Draco stomped back to his dorm in another towering rage. How on Earth could Potter keep managing to do this? Draco stormed into his private room and set his special locking charms. He collapsed on his bed in a very un-Malfoyish manner.
He lay there for some time, examining the ceiling and glowering about Potter. He closed his eyes and tried to block out any thoughts about him.
Draco heard a knock on the door and chose to ignore it. He turned on his side to face the door but did not make any movements to see who it was. Whoever it was should know better than to disturb him, especially at one in the morning. The knocking ceased and Draco relaxed a little.
Suddenly the door swung open and in walked Potter. Draco sat bolt upright and stared at him.
"How the fuck did you get in here!" Draco exclaimed. Harry shrugged and walked over to Draco's bed. He sat down on the edge. Draco stared at him for having the audacity of coming uninvited to his room.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked sweetly. Draco stared at him as though he'd lost his mind.
"Why the hell are you in my room!" Draco demanded. Harry shrugged again, further enraging Draco.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Harry said quietly. Draco's eyes widened with shock and his mouth dropped open. He quickly closed it, reminding himself that Malfoy's do not gape.
"Get out, Potter," He ordered coldly. He was in no mood, especially after what had just happened in the kitchens. He thought for a second he saw a glimmer of sadness and regret in Harry's emerald green eyes. Harry stood up slowly and sluggishly moved toward the door.
Draco watched him go as if in slow motion. A little voice in the back of his head was screaming at him. 'What are you doing? If he's willing, do it!' Draco shook away the voice and watched Harry through narrowed eyes.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Harry had stopped with one hand on the doorknob and had raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"No!"'Yes.' Draco shook his head to rid the traitorous thoughts. Harry smiled a little and opened the door.
"Fine, be that way," He said cryptically. Harry left and left the door wide open. Draco growled a little and got up to close the door. He stood in the doorway watching Potter cross the empty common room. Just before he left through the secret door to the common room, Harry stopped and turned around, looking straight at Draco. He raised one eyebrow as though he knew something Draco didn't. Draco watched through narrowed eyes as Harry turned and slipped out the door.
'What way?' Draco's brain kicked into gear. No way in hell he was going to let Potter get away with this. Draco jumped the banister and landed catlike on the floor. Wait, Malfoys don't jump, they descend gracefully. He straightened himself up and started out the door.
He emerged out into the corridor and looked quickly around. He saw Harry's messy black hair disappear around a corner up ahead. Draco stealthily tracked his prey. Harry was walking along slowly. He heard a sound behind him and turned sharply. He didn't have time to see who it was because in that second, he was shoved roughly against the wall. He found himself staring into a pair of piercing silver eyes, outlined with the faintest robin's egg blue.
"Draco," Harry gasped in shock. Draco pushed his body flush against Harry's, and Harry moaned softly at the feeling of Draco's erect cock against his own.
"Did you think you could fool me?" Draco whispered quietly in Harry's ear, delighting in the feeling of Harry shivering underneath him.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Harry managed to ask, as concentrating was becoming difficult.
"Just admit that you want me. It would save you a lot of trouble," Draco breathed quietly.
"Fine. I do," Harry admitted quietly.
"What?" Draco asked, unable to believe he had heard right. He unconsciously loosened his grip on Harry.
"You're right. I do want you," Harry repeated. Harry shifted slightly, and Draco searched his eyes. He seemed to find that Harry was telling the truth. He was also unable to keep thoughts of how sexy Harry looked when he wasn't in control of the situation. Draco moved his hand up to Harry's waist and pulled him forward.
Harry's eyes were wide, and Draco's face held a satisfied smirk. Draco leaned in and captured Harry's mouth in a forceful kiss. Harry immediately gave in and allowed Draco's tongue to map out his own. Draco felt Harry's hand push into his trousers. Draco deepened the kiss, and Harry groaned loudly. Draco broke away, panting.
"Quiet, Potter," He panted. "There could be teachers." Harry nodded fervidly and Draco resumed kissing him. He moved from his mouth to suck on the sensitive spot just below jaw bone. Harry was panting and trying to keep quiet. He was also beginning to stroke Draco. He heard a sharp intake of breath as he played mercilessly with Draco's rock hard cock. Draco moaned slightly at Harry's touch.
"Oh, God, Harry," He cried out. They were both breathing hard by this point. Draco kissed Harry in an open mouthed messy kiss. He was nearing completion with each skillful stroke of Harry's hand.
"Draco," Harry whispered. Draco kissed Harry's jawbone lightly. "Draco," Harry repeated, more urgently.
"What?" Draco panted against Harry's neck. Harry gave one last forceful stroke and...
"Draco!" A voice shouted and Draco jerked awake. He looked down and saw a sticky mess on his silk sheets. He groaned and reached for his wand. It was gone in a second.
"Draco!" The voice called again.
"What?" He said crossly, thoroughly annoyed at being interrupted with his beautiful dream. 'Of course it had been a dream. Potter would never give in that easy.' Draco pulled himself out of bed and walked over to the door and yanked it open. A very cross looking Blaise stood on the threshold.
"Get up, you're going to be late," Blaise told him and turned around and went back down the stairs. Draco rubbed his face with his hands and glanced at the magical clock, 8:00 am. He groaned and quickly dressed and showered. He was not in a very good mood by the time he made it down to breakfast.
Over at the Gryffindor table, a very tired, but happy, Harry Potter was sitting down to a relaxing breakfast, surrounded by his two best friends.
"Harry, you look so tired. What did you do last night?" Hermione asked, concerned. Harry waved the question away while Ron looked on curiously.
"Oh, nothing. I just couldn't sleep." Hermione studied him for a second then she nodded and buried herself in a new book.
Once she was immersed in her book, Ron leaned casually over to Harry, on the pretense of picking up some strawberry jam.
"So?" He asked quietly. Harry glanced around quickly, ensuring that no one was listening. No one was; they were all wrapped up in their own lives. He leaned in closer to Ron.
"The spell worked perfectly," He said quietly. "It was just right." Harry smirked at his own cunning. Ron smiled a little but also looked a tad bit confused.
"Why did you do this again?" Ron asked. Harry sighed in frustration, tired of explaining.
"It's part of phase two," He intoned. Ron nodded, but his eyebrows were still furrowed.
"What is phase two again?" Harry sighed again.
"We've already been through this, Ron," he told him tiredly.
"I know, but I--"
"Time for class!" Hermione's voice interrupted Ron's sentence. Ron scowled at his girlfriend behind her back, and Harry laughed at him. He turned to scowl at Harry, but smiled a second later and ruined the effect. Harry slapped him on the back and they went off to class.
The first class of the day was History of Magic. Harry fell asleep ten minutes in, not having slept much during the night. He was awoken two hours later by Hermione, who was not impressed by his use of the time.
"Oh, come on, Hermione. That class is dead boring, no pun intended." Ron snickered at Harry's joke and Hermione just huffed and walked away, leaving them behind. Harry shrugged at Ron and followed Hermione down the corridor.
The rest of the day was fairly boring by Harry's standards. At lunch he sat and ate a kidney pie. He knew a certain platinum blond was watching his every move. It took a great deal of self control not to look over at the Slytherin table.
Draco sat watching the raven haired boy casually eat his pie. His eyes followed the fork from the pie to Harry's mouth. He watched as it disappeared behind lush, red lips. Ever since he'd had that dream, he couldn't get Har--Potter, out of his head. He didn't what was wrong with him. Potter was wrong.
'Oh, but look at him,' Draco thought longingly. 'He's so hot. Wait, no! I don't want Potter, he wants me!' Draco shook his head furiously and Blaise, who had been watching him, cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow.
"Something wrong?" He asked sarcastically.
"No, everything's just peachy," Draco responded dryly. Blaise shrugged and turned back to his meal. Pansy was watching Draco in a calculating manner. He caught sight of her staring and sneered at her. "What, Pansy?" He asked scathingly.
"Nothing, nothing," She said and quickly looked away. Every few seconds she would sneak a glance back at him though. She wanted to know what was going on with her beloved.
Draco finally couldn't take watching Harry anymore with his perfect body, and gorgeous hair, and insanely tan skin... Draco rose from the table and motioned for Blaise to follow him. Pansy narrowed her eyes as the pair disappeared from the table.
"So, Draco, you going to the Quidditch match Saturday?" Blaise asked conversationally, given that Draco did not seem in the mood to discuss his new Potter-staring habit.
"Yes. I need to do some research on the teams for strategies," Draco replied easily, albeit a little coldly. The match this Saturday was between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw had gained a new seeker since Cho Chang had left. Draco, being the captain, had the duty of scoping out the other teams. Granted, he'd rather be scoping out Potter, but...no! Draco growled as the thought entered his head and stalked on ahead of Blaise.
Back in the Great Hall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were just finishing their meals.
"Hey, mate, you going to check out the match this week?" Ron asked eagerly of his captain.
"Yeah, I have to make sure we can beat them," Harry said with a smile. Hermione rolled her eyes at them but smiled all the same. They went off to the rest of their classes and the rest of the week passed slowly.
Harry did not make any moves towards Draco during the entire week, and he began to find it unnerving. How could someone go from showing up everywhere to never around? It annoyed Draco to no end that he was being ignored by Harry. No one ignores a Malfoy! What was worse was that he was now having nightly dreams, all ending with Draco waking with an aching hard-on.
Draco caught himself staring more and more at Harry throughout the day. Pansy was now watching him annoyingly close all the time. He hated that he couldn't stop. He was quickly becoming obsessed and that was not acceptable.
On Friday, Draco went to potions where Potter ignored him once again. He fumed silently as he walked to his seat. i 'What is he playing at? Ignoring me, what does he think he's doing?' /i Draco thought as he watched Harry glide past, not even sparing the slightest glance in his direction.
He scowled at Harry's back and Blaise sat down next to him.
"You may want to cut off being too obvious," He said quietly to Draco. Draco shot him a death glare and Blaise immediately backed off. Snape sneered at the entire class, save Draco.
"Today, you will be working in pairs," he paused as a ripple went through the class. "Which I will assign," he added. The ripple immediately died down. He sneered at the class, no doubt arranging the worst possible pairs. He moved around the room, jostling up the happy pairs and trios. When he arrived at the table in which sat Harry, Ron, and Hermione, his face split into the widest smirk possible?
"Weasley, partner with Zabini. Granger, partner..." Snape took his time thinking of the worst possible pairing for Hermione. "...Ms. Parkinson." Snape gloated over his choice and turned to the remaining portion of the Golden Trio. "Potter, partner Mr. Malfoy," Snape said with the tone of someone sentencing someone else to their death, only this someone was happy about it.
All three groaned slightly as they moved to their respective places. Hermione smiled timidly at Pansy, who glared at her then turned her glare on Draco's table where Harry had just taken up residence. Harry set his stuff down on the table and slid into his seat. Draco watched him through narrowed eyes as though daring him to talk to him. Harry didn't say anything though. He hummed placidly to himself and began setting up the ingredients.
Draco's eyes flashed at the blatant show Harry was making of ignoring Draco. Harry continued setting out the ingredients as though nothing was wrong, while meanwhile Draco sat fuming only feet from him.
Draco watched Harry and found his eyes drawn to Harry's strong hands as he set down the many vials. Draco shook his head sharply to rid himself of those thoughts. Harry was not looking and didn't see any of these actions. He finally finished his arrangements and sat back in his seat, waiting for Draco to begin.
Draco curled his lip in disdain and began following the instructions on the board. He worked diligently all the while keeping an eye on Harry who sat watching him work. Finally, Draco couldn't take it anymore. He leaned over after Snape had swept by the table.
"What the hell are you doing, Potter?" Draco hissed. Harry looked surprised at the question.
"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything," Harry replied. Draco glared at Harry and Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"You are the bane of my existence, you know that, Potter?" Draco asked in a low and dangerous voice. Harry shrugged and turned back to the simmering potion. Draco narrowed his eyes but also returned his attention to the potion.
It was simmering away at the perfect stage. Draco really was very talented at potions, unlike Harry. Professor Snape made another circle by their table and praised Draco and leered at Harry. Harry scowled after him and kept his gaze fixed on the Potions Master. Draco found himself staring at Harry's bright emerald green eyes.
'Wow, his eyes are the most beautiful things I've ev...Wait, what am I doing? Lusting after Potter? What the hell is wrong with me?' Draco wrenched his gaze away from the gorgeous Gryffindor. He tried to concentrate on the potion at hand but found his attention wandering to the other night in the kitchen.
He was now reliving the night in his dreams. Ever since that first dream, he was having nightly reoccurrences. Draco tried desperately to rid his head of thoughts of Potter, but he was slowly coming to the conclusion that it was impossible. He let the Potion simmer and his gaze was again drawn to Harry's lithe form. He was an inch or so shorter than Draco, and his hair was still as unruly as ever.
Draco forced himself to look away from Harry, who was still barely acknowledging his presence. It annoyed Draco to no end. You do not ignore a Malfoy!
The class ended and Harry immediately packed away his things and left without so much as a backward glance. Draco glared at his retreating form and Blaise came up behind him.
"What's the plan?" Blaise asked slyly from Draco's shoulder.
Draco scowled at Harry's back and replied, "I'm working on it." Blaise raised an eyebrow and received a glare in return, so he left well enough alone.
The next morning, Saturday, dawned bright and cold, although a certain Slytherin woke, for the 6th day in a row, feeling very hot.
Draco groaned and turned over, feeling his throbbing hard-on. Last night he'd had another dream featuring the one and only Famous Harry Potter in a very compromising position in Draco's room. Draco shuffled out of bed and went to take a shower and release some of his 'tension'.
He let the steaming water run over his taught stomach and muscular body. He reveled in the warmth. He tried to ignore his achingly hard cock, but that was not an easy task. Finally, he gave in and a hand slithered down to grasp the throbbing erection.
First, he thought of Blaise, the dark-haired Italian. He could see Blaise for half a second as he begun to pump his erection. Then he closed his eyes and Blaise's face was immediately replaced by messy black hair and bottle green eyes. Draco groaned slightly as the image of Harry swam before his eyes. His breathing became labored as he stroked harder and faster.
He mentally cursed himself for thinking of Potter but, at the same time, couldn't stop picturing his mouth on Draco's cock. The image made Draco gasp and stroke faster. He reached his climax all too soon and let the hot shower water wash away all traces. Draco finished his shower and stepped out, a towel wrapped firmly around his waist.
'That's it,' He thought. 'I'm going to have to fix this, and soon. I can't be having fantasies about Potter, it's just wrong' He dressed carefully, tight black cotton slacks and a white wife beater tee-shirt, and went down to breakfast before the Quidditch match.
He sat down at the Slytherin table, albeit a little grumpy. Blaise gave him a questioning look but Draco ignored it and went about eating his meal. Against his own will, his gaze was once again drawn across the hall to where the Gryffindors sat, rowdy as usual. His eyes were immediately locked on to the messy tresses of the raven-haired Quidditch captain. Harry was not looking his way, nor did he seem to notice that the Slytherin captain was watching him with hawk-like perception.
The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were subdued, given that they were playing that day. The teams exited before the rest of the school and the other students followed shortly afterward. Harry, Ron, and Hermione ambled casually down toward the field. Ron pulled Hermione forward, intent on getting the best seat possible. Harry laughed as he watched them go. He was just about to follow them in to the stands when he was pulled roughly aside.
He wasn't able to see who, or what, had pulled him away. He was shoved roughly under the elevated Quidditch stands that were covered by draped fabric. He stumbled and fell on the dusty ground. He looked up from his position and saw a dark figure framed by the blinding sun in a gap in the fabric. Harry put up a hand to block the sun and got a clear view of his captor.
Draco stood with his hands on his hips, glaring daggers at Harry. Harry frowned and pushed himself off the ground. He dusted off his jeans and then looked up at Draco expectantly. Harry could hear people thundering past and into the stands above their heads.
"What did you do that for?" Harry asked, annoyed. Draco moved closer to Harry, the fabric hangings falling shut blocking out all view of the inside, and a slipped a hand around his waist. Harry eyes his arm suspiciously but didn't try to pull away. Draco then leaned in dangerously close to Harry's ear and whispered in it.
"You are going to rid me of this problem, Potter, and I don't care how we do it, as long as it goes away." His warm breath tickled Harry's ear, and Harry squirmed slightly in his grasp.
"What problem?" Harry asked, confused. Draco moved a bit closer and his tongue flicked out to lick the shell of Harry's ear.
"You know damn well what my problem is, Potter," Draco whispered against Harry's ear, causing him to shiver as tiny waves of pleasure crashed over his body.
"I-I really d-don't," Harry managed to stutter. Draco moved his body closer to Harry so that he could feel his impressive erection. Harry gasped at the contact and felt himself growing hard as well.
"You are in my head, and I intend to get you out," Draco whispered matter-of-factly. Harry shut his eyes as Draco slowly pushed him backwards against a pillar holding up the stands. Harry could hear the roar of the crowd and thought vaguely that the match must have started.
"O-out?" Harry asked nervously. Draco's fingers slid under his shirt and began to trace tiny patterns on his rock hard abs.
"Yes, Potter, out," Draco murmured against Harry's soft skin. He lightly kissed Harry's jawbone, and Harry let out a slight sigh. "I will not have you meddling in my thoughts. I'm going to fuck you and that will be it. You've had your fun, now it's my turn." Harry barely registered the words coming from Draco. He was reveling in his touch in the moment. Draco moved back slightly, and Harry made a noise of loss. Draco smirked at him. He stripped off Harry's shirt and then his own.
Harry heard a swell in the cheering and figured someone must have scored. He could dimly hear the commentary but was becoming rapidly distracted by the specimen in front of him. Draco pinned Harry against the pillar and attacked his mouth. Tongues darted in and out of the open mouths, meeting in a hot clash in the middle. Harry moaned loudly into Draco's mouth. Draco deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue deeper into the willing Gryffindor's mouth.
Harry pulled Draco closer, and Draco broke off the kiss. He kissed his way down Harry's neck, stopping to suck greedily on the sensitive spot just below his collar bone. Harry's groan was lost in the roar of the crowd above them. He held Draco close and closed his eyes in pleasure. Draco ceased kissing Harry's neck to undo the button and zipper of Harry's jeans.
Harry's gasped as his pants fell to the ground near his feet. It was very cold outside and the air was freezing. He soon forgot about it though and he felt Draco's finger teasing his entrance.
"Draco," Harry gasped desperately. "Please, now." Draco smirked at him and kissed him again. The kiss became fevered and when they broke apart, both were panting. Draco whispered a spell with his wand and slid in a finger. He heard Harry's breath hitch and smirked at the reaction he was incurring. He slipped in a second finger, and Harry groaned loudly. They were lucky the crowd was so enthusiastic, or there might have been a chance of being heard.
When Draco was sufficiently satisfied the Harry was ready, he positioned himself and pushed into Harry. Harry cried out in slight pain at the first thrust. Draco paused for a second, watching Harry closely. When Harry's breathing evened out, Draco thrust again, harder this time. This time, Harry moaned in ecstasy as Draco hit his sweet spot inside him. The sound drove Draco to move faster.
He pounded into Harry, hard and fast. Both boys were fast reaching their climaxes.
"Draco," Harry gasped, "faster," he pleaded. Draco readily complied and upped the pace. Sweat was running off both of them in droplets. Draco's thrusts became erratic and he felt himself nearing completion.
"Harry!" He cried out as he came. Harry was not far behind. They stood panting for a second, leaning on each other for support. Draco straightened up suddenly and gathered up his clothes. Harry watched him for a minute before starting to collect his own as well. Draco paused to listen to the announcer. The match was over, Ravenclaw had won. He glanced at Harry, now fully dressed. He smirked at him and pulled open the flap of the fabric. Before joining the thronging crowd, he turned back to Harry an evil smirk in place.
"Who got the last laugh now, eh, Potter?" With the raise of an eyebrow he was gone. Harry stood in the yellowish light of the sun filtering through the fabric. He watched the flap swinging in the breeze and a smirk crept slowly onto his face.
"Who indeed, Malfoy. Who indeed."
A/N: Whew! There we go, a new chapter! I can't believe ff, kicks me off, grrr...anyway, please review and i'm sorry if this was on a fave list or a alert list, just add it again! and hopefully they won't close me out again...humph.