A/N: Since it took me so long to get this one out, due to circumstances beyond my control… Ok, let's not fuck around; I was stupid enough to leave my disc-on-key at home without making backups for things in the university. Anyway, my beloved disc-on-key has returned to me and now I can post again. As far as apologies go- I'm really sorry. So I decided to post two chapters at once, just to give you something extra.
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Draco
"Hmm, Pansy, can I ask you something?" You can do it Draco, this is your best friend after all, and she's not going to laugh at you. Ok, scratch that, she's going to laugh her head off, for the rest of both your natural life… But this is something that must be done so, here goes nothing.
"Sure love, anything for you."
"Well, it's kind of personal and embarrassing…" And then her eyes lit like little stars. Good thing I managed to snatch her into an unused classroom rather than doing this in the common room because I'd probably have to kill her otherwise,
"Does it have to do with sex?" I swear, sometimes I think Pansy is really a lad pretending to be a lass, that or the rumours about girls not thinking of sex 24/7 are completely farfetched.
"Yes…"
"Ooh, brilliant!" Brilliant indeed you corrupted soul, "Come on love, I'm burning with curiosity now." Ok, deep breaths, you can do it…
"Canyouteachmehowtodeepthroat?" very eloquent Malfoy, you do justice to your breeding.
"Come again, love, I didn't quite catch that."
"Can you teach me how to deep throat?" I mumbled, feeling the temperature around my head rising to unbearable heights,
"A little louder, please?" She had one of them 'I heard you loud and clear but if I can get you to say it one more time because you look so cute while embarrassed I'd do it until tomorrow' looks on her face, but I indulged her all the same- I do need her help after all,
"Oh, bloody hell! Can you teach me how to deep throat?"
"Good, now was that so hard?" Her voice pitied and her eyes danced and I wanted nothing more than to smack that stupid sneer off her face,
"I really hate you, you know that?" She patted my arm and smirked,
"Of course love. Now why don't we meet later, someplace more… private for a little… tutelage? Say that legendary Prefect Bathroom of yours?" And here comes the eyebrow lifting to complete my humiliation. I just love my life…
"Sure, after dinner?"
"Perfect. Don't worry love, after tonight Oliver would fall to his knees with gratitude." Not that he isn't already of course…
"Yeah, yeah, see you after dinner." I said and fled the room before she could say anything more. So that's stage one in my 'learn to give a proper blowjob once and for all' operation. After the last time I so miserably failed to do so I decided some professional help is in order and who better to teach me than my good slutty friend Pansy. This decision didn't really help to sooth my nerves over this, though, and it made me feel as if I was doing something wrong. I mean, by all rights I should have turned to Oliver with this, right? But somehow it didn't feel right to ask him to teach me this; I wanted this to be some sort of present for him. Although I'm almost absolutely sure that if I asked him rather than Pansy, the whole 'mocking me' factor would be reduced to near non-existent. What can I say, I'm a masochist sometimes.
But masochist or not, I discovered that the little blood thirsty murderer that I'm sure live in us all got a lot of pampering during dinner when I felt my hand tighten around my utensils every time Pansy turned her little smirk at me. That is defiantly the last time I'm asking her for help!
When I neared the Prefects' Bathroom after dinner I got another little nasty surprise, curtsy of Pansy Parkinson,
"Fuck, Pansy, what is he doing here?"
"And hello to you too, Draco." I shot Blaise a 'shut up right this instant' look, also known as that famous 'Malfoy death glare' and then another one at Pansy, just to let her know I really hate her for this,
"Blaise, this isn't funny! This is a private matter."
"Yes, I know. Pansy told me all about it." He drawled maliciously, I swear by Merlin's balls someone's head is about to fly!
"Hey, don't give me that look," Pansy cried when I shot her another death glare that indicated that her head is the chosen one, "When it comes to blowjobs Blaise is the best in the field." I blinked a couple of times at this rather unexpected explanation,
"Oh and how would you know that?"
"Let's just say that he and Finnigan could use with a brush up of their privacy spells!" She accused Blaise who looked far too smug for someone who's been just accused of public fellatio.
"Oh, good gods I do not want to know that." I groaned miserably, this was a bad, bad idea and now I'm being punished for it.
"Right, shall we go in and start then?" Blaise said, obviously deciding that it was time to get down to business, yippy for me.
"Fine, let's go." I give up… We entered the bathroom and I felt far more self conscious than ever before. Blaise, thoroughly enjoying himself perched himself on one of the marble benches, legs crossed comfortably and arranging his robes around him, he's so prissy sometimes… He's actually a bigger poof than me- at least much more flamboyant than me, as strange as it might sound. It's not really my fault I look like a girl and have a developed sense of fashion; I never tried to emphasis any gay traits in me. People are just naturally idiots.
"First thing I want to know- have you ever sucked a bloke before?" Blaise asked in a neutral voice but I could see that he was just dying for me to say no, so that he could dish out and play on every last bit of superiority he could muster. Sorry to disappoint you mate,
"Of course!"
"Good, than at least you know what a cock that isn't your own looks like." Arrogant little prick!
"Don't boast, Zabini! I'm not some bloody virgin!"
"Yes, but there is a slight difference between the male and female body." He said calmly and I shot a death glare at Pansy, this is entirely her fault after all!
"I know that! I meant that I already had sex with boys." Bloody hell, I'm way too easy to get a rise from… Ok, Malfoy, relax before you say something you really don't want to!
"Lucky them," Blaise drawled dryly and I rolled my eyes, let's get this over with, as fast as possible, please! "Alright, first off, I'd like to see your current technique." I stared at him completely gob smacked for a while, he cannot be serious, can he? Apparently he can…
"What, on you?" Blaise quirked an eyebrow and smirked,
"Why not?"
"Zabini, I swear to Merlin I'm going to bite off that needle-sized prick of yours! And then feed it to the giant squid!" At this point Pansy mercifully stepped in to calm the spirits down,
"Alright, back in your corners, boys!" But if I thought that my humiliation tormenting was over, I had another thing coming to me, "We could use this." She declared happily and presented me with a giant electric purple- dildo! Yes, my best friend, the person I've known longer than anyone else, that I trust above all others is giving me a dildo!! A bloody dildo! And a purple one on top of it all! I was feeling the storm brewing over my head and apparently so did Pansy, "What, you don't like the colour?" She gave me a little smirk and flourished her wand to turn the bloody thing into shocking blue. "Better?"
"My, Pansy where on earth did you get your pretty little hands on such a fine dildo?" Blaise asked, poorly masking his increasing interest behind fake nonchalance. You'd just love to have this one for yourself, wouldn't you? Ponce!
"Girls are allowed to have sex toys too, you know."
"Are they, now?"
"Alright, both of you shut up! I need to concentrate." I snarled at them and they both piped down, only to fix their eyes on me and that stupid silicon dong in my hand. Shit. I took a deep breath and tried to tune them out, and subsequently imagine this was Oliver's dong we were discussing. Not an easy fit considering this one was the wrong shape altogether and blue! But here goes nothing. I reached my tongue slowly and touched the tip of that thing before recoiling- this is so not going to work… I chewed on my lip for a few seconds before reaching a decision. I grabbed my wand and cast a little flavour charm on that thing, Blaise did want to see my technique, right? And since my technique was based on licking ice-lollies, what harm would it do to think of this… thing as one? Not much chance I could imagine it's a real cock anyway. Well, that brings back memories, to the first time I gave Ollie a blowjob… that was awkward then, and this is extremely awkward now.
Focus Malfoy! Long swipes of the tongue around the… thing, nice and slow, and then take the head in, suck gently… yes, that's right, nice and slow…
"He's not half bad, interesting technique." I could hear Pansy whispering behind me but I tried to block her out, not the most suck-inspiring, that.
"Yeah, I bet half his partners don't even notice he doesn't swallow then whole." I cannot even begin to tell you how surreal it feels to have your friends watching you giving a pseudo-blowjob, and then running a commentary on it!!! I swear sometimes I feel like my life is a character from a bloody fantasy book…
"Ok, Draco, you can stop," Oh, blessed Merlin, thank you. "I see what your problem is," I fixed Blaise with one of my wining glares,
"Do you now?"
"Yes," He replied, completely unabashed, "It a little something called gag reflex and how to bypass it." My, Mr. Zabini, did do arrive to this conclusion all on your own? That would have to be 50 points for Slytherin for the first usage of brain witnessed in the last seven years!
"You're actually enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked, every syllable dripping off my tongue dipped in acid, Blaise gave me a blinding smile in return,
"You have no idea! Now, the secret to overcome your gag reflex is to relax your throat and breathe through your nose."
"So, try to avoid giving blows when you have a cold then." Pansy supplied, oh, so helpfully, and both Blaise and I ignored her,
"Now, try again and this time try to relax you throat and get in as much as you can of this lovely specimen of sex toy." So I did, and I gagged so spectacularly that I thought for a second I'm going to be sick all over the bloody floor.
"Fuck!"
"Don't worry about it; the first time is always hard. Be glad you don't have to practice on a real boy. Major embarrassment. Try again." Pansy, again the supplier of totally unnecessary information, chipped in.
"Try not to think about what you're about to do, if you over-think it you're bound to gag." Well, at least Blaise was taking this somewhat seriously,
"It's not that easy, you know." I told him, and licked my lips before plunging for another try,
"Will it help if I supply some background noises?" Since my mouth was elsewhere occupied I couldn't tell him 'No' and the next thing I heard was Blaise moaning deep and Pansy giggling like mad. And this time I almost gagged from laughter. I pulled the bloody dildo out of my mouth and took a couple of ragged breathes, trying to get my breathing back to normal and my face to cease flushing from embarrassment and laughter.
"Gods, are you trying to give me laughter asphyxiation?"
"Try again." And I did, tried and tried again and it took me nearly an hour before I could get my fucking throat-hand-nose coordination to work properly- I mean, you wouldn't think it was this difficult! I think there was some built-in barrier in my brain that prevented me from actually being able to do that sort of thing. Lucius probably hexed me as a child to make sure I didn't turn gay… Or it could be Narcissa, wouldn't put it past her either. Anyway- they both lost!
I leaned back against the wall, thoroughly exhausted, boy, this sucking business is fucking tiring!
"Thanks guys, I really appreciate this, if we could just… keep this between the three of us?" I semi-asked while fixing them both with a glare, Blaise rolled his eyes,
"Fine, but you owe me big!" He huffed. Pansy looked at me with a little smile playing her lips, uh-oh that can't be good…
"Nothing like the sound of a row, post blowjob throat, that sexy tinge would drive any boy mad, especially combined with those plump, red, swollen lips." I opened my eyes wide in alarm, is she shitting me?
"Wha-" I quickly conjured a mirror, and bloody hell, she was right, I looked like… like… Well, like I just been sucking on a fucking dildo for the last bleeding hour! Shit! "Oh, bullocks! I can't go back to the dungeons looking like this! I look like a fucking whore, back from a night's work!" Gods, Oliver would just love this, hopefully I would never have to explain this to him.
"Why not? You could always say that you had a date with a hot guy." Blaise suggested quite unhelpfully, and I growled at him,
"Because, my dearest Blaise," I said sarcastically, "Unlike you, I cannot afford to be outed," And that is so unjust it's just… not fair. "I don't trust all of our house-mates and I would really prefer none of this would travel back to my parents. Pansy, fix me." I ordered regally and turned to her. Pansy, sporting the biggest smirk known to mankind, took out her wand with a flourish and couldn't resist the temptation of digging just another jibe before fixing me,
"I tried, but seems you're drifting strongly to the gay camp."
"If I am, than it's your fault." I answered calmly over the peals of laughter coming from Blaise. Pansy and I pulled faces at each other while Blaise got himself under control and we could leave the bathroom.
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Oliver
Weekdays suck! Poor Draco seemed to be overrun with work lately and I hardly ever get the chance to see him anymore. Yes, we still see each other at meal times, but that's just it- see each other, exchanging furtive and secretive glances trying to communicate wordlessly so that no one would be the wiser. Just seeing him like that every day, three times a day is physically excruciating, and I hate it. I hate having to smile and pretend that I don't want to just walk over and scoop him in my arms and kiss him so passionately he would be left literally breathless. That I don't want to feel that soft, soft creamy skin under my fingertips, seeing those gorgeous granite eyes brimming with love for me. Instead I sit in the Great Hall, forcing myself to conduct small talk with my colleagues and trying not to give myself neck-pain from trying so hard not to stare at Draco like a lovesick puppy. I hate weekdays.
It was Wednesday evening and I was lying in my bed, reading a book that Eva sent me the week before- which surprisingly enough was actually interesting (Eva's literature taste is very different than my own so finding books we both like was somewhat difficult). I thought I heard a soft noise of a door opening but paid no heed to it, since it couldn't possibly be mine, right? Wrong! Seconds after the first woosh came a second and there at the doorway stood my little blond imp, sporting a huge grin and looking as edible as ever.
"Hey gorgeous, what are you doing here?" Good one, Oliver, chase him away why don't you… Draco didn't seem much affected by my surprise as he sauntered to the bed and flopped gracefully on it, his face coming up inches from mine,
"I missed you. Just wanted to say good night." He said and dropped a little kiss on my lips before he made to get up, but of course I wasn't going to let this golden opportunity slip me by (which I'm very well aware of was exactly his plan, but who am I to stand in the way of a possible shag), and grabbed his waist firmly before bringing him over for a proper kiss.
"Fuck I missed you too." I breathed against his heated skin and felt those lovely limbs aligned perfectly with mine.
I wanted to devour him whole, to make him beg for more even when he was so sated he couldn't move anymore. I wanted him to stay here forever, here in my bed, and I didn't really care anymore who would find out. I rolled over and pulled him on top of me, just needing to feel his comforting weight on top of me. Gods, when did he managed to sneak in so deep under my skin that I can no longer pass an hour without thoughts of him plaguing me?
Draco slithered his way down my chest, pushing my T-shirt up (when I sleep alone I actually have a T-shirt and flannel pyjamas bottoms, it's too cold and dreary to be naked…), and nipping, sucking and biting down my chest. It's so amazing to see his hair splayed all over my chest, covering me with blond locks and hiding Draco's face from me, but I don't really need to see him to know how he's doing. I ran my fingers through that flaxen silk, just enjoying the twin sensation of the softness of his hair splayed in the tips of my fingers and the warm moist mouth on my skin.
When my pyjamas bottoms were suddenly yanked away I looked down a little startled, I hardly expected Draco to suck me off or anything. I don't think he likes doing it so much, from some reason. Not that I ever complained when he did, of course. I licked my lips in anticipation for what was surly to come, I love the way Draco gives head it's very unique. I know that a lot of guys would think he suck at it (no pun intended, or maybe yes?), especially when if they say, met him in a bar and only planned to have a little tryst with him in the loo or something- and if I have anything to say in the matter, I won't ever let that happen, Draco deserves so much better than dirty floors and neon lights and some random guy's sweaty crouch in his face. A lot of guys would think he's slow, and too theatrical about it. But I love the way he sucks me, like he cares, like my cock is the only thing he ever wanted in his mouth, like he's making love to my cock. It's brilliant.
I let my head drop, humming contently, my fingers were weaving themselves in Draco's hair, not holding his head just running up and down that golden silk, when I felt my cock being engulfed completely by that heat, tongue massaging the underside of my stiff shaft. It wasn't until my glans hit the back of Draco's throat that my eyes snapped open in shock. Well, this is certainly new… I blinked a couple of times and let my hands drop to my sides. I was savouring the feeling of his mouth going up and down, his tongue slithering around me. It was the first time Draco ever gave me a 'proper' blowjob, and it felt amazing, because it still felt like he was making love to my cock, and not just sucking to get me off as soon as possible. So I let my eyes flutter shut again and just relished the attention.
It didn't take me long to come after that, mainly because Draco seemed to know his way around quite well… wait a second… I looked down at him, he was leaning back on haunches looking particularly smug and pleased with himself, whipping the corners of his mouth daintily and just looking so sweet I nearly forgot about everything else,
"Wow, that was amazing, where did you learn how to do that?" I asked in a husky voice, and he smiled devilishly,
"I've been practicing." My heart gave a painful lurch at those words, practicing? Practicing? Who the fuck with?
"You've been practicing?" I said in a level voice, although the very fibre of my being wanted to scream and kill, Draco seemed to have noticed the subtle mood shift and the growing tense because he looked sheepish all of a sudden,
"Yeah, with Pansy, and a… dildo…" He explained without looking at me, eyes cast down and blush blooming on his cheeks and just like that my roaring chest beast was put to ease and a slow grin started spreading on my face,
"Oh, yeah?" Draco lifted his gaze and when he saw the mirth dancing in my eyes he shoved against my chest, only half playing,
"Stop it!"
"Stop what? I didn't say anything." I chuckled, while he was trying his hardest to stay stoic,
"Whatever it is you're thinking, it didn't happen that way!" That actually was a comfort, because when it comes to Pansy, I wouldn't put anything past her,
"Good!" I said smugly, and that earned me another jab to the ribs,
"Cheeky little git, that's what you are." I caught Draco's hands in mine, more to keep myself unharmed than anything else, really,
"Cheeky little git whose boyfriend decided to learn how to give a proper blow just for him…"
"Well, you know, I figured, it's a useful skill, like if I ever have to…" I stopped him then with a soft kiss, useful skill or not, there's only one person he's going to be using that on!
"Thank you." I whispered against his lips, this has got to be the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, and even if I'll have to endure Pansy's smirk whenever I see her from now on, it was well worth it, because no-one, and I mean no-one had ever put my pleasure so high up his list before. I don't know what I did to be blessed with such a wonderful lover as Draco, but I'm not going to question it either…
"You're more than welcome, I love you." He snuggled close to me, resting his head on my shoulder and sighing in content. It was only then that I realized that while I was having my brains blown out but that blowjob, Draco apparently took care of himself, it was a little disappointing, as I wanted to return the favour, but I finally understand what Draco must feel like after I give him head. That amazing feeling of liquidity that you get from it, like you would never be solid again and you. Just. Don't. Care.
"I love you too," I cooed in his ear, never tiered of saying these words to him, because I know that his heart swells about ten times every time I do, and I can almost feel it and I just love that feeling, it's the first time that hearing those words from a lover makes me feel so blessed, we laid there for a while, just basking in the warmth of each other's bodies. I knew Draco would have to go soon, after all it's a weekday, but I just didn't want this moment to end,
"So how was your day?" I stroked his hair and smiled at the domesticity of it all,
"Exhausting, yours?"
"Oh, I had a brilliant day," I informed him and Draco raised his head to look at me, "I'm finally making progress with Evelyn."
"Explain."
"She's a second year, and she's got this acute fear of heights. From some reason Dumbledore wouldn't give her leave of my class so we have to work real slow. But she managed to get three feet off the ground today!" I said proudly, beaming with pride at my own little success, but Draco, Slytherin that he is gave me a bored look, "That's lovely, let me guess- Hufflepuff?"
"No, Slytherin actually." I answered seriously, hey, he started it!
"You're kidding right?" The utter look of horror on Draco's face was worth it all really, and I couldn't hold back my laughter,
"Yes, she's actually a Ravenclaw, but it was worth seeing you face!" Draco didn't waste a second before he tackled me and attacked my ribs with his merciless fingers. I was already weak with laughter and after-glow and couldn't really give a proper fight back, barely able to try and deflect his attacks, until he was satisfied with his victory and rose to a sitting position, glaring down my whizzing and panting form in triumph. I tried to pull him back to me, but he refused,
"Stay with me tonight." I pleaded and saw the struggle on his face, before he reached a conclusion and bit his lip in regret,
"I can't. Snape will have my head if I'm not in the dorms on a school night."
"Why, doesn't he trust his prefects to keep the order around?"
"Should he? I mean we're Slytherins, we are known to sneak about." He said slyly, hand running down my chest, and I chuckled, he had a point there.
"Bloody Snape!" I muttered, just for good measure.
"That's very sweet of you, but I have to get back. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast." He said with his best 'prefect voice' finger pointing firmly against my sternum. I grabbed his hand one last time before he rose to his feet,
"Will you come tomorrow too?" I asked with a little pout, trying to convey that I really, really wanted to see and touch him tomorrow as well.
"I'll try." He promised and dropped one last kiss on my lips, that naturally turned into another and then another before he finally managed to prey himself away from me and gather his shoes, almost fleeing through the door before he changed his mind. Well, what do you know, weekdays are not that bad. Sometimes.