Disclaimer: No, I do not own any of them (sad, isn't it ?), but I just want them to have some fun…
Rating: R/NC17-ish
Pairing: HP/DM
GETTING EVEN
By Achilles
Minerva McGonagall walked quietly along the passages surrounding Gryffindor Tower. She liked doing her rounds, knowing her students respected her authority and therefore being able to enjoy a peaceful solitude. Her walks always cleared her mind and made an excellent preparation for a good night's sleep. She was just about to call it a night when she rounded the most remote corner of her territory. In a split second her feet seemed glued to the ground, mouth falling open in shock. She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. After pinching her cheek she could only conclude the sight in front of her was as real as she was. And what a sight it was !
There, in a deserted far away corner of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stood one Draco Malfoy in all his Slytherin glory. His robes laid in a puddle on the floor and his trousers were tangled around his ankles. A white shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, revealing a shock of pale alabaster skin. The seventh year didn't seem to notice he had attracted an audience and continued to alternate between biting his lip and snaking his tongue out to run it lasciviously over the swollen flesh. One hand was supporting his trembling frame against the wall, the other one frantically fumbling with his taut nipples. He let out several loud guttural moans, clearly riding high on the wave of passion. McGonagall tried not to look down, but her resolve left her and to her own horror she had to admit the boy looked like lust personified. His erection stood proud in the moonlit passage, but before she would loose herself completely and take a closer look, the professor composed herself and decided to put a stop to this show, as exiting as it was.
It was a shame she didn't watch a little longer, for she would have had the spectacular sight of seeing Draco's cock disappear into thin air.
"Mr. Malfoy! I have never seen such a despicable sight. How dare you soil this serene environment with your perverse actions. Fifty points from Slytherin and I will see you tomorrow evening for a well deserved detention, a time to contemplate about the proper behaviour you appear to have forgotten about. Really, I would have expected more from a prefect, a role model for the younger students." She pursed her lips and to her satisfaction she saw a pink blush spreading over the usually pearly-white cheeks.
"I'll get you for this, Potter." Draco hissed when he bent down to lift up his trousers and pick up his robes.
After the two were gone, stifled choking sounds disrupted the silence. Finally Harry couldn't contain himself any longer and threw off his invisibility cloak. Tears were streaming down his face and he had to steady himself against the wall in order not to fall on his knees. He was sure he would never ever forget what had just happened. The look on McGonagall's face had been priceless and the way Draco had reacted, still in a daze of passion, would be playing inside his head for a very long time. When he suggested to Draco to meet up here, he never expected anyone to go this far in the castle. The passage had looked deserted and the amount of dust made him believe no one ever came here. It was so difficult to find a place like this in such a crowded castle as Hogwarts. They had been unable to see each other for two weeks now and the tension was killing them. Almost literally, because the more sexually frustrated they became, the more they took their anger out on each other during class. Even Snape had raised an eyebrow when Draco had been particularly cruel to Harry. That's when they decided they couldn't wait any longer and made arrangements to meet up here. Harry thought it would be cool to suck Draco off while covered in his invisibility cloak. The vision of Draco on the throes of passion, seemingly self-inflicted was good enough to finish him off as well and he had been working up to a blinding climax when their play had been interrupted. He wondered how Draco would get back at him for this, because Harry knew very well the blond Slytherin wouldn't let this humiliation pass that easily. His cock jumped in anticipation.
Two days later in Potions, Snape teamed them up. Shooting a death glare in their direction, the tall professor warned them not to blotch their potion by starting a fight. But he needn't have worried. A fight was the last thing on Draco's mind. He got the idea when Snape put them together recalling a confession made by a flustered and slightly drunk Harry, who told him he had fantasized about the sarcastic professor talking him into orgasm with that velvet baritone of his. Draco had to admit his Head of House had a powerful sexual instrument at his disposal and he had often wondered if Harry would indeed one day come in his pants only from listening to the voice of the most loathed professor of all times, something the young Gryffindor had admitted being close to on several occasions. Draco decided to help fate a little.
While Snape summed up the ingredients and explained how to make the potion, Draco knew it was now or never. Soon Snape would start his tirade of bringing down the Gryffindors, something that got the best out of that miraculous voice. Pretending to be stirring the cauldron with his left hand he let his right slip under the table, working it's way under Harry's robes.
The Gryffindor jumped up in his chair and eyed his lover suspiciously.
"You bastard." He spat under his breath, trying to press his legs closer together so the sneaky Slytherin couldn't tempt him any longer.
But Draco's fingers moved with a determination that wasn't about to let anything come between them and their goal. When Harry felt the first caress on his bare flesh he nearly cried out. His face was flustered and he was already rock hard. He desperately tried to keep up appearances, but the way Draco was working him he knew it was only a matter of time.
Then Snape moved over to their cauldron and started to insult Harry's qualities as a potions brewer. Harry let out a little moan as he got even harder. He threw one last pleading look at Draco, but seeing the feral grin on that aristocratic face said enough. He tried to clear his mind of all thoughts, hoping against hope his erection would go away. With Draco's continuous stimulation and Snape acting more acidly than ever, Harry's resolve crumbled and he felt his orgasm approaching. He squirmed in his chair, aware of several students in his immediate surrounding turning to look at him. His cheeks were burning now and it had nothing to do with the way Snape was having a go at him, or at least not the way the other students thought.
At last Draco moved his thumb across the head of Harry's cock and grasped it more firmly, tugging harder and harder until it seemed as if he was going to tear the climax out of Harry. Not being able to concentrate on whatever was going on around him, his mind swimming with desire and all sorts of lustful fantasies, Harry felt the tension building inside his balls, a familiar warmth spreading through him and before he could stop himself he threw his head back, let out a loud cry and emptied himself in his pants. He bucked up his hips, calling out "Yes! Yes! Oh, God so good!" riding out his orgasm until the last drop was wrenched from him by Draco's skilled fingers.
When he regained consciousness he noticed he was slumped back in his chair, his neck hurting from the unusual strain of being thrown back in such a cramped manner. All of his fellow students except one were staring at him in shock. He slowly turned his head, reluctant to meet Snape's eyes, but he knew it was unavoidable.
"Potter. Malfoy. My office. Tonight. Eight 'o clock sharp."
He turned on his heels, but not before Harry had seen the spark of interest in those black eyes. Draco nudged his arm.
"Did you see that ?"
When Harry nodded the blond Slytherin continued. "Do I bring the lube or will you ?"
At first Harry was shocked, but then he grinned widely. "No, I think he'll have some of his own."
It looked as if the boys had found a place to meet up and shag each other senseless after all.
THE END
