I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but in the eyes

"Oh, really?" Harry commented nervously. "I see."

Draco smiled a bit and leaned on the sink. They hadn't done anything 'under the belt' since the last time they were here. Draco had done some subtle gestures into that direction, but Harry always seemed to get so nervous. Of course, Harry had been nervous before as well, but back then it wouldn't have mattered if the gryffindor had pulled away and walked out. At least he would have tried.

But now, Draco found that he didn't want to risk Harry pulling away. The gryffindor was really the only one he had any contact with anymore at Hogwarts. He was deliberately staying away from the most obvious Death Eater trainees, because he wasn't ready to start playing that game just yet. That of course had stirred quite an uproar in the Slytherin house. 'How the mighty have fallen' was a particularly popular jeer.

All of his old 'friends' had jumped the ship. They were slytherins, after all. Crabbe and Goyle were now trailing the new top dog, but Draco couldn't really pretend he missed their company. Parkinson was drifting a bit. She had tried to flirt with him some more, they did have a history together after all, but honestly, Draco couldn't understand why she did it. He had treated the girl like shit. Maybe she was a masochist. After a few polite, but indisputable rejections, she had finally gotten the point.

So now to ruin what he had with Harry, whatever it may be, over a blowjob? Draco didn't think so.

"Yeah, I guess we could do something" Harry said and was already pulling his sweater over his head.

Draco just stared at him. 'Where the hell did this come from now?'

"Unless you don't want to." Now the gryffindor was reaching for the discarded sweater to put it back on.

Draco came to his senses at this and jumped to his feet. "No, sure I want to" he assured, walking towards the gryffindor. "I just didn't think... Never mind" he cut himself off. 'Don't fix it if it's not broken' he reminded himself.

Draco took Harry's sweater from him and put it hanging on the door handle next to the gryffindor. He took hold of the nape of Harry's neck and started slowly kissing him. He moved to Harry's jaw line and then to the neck, kissing and licking while the other hand moved to unbuckle Harry's belt.

Draco got as far as the zipper, before he could feel Harry tense. Somehow, Draco couldn't push it after that. He removed his lips from the gryffindor's neck and whispered "You have to try and relax a bit."

"I'm sorry" Harry said, clearly disappointed with himself. "I guess I'm just nervous."

"Why?" Draco prodded on gently. "It's not like I'm going to cut it off."

Harry turned his head to look at him incredulously, eyes wide open. "Wow, you really know your sweet talking."

Draco just chuckled. "I didn't realize it was sweet talking that was required here."

Harry expression became sadder again.

"Look" Draco started, slowly lifting his hand from Harry's zipper to pet his hair instead. "I think you're nervous because you don't trust me." Harry didn't say anything at this, so Draco continued on. "And you shouldn't either, but here, in this dingy bathroom, and right now, you can. I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to make you feel good."

Draco looked deeply into Harry's eyes, and Harry looked right back. Then Harry gave a little nod and a smile, and then he leaned forward to re-catch Draco's lips.

Draco waited a bit before moving his hand back to the zipper, and this time Harry didn't flinch. He then pulled the zipper down and slid his hand into Harry's boxers. He carefully took hold of Harry's manhood and started stroking it. Harry pulled from the kiss breathing heavily and leaned his head backwards against the wall, eyes closed.

But Draco decided to take it one step further, now that he had the gryffindor in such a state of relaxation. He removed his hands from Harry's neck and pants and got on his knees. Harry's head snapped upwards at this and his eyes shot open, but he didn't say anything.

Draco kept his focus on the task at hand and pulled Harry's trousers and boxers down. He glanced quickly up and smirked when he saw Harry blushing.

Draco took hold of the base and leaned forward. He had decided to try every trick he knew on Harry and the gryffindor was making a symphony of noises by now. Draco could hear and feel Harry reaching his release and he managed to be ready for it. He rose back to his feet, feeling quite good about himself.

Harry looked like he was about to topple on the floor, so Draco steadied the gryffindor by holding him against the wall.

"I'm sorry" Harry managed to say and gestured towards the white substance on the floor.

Draco lifted his eyebrows at this. "Why? It's supposed to do that."

Harry just smiled, closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall.

Draco studied the gryffindor's face from close up. Harry was flushed and sweaty, but he just looked erotic to Draco. Especially since he himself was the reason for Harry's current state.

"Feeling good?" Draco asked smiling while pushing Harry's black bangs back, exposing his forehead and the scar.

Harry just nodded blissfully and stayed still for a moment, allowing Draco to examine him. Finally he lifted his head upright, opened his eyes and looked at Draco. "What do you want me to do?"

Draco let go of Harry's bangs. "Nothing."

"No, I will" Harry assured. "Just, give me a second."

Draco didn't know what to say, so he just answered "Sure" and stepped back.

Harry grabbed hold of his arms and pulled him back. "Wait" he said urgently. "Don't go anywhere."

Draco stepped closer and gave him the moment he had asked for.

Harry took hold of the hem of Draco's sweater and started pulling it up.

"What are you doing?" Draco just had to ask.

"Do you mind?" Harry asked, but this time uncertainly.

"No." Draco smiled a bit. "I would just like to know where you're heading at."

Harry just let his hands drop to his sides. "I just wanted to… I don't know."

"It's okay" Draco assured and pulled his sweater and T-shirt over his head all at once and hung them on the door handle on top of Harry's sweater.

Harry studied Draco's chest for a moment, running his hands over the pale skin. Draco just stood still and let Harry do it. He wasn't ashamed to show some skin.

Harry lifted his eyes to meet Draco's and started slowly pulling his own shirt up. Draco helped him get it over his head and Harry let it drop on the floor.

Draco couldn't just stay passive anymore, so he brought their naked chests together and ran his hands over Harry's smooth back. Soon they were heatedly kissing again. Draco started kissing a wet trail down towards one of Harry's nipples. He had barely managed to get a lick at it when Harry reversed their positions and pushed Draco's back against the wall.

"You don't have to do it all, you know" Harry said to him seriously.

Draco just smiled at him, little unsure why the gryffindor had said such a thing. He got his answer when Harry drew a long breath and dropped to his knees. He realized that Harry thought it was his duty to return the favor now.

Draco entertained the thought of letting Harry go through with it for a while, but in the end, watching Harry open his zipper with a shaking hand, there was too much at stake. He felt a little hurt that touching him was so hard for the gryffindor, but he really wasn't turned on by the idea of Harry forcing himself to it.

"No, don't" he said pulling away from Harry's grasp, buttoning his trousers again. "I gotta go" he said quickly with a sad smile.

Draco took his clothes from the door handle and left pulling them on.

Two seconds later he burst back in, his shirts halfway on. He pulled his wand out frantically and sealed the bathroom door shut with a triple locking charm.

Then he turned to Harry, who was still on his knees on the floor.

"Bleeding Parkinson and Bullstrode" he said seriously. "And they saw me."

Title of the chapter from Matinée by Franz Ferdinand