To Gain My Independence

WARNING! I figured that now that I am of age for the country I live in, I can start writing the more…steamier chapters (as you noticed with the last chapter). So let me know how I did. Rated M, don't say I didn't tell you, probably not a good idea to read at work, just saying

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No one said anything about it(at Thanx so much for the birthday wishes, and I knew you guys would love that youtube video! So I know ableast I don't think I did, I might of), but I forgot to tell you guys that the twins didn't leave school in my story. I assume you guys are smart and just picked up on that by yourselves, so is a word, but is unabashed? And Snape is still the potions master, because I forgot about Slughorn.

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"Suddenly Potter becomes the damsel in distress?" Crabbe asks as he watched Lee Jordan help him into the carriage, and one of the twins pat his shoulder.

"He is pretty short," Draco defended half heartedly knowing Harry could have easily made it into the carriage by himself, and had been doing it since his second year.

"Yeah, even Granger is taller then him," Goyle laughed trying to earn Draco's approval.

"They are the same height you idiot," Draco said nonchalantly climbing into a carriage filled with a bunch of fifth year Slytherins, it left no room for Crabbe and Goyle. "See you two at Hogwarts," he smirked as the carriage moved forward, and began to lift off the ground.

"Did you forget to send him a Christmas present?" Crabbe asked Goyle angrily. Goyle scrunched his face up in thought.

"I think I sent him his gift." he scratched his head, and followed Crabbe to the next available carriage.

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Draco frowned as yet another first year was sorted into Hufflepuff. There were only three kids left to be sorted, and so far Slytherin had only four new kids. His only consolation was that Gryffindor and Ravenclaw weren't doing so hot either.

"What's up with the Gryffindorks?" Blaise whispered leaning close to Draco.

"What do you mean?" Draco hadn't even glanced at the Gryffindor table since he entered the Great Hall. He was determined not to look at Harry anymore then absolutely necessary.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed?" Blaise whispered in a scandalized voice, resting his hand on Draco's knee. "Everyone seems to want to sit next to Potter. I bet they want to know what you look like under our robes," his hands slowly traveled up to Draco's thigh. "I hear a you two gave a fourth year quite a show," he rubbed his hand in small circles on Draco's thigh.

"You know how fourth years are, everything turns them on and becomes sexual," Draco whispered back, looking at the Gryffindors from the corner of his eyes. Harry was sitting between the Weasel and one of his brothers, across from him sat the Weaselette, Granger, and the other twin. The seating arrangement itself wasn't so unusual, but Ron was filling Harry's plate with food, and whichever twin sat next to him seemed to be urging him to eat.

"I think the Weasley twins are testing new products on Harry." Blaise laughed at Draco, knowing that wasn't the case.

"Haven't you noticed that Potter is off limits to the twins. They never prank him, and Potter seems to always be getting free samples of their products." He enlightened.

"I guess I never really paid attention," Draco said studying Harry as he took his fork back from Ron who seemed to think Harry needed help eating all of a sudden.

"Why do you think everyone tries to stay close to Potter when the Weasley twins are having a bad day? Or worse, when they are having a practically good day."

"I don't know, I thought they all had false hope that Harry would save them. That is what he does, isn't it?" Draco asked feigning boredom with the conversation.

"So Lucius is paying me to try and split you and Potter up. Are you two really dating?" Blaise asked, his voice back to a whisper. Draco glared at him. "I mean, I know you to are going at it like dogs in heat, but if its sex you want, I'd be more then willing to take it a step up." He paused, just in case Draco wanted to say something. "I just thought you weren't into actually fucking guys, but now that I know you are-."

"I'm not into sex with guys, that's disgusting," Draco tried to hold the annoyance out of his voice.

"Can I still give you blow jobs, or would that be cheating on Potter?" Blaise whispered back, wondering why Draco would have sex with Harry, and not him.

"I'm not dating-only if you brush your teeth," Draco said turning away from Blaise and dramatically fanning the air between him. "And since when have you started working for my father?"

"What's Malfoy doing?" Ginny asked Ron. "He's swatting the air in front of him like there's a fly bugging him. Looks like an insane idiot. You guys did this, didn't you?" She glanced at her identical brothers with amusement in her eyes. The twins merely shrugged it off, they had nothing to do with Malfoy going crazy, a much as they wish they did.

"He's stopped now, I think he just smelt something bad, and was being dramatic about it." Hermione deduced, barley even glancing at the Slytherin. They all knew what a drama queen he was.

"Yeah, his upper lip," Ron mumbled loud enough for Harry's ears only. He was sure that would make his friend laugh, and when it didn't he sighed. It really wasn't a good joke, he decided. Harry stood.

"I'll meet you guys back in the common room, I need to make a stop to the loo." he said quietly. He knew he shouldn't have drank so much pumpkin juice.

"I'll come with you," Ron said, just as Fred stood up. Harry held in a grimace. Ron had been treating him like a child ever since he found out Harry was gay. It seemed he wanted to make sure no guy even so much as looked at Harry, yet he was the one spreading around the news of his fondness for men.

"I think I can manage on my own," he blushed. Fred laughed lightly.

"Yeah Ron, he doesn't need you to hold his hand or-,"

"Anything else for that matter." George finished for Fred.

Ron reddened, and shot his brothers a dark glare. Harry took their distraction and left, glad he was missing the argument sure to follow. He entered the empty restroom, and sighed in relief because no one followed him. He walked to the empty urinal, and unzipped his loose jeans.

"Hey Potter," Harry knew that casual drawl anywhere, and he pretended he didn't hear it. If he could he would zip his jeans back up and pretend he was finished, but it was to late for that. "Fancy running into you here," Draco added, when he didn't get a response.

"I guess," Harry mumbled turning his body slightly so Draco could not catch a glimpse of anything.

"We have potions together tomorrow," Draco unzipped his jeans, unabashed, not bothering to turn his body away from Harry. He looked completely comfortable being out in the open.

"I know."

"Excited much?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"Double potions does not sound very exciting Harry said, hurrying to zip his jeans. Draco was already done and heading towards the sinks.

"It would, if you were my partner," Draco said lathering liquid soap into his hands. Harry watched intrigued, Draco washed his hands different then anyone he'd seen before. He drowned his hands in soap and rubbed it in before finally turning on the water, and barley wetting his hands.

"How would that be exciting?" Harry asked, trying to keep his voice even as not to offend Draco, and destroy their hardly formed friendship. Draco was rubbing the small bit of water together with the soap, covering his hands with foam and bubbles.

"Everyone's reactions would be priceless, does that not seem entertaining to you?" Harry listened closely to Draco's voice, and realized that he had in fact offended Draco to some degree.

"It would be a change, and to fail me, Snape would have to fail you. I don't see that happening anytime soon. It could be nice having you as a partner," Shock passed through Draco's grey eyes momentarily, and he swallowed loudly. He was sure Harry was flirting with him, no matter how subtle it may be. He thought back to the Gryffindor kissing him in the hotel, or fixing his shirt for him. Or maybe it wasn't as subtle as he thought.

"I think it'd be nice having you as a partner too, he said lowly, rinsing the foamy soap off his hands. He then leaned over Harry slowly, his lips stopping near Harry's neck, his breath teasing the boy, sending shivers through his body, and pulled a paper towel out of the dispenser. He leaned away and dried his hands watching the stunned Harry out of the corner of his eyes.

"See you in class then?" Harry asked, straining to keep his voice even. Draco leaned over him again, to throw the used paper towel away. His left hand rested on Harry's right shoulder gently as if to catch his balanced as his right aimed the towel in the trash.

"I'll be waiting for you," Draco whispered into Harry's ear, his lips lightly brushing against Harry's ear lobe causing more shivers. He stepped back and ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "Do you ever try to comb this mop?" he asked, halfheartedly attempting to brush it down, his fingers just barley grazing over Harry's neck. Harry closed his eyes for a moment lost in the feeling. When he reopened them, he also took a step back, putting space between him and Draco.

"My hair is stubborn," He unconsciously tried to flatten it.

"Its not the only stubborn thing in here," Draco said before smiling. "I'll save you a seat," he left walking as slow as possible. He was confused, it was more then obvious that he was hitting on Harry, and anyone else he did that to would have picked up on that instantly. Pick up on it, and be thrilled, willing him to go further.

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"Hey Harry," the Weasley twins greeted when he entered the common room, announcing everyone of his presence.

"Hey guys, I'm a little tired so I think I'll just hit the sack now," he said making his way up the stairs. He wasn't tired at all, Draco had left him with a nearly painful erection and he desperately wanted to sleep it off. Of course he could always ask the twins for help and know they would be willing, but how could he explain to everyone their following him upstairs? Hurriedly, he opened his trunk, which made it from the train to Hogwarts safely, and pulled out an old white shirt to wear to bed. He had to unbutton his jeans, which were usually a little loose and easy to just slip off. After he was in the baggy shirt and his boxers, he laid in bed willing himself to sleep.

You asleep?" Ron asked half an hour later entering the room. Dean, Seamus, and Neville had already went to bed, and Ron was the only other one awake. Harry feigned sleep, wishing his curtains were closed. He listened to Ron's bed protest slightly as he laid down, and within minutes the snoring started. Ron was always fast to fall asleep.

Harry was still erect, to the point it was starting to hurt. He wanted desperately to sleep, but his mind kept drifting to Draco, his breath on his neck, his lips against his ear, and his hand on his shoulder. He kept thinking about the way Draco's fingers felt running through his hair, and softly grazing his neck, leaving goose bumps in their place.

Harry tried to push his erection down with the palm of his hand. He really didn't expect that to work, but he hoped it would. He also didn't expect that it would feel that good. He held in a moan as he pushed against it again, testing his bodies reaction. Yep, it definitely felt good. It also made him even harder then he was before, and he knew he couldn't fall asleep like this, but now he didn't mind. Quickly he closed his curtains and kicked his blankets off. He pressed the palm of his hand against his erection again, and slowly rubbed it a few times through his boxers. The feeling was unbelievable, and he rubbed again, this time slower. Harry wondered why he never did this before. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, and slid them down around his knees.

Again he lowered his hand to his erection, but this time he encircled his hand around it lightly. He tightened his grip bit by bit.

"Oh," He quietly breathed as his cock twitched in his hand. He tightened his grip more and watched as the tip of his cock turned a pinkish red. Tentatively he brushed his thumb over it, and his whole body tensed at the sensation that caused. He loosened his grip just slightly and started to run his hand up and down his shaft. He meant to go slow, really he did, but his body urged him to go faster, needing the friction. As his right hand pumped, his left hand snaked its way down to his thighs and began rubbing, just so they weren't idle. Accidentally his left hand came into contact with his balls and he groaned, cutting the sound off as soon as it started. As he fisted his erection, he took his left hand, and caressed his balls as slowly as his body would let him. Again he groaned, a loud groan, which he was unable to stop himself from finishing. Harry took both of his hands, and laid them at his sides in fists, knowing he couldn't continue what he was doing for he was being to loud.

Closing his eyes, he began to picture anything he could to bring his erection down. But his image of Snape in a bikini turned into an image of Draco in a soaked pair of boxer, his hard on clearly outlined with water. Draco was standing in the hot tub from the hotel, and walking towards one of the jets. When he reached it, he sat on his knees facing it, and moved his hips forward. Harry moaned, this time nearly silently as he pictured Draco doing the exact thing he told him not to do if he were to join him in the hot tub.

Annoyed at himself, Harry turned on his stomach, willing his erection to go away. Of course it didn't. He imagined it probably grew even harder pressed between him and the mattress. The feel of the soft sheets against his bare cock was amazing, and he began to buck his hips forward. He started slowly, but soon picked up to a fast pace. He humped against the mattress, and was unable to hold in another moan. It felt so good, his cock was being fully stimulated, no part left untouched. It was pressed against his stomach, and has he humped the bed, it rubbed against his warm skin. His balls tightened as he pushed himself further against the bed, and he was aware his breathing was loud and fast. By now he knew he should stop, sure he was being to loud, and his bed was quietly squeaking, but Ron's soft snoring assured him that they were all still asleep, and he continued. Besides, he wasn't sure he could stop even if he wanted to, he was so close.

Harry quit humping the bed, and turned over. He wanted to feel his hands against him before he came. He lowered his right hand, and brought it back to his cock, desperately needing it. It took three fast pumps before he exploded. His cum came in three large burst, while he tried his hardest to hold in his moans. Harry laid still for a minute, while he slowed his breathing back down. Finally he took off his shirt, and wiped up his mess. It took him a moment to realize that Ron's snoring was too quiet, and too irregular.

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So I told my boyfriend I had a question for him, but it was personal, he'd have to give me the details and all the thoughts that ran through his mind at the time, and it was about masturbation. Of course he was thrilled to answer whatever the question was-it was like an erotic game, or foreplay for him. So I said, "Tell me about your first time masturbating, I need as much details as possible, what you did, and what you were thinking"(paraphrasing cuz I don't remember word for word) And he laughs! So at first im thinking yes I know im weird for asking, but its research(for this chapter) and he shouldn't laugh, when he says, "Iv masturbated so much nearly everyday, that I don't even remember my first time, they all run together."

And I just got to thinking, I hope its not like that for all guys, and decided, Draco seems the type who won't remember his first time, but I think for Harry, this will always be a memory, like his first time having sex.

So if I get a bunch of reviews, I think I'll write an M rated bit of Harry/Draco in the next chapter