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Chapter 3
Ben Dover
"Potter!" Huh? Who the hell would be shouting at me? I don't even recognize the voice. Maybe I got hurt in the masked-men attack and it's one of the Ministry workers, or maybe that Muggle owner, he's probably free by now. "Potter!"
I jerk awake, my thoughts clear as emerald meet mercury. "Fuck!"
"Not yet, Potter, you have to be awake for that," he smirks; that's starting to get annoying now.
He has got to be joking! How the hell could I forget about bisexuality? What the hell was I thinking, speaking out loud without realizing? I am so fucked! OMFG! Ron heard me… right, I can fix this. I'm half-Slytherin; I can talk my way out of this.
"You know, Malfoy…" He raised an eyebrow and waited, "… uh, you're hair, uh, looks real nice, you know." He raised both eyebrows at me. "Well, except for that twig… right there," I pointed over his left ear and shrugged, "must have hit a tree following me, huh?"
His hand shot up again, and I looked around nervously, where to run to? Where did the others go? Left? Everyone always exits stage left… right I'll go left.
"Potter, very funny, but don't even think of running." He raised his wand and I couldn't help but flinch, just a small bit. He swished his wrist and muttered a spell in Latin that I didn't recognize. Not listening to his advice I tore off to the left and ended up hitting an invisible wall. Lying flat on my back on the floor I groan. "Didn't know you could be so accommodating Potter, now if you would only remove the clothing."
I looked at him and sighed, letting my head thump back and bang off the ground. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I half sat up and ripped my jumper off and flung it to my right. Bloody left side! Malfoy's mouth dropped open and I couldn't help but smile smugly to myself. Seems all the work I do at the Dursley's paid off around adolescence.
"Well then Malfoy?" I asked, quickly before I lose my nerve I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. "Planning to join me or what?"
Malfoy nodded, snapping out of his stupor and unbuttoned his silk shirt; what a snob. He unfastened his trousers as well and pushed the down over his hips and kicked them off, leaving himself in his socks and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. He raised and eyebrow at me in a challenge, and with a glare I pushed down my own trousers, adding them and my shoes to the pile at my right.
I wonder where Malfoy's shoes went. I didn't see him take them off. Why am I thinking about his shoes? 'Cause it's better than thinking about his cock up your arse in a few minutes.' some crazy person whispered in his ear. Lalala, la, can't hear you!
"Well, who's it going to be Malfoy?" I teased, still shocked as to where this 'me' came from. I would never have done this before, I would have run for my life sure, or maybe hexed him and then run for my life. But no way would I be the first to undress, and willingly. Although Malfoy is rather hot, and Blaise also said he was a fabulous fuck, but what would Blaise know? He never shagged Malfoy.
Malfoy was the first; he pulled down his boxers, revealing a semi-hard pale cock surrounded by light blond hair that covered the tops of his thighs and his balls. He was above average, but not some-sort-of-surgery large, nice thick width and, hey, he's circumcised.
"Jewish?" I asked referring to his religion; he looked at me like I was crazy.
"Was that an insult Potter?" He hissed.
"Ah, so, you don't know about Muggle religions then?" I said nodding, still lying on the floor.
"No!" He bit out. "We don't believe in a God, but many."
"Ah, sorry, no it wasn't an insult. Just, you know, you haven't got a foreskin."
He looked down at his penis and frowned, "and you have? But that's- that's so… unhygienic."
"Who told you that?" I said laughing.
"My medi-witch!" He turned away from me, with his nose in the air. I laughed.
"Believe me; I'm fully capable of cleaning my penis." He grinned at me and raised an eyebrow, before making a fist and jerking it back and forth. "Pervert!" He smirked again. I swallowed hard, and hooked my fingers in the waist band of my boxers and pulled them down. I added them to the pile without looking up; I was nothing special, just a freak orphan. Malfoy was gorgeous and here I was in comparison.
"Bloody hell, Potter, nobody told me you were this fuckable!" I looked over at him, my eyes wide, and mouth open. "You're beautiful." He whispered. I blinked, beautiful as in feminine? "You should get clothes that fit Potter, if you can afford it, and then people would shag you because they want to."
I was almost complimented, more than I ever dreamed to wring from Malfoy's smart mouth. "Are you saying you don't want to?"
"Wouldn't say that." He said softly, eyes fixed on my penis. I laughed when I noticed he was staring at the head of my cock.
"You wont catch anything Malfoy," I bit out, slightly offended. He didn't answer, but waved his wand at a fallen leaf and transfigured it into a thick blanket. He levitated it until it was flat and let it fall to the ground.
"Lie on that, Potter."
I did as he said; maybe he was capable of caring, about others I mean. "Harry." He just looked at me, "you're about to shove your cock up my arse, the least you could do is use my name."
"If you call me Draco?" I nodded and then he did. "So, normal lube or flavored?" I think I just died; I choked on whatever I was about to say and somehow forgot to breathe. In the end I just shrugged. "Normal then," he said as he waved his wand again.
"Where did you learn those?" I asked in shock.
"I'm a Slytherin, there's a hand-book." He told me nonchalantly. I just nodded, not sure whether he was lying or not. "Come on then, lie down." I did and on impulse spread my legs wide for him. He smiled, a real smile, it lasted for a second but it was there.
He lay between my spread legs and coated his fingers in the lube, "this will hurt a bit." He warned softly, before pushing his middle finger past the tight ring of muscle guarding my anal canal. I almost bit through my lip trying not to scream at the unpleasant feeling of being burned and stretched.
A bit, he says, a bit! I whimpered, "Sorry," he muttered before pulling his finger out and coating them all with more lube. I nod and he pushed his middle one back in, slower this time, up to the first knuckle, pause, the next knuckle, pause and then it's completely inside of me. He wiggles it around a bit, and I tense as his index finger probes at my opening.
"Ssh Harry, almost." He whispered, his face pressed to my abdomen, his tongue dipping in my navel when his lips weren't feathering kisses across my stomach. He had two fingers inside of me know, and he was scissoring them; I was contemplating turning straight. Fuck, but it hurt. And then I saw stars.
"Welcome to your prostrate Harry," he looked up and shot me another real smile, before his finger brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of me again. I arched up slightly at the touch and he used the opportunity to the fullest, inserting another finger into me while I was swept away in pleasure rather than pain.
Three whole fingers and Malfoy was still brushing my prostrate, and hadn't touched my cock once. I was hard and leaking, half out of my mind with desire; maybe I'll stay gay then.
"Draco," I whined as he pulled his fingers out of my arse. "Git," I hissed as he laughed. He crawled up the length of my body until his face was over mine; he stared at my lips for a second before looking away and reaching for the vial of lube again. He coated his erection liberally the first time, and with one hand aiming it and the other hand spreading my arse cheeks he pushed his penis into me.
I tensed at the burn, he was wider than his fingers and longer, but when his cock head hit my prostrate I stopped caring about the pain and focused intently on the pleasure.
"Fuck, Draco!" I moaned as his hand encircled my own erection. He groaned and pulled almost all the way out of me and slammed back in, I raised my hips to meet his thrusts and cried out as he filled me again. Oh yea; I was defiantly staying gay.
Either that or I was fucking Draco Malfoy again in the near future. Maybe I could get a re-sort, end up in Slytherin and share a dorm with Draco. Blaise and Nott share and Crabbe and Goyle, so Draco is on his own and needs a roommate. I'd make a good 'room-mate'.
"Still with me, Harry?" Draco asked me with a laugh as he changed angles and hit that spot inside of me again. I nodded while moaning, raising my hips again and again as I was filled and emptied.
The entire time we fucked, Draco's eyes didn't leave my face, my eyes and lips in particular. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips as his head dipped slightly towards my face, but catching himself in time, he dropped his head to my shoulder instead. He licked and kissed my neck as I arched beneath him, he bit and sucked my neck as I arched again and came, his name on my lips; loudly for all to hear it.
He came too, when I did, the clenching of my arse to much for his oversensitive cock to bear. "Harry!" He shouted, very un-Malfoy-like I must say.
We stayed like that for a moment before he softened too much to stay inside of me. Draco pulled out and gifted me with another of his rare smiles; what's that, four in an hour? I admit I feel rather proud of myself. His eyes wee locked on my lips again, as I licked mine in nervousness he groaned.
"Can I kiss you Harry?" He asked, still lying on top of me, both of us sticky but satisfied. No intention of moving soon.
"Why wouldn't you?" I asked perplexed.
He blushed and looked away before asking, "Because it means we care about each other, and I wasn't sure if you… you know."
"Like you?" He nodded hesitantly. "Do you like me Malfoy?" His face crumbles at my slip, "Draco, do you like me?" He nods again, slowly, fearfully. "Then kiss me."
He grins, and leans down. He pressed his lips to mine and I raise my head a little to push against his. His tongue flicks out to trace the seam of my lips, and I happily part them, allowing his tongue entrance to my mouth. I moan into his mouth as his tongue brushes against my own, exploring the warm, wet cavern that is my mouth. With a mental smirk I fought his tongue back into his own mouth and let mine do some exploring.
We pull back, panting hard. He looks at me hopefully, "can I kiss you again?" I just nod. When we pull back the second time, he waves his wand again and I feel a strange tingling in my arse and across my legs, and then I'm not sticky anymore. Cleaning Charm obviously.
"Thanks," I smile and get up when he moves off of me. We get dressed in silence, and as I slip my second shoe on he turns to me and cleared his throat.
"Hey Harry, you know, when we get to Hogwarts… would you…" he trails off, his face burning.
"Never say a word?" I ask angrily, really offended. Some way of showing he likes me!
"NO!" He blushes harder after his out burst, a deep pink settled across his pale cheeks. "Would you, maybe, if you want, bemyboyfriend?" I blink at him, huh? "Be my boyfriend." He repeats slower.
I walk over to him and smile, "what's this tell you?" I press my lips to his again, and pull back before he could react and deepen the lip-lock. I then pressed my lips to his neck, and like he had done to me earlier, I bit the pale column and sucked until the skin turned a nice shade of purple. "Mine." I muttered against his ear.
He positively beamed at me. And then he blushed again, "Sorry I hurt you earlier, it was, well it was my first time with a boy and I wasn't quite sure."
I shrug, "don't worry about it; it was my first time with anyone."
He paled, "sorry. You're first time is meant to be all tender and flowers and candy and stuff, not out in the woods while the Death Eaters are attacking Muggles." He looked at the ground ashamed.
Death Eaters, huh I'd have to look them up when we get to Hogwarts, must have something to do with Voldemort. I freeze, what Draco said finally penetrating my over-exhausted brain. "Well, well, I never knew you could be such a romantic at heart!" I laugh as he swats my arm.
"Not a word, you hear?" I nod softly, and give him a quick peck on the cheek. "We better get back, the Mud-Muggleborn and Weasley's will be looking for you. And my parents are probably getting worried about now."
"Why just now?" I ask curiously.
"Because unlike you, I am capable of taking care of myself." He bites out, but I know he's not really trying to hurt my feelings, "I mean, where is your wand? I haven't seen it since I showed up."
I reach into my trousers and feel around… "Uh?" Draco looks up at me, "I think I lost it?"
He shakes his head. "Accio Harry Potter's wand." A thin cylinder of wood came flying through the air, and almost poked me in the eye. Luckily Draco flicked his wand, and mine fell to the ground with a dull thud.
I picked it up and blushed while mumbling my thanks. "Lets get out of here, it's too quiet." Draco said.
From the left we heard a slight rustling in the bushes, and I groaned. "You had to jinx it didn't you!" I shout and step to the right. There goes my stage left idea. "At least tell me you vanished that bubble thing."
Draco waved his wand, "there, happy?" I just glare. Another rustle… Fuck.
Not a good day at all. Not good!
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A/N: No offence intended towards Homosexuals, Bisexuals, or in fact Heterosexuals. I myself am Heterosexual and would die to shag Draco Malfoy or Tom Felton (unfortunately Draco Malfoy isn't real) and I have no chance with Tom! But no offence intended!
A/N 2: No offence intended towards Jewish people, or any other religion that believes in one god, I myself don't believe in any, so those people shouldn't be offended either. Oh and no offence to gay!virgins that hurt their partners (I like Virgin!Draco if you couldn't tell).
