Young Hogwarts - Draco & Harry II
Who: Draco and Harry When: a few nights later What: longings, desires Rating: NC17
Harry was not able to get Draco Malfoy out of his head, he haunted every waking moment, and most of the night, as well. Ever since their encounter in the boys' loo. He knew he shouldn't want the tyrannical blond in the way that he did, but conversely he couldn't help himself. It was as if Malfoy had awakened something latent within him, something Harry had been completely aware of, this desire for other boys. He had never felt anything quite like it before, but it explained so very much - such as his willingness to give up Ginny so easily, the way he had gotten over Cho, the lack of anything for Hermione other than friendship. But there had never been a boy before Draco that had caused him to feel these thing deep inside of him. Certainly not Ron, his best friend, for which Harry was greatly relieved. That was potentially awkward, that. Besides, Ron and Hermione were obviously smitten with one another, so that was that.
But Draco.... that was something else entirely.
Visions of the platinum young aristocrat filled his vision, and memories of his touch, the way their cocks had felt together, the way Draco had made him cum so easily, and then he had cum himself. In the dark of the night, Harry relived those moments, his hand stroking himself to release, imagining it was Draco's lips he kissed, Draco with his beautiful cock buried deep inside of Harry's arse. When did he start thinking Draco's cock was beautiful? Since he'd touched it, no doubt. And Merlin how badly he wanted to touch it again.
But wanking was no substitute for the real thing, after all, and tonight Harry didn't even feel like that. So, instead, he rose from his bed, being careful not to awaken any of his dormmates, and using his cloak, he sneaked outside of the school, to the quidditch pitch, and wished that Draco were there with him.
Draco had fought the thoughts of Harry from the moment he left the loo after their encounter. He had tried everything to get Potter out of his mind, to get back to the time he just hated the Gryffindor. Sometimes in quiet times his evil mind dared to think that he never hated Potter that from the first time he saw him he had just wanted him, but when he got to his senses he had convinced himself that that was nonsense and that he had hated the boy.
It was so confusing he had promised to owl Harry and several times he had almost done so. He had written owls and tossed them in the fireplace, one time Pansy had almost caught him but she hadn't dared to ask a thing when he had glared at her.
Of course there were his parents, he loved them and he knew they loved him. He was sure that if he decided to get a boyfriend they wouldn't really judge him, that is as long as that boyfriend was anyone but Harry Potter.
He had stayed out on the Quidditch pitch, he had been going over everything in his mind again, how this wasn't something he should or could want. He should just not think about how good Harry felt, how good he tasted... this was where his thoughts drifted away and he got hard he was just about to find a warmer place to wank to the memories for the very last time (every time he did this he told himself that he wouldn't wank to the memories and fantasies he had about Harry again) when he heard someone coming over.
He felt his presence before he saw him - it raised the hair on the back of his neck. Harry swallowed hard, a shiver running through his frame - was it anticipation perhaps? It was Draco, he knew it was. Draco that was causing this frisson of pleasure that was running up and down his spine, this moan that would even now escaping from his lips without forethought of any sort - would he recall it if he could? What purpose would that serve? It could not disguise the fact that Harry Potter wanted Draco Malfoy - wanted him so very badly that he could taste it.
His traitorous body urged him onward, disregarding whatever his brain might tell him. His second brain was in charge now. And there he was - blond hair gleaming magnificently neath the light of the moon. When had he grown so tall - and so very handsome?
And why did Harry's lips part so naturally, as if expecting to be kissed at any moment.
"Draco....." he said, rather breathily, unsure just what to say next.
Draco didn't know what to do when he realized it was Harry walking over to him. He wanted Harry there but he also didn't want him there, how would he be able to convince himself he didn't want the Gryffindor. He looked at the dark hair and those green eyes hidden behind those horrible glasses and his cock grew even harder.
"Harry." He said as he moved closer, trying to not to jump the other boy and ravage him. He stopped, he shouldn't want this, he shouldn't even talk to Potter... Harry... no Potter! It should be Potter, Potter was someone he could hate again, but Harry... he sighed and looked down. He was in so much trouble.
"I couldn't sleep," Harry said, his hair whipping across his face as he gazed at the other boy. He raised one hand to hold it back and instead found himself cupping the pale cheek of Draco Malfoy instead. Then somehow, without any further considertion, he had leaned in toward him and their lips were joined in a tight kiss.
Draco was about to protest, really he was going to stop Harry because he knew that this shouldn't happen, not again. Of course once his lips touched those soft Gryffindor lips he was lost. He threw all sensible thoughts out of the proverbial window and returned the kiss. Who cared if this was wrong, he would deal with wrong tomorrow, because after tonight this was not going to happen again. Denial is such a great thing.
Harry's mind was in complete and utter turmoil, even as he pressed his lips against those of Draco Malfoy. He shouldn't be doing this, he really shouldn't - and yet he couldn't have stopped himself from doing it if he'd tried. His hands were fluttering aimlessly along Draco's back and then suddenly he found himself cupping his arse, their bodies coming into even closer contact, and he knew he wanted more - much more. He wanted more than they had achieved the last time. He wanted to wrestle with Draco nakedly, bare skin touching bare skin, wanted to explore every inch of his pale body, kissing, licking, sucking, whatever there was to do he wanted to do it.
And before he could hold the words inside he had blurted out, "Merlin I want you to fuck me so badly....."
Draco had lost himself in Harry... again. It felt good, his body screamed for more even though he knew that this should not happen. At Harry's words Draco froze for a moment. "You..." He started, he never was lost for words, besides when in doubt always say something nasty, but that was not what he wanted to do now. "Really?" He looked the other boy straight in the eyes, for the first time ever showing Harry that he had a venerable side.
"Really," Harry said, not bothering to dissemble - his need was too great to play their usual games. He didn't know why this was happening, and right this moment it didn't really matter. All he knew was that there was something very real happening between himself and Draco Malfoy, and he simply wanted to feel the other boy's cock buried deep inside of him, wanted to be fucked as he'd never been fucked before.
The thought of fucking Harry, of having his cock buried inside the dark haired boy's arse made Draco grow even harder. He pulled the other boy into another hard kiss, putting his hands on Harry's hips and pulling him as close as he could rubbing his covered hardness against the Gryffindor's obvious bulge.
Harry moaned as he ground himself into Draco's erection. Why be subtle? He wanted it, and it was simply too obvious. "Where?" he managed to gasp. "Room of requirement?" That would be the simplest solution, although he was tempted to let Draco take him right here and now on the quidditch field. Down and dirty. Hard and fast.
MERLIN! Fuck me now he silently begged.
For a moment Draco just thought about it all, they could go to the Room of Requirement, or maybe even the head boy bathroom. He decided against it, he pulled Harry under the bleachers, put up a privacy spell and a spell to keep their little space warm. “Don’t want to walk.” He said simply before pulling the Gryffindor close again.
This wasn't exactly the way Harry had thought his first time with sex would go, but at this moment, he didn't really give a damn either. He simply covered Draco's lips with his own, his body squirming against the Slytherin's needily, wanting to be possessed by him, needing to be possessed, and desiring him very very badly.
Although a blanket would certainly not have gone amiss either. But maybe....
He opened his eyes, glanced around, saw a stray textbook which had apparently been lost there years ago, and used a wandless spell to transfigure it into a blanket. "There," he panted, "we can use that...."
Draco had wanted to protest when Harry had broken the kiss but when he saw the blanket appear he had to agree that it had been a good idea. With out even asking he started to move with Harry toward the blanket, “Next time transfigure the book into a bed.” He said trying to sound like the ‘old’ Draco but failing miserably, he didn’t care about it though; all he wanted was to be inside the boy who lived.
Next time. Why did those words fill Harry with a certain elation, just in knowing there would be a next time? Because he knew this longing, this yearning, this need, wasn't going to go away any time soon. And he wanted to keep on being fucked by Draco for as long as possible.
He fell onto the blanket, pulling Draco atop him, his hands reaching for the boy's trousers already, sliding beneath the waistband so that he could touch him, boldly wrapping his hand about that beautiful cock that was going to be inside of him very shortly. It gave off a definite heat, and somehow Harry knew that it would feel very good.
Draco didn’t, for a moment, know what to say or do; he just stared into Harry’s eyes and enjoyed the other boy’s hands on his cock. He then knew exactly what to do, he grabbed his want and undressed them both completely with one spell, thank Merlin for the library.
He looked into Harry’s eyes for a few moments longer, lust clearly visible in his own stormy grey ones, then he quickly captured the Gryffindor’s lips with his own, demanding entrance with his tongue. He was going to show Harry with his tongue what was in store for his arse later.
Harry was becoming bolder now, meeting Draco's tongue with his own as he continued to stroke his erection. His first brain was out of the picture, his second brain was firmly in control and it was tell him full speed ahead, everyone else be damned. He couldn't stop to think that this was what was supposed to be his hated enemy, or wonder what his family might say - not even Sirius.
And somewhere in the back of his mind, he began to think that what he was feeling was more than desire, but he pushed that thought away for the moment.
Harry’s bold response made Draco harder then he already was, not that he didn’t like being top, he was the bossy type after all, but he didn’t want someone to just lay there and take it. He needed to feel wanted, desired, needed and the way the dark haired boy responded to him told him that all three of those things were true.
He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Harry’s mouth and pulling it out again as if he was fucking it. He moved his hips in the same demanding pace in his lover’s hand. Harry was Draco’s lover, he wasn’t sure what the consequences were of that but he didn’t care.
What Draco was doing to his mouth made the possibilities for all other activities seem that much more wonderful and Harry moaned all the louder as the platinum blond tongue-fucked his mouth, as he continued to caress his cock. However he was mindful that if Draco came like this, he wouldn't be able to come inside of him. So he broke the kiss long enough to murmur, "Do you have any lube with you?"
Harry Potter was one to do his homework, after all. Not the sort to go into a situation blindly.
This had been a chance meeting, Draco hadn’t even planned on letting this happen, he had wanted to be the sensible Malfoy heir who found himself a nice pureblood girl to marry and have little heirs of his own. This being a chance meeting meant that he had nothing like lube with him, or had he? He actually might have something, “Oil for broom care.” He said, he had been taking care of it earlier that day and the jar was still in the pocket of his robes. The way he had stroked his broom handle had actually reminded him of the first encounter he and Harry had.
Clueless if the oil to rub into the wooden handle of a broom would even work when having sex he moved of the Gryffindor and toward his robes, he fumbled with the garment not able to find the pocket as quickly as he wanted too.
Harry wasn't sure about broom oil either, but oil was oil, wasn't it? And it seemed reasonable that if one could use it to take care of broom wood, then surely it would work on his wood, which was much softer?
If Draco didn't hurry with that lube and stick it in him, Harry thought he would surely explode with desire. With a triumphant grin Draco turned back to Harry, “got it.” He moved back toward the Gryffindor, he looked at the naked beauty and licked his lips without even thinking. He knew what he wanted, he wanted it all, all of Harry and more specific he wanted to be inside the boy who lived right now. Knowing what you want is a good start, knowing how it is done made it easier but having to do it was something completely different.
“Have you done this before?” He asked hoping he didn’t sound as pathetic as he felt.
"No," Harry had to admit, "but don't worry, I'll catch on quick. And I've been reading," he added, almost as an afterthought, before blurting out the words that were foremost on his mind, "You're fucking sexy, Draco...."
He hoped he didn't sound as girly as he thought he did. Draco was just about to tell Harry that he had never done this before either, when the Gryffindor blurted out how sexy he thought Draco was. The blond actually blushed, he usually was pretty sure of himself but this compliment at this moment in time caught him a bit of guard. “I know…” He tried for a typical Draco-smirk but probably failed miserably.
He looked at the oil for a bit and then at Harry’s arse, the thought of what they were going to do was turning him on. He opened the bottle of oil and covered his fingers, he might not have read tons of books on the technical side of sex between men he had studied up a bit and knew he had to prepare Harry first.
Harry knew precisely what Draco was doing and why, and although his sphincter muscles weren't exactly doing a dance at the thought of the intrusion that was about to take place in an area normally used for expulsion, his libido was quite excited at the prospect. He found himself licking his lips unconsciously, in anticipation of what was to come. His breathing was more rapid than usual, and suddenly he understand what Sirius meant when he talked about being high on life, instead of drugs. Harry felt rather high right now, and about to go higher.