Later that day, when evening came, Harry read the note that lay on his bed.
It read "Prefects bathroom. Ten o'clock," in the elegant cursive handwriting he knew so well.
Prefects bathroom? What did Malfoy want to do there? Taking a bath together was not exactly what Harry had in mind for the evening, but on the second thought, considering they both would be naked, he still had good chances of getting his release.
At the very thought of coming, Harry reached his hand down and adjusted his trousers that were still uncomfortably tight. Gods, how he wanted to come. He had been red in his face from embarrassment since the awkward conversation with Ginny; the girl now knew more that Harry would ever want anyone to find out. Yet he didn't understand how she could be so…alright with this. Harry himself couldn't quite accept the fact that he continued doing all those things with Malfoy, and, gods forbid, that at the same time actually enjoyed them.
After his dorm mates finally said their goodnights and went to sleep, Harry grabbed his cloak and slipped out of the tower.
Careful not to bump into anyone, he made his way through the corridors and quickly climbed the staircase. Once he finally reached the fifth floor, he searched for the door he remembered from his fourth year; that was the last time he'd used it, during the Triwizard Tournament. After the second task, he avoided coming back here, mostly due to Moaning Myrtle's frequent visits to the bathroom, but partially because it sometimes reminded him of Cedric.
He felt a sting of guilt in his chest at the memory of the seventeen-year-old.
"No," he muttered, trying to shake the feeling off himself quickly. "Not now."
Eventually, Harry reached the familiar statue of Boris and mumbled the password given to all prefects, headboys, headgirls and quidditch captains. The statue moved, revealing the entrance to the enormous bathroom and Harry stepped in, taking off the cloak. Yeah, it was as huge as he remembered. And just as clean.
With a short sigh, he walked past the row of toilet stalls and sinks, finally reaching the central and largest part of the room, where the tub of the size of a pool was. Harry noticed with satisfaction that the tub was already filled with water and soap bubbles. However, the thing that grabbed all of Harry's attention was a blond-haired Slytherin boy, who was seated comfortably with his back resting against one of the tub's wall, his upper body still above water. His eyes were closed and he looked more relaxed than Harry had ever seen him before; his features were not adorned by the frown he usually wore, and his lips were slightly open.
"I see you finally made it here," Malfoy said suddenly, making Harry jump in place. The Slytherin opened his eyes slowly and looked straight at the Gryffindor, raising one of his elegant eyebrows at him. "Well? Are you going to get in or not?"
Harry blinked. "Uh, yeah. I guess." He quickly realized he had to lose his clothes first and so he sent Malfoy an expectant look. "Can you, er, turn around or something?" he mumbled, feeling his face going red a bit.
Malfoy just tilted his head to the side and smirked.
"Oh, Potter, you can't possibly be shy, now, are you?" he sneered. "Go ahead. Oh, and make it interesting," he added, shifting in place so as to have a better view.
Harry didn't move an inch. "Interesting?" he asked, trying to convince himself his voice didn't sound too high. What did Malfoy think he was, a stripper? He blushed at the thought alone. There was no way in hell he would entertain th…
Once again, his train of thoughts was interrupted by Malfoy. "Forget it. Just get on with it," he said impatiently, rolling his eyes.
Harry clenched his teeth, but put the cloak aside. He started with his jumper, and then reached for the T-shirt he wore. Malfoy watched how the thin material slid up, revealing more and more skin of the Gryffindor's nicely toned abdomen. Quidditch did have its good sides after all, of course apart from smashing your enemies on the field.
Aware of the blond's careful stare, Harry blushed even more. Once without his shirt, he reached for his trousers and pulled them down, trying to ignore the fact that Malfoy would see that he was still hard.
Harry hesitated when he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his shorts. Chewing on his lip, he looked up, only to be met with an expectant gaze on the Slytherin's face. With hands shaking slightly, he gulped and slid the underwear down his legs.
Malfoy barely managed to stifle the low chuckle that tried to escape him as he watched Potter as he stood there awkwardly, shifting from one leg to another. An intense flush was spreading from his face down across his chest. Beautiful, Malfoy thought, and immediately reprimanded himself in his mind for using such a word to describe saint Potter. He could have some fun though; he could make him wait just a tiny bit longer and watch him squirm in place.
"Turn around," he said, keeping his voice low. The Gryffindor furrowed his brows and looked as if he was about to protest, but something in Malfoy's voice must have convinced him to comply. Slowly, he turned around, clearly uncomfortable under the watchful eye of his long-time rival. Draco knew exactly what he wanted to do with him.
His smirk widened. "Well," he said, making Harry turn around again, "get in already, would you?"
Taking a deep breath, Harry took one step, then another, until he reached the edge of the bathtub. A long sigh left his lips as he stepped into the hot water, his muscles relaxing almost instantly. Once in the water, he didn't feel so exposed anymore.
He looked at Malfoy, who nodded at him to come closer. The water moved around him as he neared the Slytherin and stopped right in front of him, not knowing what to do next.
"Erm," he mumbled, awkwardness sipping back into his voice, "so what now?"
Malfoy grinned. He grabbed Harry by his wrist and pulled him so that he landed in the blond's lap, straddling him.
Harry's breath hitched a little at the sudden closeness; they were both completely naked, skin on skin, slick and soft. Long fingers started to stroke Harry's thighs, thumbs making small circles, causing Harry to be barely able to stop a purring sound from escaping his throat.
They were looking into each other's eyes for a moment, enjoying the newfound intimacy, before they closed the distance between their faces. Lips caressed lips, tongues teased and tasted mouth. The sounds of their making out filled the whole room, interrupted only by the soft burbling of water around them.
Harry could no longer ignore the hard-on he was developing, especially when he was so close to Malfoy; he could feel the heat coming from the other boy' crotch. Without thinking about it, he started moving his hips, causing a long moan to leave both of them at the sweet friction.
The fingers on his thighs moved up and tightened on his hips, encouraging Harry to keep going.
When the need for air became impossible to ignore, Harry pulled back slightly, just enough to breath. He was successfully distracted by Malfoy, whose lips focused on ravishing the smooth skin of his neck.
"Malfoy," he panted.
"Get out of the tub."
It took Harry a moment to process the meaning of the words. He looked at the Slytherin, furrowing his brows. "What? Why?" he asked.
He relaxed a bit when Malfoy gave him a quick, gentle peck on the lips. "Get that pretty arse of yours out," he murmured. Before Harry managed to ask what for, he was graced with an impatiently raised brow of the blond. Without further delaying, he slowly got up from the other's lap, trying in vain to convince himself he didn't miss the warmth of his body already. With one last confused look, he climbed out of the tub. He shivered slightly, the air in the room cool compared with the heat of the water he'd just exited. However, before he could stand up, he was stopped by Malfoy's low voice.
"Alright. Now, get on all fours," the Slytherin said.
Harry turned his head abruptly and looked at him sharply.
"Wha-"
"Oh, don't make a face like that, Potter," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Have I ever asked you to do something that didn't end with you having a fantastic orgasm?"
Harry flushed at the blunt comment. Even though they both knew what Malfoy said was true, he made a pouting face and looked away in embarrassment. "Shut up."
Malfoy smirked at that. "All fours. With your arse facing me," he added.
This time, Harry complied, although his hands shook slightly with nervousness. It wasn't a particularly good position; on the contrary, it was pretty humiliating, getting on his hands and knees, with his bum on display like that.
Harry almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Malfoy's hands on his thighs again. He groaned quietly when these hands moved up to gently stroke his buttocks. Malfoy caressed them slowly, grazing his fingertips over the heated, sensitive skin. It never ceased to amaze him how perfectly round the two globes were. Thank gods Harry had been playing Quidditch since their first year – the effects were more satisfying than Draco could ever imagine.
He was so drawn to them that he slowly lowered his head and placed a kiss on one of the cheeks.
Not expecting it, Harry drawn a sharp breath. "Malfoy?" he asked, unsure of what was going on.
Malfoy didn't respond. Instead, he let his teeth graze lightly across the skin, nibbling on the spot and then easing the sting with gentle licks, making the Gryffindor groan.
Finally, Harry felt him stop and pull back. Curious, he wanted to turn his head back and see what Malfoy was planning to do, but what happened next caused him to freeze completely.
He felt Malfoy pull his arse cheeks apart with both hands, exposing his asshole to the sight. Harry panicked instantly.
"Wha-…wait! What are you-…ahh," he gasped when Malfoy blew gently right over his crack. He wanted to protest, but the feeling was too new, unexpected and…interesting. Harry had never even thought of touching himself there, though he did know that sex between two blokes involved this part of body, at least from what he heard Seamus had once said to Ron and Dean when they were talking about sex one time after drinking. The idea that he and Malfoy were going further was overwhelming and a bit scary, especially that Harry was totally inexperienced. Still, although he wouldn't admit it, it was also exciting.
Malfoy blew again, a stream of warm air caressing Harry's most intimate place. Obviously, the Gryffindor couldn't stay still. He wriggled while Malfoy watched the smooth, pink hole, smirking to himself at the thought that the boy had no idea what Malfoy was planning to do.
Harry froze and then moaned loudly when he felt a hot, wet tongue on his hole as Malfoy gave it one, long lick. He was shocked by what was happening, but all that managed to get out of his mouth was a deep groan. He had never felt anything like that in his life. The little voice in his head, that had told him it was Malfoy's tongue touching his arse, kept nagging him to stop him and run away, that it was a weird and disgusting thing to do. Yet all he did was he bent his elbows and lowered his upper body on the cool floor, raising his bum more in the air. Without even realizing it, he spread his thighs further apart to give Malfoy more access, practically asking for more. Malfoy noticed and smirked to himself, happy with the reaction he received. He pulled Harry's arse cheeks apart even more and run his tongue along the crack, eliciting another breathless gasp from the boy before him. He repeated the action twice more, before he settled on the tight ring of muscle. He gave the tiny hole one teasing lick, then another, causing the Gryffindor to writhe under him.
"Fuck!" Harry moaned, his breath already uneven. "Fuck, Malfoy… ahh…" The blond run the tip of his tongue around the puckered hole, teasing its outer edges, driving Harry absolutely crazy with the sensation. When he finally grazed his tongue over the hole, Harry bucked his hips against the feeling. He groaned and panted, the needy sounds he was making echoing in the large and empty bathroom, making him even more hot and aroused as he could hear himself.
Malfoy kept teasing the tiny hole until Harry was basically pushing his bum into his face. With a wicked smile, he slowly pushed the tip of his tongue into Harry's arse, which caused the raven-haired boy's eyes to roll back into his head.
"Oh fuck! Gods, Malfoy," he groaned, frantically pushing his hips back and forth to get more of the heavenly feeling.
Malfoy's hands tightened as he held Harry in place, and then he sucked hard.
"Nghh!" Harry writhed under his tongue, his whole body trembling. He was no longer able to control his own movements, or sounds that were coming from his mouth. His throat was dry and hoarse from constant moaning and gasping for air.
And then, Malfoy started to slowly fuck the tight hole with his tongue, pushing it in and pulling it out in a lazy, unhurried pace.
It didn't take long for Harry to become desperate. He was close and all he could think about was coming, but every time he thought he was about to finish, there was something missing to push him over the edge.
Malfoy must have sensed his desperation, as he gave Harry's hole two, three more licks and then pulled back. He smirked at the whine he got from the Gryffindor at the loss.
"Get back in here," he murmured, giving Harry a teasing smack on the arse.
Harry barely refrained from asking why in Merlin's name Malfoy had stopped. Instead, he pulled himself together and pushed himself up, just enough to turn around and step back into the enormous tub, where he was immediately pulled back onto Malfoy's lap.
A moment of staring into each other's eyes and they launched their lips onto one other once again. Snogging passionately, Harry began pushing back and forth to bring back the very needed friction. Malfoy's hands were back on his hips, encouraging his enthusiastic movements, while their kissing grew more and more intensive, their erections sliding against each other, skin on skin.
As seconds passed, Harry felt how Malfoy hands move slowly to his sides, making Harry shiver in his arms, and then reach around him and slide down, to palm his arse. He let out a quiet whine while Malfoy continued to caress his bum, fondling it while they rocked their hard-ons together.
Then, a single long finger suddenly sneaked in between Harry's cheeks, causing him to shiver uncontrollably as it run along his crack. He gasped and stopped kissing back when Malfoy so very slowly circled his opening with the tip of his finger. A needy moan that escaped him was embarrassingly loud, echoing in the empty and quiet bathroom.
He pulled back a little, just enough to be able to find Malfoy's eyes. Their gazes met, but Harry didn't say anything. They just watched each other carefully, stares dazed, while the finger kept stroking the tight ring of muscle.
"Draco…" Harry whispered, his voice hoarse and breathless.
The blond almost groaned upon hearing his name spoken in that manner by The Boy Who Lived. Not his family name. His first name. His name.
He let his finger tease the tiny hole a bit longer, before giving Harry's neck a quick lick.
"There's an oil to your right," he mumbled against the wet skin.
Harry, still in daze, looked to the side and back at Malfoy. He didn't even think what Malfoy needed it for, though he did have an idea, but was too overwhelmed with all the sensations to give it more thought, and so he reached for one of the taps, pouring a generous amount of the bathing oil onto Malfoy's outstretched palm. He could smell a faint scent of flowers and something sweet, but barely registered it, too busy with watching how Malfoy spread the oil across his index finger, covering it thoroughly. He held his breath as the blond reached back around him as one hand pulled his cheeks apart.
A breathless gasp came out of Harry's mouth as the now slicked finger touched his hole. It felt amazing, almost as good as Malfoy's tongue, but slightly different; the finger was moist but harder. Harry groaned deeply as it teased his opening, spreading the oil all around it.
Malfoy kept caressing it for several moments, that to Harry seemed to be longer that anything he'd ever experienced, before applying light pressure with his finger.
Harry tensed instantly, his breath gone and body frozen. He looked at Malfoy, who found his gaze immediately.
The blond withdrew the digit, instead palming one of the round arse cheeks, while bringing his other hand to the front. He slid it in between their bodies and grabbed their erections. Harry responded immediately, once again out of breath, letting out a quiet whimper as Malfoy started to stroke both of them with his hand.
They found each other's mouths, lips crashed together, brushing softly but with undeniable passion. Harry was getting closer, but he didn't even dare to think about stopping kissing Malfoy to warn him, he was far too gone in the sensations.
Malfoy must have been close too, because the hand wrapped around their erections sped up, stroking them faster. The blond was swallowing all the noises that kept flowing from Harry's mouth. Just when he sensed that the other boy hips' movements became frantic and uncoordinated, he let his finger to slip between Harry's cheeks once again. One simple stroke over his hole caused Harry to buck his hips and cried out loudly as he was pushed over the edge. Malfoy stroked him through his orgasm, joining him a moment later, their cum combining and covering his whole hand.
Harry's orgasm seemed to have no end; he kept coming, his throat going dry from moaning so much, while stars danced in front of his eyes. He had been waiting so long, the whole bloody day to come, and now he was finally getting his well-deserved release.
Once they both finished, Harry collapsed on Malfoy, hoping the other boy wouldn't kill him for it later. He rested his forehead against the blond's shoulder, both of them panting heavily for several long minutes. Sometime during their recovery, Malfoy had moved both his hands on Harry's thighs, that were still draped around him, and let them stay there while they rested.
When he was finally able to breathe and recognize his surroundings again, Harry lifted his head off Malfoy's shoulder and looked into his grey eyes. The Slytherin watched him for a moment, before, with a smirk on his handsome face, he lurched forward and captured Harry's mouth with his own. The kiss was slow and gentle, and it left them both wanting more.