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Chapter 3

"I-It's not what it l-looks like." Harry stuttered panic slowly rising as Malfoy grinned, his perfect white teeth flashing in the low light of the room.

"Oh, really?" He muttered sensually, slowly reaching forward and sliding his palm up Harry's half hard erection. "Then what does it look like? Come on, Potter. Tell me." He said softly, fisting the Gryffindor's cock and squeezing.

Harry's jaw clenched as he arched, his breath hissing from his lungs as he grabbed the hand that held his cock. "M-Malfoy, what are you do-" He gasped, his mouth falling open as Draco rubbed the slit, his thumb pressing down on the head.

"Answer the question, Potter. What does it look like?" He demanded, leaning forward and tugging on Harry's cock. "Tell me."

Harry's breathing stuttered, his eyes darkening in lust as Malfoy slid his rough palm along his erection. "I-It looks like….I'm m-masturbating…" He replied, his voice quivering in need when the Slytherin leaned closer, brushing his lips against his own.

"Wonderfully put, Potter. Would you like to tell me why you were masturbating in the office? When I could walk in at any time?" He asked casually as he slid his other hand under Harry's shirt and started to caress his chest.

Harry whimpered as the Slytherin rubbed his nipple with the pad of his fingers, his other hand stroking his cock to full hardness. "I-It's your fault." Harry hissed, his body jerking when Draco pinched his nipple.

"How is it my fault? I didn't help you get off earlier, now did I?" The Slytherin said, his eyes narrowing.

Harry kept is mouth shut not bothering to tell the blonde that, at the moment, that was actually what he was doing. His eye widened when Malfoy suddenly lunged forward, latching on to his neck. He gasped, a thin, needy sound as the blonde bit and sucked, his teeth scrapping against the soft skin of his neck.

"Malfoy!?" Harry cried, shifting as the Slytherin fisted his cock harder and slid his palm faster. His eyes widened when he heard Draco growl, a deep sexy rumble that caused his cock to twitch. "Oh, Merlin…" He muttered, shuddering as pleasure rushed through his veins, only to be stopped when Malfoy halted his stroking and unlatched himself from his neck.

Draco gazed down at the man beneath him, the desk between their bodies not allowing them to touch completely, the chair underneath the Gryffindor squealing as it rolled. The blonde grumbled in compliant at the utter lack of fairness the situation had to be staged at. With a sudden snarl he picked Harry up by his arms and slammed his back onto the desk, paper and pens scattering as Harry's body lay upon the wood.

"Ouch! Bloody hell, Malfoy! I little warning next time!" Harry snarled, his eyes widening when the blonde yanked off his clothes, leaving him bare. "Malfoy!"

"Why is it my fault? If you don't tell me, I might just leave you like this…wanting." He whispered, his tone dangerous as Harry stared up at him in shock.

"I-I….." Harry stuttered shivering as cold air drifted across his body. He lay there for a moment, then threw caution to the wind as his body pulsed in desire. "It's because…I was daydreaming. About you, and how you would make me feel if you fucked me." He muttered softly, cringing when Draco's eyes went wide.

Harry gasped when Malfoy suddenly lunged forward and draped his clothed body along his, his hips grabbed firmly and titled up. "What? Don't-"

"Thank Merlin." Draco whispered, planting kisses along the Gryffindor's collar bone and neck. "I've waited so long to hear you say that."

"Really?" Harry breathed, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

"Really." Draco said, nipping at the other mans chest, a devious smile gracing his lips as he looked up at Harry. "What do you say about fulfilling that fantasy of yours?"

"I swear, its fine Hermione. We only have to drop this off and leave, it won't bother them at all." Ron said, striding down the hall toward Harry's and Draco's office.

Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation, her heels clicking as she followed behind the redhead. "Ron, you said that last time and we ended up walking into the middle of a fight."

"It's not my fault they were practicing magic in the office!" He said and threw his hands up. "And it was only once that we walked in on them doing something dangerous or strange. Won't happen again. I promise." He proclaimed, his chin tipped up.

Hermione laughed, her eyes twinkling with humor as they finally came to stand in front of the office. "Well, you go first." She said and gestured to the door. "I insist."

Ron huffed about to open the door when he happened to glance up and through the window, his jaw dropping. His cheeks immediately flushed a bright enough red to rival his hair, his eyes widening in shock.

Hermione blinked at the dramatic change in her husband's stance, her brow crinkling as she reached to open the door. "Ron, what in t-"

"NO! Don't open the door!" He cried and whirled around, covering the entrance to the office with his back.

"Why not?" She asked as she tried to get past his body and see through the window, but her height and Ron's body prevented her from doing so. "Get out of the bloody way!"

"No! Hermione, trust me when I say this. You do not, under any circumstance, want to go through this door." He said, his pale cheeks flaming at what he saw inside.

Hermione stared at him for a moment and then shrugged, turning on her heel to walk back down to her office. "Fine, but do you know what this means?"

"What what means?"

"You know, for not telling me what you saw." She said, staring at Ron from the corner of her eye.

"What does it mean?" He asked, fearful of the answer as Hermione smirked.

"It means, you're not getting any tonight."

HI AGAIN! i finshed the third chapter, but not the last. it takes me a while to write these, so please bear with me! until next time!