Captivation
Chapter 3: Harry's First Orgasm
Mr. Weasley had been correct—the Quidditch field was three times the size of the one at Hogwarts. It was practically as big as the one at the championships. Harry gawked in awe as he walked alongside Tavis, Liam, Ambreen and some other students. In the center of the field was the container that held the snitch, bludgers and the quaffle. The field was crowded with students who wanted to try-out. It would probably take half the day for try-outs. Harry spotted Malfoy standing near a group of people looking grim. Perhaps he was worried he wouldn't make the team, Harry wasn't sure. He tried to keep his eyes away from the blond. Every time he saw Malfoy he immediately flushed thinking of the kiss and being naked in front of him. He really didn't want to know if Malfoy had any snide comments in store for him.
Try-outs began and Harry got in line behind Tavis and Liam. While they watched others perform Tavis explained to Harry that the woman way up front in the long silver robe was the captain. She had long, wavy blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She was strict, but extremely talented at teaching Quidditch. She apparently was also a teacher there (she taught Strategic Quidditch Skill). From what was explained to him, Harry was to tell the captain which position he wanted to try out for. Then apparently she would time the person trying out and see how quickly and efficiently they performed.
Tavis was trying out for the Beater position. He flew up high on his Cleansweeper and the bludgers were released. The captain then blew her whistle and timed him. He was playing against a couple of others trying out for Beater position as well. As Harry watched, he noticed Tavis had very good form when dodging and speeding up at the right time to hit the bludger. Each person only got five minutes, but they wanted to try and be as fast as possible.
"Next," the captain said as Tavis flew down.
Harry walked up to her and she nodded. "My name's Captain Murdoch, but you can call me Mariabella if you like. Your name?"
"Harry Potter," he stated softly.
Mariabella nodded politely like she did with everyone else. "What position are you trying for Mr. Potter?"
"Harry," he offered. "And Seeker position."
"Alright, Seeker position!" she announced and two students flew up into the air. Harry was incredibly thankful that Malfoy wasn't one of the students he had to go up against.
"Excuse me ma'am, but is it cheating to use my new broom?" Harry questioned.
"Oh no, that's fine. New brooms are probably safer to use anyway," she smiled.
Harry smiled in response as the excitement grew in the pit of his stomach. He held up his wand to call for it. It literally had only been a few seconds later when something came whizzing smoothly in the air straight toward him. If Harry hadn't turned his head, it would've collided with him. He managed to jump up in time and grabbed the handle. The broom was so fluid and had such a great velocity that he was high in the air in less than two seconds. It was easy to stop as well as speed up; it required hardly any movement of his body.
"Bloody hell!" some students gasped.
Mariabella blew her whistle and the snitch was released. It disappeared into the sky and already one of the students flew toward it. Harry had it in his hands in less than ten seconds. Cheering came from below and Harry swooped down, feeling more pride than he had at Hogwarts. His broom was absolutely perfect. Mariabella gave him a smile and then the next person went.
"Harry, that was incredible! I couldn't even see you!" Tavis exclaimed.
"What kind of broom is that?" another girl asked.
"It's the Volare3000 imported from Italy," Harry said proudly.
Liam came up to it and whistled. "Whoa, it's a beauty."
"Potter!"
Harry inwardly groaned and turned to see Malfoy stomping toward him. "You cheated! That broom is the edition that isn't coming out until the winter! I know because I wanted to pre-pay for it! You must've stolen it!"
The blond approached him and stood with crossed arms glaring at him and the broom.
"Malfoy," Harry said darkly, "there was one of these down at Diagon Alley in the broom shop: Broomsville. It's not my fault you still only shop in Knockturn Alley. Of course it was the only one right now until they're all released near Christmas so it was outrageously expensive, but you could've afforded it. It just so happens I got there first, that's all."
"Oh really Potter?" Malfoy drawled. "I don't always shop at Knockturn Alley, not if I hear about good deals in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade and I didn't hear about one of those being for sale!"
"Well of course not! I had to bargain with the man!" Harry snapped. "I saw it in the store and asked him if it was, normally they wouldn't be but I offered him a hefty amount. And anyway, of course it wouldn't be advertised otherwise everyone would be fighting to get to it!"
Malfoy's eyes narrowed. He licked his lips slowly, pursing them. "I bet all you had to do was state your name and it was yours."
Harry felt his jaw clench and he narrowed his eyes, taking a step toward the blond until they were within five feet. "That's not true. I paid a lot for it. In fact, he wasn't going to give it to me at first until I told him I had applied to this school. Perhaps he went here or maybe he admires the school, I don't know. Either way, you could've easily persuaded him as well! So don't get mad at me!"
The blond scowled darkly, wanting to say something else by the way his eyebrows were furrowed. Suddenly, his lips curled widely and he tilted his head, looking smug.
"Well Potter, don't think that broom's going to get you into the professional league faster. They don't look at just speed but form, performance and teamwork. It just so happens my father had kept in touch with an old acquaintance who just so happens to be a referee at the championships and told my father he'd contacted a professional Quidditch captain for me."
Harry wanted to roll his eyes but he just crossed his arms. "That's great Malfoy. But don't think your father's contacts are going to help you get onto the league easier. After all, they look for more than just contacts, they look for form, performance and teamwork," he shot back rather coldly.
Suddenly, Malfoy approached him quickly until they were nearly nose-to-nose. Harry breathed in the unique scent of his cologne again, unable to trace the mildly sweet odor.
"Don't mock me Potter," he seethed through his teeth.
The wind blew his blond bangs across his forehead, ghosting over his eyes. The silver-blue eyes were narrowed and dilated with anger.
"We wouldn't want word to slip out about your more daring side, now would we?" his lips curled into a smirk.
Harry felt his stomach flip. "If you're referring to the party, Malfoy, it's completely normal. Everyone goes to parties, everyone gets drunk and everyone does stupid things and laughs about it later. No one's going to care if you try and humiliate me because it's no big deal. I'm sure you've done similar things."
"Malfoy, come on!" a voice interrupted. Nicholas was urging him over since it was almost their turn.
The blond turned his head back toward Harry and took a step forward, leaning in toward Harry's ear.
"It takes pure talent to ride a broom like that Potter. Just remember that."
Malfoy wheeled around on his heel and went back to the line. Harry just glared at his retreating back, wishing that he had punched him or strangled him or done something other than stand there while silently fuming. Tavis had definitely underestimated him; he wasn't sometimes a prick, he was always a prick! Harry turned his back on the others performing try-outs so that he wouldn't have to look at Malfoy. As he headed back to the group, Liam raised his eyebrows.
"Everything alright. You two looked a little hostile or something."
"It's fine, Malfoy's just being a prick like always," Harry spat darkly. "He's just envious I got this broom first. And yet ironically when I was at Hogwarts with him, his father bought his whole team the newest edition of brooms and my team was left with the old ones."
Tavis nodded then shrugged. "It happens with rich people. My parents offer to pay for loads of things for me. Sometimes I take it and other times I like earning things. From what I know about Draco, his family's the richest pure-blooded one in the world."
"That's not saying much," Harry countered angrily. "There are hardly any pure-bloods left in the world."
"True but he's still filthy rich," Liam pointed out. "He's probably used to getting the newest items when they first come out."
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his sweaty bangs. "Yeah, I guess. Can we just not talk about him anymore?"
Tavis grinned and patted him on the back. "Sure. You can forget all about him at the party tonight. Ambreen's hoping you'll strip again."
Harry shook his head and laughed. "Sorry, but I'm going to watch how much I drink tonight. How come one of you guys can't strip?"
"Because Potter, you've got more balls than us when you're drunk," Liam teased, nudging him. "You at least have to play Entranced or Cursed again. It's fun with a couple girls too and Ambreen says she and Dahlia will play this time. If we can get a huge group together it'll be loads of fun!"
"We'll see, I might just take it easy tonight since classes start tomorrow," Harry gave them an apologetic grin. "But we have the whole year and many more parties so I'm sure I'll humiliate myself again."
Both Liam and Tavis laughed aloud at this.
"You should be thankful though," Tavis said. "Some boys are even more humiliated when asked to strip because they have erections."
"Err, really?" Harry asked.
"Oh yeah! It's probably mostly due to the alcohol. Sometimes the intoxication just makes their body's react, you know? Just like when you can't control a morning erection," Liam stated. "I know I've gotten an erection from drinking before."
Harry nodded, relieved. It would've been absolutely unbearable if he had been aroused in front of Malfoy. After having calmed down since the argument between him and Malfoy, Harry was able to watch the rest of try-outs. He had missed Draco's performance (not that he cared) and he watched most everyone else's until it was time for dinner. Dinner was rather quick since most students were looking forward to the party afterward. Harry was rather nervous since it was said that the students had been chosen for the team and a list would be posted at the end of dinner.
"You look like you're going to be sick, Harry," Tavis said during dinner.
Harry shrugged. "Guess I'm just nervous."
"Well don't be. If you don't get on the team this year you can try for next year. After all, you'll be here for four years."
Nodding, Harry forced a smile not wanting to explain to him how much it meant to him since he was certain it meant a great deal to everyone. Still, a part of him wanted to be selfish—wanted to say that he had suffered greatly in his short life already, not being able to enjoy much of anything like Quidditch, or dating or parties or just life in general. The more arrogant side of him thought he really deserved it more than just anyone there. He knew everyone there had talent or they wouldn't have been accepted, which is what he tried telling himself. But he was human and everyone felt selfishly once in a while.
After dinner, Tavis offered to go check on the list and Harry waited anxiously back in their common room. He felt too sick to his stomach to take a look for himself. Although he had a fantastic broom, Malfoy was right. It was more than the broom that was being judged. And he had caught the snitch so fast that he couldn't remember if his form was good or anything. It was just an old habit; he was used to see the floating golden speck and reaching out for it like at Hogwarts.
Tavis came back in chatting with others in their common room and Harry nervously approached him. Gesturing toward the chair he waited for Harry to sit down before he bent down on one knee. Harry was actually more afraid he'd suddenly propose. Tavis touched Harry's hand gently looking up at him apologetically and Harry felt his stomach drop like a bar of lead.
"You're the team's new Seeker."
"Bloody hell!" Harry shouted, jumping up. "You prat! Don't scare me like that!"
Tavis grinned cheekily, patting him on the shoulder in congratulations. Harry, incredible ecstatic and relieved, embraced him without warning.
"Wow, you're in a good mood," Tavis said, rubbing his back.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, quickly pulling away. "What about you?"
"Sadly no," Tavis smiled. "But I was on the team last year so it doesn't bother me much."
Harry still gave him an apologetic look but Tavis just waved it away. "Come on, let's get ready for that party!"
"When does it start?"
"At ten and it's going to be in the Onyx Common Room here on the fifth floor. A lot more people are coming to this one," Tavis winked.
"I hope Malfoy won't be there," Harry stated bitterly.
Tavis' eyebrows rose in amusement. "Well, he probably will especially since he got on the team too."
Harry felt his throat tighten. "He did? As what?"
"Not sure, I didn't look up his name. Anyway, try not to let him get to you. I'm going to go get ready!"
He gave Harry a wave and dashed up to his room. Sighing heavily, Harry headed up to his room as well. Sifting through his clothes, he found a pair of nicely fitting (yet comfortable) grey sweatpants and a black tank top. When he came back down fifteen minutes later (after putting some of the magical gel in his hair to tame it), Tavis was already standing there waiting. He had on very tight, holey jeans and a see through shirt that covered hardly anything.
Harry raised his eyebrows as he approached him. "Planning on meeting some girls?"
"I plan on getting laid," he smirked. "Come on, it's already ten and we don't want to miss the good stuff!"
As they walked out the common room toward another, Harry asked something that had been on his mind lately.
"Are parties allowed?"
Tavis glanced at him. "You mean does Niall know about them? I'm sure he does. As long as they don't get really out of hand none of the teachers get involved. Besides, we cast silencing spells just in case. The hall patrols usually stop patrolling after midnight and it's not like they'd punish you if they caught you in the halls after hours. They'd just tell you to get back to your room."
"Wow, it's pretty lenient here," Harry voiced.
"Sometimes," Tavis shrugged. "For the most part, as long as you keep up with your studies, you won't get in trouble for anything. Here it is!"
The two of them entered into the Onyx Common Room and Harry saw that it was just like the others—only the room had been expanded for the party and more black leather couches had been added. The carpet was even black with some silver designs in it (mainly the crest of the school). And the floating lights above him were so dim it was almost like they walked into a secret meeting of some sort. Music was playing from somewhere, Harry wasn't sure from where and it had a soft base. It was good dancing music. Although he had never been to a muggle club before, he'd assume this was a bit similar. Near the fireplace where two black leather couches sat, there was a table full of food and drinks.
Already there were at least fifty students there dancing, drinking and chatting away. Both Tavis and Harry were greeted by some students.
"Let's go get some drinks," Tavis said.
Harry nodded and immediately went for the butterbeer drinks (though he was going to be careful this time). Tavis took a different bottle and grinned.
"This stuff's pretty strong. It's got a heck of a lot of Firewhiskey in it plus what they call Lethal Violium."
"What's that?" Harry asked, speaking up because of the music and chatter.
"Violium is a type of plant that is actually carnivorous. But it's famous for its sweet fruit, if you can get past the snapping plant-jaws. It makes for a great alcoholic drink. Just the fruit by itself is too bitter though, so they mix it in with Firewhiskey and it adds nice flavor. You can hardly taste the bitterness. And you get drunk quickly," he winked. "Want a sip?"
"Just one," Harry said, taking the bottle.
The liquid streamed down his throat leaving what felt like fire in its path. It made his eyes water but once it got down past his throat filled him with an intense wave of warmth, much stronger than the butterbeer. It wasn't that it was bitter, but it was strong, especially for someone like Harry who wasn't used to alcohol.
"Good stuff, huh?"
"Yeah," Harry blinked a couple times. "Strong though."
Tavis just laughed and patted him on the arm. "Alright, well I'm off to go flirt like hell. Don't get yourself into trouble now."
Grinning, Harry just shook his head and watched as Tavis disappeared into the crowd. For a few minutes, Harry hung by the table munching on snacks and enjoying his butterbeer. He felt extremely content now, knowing he had made the team. He felt proud and decided he'd write a letter to Ron that night to tell him the good news.
"Hey Potter!"
Harry turned to see Blake grinning at him, dressed in a nice white blouse and black pants with silver stripes down the sides. Harry was beginning to wonder if there was some sort of you-have-to-wear-silver code since everyone seemed to be wearing the color. He guessed probably because the school robe was silver that it was the school's color (or perhaps one of them) just like Gryffindor was gold and scarlet.
" 'Lo," Harry greeted.
"I heard they're planning Entranced or Cursed again. Gonna play?" he asked.
"Probably not tonight," Harry smiled. "But I'll watch you all make fools of yourself."
"Haha!" Blake laughed, throwing an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Congrats on makin' the team, by the way. Malfoy was thrilled."
Trying not to show that the mention of Malfoy was ruining the good mood, Harry just smiled. "What a surprise."
"I told everyone back at our common room you've got a body worth competing with," Blake continued, much to Harry's discomfort. "Malfoy seemed to disagree."
Harry felt his blood boil. "Really? What did he say?"
"Said that you weren't as skinny as when you were at Hogwarts but that you could afford to put on some more muscle. I said you looked fine the way you are, since some guys don't look so good with too much muscle."
His stomach tightened uncomfortably and Harry felt his breathing become shallow. "Did he say anything else?"
He wasn't for the life of him going to specifically ask: Did Malfoy say anything about my penis? So he just stared at him calmly hoping he'd reveal something.
Blake stood in thought then shook his head. "Not really. He said he could've done a better strip show. That was it. It sounds like you two haven't gotten along in the past. Who knows, he may have had an erection and just didn't want to admit it," Blake smirked. "After all, I did."
Harry felt his mouth become paralyzed as he stared up at him speechless. Blake winked then removed his arm and walked away before Harry could even think to say anything. The room suddenly felt a little too hot and he decided to go sit down on the couch. It wasn't like he minded anyone being gay, but if Blake had a crush on him he wasn't sure how to handle that. He was pretty sure he wasn't gay…or at least that's what he assumed. He hadn't had time to experiment and Ginny didn't really count (since he hadn't enjoyed being intimate with her). What if he was gay?
Sighing, Harry shrugged it off. There were many gays around, just like Seamus had been, so it wouldn't be the end of the world. Even if he was, he wasn't sure he liked Blake in that way. His muscles relaxed in the comfortable chair and Harry decided he'd take it easy that night. Taking a sip of his drink, he propped his feet up and lay down. Thinking about his classes the next day made him nervous anyway. Although Tavis had offered to show him where his classes were, that didn't help much for his nerves.
He didn't know how long he was calmly watching the flames of the fireplace flicker and listened to the music (while leisurely sipping his drink). However long it had been, his dream-like relaxation was ruined by a familiar voice.
"There you are Potter!"
Harry sat up and turned his head, staring at Malfoy. The blond was dressed in casual black jeans and a silky gold shirt. Harry swore he dressed up just to show off how wealthy he was.
"Go away, Malfoy," Harry glared.
"Don't fuck with me Potter!" Malfoy hissed.
Harry turned around in surprise. He hadn't ever heard Malfoy swear so violently. It was then he realized that the blond wasn't standing very steady. Getting up off the couch, Harry stood up and only took a few steps forward.
"What do you want?" Harry spat angrily.
"You think you can fool everyone else, don't you?" Malfoy hissed venomously. "But not me Potter!"
"What are you talking about?" Harry countered hotly.
"Your 'recious broom!" Malfoy stepped forward, slurring a bit. "That stupid broom of yours! The one that I was going to get as soon as I could order it! You stole my position with it, Potter! Just because of your goddamn fame!"
"I told you it wasn't because of my name! I paid for it fairly! Are you deaf or just dense?!" Harry snapped.
He was thankful that the music was loud enough to block out their ranting. Everyone else seemed to be on the other side of the room dancing and drinking as well. He was glad because he didn't want to draw attention.
Malfoy scowled and made a low sound in his throat. His fair-skinned face flushed red.
"And anyway, you got onto the team Malfoy! Out of all those students you were chosen too, so why are you complaining?"
"I'm a bloody Chaser, Potter!" Malfoy shouted, gesturing angrily with his hands. "That Seeker position was supposed to be mine!"
"Everyone on the team is just as important as everyone else! There's nothing wrong with Chasers!" Harry yelled back. "You're just a spoiled brat!"
That did it. Malfoy unexpectedly lunged at him and Harry, being unprepared, could only try and step backward. Unfortunately, the back of his legs met with the couch so he was unable to go anywhere so he was stunned when Malfoy suddenly grabbed at his throat. Unfortunately, due to Malfoy's drunken state, he wasn't very coordinated and as he lunged he lost balance. His hands missed Harry's throat and he crashed into him instead.
Harry yelped as he fell backward, unable to catch or stop him. The two of them landed ungracefully on the couch with Malfoy on sprawled uncomfortably on top of him. Harry hit the arm of the couch with his head and winced, grateful that it was a leather couch. Malfoy's face was facing down between the armrest and just above Harry's shoulder.
A low groan sounded and Harry realized it had come from Malfoy. Glancing at the blond, who had him pinned beneath him, he wondered if perhaps Malfoy had hit his head to. It was only until Harry tried to move his legs to get Malfoy off of him did he realize the source of the groan. Harry's heart jumped in his throat and he felt his face and neck flush red. Because of the way they fell, Harry's knee had become lodged between Draco's legs. And there was a suspiciously hard feeling against his knee and he was quite sure it wasn't Malfoy's wand.
"Malfoy get off!" Harry exclaimed desperately, trying to lift the blond who had suddenly become lax.
In trying to move the blond, his knee shifted and a low moan tore out of the blond's mouth as Harry's knee accidentally pushed against the growing erection. He remembered what Tavis and Liam had said about getting erections from drinking and wondered if perhaps that's what happened.
"Draco?" Harry prodded, pushing at the blond's shoulders.
The blond made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. He was completely out of it. Harry had noticed by the way he was swaying a bit that he was probably wasted, but he didn't think it was that bad. It seemed that Malfoy couldn't even lift himself up and he was really heavy when his muscles were completely lax. Harry felt his stomach squirm uncomfortably. He didn't want someone to walk by and see them like this; they'd get the wrong impression.
Harry gripped his arms about where his biceps were and tried to heave him up. Malfoy grunted and shifted slightly. Suddenly he groaned loudly right by Harry's ear and without warning thrust his hips against Harry's knee. Harry's face completely drained of color, feeling his heart just about stop in his chest. Malfoy grunted again and moved his hips, rubbing against his knee once again. Harry was suddenly frozen in shock. Was Malfoy trying to get off by rubbing against his knee?
"Malfoy," Harry protested weakly, hoping the blond would come to his senses.
He tried to move him once more and suddenly Malfoy moved one of his legs. Harry thought perhaps he was finally going to get off him until the leg shoved up into his crotch.
"BLOODY HELL!" Harry shouted in reaction, turning red from embarrassment.
Malfoy didn't even seem to notice for he suddenly moved his hips again. The blond groaned softly making some noises here and there.
"Malfoy! Get your leg out," Harry clenched his jaw.
Through his sweatpants his penis was easily pushed against by Malfoy's knee. Thankfully it hadn't shoved up hard enough to cause him pain, but it was making him very uncomfortable. As the blond rocked his hips gently, the knee that was pressed up against Harry's groin moved.
Oh fuck! No…No, no, no!
Harry realized to his embarrassment and horror that he was starting to become aroused. Perhaps it was because of the small amount of alcohol he had drunk. He was certain if he had been completely sober that his body would not be reacting this way. Harry tried to squirm out from beneath the blond and was suddenly overwhelmed as his penis was rubbed harshly against the knee.
A loud groan responded and Harry bit his lip, realizing it had come from his own mouth. Glancing around in a panic, he realized luckily no one was around them. Malfoy moved his hips again rather harshly, which in turn made his knee rock against Harry's crotch over and over. Harry bit his lip hard trying not to release any noises. His body was reacting quickly and his erection was growing. Harry remained still, not knowing what to do as the blond continued to rock forward then back. Soon, Draco let out a breathless groan and Harry could feel his legs trembling slightly. Then his body went completely lax. Harry figured Malfoy had orgasmed or something though his knee remained between Harry's legs. Harry breathed heavily and tried to move again.
"God!" Harry hissed, arching his back out of reaction.
The slightest movement, since Draco's leg remained against his hardening erection, created friction that caused him to become even more aroused. Harry tried to move again to get the blond's leg away from his crotch and hissed as he felt pain mixed with the new sensation. He was so aroused that now his engorged penis was aching. He didn't know what to do. Even when Ginny had forced him into a blow job and pulled out his reluctant erection, he hadn't been half as aroused as he was now.
Every time he even shifted in the slightest it made his whole body quiver. It was like he was completely helpless. Now he understood what other boys his age felt. What the hell was he supposed to do? Even if he found a way from under Draco, his erection would be noticeable through his sweatpants. He could always run out of the common room and back to his room, but if it even hurt to move slowly he probably wouldn't be able to run.
He could feel Draco's warm breath against his neck and Harry licked his dry lips. The blond still didn't realize he was on top of him or that he had apparently gotten off on him so perhaps he wouldn't remember anything.
Why does this have to happen to me?
Biting down on his lip again, Harry tried shoving Draco gently. The blond murmured something inaudible and suddenly shifted.
"Ughn…God…," Harry hissed as Draco's knee rubbed against his sensitive crotch.
Out of reaction, Harry rolled his hips upward and let out a loud, deep groan. His eyes shut automatically. The pleasure was unbelievable—there were shivers crawling up his spine and his stomach was all jittery and excited. Harry had no comprehension of what he was doing as he unconsciously moved his hips slowly.
"Oh God!" Harry breathed, arching his back again.
As his erection grew more painful the friction caused even more intense sparks of pleasure. Harry suddenly shifted beneath Draco, trying to spread his legs even wider as he thrust up without thinking. His body just reacted and continued rubbing against Draco's knee as the pleasure began to grow. Harry was in so much pain and pleasure that he could hardly breathe. He grunted loudly and moaned as he tried to find some sort of relief. Harry was so out of it, his free hand suddenly came up and grabbed at the shirt above him as his erection grew so painfully he thought he would burst. His sudden touch on Draco's shirt caused the blond to shift and the knee between his legs jerked upward, pushing harshly against the soft sensitive sacs beneath his swollen cock.
Harry gasped loudly letting out a deep groan and arched up even as his head tilted back against the armrest. It was as if sharp, pleasurable tingles shot up all through his body. He orgasmed hard and long even as his breathing became shallow. His release covered his boxers and dripped down his thighs. Harry's euphoric trance was broken when a painful moan echoed by his ear.
His eyes shot open and Harry blinked through his daze. He tilted his head quickly and saw Draco's face resting by his neck. The blond's eyes were closed and his eyebrows were furrowed. Malfoy's mouth also was twisted in a way that made it look like he was in pain. His disheveled blond bangs stuck to his forehead from perspiration and Harry was suddenly aware of what he had just done.
Shit! Oh shit, I just…God, if Draco wakes up he could figure out what happened!
In a panic, Harry shoved Malfoy fairly hard, pushing his chest and face away from him. The blond groaned loudly again sounding in pain but Harry didn't care. He could not be found with Draco on top of him and wet stains leaking through his sweatpants. Cursing, Harry fumbled for his wand and muttered a cleaning spell on his self. He didn't bother with Draco since nothing was noticeable through his dark pants anyway.
Voices sounded nearby and Harry's head shot up immediately. In a hurry, he desperately moved the blond so that the knee between his legs was removed. Shoving Draco roughly, Harry squeezed out from under him, nearly falling over the couch and suddenly flung himself to the other side just as Tavis and another guy appeared.
"There you are Harry," Tavis said. "Were you resting?"
Harry's heart was beating furiously. To his relief, he had jumped to the other side of the couch from Malfoy just in time for it must've looked like he had been resting.
"Er, yeah, I'm a bit tired," he lied. "Malfoy doesn't look so good."
Tavis glanced at the blond who suddenly moaned loudly. With his eyes still shut and a painful expression on his face, Malfoy suddenly lolled his head over the side of the couch and vomited.
"Geez, he's pretty gone," the other boy commented.
Harry remembered him from the try-outs and recalled that his name was Myron Goshawk, the son of Miranda Goshawk who was a famous author in the wizard world (from what Hermione said she had written a book titled Standard Book of Spells).
"I'll get Blake to take him back to their room," Tavis said.
"Er, thanks, I would help but I'm not feeling so well myself. I think I'm going to go back to the room," Harry said, feigning a tired look.
"You do look exhausted mate," Myron commented with a nod.
"Go on ahead, Harry. Hope you don't mind that I'm going to stay a little longer," Tavis said.
Harry waved it away quickly. "I don't mind; stay as long as you like."
Tavis nodded. "Now where did Blake run off to?"
"I think he's watching the Entranced or Cursed game," Myron said, jerking his head in the direction.
Harry slowly got off the couch, glancing at Malfoy who had his head rested against the armchair and still had his eyes shut. He nodded to Myron who gave him a small wave. As Harry headed for the door, he saw Blake being led by Tavis toward the couch. He slipped out and rushed back toward the Gold Common Room and up to his room. There he shut his door firmly and slumped onto his bed.
For a few minutes he stared up at the ceiling, wishing that it had all been a nightmare. He knew it had happened though. Malfoy had tried starting a fight but was too drunk, fell on top of Harry in a very conspicuous position and started rubbing himself against Harry's knee soon causing Harry's slightly intoxicated mind to produce an erection…
"I can't believe I had an orgasm in Malfoy's presence!" Harry groaned, mentally praying that Draco wouldn't remember a thing.
"First he's dared to kiss me then I take off my clothes in front of him and now this! This is worse than what happened between us at Hogwarts! If he remembers anything I'll never be able to show my face in public again!"
Rolling over onto his stomach, Harry groaned into his pillow. He was now regretting his wish to be a normal boy. If only he could be a normal boy without hormones. Now from all the years of his hormones lying dormant, they decided to spring to life all at once. It was not only confusing him and filling him with foreign emotions that he didn't know how to handle, but it was embarrassing too.
He didn't want the others to know he was a virgin or that he had never masturbated…and God forbid if they found out his first orgasm was from rubbing against Malfoy's knee! No…if he ever was going to play Entranced or Cursed again he was never going to choose entranced. If they asked about a dark secret and he spilled that, especially if Malfoy was present, he would have to kill himself or live the rest of his life as a social outcast. Why was this happening? Now he understood why it was hard for boys to control their desires. It was mind-controlling—like everything else was forgotten except trying to soothe the aching desire.
Groaning loudly, Harry swung his covers over his head and tried to go to sleep. Although it was only 11:45 at night he wanted to forget the whole thing. And hopefully by tomorrow things would go back to normal and he could pretend it never happened.
TO BE CONTINUED…
To Reviewers:
Fudgebaby: Thank you!!!
HalaSelene: Thank you! Oh, I'm so glad you like my characterization of Malfoy! I like him being stubborn. :-)
Meka: Lol! Yeah, poor Harry for not being experienced with partying. I'm so cruel to him. Hehehee! Sorry the try-out scene with Harry wasn't as long as you might've hoped. There will be Quidditch matches in this though! Look forward to that!
Hee-chan2: Aw, thanks! Don't worry, I'm sure it's already obvious who's dominant. :-)
Dragenphly: Yay! I'm so glad you like it! Yes, I'm trying to keep everyone anticipating more, especially the building passion between Harry and Draco. Don't worry, I'm trying to update every 1-3 days. So far, I've been keeping on top of it! Oh, no, no, you don't have to worry about an angsty Harry. I HATE angst…even though it's realistic. Not to say that Harry won't have his ups and downs, but no depressing stuff or anything.
Walking Through Shadows: Thank you!! I'm so glad you like it thus far!
Lollylover: Yay! I'm glad you liked it! Let me know what you think about this chapter:-)
The Earth Mystic: Yeah sorry it's not really in Draco's POV. I might put him in at some point, but really I like it being seen through Harry's eyes. That way everyone has to try and figure out what Draco's thinking. Don't worry though, I won't make it hard to decipher. :-) Thanks!
Inner Self: Thanks so much! Oh, I have a lot of time on my hands recently. :-) That and it's such a fresh idea that it's all coming to the surface. I really hope I keep it up!
Redmeadow: Understandable! Trust me, I love slash WAY better too. But girls have to be in here because it's not an all-boys school, unfortunately. They're there for a reason though. Oh yes, I'm sure everyone at first was like NO, I don't want Harry with Ginny, lol! But since in the sixth book J.K. Rowling apparently puts Harry with her, I decided to use that but put what I really think Harry feels in it. I'm not a big fan of Ginny, if you can't tell. :-)