An hour later, Harry left the Gryffindor tower under his cloak. He passed the the deserted hallways unnoticed, reaching the Slytherin dorms. He waited approximately five minutes before someone appeared in the corridor, unconsciously giving Harry a chance to enter the common room. He slipped in, making his way straight to the stairs leading to Malfoy's dorm.

Just as he reached his destination, the door flung open and someone stormed out of the room. Harry barely managed to step back, almost letting Goyle to bump into him and find out about his presence.

He watched the boy disappear at the bottom of stairs, and finally entered the room. Mafoy, as usual, was splayed on his bed, one arm casually tugged under his head and a book propped on his chest. Harry noticed with interest that he was reading the same book he read that time in the Great Hall.

Harry shrugged the cloak off his shoulders and put it to the side, catching Malfoy's attention.

"I just passed Goyle."

The Slytherin nodded "I sent him off."

Harry raised his brow at him "Sent him off?" he asked "You're acting as if you were their master or something. Always in charge" he muttered.

"I am always in charge, Potter" Malfoy replied, making Harry roll his eyes at the comment "Now get your arse over here" he added, sitting up and leaning comfortably against the bedframe.

Harry shrugged and climbed on the bed without remark. He sat in front of Malfoy, gathering courage to tell him about his little encounter with Ginny. He figured it would be better to tell him himself instead of risking Ginny making allusions and suggestive comments if she ever bumped into the blond.

Just as he took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak up, Malfoy grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in, crushing their lips together. Harry yelped in surprise, but feeling the pair of hot lips on his own made him forget everything instantly and respond to the movements.

He let the kiss continue, but the thought reappeared in the back of his mind and kept distracting him from what they were doing. When Malfoy licked his bottom lip asking for entrance to Harry's mouth, the Gryffindor pulled back slightly.

"Malfoy," he panted, breath uneven "Malfoy, wait…"

"Mhmm" the blond trailed a way of kisses across Harry's jaw and started assaulting his neck.

"Malfoy, I need to tell you something," Harry managed, his voice shaking a bit from pleasure.

The blond groaned in annoyance but finally detached his mouth from the smooth neck. He leaned back and raised his eyebrow.

"So? What is it?"

Suddenly Harry didn't feel so brave anymore. He gulped at the expectant look on the Slytherin's face.

"Ginny saw us," he said quickly, preparing for an outburst.

But Malfoy just furrowed his brows. "Weaselette?" he asked. "How do you know?"

"I-um, I bumped into her after I left the locker rooms," he mumbled awkwardly.

They sat in silence for a couple of seconds before Malfoy spoke again.

"And she told you she saw us? Or you just assume that she did?"

"She saw us," Harry said impatiently, rolling his eyes. "She told me exactly what we did," he added in a quiet mutter.

"Oh?" Malfoy raised his brows high.

Harry's cheeks grew hot as he remembered how Ginny had told him about seeing them making out, and naked at that.

"She promised she wouldn't tell anyone," he said quietly.

Malfoy squinted his eyes. "As if I trusted a Weasley," he sneered. He reached his hand and grabbed Harry's chin, leaning in. He gently bit the full bottom lip, enticing a small whimper from the boy. "It's your fault. You let your little friend see us," he mused.

"It's not my fault!" Harry protested.

"Of course it is, Potter," the blond replied, moving up Harry's neck, nipping at it gently. "I bet she heard your little moans and came to check what they were," he said, biting at the sensitive earlobe. Harry groaned quietly, sensing a smirk that formed on Malfoy's face.

"Over my knees," Malfoy breathed into his ear, the hot air making him shiver.

Harry's heart stopped.

"W-what?" he asked "I-no!"

"I said," Malfoy let go of the ear shell but his lips stayed an inch from Harry's ear "Over. My. Knees." he punctuated each word in a low whisper "Now."

Harry trembled as a shiver run down his spine. Merlin, not again.

"Y-You're gonna…?"

"Mhmm," Malfoy hummed into his ear, hot breath caressing it gently.

The blond pulled back and shifted them to the edge of the bed, so that he could let his feet rest on the floor. He spelled the curtains and put his wand away. He reached for Harry, in the last moment deciding against and letting his arm fall down. He wanted Potter to do this himself, willingly.

Harry, used to being maneuvered by Malfoy, waited confused as the blond didn't make any move. The expectant expression on the blond's face told him, however, what he was supposed to do. With one last pleading look thrown at Malfoy in hope he would change his mind, Harry braced himself and then carefully leaned over the other's knees, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Once in the position, he squirmed as he immediately felt Malfoy's hand on the small of his back, holding him in place securely. There we go, he thought.

His other hand Malfoy placed on the still clothed bum. After giving it a playful pat, he reached to the waistband and pulled the trousers and pants down to Harry's mid-thigh, revealing two round, pale buttocks. He rest his hand on them and stroke them, teasing the boy in his lap.

Harry tensed immediately. He hadn't been spanked for so long it felt almost new to him. His heart was beating so fast in anticipation for the first smack that he thought it would break out of his chest.

And then Malfoy raised his hand, and the first smack came with a loud slap. The sting made Harry drew in a sharp breath, even though he was expecting it. He grabbed the bed sheets tightly just as Malfoy applied another spank, harder than the previous one. Harry gasped, shifting uncomfortably.

Then Malfoy set up a steady pace, giving Harry a series of smacks, and soon the brunette was squirming away from the merciless hand.

"Stop tossing and take your punishment, Potter. Like a good boy you are," Malfoy said.

If that was supposed to be an encouragement, then it wasn't very effective. In response, Harry whined pitifully and whimpered as the blond continued spanking him with fast, hard smacks. He kept writhing in his lap, feeling the heat becoming unbearable.

"M-Malfoy," he tried, his voice hoarse and weak, "Malfoy, please."

The Slytherin smirked under his nose but didn't even thought of stopping. Instead, he shifted Harry a bit forward and then raised his knee, exposing Harry's sit spots. Before even Harry had registered the movement, the blond attacked the sensitive spots with spanks that echoed in the room obscenely. The sounds would have made Harry burn in shame if his arse hadn't actually been on fire. He was now openly whining and sobbing, pleading Malfoy and calling his name. Yet, the Slytherin continued the assault of the flaming butt cheeks.

When he finally stopped, satisfied with the effect, Harry was whimpering softly, his breathing uneven.

As he realized that Malfoy had stopped spanking him, he relaxed his grip on the sheets and took a deep breath, letting his head fall forward. The hand didn't leave his bum though, as Malfoy started to stroke the abused skin. It was so hot under his palm that he let out a low growl. Potter's arse reddened into a beautiful shade of scarlet, amazingly in contrast to his pale thighs.

He kept caressing the aching cheeks, rubbing the pain away, sending shivers down Harry's spine. The Gryffindor continued making tiny noises, lying submissively in the other boy's lap and taking the treatment with slight squirming. The fingertips were stroking his sensitive sit spots, teasing the skin and making him moan softly. He could fall asleep like that. Even after the spanking, he felt so relaxed with the comforting movements of Malfoy's hand on his bum that he let out a quiet sigh and closed his eyes.

And then, the hand disappeared.

Harry reopened his eyes as he felt Malfoy shifted. The blond reached for Harry's trousers and pushed them further down, until they were off completely, and threw them to the side. Then, he reached for Harry's shirt, pulling it over his head as the Gryffindor lifted his arms to make the process easier. Harry gulped as he was left completely naked in the blond's lap. Fortunately, Malfoy almost at the same moment nudged his arm, indicating for him to sit up.

Harry did, bracing himself on his hands, and watched as the Slytherin, still fully clothed, moved back to lean his back against the headboard.

"Come here."

Harry complied without hesitation and placed himself in between invitingly opened legs, facing Malfoy.

"How's your bum?" the blond asked.

The question startled Harry. Malfoy had never cared before, so that was a first. Instead of thinking about the reason, Harry focused on responding. He thought for a moment, deciding how he felt. His bum wasn't on fire anymore, although it did sting a lot. Malfoy's earlier ministrations must have eased the pain a bit.

"Um, it stings a bit," he admitted quietly, "but it's not unbearable."

Malfoy nodded his head. "Good," he leaned in to nip at Harry's ear. "Now turn around," he ordered, whispering straight into Harry's ear.

The brunette shivered slightly but, after throwing Malfoy a hesitating look, obliged and turned around. He sat in between lean, clothed thighs and, after a moment of debating it, leaned back to rest against Malfoy's chest.

Just then Malfoy reached to his legs and parted them wide open, making room between Harry's thighs.

Harry drew in a sharp breath when Malfoy's graceful hands moved up and down his inner thighs. One of them moved up to caress Harry's flat stomach, while the other wrapped itself around the base of Harry's dick.

"Ahh," the boy gasped as the hand started to slowly pump up and down.

"Hush," Malfoy murmured into his ear, giving it a teasing lick. Harry instinctively parted his legs wider and let his head fall on Malfoy's shoulder, giving in completely to pleasure. His mouth opened slightly. He was panting softly, as the Slytherin kept nipping at his neck and twisting his hand expertly.

"Now, Potter," he said in a deep voice, "we're going to play a little game." His other hand moved from Harry's belly up to his chest and rubbed one hardened nipple, making Harry whimper. "You won't come until I tell you to," he mused, sucking lightly at the brunette's earlobe. "Understood?"

In response Harry groaned miserably. He was already achingly hard, not to mention that Malfoy's hand was doing wanders to his body. "No, Malfoy, please," he panted, "don't tease, please."

"Oh, but it's so much fun, Potter," the blond hummed lowly. "I promise you that when you finally come," he twisted his hand on Harry's dick in a way that made Harry moan, "You'll come so. " he kissed his neck, "Fucking." he licked his way to the sensitive ear, "Hard." The last word he whispered straight into Harry's ear, then gave it a teasing lick.

"God, Malfoy," Harry moaned, grasping Malfoy's thighs and clenching his hands into fists. He tried to push his hips up into the tight fist, but Malfoy chuckled and loosened the grip immediately.

Harry whined in response and let Malfoy set the pace. The hand on his cock began moving in a steady rhythm, giving Harry just the perfect amount of stimulation.

He closed his eyes and focused on the heavenly feeling, while Malfoy's other hand caressed his belly. He melted into the touch entirely, letting out soft noises.

Within minutes he began instinctively bucking his hips upward, into the tight heat, meeting every move of the blond's fist.

Soft lips touched his ear and he felt Malfoy's hot breath tickling his skin.

"You want me to go faster?" he murmured seductively.

Harry immediately nodded his head. "Ah- yes," he gasped.

Malfoy smirked under his nose. He moved the hand that had been stroking Harry's stomach, placing it on the boy's inner thigh, securing and keeping his legs wide open.

He suddenly quickened his movements on Harry's cock. The Gryffindor moaned, and threw his head back.

"Oh gods," he whined "Oh, Malfoy, fuck."

Mafoy stroked him fast and hard, feeling the hot shaft pulsating under his swift hands. He knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum, so he kept up the pace until he finally sensed Harry tensening.

"I-I'm-…ohh, M-Malfoy!" the brunette moaned, feeling the heat in his belly. Just one more pull of his cock, just one more…

Malfoy smirked and immediately took his hand off the twitching length. Instead he put it on Harry's other thigh, now keeping both of his legs wide open with his hands, as they boy kept pushing his hips upwards, frantically pumping into the air.

"No…" Harry whined pitifully. Gods, no, he was so close! He just needed…just a bit more, a small touch, anything…"Oh, please…"

Malfoy just chuckled somewhere behind his ear. He continued to buck his hips, more out of uncontrolled reaction, seeking something that would push him over the edge, but Malfoy held his legs securely in place.

"Shh," the blond hummed into his neck.

Harry felt his orgasm subsiding and he groaned in desperation. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he panted in heavy breaths, all while Malfoy continued gently stroking the insides of his thighs.

Once he was sure Harry calmed down a bit, Malfoy slowly traced a path with his fingertips across the skin of his thighs until he reached to the glistening head of Harry's gorgeous cock. With an evil grin on his face, he gently touched it with a single finger, tracing it along the sensitive slit.

Harry moaned and arched against him. Merlin yes, that's what he needed. More touch. He needed more touch.

"More," he panted, "Please, more." Desperation in his voice was obvious.

To his disappointment, Malfoy just chuckled and his low voice echoed in the room. "You need to learn some patience, Potter," the blond murmured in an amused tone. He played with the head of Harry's swollen erection, teasing it with the expert movements of his fingers, driving Harry crazy. He knew that from the way the boy was writhing against his chest.

He smiled to himself as an idea entered his mind. He slowly moved his hand, the one that was resting on Harry's knee, up, across his hip, caressing the soft skin fondly on its way further, until it stopped on the Gryffindor's underbelly.

At the same time he traced the tip of his finger across the weeping slit and used his other hand to press down on the lower abdomen.

Harry drew in a sharp breath as he felt the sudden pressure on his belly.

"A-Ahh," he moaned, earning an approving grunt from Malfoy in return. It was a new, a bit weird feeling; unknown. It felt as if something was forcing his cock to burst any second.

The blond continued to stimulate him, all the time teasing the head and repeatedly pressing down onto his lower belly. The pressure made Harry feel even more trapped in Malfoy's hands than he already was, and the thought had him throw his head back and moan loudly.

Soon Harry's breath sped up, coming out in short, heavy pants. He began again pushing his hips upwards, nudging the skillful fingers of the other boy in a desperate attempt to gain some of the needed friction.

Finally, Malfoy took pity on him. He grabbed the length firmly in his hand and started pumping, slowly, but with enough strength to get Harry all moaning and trashing. He also continued to press on the low regions of the boy's belly, adding to the intensity of the experience.

"M-Malfoy," Harry groaned "I'm…I'm gonna…ahh…"

"Yeah?" Malfoy whispered in his ear.

"I-I'm gonna come."

The Slytherin smirked. "Oh, no, you're not," he said teasingly. Just when Harry tensed, ready to burst, the hands disappeared and came back to his thighs, holding his spread legs apart.

"No, no, no…" Harry whined pathetically as once again he was driven to the edge and left there without completion. He rocked his hips frantically, pumping into the empty air, driven by the unbearable need for release.

"Mmm, so desperate to come, aren't you?" hot breath tickled his ear as Malfoy spoke in a low voice.

"M-Malfoy, please, please…" he begged in short pants. "Please…"

"Merlin, Potter, you were made to beg," the blond replied and stroked Harry's trembling thighs. "You sound so bloody good doing it."

Harry groaned, in desperation, in excitement, in everything he was feeling. His orgasm was pushed back, leaving him breathless and undone.

He felt one smooth hand move gently from the inside of his thigh back to his swollen cock. By now it was angry red, the head almost purple, twitching at every single movement. He moaned and his body jerked uncontrollably when Malfoy run his fingers along his aching shaft and then wrapped them around it in a firm grip. He began moving his hand torturously slowly.

He kept stroking Harry, eliciting small breathy noises from the boy. Kissing salty skin of the neck that was covered in a thin layer of sweat, he let his hand drop lower, to cup Harry's balls.

"Nnghh" the Gryffindor let out a high-pitched sound, bucking his hips up and writhing in pleasure "Oh gods, Ma-a-ahh-lfoy…"

"Feels good, yeah?" the blond purred into his ear.

"Y-yeah…so good…" Harry melted into the touch, as Malfoy fondled his balls, pulling and squeezing them lightly, drawing more and more moans from the brunette.

His other hand left Harry's thigh and wrapped itself around the boy's length. Harry's body jerked as Malfoy began stroking him, at the same time playing with his sac.

It took barely seconds to make Harry all pent up and ready. When Malfoy sensed it, he gave a teasing lick to his ear, but didn't stop his ministrations.

"Don't you dare come, Potter," he whispered in a low voice, continuing to stimulate both Harry's dick and his balls.

Harry whined miserably.

"I'm so close, Malfoy, please…"

The Slytherin hummed into his neck. "No," he whispered, nipping at the skin.

"Please, Malfoy, gods," Harry begged. He felt he was about to burst any second now. "Oh gods, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," he whimpered, pushing his hips in up in the tightness of Malfoy's fist.

He was just over the edge, already feeling his orgasm hitting him, when the blond took his hands away and rested them on his thighs.

"Nononono," Harry mewled desperately; he didn't stop bucking his hips into the air. "I'm gonna come, I'm-…"

"Don't come," Malfoy's low whisper sent a shiver down his spine and forced a lingering moan from his throat.

Every part of Harry's body was tensed to the limit, screaming for release. "I-I can't, I can't, I'm gonna come..."

Suddenly Malfoy wrapped his hand around the base of his erection, stopping his orgasm. "Hold it in. Don't come," Malfoy warned, successfully sending Harry away from the completion.

Harry focused on taking several deep breaths as he tried to stop himself from coming. He felt the excitement and pleasure slowly subsiding, leaving him unsatisfied and aching as the pressure applied around the base of his cock made him unable to come.

His cock had never been this hard in his entire life; as if it was about to explode. It was aching so much that a helpless sob shook his body.

"Yeah, good boy." Malfoy stroked his thigh gently, in a comforting way. "Well done," he praised, relishing in the little mewling sounds Harry was making. That's what he wanted. The Boy Who Lived wrecked, at his hands.

Harry's eyes prickled with tears. "M-Malfoy, please," he whispered, sobbing quietly. "I can't take it anymore, please, please," his voice was trembling just like his whole body. "I'll do anything, please."

"Anything, you say?" Malfoy murmured, kissing Harry's neck. "You'll be a good boy? You'll do anything I say?"

A small whimper escaped Harry's mouth, "Y-yes," he panted "Just please make me come."

Malfoy chuckled and hummed approvingly at his answer. He let his hand that was wrapped around the base move up, to the swollen head, teasing it with his thumb before it slid down the length, and then started to pump Harry's cock in a steady pace. As the boy moaned into the room, he dropped his other hand back to Harry's sack. He continued stroking the hard member and playing with the balls, and within seconds he had Harry trashing against him, lolling his head from side to side, moaning and whining.

"Tell me how much you want it," he felt the hot whisper against his ear.

"I w-want it so much," Harry groaned. "I want to come so badly, Malfoy, please, please."

The Slytherin smirked and tightened his grip, increasing the pace of his movements slightly.

"Oh gods, yes," Harry keened in a high voice. "Please, don't stop, Malfoy, please don't stop now, please," he begged pitifully, his words resembling soft sobs.

In response, Malfoy licked his ear, then caught it between his lips and sucked hard, not for a moment slowing down his movements on Harry's cock and balls.

It took no more than a couple of seconds until Harry felt the heat going from his belly straight to his member, and he stilled completely as he finally was hit with his orgasm. It was stronger than any other he had ever experienced, but he couldn't focus enough to think about it as waves of pleasure, one after another, washed over his entire being.

He cried out so loud he was sure the sound would break through the spell and be heard by all the Slytherins if not all the people in the castle, as he finally came, getting his oh-so-longed-for release. He arched off Malfoy's chest, nearly off the bed, if it wasn't for Malfoy's hands that kept stimulating him throughout his orgasm. He was moaning Malfoy's name mixed with a series of yes's and pleas, as he rode it out, which seemed to have no end. He was coming and coming, shooting spurts of cum all over his belly and Malfoy's hand.

When he eventually jerked from overstimulation, he collapsed against Malfoy's chest, letting his head drop on the blond's shoulder.

Malfoy took it as his cue and took his hands back, letting them rest on Harry's thighs, just above his knees. He waited patiently, as the Gryffindor kept panting heavily, fighting for his breath.

Harry's eyes were closed; he felt as if he had just run a marathon. Or a triathlon. It was just so much, his orgasm so intense, that a small groan actually left his mouth when he thought of what he had just experienced. He hadn't been this exhausted even after the worst quidditch practice.

Harry let his weight be supported entirely by Malfoy, while he was trying to catch his breath.

He cracked his eyes slightly open when he felt a small, chaste kiss placed on his neck. He slowly turned his head to the side without raising it from Malfoy's shoulder, and was immediately met with the blond's piercing eyes.

They watched each other for a mere second, which for both seemed to last a lot longer, before Malfoy leaned down, pressing his lips to Harry's. They were warm and soft, and made Harry gasp quietly.

They kissed slowly, tenderly, even after Malfoy slipped his tongue inside Harry's mouth and their hot breaths mixed.

Finally, with a small peck on the lips, they parted. Harry immediately buried his face in the crook of Malfoy's neck, inhaling the other boy's scent and closing his eyes. He was so relaxed and so tired he could fall asleep any moment now. Especially with the warmth of Malfoy's body pressing against his back.

He unconsciously let out a content sigh, feeling himself slowly drifting off into the darkness.