Harry awoke to a warm sensation on his mouth. Nothing was touching but it was warmer than usual. He licked his lips and opened his eyes. Draco was sprawled on his bed, wearing black jeans and a white shirt with his silky blonde hair lying perfectly across the pillow. His mouth was inches from Harry's and his breathing was slow and regular. Harry raised himself onto his elbow and flipped himself over to regard the rest of the room. Neville was still in the hospital wing but Seamus and Dean were asleep in Dean's bed, apparently naked. Ron was nowhere to be seen. He flipped over again and met the sleepy gaze of Malfoy. He pressed a finger to Draco's lips and Draco smiled and licked his finger. Harry sank back on the bed. He wanted to moan aloud but he did not want to wake Dean or Seamus. Before Malfoy could lean down to kiss him, he jumped out of bed. He was wearing red boxers. Draco stared at him lustfully and stretched his neck out in silent pleading for Harry to kiss him. Harry nearly kissed him. Here was a gorgeous, blonde boy, lying on his bed and asking him to kiss him and he was refusing. He pulled on a t-shirt and dark blue jeans, blushing when Malfoy glared at him with disappointed eyes. He threw Malfoy him invisibility cloak and headed out of the dorm.
Ron was sitting on the couch with Hermione. He looked awful and Hermione was patting his arm in a comforting way. She threw Harry a dirty, black look as he strode out of the dorms. His heart sank. They knew.
"Ron, I"
"Please just leave me 'till this evening will you mate? It came as a bit of a shock." Ron's voce was not angry. It was broken and hurt but not hostile. Harry felt a wave of guilt and misery and was about to move and sit next to Ron when he felt a pressure against his back and one hand on his arse, one on his groin and suddenly decided to comply to Ron's wishes.
We fell into the room of requirement in a daze, Harry clinging to me, and I to him, his hands running over my body, my legs, my bum, my hips. His warm body against my cool one felt so good and we kissed and kissed each other with a slow, teasing movement. To close it, Harry slammed me against the door and I heard it click locked. I was blind with passion. I wove my hands into Harry's cute, tangled hair and held onto him for dear life as we staggered blindly towards the bed. He lay me down on it, our bodies still entwined. The sheer weight of him coming down on top of me brought tears of desire to my eyes. He tore at my shirt, ripping the buttons off in one sweep of his muscular arms. He pulled it off and threw it to the far end of the room. I slid my hands up his slim, muscular ribcage, marvelling on what a great figure he had. He let go of me for enough time for me to just pull it over his head before he captured my lips again in his.
His hands were on my hips, his fingers roaming my arse and his thumbs massaging tantalisingly close to my cock. I shoved my hand into the non existent gap between Harry's body and mine, and held him through his jeans. He moaned into my mouth. I struggled to undo his zipper and slid my hand inside. He was poking out of his boxers, larger and more erect than any I had ever seen. I held him, my thumb rubbing over the head and my fingers sliding up and down his length.
"Oh yeah, that's good Draco," he whispered against my mouth. My own errection needed attention. Reading my mind, Harry slid away from me. I moaned in disappointment but he was not idle. Looking up at me with lustful eyes he tugged at my zipper and undid my button, pulling my jeans and boxers down my legs. He pulled his own remaining clothes off and threw himself on top of me again.
We were in the same position but it was so, so different. I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life as I felt Harry's arousal grinding against mine. He moved on top of me, forwards and backwards and I felt his pre-cum and mine mingling. He got off me, picked me up and threw me further onto the bed. I cried out in protest but he ignored me. He knelt between my parted thighs. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around him. He then kissed me passionately again and his tongue forced its way into my mouth as he moved into me. The first few times he was painfully slow. I saw the longing to go faster in his face and felt the same myself. I knew he did not want to hurt me but he was far from that.
"Mmm, Harry, faster." He smiled into my mouth and, taking my cock in his hand he began to pump it as hard as he could, moving into me at me same speed. I threw my head back and screamed; it was such a beautiful feeling. I sprayed all over his chest and mine and as he continued to pump, I continued to shoot. His own orgasm was approaching and, as he went over the edge he began to cry out.
"Oh god, Draco yes that's good, Draco…" He shot his load into me with this last cry, and collapsed onto me kissing all over my mouth, short little passionate kisses that made my insides melt.