The Challenge

Disclaimer: Not mine, Harry Potter belongs to the genius herself JK Rowling...

Big thanks to my beta Alessa and everyone else that has helped me with this chapter!

Note: This fic was originally known as "The Bet", but I decided to change the name with the new revisions! If you have read this before you might want to read it again as I have made some changes to the chapters...


Ron Weasley sat up from his relaxing position lying on the lush green grass near the cool inviting lake. He looked around at the many students from his year congregated on that same lawn with satisfaction. Two years ago he would have never considered spending time with many of these students, and for him to be happy about it. As it was, his closest Slytherin buddy was lying next to him. Their girlfriends had become close friends in the previous year, which brought the two notoriously stubborn boys together quite often and they found out they had a lot in common, apart from their girlfriends. They both had a great head for strategy which played a big role in the war, when combined with the smarts of their girlfriends and the deviousness and leadership of their best male friends, Harry and Draco, made the team unbeatable.

Ron had become quite hurt in their sixth year when he saw Harry become such good friends with Draco. Apart from at the time still being quite wary of the Slytherins, he had thought that Harry no longer had time for his best friend and wished to move on. The wisdom of going through a war together and basically growing up taught him better than that, and he was now completely confident in who his friends were.

Thinking about friends, his gaze moved over to Harry and Draco, and noticed that unlike the relaxed and happy seventh years, they both seemed quite tense. Although they were soaking up the rays similarly to the other students, they both seemed distracted as he had seen them be every so often during their leadership through sixth and seventh years through the war and up to today.

They had already been through so much in their lives; they both really had no chance to experience childhood, truly men before their time. Sure they had spent a lot of time pranking together, but neither of them had left behind the worries of their past. And Ron doubted they ever would. At least by becoming friends they could both share their pasts with someone who could understand.

Enough was enough for the moment though, the two looked way too stressed for almost school graduates who were respected so highly through the wizarding world and most especially at Hogwarts, lived through a war, and who had finished their NEWTs. Ron decided to do something about it.

“Hey baby,” Harry Potter whispered cheekily to his blond boyfriend sitting next to him.

“Yes Harry? May I remind you that we do not use gooey pet names for each other? Next thing you know we'd be plaiting each others hair and gossiping with the girls! Besides talking like that is a bit risky out here isn't it?” Draco Malfoy responded even more quietly.

"I was just thinking how hilarious everyone's expressions would be if they did hear me call you baby!" Harry laughed. “We are sitting far enough away from everyone else to have a private conversation as long as we don't shout, so don't stress yourself gorgeous. ”

“Oh, so does that mean I get to speak dirty to you while surrounded by our school friends?” Draco responded with a lascivious look.

“Ooooh talking dirty, we haven't done that for a while,” a lascivious look was sent back. “Yes last night was soo long ago; I think I am overdue for some Malfoy word loving.”

Draco sniggered, “Ok here goes: Harry, my baby, my one and only for life, this is what I would like to do to you as soon as we are alone... Listen closely, I’m only going to say this once,” he leaned forward and started whispering in his boyfriend’s ear.

“I want to ram you against a wall, bringing my body within an inch of yours, almost pressing our heaving chests flush against each other. Here I will pause, my lips so close to yours, my breath ghosting over you skin, causing you to shiver. Our bodies are becoming hotter and extremely aroused. You’ll squirm as your erection accidentally brushes against mine, unknowingly letting a pained sound escape your lips. Here I will stop, teasing you, until you, and most likely me, are about to go insane from want.

“How's that for a start, Harry darling?” Looking around quickly to see if anyone was watching, Draco used the tip of a finger to lightly trace over Harry's inner thigh, before pulling away again.

The raven haired male was already breathing quite heavily, his body responding to the world his boyfriend was painting for him.

“Keep going,” he breathed huskily.

“Okay then,” Draco did as his companion requested and continued. “At this point of insanity, I’ll bring my lips down quite passionately against yours; enjoying the sweet taste of those strawberries we both ate just moments earlier. I won’t need my tongue to request entrance, as your mouth will already be open in readiness for my assault. Our tongues immediately explore each other’s mouths, stirring up a deep passion beyond anything we have ever experienced in our almost two years together – and as you know, that's saying something.”

Another light trace of fingertips brushed quickly, this time over the Gryffindor's lips.

Even before that, Harry was close to panting just by listening to the blonde's words, picturing what would occur between them. By now, Draco was quite affected himself.

“I will then move my hands away from your shoulders, carefully letting them slide down over your bronzed skin and down your abs. I’m going to unbuckle your belt without ever stopping the deep kiss we are sharing. My cool hand will rest on you flushed skin, just underneath your navel. I’m then going to trace you muscles with a finger, causing you to moan, a sound that will vibrate through your whole body. I break the kiss for the first time since we started."

Draco's feather soft touches flit down Harry's chest before dissapearing again.

“As you are gasping for air, I grab the moment and unbutton your shirt. I’ll slide it down over your shoulders and down your toned arms. I won’t remove it completely; I’ll just let it hang from your wrists. I’m going to grab your tie and use it to pull you down for another short, but intense kiss. I’ll nibble your lower lip before moving away. I’m going to gaze deep into your emerald eyes, telling you how much I love you without even uttering one word."

Draco stilled his hands as he took the opportunity to look deep into his lovers eyes in the very way he was describing.

“I reach up and remove your tie from your neck and before you even notice it, I have you turned around, facing the wall. I’m then going to start sucking on your neck, making sure to mark you in such a way that you will need to wear turtlenecks for the next week. I’m using your shirt to tie your hands together behind your back, making sure it’s safe, by securing it with that red and gold tie of yours. My breath will grace over your bare back, causing goose bumps to adorn your skin. I let my arms circle you from behind as I lick small paths on your neck, soothing those angry, red marks."

Draco lightly brushed his fingers against the curve of Harry's neck where they both knew a love bite hid beneath a glamour.

“You are going to let your head rest on my shoulder as I move my hands over your trapped erection. You are whimpering and begging for more. I’m using my left-hand to play with your nipples as I’m opening your pants with my right. I’m going to slowly drop down to my knees, dragging your jeans down as I kiss my way down your spine. As I kneel there on the cold floor, I kiss your arse cheeks, carefully nibbling on them, causing small red marks to grace your previously unmarred skin.”

Harry thanked his lucky stars that he was able to do wandless magic to scourgify, as he just knew that Draco's talented mouth would be quite capable of making him come without barely even touching him.

“Not far now,” Draco breathed.

The almost out of his mind Gryffindor really couldn't work out whether his evil boyfriend was referring to how close they were both to orgasm or where he was in the story.

That wicked mouth continued, “I turn you around and suddenly I find myself inhaling the smell that is completely Harry, burying my nose in the black curls leading to your cock as my chin grazes along its impressive width. That width that I have been enamoured with since I first saw it, that width that fills me entirely."

Fingertips quickly returned to their momentary teasing torment as they brushed lightly along Harry's extremely hard cock, before flitting away again.

“Following my chin comes my tongue, slowly traveling up the shaft from its root to the tip. First licking that sensitive strip of flesh covered with your foreskin, after some time lightly teasing the area, my lips graze the tip of your cock, your pre-come covering my lips, which I slowly lick off my lips as you hungrily look down on my activities. I then very carefully graze that same smooth area of your gorgeous erection with my teeth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to cause such sensations. Dirty words start pouring from your lips. My teeth are then covered carefully by my lips and I bury your length completely within my moist welcoming mouth, risking a raspy voice that will surely give away what I've been up to. My lips move back your shaft as I press my fingers to the base to ensure you don't come too soon. My lips quite tightly squeezing your cock for maximum pleasure as they slide back down with all the force I can muster, I’ll slide you out halfway and hum. The vibrations will make you go crazy from lust, causing you to let out the longest moan thus far. The salty taste of your precome spurts out in my mouth, making me hungry for more. I then...”

“Hey, Harry, Draco... come over here. Blaise and I have a challenge for you!” Ron Weasley called out.

Two boys, painfully aroused, had only one thing to say under their breaths in response to their very, very evil friends....

“Fuck.”