Smokin' Hot Chapter 12
Title: Smokin' Hot
Author: roxierose13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.
Warning: oral, rim, angst
Summary: AU, no magic. Desperately needing a break from class, Harry retreats to the bathroom only to find something he never expected but is more than willing to accept.
Reread: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
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“Fuck!” Harry cursed as the doorknob rattled ominously. He tried to push Draco off him, beginning to panic.
Draco didn’t seem quite as concerned as Harry. He kind of rolled his eyes and pulled out of Harry quickly, then pushed him away.
Harry rolled off the desk and landed with a loud thump and an “Ow!” on the other side. He hastily pulled up his pants, zipping them as fast as he could. His fingers tripped over the button as he fumblingly tried to close it. He was soon joined by Draco, who had managed to collect their shirts from near the door.
Harry looked up sharply as he heard voices outside the door. “Shit,” he cursed to himself. He was shut up as his shirt hit him hard in the face.
Draco merely raised an eyebrow at the glare he received from Harry. He slipped his own shirt on and crouched down behind the desk, his eyes on the door. The shadow of a tall man was visible against the marbled glass that made up the tiny window in the door.
Harry could feel his heart beating against his ribcage and he hoped it wasn’t audible. Peering around the desk corner, he cursed himself for agreeing to this. Now they were going to get caught, and by Lupin, no less.
Oh well, Harry thought, trying to console himself. At least it’s not Snape.
He waited, biting his lip nervously, thinking of all the horrible things that were going to happen once that door was opened and Lupin found him and Draco crouching behind his desk, sweaty and swollen-lipped. Harry cringed at the thought.
Beside him, Draco was watching the door intently as it swung open.
“…Sure he’s fine, Hermione,” they heard Lupin say. “Everyone goes through changes. Try to be supportive.”
“But it’s Malfoy!” Harry heard Hermione exclaim and he scowled.
Draco cast him a momentary glance but said nothing, looking back to where Lupin was standing in the doorway, his back turned to them. Harry couldn’t see Hermione, but he was sure she was standing just beyond.
“Don’t worry about it,” Lupin said calmly to Hermione. “He’ll find out for himself whether or not it was a good decision.”
Harry heard Hermione huff and it didn’t improve his feelings towards her.
“I’ll see you in class, Hermione. I need to prepare a few things beforehand.”
Harry had a sneaking suspicion that Lupin wanted to shake off Hermione, and he didn’t blame him. Although, at the moment, he’d much rather Hermione drag him off to talk, given the situation.
He was disappointed, though, as he heard Hermione wishing him goodbye, if not a little bitterly. His heart constricted as Lupin stepped further into the classroom. He was internally cursing himself repetitively. His eyes were closed and he was hoping to God that Lupin wouldn’t walk around that side of the desk.
He opened his eyes as he felt a hand on his own. For a second, he thought he’d been caught. He opened his mouth to start apologizing profusely, but another hand covered it. He looked up and saw that it was Draco who had the grip on his wrist.
Draco shook his head warningly and Harry nodded. He looked around carefully for Lupin and saw that he was standing at his window, gazing down at the lawn beyond.
He saw Lupin sigh as he stared at the students eating lunch.
Draco tugged on Harry’s hand indicating that he should follow him. With a quick glance at Lupin, Harry followed Draco as he crept toward the door.
They were halfway there when Lupin gave a sudden cough and Harry froze. Draco kept moving and stopped when he realized Harry wasn’t behind him. He turned and gave Harry a hard look.
Harry tried to shrink even more into the floor as he made his way toward the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. Finally, he made it and he and Draco sneaked out, only straightening up once they were completely outside. Draco shut the door as quietly as he could, then grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him down a nearby hallway.
Harry was focusing all his energy on bringing down his blood-pressure and didn’t notice the look of amusement on Draco’s face for a moment.
“That was fun,” Draco said.
Harry turned around and stared at him. “Are you insane?”
Draco’s smirk didn’t fade as he looked at Harry. “Potter, don’t tell me you didn’t get a little turned on knowing we were this close,” he held his thumb and forefinger a centimeter apart,” to getting caught?”
“No!” Harry exclaimed.
Draco’s smirk turned sly and he slid up to Harry’s side. “You’d do it again, though, wouldn’t you?”
“No!”
Draco didn’t respond immediately. He merely smirked as his hand slid inconspicuously under Harry’s wrinkled shirt, running over the washboard muscles. He moved his body closer, pressing his erection against Harry’s thigh.
Harry gasped and looked around the hall quickly. Thankfully, it was empty; everyone was still at lunch.
“Malfoy, this isn’t what I signed up for,” he hissed, but made no moves to push Draco away.
“You do know what fuck-buddies do, right?” Draco drawled facetiously.
“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t include indecent exposure,” Harry said quickly, still looking around the hall to make sure there was no one there.
“It’s only indecent if you get caught, Potter,” Draco said, leaning in and licking Harry’s earlobe. “Now, what do you say we take care of this before class? Wouldn’t want Lupin suspecting anything, would we?”
Harry felt his resolve slipping away as Draco’s wicked tongue slid into his ear and his teeth nibbled the lobe.
“Just this once,” he said breathlessly.
That was enough for Draco, who grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him away to the nearest bathroom.
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Ten minutes later, Harry entered Lupin’s desk, muttering a quick hello, and taking a seat at the back of the room, determinedly not looking at Lupin or Hermione, whose eyes had been on him the moment he entered.
He got out his lit book quietly and waited for the class to start.
Five seconds before the bell rang, Draco came striding in, Blaise right beside him. He looked as cool as ever and slid into a seat just in front of Harry. Harry caught his eye and quickly looked away.
He felt ashamed at his actions earlier. He had given in to Draco’s inordinate demands. He had despoiled a teacher’s personal possessions; a teacher whom he happened to have a lot of respect for.
He refused to look up as Lupin started the class, talking about their poets and more about the project. Harry hadn’t had much time to think about it. He’d been too preoccupied with Draco and their relationship, or lack thereof.
Soon, they were instructed to sit with their partners and work on the project again. Harry gathered his things and moved to sit next to Draco. He kept his head down, not daring to look up and catch Lupin’s eye. He didn’t think he could bear the embarrassment.
Sliding into his seat next to Draco, Draco raised an amused eyebrow. “Embarrassed to be seen with me, Potter?”
“No,” Harry muttered. He reached into his bag and pulled out a book he’d found on their poet, placing it on the desk in front of him. Draco gave an amused laugh but said nothing.
Harry chanced a glance at Hermione, who was sitting with Millicent Bulstrode, cursing her luck. She looked unhappy about the whole situation. When she looked over and caught his eye, her expression was unreadable, but she soon turned away.
Harry sighed and pulled his gaze away. He was still angry at her for how she had reacted that morning, and that she had gone to Lupin about him.
“Harry?”
Harry looked up sharply as his name was said quietly. He was met with Lupin, who was standing in front of his desk, looking concerned.
“Er, hi,” he said quickly, hastily opening his book and pretending to read.
Lupin paused and cast a glance sideways at Draco, who simply raised an eyebrow in response. Lupin frowned and looked back to Harry. “Are you feeling alright, Harry?”
Harry turned a light shade of pink at the question. “I-I’m fine,” he stammered.
Lupin looked around carefully then leaned in closer. “You know you can talk to me if anything is wrong.”
“I know,” Harry replied, avoiding his eyes.
Lupin moved back, his expression doubtful. “Well, you two should get to work. I’m sure Edna has many interesting poems.”
With that, he walked away, leaving Harry and Draco alone. Draco shifted in his chair, turning in it sideways. “Yeah, you’re not uncomfortable at all.”
“Shut it, Malfoy,” Harry muttered, flipping through the book.
Draco just smirked and leaned back casually in his chair. “So what wonderful poem does Edna have for us today?”
Harry rolled his eyes at Draco’s sarcastic tone but flipped to a poem he had seen earlier. The title read “Low-tide.”
These wet rocks where the tide had been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
Will show again when the tide is high,
Faint and perilous, far from shore,
The bottom of the sea once more.
There was a child that wandered through
A giant’s empty house all day-
House full of wonderful things and new,
But no fit place for a child to play.
“This poet was crazy, wasn’t she?” Draco drawled when he’d finished reading.
Harry scoffed. “No. She’s connecting the ocean and childhood.”
“Well, I had a perfectly fine childhood,” Draco replied, sounding bored.
“That’s not the point.”
“Listen, Potter,” Draco sighed. “We’re never going to get this done if we don’t actually work on it. I’m busy this weekend, but in a couple weeks, come over to my house and we’ll work on it.”
“To your house?” Harry asked slowly.
“Yes, Potter, my house. You do know what a house is?”
Harry scowled. “Of course I do.”
“Good, then you’ll come to mine.”
“Okay…” Harry agreed. He didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. On the one hand, Draco was inviting him over to his house, where they would most likely be alone in his room. On the other, it might be purely work for the project. It was the perfect opportunity to learn more about Draco.
They spent the rest of the class discussing the poem and its contents. When class ended, Harry left, carefully avoiding Hermione, who looked like she wanted to talk to him.
Draco gathered his things as Blaise made his way over to him. “How’s your poet? At least you got Potter for a partner. Weasley really is as thick as he seems.”
Draco laughed and swung his bag over his shoulder. “My poet is fine. Potter’s not too bad as a partner. Some of his ideas might actually be correct if he put more thought into them.”
“Have you started on your project yet?”
“No. He’s coming over in a few weeks.”
“To your house?”
“Yes, my house. Why does no one understand that?”
Blaise was silent for a moment. Draco hardly ever invited people over to his house. Only his good friends managed to get in. He supposed it was because of Draco’s father, who always cornered the newcomers, trying to get them to join the men’s club.
“And you’re just doing the project, right?”
“Of course. What else would we do?” Draco asked, annoyed. Blaise was asking a lot more questions than usual.
“Nothing,” Blaise replied loftily as they walked down the hallway to their next class.
Draco sighed. “I need a cigarette.” Instead of continuing to class, he ducked down another hallway, Blaise following behind, shaking his head at Draco’s back.
He knew Draco was avoiding the question. There was something going on, or developing, between him and Potter, but he wouldn’t admit it. Blaise wasn’t going to say anything, though. He knew not to push Draco, or something bad would happen.
As they reached the outside of the school and Draco lit up two cigarettes, handing one to Blaise, Blaise thought that, ironic as it was, Draco might actually find something he loved more than cigarettes.
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