Do Me a Favour
Title: Do Me a Favour
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 3,811
Summary: “Blokes…well, we do each other favours. Sometimes, it’s just not enough to wank off by yourself.”
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: Implication of sex. Major exposure of the bottom half. Wanting, desire, blahblahblah. If you don't likey, then don't read.
A/N: This idea came to me randomly one morning and I just had to get it down. This is for the AWDT prompt "It was just a kiss" for nocturnali and jamie2109. No bonus points because pirates can't fit in without being silly. Oh...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DRACO MALFOY! *snuggle* Cheers!
When Draco Malfoy opened the door of the boys' bathroom, he didn't expect anyone to be there. He just wanted to get away from class because there was no use in concentrating. Instead, the sight of one Harry Potter getting off with Dean Thomas greeted him. Draco froze as he saw Thomas pressed against Potter, his hand shoved down black trousers. He could see that Potter had his eyes shut. His arms were spread out like eagle wings while his palms pressed firmly against the cool tiles behind him. Draco noticed that Potter's glasses were on the edge of the sink rather than on his face. And speaking of his face, it was rather flushed and sweaty. Draco was sure he could see a few drops of perspiration dripping off of his nose. Dark hair was untidier than ever and all that could be heard was harsh breathing. Probably from Potter rather than Thomas. Potter was always loud.
Thomas, on the other hand, was as quiet as a mouse. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he concentrated on his task. One hand was resting on Potter's shoulder. The other one was…well, Draco could only imagine. Thomas' ministrations were enough to make Potter let out a low moan, which went right to Draco's cock. Draco felt his face burn as he continued to watch. This wasn't supposed to be happening. And nevertheless, it was. He observed Thomas pull Potter's pants down, revealing a slick, pink cock. And Merlin was it something. Draco widened his eyes as he saw Thomas' hand pump the stiff length, leaving Potter to cry out in pleasure. Those cries were enough to make Draco hard. Draco thrust his hands in his trouser pockets, fighting the urge to unzip his fly to touch himself. He couldn't do that, not with the risk of being caught. He knew he should leave now, but his feet were rooted to the floor. He was mesmerised.
"Yeah, like that," Potter growled as Thomas stroked his wet cock. It looked like Potter was ready to collapse. His back was sliding down the wall. He was gripping Thomas' shirt, panting like a stray dog.
"You're almost there," assured Thomas, smiling slightly before working his fingers toward the sac. "It won't be long…"
Potter licked his lips before grunting. That was enough for Draco. He didn't realise he was holding his breath until he exhaled shakily. He hoped he wasn't heard. Draco began to silently back up toward the door, making his attempt to leave. He was rock solid now and he really needed to take care of himself. His eyes were still on Potter and Thomas as his shoe nudged the door open. The door made a loud creak.
Draco almost tripped over himself before he ran. He didn't dare look back but he was sure he was seen. He could almost feel two pairs of eyes set on his blond head as he made his escape. He ran and ran, with Potter's final shout ringing in his ears as he came. Potter coming into Thomas' hand. Draco could imagine hot sticky fluid shooting out of Potter and all over brown skin. It would drip on the floor and if Thomas actually lifted his hand to his mouth to lick it off…
A wave of fury passed through Draco as he rushed through the entrance hall and into the stairwell to the dungeons. Potter and Thomas? When did that happen? Draco wasn't ashamed to admit that he had eyed boys before, but Potter? Potter could have chosen anyone and yet he chose Thomas. Surely he could do better. Thomas didn't deserve to give the Golden Boy a hand job. He didn't deserve to touch that precious cock, glistening with sticky come. Draco should have had that privilege. And why was he thinking about Potter like this? Draco spat out the password to the stone door before rushing past his housemates.
"Draco?"
"What the hell happened?"
But Draco ignored their concerns as he burst into his dorm.
"Colloportus!"
The door slammed just before anyone could come in. Draco leaned against it exhaustedly; disregarding the loud knocks coming from behind. His mind whirled with all kinds of thoughts. Like what he would do with Potter if they were both trapped in the same room. Did he like handcuffs or school ties? Did Potter top or bottom? Draco banged his head against the door.
"This is ridiculous!" he told himself as he slid down to sit on the floor. Draco shifted slightly before whimpering weakly. He was still hard. No wonder he was so damn uncomfortable. His fingers brushed the bulge, making him whimper again as he tried to unzip his trousers. He grasped himself firmly, unsure whether to be relieved or pained by the contact. He stroked himself once, twice and if he kept torturing himself like this, he was definitely going to explode.
Draco moved his hand up and down his cock, closing his eyes. It could have been Thomas' or even Potter's hand for all he knew. It didn't occur to him to be worried. Potter and Thomas most definitely saw him and yet that didn't matter. They might be spreading rumors, destroying Draco's reputation as a straight Slytherin prince. They could be laughing behind his back. But all Draco knew was it was Potter who made this happen…Potter who made him hard. It was Potter was he was wanking off to as he shuddered into his own hand with a shout.
~~~~~
Draco was nervous when he walked down to the Great hall the next morning. He wasn't sure what people were saying to each other. He could always ignore them or make them shove spoons up their arses if worse came to worse. He took a deep breath before opening the doors and marching in. He expected a silence to hit him as soon as he made his entrance. Nothing happened. The hall was loud, with students helping themselves to eggs, toast and bacon and chattering happily about the day ahead. Draco sighed with relief as he walked toward the Slytherin table. He saw Crabbe conversing quietly with Goyle, who simply looked at Draco and shrugged. Pansy and Blaise ceased their conversation as soon as they saw him and raised their eyebrows expectantly. Draco bit his lip as he sat in between them.
"Are you okay, Draco?" asked Pansy carefully. "You looked like you saw a ghost or something yesterday!"
"I have before," grumbled Draco, piling up his plate with food.
"No really. It was like you lost your favourite pair of trousers," said Blaise, nudging him with an elbow. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Stop lying, Draco," persisted Blaise, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "I know you. Something's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong, Blaise," reassured Draco, taking big bites of his breakfast.
"If you keep eating like that, you're going to gain ten pounds in a day," teased Pansy, smirking. "Why won't you tell us anything?"
Draco glared at her. "I'm fine, really."
"You don't look fine."
He didn't answer and set his fork down on his plate. Standing up, he hitched his bag onto his shoulder before turning on his heel to walk away.
"Draco! I didn't mean it! It's just…"
"Look, I'll talk to you both later, alright?" replied Draco stiffly, glancing at Pansy and Blaise. "I just…need to deal with something at the moment."
Draco left quickly, vaguely noticing that Potter was missing. As he walked by the Gryffindor table, he saw Thomas laughing with Seamus Finnigan. They intertwined their fingers together under the table before smiling at each other. Thomas planted a soft kiss on sandy hair. And then he had the nerve to wink at Draco before focusing back on Finnigan. Draco felt his face turn pink but managed to scowl back. Once he was alone in the entrance hall, he let his feet take him to the first place that came to his mind.
~~~~~
Draco found Potter looking into the mirror. He couldn't help but grin as he watched the boy study himself. Potter had his glasses on this time and he was ruffling his hair. He frowned before sighing dejectedly. Potter kept playing with his hair before he moved on to fiddling with his tie and shirt collar. He eventually chose to brush the invisible dust off of his robes before looking at his reflection again. Potter gasped when he saw Draco's reflection as well. Draco could only smirk.
"Malfoy! W-What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to use the loo, of course," Draco drawled lazily, dropping his bag and walking slowly toward Potter. "But then I saw you, trying to make yourself pretty so I decided to watch."
"I'm not trying to…" Potter trailed off when Draco stopped in front of him. His jaw twitched with either nervousness or irritation, but it was hard to tell. He looked Draco straight in the eye before speaking again.
"What do you want?"
"I never said I wanted anything," answered Draco, crossing his arms. "Can't an innocent bystander have the right to do their business?"
"Right. And speaking of bystanders, I recall someone watching me yesterday. Jerking off," Potter added for extra measure.
Instantly, all the color from Draco's face drained away. He stared at Potter, who was smiling victoriously. He felt the crotch of his trousers tighten just thinking about Potter's moans of pleasure. Oh, how erotic it was to see Potter squirming and sweating. To see such a delicious cock that he so wanted to touch. It was a memory that had deprived Draco of sleep, which was why he looked like shite this morning. He would be damned if he admitted that he wanked off to Potter right after leaving the bathroom. That still didn't stop Draco from wanting what was right in front of him.
"Are you implying something?" inquired Draco after a few minutes.
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Malfoy," challenged Potter.
"Enlighten me."
"I saw you by the doorway, you know. I'm not stupid."
"I don't see how that's relev-"
"You were jealous," interrupted Potter, breathing into Draco's face. "I bet you would have paid Galleons to trade places with Dean. Not many people have the privilege to touch me like that."
Draco blinked as his mouth dried. He didn't know if he should punch the stupid bastard for rubbing it in his face or to jump him to show how true that fact was. Draco ran his fingers nervously through his hair before continuing to watch Potter. However, he didn't realise how close Potter was until their noses were touching. He tried to mask his face with indifference but he could feel his resolve dissolving rather quickly.
"It's not a big deal," Potter whispered. "Blokes…well, we do each other favours. Sometimes, it's just not enough to wank off by yourself."
Draco blushed at that before closing his eyes. Why hadn't he thought about that before? Except that wouldn't have ever worked unless he wanted to blow his cover over as a closet case. But surely, having assistance would have eased his sexual frustration. After all, the only person available to shag was Pansy Parkinson, as she was supposed to be Draco's alleged girlfriend. But even she got boring after a while. He needed something new to do and the thought of getting intimate with someone of his own gender didn't sound as treacherous as people made it. Draco winced when the warm breath against his face disappeared. He opened his eyes to see Potter watching him.
"So, are you willing to do me a favour, Malfoy?" asked Potter hoarsely. "Or are you just going to let someone else take your chance?"
"If I pass this up…" started Draco lazily, his hands on his hips.
Potter's face fell slightly before it changed into an unreadable expression. "I reckon there are loads of people who would die to ravish me like some hero."
Draco didn't know what he was doing before he found himself placing his hands on Potter's shoulders and backing him into the wall next to the mirror. Potter's eyes widened with surprise. Draco noted exactly how green they were yet he didn't let that distract him from placing his lips on Potter's. He didn't intend to make this a deep kiss, as that would be too passionate for him. Draco was always careful when it came to kissing because sometimes it exposed too much. He didn't want to show how vulnerable he really was when he was turned on, at least not to Potter. Potter would probably laugh at him. But no laughter was heard when soft lips were moving against Draco's. Draco sighed happily before realising his mistake. He immediately broke away, staring at Potter with horror.
"I wouldn't think that many people have thought about doing that?" Draco managed to rasp out.
"N-No. I-"
But Draco never heard the rest of Potter's words because he plunged his hand down Potter's trousers. Potter hissed against Draco's skin, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Draco ignored the fabric of his own trousers rubbing against his erection. He needed to touch Potter first, or possibly manhandle him. The latter seemed very appealing. Draco felt teeth sink into his shoulder when he squeezed Potter's length. He could hear Potter's muffled groans echoing within the bathroom as he let his fingers find the sac. He ripped Potter's trousers open and yanked them down, followed by red boxers. When Draco looked down, he was amazed. The cock in front of him was so delicious. So wet and beautiful. So perfect. He wanted to taste it. So Draco lowered himself onto his knees, letting his mouth take Potter whole.
"Shite!" cried Potter, grasping Draco's robes tightly. "Like that…that's good."
Draco smirked as he began to suck on the cock. It didn't taste like lollipops from Honeydukes but it wasn't foul either. He inhaled Potter's scent, consisting of soap and sweat. So the boy washed himself. That was good to know. Draco flicked his tongue out to lick the head. He dragged it across the shaft and almost bit down on it when hands pulled on his blond hair.
"Sorry," slurred Potter, his eyes squeezed shut. "It's just…well…"
Draco continued sucking Potter's cock as if he knew what he was doing. The thing was, he didn't have a clue of what he was doing. It wasn't like he ever did this before. Sure, he had received numerous blowjobs from Pansy and a few other girls, but giving one to a bloke was completely different. He had someone else's cock in his mouth. He remembered overhearing some Ravenclaw girls discussing this matter a few weeks ago before curfew. Draco had been on Prefect duty and the conversation had made him quite uncomfortable and horny by the time it ended. The girls had noticed him but continued talking about how to make a boy really curl his toes. At least Draco had some information to rely on. Potter probably wouldn't know that though, as he was too busy enjoying what Draco's mouth was doing to him. Perhaps Draco could pull this off as an expert.
"More…faster…" pleaded Potter as he clung onto Draco for dear life.
Draco raised his eyebrows. Who knew Potter could be so demanding and vulnerable at the same time? Draco shifted on his knees and cupped a hand against Potter's arse to pull him closer. Potter really did have a nice arse, like rumour had it. Draco resorted to teasing Potter by licking his engorged cock slowly. He ran his tongue across the slit and made his way toward the sac to play with it again. But Potter wouldn't have it and began fucking Draco's pretty mouth. Draco almost choked, wondering how his mouth could engulf something so huge. He moved hands onto Potter's hips to keep him from squirming. Draco could feel the hot shaft pulsing around his lips.
"Going to…arghhh….so close…"
"What?"
"Please, don't stop-"
It happened in a flash. Draco didn't know when the burning liquid hit his throat. Potter had let out a yell of triumph as he came into his mouth. Draco could feel Potter tense up against him as semen continued to spurt out. It tasted tangy and bitter. Draco scrunched his face as he tried to swallow the contents in his mouth. Some of it dribbled down his chin and onto his school robes. Draco would take care of that later. When Potter's cock became soft, he withdrew from it and stared. He had never noticed what wonders the male anatomy was capable of until now. He couldn't resist himself from squeezing the cock before getting up from the floor. But Potter didn't let him, as he was using Draco to lean on in order to regain balance. Draco pushed off from the floor in time to catch Potter by the waist. Apparently, Potter's legs gave out, he mused.
"That was…incredible," murmured Potter quietly. "I've been waiting, imagining…"
"Excuse me?" Draco cut in sharply. "What do you mean…"
But Potter looked horror-struck as he pushed Draco away. He avoided Draco's eyes as he swore under his breath. What was Potter doing now? Was this some joke to out Draco as a poof? Queer, bent, gay or whatever people called it? If it was, Draco wasn't amused. He shoved Potter roughly before wiping the come from his face with a sleeve. He paid no attention to his screaming cock as he glowered at Potter, who was tucking himself in.
"What the fuck are you playing at?" snarled Draco furiously. "Is this blackmail for the rumour mill? A small prank for you and your friends to enjoy? You're sick, Potter!"
"No, it's not like that…" began Potter hesitantly, raising his arms in the air. "I wouldn't do something that cruel."
"Like you wouldn't."
"I wouldn't! Merlin, is it a crime for someone to jerk himself off just because that's all he'll ever get?"
"What?" asked Draco, his fist inches away from punching Potter's face.
"Dean only gave me a hand job because I asked him to," explained Harry dejectedly. "My hand wasn't doing anything for me so he thought he could help. Just to put me out of my misery so I could move on."
"And yet tons of people would love to do you anytime, anywhere. What about Weaselette or Chang? They would love to-"
"I don't fancy them," Potter bit out viciously. "If you couldn't tell, I'm gay. Does it make you happy to know that, Malfoy? Yes, I fancy blokes. It's just another thing that makes me even more of a freak that I already am."
"I never said that," said Draco softly.
"No. But this doesn't make my life any easier. Especially when-"
"When what?"
"Well, I reckon we're still young for all this," Potter spoke to the ceiling. I mean, Fred's going out with Angelina, Seamus is with Dean and soon enough Ron and Herm-"
"Thomas and Finnigan are still a thing?"
"Yeah," answered Potter, frowning. "Why?"
"But Thomas and you-"
"He was helping me, Malfoy. Gryffindors help each other. I don't know about Slytherins but…yeah."
Suddenly, all of Draco's anger vanished as he gazed at Potter's glassy expression. He could feel his cock getting aroused again as he took a few steps toward Potter. "And you didn't take the time to choose a single bloke to get you off," noted Draco carefully.
"No one really knows about me, besides Dean and Seamus. Not even Ron and Hermione. They would be outraged if they did."
"They would, wouldn't they?"
"They'd hate me more if they knew who I fancy."
"And whom do you fancy?" persisted Draco, playing Potter's guessing game. If he wasn't going to give straight answers, Draco was going to have to pry them out of him. "Surely, the Golden Boy can get anyone."
"Almost, but not quite," admitted Potter, his face reddening. "I just-look, we better get to class. Potions starts in five minutes and-"
"You didn't answer my question," interjected Draco, blocking Potter off from the door. "Don't change the subject."
Potter gazed into Draco's eyes for what seemed like eternity before he answered. He leaned toward Draco, his lips brushing his ear. "You."
Draco opened his mouth but no words came out. He gaped at Potter, who gave him a small smile before pushing the door open. Draco grabbed him by the sleeve, pulling him back into the bathroom again. He stood there in shock, watching Potter's expression turn into one of confusion. "You're s-serious?"
Potter only shrugged before trying to make his way through the door again. "Just forget about it. I know it's stupid…I mean, Dean told me to stop hoping already, and…I guess I haven't really gotten that far. I've tried to push these feelings aside but-you know, we really should head to class-"
His words were cut off when Draco kissed him harshly on the lips. Potter moaned into Draco's mouth as they wrapped their arms around each other. Draco wasn't sure what he was feeling at the moment. Maybe it was lust. He was always lusting after people, lusting after sex…just lusting after something. He could feel his heart beat faster as his eyes fluttered shut, his tongue exploring Potter's mouth. Why was he reacting like a giddy schoolgirl? This was stupid. It was just a kiss, like the one from earlier. But no one had ever said anything to his face before. Draco knew people fancied him, but they never had the guts to say it directly. But Potter? Draco had seen the mix of fear and determination in Potter's eyes just seconds ago. He wanted to give him something for confessing. Certainly not pity or sex, but something more…something meaningful. A chance. That's what he needed to do. Draco needed to give Harry Potter a chance, even though that very first one had diminished almost five years ago. He groaned when his erection pressed against Harry. A hand smoothed over the bulge, forcing Draco to bite his lip. He smacked it away before moving back.
"Malfoy?" queried Harry curiously.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy," said Draco, holding out his hand like he did in first year. Deep down, he was scared that Harry would reject him again. And even though they were alone, rejection never suited him well. He waited as Harry looked at him and then at his hand. Maybe Draco was too late? Maybe Harry might have changed his mind about him. He saw Harry grin and accept his hand. Harry gave it a good handshake before letting go.
"Harry Potter. But just call me Harry."
"Up for cutting class?"
"Yeah. I reckon I owe you a favour."
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 3,811
Summary: “Blokes…well, we do each other favours. Sometimes, it’s just not enough to wank off by yourself.”
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: Implication of sex. Major exposure of the bottom half. Wanting, desire, blahblahblah. If you don't likey, then don't read.
A/N: This idea came to me randomly one morning and I just had to get it down. This is for the AWDT prompt "It was just a kiss" for nocturnali and jamie2109. No bonus points because pirates can't fit in without being silly. Oh...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DRACO MALFOY! *snuggle* Cheers!
When Draco Malfoy opened the door of the boys' bathroom, he didn't expect anyone to be there. He just wanted to get away from class because there was no use in concentrating. Instead, the sight of one Harry Potter getting off with Dean Thomas greeted him. Draco froze as he saw Thomas pressed against Potter, his hand shoved down black trousers. He could see that Potter had his eyes shut. His arms were spread out like eagle wings while his palms pressed firmly against the cool tiles behind him. Draco noticed that Potter's glasses were on the edge of the sink rather than on his face. And speaking of his face, it was rather flushed and sweaty. Draco was sure he could see a few drops of perspiration dripping off of his nose. Dark hair was untidier than ever and all that could be heard was harsh breathing. Probably from Potter rather than Thomas. Potter was always loud.
Thomas, on the other hand, was as quiet as a mouse. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he concentrated on his task. One hand was resting on Potter's shoulder. The other one was…well, Draco could only imagine. Thomas' ministrations were enough to make Potter let out a low moan, which went right to Draco's cock. Draco felt his face burn as he continued to watch. This wasn't supposed to be happening. And nevertheless, it was. He observed Thomas pull Potter's pants down, revealing a slick, pink cock. And Merlin was it something. Draco widened his eyes as he saw Thomas' hand pump the stiff length, leaving Potter to cry out in pleasure. Those cries were enough to make Draco hard. Draco thrust his hands in his trouser pockets, fighting the urge to unzip his fly to touch himself. He couldn't do that, not with the risk of being caught. He knew he should leave now, but his feet were rooted to the floor. He was mesmerised.
"Yeah, like that," Potter growled as Thomas stroked his wet cock. It looked like Potter was ready to collapse. His back was sliding down the wall. He was gripping Thomas' shirt, panting like a stray dog.
"You're almost there," assured Thomas, smiling slightly before working his fingers toward the sac. "It won't be long…"
Potter licked his lips before grunting. That was enough for Draco. He didn't realise he was holding his breath until he exhaled shakily. He hoped he wasn't heard. Draco began to silently back up toward the door, making his attempt to leave. He was rock solid now and he really needed to take care of himself. His eyes were still on Potter and Thomas as his shoe nudged the door open. The door made a loud creak.
Draco almost tripped over himself before he ran. He didn't dare look back but he was sure he was seen. He could almost feel two pairs of eyes set on his blond head as he made his escape. He ran and ran, with Potter's final shout ringing in his ears as he came. Potter coming into Thomas' hand. Draco could imagine hot sticky fluid shooting out of Potter and all over brown skin. It would drip on the floor and if Thomas actually lifted his hand to his mouth to lick it off…
A wave of fury passed through Draco as he rushed through the entrance hall and into the stairwell to the dungeons. Potter and Thomas? When did that happen? Draco wasn't ashamed to admit that he had eyed boys before, but Potter? Potter could have chosen anyone and yet he chose Thomas. Surely he could do better. Thomas didn't deserve to give the Golden Boy a hand job. He didn't deserve to touch that precious cock, glistening with sticky come. Draco should have had that privilege. And why was he thinking about Potter like this? Draco spat out the password to the stone door before rushing past his housemates.
"Draco?"
"What the hell happened?"
But Draco ignored their concerns as he burst into his dorm.
"Colloportus!"
The door slammed just before anyone could come in. Draco leaned against it exhaustedly; disregarding the loud knocks coming from behind. His mind whirled with all kinds of thoughts. Like what he would do with Potter if they were both trapped in the same room. Did he like handcuffs or school ties? Did Potter top or bottom? Draco banged his head against the door.
"This is ridiculous!" he told himself as he slid down to sit on the floor. Draco shifted slightly before whimpering weakly. He was still hard. No wonder he was so damn uncomfortable. His fingers brushed the bulge, making him whimper again as he tried to unzip his trousers. He grasped himself firmly, unsure whether to be relieved or pained by the contact. He stroked himself once, twice and if he kept torturing himself like this, he was definitely going to explode.
Draco moved his hand up and down his cock, closing his eyes. It could have been Thomas' or even Potter's hand for all he knew. It didn't occur to him to be worried. Potter and Thomas most definitely saw him and yet that didn't matter. They might be spreading rumors, destroying Draco's reputation as a straight Slytherin prince. They could be laughing behind his back. But all Draco knew was it was Potter who made this happen…Potter who made him hard. It was Potter was he was wanking off to as he shuddered into his own hand with a shout.
~~~~~
Draco was nervous when he walked down to the Great hall the next morning. He wasn't sure what people were saying to each other. He could always ignore them or make them shove spoons up their arses if worse came to worse. He took a deep breath before opening the doors and marching in. He expected a silence to hit him as soon as he made his entrance. Nothing happened. The hall was loud, with students helping themselves to eggs, toast and bacon and chattering happily about the day ahead. Draco sighed with relief as he walked toward the Slytherin table. He saw Crabbe conversing quietly with Goyle, who simply looked at Draco and shrugged. Pansy and Blaise ceased their conversation as soon as they saw him and raised their eyebrows expectantly. Draco bit his lip as he sat in between them.
"Are you okay, Draco?" asked Pansy carefully. "You looked like you saw a ghost or something yesterday!"
"I have before," grumbled Draco, piling up his plate with food.
"No really. It was like you lost your favourite pair of trousers," said Blaise, nudging him with an elbow. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Stop lying, Draco," persisted Blaise, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "I know you. Something's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong, Blaise," reassured Draco, taking big bites of his breakfast.
"If you keep eating like that, you're going to gain ten pounds in a day," teased Pansy, smirking. "Why won't you tell us anything?"
Draco glared at her. "I'm fine, really."
"You don't look fine."
He didn't answer and set his fork down on his plate. Standing up, he hitched his bag onto his shoulder before turning on his heel to walk away.
"Draco! I didn't mean it! It's just…"
"Look, I'll talk to you both later, alright?" replied Draco stiffly, glancing at Pansy and Blaise. "I just…need to deal with something at the moment."
Draco left quickly, vaguely noticing that Potter was missing. As he walked by the Gryffindor table, he saw Thomas laughing with Seamus Finnigan. They intertwined their fingers together under the table before smiling at each other. Thomas planted a soft kiss on sandy hair. And then he had the nerve to wink at Draco before focusing back on Finnigan. Draco felt his face turn pink but managed to scowl back. Once he was alone in the entrance hall, he let his feet take him to the first place that came to his mind.
~~~~~
Draco found Potter looking into the mirror. He couldn't help but grin as he watched the boy study himself. Potter had his glasses on this time and he was ruffling his hair. He frowned before sighing dejectedly. Potter kept playing with his hair before he moved on to fiddling with his tie and shirt collar. He eventually chose to brush the invisible dust off of his robes before looking at his reflection again. Potter gasped when he saw Draco's reflection as well. Draco could only smirk.
"Malfoy! W-What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to use the loo, of course," Draco drawled lazily, dropping his bag and walking slowly toward Potter. "But then I saw you, trying to make yourself pretty so I decided to watch."
"I'm not trying to…" Potter trailed off when Draco stopped in front of him. His jaw twitched with either nervousness or irritation, but it was hard to tell. He looked Draco straight in the eye before speaking again.
"What do you want?"
"I never said I wanted anything," answered Draco, crossing his arms. "Can't an innocent bystander have the right to do their business?"
"Right. And speaking of bystanders, I recall someone watching me yesterday. Jerking off," Potter added for extra measure.
Instantly, all the color from Draco's face drained away. He stared at Potter, who was smiling victoriously. He felt the crotch of his trousers tighten just thinking about Potter's moans of pleasure. Oh, how erotic it was to see Potter squirming and sweating. To see such a delicious cock that he so wanted to touch. It was a memory that had deprived Draco of sleep, which was why he looked like shite this morning. He would be damned if he admitted that he wanked off to Potter right after leaving the bathroom. That still didn't stop Draco from wanting what was right in front of him.
"Are you implying something?" inquired Draco after a few minutes.
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Malfoy," challenged Potter.
"Enlighten me."
"I saw you by the doorway, you know. I'm not stupid."
"I don't see how that's relev-"
"You were jealous," interrupted Potter, breathing into Draco's face. "I bet you would have paid Galleons to trade places with Dean. Not many people have the privilege to touch me like that."
Draco blinked as his mouth dried. He didn't know if he should punch the stupid bastard for rubbing it in his face or to jump him to show how true that fact was. Draco ran his fingers nervously through his hair before continuing to watch Potter. However, he didn't realise how close Potter was until their noses were touching. He tried to mask his face with indifference but he could feel his resolve dissolving rather quickly.
"It's not a big deal," Potter whispered. "Blokes…well, we do each other favours. Sometimes, it's just not enough to wank off by yourself."
Draco blushed at that before closing his eyes. Why hadn't he thought about that before? Except that wouldn't have ever worked unless he wanted to blow his cover over as a closet case. But surely, having assistance would have eased his sexual frustration. After all, the only person available to shag was Pansy Parkinson, as she was supposed to be Draco's alleged girlfriend. But even she got boring after a while. He needed something new to do and the thought of getting intimate with someone of his own gender didn't sound as treacherous as people made it. Draco winced when the warm breath against his face disappeared. He opened his eyes to see Potter watching him.
"So, are you willing to do me a favour, Malfoy?" asked Potter hoarsely. "Or are you just going to let someone else take your chance?"
"If I pass this up…" started Draco lazily, his hands on his hips.
Potter's face fell slightly before it changed into an unreadable expression. "I reckon there are loads of people who would die to ravish me like some hero."
Draco didn't know what he was doing before he found himself placing his hands on Potter's shoulders and backing him into the wall next to the mirror. Potter's eyes widened with surprise. Draco noted exactly how green they were yet he didn't let that distract him from placing his lips on Potter's. He didn't intend to make this a deep kiss, as that would be too passionate for him. Draco was always careful when it came to kissing because sometimes it exposed too much. He didn't want to show how vulnerable he really was when he was turned on, at least not to Potter. Potter would probably laugh at him. But no laughter was heard when soft lips were moving against Draco's. Draco sighed happily before realising his mistake. He immediately broke away, staring at Potter with horror.
"I wouldn't think that many people have thought about doing that?" Draco managed to rasp out.
"N-No. I-"
But Draco never heard the rest of Potter's words because he plunged his hand down Potter's trousers. Potter hissed against Draco's skin, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Draco ignored the fabric of his own trousers rubbing against his erection. He needed to touch Potter first, or possibly manhandle him. The latter seemed very appealing. Draco felt teeth sink into his shoulder when he squeezed Potter's length. He could hear Potter's muffled groans echoing within the bathroom as he let his fingers find the sac. He ripped Potter's trousers open and yanked them down, followed by red boxers. When Draco looked down, he was amazed. The cock in front of him was so delicious. So wet and beautiful. So perfect. He wanted to taste it. So Draco lowered himself onto his knees, letting his mouth take Potter whole.
"Shite!" cried Potter, grasping Draco's robes tightly. "Like that…that's good."
Draco smirked as he began to suck on the cock. It didn't taste like lollipops from Honeydukes but it wasn't foul either. He inhaled Potter's scent, consisting of soap and sweat. So the boy washed himself. That was good to know. Draco flicked his tongue out to lick the head. He dragged it across the shaft and almost bit down on it when hands pulled on his blond hair.
"Sorry," slurred Potter, his eyes squeezed shut. "It's just…well…"
Draco continued sucking Potter's cock as if he knew what he was doing. The thing was, he didn't have a clue of what he was doing. It wasn't like he ever did this before. Sure, he had received numerous blowjobs from Pansy and a few other girls, but giving one to a bloke was completely different. He had someone else's cock in his mouth. He remembered overhearing some Ravenclaw girls discussing this matter a few weeks ago before curfew. Draco had been on Prefect duty and the conversation had made him quite uncomfortable and horny by the time it ended. The girls had noticed him but continued talking about how to make a boy really curl his toes. At least Draco had some information to rely on. Potter probably wouldn't know that though, as he was too busy enjoying what Draco's mouth was doing to him. Perhaps Draco could pull this off as an expert.
"More…faster…" pleaded Potter as he clung onto Draco for dear life.
Draco raised his eyebrows. Who knew Potter could be so demanding and vulnerable at the same time? Draco shifted on his knees and cupped a hand against Potter's arse to pull him closer. Potter really did have a nice arse, like rumour had it. Draco resorted to teasing Potter by licking his engorged cock slowly. He ran his tongue across the slit and made his way toward the sac to play with it again. But Potter wouldn't have it and began fucking Draco's pretty mouth. Draco almost choked, wondering how his mouth could engulf something so huge. He moved hands onto Potter's hips to keep him from squirming. Draco could feel the hot shaft pulsing around his lips.
"Going to…arghhh….so close…"
"What?"
"Please, don't stop-"
It happened in a flash. Draco didn't know when the burning liquid hit his throat. Potter had let out a yell of triumph as he came into his mouth. Draco could feel Potter tense up against him as semen continued to spurt out. It tasted tangy and bitter. Draco scrunched his face as he tried to swallow the contents in his mouth. Some of it dribbled down his chin and onto his school robes. Draco would take care of that later. When Potter's cock became soft, he withdrew from it and stared. He had never noticed what wonders the male anatomy was capable of until now. He couldn't resist himself from squeezing the cock before getting up from the floor. But Potter didn't let him, as he was using Draco to lean on in order to regain balance. Draco pushed off from the floor in time to catch Potter by the waist. Apparently, Potter's legs gave out, he mused.
"That was…incredible," murmured Potter quietly. "I've been waiting, imagining…"
"Excuse me?" Draco cut in sharply. "What do you mean…"
But Potter looked horror-struck as he pushed Draco away. He avoided Draco's eyes as he swore under his breath. What was Potter doing now? Was this some joke to out Draco as a poof? Queer, bent, gay or whatever people called it? If it was, Draco wasn't amused. He shoved Potter roughly before wiping the come from his face with a sleeve. He paid no attention to his screaming cock as he glowered at Potter, who was tucking himself in.
"What the fuck are you playing at?" snarled Draco furiously. "Is this blackmail for the rumour mill? A small prank for you and your friends to enjoy? You're sick, Potter!"
"No, it's not like that…" began Potter hesitantly, raising his arms in the air. "I wouldn't do something that cruel."
"Like you wouldn't."
"I wouldn't! Merlin, is it a crime for someone to jerk himself off just because that's all he'll ever get?"
"What?" asked Draco, his fist inches away from punching Potter's face.
"Dean only gave me a hand job because I asked him to," explained Harry dejectedly. "My hand wasn't doing anything for me so he thought he could help. Just to put me out of my misery so I could move on."
"And yet tons of people would love to do you anytime, anywhere. What about Weaselette or Chang? They would love to-"
"I don't fancy them," Potter bit out viciously. "If you couldn't tell, I'm gay. Does it make you happy to know that, Malfoy? Yes, I fancy blokes. It's just another thing that makes me even more of a freak that I already am."
"I never said that," said Draco softly.
"No. But this doesn't make my life any easier. Especially when-"
"When what?"
"Well, I reckon we're still young for all this," Potter spoke to the ceiling. I mean, Fred's going out with Angelina, Seamus is with Dean and soon enough Ron and Herm-"
"Thomas and Finnigan are still a thing?"
"Yeah," answered Potter, frowning. "Why?"
"But Thomas and you-"
"He was helping me, Malfoy. Gryffindors help each other. I don't know about Slytherins but…yeah."
Suddenly, all of Draco's anger vanished as he gazed at Potter's glassy expression. He could feel his cock getting aroused again as he took a few steps toward Potter. "And you didn't take the time to choose a single bloke to get you off," noted Draco carefully.
"No one really knows about me, besides Dean and Seamus. Not even Ron and Hermione. They would be outraged if they did."
"They would, wouldn't they?"
"They'd hate me more if they knew who I fancy."
"And whom do you fancy?" persisted Draco, playing Potter's guessing game. If he wasn't going to give straight answers, Draco was going to have to pry them out of him. "Surely, the Golden Boy can get anyone."
"Almost, but not quite," admitted Potter, his face reddening. "I just-look, we better get to class. Potions starts in five minutes and-"
"You didn't answer my question," interjected Draco, blocking Potter off from the door. "Don't change the subject."
Potter gazed into Draco's eyes for what seemed like eternity before he answered. He leaned toward Draco, his lips brushing his ear. "You."
Draco opened his mouth but no words came out. He gaped at Potter, who gave him a small smile before pushing the door open. Draco grabbed him by the sleeve, pulling him back into the bathroom again. He stood there in shock, watching Potter's expression turn into one of confusion. "You're s-serious?"
Potter only shrugged before trying to make his way through the door again. "Just forget about it. I know it's stupid…I mean, Dean told me to stop hoping already, and…I guess I haven't really gotten that far. I've tried to push these feelings aside but-you know, we really should head to class-"
His words were cut off when Draco kissed him harshly on the lips. Potter moaned into Draco's mouth as they wrapped their arms around each other. Draco wasn't sure what he was feeling at the moment. Maybe it was lust. He was always lusting after people, lusting after sex…just lusting after something. He could feel his heart beat faster as his eyes fluttered shut, his tongue exploring Potter's mouth. Why was he reacting like a giddy schoolgirl? This was stupid. It was just a kiss, like the one from earlier. But no one had ever said anything to his face before. Draco knew people fancied him, but they never had the guts to say it directly. But Potter? Draco had seen the mix of fear and determination in Potter's eyes just seconds ago. He wanted to give him something for confessing. Certainly not pity or sex, but something more…something meaningful. A chance. That's what he needed to do. Draco needed to give Harry Potter a chance, even though that very first one had diminished almost five years ago. He groaned when his erection pressed against Harry. A hand smoothed over the bulge, forcing Draco to bite his lip. He smacked it away before moving back.
"Malfoy?" queried Harry curiously.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy," said Draco, holding out his hand like he did in first year. Deep down, he was scared that Harry would reject him again. And even though they were alone, rejection never suited him well. He waited as Harry looked at him and then at his hand. Maybe Draco was too late? Maybe Harry might have changed his mind about him. He saw Harry grin and accept his hand. Harry gave it a good handshake before letting go.
"Harry Potter. But just call me Harry."
"Up for cutting class?"
"Yeah. I reckon I owe you a favour."