Change My World

Sexual tension is a funny thing. And it was rife between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy for an entire week. No one in the school quite believed that this recent and heightened spate of hexes, leers and jeers could possibly be over only 20 lost House Points but no one had quite worked up the courage to ask either boy what it was actually all about. In fact, the few who had even implied that there might be something more to their current brawl were shortly after their unwise ejaculation found in Madame Pomfrey\'s care.

Ron was angry. Hermione was afraid. Crabbe and Goyle were enduring no less than five rants per day dedicated to how much better the school, no life in general, would be were the Boy Who Should Have Died never to have come to his school. Potter and Malfoy truly believed the other was mad for him. Both believed with all of their hearts that all the other thought about had to be them; and that any moment now they would come crawling to him begging for another kiss. But neither was going to be the first. That would be admitting defeat. And neither boy was going to give up.

Because of this level of aggression and malice between the boys, no one was particularly surprised when violence broke out during double Herbology. In the midst of Neville Longbottom\'s presentation about the Mimbulus mimbletonia where he was explaining about Stinksap, Malfoy was overheard to be implying that Longbottom was stinky. Draco was about to go on to call him sappy when Harry Potter leapt atop the worktable in front of him and lunged towards the Slytherin. Aside from the fact that Potter had begun to forcefully throttle Malfoy, the Gryffindor frustrated half a room\'s worth of Mimbulus mimbletonia, which, in its own defense, coated the entire greenhouse in Stinksap.

While both houses fled the reek and possibility of finding themselves covered in even more of the viscous fluid, Potter and Malfoy fought valiantly. Not one to shrink from fighting dirty, Draco pulled up one leg and slammed his knee between Harry\'s legs, causing the brunette to shriek in pain and curl his legs up. Unintentionally, but without its ironic justice, Potter\'s lurching leg, impacted Draco\'s own bits and pieces, causing him to also squall and scream in pain. Though both boys had clearly gotten their just desserts, Professor Sprout still found the need to assign them both detentions which were, perhaps a bit unwisely, assigned together.

**

\"I am not going into the forest with him. The last time I was in there with him... I almost died.\"

\"No one is interested enough in you to kill you, Malfoy,\" Potter retorted.

Hagrid sighed. They\'d fought all through Care of Magical Creatures only shutting up when the Erumpent, a magical creature of the one-horned variety who holds an explosive fluid in its horn; rammed itself into a tree to escape the squabbling, blowing itself up. And even then, it was only long enough to marvel at the explosion. Then they began to accuse the other of causing the creature\'s suicide.

Deep down, Hagrid knew that sending the quarrelling boys into the forest together was trouble. They would clearly be making entirely too much noise to keep creatures that might eat them from noticing them. However, Dumbledore seemed to think that it might teach them a bit of a lesson if the were attacked, and though it was a bit of a risky game, he was fairly certain that Potter was protected by the Prophecy.

\"Righ\' then, \'ere ye go,\" Hagrid said as he gave both dragon skin gloved boys the heavy iron buckets to collect the Fanged Geraniums in. Malfoy looked dispassionately at the oaf and gave him little other than a sneer before glaring at Harry, whose fault he believed it was that he was carrying out such a menial task.

\"Ladies first, Malfoy,\" Harry said as he held out his gloved hand and gave an exaggerated bow.

\"You\'d like that, wouldn\'t you Potter? Have me go first so you can stare at my bum, you nancy!\"

\"Watch who you\'re calling a nancy, you ponce. Are those yet another pair of new shoes?\" Harry snarked as Draco glared and pointed for Harry to go first.

\"Why yes, Potter, they are new. Not all of us care to dress like a Weasley. But I do hear that \'derelict\' is in this year, so perhaps someone will appreciate your... fashion statement,\" he snorted as he indicated Harry\'s oversized Muggle clothing.

Having no response to that other than wanting to smack that smug look off of Draco\'s face for insulting his best friend, Harry turned and headed into the forest. The Gryffindor rationalized that he could easily beat Malfoy in the forest without forcing Hagrid to have to cover for him for doing it.

Malfoy watched the sway of the fabric that thinly concealed the shape of Harry\'s well-formed arse. It wasn\'t really his intention to do so, or so he told himself. He simply wanted Potter to go first in case anything did happen to come at them. Better it should happen to the disheveled Golden Boy than to someone who actually mattered. So transfixed by the outline of the boy\'s posterior was Malfoy, that he hadn\'t heard Harry\'s whispering.

\"Malfoy!\" Potter finally said indignantly as he whirled around. Spotting the location of where Draco\'s eyes were, Harry forgot entirely that he was going to comment on how eerily quiet the forest had grown.

\"Well, well, well, just what were you looking at there, Malfoy?\"

\"I was watching the ground for Devil\'s Snare,\" he said indignantly.

\"Correct me if I\'m wrong, but doesn\'t Devil\'s Snare traditionally grow about three feet lower than you were currently looking?\"

\"Pfft.\"

\"Excuse me?\"

Draco was stalling for an explanation; \"I was about to look at your face from the ground since you were bellowing at me!\"

\"Mhm.\"

\"I was!\"

\"I believe you.\"

\"I was not looking at your arse!\"

His denial was as good as an admission and while Harry should have pounced on it, he suddenly found himself entirely too embarrassed by the concept to do anything other than to blush furiously. To disguise this response, he turned his back to Draco. Suddenly self-conscious about the Slytherin reexamining his hindquarters, he turned back around, only to again realize his face would give him away. In his indecision, Harry turned sideways and then realized that showed both and was about to whirl around again when he heard a strange, high-pitched staccato noise coming from the direction of his companion.

Draco Malfoy was giggling. Not cackling. Not snorting derisively. Giggling.

Realizing that he\'d been caught in such an undignified act, Draco clapped his hands over his mouth, but his shaking shoulders were giving him away. Watching Harry in that bizarre and confused dance was entirely too much. And worse, it was too cute. Finally he choked out, \"Practicing for the Hogwarts Dance Squad?\" Clutching his stomach and finally bending over, he could no longer control his cackle any longer and it pealed through the Forbidden Forest dangerously.

\"Oh my God, I hate you!\" Potter cried out, again, entirely too loudly in a forest full of angry creatures. Flinging down his arms, the gloves were off and he pulled his hands back up, ready to fight. It was on.

This action only caused Draco to laugh harder. Although now he was trying to control it because he did want to finally have it out with Harry, every time he blinked, the thought of the green-eyed boy going wild with physical indecision about how to stand sent him into another fit. Still, he shoved off his gloves and brought his fists up. He wasn\'t terribly good with physical fighting; he was a wizard, after all. But there were just some things that a man had to settle with bare hands.

\"I don\'t know why you\'re bringing up your fists, Potter, your lips were dangerous enough, if I recall.\"

It was the first reference made to the kissing debacle that had happened one week and a few hours ago. Harry\'s eyes narrowed at Draco for a moment. It felt a little like the first punch.

\"If it hurt you so badly, why did you stay and stick your forked tongue in my mouth, Malfoy?\"

\"You begged me!\"

\"I dared you!\"

\"You wanted it!\"

\"I wanted my house points back!\"

\"Oh, so you\'re a whore now? Think I\'d pay you in House Points? You know, I don\'t have to bribe people to kiss me. I get loads of kisses on my own!\"

That stung a bit, but Harry shook it off, \"You brought up kissing in the first place!\"

\"I didn\'t think you\'d do it! I didn\'t know you were a flaming queer when I said it!\"

\"I am not GAY!\"

\"You kissed a boy, doesn\'t that-\" Draco\'s voice broke off as a huge shadow started to approach them. His eyes widened in terror and he flinched, frozen on the spot.

\"I\'m not falling for that again, Malfoy. Going to claim there\'s a Dementor?\" Harry asked as he rolled his eyes. Then he heard it, a low and rumbling roar. Harry\'s hand flew down to his pocket and retrieved his wand. He heard the sound of galloping. Fuck. Centaurs. Firenze-less centaurs. Centaurs who no longer considered him a child: dangerous centaurs.

Harry hadn\'t really followed through the thought that magic was basically useless against creatures. He simply turned around; his eyes wide and alert, ready to fend off whatever it was that was coming at them. The bold Gryffindor started to back up protectively in front of Malfoy. He felt back behind him only to find that Malfoy wasn\'t there. He\'d just whipped his head back to note that Draco Malfoy was no longer behind him when he was grabbed and yanked off of the trail and into a hedge of Flutterby Bushes.

The quivering bush was great cover, really. It allowed the two squirming and relentless boys someplace to hide without having to be completely still. Harry turned his head and looked at the blond who had his back clutched tightly against his chest. Using the excuse that he shouldn\'t move too much as he saw Bane stalking about, glaring down at the forlorn dragon skin gloves and iron buckets, Harry relaxed into the grip.

Draco closed his eyes. Harry Potter smelled utterly like a boy: musty clothes, soap and perspiration. And having his arms around him felt rather nicer than he\'d expected. Not that he\'d given that any thought, mind you. But now that it was thrust upon him, he did his best to-- then he realized where his left hand was. Further he realized that Harry\'s wand was drawn and the hardness in his pants probably wasn\'t a torch.

This was about the time that Harry also realized that his proximity to the mint and rosemary smelling boy had caused him a reaction of the most embarrassing kind. He stood there, starting to quietly panic, willing his erection down. Focusing hard on the danger he was in almost started to work until Draco\'s body and- dear god his hand- shifted. \"Stop moving!\" he hissed quietly.

\"Are you sure that\'s what you really want, Potter?\" Draco insinuated.

That was it. Impending trampling by magical creatures or not, Harry Potter was not going to allow Draco Malfoy to know that he was hard! Of course, Draco Malfoy already knew that, but Harry Potter\'s blood was far south of his thinking head.

\"You just touched me there!\" Harry whispered desperately, his voice shielded just enough by the Flutterby bushes that Bane seemed to not notice. In fact, the Centaur seemed to be more interested in sniffing at the gloves than their present whereabouts.

\"You are hard!\"

\"Because you touched me!\"

\"You were hard when I touched you!\"

\"I\'m a teenaged boy!\"

\"You\'re a gay teenaged boy!\"

\"You still haven\'t moved your hand!\"

\"Oh, you want me to move it?\" Draco whispered as he started to idly stroke the front of Harry\'s pants.

\"What are you doing?\"

\"What does it feel like I\'m doing?\" Malfoy\'s heart was pounding in his chest. Why in the world was he doing this? It seemed a good gag at the time, but now that Potter was squirming against him....

\"Are you going to...\" he whispered even lower, \"Jerk me off?\"

\"I don\'t know, Potter, it\'s only our second date, and you haven\'t even bought me dinner yet. I\'d hate for you to think I was trampy,\" Draco whispered into the softly curved shell of Harry\'s ear.

Harry shivered at the feel of the warm breath of the boy against his ear and the feeling of someone else\'s hand stroking him. That they were outside and in danger seemed to make the whole tableau even more erotic, making the virgin Gryffindor\'s length ache.

Trampy or not, the way that Harry was now melting back against Draco was intoxicating. His body had long since responded to the press of the raven-haired boy against him and he tentatively pressed his hips forward against Harry\'s ass. In response, the Gryffindor pushed back against it and slowly flexed his hips to stimulate Malfoy\'s erection.

Both boys wanted desperately to gloat over the other\'s arousal. Fortunately both boys also knew that if they did that this would come to an abrupt and rather disruptive end. So neither said a word.

Draco moved his hands to Harry\'s belt and tried quietly to pull the tine from the hole in the leather. Harry slipped his hands behind him to Draco\'s trousers, trying to same maneuver with his fingers, only blindly and backwards.

Carefully, Draco let the belt dangle and went for the button and finally the zipper. Though he didn\'t say anything to Harry, he did hope the boy would have the good sense to close his thighs as Draco folded the closure of Harry\'s pants back so he could slip his hand under the elastic of the boy\'s plain white underwear. Sadly, Harry wasn\'t quite thinking and his pants dropped from his hips. Normally the sound of fabric hitting the ground, even with a slightly tinkling belt wouldn\'t be cause for great alarm. However, with an angry centaur just yards away, every noise is earth-shattering.

With Draco\'s head on Harry\'s shoulder, four eyes glared out from the bushes frightfully. Bane turned in a slightly skewed direction at the noise and his head stayed up and alert to any further rustling. The boys froze where they were, staring intently. Fingers still on Malfoy\'s half undone zipper, Harry was holding his breath as the magical creature started to pace in the skewed direction he\'d been looking in.

Warning sign noted, Draco clamped his thighs closed to avoid another noise like that. The Gryffindor boy was almost too scared to continue until Draco\'s slightly tepid pale hand slipped under his waistband and he started to gently stroke the very pads of his fingers up and down his shaft. Harry let out a long and ragged breath at this first contact of skin that was not his own against his frustrated manhood.

Not to be outdone, however, Harry quickly jammed a hand down Draco\'s silken boxers, feeling the wet patch on the fabric where the precum had soaked through. It was the first erection that wasn\'t his own that he\'d ever touched. He marveled at its smoothness, at the weight of it in his hand. He\'d never stroked one that wasn\'t his own and the shape felt oddly but erotically different than his own. However, this angle was difficult for him.

Sinking his chin deeper into the green-eyed boy\'s shoulder, Draco fished Harry\'s length out and peered down at its perfect peachiness in his pale hand. Wrapping his hand around it, Draco rolled his fingers in, flexing them in a strumming motion that he preferred on his own, letting Harry feel the different subtle textures that his flesh created for him. Harry let out a moan of pleasure as his fingers scrabbled almost wildly at Malfoy\'s length behind him.

Draco didn\'t much care for Harry\'s inexperienced fingers clutching him nervously and too tight. Nor was Potter really able to perform like this. But he didn\'t wish his erection to go neglected. Then he had an idea. Pushing the boy\'s hand away from his blushing pink prick, he slid it up between Harry\'s thighs. He didn\'t think Harry would worry overmuch that he was going to be penetrated as he was still wearing his gleaming white underpants. And, in fact, Harry wasn\'t worried at all.

Harry was worried about very little at the moment save for the feel of Draco\'s hand on his dick and whether Bane was coming this way. At feeling the Slytherin\'s erection between his thighs, he clamped his thighs shut and pushed back at him instinctively. Draco\'s pastel lips parted and he breathed hotly against Harry\'s chin as he watched his hand covering and pulling at the Gryffindor\'s manhood luxuriantly.

With the risk of being caught and the extreme taboo of what they were doing and with whom and the utter wrongness of it all, neither would last long. Bane seemed to have given up, and began to trot off into the distance, leaving Draco free to slide against Potter\'s clenched thighs with more abandon, causing a quiet slapping noise amongst the soft fluttering of leaves around them.

\"Oh God, Malfoy,\" Harry whimpered as he felt the first wave of his release hit and coat the bush before him under the half light of the filtered moon.

Watching the thin ropes of Harry\'s ejaculate spew out made Draco\'s abdomen burn and soon his scrotum tensed and pumped and his own release shot messily through Harry\'s thighs, onto the bush and dribbled down the tanned boy\'s sparsely haired legs.

Both boys shuddered and gasped breathily as they coaxed their orgasms to a slow and oozing end. Draco leaned his weight on Harry, and the Gryffindor shifted his weight back against Malfoy. Holding each other up, they remained quiet but for the ragged breathing against each other\'s faces.

Again, Draco was the first to break the silence by clearing his throat. After a beat, Harry moved out from under the blond boy\'s chin and bent forward to pull up his pants feeling utterly shaken and embarrassed. The movement caused Draco\'s wasted manhood to fall from between Harry\'s thighs and slap uselessly against the silken fabric of his boxers. Hastily, Draco tucked himself away as he watched Harry yank up his pants and fasten them. Strangely, the pale blond didn\'t even wish to break the quiet calm by giggling at how Harry\'s glasses had half steamed over. And Harry didn\'t mention the odd way that the bush had rumpled Draco\'s hair.

Wincing at the weird way his pants now clung to him, as Harry had not wiped Draco\'s leavings from his leg, he turned to say something when there was a louder rustling in the bushes. Using the smell of their sex, Bane had scented them out immediately and now thrust his head through the bushes at them.

With a loud shriek, Draco started to run. Harry, who had uselessly clung to his wand the whole time, lifted it and shouted. \"Incarcerous!\" The Gryffindor prayed that there were no more of the mythical horse beasts with Bane as the ropes spewed from his wand to tangle. Luck was on their side that night, as he was alone. Sadly, however, the binding didn\'t altogether disable the now twice-as-angry centaur, but merely slowed him.

Harry immediately turned to catch Draco a few feet from him with his wand drawn. Speechless that the otherwise gutless wizard was actually backing him up, Harry stood dumbly surprised. So dumbly surprised was he, that Draco was forced to grab Harry\'s wrist to yank him to his senses so that they could flee the forest.

Bane hobbled after them as quickly as he could, but the students were quickly at the edge of the forest and shouting for Hagrid. The half-giant came lumbering out of his cottage bearing his crossbow and stood at the edge of the stand of trees watching patiently until he boys fled out and ran behind him. Seeing the implement of death poised and ready, Bane bid a hasty retreat, grumbling about humans in his forest.

Harry leaned against Hagrid, sex and fright-wearied and let out a long sigh. \"Thank you, Hagrid,\" Harry breathily gasped out.

\"Yer welcome. See ye didna bring back nuthin\'. Thas liken to make summat problem,\" he pointed out.

\"Well, it\'s Malfoy\'s fault.\"

\"Yeah? Whuddid he do ta\' Bane, Harry?\" the lumbering man asked.

\"It was not, you were the one who let his pants-\" Harry reached forward and covered Malfoy\'s mouth.

\"What \'appened to yer pants Harry?\" Hagrid asked innocently as he looked down at the odd way Harry\'s pants were stuck to his thighs.

\"Nothing,\" Harry insisted. \"Plants or something.\"

Hagrid nodded and shrugged. \"Ye should get some sleep. I\'ll tell Dumbledore ye tried, but Bane was not cooperatin\',\" he said with an affirmative nod. \"C\'mere Fang, time fer bed. Nigh\' boys.\"

Harry waved to Hagrid while Draco just looked at the oaf with distaste and shoved his hands in his pockets. The boys didn\'t dare say anything as they walked back to the castle. Occasionally one would steal a glance at the other, only to look away when it was noticed. Finally inside, it was time to part ways.

\"Well, umm... that was err...\" Harry said.

\"We were scared,\" Draco affirmed.

\"Right. Scared. Because all those times I met up with Voldemort it was so hard to keep from jerking off.\"

Draco flinched at hearing Voldemort\'s name spoken out loud and then rolled his eyes. \"Fine then, you\'re a fag.\"

\"You grabbed me!\"

\"On accident!\"

\"And jerking me off was a succession of repeated accidents?\"

\"Maybe.\"

\"You are such an ass!\"

\"You were hard!\"

\"Do you rub every hard cock in your presence?\"

\"Usually the only hard cock in my presence is my own, and yes, I\'ve been known to rub one out!\"

\"Not tonight,\" Harry gloated.

\"I\'m going to bed,\" the blond boy announced. He didn\'t have an answer for his actions and in truth, neither did Harry.

\"Go then. Or do you want a goodnight kiss?\" Harry further taunted, springing up on the balls of his feet.

Draco didn\'t feel like playing right now. In fact, he was utterly confused and the taunt stung him a bit.

Seeing the odd emotion flicker through the Slytherin\'s eyes Harry\'s stomach felt tight. \"Er... I mean... I\'d umm... give-\"

Draco\'s hand moved up and waved at him dismissively as he turned slowly and started to swagger away.

Harry\'s emerald eyes watched the boy distancing himself to him.

If he doesn\'t turn around, it\'s over. If he doesn\'t look at me, I blew it.

Draco was at the end of the hall. He turned the corner. Harry\'s heart felt leaden and his eyes cast down to the floor. But peripherally, he saw the pale hand flutter up. Draco had stopped and was leaning on the corner of the stone wall.

Slowly, his head turned and he looked at Harry and gave him a slow smile. Winking, he mouthed, \"Gotcha,\" and then stepped forward and vanished down the intersecting hall.