A/N: Another long chapter! WARNING! This chapter contains descriptions of sexual acts between two guys. If you don't like that kind of thing, then don't read it. Everyone else, enjoy:) And thanks again to everyone who has reviewed! It means a lot!
Chapter 6:
Draco groaned as the sunlight streaming through his bedroom window woke him up, and he shielded his eyes from the sun. His head was absolutely pounding and he felt nauseous. He shifted in his bed, trying not to think about how sick he was. This pillow's really uncomfortable, he thought to himself, then his eyes flew open as he realized it wasn't his pillow he was lying on, but someone's bare chest. He sat up and squinted at the person laying next to him. The room spun, but he could still make out who it was.
"What the hell? Potter?" he muttered groggily as he looked at Harry in horror. Draco's mind quickly went through the events of the previous night. He remembered that Harry had kissed him during the game, and again because of Ginny's dare. Then he and Harry had fought, and Draco had drank more Fire Whiskey, and then... nothing. He couldn't remember anything past that point and he had no clue how he and Harry ended up in bed together. He was suddenly overcome with a wave of nausea and leaned over the side of the bed and threw up. He waited a few minutes until he felt a little better, then got up and started rummaging through his drawers until he found the bottle of Hangover Potion. He drank it, then sighed in relief as his headache and nausea melted away.
On his bed, Harry stirred and moaned. Draco took out his wand and used scourgify to clean up his vomit, then sat back on the bed, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Wake up Potter!" he demanded of Harry, shaking his shoulder.
Harry groaned again and opened his eyes. "What the fuck," he mumbled. "Malfoy get out of here."
"No, you get out of here! You're in my bed!"
Harry sat up quickly and looked around confused, the room spun wildly and he immediately leaned over the side of the bed and threw up, then laid back down and whimpered. "I feel like shit," he said to Draco.
Draco sighed and handed him the bottle. "Here drink this, it's Hangover Potion," he said as he pointed his wand at the mess Harry had made and cleaned it up. Harry drank the potion and his symptoms immediately evaporated.
He sat up again and gave the bottle back to Draco. "Thanks," he said, then looked around the room again. "What am I doing in your room?" he demanded of Draco.
Draco sighed. "I was hoping you could tell me that! I woke up, um... oh I might as well just say it, I woke up laying on top of you! But I don't remember how I got there."
"Laying on top of me?" Harry said in horror. "What the– shit what happened?" he asked turning to face Draco.
"I have no clue!" said Draco sourly, then blinked and stared at Harry's neck. "Is that a hicky?" he blurted out and pointed at a reddish-purple mark on Harry's neck.
Harry pressed on the spot, it hurt a little bit. "I don't know, is it?" he asked and craned his neck for Draco to get a better view.
"Yes... oh my god, what did we do last night? Do you think we...?" Draco trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.
Harry looked at Draco then down at himself and shook his head. "No, I don't think so... I mean, we both still have our trousers on," he pointed out to Draco and sighed with relief.
Draco looked relieved as well. "Well thank Merlin for that!" he said and Harry nodded at him in agreement. Draco found himself staring at the other boy's lean, but well defined chest and stomach and he quickly looked away. When did Harry get such a nice body? he wondered to himself, then shook his head. So Harry's attractive. So what? You hate him and that's all there is to it, he told himself, then turned to Harry.
"Well what are you still doing here? Get the fuck out of my room!"
"Fine!" Harry shot him a dirty look and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He looked around the common room, all of their friends were asleep there, but they were beginning to stir. Reluctantly, Harry opened Draco's door again and peeked his head in.
"Hey our friends are still out here and they're waking up! Bring out the Hangover Potion!" he said quickly to Draco, then shut the door again. He hurried into his own room and opened his cupboard. He touched the tender spot on his neck, then sighed and pulled out a high collared shirt that would cover the hicky. He put it on, then went back out to the common room. Draco was already there passing the bottle of potion around to their friends. Harry shook his head, at least none of them had seen him leave Draco's room, he thought with relief.
Once all of them had drank the Hangover Potion they looked around the room at eachother uncomfortably.
"Oh gosh, look at the time! We really should go work on that Potions essay that's due tomorrow," Blaise finally spoke up. He looked at Crabbe and Goyle and they nodded and got up quickly, saying rushed goodbyes to Draco as they went out the door.
Hermione glanced at Ginny and Ron, then got up on her feet. "Oh yeah, we should go work on that too," she said and gestured for Ron and Ginny to follow her.
Ginny looked at Hermione in amusement. "You had that essay done two days ago, Hermione!"
"Um, well yes. But I still need to proofread it and Ron needs help with his," Hermione said uncomfortably and cast a pleading look at Ginny.
"Oh fine," Ginny said getting to her feet and following Ron and Hermione to the door.
"We'll see you later Harry!" they called to him as they left.
"Bye," he replied moodily and sank down onto the couch.
Draco, who sat at the other end of the couch, glared at him."Well, congratulations. It looks like you've weirded out our friends by kissing me last night," he said huffily.
Harry gave him a disbelieving look. "Oh so this is all my fault is it? As I recall, I wasn't the only one doing the kissing!" he pointed out and cast Draco a challenging glare.
"Oh dream on, Potter. It was all you. You were so drunk you must be remembering it wrong. But unlike you, I can hold my alcohol and I remember. You did all the kissing," he insisted angrily.
Harry snorted. "I don't think so Malfoy. I may have been drunk, but I remember you kissing me back! You even pulled me on top of you on the couch! In front of all our friends! Remember?" he said scathingly.
A moment of panic came over Draco's face. He looked away from Harry and crossed his arms over his chest. "No, I don't remember that," he lied.
Harry shook his head. "Yes you do. But whatever, if you want to live in your little world of denial, be my guest. I know you kissed me and I know you liked it. I also know that this hicky didn't appear on it's own," he said taking pleasure in making Draco uncomfortable. His face got a look of surprise on it as he remembered another detail. "You were hard last night when I kissed you! I accidently touched it and that's why you pushed me off!" he said triumphantly.
Draco's face turned beet red with embarrassment and anger and before Harry knew it, he'd grabbed him by the collar and was pushing him fiercely into the couch. "You better never repeat that to anyone!" he said, his gray eyes blazing with anger.
"Get the fuck off me, Malfoy!" Harry said and pushed up against the other boys chest, but Draco just pushed into him harder and glared at him stonily.
"No, I mean it Potter," he said as Harry began to struggle underneath him. Harry pushed hard against his chest again, knocking the wind out of him, but Draco still hung on.
"Okay! I won't! Just get off, Malfoy!" he said and attempted to sit up. His head bumped Draco's, and the next thing he knew Draco's lips were on his. Harry's eyes widened at the unexpected kiss. He waited for Malfoy to quickly pull away, but he didn't. He pressed himself more firmly against Harry, his tongue stroking against Harry's lips as he kissed him. Harry debated whether or not to push Malfoy off, but the Slytherin's warm, soft mouth felt so good against his that he found himself parting his lips and moaning loudly as the other boys tongue eagerly explored his mouth. Harry's arms wrapped around Draco and held him as they kissed and Harry sighed as he felt Draco settle into his lap. Once again he felt Draco's erection, this time it pressed into his abdomen. His own cock was straining against his trousers. Without thinking he reached a hand between them and tentatively brushed Draco's cock through his trousers.
Draco's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss. He looked at Harry in horror, then pushed away from him and stumbled to his feet. He brushed a hand across his kiss swollen lips, then looked at Harry accusingly. "What're you do–" he began but Harry cut him off.
He stood up and pushed past Malfoy, a look of confusion and anger on his face. "Don't you dare try to blame me for that one, what is your problem Malfoy?" he asked as he walked behind the couch, putting it between them.
"Just fuck off!" Draco said and stalked off to his room, slamming the door behind him.
"Okay whatever!" Harry yelled after him. "You have issues, Malfoy!" he said angrily, then went into his own room and slammed the door.
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Draco winced as he heard Harry yell that he had issues. He leaned against the back of his door, panting heavily. His cock pressed painfully against his trousers and with a frustrated sigh, he undid his zipper and yanked it out. He frantically began stroking himself, trying not to think of the way Harry's hand felt when it had brushed against him, but that thought lingered in his mind and eventually Draco gave into it. He imagined Harry grasping him and stroking him and recalled the feel of Harry's hot mouth on his and wondered what it would feel like encircled around his cock. Draco clenched his jaw to keep from crying out as he came.
He gave himself a moment to recover from the flood of pleasure, then looked down at himself in disgust. He angrily punched against the door, then muttered a cleaning spell for his trousers and zipped himself back up. He threw himself onto his bed and angrily wiped away the tears that fell down his cheeks. Malfoys never show emotion, he reminded himself.
He stared up at the ceiling as he remembered the conversation he'd had with his father a few weeks ago.
"Draco!" Lucius's voice bellowed from the fireplace, startling Draco, who had been working on an essay in the common room. He sighed uneasily and went over to peer at his father's face in the fire.
"I'm here, what?" he asked his father's green firey head.
"Is the Potter boy there?" asked Lucius. Draco winced. So his father had found out he'd been paired with Harry.
"No," he replied to his father.
Lucius smiled smugly at Draco's wince. "Yes Draco, I know you've been paired with Potter. How long did you think you could keep it from me?"
"I wasn't trying to keep anything from you, I've been busy!" Draco protested.
Lucius just shook his head. "Never mind that. I know now, and your situation is why I've Floo'ed you today," he said to his son.
Draco clenched his jaw and braced himself for the lecture from his father.
"I'm disappointed in you Draco. Your mother and I have known about your homosexual tendencies for some time now, but... Potter?" he asked smoothly in his lilting drawl.
"I can't help that the Goblet paired me with him, it's not like I like it!" Draco said defensively.
Lucius's head chuckled in the fire place. "Well that's good Draco, but don't think that I'm not aware that the Goblet paired you based on compatibility," he said pointedly.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "It's not my fault," he replied cooly back to his father.
Lucius smirked at him. "No I suppose not. Anyway, the reason I've Floo'ed you is not to lecture you, but to warn you of something. Stay away from him, Draco. I mean it. There are things happening that you don't understand, that I can't tell you. But do as I say and stay away from him. You're only putting yourself in danger if you become involved with the Potter boy," he said sternly to his son.
"Involved with him? You mean you think I'd actually–" he began, but Lucius interrupted him.
"Enough! Just remember what I've told you."
"Well can you at least tell me what's going on? You never tell me anything!" Draco complained.
"No. I can't. I must go now, but just keep in mind what I've said. Stay away from the Potter boy." He repeated and with that, his father's head disappeared from the fire.
Draco shook his head at the memory of that conversation. What was wrong with him? He was doing exactly what his father had warned him not to. Something that had seemed ridiculous a few weeks ago was now a reality.
He breathed deeply and wondered how serious his father's warning really was. He said that he'd be putting himself in danger. What danger? He knew that Lucius didn't mess around, but... he couldn't help but wonder if his father was just making this up to keep him from getting involved with Harry Potter because he's Harry Potter.
He sighed, he wasn't sure, but he knew that it was becoming harder for him to stay away from the other boy. He felt drawn to him, like he had no control over his actions when he was near him. It was both disconcerting and exhilarating at the same time. He smiled and touched his lips, he could still feel Harry's lingering presence on them. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. Maybe if I don't get emotionally involved with him it would be alright, he mused to himself. Yes that was it, he would be fine if he didn't get emotionally involved with Potter. The physical stuff was all he wanted anyway. He grinned at his own cleverness. Forming strong emotional attachments to other people is a weakness, his father had always told him, and now he could see the wisdom in that. He would take his pleasure from Potter but that was it. Surely if anyone could appreciate that, his father could. Draco suddenly felt as if a big weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He yawned, glad that it was Sunday and he could relax. He snuggled underneath the covers and soon fell fast asleep.
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"Today we're going to be learning how to perform contraceptive charms and make a contraceptive potion, but first could anyone tell me the difference between the effects of the charms and the potions?" asked Professor Douglas. Hermione's hand shot up in the air. "Yes Miss Granger?"
"The charms are useful because they are quick and easy to perform, but the effects only last for a few hours. The potions take long to brew and can be difficult, but the contraceptive effects last for a month," Hermione answered promptly.
"That's correct, Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor! Now everybody take out your wands. The contraceptive charm has two versions; a male version, to be performed on the male; and a female version, to be performed on the female. Only one partner has to have the spell performed on them for the contraception to be effective, but having the charm performed on both partners increases the effectiveness of the spell and is recommended. The incantation for the female version of the charm is Contraceptum Ovarium. For males it is Contraceptum Testiculum. Everyone practice saying the incantations a few times with the correct pronunciation, then we will continue," Professor Douglas said and the room erupted into the sound of the students voices as they practiced.
Harry looked over at Ron and Hermione sitting on one side of him, and then at Draco sitting on the other side of him. He sighed and shook his head. Draco had been acting weird since yesterday afternoon. He'd emerged from his room a few hours after they had fought, looking refreshed and like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He'd smiled brightly at Harry, who was giving him a dirty look at the time, and offered to help with the Potions essay that Harry had been working on. Harry had looked at him in surprise and opened his mouth to say something nasty to him, but bit his tongue and decided to accept his help. Draco had always done extremely well in Potions and Harry desperately needed someone to help him, and after the way his friends had ran out earlier, they seemed to be out of the question.
Malfoy had been fairly pleasant as they worked on their essays, and every once in a while Harry would look up to see him watching him with intense interest. This of course, had immediately set him on edge and he'd been unable to concentrate on his essay after that, so Draco had basically written it for him.
Then this morning, as he had arrived to Reproductive Studies, Draco had waved at him and gestured to an empty seat he'd saved for him in between himself and Ron and Hermione. He'd smiled awkwardly at Ron and Hermione as he sat down next to them. Both of them were casting puzzled glances between him and Draco. Harry had just shrugged at them as if to say he didn't know what Malfoy's problem was, then stared straight ahead and waited for class to begin as he ignored the stares he was receiving from Malfoy, Ron, and Hermione.
"No Ron!" Hermione said frustratedly. "It's Contraceptum, not Contraceptum!" Ron was looking at her in confusion as if he didn't see the difference as Hermione continued to lecture him on the importance of correct pronunciation.
Draco snorted as he watched them and whispered to Harry. "I can clearly see who wears the pants in that relationship!"
Harry glared at him. "Why are you talking to me Malfoy?" he asked him icily, and was surprised to see Draco look slightly hurt before he put back on his trademark smirk.
"Never the fuck mind then!" he replied to Harry and went back to practicing his incantation.
Harry just crossed his arms over his chest and stared silently ahead. This class was pointless for him anyway. He was gay, so why did he need to learn contraceptive spells? It's not like he'd be getting Draco pregnant! He started as he realized what he'd just thought. Thinking of getting Draco pregnant meant he'd somehow been thinking of having sex with Draco. He glanced uneasily at the blond boy next to him, but his thoughts on the subject were thankfully interrupted as Professor Douglas demonstrated the female contraceptive charm on herself in front of the students.
"Now I'll need a boy to demonstrate the male charm on," she said looking around at the class until her eyes rested on Harry. "Mr. Potter, will you please come up here so I can demonstrate on you?" she asked him. Harry clenched his jaw, then grumbled an incoherent reply as he got to his feet and made his way to the front of the class. He was in a really sour mood today.
"Contraceptum Testiculum," Professor Douglas said, and made a quick flicking motion with her wand, then pointed it at Harry's groin. Harry felt a slight numbing sensation in his nether regions as the spell hit him.
"Did you feel that Mr. Potter?" she asked him and he nodded dumbly at her as his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. "Good, you'll know if the charm was performed correctly if you feel a brief numbing sensation. You may take your seat now, Mr. Potter. I'd like you all to practice the charm on yourselves and on your partners. I'll be around to help those of you that are having trouble."
"Well Potter, it looks like you won't be getting pregnant any time within the next few hours," Draco said to him teasingly as he took his seat.
Harry glared at him. "Shut up Malfoy! Let's just practice the damned charm!" he said and immediately cast the spell on Draco without warning.
"Oh!" Draco yelped in surprise as the spell hit him. He looked up at Harry and smirked. "Thanks Potter, that actually felt kind of good," he said to him.
Harry decided to ignore that comment and looked away from him, focusing his gaze instead on Draco's lap.
"What are you staring at?" Draco asked in amusement, enjoying the way Harry jumped as he realized he was staring at Draco's crotch. Harry flushed a deep shade of red and looked away.
"Like what you see?" Draco pressed on, and Harry looked at him in horror.
"What the fuck is with you today, Malfoy?"
"Nothing, what's with you? I'm not the one that's acting like a complete arsehole!" he replied scathingly.
Harry clenched his fists. "Fuck you!" he said quietly to Draco.
"You wish," Draco replied smugly, and Harry was barely able to restrain himself from punching Malfoy in the face.
"Stop it!" he said through clenched teeth.
"Stop what?"
"Stop with all the sexual innuendos! You're the one that has the problem Malfoy, not me! Don't act like you don't remember what happened yesterday. You kiss me, then you blame it on me and act all disgusted, like I'm taking advantage of you or something!" he hissed quietly at Draco so that no one else could hear their conversation.
"Oh so that's what this is all about?" Draco asked him. "You're mad because I rejected you, well maybe I've ch–" he was about to say 'changed my mind' but Harry interrupted him.
"Rejected me? Oh come off it Malfoy, you were begging for it!"
Both boys glared at eachother and Draco opened his mouth to reply, but Professor Douglas began talking again. She explained the properties of the potion, then gave them instructions, and set them to work on making it with their partners.
"I was not begging for it!" Malfoy said angrily as they gathered the ingredients for the potion.
"Whatever you say Malfoy," Harry said sarcastically, glad that the tables had turned and he had the upper hand.
"Shut it, Potter!" Draco said warningly.
Harry smirked as he began crushing the ingredients, and Draco warmed the cauldron.
"Gagging for it!" he whispered to Draco and watched in pleasure as the blond's face turned beet red with anger.
"You better shut the fuck up right now or I'll–" began Draco as he threw the ingredients into the potion.
"You'll what? Start snogging me, then pretend that it's all my fault?" Harry asked as he turned up the heat on the potion and it began bubbling violently.
Draco threw in another ingredient as he glared at Harry and opened his mouth to respond, but just then a spark shot out of the cauldron and a purple cloud of smoke erupted from it. The potion began spluttering violently and Harry and Draco both ducked under the desk just in time to avoid being hit by the burning liquid as it erupted over the sides.
"Boys!" cried Professor Douglas as she ran over to their potion and turned off the cauldron, then cast a scourgify to clean up the mess. "What happened?" she asked them as they climbed back out from underneath the table.
"Potter sucks at making potions, that's what happened," Draco replied promptly and cast a superior look at Harry. "Just ask Professor Snape. He'll tell you that Potter couldn't make a potion to save his life."
Harry glared at him.
"Enough!" Professor Douglas said to them. "You'll both have to remake that potion correctly tonight and bring it to class tomorrow. And also, your first session of couples counseling will be tonight after dinner in my office," she said to them and both Harry and Draco groaned. Several other students began to snicker at them and Draco glared around the room defiantly.
They sat in stony silence for the remainder of the class, and as soon as Professor Douglas dismissed them, Harry stalked out of the classroom angrily.
"Harry!" Hermione called after him and ran to catch up to him. Harry glanced at her and Ron, but didn't say anything. He hadn't talked to them since they had left his flat yesterday, but he was glad to see that the awkwardness from the previous day had disappeared.
"What did he say to you?" Hermione pressed him.
"What do you mean?" he asked her.
"You were whispering to eachother during the whole class, and both of you looked about ready to explode," she explained.
"He was just being a stupid arse, like usual," Harry replied to her.
"It's weird though, because he actually seemed to be being nice to you at the beginning of class," Hermione said.
"Yeah, I have no clue what that was about. I'm sure it was just one of his stupid little games," Harry replied.
"You didn't tell us you have to go to couples counseling with him! That's rough, mate," Ron said sympathetically.
"Yeah I know, can you believe it? Couples counseling, with Malfoy!" Harry replied to him in disgust.
"Oh I don't know, maybe it will actually be helpful. You two might actually learn to get along," Hermione said to them with a serious look on her face.
Harry and Ron looked at her like she was nuts and she broke out into a huge grin.
"I'm kidding!" she said to them, and they all laughed as they made their way to their next class.
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Later that evening, Harry yawned sleepily as he entered their flat. Classes were finally over for the day and he was looking forward to taking a short nap before dinner. He'd barely shut the door when he was accosted by Malfoy. Harry yelped as he felt himself being slammed up against the door as the other boy's lips roughly kissed him.
"I've been waiting for you," Draco purred and pressed himself against Harry, making his erection known him.
Harry gasped at the feel of Draco's hard length against him, and his own cock immediately grew hard. "Wha–?" Harry said in confusion and shook his head to clear it and regain control of his thoughts. He pushed Draco away from him and glared at him accusingly. "Oh no you don't, Malfoy! I'm not falling for that again!"
"What are you talking about?" Draco asked him innocently.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You and your little issues. Kissing me one minute, blaming me the next. I don't want any part in your stupid little games!"
"I'm not playing games!" Draco insisted.
"Oh yeah? Then what are you doing? What exactly is it that you want from me, Malfoy?"
Draco scoffed. "Isn't it obvious?" he asked.
Harry folded his arms across his chest. "No."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Do I have to spell everything out for you? I want sex, Potter!"
Harry looked at him in shock. "What? Why?"
"Oh good God, are you that dim? Why do you think? Because I'm fucking horny, why else?"
Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco's bluntness and tried to ignore his growing cock. "Well why me?"
Draco swallowed the urge to say 'because you're bloody hot!' and said instead: "because you're here."
Harry's eyes darted nervously around the room. He couldn't believe something like this was actually happening to him. He had to admit that he was interested, but this was just too weird. "Well um, shouldn't we talk about it first?" he asked Draco.
Draco laughed at that. "No! We're not bloody girls! What do we need to talk about? I've already laid it out for you. I'm horny, I want sex, you're here, so let's do it! What else is there to say? It's not a relationship, I'm not going to be your boyfriend. We don't even have to like each other, which we don't! It's just sex! Nothing more okay?"
Harry found himself nodding to Draco's words. Just sex, he told himself. He could do that. He wanted to do that. He didn't like Draco much as a person, but he had to admit that he was physically attracted to him. So why not? He thought to himself, and that was the last thought he had, because Draco had once again converged on him and was pressing into him. Harry moaned as the other boy ground his hips against his, pressing their erections together through the fabric of their trousers. Draco continued to grind against him as his lips fastened onto Harry's neck and he sucked at the skin there, eliciting another loud moan from Harry's mouth. Draco pulled back and smirked at the reddish mark he'd made on Harry's neck that matched the one on the other side, then he began lapping wetly at it with his tongue.
"You like that, Potter?" Draco asked, then cupped a hand over Harry's erection. Harry groaned out an incoherent response and Draco looked at him, feeling empowered that the almighty Boy Who Lived was putty in his hands at the moment. He teasingly continued to stroke Harry through his trousers, then suddenly stepped back , grinning as Harry let out a protesting moan.
Draco raised an eyebrow at him and waited until Harry opened his eyes and gave him a questioning look. "Undo your trousers," Draco commanded him. Harry looked at him in surprise but quickly began fumbling with his trousers.
Malfoy waited impatiently as Harry fumbled with his buttons. He watched eagerly as Harry finally undid his trousers, and pulled both them and his boxers halfway down his thighs, his cock popping out and slapping back against his abdomen in the process. Draco licked his lips as he stared at Harry's perfect pink cock. It was bigger than average, and Draco shook his head at that. It figures that the bloody Boy Who Lived would have big one. How else could it be? Draco was quite proud of his own cock, but he had to admit that Harry's looked a little bigger than his. Draco finally drew his gaze away from Harry's prick and met his eyes. "Stroke it," he said in the same commanding voice.
Harry gulped and brought his hand down to his cock and lightly began stroking it. He didn't much like being ordered around by Draco in their every day lives, but in this situation he was quite enjoying it. He was now becoming very turned on, and had to look away from Draco's face as he watched him stroke himself, for fear that he might come from the hungry way Draco was looking at him. He gave himself a few more light strokes, then took his hand away, fearing that any more touches would push him over the edge. He smirked at the disappointment on Draco's face.
"Now you, Malfoy," he said to him, and watched as Draco hurriedly undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. This was the first time Harry had seen another man's hard cock besides his own, and Draco's didn't disappoint. Harry stared at it and longed to go over and wrap his hand around it, but he wasn't going to give Malfoy the satisfaction just yet. He looked back up at Malfoy's face and realized that he was waiting for a command.
"Stroke yourself," Harry said to him and watched in satisfaction as Malfoy wrapped his hand around his hard length and began stroking himself. Harry was enjoying this game very much. His cock twitched insistently, begging to be touched, but he didn't dare to. He didn't want to come before Draco had a chance to touch him.
Draco stroked and squeezed himself as he casually made his way back to Harry. He paused a moment in front of him, before pressing his erection into Harry's and rubbing it slowly against his. Harry bit down hard on his lip, desperately trying to keep from coming, and Malfoy observed the whole thing with fascination. It was becoming apparent to Draco that Harry was most likely a virgin. This actually surprised him a bit. Draco himself had very little experience, but didn't Harry know that he could have his pick of any of the girls or gay guys at Hogwarts? Apparently not!
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and snaked his hands up his shirt and began running his fingers up and down Harry's back. He pressed his erection more firmly into Harry's and continued to thrust slowly against him. Harry was now panting heavily and Draco leaned in and whispered in his ear. "What do you want me to do?"
Harry inhaled sharply and croaked out "touch me."
Draco smirked and slowly reached his hand down and wrapped it around Harry's erection, then slowly began to move his hand up and down the burning flesh. "Like this?" he asked.
Harry nodded and clenched his jaw, marveling at how different and wonderful it felt to have a hand other than his own stroking him. He realized that he wouldn't be able to last much longer, but he still encouraged Malfoy by telling him to go faster. Draco obliged and squeezed his hand tightly around Harry and began pumping his cock quickly. It didn't take many strokes like that before Harry was crying out, and Draco felt the hot liquid spurting out of his cock and onto his hand. Harry slumped forward onto him, his head resting on his shoulder as the waves of pleasure washed over him. Draco continued to stroke Harry's cock, milking the rest of the come out until he felt it begin to soften in his hand, then he let go and watched as Harry sank down to the floor. Draco sat down next to him and watched as Harry recovered from his orgasm.
"That was brilliant," he said to Draco through heavy breaths, and Draco couldn't help but grin at the compliment. He reached for his wand and cleaned up Harry's trousers and his hand, then leaned his head back against the wall. His own erection was throbbing painfully and he hoped he wouldn't have to actually ask Harry to finish him off. He didn't have to worry about it though, because at that moment he felt Harry's hand close tentatively around his cock.
Draco hissed. "Oh yeah," he said as Harry's hand wrapped more tightly and began to move up and down his length. Harry, who had been a bit nervous at first, drew confidence from the encouraging sounds Draco was making and decided that this wasn't much different from pleasuring himself. He swiped his thumb up and over the head of Draco's prick, spreading the pre-come down the length as he continued work Draco's erection. Harry could tell by the look on Draco's face, and the way his body tensed up and his balls tightened that he was extremely close to coming, so he wasn't at all surprised when Draco said "fuck, I'm close." Harry just squeezed his fist even tighter and began pumping at Draco vigorously until he was rewarded with the site of the white come shooting into the air and landing on his hand and Draco's shirt. Draco's eyes rolled back into his head and closed and he slumped against the wall. Harry continued to lazily rub Draco's cock, until the other boy finally pushed his hand away. While Draco's eyes were closed as he recovered from his orgasm, Harry took the opportunity to study his face. Draco looked completely relaxed and at peace, a look of pure bliss on his face, and Harry decided he had never seen Malfoy look so good as he did just then.
Eventually Draco's eyes opened and met his. "You give a bloody good handjob for your first time," he said to Harry.
"Thanks," Harry replied. "I just did what I know feels good on me," he paused as he fully comprehended Draco's words. "Hey wait a minute, how did you know I was a virgin?" he asked indignantly.
Draco shook his head and smirked. "It's not hard to spot a virgin, Potter. Nervousness, awkwardness, coming fairly quickly. All those things kind of tipped me off," he said smugly.
"Oh so I was that obvious, was I?" Harry asked and crossed his arms over his chest, his green eyes blazing.
Draco sighed. "Cool it, Potter. I meant it as a compliment. It was a bloody fantastic handjob," he said to the dark haired boy.
"Oh," Harry said and visibly relaxed.
"And... I wasn't entirely sure that you were a virgin. Though I am now that you've admitted it!" he said with a triumphant smile.
Harry glowered at him.
"Lighten up Potter! The way I see it, you're lack of experience is your own fault. I mean, I'm sure Cho would've let you bang her. And probably even the little She-Weasel," he said tauntingly.
Harry's face turned pale as the disturbing images of having sex with Cho and Ginny flashed through his mind. "Don't be disgusting Malfoy. Ginny's like a sister to me! And Cho, she's just...," he didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was still pretty clear. "Besides, have you ever thought that maybe I've been a little busy with saving the wizarding world and thwarting attempts on my life by Voldemort and the Death Eaters to have much time to worry about my sex life?"
"Touche," Draco muttered and wondered why in the world he'd started this conversation with Potter. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of them, then Harry exclaimed "shit!"
Draco gave him a questioning look, but Harry had taken out his wand and was busying himself with cleaning up his hand and Draco's shirt. He tucked his flaccid cock back into his trousers and attempted to straighten up his clothes and hair, then hurriedly opened the door.
"Dinner's almost over!" he said to Draco. "We're going to have meet Professor Douglas for couples counseling soon!" Harry's activities with Malfoy had made him extremely hungry and he wasn't about to miss dinner.
Draco glanced in surprise at the clock. Where had the time gone?
"Um... see you there," he said to Draco a bit awkwardly, then slammed the door behind him.
Draco blinked at the door after Harry had left. He briefly considered skipping dinner so he could fully ponder what had just happened between him and Potter, but his stomach gave a protesting growl. He sighed and smoothed back his hair and straightened out his shirt, then slowly made his way to the Great Hall.