It\'s Just Hormones... right?

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Chapter Title: Chapter 2 - Another Brush with Insanity
Word Count: 2780
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17 (Please observe age restrictions in your country!)
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Frotting
Summary: Harry and Draco are 16 year old boys, and we all know how wonderful hormones can be at that age. Things heat up between them when a chance encounter in the hall leaves Harry wondering about his rival
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry, Draco or anything else belonging to the great J.K. Rowling. No offence is intended in my stories, just having a bit of fun ^_^


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Chapter 2 – Another Brush with Insanity

Harry was strolling slowly to his first class of the day. He didn\'t like being too early to Potions. He didn\'t really like Potions at all when it came right down to it. Not just because of his hated professor, or the presence of his rival, but because he just wasn\'t very good at the class. He could never get the correct measurements or stir enough times or some other ridiculous thing. Of course Hermione was excellent, but that did him no good at all. It was time wasted with needless things in his opinion. Just as soon postpone the drudgery as long as possible.

As Harry rounded the corner, he noticed Draco Malfoy outside the classroom, alone and leaning with one foot propped against the wall, his arms crossed in front of him. Everyone had already gone in apparently, but Malfoy seemed to be waiting on someone. The boys pale silver eyes raised to meet Harry\'s and he pushed away from the wall. Harry realized it was for himself Malfoy had been waiting when he headed straight for him, a look of fierce determination on his pale face.

Harry groaned inwardly, not fancying a confrontation today, his mind having already banished the unimportant events of this morning. Harry stopped in his tracks and prepared to grab his wand, just in case. When Malfoy made no move to do the same, Harry relaxed a little until he noticed that the blonde had no intention of slowing. What\'s he doing? Trying to run me over? He braced himself as Malfoy plowed directly into him, grabbing him around the shoulders and slamming him into the cold stone of the wall. His elbow was pressing into the flesh between Harry\'s collar bone and shoulder, and his hand was gripping the other shoulder in a vise, fingers digging into the soft skin. Harry flinched from the abuse, trying to push out of the grip. The Slytherins face was a cold mask and inches from Harry as he began speaking.

“This morning never happened, do you understand Potter?” Malfoy whispered menacingly at Harry, his breath fanning the darker skin of the boy in front of him. Harry couldn\'t for the life of him understand what Malfoy was talking about. What he did know was this position had a slim leg uncomfortably wedged between his knees and dangerously close to a very sensitive area. Harry tried to shift himself just in case Malfoy decided to bring his knee up in sudden anger and make very painful contact. All he earned was being shoved harder against the wall, a random jutting stone wedged in his lower back.

“What are you getting on about, Malfoy?” As soon as the words escaped his lips, Malfoy shifted slightly and suddenly he recalled this very position. Only at the time it was his thigh and not Malfoys that was pressed against a tender spot. Obviously he was the only who noticed, because a slender reached up with surprising strength and grabbed his jaw forcefully, fingers biting into the flesh around his cheeks. The arm still holding him against the wall shoved harder and his head was slammed painfully against the unrelenting stone. That action brought the slim body against his and the pressure at his groin became quite noticeable. Given his current position he wouldn\'t have believed himself capable of feeling even the slightest arousal, and yet his body defied his mind and he felt a surge of blood rushing to his genitals. The friction caused by Malfoy\'s leg against his already hormone soaked teenage cock was having a very unfortunate reaction. Oh hell...

Malfoy began talking again, but Harry couldn\'t concentrate on the words. He was too busy trying his damnedest NOT to get a hard on while Malfoy was pressed against him. For some reason the Slytherin boy just wouldn\'t stop moving. STOP MOVING! Harry almost screamed, but no such luck. It seemed Malfoy was so intent on getting his point across he had to shake Harry every few seconds, and the movement caused a delicious (delicious?) friction in his groin. Damn his teenage body. This was absolute insanity. Just because there was a leg between his didn\'t mean he had the right to get turned on! His hormones were taking over, not allowing him to think of anything but what was going on in his pants. This was serious. If his present state was discovered by the boy holding him against the wall, there would be no end of hell for him.

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Malfoy was fuming. This twit wasn\'t even listening to him! He had half a mind to pull out his wand when he heard Potter mutter “Bloody hell” and shift his body closer to the wall as if trying to escape into the solid mass behind him. Draco\'s eyes widened as a small movement against his hip caught his attention. Holy shit, he thought to himself. Draco looked closer at the boy in front of him and noticed his face was flushed and his eyes were darting around as if looking for an escape. He had been so intent on telling Potter off for coming in contact with his arousal, that he didn\'t see that Potter himself was aroused and didn\'t want it discovered. Draco almost laughed at the irony of the situation. A small chuckle must have escaped his lips however because Potter had suddenly gone still was was looking directly at him. A small cruel smile formed on his lips and he positioned himself so that he could move his hips closer to the tall boy. When his body finally made pressing contact, there was a sharp intake of breath and it was assured. His arch-rival was standing in the hall, pressed against a wall, and hard as a rock.

Malfoy did chuckle out loud this time. He didn\'t move a muscle, continuing to press himself against the trapped seeker. His face came closer, causing the others eyes to open wide in... panic was it? Oh this was too good. He kept his hold on his shoulders, but moved the hand gripping his jaw downward in a soft, mocking caress stroking the side of the now beet red neck.

“Having fun now are we, Potter?” he hissed into the other boys ear, his breath feathering against the skin and causing a shiver to run through the taut body. What better way to torment the hated “hero” than to expose his sick perversion. He would have a hay day with this one. Draco thought how hilarious it would be for a class to pass by, just to see their beloved savior brought to a puddle of jelly by his most hated enemy. This would be fun.

Potter tried to push away but only managed to press himself closer, earning a small gasp and more red to the already crimson skin. Draco laughed out loud this time, mocking his rivals embarrassment. “Get off me Malfoy, you sick bastard!” came the small, tight voice that belonged to the squirming twerp. He tried again to shove at the boy trapping him, and probably would have succeeded if moving forward hadn\'t caused him to grind into a very solid thigh and gasp out loud, practically shaking and shutting his eyes tight to gain some control back.

“Sick, am I?” Draco breathed. “You\'re the one with the hard cock, and I think you are enjoying this if you ask me.”

“I knew you were demented but...” The whining little brat couldn\'t get out any more than that because at that moment Draco decided to add insult to injury and grind his hips into the taller boy, moving against him in such a fashion that soon left no question that Potter was shaking, much to his obvious embarrassment.

Draco couldn\'t get enough of this little game. Seeing Potter like this was too much fun. He decided to change his position slightly, and much to his dismay it brought Potter\'s rigid cock directly against his lap. He had been so throughly enjoying his torture of the brat that he didn\'t notice his own growing arousal. But once there was contact, it was quite noticeable. The idea that this boy could possibly become turned on by him was a slight aphrodisiac in of it self, but suddenly their laps were pressed together and Draco\'s body betrayed him. He felt himself literally jump to life at the touch. Oh no...

He looked up just in time to see the look of shock registering on Potter\'s sweat sheened face, then the absolute disgust. There was nothing to do to hide it now. This was not going as planned. His hormones had taken over yet again, only now he was practically in the arms of the boy he hated more than anyone. He had thought himself clever, now he wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor. How could he have let himself be put in this position, yet again? Now Potter had something on him. He was perverted, a maniac molesting people in the halls of the school on a whim.

His grinding, he realized, hadn\'t ceased during his inner tirade. And for some reason, he simply couldn\'t stop it anymore than Potter had been able to escape from it himself. Only now it wasn\'t fun. Now it was almost painful. He recognized the feeling, the same he had this morning before he had been able to relieve himself in the privacy of his room. His body took over his movements, his mind no longer in control. Here was a willing body to take his sexual frustration out on. His body told him it was willing even though his mind was still seeing the disgust in Potters eyes. But that didn\'t matter. The way the other boy was moving against him told him he was more than happy to oblige. Draco looked up into the bright green eyes of his most hated enemy and saw the same struggle going on in his face. As much as the person in front of them caused feelings of hatred and revulsion, that didn\'t change the face that the feeling of their hard cocks grinding together felt oh so right. Potter bit his lip, probably in an attempt to bite back a moan and instinctively rolled his hips forward against Draco, causing both boys to gasp. He had to stomp down an overwhelming urge to taste those wet lips, now openly gasping for air and slightly red from his teeth. The hand that had been mock-caressing the Gryffindor moved down to his waist and pulled him closer, forcing their heated groins to crash together in a passionate dance. What was left of Draco\'s conscious mind warned him that this was getting out of control. But he didn\'t care, and by the look Potter was giving him, neither did he.

Potter... this was Harry Potter he was pressing against, whos slim, muscular body he was holding as would a lover. Who he was somehow losing his self imposed tight rein of self control with. Somehow this wasn\'t right, no matter what his body told him. He realized what was happening and finally drew up the inner strength to tear his eyes away from the emerald orbs and push himself violently away from the other boy, gasping and sweating. When did I get so hot? Taking a moment to gather his breath and his thoughts, he looked back up at Potter just in time to see a look of regret in his eyes before it was covered by the disgust he had seen earlier. He noticed Potter\'s eyes moved downward and he yanked his robes closed. He had lost his cold mask, his composure, and now this git would be able to lord it over him. That simply would not do. Steadying himself he stood tall and drew his wand, pointing it directly at the scar faced freak.

“Now you know what happens when you mess with a Malfoy,” he said in a cool voice, and was proud to note it barely shook at all. He took a deep breath, ready to hex the shit out of the filthy boy when the door to the Potions classroom banged open and the head of his house stormed down the hallway. Taking note of the two boys and their current positions he slowed to a halt in front of them.

“Having a bit of fun are we Mr. Malfoy?” Professor Snape sneered at Potter.

Draco lowered his wand and plastered his award winning smirk in place. “I was just about to show Potter what he gets for making me late to your class Professor.”

Snape glanced at the red faced teen against the wall who now seemed to be gathering his wits. Draco knew now would be the perfect time for the brat to tattle on him, but before anything more could be uttered from wither boy, the potions master barked, “10 points from Gryffindor for delaying another student, and 10 points for being late yourself. Well done Mr. Potter, you have lost your house 20 points. Now if you are quite finished detaining Draco, will you kindly get. to. class.” The last three words were clipped off and harsh. With that he turned in a flurry of black robes and stalked back into the classroom.

Draco took one last look at the boy still leaning against the wall and sneered. “Do hurry Potter, wouldn\'t want your friends to know what you\'ve been doing.” Hoping his words belied his pounding heart and still dismally unsteady breath, he turned with a flourish and made for the class. He didn\'t know how well he would make it through this class with the straining ache in his loins, but he knew it wasn\'t his fault. By the time he was seated he had convinced himself that it was all Potters doing. None of this would be happening if Potter hadn\'t put his nose, or leg, where it didn\'t belong.

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Harry was still standing against the wall several minutes later, trying to make sense of what had just happened. When he had finally steadied himself enough to walk, he picked up his dropped books and slowly made his way to the class. What in the hell was that?!? He asked himself incredulously. At first it had seemed like Malfoy was trying to punish him for something, probably their run in earlier that morning. He could understand why Malfoy had been upset at having been discovered in that state. He was probably trying to threaten him into staying quiet, which was amusing since Harry had dismissed it almost at once as he started eating. He had a throbbing pain in his head and lower back now, and if it had stayed a threat he probably would have been a little intimidated. But it escalated into something more. He could tell by the way Malfoy\'s eyes had widened and the almost panicked look that crossed his face that it clearly wasn\'t one sided. Now that his head wasn\'t clouded with... well now that he was thinking more clearly, it seemed that Malfoy couldn\'t control himself any more than Harry had been able to. Harry\'s arousal wasn\'t quite as painful now, but the evidence was still there. Draco Malfoy had practically molested him in the hall, and he had enjoyed it. Even regretted it when they finally came apart before he realized what he had been thinking. Harry\'s thoughts were in turmoil when he finally took his seat next to Ron.

“What\'s up, mate? Malfoy mess with you?” Ron glanced across the class at Malfoy like he was a growth on the seat he was sitting on.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Harry replied absently, plopping down and burying his head in his book, trying his hardest not to look in the direction of the blonde.

Ron started talking, making some comment or another about Malfoy\'s lineage and mental capacity. It took everything Harry had in him to concentrate on his work. He noticed when his treacherous eyes strayed and met with Malfoys that the pale Slytherin was having the same problem. Malfoy sneered at him and looked away as if he was too busy to bother with such things, but he was betrayed when a few minutes later their eyes met again. Something was going on here, and Harry simply didn\'t want to think about it. This was probably as close as he had ever gotten to actually... what was he saying? There was no way he was attracted to the slimy twat. After all, it was just hormones... right?

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