The Erotic Adventures of Potter And Malfoy

Chapter 2

“Do you reckon he’s alright yet?” Hermione murmured to Ron, who ran his fingers through his red hair and rubbed his face.
“You know, I still think it’s not Harry. Maybe someone’s taking Polyjuice Potion or something, but…. How can that be Harry? He hates Malfoy! I don’t know what he thinks he’s doing…”
“Yes, Ron, but do you reckon he’s okay?”
“Well, last time I was up there, I asked him if he was okay and he just left the hanging on his bed shut and told me to leave him alone. I guess he was pretty embarrassed today.” Ron shook his head in disbelief at Harry’s behaviour.
“I’d say utter humiliation would be a better way of putting it, Ron. He’s probably too shy to show his face now.” As Ron tensed himself for another outburst about Harry’s odd actions, Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. “Look, Ron, I know you don’t like the concept that Harry might like Malfoy, but being angry and judgemental about it is not going to help him. Just let him work it out on his own and be a good, friend, Ron. It’s all you can do. Are we going to go down to Lunch, or just sit here talking about Harry all day?”

They had been sitting in the armchairs by the Gryffindor fire since nine in the morning, and Harry still hadn’t materialised. While Harry sometimes slept late on Saturdays, he generally emerged sleepily around noon. Ron sighed again, then stood up and engulfed Hermione’s hand in his and they both exited through the portrait hole.

When they were gone and the red and golden Gryffindor common room had been deserted and silent for a while, a dormitory door opened, and at last Harry Potter emerged. He flopped down into one of the winged armchairs that Hermione and Ron had just vacated in a state of exhaustion, having not slept. Even the light doze he’d managed to drift into hadn’t really helped, since it had been plagued with image Mal Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins hunting him down. Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned, colouring lightly as he remembered Snape’s awful humiliation of him yesterday.

While he really didn’t want to face the music, or, more accurately, the sneering abuse of Malfoy and the Slytherins and the shock of his fellow Gryffindor friends, his stomach was making horribly insistent demands (a result of hiding and missing dinner and breakfast), and so Harry shelved his plans of staying in his bed until the end of mankind and reluctantly dragged himself off the chair and stumbled out of the door.

Malfoy’s head jerked up as Crabbe poked him in the side.
“What? What?” He said angrily, having fallen asleep on his Cornish pasty. He rubbed the bits of pastry off his face and looked around the hall to where Crabbe and Goyle were both looking. Potter had just walked slowly into the Great Hall, his head bowed and his eyes staring fixedly at the ground. As the rest of the hall watched in bemusement or disgust, he slunk to the empty seat next to Hermione and rested his head on his hand. Hermione put a pasty on his plate, looking at him worriedly, and he smiled weakly at her and picked at it. He could hear the muttering on tables all around him and knew that it was probably all about him. Harry glanced over to the Slytherin tables and saw Malfoy watching him in contempt. He lowered his eyes again and finished off his pasty, then got up to leave as most of the hall did, to seem less conspicuous.

“Malfoy,” he called, running to keep up with the elusive target, “Malfoy!”
“What do you want, Potter?”
“Um…well, about yesterday. Can we go somewhere where there aren’t millions of other people all listening on me trying to explain?” Harry glared at the knot of suddenly suspiciously innocent people around them.
“I’m not sure if I should go anywhere alone, Potter, you might be seized with a strange compulsion to leap on me. Of course, I could then be seized with a strange compulsion to break your face against a stone wall.”
“Malfoy,” Harry said wearily, “I’m not going to jump on you, I just don’t think I have the energy today. Please? I just want to clarify yesterday.”

Malfoy studied his face for a while and then turned and led Harry to a deserted classroom, where he sat on a desk, giving Harry a “this better be good” look. Harry stood in front of him; far enough away to be out of range of the good slapping he felt sure Malfoy was going to give him.
“I….I don’t really know what to say, Malfoy. That book, it came in the post for me, I don’t know who sent it…. And I opened it to see what sort of tat it was, someone writing about you and me having…. Relations.”
“You mean sex.” Malfoy drawled, putting a slight emphasis on the last word.
“Well, yes, about you and me having sex, and stuff. I don’t know. It just struck a chord in me and I couldn’t stop reading it. And then I started dreaming...”
“You were dreaming about me, Potter? That’s fucking freaky.” Malfoy interrupted for the second time.
“Yeah,” Harry said shortly, beginning to feel stupid and annoyed now “dreaming about you…about stuff in the book, about what it describes.” He rubbed a hand across his face “I wish no-one had sent me that book. I don’t even know where it is now. Snape could be showing it to anyone.” Harry slumped onto a desk himself, drawing his legs up to sit cross-legged, propping his head on his hands, his elbows resting on his thighs.
“God, Potter, that’s such a childish attitude. It’s happened now and you can’t change it. And you don’t need to wonder about where the book is, because I have it.” Malfoy drew the slim paperback out of his bag. “They could have chosen a more interesting title. Don’t you think? The Erotic Adventures of Potter and Malfoy. While it has the cheese aspect, it barely hints at the hard anal fucking contained within, all the secret debauchery that has been plaguing your conscious.”

Harry’s mouth had gaped open. He shut it quickly as Malfoy got off the desk and sauntered towards him, the slim book open in his hand.
“It does plague you, doesn’t it, Potter. I see it in your eyes. You dream of me fucking you, gliding fully into you. You dream of sucking on my cock and seeing me close my eyes and hearing me moan your name as I come down your throat. I see that hunger in your eyes, Potter.” He walked closer. \"What are you doing, Malfoy?\" he read in a good imitation of Harry’s voice. \"Malfoy walked closer to Potter and gazed down at him with silver eyes.\"
Malfoy stalked closer to Harry across the classroom.
“Malfoy?” he read out “Wha..?”
But he didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence. Malfoy bent forward quickly and pressed his lips against Harry’s.”

The real-life Malfoy stood there, watching Harry’s obvious arousal and discomfort.
“Really, Potter, it’s not only you that gets aroused by this idea.” He said and pounced on Harry, pushing him backwards and kissing him hard, sucking on his lower lips and pushing Harry backwards until Harry lost his balance and fell backwards, his shoulders crashing down on the desk behind him. Being bridged over the gap was slightly uncomfortable, but Harry forgot about that as Malfoy straddled him, his obvious erection brushing against Harry. Malfoy ground against him and Harry bit his lip to stifle a moan. Shifting against him, Malfoy quickly undid Harry’s robes, and his jeans beneath and pulled Harry’s cramped erection free. Harry bucked his hips at Malfoy’s touch and groaned as he wrapped a hand around his cock and started moving it quickly. He leaned forward to kiss him again, jerking his hand in time with Potter’s gasps and moans of pleasure and felt Harry buck his hips again. Malfoy straightened up again and used his other hand to stroke and cup Harry’s balls, hearing Harry’s breathing get more ragged. Harry clenched his hands in his open robes and came hard, biting his lips to prevent calling out. Malfoy slowly decreased the pace of his strokes, watching Harry’s gasp, and he leaned forward and licked Harry clean.

“Holy fuck, Malfoy” Harry gasped trying to sit up and failing. Malfoy grabbed his hand and pulled him upright again, kissing him. Harry could taste himself on those lips, and was lost in the kiss, until he felt Malfoy do his robes up and brush him off. “Malfoy?” he questioned, all slightly hurt confusion, as he saw Malfoy preparing to leave. Malfoy laughed softly.ou cou can’t expect to have all of me yet, Potter, we are only on the first chapter.” He blew a kiss to Harry and walked out the door.