AN: Porn! Lots of porn. Just a warning.
He had a good sleep during the night, not waking once and without any bad dreams. Harry thought it might have something to do with sleeping with Malfoy and being held tight in his arms. He woke up when he heard someone's voice and realized it was Daisy trying to wake them both.
"Mr. Potter, sir, it's time to wake up. You'll miss breakfast," she said in her high squeaking voice.
Draco's arm went up over his face as he heard the high-pitched tone of Daisy's voice. He didn't want to get up, he was comfy and warm. "Fuck," he growled out, not wanting to go to Care Of Magical Creatures first thing in the morning.
Harry sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and yawning, reaching a hand out to shake Malfoy's shoulder. "C'mon we can't be late," he said and then stretched his arms above his head.
"Mmm, I'll get up if I get a kiss," Draco mumbled, trying to pull the blankets up over his head. Screw Hagrid, he hated that class anyway.
Laughing softly Harry pulled the blankets away and pushed them down to the bed and off onto the floor. "You'll get one when you sit up," he said grinning, "C'mon, we don't have all morning."
"Ugghh..." Draco replied, shivering with the blankets gone and finally sitting up. He blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the light of the room. "There, I'm up," he said pointedly, looking to where Potter was putting on his pants.
Harry laughed again and leaned over to peck Malfoy's lips before continuing to fight with his pants for another minute or so until they were to his waist. "Do I really have to wear these all week?" he asked with a grimace.
"No. Though it is pretty amusing watching you struggling in and out of them every day," Draco said as he pulled on his own clothes followed by his school robes. "But we'll have to go pick you up something else. I'm not letting you wear those large rags again or decide for yourself. You've lost your clothes deciding privileges as long as I still have some sort of leverage to have a say about it. Lucky for you, us Seventh Years can go to Hogsmede whenever we want."
He huffed and finished dressing, but he was glad he'd be able to get something else to wear. The pants were a nuisance. "I guess I can live with that for now," Harry said as he fixed his tie and threw on his robes, "just nothing too ridiculous, please."
They finished getting ready and both headed outside to Hagrid's hut for class. "I wonder what horrifying creature we'll be forced to 'take care of' today," Draco sneered out loud when they arrived.
Harry looked to Malfoy and slapped his shoulder, "Hush you. It's really not that bad – just because you prefer dead animals as ingredients..." he trailed off and shook his head at the blonde.
"Some of the creatures are actually quite cute sometimes." It wasn't often, but Hagrid didn't always make them look after dangerous or illegal creatures. And who else was going to defend the half-giant, but Harry?
Draco just kept his mouth shut. He knew there was no sense in arguing about the fact that most of the animals were very dangerous. He saw Weasley staring with a frown at the two of them standing together and decided to glare back at him. Obviously the fiery tempered boy was jealous... too bad for him.
Smirking at the red-head's flushed face, Draco thought about what Potter and him really got up to behind closed doors. The weasel would likely burst a vein if he knew about what his best friend did with Draco when they were alone. He turned away to listen to Hagrid as the giant man brought forth a creature.
"Be right back," Harry said before moving over to stand beside Ron. "Hey." He smiled as he looked to his best friend and asked, "How did your potion with Zabini turn out?"
"Hey, it was horrible. Snape made us stay after class to clean up when it started spitting out green globs of goo," Ron replied, making a face that showed his displeasure.
Draco hid a grin behind his hand when he heard Weasley's voice and watched in amazement as Hagrid actually brought forward a cute, fuzzy animal. They took care of the fluff-ball rabbits that could hop higher than he was tall into the air, feeding them carrots and petting their soft fur.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Harry said, trying to console Ron. He'd thought that Zabini, having been Malfoy's Potion's partner for so long, might have known what he was doing, but it was obvious that wasn't true. He moved back over to Malfoy tending his rabbit, enjoying the lesson and grinning at the blonde. "Told you it's not so bad," he said, laughing as he poked the boy's side.
"This time," Draco drawled as he fed the rabbit. Class was soon over and they went their separate ways to the their next classes and then met up in the Great Hall for lunch.
"So how about we meet at Madame Spinner's in about an hour for your clothes? That way you can wander around with your friends a bit first and I can pick up everything else I need," Draco suggested to Potter.
He also needed some time to think without Potter's green eyes anywhere in his proximity but he didn't need the Gryffindor aware of that.
"Sounds like a plan," Harry agreed with a smile. "I'll see you later then," he added before walking away and down to the little village with Ron, Hermione, and few other Gryffindor's, talking with some of his Quidditch team about their next match. He ignored any questions about what was up with the bet and distracted them all by buying a round of drinks. He had fun and drank some Butter-beer at Rosmerta's with them all before meeting up with Malfoy.
Draco finished up his lunch before heading into Hogsmede and wandering around in the shops for an hour or so. He gathered all sorts of sweets and goodies, stopping to pick up some potion ingredients and books, and even finding a few things at the joke shop to buy. Draco had even found a lubricant that sensed your favourite flavour and changed thusly.
He finally stopped outside the clothing shop and waited for Potter, leaning against the wall of the shop nonchalantly as he sucked on a bright red lollipop.
Harry smiled and waved his hand in greeting at seeing Malfoy already waiting for him when he arrived. He swallowed hard when he saw the boy sucking on the lolly, blushing fiercely as he watched his tongue swirl around the sticky treat. "Uhm, so..." he said, biting his lip. Harry gave up trying to talk and opened the door to the shop, trying to get the dirty thoughts of Malfoy's wicked mouth out of his head.
"Want a lick?" Draco asked smoothly, pulling the lollipop from his mouth and holding it out to Potter. The boy ignored him and they entered the store, immediately beginning to peruse through the stacks of clothing. Draco found a multitude of items he thought would look good on Potter and started making a pile. A middle aged, blonde witch introduced herself and asked if they needed any help.
"Can you take his measurements, please?" Draco asked politely, not looking up as he sorted through some clothes.
Shaking his head, Harry just watched Malfoy choosing clothes for him, letting the woman take his measurements with a sigh. When she was finished, Harry grabbed some random things from the pile Malfoy was making to look at what he'd chosen.
"Malfoy, I don't think I need this many clothes," he said after a while, eyes wide at the amount of things the blonde expected him to buy.
Draco scoffed, "You can never have too many clothes, Potter." He added more to the pile, a few good pairs of shoes and a lovely pair of dragon hide boots. "There are undergarments and socks in the pile too," he mentioned.
There was quite a large amount of items, but Draco was hoping that if he provided Potter with a completely new wardrobe that the boy would get rid of most of his other stuff. When he was finished, Draco asked the lady for the total cost and told her to charge it to his own account.
"No, no... I can pay for that myself!" Harry protested as he walked up to the counter. He had more than enough money to buy everything for himself, he'd just never had any reason before this to spend so much on clothes.
"You don't need to pay for this," he said, setting his sack of money on the counter top with a sweet smile at the witch behind the till. Not that he really wanted to spend so much, but he probably did need a new wardrobe any way, and he'd had to do none of the actual shopping himself which was a bonus.
Quirking an eyebrow at Potter, Draco stepped forward, "Are you filthy rich like I am, Harry?" he asked, purposefully using the boy's given name, his voice beginning to take on that distinctive drawl when he really wanted something.
"Do you have so much money that you have no idea what to do with it all? Because I do. And I want to buy this for you. I'm the one forcing you to get all of it anyway."
Draco picked up the sack of money from the counter and thrust it back into Potter's hands. "Just think of it as seven years worth of birthday presents or something." He gave Potter a wide, winning grin.
"You're crazy," Harry said, laughing and shaking his head in disbelief, "Well, thank you then." He grabbed the bag the witch handed him, magicked to hold all of the items within even though it was normal in size. "I suppose I should sort out some of my old things now that I have these," Harry said, gesturing to the bag of clothes, "Otherwise nothing will fit in my wardrobe."
"I could come help, if you want? We could have a bonfire," Draco joked, though he wasn't actually joking and would be thrilled to burn all of Potter's old clothes if given the chance. "So, what should we do now? Want to get a drink?"
"If you dare to come up to the Gryffindor Tower with me," Harry said with a shrug. "I guess a drink doesn't sound too bad," he admitted and they walked together to the Three Broomsticks. Most of the students were already heading back to the castle so it was easy to find a table.
They sat across from each other at a small table and ordered their drinks. Draco ordered a large coffee with a shot of whiskey in it. "I'll go to your tower. I've never been - always wanted to see how the other side lived," he said as he sipped his hot drink.
Harry had another butter-beer and chuckled at Malfoy's remark. "Well I can take you up there," he said, "but my fellow Gryffindor's won't be too happy about it I bet. I can always say that you forced me to bring you because of the bet." He grinned at the Slytherin and took a swig of his drink.
"Won't that be a riot," Draco stated, laughing at the possibility of it being true, "Could be fun I suppose." They drank in silence as people mulled about around them.
"So, we do the clothes thing, then supper, wolf tests... we'll probably need a shower afterwards, then I'll ravish you, and lastly sleep. That's my plan for the day. What do you think, sound good to you?" Draco said with a smirk, licking the coffee from his lips as he stared across the table at Potter.
Harry bit his lip and looked around to make sure no one had heard the blonde. He was kind of speechless. Draco Malfoy was a giant flirt. The weird thing was that he was flirting with him... had been basically since the night of the party.
He had no idea what Malfoy was expecting from him but it sent a thrill of something through his body.
"If that's your plan I guess I can follow it for now. First I need to try my clothes on." He grinned a little and finished off his beer.
Draco emptied the rest of his cup in one swallow and pushed his chair back to stand, leaving a few galleons on the table to pay for their drinks. "Well, if I have to watch you getting in and out of your clothes it might not be in that exact order."
Harry snorted and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess you'll have to hold yourself back then," he teased and stood up, "we can't not follow the plan, right?" Grinning even more, Harry grabbed his bag and left with Malfoy to walk back up to the castle. He was getting more comfortable with their closeness and enjoyed the little bit of teasing between them.
He pushed Potter with his shoulder as they made their way back, "Well, I assumed Gryffindor territory was out of bounds for that sort of thing any way. Don't want anyone catching us, right?" They reached the castle and Draco opened the door for Potter and followed him inside, letting him lead the way as he only had a general idea of where the brunette's common room was located.
"Also, following the plan makes sure I don't forget the things I want to do..." Draco walked alongside Potter and brushed their arms together, "though lately all I've wanted to do is keep you in my bed and throw the rest of my plans out the window," he said, smirking triumphantly at Potter's blush.
Harry grinned sheepishly, "I'm not so lucky as to have my own room, so maybe not. It would be awkward to try and explain anything if we were caught," he replied and then told the Fat Lady the password, waiting for the portrait to swing open before they could enter. He ignored the stares and glares from his house mates as he pulled Malfoy along straight to his room without stopping.
All of the rooms inhabitants were out so they didn't have to deal with explaining what Malfoy was doing there, or with Ron's temper. "I'll take a few things with me to your room for the rest of the week. The rest of it goes in here," Harry said, pointing to his wardrobe and setting the bag of clothes on his bed.
Draco kept his mouth shut as they moved through the common room and into Potter's shared bedroom. When the boy pointed out his wardrobe, Draco grimaced at the pieces of so called 'clothing' he saw inside. "Anything in here that you absolutely have to keep?" he asked, brandishing his wand.
"My clothes aren't that bad," Harry said with a glare, pushing Malfoy out of the way to remove a few good shirts, a pair of jeans that actually fit, his robes, and his shoes from the wardrobe. "There, I don't need the rest of it," he said and put the things he had grabbed onto his bed. "Do you really want to set it all on fire?"
Draco turned and looked straight into Potter's face with a smirk before pointing his wand inside the wardrobe and casting Incendio. The clothes went up in flames and he waited for a couple minutes before extinguishing the fire and cleaning up the ashes and remaining scorched fabric.
"There," Draco said firmly with a feeling of accomplishment, and then started going through the new clothes, sorting them and putting them away, leaving out a few things for Potter to try on still.
Harry wasn't too sad about the loss of his clothes and he watched Malfoy sorting through his clothes with a grin. He put the things Malfoy had left out for him into his backpack to take with him down to the Slytherin's room and put his older clothes back inside the wardrobe. "Okay, I'm hungry now, I'll try those on for you later," he told the blonde with a little laugh.
"And I'll take them off of you later," Draco said suggestively and finished putting Potter's new things away. He walked over to the boy and threw him down onto one of the beds, kissing him soundly before pulling away and running a hand through his hair. "Just had to do that. Let's go to dinner."
"You just had to choose Ron's bed, right?" Harry said with a chuckle, his cheeks flushed and a dazed smile across his face. Malfoy was an amazing kisser, it had left him breathless. He took a few deep, calming breaths and followed Malfoy out of the room.
"Gods, that was Weasley's bed?" Draco asked with a grimace and a shudder, "My mistake, I'll stick to ravishing you in my bed."
In the Great Hall Ron glared at them both when they entered. "How could you bring this Slytherin scum into our room?" Ron asked Harry when he neared the tables.
He sobered up a bit once they were in the Great Hall at the sight of the fuming, scarlet red Gryffindor. "I forced him to, Weasley. Back off," Draco said in Potter's defence.
"I didn't ask you, did I?" Ron spat back at Malfoy. "You could have said 'no'!" He said, turning back to Harry, brows furrowing in confusion.
Harry shrugged and sat down to eat. He really couldn't have refused thanks to the bet, even though he had let Malfoy up to their rooms of his own free will, having nothing to do with the bet.
"Don't get so worked up about it Ron," Harry said simply, not in the mood to discuss Ron's problems with Malfoy. They could do that another time when Harry wasn't imagining all the things he wanted to do with the Slytherin after supper. Their relationship was becoming very strange.
Draco left to his own table, leaving Potter to deal with his red-headed friend's temper. He ate and chatted with his table mates, discussing the Quidditch practice he had booked for the next day. When he finished up his food, he bid them farewell and waited at the outer doors of the Great Hall, leaning his shoulder up against the wall and crossing his long legs to hold himself steady. Draco riffled through his bag for another lollipop.
Staying a bit longer with his friends so they wouldn't be so upset with him, Harry watched Malfoy leave the Hall with anticipation. Eventually he left the table and found the boy outside the room waiting for him. He groaned when he saw him with a lollipop again.
"You really enjoy teasing me, don't you?" he muttered as they left the hall to head down to the dungeons for Malfoy to perform the test on the wolf.
"Of course," Draco said, removing the sweet from his mouth with a wet 'pop'. "But I grabbed one for you this time," he said with a smile, bringing his hand forward from behind his back and holding out a lolly for Potter. They stopped in front of the doors to the Potion's classroom, "Time to play with the wolf," he said and then pushed the door open.
"Thank you," Harry said and slowly flicked his tongue out to taste the treat. "I bet the wolf is totally looking forward to your 'playtime'." He chuckled a little – it wasn't really funny but he laughed anyway at the look on Malfoy's face. "I wonder what will happen to it," he added as they walked into the empty classroom.
"I guess we'll find out," Draco replied, watching Potter's lithe tongue circle the candy before it disappeared inside his mouth. "I see what you mean about the teasing," he commented, feeling a tightening of his pants at the sight. He looked away from Potter's mouth and knocked on the door to Professor Snape's private rooms.
"It's just fair that you get a taste of your own medicine," Harry said with a short laugh before Malfoy knocked. He realized he was actually going to get to see Snape's private rooms and wondered what they would look like.
Snape opened the door with his usual surly expression tinged with annoyance, "Finally here to take care of your wolf?"
"Yes, sorry sir," Draco said as his Professor pulled the door open and stepped aside to allow them both entrance. They followed the man through his sitting room to a bare room that held the wolf. Draco stunned it before levitating the cage and brought it out of the man's rooms and into the classroom. He cast Enervate on it after setting the cage down on the floor and grabbed his potion.
Harry had looked in wonder at Snape's living quarters. It felt kind of homey, surprisingly, and was a lot nicer than he had imagined it would be. He kept quiet and simply followed Malfoy around. "Any idea how we're going to get the wolf to take the potion?" Harry asked, watching the wolf stare at them through the cage, it's sharp teeth on display. He took a step back even though he knew the cage was strong and safe.
Draco thought for a moment and then summoned a large dish, filling it with water and banishing it into the cage. The wolf sniffed it first and then started to lap at the cool liquid, clearly very thirsty. "We might have to dilute it in some water," Draco said as they watched the wolf empty the dish. It looked up at them again, yellow eyes following their every movement, and tilted it's head to the side.
"You might be right, it still looks thirsty," Harry said and eyed the wolf. It didn't look as aggressive any more. "I think it'll drink it if you mix it in, as long as it can't smell the potion," he added, stepping up next to Malfoy, no longer as wary of the creature.
Summoning back the bowl from the cage he refilled it with water and then turned his back to the wolf, setting it on the table and pouring a few drops of his potion into it. He stirred it with a wooden spoon a few times and then gave it back to the animal. It was a good thing it was practically odourless.
Harry watched with interest as the wolf lapped at the liquid. "How long do you think it will be until it has a reaction to it?" he asked Malfoy, looking away to glance at the blonde briefly. "I really hope it doesn't die."
"It should take effect immediately," Draco replied as they watched the wolf intently. It finished the bowl of water and began scratching itself along it's front shoulders with it's hind leg. "Well we already knew that something for itching needs to be added," he commented and when nothing else obvious happened he shrugged, "I guess there's no other side-effects for now."
"That's good, even with the itching - as soon as you find a way to counteract that it'll be even better," Harry said, relieved the wolf hadn't dropped dead. "Shouldn't something else happen?" He frowned and looked back to Malfoy again. "Or do you think that's it?" The wolf looked at both of them and then barked loudly.
Draco tilted his head to the side and thought about what reactions his potion could have, pulling the stick of his finished lollipop from his mouth and tossing it into the trash. "I don't really know... since the potion wasn't made for quite this purpose it means that anything could happen. But since there's nothing for it to transform into it's likely nothing else will happen." They continued watching the wolf for a few more minutes. "I'll see if it's possible for Professor Snape to keep an eye on it for one more night."
"You're lucky he's helping you in this way," Harry said, staring at the caged animal with a little pity. It seemed fine though so he shrugged and sat back onto the table top, swinging his legs and waiting for Malfoy to decide he was satisfied enough to leave the wolf in Snape's capable hands.
He hoped they could finally get back to Malfoy's room, and he thought that maybe he should feel somewhat ashamed of how desperate he was, but decided he didn't really care. Harry was just going to enjoy it as long as it was happening. He'd never been able to enjoy a sexual relationship with anyone before, so he was taking advantage of it, even if it was with Malfoy. He still couldn't really wrap his head around that part.
"Okay, why don't you head down and shower if you want to, and I'll go discuss this with him," Draco said, levitating the cage again but not stunning the creature as he wasn't sure how certain spells might react with the potion. "We have to discuss what my next step in this endeavour is going to be anyway and I'll probably have to find something to feed the wolf as well."
"Showering alone?" Harry asked and almost pouted but instead nodded. "I can't really bring anything productive to that conversation anyway I suppose," he realized and followed Malfoy back to the door to Snape's rooms. "Don't you think he has something to feed it already? I mean, he's had it for a whole night already, he surely fed him at some point."
"Maybe," Draco mused, "I'm sure you'll be fine alone and I won't be too long... I hope." He smiled and entered the rooms with the wolf floating out in front of him, finding his Professor sitting in a deep brown, oversized leather chair reading by a brightly lit fireplace. They discussed everything about his potion, all the tests and effects, eventually coming to an agreement that it seemed to work thus far and that a human subject could be provided for further testing.
He was fairly nervous about that. If he tested it on a person he'd find out for sure whether his potion was viable or not. Draco nodded as Professor Snape spoke of making plans to find a suitable candidate for the testing process and assured him that he would take the wolf for one more night before releasing it back into the forest.
"Are you sure you have everything in order, Mr. Malfoy?" Professor Snape asked, sipping his scotch and staring him down with those black whirlpool eyes. Draco was sure he didn't just mean about the Potion. Snape never just talked plainly. There was always something else behind everything the man did.
"Yes, sir," Draco replied, keeping his answer simple as his mind whirled over possibilities.
Harry went down to the Slytherin common room. He left his bag of clothes in Malfoy's room and then quickly took a shower, locking the door behind him so no one could bother him, humming as he relaxed under the hot water. With a towel wrapped around his waist he returned to the room and pulled out a few of his new clothes to try on, wanting to see if they fit properly and suited him at all.
He actually liked most of the things Malfoy had picked out for him, though the pieces seemed tighter then he would have liked, but not nearly as bad as those damnable leather pants and clearly a lot more comfortable. He chuckled for a second as he held a pair of trousers up to check out the length.
Thanking the man for the help he had provided, Draco left Snape in peace and strolled back to his common room, going straight into the bathroom to take a shower. When he was done he wrapped a towel loosely around himself and went to check on Potter. The boy was dressed superbly in some of his new attire, form-fitting black jeans and a dark red t-shirt, "You look good enough to eat."
Turning around at Malfoy's voice, Harry managed to smile a little at his words even though he was picturing the different ways the Slytherin could have meant that comment.
"I like this new stuff actually - never thought tight fitting clothes could be so comfortable though," he said and opened the shirt by the buttons down the front to take it off again, putting it back with all the other articles of clothing spread out on Malfoy's bed. He wanted to try a few more things on still.
"That's good, I'd hate to think you wore those baggy monstrosities you called 'clothes' because you liked them. At least you have some taste," Draco teased, looking over Potter's bare chest and licking his lips. He held himself in check for the moment and put his own things he had bought while in Hogsmede away as he waited to see what the boy would try on next.
Harry laughed and shrugged. "They were things I got from my cousin. My aunt and uncle never bothered to buy me clothes and I never bothered to buy anything else while I still lived with them. I thought, and still think, that there are more important things," he explained, picking up a navy blue sweater and fingering the soft fabric. Harry turned back to the mirror, thinking it was probably the first time he found he liked his clothes and thought he looked good in them.
"Appearance is always important, Potter. People will take you more seriously when you look presentable." Draco stepped behind Potter, wrapping his arms around his middle and placing his chin down on his shoulder. "You look fantastic," he told the boy with a grin, "Now all the girls will be all over you." He didn't really like the thought of that, because he wanted Potter right now, and what Draco wanted was only his to have, but he was trying to stroke the boy's ego – Potter had some serious self-esteem issues and he had no idea why since the Gryffindor was very attractive.
Smiling and leaning back into Malfoy, Harry watched the picture they made in the mirror. They almost looked like a couple and he blushed, not sure what to think about that. "I don't quite care if there are girls all over me, they don't have much of a chance..." he said, not having even the slightest bit of interest in girls, "boys on the other hand," Harry added to test Malfoy's reaction.
"Well they had better not be all over you," Draco responded smartly, a blush staining his face as he fought off the sudden onslaught of jealousy he felt. He had no idea what would happen between Potter and him after the week was over but he didn't really feel like thinking about it too hard. Instead, Draco bent forward to brush his lips against Potter's cheek. "I want to be the only one all over you," he whispered. Potter would probably like to hear something like that.
Harry blushed even more at the comment and turned his head to the side to look at Malfoy directly. "Yeah?" he asked softly, smiling. "Jealous?" he added with a teasing tone and then pecked Malfoy on the lips. Harry would deny it if ever asked, but he actually liked the attention and that Malfoy seemed to get a bit jealous over him. It made Harry feel wanted.
"Yes," Draco answered, turning the boy around in his arms and deepening the kiss, teasing his mouth open with his tongue. Everyone knew Malfoy's were possessive. After a minute he pulled back to look into Potter's sparkling green eyes – Draco wanted him so badly his chest hurt. He grasped the brunette's hand and led him toward the bed, pushing him down to sit on the edge.
Pushing the clothes off the bed with a grin, Harry looked up at Malfoy standing before him. "Were you jealous of Zabini - when he gave me that lap dance?" he asked, still grinning at his daring remark.
Draco swallowed hard. He had definitely been jealous even if he had tried denying it at first. "I was very jealous... that he was touching you and rubbing himself all over your body." He brought his fingers up to his collar and began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly making his way down the row of small buttons as he started swinging his hips in a seductive dance from side to side.
Moving forward so that the bulge of his crotch was right in front of Potter's face, Draco stared down at him, lust written all over his face, his eyes dark and half-lidded. He did a little pelvic roll as his shirt came undone, baring a stretch of his chest and stomach to the boy's view. He dropped down and forcefully pushed Potter's legs wide open, inserting himself between them before crawling up his body like a lithe panther stalking it's prey, all the while moving his body enticingly.
Harry watched every single movement with wide, darkening eyes and licked his lips. "Yeah..." he breathed out, "would you rather have done so yourself?" he asked, wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck when he reached his face. Rolling his hips up he moaned lowly, wanting Malfoy again badly, his body craving and anticipating his touches.
"Definitely," Draco replied firmly, pushing Potter's arms away to grab his own shirt sleeves and slide them teasingly down his arms until the garment was pooled at their feet on the floor. When it looked like Potter was going to reach out to touch him again he suddenly moved off of him and turned around, sitting down roughly in his lap. Draco wiggled his hips, lifting up and pushing back down onto Potter's obvious erection, grinding his arse into it teasingly with just enough pressure to drive them both mad.
He leaned back against Potter's chest and brought his arm up over his shoulder to hold onto the back of the the brunette's neck. Groaning, Draco moved his hips against him slowly, taking his time seducing the Gryffindor.
Harry closed his eyes and his head dropped back at the pressure and relentless movement of Malfoy's arse. "Fuck," he breathed out, resting his hands on the blonde's waist and brushing his fingers along his soft skin. Harry moved his hips up, trying to get more friction through his jeans, which were beginning to become very uncomfortable. His eyes fluttered open again to watch Malfoy undulating in his lap and he kissed the back of his neck, gently nipping the skin with his teeth.
Pushing his hand down his own body, Draco undid the button of his pants before suddenly lifting himself from Potter's lap and swiftly pulling them off. He bent over completely to get them off his legs then turned back around to face him as he threw them to the side. He straddled Potter's lap again, running his nails up his arms just hard enough for him to feel it. Draco moved his mouth forward to kiss him passionately, rolling his hips down against him and then sighed in frustration.
"These – off." he demanded as he pulled on the offending fabric of Potter's jeans.
"Please," Harry said and popped the button open so he could get them off. He shimmied his hips under Malfoy's weight and managed to pull the jeans down to his knees, taking his boxers along with them. He kissed Malfoy again, groaning into it and pressed their body's tighter together so their groins met.
"Do it again... please..." Harry whispered, "What you d-did last time," he panted against his mouth.
"Yeah... yeah, okay," Draco whispered back, coaxing Potter to lay down. He pulled the boy's boxers off the rest of the way, watching his cock jump up to slap against his stomach and leave a trail of slickness against it. Spreading Potter's thighs open gently, Draco kissed his way up his legs and nestled his cheek along the hard length between them before flicking his tongue out to lick a long stripe up it.
Harry looked down at Malfoy between his legs and moaned loudly as soon as he felt that marvelous tongue touching him. He arched his back trying to get more of the feeling. Harry wondered for a second how Malfoy had become so skilled with his mouth and what he was doing, but then it didn't matter one bit as he felt that hot mouth surround him. "Fuck, Malfoy... shit," Harry whimpered as he squirmed.
Draco moved his mouth along the length, treating it much like the lollipop he had been teasing Potter with earlier, sucking hard as he twirled his tongue around. He came back up to lightly suck on the tip and reached his hand out to find his wand, accio-ing the lubricant he had recently bought. He dropped it down onto the bed for the time being and continued sucking Harry's cock with enthusiasm.
Pushing both his hands under Potter's arse, he lifted him up and brought his mouth down lower to his balls, spit dripping down his chin and onto the blankets as he sucked first one then the other into the wet cavern of his mouth.
Waves of pleasure were rushing through Harry's body and he sobbed quietly, tangling his fingers in Malfoy's hair and tugging on it. "Feels good... so good," he breathed out, already starting to pant. He wondered over how easily Malfoy was manipulating his body and how every touch felt so good.
"Mmhm," Draco replied, tonguing at Potter's heavy sac and lifting him even higher, spreading his arse with his hands as he let his tongue explore lower. He licked at the puckered skin he found with circled motions, twirling his tongue around and around, and moving his lips to kiss him there wetly.
"Shit, Draco, what?" Harry moaned out in a high pitch. The feeling of Malfoy's tongue at his entrance made him shake with pleasure and he arched his back desperately. "Oh god," he was panting hard at the feeling and a blush suffused his face as he thought about how dirty it was to have Malfoy's mouth on his arsehole. But it was a feeling like no other, it felt both naughty and good, and Harry squirmed trying to spread his legs more for the blonde to have better access. His thighs ached from holding himself up.
After a few more minutes of licking that spot, Draco straightened his tongue out and pushed the tip right at the centre, sliding the slick muscle inside as he sucked on the skin surrounding it. He wiggled around gently at first, opening him up to take more of it, and was soon thrusting in and out of Potter's taut hole, fucking him slowly with his tongue.
It was so tight and Draco groaned at the feeling of having his tongue inside the fit, virgin body. His cock ached at the thought of being able to feel every ridge, every line... he sucked harder, wanting to bury himself in such a tight heat that it was driving him mad.
Harry's hips were moving on their own and he wasn't sure how long he would last. "So close..." he moaned, trying to focus on his breathing and not the warm feeling spreading out from his arse. "Fuck... your tongue... gods." He lifted his arm up to cover his blushing face so he couldn't see the blonde's head between his legs.
Backing off, Draco looked up at Potter from between his legs, noticing the blush across his face with a smirk. "I thought you wanted me to do what I did last time?" he asked and grabbed the lubricant, spreading a large amount on two of his fingers.
Harry took a deep breath and looked down again. "And how am I supposed to know you can do such wondrous things with your mouth before you even get to it?" He chuckled a little, breathlessly, and rose an eyebrow while staring into Malfoy's heated grey eyes.
Draco smiled at him. "Hold your legs, love," he told him as he dropped his mouth back down to nip at Potter's thigh. He waited for him to do so, stroking along his arse cheeks with his clean hand, and then moved up to grip the base of Potter's cock tightly as he moved a slick finger across his entrance. "Don't come yet," he said quietly as he swept his finger back and forth.
Holding his legs close to his body, Harry continued taking deep breaths as he waited for Malfoy to continue. He wasn't nervous like he thought he might've been, his body loose and wanting, though it was a bit embarrassing having his arse on display and holding himself open for Malfoy. The blonde could see everything.
He whimpered at having his release denied to him but he also wanted to last a bit longer and it helped. It wasn't as weird a feeling as last time because he was expecting it and Harry felt the pleasure of it almost right away, biting his lip to hold back a deep groan at the sensation.
Figuring he'd teased Potter enough, Draco pressed the tip of his finger forward, breaching his body slowly. "Push down on it, it'll feel better," he told the boy soothingly as his finger sunk in deeper. Finally it was completely inside and Draco's breath hitched at the sight of it being deep in Potter's lovely arse. Gods he was so tight, he could feel every pulse around his finger. He eventually moved, keeping a slow pace as he waited for Potter to adjust to the stretched feeling, eyes riveted to the sight of his finger sinking in again and again.
Harry rocked back on Malfoy's finger, wiggling his hips and moaning softly. He'd never felt so... full. His nerve ending were on fire. Even though there was a bit of pain it was only a slight burn from the stretch of his hole taking it in. Every slide inside him made him clench, trying to keep it inside his body. He needed more and he clenched harder around that single finger wanting to have that exploding feeling again. "Please," he whispered, his hips moving down roughly on their own.
Draco groaned as he watched Potter fuck himself on his finger. He kept his arm straight so it wouldn't hurt either of them and he sped up, thrusting a little harder into him. He mouthed at Potter's hip and brought a second finger up to rub at his entrance, slicking it with more lube before pressing it in alongside the other one. Draco could see Potter clenching down around it, unused to the feeling of being stretched so much and probably feeling the burn of the intrusion; he brought his mouth back down to lick around the rim of his hole, saliva wetting the reddened skin and soothing whatever pain he might have caused with small flicks of his tongue.
Moaning shamelessly he bucked his hips, grinding his arse down against Malfoy's face. "Please-Draco... please," Harry whimpered, sounding extremely desperate, begging for that electric feeling. He wanted to see those stars, wanted to feel his whole body shake because of the intense pleasure inside of him. He clenched his arse rhythmically as Malfoy's slender fingers slid in and out of him.
He pushed his own hips down into the bed at the sound of Potter's pleading, trapping his cock and trying to keep himself from rutting against the bed for his own release, his own arse clenching as he imagined the feeling. It was so hot watching Potter lose control like this, with Draco's fingers up his arse and his name falling from the boy's lips. Draco licked back up his balls and tongued the slit of his cock as he pumped his fingers in deep, curling them up in search of his prostate.
Draco knew when he'd found it because Potter cried out and bucked his hips down hard onto his fingers. Thrusting his fingers harder, he hit the little nub continuously, pulling the head of the brunette's erection into his mouth and sucking on it hard. He released his hold on the base and swallowed the pulsing cock down his throat, stabbing at the bundle of nerves roughly and massaging it.
Harry moaned and whimpered, his body covered in sweat, as pleasure shot up and down his spine. His arse was full and tingling, and it was amazing – there was that feeling of electricity moving through his whole body. "Oh, fuck-fuck... Draco... Draco," he gasped out, still moaning.
As Malfoy finally released his hold on his cock, Harry screamed, not caring if anyone could hear him, unable to think of anything but the feeling that he was about to come and he'd never felt so good before. "Shit..." he said, coming down Malfoy's throat, his hips snapping down to impale himself on those fingers and then up into the warm mouth quickly in a way he had no control over. His hips stopped moving after a minute and his body felt relaxed and satiated. Harry panted and closed his eyes, lowering his legs slowly.
"That was fucking hot, Potter," Draco said after moving his mouth from Potter's length. He gently slid his fingers free. His own cock was flushed and achingly hard but he waited, moving the lube aside as he crawled up the bed and stared down at Potter. "Did you like that?" Draco practically purred.
Harry opened his eyes and nodded slowly. "Never felt like that before," he whispered before pushing Malfoy onto his back and straddling him. He took his time kissing down the blonde's body, flicking his tongue over his nipples, wanting to pleasure him and make him feel the same way Harry had felt.
Draco sighed out as Potter tentatively touched him and ran his legs up to wrap around his slim hips. His body jerked when his nipples were tongued and he let out an embarrassingly high moan. "Harry," he breathed out, fingers sinking into Potter's sides as he clung to him.
Harry moved down to Malfoy's flat abdomen and followed the line of soft, blonde hair down with licks and light kisses. Wrapping his fingers around Malfoy's hard length, Harry lowered his lips over the tip of it, moving one hand up to play with his hardening nipples as he began to move his mouth down around his cock. He hummed around the mouthful and sucked hard.
When Malfoy bucked upward he brought his hand back down to hold his hips in place. He was pleased when Malfoy stilled and he brought his hand down to brush along the boy's balls and then down lower, curious if the blonde Slytherin would like the touch.
Groaning and biting on his bottom lip, Draco turned his head to the side and squeezed his eyes shut. Potter's mouth was doing amazing things even though he was obviously inexperienced, but the warm suction was more than pleasant and he was more than adequate with his tongue. Draco suddenly wanted to see what the boy looked like between his legs so he forced his eyes open and looked down his own body.
"Oh, fuck," he gasped out as he saw the dark, messy head of hair and Potter's fingers wrapping around him as he couldn't get the whole of Draco's length in his mouth. And then the green eyed boy lifted his face a little to look at him and Draco couldn't help the bucking of his hips at the sight.
He stared up at Malfoy and felt flushed at the sight of the blonde falling apart under Harry's mouth and tongue, feeling something like pride at being able to make his ex-nemesis lose control. Harry kept up the task of making him feel good, brushing his fingers along the boy's perfectly round arse as he worked his tongue until his jaw was aching.
Draco bit down on his lip harder and threaded his fingers through Potter's unruly hair, pulling a little but not enough to really hurt him. "Fuck... look at you," he said in between moans, willing his hips to stay still but fighting a losing battle. "Fuck, fuck me. Gods... please," Draco hissed as Potter's fingers dipped between the cheeks of his arse, "Yes, Harry-please."
Harry slowly pulled away, rubbing his hands along the blonde's sides and licking his sore lips. "Like... actually fucking you?" he asked with a strained voice, hesitant and unsure if he could do something so intimate with Malfoy of all people. He thought about it for two seconds and the visual image he created of being inside the boy actually made him start to get hard again – he groaned as he looked over Malfoy's fit, naked body, willing and wanting to be fucked by him.
"Need it... Harry," Draco choked out. "Need you inside of me," he mumbled nearly incoherent, pushing his hips up off the bed and spreading his legs wide to display himself to the Gryffindor. He felt wanton and only a little embarrassed at presenting his arse to Potter in this way. "Please," Draco begged again, tongue poking out of his mouth to wet his dry lips.
Moaning loudly, Harry nodded and leaned down to kiss Malfoy, chasing that tongue retreating back into the boy's mouth with his own. "Okay... yeah," he whispered against his lips. He wanted that, wanted to know how it felt to be inside someone – to be inside Draco Malfoy.
Harry didn't really know what he was doing but he knew he wouldn't just fit inside the Slytherin's body without opening him up first with his fingers; he wasn't completely ignorant about sex. Grabbing the small tube of lubrication he spread a decent amount onto his fingers and looked down between Malfoy's legs – no, Draco's legs, if he was going to be fucking this boy he may as well at least call him by his given name.
Slowly and trying to be gentle, Harry lowered his fingers between Draco's arse and rubbed the lube into his skin. He smiled at the boy's gasp and brought his free hand up to settle on Draco's right knee, pushing his finger against the fluttering hole and watching wide eyed as it sunk in to his body with ease.
Draco groaned deeply and automatically pushed himself down on Potter's finger as soon as it entered him. "Yes," he hissed out, rolling his hips down, the finger sinking into him easily. He shuddered when it was finally fully inside and he clutched his legs closer to his body. "More," Draco moaned out desperately.
Harry rubbed Draco's knee as he panted heavily at the sight of his finger up the boy's arse. It should have felt dirty but it didn't – it was hot, so much so that he was completely hard again and very turned on. He set his middle finger against his entrance and watched amazed as it easily disappeared inside Draco when he pushed.
He didn't think he was hurting him at all if the sounds the blonde was making was anything to go by. "Fuck, so hot," Harry murmured, kissing the inside of Draco's thigh as he slowly worked his two fingers in and out of the Slytherin's tight body.
Shaking his head from side to side at the slow movement of Potter finger fucking him, Draco drove his hips down in an effort to get him to go faster. It was driving him crazy. He reached down, tugging on Potter's hair to pull him up and kiss him messily as he moaned into his mouth.
"Fuck me. Do it now," he demanded, rolling Potter over impatiently so that he was straddling him. Draco found the lube and smeared some onto his hand to run it up and down Potter's hard cock, spreading the substance along his shaft evenly for a few seconds until he was satisfied with the results.
He gasped at the sudden flip of having Draco above him. "Gods... Draco," Harry groaned, grabbing the boy's hips to steady him as he lifted himself over Harry's erect length. He held his breath as the blonde held his cock in his hand to help guide it inside and then moaned loudly when the tight heat closed around him, the warmth of Draco's body squeezing around the head almost too tightly... gods, Draco Malfoy was slowly impaling himself on Harry's cock. And if that wasn't the hottest thing ever, Harry had no idea what would be.
"So tight-shit..." he muttered, trying to keep his hips still as Draco sank down onto him, excruciatingly slow in Harry's opinion. It was an amazing feeling and Harry tried to remember to keep breathing. "Fuck, can't believe... gods, can't believe how-good you feel."
Draco's mouth fell open as soon as he felt Potter breaching him. "Oh," he breathed out, pushing his hips down, his hands resting on the boy's chest as he sunk further onto him. The burning stretch felt deliciously good and he clenched around Potter's length when he was finally fully seated, rocking his hips gently to get used to the feeling of having so much inside of him. "Harry... fuck, you feel so good-so big."
Harry's hips snapped up when he felt Draco tighten around him. If he hadn't just came not that long ago he probably would have already. He hadn't imagined that fucking him would feel so good, that it would leave an ache in his chest and that his cock would throb almost painfully sheathed inside his arse.
He couldn't get over the fact that he was inside Draco Malfoy, but he looked down to where they were joined and sure enough when he lifted the boy's body from his own he could see his cock disappearing between Draco's arse cheeks. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Harry chanted, unable to tear his eyes away. His arse was heaven.
Draco was slowly but surely losing control of his body, snapping his hips down hard once he had adjusted to the intrusion. He was making little 'ah' sounds interspersed with 'yes' and 'Harry' as he moved up and down on Potter's cock. Gods... he had Harry Potter inside his arse, fucking him... "Fuck," he whimpered, looking down at the boy's entranced face and seeing that he was watching between their legs.
"Yes, gods, yes," Draco rolled his hips as they fucked, clenching his hole tightly as his body shook. He was working his hips down so hard that his cock kept jumping up to smack into his belly. It was like Potter's cock was made to be inside him, it fit inside in all the right places as corny as that seemed, it felt too good that he didn't care.
His fingers scrabbled at Potter's chest as he shifted forward, looking for a little bit of a better angle, his thighs starting to burn – and suddenly every thrust was slamming against that wonderful spot inside of him. "Ohhh-fuck... right there, yes, Harry!" Draco yelled out, doing his best to mercilessly screw himself on the Gryffindor's cock.
Harry's eyes burned as he watched Draco falling apart, his body move gracefully atop him. He helped him move by holding his hips and slamming himself up into him. He was not going to last long at all. Who knew Draco Malfoy was so fucking hot?
He moaned and tightened his grip, heels digging into the bed. He was never going to forget this, it would be ingrained in his brain forever. He didn't want to come first, he needed Draco to come, needed to see him come before he did.
Draco thrust himself down and ground his arse into Harry, his body bending nearly in half as his head dropped forward onto the brunette's chest. He bit down on the skin there, shouting into it as his orgasm hit him, his untouched cock spurting his release all over Harry's stomach. He kept rocking through it, hole spasming around the length inside him, unable to stop the shock waves of pleasure rushing through his body.
He arched his back and thrust upward a few more times before coming with a suddenness that caught him off guard. It felt like Draco's body was milking his orgasm from him and Harry felt boneless by the time the pleasure subsided. He pushed his hair our of his face. "Shit," he cursed, hand coming around to rub the blonde's back as he smiled weakly.
His body shook helplessly at the feeling of Harry pushing into him roughly and his penis swelling inside him as he came. "Yes," Draco said, his body falling limp as he tried to get his breath back. He groaned in discomfort when Harry slipped out of him. He never liked that part.
"So good. That was so good," Harry mumbled, nuzzling Draco's cheek and neck as he kept running his hands along his back. "Amazing," he whispered and pressed his face into the sweaty mess of blonde hair, "amazing."
He felt content, his muscles completely relaxed and his body warm. Harry was so comfortable with Draco on top of him.
Draco smiled at Harry's words. He had told him it would be amazing. Stretching out the cramp in his leg he moved his body so that his head rested on Harry's chest, laying beside him and tangling their limbs together. He swallowed against a lump in his throat. Fuck. Who knew that fucking Harry Potter would make him feel so... he didn't really have words for it... stripped bare.
He didn't think he'd ever lost control like that before, with anyone. Maybe it was just because that was how it always was when it came to Harry Potter. The way he'd fucked himself on Harry, not even needing to be touched to come – that had definitely never happened before – it had been intense. Draco waited for Harry to fall asleep and then rolled out of bed, pulled his pants on, and sat in the chair beside his window to think.