Harry slammed the door to his room shut, quickly muttering a colloportus to keep everyone out. He lay on his bed and proceeded to stare at the ceiling. Thoughts of Malfoy and his friends and his feelings cluttered his mind. He inhaled slowly, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat. He didn't know how long he'd been lying there. He had refused to come out even when Ron started pounding on the door, telling him it was time for dinner. Nobody had bothered to cast an unlocking charm, probably more bothered with the prospects of being late for dinner. So they had left Harry to sulk in his room.
Harry could not stop thinking about Draco. The earlier confrontation was running through his mind on repeat. Why had it gone south so fast? Why had he been stupid enough to drive Draco away like that? Now there was no chance of getting Draco to fall for him.
It suddenly began to get increasingly hot and Harry decidedly wriggled out of his constricting robes. Beads of perspiration formed on Harry's brow, increasing the discomfort he was now feeling. Since there was nobody in the room and everyone one had presumably gone for dinner, Harry undressed completely, leaving him only in his boxers. The heat was overwhelming and a bit suffocating. What was wrong with him?
Despite the unbearable heat, Harry's mind still wandered off to Draco. He was frustrated that Draco didn't think that he was worthy of him. It was an even worse feeling accepting that he wasn't worthy of the Slytherin.
Acting on pure instinct, Harry pulled down his boxers and freed his throbbing erection, which he hadn't noticed till now. He cautiously wrapped his hands around his erection, wondering at this desperate longing that he felt. He was hard and horny, needing satisfaction and desperate for something he couldn't have. He grabbed the lube he kept in his drawer and lathered it in his hands.
Harry closed his eyes and thought about Draco-his silver prince- those silver eyes, his white hair, those sharp features, that arrogant stride he'd grown attracted to over the years. Memories of the Slytherin flooded his mind and he welcomed the almost calming relief it brought with them.
Pleasure washed over him as his hands worked along his member, throbbing with need, fueled by thoughts of Malfoy.
Harry imagined the Slytherin on top of him, pressing those soft lips to his skin, trailing kisses down his body. He imagined Malfoy with that cocky smile, before he took Harry's erection between his lips. He imagined Draco holding his hips and pushing himself into Harry as he moaned the Gryffindor's name.
Harry's hands moved faster as he worked his erection between his hands, letting himself believe that it was Malfoy touching him. Harry bucked his hips as he pushed himself over the edge. With a final thought, Harry released, all his frustrations and worries and anxieties. He orgasmed onto his stomach, the warm sticky liquid splattering onto himself.
Snape pushed them onto the bed. Draco was panting, desperate to feel him all over. "Severus," he moaned as Snape attacked his neck with his experienced mouth. Draco shut his eyes as he threw himself into the moment, focusing on the way Snape was sucking on the tender skin of his neck. Snape bit the flesh there, knowing that there would be a bruise to deal with later. Snape pressed himself harder onto Draco. Draco jerked his hips upwards, aching for more, wanting to feel Snape all over. He needed to get his mind off Potter, and staying clothed wasn't helping anything.
Draco raked his fingernails across Snape's back, knowing that it would make him moan. Snape instead growled and looked straight into the boy's silver irises. The older man's onyx eyes were dark with lust. Snape's intense stare caused Draco to whimper. Snape smirked at the younger boy's fear and eagerness. Snape planted a hard rough kiss on the boy's lips. There were already bruises forming on Draco's neck and Snape was positive that there were red fingernail marks on his back. This was exactly how Snape liked it. Rough and fast-paced, leaving him short of breath afterwards. He liked the sound of the ragged moans and whimpers of his partner. He liked having another body pressed against his, writhing beneath him. He liked being pleasured and Draco was exactly the person for it.
While Snape would never lie about his feelings for the boy, he wouldn't dare tell Draco that he didn't reciprocate the feelings the blond had for him. It was much better this way, letting Draco believe what he wanted. Snape wasn't a fool and saw the way Draco looked at him in the hallways, the small gestures that Draco did to get his attention. He especially noticed the way Draco frowned when he gave his attention to Potter, even when it was to scold the impertinent Gryffindor.
Snape was brought back to reality when he felt Draco pull down his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. Snape flipped them around and pinned down Draco. The young Slytherin licked his lips and moaned huskily, "I…I need you inside me. Now." Snape was happy to oblige and freed his throbbing erection. Draco stared at it wide-eyed and swallowed nervously. Snape reached for the lube that he knew Draco kept in his drawer. He squeezed it onto his hand and lathered his fingers with it. Snape slowly pushed a finger into Draco's asshole, causing Draco to squirm beneath him. Draco let out a tiny whimper as Snape added another finger into the boy's opening. Snape scissored his fingers apart, stretching the tight opening apart, making the boy moan yet again. Draco was always so tight, just the way Snape liked it. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them and evoking a string of moans from the boy.
Snape knew that Draco loved this, and he loved having the young Slytherin twisted around his finger- physically and metaphorically. Snape pulled out his fingers and wrapped his hands around Draco's erection. He slowly traced a finger up along the underside of Draco's member. The young Slytherin had his hands bunched up in the green silk sheets, eyes squeezed shut, sucking in air through his teeth. Snape circled his fingers around the tip, making Draco buck his hips. Snape licked the tip of Draco's erection teasingly and then took it into his mouth, causing Draco to shudder and buck his hips once more. It was not long before the blond released into Snape's mouth, and watched eagerly as the older man swallowed it all.
Snape went in for another kiss, letting Draco taste himself as Snape pushed his tongue into the boy's doing so, he lined himself up with Draco's entrance and the boy instinctively shut his eyes as he always did, feeling the hot member pressing against his entrance. Without any hesitation, Snape pushed himself into Draco in one swift move, eliciting another moan from the young Slytherin. He held the boys hips as he roughly set a pace for them. Draco clutched the sheets tighter, as Snape pushed into him harder and deeper. It was always like this, fast and unforgiving, deep and passionate. Draco closed his eyes tighter and let the sensations rip through him.
Snape went faster and faster, controlling Draco's hips so he could hit a new spot everytime. By now, Draco was a moaning mess. He had not only forgotten about Harry, but even his own name seemed to be out of reach as Snape pounded into him at a ruthless pace.
With a final push, Snape released into Draco and pulled out. They were both panting and perspiration clung to their naked forms but Snape still seemed to be ready for another round.
Snape pulled the silk sheets over the both of them and laid his head down. Draco, still breathing heavily, put a hand over Snape's chest and pulled him in for a kiss. This was what he wanted, not Potter or anything.
Harry was panting as he came down from his high. He tried to steady his breaths as he looked up at the ceiling. He was still thinking about Draco. No matter what he did, thoughts of the incessant Slytherin still seemed to plague his mind.
Did he want to know where Draco was? Yes, he did. He rolled over and picked up the Marauder's Map from where he had thrown it on the ground in frustration. He gingerly opened it and sought out the person he so desperately wanted. No, needed. His temper flared, when he saw that the Slytherin was with Snape. It certainly wasn't a great shock to Harry, to find out that the pair were together, but it still nagged at him that Draco would choose Snape.
The thought of being with Snape was positively revolting. Harry blanched at the thought of Snape pressing his lips against Harry's skin. He knew that whatever he did was going to be pointless, but whether it was Gryffindor courage, or sheer stupidity, Harry cleaned himself up, pulled on his robes and set off for the Slytherin dorms.
Harry shivered as he entered the dark dungeons. He had no idea how he was even going to gain entrance to the Slytherin Dungeons, let alone get into Draco's rooms. At least he wouldn't have to face the problem of confronting the other Slytherins, since most of them would be at the Great Hall for dinner. Harry took in a deep breath and exhaled as he came upon the wall that led to their common rooms. Now another problem presented itself. How in Merlin's name was he going to get in? His mind immediately went to Hermione who would have probably already thought up a list of possible passwords. Even Ron would have had a spell up his sleeve that could get them in. Harry squeezed his eyes close and racked his brain. What would be Slytherin enough?
It suddenly came to him. With all the recent snooping around he had been doing, he remembered a snippet of conversation between Pansy and Blaise. "Really! Who was the dumb oaf that came up with the password this time? What kind of password is 'Salazar Slytherin'? What's the point of a password if everyone with and without a brain can figure it out!"
"Salazar Slytherin," said Harry aloud, hoping that it was right. Harry entered the Slytherin common room and took it in. The last time he had been here was in second year with Ron, under the guise of Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. It was just as cold as the dungeons outside and the whole room had a greenish tinge to it. As much as Harry wanted to stay and explore, he had come here for a reason.
Harry stormed up to the boy's dorm, seething with rage.
"Alohomora!" shouted Harry, as he spelled the locked door open. While Harry had already come up with countless possibilities of what could be going on, nothing could prepare him for what he actually saw.
Draco shot straight up in his bed, the green silk covers sliding off his naked body and Snape's. Draco tried to scream, but his mouth just opened and closed, eyes blinking at Harry. His mind wasn't even beginning to process that Harry Potter was gazing upon him and their Potion teacher, naked in bed. At least he was positive that Harry was as mortified about the situation as he was. Harry was still standing at the doorway, eyes so wide that there was more white than pupil. Snape too was not spared from the shock, though he seemed much more calm about the whole situation.
"Potter, would you mind exiting the room before I am forced to avada kedavra you," said Snape in such a monotonous voice, that he sounded like he was giving out Potions homework and not threatening to kill someone. Draco wanted to say something. More than that, he needed to say something, even if it was something stupid like, "It's not what it looks like!"
Harry looked like he was about to cry and hex someone all at the same time. Draco could detect the hurt in those emerald eyes and a pang of guilt went through his heart. Why was he feeling guilty for sleeping with Snape? He'd done it before.
Then, it hit him as hard as an expelliarmus. He felt guilty because in that moment he was betraying his heart. It had always been Harry. It was never, and never had been Snape. He had sought out Snape as a distraction, in the hopes that he would forget all about the Boy Who Lived, but he hadn't. It was a temporary relief, but his mind had never let him forget Harry- those emerald eyes, messy raven hair and those godforsaken round glasses that always seemed to be broken. It had always been Harry and now nothing had ever been clearer as it did now- with Draco finally accepting what he felt.