Smokin' Hot

Disclaimer: I solemly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: I was watching VH1 100 One Hit Wonders and the song Smokin' in the Boy's Room was on there. I just couldn't resist! :)


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Harry sighed as he felt gravity pulling his head toward the desk once more. His teacher, Mr. Binns, was droning on and on about European History, and Harry just couldn’t take it anymore.

Beside him, his best friend, Hermione, elbowed him sharply in the side, and he merely scowled at her, letting his head fall completely onto his elbows. He felt his eyes drifting closed and knew he wasn’t going to make it to the end of class.

Ignoring Hermione’s glare, he raised his hand and waited to be acknowledge.

Mr. Binns glanced up and looked quite surprised to see a hand in the air. “Yes, Mr. Porter?” he asked in his gravelly voice.

“May I be excused?” Harry asked. “I need to use the restroom.”

Binns blinked and waved his hand in agreement. Harry gave an internal sigh of relief and pushed his chair back, getting up and making his way toward the door.

As he pushed it open, he heard Binns resume his monotonous lecture. Harry just shook his head and let the door shut behind him.

As he made his way slowly down the hallway of his high school, he passed posters for the Senior Prom, elections for the next year’s social elites, and advertisements for local bands.

Harry didn’t particularly like his high school, but he didn’t really have a choice. His aunt and uncle had chosen it for him, forcing him to attend, even though he would rather have gone to the school both his parents had attended, Hogwarts High. Unfortunately, his parents weren’t alive to help him in his quest.

Luckily, even though he went to the local high school, he’d managed to make good friends, Ron and Hermione, even if Hermione was pushy and obsessed with schoolwork sometimes.

Harry was just about to the bathroom when he passed a tall, dark-haired boy going in the opposite direction. He recognized the boy as Blaise Zabini, vice-president of the National Honor Society at the school.

Harry kept his gaze down as they passed each other. He was an average student and people like Blaise never seemed to notice him; they always swept right past, talking and laughing, telling intelligent jokes.

Harry only knew his name from Hermione, who was the secretary for the National Honor Society. She always told him everything, whether he wanted to hear it or not, about the meetings. He had a sneaking suspicion it was her way of trying to convince him to care more about his studies. Personally, he could care less about his studies. He knew it was important and did try, but he wasn’t particularly concerned with his grades.

Blaise passed right by without a glance, just as Harry had suspected. What he didn’t see, though, was Blaise turn around at the corner and watch Harry approach the restroom door. He also missed the devious smirk on Blaise’s face as he pushed open the door and disappeared inside.

Harry pushed open the door and walked into the small, semi-dingy restroom. As the door swung shut behind him, he heard a voice.

“Back again, Blaise?” The voice was low and sounded quite relaxed. “Thought you said you had class. I knew you couldn’t resist.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the voice. He moved forward cautiously, wondering who would be in the bathroom during the middle of class. As he came to the last stall, he peered in carefully and was surprised at what he saw.

A boy sat on top of the back of the toilet, his feet resting on the seat. He was leaning back against the wall, looking incredibly relaxed. His blond hair was stylishly mussed and his dark green shirt looked wrinkled, but perfectly so, as if it had been made that way. In his hand was a half-smoked cigarette, completing the look.

Slowly, the boy raised the cigarette to his mouth and took a long drag. The smoke was blown slowly out and the boy turned his head, catching sight of Harry’s surprised expression.

The boy didn’t appear surprised or embarrassed at being caught smoking on school grounds, in the bathroom no less. Instead, he merely flicked the cigarette, sending a tiny bit of ash onto the wall. He raised an eyebrow and took another drag of the cig, blowing the smoke over Harry’s head.

Harry was in momentary shock for a moment, taken in by the boy’s appearance. Finally, he pulled himself back to his senses and tried to say something to break the silence. “Aren’t you… the president of the National Honor Society?” he asked.

The boy took a deliberately long pause, still appearing completely unconcerned by the conversation. Finally, he replied, his voice drawling and sarcastic. “So?”

Harry didn’t know how to respond. His eyes, instead, were drawn to the boy’s pouty lips as he took another long drag of the cigarette. Harry didn’t know what to do. He had never expected to find the Honor Society president skipping class and smoking in the boy’s room.

“Aren’t you that Harry Potter boy?” the blond boy drawled finally, saving Harry from having to come up with a response.

“Yes…” Harry replied slowly. He wondered vaguely how this boy knew his name, when Harry didn’t even know his. “How did you—”

“You're friends with Granger, right?” the boy interrupted him, looking uncaring and bored as he flicked the end of his cigarette again.

“Oh, right,” Harry said, wondering how he could have forgotten that.

“Right,” the boy replied. “I’m Draco Malfoy, by the way.” Draco wasn’t looking at Harry, but instead gazing over his head at the mirror on the opposite wall.

Harry swallowed hard, his eyes trailing over the boy. They followed Draco’s fingers as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth.

After exhaling the smoke, Draco’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and he didn’t miss how Harry’s eyes followed its progress. His mouth curled into a barely noticeable smirk and his eyes moved slowly to Harry.

He looked Harry up and down, noticing the blush that was creeping up Harry’s neck. His eyes lingered over Harry’s dark messy hair, his brilliant green eyes, and full pink lips. He knew Harry, but only from afar. He was the semi-geeky kid who hung out with the too-smart-for-her-own-good Hermione Granger, and too-hot-headed-for-his-own-good Ronald Weasley.

Draco licked his lips in a suggestive way and looked away once more, bringing the cigarette to his lips again.

Harry couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from Draco as the smoke flew over his head. He could smell the sweet yet tart smell of the cigarette and thought vaguely that someone could come in and smell it at any moment.

“… Uh,” Harry said slowly, biting his lip nervously, and wanting to break the silence. He was beginning to feel a natural bodily reaction to the very delicious-looking boy sitting on the toilet in front of him.

He was out and not afraid who knew it, though few people did. He preferred to keep his partners quiet and felt no need to advertise his sexuality. But now, there was no denying the affects Draco was having on him, and he hadn’t even done anything!

Harry was now standing fully in the doorway to the stall, his eyes glued to Draco’s fingers and lips as he continued to smoke.

Draco’s expression was relaxed and interested as he turned to look at Harry again. He remained leaning back against the wall unconcernedly, his legs spread out suggestively in front of him. He smirked when he saw Harry’s eyes widen and when he swallowed hard. He glanced down and his smirk increased as he caught sight of the not-so-little problem that was apparent in Harry’s lower body.

Harry bit his lip and quickly looked away from Draco, fervently thinking that he shouldn’t be hard at the thought of a boy he didn’t even know. He needed to get out of there. He should already have been back in class. Hermione was going to berate him for this later, he just knew it.

Draco licked his lips again and his smirk turned predatory. He leaned back and let his eyes close for a second, giving a soft, relaxed moan, knowing the affect it would have on the boy standing in front of him. He took another drawn-out drag of the cigarette, allowing the smoke to stream out in an elegant sort of way. He knew what he looked like, and was quite enjoying the affect it was having on Harry.

He opened his eyes slowly and only halfway, knowing it looked incredibly sexy. He could see Harry practically drooling.

Harry shook himself mentally. What was he doing?! He didn’t even know Draco! The most he knew was that Hermione didn’t like that he was the president of the Honor Society because, apparently, he was only chosen because he was Mr. Snape’s favorite student.

Now that Harry saw Draco, out of class with no apparent pass and doing something that could get him expelled, Harry had to admit that maybe Hermione had a point. But that still didn’t stop the welling up his teenage hormones as he stood staring at Draco’s body stretched out before him.

The dark green shirt lay tightly over Draco’s muscles and moved slightly when Draco raised the nearly finished cigarette to his mouth.

Draco knew Harry was watching, and so stretched luxuriously, lifting his hands over his head, and bringing up the shirt to reveal the expanse of lightly muscled, pale skin.

Harry couldn’t help staring at the skin, even when Draco finished his stretching and it disappeared underneath the dark fabric. He blinked hard and shook his head sharply. He knew this was wrong and he should leave, but he just couldn’t force his legs to move.

Draco paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He brought the cigarette to his lips one last time, letting the white smoke fill the stall. Then he flicked the cigarette and watched it fall into the toilet bowl beneath his feet.

Harry heard the sizzle of the cigarette as it hit the water, but his eyes were glued to Draco, who was now shifting his way slowly off the toilet. Harry backed up slowly as Draco slid to his feet.

Draco moved forward slowly, reaching around Harry to grab the stall door. With a smirk, he swung the door shut, locking it quickly.

Harry’s eyes were wide and his breathing quickly increasing along with his heart rate. He could no longer deny that he was attracted to Draco. He could already feel the blood rushing to his pulsing cock.

Draco was moving forward, purposefully backing Harry into the cold wall of the stall. Once Harry was pressed firmly against the wall and could go no further, Draco placed one hand against the wall beside him and smirked. “So, Potter, what are you doing out of class in the middle of the day? Surely, a good student such as yourself would want to be there, learning all he can.” Draco’s voice was soft and seductive, yet almost mocking and amused.

Harry was far too distracted by the proximity of Draco’s body to think of a logical respond. “I, we—And it, you—I was…” Harry trailed off, unable to complete his thought.

“You were what?” Draco drawled quietly, cocking his head to the side and wetting his lips once more.

“I—I don’t know,” Harry mumbled, his eyes locked on Draco’s. He couldn’t believe the piercing color of the irises. The silver orbs held Harry’s eyes, keeping his attention on Draco’s face and not noticing the hand that was slowly and gracefully undoing the button of Harry’s jeans.

It wasn’t until Draco’s hand palmed into Harry’s very hard erection that Harry noticed. His eyes shot wide open and he gasped; he hadn’t realized he had been so hard, but now it was impossible not to notice.

Draco watched with rabid satisfaction as Harry squeezed his eyes shut when he pressed the heel of his hand harder into Harry’s crotch. Draco’s eyes darkened with interest as he watched Harry’s face.

Harry was struggling to control his breathing as the rocking motion of Draco’s hand became harder. Suddenly, though, the hand was gone and Harry opened his eyes.

He was shocked to see Draco give him a tongue-in-cheek smirk, then promptly drop to his knees. His eyes were wide as he watched Draco pull his pants down to his ankles.

Draco grinned up at Harry, knowing he made quite the picture. He could tell Harry was enjoying it and knew he could make it so much more pleasurable. Once Harry’s cock was released from its jean confines, Draco began his work.

Harry gasped and held his breath as he felt Draco’s tongue on his cock, licking and swirling over the already leaking head. He felt the tongue doing wicked things that he’d only ever imagined.

Despite being out and having several partners, he’d never had a decent blow job and this was shaping up to be the one he’d long been missing.

Draco flicked his tongue over the head of Harry’s erection, running it all along the underside, feeling the responsive shudder from the boy above him. He could hear Harry’s whimpers and moans, so quiet, yet reverberating all around the empty bathroom.

Finally, he tired of teasing, and took Harry deep into his mouth.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as he felt his cock being engulfed by the wet, hot mouth. He thought he must have died and gone to heaven when Draco’s mouth and tongue slid over his cock, taking it further down his throat.

He couldn’t help as he moaned pitifully and his hand snaked down to grasp Draco’s mussed hair, tugging on the silky locks of blond hair. “Draco,” he whispered, his eyes shut tightly as his cock was engulfed in wet heat.

Draco glanced up at Harry’s face and smirked around Harry’s cock, giving a low laugh, the sound reverberating into Harry’s cock, sending Harry into a spiral of pleasure.

“Fuck,” Harry cursed, feeling his climax coming upon him. He didn’t want to come so soon.

Draco sucked hard on Harry’s cock for a second, then, just before Harry was about to lose it, he pulled away with a last teasing lick.

Harry groaned at the loss and struggled to open his eyes. He looked down to see Draco’s sly smile.

Draco ran his hands up Harry’s body as he moved upward. They slipped under Harry’s shirt and over the muscled torso, acquired from lots and lots of soccer practice. Draco moved with his hands, soon coming face to face with Harry. His hands, meanwhile, found Harry’s hard nipples under the shirt and began to play with them, rubbing and twisting them mercilessly.

“So, Potter,” Draco whispered, coming mere centimeters from Harry’s lips. He was so close he could see that Harry’s eyes had tiny slashes of gold intermixed with the green of the irises. “Want to learn something?”

Harry could feel Draco’s breath ghosting across his lips and his eyes flicked upward, meeting Draco’s. There was amusement in Draco’s eyes, but also lust. Harry knew what he wanted, no matter how much it was probably wrong to do.

They were, after all, in a school bathroom during class hours. Draco was National Honor Society president and Harry’s best friend was Hermione Granger, who would have killed him outright for skipping class to have sex, despite the fact that it hadn’t been planned or foreseen at all.

“Come on, Potter,” Draco goaded him, his eyes sparkling with amusement at the predicament Harry was in. He chose that moment to press his own throbbing erection into Harry’s crotch.

Harry’s gasp echoed around the empty bathroom and he bit his lip, willing himself to stay in control of his body, something that was becoming increasingly difficult in the face of Draco’s proddings.

Draco began to roll his hips slowly into Harry’s, giving a punctuating thrust to prove his point. He knew Harry wanted it; he just wanted to hear him say it. He could see the battle in Harry’s eyes, his mind against his hormones, but Draco knew which one would win; the one that always won.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to be the teacher’s pet?” Draco drawled quietly, leaning forward and licking Harry’s bottom lip suggestively, desperately close to kissing him, but refraining for the moment.

Harry could feel Draco’s rolls becoming more persistent and knew he wouldn’t be able to resist much longer, but hell, why was he resisting in the first place? A guy like Draco Malfoy; smart, gorgeous, and sexy as hell, didn’t offer sex to you everyday!

Harry knew he was supposed to agree and was about to when he felt Draco’s lips on his neck, nibbling and licking at his pulsing point. That simple action sent any rational thoughts he might have had out of his mind.

Draco’s tongue bathed the spot on Harry’s neck, sucking at the pounding pulse. His teeth nipped at the spot, leaving a red mark that would remain for days. His hands continued to twist the hardened nubs under Harry’s cotton shirt and the thrust of his hips became more insistent. He knew Harry wouldn’t be able to resist for long. Harry’s head rolled back as Draco continued his assault on the tanned flesh of his neck.

Harry felt Draco’s moving along his neck, sliding his hot tongue over his throat and coming ever closer to his mouth. Harry felt a desperate need to kiss Draco, but knew he couldn’t yet.

One of Draco’s hands slid out from under Harry’s shirt and glided up his side to slide around Harry’s neck, twining up into the dark, messy tresses. He heard Harry’s needy moan and couldn’t help grinning to himself. He loved when boys were like this, completely at his mercy.

He tilted Harry’s head back, exposing more skin to his wicked mouth. He licked and bit his way up Harry’s neck and jawbone, licking a long path along the jaw line. He could hear Harry’s harsh breathing in his ear and knew he was almost ready to give in.

Finally, he left Harry’s neck and moved to face Harry fully, his hand still twined in his hair. He leaned in so close that he could see the tiny freckles that blended into Harry’s skin from a distance. His mouth was millimeters from Harry’s own.

“Potter,” he hissed, his lips barely brushing Harry’s as he spoke. “Are you ready for your lesson?”

Harry didn’t even need the pause Draco gave to gasp out his response. “Fuck, yes!”

The moment it was spoken, Draco crashed his lips down upon Harry’s, taking them in a rough kiss. His tongue thrust ruthlessly into Harry’s mouth, caressing its counterpart and nipping at Harry’s bottom lip.

Harry pushed his body forward. Now having given in, he wanted all he could get, and Draco just wasn’t giving it.

His hands came up finally and touched Draco, what he’d been wanting for the longest time, ever since seeing that first glimpse of Draco’s perfect skin. They skimmed under the tee shirt and over the defined muscles. Harry couldn’t believe how soft the skin really was.

He moaned into the kiss as it continued, as hot and passionate as it had been when it started. He could feel Draco’s hand tugging on his hair, only serving to increase the pleasure. Harry never wanted the kiss to end, but knew it had to. And it did, quite suddenly, as Draco pulled away and grabbed Harry’s shoulders, turning him around roughly and pushing him up against the stall wall.

Harry felt Draco’s hands leave his body momentarily and heard him fumbling with his pants. He heard the sound of them dropping to the ground and his cock gave an involuntary throb as Draco returned and shoved him against the wall again.

He felt something slick enter his body and he pressed his body backwards against the fingers that had slid inside him. He gave a low groan as a second finger joined the first.

Draco stretched and wiggled his fingers in Harry’s entrance, making sure that he was completely prepared before removing them and positioning his hard cock there instead. He pushed in slowly, feeling Harry’s muscles contract over his cock.

Harry bit his lip to stop the moan that wanted to come out as Draco filled his body. He could feel Draco’s hands sliding over his stomach, kneading his skin as he pushed in completely.

Once completely sheathed in the tight, hot muscles of Harry’s body, Draco pulled out slowly then thrust back in, the feeling of being inside Harry shooting jolts of pleasure through his body. He grunted quietly as he slid in and out of the receptive body. He could tell Harry was enjoying it by the moans that were becoming louder with every thrust.

Harry cried out when Draco pushed back into his body, increasing the pace of his thrusts. He felt Draco nip at his shoulder blades, followed by a soothing tongue. He groaned loudly and his hand slid down to wrap around his neglected cock.

Seconds later, though, his hand was slapped away and its spot was taken by Draco’s warm palm. Rubbing in time with his thrusts, Draco pumped Harry’s cock quickly, using the pre-come as a lubricant, smearing it over the desperately hard member.

Harry could feel Draco’s hot breath as it came in pants on his neck. The feeling of Draco inside him was almost enough to bring him to climax all in itself. He wanted it to last, but knew it wouldn’t.

Draco thrust harder into Harry, pressing him further against the wall. His hand worked diligently along with his cock. He slid in and out of the hot muscles, feeling them clench as Harry came closer and closer to fulfillment. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of Harry’s neck, licking and sucking the tanned skin. He wanted to leave a mark.

“Fuck!” Harry cursed as he felt himself on the verge.

Draco’s hand squeezed Harry’s cock almost tightly as he heard Harry’s outburst, knowing it would be soon.

Harry gasped for a breath and it happened. He came hard, spraying the wall of the stall with thick ribbons of hot come. He could still feel Draco’s hand gripping his cock as he spent the last of his seed.

Draco’s thrusts became more reckless as he heard and felt Harry come. He gritted his teeth as Harry’s muscles clenched down on his cock and knew it was over. He came fast and hard, filling the raven-haired boy. His hand gripped Harry’s hips tightly as he rode out his climax to its end.

Finally, it was over and they both stood there, Harry leaning against the wall and Draco leaning against Harry for support.

Harry’s breath was heavy as he tried to slow his heart, which felt like it was about to burst. Against his back, he could feel Draco’s heartbeat, fast and erratic. He gave a small smile as he thought that he had caused that.

At long last, Draco moved away, pulling slowly out of Harry, not missing the slight wince of pain. He reached over for some toilet paper and proceeded to clean himself up as best as he could. Then he pulled up his pants and reached into his back pocket.

He slid down onto the floor, his knees up in front of him as he took out a cigarette and lighter. He flipped the lighter and lit the cigarette, taking a long drag and letting out the smoke slowly and in a satisfied way, a lazy smirk on is face.

Harry, feeling slightly awkward, also cleaned himself up and redressed. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t say anything and was about to turn and leave when Draco held up the cigarette in a silent offering.

Harry hesitated then sunk to the floor next to Draco. He took the cigarette from Draco, who showed no emotion. He brought it to his lips, his fingers trembling slightly. After his first inhale, he began to cough. He’d actually never smoked before.

Smirking and laughing slightly, Draco took the cigarette back, bringing it to his lips again. When Harry had recovered from his coughing fit, Draco reached over and slid a hand behind Harry’s neck, pulling him in close for a kiss.

Draco tasted of the sweetly tart taste of cigarettes and just a hint of cinnamon. Harry’s eyes drifted closed as Draco kissed him softly. He wondered what it meant, this kiss.

Draco pulled away slowly and turned from Harry before he had a chance to look at him. He took another drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke stream into the stall and sort of hover above them until it dissipated into the air.

Harry was silent, trying to figure it all out. Beside him, Draco just continued to smoke, not saying a word to help. “Well,” he said finally, feeling awkward and out of place. “I should get back to class.”

Draco sighed and took a last drag of the cigarette before flipping it into the toilet beside them, hearing the satisfying sizzle as it died. He pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand for Harry.

Harry took it slowly, only to be hauled to his feet abruptly, and his hand promptly dropped. Draco was brushing off his pants and checking his clothes, twisting around to look. He smoothed down the back of his jeans and pulled down his shirt. Reaching up to his hair, he made sure it was still perfectly mussed.

When he deemed himself ready, he pushed open the stall and went to do a real inspection in the mirror. Harry followed, feeling insignificant. He watched Draco re-check his appearance until he was completely satisfied.

Then he turned to Harry and scoffed. He went over and pulled down Harry’s shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. He reached up and tousled Harry’s hair for a moment, stepping back and cocking his head to the side, as if sizing it up. Then he nodded and turned around, making for the door.

Harry stood there, feeling like a fool, thinking he ought to say something. “Dra—Malfoy, wait,” he said, just as Draco was about to push the door open.

Draco stopped and turned around slowly on his heel, an eyebrow raised. “Yes, Potter?” he drawled.

“What was—I mean, did we just… how come… what happened?” Harry felt like a blushing schoolgirl all of a sudden. He couldn’t seem to put his thoughts together coherently anymore.

Draco paused, looking thoughtful. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. “The National Honor Society meeting gets out at four today, Potter. There’s an empty classroom just off the second floor. See you then, yes?” Then Draco turned and left before Harry had a chance to respond.

Harry stood staring at the swinging door for a moment while his brain processed what had just happened. Then a slow smile blossomed on his face and, grinning, he left the bathroom.

Glancing down at his watch, he saw that class had already ended and he was supposed to be in Gym. He walked quickly to the gym and changed before joining the rest of the class on the field.

He was reprimanded by Mrs. Hooch, but he wasn’t paying much attention. He walked dreamily over to where Ron and Hermione were standing.

One look told him that Hermione was bursting to reprimand him for missing almost an entire class. She opened her mouth but then stopped suddenly, giving him an odd look. “Have you been smoking?” she asked suspiciously, sniffing him.

He scoffed and stepped back a pace or two. “No,” he said, and it was kind of the truth. “I just… accidentally stumbled on someone smoking in the bathroom.”

He heard Hermione’s scoff and heard her go into a rant on how bad smoking was for you, but wasn’t listening. Instead, he smiled to himself and began counting the hours until four o’clock.


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