Harry was jumpy all day, which didn't escape his friends' attention. They kept asking if something had happened, but he managed to brass their questions off. During the lunch he couldn't help the little glances at the Slytherin table, afraid to see Zabini telling others about what he had witnessed this morning. Throughout the day he hadn't experienced any weird looks or mocking remarks, so he assumed the Slytherin was keeping his promise. So far, at least.
The main topic of conversations in Great Hall was the coming quidditch game between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Students of all four houses began making bets on the final score, discussing the strategies of both teams.
"I really hope the Hufflepuffs win, though," said Seamus when they were having dinner. "I would love to see Malfoy's stupid face once they lose."
"I would love to see Malfoy's stupid face smashed by a bludger" Ron added, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.
His friends chuckled in unison, nodding their heads in agreement, but Harry only managed a nervous laugh. He got all tense whenever anyone mentioned Malfoy. Especially if the comments involved breaking the Slytherin's nose or other parts of his body which Harry appreciated.
"What do you think, Harry," Seamus asked, "How much will it take until Malfoy leaves the pitch yelling at Madam Hooch that 'his father will hear about this'?"
Everyone laughed at the remark, even if it was a forced chuckle as it was in the case of Harry. He looked around nervously and saw that Ginny was watching him. She gave him a comforting smile before turning to the others.
"I don't know, guys" she said "Malfoy's pretty good."
The statement made everyone fall silent and give the girl confused looks.
"What?" Dean asked, dumbfounded.
"I'm just saying-…"
"Are you mad, Gin?"
"I'm just saying," she repeated more strongly, rolling her eyes, "that he's a good Seeker."
"She's gone mad," Ron announced, blinking stupidly.
"Shut up, Ron," she replied. "He might be a total arsehole to everyone, but he's good at quidditch."
"Come on, he owes everything to his daddy. Wouldn't even be on the Slytherin team if it wasn't for the fact that Malfoy Senior bought them the new model of Nimbus." Ron said and several people nodded in agreement.
"But it's not his dad who plays in every game and catches the Snitch, is it?" Ginny responded. "Think about it. They win every match against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and the only games they lose are those they play against us. And you know very well they managed to beat us a couple of times."
"Once or twice," Seamus muttered under his nose.
"I don't get why you're suddenly defending Malfoy," Ron said, not at all pleased with his sister's arguments.
"Yeah, it's bloody Malfoy, for Merlin's sake."
"What do you think, Harry?"
Suddenly, all eyes were on him. He gulped, feeling uneasy by both Ginny's unexpected speech and all the sudden attention.
"I guess he's quite…um, he's not bad," he mumbled, earning himself shocked looks from his friends. "I mean, he can fly pretty good and, well, he did beat me several times."
"Oh, come on, Harry. You're way better than him," Ron argued.
"I never said I wasn't'," Harry said, a wide grin forming on his lips as his friends chuckled, relieving the tension that aroused at the table.
"Anyway, I hope the Slytherins lose this time," Dean said, throwing his arm around Ginny casually. His comment was supported with nods from the majority of the group.
Harry remained quiet, thankful for Hermione to change the topic of conversation. Malfoy didn't contact him for the rest of the day, probably focused on additional training for the game. He caught himself thinking about the blond several times, wondering if he was stressed about tomorrow and if he had any before-game rituals. Harry, for example, would always eat his favourite dessert, treacle tart, and spend the evening cleaning his broomstick. But why was he interested in what Malfoy was doing anyway? It was none of his business, after all. He shook the thoughts about the Slytherin off and forced himself to fall asleep.
The next morning, Harry was woken up by a loud thump as Neville tripped over his trunk and fell on the floor. The rest of the boys were already up, only Seamus sat still on his bed, yawning, while Dean's poor singing was coming from their bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Harry left the dorms together with Ron. After meeting Hermione in the common room, all three of them made their way to the Great Hall. As they were eating, Harry noticed Malfoy wasn't there. Maybe he had already had breakfast.
Soon, other Gryffindors joined at their table and half an hour later students began flooding out of the school, all making their way unhurriedly towards the quidditch pitch.
Surprisingly to everyone, the game was very even. Hufflepuffs had clearly made some progress, Harry thought, his gaze every now and then drifting to find Malfoy high above the pitch. He realized he was clenching his fists in anticipation and quickly relaxed his muscles, trying to convince himself he wasn't really hoping for the Slytherins to win when all of his friends around him were cheering for the Hufflepuff team. A feeling of something suspiciously resembling guilt seemed to stick to Harry for the entire game, but even though in his head he kept telling himself he didn't want Malfoy and his bunch of morons to triumph, he could feel the tiniest spark of excitement whenever the blond Seeker dove to chase the Snitch.
His inner battle lasted more or less an hour, until Malfoy ducked suddenly and sped up. The Hufflepuff Seeker noticed the little ball too late, jerking the handle of his broomstick in the direction to which Malfoy rushed. Harry didn't allow himself admit that his heart stopped for a second as one of the bludgers brushed past Malfoy's head, almost knocking him off his broom. Neither did he accept the rush of relief that flooded him when the blond managed to avoid the collision and leaned over his broom even more, increasing the speed. Everyone held their breath, ignoring the Hufflepuff chaser scoring for her team, and all eyes focused on Malfoy as he slowly let go of the handle, supporting himself with one hand and reaching with the other forward. Less than two seconds later, the long fingers closed around the Snitch and Slytherins roared in unison as Madam Hooch blew her whistle, declaring the victory of the Slytherin team.
Everyone around Harry groaned in frustration, Dean and Seamus booing openly at the final score, and Harry himself had to purse his lips to stop a small, unexplainable smile from appearing on his face. He managed to pull a very displeased expression, hoping it was believable enough for no one to notice it was fake.
He watched Malfoy as the blond swirled a couple of times in the air around the goal posts and then was approached by his teammates who started to pat his back and high five him. Malfoy himself flashed his perfectly white teeth in a satisfied smirk, bringing the Snitch high above his head for everyone to see.
Harry had to tear his gaze away from the blond as Hermione tugged on his sleeve to get his attention. All students started slowly departing from the stands, and so Harry along with his friends joined the crowd and returned to the castle.
He was lying in his bed when something hit the small window of the dormitory. When the sound occurred again, he threw bed sheets away and walked up to the window, quickly noticing that the noise was caused by Hedwig, who was taping the glass with her beak. His eyebrows furrowed, Harry quickly opened the window and let her in. He immediately spotted a small piece of parchment attached to her little leg and took it, giving his owl a light pat on head. He unfolded the paper, his eyes widening as he read the note:
'Wait for me in my dorm.
On my bed, naked.'
Harry stared at the message in shock. He didn't have to wonder who its author was. A shiver run down his spine as he read Malfoy's instructions over and over, excitement growing and overflowing his whole body. He scrunched the note into a paper ball and hid it in his robe, then opened his trunk, grabbed the invisibility cloak and, having ensured he was covered and impossible to notice by anyone, left his room, wondering how long exactly it will take Malfoy to come back from what Harry supposed must have been a Slytherin celebration party.
He cautiously approached the dungeons, thankfully arriving at the entrance of Slytherin dorms just in time to slip into the common room when two girls with what looked like tones of makeup were leaving.
Yeah, definitely a party, Harry thought.
The common room was completely empty, which Harry took for a good sign. He made his way to boys' dormitories and climbed the stairs to finally open the door to the room he'd visited so many times already. The dorm, just like the common room, was deserted. Harry sighed in relief. He shrugged the cloak off his shoulders and put it away, in one of the corners of Malfoy's bed.
For the first time Harry had an opportunity to look around the room. Out of the five beds, he had no doubts as of which ones belonged to Crabbe and Goyle; they were covered with candy wrappers and half-emptied boxes of Chocolate Frogs and Bartie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. The bed closest to the bathroom was a total mess; trousers, shirts and socks (Harry really hoped they were at least clean) were thrown all over the bed and everywhere around it, lying on the floor so that it was pretty much undetectable. Harry guessed it belonged to Nott. Somehow, he could imagine the boy functioning perfectly fine in that chaos. That meant the last bed, the one to the right side of Malfoy's bed, must have been Zabini's. Which kind of made sense; out of all four dorm mates, he seemed most probable to have an intelligent conversation with, deducing from what Harry had noticed over the years spent in Hogwarts.
Finally, his gaze rested on Malfoy's bed. He climbed on it cautiously, as if he was afraid Malfoy would notice. Well, it's not like he hadn't been invited, after all. It felt weird though, being in his bed alone, waiting. Harry quickly remembered he was supposed to undress, which, honestly, he found both stupid and exciting. Stupid because he was sure he would freeze in the ice cold dungeons without his clothes on. Exciting because…yeah, no, he didn't really know how to explain that.
After a minute or two of hesitation, he pulled his shirt over his head, next reaching to unzip his trousers. He pushed them down, yanking off his socks and throwing everything on the floor, next to the bed. The curtains were still open, so he bent forward to shut them tightly, just in case someone else came back to the dorm before Malfoy. Once he was done, Harry settled comfortably against the headboard and finally reached for the waistband of his briefs. They slid down his lean legs and a second later joined the rest of Harry's clothing on the floor.
Alright, why was he doing it, again?
Right, because Malfoy had told him to.
And since when did he listen to whatever that blond git said?
Oh, yes. Since Malfoy had been making him come harder than he ever had in his life.
Now that he was sitting there stark naked, nervousness took over. He started having doubts if this was a good idea after all. On the other hand, he knew that if he didn't fulfill Malfoy's instructions, he would probably be receiving a very painful spanking later, so eventually he decided to quiet the hesitation and find himself something to do while waiting. He grabbed his wand and cast lumos in order to be able to see something in the dark room. He looked around, but Malfoy's part of the room, unlike the one of Nott's, was perfectly clean and organized; the blond didn't seem to own many things, and if he did, all of them must have been hidden in his trunk and closet. Harry's gaze moved to the night stand, where he spotted a familiar, thick tome. He reached for the book he noticed Malfoy reading a couple of days ago in the Great Hall; the one about quidditch. He'd never seen it before, which was odd, because he already knew all books on quidditch available in Hogwarts library by heart. Malfoy must have got it from home.
He opened the book on the first page and skimmed through the text; he had definitely never read it. As he needed some sort of activity while waiting, he decided he could spend that time reading about his favourite sport, hoping that quidditch would distract him from the fact that he was naked in the Slytherin dorms.
After about forty minutes had passed, Harry heard a sound coming from the staircase. He held his breath, waiting.
A moment later someone opened the door and entered the room quietly. Harry quickly put the book aside, back on the night stand, and sat up, listening to the sound of shuffling feet until the curtains were opened and Harry caught a glimpse of blond hair. He sighed in relief at the sight of Malfoy and not one of his dorm mates. The Slytherin was wearing his usual outfit: black trousers and a white button-up shirt with a tie. He closed the curtains behind him and let his gaze drop on the bed. He scanned Harry's naked body and hummed in approval, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
Using his wand, he cast the silencing spell on their surroundings and without saying anything more, he reached his hand to loosen his tie, approaching the bed with a rather predatory look in his eyes. Harry bit on his lip in anticipation as the blond slowly climbed on the bed, finally releasing his neck from the tie, throwing it to the side, before he crawled up to Harry. The Gryffindor had no chance to utter a single word as Malfoy's lips crushed his in a demanding kiss. Slightly dumbfounded, Harry quickly regained his composure and started kissing back. Malfoy pushed him lightly onto the pillows, into a lying position, and covered his body with his own, settling between Harry's legs. Sometime during the kiss, Malfoy's hands reached up to unbutton his shirt. He struggled with the buttons, so, eventually, he broke the kiss and pulled back an inch, his lips still enticingly close to Harry's.
Harry watched as the long fingers undid each button of the white shirt, his eyes finding Malfoy's right before the blond dipped his head for another kiss.
He finally freed himself from the shirt and threw it aside, bringing his hands to Harry's hips. They snogged passionately, without parting even when Malfoy sat back up, Harry following, chasing after his lips, suddenly finding himself in the blond's lap. Malfoy's arms encircled Harry's waist and Harry groaned into his mouth, bringing his own arms up to wrap them around the Slytherin's neck, steading himself. It was an unconscious movement, but even when he'd realized he was practically hugging Malfoy, he couldn't bring himself to let go, too caught up in the kiss.
The cool hands began stroking his sides, making him squirm in the other's lap, pushing more into his chest. The kiss turned even hotter when Malfoy's tongue entered Harry's mouth and started exploring. Soon enough, Harry, at first not very aware of his own actions, started to move his hips, grinding down on Malfoy's groin. Both boys groaned in pleasure as their erections rubbed against each other, Harry's bare one leaving a small wet spot on Malfoy's trousers.
Malfoy's hands slid down from his sides to hips, encouraging the needy movements, before they moved around and grasped Harry's naked buttocks, squeezing them and pressing their groins together, not letting go of Harry's lips for a moment.
After several moments, Malfoy leaned in more and more, pressing forward, causing Harry to lean back until he lay once again on his back with Malfoy on top of him.
"You're lucky, Potter," he breathed against Harry's lips, finding his emerald eyes. "Today, I'm in a bloody good mood." He kissed Harry, giving his bottom lip a teasing lick before he moved down to his neck.
Moist tongue trailed up and down the smooth skin of his throat, teasing and nipping lightly, before it found a particularly sensitive spot at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Malfoy smirked against the hot skin at the whimper that had left Harry's mouth. He let his teeth scrape the spot, making the boy underneath squirm and pump his hips up in an involuntary reaction. He went on soothing the pain with gentle little licks before he closed his mouth around the spot and sucked hard, intent on leaving a mark. He would fucking brand Potter.
He sucked, making Harry groan, letting go after a short moment. He pulled back slightly to admire his work; now, there was an angry red mark adorning the perfectly smooth skin, already bruising into deep violet. Malfoy hummed in approval to himself before diving in to kiss more of Harry's body. His lips trailed downwards, leaving a path of hot, wet kisses across the Gryffindor's chest, then abdomen, until he stopped at his belly button. After teasing it with the tip of his tongue, he pulled back again, moving a bit backwards. He applied small pressure on both inner thighs, causing Harry to spread his legs open, then nestled between them comfortably, slowly trailing his hands up, caressing his thighs.
He caught Harry's eye. The Gryffindor's emerald pupils widened in shock as Malfoy, not breaking the eye contact for a second, wrapped his hand around the base of his straining cock and hovered over him with a smug smirk. Excruciatingly slowly, Malfoy parted his lips and took Harry's erection into his mouth.
Harry cried out, arching off the bed at the feeling. He squeezed his eyes shut, grasping at the sheets tight enough for his knuckles to go white. His mouth hung open, unable to close, as loud, high-pitched noises kept flowing from between his lips. He had never felt something like that before; his whole being seemed to be reduced to his cock that was now being consumed by Malfoy.
His achingly hard length was surrounded by so much heat, the tunnel of Malfoy's mouth hot and wet, so incredibly moist that he felt as if he'd lost all of his sanity. And then Malfoy started to slowly move his head up and down his length, and Harry actually went insane.
"Oh gods," he moaned, writhing in pleasure, as Malfoy's lips kept working on his cock. "Ahh…Oh fuck, D-Draco!"
The blond almost choked.
Did Potter just call his first name?
AN: There you go, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it!
You asked for more updates - sorry to keep you waiting, but I've just started another academic year at my uni and have loads of work to do...:( I promise I'll try to update regularly, though! I think we're not even halfway through with the story so I'm definitely not going to abandon it and will update for sure, even if it may take a while :)
Thank you for all the comments you leave in the reviews section - it means a lot, really! I'm happy you like the story and hope you'll find the chapters to come just as great!
Love you all!