After the classes and dinner Harry spent his evening in the common room, waiting impatiently for the night to come. He didn't know what time he should go to the Slytherin dorms, but he was growing impatient with every minute.
Today he had just had the best make out session in his life.
Okay, so maybe it was his first ever make out session, but god was it bloody amazing. He couldn't even compare kissing Malfoy with the two kisses he had had before. With Cho it wasn't even a proper kiss, just an awkward touch of lips, which additionally involved the tears streaming down her face and making Harry feel more guilty that he had kissed her in the first place. Yeah, it was the worst thing ever. And with Ginny…well, it had felt completely wrong. The moment their lips had met, he knew he saw her as nothing more but a friend and Ron's sister, which made her also a bit of his little sister. She felt the same way, obviously, and not much later she got together with Dean again. Harry was really happy for them.
Having grown impatient, Harry finally took the invisibility cloak and left the tower, making his way towards the dungeons. He didn't really know how he was supposed to enter the Slytherin dorms, but thankfully a group of third-year girls were passing through the door and so Harry managed to slip inside the common room.
He climbed the stairs leading to the boys dorm rooms and stopped in front of the door behind which, according to the map – he'd checked it before he left the Gryffindor tower - was Malfoy. He just hoped that there was no one else inside. Careful to be as quiet as possible, he pushed the door open just enough to slip in and entered.
He immediately scanned the room. There was no one in there. Not a living soul. No Zabini, no the two idiot gorillas. No Malfoy.
For a moment Harry thought he was stood up and, of course, Malfoy only teased him about coming here.
But then he heard a muffled sound of a water stream. He turned his gaze to the bathroom door.
Right, Malfoy was probably just taking a shower. He sighed and made his way to what he remembered was Malfoy's bed. Well, he could as well as wait for him here. He climbed on the bed, still wearing the cloak just in case someone barged into the room. He wasn't exactly fond of the idea of being smashed across the dorm by any of the Slytherins. He sat comfortably on the bed, with his legs crossed.
After a couple of minutes, he heard the bathroom door opening and he looked up. Malfoy entered the room, shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark grey sweatpants, and Harry took a moment to admire the toned muscle on his stomach, apparently gained by regular quidditch practices.
Malfoy made his way straight to his bed, throwing himself at the covers casually. He tugged a bent arm under his head, propping himself comfortably, and closed his eyes with a soft sigh.
He lay calmly, as Harry sat and watched in disbelief. The blond had no idea about his presence and Harry, for the first time since they'd known each other, had an opportunity to see an unguarded Malfoy.
He bit his lip to stop a chuckle as an idea came to his mind.
Slowly, not to alarm the Slytherin, he shifted to his knees. He hovered over Malfoy, a wide grin forming on his face as he remained unnoticed. Carefully, he leaned down.
He pressed his lips lightly against Malfoy's and brushed them almost feather-like.
Malfoy instantly opened his eyes wide in surprise. He didn't pull back though, but his whole body tensed for a moment.
After the initial shock, he responded to Harry's small touch with a hesitant brush of his lips, feeling the warmth of another body but seeing transparent space. The mixture of these contrasting sensations sent a shiver down his spine and he reached his hands up to where he presumed Potter's head was. He grabbed the soft fabric and pulled it, revealing Harry's messy mop of hair.
Harry pulled back slightly, and instantly felt himself being gently pushed back to his knees. He sat on his heels and watched as Malfoy sat up as well.
The grey eyes found his as Malfoy spoke.
"How long exactly have you been here?" he asked, lifting one eyebrow.
"Around ten minutes?" Harry told him, shrugging.
"And this?" Malfoy nudged the cloak with one long finger.
Harry shrugged again "Invisibility cloak" he said. "You didn't expect me to come into Slytherin common room and risk being actually seen, did you?"
Malfoy played with the hem of the cloak, eyeing it for a moment, before lifting his gaze back at Harry.
"I expected you to come later, when everyone would be asleep" he replied.
Harry felt his cheeks go bright red at the remark. He couldn't tell Malfoy he'd come early because he couldn't handle pacing his own dorm any longer while watching Malfoy's dot on his map and thinking about what they would be doing later that night.
As Harry bit down on his lip, trying to make up an excuse, Malfoy tilted his head and smirked.
"Couldn't wait to see me, huh?" he asked with a hint of mockery, but he lowered his voice so much that it sounded almost like a promise. Harry shivered at it.
The Gryffindor looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed and humiliated.
"I can go and come back later, then. Or not at all," he said, his wounded pride getting the best of him, and then shifted on the bed to stand up.
Before he could even get off the bed, cool fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist and he stopped, turning his gaze to Malfoy.
"Where do you think you're going?" the boy asked. His face was serious and his voice deep, the whisper surprisingly loud in the quiet dorm.
Grey eyes were boring into his, and Harry felt his heart beating faster. He watched Malfoy wetting his lips and he instantly glanced to the blond's mouth. He looked back up when he heard Malfoy murmuring a silencing spell around the curtains. The Slytherin noticed his gaze.
"We don't want to be interrupted, do we?" he asked in the same low voice and Harry trembled in anticipation.
He swallowed and shook his head. "No," he let a whisper escape his mouth, not trusting his voice to say it louder.
They sat in an absolute silence, staring at each other for a long moment.
Finally, Malfoy leaned forward slightly, not leaving his eyes off Harry's "Come here" he whispered, even though they were alone and used the silencing spell.
Without a second thought, Harry leaned in towards Malfoy as well, their faces meeting halfway, stopping barely an inch from each other.
Harry could feel the hot breath of the other boy on his cheek, on his nose and mouth, and he unconsciously let his eyes flutter closed, as Malfoy did the same.
All blood went to his face, without a doubt making him blush. He could hear the beating of his own heart in his chest as he waited. He could smell Malfoy's scent.
Finally, the Slytherin pressed his lips lightly against Harry's and caught his bottom lip between them, giving it a little peck. In response Harry brushed his lips against Malfoy's, relishing their softness.
They continued moving in turns, as if each of them was trying to convince the other that they wanted it too, until they worked out a synchronized pace and lost themselves completely in the kiss, moving against each other together, with the same delicacy as the last time.
Harry barely registered the moment when Malfoy put his hand on his chest and gently pushed him down on the pillows. He himself leaned in so that he was hovering over Harry, kissing him slowly.
Merlin, did Harry love kissing Malfoy. It was just so good that he couldn't believe they'd wasted so much time fighting over the House Cup and quidditch when all this time they could have been doing this. Gods, his lips were so warm and so bloody soft. Was that even possible for a guy to have such soft lips?
It felt so different from the other things they had done. He wouldn't admit it, but he didn't exactly dislike it when Malfoy made him suck him off, or , gods, the feeling of his fingers around Harry's dick was divine. Yeah, the wankings were bloody amazing. But this, this was different. It was almost as if Malfoy could fuck his mouth fiercely without a care if Harry choked and wasn't able to breath, but was afraid to hurt Harry with the slightest touch of his lips.
They kissed slowly, for long minutes, brushing their lips tenderly against each other. Malfoy's hand moved southwards, to rest on Harry's waist and the Gryffindor gasped as Malfoy started doing small circles with is thumb on his side, stroking it gently. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and he shifted a bit forward, pressing more into Malfoy's lips, at which the blond grunted approvingly.
They continued kissing, lying on their sides, facing each other, as if they had all the time in the world. They didn't even notice when Malfoy's roommates came back to the dormitory, thankfully too tired to bother and check on the blond.
The lazy snogging would stop every now and then so that they could part for air; every time, they stared into each other's eyes, their hot breaths mixing and caressing their faces. After mere seconds of watching one another intensely, they would again move forward, closing the gap between their lips, and start snogging all over again.
Neither of them knew how long they kept it on until at some point they drifted off to sleep, Harry's body only inches away from Malfoy's.
Hours later, Harry woke up to a feeling of slight pressure on his waist. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to get rid of it, but the feeling didn't go away. Slowly, he opened his eyes.
At first he couldn't place his finger on what was wrong and why exactly there was someone in his bed, until he remembered coming to the Slytherin dorms the previous night. He also remembered the make out session he'd had with Malfoy, who was now lying right next to him, soundly asleep. His arm was loosely draped across Harry's middle. Now, when did that happen?
Harry watched him with interest, for the first time having a possibility to take a closer look at his face. And his chest, as Malfoy was still shirtless from the shower he took the previous evening. Harry blushed at the sight, instinctively shifting a bit closer to the blond, his eyes roaming the other's face; his long enough eyelashes, the perfectly shaped cheekbones, the sharp jaw, and those delicious, pink lips. They were now parted slightly, as Malfoy was breathing softly.
Harry stared at them for several long seconds before he looked up to Malfoy's eyes, almost having a heart attack when he saw the grey pupils watching him closely.
Harry froze and gulped, wondering if Malfoy was awake this whole time during Harry's little inspection. They stared at each other for a moment, before the blond tilted his face forward and very slowly put his lips upon Harry's.
Harry responded an instant, brushing against Malfoy's mouth, earning a low grunt from the boy. He doubted he could ever get tired of kissing him. They'd just spent the whole evening making out until they bloody fell asleep, and yet here they were, glued to each other's mouth once again.
A spark of electricity shot through Harry's body as Malfoy swiped the tip of his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Too bewildered, Harry didn't react. Malfoy repeated the action patiently, licking the plump lip again. This time Harry slowly parted his lips, his hot breath quickening when Malfoy's tongue entered his mouth.
He moaned, the sound muffled by the blond's mouth. Malfoy's tongue was caressing his own, sending shivers down his spine, making him hot all over his body; especially in one particular place.
A bit hesitantly, Harry started responding to the Slytherin's ministrations, trying to mimic the movements. Malfoy grunted in approval and squashed Harry closer to his chest.
The kiss grew more passionate now, the caution from before completely forgotten.
When Malfoy sucked on his tongue, Harry let out a long moan and bucked his hips forward. The Gryffindor gasped at the friction when his erection collided with Malfoy's, the other boy reacting with a deep growl.
The arm on Harry waist moved to his back, resting just above his bum. Malfoy pushed him gently forward, still devouring his mouth, indicating for Harry to repeat the action and move against him again.
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He instantly started bucking his hips, pressing his hard-on against Malfoy's, the sweet friction making both of them groan into each other's mouth.
The whole time Harry was grinding against him, Malfoy's hand was stroking Harry's back, encouraging him to continue to move. The two boys wouldn't let go of each other's lips, only parting an inch to breathe in when the lack of air was unbearable.
Suddenly, Malfoy started to move as well, which caused Harry to moan softly, his aching cock begging for release.
They quickly found a steady pace, moving in sync, drawing quiet noises from one another. Their breaths heaved and soon their thrusts became desperate and chaotic. They began grinding faster and faster, and yet they didn't stop snogging for the shortest moment.
Harry kept whining softly and soon he felt he was close. Three more thrusts pushed him over the edge and he moaned loudly into Malfoy's mouth, riding his orgasm out as the Slytherin continued to grind against him, at the same time stimulating Harry.
It didn't took long for Malfoy to join the Gryffindor in the ecstasy; he came hard, growling deep in his throat, sucking on Harry's tongue.
They both recovered after several minutes, panting but relaxed after the orgasms. Without opening his eyes, Harry reached forward with his lips, brushing them gently against Malfoy's. The blond kissed back, starting to stroke Harry's back again. He prolonged the kiss until they finally broke for air.
Harry managed to open his eyes, meeting Malfoy's intense gaze.
"Fuck…" the blond breathed.
"Yeah…" Harry whispered back, his eyes focused entirely on the grey pupils.
He could feel how sticky he was down there, getting a bit uncomfortable. He had come in his pants again, bloody hell.
Malfoy noticed the awkward shifting of the boy and guessed the reason behind it. He reached to his nightstand and grabbed his wand, casting a quick cleaning spell on himself and Harry, then putting it back and turning to lie down, facing Harry.
"I should go" Harry murmured, throwing a quick glance at Malfoy's lips.
Malfoy noticed that and smirked under his nose. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Harry's one more time, giving him a teasing lick with the tip of his tongue. He pulled back, grinning cheekily at Harry's gasp and small groan.
"Better get going then" the blond smirked.
Harry blushed, eventually pushing himself up and off the bed. He adjusted his clothes he had been wearing since the night before, when he'd come to Malfoy's dorm, and reached for his invisibility cloak. He put it on, but when he was just about to cover his head, Malfoy stood up right behind him, his hot breath caressing Harry's ear.
"See you in class, Potter" he whispered in a low voice, making Harry shiver on the spot.
The blond pulled back and jumped back on his bed, as Harry hid his head under the cloak before Malfoy could see the blush that spread across his entire face.
He left the dorm, making his way downstairs, praying to gods that there would be no Slytherins in the common room so that he could sneak out without worry of bumping into anyone.