Harry Potter and Draco's Dysfunctional Organ
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,946
Reviews:
16
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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chapter 2
Title: Harry Potter and Draco’s Dysfunctional Organ 2/?
Author: Harryndraco
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Fred/George, Harry/Draco (main)
Summary: Draco discovers why sex had never interested him. Harry is determined to lure him out of the closet. Virgin!Draco
chapter 2
Draco Malfoy now had a new favorite hobby: wanking. He did it anywhere and everywhere, as often as possible. He wanked in bed with the curtains drawn before going to sleep and as soon as he woke up in the morning. He wanked in the shower and during breakfast, lunch and dinner in the great hall (discreetly, of course.) Sometimes he even managed it in class, rubbing his cock through his trousers until he came.
Most of the time, Draco wanked fast and hard, squeezing his prick until it almost hurt; but sometimes, he liked to tease himself with teasing touches and delicate strokes. It had only been three days since he had seen Potter getting it on in the library, and by now his cock was raw.
Harry Potter…
Oh how he loathed that name. As if it wasn’t enough that Potter received all the fame and adoration Draco wanted simply because he survived the curse, and denied Draco the satisfaction of being able to say he was friends with the famous Harry Potter. Now, the Gryffindor had to be the only known stimulant for Draco’s no longer dysfunctional but obviously confused cock.
Yes, unfortunate as is was, thinking about Potter, naked and writhing, was the only way Draco could get hard. Oh he had tried thinking of girls again—but as always, that hadn’t worked. It simply had to be Harry. An image of those luscious lips moving from one cock to another, a memory of the sounds Harry made as he approached orgasm… those were the things that made Draco’s blood rush to his prick.
Sometimes, when Draco lost control of his thoughts during an especially pleasant wank, he would picture himself in between those strong legs, or Potter’s mouth on his own cock. But Draco tried hard to keep such images out of his mind. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy them; they gave him his most intense orgasms. Yet, to allow himself such fantasies would mean he as gay. And he wasn’t.
Why then, did he become aroused while thinking about Potter? Draco didn’t know the answer to that, nor did he try to come up with one. For now, he would enjoy putting hand to cock for a while. Who knows, maybe his condition was improving and soon he would be able to get an erection over others….
Draco gasped softly as his overworked cock managed to spurt a small amount of seed. He decided he would settle for just one wan this evening: both his hand and his cock were sore, and he should get some rest before the quidditch game tomorrow.
Quidditch—against Gryffindor. Draco began to worry. Would he be able to concentrate on the snitch, or would he be more preoccupied watching Potter? He had to win this time. He had to punish the Gryffindor for making his life so miserable.
*******
Harry gave Malfoy’s ass an appreciative glance as the Slytherin mounted his broom. He had thought about the blonde quite often since Fred told him he was watching them in the library. The fact that Malfoy had been wanking to the sight of them shagging had surprised Harry, and aroused him beyond words. He had no idea why, but he could not stop thinking about the Slytherin since that night. Malfoy was attractive, that was a fact; but that didn’t mean Harry was beginning to like him. Far from it. Yes, he had made up his mind to get into Malfoy’s pants, but only because of the satisfaction he knew he’d get out of possessing the git who had caused him and his friends so much trouble over the years.
There was only one problem: how was he to actually get into Malfoy’s pants? True the blonde had gotten off on watching him have sex, but Harry simply could not walk right up to him and invite him to his bed. Malfoy would definitely say no. The only thing that would work on the Slytherin, Harry decided, was to make Draco come begging for it himself.
Harry returned his thoughts to the game just in time to swerve out of the path of a bludger. As he looked for the snitch, he noticed that for once, Malfoy wasn’t following him. Then he saw a flash of gold down below. He took risked a quick glance at Malfoy, who was glaring daggers at him. Obviously, the blonde had seen it, too.
Both seekers dove for the snitch simultaneously. They were flying side by side now, and it was impossible to tell who would catch the winged, golden ball first. Harry put all of his effort into beating Malfoy to it—he couldn’t give the Slytherin the satisfaction of winning. Not today. Not ever.
Malfoy tried pushing Harry off track, but the Gryffindor seeker zoomed forward in a sudden burst of speed just in time, and…
“Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!”
Harry raised the golden snitch in the air, waving it around as the crowd cheered him on. Lost in the joy of victory, Harry was unprepared for the blow he received as soon as his feet touched the ground. The punch had knocked him to the ground, and soon someone was on top of him, laying punches on every part of his body.
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO WIN, POTTER!?!? WHY???” Draco cried over and over again as he continued to beat on Harry.
After getting over his initial shock at being jumped and at Malfoy’s behavior, Harry was able to close his hand around the Slytherin’s wrists, keeping him from punching anymore while he rolled over on top of the blonde.
“I always win,” he began in response to Malfoy’s question, “because I love the way it feels when I wrap my hand around the snitch.” As he said this, Harry brought one hand down between their bodies and gave Draco’s prick a squeeze. “I just have to have it. Every time.”
Malfoy stared at him in disbelief. Harry wondered if Malfoy realized that he had spread his thighs, allowing Harry to lie snuggly in between his legs.
tbc
Author: Harryndraco
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Fred/George, Harry/Draco (main)
Summary: Draco discovers why sex had never interested him. Harry is determined to lure him out of the closet. Virgin!Draco
chapter 2
Draco Malfoy now had a new favorite hobby: wanking. He did it anywhere and everywhere, as often as possible. He wanked in bed with the curtains drawn before going to sleep and as soon as he woke up in the morning. He wanked in the shower and during breakfast, lunch and dinner in the great hall (discreetly, of course.) Sometimes he even managed it in class, rubbing his cock through his trousers until he came.
Most of the time, Draco wanked fast and hard, squeezing his prick until it almost hurt; but sometimes, he liked to tease himself with teasing touches and delicate strokes. It had only been three days since he had seen Potter getting it on in the library, and by now his cock was raw.
Harry Potter…
Oh how he loathed that name. As if it wasn’t enough that Potter received all the fame and adoration Draco wanted simply because he survived the curse, and denied Draco the satisfaction of being able to say he was friends with the famous Harry Potter. Now, the Gryffindor had to be the only known stimulant for Draco’s no longer dysfunctional but obviously confused cock.
Yes, unfortunate as is was, thinking about Potter, naked and writhing, was the only way Draco could get hard. Oh he had tried thinking of girls again—but as always, that hadn’t worked. It simply had to be Harry. An image of those luscious lips moving from one cock to another, a memory of the sounds Harry made as he approached orgasm… those were the things that made Draco’s blood rush to his prick.
Sometimes, when Draco lost control of his thoughts during an especially pleasant wank, he would picture himself in between those strong legs, or Potter’s mouth on his own cock. But Draco tried hard to keep such images out of his mind. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy them; they gave him his most intense orgasms. Yet, to allow himself such fantasies would mean he as gay. And he wasn’t.
Why then, did he become aroused while thinking about Potter? Draco didn’t know the answer to that, nor did he try to come up with one. For now, he would enjoy putting hand to cock for a while. Who knows, maybe his condition was improving and soon he would be able to get an erection over others….
Draco gasped softly as his overworked cock managed to spurt a small amount of seed. He decided he would settle for just one wan this evening: both his hand and his cock were sore, and he should get some rest before the quidditch game tomorrow.
Quidditch—against Gryffindor. Draco began to worry. Would he be able to concentrate on the snitch, or would he be more preoccupied watching Potter? He had to win this time. He had to punish the Gryffindor for making his life so miserable.
*******
Harry gave Malfoy’s ass an appreciative glance as the Slytherin mounted his broom. He had thought about the blonde quite often since Fred told him he was watching them in the library. The fact that Malfoy had been wanking to the sight of them shagging had surprised Harry, and aroused him beyond words. He had no idea why, but he could not stop thinking about the Slytherin since that night. Malfoy was attractive, that was a fact; but that didn’t mean Harry was beginning to like him. Far from it. Yes, he had made up his mind to get into Malfoy’s pants, but only because of the satisfaction he knew he’d get out of possessing the git who had caused him and his friends so much trouble over the years.
There was only one problem: how was he to actually get into Malfoy’s pants? True the blonde had gotten off on watching him have sex, but Harry simply could not walk right up to him and invite him to his bed. Malfoy would definitely say no. The only thing that would work on the Slytherin, Harry decided, was to make Draco come begging for it himself.
Harry returned his thoughts to the game just in time to swerve out of the path of a bludger. As he looked for the snitch, he noticed that for once, Malfoy wasn’t following him. Then he saw a flash of gold down below. He took risked a quick glance at Malfoy, who was glaring daggers at him. Obviously, the blonde had seen it, too.
Both seekers dove for the snitch simultaneously. They were flying side by side now, and it was impossible to tell who would catch the winged, golden ball first. Harry put all of his effort into beating Malfoy to it—he couldn’t give the Slytherin the satisfaction of winning. Not today. Not ever.
Malfoy tried pushing Harry off track, but the Gryffindor seeker zoomed forward in a sudden burst of speed just in time, and…
“Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!”
Harry raised the golden snitch in the air, waving it around as the crowd cheered him on. Lost in the joy of victory, Harry was unprepared for the blow he received as soon as his feet touched the ground. The punch had knocked him to the ground, and soon someone was on top of him, laying punches on every part of his body.
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO WIN, POTTER!?!? WHY???” Draco cried over and over again as he continued to beat on Harry.
After getting over his initial shock at being jumped and at Malfoy’s behavior, Harry was able to close his hand around the Slytherin’s wrists, keeping him from punching anymore while he rolled over on top of the blonde.
“I always win,” he began in response to Malfoy’s question, “because I love the way it feels when I wrap my hand around the snitch.” As he said this, Harry brought one hand down between their bodies and gave Draco’s prick a squeeze. “I just have to have it. Every time.”
Malfoy stared at him in disbelief. Harry wondered if Malfoy realized that he had spread his thighs, allowing Harry to lie snuggly in between his legs.
tbc