Merry Christmas Potter

Harry let his gaze drift miserably around the great hall. Even though he was always astounded by the beauty of the Christmas decorations that Professor Flitwick provided just before the holiday break, it was overshadowed by a pang of misery and embarrassment, today had indeed been a fantastic day. Harry hated coming across as self-pitying but recently he couldn’t seem to help it. Ron and Hermione had finally realized their feelings for each other, and consequently, learned that constant bickering wasn’t the most productive thing that they could be doing with their mouths. As much as he was happy and supportive of his best friend’s relationship, he couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter about being a third wheel. It was hard to have a serious conversation when it seemed as if you were the only thing in the way of them snogging each other senseless.

It wasn’t as if he was jealous – of course not. He just felt as if he disappeared off the face of the earth. Ron and Hermione showed sympathy where it was deemed necessary, like when his scar hurt particularly bad, and they listened intently when he shared the surges of feeling that sometimes came his way when Voldemort was in a particularly foul mood, offering suggestions as to what caused it and theorizing about the movements of the Death Eaters. After it was all said and done however, he seemed to be left on his own, brooding more often than not, whilst Hermione disappeared to ‘study’, followed shortly after by Ron claiming tiredness. At the beginning, Harry, being his naïve self, believed them. It wasn’t until after one of his increasingly regular late-night strolls, helping him clear his head before sleep that he realized how wrong he was. Since the moment he backed silently out of the trophy room he tried to block that image out of his mind and convinced himself that his friends were purely a-sexual beings.

Actually, now that Harry thought about it, apart from the whole ‘Voldemort is going to hunt you down and murder you brutally’ thing, most of his woes seemed to be hormone induced. After his breakup with Cho, half the female population of Hogwarts seemed to have some sort of problem with him. He thought that he was able to leave the whole fiasco behind him after months of glares and snide comments, and had given it a go with Ginny. That relationship had certainly gone well. At the beginning she had made him feel dizzy whenever she was near, he felt giddy when she walked in the room and smiled brilliantly at him, but after he made his move at the end of that quidditch match, things seemed to move a little fast for his liking. He now knew why Dean Thomas had gotten along so well with her, she certainly didn’t lack in the enthusiasm department and her ‘Gryffindor Courage’ didn’t hurt much either. Within a week of him asking her out she was all over him like a bad rash. Harry wasn’t going to complain about being yanked into a broom cupboard on his way to History of Magic to have an intense snogging session, but as soon as her hand started to drift south he had panicked. Out of all of Harry’s most public and embarrassing moments, of which there were many, this had to be the single most public and embarrassing moment of them all. This, he reflected, is why I’m sitting here brooding.

He had tried to hide his initial embarrassment by getting as far away from her as possible. Making a beeline for the great hall, he figured he would be safe from her fury in here. Mistake number one. Not three minutes after his arrival in the great hall, making his way slowly through the crowds of kids heading to their seats for lunch. Ginny came screeching around the corner her hair a mess and tears streaming down her face. He had looked at her in surprise, why was she in tears? This thought had caused mistake number two. His first though after that had been had something happened to her. He turned around and quickly picked his way back through the crowd to where she was standing, a few heads turning in interest towards them. “Hey, Gin, are you alright?”… mistake number three. “OF COURSE I’M NOT ALRIGHT HAROLD JAMES POTTER” Oh no, the full name – he should have realized then, in retrospect, that that would have been the ideal time to take her to a more private place to talk to her. By this time they had caught the attention of nearly the entire student population and a few of the staff as well.

Harry cringed as he remembered their heated argument; it would now be embedded in his mind for the rest of eternity. “Gin, what’s wrong?”
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong Harry” she had said her voice low and deadly, students nearby craning their necks to hear what she had to say. “I thought you liked me, I thought you were ready to make a commitment to me, to us, but OBVIOUSLY, I’m not good enough for the famous Harry Potter, oh no, lowly scum like me isn’t allowed to lay their dirty mitts on the likes of you.” Harry had stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face for a brief moment, his head swimming in confusion. He had finally found his wits, not before noticing the silence that had descended on the Hall.
“Look, Ginny, I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but its not what you think.” He looked around at the curious faces. “Can we please go somewhere else to talk about this?”
“NO WE CAN’T GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO TALK ABOUT THIS, WHY DON’T WE TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT HERE!”
“I really don’t think this is the best place to be having this discu…”
“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN”
“Calm down Ginny, I don’t even know what I’ve done to upset y…”
“YOU SERIOUSLY DON’T KNOW? I try and take our relationship to the next level” At this some girls at the nearest table had gasped and started whispering animatedly to each other. Harry had turned bright red and tried hushing Ginny, to no avail; in fact, she seemed like a howler left too long without being opened. “and you act like my touching you was worse that you-know-who. I try and commit myself fully to the relationship, offering you my ultimate sacrifice and you throw it in my face by hightailing it out of there as fast as you possibly could. We’re over Harry, don’t ever come near me again.”

Harry put his head in his hands thinking back. Yes, he was feeling a little bit self-pitying today to say the least. Hermione had come to the rescue, by pulling a sobbing Ginny out of the hall before shooting a disgusted glance in Harry’s direction. Ron had stood there for a while just looking between Harry and his departing sister, his face displaying all the symptoms of Ron trying to think really hard on something, before say “Why mate, why did you do it?” and turning on his heels to follow like a well trained puppy after his girlfriend. Harry had looked around desperately, he hadn’t even had the chance to defend, or explain himself, not that he was entirely sure himself at that point why he had panicked at Ginny’s advances. Now the entire school seemed to be staring at him and judging him for something that they only knew half the story of, an excruciatingly embarrassing half story mind you. As he had turned to leave the Great Hall, Neville had pushed him down into a seat and patted him on the back. Harry smiled meekly up at him, thanking him silently for being so understanding and sat quietly thinking about his day thus far. What a wonderful last day of term before the Christmas holidays. Will have to cancel on going to the Burrow for Christmas, too awkward, hopefully things will mull over during the holidays. He would explain to Ron and Hermione tonight what had happened and hopefully every thing will be alright. He scoffed, thinking once again on the horrific breakup, feeling bitter and jaded now. Ultimate sacrifice? Right. If she was talking about her virginity, he turned slightly red at the thought of that, all of those rumors about she and Michael Corner had gotten up to at the end of last year certainly seemed to disprove that. Used goods, she was. At least that’s what Harry tried to tell himself. He buried the palm of his hands into his eyes trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall. He’d stuffed that one up royally. Who knew she was going to over react like that. Harry just wasn’t ready, that was all. Given time, he would’ve been happy to take the next step with her but now, all down the drain because he was to chicken to sleep with Ginny. I mean, who wants to give away their so called virginity in a broom cupboard anyway?

Harry sighed and pushed himself up from the table. Time to face the music. He’d go in there, explain himself to Ginny and see if he could rectify the situation, and then sort things out with Ron and Hermione. He really didn’t want to be on bad terms with the only family he really had, he had always relied on them for support, even though he though it sometimes seemed he had to face the world alone. He wandered out of the doors to the great hall dragging his feet and looking dejectedly anywhere but where he was headed. “WATCH OUT HARRY, PEEVES HAS…” Harry span around to stare at Neville, who had called out to him in a panicked voice. His backwards momentum carried him into a solid object. “Hey watch it you filthy scu…” the object drawled from the place where it had gracelessly fallen. Oh great, just to add to his already wonderful day. “Sod off Malfoy, I’m really not in the mood for this right now.” Harry turned back to Neville who stood there with his hands over his mouth, his eyes wide. Harry heard Malfoy huff indignantly at being ignored. Harry spoke quickly, before the blonde wizard beside him could open his mouth to worsen his life a little bit more that fine day. “What were you saying about Peeves before Neville?” Neville just pointed a chubby finger above Harry’s head, terror clearly etched into his face. Harry looked up. “What?”
“Mis…Mistletoe, Ha…Harry” he choked out.
“Yeah, so what? It’s Christmas, what else did you expect? Nargles dropping down on me? I expect that from Luna but from you, really, just give me a break already” Harry’s mood really wasn’t improving. As much as he knew Neville wasn’t out to get him, and was already regretting being snappish with him, enough was enough, he just wanted to get out of there as fast as he could.

Neville looked at him slowly “Just because I like Luna doesn’t mean I… I mean… that’s not the point! The point is Harry, I was trying to warn you about Peeves. He’s bewitched the mistletoe. Walked past him this morning, ran past more like, was in a hurry to get to Divinations…”
“God, Longbottom, get to the point already!” Harry jumped at Malfoy’s voice, having completely forgotten about his unwanted presence. He looked down to see a mildly curious expression on the Slytherin’s face, hidden by a trademark smirk.
“Malfoy, just get lost already, your presence is making me nauseous.” Harry quipped, his insults lifting his mood just a little. He turned back to Neville and looked at him enquiringly. Neville seemed to be momentarily paralysed before he continued.
“Linking spell” he stated.
“What?”
“He used a linking spell, you know two people under a mistletoe are meant to kiss, well he took that a little too far.” Neville seemed to shrink back from Harry, who was now so confused with the whole situation he didn’t really know what to say.
“What’s that got to do with me though? I still don’t get it”
“I’m sorry Harry, I tried to stop you…” Neville took a deep breath “You… you and Malfoy… well, you’re stuck.” At this Harry felt the bottom off his stomach drop, and cold ice fill him. He looked around to find a slightly pale Malfoy staring at him, before he tried to back off as fast as he could from the spot he was currently standing in. It seemed however, as soon as he got more than two feet away from him, Malfoy would take a step forward. “Stop it Malfoy, this isn’t funny. I’m really not in the mood for this today.”

The Slytherin’s eyes were wide in panic. “Stand still for a minute Potter”
“Don’t you go telling me what to do ferret” Harry responded, still moving backwards.
“I said still Potter! Just stop already!” Harry stopped out of mere astonishment at the tone of fear in the other boy’s voice. Now that Harry had stopped, Malfoy’s advances had to. “Shit, shit, shit. What’ve you gone and done Potter?”
“What’ve I gone and done? You were the one that ran into me you filthy git!” Harry spat back. Malfoy took two deliberate steps backwards before Harry felt the most unusual sensation of something solid pushing at his back. He spun around to find nothing, stumbling forward at the pressure. He grabbed on to Malfoy’s robes to regain his balance. Draco pushed Harry’s hands away before scoffing and heading towards the dungeons. Harry who had had just about enough of this, turned towards the stairs and started towards the common room, better just to ignore what ever this was and get back to hell as soon as possible.

No sooner than the two boys had started walking a strong tugging feeling, like elastic being pulled too tight, overcame Harry. Shortly after, he was flung backwards, colliding midair with Malfoy who seemed to have undergone quite the same situation. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” Harry exclaimed pushing himself roughly off the floor to face the Slytherin who had schooled his facial expression to be quite unreadable, and was dusting himself of in a regal manner.
“Mister Potter, five points from Gryffindor for such foul language. Now tell me what all of this is about” Harry turned to look at Professor McGonagall’s stern expression.
“We’re stuck” Harry said, pointing at the mistletoe above his head. “Peeves bewitched it, and now we’re attached.” Taking a couple of steps forward to prove his point, Malfoy stumbled after him, before turning to Harry and glaring at him. “Potter” Harry rolled his eyes at the terse growl the Malfoy had just given him. “Just be quiet, I’m trying, if you haven’t noticed, to get us out of this predicament, so that you can be on your way to torture first years. Look Professor, if you could just un-spell us then we will be on our…”
“Ah, I see. Unfortunately, Mr Potter, I’ve been trying to deal with this mistletoe all day, but Peeves seems to have found a way to make it quite… unstickable. The only way we’ve been manage to detach the students is by, well you work it out. It seems this is Peeves’ idea of adding a bit of Christmas cheer to the school.” Harry was trying very hard to process the information that he had just been given but it was very difficult to concentrate with the angry choking sound Draco seemed to be making.
“No, no, NO! There is no way that I’m going to kiss that.” Malfoy’s finger was pointed accusingly in Harry’s face as Harry’s eyes widened in the final realization of the situation. Why had he not realized this earlier?

“There is currently no other option available Mister Malfoy, unless you wish to spend the rest of the day with Mister Potter.” She looked thoughtful, an expression that currently wasn’t sitting particularly well with Harry, how could she be so calm about this?
“There is no way in HELL I am kissing Malfoy.”
“Mister Potter, watch your language please. It is not my problem, however, to decide how you resolve the situation. That belongs to you, who, I hope, will be able to resolve this little issue as responsible and level headed adults. Now, everybody, off to class with you. Lunch is over, don’t want to be late.” Harry looked around at the group of curious students who had gathered around the scene whispering animatedly with friends. Now that it seemed the good bit was over, everyone slowly dispersed in different directions towards their next class, leaving Draco and Harry standing to feet apart in the middle of the entrance hall. “This is just fucking great!” Harry swore at his shoes “Another facet to this already fucking awesome day!” He swung his fist at the nearest pillar in anger hoping to cause as much damage as possible, but only managing to damage his hand, a dull throb causing gasp and swear some more.

“Isn’t this a bit over the top Potter? And whoever would imagine that the boy wonder would have a mouth on him like an angry goblin?” Harry glared up at the boy in front of him. Draco’s mouth had curled at the edges to smirk at him. “I’m not that repulsive am I Potter?” Harry choked in shock. “What?”
“We’ve got potions now, and we’re going to be late, so either you come over here and kiss me now, or I’ll leave you to defend yourself to Snape.” Draco had started tapping his polished school shoe impatiently and ran his hand through his platinum hair. “We haven’t got all day, Potter”
“And what makes you think that I’m going to kiss you, the day that that happens will be the day that hell freezes over, and right now, hell isn’t being so good to me.” Harry spun on his heels and headed towards the potions room, Draco stumbling after him, never more than two paces away. Right now he didn’t care that he didn’t have his stuff with him, he just didn’t want to face the ferret, his mind wasn’t stable enough, and at any moment he might just snap and hurt something. Not that it really mattered if Malfoy got a fist to the face, but as much as Harry wanted that he preferred not to be expelled from his only home. Harry sighed angrily, pausing every now and again to hit something on the way down to the dungeons. It really wasn’t helpful having Malfoy stroll calmly along behind him.

Harry burst into the Potions room, apologizing for his tardiness, before stopping to see the entire class staring at him oddly. He looked at Malfoy pleadingly before explaining in a low voice to Snape why he was late and had rocked up with his star pupil in close proximity. “Well Mister Potter, since you deem it necessary to always make such a grand entrance, and seem to have taken a shine to our Mister Malfoy here, you two shall take the front seats here and partner up for this next assignment, consider yourself lucky it’s not a detention for impertinence.” Snape smirked at this before turning to Malfoy and saying “I’m sorry you seem to have gotten yourself into this position, we will work out some way to compensate you for this later.” Malfoy smiled slyly before Harry felt a familiar pushing sensation sending him flying up the isle behind Malfoy to the front of the class. “Sit Potter” Malfoy gracefully slid into his seat as Harry span around to search out Ron or Hermione. He tried to catch their gaze, a pleading look in his eye, only to get a sorry glance from Ron who then turned his attention back to Snape and his lecture. Harry slumped into his chair, his shoulders sagging in defeat. “Life’s not THAT bad is it now Potter?” Malfoy whispered in his ear, sending shivers down Harry’s spine.
“Why aren’t you angry about this, ferret?” Harry hissed, turning his angered gaze to stare at Malfoy, whose eyes seemed to glitter in the dungeon’s light as the focused on the board in front of them, now covered with the instructions of how to make a simple flu remedy.

Draco just chuckled. “Anything to watch you squirm Potter” Harry huffed and started preparing the ingredients for the potion. He tried his hardest to ignore Malfoy throughout the rest of the class, only communicating when necessary, but found it difficult to concentrate with the close proximity of the blonde. Life was so unfair.

Potions ended too quickly for Harry’s liking for the first time in his life. He really didn’t want to face Malfoy, he wasn’t ready. The class emptied quickly as the students headed off to their common rooms to prepare themselves for dinner. Soon it was just Harry and Malfoy in the deserted dungeons corridor. Harry sucked in his breath and turned to look at the Slytherin cursing Peeves under his breath. “Look, Malfoy, we have two options here, either we wait this whole thing out and see how long it takes this ruddy spell to wear off, or you get over here and kiss me. I’m hungry, tired, and sick of the day so lets just get this over with already” Harry had said this last part rather quickly and, as his face flared red, he hoped to God, if there was such a being, that Malfoy hadn’t heard him. “What was that Potter? You want me to kiss you?” Harry looked at Draco’s face, expecting to find a look of repulsion but finding, instead, a look which clearly suggested mischief. “I thought you were too pure and too precious to be dirtied by the likes of me.” Draco’s voice had turned vicious, yet a small smile still quirked his lips. He was doing a very good imitation of Ginny’s earlier tirade. Harry groaned inwardly. He knew that this fiasco wouldn’t end nicely, there had to be some reason behind Malfoy’s seeming compliance top their situation earlier. And just when he thought his day couldn’t get any worse. Malfoy seemed to be enjoying this torture of Harry. First Ginny, now this.

Harry growled. “Look, Malfoy, as much as I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself, can we please, just this once, act like adults and get this over with.”
“If you’re so eager, then come and get me.” Malfoy winked saucily at Harry before bursting in to laughter. “But then again, perhaps prude Potter is scared of something. Afraid you’ll like it?”
“What? No!” Harry sputtered. Had Malfoy just called him a prude?
“Yes, I think that’s what it is. Seems like Potter’s hiding something now doesn’t it? I bet that’s what this is all about. The Weaselette slut tried to pull a move on you and you flipped didn’t you? Bet those clawing little feminine Weasel hands got you all repulsed. They weren’t manly enough for y…” He was cut short by Harry’s fist meeting his jaw.
“Shut the fuck up Malfoy, you have no idea what the hell you’re talking about! It’s none of your fucking business anyway what I do with my life, and I very much like breasts thank you very much!” Malfoy lifted his gaze to Harry’s, his hand still on his jaw from where Harry had punched him. Why did he have to be so bloody arrogant?
“Seems I’ve hit a nerve there, Potter.” Draco started advancing on Harry, a predatory gleam in his eye. Harry inched backwards until his back reached a wall.
“No, you haven’t! And don’t talk about Ginny like that!” Harry yelled.
“You seem to be defending yourself so well.” Malfoy rolled his eyes, now only inches away from Harry.
“Malfoy, just a fucking peck on the cheek and we can go our separate ways.” Harry knew he was sounding desperate now but his brain wasn’t responding like it usually would. He was so sick of today he just wanted to go up to his room and spend the rest of the holidays hiding. Thank Merlin then majority of students were going home on the Hogwart’s express tomorrow.

Malfoy smiled viciously “I so love it when you’re like this, Potter. Cornered with no place to go.” Harry’s breath quickened as Malfoy moved to his ear, his hot breath sending an unwanted shiver through his spine. “It makes me feel so good.” Much to Harry’s shock, Malfoy latched on to his ear and started sucking gently. A strange feeling started to spread through Harry’s body.
“What the fuck!?” Harry pushed violently at Malfoy’s chest, sending him backwards across the stone floor, only to be flung after him by the invisible force field that held them together. Harry landed on top of Malfoy on the floor. He shook his head to regain his bearings before giving a start and staring at the smug boy beneath him.
“Ah, your fag side finally showing through, Potter, knew you couldn’t resist me for long.”
“Why are you doing this Malfoy?” Harry spat, still seated on Malfoy’s lap. “If its for embarrassment you’ve already achieved that, now just give off and let me go. I give you permission to tell everyone that I’m a pouf, seems you’ve convinced yourself that I am. I’ve got no choice in the matter, by the looks of things, doesn’t matter that I’m straight as a wand, oh no. There’s nothing you can do anymore to make my life worse than it is!” Malfoy’s eyes lit up with an evil glee reflected in them. “Such the little drama queen, aren’t we, Potter. Life isn’t worth living? I’ll pass the news on, perhaps the Dark Lord won’t have to off you, you can do that yourself, angsting up in Gryffindor Tower about how nobody loves you and your best friends finally have ditched you. We all know you’re just uptight because you’re not getting any. But from the sounds of things the only one to blame for that is you, Potter, that Weaselette slag seemed pretty intent on giving you some in that broom closet before fourth today” Malfoy’s eyebrow quirked at this last statement. Harry had had enough. “Just fuck off Malfoy” he said as he lunged towards the blonde boy’s cheek, placing his lips roughly against the smooth skin and ripping himself away, making a run for it in the direction of the Great Hall. He only got five paces away before he was flung backwards once again. His hands flew in the air “Fuck, just fuck! You win ok, I give up already.”
“You didn’t really expect a kiss like that to get us out of this predicament did you, Potter? It’s Christmas, isn’t that time for all that generosity of spirit crap. Me thinks it’s going to take a little bit more effort than that to get us out of this bind.” Malfoy’s trademark smirk was turned on full blast as he stood up and dusted himself off lightly. Harry stood up and looked dejectedly at the slim boy in front of him. “Just take what you want Malfoy and let me go.” Harry said, his voice schooled to be as emotionless as possible. If he had to do this he was going to give Malfoy as little pleasure as possible.

“Now we won’t be having any of that sullen attitude, Potter. Christmas is meant to be a merry time after all.” Malfoy had started circling Harry like a hungry wildcat. Harrys’s breath hitched. Harry backed himself into a wall and turned his face away from Draco, the strange feeling from earlier returning slowly to him. Malfoy placed his long fingers on Harry’s jaw and turned Harry’s eyes towards his own. “I’ll beat you yet, Potter” a strange glint in Malfoy’s eyes caught Harry’s interest. What was Malfoy getting out of this? Some perverse satisfaction of seeing Harry squirm uncomfortably, undoubtedly, but why go to such lengths. Their collision under the mistletoe was pure accident, how could it go from that to something so intense? Harry closed his eyes and waited for Malfoy to kiss him, but nothing came. He opened one eye and saw Malfoy smirking at him victoriously. “It’s not going to be that easy, you know. And by the time I’m done with you…” Instead of finishing his sentence, however, Malfoy just licked his lips and leaned forward. Harry scrunched his eyes shut willing for it to all go away. His pulse jumped when, instead of feeling Malfoy’s lips against his own, he felt something wet just behind his ear. His eyes shot open as he felt the blonde’s tongue travel slowly down his neck before latching on to a particularly sensitive spot. Harry gasped at the sensation. “Malfoy, what… what the hell…this isn’t part of the deal.” He could feel Malfoy’s soft mouth curve into a grin around where he was sucking hard on Harry’s neck. “Just a kissss… oh God!” Malfoy, had resumed his licking of Harry’s neck.

“But that’s not very festive now is it? Come on Potter, some Christmas cheer.” He whispered against Harry’s neck sending delicious tingles through his body. His breath was rapidly speeding up and his body was reacting in a way he never thought possible. Even in the intense snogging session with Ginny earlier today, Harry thought, trying to avoid thinking about the outcome, he had not felt anything this intense, this good, this… well, arousing. Harry inwardly cringed, scolding his body for betraying him. He had never even thought about another male doing this to him, it never even crossed his mind until the point where Malfoy was accusing him of being… that way inclined. Harry was finding it very hard to concentrate after that point, for Malfoy’s hand had somehow managed to sneak through Harry’s robe and under his shirt and was slowly snaking its way towards his nipple. Harry started to panic for the second time that day and tried to scoot to the side, out of Draco’s reach, forgetting about their predicament, as they had not yet properly kissed. As he moved away from Malfoy the other boy automatically followed. Harry tripped, Malfoy landing on top of him. “Well, well, eager now are we, all I was after was a little kiss, but this is so much more… inviting.” Draco moved himself to straddle Harry, pushing him down to the floor and latching himself on to the darkened mark he had left earlier, sucking painfully. Harry arched his back at the sensation, no one had ever marked him before, and the slight edge of pain was surprisingly pleasurable. Figures, Harry thought in amongst the haze that Draco’s talented tongue had left him in, now I find out I’m a masochist. “Just…kiss…me…already” Harry panted, forcing his face upwards to try and reach Malfoy’s mouth. The sooner he got this over with the sooner he could get away, the sooner he could block out all these confusing feelings Malfoy was bringing on. He likes it, oh yes he did, he just didn’t want Malfoy to know that, and it was becoming increasingly hard for him to disguise that fact. His pants were feeling uncomfortably tight, if the other boy shifted back, even slightly, his whole game would be up. Malfoy looked Harry in the eye, a feral grin across his face as his face lingered just out of Harry’s reach. Malfoy began deftly undoing the buttons of Harry’s robe and shirt before latching himself on to his erect nipple.

Harry’s cock twitched at the sensation. How was he going to explain the bruise to Ron? They shared the same room, someone was bound to notice. Harry groaned. The thought of being caught and questioned by his friends only turned him on even more. Draco grabbed Harry’s wrists and pinned them above his head whilst licking his way down Harry’s torso. Harry arched his back as Malfoy shifted his weight against Harry’s very erect, very painful cock. Malfoy stopped his ministrations and looks at Harry’s face, contorted in pleasure as he tried to make more contact with Draco once again. Harry whimpered pathetically when the other boy lifted his lower body out of reach of Harry’s straining hips. “That’s more like it Potter, a bit of enthusiasm.” Draco growled. Harry was embarrassed beyond belief for many reasons, first and foremost being that the boy above him was able to elicit such a needy response from him. But at this point he didn’t really care. “Just…do… some…ahhh…thing…Malfoy!”

“As you wish, Potter.” Draco ground his body hard against Harry’s bringing his face to within inches of the dark haired boy’s beneath him. “Oh my fucking GOD” Harry had never felt anything more glorious in his life than the other boy’s weight above him. Draco smirked and pressed his lips down fiercely against Harry’s, licking harshly at his lower lip. Harry was to preoccupied by the white heat building in his groin to notice what Malfoy was doing. The blonde boy ground his hips into Harry’s again and bit down on his bottom lip, causing Harry to moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain. In his distracted state, the Slytherin forced his tongue into Harry’s mouth and proceeded to explore every nook and cranny of it. Harry had thought nothing could be more arousing than the pressure of the other boy grinding their very obvious erection against his own, but realized just how wrong he was as his eyes rolled back in his head when Malfoy started to dominate his mouth. They continued like this for an excruciatingly pleasurable minute before, with one painful twist of a nipple, Malfoy detached himself from Harry’s mouth. Stood up, panting heavily and straightened his robes. From where he was lying on the ground, Malfoy looked delicious, his lips rosy from their intense session and his always immaculate hair just a little out of place. He smiled haughtily, licked his lips thoughtfully and said “Merry Christmas Potter, I’ll be seeing you around” before turning on his heel and striding towards the dungeons. Harry’s brain took a moment to catch up with the situation. He lay panting on the stone floor, still just outside the Potions class room, his erection still tenting his pants. He looked down his naked chest, his shirt still open from when Malfoy had been attacking it with his tongue. He moaned bringing his hands to his face. What had he just done? He rolled onto his knees before lifting himself off the floor, relying heavily on the wall for support. He looked at his watch. The middle of dinner. No way was he going there now. He sagged against the wall in defeat, his erection finally flagging from the embarrassment caused by Malfoy. How had he let himself get so worked up, how had he let Malfoy get to him? He started up towards the Gryffindor Tower, all he wanted to now was to curl up into bed and sleep this whole fiasco off. He’d sort everything out in the morning, he just wasn’t ready to face his friends, or himself if he was to be perfectly honest with himself. He was disgusted with himself, and confused. He hated this. Harry snuck into the empty dormitory and huddled into bed.

”Merry Christmas Potter.” As he drifted off to sleep only one thought was clear in his mind, that if nothing else righted itself from today, he WOULD get back at Malfoy, somehow, he would get his revenge.

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I’d like to hear what you think. This is my first attempt at fanfiction. It seems a bit all over the place. Constructive criticism is welcome. Should I continue with the story?