Eventually Draco awoke, incapable of ignoring the ache in his head or the throbbing between his legs at being pressed so closely to another male body upon awakening. He let out a tiny groan as he opened his eyes, blinking against the light they had forgotten to turn off the night before. He stretched out his leg and accidentally pushed himself into Potter's thigh. Shit, he hoped he hadn't felt that.
Harry grunted as he woke up again. "Damn, you just told me to go back to sleep," he muttered, slowly opening his eyes. "Please tell me you have some headache potion somewhere around here," Harry said, glancing to Malfoy hopefully.
"Sorry Potter, my head hurts so fucking much. I don't think I do, we'd have to go down to the Potion's room to get some." He squeezed his eyes shut, willing his hips not to move at Potter's shifting. Draco scratched his jaw and yawned, "If you can reach your wand and turn this light off it might help some."
Harry rolled over and stretched down to reach his wand on the floor, using it to extinguish the lights. It really did help and Harry buried his face into his pillow. "Damn, I shouldn't drink so much," he moaned out with a little whine.
"You and me both," Draco said, spooning the other boy as he lay back down on the bed, his semi-hard cock nestled against his arse. He ignored it and tried to will it away. Draco just wanted to cuddle into the warmth of the boy and sleep the whole day away.
Harry shifted. He wasn't sure if he was feeling it right... but did Malfoy have an erection? Harry swallowed hard and pushed slightly back against him; then he felt it. His eyes widened drastically. He had two options at the discovery - he could either ignore the fact that the blonde was hard or say something and destroy the peaceful atmosphere currently between them.
Draco gasped as Potter moved his arse backwards into him. He was probably just shifting but Draco instantaneously grew fully hard anyway. Fuck. His hand flattened against Potter's stomach as his hips pressed forward of the their own accord.
Harry had no idea what he should do. Memories of the night flashed through his mind – Draco had said he wanted to fuck him, would choose him to fuck over many of the other Slytherin's. Harry noticed himself slowly getting hard at the thought, he couldn't help it. He remembered how Malfoy had looked naked all those times he'd stripped in front of Harry and damn was the boy fit.
Shit, Potter was still awake wasn't he? And he wasn't freaking out about Draco's obvious hardness? He thrust gently against Potter again, brushing his fingers along the boy's stomach very lightly, testing to see what reaction he'd get from his actions.
"Damn..." Harry whispered, wanting to push Malfoy's hand down lower, wanted to get some friction on his growing erection. He knew that this was probably very wrong, that this was something they shouldn't do, but Harry didn't want to stop. He was kind of flattered that Malfoy found him attractive and got hard over him. And, the Slytherin surely wasn't trying to get into Harry's pants because of his name. He was so confused. Squeezing his eyes shut he pushed his arse back again.
Draco suppressed a groan and gripped Potter's hip tightly as he pushed into him harder this time. He licked his lips and then moved his hand upward, fingers dancing over the brunette's ribs and onto his chest, tweaking a nipple as he circled his hips against him now. Draco ran his hand back down, stopping at the waist band of Potter's boxers and brought his lips to his neck, licking at a spot just under his ear.
"Gods, tell me now if you want me to stop," he choked out in a whisper as he dipped his fingers down past the elastic band, waiting.
Harry moaned lowly at Malfoy's skillful ministrations to his body. He was too turned on now to tell him to stop. "Fuck, no. Keep... keep going," he said quietly and slowly moved his arse in circles to match the other boy's movements. Harry didn't care if he could never look at the blonde the same after this; he just wanted whatever they were doing now for the moment.
Draco did groan out this time as he let his hand push the garment down and out of the way before he wrapped his hand around Potter's leaking cock. He'd wanted to do this for so long. He nibbled on Potter's outstretched neck, stroking his length slowly and expertly while still pushing against his arse. Using his other hand he pulled his own boxers down – the feeling of skin on skin caused him to tremble and he couldn't stop.
Harry's back arched up at the feeling and he reached behind himself to touch Malfoy, rubbing at his sides and somehow managing to twist his hand down further to grab at his cock. He eagerly began to stroke him, enjoying the sounds Malfoy made from what Harry was doing to him.
"Fuck," Draco choked out, breathing hard through his nose, "I want you so badly." He pushed up into the tightening hand, imagining himself fucking this beautiful boy. He knew that this was an unlikely scenario, but he could imagine, couldn't he?
He suddenly wanted to taste him, wanted to take him into his mouth while he had the chance because he wasn't sure what this was, what it meant, and he figured he'd probably not get another chance. Releasing his grip he pushed Potter flat on his back as he moved on top of him. Draco licked those flushed lips before moving down his body, dipping his head down to swipe his tongue across the dripping head of Potter's cock before engulfing it in his mouth.
Harry watched Malfoy with heavy-lidded eyes and moaned loudly as he felt the wet heat of the boy's mouth surround him. For a second he thought about whether or not the room would muffle their sounds so that no one else could hear them, but then he couldn't think of much at all, couldn't care less about it as he tangled his hands in Malfoy's hair and tugged on it gently.
"So good," he whimpered, "making me feel so good." He knew he wasn't going to last much longer with Malfoy doing wonders to his body with that terribly talented mouth.
Draco's mouth hollowed around Potter's erection as he moved it up and down, slicking the member as he swirled his tongue along it and moaned around his mouthful. Potter was fairly large, if Draco had to guess based on what he could feel going down his throat he'd say around eight inches, only a bit larger than his own respectable seven. He rolled the set of balls beneath and at the same time took himself in hand, pumping in time to the bobbing of his head. Potter tasted fantastic.
He moved back up and gripped the base of Potter's cock as he sucked harder, seeing his stomach convulsing, letting him know the boy was close. Letting himself go, Draco placed his free hand under Potter's arse and squeezed the muscle, urging him to thrust himself up into his waiting mouth.
Harry squirmed and thrust into Malfoy's mouth, eagerly chasing his own orgasm. It didn't take long to reach and he was soon emptying himself into that magnificent mouth with a loud moan. Panting afterwards and closing his eyes, his arm came up to rest across his face as he tried to catch his breath.
Draco swallowed everything and continued sucking lightly on the tip until Potter began wiggling his hips away from how sensitive he felt. He pulled off and rolled onto his side beside the panting boy, moving back up the bed to lightly graze his lips against Potter's own. Draco was still hard but he grinned madly as he waited for him to regain his senses. "Mmhm, roll over for me love," he murmured as he pulled his own boxers completely off.
"I've got a better idea," Harry breathed out and crawled between Malfoy's legs. He'd never done this before. He wrapped his fingers around the base and licked the tip, swirling his tongue around as he recalled what Malfoy had done to him, and then lowered his mouth down over the erect cock.
"Oh, fuck, Potter!" Draco gasped, hips bucking upward before he had the sense to force them back down and not choke Potter. One hand clutched at the boy's shoulder, his fingers leaving marks as he gripped tightly, and the other hand tangled into the silky strands of dark hair.
"Ohhh... gods, going to... ah, I'm going to come," he warned him and whined out another 'fuck' as his leg started to twitch.
Harry kept his mouth moving, kept bobbing it down as he waited for Malfoy to come. He was somewhat proud of the desperate sounds the blonde was making and the fact that he Harry was causing them. There were a lot of things he'd do to hear them again, he thought, to see Draco Malfoy falling apart under his ministrations. After he swallowed whatever he could, which was most of it; he sat up and looked at Malfoy, feeling very nervous.
"Potter, that was great," Draco said, grazing his hand along Potter's jaw and urging the boy up his body so that he could soundly kiss him, tongue exploring the wet cavern of his mouth with a little 'mhmm'.
Grinning, Harry kissed Malfoy back passionately, his brain clouded from their earlier actions. He slowly pulled away and lay down on his back next to the Slytherin and stared at the ceiling.
"So..." Harry mumbled, blushing from sudden embarrassment and unsure of what to say.
"So... all I can think of now is we should've been doing that ages ago," Draco said, grinning as he looked at Potter's face. He could tell he was uncomfortable from the shifting of Potter's eyes and stiffness of his body. "Mmm, round two?" Draco teased as he stretched his arm out across his body and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
Harry laughed breathlessly. "I think I'm too tired for that," he said, looking back at Malfoy with half-closed eyes. Was he starting to feel something for the other boy? Not really, Harry realized. Malfoy was fit and had a nice body, and he wasn't as unpleasant to be around any more... but that was all, really.
"We can't tell anyone about this," Harry mumbled. He knew people would talk and most likely make fun of the both of them if they ever found out about this. Harry didn't want those kinds of rumours floating around the castle about him.
"Obviously," Draco said rolling his eyes, "It's not like I was planning on it. Though I'm sure it would provide some form of amusement." He sighed and sat up, running his fingers through his hair, "I have to go do some more work on my potion, so you can stay here, or go hangout with your friends - whatever you want," Draco said, standing naked from the bed.
When Malfoy stood up Harry looked away with a blush, which was a little ridiculous seeing as he'd just given the blonde a blow job. He leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes, "I suppose I'll just sleep some more if you don't mind." Harry cuddled into the blankets feeling stupid about getting involved with the Slytherin.
Draco turned and winked at Potter as he bent down to grab some clothes from the bottom drawer of his dresser. Quickly dressing he left Potter to his own devices. "Later," he said as he exited the room.
"Tease," Harry accused as he watched Malfoy's arse. He covered a yawn with his hand. "See you," he replied as Malfoy left, closing his eyes to get some more sleep. It wasn't as easy as that though as he just thought of Malfoy non-stop. What would their friends say if they ever found out? Would they wind up doing that again? Harry groaned and stood up; maybe a shower would clear his head.
Setting up his ingredients as soon as he reached the Potion's classroom, Draco measured and mixed them, stirring until his arm began to ache. He watched his potion change from gold to green, to a pale yellow and then a light blue, and finally ending as a deep blood red. He'd worked for many hours, stopping for nothing because he was keen to finish it. Finally, he added the last ingredient, a pinch of Cinnamon, and it was done.
Draco turned off the heat and sighed, sweat dripping down his face and beading his upper lip – the potion looked about right. He really wanted to go take a shower instead of finding Snape to come check out his work, he thought as he sat down. Now that it was done he didn't feel like he had to rush any more.
Harry had taken a shower and then started to write his History of Magic essay that was due on Monday. It had only taken about an hour to finish. He then read for a while, going through his Potion's text because it was likely that Snape would be giving them a test sometime during the coming up week as they were nearing the end of their current section. Harry was bored. But, he didn't dare leave the room, not wanting to accidentally bump into Zabini or any of the other Slytherin's.
Draco was proud of the work he had gotten done. His notes added up and everything was stable, but he was too exhausted to do more. He hadn't eaten a thing all day. Pouring his potion into vials and labelling them, he stored them in one of the student cupboards and left.
Stopping at the kitchens, he picked up a small platter of food and carried it down to his room, munching on a warm roll as he walked. He entered the room, shocked to see Potter still there, huddled on the floor reading a book. "Did you stay here the entire time?" Draco asked sceptically.
Looking up from his Potion's book, Harry replied, "Yeah," with a nod. He'd made up Malfoy's bed and was sitting down on the mattress he had conjured the first night. "I studied and did homework most of the time," Harry added after a moment, closing his book and putting it aside. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he saw the food Malfoy was holding and the smell of it came wafting his way.
Draco set the food down onto the table and pulled his chair out to sit. "Hungry?" he asked as he saw Potter eyeing up the food. Draco ate quickly as he was starved and still wanted to get in the shower. And, after that he just wanted to laze around for the rest of the day. "Why didn't you want to go visit your friends?" he enquired before taking a large gulp of pumpkin juice.
"I didn't want to bump into any Slytherin's I suppose," Harry replied. He was also sure he wouldn't be able to look into his friends' eyes without telling them about what had happened between himself and Malfoy, but didn't mention that part of the reason. Sitting down at the table he took some food for himself.
"How's your potion coming along?" Harry asked after a while, when his stomach was full and he was feeling amiable.
"Oh," Draco said as he pushed his plate away, "I finished it." He got up and grabbed some clothes, "I think I'll go take a shower now."
Harry looked up from his food, "Really? That's good I guess." He finished off the last of what was on his plate. "I hope for you that it works," he said with a little smile. The potion would be such a great thing, for Remus and for other Werewolves looking for a cure. Harry's smile grew at the thought.
Draco nodded and left the room. Even after what happened that morning things felt the same as always between them, but he still wanted to just throw Potter back down onto his bed and fuck his brains out. He hadn't thought he'd still feel that way. What was it about Potter? Why could he get under Draco's skin so easily?
He got into the shower and stroked himself to completion, watching the water wash the mess away. Draco spent another twenty minutes or so just standing under the flow, with his head forward and eyes closed, as he let the water pound down his knotted back muscles.
Harry wondered how someone could take such a long shower. He decided to go and knock on the bathroom door to find out if Malfoy was okay. "Everything alright?" he called out and then frowned when there was no reply. Harry had no idea why he was even worried, he didn't care about Malfoy or have any positive feelings for him, right?
"Potter?" Draco called out, since he heard a voice but wasn't sure to whom that voice belonged to. He shut off the flow of water and grabbed a towel that he wrapped around his waist.
Harry sighed when he heard the water stop. "Forget it," he said and went back into the bedroom to his spot on the floor, opening his book again. He might as well study more since he had no intentions of leaving the room any time soon.
Dressing himself in some casual clothes, Draco headed back to his room and the awkward silence he was greeted with. "Were you calling for me?" he asked, curious about what had occurred in the bathroom. Taking a book from the bookshelf beside his dresser he settled onto his bed, feet crossed, and waited for Potter's response.
"I just wondered why you were taking so long," Harry replied with a shrug, "doesn't matter." He grabbed some parchment to take down some notes, things he wanted to remember for any possible future exams.
"I was trying to relax my muscles." Draco explained and pulled his book up onto his chest to read. He managed to get through a few chapters of the book before his eyes began to wander and wouldn't follow the words on the page any more. Closing it, Draco set it on his end table and proceeded to stare at Potter until he looked his way.
It didn't take long for Harry to notice Malfoy staring at him – he always noticed quickly when someone was. Looking up from his school work he frowned at the boy, "What? Do I have something on my face?"
Draco grinned before breathing deeply and bluntly asking, "Would you fuck me if I asked you to, Harry? Or would you let me fuck you?"
Harry's face blushed a bright red, "I... well... uhm," he coughed, not knowing how to respond to something like that. "Why do you even ask?" he got out after the first moment of shock passed, "I mean... that, uhm..." He couldn't find a suitable answer to such a question. Harry had never been in either positions before and definitely had never imagined Malfoy as his first sexual experience. He'd never imagined before this at least.
He found Potter's stammering and blushing endearing. "You see, I find you very attractive – so much so that I cannot stop thinking about fucking you, or you doing me, and it's over-running my brain. And I'm curious to know if I'll ever have a chance with you," Draco stated, pausing and tilting his head to the side as he realized something. "Are you a virgin, Harry?" he asked lasciviously, eyes darkening as he slowly crept down to the foot of his bed gazing deeply into Potter's widening eyes as he moved.
Harry's blush worsened if that was even possible. You couldn't just tell those types of things to someone you usually fought with, could you? He was about to shake his head 'no' but he'd never been a good liar so he just bit his lip and stared back at Malfoy.
The blonde had pretty grey eyes, Harry noticed, and he was quite handsome and physically fit in general. He bit his lip harder, trying to keep his mouth shut from telling Malfoy that he might be interested in getting in bed with him again.
Draco wanted to see how far that perfect blush went down. He figured the boy must be a virgin if the awkward silence and blushing was anything to go by. Draco didn't care, he still wanted him, and had five more days to prove how much.
He moved off his bed to stand in front of the sitting boy. "You haven't given me an answer yet, Harry," he paused to lick his lips, "... I want you."
Harry just continued to stare at Malfoy. "I... what... what we did felt... good," he stuttered, mumbling down to his book as he remembered that morning. "I just... I don't know. You confuse me and I don't really trust you." Harry didn't trust the blonde yet, but it was a good thing that he was starting to use Harry's first name at least.
"Okay," Draco said and sat down at the table. "So if you did trust me that would be a possible yes?" he asked quietly.
"I guess?" Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't know for sure, he was just really confused. They used to hate each other and now they were talking about sleeping with each other. Harry wondered what would happen when the week was over.
Draco sighed. It looked like he wasn't about to get any straight answers from Harry any time soon, though he had no trouble understanding his apprehension. "So, anyway... would you like an escort out of here so you can have some free time? I was just going to nap until supper anyway because I feel like crap still and forgot to grab some potions while I was down in the classroom. We can meet up in the Great Hall after supper?" Draco asked politely.
"That would be nice, yeah," Harry said and stood up, putting his things away. He felt like a walk around the lake might be a pleasant idea, might make him feel a whole lot better getting out to clear his head and breath some fresh air. "I don't think I could handle Zabini right now."
They had both stood at the same time and Draco waited for him to stop talking before reaching forward and brushing his lips lightly against Harry's mouth. He took a step back after a second and opened the door for him, "After you, Harry."
Walking out into the Common Room they saw that Blaise was nowhere to be found. "See, worrying about absolutely nothing, he's not even here," Draco teased and waved goodbye as Harry exited through the portrait. He watched the Gryffindor's arse as he walked away. Those pants were brilliant.
Harry was glad when he finally got out of the dungeons and out into the chilly afternoon air and circled the lake. He wouldn't mind much if the rest of the weekend went by in the same manner as the last day. Eventually, Harry sat on a large rock to ponder.
Draco returned to his room and took his pants off to cuddle into his bed more comfortably. He read his book a while before setting it aside and closing his tired eyes, though he couldn't quite drift off to sleep when his thoughts instantly went to Potter. It was hard to get the Gryffindor off his mind. And then he realized something... he was trying to woo a Gryffindor.
He pushed his hands up into his face, squishing the skin upwards as he groaned. Well, it didn't matter much, he supposed; he would just have to be friendlier... Gryffindor's liked that, right? Being romantic also seemed to help.
Harry had always believed that a romantic relationship was important to have before getting into a sexual one, but he wondered how far Malfoy's interest for him went. Was it only physical or was there some emotional feeling as well? Having an actual relationship with the Slytherin seemed pretty much impossible, plus Harry couldn't really imagine them together as a couple. He sighed when his thoughts still didn't make much sense and he was still confused. Harry soon got hungry again and left the spot to go to dinner.
Draco had slept uneasily for a while, having dreamt of Potter the entire time. Some of the dreams had been enjoyable, some not. He woke up hungry and pulled the covers aside to look for his pants, pull them on, and then headed down to the Great Hall. Seeing Potter there as soon as he entered, he nodded to him in greeting before sitting down at table nearby and tucking in to eat.
Harry gave Malfoy a small smile in return as he listened to his friends chatting. He didn't feel much like talking so he just responded with as few words as possible when someone asked him anything. He didn't eat much either, the food feeling heavy in his stomach. One of his friends asked him how bad it was practically living with Malfoy and Harry shrugged, "He's bossy and mainly his usual self, but he isn't that bad to be honest."
Weasley looked at Potter dubiously, "Isn't that bad!? Have you gone mad, Harry?" Draco heard the red-head's outburst from two tables over and he snorted at it. It looked as if Potter's opinion of him was a little more favourable than the table was used to. Draco knew he was a good person most days and he'd just have to take the next five days to prove it to Potter also.
"Why is it such a bad thing to find out that someone could actually be tolerable?" Harry said with a little shake of his head. "It's really not as bad as I'd expected," he added and finished up the last of his food.
Draco ignored Blaise sitting beside him and trying to strike up a conversation. He was still annoyed with the boy for not only giving Potter a lap dance, but also for asking Draco that stupidly incriminating question. He saw that Potter was finished eating and got up to walk over to his table. Draco waited for him to look over before speaking.
"Your new best friend is here," Ron quipped and Harry bit his tongue.
"You're so stubborn," Harry pointed out with a huff of breath as he turned around to look at Malfoy. "Yeah?" he asked; he was done eating anyway.
Draco gritted his teeth against responding to Weasley's comment. Instead, he looked at Potter's face and strangely it calmed him. Weird. "I just wanted to know if you would like to come help me with the tests on my potion. I'm heading down there now," Draco said hesitantly.
"Yeah sure," Harry agreed. The potion's progress was actually fairly interesting, even when his friends were shocked that he would rather go to the dungeons with Malfoy then stay and chat with them, and he wanted to know how it would be tested.
"See you guys in class," Harry said with a jaunty wave as he followed Malfoy out the door.
Draco smiled as they left. He hadn't been sure that Potter would want to come back down to the Potion's classroom with him, but he'd been elated that the Gryffindor had. When they arrived they found another student, a Fourth Year, scrubbing cauldrons to serve his detention duties.
Professor Snape was sitting at his desk at the front of the room clearly marking papers. The man glared at Potter but otherwise took no notice of them. Draco removed a couple of his vials from the cupboard in which he'd stored them and set them down carefully on one of the tables.
"So, we'll test for poisons and any irregularities in possible effects the potion might have. A bezoar should soak up any poisonous residue it may contain, becoming denser with an increase in size if any is present."
Harry nodded as he watched Malfoy, honestly interested in the whole project. He glanced to Snape every now and then but the man seemed preoccupied with his grading, leaving them to their work. "What if it is poisonous? Would you have to start all over again?" he queried, grimacing at the thought of all that lost work.
"Not quite," Draco took a bezoar from off the shelf, "I mean, yes I'd have to remake the potion, but I know which possibly poisonous ingredients I'd have to find a substitute for, and knowing what interacts together also makes it easier. But, I'm fairly certain we won't have that problem and this won't be poisonous."
They poured the vials of potion into an empty cauldron and dropped the stone into it. After a minute or so they scooped it out – it looked and felt the same.
"Looks like it passed that test," Draco sighed out in relief. He then taught Potter a few spells to perform on the potion that would test it for possible side-effects.
Harry had never been much of a fan of Potions, mainly thanks to Snape and his brutalities, but working with Malfoy was interesting and even a bit fun. He enjoyed seeing how everything interacted with each other as the Slytherin explained the various ways to him. Harry performed the spells on his half of the vials, feeling proud that none of them exploded at his efforts.
As Potter worked, Draco began testing the potency and effects of each individual ingredient and then their interactions with each other. He ran through a multitude of spells over the next hour, only pausing momentarily to glance at Potter's work. Professor Snape came over to observe their progress after finishing marking.
"Mr. Malfoy, has Mr. Potter here been helping you with this potion?" Professor Snape asked silkily.
"Yes, he has, sir," Draco answered, smirking as he looked into the man's dark, searching eyes.
"Why then should I mark you alone for something you have had help with?" his Professor remarked, looking decidedly ill as he was seemingly coming to a conclusion about what they were discussing.
"I can give you no reason why you should, sir," Draco answered honestly.
"In that case, I suppose I will just have to mark Potter for this potion as well," the man stated disdainfully.
"I believe so, sir," Draco retorted, smiling as he looked at Harry's confused expression, "Sir, may I have your permission to test this properly tomorrow?"
"You will have to find yourself a wolf, Mr. Malfoy, but I do not see why not..." Professor Snape glared at him for a moment, "unless of course the tests you have completed today prove either inconclusive or are unsuccessful."
"No, they have turned out well. Thank you, sir."
Snape nodded and swept away, moving to the boy across the room doing his detention with eyes full of fear.
Harry had smiled as he watched their conversation. It was weird to see Snape interacting with someone without getting angry or deducting points.
"I didn't really help all that much," he pointed out when Snape left them alone again, "You did all of the research and all of the brewing, I just did whatever you told me to do."
Shaking his head Harry continued, "You should have all the credit for this, not me, after all I couldn't have done anything myself without your instruction." He placed his wand on the table and looked at the vials of potion, "So, how are we getting a hold of a werewolf to test this on?" he wondered.
It was nice that he would be getting a good grade in Potions class because of this, because of helping Malfoy with his potion, and he smiled at the boy for basically handing him the grade on a silver platter. He would never have gotten one otherwise from Snape.
"Well, I believe you've helped enough to deserve the marks and oddly enough Professor Snape has apparently agreed, however unlikely that may seem." Draco cleaned the table up as they spoke. "You just spent over an hour helping me test this potion, Potter."
The tests had shown everything to be exactly as it was brewed to be, with only one thing he hadn't accounted for. He might need to mix something into it to relieve any itching, which he only now thought of.
"We don't need a real werewolf, just a regular wolf for now," Draco grinned mischievously, "Would you like to accompany me on a dangerous expedition into the Forbidden Forest after classes tomorrow?"
"I guess I'm alone here on thinking I don't deserve this then," Harry said laughing at the absurdity of the situation. The two Slytherin's who supposedly despised him the most were the reason he was getting a good grade in Potion's class, bizarre.
"So, what will happen to this wolf if you give it the potion? Will it just turn into an adorable, harmless puppy?" he asked grinning. "And, I suppose I can come with you into the forest."
"I actually have no idea what it will do to the wolf, I mean transformation wise. It will be similar enough to a werewolf to be able to test for side-effects that a spell would be unable to inform us about," Draco rubbed the back of his neck as he explained. It was unfortunate that the wolf might be injured, but there was no other was to do this without just using an actual werewolf. "The potion won't even be in full effect anyway because technically there is still one ingredient we won't be adding and can't add until it is tested on a real werewolf."
"And what ingredient is that? I mean, wouldn't it change to whole thing if you add something new to it? What if it makes it poisonous or something?" Harry asked, confused as he helped Malfoy store the vials back in the cupboard. Potion creation was way too complex for him, he realized as his head began to ache.
Draco snorted, "That's unlikely, if not completely infeasible. The addition is a human genome sample, or more specifically the werewolf's own human DNA." It really was fairly complicated to explain. "You see, the potion has to be taken in werewolf form... we're going to basically infect it to be a human, similar to how it was infected in the first place as a werewolf, just without the whole biting condition." Draco had no idea if Potter was following along or not so he simplified, "His werewolf self will be infected by his own human DNA."
"Well, that kind of makes sense," Harry said, nodding as they left the classroom. He wondered how they were going to try and make a werewolf take the potion but didn't mention it out loud. "Wouldn't the potion kill the wolf if there's nothing it can transform into?" he asked instead, looking to the blonde and hoping the answer was that it would not die, as that seemed a little cruel to just kill the poor wolf. He already felt sad for the thing, but Malfoy needed to test his potion somehow before human tests could occur.
"Unfortunately that's a possibility, though I'm hoping against the wolf dying." Draco pushed the door open for Potter and followed behind him as they left. "But, I'd rather test it on a wolf than a human first, and I'm not just going to add some human DNA and chance accidentally turning the poor thing human or something. That would be cruel."
"You could use dog DNA and see if it would transform into a regular dog instead," Harry suggested as they entered the Slytherin Common Room, "It would be better than killing the poor thing." They walked down the hall and into Malfoy's room and Harry sat down on his mattress on the floor and kicked off his shoes. "I guess we need to find a wolf in the first place." Yawning, he stretched his arms over his head, still tired from being a bit hung-over from the party.
"The potion was created to act with a human component, not a dog one... I don't have a clue as to what would happen if we used dog DNA, and really I'd rather not just go around adding different substances to the potion." Draco noticed Harry sitting on the mattress and he knelt down in front of him, "C'mere," he said as he helped pull the boy's shirt up over his head, reaching out to grab at his waist and kiss him soundly when it was tossed aside.
Harry had been about to say something but then Malfoy was holding onto him and kissing him, and he forgot about speaking and just melted into it. One of his hands rested on Malfoy's chest, feeling his pulse beating rapidly through the soft, thin shirt, and he held onto the blonde's shoulder with the other.
It felt good having those lips pressing insistently against him, tongues dipping out to touch tentatively, and Harry just decided to let go of his worries for now – after all, something so enjoyable couldn't be so terribly wrong.
He licked at Potter's lips and his mouth dropped open with a gasp, allowing Draco access to explore the crevice with his tongue, entangling it around the wet muscle inside, battling for dominance as their teeth clacked together at the roughness of their kiss.
A shirtless Potter was fantastic in Draco's opinion, and he took his time rubbing his hands down the boy's shivering sides before exploring that broadly muscled chest, pulling away from Potter's mouth to lightly suck a path down his neck.
Tilting his head to the side to allow Malfoy better access, Harry tangled his hands into Malfoy's fine, blonde hair. "Damn," he breathed out, shuddering as he felt teeth scrape across his skin. He couldn't believe he was giving into Malfoy so easily, that it took almost nothing for him to lose control and let the boy do what he wanted with Harry's body. His hand snaked down Malfoy's body and he pulled at the bottom of his shirt, trying to lift it up, wanting to feel the skin underneath.
Quickly, Draco brought his hands up to his shirt and began undoing the buttons at the top, still brushing his lips across Potter's skin, moving down to lick at his collar bone. When his nimble fingers finished their task he moved lower to unbutton his pants as well, relieving the pressure of his growing erection. Draco let his hands slip under the boy's arse and lifted him up into his lap, groaning into his ear as he gently bit down on the lobe.
Harry moaned desperately as he straddled Malfoy, gripping his shoulders as their bodies met, chests heaving into one another as they crashed their mouths together for another kiss. His tight leather pants were rather restrictive but he didn't want to stop, couldn't move his mouth away, and just ground himself into the body underneath him searching for some kind of friction.
Draco gasped into Potter's mouth as their hips collided, their hard lengths pressing into each other through their clothes. There still wasn't enough pressure. He reached his hand between their bodies and brought it to the front of Potter's pants... oh right, leather, gods that must be painful. Draco grabbed his wand from the floor and muttered a spell, and suddenly the boy was pants-less.
"Mmhm," Draco said as their bodies met without the offending garment in the way. They pressed together desperately a few times. "Can I?" he questioned with a little whimper as he reached for the front of Potter's boxers.
Harry had sighed at the removal of his pants, pressing his hips closer to Malfoy now, revelling in the feeling of their bodies moving together. "Damn, please," he mumbled, pushing his face against Malfoy's shoulder and leaving small kisses there, biting down when the hand finally touched him. Soothingly, he licked at the mark he'd made and then groaned as that hand moved his boxers out of the way to grip his cock tightly.
Draco grasped Potter's hard, leaking cock and stroked teasingly, twisting his wrist just so, and stopping at the head to swipe his thumb along it every other stroke. The way Potter was moving his hips was driving him insane and he reached down with his free hand to draw himself out of his pants, moaning when the air hit his hot skin.
"Fuck... ah, need to feel you," he muttered, moaning between the words as he pushed Potter down onto the mattress. He drew his cock alongside his, grabbing them both in his hand now and stroking them together, thrusting his hips forward hard as Potter wrapped his legs around his thighs.
Harry just continued thrusting his hips, unable to stop for anything, "Shit, hurry–hurry up, please." He cupped his hand around the back of Malfoy's neck and brought his head down to kiss him. All he could think of were those hands working him to completion and that wicked mouth that did wonders to his body.
Moaning out, the sound caught deep in his chest, Draco pushed faster and stroked harder, pre-come slicking his hand and causing a sweet, nearly unbearable friction. He looked into Potter's suddenly open eyes, staring into that shifting green sea that seemed to be almost swallowed up by the black of his pupils, "Oh... shit," he whimpered between gasps, "come for me, Harry."
Harry's back arched upward as he cried out in pleasure, coming into Malfoy's hand, the waves of pleasure his orgasm brought making him shiver. "Fuck... fuck, Draco..." he panted, looking at him with a dazed, slack-jawed expression.
Draco thrust erratically into his now slick hand and came as Potter said his name, coating the boy's stomach before nearly collapsing on top of him as he gasped out for breath. He managed to roll over onto his side and he gave the boy's shoulder a quick kiss.
Closing his eyes, Harry panted, his chest moving fast as he attempted to catch his breath. He sleepily searched for his wand and when he had it in hand he mumbled a quick cleaning spell before his arm dropped back to his side. "Shit," he whispered into the quiet room. They had done it again... for the second time that day. He turned his head to look at Malfoy.
He felt like he could pass out any second; Draco's eyes were closed and he breathed heavily through his nose feeling the warmth of Potter's body against his side. Not wanting to fall asleep on the mattress with his dick hanging from his pants, he opened his eyes to find Potter already looking at him, and said, "My bed's more comfortable."
"You can go over there then," Harry told him as he pulled his boxer's up. Of course for Malfoy it was all about the sex, they would never cuddle or anything of that sort, and Harry wondered why he felt so disappointed knowing that. He looked up at the ceiling and yawned, stretching his arms over his head as he waited for the boy to head to his own bed.
"I meant that we should both go lay on my bed," Draco said, tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling his pants off. "This bed is way too small and one of us is likely to fall out of it." He rested his head upon Potter's chest and began lazily drawing circles across his tanned olive skin.
Harry shivered at the gentle touch and the corners of his lips twitched up into a half-smile. "Mmm... maybe you're right," he said, looking down at the mess of blonde hair on his chest. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes open already; feeling so relaxed and content that if they didn't move soon he felt he could probably fall asleep at any time.
Sighing in agreement, Draco's fingers slowed their progress as his eyes started to droop shut. He was quite comfortable and very satisfied – Harry somehow making him feel both safe and warm. Within seconds he was asleep.
He laughed quietly when he realized that Malfoy had fallen asleep on him. Harry ran a hand through the soft, light hair and stared down into the boy's peaceful face. Pulling up the covers he quickly fell asleep as well.