Draco Haunts Harry's Thoughts by HPFangirl71
The next morning thoughts of his conversation with Draco haunted Harry's thoughts. He was deep in thought as the others at the breakfast table chatted amicably about the upcoming Halloween festivities at Hogwarts. Hermione snapped her fingers impatiently in front of his face to get his attention.
"Oh sorry…" he mumbled. "Were you talking to me?"
"Yes I was." she said, "What's got your thoughts all in a jumble?"
Looking guilty as hell, he swallowed hard and scrambled for a feasible excuse.
"It's nothing… I'm just a bit tired is all. I haven't been sleeping well." he offered up lamely.
"Are you sure that's all it is?" she asked with way too much curiosity.
Hermione was way too observant for her own good. Finally, he decided to tell her what was bothering him.
"Its Draco… has either of you seen him much since we restarted school?"
Ron was the first to reply.
"No and I for one am glad to not see that slimy git. It's made classes that much more enjoyable."
"Ron … Please… we're supposed to be putting our hatreds behind us. It's the whole point of returning for 8th year." Hermione admonished her boyfriend.
Ron gave her a look of silent apology as Hermione continued on.
"Besides, Draco has changed. I've seen it first hand. He actually helped me out in Arithmancy class when my books fell from my book bag. I was really surprised actually."
"It's going to take way more than that to prove himself to me." Ron grumbled.
"Why were you thinking of Draco anyways Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry looked up uncomfortably at her line of questioning.
"It was just something he said to me. Something about him and I not having much choice in the things we did during the war. I know that for myself that I didn't have a real choice. I had to find the Horcruxes to defeat Voldemort. It was never a real choice of my own. I just knew I had to do it to save the people I loved."
Ron and Hermione both looked up at him with that look. The look that said poor Harry, a look irked him to no end. He tried hard to ignore it and continued.
"Do you think it's possible that it was the same for Malfoy? I mean… maybe he didn't have a choice either."
Harry knew it to be true even before Hermione piped up to agree with him.
Later that night Harry lay in his bed trying to get some sleep but it was still too early for that. Hermione and Ron had gone to some Haunted house thing being put on by the Hufflepuffs. They'd left him after dinner and much cajoling to join them. He had adamantly refused since he'd been too tired. Now that he was alone in his room, he couldn't seem to sleep after all. All he could think of was his encounter with Draco.
He thought of Draco standing there beneath the moonlight last night. The man had looked amazingly beautiful. Harry was comfortable with his newfound homosexuality but shocked to find those lustful thoughts turning to Draco Malfoy of all people. He knew it was wrong but he let a hand slip down beneath his pajamas. He began slowly caressing his aching groin as he thought of the blonde bombshell. He couldn't believe he was actually going to wank over someone he had once loathed.
Quickly he pulled the pajama bottoms down and let his hand stroke his erection with a more intense fervor. With every stroke, he imagined what it would be like to take Malfoy, to claim him for his very own. He fantasized about pale white skin becoming pliable beneath his own tanned muscles.
As he imagined pounded within Draco's tight hole, his hand pumped his erection faster and he felt his orgasm building up within. The tip of his cock glistened with pre-cum as he continued his devious ministrations. An image of Malfoy sweaty beneath him flashed through his head. He felt the tightening of his balls and as he came hard, he heard Draco's name slip from his lips. His cum spurted out and over his hand and finally he was satisfied. He pushed back the guilt of what he'd just done and let himself be pulled into a peaceful sleepiness.