The next day Harry was sitting in Charms classroom, trying desperately not to move. Flitwick had already warned him twice to calm down and sit quietly, but Harry couldn't help squirming in his seat. His butt was aching so much from yesterday's treatment that he let out tiny pitiful noises every time his bum brushed against any surface. And the chairs in Charms classroom were not the most comfortable ones.
This continued during latter classes and lunch. At the meal he got weird looks from his friends and Ron asked him if he was alright because he "was acting strange". He managed to dodge the question, desperately trying to sit still till the rest of the lunch.
In the afternoon he found himself in Transfiguration classroom. The moment he sat down at his desk next to Hermione and Ron, he knew the pattern from previous classes will repeat over and over again. He clenched his teeth and let out a quiet whimper whenever he felt the burn. McGonagall had already paused the lecture twice to send him a warning look. Bloody hell. His arse cheeks were so sore. And it was all Malfoy's fault. Damn that bastard.
He turned his head slightly to the left and found the blond on the other side of the class. He was sitting next to his two idiotic bodyguards and Zabini. As if he felt someone's eyes on him, Malfoy looked up and saw Harry staring at him with a torturous gaze. The Slytherin smirked under his nose and murmured something so quietly that even his friends didn't hear him.
Right then Harry felt his chair move a bit and brush against his buttocks, sending a wave of pain through him. He let out a sharp hiss and jumped in his seat, which caused McGonagall to throw an angry look in his direction.
"Mr. Potter, if you are not capable of sitting still and quiet for an hour then perhaps you should leave my classroom" she said and the whole class looked at Harry.
"Um…I-I'm sorry, professor. It was the last time" he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red.
"I should hope so" she gave him one last warning look and turned to the class, continuing her lecture.
Harry did everything in his power to stay quiet till the end of the class, biting down hard on his bottom lip whenever any slight move made him feel the pain and burn in his ass cheeks.
When the class finally ended, he packed his things and carefully stood up from the chair.
He left as the last one, one more time apologizing professor McGonagall for his behavior. He exited the room and made his way towards other part of the castle where he had Arithmancy class.
He didn't walk more than ten meters when someone grabbed his wrist and yanked him into a room that turned out to be a broom closet. Harry yelped, taken by surprise, when he was thrown at the wall, cold stone pressing against his back.
He looked up and saw the devilish smirk Malfoy was wearing on his face.
"What the hell, Malfoy?!" Harry hissed "What ar-…"
"Suck me off" the blond interrupted.
Harry's green eyes widened "W-what?!" he yelled "Are you an idiot?!"
"I said," Malfoy lowered his voice "Suck. Me. Off."
Harry blushed furiously from both anger and embarrassment at Malfoy's bluntness "Bugger off, Malfoy" he hissed "I'm leaving" he declared and tried to move towards the door but the Slytherin was standing in his way.
"Come on, Potter" he started "We both know you want it" he smirked dangerously, taking a step towards Harry, and leaned down to his ear "Last time you loved it, right? You loved the taste of my cum, didn't you? Don't you want it now?" he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over Harry's skin.
"I-I'm…" the raven haired boy stammered.
Malfoy was right. However ridiculous it sounded, Harry actually liked the feeling of Malfoy's erection pumping into his mouth and the taste of his cum, he admitted it to himself even back then. His whole face flushed at the memory of Malfoy's dick and he involuntary licked his bottom lip as if some of the drops that had covered his face back then were still there.
Malfoy stepped back, but chuckled under his nose when he noticed the Gryffindor's action, instantly guessing what the other must have been thinking about.
"Suck me off" he said in a low, almost soft voice.
This time Harry didn't respond. He simply stared into the grey eyes for a long moment and then, a little shakily, dropped to his knees.
He was kneeling in front of Malfoy, watching as the other reached to the fly of his trousers and opened them while still staring down at Harry and smirking devilishly.
Harry gulped. What in Merlin's name was he doing? He agreed to suck Malfoy? Willingly? What the fuck was wrong with him? The first time he was sort of forced to it as he was really at his and Snape's mercy, so it didn't count, right? And yesterday, well, he didn't do anything, did he? He just let Malfoy jerk him off. NO. No, he didn't. Again, he was forced to it. He didn't have much of a choice. Not that Malfoy would listen to him, so he kind of had to give in. But now? He could just stand up, push Malfoy aside and leave the bloody broom closet. Then why didn't he move?
All his thoughts disappeared when Malfoy took his cock out of his trousers and grabbed it at the base. Harry instinctively opened his mouth a bit and laid his eyes on the shaft standing proudly in front of his face.
Malfoy smirked under his nose and brought his erection towards the Gryffindor's face, tapping its head against the boy's full bottom lip.
"Missed my cock, Potter?" he asked in a low voice.
Harry groaned quietly in response and after a moment nodded his head. Jesus, he was so screwed. That kind of talk was doing things to him, clearly messing in his head.
"Then open up that pretty mouth" the blond murmured and Harry complied almost immediately, parting his lips even more and taking the head to his mouth.
Malfoy let out a long sigh at the feeling of warmness that surrounded his length. So fucking good, that mouth. And that sight. Potter on his knees, for him. He could come just by looking at it.
His thought were interrupted by a lingering moan that, as it turned out, was coming from his own throat. The Gryffindor started to move, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, hollowing his cheeks as if he wanted to milk Draco dry.
"Fuck" he hissed through clenched teeth.
Then Harry felt as a hand wrapped in his messy hair and pushed his head down the hot length until the tip hit the back of his throat. He choked uncontrollably, his helpless whine mingling with a long groan that left Malfoy's mouth.
"There you go" the blond gasped and made Harry choke on his cock one more time.
When he backed out a bit, Harry was able to breathe again, but he didn't have much time to enjoy the feeling of air filling his lungs because the next moment second hand joined the other on Harry's head and then Malfoy started to fuck his mouth.
He fucked him rhythmically, his thrusts lazy and slow, until finally they became fast and unsteady, making Harry's eyes water.
Malfoy's grunts and panting filled the quiet broom closet and after a couple of minutes he cursed under his breath and spilled into Harry's mouth.
Harry swallowed everything, a single drop of cum escaping his lips and dripping down his chin. Fuck, he thought, licking his lips.
Malfoy smirked down at him once he caught his breath "Tastes good?"
Harry blushed bright red but nodded his head before he could stop himself "Yeah…" he groaned quietly.
Malfoy twisted his hand still buried in the black hair and shot Harry a dirty look "Fuck, Potter" he muttered "I would fuck that mouth one more time, right now, if we weren't to be somewhere else."
Confused Harry furrowed his brows before he realized what the other was talking about. Arithmancy.
"Oh shit" he said, shifting on his knees to get up from the dirty floor "We're late."
Malfoy quickly tugged his spent member in his trousers and zipped the fly.
"Go first, Potter" he ordered more than suggested. He rolled his eyes when Harry looked at him hesitantly "For Merlin's sake, don't you think it would be a tiny bit suspicious if we came in together? Go, now."
Harry reddened but eventually nodded and reached for the door.
"Oh, and Potter?"
Harry stopped and turned around "What?"
"Try to make that hard-on in your pants less obvious, would you? That is, if you don't want everyone to notice" he smirked cheekily.
Harry's face became crimson at that and he hurriedly left the bloody broom closet to get away from Malfoy. He rounded the corner and stopped in front of Arithmancy classroom. Before he opened the door, he reached to his crotch and adjusted his trousers, hoping that his robe will more or less cover his erection. He took in a breath and pushed the wooden door open, entering the classroom.
"Ah, Mr. Potter" the teacher said "I'm glad you've decided to join us. We've just started discussing a very important topic."
"Um, I'm sorry, professor" he mumbled, approaching his usual seat next to Hermione. Ron didn't take this class so there was only the two of them.
He sank into his chair and opened the book, trying to listen to the lecture the professor paused when he burst into the classroom.
"Where have you been, Harry?" Hermione whispered from above her piece of parchment.
"I was...um, I had something to do" he answered, hoping she would turn out to be too diligent to focus on something else that the lecture.
He didn't have that much luck.
"Obviously, but what?" she pressed.
"Hermione, you're disturbing the teacher" he whispered without turning towards her, taking his quill in hand and pretending to be taking notes.
The girl huffed quietly but turned to face the professor, and Harry let out a sigh of relief.
A few minutes later there was a soft noise of the door opening and Harry immediately stopped writing and held his breath.
"I apologize for coming late, professor" Malfoy said "Prefect duties."
Harry felt how his whole face went red hearing his voice. No more than seven minutes ago he had Malfoy's cock in his mouth, sucking him off, and now they were in classroom full of other students and a professor that could notice they both came back late, and yet Malfoy was playing it off cool, as if he hadn't just come down his throat.
"Oh, naturally, Mr. Malfoy" the teacher replied politely "Now please take your seat."
The professor continued with his lecture as Malfoy sat down quietly at his usual spot.
"Harry" a voice next to him hissed. He turned to meet Hermione's worried look "Are you alright, Harry?"
Harry gulped "What do you mean? Of course I'm alright."
"You're all flushed" she said in a whisper "Are you sure you don't have a fever?"
Harry leaned back, trying to escape her hand which she raised to check his forehead.
"I'm fine, Hermione. Really" he hurried with a response.
The girl squinted her eyes and then looked a bit lower "What's that?" she leaned towards Harry, who backed away slightly.
"What?"
Hermione pointed her finger at his face "This. On your chin" she leaned even closer, titling her head to the side "It's a small white spot, I guess? What is it?"
"White spot?" Harry furrowed his brows in confusion, but suddenly realization came to him and he felt his face growing hot. Bloody hell, it must have been some of Malfoy's cum. He remembered a drop or so escaped him and probably was still somewhere on his chin "I-I…oh, it's just…I…um, I mean…" he stammered like an idiot, trying to come up with any logical excuse, but it seemed that his brain had went for a walk and left him helpless.
"Looks like you've got some dried milk on your face " Hermione said, furrowing her brows.
"M-milk? Milk, YES. Yes, it's milk. Of course it is" he hurried "I-I went to the kitchens before class, to have some. Milk, I mean. To have some milk."
Hermione gave him a funny look "Are you ok, Harry? You're acting strange."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm great. I just wanted some milk, you know. That's it. Took some time to get there and back here so I arrived a bit late."
"Alright" she shrugged "So…will you clean it or are you going to just spend the rest of the day with a drop of dried milk on your face?"
"Oh" he blushed "Yeah, I'll take care of that" he assured her and brought his hand up to his mouth to wet his finger, then he reached to his chin, found the spot and cleaned it, only to take his finger back to his lips and lick it clean.
His cock twitched in his pants at the action of tasting Malfoy's cum again. He clenched his jaw and took a calming breath.
Somehow Harry managed to focus on the teacher's voice and even make some actual notes, when suddenly a piece of parchment appeared on his desk. He quickly reached for it before Hermione or anyone else could notice. He opened the note under his desk, instantly recognizing elegant handwriting.
Stop blushing like a bloody virgin, Potter,
or else everyone will fucking notice.
There was no signature and Harry didn't need one to know exactly from whom the letter was. He automatically went even redder and turned slightly to find Malfoy staring at him with a satisfied smirk. Harry growled in the back of his throat and turned back, reaching for his quill.
Fuck off, Malfoy.
Did you know all this time that
I still had some of your come on my face?
He folded the note and murmured a spell to send it to the Slytherin. The answer came in no time.
Oh, really? Lucky you.
Harry bit down on his lip, trying to stop another annoyed groan.
Bugger off.
Watch your tongue, Potter.
Your arse might regret it later.
Harry read the reply and gulped at the idea of being spanked again. He squirmed in his chair involuntary as his buttocks prickled with pain. He decided it would be best to just ignore the last message and return to listening to the lecture. And so he did, trying really hard not to think about the blowjob he had just given Malfoy or the erection pressing persistently against his trousers.