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Right let's get this show on the road then folks! Got a bloody load of reviews for this one so I'm guessing you guys liked it? Enjoy!
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Malfoy slammed Harry into the castle wall and attacked his mouth. Harry tried to struggle against an inexplicable force that was trying to make him kiss Malfoy back, but all he managed to do was let out a weak whimper before his mouth securely fastened on Malfoy's. He grabbed Malfoy's shoulders and used them as leverage to press himself tighter into Malfoy's hard chest.
The Nymph had done something-the bloody witch- and now all Harry wanted to do was throw Malfoy on the floor and have his wicked way with him. This was certainly not something Harry usually had the desire to do so obviously there was another factor that was making him do these things to Malfoy. Sure he had fantasies about Malfoy, but these were usually very violent and ended in Harry standing over Malfoy's disfigured body. At the moment, all that was running through his mind was images of Malfoy naked and panting.
Now don't him wrong, he was a hormonal teenage boy so naturally images of people naked appeared occasionally in his mind. But those images were usually ones of girls. Call Harry stupid but Malfoy definitely wasn't a girl. Harry didn't even know if he was attracted to guys. It wasn't like he had a whole lot of experience with these matters. Of course The Boy Who Lived had had offers from people, but it was completely obvious they only wanted him for his fame not for his personality or hell even his body.
The way Malfoy was attacking him now; well... he definitely wanted Harry for his body. His ripped robes on the floor were testament to that.
Harry furiously kissed Malfoy back whilst pondering on his conundrum. Neville had said that Nymphs had charming powers, didn't he? But could they charm, so to speak, two people into having sex with each other?! That certainly sounded very powerful magic; to completely create an emotion and force it onto somebody, not to mention two people at once. The Nymph must have done this because Harry certainly didn't have any complimentary thoughts about Malfoy before the Care of Magical Creatures Lesson. Actually... he might have thought about how absolutely gorgeous Malfoy's hair was. It was so shiny and soft. God he could run his hands through it all-
Right that Nymph was going down. He was comparing Malfoy's hair to silk for fuck's sake. That just wasn't normal Harry Potter behaviour. At least he didn't think it was... Everything was getting a little bit muddled up in his head now that he thought about it.
He grasped the end of Malfoy's shirt and dragged it over his head, not even bothering to undo the buttons. He ran his hands admiringly over the contours, but cursed himself as he did it. Malfoy certainly wasn't complaining though as he groaned lightly into Harry's mouth. Harry felt a slight rush of pride at this. He of course, put this feeling down to beating Malfoy at fighting the Nymph's magic. It definitely wasn't because he was proud to have made Malfoy make those sexy noises. That would be impossible because the Nymph magic couldn't possible make Harry feel a rush of heat at those sounds, which would mean that Harry was feeling those things completely on his own.
Nope it was definitely pride at beating Malfoy...
Harry's attention was directed to Malfoy as he quickly ripped off the buttons on Harry's shirt and flung it behind his head. Wow, Malfoy was terrible at resisting the Nymph's magic. Harry certainly wasn't diving onto Malfoy's body like a sex starved animal! Unless... Malfoy wasn't trying to fight it.
Harry lifted his head after several attempts at trying to free his lips, and looked into Malfoy's eyes. They were glazed over, but it didn't look like some kind of magic. No, scarily it looked like passion; something Harry would never imagine Malfoy having for him. Maybe a passion to sever Harry's head from his body, but definitely not one that involved Harry on the ground naked.
Malfoy latched his mouth onto Harry's neck and sucked with a force that must have been at least a 3 on the Fujita scale. Harry couldn't help moaning and letting his head drop backwards to rest on the stone of the Hogwarts wall. It might be Malfoy, but God did it feel fantastic.
Harry vaguely noted Malfoy moving up his neck to Harry's jaw through his pleasure induced haze. Actually everything had been slightly hazy since the Nymph had done her weird voodoo magic on him. Everything had seemed rather insignificant compared to the fact Malfoy had him pressed up against a wall. It was like he was framed in an aura of gold. All of his attention was focused solely on Harry.
Harry couldn't help wondering what the Nymph's words had meant though. She had said Malfoy stared at him a lot. In what way though because if it was the usual spiteful way then Harry wasn't too shocked, but she had sort of implied he had been looking at Harry in a more...sexual way. Well, he was definitely looking at Harry in a sexual way now. A hand sliding his trousers and boxers down and grasping his erection quickly short circuited that thought.
Harry gasped as everything suddenly came into focus. It was like a switch had flipped in his brain and set the world to multicoloured. Sure he had known he was kissing Malfoy against a wall but it had never really registered that anybody could come across them. Well that was a bit unrealistic as everybody had classes for the entire morning and they were leaning against a fairly shaded bit of the castle. Still, Harry tried to separate his mouth to choke out a sentence to Malfoy.
"Malfoy", Harry struggled to get out but Malfoy had obviously decided that he liked a silent Potter best. He sped up the hand stroking Harry's cock. Harry was fairly panting at this point and the pleasure was getting too much. If Malfoy didn't finish the job now, he would go mad. Screw trying to hide them, Harry was getting release and now! He rushed to unbuckle Draco's belt and slide down his trousers- a feat quite difficult when one's legs feel like they could buckle at any moment. When he finally got them off he pressed himself tighter against Malfoy, who unfortunately moved his hand away.
Harry protested- whined- but Malfoy quickly stopped him with a hasty kiss. He grasped Harry's thighs and wrapped them around his waist. Harry's back was getting a little scratched on the stone but he couldn't have cared less at this point. Harry's cock was brushing against Malfoy's in his boxers and Harry felt like he was in heaven. He rolled his hips towards Malfoy's and watched as his eyes closed and an almost pained pleasure flickered across his face. God he was so hot.
Malfoy quickly stilled Harry's hips and summoned his wand from his trousers. Harry looked at the wand warily, but Malfoy decided to take this opportunity to press his groin against Harry's. Pleasure flooded his senses and he let his head loll backwards against. The cold, slightly uncomfortable feeling in his insides afterwards certainly was not pleasurable at all however. He jerked slightly away from Malfoy at the feeling, wondering if maybe he had hexed him. Malfoy gripped his hips slightly and massaged them slowly, as if to reassure Harry. He leaned forward and deposited a sweet kiss on Harry' lips. Harry started to kiss back when Malfoy unexpectedly skewered him.
At least that's what it felt like.
Harry let out a strained breath. Oh my god, he was having sex with Draco Malfoy and it bloody hurt! What the hell was going on?!
He knew he had been sexually frustrated, but the burning pain in his behind was quickly making his erection diminish. He wiggled uselessly; trying to make Malfoy retreat immediately, but all he received was a shallow thrust for his efforts.
Oh.
That actually hadn't felt that bad.
Harry gripped Malfoy's shoulders and tightened his legs minutely on Malfoy's hips. Malfoy took this as a sign of encouragement and awarded Harry with another shallow thrust. Harry moaned and rested his head against Malfoy's neck. That certainly felt better than before. His erection was in no danger of receding now.
Malfoy set up a rhythm of shallow thrusts into Harry. It was absolutely amazing, but Harry needed more. He attempted to push himself downwards, willing Malfoy to go in deeper, but all he managed to do was scrape some skin off his back. He hissed in pain and bit his lip harshly. Malfoy looked worried at him, but continued to thrust shallowly.
"Malfoy", Harry whimpered, "Please". Malfoy had obviously been waiting for Harry to beg, and as soon as Harry had finished talking he drove upwards quickly. Harry groaned loudly at the feeling of being completely full. He wouldn't last much longer but he would try to hold on as long as possible. His plan was foiled unfortunately.
"Harry", Malfoy breathed as he thrusted. Oh that did it. Harry emptied himself in between them and Malfoy quickly followed. They slid down the wall and rested with Malfoy on top of Harry. Hmm that reminded him, he needed to ask Malfoy something important. Something he suspected he knew already.
"Malfoy", he said smirking, "why are you taking Care of Magical Creatures?"
His answer was a bright flush that made its way across Draco's face.
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Well guys, I hoped you liked that. In case people didn't realise: Nymph put a weird attraction thingy (I'm not gonna get too technical) on Harry. It broke when Malfoy starting getting hands on so they were having sex of their free will. Malfoy was doing it all willingly because he likes Harry :P
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