Harry was seething. He could feel his face turning red and his hands turning into fists.
"Harry?" Someone asked a mile away.
How could he do this to him? Obviously it wasn't smart for either of them if their secret love affair was aired out for all to see, but did he have to look so fucking happy with Pansy? The entire school didn't have to see them pawing at one another.
"Harry!" Yelled a scantily clad red head.
"What?" Harry replied, straining to sound carefree, or at the very least normal.
"You looked like you were about to kill Malfoy. You haven't taken your eyes off him since we got here. Is everything alright?"
Harry was back in reality, his anger melting away as he looked at Ginny's concerned expression. Her long tresses fell romantically onto her nearly bare chest. Her skintight black dress hugged her every curve. Harry hadn't had the heart to break it off with her. She was the sexiest woman he had ever known, and the most devoted. Despite his jealousies, he had yet to develop any real feelings for Draco, except an unshakeable lust and a hollow wanting in his chest. It was Ginny he felt a genuine connection with. It was Ginny he could rely on.
Harry took the beautiful girl's hand in his and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
"Everything is perfect," he said smiling. "Did you want to dance?"
"Dance?" Ginny gasped. "Harry Potter wants to dance with someone? This is unprecedented."
"Not just someone. The most beautiful witch in the wizarding world."
"Oh you are just the Mr. Casanova tonight."
"Mm, yes I am," Harry teased, standing up from his chair and holding out his hand. "And you better get used to it."
Ginny laughed at his unusual chivalry and put her hand in his. He guided her past the sea of tables and chairs, past the Winter Ball decorations, past the other couples too afraid to dance or too overcome with hormones to leave their table. He made a point to go the opposite direction of Draco and Pansy. The last thing Harry needed was to see Draco kissing someone else. All Harry wanted to do was put that night behind him and move on with the amazing girl that was joining him on the dance floor.
"Are you sure you're up to this Mr. Potter?" Ginny asked as Harry gripped her tiny waist.
"I've never been more certain of anything in my life Miss Weasley."
The young couple swayed back and forth to the romantic music. Harry was entranced by Ginny's milk white satin skin.
Ginny ran her fingers through Harry's thick locks. He closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the intimacy. To his horror, all he could think of was Draco's fist tugging at his hair while he fucked him.
His eyes shot open, ripping away the steamy scene and replacing it with a gorgeous girl who was looking at him like he was the most amazing man in the world. Harry couldn't believe how lucky he was.
"Wow. We should dance more often." Ginny winked, looking down.
Harry was mortified. That split second scene was enough to visibly arouse him. He prayed it would go away.
"Bugger, I'm so embarrassed. Here, come closer so no one sees."
"You're being ridiculous," Ginny said, moving closer. "I'm sure every guy on this dance floor has a boner, unless they're gay."
"What does being gay have to do with any of this?"
"Nothing, Harry." Ginny replied, frustrated. "I'm going to go get some punch, would you like some?"
"No, I'm fine." Harry said, dropping his hands to his sides. "I left my wand in my room, I feel weird without it."
"Alright, I'll see you soon." She gave him a quick peck and walked towards the refreshments. Harry watched the train of her dress scurry to keep up with her gait. He then turned to walk towards the entrance of the Great Hall.
Once through the immense doors, Harry began the familiar walk to the Gryffindor house. When he passed a particularly dark corridor, Harry found himself pulled back into it by an invisible force. Harry's heart stopped. Who has forcing him into this dark abyss? Whoever it was had in impossibly firm grip. His eyes slowly started adjusting to the light, but he still couldn't make out any features of the dark mass.
At once he was thrown against the stone wall. He hadn't had time to utter a protest before a hand slammed against his mouth. In the darkness, Harry was finally able to make out one feature of his captor. Silver hair. Suddenly Harry's heart was pumping for an entirely different reason. He had imagined their second meeting over and over in his late night fantasies and steamy day dreams, but it hadn't even come close to this dangerously public. No doors enclosed them, only a few meters of darkness.
Harry's tense muscle's relaxed, overflowing with excitement. Feeling bold, he felt his way to Draco's waistband. He slowly traced along the top of his pants with the tips of his fingers. Realizing he was aware of his identity and intentions, Draco felt confident in removing his palm from Harry's face. He grasped the back of Harry's neck with his hand, pulling him closer. Finding Harry's mouth, Draco teased him with the tip of his tongue, sweeping it across Harry's lower lip, before finally kissing him.
Unable to merely tantalize him any longer, Harry unzipped Draco's pants. Instantly he found his impossibly hard cock. Draco grunted with approval as Harry took him firmly in his hand, stroking his long shaft. Harry couldn't believe how naturally it felt to have Draco's cock in his hand, to have Draco's lips kissing down his jaw. This was only the second time they had come together, and already Harry felt like an old pro.
Draco's breathing became unsteady as Harry's caressing become more frantic. Excited for a challenge, Harry dropped to his knees. Still grasping Draco in his tight fist, he brought the head of his cock to his lips. Lightly circling him with his tongue, he could feel Draco squirming while he teased this most sensitive skin. Hot breath dancing on his cock, Draco tore into Harry's shoulder with his fingertips. Harry took the cue and slowly brought Draco into this mouth. He let out a groan as Harry pushed him down his taut throat. Much to Harry's surprise, he was actually able to fit every inch of Draco inside his mouth. Draco could think of few sensations as intense as being inside Harry's hot, tight throat. Harry continued to bring Draco deep down his throat, Draco shuddering each time, an obscenity slipping from between his swollen lips.
Doing what was nearly impossible, Draco pushed Harry away once he started to feel the familiar burn. Now dropping to his knees, he pushed Harry to the ground. A swish of his wand removed their confining dress robes. He picked Harry up firmly by the waist and brought him up to his still slippery, wet cock. Harry braced himself for the pleasurable pain of Draco's first thrust inside of him. Pushing past his unbelievably tense muscles, Draco once again found himself inside of Harry, now clawing the ground in reflexive protest.
Draco could get used to Harry as a lover. Deliciously submissive, and full of surprises. He knew Harry would never refuse his advances. He took a devilish pride in knowing he had this absolute power over the Chosen One. Arrogantly satisfied, Draco slammed his body against Harry's, who moaned in fire hot gratification. He began stroking his rock hard cock in almost perfect sync with Draco's hard thrusts. Harry could say with considerable certainty he had never experienced such intense simultaneous searing pain and mind-blowing pleasure. His kneecaps felt like they had been whittled to sand under Draco's weight. But the rough penetration of Draco's cock deep inside of him was an indescribable contradiction of throbbing bliss.
Draco harshly raked Harry's sweaty back as he felt the surge of intensity begin to well inside him. Pushing away Harry's hand, Draco stroked Harry's pulsating cock with impossible speed. In that moment, Draco felt like Harry's cock was his own and with every stroke he felt a twinge of pleasure shoot up his own spine.
The wave of ecstasy began to crash inside of Harry. The wizards stole one last gasp of air before the heart stopping seconds of their climax broke through. Harry felt Draco's release inside of him, while spilling his own seed onto the ground in front of him.
Too exhausted to support his limbs, Harry collapsed under Draco's weight, Draco following.
For what seemed like a lifetime, the young wizards laid with each other, panting and straining to recover.
Harry caught himself dozing and fearfully wondered how long he had been in this dark hallway. Draco had dozed off as well and to Harry's surprise and delight, had fallen asleep with his fingers entwined with Harry's.
Was it so crazy to imagine a life, long after Hogwarts, filled with excruciatingly amazing sex with the wizard atop him? While entertaining the fantasy for a moment, Harry knew it was completely crazy. Someone fucking you twice did not a relationship make, but the prospect of a life without the pleasure he just experienced seemed awfully dull.
Suddenly booming footsteps were echoing down the juxtaposed hallway. Awakening Draco, and bringing Harry out of his dreamland, the pair jumped to their feet. Instantly their clothes returned and Harry motioned for Draco to enter the light first. Draco nodded and started to leave.
Harry couldn't resist stealing once last kiss before going back the world where they despised each other.
He caught Draco's hand and pulled him back. Draco pulled Harry's face to his gave him a short but terribly hot kiss. Harry pulled away first, stepping backwards towards the darkness, watching Draco casually entered the hallway and saunter back towards the Great Hall.
Harry sighed. He knew this was likely how all of their rendezvous would end, both of them going back to their respective lives. He surmised there was enough of a gap for him to return to the dance without suspicion. He attempted to fix his hair and wipe his damp brow as he walked back towards the Great Hall.
All too soon he was faced with the immense doors. He pushed past them and looked for his date. Finally his eyes found her, leaning against the far wall and looking displeased. He made his way towards her, hoping against hope not to see Draco making up for lost time with Pansy.
Finally he was next to the beautiful red head.
"So where was it?" Ginny said with repressed rage.
For the life of him, Harry did not have the faintest idea what she was talking about.