Fic: Mistaken Identity by Maxine, NC-17
Title: Mistaken Identity
Author: Maxine
Challenge and number: #16 - Harry happens upon Draco with a Polyjuiced version of Harry. He watches and learns interesting things.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Harry accidentally finds Draco with none other than…well, himself, he can’t help but spy on the two boys. But eventually enough is enough, and Harry decides that the tables have got to be turned.
Warnings: Voyeurism, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, Graphic Sexual Content
Other characters/pairings: Blaise/Draco, Hermione, Ron
Notes: Written for "Bound and Shagged: The Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Fuh-Q-Fest.” Thanks to the completely awesome naughtygoldie for being my loffly beta!
~~Mistaken Identity~~
by Maxine
The first time Harry stumbled upon them, it was completely by accident.
He’d been bored and unable to sleep, so with the aid of his invisibility cloak he’d taken to the halls, wandering up and down the numerous corridors and climbing up various staircases. By the time he’d made his way all the way up to the astronomy tower, Harry was so lost in thought that he stepped through a slightly open door without even paying attention to where he was going.
But as soon as his eyes focused on the occupants already in the tower, Harry turned tail and ran.
He hadn’t actually gotten a good look at who they had been, but just a quick glance had been enough for him to see that they had both been boys. He’d seen two flat, sweat-slicked chests sliding together and a flash of blonde hair that clashed with its darker counterpart before he'd flown out the door.
Leaning against the wall outside the room, Harry listened to the panting and moaning coming from inside. He thought one of the voices sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place it. As the sounds grew louder, Harry felt his cheeks grow warm and he slinked away down the hall, trying to forget about what he’d just accidentally witnessed.
The second time Harry stumbled upon them was about two weeks later. He’d managed to forget about it after the first incident, but then suddenly he was once again staring at the door to the same room, and he could hear the intimate sounds coming from inside. Biting his lip slightly, Harry made himself turn away and leave whoever was inside in peace. It really wasn’t his business, after all.
But still, he was getting curious. When Harry went walking the following night, he found himself standing outside the room that he’d rediscovered yesterday. He couldn’t hear any voices this time, though, and after sticking his head through the door, he saw that there was no one there. Feeling slightly disappointed, though he had no idea why, Harry continued wandering about aimlessly.
It wasn’t until the following week that Harry found them again. He’d gone around the castle every night, assuring himself that he had just suddenly developed a case of insomnia, but that Friday night he discovered them up in the tower once more.
He heard their voices as he was climbing up the stairs, and, acting on impulse, he crept quietly towards the open door.
Harry really had no idea why he was so interested in finding out who the boys were…
Slowly edging his way through the door, Harry made sure he was completely covered in his cloak before he chanced looking at the two boys. Really, he wasn’t doing anything wrong spying on them like this. After all, his two best friends were Prefects, so Harry was just trying to help them out. He wouldn’t be able to tell them students were out after hours if he didn’t know who the students were! Taking a deep breath, Harry lifted his head.
Oh- Holy fucking mother of Merlin…
Harry eyes were instantly drawn to where the boys were joined, and he watched, mesmerized, as one thick cock slid in and out of the other partner’s arse. The boy on the bottom had his knees drawn up to his chest, which heaved every time he was thrust into, and Harry simply could not look away. He gasped loudly, the sound luckily going unnoticed beneath the loud moans reverberating around the room. Swallowing thickly, Harry tore his eyes away and tried to get his breathing under control. Why was he here again?
He started backing slowly towards the door, suddenly feeling embarrassed and guilty that he was barging in and spying on this obviously intimate moment. But… He couldn’t help himself. Fully outside the room now, Harry stuck his head back through the door and peered at the two boys. He was surprised to see that the blonde on top was none other than one Draco Malfoy, whom Harry had thought was very much into girls. Curious as to whom he could possibly be fucking, Harry shifted his gaze onto the other’s face, and promptly had to do a double take.
Gasping much louder than before, Harry instantly backed away and fell against the wall behind him. Eyes wide, he tried to analyze what he had just seen. That had been Malfoy, right? Fucking…sleeping with…the other boy had been…
Himself.
He'd just watched himself get fucked by Draco Malfoy!
Or, he’d watched his body get fucked…
Luckily Harry was no stranger to things such as Polyjuice, so at least he knew it was definitely possible for such a thing like what he had just witnessed to happen. But still…he felt violated. Dirty. And why would Malfoy want to have sex with someone who looked like his rival anyway?
Harry was already back in his room before he realized he still didn’t know who the other boy was...
So he decided he’d have to show up earlier next week.
And that’s just what he did. He was at the entrance of the astronomy tower a good hour earlier than he’d ever gotten there before, and luckily no one had shown up yet. Making himself comfortable in one of the corners, Harry sat and patiently waited for Malfoy and whoever-this-other-boy-was to arrive. He hoped he was correct in assuming they met here every week, and he steadily ignored the guilty niggling in the back of his head.
It wasn’t long before Malfoy stepped into the room. He cast one cool glance around, and then walked over to the window to stare outside. He was a rather boring person to watch, Harry decided, because he didn’t do anything but stand there, perfectly still. It was as if he was some ethereal statue, because he was the brightest thing in the room against a dark, murky background. Due to the lack of light in the dark room, Malfoy’s silver-blonde hair almost appeared to be glowing.
Harry’s eyes were drawn away from the enigma that was Malfoy when he heard the door creak slightly.
And one Blaise Zabini stepped through it.
“Draco,” the boy said breathlessly, moving quickly toward his…boyfriend? Harry wasn’t sure, seeing as how they apparently only fucked if Zabini was in his body. The Gryffindor watched as a ghost of a smile appeared on Malfoy’s lips, before the boy turned to his fellow Slytherin.
“Evening, Blaise,” he greeted silkily. Zabini stepped forward, leaning in to kiss the blonde, but Malfoy held up a hand and arched an eyebrow. “Forgetting something?”
“Oh, right.” Zabini reached into his robes and pulled a flask that was filled with a lumpy potion that was a sort of grey-green color. With a grimace, the curly-haired boy downed the Polyjuice in one gulp, and Harry got to watch something he had only seen once before in his years at Hogwarts.
It was a bit weirder watching someone turn into the person he saw every morning in the mirror, though.
Zabini gasped, threading a hand into hair that was straightening and growing wilder with each second. His blue eyes swirled and melted into forest green, and Harry watched as the ever-famous scar appeared on the other boy’s forehead. When the transformation was complete, Zabini blinked a few times, probably adjusting to his now less-than-perfect sight, and then looked at Malfoy. The blonde’s entire countenance changed suddenly. He smirked, eyes glinting, and the tension left his shoulders.
“Glad to see you back, Potter,” he whispered, and Harry jumped, inanely thinking that Malfoy knew he was there. But instead, Malfoy stepped forward, backing Zabini up against a wall, and began nuzzling his neck. Harry watched as the boy-who-had-stolen-his-body tensed almost imperceptibly, before submitting with a soft groan as Malfoy started kissing his collar.
“You know I can’t resist you,” Zabini said softly, eyes squeezing shut. Harry was starting to wonder how the boy had gotten roped into this, because clearly he had feelings for the other Slytherin. Maybe this was the only way Malfoy would let him get close to him?
“No,” Malfoy agreed in the same soft tone. “You love being fucked into the ground by me,” he continued, hands tightening around Zabini’s biceps. He lifted his head, staring into the boy’s green eyes, and then claimed his lips in a harsh kiss that had Zabini arching off the wall and into his touch.
Harry didn’t stick around to watch anything more.
He wondered, though, if they did the same thing every week. It was possible that they went through different scenarios. Surely Malfoy didn’t dominate the other boy every time!
Thoughts like these caused Harry to return to the tower yet again the following Friday. He watched, feeling as if he was suffering from déjà vu, as Zabini allowed himself to be bossed around and shoved up against the wall. Harry stayed longer this time, telling himself that something would change, but it became apparent as the boys stripped out of their clothes and Malfoy lowered Zabini to the floor, that Malfoy was clearly the “boy” in all of their escapades.
And for some reason that made Harry really angry. He figured it was because he couldn’t stand to see his own body used like that. And also because…well, because Malfoy was a complete prick, really.
Harry decided that things were going to change.
This was the reason why one day the following week Blaise Zabini’s bag suddenly ripped open as he was walking out of Potions, and all of his books crashed to the ground.
“Bollocks,” the curly-haired boy muttered, kneeling down to collect his things. He waved his friends on so they wouldn’t be late for their next class, and Harry, who’d been hiding in a nearby alcove, quickly stepped forward and knelt down to help. “No, really, it’s fine,” Zabini groused, before looking up and catching site of who exactly was helping him. “Oh-!” Startled, his eyes widened, and all the books and papers he’d gathered into his arms slipped and landed in a heap on the floor again.
“Hello, Blaise,” Harry said sarcastically, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “I think you and I need to talk.”
* * *
“So what do you need, Potter?” Blaise asked when he and Harry met later that evening in an empty classroom.
“I was just curious about something,” Harry said calmly, idly examining his fingernails. Blaise waited for a few seconds, but when Harry didn’t continue, he rolled his eyes.
“And?” he asked, annoyed.
“Well, I was wondering,” the Gryffindor started to say, before lifting his head to lay his narrowed gaze on the Slytherin, “why, exactly, you’re letting Malfoy fuck you when you’re in my body.” Blaise blanched and opened his mouth to say something, but promptly choked on his reply.
“I- he- you…I mean- How- how the bloody hell do you know about that?!” the boy stuttered with wide eyes.
“I make a habit of knowing where my body is at all times,” Harry replied dryly. Blaise swallowed nervously.
“It wasn’t my idea,” he said, glancing around as if he expected Draco to jump out from underneath a desk. “I didn’t even want to go along with it but he…Draco insisted. I…I still don’t really know why-“
“Well lucky for you,” Harry interrupted, “you don’t have to go along with it anymore.”
“How do you mean?” Blaise asked suspiciously. Harry let out a short laugh.
“You didn’t honestly think I was going to let you keep doing this, did you?”
“Are you going to turn us in?” the Slytherin asked in disbelief.
“No,” Harry answered, shaking his head. “No, I’m going to take your spot.” There were a few seconds of stunned silence while Blaise blinked in surprise.
“What?!” he exclaimed. Harry shrugged, smirking.
“It’s made me curious,” he said, glancing away for a second before meeting Blaise’s eyes again. “I’ve never had sex with a boy.”
“…But you have had sex with a girl?” Blaise asked doubtfully. Harry grinned.
“A few fumbling experiences over the summer,” he answered. “Not really my scene, I decided.”
“What, and so…so you’re just going to go off and…and fuck the first boy who’s shown an interest in you?” Blaise stuttered incredulously.
“Oh is that what that is?” Harry arched an eyebrow. “When he’s fucking you he’s showing an interest in me?”
“Well…” Blaise trailed off, biting his lip slightly. “Well he’s certainly not showing an interest in me. I’m the only boy he’s ever fucked, and never in my body.” He frowned, and added as an afterthought, “And he’s never let me top, either.”
“Why do you let him treat you like that?” Harry asked, honestly curious. Blaise sighed, and walked over to sit on top of a desk.
“It’s the only way he’d ever let me be with him,” the boy groused. “But that was months ago, and honestly, I don’t care anymore. I’d stop meeting him in a heartbeat. But Draco likes it. I think he gets off on dominating over you.” Blaise gave Harry a disgruntled glare, and the other boy shuffled his feet awkwardly.
“You said it was Draco’s idea?” he asked. Blaise nodded. “Why did he pick me?” The Slytherin laughed shortly, running a hand through in his hair.
“Because, Potter, with Draco…it’s always been you.”
* * *
The following Friday, Draco stepped out of the Slytherin common room, cast one swift glance around the deserted corridor, and turned to face Blaise who was standing behind him.
“So I’ll see you up there?” he asked, smirking a little. Blaise grinned and nodded.
“Of course,” he said, overly-brightly. Draco blinked, eyes narrowing just slightly as he gave Blaise a searching look.
“Right,” he said slowly, and then smirked again. “See you in a few.” Looking the boy over once more, Draco turned on his heel and walked away down the hall. Blaise watched him until he turned the corner, and then let out a deep breath. Harry appeared out of thin air beside him, tucking his invisibility cloak under one arm, and Blaise glanced at him appraisingly.
“Nice cloak,” he said dryly. Harry grinned.
“I always thought so.”
“Potter, are you sure you want to do this?” Blaise asked. Harry nodded. “Alright,” Blaise sighed, and he shoved an extra robe he’d been holding into the Gryffindor’s arms. “Slytherin robes,” he said at Harry’s questioning look. “It’s not like I ever walk in with a red and gold tie. Oh, and you might want to do away with the glasses.”
“Thanks,” Harry said in a slightly surprised tone. Blaise shrugged.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do,” he said, and Harry had the decency to blush slightly, “but you’re going to need all the help you can get.”
“Glad you have so much faith in me,” Harry said flatly. Blaise smirked.
“You’d better go,” he said. Harry nodded and swept off down the hall. He waited until he was at the bottom of the stairs to the astronomy tower before he switched robes. Folding his old ones, he placed them on the floor against the wall and set his glasses on top of them before covering the whole bundle with his invisibility cloak. Then he stumbled his way up the stairs and paused for a few seconds outside of the door as he tried to remember why he had thought this was such a good idea. He couldn’t come up with an answer, but he wasn’t about to back out now, so Harry took a deep breath and pushed his way through the door.
“What took you so long?” Harry heard a voice drawl, before a blonde blur turned and seemed to falter slightly. “Potter?!” Harry jumped slightly, but calmed himself down immediately and tilted his head to the side.
“Yeah, right, it’s Potter,” he said sarcastically. “Really M-Draco,” Harry barely kept himself from calling the boy ‘Malfoy,’ “I just took the polyjuice potion before I came in, that’s why I’m a little late.”
“Why would you do that?” Draco asked suspiciously.
“Makes it more realistic, doesn’t it?” Harry asked, spreading his arms and making sure that Draco noticed the Slytherin robes. “Like I actually am Potter.” Draco smirked.
“I suppose,” he murmured, and then stood as if he were waiting for something. Harry belatedly remembered that Blaise always made the first move. Biting his lip, he moved forward and reached out to trail a hand down Draco’s arm.
“Draco,” he breathed, stepping in and brushing his lips against the blonde’s.
“Potter,” Draco smirked against Harry, and then captured his mouth and kissed him roughly. Harry’s eyes widened as he was slammed back against the wall, and he gasped when Draco bent to suck at his neck. He’d seen this happen a decent amount of times now, but having never experienced something like it himself it was a bit of a shock and he felt like things were moving too quickly and thus spiraling out of his grasp.
“Wait, wait, Draco!” Harry gasped again, pushing the other boy away from him. Draco arched his eyebrows.
“Something wrong?” he asked, a dangerous undertone to his voice.
“I’ve just had an idea,” Harry panted.
“Really,” Draco said flatly. Harry nodded earnestly.
“Let’s…let’s pretend Potter’s an innocent virgin and…and so you get to ravish him-“
“Ravish?” Draco repeated. “Blaise, really-”
“No, come on, Draco, think about it!” Harry said, trying not to sound desperate. “You get to be the one to corrupt him and all that. Heh, I’ll even pretend to be nervous and-and…innocent?” Draco seemed to consider this, and then his lips stretched into a grin.
“I rather like that idea,” he said slowly. “Potter is such a virgin, after all.”
“Well with boys,” Harry huffed. Draco gave him an odd look, and he quickly added, “I mean, in this instance…”
“Right, whatever,” Draco said briskly, and then leaned in to kiss Harry again. This time it was much gentler, though. His flicked his tongue lightly against Harry’s slightly parted lips, and when the Gryffindor’s mouth tentatively opened wider, Draco slipped his tongue inside. Harry’s breath hitched, and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck as the blonde deepened the kiss. Their tongues met with soldering heat, and Harry’s hips rolled forward against the other boy’s.
Draco’s fingers worked quickly at Harry’s robes, and in no time he was slipping them off the boy’s shoulders. Then he ran his hands up under the Gryffindor’s shirt, and Harry gasped loudly as fingers trailed teasingly over his skin. He attacked Draco’s own robes with vigor, and soon both boys were shirtless and sliding their hands over each other.
“God, Potter, what you do to me,” Draco groaned, and Harry couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Draco lowered them both to the floor, positioning himself over Harry and kissing him again. Harry felt fingers unzipping his pants and he lifted his hips so that Draco could slide them off. “Grab my robe, would you?” Draco asked, trailing kisses down Harry’s chest.
“Yeah…here,” Harry panted as he handed it over. He watched as Draco pulled a tube of lube out of one of the pockets, and swallowed nervously. The blonde squirmed out of his own trousers, and began slathering the lube over his hard cock. “Er…Draco?”
“What?” Draco snapped, looking annoyed.
“Just… Pretending I’m a virgin, remember?” Harry asked, voice a little higher than normal. Draco sighed agitatedly.
“Blaise, can’t we just get on with it?” he groused.
“Um…no,” Harry replied decisively. Draco groaned.
“I’ll go slow, how about that?” he said, and then promptly pushed Harry’s knees up to his chest.
“B-but-” Harry started to protest, but he was cut off when Draco kissed him hard. “Uh, right…” he said dazedly once his mouth was released. He felt something pressing at his entrance, and tried to seize hold of his burgeoning panic. “Draco!”
“For God’s sake, Potter! What?”
“Uh…”
“Look, since you really want to do this virgin thing, I’ll go slow, ok? It’ll be fine!” Draco tried to assure Harry. The green-eyed boy kept taking deep breaths to calm himself, and eventually managed to relax somewhat. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Draco asked suspiciously.
“Fine!” Harry replied, as Draco leaned closer toward him. “I’m f-fine.” Draco peered at him closely.
“Why do you think Potter always wears those hideous glasses?” he asked suddenly. “His eyes are so much more…clearer…sharp without them. They’re so green…” Draco kept staring at him, and Harry felt his cheeks warm.
“Have a crush, Draco?” he quipped, and thoroughly enjoyed that startled look that flashed briefly on the blonde’s face.
“Of course not!” he exclaimed, and finally thrust forward about an inch into Harry’s arse. The boy squeaked, eyes widening, and Draco leered at him. “Legs up,” he ordered, making Harry blink.
“Huh?” Draco sighed and moved Harry so that his legs were thrown over Draco’s shoulders.
“You play the part really well, you know,” the blonde said as he thrust further into Harry.
“What part?” Harry asked in a strained voice. His toes curled and he forced himself to relax around Draco’s member, trying to ignore the uncomfortable stretching.
“This whole virgin act,” Draco said, pushing in further. Harry made a keening sound in the back of his throat.
“Th-thanks…I try,” Harry replied dryly, eyes squeezing shut. Draco chuckled, and with a last thrust he was completely within the warm body beneath him.
“Don’t you love how flexible Potter is?” Draco panted as he continued moving against Harry. The Gryffindor laughed shortly.
“Oh yeah,” he said breathlessly. Draco leaned forward, practically bending Harry in half, and kissed him, sweeping his tongue briefly but thoroughly into his mouth, and then pulling back to thrust deeply into him. “Definitely love it…” Harry moaned. And then he gasped loudly and groaned as Draco hit something inside of him that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through each of his limbs. “Oh God!”
“Like that?” Draco grinned.
“Fuck yes!” Harry exclaimed, hips arching up to meet Draco’s. The other boy grinned again, and then the two of them set a pace, thrusting against each other and kissing in between groans. Draco’s hand closed around Harry’s cock, and he began pulling in time with his thrusts. “Ngghh-! Draco! Oh God, Draco…Draco…God, Harder!” Harry yelled, and the blonde set about acquiescing to his request. “DracoDracoDraco-FUCK!”
“Quite the loud virgin, aren’t you?” Draco grunted, tightening his hand around Harry. “Merlin, Potter! You’re so fucking tight!” The Gryffindor gasped once more before coming all over his stomach and the other boy’s hand. His body went boneless as he rode out his orgasm, and Draco thrust into him a few more times before coming himself. Both boys lay there, breathing deeply, before Draco rolled off to the side and sat up.
“Merlin, that was amazing,” Harry said, feeling too weak to move. Draco was already pulling his clothes back on, though, so Harry finally sat up and tried to locate his belongings. Suddenly Draco turned to him, and he was close enough that Harry could actually make out the details of his face.
“It’s always amazing,” Draco smirked, before pressing a chaste kiss the green-eyed boy’s lips. “I’m going to stop by the kitchen on the way back. See you in our room?” he asked as he pulled away and stood up. Harry nodded, not sure if he could form coherent words at the moment, and Draco grinned before leaving the room.
Later, when Harry finally located his invisibility cloak and had his glasses back on, he allowed himself a small smile.
Next week couldn’t come soon enough.
* * *
“I think I’m going to get contacts,” Harry announced the next morning before he, Ron, and Hermione went down to breakfast.
“Contacts?” Ron repeated in a confused voice.
“Really, Harry? How come?” Hermione asked. Harry shrugged.
“Well they’re more practical. And really, glasses get tiring and annoying after awhile.”
“You could try an eye-enhancing spell for the day,” Hermione suggested. “See how you like it.”
“You don’t like your glasses, mate?” asked Ron. Harry shrugged again.
“Tell me something,” he said, taking off said glasses and turning to face his friends. “Do you think I look better without them?” Hermione looked him over, and Ron chuckled.
“Is that what this is about?” he asked. “Are you trying to impress some bird?”
“No, of course not,” Harry answered, entirely truthfully.
“You do look good without them, Harry,” Hermione spoke up, placing a hand on the boy’s chin and tilting his head in different directions to get a better look at him. “Not necessarily better, just different. Your eyes stand out more without glasses.”
“Can you perform that spell?” Harry asked. Hermione grinned and rolled up her sleeves.
“Of course!”
* * *
“Did I exhaust you last night, Blaise?” Draco asked as they left the Great Hall. Crabbe and Goyle were trailing after them.
“Why do you ask?” Blaise glanced at the blonde out of the corner of his eye.
“You were already asleep when I got back to the room,” Draco said dryly. Blaise laughed shortly.
“I suppose I was a bit tired,” he admitted. Draco looked inordinately proud of himself.
“It was a good idea you had,” he said, and Blaise looked at him questioningly.
“You think?”
“Yes, definitely,” Draco nodded. He cast a quick look around before smirking and saying in a quiet voice, “I mean how often to I get to de-virgin-ize Potter?” Blaise choked on his laughter.
“Only as often as you dream about it, Malfoy, because something that disgusting would never actually happen,” someone answered, making Draco and Blaise falter, though almost unnoticeably, in their steps. They looked to the side to see Harry standing with his two friends at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the Gryffindor tower. There was a brief moment of awkward silence.
“I don’t have to dream about it, Potter,” Draco finally said in what he probably thought was an ‘I-know-something-you-don’t-know’ type of voice. The problem was, of course, that Harry knew exactly what it was that Draco knew.
“Right,” the Gryffindor smirked and stepped closer to the blonde. Draco turned to face him fully, opening his mouth to speak, and then apparently lost his train of thought. He blinked a few times, staring at Harry, and then slowly closed his mouth.
“Finally decided to gain a sense of fashion?” he asked snidely. “Where’d your glasses get to?”
“I’m trying something new,” Harry shrugged. “You like?” Draco opened and shut his mouth a few times, before sneering.
“No,” he answered lamely, looking slightly uncomfortable. Harry mentally cheered.
“Morning, Blaise!” he greeted, and then pushed past Draco into the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione followed, looking a little confused. Draco turned to face Blaise, and the boy shrugged as if to say, ‘no, I have no idea what he was smoking this morning.’ Frowning, Draco stalked off towards the Slytherin common room.
* * *
When Friday rolled around again, Harry had a hard time keeping himself from bouncing in his seat during all his classes. He kept catching Blaise’s eye from across the room, and the Slytherin seemed to have trouble holding back a grin at how eager Harry looked.
That night was a different experience than the previous week, though. Harry wasn’t about to try the ‘pretend I’m a virgin’ route again, so he allowed himself to be bossed and bullied for the evening. It was interesting, that was for sure, being on the receiving end of treatment such as that. Harry didn’t mind it too much, but he didn’t think he’d be able to return to the same thing every week, so he wasn’t sure how Blaise had managed it.
There was definitely something enjoyable about being dominated like that, though, Harry thought to himself as he turned onto his hands and knees and allowed Draco to fuck him from behind. The weight of the other boy against his back was wonderful, being filled by him was amazing, and all in all, Harry had a hard time remembering why he’d hated Draco all these years. Clearly there were much better things to be doing with his rival than hating him.
Groaning, Harry spread his legs wider and pushed back against Draco, trying to get the boy as far inside of him as possible.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, Potter,” Draco grunted, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist.
“Yeeeees!” Harry moaned.
“You like taking it hard and deep, don’t you? And from no one from but me!” Draco continued to talk, making Harry vaguely wonder how he managed such a thing. Harry couldn’t even form coherent thoughts let alone sentences.
“Yesyesyes!” he babbled instead.
“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you, right, Potter?”
“Yes!”
“I’m the only one who’ll ever fuck you, right?!”
“YES!”
“Good,” Draco panted, and thrust hard into Harry a final time, before coming. His hand continued working at the Gryffindor, but the feeling of Draco shuddering against his back and the warmth filling him was more than enough, and Harry came with a gasp as well, collapsing onto the floor.
“Hey, Draco?” Harry asked after a few minutes. The floor was cool against his chest and Draco was still collapsed against his back.
“What?”
“I…can I try something?”
“What do you mean?” Harry turned to look back at the blonde.
“Well, that didn’t take very long-”
“Oy! I had a stressful day!” Draco huffed, and Harry chuckled.
“No…no, I’m just saying that we have a little over thirty minutes before the polyjuice to wears off… So can I try something?” he asked again. Draco leaned his forehead against Harry’s shoulder for a second before rolling off of him.
“I guess so,” he replied, crossing his arms behind his head. Harry propped himself up onto his elbows and grinned at the Slytherin.
“Good,” he said softly, leaning over to kiss Draco gently. The boy allowed it for a few seconds, head lifting to meet Harry’s mouth more firmly, before pulling back.
“Get to it, then,” he said, smirking.
“Roll onto your stomach,” Harry ordered, and Draco’s smirk immediately faded.
“I don’t bottom,” he said quickly. “Remember?” Harry rolled his eyes, trailing a hand down Draco’s pale chest.
“I don’t plan on fucking you,” he said dryly, adding a silent ‘tonight’ in his mind. Draco eyed him for a few seconds, and then rolled over. “You said you had a stressful day?” Harry asked, climbing over Draco and straddling his lower back. The boy tensed beneath him as he felt Harry’s cock that close to his nether regions, but when Harry placed his hands soothingly on Draco’s shoulders, he relaxed.
“It was a bit stressful, yes,” Draco answered.
“So I thought I’d give you a massage,” Harry said in a low voice, kneading the wiry muscles beneath his hands. Draco groaned, relaxing even more, and Harry grinned. They were comfortably silent after that, as Harry moved his hands along the length of Draco’s back. He worked at his neck first, and then moved to his shoulders and the back of his arms. He trailed his fingers down the length of Draco’s spine, applying pressure along the way. Draco groaned again, and Harry slid further down his body. He bent forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Draco’s shoulder.
Draco’s breath hitched slightly, and he shivered under the warmth of Harry’s mouth. The green-eyed boy moved again, pressing another kiss to the middle of Draco’s back, and his hands began kneading the boy’s arse. Harry grinned, feeling the tremors running through Draco, and ran his tongue down the curve of his spine. He kept going until he reached Draco’s firm arse, and then he breathed hotly onto the boy’s skin.
He didn’t fail to notice that Draco had gone unnaturally still beneath him.
“Potter…” the blonde started to say, but Harry ignored him and instead spread the boy’s arse cheeks with his hands. Draco squeaked and tensed and Harry was sure he was about to turn over and yell at him, so he quickly leaned forward and swept his tongue right across Draco’s puckered hole. “Potter!” Draco exclaimed, propping his upper body up on his elbows and turning to look incredulously at the other boy. “What are you-” Harry cut him off with another sweep of his tongue, and Draco groaned at the feeling it sent coursing through him.
“Quiet,” Harry murmured. Draco gasped as Harry’s hot breath caressed his sensitive skin.
“Oh God,” he moaned, turning back around and burying his face into his arms. Harry continued licking and Draco felt his toes curls as he did his best not to thrust back into the boy’s face. Then suddenly there was some probing, and Draco had to squeeze his eyes shut as Harry drove his tongue into his arse.
“Get on your knees,” Harry said after a few seconds, and the blonde quickly did as told, pushing himself up onto his hands. Harry pushed his legs further apart and spread his cheeks again, quickly resuming his earlier activities. Draco groaned loudly, feeling the blood rush to his spent cock. He felt one of Harry’s hands wrapping around him and knew he was done for.
“God, fuck!” he exclaimed when Harry began driving his tongue into him with little stabbing motions again. It wasn’t enough; Draco felt the need to be filled with more than what Harry’s tongue was providing, but it was still an incredible feeling. That, combined with the friction from Harry’s palm, had the blonde reeling from a second orgasm in no time.
Panting, Draco collapsed to the ground and slowly rolled over to look at Harry. Harry grinned at him.
“Blaise…what the- where…where the hell did you learn that?” Draco asked breathlessly. Harry shrugged.
“Around,” he said cryptically. He arched an eyebrow. “Good?”
“Fuck yeah,” Draco said. Harry stared at his flushed cheeks and bright eyes, and grinned again.
“Good.”
* * *
“Blaise!” someone called as the Slytherin was walking into the Great Hall. “Blaise, hold up!” Blaise turned around and saw Harry running towards him.
“Morning, Harry,” he said guardedly, uncertain as to why the Gryffindor was chasing him down this early in the morning.
“Have you seen Draco yet this morning?” Harry asked, panting from his run. He was bent over slightly with his hands on his knees
“No,” Blaise replied. “Why?” Harry looked around. The hallway was pretty deserted since it was so early.
“I…um, I gave him a rim job…last night,” Harry mumbled, blushing. “I just…I thought you should know, in case he mentions it…” Blaise stared at him, wide-eyed.
“A rim job?” he repeated dumbly. Harry nodded. “And he let you?” Blaise asked incredulously. Harry nodded again, grinning.
“And he liked it,” he added smugly. Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Look, Harry, if you’re going to start adding all this other stuff to the repertoire of things that Draco does with me…well, that’s just not a good idea,” Blaise said. “I mean, he thinks you’re me, remember? Just, in your body!” He paused to consider that. “There’s so much irony in that sentence…” he murmured. Harry laughed.
“Don’t worry,” he said, smiling. “I’m going to tell him it’s me.”
“You’re- you’re going to tell him?” Blaise asked, eyes wide.
“Well not so much tell him as…you know, let him see for himself,” Harry replied. Blaise sighed.
“Good luck with that,” he said. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment Ron and Hermione turned the corner.
“Harry!” Ron yelled, marching up to him. He grabbed the boy by the arm and yanked the front of his robe down. “There! See, Hermione, I told you!” Hermione looked curiously at the hickey Ron had just revealed on Harry’s neck. “I saw it this morning when he was getting dressed, and then he all but fled the room when I asked him about it,” Ron groused. Harry blushed slightly.
“I was in a hurry, that’s all!” he huffed. “And what’s it matter to you if I’ve got a hickey?”
“Do you have a girlfriend, Harry?” Hermione asked, her eyes twinkling in a way that reminded Harry of Dumbledore.
“Why haven’t you told us, Harry?” Ron complained. Harry cast a desperate look at Blaise, but the Slytherin only chuckled.
“Yes, Harry, don’t hold out on us,” a voice drawled, and Draco approached the group with Crabbe and Goyle flanking his sides. “I’m sure we’d all love to hear about this girlfriend of yours.” The blonde smirked. Harry’s blush deepened and he quickly shoved Ron off of him and tried straightening out his robes. But Draco had already caught sight of the mark on his throat, and his eyes narrowed. Harry could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
“It’s not anyone’s business who my girlfriend is,” Harry said quickly, turning to his friends. “We don’t want in the papers or something, so we haven’ told anyone yet.”
“Ooohh, Harry, is it a controversial relationship?” Hermione asked excitedly. Harry caught Blaise’s eye.
“Yeah, I’d say it’s pretty controversial,” he said, attempting and failing to smother his grin. Blaise snorted and Draco blinked, lips pursing.
“Come on, Blaise,” the blonde sneered. “Let’s go eat.” Harry watched them leave, and then turned to his friends again.
“Come on, Harry, you can’t keep something like this from me!” Ron exclaimed.
“Give me a week, Ron,” Harry said, walking into the Great Hall. “And then I’ll tell you.”
* * *
“Is there a reason you like taking the polyjuice before you come into the room now?” Draco asked the following Friday as soon as Harry stepped into the room. The boy blinked and automatically reached up to adjust his glasses, before remembering that he didn’t wear them anymore. He’d done that more times in the past two weeks than he could count.
“I told you, Draco, I just think it makes it more realistic,” Harry said calmly, stepping up to the blonde. “If you didn’t like using Potter’s body so much, we wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Draco frowned, and Harry pursed his lips. “Why do you like this body so much?” he asked.
“I don’t,” Draco replied, crossing his arms.
“You just like the power you have over Potter for these brief moments in time because you know it will never actually happen?” Harry smirked. Draco looked disgruntled.
“No need to be blunt about it,” he groused. Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco’s frowning lips.
“Sorry,” he said, unapologetically. Draco ‘hmphed,’ and then quickly proceeded with the ‘slamming-Harry-into-the-wall’ part of the night that he so seemed to enjoy. Harry grinned against the other boy’s warm mouth, flicking his tongue forward to meet Draco’s. They twisted and intertwined with each other as Draco met Harry’s kiss hungrily.
Harry had gotten used to this now, even though it was only the third week he’d been with Draco. Nonetheless, the two boys were soon sans clothes and Harry’s back was against the cold ground. Draco was leaning over him.
“How should we do it tonight?” the blonde asked, and Harry’s eyebrows went up. This was the first time he’d heard Draco give ‘Blaise’ a choice.
“Are you seriously asking me?” he asked. Draco shrugged.
“Apparently you’ve got some good ideas floating about in that head of yours,” he drawled. Harry grinned.
“Enjoyed last week that much, did you?” he quipped. Draco blushed.
“Maybe,” he replied awkwardly. Harry captured his mouth, kissing him deeply, and Draco groaned. Then, without warning, Harry pushed up and rolled over, trapping Draco’s body beneath him. The blonde looked up at him, startled.
“I want to do it like this,” Harry said quietly. Draco’s eyes widened.
“I hope you mean you want to ride me,” he said dangerously. Harry looked at him flatly.
“No,” he murmured, sliding down Draco’s body so that he was sitting between the boy’s thighs. Harry gently propped Draco’s legs up so that his knees were bent. Draco watched him warily. “I think you know what I mean,” Harry said softly.
“Blaise-” Draco started to say quickly, but Harry cut him off.
“Potter,” he said. “Remember?” Draco swallowed thickly, brow furrowing a little. “Or better yet, we could actually try Harry tonight.”
“…Harry,” Draco repeated slowly.
“You’ve got his body, after all.”
“Harry…” Draco said again.
“Draco,” Harry smiled.
“I don’t bottom,” Draco said shakily.
“So you’ve said,” Harry smirked. He reached for Draco’s robes and pulled out the tube of lube. After coating his fingers, he pushed one of Draco’s knees up to his chest. The blonde was breathing harshly through his nose. “But tonight you do,” Harry said, and then he pushed one finger past Draco’s entrance. The boy sucked in a startled breath, and kept his wide eyes on Harry’s face.
Harry added a second finger slowly, watching the emotions play across Draco’s features. The boy looked kind of scared, though he was masking it well enough. Harry began scissoring his fingers, and Draco bit his lip. Smirking, the green-eyed boy pushed his fingers in as far as they would go, and then grinned outright when he felt Draco jump slightly and gasp.
“There’ll be a lot of that,” Harry murmured, brushing against that spot again. Draco groaned, and Harry caught his eye.
“Really?” he asked. Harry nodded quickly, hitting it again. “Oh God!” Harry pulled his fingers out and pushed Draco’s other knee up to his chest. The blonde immediately shifted and threw his legs over Harry’s shoulders. The Gryffindor grinned.
“Eager all of a sudden?” he asked. Draco stuck out his tongue, and Harry quickly bent forward to draw it into his mouth, kissing the boy firmly. “You’re pretty flexible, too,” he said when he backed away.
“Of course,” Draco smirked. He blinked several times when Harry began pressing his cock into his arse, and as the green-eyed boy slipped inside, Draco couldn’t help the grimace that passed over his face.
“It gets better,” Harry assured him.
“It’d better,” Draco said in a strained voice. Harry pushed forward more, and Draco’s breath hitched. “Fuck,” he whispered, forcing himself to relax.
“Brace yourself,” Harry murmured, and then he thrust forward the rest of the way in. Draco gasped, eyes squeezing shut. “Look at me,” Harry ordered, and Draco opened his eyes to stare up at the other boy. Harry pulled out and thrust slowly back in. “Watch me,” he said. “Concentrate on me.”
“God, Harry,” Draco groaned, and then Harry hit that spot inside of him again and pleasure surged through his body. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, still keeping his eyes on Harry’s. The Gryffindor chuckled, then gasped himself.
“So tight,” he moaned. “Hot…tight!”
“Come on, Harry, move,” Draco gasped, rolling his hips up to meet Harry’s. “Harderharderharder!”
“Right, I’m moving!” Harry panted, and then they fell into a quick rhythm. Harry kept it going for as long as he could, reveling in the sensations shooting through his body, but when he felt that he was about to come, he slowed down and began fisting Draco’s cock.
“Nggh-! Holy fuck!” Draco yelled, throwing his head back and arching as well as he could up into Harry’s body. Harry moved his hand quickly and pounded into Draco’s arse. He held off until Draco was coming all over his hand, and then he allowed himself release before collapsing onto the lithe body beneath his.
“Wow,” Harry said plaintively. “Bloody hell, I don’t know what I like better.” Draco moaned, catching Harry’s eye.
“You’ve done this before, though,” he panted. Harry made a noncommittal sound, and pulled out. He curled into Draco’s side, throwing an arm around the boy’s waist, and Draco let him do it. They laid there catching their breath, for how long Harry didn’t know. But then Draco started squirming against him.
“Something wrong?” Harry asked tiredly.
“How long have we been up here?” Draco asked carefully. Harry shrugged, burying his face into Draco’s shoulder because he knew what was coming. “Blaise, how long has it been?”
“About an hour and a half, I’d say,” Harry mumbled. “Maybe two.” He felt Draco’s body tense under his.
“Did you take another dose of polyjuice potion when I wasn’t looking?” Draco asked in a strained voice.
“Yeah, right before you were about to come I climbed off and took the time to dig through my robes and drink some more polyjuice,” Harry replied sarcastically. Draco squirmed some more, slowly edging away from Harry. The Gryffindor sighed, releasing his hold on Draco, and the boy was instantly several feet away and on his knees, glaring at Harry as if he was willing him to turn back into Blaise.
“There’s an advanced formula, then,” Draco said desperately. “That’s very impressive, really. You should tell Professor Snape-”
“There’s no advanced formula, Draco,” Harry said slowly, sitting up to face the Slytherin.
“Then why aren’t you changing back, Blaise?!” Draco cried, his eyes going wide. Harry could see that he was shaking. “What’s going on?!”
“Draco-”
“Don’t you Draco me!” Draco said furiously, rising to his feet and backing up against the wall.
“Draco, calm down,” Harry said gently, also standing up. He moved toward the other boy and Draco gave him a deer-in-headlights look.
“FUCK!” Draco exclaimed, looking around as if trying to find the nearest window to jump out of. “Fuck- Potter? Are you kidding me?? POTTER?!” Harry sighed, spreading his arms.
“The one and only,” he replied. Draco paled.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he cursed. “Fuck! What the hell- how could you- HOW DARE YOU!!” Draco roared, before jumping at Harry and wrapping his hands around his neck. He slammed the boy into the opposite wall, pressing his body against Harry’s before seemingly realizing just how naked they both were and jumping back as if he’d been burned.
“How dare I?” Harry coughed, rubbing his neck. “You’re the one who decided it be fun to fuck someone else in my body!”
“Oh, shut up!” Draco snapped, crossing his arms. “Just- just shut the bloody fuck up!” The blonde fumed, glaring at Harry for all he was worth and Harry was pretty sure he could actually see a storm cloud gathering above Draco’s head.
“Look, it’s not a big deal,” Harry sighed. “I mean, I obviously don’t mind that much if I started taking Blaise’s place.”
“Started- You mean this wasn’t the first time?” Draco asked, mortified. Harry snorted.
“Of course not,” he replied. Draco swallowed nervously.
“How…how long-”
“Three weeks. And I was watching you and Blaise long before that.” Draco cursed, color flooding his cheeks.
“Draco-”
“Why?” the Slytherin interrupted, staring hard at his counterpart.
“Why what?” Harry asked, blinking.
“Why would you pretend to be someone else just so that you could fuck me? That is what this was all about, right?”
“I don’t know, Draco,” Harry snapped, eyes narrowing. “Here’s another good question: Why would you fuck someone else who was pretending to be me? And I wasn’t pretending to be someone else. I fucking was myself!” Draco frowned.
“That’s…that’s entirely beside the point-”
“I don’t think it is!” Harry exclaimed. “In fact, I know it’s not, and I’m pretty sure I can give you an answer, too!”
“Yeah?” Draco sneered. “Let’s hear it, then.”
“Alright. What was it I said earlier? Hmm, let’s think.” Harry adopted an overly-thoughtful look and began tapping a finger against his chin. “Something about how you like having that much power over me because you knew it would never happen in real life. Ringing any bells?”
“Well, apparently it did happen in real life, didn’t it?” Draco spat, glaring at the Gryffindor.
“There’s more to it than that, though,” Harry said quietly, face softening suddenly. He stepped towards Draco, ignoring the alarmed look on his face. “You didn’t think anything like this was possible,” Harry continued, grabbing hold of Draco’s wrist. “You didn’t think I’d ever want to be with you like this. So you took the next best thing.” Draco swallowed nervously, eyes glancing off to the side. “I didn’t think it could ever happen either,” Harry admitted. Draco looked at him, startled.
“What?” he asked quickly.
“It seems impossible, doesn’t it?” Harry asked, shrugging. “So I took what I thought was the next best thing.” He stepped forward once more, grabbing Draco’s other wrist. “I acted like I was Blaise who was supposed to be acting like he was me.”
“That’s a load of crock,” Draco said hoarsely, stepping back as Harry continued to move forward. “Blaise and I like playacting. We…we choose different people-”
“Bollocks,” Harry said calmly. “Blaise told me it’s always been me.” Draco blushed and tried tugging his hands away from Harry, but suddenly his back hit the wall. Harry stepped up until he was flush against the other boy’s naked body.
“What do you want?” Draco asked desperately, still trying to release himself from Harry’s grip. “I’m sorry, is that what you want to hear? I’ll stop-”
“I want you,” Harry interrupted, pinning Draco’s arms above his head. The Slytherin’s eyes widened.
“Huh?” he said eloquently.
“You asked what I wanted,” Harry reminded him. He leaned forward until his lips were brushing against Draco’s. “And what I want is you.” Harry closed the distance between them, claiming Draco’s mouth under his own and kissing him vigorously. Draco resisted for all of two seconds, and then he groaned and practically melted into the other boy.
“Are you serious?” Draco panted when Harry broke away. The Gryffindor nodded. “You can’t be,” Draco shook his head. “There’s no way we can… I mean, what would people say?” Harry snorted.
“Do you really care?” he asked. Draco considered this, and then smirked.
“No, I suppose not. I just thought it’d be a good point to bring up,” he quipped. Harry grinned and kissed him again.
“I’m sorry I tricked you for three weeks,” he murmured, resting his forehead against Draco’s. Draco shrugged, rolling his hips against the other boy’s.
“And I’m…well, I’m not really sorry for fucking Blaise, since apparently that’s what got us to this point,” he smirked.
“Yeah, well, no more of that, ok?” Harry said. Draco’s smirk widened and threatened to stretch into a grin.
“Yeah, alright,” he replied. “So…Harry…we have this room all to ourselves right now.”
“And neither of us seem to be wearing any clothes,” Harry arched an eyebrow. “Whatever shall we do?” he asked. Draco leaned forward to kiss Harry firmly. He broke away, running his tongue along his bottom lip, and smirked.
“I can think of a few things.”
FIN
Author: Maxine
Challenge and number: #16 - Harry happens upon Draco with a Polyjuiced version of Harry. He watches and learns interesting things.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Harry accidentally finds Draco with none other than…well, himself, he can’t help but spy on the two boys. But eventually enough is enough, and Harry decides that the tables have got to be turned.
Warnings: Voyeurism, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, Graphic Sexual Content
Other characters/pairings: Blaise/Draco, Hermione, Ron
Notes: Written for "Bound and Shagged: The Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Fuh-Q-Fest.” Thanks to the completely awesome naughtygoldie for being my loffly beta!
~~Mistaken Identity~~
by Maxine
The first time Harry stumbled upon them, it was completely by accident.
He’d been bored and unable to sleep, so with the aid of his invisibility cloak he’d taken to the halls, wandering up and down the numerous corridors and climbing up various staircases. By the time he’d made his way all the way up to the astronomy tower, Harry was so lost in thought that he stepped through a slightly open door without even paying attention to where he was going.
But as soon as his eyes focused on the occupants already in the tower, Harry turned tail and ran.
He hadn’t actually gotten a good look at who they had been, but just a quick glance had been enough for him to see that they had both been boys. He’d seen two flat, sweat-slicked chests sliding together and a flash of blonde hair that clashed with its darker counterpart before he'd flown out the door.
Leaning against the wall outside the room, Harry listened to the panting and moaning coming from inside. He thought one of the voices sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place it. As the sounds grew louder, Harry felt his cheeks grow warm and he slinked away down the hall, trying to forget about what he’d just accidentally witnessed.
The second time Harry stumbled upon them was about two weeks later. He’d managed to forget about it after the first incident, but then suddenly he was once again staring at the door to the same room, and he could hear the intimate sounds coming from inside. Biting his lip slightly, Harry made himself turn away and leave whoever was inside in peace. It really wasn’t his business, after all.
But still, he was getting curious. When Harry went walking the following night, he found himself standing outside the room that he’d rediscovered yesterday. He couldn’t hear any voices this time, though, and after sticking his head through the door, he saw that there was no one there. Feeling slightly disappointed, though he had no idea why, Harry continued wandering about aimlessly.
It wasn’t until the following week that Harry found them again. He’d gone around the castle every night, assuring himself that he had just suddenly developed a case of insomnia, but that Friday night he discovered them up in the tower once more.
He heard their voices as he was climbing up the stairs, and, acting on impulse, he crept quietly towards the open door.
Harry really had no idea why he was so interested in finding out who the boys were…
Slowly edging his way through the door, Harry made sure he was completely covered in his cloak before he chanced looking at the two boys. Really, he wasn’t doing anything wrong spying on them like this. After all, his two best friends were Prefects, so Harry was just trying to help them out. He wouldn’t be able to tell them students were out after hours if he didn’t know who the students were! Taking a deep breath, Harry lifted his head.
Oh- Holy fucking mother of Merlin…
Harry eyes were instantly drawn to where the boys were joined, and he watched, mesmerized, as one thick cock slid in and out of the other partner’s arse. The boy on the bottom had his knees drawn up to his chest, which heaved every time he was thrust into, and Harry simply could not look away. He gasped loudly, the sound luckily going unnoticed beneath the loud moans reverberating around the room. Swallowing thickly, Harry tore his eyes away and tried to get his breathing under control. Why was he here again?
He started backing slowly towards the door, suddenly feeling embarrassed and guilty that he was barging in and spying on this obviously intimate moment. But… He couldn’t help himself. Fully outside the room now, Harry stuck his head back through the door and peered at the two boys. He was surprised to see that the blonde on top was none other than one Draco Malfoy, whom Harry had thought was very much into girls. Curious as to whom he could possibly be fucking, Harry shifted his gaze onto the other’s face, and promptly had to do a double take.
Gasping much louder than before, Harry instantly backed away and fell against the wall behind him. Eyes wide, he tried to analyze what he had just seen. That had been Malfoy, right? Fucking…sleeping with…the other boy had been…
Himself.
He'd just watched himself get fucked by Draco Malfoy!
Or, he’d watched his body get fucked…
Luckily Harry was no stranger to things such as Polyjuice, so at least he knew it was definitely possible for such a thing like what he had just witnessed to happen. But still…he felt violated. Dirty. And why would Malfoy want to have sex with someone who looked like his rival anyway?
Harry was already back in his room before he realized he still didn’t know who the other boy was...
So he decided he’d have to show up earlier next week.
And that’s just what he did. He was at the entrance of the astronomy tower a good hour earlier than he’d ever gotten there before, and luckily no one had shown up yet. Making himself comfortable in one of the corners, Harry sat and patiently waited for Malfoy and whoever-this-other-boy-was to arrive. He hoped he was correct in assuming they met here every week, and he steadily ignored the guilty niggling in the back of his head.
It wasn’t long before Malfoy stepped into the room. He cast one cool glance around, and then walked over to the window to stare outside. He was a rather boring person to watch, Harry decided, because he didn’t do anything but stand there, perfectly still. It was as if he was some ethereal statue, because he was the brightest thing in the room against a dark, murky background. Due to the lack of light in the dark room, Malfoy’s silver-blonde hair almost appeared to be glowing.
Harry’s eyes were drawn away from the enigma that was Malfoy when he heard the door creak slightly.
And one Blaise Zabini stepped through it.
“Draco,” the boy said breathlessly, moving quickly toward his…boyfriend? Harry wasn’t sure, seeing as how they apparently only fucked if Zabini was in his body. The Gryffindor watched as a ghost of a smile appeared on Malfoy’s lips, before the boy turned to his fellow Slytherin.
“Evening, Blaise,” he greeted silkily. Zabini stepped forward, leaning in to kiss the blonde, but Malfoy held up a hand and arched an eyebrow. “Forgetting something?”
“Oh, right.” Zabini reached into his robes and pulled a flask that was filled with a lumpy potion that was a sort of grey-green color. With a grimace, the curly-haired boy downed the Polyjuice in one gulp, and Harry got to watch something he had only seen once before in his years at Hogwarts.
It was a bit weirder watching someone turn into the person he saw every morning in the mirror, though.
Zabini gasped, threading a hand into hair that was straightening and growing wilder with each second. His blue eyes swirled and melted into forest green, and Harry watched as the ever-famous scar appeared on the other boy’s forehead. When the transformation was complete, Zabini blinked a few times, probably adjusting to his now less-than-perfect sight, and then looked at Malfoy. The blonde’s entire countenance changed suddenly. He smirked, eyes glinting, and the tension left his shoulders.
“Glad to see you back, Potter,” he whispered, and Harry jumped, inanely thinking that Malfoy knew he was there. But instead, Malfoy stepped forward, backing Zabini up against a wall, and began nuzzling his neck. Harry watched as the boy-who-had-stolen-his-body tensed almost imperceptibly, before submitting with a soft groan as Malfoy started kissing his collar.
“You know I can’t resist you,” Zabini said softly, eyes squeezing shut. Harry was starting to wonder how the boy had gotten roped into this, because clearly he had feelings for the other Slytherin. Maybe this was the only way Malfoy would let him get close to him?
“No,” Malfoy agreed in the same soft tone. “You love being fucked into the ground by me,” he continued, hands tightening around Zabini’s biceps. He lifted his head, staring into the boy’s green eyes, and then claimed his lips in a harsh kiss that had Zabini arching off the wall and into his touch.
Harry didn’t stick around to watch anything more.
He wondered, though, if they did the same thing every week. It was possible that they went through different scenarios. Surely Malfoy didn’t dominate the other boy every time!
Thoughts like these caused Harry to return to the tower yet again the following Friday. He watched, feeling as if he was suffering from déjà vu, as Zabini allowed himself to be bossed around and shoved up against the wall. Harry stayed longer this time, telling himself that something would change, but it became apparent as the boys stripped out of their clothes and Malfoy lowered Zabini to the floor, that Malfoy was clearly the “boy” in all of their escapades.
And for some reason that made Harry really angry. He figured it was because he couldn’t stand to see his own body used like that. And also because…well, because Malfoy was a complete prick, really.
Harry decided that things were going to change.
This was the reason why one day the following week Blaise Zabini’s bag suddenly ripped open as he was walking out of Potions, and all of his books crashed to the ground.
“Bollocks,” the curly-haired boy muttered, kneeling down to collect his things. He waved his friends on so they wouldn’t be late for their next class, and Harry, who’d been hiding in a nearby alcove, quickly stepped forward and knelt down to help. “No, really, it’s fine,” Zabini groused, before looking up and catching site of who exactly was helping him. “Oh-!” Startled, his eyes widened, and all the books and papers he’d gathered into his arms slipped and landed in a heap on the floor again.
“Hello, Blaise,” Harry said sarcastically, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “I think you and I need to talk.”
* * *
“So what do you need, Potter?” Blaise asked when he and Harry met later that evening in an empty classroom.
“I was just curious about something,” Harry said calmly, idly examining his fingernails. Blaise waited for a few seconds, but when Harry didn’t continue, he rolled his eyes.
“And?” he asked, annoyed.
“Well, I was wondering,” the Gryffindor started to say, before lifting his head to lay his narrowed gaze on the Slytherin, “why, exactly, you’re letting Malfoy fuck you when you’re in my body.” Blaise blanched and opened his mouth to say something, but promptly choked on his reply.
“I- he- you…I mean- How- how the bloody hell do you know about that?!” the boy stuttered with wide eyes.
“I make a habit of knowing where my body is at all times,” Harry replied dryly. Blaise swallowed nervously.
“It wasn’t my idea,” he said, glancing around as if he expected Draco to jump out from underneath a desk. “I didn’t even want to go along with it but he…Draco insisted. I…I still don’t really know why-“
“Well lucky for you,” Harry interrupted, “you don’t have to go along with it anymore.”
“How do you mean?” Blaise asked suspiciously. Harry let out a short laugh.
“You didn’t honestly think I was going to let you keep doing this, did you?”
“Are you going to turn us in?” the Slytherin asked in disbelief.
“No,” Harry answered, shaking his head. “No, I’m going to take your spot.” There were a few seconds of stunned silence while Blaise blinked in surprise.
“What?!” he exclaimed. Harry shrugged, smirking.
“It’s made me curious,” he said, glancing away for a second before meeting Blaise’s eyes again. “I’ve never had sex with a boy.”
“…But you have had sex with a girl?” Blaise asked doubtfully. Harry grinned.
“A few fumbling experiences over the summer,” he answered. “Not really my scene, I decided.”
“What, and so…so you’re just going to go off and…and fuck the first boy who’s shown an interest in you?” Blaise stuttered incredulously.
“Oh is that what that is?” Harry arched an eyebrow. “When he’s fucking you he’s showing an interest in me?”
“Well…” Blaise trailed off, biting his lip slightly. “Well he’s certainly not showing an interest in me. I’m the only boy he’s ever fucked, and never in my body.” He frowned, and added as an afterthought, “And he’s never let me top, either.”
“Why do you let him treat you like that?” Harry asked, honestly curious. Blaise sighed, and walked over to sit on top of a desk.
“It’s the only way he’d ever let me be with him,” the boy groused. “But that was months ago, and honestly, I don’t care anymore. I’d stop meeting him in a heartbeat. But Draco likes it. I think he gets off on dominating over you.” Blaise gave Harry a disgruntled glare, and the other boy shuffled his feet awkwardly.
“You said it was Draco’s idea?” he asked. Blaise nodded. “Why did he pick me?” The Slytherin laughed shortly, running a hand through in his hair.
“Because, Potter, with Draco…it’s always been you.”
* * *
The following Friday, Draco stepped out of the Slytherin common room, cast one swift glance around the deserted corridor, and turned to face Blaise who was standing behind him.
“So I’ll see you up there?” he asked, smirking a little. Blaise grinned and nodded.
“Of course,” he said, overly-brightly. Draco blinked, eyes narrowing just slightly as he gave Blaise a searching look.
“Right,” he said slowly, and then smirked again. “See you in a few.” Looking the boy over once more, Draco turned on his heel and walked away down the hall. Blaise watched him until he turned the corner, and then let out a deep breath. Harry appeared out of thin air beside him, tucking his invisibility cloak under one arm, and Blaise glanced at him appraisingly.
“Nice cloak,” he said dryly. Harry grinned.
“I always thought so.”
“Potter, are you sure you want to do this?” Blaise asked. Harry nodded. “Alright,” Blaise sighed, and he shoved an extra robe he’d been holding into the Gryffindor’s arms. “Slytherin robes,” he said at Harry’s questioning look. “It’s not like I ever walk in with a red and gold tie. Oh, and you might want to do away with the glasses.”
“Thanks,” Harry said in a slightly surprised tone. Blaise shrugged.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do,” he said, and Harry had the decency to blush slightly, “but you’re going to need all the help you can get.”
“Glad you have so much faith in me,” Harry said flatly. Blaise smirked.
“You’d better go,” he said. Harry nodded and swept off down the hall. He waited until he was at the bottom of the stairs to the astronomy tower before he switched robes. Folding his old ones, he placed them on the floor against the wall and set his glasses on top of them before covering the whole bundle with his invisibility cloak. Then he stumbled his way up the stairs and paused for a few seconds outside of the door as he tried to remember why he had thought this was such a good idea. He couldn’t come up with an answer, but he wasn’t about to back out now, so Harry took a deep breath and pushed his way through the door.
“What took you so long?” Harry heard a voice drawl, before a blonde blur turned and seemed to falter slightly. “Potter?!” Harry jumped slightly, but calmed himself down immediately and tilted his head to the side.
“Yeah, right, it’s Potter,” he said sarcastically. “Really M-Draco,” Harry barely kept himself from calling the boy ‘Malfoy,’ “I just took the polyjuice potion before I came in, that’s why I’m a little late.”
“Why would you do that?” Draco asked suspiciously.
“Makes it more realistic, doesn’t it?” Harry asked, spreading his arms and making sure that Draco noticed the Slytherin robes. “Like I actually am Potter.” Draco smirked.
“I suppose,” he murmured, and then stood as if he were waiting for something. Harry belatedly remembered that Blaise always made the first move. Biting his lip, he moved forward and reached out to trail a hand down Draco’s arm.
“Draco,” he breathed, stepping in and brushing his lips against the blonde’s.
“Potter,” Draco smirked against Harry, and then captured his mouth and kissed him roughly. Harry’s eyes widened as he was slammed back against the wall, and he gasped when Draco bent to suck at his neck. He’d seen this happen a decent amount of times now, but having never experienced something like it himself it was a bit of a shock and he felt like things were moving too quickly and thus spiraling out of his grasp.
“Wait, wait, Draco!” Harry gasped again, pushing the other boy away from him. Draco arched his eyebrows.
“Something wrong?” he asked, a dangerous undertone to his voice.
“I’ve just had an idea,” Harry panted.
“Really,” Draco said flatly. Harry nodded earnestly.
“Let’s…let’s pretend Potter’s an innocent virgin and…and so you get to ravish him-“
“Ravish?” Draco repeated. “Blaise, really-”
“No, come on, Draco, think about it!” Harry said, trying not to sound desperate. “You get to be the one to corrupt him and all that. Heh, I’ll even pretend to be nervous and-and…innocent?” Draco seemed to consider this, and then his lips stretched into a grin.
“I rather like that idea,” he said slowly. “Potter is such a virgin, after all.”
“Well with boys,” Harry huffed. Draco gave him an odd look, and he quickly added, “I mean, in this instance…”
“Right, whatever,” Draco said briskly, and then leaned in to kiss Harry again. This time it was much gentler, though. His flicked his tongue lightly against Harry’s slightly parted lips, and when the Gryffindor’s mouth tentatively opened wider, Draco slipped his tongue inside. Harry’s breath hitched, and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck as the blonde deepened the kiss. Their tongues met with soldering heat, and Harry’s hips rolled forward against the other boy’s.
Draco’s fingers worked quickly at Harry’s robes, and in no time he was slipping them off the boy’s shoulders. Then he ran his hands up under the Gryffindor’s shirt, and Harry gasped loudly as fingers trailed teasingly over his skin. He attacked Draco’s own robes with vigor, and soon both boys were shirtless and sliding their hands over each other.
“God, Potter, what you do to me,” Draco groaned, and Harry couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Draco lowered them both to the floor, positioning himself over Harry and kissing him again. Harry felt fingers unzipping his pants and he lifted his hips so that Draco could slide them off. “Grab my robe, would you?” Draco asked, trailing kisses down Harry’s chest.
“Yeah…here,” Harry panted as he handed it over. He watched as Draco pulled a tube of lube out of one of the pockets, and swallowed nervously. The blonde squirmed out of his own trousers, and began slathering the lube over his hard cock. “Er…Draco?”
“What?” Draco snapped, looking annoyed.
“Just… Pretending I’m a virgin, remember?” Harry asked, voice a little higher than normal. Draco sighed agitatedly.
“Blaise, can’t we just get on with it?” he groused.
“Um…no,” Harry replied decisively. Draco groaned.
“I’ll go slow, how about that?” he said, and then promptly pushed Harry’s knees up to his chest.
“B-but-” Harry started to protest, but he was cut off when Draco kissed him hard. “Uh, right…” he said dazedly once his mouth was released. He felt something pressing at his entrance, and tried to seize hold of his burgeoning panic. “Draco!”
“For God’s sake, Potter! What?”
“Uh…”
“Look, since you really want to do this virgin thing, I’ll go slow, ok? It’ll be fine!” Draco tried to assure Harry. The green-eyed boy kept taking deep breaths to calm himself, and eventually managed to relax somewhat. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Draco asked suspiciously.
“Fine!” Harry replied, as Draco leaned closer toward him. “I’m f-fine.” Draco peered at him closely.
“Why do you think Potter always wears those hideous glasses?” he asked suddenly. “His eyes are so much more…clearer…sharp without them. They’re so green…” Draco kept staring at him, and Harry felt his cheeks warm.
“Have a crush, Draco?” he quipped, and thoroughly enjoyed that startled look that flashed briefly on the blonde’s face.
“Of course not!” he exclaimed, and finally thrust forward about an inch into Harry’s arse. The boy squeaked, eyes widening, and Draco leered at him. “Legs up,” he ordered, making Harry blink.
“Huh?” Draco sighed and moved Harry so that his legs were thrown over Draco’s shoulders.
“You play the part really well, you know,” the blonde said as he thrust further into Harry.
“What part?” Harry asked in a strained voice. His toes curled and he forced himself to relax around Draco’s member, trying to ignore the uncomfortable stretching.
“This whole virgin act,” Draco said, pushing in further. Harry made a keening sound in the back of his throat.
“Th-thanks…I try,” Harry replied dryly, eyes squeezing shut. Draco chuckled, and with a last thrust he was completely within the warm body beneath him.
“Don’t you love how flexible Potter is?” Draco panted as he continued moving against Harry. The Gryffindor laughed shortly.
“Oh yeah,” he said breathlessly. Draco leaned forward, practically bending Harry in half, and kissed him, sweeping his tongue briefly but thoroughly into his mouth, and then pulling back to thrust deeply into him. “Definitely love it…” Harry moaned. And then he gasped loudly and groaned as Draco hit something inside of him that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through each of his limbs. “Oh God!”
“Like that?” Draco grinned.
“Fuck yes!” Harry exclaimed, hips arching up to meet Draco’s. The other boy grinned again, and then the two of them set a pace, thrusting against each other and kissing in between groans. Draco’s hand closed around Harry’s cock, and he began pulling in time with his thrusts. “Ngghh-! Draco! Oh God, Draco…Draco…God, Harder!” Harry yelled, and the blonde set about acquiescing to his request. “DracoDracoDraco-FUCK!”
“Quite the loud virgin, aren’t you?” Draco grunted, tightening his hand around Harry. “Merlin, Potter! You’re so fucking tight!” The Gryffindor gasped once more before coming all over his stomach and the other boy’s hand. His body went boneless as he rode out his orgasm, and Draco thrust into him a few more times before coming himself. Both boys lay there, breathing deeply, before Draco rolled off to the side and sat up.
“Merlin, that was amazing,” Harry said, feeling too weak to move. Draco was already pulling his clothes back on, though, so Harry finally sat up and tried to locate his belongings. Suddenly Draco turned to him, and he was close enough that Harry could actually make out the details of his face.
“It’s always amazing,” Draco smirked, before pressing a chaste kiss the green-eyed boy’s lips. “I’m going to stop by the kitchen on the way back. See you in our room?” he asked as he pulled away and stood up. Harry nodded, not sure if he could form coherent words at the moment, and Draco grinned before leaving the room.
Later, when Harry finally located his invisibility cloak and had his glasses back on, he allowed himself a small smile.
Next week couldn’t come soon enough.
* * *
“I think I’m going to get contacts,” Harry announced the next morning before he, Ron, and Hermione went down to breakfast.
“Contacts?” Ron repeated in a confused voice.
“Really, Harry? How come?” Hermione asked. Harry shrugged.
“Well they’re more practical. And really, glasses get tiring and annoying after awhile.”
“You could try an eye-enhancing spell for the day,” Hermione suggested. “See how you like it.”
“You don’t like your glasses, mate?” asked Ron. Harry shrugged again.
“Tell me something,” he said, taking off said glasses and turning to face his friends. “Do you think I look better without them?” Hermione looked him over, and Ron chuckled.
“Is that what this is about?” he asked. “Are you trying to impress some bird?”
“No, of course not,” Harry answered, entirely truthfully.
“You do look good without them, Harry,” Hermione spoke up, placing a hand on the boy’s chin and tilting his head in different directions to get a better look at him. “Not necessarily better, just different. Your eyes stand out more without glasses.”
“Can you perform that spell?” Harry asked. Hermione grinned and rolled up her sleeves.
“Of course!”
* * *
“Did I exhaust you last night, Blaise?” Draco asked as they left the Great Hall. Crabbe and Goyle were trailing after them.
“Why do you ask?” Blaise glanced at the blonde out of the corner of his eye.
“You were already asleep when I got back to the room,” Draco said dryly. Blaise laughed shortly.
“I suppose I was a bit tired,” he admitted. Draco looked inordinately proud of himself.
“It was a good idea you had,” he said, and Blaise looked at him questioningly.
“You think?”
“Yes, definitely,” Draco nodded. He cast a quick look around before smirking and saying in a quiet voice, “I mean how often to I get to de-virgin-ize Potter?” Blaise choked on his laughter.
“Only as often as you dream about it, Malfoy, because something that disgusting would never actually happen,” someone answered, making Draco and Blaise falter, though almost unnoticeably, in their steps. They looked to the side to see Harry standing with his two friends at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the Gryffindor tower. There was a brief moment of awkward silence.
“I don’t have to dream about it, Potter,” Draco finally said in what he probably thought was an ‘I-know-something-you-don’t-know’ type of voice. The problem was, of course, that Harry knew exactly what it was that Draco knew.
“Right,” the Gryffindor smirked and stepped closer to the blonde. Draco turned to face him fully, opening his mouth to speak, and then apparently lost his train of thought. He blinked a few times, staring at Harry, and then slowly closed his mouth.
“Finally decided to gain a sense of fashion?” he asked snidely. “Where’d your glasses get to?”
“I’m trying something new,” Harry shrugged. “You like?” Draco opened and shut his mouth a few times, before sneering.
“No,” he answered lamely, looking slightly uncomfortable. Harry mentally cheered.
“Morning, Blaise!” he greeted, and then pushed past Draco into the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione followed, looking a little confused. Draco turned to face Blaise, and the boy shrugged as if to say, ‘no, I have no idea what he was smoking this morning.’ Frowning, Draco stalked off towards the Slytherin common room.
* * *
When Friday rolled around again, Harry had a hard time keeping himself from bouncing in his seat during all his classes. He kept catching Blaise’s eye from across the room, and the Slytherin seemed to have trouble holding back a grin at how eager Harry looked.
That night was a different experience than the previous week, though. Harry wasn’t about to try the ‘pretend I’m a virgin’ route again, so he allowed himself to be bossed and bullied for the evening. It was interesting, that was for sure, being on the receiving end of treatment such as that. Harry didn’t mind it too much, but he didn’t think he’d be able to return to the same thing every week, so he wasn’t sure how Blaise had managed it.
There was definitely something enjoyable about being dominated like that, though, Harry thought to himself as he turned onto his hands and knees and allowed Draco to fuck him from behind. The weight of the other boy against his back was wonderful, being filled by him was amazing, and all in all, Harry had a hard time remembering why he’d hated Draco all these years. Clearly there were much better things to be doing with his rival than hating him.
Groaning, Harry spread his legs wider and pushed back against Draco, trying to get the boy as far inside of him as possible.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, Potter,” Draco grunted, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist.
“Yeeeees!” Harry moaned.
“You like taking it hard and deep, don’t you? And from no one from but me!” Draco continued to talk, making Harry vaguely wonder how he managed such a thing. Harry couldn’t even form coherent thoughts let alone sentences.
“Yesyesyes!” he babbled instead.
“I’m the only one who gets to fuck you, right, Potter?”
“Yes!”
“I’m the only one who’ll ever fuck you, right?!”
“YES!”
“Good,” Draco panted, and thrust hard into Harry a final time, before coming. His hand continued working at the Gryffindor, but the feeling of Draco shuddering against his back and the warmth filling him was more than enough, and Harry came with a gasp as well, collapsing onto the floor.
“Hey, Draco?” Harry asked after a few minutes. The floor was cool against his chest and Draco was still collapsed against his back.
“What?”
“I…can I try something?”
“What do you mean?” Harry turned to look back at the blonde.
“Well, that didn’t take very long-”
“Oy! I had a stressful day!” Draco huffed, and Harry chuckled.
“No…no, I’m just saying that we have a little over thirty minutes before the polyjuice to wears off… So can I try something?” he asked again. Draco leaned his forehead against Harry’s shoulder for a second before rolling off of him.
“I guess so,” he replied, crossing his arms behind his head. Harry propped himself up onto his elbows and grinned at the Slytherin.
“Good,” he said softly, leaning over to kiss Draco gently. The boy allowed it for a few seconds, head lifting to meet Harry’s mouth more firmly, before pulling back.
“Get to it, then,” he said, smirking.
“Roll onto your stomach,” Harry ordered, and Draco’s smirk immediately faded.
“I don’t bottom,” he said quickly. “Remember?” Harry rolled his eyes, trailing a hand down Draco’s pale chest.
“I don’t plan on fucking you,” he said dryly, adding a silent ‘tonight’ in his mind. Draco eyed him for a few seconds, and then rolled over. “You said you had a stressful day?” Harry asked, climbing over Draco and straddling his lower back. The boy tensed beneath him as he felt Harry’s cock that close to his nether regions, but when Harry placed his hands soothingly on Draco’s shoulders, he relaxed.
“It was a bit stressful, yes,” Draco answered.
“So I thought I’d give you a massage,” Harry said in a low voice, kneading the wiry muscles beneath his hands. Draco groaned, relaxing even more, and Harry grinned. They were comfortably silent after that, as Harry moved his hands along the length of Draco’s back. He worked at his neck first, and then moved to his shoulders and the back of his arms. He trailed his fingers down the length of Draco’s spine, applying pressure along the way. Draco groaned again, and Harry slid further down his body. He bent forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Draco’s shoulder.
Draco’s breath hitched slightly, and he shivered under the warmth of Harry’s mouth. The green-eyed boy moved again, pressing another kiss to the middle of Draco’s back, and his hands began kneading the boy’s arse. Harry grinned, feeling the tremors running through Draco, and ran his tongue down the curve of his spine. He kept going until he reached Draco’s firm arse, and then he breathed hotly onto the boy’s skin.
He didn’t fail to notice that Draco had gone unnaturally still beneath him.
“Potter…” the blonde started to say, but Harry ignored him and instead spread the boy’s arse cheeks with his hands. Draco squeaked and tensed and Harry was sure he was about to turn over and yell at him, so he quickly leaned forward and swept his tongue right across Draco’s puckered hole. “Potter!” Draco exclaimed, propping his upper body up on his elbows and turning to look incredulously at the other boy. “What are you-” Harry cut him off with another sweep of his tongue, and Draco groaned at the feeling it sent coursing through him.
“Quiet,” Harry murmured. Draco gasped as Harry’s hot breath caressed his sensitive skin.
“Oh God,” he moaned, turning back around and burying his face into his arms. Harry continued licking and Draco felt his toes curls as he did his best not to thrust back into the boy’s face. Then suddenly there was some probing, and Draco had to squeeze his eyes shut as Harry drove his tongue into his arse.
“Get on your knees,” Harry said after a few seconds, and the blonde quickly did as told, pushing himself up onto his hands. Harry pushed his legs further apart and spread his cheeks again, quickly resuming his earlier activities. Draco groaned loudly, feeling the blood rush to his spent cock. He felt one of Harry’s hands wrapping around him and knew he was done for.
“God, fuck!” he exclaimed when Harry began driving his tongue into him with little stabbing motions again. It wasn’t enough; Draco felt the need to be filled with more than what Harry’s tongue was providing, but it was still an incredible feeling. That, combined with the friction from Harry’s palm, had the blonde reeling from a second orgasm in no time.
Panting, Draco collapsed to the ground and slowly rolled over to look at Harry. Harry grinned at him.
“Blaise…what the- where…where the hell did you learn that?” Draco asked breathlessly. Harry shrugged.
“Around,” he said cryptically. He arched an eyebrow. “Good?”
“Fuck yeah,” Draco said. Harry stared at his flushed cheeks and bright eyes, and grinned again.
“Good.”
* * *
“Blaise!” someone called as the Slytherin was walking into the Great Hall. “Blaise, hold up!” Blaise turned around and saw Harry running towards him.
“Morning, Harry,” he said guardedly, uncertain as to why the Gryffindor was chasing him down this early in the morning.
“Have you seen Draco yet this morning?” Harry asked, panting from his run. He was bent over slightly with his hands on his knees
“No,” Blaise replied. “Why?” Harry looked around. The hallway was pretty deserted since it was so early.
“I…um, I gave him a rim job…last night,” Harry mumbled, blushing. “I just…I thought you should know, in case he mentions it…” Blaise stared at him, wide-eyed.
“A rim job?” he repeated dumbly. Harry nodded. “And he let you?” Blaise asked incredulously. Harry nodded again, grinning.
“And he liked it,” he added smugly. Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Look, Harry, if you’re going to start adding all this other stuff to the repertoire of things that Draco does with me…well, that’s just not a good idea,” Blaise said. “I mean, he thinks you’re me, remember? Just, in your body!” He paused to consider that. “There’s so much irony in that sentence…” he murmured. Harry laughed.
“Don’t worry,” he said, smiling. “I’m going to tell him it’s me.”
“You’re- you’re going to tell him?” Blaise asked, eyes wide.
“Well not so much tell him as…you know, let him see for himself,” Harry replied. Blaise sighed.
“Good luck with that,” he said. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment Ron and Hermione turned the corner.
“Harry!” Ron yelled, marching up to him. He grabbed the boy by the arm and yanked the front of his robe down. “There! See, Hermione, I told you!” Hermione looked curiously at the hickey Ron had just revealed on Harry’s neck. “I saw it this morning when he was getting dressed, and then he all but fled the room when I asked him about it,” Ron groused. Harry blushed slightly.
“I was in a hurry, that’s all!” he huffed. “And what’s it matter to you if I’ve got a hickey?”
“Do you have a girlfriend, Harry?” Hermione asked, her eyes twinkling in a way that reminded Harry of Dumbledore.
“Why haven’t you told us, Harry?” Ron complained. Harry cast a desperate look at Blaise, but the Slytherin only chuckled.
“Yes, Harry, don’t hold out on us,” a voice drawled, and Draco approached the group with Crabbe and Goyle flanking his sides. “I’m sure we’d all love to hear about this girlfriend of yours.” The blonde smirked. Harry’s blush deepened and he quickly shoved Ron off of him and tried straightening out his robes. But Draco had already caught sight of the mark on his throat, and his eyes narrowed. Harry could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
“It’s not anyone’s business who my girlfriend is,” Harry said quickly, turning to his friends. “We don’t want in the papers or something, so we haven’ told anyone yet.”
“Ooohh, Harry, is it a controversial relationship?” Hermione asked excitedly. Harry caught Blaise’s eye.
“Yeah, I’d say it’s pretty controversial,” he said, attempting and failing to smother his grin. Blaise snorted and Draco blinked, lips pursing.
“Come on, Blaise,” the blonde sneered. “Let’s go eat.” Harry watched them leave, and then turned to his friends again.
“Come on, Harry, you can’t keep something like this from me!” Ron exclaimed.
“Give me a week, Ron,” Harry said, walking into the Great Hall. “And then I’ll tell you.”
* * *
“Is there a reason you like taking the polyjuice before you come into the room now?” Draco asked the following Friday as soon as Harry stepped into the room. The boy blinked and automatically reached up to adjust his glasses, before remembering that he didn’t wear them anymore. He’d done that more times in the past two weeks than he could count.
“I told you, Draco, I just think it makes it more realistic,” Harry said calmly, stepping up to the blonde. “If you didn’t like using Potter’s body so much, we wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Draco frowned, and Harry pursed his lips. “Why do you like this body so much?” he asked.
“I don’t,” Draco replied, crossing his arms.
“You just like the power you have over Potter for these brief moments in time because you know it will never actually happen?” Harry smirked. Draco looked disgruntled.
“No need to be blunt about it,” he groused. Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco’s frowning lips.
“Sorry,” he said, unapologetically. Draco ‘hmphed,’ and then quickly proceeded with the ‘slamming-Harry-into-the-wall’ part of the night that he so seemed to enjoy. Harry grinned against the other boy’s warm mouth, flicking his tongue forward to meet Draco’s. They twisted and intertwined with each other as Draco met Harry’s kiss hungrily.
Harry had gotten used to this now, even though it was only the third week he’d been with Draco. Nonetheless, the two boys were soon sans clothes and Harry’s back was against the cold ground. Draco was leaning over him.
“How should we do it tonight?” the blonde asked, and Harry’s eyebrows went up. This was the first time he’d heard Draco give ‘Blaise’ a choice.
“Are you seriously asking me?” he asked. Draco shrugged.
“Apparently you’ve got some good ideas floating about in that head of yours,” he drawled. Harry grinned.
“Enjoyed last week that much, did you?” he quipped. Draco blushed.
“Maybe,” he replied awkwardly. Harry captured his mouth, kissing him deeply, and Draco groaned. Then, without warning, Harry pushed up and rolled over, trapping Draco’s body beneath him. The blonde looked up at him, startled.
“I want to do it like this,” Harry said quietly. Draco’s eyes widened.
“I hope you mean you want to ride me,” he said dangerously. Harry looked at him flatly.
“No,” he murmured, sliding down Draco’s body so that he was sitting between the boy’s thighs. Harry gently propped Draco’s legs up so that his knees were bent. Draco watched him warily. “I think you know what I mean,” Harry said softly.
“Blaise-” Draco started to say quickly, but Harry cut him off.
“Potter,” he said. “Remember?” Draco swallowed thickly, brow furrowing a little. “Or better yet, we could actually try Harry tonight.”
“…Harry,” Draco repeated slowly.
“You’ve got his body, after all.”
“Harry…” Draco said again.
“Draco,” Harry smiled.
“I don’t bottom,” Draco said shakily.
“So you’ve said,” Harry smirked. He reached for Draco’s robes and pulled out the tube of lube. After coating his fingers, he pushed one of Draco’s knees up to his chest. The blonde was breathing harshly through his nose. “But tonight you do,” Harry said, and then he pushed one finger past Draco’s entrance. The boy sucked in a startled breath, and kept his wide eyes on Harry’s face.
Harry added a second finger slowly, watching the emotions play across Draco’s features. The boy looked kind of scared, though he was masking it well enough. Harry began scissoring his fingers, and Draco bit his lip. Smirking, the green-eyed boy pushed his fingers in as far as they would go, and then grinned outright when he felt Draco jump slightly and gasp.
“There’ll be a lot of that,” Harry murmured, brushing against that spot again. Draco groaned, and Harry caught his eye.
“Really?” he asked. Harry nodded quickly, hitting it again. “Oh God!” Harry pulled his fingers out and pushed Draco’s other knee up to his chest. The blonde immediately shifted and threw his legs over Harry’s shoulders. The Gryffindor grinned.
“Eager all of a sudden?” he asked. Draco stuck out his tongue, and Harry quickly bent forward to draw it into his mouth, kissing the boy firmly. “You’re pretty flexible, too,” he said when he backed away.
“Of course,” Draco smirked. He blinked several times when Harry began pressing his cock into his arse, and as the green-eyed boy slipped inside, Draco couldn’t help the grimace that passed over his face.
“It gets better,” Harry assured him.
“It’d better,” Draco said in a strained voice. Harry pushed forward more, and Draco’s breath hitched. “Fuck,” he whispered, forcing himself to relax.
“Brace yourself,” Harry murmured, and then he thrust forward the rest of the way in. Draco gasped, eyes squeezing shut. “Look at me,” Harry ordered, and Draco opened his eyes to stare up at the other boy. Harry pulled out and thrust slowly back in. “Watch me,” he said. “Concentrate on me.”
“God, Harry,” Draco groaned, and then Harry hit that spot inside of him again and pleasure surged through his body. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, still keeping his eyes on Harry’s. The Gryffindor chuckled, then gasped himself.
“So tight,” he moaned. “Hot…tight!”
“Come on, Harry, move,” Draco gasped, rolling his hips up to meet Harry’s. “Harderharderharder!”
“Right, I’m moving!” Harry panted, and then they fell into a quick rhythm. Harry kept it going for as long as he could, reveling in the sensations shooting through his body, but when he felt that he was about to come, he slowed down and began fisting Draco’s cock.
“Nggh-! Holy fuck!” Draco yelled, throwing his head back and arching as well as he could up into Harry’s body. Harry moved his hand quickly and pounded into Draco’s arse. He held off until Draco was coming all over his hand, and then he allowed himself release before collapsing onto the lithe body beneath his.
“Wow,” Harry said plaintively. “Bloody hell, I don’t know what I like better.” Draco moaned, catching Harry’s eye.
“You’ve done this before, though,” he panted. Harry made a noncommittal sound, and pulled out. He curled into Draco’s side, throwing an arm around the boy’s waist, and Draco let him do it. They laid there catching their breath, for how long Harry didn’t know. But then Draco started squirming against him.
“Something wrong?” Harry asked tiredly.
“How long have we been up here?” Draco asked carefully. Harry shrugged, burying his face into Draco’s shoulder because he knew what was coming. “Blaise, how long has it been?”
“About an hour and a half, I’d say,” Harry mumbled. “Maybe two.” He felt Draco’s body tense under his.
“Did you take another dose of polyjuice potion when I wasn’t looking?” Draco asked in a strained voice.
“Yeah, right before you were about to come I climbed off and took the time to dig through my robes and drink some more polyjuice,” Harry replied sarcastically. Draco squirmed some more, slowly edging away from Harry. The Gryffindor sighed, releasing his hold on Draco, and the boy was instantly several feet away and on his knees, glaring at Harry as if he was willing him to turn back into Blaise.
“There’s an advanced formula, then,” Draco said desperately. “That’s very impressive, really. You should tell Professor Snape-”
“There’s no advanced formula, Draco,” Harry said slowly, sitting up to face the Slytherin.
“Then why aren’t you changing back, Blaise?!” Draco cried, his eyes going wide. Harry could see that he was shaking. “What’s going on?!”
“Draco-”
“Don’t you Draco me!” Draco said furiously, rising to his feet and backing up against the wall.
“Draco, calm down,” Harry said gently, also standing up. He moved toward the other boy and Draco gave him a deer-in-headlights look.
“FUCK!” Draco exclaimed, looking around as if trying to find the nearest window to jump out of. “Fuck- Potter? Are you kidding me?? POTTER?!” Harry sighed, spreading his arms.
“The one and only,” he replied. Draco paled.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he cursed. “Fuck! What the hell- how could you- HOW DARE YOU!!” Draco roared, before jumping at Harry and wrapping his hands around his neck. He slammed the boy into the opposite wall, pressing his body against Harry’s before seemingly realizing just how naked they both were and jumping back as if he’d been burned.
“How dare I?” Harry coughed, rubbing his neck. “You’re the one who decided it be fun to fuck someone else in my body!”
“Oh, shut up!” Draco snapped, crossing his arms. “Just- just shut the bloody fuck up!” The blonde fumed, glaring at Harry for all he was worth and Harry was pretty sure he could actually see a storm cloud gathering above Draco’s head.
“Look, it’s not a big deal,” Harry sighed. “I mean, I obviously don’t mind that much if I started taking Blaise’s place.”
“Started- You mean this wasn’t the first time?” Draco asked, mortified. Harry snorted.
“Of course not,” he replied. Draco swallowed nervously.
“How…how long-”
“Three weeks. And I was watching you and Blaise long before that.” Draco cursed, color flooding his cheeks.
“Draco-”
“Why?” the Slytherin interrupted, staring hard at his counterpart.
“Why what?” Harry asked, blinking.
“Why would you pretend to be someone else just so that you could fuck me? That is what this was all about, right?”
“I don’t know, Draco,” Harry snapped, eyes narrowing. “Here’s another good question: Why would you fuck someone else who was pretending to be me? And I wasn’t pretending to be someone else. I fucking was myself!” Draco frowned.
“That’s…that’s entirely beside the point-”
“I don’t think it is!” Harry exclaimed. “In fact, I know it’s not, and I’m pretty sure I can give you an answer, too!”
“Yeah?” Draco sneered. “Let’s hear it, then.”
“Alright. What was it I said earlier? Hmm, let’s think.” Harry adopted an overly-thoughtful look and began tapping a finger against his chin. “Something about how you like having that much power over me because you knew it would never happen in real life. Ringing any bells?”
“Well, apparently it did happen in real life, didn’t it?” Draco spat, glaring at the Gryffindor.
“There’s more to it than that, though,” Harry said quietly, face softening suddenly. He stepped towards Draco, ignoring the alarmed look on his face. “You didn’t think anything like this was possible,” Harry continued, grabbing hold of Draco’s wrist. “You didn’t think I’d ever want to be with you like this. So you took the next best thing.” Draco swallowed nervously, eyes glancing off to the side. “I didn’t think it could ever happen either,” Harry admitted. Draco looked at him, startled.
“What?” he asked quickly.
“It seems impossible, doesn’t it?” Harry asked, shrugging. “So I took what I thought was the next best thing.” He stepped forward once more, grabbing Draco’s other wrist. “I acted like I was Blaise who was supposed to be acting like he was me.”
“That’s a load of crock,” Draco said hoarsely, stepping back as Harry continued to move forward. “Blaise and I like playacting. We…we choose different people-”
“Bollocks,” Harry said calmly. “Blaise told me it’s always been me.” Draco blushed and tried tugging his hands away from Harry, but suddenly his back hit the wall. Harry stepped up until he was flush against the other boy’s naked body.
“What do you want?” Draco asked desperately, still trying to release himself from Harry’s grip. “I’m sorry, is that what you want to hear? I’ll stop-”
“I want you,” Harry interrupted, pinning Draco’s arms above his head. The Slytherin’s eyes widened.
“Huh?” he said eloquently.
“You asked what I wanted,” Harry reminded him. He leaned forward until his lips were brushing against Draco’s. “And what I want is you.” Harry closed the distance between them, claiming Draco’s mouth under his own and kissing him vigorously. Draco resisted for all of two seconds, and then he groaned and practically melted into the other boy.
“Are you serious?” Draco panted when Harry broke away. The Gryffindor nodded. “You can’t be,” Draco shook his head. “There’s no way we can… I mean, what would people say?” Harry snorted.
“Do you really care?” he asked. Draco considered this, and then smirked.
“No, I suppose not. I just thought it’d be a good point to bring up,” he quipped. Harry grinned and kissed him again.
“I’m sorry I tricked you for three weeks,” he murmured, resting his forehead against Draco’s. Draco shrugged, rolling his hips against the other boy’s.
“And I’m…well, I’m not really sorry for fucking Blaise, since apparently that’s what got us to this point,” he smirked.
“Yeah, well, no more of that, ok?” Harry said. Draco’s smirk widened and threatened to stretch into a grin.
“Yeah, alright,” he replied. “So…Harry…we have this room all to ourselves right now.”
“And neither of us seem to be wearing any clothes,” Harry arched an eyebrow. “Whatever shall we do?” he asked. Draco leaned forward to kiss Harry firmly. He broke away, running his tongue along his bottom lip, and smirked.
“I can think of a few things.”
FIN