Draco Malfoy makes sure to be extra quiet as he walks though the hallways of Hogwarts this late at night. He jumps at every sound and almost screamed when the staircase he was climbing suddenly changed directions and made him take an entirely different route to get to his destination, the prefects bathroom. He hadn't been acting much like a prefect all year but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take full advantage of his status.

He finally comes to the entrance of the bathroom and steps inside, completely expecting it to be deserted. He thought it was very late and that no one would be bathing at this hour.

He hears a splash and looks up to see someone stepping out of the water only about 7 feet away from where he is standing. The boy is facing the opposite direction but Draco instantly knows who it is.

Harry Potter turns around to face a shocked, anxious, and blushing Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy watches Harry tense up and glance around for his wand with his peripherals while at the same time not letting his eyes leave Malfoy. Malfoy cannot move. He just gapes at the nude boy standing in front of him. Beginning from his toes he traces every curve of Harry skin until he reaches his face where he realizes that those deep green eyes are staring at him in confusion and anticipation. Harry's voice sounds far away in the distance as he asks,

"What are you doing here?"

It takes Malfoy a moment to remember where he is and who the boy standing in front of him is. His enemy. His archenemy who at every turn tried to outdo him. Not to mention the reason he was raped by two different people. He was staring at the boy he was replacing. His wide eyes narrow in a glare as he asks shrewdly,

"What am I doing here? I'm a prefect! What are you doing here!?"

Harry scowls and reaches for a towel as he says, "I'm quidditch captain. I get the same perks as prefects."

"Why are you here so late then, huh? Trying to sneak something, Potter?"

"No." Harry answers flatly, adding a glare for good measure. "I'm about to leave then you can have it all to yourself, Malfoy."

"I wouldn't even want to bathe in the same water you did. I might catch something." Malfoy replies, the insults coming as naturally as ever, even though he couldn't understand why his heart was beating so fast and his pants were tighter than they should be.

"Whatever." Harry says back as he throws on a shirt having put his pants on moments before. "I don't care what you do. But I think you need a bath, looks like you've been crying."

Malfoy's eyes go wide but before he can pull his wand out to punish his enemy for noticing his weakness Harry opens the door and exits without another word.

Malfoy's breathing is heavy. The thick, steam filled air doesn't help. He slowly sits down to try and catch his breath. He feels like he just ran a mile when all he did was exchange spoken blows with Harry Potter.

His mind automatically goes back to only a few minutes ago when Harry had just stepped out of the bath. He feels like that image will be burned into his mind for his entire life.

The water had dripped down his perfectly toned and proportioned body slowly and seemed to make his unblemished skin sparkle. The moonlight that was pouring through the windows had made him seem almost ethereal and unreal. His generously abundant manhood rested again his thigh and sent shivers down Malfoy's spine. When he had turned around he had pierced Malfoy with that deep glare and-

He stops. He was straining his pants and it was making him ache. He breathes purposefully as he reaches down and unzips his pants. He nearly chokes when the cool night air brushes against his bulging cock.

He tries to resists touching it. He can't understand how he could be this hard. He had never been this turned on in his entire life. It was shocking his very system. In the back of his mind there was a nagging voice screaming at him that he knew exactly why he was this turned on but he wouldn't listen to it.

He gulps and reaches down. His fears are confirmed when he only traces the tip with one finger. He arches his back as images of Harry Potter fill his mind. He can't stop anymore.

He wraps his entire hand around his length and pumps it feverishly. With every stroke, an different vision of Harry pops into his mind.

Stroke. The first time they met, in Madame Malkins. He hadn't even known who he was then.

Pump. He had offered to be friends with Harry. He wanted to be friends with the great and famous Harry Potter but... he had been turned down. From then on, they were enemies.

Caress. Harry was flying and somehow doing better than Malfoy even though it was his first time. Malfoy laughed now, remembering the anger he had had back then. How simple it seemed at the beginning.

Fondle. He had dueled Harry in second year and lost, only because the Potter boy had to outdo him again. He spoke to snakes. Malfoy couldn't believe the lousy griffindor was a better slytherin than he was.

Precum leaks out the tip of his erection and works as a lubricant. He massages his length and giggles, remembering the time he had been making fun of Harry and crazy Professor Moody had turned him into a ferret. Harry's laughter had been so cheerful, even if it was directed at him. he figured that was probably the only times he would ever hear Harry Potter's laughter, when it was directed at him. He was ok with that.

On and on it went. Malfoy was rolling on the floor, curled up into a tiny ball, touching himself and thinking about Harry Potter. Suddenly it isn't enough. He wants more. He gets on his knees and, while still sliding his hand up and down his manhood, sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks on them, moaning at the erotic taste they possess. Once he had moistened them enough he takes them out and reaches around to his backside. He doesn't hesitate and pushes two of his digits inside at once. When he feels them slide inside him and press against his warm walls he closes his eyes and cries out in ecstasy.

Tears run down his face and he starts laughing. He is hysterical. He can't believe or even understand why he is doing what he is doing. All he knows is that he's never felt better in his entire life.

He curls his fingers and pushes them deeper. He strikes that special spot in side him and squeezes his tip at the same time.

"AAAAUGHHH!" He yells.

He opens his eyes and sees a towel. It was the towel Harry had used. He takes his hand off his manhood for one moment so he reach out and pull the towel to him. He continues thrusting his fingers as he buries his face in the damp cloth. He inhales deeply and smells Harry's scent.

"Potter..." He growls meaningfully. Then he realizes that he had never once called Harry by his first name. He smiles and laughs some more as he grasps and fingers himself and calls out,

"HARRY! Oh, Harry yes! fuck me!"

He voice reverberates around the stone walls and the sound of his own shout makes him finger fuck himself faster and pump his shaft harder. He pokes his prostate harshly and screams long and loud as he cums all over his hand and on the towel. He feels the muscles clamp around his fingers then relax and he pulls them out.

Draco Malfoy lays on his side on the marble floor of the prefects bathroom for hours. He is so exhausted. He simply stays there and thinks of everything.

He is surprised when he remembers that he had been raped by Snape earlier that evening. It didn't seem to bother him as much as it had earlier. Now the only thing he worried about was the fact that he was somehow sexually attracted to his worse enemy.

He tries to rationalize. He thinks that it wasn't his fault. He was constantly being reminded of Harry Potter. In his world, Harry Potter was everywhere. He had been raised, hearing that name. Harry Potter was always lurking somewhere in his mind. It had only been a matter of time that he would bring Harry into 'this' aspect of his life. He groans.

It was wrong. He was a man and he was attracted to a man. To top it all off, Harry Potter was the worst possible person he could be attracted to, and he was.

He was just supposed to be a Potter replacement but now... now he was a Potter lover. He winced. Would his life ever be normal now that he realized this? Could he ever feel this good when he wasn't thinking of Potter? He wouldn't even let himself fantasize about Harry actually fucking him. He knew it was 100% not possible and completely out of the question.

He sighs. His body aches. His throat is sore from screaming so loud. His mind was ravaged from all his disastrous thoughts he was thinking. He would definitely need to practice his occlumency now that he had something he really needed to keep protected in the back of his mind. A secret, something no one would ever, ever know about.

Draco Malfoy smiles. Despite all the terrible things there was one thing he could be happy about. No matter how it had come about, the fact remained:

He had just had the best orgasm of his entire life. He cries tears of happiness, the first time he had cried like it in his life.

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The End.

Use your imagination to think about the punishment Voldemort gave Draco when he failed to kill Dumbledore because I'm not writing anymore of this filth! I swear!

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