The Firewhisky In The Punch

A/N: This one came about because of a conversation with my sister. We have a lot of odd ones and it is for the best of your own health to not ask. One of us said, "I had great timing. You had ill timing." That is all and no, I don't remember exactly what we were talking about. Again, for the best of your own health, do not ask.

Quote: I had great timing. You had ill-timing.

Story: Timing

It was after midnight. The Marauder's Map showed that every student was safely ensconced in their beds. Except one. And that was exactly how this particular student had timed things. Oh, yes. This was perfect.

Harry lay back against the cool, stone edge of the prefect's tub, sighing as he felt it heat to the water temperature. Perfect. The water was still moving slightly from when he'd stepped in and was caressing his erection very nicely.

Absolute perfection.

His eyes slid closed, hand drifting to his cock, as a favorite fantasy came into focus in his mind's eye. Sheer white blond hair, gray eyes, dusky pink lips. A voice that was pure seduction. Hands that were skilled not only in the art of potion making. And a tongue that knew exactly what to do.

Harry sighed and his back arched. He loved imagining Draco Malfoy giving him a blow job anytime, but when he was in the water, surrounded by liquid heat, it was so much better. So much easier to imagine that he had exactly what he wanted.

His hand sped up as he neared climax and he cried out Draco's name when he did.

Which was quickly followed by a loud gasp and a heavy thud.

Harry turned around quickly, hoping that one of the prefects hadn't decided on a late night patrol and then end with a quick shower. He'd knew he'd have a lot of explaining to do then. At least it wasn't a teacher; he knew he'd find himself before McGonagall in an instant if that was the case.

"Pot--Harry, you, that--"

Oh, this was good. Harry smirked and let his head loll back on the stone. "I had great timing. You had ill timing."

"I'd say," Draco muttered, obviously coming to his senses. He cleared his throat. "As a prefect and Head Boy, you know I'm obliged to tell McGonagall about this. You are out after hours and in a room that is only for prefects."

Harry, feeling bold all of a sudden, stood up, the water running down his nude body and turned to face Draco. "Why wait? I'm sure this will be better if we go now."

Draco raised an eyebrow as his eyes swept down Harry's body. "Well, we could, but I'm sure she'll die of shock if we went now. However, you didn't let me finish. We could make a deal."

"Oh?" Harry was interested, no feigning that. But he could hide his fear. Much as he lusted after his rival, he'd rather not be blackmailed by the Slytherin.

"Oh, yes," Draco whispered, stepping closer to Harry. "Show me exactly what you were thinking about just before you came and then I'll let this slide."

That wasn't too bad. And he really didn't mind if word got out about it. After all, it'd save him the trouble of finding a good time for telling his friends he was gay. So, he went to his knees in the water, opened Draco's pants and gave his first blow job.

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The next day, at lunch, Harry was sitting by himself at the house table, a little wistful. Honestly, couldn't his friends understand that it was difficult to find a way to say, "I'm gay"? Especially since Ron had been making hints all year that Harry and Ginny should get back together. How was Harry supposed to reveal his sexual orientation with that kind of pressure going on? Hermione...well, she was hurt that he'd even thought of keeping it a secret so he kind of understood that.

"I think we need to work on our timing, Potter," Draco said from somewhere in front of Harry.

Harry raised his eyebrow, wondering if Draco was trying to humiliate and isolate him ever more. Of course, if Draco was proposing they spend more time together in some...productive activities, then Harry didn't mind so much.

"Meet me in the come and go room, tonight, at midnight," Draco said, "And we'll find out if we can work on our timing then."

Harry smirked. If being gay meant this, he knew he'd been stupid to keep his gob shut for so long. "Sounds like a plan."