"Look at me, Potter."
Harry glanced up, only to find Malfoy's face inches from his own. Malfoy's expression was undiscernable, his gray eyes showing no sign of the plan he had in mind.
Thus, Harry was unprepared when Draco Malfoy slipped his tongue into his mouth. His eyes widened, but after a split second he returned the kiss with all the force he could muster. The rage he had felt just moments before as they dueled seemed to Transfigure itself into passion. With the hand that was not embedded in Harry's hair, Draco flicked his wand and the ropes binding Harry disappeared. Falling from his entrapment, Harry landed on top of Draco. Draco's mouth tasted so good. Their lips broke apart as Harry got up and straddled Draco, who lay flat on his back. Crossing his arms and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, Harry pulled it off to expose his skinny yet toned figure.
A bare-chested Harry descended once again upon Draco, whose black bathrobe had also fallen open. His frame was slightly more muscled than Harry's, but just as soft and smooth. Harry and Draco grinded their respective erections against each other's leg. Hands glided against flesh that was not their own. Soft skin was pleasant in contrast to the hard muscle underneath.
Harry did not know how but he was, all of a sudden, on his back, his pajamas around his ankles. The cold stone of the floor made him shudder. His shakes suddenly turned into full on convulsions as Draco brought his mouth around the head of Harry's cock. He swirled his tongue, savoring the taste of it all, and suddenly deepthroated the full nine inches of member. Harry's back arched as waves of pleasure coursed through his very soul. Harry looked down and the sight of Draco's white-blonde head bobbing up and down on his cock caused Harry to throw his head back and moan as he released his hot seed down his lover's throat.
Draco took advantage of Harry's momentary paralysis to flip him onto his back.
Harry felt Draco's press up against him. Eagerly, Harry bucked his hips, driving Draco inside him. Malfoy's moan was deafening; Harry had not realized his head was resting on his left shoulder. Draco drove into Harry's ass harder and harder. Screams and moans intertwined and filled the classroom. Draco was somehow able to concentrate hard enough to tease Harry's nipples and kiss his neck. Harry pumped furiously on his own cock, trying to kep with Draco's even motion.
He knew what was going to happen before it did. Draco's rhythmic thrusting was interrupted by a sudden bucking motion and Harry felt something hot inside him. A few last strokes caused Harry to cum for the second time, the contractions of his body milking Draco's cock clean.
The pair collapsed on the floor, exhausted. A bright moon shone through the window and cast a pale light on Draco's sleeping face. Harry put his arm tenderly around the boy who had been his sworn enemy hours before. He admired the smooth, sweaty body, tracing circles acrosshis back. As Harry drifted off to sleep, he realized something: he wasn't very hungry anymore.