Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

Okay...I hate to say it, but I would like to have less scenes in the Prisoner of Azkaban because I really want to get to the Goblet of Fire and the bath scene... “What happens when Harry and Draco meet in a bathtub, with almost all the bubbles gone?”. However, I am committed to writing this properly, so here we go!

This is meant to happen around Chapter 5, but as JK Rowling is a third person narrator, not really omniscient (yet), she doesn’t mention Draco’s summer.

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Draco was lying on his bed, naked. He wasn’t touching himself though – he was just captivated by a feeling of disgust.

It was the early morning, and light was streaming through the large windows in his room; his father was out for the week, and his mother had gone to town with some of the elves to shop. He was alone in the house, and though most teenage boys would take the opportunity to prance around in the nude, jerking off wherever it suited them, eating desserts all day, or just enjoy the peace...Draco was not happy.

Due to all of the stress of homework and shopping for school, Draco had not been able to play with himself in five days. He hadn’t even looked down, or felt down, for fear that he would get distracted from the more vital itineraries of the week. However, today, having accomplished all that he needed to, he had shucked off his pyjamas to find...

To find...

...

Hair. Down there. Just a little tiny patch of it, that couldn’t have been there for much more than a day. But it was gross. It wasn’t right – Draco felt that his pristine skin had been pierced and scarred by this unwanted intrusion. Why, oh sweet god, why was this happening to him?

He had always been conscious of the fact that men had hair under their armpits, or on their chests and legs, but he had never thought that it would be...around his cock.

This had put him in a bad mood, and he hadn’t been able to get hard, no matter how much he thought of Potter or anything else that could do the job. It wasn’t working anymore!

After being awake for half an hour, he finally took it upon himself to get up. He didn’t bother with clothes, for his mum wouldn’t be back for hours, and unless they were called, the elves liked to stay hidden. He exited his room, walked down the master staircase, across the foyer, and into the kitchen – all nude.

It was a simple breakfast – just eggs, bacon, orange juice, a waffle, and some hot chocolate. He was impressed with himself for making all of it, and this put him in a slightly better mood. When he finished, he realized that being naked alone in a huge house made him rather cold. What was the solution? A nice, warm bath.

The Malfoys owning a manor, and not a house, conferred certain luxuries upon its occupants. One of which was, much to Draco’s enjoyment, a magnificent and huge bath. He had heard tales of the one that the prefects got to use, and that his was about the same size; he liked this privacy better, though.

After waiting five minutes (thank god for enchanted bathtubs), he dived into a pool of hot water and bubbles. Thanks to a convenient spell, he was able to see underwater without impairing his vision, and so he went for a little exploratory swim...

...and then he came upon a lever, hidden under one of the seats. He pulled, and suddenly a hole opened in the floor and he swam down, then horizontal, and then back up. Surfacing with a great gasp, he surveyed his surroundings – it appeared as though he was in a part of the building he had never seen before. There were no doors in the room; the only entrance must have been the one Draco used.

He got out of the water and onto the marble platform that bordered the bathtub. There were statues around him. Statues of naked...

Men! And women! And ... a boy?

Draco walked up to one marble statue, exquisitely carved, of a boy about his age – also completely nude. “Except you don’t have hair down there,” he muttered angrily.

“All you’ve got to do is shave!” The statue suddenly moved its lips.

Draco jumped a foot back, nearly into the water. “What the fuck?”

“My name’s Alcibiades,” said the statue, “and you are Draco Malfoy.”

“How the fuck do you know that?” Draco was bewildered, and added, “You’re a statue!”

“Yes, I am a statue. But I am a special statue,” he smiled.

“I can see that, but ... how?”

“Daedalus made me...haven’t you ever heard the story?”

“No,”

“Daedalus made statues in ancient Greece, but there was a problem – they wouldn’t stay still, and preferred to walk around,”

Draco didn’t know what to say, but he did know to cover his cock – he was beginning to get a hard on.

“I was made for boys our age – to act as the perfect form that everyone should strive for,” said Alcibiades.

“I’m supposed to be like a marble statue?”

“No, silly!” the statue giggled. Suddenly, in a flash of light, cracks began to form on the statue, and then all of the marble fell off it and onto the ground. There was a great cloud of dust which cause Draco to cough a bit, but when it cleared, it made him gasp.

In front of him now stood a boy roughly his age, if not slightly taller and older, who was utterly gorgeous...and hard as a rock.

“I’m also supposed to teach you a few things,” Alcibiades strode forward to meet Draco face to face. Faster than Draco could see, Alcibiades reached a hand down and grabbed Draco’s now unhidden cock. He pulled, hard, and then built up a steady rhythm. Draco moaned.

“Fuck...that’s h-ho-hottt...” Draco managed to choke out.

“I’ve been around for twenty four centuries...I know what works,”

Every time Alcibiades smiled, Draco got more aroused – it was as though Draco was getting horny from emotion, and not just physical stimulation. But ... why was this happening with a guy?

The questions flew out of his mind when the hand on his cock suddenly disappeared, and Draco whimpered.

When a pair of lips wrapped around his cock, though...he gave a shout and came instantly. He shot load after load of cum into mouth that was pleasuring him more than he ever had been, and when he was finally spent, he fell backwards into the water with a refreshing splash.

Boneless, he just lay spread eagle, and eventually floated up to the surface. His breathing was heavy, his body was exhausted, but everything had felt just so...good, sexy, hot, erotic, fun...awesome.

“See you next time!” Alcibiades waved as he took several steps back from the water. He resumed his original stance, and then was a statue of marble once more.

Draco was about to leave the water and try for round two when he was suddenly sucked into the water, back through the passage from whence he had come, and was then dumped into the regular bath. The hole in the ground closed, and the lever vanished.

After surfacing, he quickly got out and towelled off. He dressed and then went to the Manor Library, and though he checked every architectural drawing of the building, he could find no trace of the room he had just been in. He spent the entire afternoon looking and not finding anything.

He scowled all through dinner.