Chapter 8

Draco's POV

"So Malfoy are you going to just stand there and look pretty all evening or are you going to let me pass?"

"Now why would I want to move... when I have you in such a deliciously enticing position."

This was it, he finally had Potter on his own, away from his interfering friends. This was possibly the only chance he would have to finally let loose and poor himself into Harry, finally letting out what he had held in for so long. He slowly backed Potter against the tiled wall, a lustful glint in his eyes, a domineering smirk planted firmly across his lips. He had succeeded in pressing the slightly smaller, raven haired boy into the cold of the wall behind him. Leaning his hands against the tiles on either side of Harry's head. His gaze lowering, scanning the look on the Potter boy's face, he could tell that there were mixed feelings lurking within those eyes. Draco ran his tongue across his own lips, licking them hungrily, in a tantalizingly slow motion. He could feel the warm breath being emitted from the soft. pink, and alluring lips of the other male, as he drew his own closer and closer to the emerald eyed boy. Lowering his lips to whisper huskily into Harry's ear. Every word filled with more and more wanting.

"I know you want me... I can tell"

He lowered one hand from the wall to brush it gently across the growing length that Harry had tried so desperately to hide, but with little success. As he felt the shudders from the other male, his mind was sent into sweet convulsions. The smirk ever growing. It was killing him to hold back so much, but he wanted to feel Harry give into him. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would eventually need Draco as much as he needed Harry. This time he would pull away, only to see how long it would take before Harry would realise what he was missing. He planted a light kiss on Harry's cheek and pulled away almost immediately after. The blonde walked away from the raven haired boy, noticing Harry's towel hanging to the side of the shower, he decided it best that Harry have a little privacy to consider things. And with a final glance and a smirk, he threw the soft white towel over to the 'exposed' famous boy wizard and walked out of the shower room.

Now this is power, he thought, slightly amused at the other boy's reaction to Malfoy's sudden actions. He pondered to himself slightly as he made his way to the changing room, to pulled his clean school trouser over his slim legs, buttoned, zipped. His arms pushed through the crisp white school shirts arms, unbuttoned for the moment. He seated himself on the little wooden bench behind him. He sighed and was considerably pleased with himself, what he had done had almost made him forget just how tormented he was feeling. Almost. He leaned back, resting his head against the wall. This was all in fun of course, this teasing, it was in his nature, and his hormones to be that way.

He played about with the buttons that lined the side of his shirt, while his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the nude Harry Potter, what a delicious lithe body he had, his slightly sun kissed skin was alluring, those bright green eyes that pierced into the depths of Draco's soul. Damn, I've got to stop thinking about him. The reason for his abrupt halt in his admiration of the raven haired boy wizard, were that it was all making him incredibly aroused, his hand had accidentally brushed against the growing bulge within his school pants. He bit his lip and demanded that the thoughts be thrown from his mind. He took a deep shaky breath hand exhaled loudly before standing up and buttoning his shirt up. He felt a little calmer and threw his robes around himself, his tie hanging loosely about his neck and his shoes and socks back on his feet. He grabbed his dirty quidditch robes and exited the changing room. Walking over to the basket where all the other robes where placed, he threw them in carelessly and turned to leave. But was stopped by the sight of a still slightly wet Harry potter stood in the exit doorway, a white towel clinging to his hips, albeit loosely. His breath caught in his throat slightly, the sight alone was breathtaking. He gulped slightly before his cool, hard faced facade took over once more.