Chapter 2
"Harry, you have been moping around for days! Is it still Malfoy?" Hermione
always seemed to be able to tell what was going on with Harry.
"No, well, I dunno. Maybe. Okay, he won't even talk to me anymore! I don't understand– I just asked for some space, and this is what I get. It seems as if we can never reach a happy medium." Harry said this with such sadness that Hermione didn't know how to respond. It was true that she had seen Harry in some of his worst times, but how could a Slytherin– and not just any old Slytherin, but Malfoy– change him like this. It seemed that there must be more to this than she or Harry knew.
"Want to play chess, Harry?" Ron said. Ron always knew how to take Harry's mind off of something, and Harry thought this was a good idea, although he knew that he would probably lose. Even though he was The Boy Who Lived, chess eluded him. Maybe it was the fact that one needed to concentrate, and Harry couldn't stay focused for long.
"Well, I'm going out for a bit.," said Hermione. They all figured that she was going to the library and get started on next month's reading since she always said that you could never be to far ahead.
Draco was sitting at the desk in his room when he heard a knock on the door of his private suite.
"Come in," he drawled without a hint of enthusiasm.
When the door opened, he saw that it was Blaise Zabini.
"What do you want?" Draco said without looking up because the minute he saw that it was not Harry, he went back to his potions essay.
"Nothing, I heard about your fight with Potter, are you ok?"
"Of course I am ok, you twit, now what the hell do you want?" Draco was starting to get annoyed now. He could deal with the interruption, but then the questions about his personal life were just too much.
Blaise saw this, and he walked up to Draco's desk and put a hand on his shoulder. "Well Malfoy, I just wanted to see..." and his hand went down from his shoulder to rest on Malfoy's crotch, "...if you were ok," as he unzipped Draco's pants with one hand.
Draco was about to protest, but then he thought about it. He was Horny since he and Potter hadn't had sex in a week and could really use some good head right about now. What the hell– he would get his head, and Potter would never know.
"Alright, Zabini, but don't try to kiss me, I wouldn't want your disgusting lips anywhere near my mouth, you're lucky I am letting you put them anywhere else."
Without warning, he felt Blaise's mouth encompass his erection. Zabini swallowed as much of Draco as he possibly could.
Draco let out a sigh as Zabini licked up and down Draco's prick and stopped at his balls to put them in his mouth as well.
Draco gasped out, "Blaise, I never knew you had it in you" as Blaise started to really work Draco's dick in and out of his mouth and stopping at the head and giving it a slight lick. By this time, Blaise was really getting to Draco, and it was hard for him to control his hips, and he started bucking, which made Blaise swallow him down to the hilt.
Draco was so preoccupied with Blaise that he hadn't noticed someone walk in on them.
"What the HELL is going on here!" Hermione's face was blood red.
Draco looked up and was utterly shocked. He didn't even know that she knew where his room was. Blaise– the dumb fuck that he was–had forgotten to close the door. Draco pushed Blaise off of him, which he instantly regretted because he was about to come, and he didn't know if he could stand to keep it in through his impending argument with Hermione.
"SHIT! Umm, Hermione, this isn't what you think..." he said as Blaise got up and wiped his mouth.
"Bye, Draky can't wait till next time, will you let me swallow your come when we have another go?" Draco reached for his wand on the desk, but when he looked back to shout a curse at Blaise, he was gone.
Now it was just Hermione and Draco, and they were both about to explode– Draco in more ways than one.
"Malfoy when I tell..." Hermione was curiously calm.
"Shut up Granger, there is no reason you stupid Mudblood should be interfering with Harry and my business!" Draco was about to come all over his desk, and he did all he could to control it. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
"I BLOODY WELL WILL NOT!! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND, I KNEW HARRY SHOULD HAVE NEVER GOT INVOLVED WITH THE LIKES OF YOU FROM THE BEGINNING, I TOLD..."
After that derogatory comment, Hermione's emotions were on full boil. But so were Draco's, and it didn't seem like he could hold it any longer. All he could do was turn around and...
"AHHHH ughhh o o ughh ok ok okkk..." Hermione didn't know what do after that. She was confused for a split second, but then she remembered what she came in on.
"YOU disgust me, Malfoy, I can't believe that you would do this to Harry, he loves you!! He would do anything for you, why?" Her hair seemed to look wilder than ever.
Draco was calm again. "I don't think you understood me before. I told you to get out. I don't owe you any explanation, and you can tell Potter whatever you want, as I am through with him anyway," Draco didn't want to say that, but with his emotions running so high he couldn't stop himself.
"FINE!" and she slammed the door.
All of this activity had really been too much to handle. He had done so much in the last fifteen minutes that he needed a rest. Draco Malfoy cleaned himself and the wall next to his desk up. Then he lay down and decided that he would deal with Harry Later.
"No, well, I dunno. Maybe. Okay, he won't even talk to me anymore! I don't understand– I just asked for some space, and this is what I get. It seems as if we can never reach a happy medium." Harry said this with such sadness that Hermione didn't know how to respond. It was true that she had seen Harry in some of his worst times, but how could a Slytherin– and not just any old Slytherin, but Malfoy– change him like this. It seemed that there must be more to this than she or Harry knew.
"Want to play chess, Harry?" Ron said. Ron always knew how to take Harry's mind off of something, and Harry thought this was a good idea, although he knew that he would probably lose. Even though he was The Boy Who Lived, chess eluded him. Maybe it was the fact that one needed to concentrate, and Harry couldn't stay focused for long.
"Well, I'm going out for a bit.," said Hermione. They all figured that she was going to the library and get started on next month's reading since she always said that you could never be to far ahead.
Draco was sitting at the desk in his room when he heard a knock on the door of his private suite.
"Come in," he drawled without a hint of enthusiasm.
When the door opened, he saw that it was Blaise Zabini.
"What do you want?" Draco said without looking up because the minute he saw that it was not Harry, he went back to his potions essay.
"Nothing, I heard about your fight with Potter, are you ok?"
"Of course I am ok, you twit, now what the hell do you want?" Draco was starting to get annoyed now. He could deal with the interruption, but then the questions about his personal life were just too much.
Blaise saw this, and he walked up to Draco's desk and put a hand on his shoulder. "Well Malfoy, I just wanted to see..." and his hand went down from his shoulder to rest on Malfoy's crotch, "...if you were ok," as he unzipped Draco's pants with one hand.
Draco was about to protest, but then he thought about it. He was Horny since he and Potter hadn't had sex in a week and could really use some good head right about now. What the hell– he would get his head, and Potter would never know.
"Alright, Zabini, but don't try to kiss me, I wouldn't want your disgusting lips anywhere near my mouth, you're lucky I am letting you put them anywhere else."
Without warning, he felt Blaise's mouth encompass his erection. Zabini swallowed as much of Draco as he possibly could.
Draco let out a sigh as Zabini licked up and down Draco's prick and stopped at his balls to put them in his mouth as well.
Draco gasped out, "Blaise, I never knew you had it in you" as Blaise started to really work Draco's dick in and out of his mouth and stopping at the head and giving it a slight lick. By this time, Blaise was really getting to Draco, and it was hard for him to control his hips, and he started bucking, which made Blaise swallow him down to the hilt.
Draco was so preoccupied with Blaise that he hadn't noticed someone walk in on them.
"What the HELL is going on here!" Hermione's face was blood red.
Draco looked up and was utterly shocked. He didn't even know that she knew where his room was. Blaise– the dumb fuck that he was–had forgotten to close the door. Draco pushed Blaise off of him, which he instantly regretted because he was about to come, and he didn't know if he could stand to keep it in through his impending argument with Hermione.
"SHIT! Umm, Hermione, this isn't what you think..." he said as Blaise got up and wiped his mouth.
"Bye, Draky can't wait till next time, will you let me swallow your come when we have another go?" Draco reached for his wand on the desk, but when he looked back to shout a curse at Blaise, he was gone.
Now it was just Hermione and Draco, and they were both about to explode– Draco in more ways than one.
"Malfoy when I tell..." Hermione was curiously calm.
"Shut up Granger, there is no reason you stupid Mudblood should be interfering with Harry and my business!" Draco was about to come all over his desk, and he did all he could to control it. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
"I BLOODY WELL WILL NOT!! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND, I KNEW HARRY SHOULD HAVE NEVER GOT INVOLVED WITH THE LIKES OF YOU FROM THE BEGINNING, I TOLD..."
After that derogatory comment, Hermione's emotions were on full boil. But so were Draco's, and it didn't seem like he could hold it any longer. All he could do was turn around and...
"AHHHH ughhh o o ughh ok ok okkk..." Hermione didn't know what do after that. She was confused for a split second, but then she remembered what she came in on.
"YOU disgust me, Malfoy, I can't believe that you would do this to Harry, he loves you!! He would do anything for you, why?" Her hair seemed to look wilder than ever.
Draco was calm again. "I don't think you understood me before. I told you to get out. I don't owe you any explanation, and you can tell Potter whatever you want, as I am through with him anyway," Draco didn't want to say that, but with his emotions running so high he couldn't stop himself.
"FINE!" and she slammed the door.
All of this activity had really been too much to handle. He had done so much in the last fifteen minutes that he needed a rest. Draco Malfoy cleaned himself and the wall next to his desk up. Then he lay down and decided that he would deal with Harry Later.