"Potter, hey Potter!" Harry did not turn around. He recognised the sneering, boastful voice of his arch-enemy, Draco Malfoy. "Potter, I hear you've got yourself a date!" Harry stopped dead.
"What did you say?" Harry was a good foot taller than Malfoy and, as there was no Crabbe and Goyle to protect him anymore, he felt pretty confident. Draco took a step back.
"I was just wondering if you were planning to make it public."
"Make what public?" Harry's face was growing hot. Images were flashing through his brain. Ron stretching in the shower. Ron crying. The steam billowing around Ron's face as he moved closer to Harry. Ron's kisses. Ron's touch…
"Your little love affair with Weasel King." Harry grabbed the front of Malfoy's robes and pushed him round to the back of Hagrid's cabin, where he slammed him up against the wall.
"Malfoy, there's two things I want to get straight. One-I am not having a relationship with Ron. It was a one off. I was horny. I wanted help. Two-If you breathe a word of this to anyone I will personally snap your wand and bring you here to this very spot for some muggle fighting tuition, and that's only the start…"
"Okay Potter, I was just surprised to see you with another boy after all that bother with Chang."
"Yeah, well, she was gorgeous and I was confused but yeah its boys that turn me on."
"Which boys?"
"None of your god-damn business."
"Whoa, manners Potter."
"Fuck off Malfoy."
"Oh shit I love it when you swear."
"What?"
"Nothing I just told you not to swear. Now get off me." Harry had heard perfectly. He was just totally confused by this open display of warmth from Malfoy.
"Prefects bathroom Potter. Six. Duel." And he was gone. What the hell was that all about? Prefects' bathroom? What a dumb idea, he wouldn't go.
Yet six o' clock found Harry climbing the stairs to the seventh floor, running so as not to be late. He has his invisibility cloak, his wand and the marauders map were under his cloak for the journey back. He pushed through the portrait and clambered into the room ungracefully. He felt a wave of disappointment. Malfoy was not there.
He pulled his cloak off and covered it and the map with his invisibility cloak in the far corner.
Five past six. Ten past six. He decided to make the most of his visit and run himself a bath. Even if Malfoy didn't turn up, he could still have a bath. What was he talking about? He was here to duel with Malfoy! He shook himself and turned on a few of his favourite taps ready for his bath.
At twenty past six Harry gave up. He pulled his clothes off and slid into the bath, sitting on the step in the corner so that his torso protruded from the water. He lent back and stretched feeling totally relaxed. There was a bang and Malfoy fell through the portrait hole, panting.
"Sorry Potter had to sort something…Oh no, no, no. We're here to duel Harry, not have a bath…Although, now you mention it, it does look rather nice in there, I've never been in."
"Oh fuck off Malfoy I'm in the middle of a bath. Get your own." Malfoy grinned. He was giving Harry a very strange look that was not completely forbidding.
"Go on then Potter, get out and make me." He was still grinning. He pulled off his cloak and dropped it on the floor. He pulled at his tie, not bothering to undo it, just loosening it before dropping that on the floor as well. He was unbuttoning his shirt. Harry was gawping at him. Would Malfoy really do it or was it just a trick? He could not stop Malfoy without getting out of the bath and revealing himself to his arch-enemy. Frankly he wasn't sure he wanted to stop him. Malfoy had pulled off his shirt to reveal his milky-white skin over his slim, toned form. He was now undoing his belt, never taking his eyes from Harry, never ceasing to grin. He unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his flies. Harry's eyes never left the other boy's hands. Malfoy stepped out of his trousers to reveal long, milky white legs and jet-black boxers. Harry felt himself stir under the water.
"Would you like me to stop Potter?" Before Harry could think of an answer, Malfoy had pulled off his boxers. Harry was surprised to see that Malfoy was every bit as stiff as he was. Malfoy now dropped his gaze and walked calmly over to the steps, turning his back on Harry to climb down into the foamy water. Harry could see the vague outline of Malfoy's spine and his cute, small arse. Draco swam over to him and sat next to Harry on the underwater seat. Harry noticed how cute he was with wet hair and beads of water on his chest. Draco stretched, just as Harry had done and relaxed, calm and composed next to Harry's flustered, trembling form.
"Oh come on Potter, don't pull that one on me. I know you've seen another boy naked, the Weasel King."
"Ron wasn't…Ron isn't...Ron's boring. It takes him about twenty minutes to get a decent errection and he's all flabby and…I mean he's quite cute…"
"It was the same with Derek." At Harry's blank expression he continued. "Derek Mathews. Slytherin, year below. My ex. It took him about twenty minutes to get an errection and then he wasn't very good anyway. Anything kinky, he flipped." As Draco mentioned the word 'kinky', Harry twitched again, feeling himself rising under the foam and water.
"So what about you Potter, you like to get straight into it do you?"
"Well…yeah I don't like having to touch them for ages before they'll give me some action." Draco laughed and Harry blushed, despite himself. Suddenly he felt a pressure on his cock, a hand that was certainly not his own.
"Hell Potter, no wonder you like action with a tool like that. I'm sorry but I'm just gonna have to have a look." Harry's eyes widened. He was proud of his cock but having somebody else compliment him on it, much less his old arch-enemy, Draco Malfoy, the BOY Draco Malfoy made him feel slightly nervous about it. Draco was diving, kneeling at Harry's feet under the water with apparent ease and staring at Harry's cock with wide-open eyes. Draco returned to the top of the water, shaking the water out of his hair and eyes. He stood, letting out a little 'Mmm' of appreciation.
He moved forward, straddling Harry and Harry felt their huge errections rubbing against each other, making them grow higher and higher. Harry felt it was time he took control. He stood up on the step, taking care to lift Draco with him, his hands lifting the other boy's arse, stepping out of the water and laying him gently on the white, marble tiles. He lowered himself onto him and again felt the rush of pleasure as their cocks touched. He rubbed himself up and down against the smaller boy and heard him give a tiny noise of pleasure. He lifted himself off and slid down, down, down, kissing the beautiful, white skin until he reached his cock. He pushed back the foreskin and ran his tongue over the forehead. Draco's body arched and Harry heard him gasp. He let his mouth run over the head and down the underside.
"Harry…" Harry paid no heed. He teased Draco for some time in this way, licking and pulling off until Draco's hips bucked so hard and he pleaded so badly that Harry took pity on him and drew his cock fully into his mouth. He sucked, pulling up Draco's pole slowly and then enveloped him again.
"Oh fuck…Harry…yes…oh god…" Harry was now blowing Draco at full pelt, moving faster than he ever had done before and Draco was yelling again. Harry felt Draco approaching orgasm and speeded up yet more, making Draco's hips buck franticly, and his body shudder and arch. Harry sucked him so hard that he felt his head spin and the noises that followed told him that Draco had finally been pushed over the edge. He screamed and shot into Harry's mouth one, two, three, four, five times. Harry pulled off him and looked up at Draco's face. The blonde boy was sweating; his eyes were staring and wide. Harry knew the most sensitive place after orgasm. He licked the head and, as expected, Draco's body thrashed and convulsed again.
Harry knelt up and crawled over to Draco. He lay down next to him and held the trembling boy in his arms. His own errection was imploring attention but he felt a certain duty to Draco, to calm him before they embarked on that road.
He held Draco until he had recovered and then lifted him and laid him gently in the water. He sat by the edge, watching Malfoy wash his head and shoulders of sweat. Then Draco's hands disappeared under the surface of the water. Harry grinned. Finally Draco looked up at him again. He did not speak but smiled and stood up on the step. Harry saw the other boy's member and felt himself stir. Draco hoisted himself out of the water and walked over to Harry. He knelt down behind him and pressed his naked body to Harry's back. He kissed Harry's neck and shoulders before moving away and laying him down and standing up again. Harry moved backwards so that his feet were no longer but he was stretched out on the floor. Draco came over to him and straddled him. Harry loved the feeling of cock on cock. He bucked his hips slightly and Draco obeyed by sliding his own body up and down on Harry's. But Harry wriggled out from under him. Draco made to kneel up with him but Harry pushed him down again. He had never done it before in his life but, looking at Draco's pert arse, he realised more than anything he wanted to push his cock into it and shoot his load in.
He lowered his body onto Draco's so that his mouth was next to Draco's ear, and slid forwards. The feeling was incredible. Not just part of it but, for the first time in his life, there was pressure on his whole cock. Draco moaned and Harry pulled back a little.
"Does that hurt?" He was surprised at his own concern.
"No, Harry and if you don't do that again I might just have to put you under the imperious curse." Harry laughed and slid in again, harder this time. It was Harry that moaned this time. But neither boy could hold back for very long. Soon Harry was fucking Draco as fast as he could move and both were screaming and yelling into the bathroom floor. Harry panted for the final post and shot his load in, not once but six consecutive times. He pulled out and collapsed onto Draco, gasping for breath.
When he had recovered himself enough to open his eyes, he noticed that his own cum had slid out of Draco's arse. He knelt between Draco's parted legs and licked, tentatively. Draco cried out and bucked.
Invigorated and encouraged, Harry slid his tongue into Draco's arse and Draco let out a scream so long and loud that Harry was obliged to slide his tongue out again. He licked Draco out until he was quite clean and then stood up.
Every muscle was tired. He picked Draco up and the two boys spent the next two hours just lying in the bath, not speaking, but just gazing at each other with elated, exhausted eyes.
Finally Draco took control. Harry, it's twelve. You should get back to Gryffindor tower. And I should get back to my dorm as well. Harry looked at him. He was very beautiful, clean and sexy, his skin still perfectly white and his hair totally smooth in contrast to Harry's own body, the skin pink and rough, the hair untidy and scruffy. He kissed him feeling fireworks that were quite unconnected with sex shooting all over his body making him tingle with pleasure. He got out of the bath and the two boys proceeded to dress each other. Harry picked up his invisibility cloak, and slid it over himself, tucking his other cloak underneath and taking out the marauders map.
"I'll take you back to your common room. I know where it is and you'll be in so much trouble if you're caught." Malfoy opened his mouth to ask a question but Harry shushed him.
"I'll explain some other time." He wrapped the cloak around Draco and himself, tapped the map.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He watched the map avidly all the way back, taking care to avoid public staircases and taking only secret passages and hidden stairs down to the dungeons. When they reached the opening to the Slytherin common room, Draco slipped out, muttered 'thanks' and melted away. Harry made his way quickly back to Gryffindor tower, slipping in and sprinting up the stairs. It was not until he was lying in bed that a wave of fatigue enveloped him and he fell deep asleep.