Smokin' Hot

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Monday morning arrived and Harry dressed carefully, feeling unnecessarily nervous. He cleaned his piercing meticulously, examining it closely in the mirror before deeming it alright.

He picked out a pair of dark washed jeans and added a dark green shirt to the ensemble. He wasn’t sure about it all still. Yes, it looked better, he thought, but he was nervous what other people would think, or worse, what they would say.

He had already been through the Dursley’s outrage at his new clothes and look. Sunday had been filled first with yelling, then furtive, angry glances at Harry’s apparel. Harry tried his best to ignore it, but couldn’t help feeling that this was how school would be.

Once he was dressed, he went downstairs, ignoring the annoyed huff his appearance received from uncle Vernon and the pursed lips aunt Petunia gave him. Dudley simply pouted.

Harry grabbed a quick breakfast and left before they could start berating him again, dropping lewd hints about how he acquired such nice new clothes when he had no money to his name.

Harry walked slowly down the sidewalk on his way to Ron’s house. He kept his eyes on the ground and kicked a pebble as he walked. He only hoped everyone at school didn’t react as the Dursleys had.

Finally, after much procrastination, Harry reached Ron’s house, just a little later than normal. He waited anxiously for Ron to come bursting out of the house, Ginny at his heels.

“Harry, you’re late. Mum was about to call the—“ Ron stopped abruptly as he came to Harry on the sidewalk. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Harry. “Did you change something?”

Beside Ron, Ginny’s mouth dropped open in a rather un-lady-like way. Her eyes scraped up Harry’s clothes and came to rest on his eyebrow piercing. She looked as if she was about to faint.

“Um,” Harry said nervously, running a hand through his messy hair, “yeah, kinda.”

Ron looked at Harry for a second longer, then shrugged and started walking down the sidewalk. Harry rolled his eyes and made to follow him. He glanced back at Ginny, who had finally shut her mouth but was still staring at him longingly.

He frowned but said nothing. Trying to shake it off, he sped up to walk next to Ron, engaging him in a conversation about sports.

Harry managed to keep his mind off his new look most of the rest of the way to school. He ignored Ginny, who was trailing behind them, not bothering to hide her stares at Harry.

When they reached the school, Harry hoisted his book bag higher and walked up the steps.

Around him, he could hear furtive whispers. He could feel people’s eyes on him and it was a bit unnerving. He tried his best to ignore it. Ron, of course, was oblivious to everyone talking about Harry.

They walked to their lockers, Harry’s cheeks reddening with each appreciative glance he received. More than a few cat calls followed after him, further darkening his blush. He finally made it to his locker where Hermione was standing, waiting for them.

On catching sight of Harry, her mouth fell open much as Ginny’s had. She, however, was not afraid to voice her opinion.

“Oh my God, Harry! What happened to you?!”

“What?” Ron asked, confused.

Hermione ignored him, promptly setting down her bag and walking up to Harry, going around behind him and pulling out the label of his shirt.

“Hermione!” Harry hissed, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Nice,” she said after examining the tag. “But, Harry, where did you—“ She stopped suddenly, a look of realization coming onto her face. With a quick glance at Ron, who was once more looking confused, she changed her sentence. “Is your eyebrow pierced?”

“You like it?” Harry asked hopefully. He’d actually grown quite attached to it over the weekend.

“It’s… Well, actually, it’s amazing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Harry. Everyone’s going to be all over you now. Who knew this was hiding under all those clothes.”

Harry simply blushed again.

“You got new clothes?” Ron asked cluelessly.

Hermione scoffed. “Honestly, Ron, don’t you notice anything?”

Ron just frowned and Hermione continued. “What did your aunt and uncle think?”

“They weren’t too pleased,” Harry said unenthusiastically.

“I don’t suppose they would be,” she muttered. “Do you think this will…” She trailed away as she realized half the hallway was staring at Harry. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” she snapped at the on-lookers.

There was some disagreeable mumbling and the crowd slowly thinned. Harry was glad for a little more privacy.

Hermione huffed moodily and pulled Harry away from Ron and into an abandoned classroom nearby. Ron tried to follow but she shut the door before he could get in.

“Hey!” Ron’s indignant cry was heard through the door, but Hermione ignored it.

She turned to look at Harry seriously. “Did you do this because of Malfoy?”

“No, he did it for me,” Harry said.

She raised an eyebrow. “He did this for you?” she repeated slowly, like she didn’t believe it.

“Yes.”

“Oh, Harry, don’t you see what he’s doing?”

“No?”

Hermione sighed, as though annoyed. “He’s changing you. He’s trying to get you to fit his standards.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Harry asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “It means he doesn’t like you the way you are.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” Hermione said, stressing the last word. Harry just didn’t seem to understand, or he didn’t want to.

“No,” Harry said, his temper rising. “He’s just helping. Can’t you just accept that?”

“Harry,” Hermione said plaintively, “he’s just playing with you. You know you can’t change him! You need to stop with this false hope. It’s not going to happen! He doesn’t care about you. He’s not going to change.”

Harry was silent for a moment while Hermione regarded him pityingly. Finally, he looked up at her, a set look on his face. “This isn’t any of your business, Hermione, so why don’t you just butt out? What I do with Draco is my own affair.”

“But, Harry!” Hermione cried as he stepped around her. “He’s using you! Don’t you care?!”

“How the hell do you know anything about what he’s doing?” Harry retorted angrily. “You don’t even know him!”

He didn’t give her the chance to respond, just pushed past her and wrenched the door open. Outside, he was met with Ron, who opened his mouth to complain about being left out.

“I don’t want to hear it, Ron,” Harry snapped. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

Ron was left stunned as Harry stalked past him and down another corridor, vanishing in the throng of students.

Harry pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the appreciative glances his new look was receiving. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew he didn’t want to be around Hermione at the moment.

He knew she thought she was doing what was best for him by trying to keep him away from Draco. He didn’t care, though. He wanted to spend time with Draco, try to see if anything might change, see if maybe Draco didn’t care for someone other than himself.

Harry was sure Draco cared for more than himself. He just had to prove it. Hermione didn’t believe him, that was fine, but he needed to know it was true.

He stopped walking and leaned against the wall tiredly. He sighed loudly, wishing everything was so much simpler.

“Potter.” A drawling, casual voice interrupted his musings and his head snapped up.

Draco was standing before him, looking resplendent in a pair of light jeans that hung low on his slim hips and a blue shirt that brought out his eyes. His eyes were traveling over Harry’s body, inspecting the clothes.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, pushing himself off the wall. “What are you doing here?”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “I go here.”

“Right,” Harry muttered.

Draco was silent for a moment, but took a cautious step forward. “Did your relatives give you shit about the clothes?”

“Huh?” Harry asked, having been distracted with thoughts of Hermione’s reaction again. “Oh, no, well, they were a little upset, but it doesn’t matter.”

Draco nodded slowly, his eyes still narrowed suspiciously. “Problems elsewhere?”

“It’s nothing,” Harry said, not wanting Draco to know about Hermione’s dislike of him. “Just Hermione doing what she does.”

Draco nodded again. He appeared to drop the subject, though, and shrugged. “See you in class.”

Then he turned and left Harry standing against the wall. Harry shook his head as the bell rang. He joined the wave of students surging to classes.

For the most of the morning, Harry ignored Hermione and Ron, sitting apart from them in all his classes. In Chemistry, Mr. Snape partnered him with the very stupid Vincent Crabbe, which Harry was almost glad for, until, that is, Crabbe added too much Nitrogen and the vial exploded.

He had received quite a tongue lashing for that and yet another detention. Needless to say, it wasn’t the best morning. On the other hand, his clothes were attracting much attention from all the students and some teachers.

Harry had at least five girls come up to him and compliment him on his new look. A few even went so far as to hit on him shamelessly until he wriggled out of their clutches.

By lunchtime, he was thoroughly tired of school. All he wanted to do was go home and go to work. Anything to escape the flirting girls and cold looks from Hermione.

As he got his lunch, he stopped, realizing he had nowhere to go. He didn’t want to eat with Ron and Hermione, and he didn’t really have too many other friends he would care to dine with.

He was about to turn and go find someone to eat with when a hand suddenly covered his mouth and a hand on his shirt tugged him back into a classroom.

As soon as he was let go, he whipped around, ready to exclaim indignantly at his attacker. He stopped when he saw it was Draco who had captured him. He frowned and looked around, realizing they were in Lupin’s English classroom.

“What’d you do that for?” Harry asked.

Draco didn’t answer. He simply walked behind Harry, turning the lock on the door and stripping off his shirt. He walked toward the speechless Harry, slowly maneuvering him back until he hit Lupin’s desk. His hands slid off Harry’s shirt in one smooth moment, sliding over Harry’s tanned torso.

“Malfoy, we can’t do this here,” Harry said, beginning to panic.

“Sure we can,” Draco said, leaning in and licking Harry’s neck seductively.

“But,” Harry protested weakly, “this is Lupin’s classroom and his de-esk.” He stuttered slightly as Draco pressed his hips into Harry’s, brushing his erection against Harry’s rapidly-hardening cock.

“What does that matter?” Draco drawled quietly, his lips ghosting over Harry’s neck.

Harry’s eyes started to drift closed, but he shook them open. “I-it’s Lupin. I can’t.”

At those words, Draco stopped kissing Harry’s neck and moved to his ear. “So you want to call this off?” he asked quietly. “Is it too much for you, Potter?”

Harry paused. He was being given an out. If he chose not to, he would be admitting defeat and would have to tell Hermione that she’d been right. He wasn’t sure if he could stand the look of smugness on her face if he did. On the other hand, if he chose to have sex with Draco in Lupin’s classroom, on Lupin’s desk no less, he would feel horrible knowing he disrespected Lupin, his favorite teacher and best parental figure.

Draco waited with bated breath. A part of him wanted Harry to tell him to stop, to push him away and tell him it was over. He knew he was pushing Harry way past his limits. Lupin was someone Harry admired and respected. Asking him to do this was like asking him to desecrate a religious object.

Yet, another part of Draco almost wanted Harry to agree to remain in the arrangement. He wasn’t sure why, but a little part of him thought that without Harry, something would be missing in his life.

Harry was silent a moment later, contemplating all his options. Finally, he reached down and grabbed Draco’s wrist, moving it up to his waist. “Okay.”

It took Draco a moment to realize what Harry had said. He wasn’t sure whether or not he was happy about his answer. He pushed it to the back of his mind, though, and tried to get back to the matter at hand.

His hands deftly undid Harry’s zipper and pushed under the fabric. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Harry hadn’t worn any underwear that day.

Harry flushed slightly as Draco looked at him with a sly eyebrow raise. He hadn’t been able to fit on boxers with the tightness of the jeans that morning.

He gasped as Draco’s warm hands wrapped around his cock, rubbing and twisting the sensitive flesh. His own hands traveled over Draco’s smooth backside, reveling in the feel of his soft skin.

Draco licked his lips hungrily and smirked at Harry. His other hand pushed Harry’s jeans down around his feet while his hips nudged Harry further against the desk until Harry was forced to climb up on it.

Draco followed him up, laying Harry down on top of a few random papers that littered the top. Harry’s foot accidentally knocked over a cup of pencils. Harry winced as it hit the floor and the pencils scattered across the floor.

Draco didn’t allow him to think about it, though, as he moved in, attacking Harry’s neck with his teeth and tongue. He heard Harry’s strangled moan as he sucked ravenously on the spot where neck met shoulder.

Harry gasped as Draco ground his hips into his own. He could feel his rock hard cock pulsing with need as Draco continued to tease him.

Draco’s hands were working their way over Harry’s body, tracing circles and shapes all over his torso. One hand slid up to Harry’s nipple, twisting and pulling it.

Harry arched into Draco’s touch, moaning loudly, no longer thinking about the situation.

“Shhh,” Draco warned him, reminding him that they were in fact in a public place and none too protected except by a flimsy door.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as Draco inserted a finger into his opening. There was no lubricant and Harry voiced his concern. “Mafloy, we don’t ha—“

Draco stopped him by holding up a small tube of something Harry could see. A second later, Harry felt a second, slick finger sliding into his body.

“Shi-i-i-it,” he breathed, trying to get used to the intrusion. No matter how many times they did this, it always felt new.

He heard a crinkling of plastic and knew Draco was putting on a condom. He braced himself for insertion, his hands curling around the edge of the desk.

He felt Draco’s cock nudging his entrance and shut his eyes tightly. He let out a low breath as Draco pushed in.

Draco pushed his cock deep into Harry’s body, loving the way it felt when surrounded by the tight, hot muscles. He began to move slowly, pulling out and sliding back in, a wave of heat rolling over his body with each thrust.

His hand reached for Harry’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. He heard Harry’s moans of pleasure, and bit his lip. He leaned in as he thrust. “Potter,” he whispered, pressing a hot kiss to Harry’s throat. “Quiet.”

Harry nodded fervently, swallowing hard and trying to stop making noise. It was hard when Draco kept rubbing his cock while slamming into his body simultaneously.

“M—Malfoy,” Harry panted, feeling his body coming to its limit. “I-I’m gonna—“

His voice died as his eyes caught sight of the rattling doorknob. “Holy shit.”

Draco looked up at the change in Harry’s tone. He followed his gaze to the door where the lock was turning. “You can say that again.”


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