The Consequences of Solutions

For some reason both Draco and Harry had been avoiding each other all they could. It probably had something to do with the fact that every time their eyes locked, they felt the urge to get closer to one another. And if they, for some reason, touched…well they couldn’t risk THAT out in public.



It was lunchtime, and Harry was on his way to the Great Hall, having somehow ditched Hermione and Ron (They were probably making out somewhere). Suddenly a hand seemed to come out of nowhere, grabbed him, and pulled him through what appeared to be a wall.



To his surprise, when he finally got his bearings, he was in Draco’s room, held against the wall with his robes already pushed off of him and Draco’s hand struggling with Harry’s pants zipper. He somehow managed to get the zipper undone, pulled the top button from its hole, and hastily pulled down the pants so they puddled at Harry’s ankles.



Happy to realize Harry was not wearing underwear, Draco settled onto his knees and took the hardening penis in front of him into his mouth. Alternating between licking and sucking, he brought Harry to orgasm faster then he thought possible. The taste of his mate was amazing, so salty and uniquely Harry. No other man Draco had been with had tasted good enough to warrant this kind of treatment from Draco. And it wasn’t often that a Malfoy would willingly do something so demeaning.



As Harry stood against the wall, leaning into it as his body shook from his release, he wondered if he and Draco would ever get to talking about what it was that they were doing. Was this going to be just physical, or did they really have a chance at something good? Something long term?



Draco was thinking basically the same thing, though he came to the conclusion that if he could convince Harry that the sex was good enough to stick around until the blond started to show from his pregnancy, he could reel the man of his dreams in for good. And he had no intention of ‘talking’ about anything until he was sure Harry would be his.



Just as the brunette’s mind was clearing enough to think, Draco pulled him away from the wall and pushed Harry so that he was bent over the large, wonderfully extravagant bed, his ass showing to the world.



Draco grinned. Now it was his turn, and he intended to make it good. Casting his wordless spell to lube and stretch the Golden-Boy’s tight hole, Draco ran his hands up and down the nicely muscled back of his lover, noticing a few scars and marks that appeared to be from at least several months ago. The oldest scars were just thin lines of white on Harry’s tanned skin.



The Slytherin Prince ran his finger over one of the scars, feeling the boy below him shiver. He then brought his mouth to Harry’s neck and began to suck, drawing moans from his partner. Then he reached under his lover and began stroking his length as he leveled his own cock at the entrance to Harry’s hole.



By the time Draco’s penis breached the entrance of Harry’s ass, Harry was hard and moaning again, pushing back to envelope the blond in himself. He didn’t know why he wanted this. He had never thought about wanting this. But oh, he wanted it.



Once Draco was completely sheathed in his love, he began to move, drawing moans and gasps of pleasure from his partner. No matter how much sex he had had before this, it never had felt this good. He had had control in those situations; not like now, where his frantic movements caused him to blow his load before he had really gotten a rhythm going.



Harry however, was too incoherent from pleasure to care. Draco’s hand was still stroking him in just the right ways, and when he felt Draco’s essence coat his insides, he came too – hard. Draco collapsed over Harry’s limp body, and both lay there together for several long minutes.



When they managed to stand up, Harry stared in embarrassment at the large cum stain he had blessed Draco’s bed with. “I’m so sorry Draco!” He moaned, covering his face with his hands. He was mortified.

Draco pulled Harry close to him and wrapped his arms around the embarrassed young man. “Harry, it’s just cum. And if you don’t remember, we have this thing called Magic…and it works pretty well for cleaning up messes like that.”



Blushing even more, Harry buried his face in Draco’s neck and breathed in his scent. How was Draco always so perfect? He even smelled perfect.



“So, how did you do that thing where you pulled me through the wall?”



“Oh that? That was easy enough…but you’d better ask Snape about it if you want to know how to do it right. A lot of stuff I know to use only works from my room to somewhere else in Hogwarts. It’s a benefit of having money and being privileged. I have been doing most of those spells for too long to think about them in terms for teaching someone else. Snape taught me a lot of them when I was young so I could avoid the Death eaters who visited the Manor.”



“Oh.” Was all Harry could think to say.



They sat in silence for a few minutes before Harry spoke again.



“So are we like, together, or is this just..”



“It’s five minutes past lunch break! We’re late!” Draco interrupted, dragging Harry up and apperating them out of the room.