It\'s Just Hormones... right?

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Chapter Title: Chapter 1 - Boys will be boys
Word Count: 1895
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17 (Please observe age restrictions in your country!)
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Masturbation
Summary: Harry and Draco are 16 year old boys, and we all know how wonderful hormones can be at that age. Things heat up between them when a chance encounter in the hall leaves Harry wondering about his rival
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry, Draco or anything else belonging to the great J.K. Rowling. No offence is intended in my stories, just having a bit of fun ^_^

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CHAPTER 1 - Boys will be boys

*The indistinct feelings of hands caressing, bodies writhing, voices whispering filling his mind, promising delights he had yet to experience. It didn\'t matter what it was, but it promised to be pleasurable...*

Harry woke up stretching in his bed. The feeling of his arousal pressing against his boxers made him grin a bit. He looked down at the sheets covering him to his waist, almost chuckling at the sight of the apex in his lap. Unfortunately, his best friend and room mate Ron decided to make an appearance at the side of his bed. Casting a short amused glance at the sheets, Ron plopped down on the bed, shaking Harry from his quiet reverie.

“Well, good morning to you too, sunshine. Feeling well today are we?” Ron grinned widely at his friend, obviously feeling quite witty.

“Piss off,” Harry mumbled to his friend, sitting up and swinging his legs off the side of the bed to take the focus off his obvious stimulation. “Morning wood happens, get over it.” Harry stretched languorously and yawned widely, running his fingers through his unruly hair. “At least I don\'t hump my bed in the middle of the night, moaning Hermione\'s name. \'Ohh yes \'Mione, you like that don\'t you. Ahh ye...\'” Harry was brought to a sudden halt in his teasing by a pillow directly to his face as Ron tackled him to the bed, smothering his attempt at humor.

“Stow it you git! Like I do that anyway. Bloody hell, I ought to suffocate you here and now.” Harry couldn\'t see his face but he could imagine a very red be-freckled Ron Weasley and laughed freely at his friends threat. After letting Ron have his revenge he pushed the pillow off his face and unceremoniously dumped his mate on the floor by pulling his sheet out from under him. Harry smirked at his friend as he picked himself off the floor, brushing at his clothes and stalking over to this own bed to pull on his clothes.

“I\'m gonna take a shower. Save me some pumpkin juice, alright?” Harry gathered up a towel and his bathing implements, heading for the bathroom.

“After that comment, you\'ll be lucky if I save you a crust of toast,” Ron mumbled unkindly, turning to stick his tongue out at Harry. He always acted like this if Harry mentioned his obvious attraction to Hermione, and it amused him to no end. He knew if he kept it up Ron would eventually grow a set and ask her out. Harry stretched again, still feeling the pleasant arousal aching at his lap and trotted quickly to the shower.

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Under the steaming hot water, Harry sighed quietly as his hand ran down his naked skin. He loved the feel of the shower caressing him like a second skin, running over his aching member and teasing him to a greater arousal. This had become ritual for the past few weeks, every morning after waking, needing to extract a greater orgasm than the day before. He finally allowed his fingers to trace the underside of his erection, pulling a tight moan from his lips. He let his other hand rest against the cool tile as his head dropped, watching his hand close over the heated, stretched skin squeezing slightly. He worked the pad of his thumb over the tip, feeling it covered in the slippery liquid oozing from the tiny hole.

His breathing came in quick gasps now, trying to keep his pleasure quiet so the other boys in the bathroom wouldn\'t hear. Not that he cared at the moment, he just didn\'t feel like another teasing today. Plus being interrupted at this moment would serve to get the intruder a quick bloody nose. He allowed his hand to pull at the hardened member in earnest now, feeling the quickening of his pulse in the vein on the underside of his cock. His head rested against the wall now as his other hand joined in the ministrations, grasping his sac lightly and rubbing in a circular fashion. A wicked thought occurred to him and he moved his hand further back so his finger was touching the puckered entrance of his small hole. He slid a wet finger against the tight opening, pushing it in slowly. His eyes came open in an instant and he found himself pushing against his finger to impale it up to his last knuckle. A quick moan escaped his lips and the hand stroking his arousal stilled as he fingered his hole, finding a new intense pleasure as his finger twisted to find a spongy mass and pushed against it over and over. He managed to fit another finger inside and pumped at the spot, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

His other hand resumed stroking at a frenzied pace now, his knees growing weaker and his breaths coming in desperate gulps. Finally he could stand the pressure no more and he felt himself climax, his ass clenching around his fingers as his cock squirted the thick, sticky pool of white into his palm. He removed his fingers and propped himself against the wall again, taking in deep gulps of air as he squeezed the last of his seed from his jumping member. Eyes closed, a small smile came to his lips. It was definatly better than yesterday.

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Harry came down from the Gryffindor dorm feeling quite refreshed. A 16 year old boy, his hormones beginning to really kick in and no other way to let it out, Harry had become quite adept at pleasuring himself. He never even really considered another way of release. The girls in his house probably would have jumped at the chance to be Harry Potters sex slave, but he didn\'t fancy using them in that way. Normally quite shy and reserved, it embarassed him to think of having a girl do those things to him. Besides, he was just to busy to form a relationship, especially if it ended up like Cho. So damn high maintenance and needy, he simply was unable to invest his emotions in something like that again. Maybe later in life, when he could take the time to really enjoy it he might decide to. But right now, his eyes lowered to the floor not really looking where he was going. He continued toward the Great Hall, distracted by his thoughts, and ran directly into one Draco Malfoy. He practically bowled over the blonde, losing his own balance and falling to the floor next to the Slytherin Head Boy.

“What the HELL, Potter? Watch where you\'re going you stupid git!” Malfoy growled as he picked himself off the floor, turning to glare at the still floor bound Harry.

“I wasn\'t the only blind one here,” Harry mumbled, rubbing his thigh where it had hit the floor hard. He knew the accident was his fault, but he would be damned if he admitted that. He moved to get up and was shocked by a hand offering to help him. Malfoy looked slightly distracted as he proffered his hand to the dark-haired boy, glancing back and forth down the corridor. He finally glanced down at Harry looking dumbly at his outstretched hand. “Jesus, Potter it\'s not a snake! Hurry up before someone sees us.” He shook his hand in front of Harry\'s face and finally the Seeker grasped it. Malfoy pulled him up with surprising ease, perhaps a bit too hard, and ended up pulling him flush into his own body. Harry\'s eyes widened slightly and Malfoy gasped as Harry came thigh to crotch with the shorter boy. There, pressing into his leg, was an extremely hard part of Malfoy\'s anatomy.

Harry jumped back, glaring at the blonde boy. “Jesus CHRIST Malfoy, what the hell was that all about?” He almost wiped his leg off at the feeling.

Malfoy effectively covering the redness of his face with his the ever present sneer. “Don\'t worry Pothead, it wasn\'t meant for you. I doubt you could turn on a dog in heat.” Malfoy turned abruptly and stalked away from Harry in the direction of the Slytherin dungeon. He seemed in a hurry whatever he was doing. Harry\'s mind wandered to what he had been doing this morning in the privacy of his shower and again felt Malfoy\'s erection against his thigh. This time he did wipe at his jeans absently, wondering if his guess was right. He almost chuckled at the thought on Malfoy needing to relieve himself the way Harry himself did. It suprised him to find that the normally stick ridgid Malfoy actually was capable of being turned on by anything. Smiling at this inner joke, he made his way to breakfast.

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Draco Malfoy rushed along the corridors toward his dorm rooms. Fucking Potter, running headlong into anything. Stupid git... His thoughts couldn\'t form a coherent insult for the boy, his body too bloody aroused for that. He finally gave up and continued to the trek to his room.

Finally aquiring the privacy he needed, his hand reached down under his waistband to grasp his cock, not bothering with teasing or stretching the pleasure. He needed relaese and NOW. He moved to his bed, spreading his legs so he could fondle his sac while roughly stroking himself, closing his eyes in concentration. His hand became coated in the seeping wetness from the tip, the only lubrication he needed. Bloody Potter, came the unbidden thought, rubbing up on me making this damn feeling worse... fucking disgusting, he berated himself. The idea that Harry Potter had come across him while even somewhat aroused made him shudder. Damn hormomes, damn sex, and damn Harry Bloody Potter!! He pupmed at his dick mercilessly now, blocking the raven-haired boy from his thoughts, not allowing himself to think of anything else but his hand on his throbbing dick. He clutched at it, squeezing till it hurt, needing the extra bit of pain to banish his thoughts completely, needing to lose himself in the pleasure. Fianlly, he groaned as he came in his hand, body jerking in response to the climax.

He removed his hand quickly and cleaned himself off, all business again. His body revolted him, becoming aroused at the stupidest things. Today it had been a dream, waking him up with an aching arousal he had tried to ignore, unsucessfully. Once he bumped into that... he couldn\'t even think of it without shuddering. The friction from Potter\'s thigh had an unfortunate effect on him. He kept telling himself it WASN\'T Potter who turned him on in the first place, he had nothing to do with it. Just a natural stimulation to touch, thats all. As if that idiot could actually stimulate him. It was usually seeing other students snogging in the hallways, or reading about animals coupling in Care of Magical Creatures. No matter the reason, he was sick of how his body responded. He was a Malfoy! He didn\'t give in to the desires of the body, weaknesses meant for other, lesser, people. He quickly checked his reflection in the mirror, smoothing a few stray hairs back into place, and leaving the room and it\'s secrets behind.

He would, however, need to deal with the other boy. It wouldn\'t do for him to go blabbing around what had happened.

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