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This chapter is dedicated to MustIBeAMalfoy for being so nice when I was upset on Wednesday cus some assholes from school made fun of the sign on my back. Wednesday, for all of you that don't know, was silence day in protest for rights for gays, bisexuals, lesbians, and transsexuals.
Chapter 9 – Devilishly Having the Upper Hand
They rolled around o n the floor kissing. Just kissing each other breathless. 'This is just lust, not even a crush,' they convinced themselves mentally. Harry held his arm around the blonde's wait, practically crushing their bodies together. Draco's hands entangled themselves in raven-colored hair, not letting their lips part from each other.
Meanwhile, a certain Gryffindor girl with bushy brown hair walked ahead of her redhead boyfriend, with him shouting behind her endlessly.
"'Mione!!! Will you slow down just a bit? I can't walk that fast! I just ate!" Ron called after her. She stopped at the doorway of the room watching the dangerously sexy scene before her. Ron stopped right after her, leaning in to see what had his girlfriend in such a trance.
"Hermione, is that Harry and there Malfoy snogging?" She just nodded, still hypnotized. Him fainting went unnoticed. Harry and Draco still rolled around on the ground kissing. Hermione continued leaning against the doorway unconsciously drooling at the sizzling hot sight in front of her.
Ad soon as the two hottest guys in all of Hogwarts broke apart, Hermione snapped out of it and scolded herself for watching them. She dragged her unconscious boyfriend to an empty corridor and woke him up none to kindly. "Ron! Wake up!! Harry and Malfoy are shagging right in front of your eyes!"
"What?!" he looked up. "No, they aren't." Sh was a bit disappointed that they weren't shagging in front of her.
Little did she know, they continued and more after she left. The two were all over each other. Draco enjoyed the feeling of those Quidditch muscles under the soft, warm, golden skin. He loved how his hands could glide over the smooth surface, creating a nice bit of friction. One of Harry's magical hands was on his nicely shaped butt, groping the soft flesh. The other was running it's self through the beautiful, silky, blonde tresses letting it flow freely. They were still on the ground tossing and turning, but still not bumping into anything.
Draco's robe was all dusty, his shirt not tucked in and wrinkled, his tie loosened and sweaty and his pants, tight and dirty. He smelled manly with the scent of cologne mixed with sweat. Harry's hair was even more disheveled than ever. His skin shone brightly with sweat. The sent of himself and a tad of cologne that Seamus had "accidentally" splashed on him hung in the air. Basically, the room reeked of hot, raunchy sex between two guys. It was practically overwhelming.
They were breathing heavily in silence until Harry spoke up, "You tricked me! I thought you were really in danger, you prick! Hmph!" He pouted so adorably that Draco just had to steal a kiss. He continued pouting in an even cuter, even more immature manner. Draco stole another kiss, but this one was a bit more passionate. Harry stuck his bottom lip out even more, "You still owe me a massage, you kiss-stealer."
The blonde burst out laughing. This was too rich. Kiss stealer? Puahahahaa. It was all too cute and coming from Golden Boy's mouth made it even worse. "Kiss stealer? Is that very best you can come up with after 5 years of banter between you and me? Because if so, I've failed as an archenemy."
Pretending to be insulted, Harry started putting his clothes back on rather quickly. His back was facing Draco so he couldn't gawk at those to- die-for abdominal muscles or that yummy, glistening skin anymore. He wouldn't be able to see the teasing smirk on Harry's face either. "Potions starts in about five minutes. Make sure you get rid of the smell before you leave. I gotta go fix myself up. Thanks for the energy boost."
`What the fuck? Energy boost?`
[I don't know what the fuck, considering you two haven't even fucked yet. And he needed to wake up, so he snogged you to do so.]
`Damn...` Draco sat the more sexually frustrated and annoyed than ever. On top of that, he had a classroom to clean up. Shit... He was going to be late for Potions. Revenge was definitely going to come in play some time today.
During Potions...
Just as Snape was about to start class, Harry strolled in calmly a few seconds later as disheveled as before and eyes bright. Snape was just about to take five points off of Gryffindor, but Harry took a seat at the last empty desk and mouthed to him, "You take any points off Gryffindor today and there will be a surprise waiting on your bed tonight. Don't you dare make Neville nervous either." Severus blushed unwillingly, remembering the night before.
Now our dear Sevvie wasn't usually one that fell for blackmail, but he knew Potter would keep his word. Every student gasped disbelievingly. For once, their ornery Potions Professor didn't take points from Gryffindor for being late. Slytherins glared at Harry, while Gryffindors snickered at Snape. Harry just smirked sexily at his teacher.
"Now, as I was going to say,--" Malfoy walked in casually with the whole freshly snogged look. "Mr. Malfoy, what do you think you're doing, stalking in here five minutes late?"
"I was reading and I lost track of time." [Reading my ass.] Draco took his seat next to Harry and automatically snuck his hand on Harry's right knee, causing the raven-haired boy to blush. Sweet revenge. He snaked his way up the slender thigh until he found no reaction from his own action.
"Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we will be brewing nothing at all today. Instead, you all will be quizzing the person you are sitting next to in Potions ingredients. However many questions you get right will be the amount of points that you may add to your house at the end of glass. You will put Silencing Charms around your area. Get started now."
Harry got out his textbook and began to think of a question, with Draco's hand still on his inner thigh. He stole a gander at the Slytherin's surprised face and smirked to himself. [Thank Merlin for Concealment Charms.]
"If you would so kindly get your hand off of my thigh and quit trying to feel me up, I'd like to start. Failing Potions is something neither of us want," he requested calmly.
"Nope. I don't want to, but ask away," Draco grinned. `Damn... How does he stay so calm?` Harry put his hand up Draco's inner thigh.
[Don't ask me.]
`I wonder how you got your job. `
[I wonder why you aren't in a mental hospital.]
`Why?`
[Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity.]
`You're not me.`
[I'm your conscience, which makes me you. Now as I was saying... seeing as you've spoken and argued to yourself several times, you are insane.]
`I don't think you know sarcasm.`
[Jerk off.]
`My, someone's touchy this morning. Is it because I got some and lemme guess... you didn't?`
[Fuck you.]
`No thanks. I'd rather fuck Potter.`
[Hmph.]
"Since you want it like that, lets higher the stakes, shall we?" Harry smirked. He had the perfect plan in mind. [I hope he falls for this.]
*You would have made a good Slytherin.*
[Say, does he have a voice like you inside his head?]
*You shouldn't even have to ask me that. Of course he does. Merlin, I hope you don't become as thick as that prat.*
[Don't worry.]
"Yes, we shall. What shall it be?" Draco asked coyly. Potions had never been so much fun. Potter placed a warm hand on his lap.
"You'll find out soon enough. Now, what is basilisk's blood used in?"
"Truth Serums," the blonde answered honestly. Harry's hand slid a bit further up his thigh. Oh shit. Potter had the upper hand between the two of them. Again.
To be continued...
Hope you liked the chapter! Sorry if it seemed outrageously shitty. Story's outrageously shallow isn't it? Review please. Still worth continuing? Thanks for reading! Until next time.
-- driven to insanity
This chapter is dedicated to MustIBeAMalfoy for being so nice when I was upset on Wednesday cus some assholes from school made fun of the sign on my back. Wednesday, for all of you that don't know, was silence day in protest for rights for gays, bisexuals, lesbians, and transsexuals.
Chapter 9 – Devilishly Having the Upper Hand
They rolled around o n the floor kissing. Just kissing each other breathless. 'This is just lust, not even a crush,' they convinced themselves mentally. Harry held his arm around the blonde's wait, practically crushing their bodies together. Draco's hands entangled themselves in raven-colored hair, not letting their lips part from each other.
Meanwhile, a certain Gryffindor girl with bushy brown hair walked ahead of her redhead boyfriend, with him shouting behind her endlessly.
"'Mione!!! Will you slow down just a bit? I can't walk that fast! I just ate!" Ron called after her. She stopped at the doorway of the room watching the dangerously sexy scene before her. Ron stopped right after her, leaning in to see what had his girlfriend in such a trance.
"Hermione, is that Harry and there Malfoy snogging?" She just nodded, still hypnotized. Him fainting went unnoticed. Harry and Draco still rolled around on the ground kissing. Hermione continued leaning against the doorway unconsciously drooling at the sizzling hot sight in front of her.
Ad soon as the two hottest guys in all of Hogwarts broke apart, Hermione snapped out of it and scolded herself for watching them. She dragged her unconscious boyfriend to an empty corridor and woke him up none to kindly. "Ron! Wake up!! Harry and Malfoy are shagging right in front of your eyes!"
"What?!" he looked up. "No, they aren't." Sh was a bit disappointed that they weren't shagging in front of her.
Little did she know, they continued and more after she left. The two were all over each other. Draco enjoyed the feeling of those Quidditch muscles under the soft, warm, golden skin. He loved how his hands could glide over the smooth surface, creating a nice bit of friction. One of Harry's magical hands was on his nicely shaped butt, groping the soft flesh. The other was running it's self through the beautiful, silky, blonde tresses letting it flow freely. They were still on the ground tossing and turning, but still not bumping into anything.
Draco's robe was all dusty, his shirt not tucked in and wrinkled, his tie loosened and sweaty and his pants, tight and dirty. He smelled manly with the scent of cologne mixed with sweat. Harry's hair was even more disheveled than ever. His skin shone brightly with sweat. The sent of himself and a tad of cologne that Seamus had "accidentally" splashed on him hung in the air. Basically, the room reeked of hot, raunchy sex between two guys. It was practically overwhelming.
They were breathing heavily in silence until Harry spoke up, "You tricked me! I thought you were really in danger, you prick! Hmph!" He pouted so adorably that Draco just had to steal a kiss. He continued pouting in an even cuter, even more immature manner. Draco stole another kiss, but this one was a bit more passionate. Harry stuck his bottom lip out even more, "You still owe me a massage, you kiss-stealer."
The blonde burst out laughing. This was too rich. Kiss stealer? Puahahahaa. It was all too cute and coming from Golden Boy's mouth made it even worse. "Kiss stealer? Is that very best you can come up with after 5 years of banter between you and me? Because if so, I've failed as an archenemy."
Pretending to be insulted, Harry started putting his clothes back on rather quickly. His back was facing Draco so he couldn't gawk at those to- die-for abdominal muscles or that yummy, glistening skin anymore. He wouldn't be able to see the teasing smirk on Harry's face either. "Potions starts in about five minutes. Make sure you get rid of the smell before you leave. I gotta go fix myself up. Thanks for the energy boost."
`What the fuck? Energy boost?`
[I don't know what the fuck, considering you two haven't even fucked yet. And he needed to wake up, so he snogged you to do so.]
`Damn...` Draco sat the more sexually frustrated and annoyed than ever. On top of that, he had a classroom to clean up. Shit... He was going to be late for Potions. Revenge was definitely going to come in play some time today.
During Potions...
Just as Snape was about to start class, Harry strolled in calmly a few seconds later as disheveled as before and eyes bright. Snape was just about to take five points off of Gryffindor, but Harry took a seat at the last empty desk and mouthed to him, "You take any points off Gryffindor today and there will be a surprise waiting on your bed tonight. Don't you dare make Neville nervous either." Severus blushed unwillingly, remembering the night before.
Now our dear Sevvie wasn't usually one that fell for blackmail, but he knew Potter would keep his word. Every student gasped disbelievingly. For once, their ornery Potions Professor didn't take points from Gryffindor for being late. Slytherins glared at Harry, while Gryffindors snickered at Snape. Harry just smirked sexily at his teacher.
"Now, as I was going to say,--" Malfoy walked in casually with the whole freshly snogged look. "Mr. Malfoy, what do you think you're doing, stalking in here five minutes late?"
"I was reading and I lost track of time." [Reading my ass.] Draco took his seat next to Harry and automatically snuck his hand on Harry's right knee, causing the raven-haired boy to blush. Sweet revenge. He snaked his way up the slender thigh until he found no reaction from his own action.
"Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we will be brewing nothing at all today. Instead, you all will be quizzing the person you are sitting next to in Potions ingredients. However many questions you get right will be the amount of points that you may add to your house at the end of glass. You will put Silencing Charms around your area. Get started now."
Harry got out his textbook and began to think of a question, with Draco's hand still on his inner thigh. He stole a gander at the Slytherin's surprised face and smirked to himself. [Thank Merlin for Concealment Charms.]
"If you would so kindly get your hand off of my thigh and quit trying to feel me up, I'd like to start. Failing Potions is something neither of us want," he requested calmly.
"Nope. I don't want to, but ask away," Draco grinned. `Damn... How does he stay so calm?` Harry put his hand up Draco's inner thigh.
[Don't ask me.]
`I wonder how you got your job. `
[I wonder why you aren't in a mental hospital.]
`Why?`
[Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity.]
`You're not me.`
[I'm your conscience, which makes me you. Now as I was saying... seeing as you've spoken and argued to yourself several times, you are insane.]
`I don't think you know sarcasm.`
[Jerk off.]
`My, someone's touchy this morning. Is it because I got some and lemme guess... you didn't?`
[Fuck you.]
`No thanks. I'd rather fuck Potter.`
[Hmph.]
"Since you want it like that, lets higher the stakes, shall we?" Harry smirked. He had the perfect plan in mind. [I hope he falls for this.]
*You would have made a good Slytherin.*
[Say, does he have a voice like you inside his head?]
*You shouldn't even have to ask me that. Of course he does. Merlin, I hope you don't become as thick as that prat.*
[Don't worry.]
"Yes, we shall. What shall it be?" Draco asked coyly. Potions had never been so much fun. Potter placed a warm hand on his lap.
"You'll find out soon enough. Now, what is basilisk's blood used in?"
"Truth Serums," the blonde answered honestly. Harry's hand slid a bit further up his thigh. Oh shit. Potter had the upper hand between the two of them. Again.
To be continued...
Hope you liked the chapter! Sorry if it seemed outrageously shitty. Story's outrageously shallow isn't it? Review please. Still worth continuing? Thanks for reading! Until next time.
-- driven to insanity