Harry Potter stood in the Room of Requirement, his eyes fixed intently upon the piles of woollen blankets lying in a corner of the room. Even though it was winter, the room provided ample warmth that they'd need to do what they wanted to do. All he had to do was wait; and he didn't have to for too long, for the door was promptly opened, with Malfoy standing behind it in a noticeably precarious position. He walked in with an air of faked arrogance, then slipped on a wet patch of stone floor. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as Malfoy lay sprawled upon a mass of blankets, his blond hair in a tangled mess.
"What an astounding entrance, Malfoy. You impress me." Harry extended a hand to a most blushing Malfoy. "Come on, get up. We have work to do."
Malfoy took his hand without looking up at Harry. It's smooth. And his fingers are warm against this cold palm of mine. Realizing he was beginning to caress Harry's hand, Malfoy dropped it abruptly and put his hands behind his back. What am I doing? What would Harry think?
"You like me, don't you, Malfoy?" Oh no, he's realized. Harry took a small step closer to Malfoy, who was slowly backing away towards the wall. In the faint moonlight from the window at the far end, Malfoy could see a wild burning in Harry's eyes. Forcing himself to look disgruntled, Malfoy scowled and turned to face the wall.
"Like you, Potter? I loathe you! Don't say such foolish things!"
"Oh, I never realized your feelings were that deep. My apologies, dear Malfoy." Harry put his hands gently on Malfoy's tensed shoulders, rubbing them in a slow, delicate rhythm. A tingling sensation seemed to run down Malfoy's back but he remained perfectly silent, staring blankly at the wall that seemed to tell him 'just let go.' No, what am I doing?
"Don't fight it, Malfoy. I know what's been going through your mind." Malfoy shrugged his shoulders at the statement, then turned to face Harry with a startled look upon his flushed face.
"How? Potter, prove it!" Harry chuckled to this defiant comment, then pushed Malfoy firmly against the wall.
"Oh, behave, behave. You don't want this little secret to get out, do you?"
"You're evil, you know that, Potter?" Malfoy struggled to break free Harry's grasp, only to be thrown down onto the blanket pile. "And mighty strong too, I might add." Oh my God, did I say that aloud? No, I'm really losing it…
"And you are not, Malfoy? Coming here to bait me into another of Voldemort's traps?"
"I'm not here for that, I told you already!" Malfoy stuttered defensively, getting up into a sitting position. "I just wanted something to do to pass the time. Learning dark magic with you, at least I'd be ready for whatever comes my way."
"Then, are you ready for this?" Harry had bent over and lain down next to Malfoy, looking straight into his grey eyes. Harry's right hand ventured under Malfoy's black robes, getting lost upon his firm flesh. His hands are so warm… He rubbed Malfoy's chest in a lascivious manner while pulling him closer to his own tensed body. This isn't right – oh, no! Why does it feel so good?
"Potter… stop…" Malfoy managed to choke out, trying hard to resist. "What the hell… are you trying…"
"Heck, I'm not trying," Harry said with a grin. Through his dark fringe, his eyes glittered with boyish lust. "I'm doing this to you. Are you going to stop me?" Harry's left hand fumbled with the hook and eye on Malfoy's pants, finally snapping it off and gently pulling the zipper down.
"Eh? No, Potter…" Malfoy couldn't help but moan as Harry fondled him lightly, then slipped his hand into Malfoy's briefs. Oh, I can't make him stop now… "No… Potter… why?"
Harry ignored his question and stroked harder, while Malfoy squirmed and reached out for Harry's warm body. I want to hold him… Turning over to face Harry, he put his arms around Harry's muscular torso and pulled him close. Instead of resisting as Malfoy thought he would, Harry clutched on to him with a certain protectiveness that almost brought Malfoy to tears.
"I admit, Potter…" Malfoy mumbled through deep breaths. "I admit, I was supposed to bring you to the Dark Lord. Although now, it's seems to have gone all wrong." He paused for a moment to bite his lip while Harry rubbed the tip of his hardened member. Letting out a hushed moan of exhilaration, he rubbed himself against Harry's strong chest.
"How wrong is it to indulge in something your heart has truly desired?" Harry unbuttoned Malfoy's shirt and kissed Malfoy passionately on the lips. "And I admit, I am drawn to you. I really want to go all the way with you." He wants me. He wants to do it with me. Oh, why do I feel so happy?
"But, I mean, why me? I'm your enemy!" Harry slowly undid the remaining buttons of Malfoy's shirt. "Hey!" Malfoy exclaimed, blushing, "Why are you undressing me? Who do you think you are anyway?"
"I'm your present, Malfoy. Unwrap me." Harry stood up and stood in front of Malfoy who obediently undid Harry's pants and let them fall to his ankles. Then, he disengaged the following layer. He watched intently as Harry took off his own robes, not taking his eyes off Harry's large and clearly erect penis. Mine's not even half as big. Oh, he's so wonderful.
"Care to assist me?" Harry asked cheekily, thrusting himself towards Malfoy's face. "I need someone to taste this for me."
"May I be the one to do the honour?"
"Oh, you're catching on well, Malfoy dear." Harry shut his eyes as he felt a rush from deep inside him. The lens of his glasses frosted up, and bead of sweat trickled down one of his pink cheeks. "Oh, that's how you do it."
Malfoy mumbled softly and continued sucking him with great fervour. This is what I've dreamed of, for so many years. Strangely, I don't fear the punishment for doing this. Only contentment. What have you made of me, Harry Potter?