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Chapter 2

Malfoy strolled gleefully down the hall, a grin gracing his mouth as he hummed a happy tune. Thank Merlin for Harry. He thought, imagining the Gryffindor grumbling while filling the report slowly with words. Every day after an assignment a report was supposed to be filled out of the events that took place. It was tedious and Draco hated doing them, so he avoided them at all cost.

It didn't matter though because Draco wasn't allowed to touch them, per Ministers orders. Kingsley had stated, very clearly, that Malfoy was not allowed to touch the reports after he had handed one in about how boring and uneventful the day was, beside Harry being whisked to the hospital after being poisoned. Malfoy had taken the pleasure of writing every gruesome, disgusting detail of the way Harrys face had looked and the vomit that had come out of the Gryffindor's mouth.

When the Minister had ordered never, under any circumstances, should Malfoy fill out a report the Slytherin was in bliss. Unfortunately the Gryffindor didn't share his enthusiasm. The man had been furious, for he also hated doing the stupid things, but had done them with little compliant. He had to write them slowly, because if he didn't he would get a tongue lashing by the one who reads and files them. To be completely honest, the man's handwriting was atrocious, but since Draco couldn't touch them he couldn't do anything about it.

Now, thinking of Harry Draco frowned, his cheeks starting flush. Even after all this time he still became flustered over the Gryffindor, so much so that it distracted him. It's not my fault I'm attracted to the bloody man, he is gorgeous. Draco thought ruefully, his mind helpfully providing him an image of his partner.

The man was mouthwatering, making Draco drool whenever they were in close proximity of each other. It made no sense but he couldn't help it. He had never been a person who liked to touch others, but every time he sees the Gryffindor's mess of jet black locks, he has this urge to bury his hand in it and yank. The worst part was his body.

Harry had a perfect figure, all rippling abs and muscle, but not too much to be off putting. It made Draco's insides clench and his hands itch to caress. Even now as he walked toward his and his partner's office he became breathless, his heart quickening as he thought of the Gryffindor.

He sighed in frustration, gritting his teeth as he stopped in front of the door, putting his Malfoy mast fully into place. He was about to open the door when a low moan came from inside, and of course being a Slytherin and all he kept it closed and looked into the little window on the door.

He frowned, not understanding what he was seeing as he studied the man inside. Harry was bent over his desk, his forehead pressed against the wood. Malfoy was instantly worried, afraid the man was sick. His eyes narrowed as he continued to watch, his hand gripping the knob of the door as the Gryffindor turned his head, his cheeks flushed.

Malfoy immediately opened the door, determined to drag Harry to St Mungos in case he had a fever. He opened his mouth to order the man to go with him to the Medic witches, when Harry threw back his head, his face one of bliss.

"DRACO!" He shouted, his mouth parted and his breath puffing out hot and heavy. The Gryffindor shuddered and arched his back, white liquid splattering onto his chin and shirt. He gasped, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as his hands clutched at the chairs arms, one of them covered with cum.

Draco's breathe stuttered as his eyes widened, his cock twitching in his pants as Harry lay there with his body covered in semen. The scent of apples and sweat suddenly filled his nose, causing his eyelids to flutter and heart to quicken.

"Ohhh…" Harry whimpered, sighing as his body slowly relaxed, his eyes blinking open. Pupils of the most gorgeous green flashed, hazy and unfocused before landing on Draco who had stepped forward on impulse to see the Gryffindor's cock that had been hidden by the desk.

Harry's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks paling as he tried to cover himself up. "Draco!? What are you doing?" He stuttered, reaching for his wand that lay on the edge of the desk.

Draco, driven by a strange sense of urgency, grabbed Harry's wrist. He leaned forward, breathing in his partner's scent, his mouth falling open as he stared into the started eyes of the man in front of him. "You know what, Potter? I would like to ask you the same thing."

AAHH! fangirling so hard right now! i love this chapter. the next 2 will be up sonn...i hope...well, until next time!