Smokin' Hot

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“Um, Harry?”

“Yeah, Hermione?”

Hermione was staring at Harry, a calculating look on her face. Her eyebrow was raised as she studied him carefully. He looked blankly back at her, his face betraying none of his emotions.

She paused, clearly skeptical about him. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home? Won’t your aunt and uncle be upset? What are you doing anyway?”

Harry just shrugged as they walked around the courtyard, under the large maple trees. “I have to go in for help with Mrs. McGonagall. You know how bad I am at math.”

Hermione’s look told Harry quite clearly that she was skeptical of his answer. “Well, okay,” she said slowly, giving him a suspicious look. “I have to go to the NHS meeting, Harry. I’ll see you later.”

Harry nodded as she broke away from him and went in the direction of the stairs that led into the school. Once she was gone, he ducked behind a stone statue that stood in one corner of the courtyard. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes and telling himself that everything would be alright.

He was nervous, that was no lie. Ever since that morning, he couldn’t get Draco out of his mind. He’d been thinking about the blond ever since their little meeting in the bathroom. At first, he had been positively shaking with excitement at the thought of another encounter like that. But as time had gone on, he had begun to grow nervous.

What if Draco didn’t show up? What if he laughed at him for actually coming? After all, Draco was much smarter than Harry, and Harry was sure this could all be some elaborate joke, meant to embarrass him. It was quite possible that Draco had set all this up for some sort of cruel, twisted amusement.

Harry shook himself mentally, telling himself to get a grip. He didn’t know why he always expected the worst from everyone. It was just something he tended to do. He supposed it had something to do with growing up with the Dursleys that did it. They hadn’t exactly been the most supportive guardians he could have had.

Unfortunately, his parents had died long ago when a lightening storm had come upon the town they’d been living in. It had torn apart the house and they had died from the collapse of debris.

Harry had been saved from the rubble by a neighbor and brought to the Dursleys, his only living relatives. He had grown up for the past 16 years with his cousin Dudley in a sterile environment. The Dursleys were very uptight about everything. Sometimes Harry wondered what they might say if they knew what he got up to when he wasn’t home.

They did know of his preferences, but preferred to ignore it. Whenever he mentioned it, they would either ignore him completely or his uncle would get angry and order him from the room, forbidding him to talk about it. Harry found it entertaining to watch his uncle’s vein above his eye throb whenever he talked about his “abnormality.”

He could care less what they thought. He was only staying with them until he was a legal adult. Then, hopefully, he would be able to leave and go to the University. He’d been working hard at his after school job, hoping to save up money.

Harry worked part-time at an exotic pet shop with a large, hairy man named Hagrid. Hagrid was kind and definitely interesting. He had hired Harry just over a year ago to work in the pet shop taking care of the many different kinds of animals they had there.

Harry jumped at a loud noise and scooted further behind the statue. He listened closely as two people came down the steps and into the courtyard, walking right past the statue and towards the path that led out of the school.

“That Snape is evil,” Harry could hear a boy saying. “I can’t believe he gave us detention. All we did was start a tiny fire.”

“It wasn’t even that big!” another boy answered the first. “Besides, Malfoy does things like that all the time, and he doesn’t get detentions!”

“That’s ‘cause Snape is in Malfoy’s back pocket. Which reminds me, did you hear what Malfoy did the other day?”

“What?”

Harry strained to hear now that the boys were farther away. He was nearly falling out of his hiding place, but he just had to know what Draco had done.

“I heard he got caught out back of the janitor’s room with some guy. Did you know he was gay?”

Harry heard the other boy’s loud laughter. “Everyone knows! He’s slept with half the year!”

Harry wanted to know more, but the boys left through the gate and he heard no more. Instead, he settled himself back behind the statue, out of sight once more. He knew that people knew Draco was gay. He heard rumors all around the school. It was no secret with whom Draco liked to keep company.

Harry wondered just how many people Draco had been with. What was he? Number one hundred and twenty-three? Harry frowned at the thought, but told himself to forget it. It wasn’t worth worrying about it. All he knew was that he wanted to see Draco again, no matter what the consequences.

Harry didn’t know how long he stayed behind the statue, counting the minutes until four o’clock. At some point, he slid into a sitting position and that was where he was when he was unpleasantly discovered by the hook-nosed, sneering expression of his Chemistry teacher, Mr. Snape.

“Potter.”

Harry heard his name dripping with disdain and jumped up as if shocked. He whirled around and almost knocked into his teacher. “Mr. Snape,” he said quickly, and since he couldn’t help it, he glanced down at his watch. It was a little after four. Harry’s heart gave a leap but it quickly died as he realized Snape was still looking at him, an ugly sort of expression on his face.

“What are you doing here, Potter?” Snape sneered disdainfully.

“I was just…” Harry trailed off, having no real answer.

“A detention, Potter, for loitering.”

“It’s school property!” Harry exclaimed indignantly. “I could have been here for help!”

“Were you?” Snape’s black eyes bore into Harry’s skin, and Harry had the horrible feeling that he could see the lies in Harry’s mind.

He glanced away, knowing he had just given himself away.

Snape’s lip curled in disdain. “Get out of here, Potter, or it will be two detentions.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry replied through gritted teeth, trying furiously to keep the insubordination out of his voice. He waited until Snape turned and walked away, muttering to himself about idiotic students. Once he was out of sight, Harry turned and ran up the steps into the school.

Once he was on the second floor, he looked around quickly for Snape’s classroom, where the meetings were held. Draco had said it would be an empty room nearby.

The nervous feeling resuming in his stomach, Harry began to look carefully for Draco. He pushed open a few doors but found nothing. Finally, about three doors down from Snape’s room, Harry pushed open a door and the smell of cigarettes met his nostrils.

He stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind him. He turned to find Draco sitting lazily on top of a desk, his cigarette already held casually in his right hand. Without a word, Draco raised the cigarette and took a long drag, his eyes never leaving Harry.

At length, Draco let out the smoke and raised an eyebrow at Harry. “You’re late.”

“I got caught up by Snape. He—”

“I didn’t ask why,” Draco drawled, taking another drag of the cigarette.

Harry frowned but didn’t know what to say. Instead, he stood in silence before Draco, wondering what he was supposed to be doing or saying.

Much to his annoyance, he couldn’t stop staring at Draco as he sat on the desk, looking like the most relaxed person in the universe. Harry only wished he was that comfortable around Draco as well. He watched as Draco took another drag of his cigarette, then flicked the end, the ash fluttering onto the linoleum floor.

Draco’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he remained staring at Harry. Amusement shone in his silver eyes as he watched Harry’s uncertainty. Giving a small smirk, he slid off the table, taking a last inhale of the cigarette before dropping it to the ground and smashing it with his shoe.

He swaggered confidently towards Harry, who stood motionless, almost unable to believe that this was happening… again.

Draco stopped about two feet from Harry, that self-confident smirk still on his face.

Harry bit his lip nervously and told himself to calm down. He could feel the increased beating of his heart and knew he needed to relax a little.

“So, Potter,” Draco drawled contemplatively, turning and beginning to walk in a circle around Harry. Harry twisted his neck around to watch him as he went. “You’re here, and you obviously want this. Is it important to you?”

Harry paused, unsure of what Draco was getting at. “Um…” he replied.

“What do you want?” Draco breathed quietly, and Harry almost had to strain to hear him, even in the deafening silence of the room.

“W-what do I want?” Harry stuttered. He wasn’t used to this kind of interrogation. It was nothing like what had happened earlier in the day. Earlier, little had been said and Draco had simply taken what he wanted.

“Yeah, Potter.” Draco’s voice was quiet and almost mocking behind Harry.

“Uh… you?” Harry guessed. He heard Draco’s soft laugh and it made him wonder what was going on.

Draco came around Harry’s other side now, having already traveled around the back. His expression was calculating as he looked at Harry. He stood there for a moment, contemplating Harry, then he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, lighting it with a flick of his silver lighter emblazoned with the outline of a tiny dragon.

He put away the lighter as he took a drag of the cigarette, falling back into silence.

Harry desperately wanted to break the silence, but something told him it wasn’t his to break. Instead, he waited for Draco to say something. While he waited, he took the opportunity to look Draco over fully.

His clothes were nice, obviously expensive, but made to look as if they weren’t. Harry could tell the jeans were designer, simply by the way they fit Draco’s body; a relaxed fit that practically oozed sexuality. His shirt, the same dark green one, adhered to his flat stomach, having only slight, purposeful, wrinkles in it.

Harry could see the small muscles in Draco’s arms, just enough to define him but not overly powerful. His eyes traveled from Draco’s arms over his shoulders and up the pale expanse of skin of his neck. Unconsciously, Harry licked his lips, something Draco did not fail to notice.

From his neck, Harry’s eyes continued to Draco’s face, over the pale pink lips to the slightly pointed noise. He noticed Draco’s high cheekbones and good bone structure. Finally, his gaze came to Draco’s eyes.

His eyes were a piercing silver, but Harry already knew they had the tendency to change color when Draco was affected physically and maybe mentally. The silver was somewhat clouded in the middle, a swirl of silver and white, only serving to enhance their beauty.

His eyes were drawn away from Draco’s and to the long fingers that lifted the cigarette elegantly to Draco’s mouth, his luscious lips inhaling the smoke, only to exhale it moments later over Harry’s head.

Draco seemed to be enjoying himself, watching as Harry took in his appearance. His eyes were glittering with an unknown emotion and Harry wondered what he was going to do.

With a glance around, Draco flipped the cigarette to the floor and put it out again with his shoe, then took a swift step forward and to the side, walking once again behind Harry.

Harry tried not to look behind him, though he desperately wanted to. He forced his gaze forward, wishing he knew what Draco was up to.

Without warning, he felt Draco’s body pressed against his back, and Draco’s obvious erection rubbing against his ass. He sucked in a breath as he felt Draco’s hard body press against his, a perfect fit.

He could feel Draco’s warm breath ghosting over the back of his neck and felt his erection growing rather quickly.

“So, Potter,” Draco whispered, his lips brushing over Harry’s ear, “how much did you say this was worth?”

Harry shivered as he felt Draco’s hand slide around his waist and under his shirt, skimming over his taut muscles. He could smell the cigarette on Draco’s breath, and as much as he had disliked smoking, he couldn’t deny that Draco definitely made it look incredibly sexy.

“Potter.” Draco’s voice was soft but there was a warning behind the tone. “Tell me.”

“It’s worth it,” Harry responded slowly.

“Worth what?” Draco asked, his hand sliding further up Harry’s stomach to his chest where it caressed Harry’s hard nipple.

Harry gasped as Draco’s talented hand gave a twist to his nipple, indicating clearly that he was waiting for a response.

“Anything,” Harry said, smiling slightly. He could tell his words pleased Draco because the touch became softer and the rubbing of Draco’s erection against his ass more persistent.

Harry gave a soft moan as he felt Draco’s cock against his own body. He wanted Draco inside him, he couldn’t help it.

But he wouldn’t be granted his wish. He felt Draco’s hands at his waist, pulling up his shirt, exposing his tanned skin. The shirt was torn over his head and tossed to the side.

Draco’s hands trailed over Harry’s sides, invoking shivers through Harry’s body at the feathering touch. The hands traveled up his sides and over his chest, caressing his hardened nipples.

Harry bit his lip as a groan threatened to escape. His head rolled back onto Draco’s shoulder and he couldn’t help wanting more. He felt Draco’s warm breath on his ear and then felt his tongue lick the shell of it.

Draco licked Harry’s ear suggestively, then pulled away, pushing Harry’s head upright. He took control and guided Harry over to a wall, pressing him up against it. His hands left Harry’s chest and instead glided down his body to the waist of his jeans.

Harry gasped when he felt Draco’s lips on the back of his neck, licking and sucking, nibbling with his teeth. His body felt hot, too hot. His erection was pressed against the wall, but that didn’t prevent it from aching painfully hard as Draco continued his ministrations.

Draco’s hands, meanwhile, ran teasingly around the waist of Harry’s jeans, finally running to the front and undoing the button. Draco’s thumb skimmed over the sensitive skin just below the waist of the jeans. He was so close to what Harry wanted, but was holding back.

Harry moaned as he felt Draco’s mouth traveling down his body. He could feel Draco’s teeth nipping at his spinal cord as he moved further south.

Draco used his tongue to leave a hot trail down Harry’s body, licking and nipping at the tanned skin before him. He could tell Harry was enjoying it from the many moans that were issuing from his mouth. His hands, meanwhile, were still tracing lazy patterns just below the waist of Harry’s jeans.

Finally, Draco reached over with his hands and slipped one under Harry’s zipper, sliding it down slowly, almost torturously. He removed the hand just before it reached its prize and, using both hands, tugged the jeans off the rest of the way, falling to a pool around Harry’s feet.

Harry gave a sharp gasp as Draco bit down on his shoulder blade. It was soon soothed by a hot tongue, but Harry could still feel the tiny sting. It was a good sting, though, and Harry welcomed the slight pain.

Draco pressed a light kiss to the reddened skin, then slid his tongue down Harry’s body, leaving a hot, wet path down Harry’s back. He got to his knees behind Harry, coming eye-level with Harry’s boxers.

He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the skin just above the fabric. His teeth scraped over the smooth skin, followed by his hot tongue. He heard Harry moan needily and couldn’t help but smirk. He knew what Harry wanted, and he was about to give it to him.

Hooking two fingers around the elastic of Harry’s boxers, Draco gave a tug and they slid to the floor, joining Harry’s jeans. He looked up and was confronted with the perfect round globes of Harry’s ass.

Above him, Harry was literally trembling in anticipation. He couldn’t see what Draco was doing, but he could feel his hot breath on his lower back. His body was pressed against the cool wall of the classroom but it did nothing to soothe his pulsing erection.

“Ma-Malfoy—” he panted, turning his head and trying to glance back at Draco.

“Shut up, Potter,” was the murmured response.

Harry was about to respond when he felt the most glorious sensation. Something moist and hot was probing his ass, bathing it in saliva and working its way deeper in between the two globes of his ass. He gasped sharply as he felt the tongue working effortlessly. If it continued in this fashion, there was no possible way he would be able to hold on very long.

Draco glanced up at Harry as he thrust his tongue deeper into Harry’s body, through the tightly ringed muscles. He could see Harry’s body shaking with pleasure. He held back his evil chuckle and concentrated on the matter at hand.

He slid a hand around Harry’s waist and grasped Harry’s leaking cock, stroking it slowly, using the pre-come as a lubricant, smearing it over the hardened member. He heard Harry’s loud groan and his name spilling from the perfect lips.

He increased his strokes while his tongue worked effortlessly, shoving into Harry’s body, bathing the spot with saliva, thrusting deeper into the muscles. He felt Harry’s body tense and knew he was coming.

He finished off Harry quickly, pumping his cock swiftly while he tongue flicked over Harry’s ass, withdrawing from the sweet hole. He moved back up, his hand still wrapped around Harry’s cock. He scraped his teeth over Harry’s lower back as he slowly stood up.

Finally, he was fully upright and he pressed his body against Harry’s, telling Harry quite clearly that he hadn’t been fulfilled.

Still panting, Harry turned around slowly, his bright green eyes taking in Draco. There was a glint in Draco’s eye that Harry couldn’t look away from.

As if in a trance, he reached out with trembling fingers and undid the button and zipper of Draco’s jeans. He slipped his hand under the rough fabric and the silk of Draco’s boxers to wrap his warm palm around Draco’s hard cock.

He began to pump slowly, but knew Draco didn’t want to wait.

Draco took control of the situation quickly, reaching down and grabbing Harry’s hand, forcing him to increase his speed. Draco gave a low moan that sent shivers through Harry’s body.

Their faces were inches apart and Harry desperately wanted to kiss Draco, but wasn’t sure if he should. He could feel Draco’s hot breath on his lips and only wanted to move his head forward one inch. He didn’t, though, as Draco gave a sharp gasp and came suddenly, shooting hot come over Harry’s hand.

Panting hard, Draco pulled Harry’s hand out from his pants, raising it to his face. His eyes never leaving Harry’s, he pulled the hand to his mouth and suggestively licked the come off Harry’s pointer finger.

Harry was mesmerized by the sight and hardly realized when Draco dropped his hand and stepped back, an evil smirk on his face. After a quick clean-up, Draco’s pants were buttoned and he was to the door.

Harry was brought out of his trance with a shock as he realized Draco was no longer in front of him. He turned around quickly, nearly stumbling as he twisted around, his pants still at his ankles. “Malfoy?” he asked, feeling confused.

Draco looked back and smirked, his eyes dancing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag before replying to Harry. “So naïve, Potter,” he said lazily, holding the cigarette down by his side as he hoisted his designer label bag to his shoulder. “You’ll learn soon enough.” Then he was gone and Harry was alone and naked, wondering what in the world had just happened.


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A/N: So after many months of thought, I'm finally able to continue this fic! It will be multi-chaptered. I hope you enjoy and please review!