Harry, are you gay? HPDM
Title: Harry, are you gay?
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Draco, implied Harry/Ginny and apperances by Blaise and Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex...sort of ;-) And dirty talk
Word count: 2590
Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own it, never have and never will
Summary: Draco forces Harry do admit his true feelings
Author's note: Originally written for
iwantasoda for the
hogwarts_hols Christmas fic exchange. The request was to write Blaise/Draco or Harry/Draco, and I chose the latter, and threw in some smut just for the fun of it. I have to admit though, before this I had never written neither smut nor slash, but I thought it was fun to try, and I think I did pretty well. Though I'm still sticking with my Hermione/big strong male characters-addiction ;-)
Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~
Sure, he’d wondered why kissing Ginny filled him with the same amount of passion as doing his homework. It wasn’t that she disgusted him, as a matter of fact he thought her to be a very beautiful girl…young woman. But that statement was made in the same way you might say a painting is beautiful. A bit distant, without feeling.
~*~*~*~
“Harry.” Hermione slammed her books down next to him on the table, making him jump. “Oh, sorry.” She smiled apologetically and sat down, putting her hands on the table, staring at the books.
“Hermione, what-” Harry began, but she interrupted him.
“Harry, are you gay?” she blurted out.
He just stared at her, not knowing what to say.
“Because I’ve seen how you look at…well, at boys in a…certain way,” Hermione hurried to explain, “in a way you don’t look at girls. Mainly Ginny.”
Harry just shook his head, his mouth ajar.
“But if you are, that’s totally fine with me,” Hermione went on, still seemingly in a hurry. “I just wanted you to know that I know. Or suspect something. Or, whatever. So, yeah…” She trailed off.
Harry shut his mouth. He should say something, this was getting awkward.
“Hermione, I-” He stuttered. Great. “I don’t…I mean, I haven’t.” He closed his mouth and his eyes, taking a deep breath, then looked at her again. “I don’t know if I am…you know.” He looked around uncertainly. “That.” He swallowed. “I might be, I don’t know.” He looked pleadingly at her. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
She smiled warmly at him. “Of course not.” She took his hand and squeezed it. “Whether you are or not, you’ll still be just Harry to me.” She rose and started collecting her things. “Oh, and by the way,” she added as she was about to leave, “why don’t you stop drooling over Malfoy at meals and do something about it?” And with a smile she turned on her heal and left Harry alone, once again with his jaw in his lap.
~*~*~*~
You watch him.
You find him pretty.
His eyes are such a fascinating colour.
You want to run your hands through his hair.
Is he looking at you too?
What would he say if he knew?
You want to feels his lips against yours.
He might possibly have the best looking arse you’ve ever seen.
He is…was your enemy.
Who cares?
Does it matter?
~*~*~*~
“Hey, Draco!” Blaise leaned across Pansy, who was currently squeezing Draco’s inner thigh rather painfully, to whisper in his ear. “Scarface is ogling you again.”
Draco pried Pansy’s hand away from his lap and looked over at the Gryffindor table. Potter quickly looked away and reached for his goblet, which he instead knocked over. Blaise roared with laughter and Draco forced himself to smile.
“Hey, Draco, you know what you should do?” Blaise once again ignored Pansy’s desperate attempts to seduce Draco before their first class and supported his elbows on her knees. “You should seduce Pothead.”
This time it was Draco’s turn to knock over his goblet and cause half the Slytherin table to look in his direction. He quickly cleaned up the mess with his wand, licking some pumpkin juice from his left hand.
“What?” he asked intelligently.
“Seduce him. You know you could do it,” Blaise smirked.
Draco snorted. “Of course I could. But what would be the point of seducing The Boy Who Refuses to Die?”
“His Holy Pointlessness is still inside the fucking closet,” Blaise stated slowly, as if Draco had been daft. “Get him out of there and humiliate him!”
Draco stared at his self entitled best friend. “What makes you think he would fall for that? He’s not a complete idiot.”
This time it was Blaise’s turn to stare. “Yes, he is!” he argued, almost falling over as Pansy forced her way out of her seat and left the table. Blaise scooted closer to Draco. “Anyway, have you completely missed the way he looks at you? The Boy is in love with you.”
Draco didn’t have to fake a shocked expression. “No, he’s not.”
Blaise put a hand on Draco’s shoulder, making him suppress a shiver, and nodded solemnly. “Yes, he is. And he wants to shag the living daylights out of you too.”
Draco coughed on the mouthful of pumpkin juice he’d tried to swallow. “Really?” He slowly and ceremoniously dried his mouth with his napkin. “And you think I should seduce him and humiliate him?” They both smirked and simultaneously looked over towards the Gryffindor table where the Golden Trio was getting ready to leave. “Sounds interesting.”
~*~*~*~
“Oh, honey,” a well-known voice cooed from inside an alcove. Harry came to an abrupt halt and turned to watch Draco Malfoy step out of the dark. “What happened, sweetie, did the Weasel and Bucktooth abandon you?” He comfortably leaned up against the wall.
Harry’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Dr- Malfoy’s tall, lean frame. “What’s it to you, Malfoy?” he bit back.
“Nah, nothing.” Malfoy shrugged, crossing his arms.
Harry fought hard not to ogle and instead fixed his gaze on Draco’s grey eyes. “What about your body guards, Malfoy? Did they lose their way between the Great Hall and the dungeons?” he asked, trying to sound as confident as Adonis across the hallway.
“One, Potter,” Malfoy held up a finger, “I would appreciate it if you did not insult my friends. And two,” he held up a second finger, “I did not stop you to make fun of you. Really.”
Harry raised his eyebrows.
“I could actually need your help with something.” Malfoy pushed himself off the wall and started creeping closer to Harry. “You see, I saw something odd…over there.” He pointed towards the closed door of an empty classroom. “And I wondered if you’d like to have a look at it, since you always saved all of us before.”
Harry nodded and started walking behind Malfoy towards the classroom.
What is he playing at? Harry wondered as he stepped inside. But he didn’t have time for anymore thoughts because all of a sudden the door shut behind his back and he found himself pinned against it by none other than the Sex God of Slytherin himself.
“I’ve seen how you ogle me at meals, Potter. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Malfoy hissed in his ear, his face very close to Harry’s. “And did you really think that it would get you anywhere?” His right hand reached inside Harry’s robes and rummaged around until he found his wand. Harry had to fight giving in to the shivers running through his body at Malfoy’s rather forceful touch. “You won’t be needing this.” He tossed the wand behind his back and Harry felt very naked all of sudden. A not altogether unpleasant feeling.
Harry was very aware of every inch of Malfoy’s body pressed up against his. He both wished and did not that his former enemy would lean in closer; he both longed and dreaded the contact.
Suddenly, Malfoy’s right hand went back inside his robes, this time travelling south towards his crotch. “What’s this, Potter? Are you standing up for me?” he hissed and squeezed Harry’s growing erection. Harry let out a whine and closed his eye, trying both to pull back from and lean into Malfoy’s touch at the same time.
“Now, now, Potter, don’t be so impatient,” Malfoy smirked and removed his hand. “What kind of Malfoy would I be if I did not take advantage of this situation?”
Harry groaned. He’d known Malfoy long enough to fear where this might lead. He would probably get him worked up and then leave just when it was getting good. I should get out of here while I still can, Harry reluctantly thought. But he found himself rooted to the spot as Malfoy slowly began undressing, removing his robe and undoing his tie and his belt.
“Is this what you want Potter?” Malfoy teased, slowly removing his sweater.
Harry couldn’t answer, his mouth had gone dry, so instead he nodded eagerly.
“Then lose the robes. Quickly!” Harry had never moved so fast in his life. In two seconds, his robe and sweater were lying on the floor and he moved to loosen his tie.
“Not so fast.” Malfoy’s hand came to rest on Harry’s wrist. “I’ll need something to keep you where I want you,” he smirked. He gently caressed the wrist he was holding, and then continued upwards until he reached the tie. He used it to pull Harry closer, and just when Harry thought their lips would meet, anticipation coursing through him, Malfoy forced them around until his own back was against the door. Harry looked questioningly at him. “Well, show me what you’ve got, Potter.”
Harry felt pleasant shivers run through him at the authoritive note in Malfoy’s voice, and he pushed all thoughts of “he’s using you” into the back of his mind. He’d wanted this, there was no denying it, for a long time, and now he was finally going to take all he could get, screw the consequences.
Instead of tasting Malfoy’s pale lips, stealing the kiss he’d wanted for so long, Harry began unbuttoning Malfoy’s shirt, kissing the skin that was revealed with every button. When he reached the fine line of hair just above the edge of the Slytherin’s trousers, he let his tongue slide out to lick it, taste the skin, and then trailed the edge of the trousers, just barely sliding his tongue underneath. He heard Malfoy let out a heavy breath, and, smiling, Harry slowly rose to his feet, trailing his lips and tongue back up Malfoy’s toned stomach until he reached his chest. There he took one of the nipples between his lips, gently nibbling it with his teeth. His heart soared when Malfoy reluctantly groaned his approval, and his cock grew even harder when Malfoy gripped his hair and pulled him up to face him.
“You’re moving too slow, darling,” he groaned, their faces not even an inch apart. “I want to see you on you knees, my cock in your mouth. Now!” He shoved Harry to the ground and unbuttoned his own trousers. Harry all but gasped as Draco’s hard cock was revealed before his eyes. It was longer and thicker than he’d thought, and Harry was quite sure he’d never been this aroused before in his life.
Suddenly, Harry was afraid. He’d never done this before, and, in all honesty, had never had it done to him either. What if he gagged? What if he sucked (the irony of the wording was not lost on him) at it? What if Malfoy told the rest of the school? He took a deep breath and was just about to reach up and take the erection in his hand when Draco gripped his hair once again and forced his head back.
“What are you doing?” he hissed. “I thought I said ‘now’!” He kept his hand in Harry’s hair and pushed his cock towards his mouth. Harry realized that there was no use in struggling, it would only make it worse, and so he parted his lips and let Malfoy slip his cock inside.
It really wasn’t that bad, Harry thought. Actually, it was quite nice. He kept his teeth out of the way and instead pressed his tongue to the underside of Malfoy’s cock, massaging it. Slowly Malfoy let go of his hair and Harry saw, out of the corner of his eye, how he put his hands against the door to steady himself. This encouraged him, and he pulled back a little, only keeping the tip in his mouth, slowly circling it with his tongue.
Malfoy groaned and moved his hips, thrusting into Harry’s mouth. This, instead of making Harry gag, turned him on, and he kept still, caressing the underside of Malfoy’s cock with his tongue as the Slytherin fucked his mouth.
“Such a dirty little whore, aren’t you, Potter?” Malfoy groaned, his right hand gripping Harry’s hair again. “You’re on your knees sucking my cock, and you like it, don’t you?”
Hearing Malfoy talk dirty while he fucked his mouth was one of the sexiest things Harry had ever experienced, and he moaned loudly, making shivers run through Malfoy’s cock. Knowing his former enemy appreciated what they were doing, Harry felt bolder, and he lightly let his teeth grace the underside of Malfoy’s most sensitive organ.
“Fuck, Potter!” Malfoy cried out. “Do that again!”
Harry smiled, but kept his teeth away from Malfoy’s cock. Instead he used his tongue as much as he could, and after a few more minutes he reached up and took Malfoy’s balls in the palm of his hand, squeezing slightly.
“Oh Merlin, yes,” the blonde moaned, pulling at Harry’s hair. “I’m getting close, Potter.”
Harry felt Malfoy’s cock swell in his mouth as he began to move faster, almost making Harry gag. But he did his best to keep up as he once more squeezed Malfoy’s balls and used his teeth, and with a cry the blonde was coming, his seed filling Harry’s mouth as he tried to swallow.
“Fuck me, Potter,” Malfoy breathed as he slumped back against the wall, moving his hands from Harry’s hair to run them through his own.
Harry let Malfoy’s cock slip out from between his lips and dried his mouth on his sleeve as he stood up. He felt proud for having rendered the Slytherin sex god speech- and breathless, but what now? He picked up his sweater and robe from the floor, pulling on the latter. Then he found and picked his wand, put it back in his pocket, and leant up against one of the desks, watching Malfoy.
After a moment, Malfoy seemed to have caught his breath and slowly pushed himself away from the wall and looked at Harry. His gaze travelled down Harry’s dishevelled front to the obvious bulge in is trousers, the erection that had not yet gone down. He smirked and slowly began moving towards him, picking up the clothes he’d shed before as he went.
“Well, Potter, there is no denying you were a very good boy just now,” he whispered when they were face to face. They looked at each other for a moment and suddenly Malfoy bent forward and crushed his lips to Harry’s, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and biting on it, nearly drawing blood.
Harry moaned, and then Malfoy pulled back and ended the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it. He reached down and squeezed Harry’s erection hard.
“Next time it’ll be your turn,” he smirked, and then he was out the door before Harry could react.
Harry remained where he was for a moment, catching up with his thoughts and feelings. And then he smirked, a smirk almost worthy of a Malfoy.
“‘Next time’,” he whispered, and then he too left the empty classroom.
In the shadows outside, two figures were hiding, both giggling madly.
“All right, Granger, pay me,” Blaise said solemnly when the two lovers had disappeared around the corner.
Hermione cursed under her breath, but handed him ten sickles with a satisfied smile. “I might have to admit that you actually were right,” she said, “This time.”
“Humph,” Blaise huffed indignantly. “I’m always right. For example, I know for a fact we can get Snape to smile before Christmas.”
Hermione eyed him thoughtfully. “How much do you bet?” she asked finally.
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Draco, implied Harry/Ginny and apperances by Blaise and Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex...sort of ;-) And dirty talk
Word count: 2590
Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own it, never have and never will
Summary: Draco forces Harry do admit his true feelings
Author's note: Originally written for
iwantasoda for the
hogwarts_hols Christmas fic exchange. The request was to write Blaise/Draco or Harry/Draco, and I chose the latter, and threw in some smut just for the fun of it. I have to admit though, before this I had never written neither smut nor slash, but I thought it was fun to try, and I think I did pretty well. Though I'm still sticking with my Hermione/big strong male characters-addiction ;-)
Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~
Sure, he’d wondered why kissing Ginny filled him with the same amount of passion as doing his homework. It wasn’t that she disgusted him, as a matter of fact he thought her to be a very beautiful girl…young woman. But that statement was made in the same way you might say a painting is beautiful. A bit distant, without feeling.
~*~*~*~
“Harry.” Hermione slammed her books down next to him on the table, making him jump. “Oh, sorry.” She smiled apologetically and sat down, putting her hands on the table, staring at the books.
“Hermione, what-” Harry began, but she interrupted him.
“Harry, are you gay?” she blurted out.
He just stared at her, not knowing what to say.
“Because I’ve seen how you look at…well, at boys in a…certain way,” Hermione hurried to explain, “in a way you don’t look at girls. Mainly Ginny.”
Harry just shook his head, his mouth ajar.
“But if you are, that’s totally fine with me,” Hermione went on, still seemingly in a hurry. “I just wanted you to know that I know. Or suspect something. Or, whatever. So, yeah…” She trailed off.
Harry shut his mouth. He should say something, this was getting awkward.
“Hermione, I-” He stuttered. Great. “I don’t…I mean, I haven’t.” He closed his mouth and his eyes, taking a deep breath, then looked at her again. “I don’t know if I am…you know.” He looked around uncertainly. “That.” He swallowed. “I might be, I don’t know.” He looked pleadingly at her. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
She smiled warmly at him. “Of course not.” She took his hand and squeezed it. “Whether you are or not, you’ll still be just Harry to me.” She rose and started collecting her things. “Oh, and by the way,” she added as she was about to leave, “why don’t you stop drooling over Malfoy at meals and do something about it?” And with a smile she turned on her heal and left Harry alone, once again with his jaw in his lap.
~*~*~*~
You watch him.
You find him pretty.
His eyes are such a fascinating colour.
You want to run your hands through his hair.
Is he looking at you too?
What would he say if he knew?
You want to feels his lips against yours.
He might possibly have the best looking arse you’ve ever seen.
He is…was your enemy.
Who cares?
Does it matter?
~*~*~*~
“Hey, Draco!” Blaise leaned across Pansy, who was currently squeezing Draco’s inner thigh rather painfully, to whisper in his ear. “Scarface is ogling you again.”
Draco pried Pansy’s hand away from his lap and looked over at the Gryffindor table. Potter quickly looked away and reached for his goblet, which he instead knocked over. Blaise roared with laughter and Draco forced himself to smile.
“Hey, Draco, you know what you should do?” Blaise once again ignored Pansy’s desperate attempts to seduce Draco before their first class and supported his elbows on her knees. “You should seduce Pothead.”
This time it was Draco’s turn to knock over his goblet and cause half the Slytherin table to look in his direction. He quickly cleaned up the mess with his wand, licking some pumpkin juice from his left hand.
“What?” he asked intelligently.
“Seduce him. You know you could do it,” Blaise smirked.
Draco snorted. “Of course I could. But what would be the point of seducing The Boy Who Refuses to Die?”
“His Holy Pointlessness is still inside the fucking closet,” Blaise stated slowly, as if Draco had been daft. “Get him out of there and humiliate him!”
Draco stared at his self entitled best friend. “What makes you think he would fall for that? He’s not a complete idiot.”
This time it was Blaise’s turn to stare. “Yes, he is!” he argued, almost falling over as Pansy forced her way out of her seat and left the table. Blaise scooted closer to Draco. “Anyway, have you completely missed the way he looks at you? The Boy is in love with you.”
Draco didn’t have to fake a shocked expression. “No, he’s not.”
Blaise put a hand on Draco’s shoulder, making him suppress a shiver, and nodded solemnly. “Yes, he is. And he wants to shag the living daylights out of you too.”
Draco coughed on the mouthful of pumpkin juice he’d tried to swallow. “Really?” He slowly and ceremoniously dried his mouth with his napkin. “And you think I should seduce him and humiliate him?” They both smirked and simultaneously looked over towards the Gryffindor table where the Golden Trio was getting ready to leave. “Sounds interesting.”
~*~*~*~
“Oh, honey,” a well-known voice cooed from inside an alcove. Harry came to an abrupt halt and turned to watch Draco Malfoy step out of the dark. “What happened, sweetie, did the Weasel and Bucktooth abandon you?” He comfortably leaned up against the wall.
Harry’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Dr- Malfoy’s tall, lean frame. “What’s it to you, Malfoy?” he bit back.
“Nah, nothing.” Malfoy shrugged, crossing his arms.
Harry fought hard not to ogle and instead fixed his gaze on Draco’s grey eyes. “What about your body guards, Malfoy? Did they lose their way between the Great Hall and the dungeons?” he asked, trying to sound as confident as Adonis across the hallway.
“One, Potter,” Malfoy held up a finger, “I would appreciate it if you did not insult my friends. And two,” he held up a second finger, “I did not stop you to make fun of you. Really.”
Harry raised his eyebrows.
“I could actually need your help with something.” Malfoy pushed himself off the wall and started creeping closer to Harry. “You see, I saw something odd…over there.” He pointed towards the closed door of an empty classroom. “And I wondered if you’d like to have a look at it, since you always saved all of us before.”
Harry nodded and started walking behind Malfoy towards the classroom.
What is he playing at? Harry wondered as he stepped inside. But he didn’t have time for anymore thoughts because all of a sudden the door shut behind his back and he found himself pinned against it by none other than the Sex God of Slytherin himself.
“I’ve seen how you ogle me at meals, Potter. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Malfoy hissed in his ear, his face very close to Harry’s. “And did you really think that it would get you anywhere?” His right hand reached inside Harry’s robes and rummaged around until he found his wand. Harry had to fight giving in to the shivers running through his body at Malfoy’s rather forceful touch. “You won’t be needing this.” He tossed the wand behind his back and Harry felt very naked all of sudden. A not altogether unpleasant feeling.
Harry was very aware of every inch of Malfoy’s body pressed up against his. He both wished and did not that his former enemy would lean in closer; he both longed and dreaded the contact.
Suddenly, Malfoy’s right hand went back inside his robes, this time travelling south towards his crotch. “What’s this, Potter? Are you standing up for me?” he hissed and squeezed Harry’s growing erection. Harry let out a whine and closed his eye, trying both to pull back from and lean into Malfoy’s touch at the same time.
“Now, now, Potter, don’t be so impatient,” Malfoy smirked and removed his hand. “What kind of Malfoy would I be if I did not take advantage of this situation?”
Harry groaned. He’d known Malfoy long enough to fear where this might lead. He would probably get him worked up and then leave just when it was getting good. I should get out of here while I still can, Harry reluctantly thought. But he found himself rooted to the spot as Malfoy slowly began undressing, removing his robe and undoing his tie and his belt.
“Is this what you want Potter?” Malfoy teased, slowly removing his sweater.
Harry couldn’t answer, his mouth had gone dry, so instead he nodded eagerly.
“Then lose the robes. Quickly!” Harry had never moved so fast in his life. In two seconds, his robe and sweater were lying on the floor and he moved to loosen his tie.
“Not so fast.” Malfoy’s hand came to rest on Harry’s wrist. “I’ll need something to keep you where I want you,” he smirked. He gently caressed the wrist he was holding, and then continued upwards until he reached the tie. He used it to pull Harry closer, and just when Harry thought their lips would meet, anticipation coursing through him, Malfoy forced them around until his own back was against the door. Harry looked questioningly at him. “Well, show me what you’ve got, Potter.”
Harry felt pleasant shivers run through him at the authoritive note in Malfoy’s voice, and he pushed all thoughts of “he’s using you” into the back of his mind. He’d wanted this, there was no denying it, for a long time, and now he was finally going to take all he could get, screw the consequences.
Instead of tasting Malfoy’s pale lips, stealing the kiss he’d wanted for so long, Harry began unbuttoning Malfoy’s shirt, kissing the skin that was revealed with every button. When he reached the fine line of hair just above the edge of the Slytherin’s trousers, he let his tongue slide out to lick it, taste the skin, and then trailed the edge of the trousers, just barely sliding his tongue underneath. He heard Malfoy let out a heavy breath, and, smiling, Harry slowly rose to his feet, trailing his lips and tongue back up Malfoy’s toned stomach until he reached his chest. There he took one of the nipples between his lips, gently nibbling it with his teeth. His heart soared when Malfoy reluctantly groaned his approval, and his cock grew even harder when Malfoy gripped his hair and pulled him up to face him.
“You’re moving too slow, darling,” he groaned, their faces not even an inch apart. “I want to see you on you knees, my cock in your mouth. Now!” He shoved Harry to the ground and unbuttoned his own trousers. Harry all but gasped as Draco’s hard cock was revealed before his eyes. It was longer and thicker than he’d thought, and Harry was quite sure he’d never been this aroused before in his life.
Suddenly, Harry was afraid. He’d never done this before, and, in all honesty, had never had it done to him either. What if he gagged? What if he sucked (the irony of the wording was not lost on him) at it? What if Malfoy told the rest of the school? He took a deep breath and was just about to reach up and take the erection in his hand when Draco gripped his hair once again and forced his head back.
“What are you doing?” he hissed. “I thought I said ‘now’!” He kept his hand in Harry’s hair and pushed his cock towards his mouth. Harry realized that there was no use in struggling, it would only make it worse, and so he parted his lips and let Malfoy slip his cock inside.
It really wasn’t that bad, Harry thought. Actually, it was quite nice. He kept his teeth out of the way and instead pressed his tongue to the underside of Malfoy’s cock, massaging it. Slowly Malfoy let go of his hair and Harry saw, out of the corner of his eye, how he put his hands against the door to steady himself. This encouraged him, and he pulled back a little, only keeping the tip in his mouth, slowly circling it with his tongue.
Malfoy groaned and moved his hips, thrusting into Harry’s mouth. This, instead of making Harry gag, turned him on, and he kept still, caressing the underside of Malfoy’s cock with his tongue as the Slytherin fucked his mouth.
“Such a dirty little whore, aren’t you, Potter?” Malfoy groaned, his right hand gripping Harry’s hair again. “You’re on your knees sucking my cock, and you like it, don’t you?”
Hearing Malfoy talk dirty while he fucked his mouth was one of the sexiest things Harry had ever experienced, and he moaned loudly, making shivers run through Malfoy’s cock. Knowing his former enemy appreciated what they were doing, Harry felt bolder, and he lightly let his teeth grace the underside of Malfoy’s most sensitive organ.
“Fuck, Potter!” Malfoy cried out. “Do that again!”
Harry smiled, but kept his teeth away from Malfoy’s cock. Instead he used his tongue as much as he could, and after a few more minutes he reached up and took Malfoy’s balls in the palm of his hand, squeezing slightly.
“Oh Merlin, yes,” the blonde moaned, pulling at Harry’s hair. “I’m getting close, Potter.”
Harry felt Malfoy’s cock swell in his mouth as he began to move faster, almost making Harry gag. But he did his best to keep up as he once more squeezed Malfoy’s balls and used his teeth, and with a cry the blonde was coming, his seed filling Harry’s mouth as he tried to swallow.
“Fuck me, Potter,” Malfoy breathed as he slumped back against the wall, moving his hands from Harry’s hair to run them through his own.
Harry let Malfoy’s cock slip out from between his lips and dried his mouth on his sleeve as he stood up. He felt proud for having rendered the Slytherin sex god speech- and breathless, but what now? He picked up his sweater and robe from the floor, pulling on the latter. Then he found and picked his wand, put it back in his pocket, and leant up against one of the desks, watching Malfoy.
After a moment, Malfoy seemed to have caught his breath and slowly pushed himself away from the wall and looked at Harry. His gaze travelled down Harry’s dishevelled front to the obvious bulge in is trousers, the erection that had not yet gone down. He smirked and slowly began moving towards him, picking up the clothes he’d shed before as he went.
“Well, Potter, there is no denying you were a very good boy just now,” he whispered when they were face to face. They looked at each other for a moment and suddenly Malfoy bent forward and crushed his lips to Harry’s, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and biting on it, nearly drawing blood.
Harry moaned, and then Malfoy pulled back and ended the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it. He reached down and squeezed Harry’s erection hard.
“Next time it’ll be your turn,” he smirked, and then he was out the door before Harry could react.
Harry remained where he was for a moment, catching up with his thoughts and feelings. And then he smirked, a smirk almost worthy of a Malfoy.
“‘Next time’,” he whispered, and then he too left the empty classroom.
In the shadows outside, two figures were hiding, both giggling madly.
“All right, Granger, pay me,” Blaise said solemnly when the two lovers had disappeared around the corner.
Hermione cursed under her breath, but handed him ten sickles with a satisfied smile. “I might have to admit that you actually were right,” she said, “This time.”
“Humph,” Blaise huffed indignantly. “I’m always right. For example, I know for a fact we can get Snape to smile before Christmas.”
Hermione eyed him thoughtfully. “How much do you bet?” she asked finally.