The afternoon classes went excruciatingly slowly. Needless to say Harry couldn't really focus on the actual lessons. His mind was drifting to Malfoy and the morning they shared in the Slytherin dorms every five minutes. He would cast quick glances at the blond and then nervously dismiss his friends' questions about his red face whenever they caught him blushing.
Thankfully, classes passed quickly and Harry found himself back in his dorm, talking with his roommates.
"…I'm telling you," Seamus laughed "Best thing I've ever seen."
"I'm glad I didn't see it" Dean howled, clutching his stomach.
"Yeah," Ron nodded in agreement. He looked at Harry and squinted his eyes. "Hey, Harry? Where were you last night?" he asked.
Harry's eyes widened and his heart skipped a bit. "Um, what do you mean?" Yes, play stupid. That'll get you somewhere.
But Ron just furrowed his brows. "You weren't here the whole night, mate" he said.
Fuck. He knows. He knows.
No, how would he know? There is no chance in the world. Think, Harry. Make something up.
"I, er, I needed…um, I went for a walk," he replied, turning his gaze away.
"For the whole night?" Ron asked, his face rather confused.
" Y-yeah, I needed to think something over."
"Oh" the red-haired boy said, "It took you quite a bit then," he raised his brow, but then his eyes became wider with sudden realization. "Is it-…" he lowered his voice so that none of the other boys could hear him "Is it something about Voldemort? Did Dumbledore ask you to do something?" he asked fervently.
Harry gulped nervously. "Y-yeah, you could say that," he murmured, "But let's not talk about it," he added quickly.
Ron nodded in agreement. "Sure thing, mate" he said, giving Harry a small smile. "But if something's bothering you then feel free to tell me."
"Thanks, Ron" Harry said before both he and Ron turned their attention back to the conversation between the other boys.
He felt terrible for lying to his friends, but, Merlin, he couldn't just tell them. He couldn't. He didn't even know what was going on between him and Malfoy anymore.
Well, at first they were just…um, okay, they weren't shagging, but they were doing certain things. He couldn't even imagine the face Ron would make if he told him that he and Malfoy shared some wankings and that he, more than once, had Malfoy's cock in his mouth. Oh god, Harry was getting hot at a single thought about it.
He could tell his friends that he was blackmailed into doing it or that Malfoy had simply forced him to do all those things, but the truth was that…fuck, Harry loved the feeling of the Slytherin's fingers around his shaft and the look on his face when Harry sucked him. And if it wasn't bad enough, now they'd started to snog.
He didn't really have an opportunity to analyze it; every time he tried, his mind was instantly flooded with images of them engaged in a rather passionate kiss, and he would stop himself before getting painfully hard.
But he couldn't ignore the feeling that something had changed. Now things were more…intense. It's weird because it actually was calmer, gentler, without hurry and this whole domination from Malfoy, but at the same time it was so intense, with the two of them just lying on the bed and snogging for hours. Literal hours. Harry had no idea that people could kiss for so long.
And why the hell Malfoy? He couldn't stop asking himself this question since it'd started. How could he feel so good when touched and kissed by this little brat he'd hated for years? That was the most difficult thing to understand, but even so, Harry knew he was gradually becoming addicted to Malfoy's touch.
He was so screwed, wasn't he?
Harry couldn't stop thinking about the next meet up with Malfoy, which didn't happen anytime the next day. He was hoping – gods, hoping, it came that far, didn't it? – that after one of their shared classes, the Slytherin would push him into an empty classroom and snog the hell out of him. But nothing like that happened.
Not until the dinner. Harry sat in the Great Hall with his friends, talking about next quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.
"I hope the Hufflepufs win," Dean said, his arm hanging loosely around Ginny's shoulders.
"Yeah," Seamus chimed in, his mouth full of mashed potatos, "I would love to see those idiot Slytherin faces go from smug to desparate." he chuckled.
"I bet that Malfoy would run crying to his stupid dad, the crybaby he is," Ron said and cleared his throat, "My father will hear about this!" he mocked in a high voice and everyone laughed. Everyone except Harry, who let out more like a nervous chuckle. At the mention of the Slytherin he couldn't help but to look at the nearby table, almost immediately spotting the blond.
Malfoy was sitting with his face towards Harry, but was too caught up in reading some thick book that lay next to his half empty plate. Harry thought it was the first time he saw Malfoy reading something and he instantly wondered what it was.
Just when Harry was about to turn his gaze back to his own plate, Malfoy reached for a glass of what probably was pumpkin juice. Harry watched and a shiver went down his spine as Malfoy lifted his head while taking a sip and caught his eye. A smirk appeared on his face, but was quickly replaced by an intense stare as Harry kept watching the blond with something indescribable in his eyes.
They stared at each other over the tables, and suddenly Harry remembered the night before yesterday, when they were snogging in Malfoy's bed. As if reading his mind, Malfoy parted his lips slightly and run the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. Harry bit hard on his own, stopping himself from letting out a gasp that almost escaped his mouth.
Seeing this, Malfoy smirked lightly and, after taking another sip of the juice and putting the glass away, stood up. He gave Harry one last, meaningful look, before he made his way towards the exit.
Harry felt the blood rushing to his ears, his heart beating fast.
"…ry?" a voice called out somewhere next to him and Harry looked up.
Everyone was watching him with their brows raised.
"Er, what was that?"
"Harry, were you even listening?" Ginny asked, rolling her eyes.
"Um, sorry, guys" he mumbled, raising from his seat "I need to go."
"Go? Where?" Ron asked, chewing.
"Not now, okay?" he said in a hurry "See you later, guys," he threw over his shoulder and hurried out of the Great Hall, not seeing the worried glances his friends gave each other at his reply.
Once in the corridor, Harry looked around and caught a glimpse of blond hair disappearing around the corner. He followed quickly, hoping he wasn't mistaking the stare Malfoy gave him back in the Great Hall.
Yet, when he rounded the corner, Malfoy was nowhere to be found. He felt a tug of disappointment but continued walking forward, thinking that maybe the blond would eventually emerge from one of the dark corners.
A yelp left his mouth when something grabbed his wrist and the next moment he was pulled into an empty broom closet.
He opened his eyes, not really realizing he had closed them, and saw Malfoy's eyes looking back at him, just before he was gently pressed against the wall.
The blond let his arm wrap around Harry's waist, bringing his free hand to the nape Gryffindor's neck. Harry let out a small gasp as Malfoy's cool fingers brushed his skin there, sending shivers through his entire body.
The grey eyes bored into him, as if they could reach his soul, and then slowly, so very slowly Malfoy leaned in and Harry closed his eyes just when their lips brushed against each other.
He couldn't help but moan quietly at the sensation. They kissed slowly, without hurry, gradually deepening the kiss when Malfoy swiped his tongue across Harry's full bottom lip. The Gryffindor granted him entrence immediately, groaning as the hot tongue entered his mouth.
Their tongues danced, sliding and twirling, making both of them lose their breaths. When Malfoy sucked on his tongue, Harry half moaned, half panted, and deepened the kiss even more, pressing against the blond.
When they finally parted for air, Harry let his head fall back against the wall, exposing his throat. Malfoy took advantage of it and pressed his lips to Harry's neck, kissing the delicate skin there.
Harry snapped his eyes open at the sensation, but all he was able to see was blond mop of hair. Malfoy kept treating the bared skin with little pecks, before biting gently on the junction where neck meets shoulder, making Harry let out a strangled cry. He sucked at the mark, and then replaced his mouth with his tongue, licking the red spot almost apologetically.
Harry kept squirming against him, unable to stop little gasps that were leaving his throat. He let his arm wander up, slowly sliding into Malfoy's hair as the blond trailed kisses up his neck, kissing his jaw, making his way further and further north.
The Slytherin stick his tongue out and with the very tip gave a long, slow lick to the shell of Harry's ear. Harry moaned loudly, as millions of shivers run through his body. Malfoy stopped, intrigued with the reaction, and gave the ear another experimental lick. In consequence, Harry jerked and let out a pitiful whimper.
The blond smirked under his nose and licked his lips, which were swollen from kissing Harry moments ago.
"I think I've just found your soft spot," he purred, tracing his tongue along the shell, then taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.
The moan he received from Harry was probably heard two floors above them. It felt so heavenly, the wet, hot mouth around his ear, sending waves of pleasure and igniting sparks of excitement in Harry's cock.
He tightened the grip in the blond hair, squeezing his eyes shut as Mafoy continued the sweet torture, teasing Harry's obviously responsive spot with his skillful tongue. He was writhing, voicing involuntary little groans at the Slytherin's ministrations, completely losing control.
Harry whined softly when Malfoy nipped gently at the sensitive skin, not having enough of the Gryffindor's responses. He finally let go of the nicely reddened ear and found Harry's mouth again, pressing his lips against it. The dark-haired boy accepted the kiss without hesitation, letting the tongue enter his mouth. His hand remained tangled in Malfoy's hair, resting the other on the blond's shoulder. The strong arm was still wrapped around his waist, steadying him and bringing them both closer.
After what felt like hours, though probably wasn't, Malfoy let go of Harry's mouth, both boys gasping for air. Their breathing was heavy and shallow, coming in short gasps, as they stared at each other, grey eyes boring into green ones.
For half a second Malfoy dropped his gaze to Harry's puffy lips and leaned in again to slowly brush his mouth against the Gryffindor's. Harry responded with equally gentle brush, before they parted for good, their arms still around each other.
"The ear, huh?" Malfoy breathed, allowing himself a small smirk.
Harry's face went red an instant, just realizing that his reactions were suspiciously strong. He watched Malfoy sheepishly.
''You liked that?'' he blond's warm breath caressed his lips.
Harry flushed, but even though, he nodded his head. At that, Malfoy's smirk widened.
"Yeah, of course you did," he murmured, "Those moans of yours were enough of a proof." He nipped at Harry's bottom lip, making the Gryffindor squirm a bit, and then let go, still holding Harry's waist in a tight embrace.
They watched each other with intense stares for a long moment before Malfoy dove in once more and gave Harry a chaste kiss on the lips.
"Come to my dorm tonight," he whispered into Harry's mouth. There was something about his voice that made it sound not exactly like an order like last time, and Harry thought he was waiting for reply, so he gazed into the grey eyes.
"Okay," he said quietly and gently pressed his lips to Malfoy's pink ones. After one last peck they finally parted.
Harry untangled his hand from Malfoy's hair and let it drop loosely. The Slytherin also let go of Harry's waist and his neck, stepping back to create some space so that they were able to stand comfortably. Harry ignored the voice in his head that told him he was more comfortable with Malfoy's body pressing against him.
The blond's eyes scanned Harry up and down, until they stopped on his face.
"See you later, then" Malfoy said, flashing Harry a smirk as the boy nodded, before turning around and leaving.
Harry stayed for a couple more minutes, trying to steady his still ragged breath and, what was more bothersome, will his erection away, before he finally left the cupboard and rushed towards the Gryffindor tower, trying to quickly make up a believable excuse for his friends.