Young Hogwarts - Draco & Harry I
Characters: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter Type: Slash, first time graphic mutual hand job, intending/wishing more. Rating: NC17 Spoilers: None Disclaimer: Draco, Harry and the Potterverse are not ours, just playing with them.
The tension in the potions classroom was palpable. Everyone within both the Gryffindor and Slytherin classes was well aware that Professor Snape was not in a good mood, not at all, but no one dared to comment on it, concentrating instead on the task that had been given them, and praying fervently not to attract his attention. He stalked about the classroom, black robes billowing, a scowl imprinted upon his pale face, his dark eyes darting from cauldron to cauldron. He had deliberately chosen the cauldron partners himself, and it almost appeared as if he were looking for trouble to begin so that he could put it down quickly and take points from the offending house - which hopefully would be Gryffindor.
Harry Potter kept his eyes down, intent upon what he was doing, which was attempting to dice up his roots without butchering them too badly; afraid that if he looked up Snape would see the hatred for him which resided there. His knife slipped, and a thin line of red became visible, which only drew a snicker from his lab partner. Harry flushed, muttering, "Shut up, ferret face, if you know what's good for you. But only loud enough for the platinum blonde beside him to hear.
Draco glared at Harry when he was called ferret face but it didn’t last long, his mood was just too good. He loved it when his Head of House scared the class, he didn’t even care that his fellow Slytherins were scared too, the young blond didn’t need to fear the wrath of the Potions Master, he could get away with murder. Being Lucius Malfoy’s son did have its good sides, besides Draco was good at potion making. In the time it took Harry to destroy a perfectly good batch of ingredients the Slytherin prince had done his part of the ingredients and he did it to perfection.
He sat back and idly played with his knife, he scanned the classroom trying to figure out which cauldron would explode first, he would have betted on Neville’s if he hadn’t been paired with Blaise, his second bet would have been Crabbe but he had been paired with the mudblood. He sighed and looked back at Harry, if he didn’t do anything soon it would be their cauldron blowing up first and Draco wasn’t going to be covered in anything that wasn’t made to make his perfect complexion better. “Potter,” he hissed softly, “stop ruining my chance for a good grade.”
"What?" Harry looked as if he'd been pulled out of some sort of reverie, his face flushing at being caught. "I'm not doing anything, Malfoy, other than my best. Can I help it the teacher has a thing for your father, so you can get away with murder? Not all of us can be so lucky, you know..." His voice dripped with unusual Harry venom, for Malfoy had pushed the wrong buttons, once again, and he was tired of the blond's criticisms.
Then he realized what he had let slip, and he thought to himself, Shite, wondering if he'd just said something he really shouldn't have.
Draco was about to explode at Harry’s insinuations about Snape and his father, his face became paler then it usually was and his almost silver eyes turned a dark evil grey. “Don’t talk about things you do not know anything about, and certainly don’t lie about things you don’t know about.” Draco’s voice was icy cold and deathly calm.
He didn’t care about the potion anymore, he whished he had some extra ingredients and turn it into a poison, it would be easy enough to convince Snape to test it on Harry. He sat back and just decided to let that stupid Gryffindor to destroy the potion, he wasn’t going to forget the things that were said, oh no, he would get even for the filthy lies that came from the boy who just didn’t want to stay dead’s mouth.
Harry wasn't stupid. He realized that Draco was better at potions than he was, no matter how much he tried. And no matter what the advice said in that stupid book. Even so, he had to wonder if it contained anything that could cover this situation. But how to look at it without Malfoy seeing him was the problem. He knew if he asked to use the loo, Snape would refuse and would simply give him a withering glance, while Malfoy would make some remark about him needing nappies. That wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all.
Finally, he muttered something to the blond about notes he'd forgotten and started rooting around in his books for the secret one. He knew he would have but one real chance to find the place, and he sent up a silent prayer as his fingers scrabbled quickly through the pages.
Luck was with him, there was the very potion they were making - and some notes written in the mysterious half blood prince's own precise handwriting. Excellent. He committed them to memory, as well as he could, and then returned to the cauldron, adding the items he'd just cut up, and stirring them once counterclockwise as the book suggested - which had not been in Snape's instructions. There. Let Malfoy make something out of that. He gave the other boy a smug look, as he asked, "Giving up are we? I'll have to take all the credit, then, if you're just going to laze about."
Draco watched Harry, first he thought that he had won, that the Gryffindor would mess up the potion without any outside help but then the annoying dark haired boy started to look through his bookbag. The strangest thing to Draco was that after the whole thing with the bag it seemed that Potter knew more about the potion then he could have with the limited talent in potion making that the other boy possessed.
“I will never give up.” Draco said with another icy glare, he was not going to let Harry get to him today. For a moment he suspected that the golden boy of the wizardingworld was cheating but he didn’t have prove, not that Snape would ask for prove but Draco preferred prove that way it wouldn’t look like the Slytherin Head of House played favourites.
He got the final ingredients and added them at the precise moment and stirred it to perfection. He knew that a miracle had happened and that Potter would get a perfect score with him because he knew the potion was perfect. He moved closer to Harry and hissed in his ear “I’ll catch you in the act of cheating soon.” While he did that he unintentionally pressed with his knee against the other boys leg.
At first Harry thought it was the feeling of triumph which coursed through his body that caused the tumult in his heart beat, the exhilaration of a job well done (albeit the methods were not entirely his own). But then he realized with a shock that it was the touch of Draco Malfoy that had brought these feelings on, and his eyes widened, even as a voice inside his head told him to move away for Merlin's sake. But another voice said no, stay where you are, it feels too good.
So he didn't move, but he couldn't look at Draco either. And his face suddenly became very very hot. And his tongue was so tied up in knots that he found he could not reply to what Draco had said to him, in fact he wasn't sure what his native tongue was at this moment.
Draco didn’t even realize at first where his leg was, he was just enjoying the fact that the boy that lived had not been able to answer him. He of course thought that Harry was suitably impressed by his threat, but when he looked at the dark haired boy next to him he realized that he looked rather flustered. He was about to comment on that when he finally realized that his knee was against Potter’s leg.
His eyes widened with the realization and his first instinct was to pull his leg away, but that would be too obvious so he didn’t besides it was fun to think it was affecting Harry like that. And he would stick to that story when someone found out, because he of course didn’t want to touch Potter like that, or did he?
Harry swallowed hard. A few times. He was grateful for the robes which they were forced to wear in class because they concealed a multitude of sins. Like this sudden raging hardon he had just acquired. What the fuck? Over Draco Malfoy? A BOY? And a MALFOY?
Wasn't class due to end soon? He prayed that it was, and that his cheeks were not too flushed. And yet at the same time, he wanted it to last forever, cause Draco felt damn good. What a horrible dilemma, and Harry didn't have the knowledge or experience to deal with it.
Professor Snape was making the rounds of the students. He approached the two boys, obviously looking to pin blame on Potter, his eyes searching Draco's, perhaps for some sort of confirmation. But he found that everything was as it should be, and he made a quick notation in his notebook and passed on, regaining the front of the room.
"You may go," he told the class, "be sure to have the next three chapters read before tomorrow. And remember your essay on the history of potions is due next week - I expect at least twenty four inches."
Draco didn’t jump up quickly like most in the class did, he slowly moved out of his seat making sure to touch as much of Harry’s leg he could without being obvious. Out of the corner of his eyes he looked for a reaction to his action. He told himself that all this was to torture Potter and that he was not enjoying this at all even though his now hard cock was trying to tell him something else.
He would deal with his physical need later, it had nothing to do with Harry at all, it was just the reaction of any healthy teenage boy who was physically stimulated and teenage boys didn’t need much stimulation to get a hardon. With an air of innocence he grabbed his bag again ‘accidentally’ touching Harry.
Oh Merlin, he needed relief and he needed it now. Grabbing his own bag, he reluctantly discontinued the connection with Draco and his leg - why did it have to feel so good? - hastily mumbled something about leaving, he wasn't even sure what words left his mouth, and hotfooted it out of the potions classroom, heading toward the nearest boy's loo.
Luckily it was almost empty, so he was able to grab a stall, and slam the door behind him, taking a seat with relief. His hand flew to his fly, fumbling beneath his robes, and he unbuttoned it, then pulled down first his zipper, then his shorts, so that his aching cock could at least breathe. He wrapped his fingers about it gratefully, and began to stroke it, and damned if the image of Draco Malfoy didn't fly into his head. But rather than argue about it, he simply began to wank to the image of the snarky blond.
Draco could have done several things, one of which was bask in the warmth of victory while finding a place to take care of his needs, but, and this might not be one of the brightest ideas he had recently, he decided to follow Harry and torture the boy a bit more. He just couldn’t stop while he was ahead.
It wasn’t hard to follow Harry, with a few simple glares he had made sure that the boys’ room was empty except for the Gryffindor in the stall and himself. After using a few spells to keep people out and the sounds in, the Slytherin moved to the occupied stall which he opened with a simple Alohamora. He moved so that the only way Harry could go past him was to physically push him out of the way.
He looked down on Harry, the sight of the Golden boy of the wizardingworld touching himself, touching the hardon that he, Draco Malfoy, was responsible for was a big turn on for the Slytherin. He didn’t hide his own erecting which was still trapped inside his pants, which was odd in itself because he was here to torture Harry with being aroused; he wasn’t here to get some action, right?
Harry's eyes shot open when he felt the air upon him from the opening stall door, and widened in amazement when he realized who stood there. But for some reason his hand didn't stop its motions, continuing to move up and down, and now the object of his fantasies was standing right in front of him, and he had a more than curious look in his eyes - he seemed..... interested?
Harry didn't know what quite to say, but to his surprise the first words that came out of his mouth were, "Don't just stand there, help........"
And the very thought of being touched by the blonde caused him to moan with suppressed desire.
This would have been the best time to leave; Draco would have seen Potter wank and leaving would be very humiliating for the Gryffindor, so why didn’t he leave? He wasn’t interested in Harry, or Harry’s cock, and he was definitely not interested in touching the Gryffindor or his cock… or was he?
It seemed that the Slytherin’s voice and body weren’t in contact with his brain or at least not with the brain in his head, he moved into the stall with Harry. “Stand.” Draco ordered as he started to open his pants and released his own cock from it’s prison. He slowly stroked his member as he licked his lips, “Now!” He added in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
Harry obeyed instantly, perhaps years of conditioning from the irascible Professor Snape stood him in good stead, his hand having ceased its movements as he watched in fascination as Draco unsheathed his own hardness. He couldn't believe how pretty it was, in all its pale glory, and the nest of blonde curls about it were.... touchable.... And how he wanted to touch him, he realized, wanted to touch him very badly.
An involuntary moan escaped his throat at the thought of touching and being touched by Draco Malfoy. Had he gone mad or what?
Draco smirked when he noticed how quickly Harry had obeyed, “Good boy.” He purred as he moved close to the dark haired Gryffindor, he moved so close that their cocks were touching, for the first time Draco moaned too. This shouldn’t feel so good, but it did.
He grabbed Potter’s hand and put it so that the Gryfindor would be able to hold both their cocks, he didn’t ask what the other boy wanted, he just took what he wanted. He put his hand over Harry’s and curled his long fingers over the other boy’s hand encircling both their cocks with both their hands. The feeling of his cock against Harry’s was almost enough for an orgasm, to make sure that that wouldn’t happen he didn’t move his hand and because his hand was over Harry’s he was making sure neither of their hands moved for now.
“You’ll scream my name before we get out of here.” He said or was it a threat?
Harry was ready to scream now, although he couldn't swear it was Draco's name that would come from his lips. And yet he couldn't swear it wouldn't be. What the hell was going on here? Why was this contact with this boy he thought he abhorred making him feel hot and cold at the same time, something he'd never felt before, not kissing Cho, not kissing Ginny, no one had never made him feel this way.
On an impulse, he said, "Shut up and kiss me, Malfoy."
Now, just where had that come from? And why were Harry's fingers itching to do more than hold their cocks together in this way?
Draco wasn’t used to being ordered, to bad though that the order Harry gave was just the thing he wanted to do anyway. The dilemma was one that was easily overcome by lust, so he kissed Potter. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, it was hard and possessive. When he broke the kiss he hissed, “Don’t tell me what to do, Potter.”
He kissed Harry again, this time he started to move his hips, rubbing his cock against Potter’s, fucking their hands.
Somehow at this moment, Harry wasn't concerned with what Draco said, or the tone he used to say it in, he just wanted more of what he had to apparently offer. How marvelous it felt, he'd had no idea, or he'd have tried this long before. Surely it couldn't just be Draco's cock that was so special, or so very sensual? Whatever it was, it was driving Harry crazy. And his lips felt good too.
He closed his eyes, as he did when wanking, and his free hand rose to his chest, tweaking his own nipple, almost forgetting the other boy was there, except for the feel of his very real cock. Harry wasn't thinking any farther than that, nor to what surely would follow - or what they would do when they came.
Draco broke the kiss again, “This is not a one man show, Potter; you could do something too.” He stared at the Gryffindor’s closed eyes, as he kept moving his hips, and for the first time (okay, maybe not the first time) he realized that the boy was actually beautiful, those glasses really had to go though. So, without asking he removed Harry’s glasses and put them into his pocket.
He swatted the hand Harry was using to tweak his own nipples away with his free hand and started to open the dark haired boy’s shirt. He leaned in to lick the nipple gently, but that was just a start, right after the little lick he nipped at Harry’s nipple with an almost evil grin on his face.
Harry blushed at Draco's words, but even so, he could see the validity in them. So, he thought to himself, what to do first? What did he want to do?
He gasped when Draco practically bit him - as much in surprise at his action as at the way he enjoyed it. What was with him? He had never imagined he would find himself in this position - half naked in a bathroom stall with Draco Malfoy, rubbing their cocks together, having his nipple bitten - and enjoying it?
Remembering what Draco had said, he tightened his grip of their conjoined cocks, even as he reached for Draco's buttons, undoing them enough to slide his own hand in, running his fingers over the soft smooth surface of that alabaster skin, and then across his nipple. He watched Draco's face carefully to see what effect, if any, it was having on him.
Draco usually was pretty good at hiding his feelings, not as well as his father but still pretty good, not today however. His normally icy eyes were now stormy, filled with need and lust, he gasped as Harry’s fingers went across his nipple. He kept moving his hips, rubbing his hardness against Potters.
“Move your hips.” In another situation Draco would have gloated about the fact that he had to tell Harry what to do but not now, this time he just wanted more friction between their cocks. He wanted to hear the Gryffidor loose it in the knowledge that he, Draco Malfoy, was the reason.
With his free hand he pulled Potter into another hard, hot kiss, demanding entrance with his tongue. He wanted more of Harry and he wanted it now, he would think about the consequences of his actions later. There would be consequences, but he would deal with them later or maybe he wouldn’t deal with them, maybe this would just be his guilty pleasure.
Harry felt his lips part of their own volition, as if they had a mind of their own, as if he ..... wanted... Draco's tongue to intrude.... His hips began to move as well, urging their erections together harder, harder, as his hand aided and abetted in the mutual masturbation that they were performing. He couldn't help but wonder if this felt this good, how good would it be to be entered by Draco? And he gasped at the mutinous idea, but his cock liked it.
He was confused by what was happening, why this was happening, but there was no doubt that he was enjoying what was happening, as he moaned into Draco's mouth, his free hand continuing to rub his nipples. Suddenly impatient for the touch of more flesh, he began to rip the shirt from his chest. Buttons could always be sewn on again. He felt the soft velvet texture, caressed it, as his hand slid around to the muscled back, feeling his vertebrae and then descending, down, down, as he attempted to slither beneath the waistband of Draco's trousers toward his ass.
Draco should be angry about the manhandling of his shirt, it was just a uniform shirt but he always took really good care of his clothes, but he wasn’t angry, he was too far into Harry to get angry. He wanted to be naked; he wanted Harry to be naked.
Reluctantly he released the back of Harry’s head, he didn’t break the kiss but he couldn’t physically pull the dark haired boy into it because he needed his hand to undo his trousers. He had the choice between using the hand on their joined cocks or the one at the back of Harry’s head, the decision had been easy. He fumbled with his belt and the one button that was still closed at the top. He had only pulled out his cock until now, opening his trousers would show the Gryffindor now that Draco never wore underwear.
When he had opened his trousers Draco moved on to Harry’s, opening them without even asking.
Who would ever have imagined such a thing - he and Draco Malfoy standing in the loo, their pants hanging about their knees, their hands on their cocks, which were touching in the most delightful way, and kissing, tongues entwined soulfully as if they were... lovers? But what were they becoming? Fuck buddies?
Why did it have to feel so bloody good? He couldn't believe those animalistic moans were coming from his throat, he was panting like some sort of savage, as he thrust into their conjoined hands. And he kept wondering how Draco would feel imbedded inside of him.
Did he really just think that again?
In some confusion, he ran his hands over that smooth skin, his thumbs grazing the pebbles which were his nipples, gratified to feel them harden at his touch. Did that mean Malfoy was as turned on as he did? Duh, Harry, didn't his rockhard cock tell you that much? That same cock held so lovingly in your fist?
Sometimes Harry Potter was a rather naive boy.
Draco moaned, he wasn’t holding anything back. He moved his hips and now that he had the use of his second hand again he grabbed the back of Harry’s head again. He broke the kiss for a moment and looked into Potter’s face. Searching it, realizing how hot the Gryffindor looked liked this and wondering if he would look even hotter when Draco fucked him next time. Next time? Did Draco want there to be a next time? The answer was yes, he did but he knew he shouldn’t.
To keep from having to think about next times he kissed Harry again, a possessive kiss it was like he was trying to claim the other boy. Harry was going to be his and his alone he decided right there and then.
The movements of his hips became harder, more purposeful, he was going to give the Golden boy an orgasm he never had before, one no one but Draco would ever be able to give him. He tightened his grip on Harry’s hand which made that they were tightening the grip on their cocks.
He released Harry’s lips again, “Cum for me, Harry.” He said with his voice full of sex and lust, his eyes locked on the other boy’s face. He had never called the dark haired boy Harry to his face until today and he probably wouldn’t in public.
Harry was oblivious to any possessive undertones contained in that kiss - and if he had realized it, it was hard to tell if he would mind very much, caught up in the heat of the moment, the touch of those full sensual lips on his. Funny how he had never thought of Draco Malfoy in that way before but now he could not think of anything else, could not feel anything else - and wanted nothing else but Draco's touch, to feel his body... to know him quite carnally. Ginny had certainly never tasted so good.
When Draco's eyes locked onto Harry's, something stirred inside of him - whether he would admit to it or not. He saw something there he'd never seen before, and it caused his heart to leap. This was not the moment to analyse that. Not at all.
But when he heard the lusty command in Draco's voice, suddenly nothing else mattered but instant obedience - which wasn't hard as he was finding it hard to hold back his orgasm as it was. He hadn't wanted to lose face by releasing first. But now it was allright, as it was ordained by Draco - by his master..... and he'd never admit to that himself.
And his ass cried out to be fucked by him, even now, with an ache that was hard to disguise. Harry cried out, "Oh Merlin," as he took Draco's lips, hard, his cock spewing forth its load onto their conjoined hands, stickly wetly, but oh how good it felt. And how very right...
Draco broke the kiss just to smirk, he couldn’t help himself, it was a self-satisfied smirk, he did that. He, Draco Malfoy, made Harry Potter, the saviour of the Wizardingworld, come. “Who made you feel so good?” He asked, he wanted to hear his name come from those lips. Not the hated ‘Malfoy’ that usually came from Harry’s mouth, he wanted to hear his first name spoken the way a lover would.
He stopped moving so he wouldn’t come yet, “Answer me and I will come for you.” He looked at Harry, it was hard not to move, it was hard not to come but he wanted to hear his Harry, yes HIS Harry, call him Draco.
"You did," Harry couldn't help the moan that issued from his throat, "Mal-....." He'd started to say Malfoy, of course, but something inside of him switched gears. "Draco," he amended. "You made me feel good." He didn't release Draco's cock, knowing the boy hadn't orgasmed yet, wanting to feel that orgasm, feel it pulse beneath his hand.
"Your turn," he murmured, "your turn to feel good...... Draco..... " Gods, how badly he wanted this, and so much more. What in Merlin's name had come over him?
Hearing his name was almost enough for Draco to come, he started to move his hips again, fucking their joined hands and rubbing his hard cock against Harry's spent one. He needed just a few trusts hearing the echo of his name as spoken by the Gryffindor.
With one last hard push he came, he spilled himself over their hands, covering Harry in his cum, marking him as his. He would figure out later why he wanted to have Harry Potter, why this bit of sexual fun didn't feel like it would be enough. "Harry..." He panted almost vulnerable.
"Draco," Harry repeated, the sound of his - lover's? - name almost sensual in and of itself upon his lips. He shuddered, coming down from his orgasm, and without thinking he reached for those lips again, seeking the taste of Draco Malfoy against his own, even as he wondered when they could do this again - and more. His traitorous brain was telling him that he could suck Draco's cock, taste him that way. That Draco could even fuck him, as he'd never been fucked before. But now he desperately wanted to be fucked by him and him alone.
Harry realized it would take some effort to walk away at this moment, as he wanted to stay where they were. Better yet, he wanted them to go the room of requirement and get completely naked and wrestle together, let their skin commune in oh so many ways.
What the hell was going on with him?
Draco didn't break the kiss, he knew he should. He shouldn't be wanting to kiss, this was just a random act, just sex and a way to humiliate Potter, right? Wrong! He knew that he had let something change during all this, not sure how it happened but it had happened and now he didn't want it any other way.
He knew that he had to break the kiss soon, he had to breath and they couldn't stay away much longer someone would come looking for them and if they couldn't find Harry there would be a big search-party out soon. Reluctantly he broke the kiss. "You are mine." He stated, nobody would taste or touch Harry but him.
Harry nodded dumbly, not trusting to his voice. What did that mean, really? To him, it meant that he didn't want to be touched by anyone but Draco - male or female. He was Draco's alone to touch. And he wanted so badly to be touched. And no, this was not the right time or place any longer. They were taking a chance as it was just by being here.
"When?" he asked, unable to leave their next meeting to chance. Knowing he had some research to do, to know what to expect. He wondered how much Draco knew of these things. It would be interesting to learn them together.
Draco reluctantly moved away and pulled his wand from his discarded clothes, a few simple cleaning spells were enough to remove the traces of what they had done. "Soon." He answered Harry's question picking up his clothes wondering why he didn't feel like dressing and leaving just yet. He looked at Harry. "Be ready for my owl."
He didn't act and look as cocky as he usually did when he dressed, could he have feelings for Potter? Could this be something close to love? He looked back at the Gryffindor and said again, "soon." Why did he feel the need to say these things? He shouldn't care about Harry's feelings, this started out as a way to hurt the dark haired boy that had declined Draco's friendship years ago but it ended up as something else, something Draco had to analyze later.
Harry's face was surely crimson, as he too began to slowly dress. He should have thought of cleaning spells himself. But he was too fixated on Draco Malfoy. Far too fixated. And far too hungry for more of the same. He could feel his cock already stirring. But they did not have the time, and he knew it.
"Good," he grunted, pretending indifference. His eyes came to rest on Draco's soft silky lips. Compared to him, Cho Chang was rough and displeasing. Ginny was untutored and childish. But Draco.... Draco felt incredible. Oh Merlin, why was his head spinning in this way? And where would it end?
When Draco was done dressing he looked as immaculate as always, the only thing that was proof of what just happened were his kiss-swollen lips. He knew he should just turn around and leave, he should just forget this happened and he should never ever sent that promised owl to tell Harry where to meet him for more, but he also knew that he would sent that owl and that he wouldn't forget what happened, he would probably need a few wanks between now and their next meeting while thinking of what just happened between him and Harry.
He just looked at Harry for a moment, he then turned to leave but stopped. He turned back and pulled Harry on one last possessive kiss, a kiss full of promise of what would happen the next time.
It was as if Harry had been anticipating this, wanting this, for he made no move to stop him, none whatsoever. And he moaned happily into that kiss, his fingers already anticipating so much more, as well as his mouth, and his virgin arse. Yes, he would have lots of reading to do, but he didn't mind that one bit.
Reluctantly Draco broke the kiss and stepped away, for a moment he looked at Harry, unsure what to do or say. "I'll owl you soon." He said as he turned getting back into his patented Malfoy attitude before starting to walk away. He had to walk away, he knew that people would start searching for them, if they hadn't started already but part of him didn't want to go because he wasn't sure if when he left this feeling what ever it was would not disappear.
Once Draco had disappeared from the loo once more, Harry sat down heavily upon the toilet seat, his head reeling, feeling as if he had just been punched in the gut - and he couldn't decide if this were a good thing or not. Even as he hoped that that owl from Draco came very very soon. He had a feeling he would have nothing else on his mind until it did.