a little self-conscious. And this time he is tender, it is not raw hunger like last night or today. No hormones knocking on the door screaming "ravish him now!"
It's real this time. Well, to Harry it is. I don't really know what to think except that it feels good to have Harry inside of me. I could live the rest of my life with Harry fucking me over and over, alternating with my doing the same to him.
And then I do. After lying next to him for some time, just watching his face and seeing more than he knows I am seeing, I slowly begin to kiss him, the way he kissed me. And he is whispering my name again. I can listen to him say my name like that for eternity. It turns out that maybe I do know what to expect.
I fucked Harry Potter tonight.
Screw that.
I made love with Harry Potter tonight.
