I'm writing this and listening to Beethoven's Symphony #9, and I just
realized that my typing gets faster and slower as the song does. Kinda
crazy huh?
ANYWAYS.
Any review would be greatly appreciated, seeing as I have a pathetic life currently and they might add a little cinnamon to my plain barely buttered toast of a life. Yeah. That's what I need, cinnamon-y reviews please!
On with the story..
PREVIOSLY
"I'm making you uncomfortable, Harry" Draco said knowingly.
"Yes. Yes you are, and I have to get out of here before I do something stupid." With that, Harry darted past Draco and up the stairs. Draco heard his bedroom door slam and grinned.
He was getting to Potter alright. He was getting to him fast. Faster than he would have originally thought.
But there was one small problem. He was still really fucking horny.
Chapter Four:
Harry lay on the floor of the common room by the fire. It was colder than usual everywhere in the school, but that didn't stop Draco from going to Quidditch practice. Not that Harry was upset that he was gone, god no, he loved the time in peace. At least he though he did. Anyways, he lay by the fire struggling to answer the questions that Snape had assigned them for Potions. He was still on the second out of twenty questions and he had been working all day. At this rate he would never finish. He flopped his head down and groaned. This was ridiculous. He was the top of his class in every class except potions. He simply didn't have the patience and the natural skill to be a potions master.
The wind picked up outside and the snow flying against the window pane made him shiver, despite the warmth licking up his body. At that moment, Draco came through the portrait. He was dripping wet and shivering. Harry looked up at him.
"I canceled the rest of practice, you cant see five feet in front of you in that weather." Harry just nodded. He couldn't tear his eyes off of Draco's body. Because he was soaked, his shirt clung to him in all the right places and his hair dripped down onto his shoulders, giving him a very hot athlete appearance. Harry didn't even scold himself for looking at the boy in front of him. He couldn't.
In the past few days, Harry and Draco had come to a mutual agreement to be civil at least. Instead of throwing arguments back and forth like daggers.
"what are you doing?" Draco asked, as he set himself down on the couch.
"Potions, and you're getting the couch all wet."
"Still?"
"Yes. I can't do it."
"Well. I'm going to go take a shower, and then I'll come help you, I still have to do mine."
"Okay, whatever." Harry tried to make himself stop thinking about Draco in the shower, but it was useless.
After Draco left, Harry performed a drying spell on the wet couch and then flopped down onto it.
Twenty minutes later Draco came back down in gray slacks and a white t- shirt. He lay down next to Harry and pulled the book closer. Leaning over to read the test, Harry couldn't help but bring his face closer to Draco's wet hair and breathe in the scent. He couldn't help the attraction he felt towards Draco at this moment. As the smell of Draco's shampoo infiltrated Harry's nose, Harry became aware that it was becoming increasingly harder to lay on his stomach.
Harry quickly pulled his head back as Draco looked up at him. He didn't say anything at first and then Draco spoke.
"Do you have another quill?" he asked. Harry almost laughed at the question, but reached to dig one out of his bag. As he handed it over, Draco licked his lips subconsciously, but that was all it took for Harry to lose control, something he rarely did.
Before Harry even realized what he was doing he had leaned over and dropped his face onto Draco's, catching his mouth in a hurried kiss. Draco's lips were soft, they were warm and while they were still for a moment in shock, it wasn't long at all before they came to like and moved with Harry. Draco parted his lips in an invitation to take it further, and Harry slid his tongue into Draco's mouth without thinking twice. Somehow he had managed to roll so that he was half on top of Draco with one arm and one hand on either side of Draco's face, kissing him passionately. Draco had woven his arms up around Harry's neck and was playing with the hair at the nape of Harry's neck.
Harry pulled back at last, shocked by what had just happened. But when he looked into Draco's eyes, expecting to see disgust and anger, he saw only pure lust. Draco pulled his neck back down and crushed his lips to Harry's, pulling the other boy on top of him completely.
Harry laughed at obliged, he could feel Draco stiffening under him, and he groaned into Draco's mouth at the friction on his hardening cock. Harry felt Draco reach up under his shirt and he helped Draco so that he could remove both of their shirt. After they were both topless, Draco ran his hands all over Harry's defined chest and abs. And then lower. Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco slipped his hand lower and then in the waistband of his boxers. He felt his warm fingers inching slowly closer to his cock and then finally, Draco wrapped his fingers around him and Harry groaned into Draco's mouth.
Harry Potter awoke sharply, he was hot and sweaty and incredibly hard. He looked around, confused as to where he was. He was alone in his bedroom, the sheets stuck to his skin and a boner that would have to be dealt with before he could sleep again.
And then the dream came back to him. In details that he would rather forget, the dream came back. Harry closed his eyes and for a moment he wished that it were reality. And then he realized what he had just wished for. He had just wished to have Draco sodding Malfoy jacking him off in front of the fire. How fucking pathetic was that? Harry almost threw up at the fact. Well, no actually he didn't, but he wished he could have been more disgusted. He wished he could have been disgusted at all. But as he lay back down against the pillows he realized that he was just disappointed that it was only a dream. He slipped his hand down under the sheets and into his boxers, gently stroking himself until he found a rhythm he liked. He closed his eyes and touch of Draco. He imagined his hand was Draco's, he imagined that Draco was replacing his hand with his mouth, his hot mouth wrapped around his cock, burying his face between Harry's legs, his tongue dancing circles around the tip and then he imagined he was fucking Draco, hard and fast, and holy fucking shit. Harry pressed his hips up into his fist and pumped harder as he came fast and hard into his closed hand. He groaned. He hated jacking off.
Well, no, he didn't. What teenage boy hated it? But he hated it when it was all he had. He did a simple cleaning spell and snuggled back into the blankets which had been magically dried and were warm and cozy.
As he drifted off he half prayed that he would have no more dreams of Malfoy, and he half prayed that he would only dream of Malfoy. He was a very confused boy.
The next morning he couldn't even look Draco in the eye. He blushed bright red when he ran into him in the bathroom and mumbled a hurried excuse and fled. Draco had only smirked at him.
Harry didn't understand why he was dreaming about Malfoy, and why he liked it. He didn't understand at all. He tried to remember all the dirty things Malfoy had done to him, the awful things he had said. But somehow all he could do was discount them, and tell himself that Draco was a changed person. That he wasn't like that anymore.
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ANYWAYS.
Any review would be greatly appreciated, seeing as I have a pathetic life currently and they might add a little cinnamon to my plain barely buttered toast of a life. Yeah. That's what I need, cinnamon-y reviews please!
On with the story..
PREVIOSLY
"I'm making you uncomfortable, Harry" Draco said knowingly.
"Yes. Yes you are, and I have to get out of here before I do something stupid." With that, Harry darted past Draco and up the stairs. Draco heard his bedroom door slam and grinned.
He was getting to Potter alright. He was getting to him fast. Faster than he would have originally thought.
But there was one small problem. He was still really fucking horny.
Chapter Four:
Harry lay on the floor of the common room by the fire. It was colder than usual everywhere in the school, but that didn't stop Draco from going to Quidditch practice. Not that Harry was upset that he was gone, god no, he loved the time in peace. At least he though he did. Anyways, he lay by the fire struggling to answer the questions that Snape had assigned them for Potions. He was still on the second out of twenty questions and he had been working all day. At this rate he would never finish. He flopped his head down and groaned. This was ridiculous. He was the top of his class in every class except potions. He simply didn't have the patience and the natural skill to be a potions master.
The wind picked up outside and the snow flying against the window pane made him shiver, despite the warmth licking up his body. At that moment, Draco came through the portrait. He was dripping wet and shivering. Harry looked up at him.
"I canceled the rest of practice, you cant see five feet in front of you in that weather." Harry just nodded. He couldn't tear his eyes off of Draco's body. Because he was soaked, his shirt clung to him in all the right places and his hair dripped down onto his shoulders, giving him a very hot athlete appearance. Harry didn't even scold himself for looking at the boy in front of him. He couldn't.
In the past few days, Harry and Draco had come to a mutual agreement to be civil at least. Instead of throwing arguments back and forth like daggers.
"what are you doing?" Draco asked, as he set himself down on the couch.
"Potions, and you're getting the couch all wet."
"Still?"
"Yes. I can't do it."
"Well. I'm going to go take a shower, and then I'll come help you, I still have to do mine."
"Okay, whatever." Harry tried to make himself stop thinking about Draco in the shower, but it was useless.
After Draco left, Harry performed a drying spell on the wet couch and then flopped down onto it.
Twenty minutes later Draco came back down in gray slacks and a white t- shirt. He lay down next to Harry and pulled the book closer. Leaning over to read the test, Harry couldn't help but bring his face closer to Draco's wet hair and breathe in the scent. He couldn't help the attraction he felt towards Draco at this moment. As the smell of Draco's shampoo infiltrated Harry's nose, Harry became aware that it was becoming increasingly harder to lay on his stomach.
Harry quickly pulled his head back as Draco looked up at him. He didn't say anything at first and then Draco spoke.
"Do you have another quill?" he asked. Harry almost laughed at the question, but reached to dig one out of his bag. As he handed it over, Draco licked his lips subconsciously, but that was all it took for Harry to lose control, something he rarely did.
Before Harry even realized what he was doing he had leaned over and dropped his face onto Draco's, catching his mouth in a hurried kiss. Draco's lips were soft, they were warm and while they were still for a moment in shock, it wasn't long at all before they came to like and moved with Harry. Draco parted his lips in an invitation to take it further, and Harry slid his tongue into Draco's mouth without thinking twice. Somehow he had managed to roll so that he was half on top of Draco with one arm and one hand on either side of Draco's face, kissing him passionately. Draco had woven his arms up around Harry's neck and was playing with the hair at the nape of Harry's neck.
Harry pulled back at last, shocked by what had just happened. But when he looked into Draco's eyes, expecting to see disgust and anger, he saw only pure lust. Draco pulled his neck back down and crushed his lips to Harry's, pulling the other boy on top of him completely.
Harry laughed at obliged, he could feel Draco stiffening under him, and he groaned into Draco's mouth at the friction on his hardening cock. Harry felt Draco reach up under his shirt and he helped Draco so that he could remove both of their shirt. After they were both topless, Draco ran his hands all over Harry's defined chest and abs. And then lower. Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco slipped his hand lower and then in the waistband of his boxers. He felt his warm fingers inching slowly closer to his cock and then finally, Draco wrapped his fingers around him and Harry groaned into Draco's mouth.
Harry Potter awoke sharply, he was hot and sweaty and incredibly hard. He looked around, confused as to where he was. He was alone in his bedroom, the sheets stuck to his skin and a boner that would have to be dealt with before he could sleep again.
And then the dream came back to him. In details that he would rather forget, the dream came back. Harry closed his eyes and for a moment he wished that it were reality. And then he realized what he had just wished for. He had just wished to have Draco sodding Malfoy jacking him off in front of the fire. How fucking pathetic was that? Harry almost threw up at the fact. Well, no actually he didn't, but he wished he could have been more disgusted. He wished he could have been disgusted at all. But as he lay back down against the pillows he realized that he was just disappointed that it was only a dream. He slipped his hand down under the sheets and into his boxers, gently stroking himself until he found a rhythm he liked. He closed his eyes and touch of Draco. He imagined his hand was Draco's, he imagined that Draco was replacing his hand with his mouth, his hot mouth wrapped around his cock, burying his face between Harry's legs, his tongue dancing circles around the tip and then he imagined he was fucking Draco, hard and fast, and holy fucking shit. Harry pressed his hips up into his fist and pumped harder as he came fast and hard into his closed hand. He groaned. He hated jacking off.
Well, no, he didn't. What teenage boy hated it? But he hated it when it was all he had. He did a simple cleaning spell and snuggled back into the blankets which had been magically dried and were warm and cozy.
As he drifted off he half prayed that he would have no more dreams of Malfoy, and he half prayed that he would only dream of Malfoy. He was a very confused boy.
The next morning he couldn't even look Draco in the eye. He blushed bright red when he ran into him in the bathroom and mumbled a hurried excuse and fled. Draco had only smirked at him.
Harry didn't understand why he was dreaming about Malfoy, and why he liked it. He didn't understand at all. He tried to remember all the dirty things Malfoy had done to him, the awful things he had said. But somehow all he could do was discount them, and tell himself that Draco was a changed person. That he wasn't like that anymore.
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