Interhouse Relations

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, nudity, and explicit sexuality. Reader discretion is advised.




Have you ever been so hot you perspire in droves, yet so cold your bones feel like they will crack and fall apart as you shiver all at the same time? If you have you know how Harry was feeling at this precise moment. He was trying to sleep but having no luck. If he flung the blanket off he would freeze to death, but if he kept it on he would drown in his own sweat. It had been like that since dinner in the Great Hall. Finally, with a groan of frustration he did fling the blanket from his body and jumped out of bed. He snatched up his long bath robe and swung it about his shoulders, then jammed his feet into his slippers. Lastly, since it’s always good to see, he grabbed his glasses from the night stand and fixed them on his nose.

He looked around the room, staring at the four other beds that comfortably laid his dorm mates. They seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully. Harry cursed them for their slumber, then he cursed himself for his lack there of. He moaned ever so slightly as he looked down at his bulging pants. That was one of the most embarrassing things of being a teenage boy. The queer thing though, it usually drifted away after a few moments of being awake. It appeared this was a permanent effect on this early morning.

He quietly tiptoed to the bathroom and stepped to the loo. Maybe a good old fashioned piss would drain the monster, so to speak. Have you ever had a hard on when you tried to take a leak? If you have, you might understand Harry’s problem. Aiming wasn’t as easy as it usually was. Muttering some more curses under his breath at the disobedient spewing beast, Harry cleaned up the floor with a wad or two of toilet paper and threw it into the bowl. Shrugging his shoulders, he resigned himself to only one possible release from this nightly torment.

He went for a walk.

Of course, he grabbed his invisibility cloak before heading out. It would be bad to be caught out of bed, wandering the halls so late at night (or early in the morning), but it would be even more devastating to be caught with the erection he still sported. The damn thing wouldn’t go away. Even the thought of being caught by Filch didn’t ease the blood flow south. Harry was not just a bit surprised to find his prick throbbed harder. Not of Filch per se, but of being caught, being seen in such a state.

Harry figured he would head down to the kitchens and ask the house elves for a hot toddy and then go back to bed. Hopefully the warm cuppa would be enough to ease his troubles and let him once again drift off to Never Never Land.

It was rather eerie walking through the castle at night. All the candles were extinguished and the gloom of the night permeated everything. It seemed there was no light at all. There was no moonlight streaming in through the windows nor were there any stars to be seen in the sky. It was lucky Harry had such good vision, when he wore his glasses at any rate.

Finally making it to the main floor, Harry turned to go down the stairs towards the kitchen, but stopped as he heard a noise. He strained his ears. When he was fairly certain the noise had been the work of his dull and tired mind, he resumed his descent for the warm relaxing beverage, and hopefully peace from this night.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs and turning to his right down the corridor, he came up short when he collided with another bedraggled teen. “What in bloody blue blazes…” Draco Malfoy exclaimed. The cup he had been carrying crashed to the floor with an ear splitting clatter causing both boys to look around in horror. Any minute now Mrs. Norris, Filch, or worst of all, Snape would appear. There was no doubt in either of their minds. It was a given.

Harry grabbed Draco’s wrist and yanked him through a small wooden door and closed it behind them. The Boy Who Lived yanked off his cloak to the look of surprise on the blonde teen’s face. Seeing as Draco was about to shout something profane at him, Harry quickly clamped his hand over the Slytherin’s mouth. It was lucky he did as they heard a loud meow at the door. Draco was the quicker of the two then, and reached over and locked the door just as they heard Filch shuffle over to the evidence of a students’ wanderings. Both boys listened carefully as the broken mug was pushed around with a heavy foot.

“So, a student is out of bed,” Filch drawled in his icy voice. “He couldn’t have gotten far, eh Mrs. Norris.” Both boys stopped breathing when they realized that the caretaker was standing right in front of their hiding place. They tensed, fear racing through their hearts as the handle began to turn. Draco and Harry shared a desperate look. With a start, the two boys flinched as the door shook with the effort to open it. The lock held and the door remained closed. “We’ll catch the rotter, pretty Mrs. Norris. Mark my words.” The cat agreed with a meow as the sound of shuffling feet soon disappeared.

Both boys exhaled slowly, letting the breath they had been holding together, go. Draco turned to look at Harry, his eyes narrowing wickedly. In a fierce whisper, Draco hissed “What are you on about Potter?”

“Nothing!” Harry whispered angrily back. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Neither could I.”

They scowled at each other in the dim light that edged its way in through the bottom of the door. Finally Harry broke eye contact and looked around the cupboard. It was just a little storage cabinet holding some boxes and other dusty items that weren’t of any interest to the boys. When he sat down he looked over at Draco. He was in his pyjamas also, but unlike Harry’s, which were several sizes too big and looked more like tent material then comfortable sleeping attire, Draco was dressed in fine silk. In the Slytherin colours of course. Even his robe was made of velvet and shimmered in the bit of light. Draco put his hands on his hips and was about to utter some insult or other at Harry when he stopped.

His robe had come open and Harry was staring with wide eyed shock at the uncomfortable bulge in the blonde boy’s pants. Draco blushed crimson and snatched his robe closed. “Damn you Potter,” Draco snarled, but his voice held a slight tinge of fear behind the anger. “Now I suppose you have something to tell your little friends. How mean arrogant Malfoy had a huge boner in your presence. Go on then, laugh. Laugh your frigging head off.”

Harry was shocked by this outburst. Sure he was surprised by the other boy’s predicament but he had never thought about telling anyone. After all, he was in the same boat. “Look Malfoy, I don’t care if you have a boner or not. I just want to get to bed. It was a giant mistake to come down here.”

“Too bloody right,” Draco said sadly. He looked up to Harry then. “Why exactly were you down here?”

“Same as you I suspect. To get a hot toddy. Something to help me sleep.” Draco nodded. “It was just a bit of bad luck that we both decided to come down at the exact same time,” Harry said with a rueful smile.

Draco shot an angry look at Harry. He stepped over and grabbed Harry by the throat and hoisted him up. “If you think about telling anyone about this…” His voice trailed off as he felt something hard and long press against his leg. He looked down and saw that Harry’s tatty old robe had fallen open and pressing against his leg was Harry’s own embarrassment. “What the Hell?”

With Draco’s distraction, Harry pushed him away and pulled his own robe closed. Now it was his turn to be coloured by a blush. “Now we both have something to be bloody embarrassed about.”

A smirk appeared on Draco’s face. “Are you turned on by me Potter?” His chuckle rankled Harry. “You like a little slap and tickle secreted away in a dirty old cupboard?”

“Sod off Malfoy,” Harry exclaimed, his voice raw with the effort of not screaming. “I’ve had this all bloody night. Can’t get rid of it.” Harry was beginning to sweat. It was beginning to be an effort to think.

“Why didn’t you just wank, you git?”

“Why didn’t you?”

Draco looked down. Smiling a little, he looked up at Harry with mischief in his eyes. “Maybe I did.” He stepped closer to Harry who tried to back away, but the wall blocked him. “Perhaps I’m just so turned on by you that I’m all hard again.”

Harry couldn’t think clearly. Did Draco Malfoy just say that he might be turned on by him? A red haze filled Harry’s vision. He was covered in sweat. His heart was beating wildly and he was having trouble breathing. It was a dream. It had to be. Malfoy wouldn’t be talking like this if it wasn’t. He wouldn’t be removing his robe. He wouldn’t be stepping closer.

“Come on Potter,” Draco said in a low husky voice. Harry noticed his brow had a sheen of perspiration to it also. “It appears you want something and I don’t think it’s a cuppa anymore.”

Harry gave a small squeak of surprise as Draco ran his fingers over the front of his pyjamas. “What… what are you doing?” Harry asked in a daze. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

Draco looked expectantly at Harry. His own heart was racing and his breath came in short gasps. “Do you want me to stop?” Draco asked, a hint of fear in his voice. Wrapping his fingers around Harry’s flannel covered prick, Draco whispered hoarsely, “It seems you don’t want me to.”

“No,” Harry cried out in a strangled moan. “I do. I, ah, want…”

“What do you want Potter?” Draco stared into Harry’s eyes. With his hand still wrapped tightly about Harry, Draco was breathing heavier and more ragged. Electricity seemed to spark between cold blue and emerald green eyes. Fire burned in their veins. With a sudden rush, Harry grabbed Draco’s neck and pulled him forward for a crushing kiss. Their lips parting and sucking as their tongues duelled for supremacy.

“Holy shit!” Draco groaned as Harry grabbed his cock through the silk. They rubbed each other, stroking each other’s length frantically. Still their tongues battled. It wasn’t like it was on the Quidditch pitch. There, they both knew Harry was the master. All Draco could do was try to keep up. But here, in the cupboard, there was no master. They both pushed at each other and groped and pawed at each other. It was desperate and anxious. And it wasn’t helping.

“Take off your clothes Malfoy,” Harry muttered as he broke away from Draco. With growing tension, Harry tore off his pyjamas and was soon standing naked before the blonde teen. Draco was still fully clothed, shocked into immobility. Harry quickly pushed his lips to Draco’s and shoved his tongue into the other boy’s mouth. Draco moaned as he sucked Harry’s probing muscle.

As they kissed, Harry began to quickly unbutton Draco’s pyjamas. The pale skin was exposed as The Boy Who Lived pushed his robe and shirt off. Harry swiftly turned Draco around to push him against the wall and kissed down his neck and chest. Draco sighed heavily and clutched at the messy hair of Harry. When Harry ran his tongue over a pink nipple, Draco growled in pleasure.

Draco’s senses were reeling. Never had he felt anything so powerful. The dirty dusty smell of the cupboard was overshadowed by the thick scent of arousal, of sex. All he could feel was the blood pumping through his veins and converging in his prick. His balls were heavy with his growing need to explode.

Harry was beyond reason. Who cared that the guy before him was his greatest nemesis at the school? Who cared that he was even with another boy? All he could think about was satisfying his hunger, releasing his pent up need for relief.

When the cool air hit Draco’s naked prick, he let out a tiny shriek. It felt so good that it was almost painful. His fingers wound their way into Harry’s hair as the Gryffindor wizard grabbed onto the stiff rod with his hot hand. As Harry began to pump his hand up and down the length of him, Draco was forced to shut his eyes or risk passing out from the intensity of the wonderful friction. It was infinitely more wonderful than anything Draco had felt before. That is, until Harry wrapped his lips around the straining cock.

“Dammit Potter,” Draco cried. “I’m going to cum. Oh fucking Hell, I’m going to cum!” And cum he did. The blast of hot jism into Harry’s mouth caught him by surprise and he coughed and gagged slightly. Some of the salty liquid slid down his throat and soothed his belly. Using his tongue to clean Draco’s still raging prick, Harry slurped and sucked down more of the teen’s cum. “Oh Merlin! Where did you learn to do that? Are you really a closet case? That stunt with Chang last year a ruse?”

“Screw you Malfoy,” Harry stated as he slowly rose to his feet. His mouth captured Draco’s again and Harry shared some of the flavour he had just experienced. Draco sucked greedily at Harry’s tongue and lips, drinking his own seed from the other teen.

“I hope that’s your plan Potter,” Draco hummed. Draco knelt down in front of Harry. Drawing in an awed breath, Draco slid his smooth fingers along the purple headed shaft. The velvety feel of Harry’s prick sent shivers of anticipation through Draco.

Harry shivered too. No one had ever touched him like that before. No one had ever touched him before, period. It was intense. It was electrifying. It was Heaven. When Draco ran his tongue around the head of Harry’s purple monster, he shuddered, his whole body quaking. Draco laughed as he felt the tremble and he slowly closed his mouth around Harry. Harry groaned loudly and thrust deeper into Draco’s mouth. The hard cock hit the back of his throat, but Draco didn’t gag. Instead, his jaw relaxed and allowed Harry to slide deeper. Slowly, Draco pulled back letting the cock slip out of his mouth with a wet pop.

“Who has the skills now Malfoy?” Harry breathed in amazement. Draco just smiled up at him.

Before the Slytherin could close his mouth over Harry’s needy cock again, Harry pulled him up and shoved his tongue into his mouth. They grappled together, taking each other’s breath away. Draco pulled away and spun around. Shoving his arse out at Harry, he looked over his shoulder and ordered, “Fuck me Potter.”

“What?” Harry exclaimed dumbfounded.

Draco chuckled. “Shove that cock of yours in my arse. Hurry it up will you.”

Harry looked down at his throbbing cock and then at Draco’s round ass. He could see the puckered asshole and it seemed to wink at him, inviting him to fill it. Smiling hungrily, Harry grabbed up his wand and said “Lubricus,” coating his cock with lubrication for the coming intrusion.

Draco shivered in anticipation upon hearing the incantation. He cock swayed in front of him and he grasped it in a tight fist and began to pump it furiously. His head rested against the wall and he moaned as he pleasured himself. He froze as he felt Harry probe his ass with a finger. Harry smeared some lubrication over the orifice and slowly pushed a finger in. Draco sighed as the finger sank into him and his cock jumped upright.

When Harry removed his finger, Draco felt emptier. “Damn it Potter, will you shove that cock of yours inside me already.”

Putting his hand on Draco’s shoulder, Harry placed the head of his prick against Draco. “As you wish Malfoy.” With a quick thrust, a loud grunt, and a smacking slurping noise, Harry was buried inside Draco. They moaned in unison, grinding against each other. Draco braced himself against the wall with both hands as he pushed back against Harry. Harry gripped Draco’s shoulders as he drove himself deep into him. Their bodies smacked together noisily.

“Oh fuck Potter. Oh fuck.” Draco muttered, the mantra continuing and growing more urgent with each thrust.

Harry couldn’t form words. He grunted and gasped as his cock pumped inside Draco’s body. It was so tight and squeezed against him. Laying his head on Draco’s shoulder, he reached around and took hold of Draco’s prick. A high keening moan erupted from Draco at the dual sensations. The teen knew he couldn’t take much more.

Harry couldn’t take much more either. His balls were beginning to tighten and his cock throbbed. It would only be a matter of moments before he came. He didn’t want to cum alone though. Tightening his hold on Draco’s cock, he began to slide his hand faster along his length, even as his thrusts into his body grew faster. They were both breathing hard, short bursts of air that filled the room with heat. They were both dripping sweat, their bodies sliding against one another.

“Fucking Hell, I’m going to cum,” Draco shouted. “Don’t stop Potter. Don’t stop.”

And stop Harry did not do. He slammed into Draco over and over, feeling his own pulsing need boil to the surface. He bit into Draco’s shoulder as the boy in front of him gasped, his orgasm racing through his veins and forcing his cock to shoot his seed into the wall before him. Draco felt his body shudder with wave after wave of pleasure.

As Draco came, his body clenched tightly around Harry. Harry cried out and jammed deep into Draco’s ass. With the force of a dam bursting, Harry let loose a torrent of cum into Draco’s bowels, coating the teen with hot sticky jism. Harry thumped his head against Draco’s shoulder and panted for breath.

They panted together, Harry still joined with Draco by his softening prick. Draco was the first to recover and roughly shoved Harry away. “Get off me Potter.” He turned around to face Harry and sneered at him. “Don’t think we’re friends now that we shagged.”

Harry scoffed at the idea. “As if. I wouldn’t be caught dead in the company of a self righteous prig like you Malfoy.”

They stared at each other for long minutes. If you had just had the most intense, earth quaking shag of your life, even if it was with someone you despised, would you be able to just walk away? Neither could the two boys. Draco stepped forward with a quickness that took Harry’s breath away. Draco then stole it again when his lips sealed against Harry’s. They grappled and tussled and moaned. They sucked and licked and gasped for air. Draco slapped Harry.

“Don’t let me catch you looking at another boy Potter. I will castrate you. I will cut off your balls and feed them to that owl of yours. I will….” His threat was cut off by Harry’s lips. It seemed Harry enjoyed kissing Draco. It was the only time he could get the ponce to shut up.

“Let’s go to bed,” Harry stated with authority.

Draco’s eyes went wide. “We can’t.”

Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Not with each other you prat. To our own beds. I think I can sleep a bit now.” He looked down at his prick as it swung lazily between his balls. He then looked at Draco’s. It too was soft and limp.

“Yeah, I could do for a sleep too.”

They dressed in silence and then opened the cupboard door slowly. Peering out, they were relieved to see no evidence of the cat, the prat or the git. They stepped out into the hall and looked at each other. Harry smiled first and stepped into Draco’s embrace. They shared yet another kiss, this one surprisingly tender. “I think I might need something to relax me tomorrow night also,” Harry commented.

“Yeah, I’ve been having difficulty sleeping this week too,” Draco stated. “Something to relax me sounds about right.”

They smiled. They turned and disappeared down the corridors of Hogwarts, going to their respective beds for some hard earned sleep. If you had just been fucked rigorously you would be tired too.

Albus Dumbledore stepped out of the shadows and smiled merrily. Minerva McGonagall materialized at his side. “Was it wise to spike their dinners so, Albus?” the Transfiguration teacher asked.

The Headmaster looked at the witch with a twinkle in his eyes. “Of course Minerva. The sorting hat did mention that inter house relations needed to improve after all.”

“But to give the two boys such a strong aphrodisiac. They’re so young!”

“Ah, but you forget, my dear, how young you were when we first met.” He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her on the lips. The old witch blushed and fanned her neck with a wrinkled hand. “They just needed a push in the right direction. It will be a shock to some, but in the end, it will be well worth the risk. In the end.”