new fan fic released!
yes...i've worked on this last month and i've finally gotten around to betaing it! very fun! enjoy!!
Title: Ready, Get Set, Go!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimers: i would love to own all these characters. unfortunately they belong to J.K Rowling instead of me.
Summary: Hogwarts needs to stay united more than everduring the war. It happens that to do so, Draco and Harry need to stop hating each other. Draco makes this happen when he finds a little surprise that Lucius packed for him. Let the games begin!
A/N: i actually started writing this when i wanted to apply to hp humor...a closed community of arrmaitee's. there was a contest to write or draw about certain things on a list. the more you included the better it would be. well i went over the limit of pages so i decided to continue this for fun...so thank you arrmaitee for the inspiration!and once again thanks to Xpyromania05X for betaing!
"Ready, Get Set, Go!
“It is necessary that each and every one of you show kindness and respect,” Dumbledore informed the students. “As you get older, you will understand why this is important. Perhaps you may not see eye to eye with one another, but it is gratitude that conquers rather than anger and hatred.”
Whispers rose within the Great Hall. Teachers looked at one another curiously. Dumbledore’s voice echoed within the large room as everyone settled down again.
“Each of you will be assigned to a partner. Your mission is to get to know them. You might think you already know everyone, but do you? What do you know about people’s interests and personalities? What about their pasts? That is for you to find out. Although everyone should always respect each other, it is your partner that your respect is most crucial to. You will find it amazing how much one can help another. Here are your partners.”
Dumbledore waved his wand as pieces of folded parchment appeared in front of the students. The chatter grew loud.
“Pansy Parkinson,” Hermione read from her parchment. She frowned and looked up. “I don’t believe it. How can I be nice to her if she’s so rude to everyone? As if I’m going to tolerate that!”
“You have Pansy?” sniggered Ron. “Pug face girl? That bloody sucks! Who would want to be nice to someone as hideous as her?
“Go ahead and laugh. Did you check who you have, Ron?”
“Errr…no.” Ron’s ears reddened. He unfolded his parchment and widened his eyes.
“Gah! Goyle! Why him? He’s such a dumb git! I bet he doesn’t even know what the hell respect is!”
“I wouldn’t be too surprised,” Harry joined in. “Yeah, he’s a bit on the stupid side but he’s probably a lot better comparing to some people.”
“Who did you get, Harry?” asked Hermione curiously.
“Oh, like you can’t guess,” replied Harry sarcastically. “Of course, I have to get Malfoy. Just my luck.”
“Malfoy? That bloody, little mo…” started Ron. He balled up his fist and smacked it into his palm. “I really should beat the…”
“Ron,” warned Hermione. “This is all under Dumbledore’s orders. You know it’s a hectic time right now. He needs to keep running Hogwarts. And we all have to be part of his plan until the war is over. It’ll help us in the future, just like he said.”
“Whatever,” grumbled Ron as he, Harry, and Hermione walked back to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry looked around the entrance hall. Other students erupted with protests and whines.
“On the bright side, we’re not the only ones complaining. This must have been done on purpose.”
Ron muttered under his breath as Harry eyed Hermione and shrugged. Harry headed up the marble staircase with his friends. Just as he turned his head, he saw Draco Malfoy smirking maliciously at him.
Goddamnit! Why him? Maybe I shouldn’t blame Ron for getting pissed off…I mean he does have a point…
~~~~~~~~~~~
Now how do I get to know Potter? Of all people in the school and I have to be paired up with him! This is going to be pathetic…
Draco was sitting on a chair in the Slytherin common room with Crabbe and Goyle facing him. The other Slytherins bickered with each other about their partners.
“And of course I had to get Potter,” Draco told his cronies. “Father would be very disappointed with this. In fact, I consider it a sin. I mean really, how do you get to know Potter? He’s already famous! What more do I need to know?”
Silence hung in the air as Crabbe and Goyle stared at him.
“Well, who did you both get then?” inquired Draco impatiently. “It’s not like either of you are telling me.”
“Ron Weasley,” answered Goyle.
“The Weasel! Now that must be something! There’s nothing you don’t know about him. Everyone knows his family can barely survive in that shack they call home.”
Draco and Goyle looked at Crabbe, who was grinning now.
“Why the hell are you so happy?”
“Millicent Bulstrode,” Crabbe replied dreamily.
“WHAT!” Draco jumped up from his seat, knocking it down. “How did you get her? Is that even possible?”
“I guess so.” Crabbe scratched his head thoughtfully. “We never got along very well. Maybe now we have the chance to work on our social skills.”
“Oh god,” sighed Draco, exasperated. “This is definitely going to be hell.” He rolled his eyes as he headed for his dormitory.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and shrugged.
“How dense can a person be?” Draco asked himself aloud.
“Pretty damn dense if you ask me,” answered the tiny voice in his mind.
Draco opened his trunk and rummaged through the contents.
Now what do I have here? There must be something that will let me contain my sanity if I have to “be nice” to Potter. This is total bullshit!
His hands found a green, velvet pouch with letters embossed on it. It read, “For Emergencies Only” in silver writing. Draco had no idea what was in it since his father insisted on packing it for him. He pulled the drawstring loose and dumped the contents on his bed. Shock appeared on Draco’s face as he stared at what lay in front of him.
What the fuck was he on? Maybe he started using the Crack Floo Powder again. Mother ought to force him to get back on the normal stuff if he wants to go to work.
Lying on the bed was a tube of Vaseline (for sensitive skin, of course), one coiled up faux leather chastity belt, the Sex Manual (handed down from generations of Malfoys), a package of fresh cherries, magical condoms (which have never been used), and an ancient, silk blanket.
Why in the world would I need this shit? I don’t have time for this! There are much better things I can do with my time than fuck someone! How is that an emergency?
Draco continued staring at the items before it hit him.
Well maybe this kit does come in handy. Father said you have to be prepared for everything. And since I’m now legal…
He rubbed his hands together with glee. He knew exactly what he was going to do.
How will I get to know Potter? Why with this handy, dandy kit of course! Oh shit…am I saying I want to shag him? No! I can’t think that! I’ll only do it if he’s being a really arrogant prick. I bet that’ll teach him something…
Draco returned the objects into the pouch, tightened the drawstring and dropped it in his trunk. He figured he would have to find an opportunity to talk to Harry one day to get his interview over with. And he would also read the Sex Manual, just in case.
~~~~~~~~~
“Potter, what do you call this?” Snape frowned at the brown, murky, liquid bubbling in Harry’s cauldron.
“A Sleeping Draught, sir,” replied Harry firmly.
“As I recall from my memory, a Sleeping Draught is not brown. And it is not as disgusting as this crap is.” Snape stirred the liquid a bit before taking out his notebook to jot something down.
“I think you may want to consider what ingredients you add into your potion next time, Potter.” Snape waved his wand over the cauldron, leaving it empty.
“What! I wasn’t even done yet!” snapped Harry. “I still had to add…”
“That’s enough,” interrupted Snape nastily. “50 points from Gryffindor for being so crude. I daresay you should learn to keep that filthy mouth of yours shut. No marks for today’s potion.” He strode over to his desk.
“All of you should be done by now. Once you’ve stirred your potion for 10 minutes, leave a sample on my desk. Clean up and class dismissed.”
Harry opened his mouth but no words came out. Rage surged through him.
He did not just do that! That stupid arse! It’s not my fault he doesn’t have a great sex life! Maybe that’s why he’s always so moody. Obviously no one would want to screw a piece of shit like him anyways…
Harry furiously gathered his cauldron and remaining ingredients. Pulling his bag over his shoulder, he walked toward the doorway to wait for Hermione and Ron. He did a double take as he looked at the person right in front of him.
“Mess up your potion again, Potter?” Draco smirked at him wickedly.
“Shut it, Malfoy,” answered Harry, narrowing his eyes at the blonde.
“I was just asking. No need to be so defensive. Besides, we need to be civil to each other, don’t you remember?” Draco’s smirk grew wider.
“Fuck off.” Harry’s rage started to build up again.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about doing that now. I’m sure that would feel wonderful though.” Draco gave a malevolent laugh.
“What the…”
“Don’t worry, Potter. I just wanted to let you know that you ought to meet me near the dungeons later tonight. We’re supposed to get to know each other. We must as well get over with it as soon as possible, if you know what I mean.”
Harry could only nod with wide eyes.
“Good. I reckon around 8 o’clock should be a reasonable time. Be there.” Draco’s cold, gray eyes softened a bit before he walked out of the room with Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry was rooted to the ground as he stared into space.
For Merlin’s sake! What is he up to? There has to be some catch to this. Why the hell…
“Harry? Are you okay?” Hermione tapped Harry lightly on the shoulder.
“Oh…y-yeah…n-no problem,” he stammered.
“What did that stupid git want?” asked Ron, annoyed. “He didn’t insult you or anything, did he?”
“He wants me to meet up with him. To…errr…get to know him, like Dumbledore told us to.” Harry frowned. “Not like I want to, though.”
“Mate, I feel your pain,” said Ron, shaking his head. “If I could help you, I would. If he starts being an arse, I give your permission to beat the crap out of him. Shove him in the bathroom and dunk his head in the toilet if you have to.”
Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry and Ron snickered while they headed up to Transfiguration.
~~~~~~~~~
Harry didn’t know what to expect as he came down the marble staircase. He wondered what he and Draco would talk about. It seemed impossible to find out more about Draco Malfoy, let alone talk to him civilly.
How will this help me? This is going to suck so much. Don’t I know enough about Malfoy? He lives on a damn manor with lots of money. His parents are evil. Did I mention he’s a piece of hippogriff shit? Why should I give a crap about him?
Harry continued to walk down the dark, stone hallway, unsure of where he was going.
“Lumos!” he muttered.
The tip of his wand lit up. It took him a moment before he realized whose face was illuminated by the light.
“So you decided to join me, Potter?” Draco had his arms folded against his chest. “Excellent. We should get this done as fast as we can then.”
Harry gritted his teeth. “I’m only doing this because Dumbledore told us to. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t have come to this hellhole at all.”
“Fine by me. C’mon.” Draco beckoned Harry as he led the way into the empty Potions classroom.
“I couldn’t bring you to the common room as my fellow housemates would disapprove,” stated Draco simply. “It’s not like I wanted to, either. I do have to show respect for some people, though.”
“Like I give a shit,” grumbled Harry.
“Now what did I tell you before? We’re supposed to treat each other kindly.” Draco closed the door and sat on a desk. “It’s hard to have a good conversation if there’s tension between us.” He smirked with amusement.
“This was your idea, Malfoy,” replied Harry stubbornly. “What is possibly left that I don’t know about you? I already know how corrupt your family, home, and status are. That covers most of it.”
“As if I don’t know about you, Potter,” sneered Draco. “You’re the Boy-Who-Lived. It’s not difficult to overhear what people say about you. Saint Potter the hero. Dumbledore’s Golden Boy. Surprisingly, I know more about you than you think. Maybe better than you know yourself.”
“If you’re such a know-it-all, then why did you ask me to come here?” inquired Harry suspiciously. “This is stupid.”
“I’m following Dumbledore’s orders, like you said yourself,” answered Draco coolly. “But like he told us, maybe there are some things that we don’t know about each other. There’s obviously a purpose for being set up in pairs.”
“Well, obviously this hasn’t done any good,” retorted Harry. “I’ve had enough.” He walked to the doorway.
“Oh, no you’re not! You’re staying right here!” Draco rushed in front of Harry to block him. “I tried to be pretty civil. You’re the one who’s been stubborn. I gave you a chance to be polite. Now I’m going to make you compromise with me, whether you like it or not.”
Before he knew it, Harry found himself pinned against the desk. Draco crushed his body on top of him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” shouted Harry. He struggled under the pressure of Draco’s weight.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, Potter. I think you suggested it to me in Potions today so I thought I should try it on you. Maybe you’ll understand what respect means.” Draco was aware of the bulge in his pants as he stared down into vivid, emerald eyes.
Why didn’t I notice those eyes before? They are so beautiful! And that hair! It looks so soft and silky…I just want to…shit! What am I saying? I can’t like Potter! For Merlin’s sake! I’m actually getting hard from him! I must not…oh fuck it! I have to “teach” him a lesson anyway so I must as well…
Draco plunged in for a fierce kiss. He felt Harry’s wriggling body tense up as Draco pushed his lips harder onto Harry’s. Harry tried to resist but to no avail. Then Draco gradually eased the pressure of his mouth, giving Harry small, soft kisses instead. Harry shivered from the sweet sensation.
Oh my god! Those luscious lips! Use your tongue, goddamn it! I’ll use it if you’re not going to…
Harry couldn’t take it anymore so he slowly let his tongue lick Draco’s lips. Draco took the hint and allowed his own tongue to mingle with Harry’s. He pulled Harry close to him with one hand while the other ruffled messy, black hair. Harry returned the embrace tightly. Draco suddenly felt uncomfortable.
I need to have Potter now! I can’t wait very long…this is getting too overwhelming…
Draco pressed his aroused crotch against Harry’s. Feeling the hard-on, he knew Harry wanted him. He let his fingers fumble along Harry’s fly, prying it open. Draco continued to explore Harry’s mouth as he managed to pull the sex kit out of his robes. He carelessly tossed it onto the next desk as he tried to pull off Harry’s pants. Removing the rest of Harry’s clothes, he groped and kissed Harry alternatively during the process. Harry attempted to unzip Draco’s fly. He surrendered when he felt Draco’s cool hands enter his boxers to fondle with his nuts. He dug his nails into Draco’s shoulders.
Crap! This feels…soo good! Now if I could…GAHH…HOLY SHIT!
Draco squeezed Harry’s length as he yanked the boxers off. He finally broke away to gasp for air.
Harry closed his eyes and grinned, as he lay on the desk, naked. Draco took this time to strip out of his robes. He quietly tiptoed to the next desk to retrieve the pouch. Pulling out the tube of Vaseline, he squirted some on his hands and rubbed them together. Draco covered his own stiff length with the thick jelly as he walked back to Harry. He put his hands around Harry’s cock, stroking the remaining Vaseline on him.
Father was right. I know I’ve doubted him at times. But really, when all else fails, shag your victim. No wonder he always gets his way. So if I can actually do that to Potter…
Harry moaned from the touch of Draco’s hands caressing him.
More! Give me more! Please…I need it…
“Learn your lesson, Potter?” Draco’s voice broke in as he continued to massage Harry’s cock. “Perhaps you understand what respect means. It seems you didn’t hesitate to give me some just now.”
Harry’s eyes flew open and saw Draco wink at him. He wore a look of disbelief.
“You! Goddamn it, Malfoy!”
Harry shoved Draco away from him and immediately got off the desk. He stumbled clumsily toward his clothes and forced them on. It was difficult with the Vaseline on him.
“You just violated me!” yelled Harry. “Trying to deprive me of my virginity, eh? How dare you!”
“Hey, you were the one who didn’t object to it!” argued Draco defensively. “Admit it! You were enjoying our “play” time. And there was a point to be proved!”
“Not if you’re trying to molest me!” Harry shot Draco an angry look as he stomped toward the doorway.
“I was not!” Draco used his wand to clean the Vaseline off of him. He picked up his delicate clothes and began to dress. He paused midway before speaking.
“I’ll tell you what, Potter. We’ll schedule another time to get the task done. We didn’t exactly get there tonight, but maybe we can meet again to compromise differently.”
“Get real, Malfoy! That is never going to happen!” Harry walked out of the room. He poked his head back in. “Did you hear me? Never!”
“Fine, suit yourself.” Draco screwed the cap of the Vaseline back on and put it in the pouch. He could hear Harry’s quick footsteps echoing in the hall before they died away. Grabbing the sex kit, he sighed.
What the fuck was I thinking? Trying to shag Potter! That bastard! We were so close…if he hadn’t realized it was me! He needed me like I needed him! He knew that…I bet he tried to deny it! Wait…I don’t…oh fuck! Merlin’s beard! I do like Potter! Oh god…
Draco clapped a hand over his mouth before running to the Slytherin common room.
Part II
Title: Ready, Get Set, Go!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimers: i would love to own all these characters. unfortunately they belong to J.K Rowling instead of me.
Summary: Hogwarts needs to stay united more than everduring the war. It happens that to do so, Draco and Harry need to stop hating each other. Draco makes this happen when he finds a little surprise that Lucius packed for him. Let the games begin!
A/N: i actually started writing this when i wanted to apply to hp humor...a closed community of arrmaitee's. there was a contest to write or draw about certain things on a list. the more you included the better it would be. well i went over the limit of pages so i decided to continue this for fun...so thank you arrmaitee for the inspiration!and once again thanks to Xpyromania05X for betaing!
"Ready, Get Set, Go!
“It is necessary that each and every one of you show kindness and respect,” Dumbledore informed the students. “As you get older, you will understand why this is important. Perhaps you may not see eye to eye with one another, but it is gratitude that conquers rather than anger and hatred.”
Whispers rose within the Great Hall. Teachers looked at one another curiously. Dumbledore’s voice echoed within the large room as everyone settled down again.
“Each of you will be assigned to a partner. Your mission is to get to know them. You might think you already know everyone, but do you? What do you know about people’s interests and personalities? What about their pasts? That is for you to find out. Although everyone should always respect each other, it is your partner that your respect is most crucial to. You will find it amazing how much one can help another. Here are your partners.”
Dumbledore waved his wand as pieces of folded parchment appeared in front of the students. The chatter grew loud.
“Pansy Parkinson,” Hermione read from her parchment. She frowned and looked up. “I don’t believe it. How can I be nice to her if she’s so rude to everyone? As if I’m going to tolerate that!”
“You have Pansy?” sniggered Ron. “Pug face girl? That bloody sucks! Who would want to be nice to someone as hideous as her?
“Go ahead and laugh. Did you check who you have, Ron?”
“Errr…no.” Ron’s ears reddened. He unfolded his parchment and widened his eyes.
“Gah! Goyle! Why him? He’s such a dumb git! I bet he doesn’t even know what the hell respect is!”
“I wouldn’t be too surprised,” Harry joined in. “Yeah, he’s a bit on the stupid side but he’s probably a lot better comparing to some people.”
“Who did you get, Harry?” asked Hermione curiously.
“Oh, like you can’t guess,” replied Harry sarcastically. “Of course, I have to get Malfoy. Just my luck.”
“Malfoy? That bloody, little mo…” started Ron. He balled up his fist and smacked it into his palm. “I really should beat the…”
“Ron,” warned Hermione. “This is all under Dumbledore’s orders. You know it’s a hectic time right now. He needs to keep running Hogwarts. And we all have to be part of his plan until the war is over. It’ll help us in the future, just like he said.”
“Whatever,” grumbled Ron as he, Harry, and Hermione walked back to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry looked around the entrance hall. Other students erupted with protests and whines.
“On the bright side, we’re not the only ones complaining. This must have been done on purpose.”
Ron muttered under his breath as Harry eyed Hermione and shrugged. Harry headed up the marble staircase with his friends. Just as he turned his head, he saw Draco Malfoy smirking maliciously at him.
Goddamnit! Why him? Maybe I shouldn’t blame Ron for getting pissed off…I mean he does have a point…
~~~~~~~~~~~
Now how do I get to know Potter? Of all people in the school and I have to be paired up with him! This is going to be pathetic…
Draco was sitting on a chair in the Slytherin common room with Crabbe and Goyle facing him. The other Slytherins bickered with each other about their partners.
“And of course I had to get Potter,” Draco told his cronies. “Father would be very disappointed with this. In fact, I consider it a sin. I mean really, how do you get to know Potter? He’s already famous! What more do I need to know?”
Silence hung in the air as Crabbe and Goyle stared at him.
“Well, who did you both get then?” inquired Draco impatiently. “It’s not like either of you are telling me.”
“Ron Weasley,” answered Goyle.
“The Weasel! Now that must be something! There’s nothing you don’t know about him. Everyone knows his family can barely survive in that shack they call home.”
Draco and Goyle looked at Crabbe, who was grinning now.
“Why the hell are you so happy?”
“Millicent Bulstrode,” Crabbe replied dreamily.
“WHAT!” Draco jumped up from his seat, knocking it down. “How did you get her? Is that even possible?”
“I guess so.” Crabbe scratched his head thoughtfully. “We never got along very well. Maybe now we have the chance to work on our social skills.”
“Oh god,” sighed Draco, exasperated. “This is definitely going to be hell.” He rolled his eyes as he headed for his dormitory.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and shrugged.
“How dense can a person be?” Draco asked himself aloud.
“Pretty damn dense if you ask me,” answered the tiny voice in his mind.
Draco opened his trunk and rummaged through the contents.
Now what do I have here? There must be something that will let me contain my sanity if I have to “be nice” to Potter. This is total bullshit!
His hands found a green, velvet pouch with letters embossed on it. It read, “For Emergencies Only” in silver writing. Draco had no idea what was in it since his father insisted on packing it for him. He pulled the drawstring loose and dumped the contents on his bed. Shock appeared on Draco’s face as he stared at what lay in front of him.
What the fuck was he on? Maybe he started using the Crack Floo Powder again. Mother ought to force him to get back on the normal stuff if he wants to go to work.
Lying on the bed was a tube of Vaseline (for sensitive skin, of course), one coiled up faux leather chastity belt, the Sex Manual (handed down from generations of Malfoys), a package of fresh cherries, magical condoms (which have never been used), and an ancient, silk blanket.
Why in the world would I need this shit? I don’t have time for this! There are much better things I can do with my time than fuck someone! How is that an emergency?
Draco continued staring at the items before it hit him.
Well maybe this kit does come in handy. Father said you have to be prepared for everything. And since I’m now legal…
He rubbed his hands together with glee. He knew exactly what he was going to do.
How will I get to know Potter? Why with this handy, dandy kit of course! Oh shit…am I saying I want to shag him? No! I can’t think that! I’ll only do it if he’s being a really arrogant prick. I bet that’ll teach him something…
Draco returned the objects into the pouch, tightened the drawstring and dropped it in his trunk. He figured he would have to find an opportunity to talk to Harry one day to get his interview over with. And he would also read the Sex Manual, just in case.
~~~~~~~~~
“Potter, what do you call this?” Snape frowned at the brown, murky, liquid bubbling in Harry’s cauldron.
“A Sleeping Draught, sir,” replied Harry firmly.
“As I recall from my memory, a Sleeping Draught is not brown. And it is not as disgusting as this crap is.” Snape stirred the liquid a bit before taking out his notebook to jot something down.
“I think you may want to consider what ingredients you add into your potion next time, Potter.” Snape waved his wand over the cauldron, leaving it empty.
“What! I wasn’t even done yet!” snapped Harry. “I still had to add…”
“That’s enough,” interrupted Snape nastily. “50 points from Gryffindor for being so crude. I daresay you should learn to keep that filthy mouth of yours shut. No marks for today’s potion.” He strode over to his desk.
“All of you should be done by now. Once you’ve stirred your potion for 10 minutes, leave a sample on my desk. Clean up and class dismissed.”
Harry opened his mouth but no words came out. Rage surged through him.
He did not just do that! That stupid arse! It’s not my fault he doesn’t have a great sex life! Maybe that’s why he’s always so moody. Obviously no one would want to screw a piece of shit like him anyways…
Harry furiously gathered his cauldron and remaining ingredients. Pulling his bag over his shoulder, he walked toward the doorway to wait for Hermione and Ron. He did a double take as he looked at the person right in front of him.
“Mess up your potion again, Potter?” Draco smirked at him wickedly.
“Shut it, Malfoy,” answered Harry, narrowing his eyes at the blonde.
“I was just asking. No need to be so defensive. Besides, we need to be civil to each other, don’t you remember?” Draco’s smirk grew wider.
“Fuck off.” Harry’s rage started to build up again.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about doing that now. I’m sure that would feel wonderful though.” Draco gave a malevolent laugh.
“What the…”
“Don’t worry, Potter. I just wanted to let you know that you ought to meet me near the dungeons later tonight. We’re supposed to get to know each other. We must as well get over with it as soon as possible, if you know what I mean.”
Harry could only nod with wide eyes.
“Good. I reckon around 8 o’clock should be a reasonable time. Be there.” Draco’s cold, gray eyes softened a bit before he walked out of the room with Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry was rooted to the ground as he stared into space.
For Merlin’s sake! What is he up to? There has to be some catch to this. Why the hell…
“Harry? Are you okay?” Hermione tapped Harry lightly on the shoulder.
“Oh…y-yeah…n-no problem,” he stammered.
“What did that stupid git want?” asked Ron, annoyed. “He didn’t insult you or anything, did he?”
“He wants me to meet up with him. To…errr…get to know him, like Dumbledore told us to.” Harry frowned. “Not like I want to, though.”
“Mate, I feel your pain,” said Ron, shaking his head. “If I could help you, I would. If he starts being an arse, I give your permission to beat the crap out of him. Shove him in the bathroom and dunk his head in the toilet if you have to.”
Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry and Ron snickered while they headed up to Transfiguration.
~~~~~~~~~
Harry didn’t know what to expect as he came down the marble staircase. He wondered what he and Draco would talk about. It seemed impossible to find out more about Draco Malfoy, let alone talk to him civilly.
How will this help me? This is going to suck so much. Don’t I know enough about Malfoy? He lives on a damn manor with lots of money. His parents are evil. Did I mention he’s a piece of hippogriff shit? Why should I give a crap about him?
Harry continued to walk down the dark, stone hallway, unsure of where he was going.
“Lumos!” he muttered.
The tip of his wand lit up. It took him a moment before he realized whose face was illuminated by the light.
“So you decided to join me, Potter?” Draco had his arms folded against his chest. “Excellent. We should get this done as fast as we can then.”
Harry gritted his teeth. “I’m only doing this because Dumbledore told us to. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t have come to this hellhole at all.”
“Fine by me. C’mon.” Draco beckoned Harry as he led the way into the empty Potions classroom.
“I couldn’t bring you to the common room as my fellow housemates would disapprove,” stated Draco simply. “It’s not like I wanted to, either. I do have to show respect for some people, though.”
“Like I give a shit,” grumbled Harry.
“Now what did I tell you before? We’re supposed to treat each other kindly.” Draco closed the door and sat on a desk. “It’s hard to have a good conversation if there’s tension between us.” He smirked with amusement.
“This was your idea, Malfoy,” replied Harry stubbornly. “What is possibly left that I don’t know about you? I already know how corrupt your family, home, and status are. That covers most of it.”
“As if I don’t know about you, Potter,” sneered Draco. “You’re the Boy-Who-Lived. It’s not difficult to overhear what people say about you. Saint Potter the hero. Dumbledore’s Golden Boy. Surprisingly, I know more about you than you think. Maybe better than you know yourself.”
“If you’re such a know-it-all, then why did you ask me to come here?” inquired Harry suspiciously. “This is stupid.”
“I’m following Dumbledore’s orders, like you said yourself,” answered Draco coolly. “But like he told us, maybe there are some things that we don’t know about each other. There’s obviously a purpose for being set up in pairs.”
“Well, obviously this hasn’t done any good,” retorted Harry. “I’ve had enough.” He walked to the doorway.
“Oh, no you’re not! You’re staying right here!” Draco rushed in front of Harry to block him. “I tried to be pretty civil. You’re the one who’s been stubborn. I gave you a chance to be polite. Now I’m going to make you compromise with me, whether you like it or not.”
Before he knew it, Harry found himself pinned against the desk. Draco crushed his body on top of him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” shouted Harry. He struggled under the pressure of Draco’s weight.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, Potter. I think you suggested it to me in Potions today so I thought I should try it on you. Maybe you’ll understand what respect means.” Draco was aware of the bulge in his pants as he stared down into vivid, emerald eyes.
Why didn’t I notice those eyes before? They are so beautiful! And that hair! It looks so soft and silky…I just want to…shit! What am I saying? I can’t like Potter! For Merlin’s sake! I’m actually getting hard from him! I must not…oh fuck it! I have to “teach” him a lesson anyway so I must as well…
Draco plunged in for a fierce kiss. He felt Harry’s wriggling body tense up as Draco pushed his lips harder onto Harry’s. Harry tried to resist but to no avail. Then Draco gradually eased the pressure of his mouth, giving Harry small, soft kisses instead. Harry shivered from the sweet sensation.
Oh my god! Those luscious lips! Use your tongue, goddamn it! I’ll use it if you’re not going to…
Harry couldn’t take it anymore so he slowly let his tongue lick Draco’s lips. Draco took the hint and allowed his own tongue to mingle with Harry’s. He pulled Harry close to him with one hand while the other ruffled messy, black hair. Harry returned the embrace tightly. Draco suddenly felt uncomfortable.
I need to have Potter now! I can’t wait very long…this is getting too overwhelming…
Draco pressed his aroused crotch against Harry’s. Feeling the hard-on, he knew Harry wanted him. He let his fingers fumble along Harry’s fly, prying it open. Draco continued to explore Harry’s mouth as he managed to pull the sex kit out of his robes. He carelessly tossed it onto the next desk as he tried to pull off Harry’s pants. Removing the rest of Harry’s clothes, he groped and kissed Harry alternatively during the process. Harry attempted to unzip Draco’s fly. He surrendered when he felt Draco’s cool hands enter his boxers to fondle with his nuts. He dug his nails into Draco’s shoulders.
Crap! This feels…soo good! Now if I could…GAHH…HOLY SHIT!
Draco squeezed Harry’s length as he yanked the boxers off. He finally broke away to gasp for air.
Harry closed his eyes and grinned, as he lay on the desk, naked. Draco took this time to strip out of his robes. He quietly tiptoed to the next desk to retrieve the pouch. Pulling out the tube of Vaseline, he squirted some on his hands and rubbed them together. Draco covered his own stiff length with the thick jelly as he walked back to Harry. He put his hands around Harry’s cock, stroking the remaining Vaseline on him.
Father was right. I know I’ve doubted him at times. But really, when all else fails, shag your victim. No wonder he always gets his way. So if I can actually do that to Potter…
Harry moaned from the touch of Draco’s hands caressing him.
More! Give me more! Please…I need it…
“Learn your lesson, Potter?” Draco’s voice broke in as he continued to massage Harry’s cock. “Perhaps you understand what respect means. It seems you didn’t hesitate to give me some just now.”
Harry’s eyes flew open and saw Draco wink at him. He wore a look of disbelief.
“You! Goddamn it, Malfoy!”
Harry shoved Draco away from him and immediately got off the desk. He stumbled clumsily toward his clothes and forced them on. It was difficult with the Vaseline on him.
“You just violated me!” yelled Harry. “Trying to deprive me of my virginity, eh? How dare you!”
“Hey, you were the one who didn’t object to it!” argued Draco defensively. “Admit it! You were enjoying our “play” time. And there was a point to be proved!”
“Not if you’re trying to molest me!” Harry shot Draco an angry look as he stomped toward the doorway.
“I was not!” Draco used his wand to clean the Vaseline off of him. He picked up his delicate clothes and began to dress. He paused midway before speaking.
“I’ll tell you what, Potter. We’ll schedule another time to get the task done. We didn’t exactly get there tonight, but maybe we can meet again to compromise differently.”
“Get real, Malfoy! That is never going to happen!” Harry walked out of the room. He poked his head back in. “Did you hear me? Never!”
“Fine, suit yourself.” Draco screwed the cap of the Vaseline back on and put it in the pouch. He could hear Harry’s quick footsteps echoing in the hall before they died away. Grabbing the sex kit, he sighed.
What the fuck was I thinking? Trying to shag Potter! That bastard! We were so close…if he hadn’t realized it was me! He needed me like I needed him! He knew that…I bet he tried to deny it! Wait…I don’t…oh fuck! Merlin’s beard! I do like Potter! Oh god…
Draco clapped a hand over his mouth before running to the Slytherin common room.
Part II