Chapter 9
As Halloween got closer and the holidays approached, Harry and Draco saw a lot less of one another. Harry was so busy with classes, homework, and Quidditch he couldn't keep up. The Saturday afternoon before Halloween, Harry was returning to the castle with massive amounts of mud all over him. Gryffindor had lost their match against Ravenclaw. Harry was cold, wet, covered in mud, and pissed because he had gotten knocked off his broom by a nasty bludger. He went to the common room and everyone looked depressed. Harry grabbed some clean clothes and took off for the prefect's bathroom on the fifth floor; it had the biggest, best tub. The best part was if you tickled the door just the right way, it would let you in without a password. Not many people knew this, but Harry did.
Once in the bathroom, Harry put his clean stuff by the tub. He put a locking spell and a silencing spell on the door, not wanting to get disturbed. Then he ran his favorite taps. One was scented, one turned the water pink, and the other made lots of bubbles. Harry then stripped off all his muddy things and left them in a pile on the floor. Slowly he climbed in the hot steamy water. Lowering himself, Harry, leaned back to enjoy his bath. All of a sudden his mind wandered to the match.
"I can't believe I got hit by that bludger." Harry said out loud, but to himself.
A voice answered him. "Yeah, it looked like it hurt."
Harry's eyes flew open and he looked around. A few feet to his left just behind him stood Draco, leaning casually on the wall by the stalls.
Harry smiled. "Like hell, want to help me forget?"
Laughing Draco shook his head. Harry looked crestfallen. He wanted Draco to come in the tub.
Harry got up and climbed over the edge of the tub. He walked to Draco dripping water down his naked body. Draco gasped as the single drop of water he had been following down Harry's front got lost somewhere by his manhood. Looking up, Draco saw bright green eyes and a smooth jaw. Hot! Harry took his hand.
"Baby?" Harry whispered.
Draco didn't move. He couldn't. The beauty in front of him stunned Draco. Harry stepped forward and removed Draco's tie and shirt without even unbuttoning it. Harry's hand slid down Draco's chest over the muscles to his waistband. Harry paused waiting. Draco nodded and Harry undid his pants. Letting them fall to the floor, Harry removed the boxers below. He pulled Draco to the edge of the tub. Forcing him to sit he removed Draco's socks and shoes. Pulling Draco's arm, Harry led them both to the warm water below. Draco sighed as the water hit him. He sat closing his eyes as Harry had done moments before. Surprised, Draco's eyes opened. There were lips on his. Harry was kissing him. Harry was in control. Slowly Harry used his tongue on Draco's. Finally after a minute or so, Draco grunted in frustration and applied his own pressure to the kiss, deepening it. Harry loved it. He had pushed him so far. Ending the small pleasure to find more, Harry pulled away. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco lifting him to the side of the tub. Draco's feet were hanging towards the water even with Harry's middle. Harry spread Draco's legs farther apart. Kissing from one knee to the other, skipping the middle, elicited a purr from Draco. Harry smiled. Draco was not tiny. He had more than Harry had expected. Draco's eyes closed and that's when Harry made his move. He slid his mouth onto Draco in one fluid motion.
Draco gasped. "Whoa."
Harry didn't respond. His mouth was busy sliding up and down Draco's shaft. He licked and sucked until they were both on the edge. Harry slid Draco out almost all the way, and then right back into his mouth. Draco moaned loudly. Harry repeated the motion twice more before he got the results he wanted. Draco's hips slid forward and he gripped Harry's shoulders. Draco tasted weird to Harry, probably because he had never tasted anything even close. He didn't spit it out in respect to Draco. Draco had drunk his after all. When Draco finished, he slid himself back into the water. This time, Draco grabbed Harry's wand, not wanting him to have mouthwash, and suddenly a goblet of pumpkin juice appeared. Harry laughed. He drank most of it. Then settled himself near Draco in the now cold water.
"I'm sorry." Draco apologized.
Harry looked confused. "For what?"
"I left huge red handprints on your shoulders." Draco said.
Harry shrugged. "Don't feel them…" Harry paused. "Hold me, baby?" he asked in a whisper.
Draco smiled and slid behind Harry wrapping his arms around Harry's middle. They sat just like that for some time.
Harry pulled away. "Better go!" Draco nodded.
After dressing and emptying the tub they were ready. They exited only after a kiss both vowing to see each other soon.