Charms class passion

Floating on a cloud. It's an amazing feeling you know, that's how Harry makes me feel.

Its unbelievable, the antics were getting up to, we've been seeing each other secretly for about three weeks now. It all feels so wrong, so sneaky, and it is.

But I have to admit, what happened today brought me back down to earth, and fast.

I think it was the shock that a goody two shoes Gryffindor, especially Harry Potter, would do such a thing.

Well enough of my blabbering here goes.

I'm in charms class with those idiot Hufflepuff's and the large out door burst open. But no one entered. We resumed our work; well I got back to staring into space, when I felt something touch my thigh.

I kick Crabbe instinctively; ever since he came out I've had to keep stopping him from trying it on with me. He glares at me and whispers 'what?' I return his glare narrowing my eyes, as if he doesn't know.

But then I feel a finger running up my thigh, it tickles and I giggle. Crabbe looks at me, scared and shuffles uncomfortably in his seat. Leaning back so I can see under the desk, I see a bright pair of green eyes blinking back at me.

Theywink slyly, and I feel a tugging at my waist, my trousers slip off, but thankfully no one notices. Next, I feel a breeze around my balls; I notice my boxers have gone too. I move closer to the table so nothing is visible.

I thought to myself 'No! No! No! He wouldn't, he wouldn't dare! No!'

But he does. I can't say I didn't enjoy it, it was the best blow job I've ever had! I never want to leave his mouth, but all too soon, he's licking me clean, and pushing my boxers back on.

Crabbe is now practically sat on Blaise's knee, after edging carefully away all the time I was groaning and moaning and whispering 'oh yeah!'

I feel a hand working its way up my chest, and tracing indistinct patterns on my chest.

It feels great, but before I know it I'm shouting out to the whole class, 'oh yeah keep going mmmmmmmm!'

Shit! I curse myself, and receive amused looks from the Hufflepuff's and angry scolding from Professor Flitwick. Crabbe is literally close to tears of terror.

The hand closes on my shirt and I'm being tugged under the table.

Crabbe squeals and falls to the floor, apparently pissing his pants, Blaise is in stitches and everyone else is craning their necks to see what is happening.

'Shhhhh!' Harry whispers, and throws a cloak over us and we sit there not moving a muscle. Heads appear under the desk, but apparently they don't see us because they return looking disappointed after a few seconds.

Harry signals to the door and I nod. We escape through the door and run madly down the corridor, we continue until we get outside in the grounds where we collapse under a large oak tree and began laughing hysterically.

' I cannot believe that you, YOU of all people just did that!' I gasp clutching a stitch in my side.

'I'm amazed too! You nearly blew our cover, poor Crabbe, he'll be traumatised.'

We fall back laughing harder than ever.

We sat there in the shade for the rest of the day; mostly he sat with his head in my lap, with me stroking the mess that he calls hair.

I wished it would last for eternity, but as with all good things, it came to an end and we had to troop back up to the castle for dinner.

I sit down at the Slytherin table, to receive amused looks from Blaise and terrified glances from Crabbe. Harry and his little friends are laughing about something, he looks so cute and innocent when he laughs, I know he's anything but innocent though.

I've no idea what's going on between us.

It's all giving me a headache thinking about it.

I'm sure it will all work out; at least I hope it all becomes clear soon.

Ok. Ok .I'm in shock.

I cannot believe what I've done toady, I'm not going to say I didn't like it because that would be a HUGE lie, and it isn't the only thing that's huge if you know what I mean.

Ok shut up brain you're babbling about nothing.

Well, it was just so GOOD! I can't think of another word to describe it. it felt right, and now my mouth feels so empty, like his dick should be in my mouth 24/7.

'Why is that so bad?' says that voice in my head that believes the only way to live your life is to fuck someone at least four times a day.

I ignore it, thinking about what I'm going to do.

I need to stop being so secretive that's for sure, I'm getting fed up of the sneaking and the lying to Ron and Hermione, it just doesn't feel right.

Maybe I should tell them, what harm could it do?

Oh god there they are, cuddling in the common room, right in front of the fire.

Here goes.

'Ahem' I say, reminding myself of Umbridge. They look up happily.

'Hi Harry, what's up?' Hermione asks. Right, just tell them nice and easy.

'I'm…I'm…Well what I mean is…Erm…' I stutter, look its not that hard, say it your head 'I'm gay, I'm dating Draco' ready? NO! Go!

'I'm ggggg, I mean I'm in llllll' oh for fuck sake it's simple you useless incompetent…

'Mate, are you ok?' Ron asks looking worried.

'ImgayandDracoandIareacoupleandIjustwantyoutoknowthatwereinlove.' I throw it all out with my eyes clamped shut.

They nod at me slowly 'Harry lets try that again shall we, a bit slower perhaps. Come sit down look.' Hermione gestures kindly to the facing armchair. I relax in the soft furniture and steady myself. 'Ok, you two. I have to tell you this,' here it comes, drum roll please… ' I'm gay' Ron looks as if he's in shock, Hermione squeals and throws her arms around me.' Oh Harry that's great!' she beams, all Ron can say is 'how long?' Hermione casts him a dark look but I don't mind, 'I've known for about six weeks' I explain.

'Why didn't you tell us?' he demands. He looks angry, I sigh and soldier on. ' I don't know, it was hard to accept it, and then I was preoccupied.' I tell him evasively, not looking him in the eyes.

'With what?' Hermione asks sharply, 'I know it wasn't revision, you never paid any attention to that, and you've never been like this with Quidditch, so spill the beans!' she smirks at me.

'Well I was coming to that!' I answer impatiently, 'the thing is, I've found someone.'

Ron's eyes go even wider and his eyebrows have disappeared into his fringe, Hermione is squealing excitedly again. 'Who is it Harry? Tell us! Tell us!'

'Well, now don't get angry' I add to Ron, 'it's Draco'

'Malfoy?' Hermione asks politely while Ron is coughing and spluttering.

'The weasel? Jesus Harry are you feeling ok?' he yells, his face reddening.

It takes a while for me to calm them down, and explain everything but after were done it feels a lot better and I don't feel so guilty anymore. After nearly four hours, were all very tired and decide to go to bed. Almost immediately Ron's snores fill the dormitory, but I can't sleep, I'm just remembering the events of the last day in my mind.

Eventually I do doze off, wondering about Draco and how he's feeling.

A/n i know theres not much to this chapter, but bear with me!Thanks for the reviewsI've got,please review this story!