The Problem with Fetishes...

Title: Hair
Author: Lilith
Summary: Draco likes the feel of Harry’s hair…
Warnings: Nc-17, AU, 5th year, fet, anal, oral
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry


A/N: Basically a PWP :P Enjoy! And thanks for the feedback! Im going down the list of fetishes left by you guys and just choosing some that stand out! This fetish was mentioned by dark_samira, Night The Storyteller, and kalaway.


Draco had to stop once again as he found himself staring. *Malfoy’s don’t stare* He thought as he snapped himself out of his reverie and tried to concentrate on his potion. But he could not help but allow his gaze to wander back to where it was before, on Harry Potter. Draco found himself entranced by the smaller boy. What really entranced him was his hair. It all started when Harry had accidently bumped into him one day. Harry was small enough to just reach the bottom of Draco’s nose and Draco had taken a huge whiff as the boy’s head pressed against his nose. Draco had reeled at the sweet smell. *Peaches? Potter washes with peaches scented shampoo?* He felt himself grow hard feeling the smaller boy’s baby soft locks against his skin, his crotch pressed against the small of Harry’s back.

Harry had quickly moved himself away, a slight flush staining his milky skin. Draco had only been able to stand there gawping as Harry had muttered a quick apology and took off running. Draco hadn’t even been able to make a witty remark about the kind of shampoo Potter had used. From that day forward he had found himself staring at Harry’s hair, wondering how it would feel to have it between his fingers, or pressed against his stomach as Harry sucked him off. He once again shook himself out of his daydream in time to hear Potter’s cronies arguing quietly with him. Draco pretended to not care as he listened intently.

“Harry what’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting funny since last week, did something happen with Malfoy?” Harry shook his head at Hermione as a faint blush spread across his face.

“Yeah well, if Ferret is causing trouble Harry just say the word and Hermione will punch his lights out.” It was Hermione’s turn to redden as her mates laughed at her. Draco sneered at them behind their backs. *Mudblood trash…stupid Weasel…Harry* Draco started as he realized that he had said Potter’s name. *Potter Potter Potter! Not Harry!*

Draco sighed as he finished up his potion and cleaned up. As he was leaving he caught Harry’s eye and was stunned when Harry smiled apologetically at him before waving goodbye. Draco’s eyes followed Harry’s hand as it stopped waving and rested in Harry’s mop of hair where it pushed it back lock by lock, doing nothing but making it even messier and untidier than before. Draco groaned softly as he realized he now had a hard on that needed to be taken care of now. He left quickly missing Harry’s hurt look at his apparent rejection by leaving without at least smiling back at Harry or waving. Harry turned back to his potion and sighed.


Draco found himself in his bed, his curtains spelled shut and silencing charms placed on them. He quickly unzipped his pants and reached into his boxers to pull out his aching erection. Smearing the precum leaking out, he lubed up his cock before beginning to stroke it. As he stroked, he fantasized about Harry Potter.

*Fantasy*

Harry was kneeling at the foot of his bed while Draco stood before him; his hands in the emerald eyed boy’s dark locks, fisting them as Harry swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. Harry stared up at him from under sooty lashes, his green eyes ablaze with lust and passion.

Draco thrust his hips forward slightly as Harry hummed softly, sending vibrations along the sensitive ridges of Draco’s penis. Draco watched with half lidded eyes as Harry slowly took him in inch by inch until his mouth was at the base of his cock, his silky locks brushing his navel. And then…Dear Merlin the boy was swallowing him, his throat working to fit Draco’s straining length. Draco gripped his hand in Harry’s soft locks and as he felt the strands run through his fingers he felt himself let go with a growl.

*End Fantasy*

Draco panted as he came hard into his hand, his cum hitting his chest. He panted, trying to gain his bearings, before waving his hand and banishing the mess. He seriously had problems if just touching Potter’s hair in his dream made him cum like an inexperienced, prepubescent kid.


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Draco found himself becoming more and more obsessed with Harry’s hair. He would sit at the table in all of his classes and just watch Potter play with his hair…which he did constantly. It seemed nobody liked Harry’s hair more than Harry. He was constantly running his fingers through it, blowing it out of his face, fisting his hands in it. The last one Draco wished he could do himself…only with Potter on his knees, staring at him from underneath that gorgeous head of hair.

Draco shuddered as he once more felt his cock twitch at the thought. He shook his head to clear his thoughts of Potter s he walked to Potions class. He wanted Potter. Wanted to touch him, taste him, he wanted to run his fingers through the sweet smelling, black, silky strands. He groaned as he heard Snape call out partners and realized that he and Potter were together…again. He moved to Potter’s table to find the smaller boy looking up at him with a small, shy smile.

“Should be a pretty easy potion, huh Malfoy?” Draco just stared at Harry before smirking, trying to place his mask back up.

“Sure…If I’m not you Potter.” This time he didn’t miss the hurt look in Harry’s eyes before Harry hurried away to get the ingredients. *Did my eyes deceive me? Or was Potter hurt by that?* He stared guiltily after the boy, feeling regret for his rash behavior. *Could Potter…be trying to make friends with me? Yeah right. Saint Potter befriending a Slytherin? And me most of all?* Draco snorted as the thought of what Potter’s friends would do if they even suspected he was being nice to Draco.

But there was no denying that Harry’s attitude was more than amiable towards Draco the entire period. He almost seemed to be flirting with Draco, albeit casually, but flirting none the less.

“Careful with your sleeve Malfoy, would hate to see those pretty clothes ruined.” Draco had had a retort on the tip of his tongue when he looked into Harry’s eyes and noticed that they weren’t full of anger, but mischief. He had chuckled at that and replied.

“Be careful yourself, Potter. I would hate to see those pretty locks catch flame.” Harry had blushed at this comment and turned quickly away.

Indeed they had captured the attention of most of the class by the end of it all and had been the only ones to actually finish their potion. Even Snape had been dumbfounded by the lack of fighting and, instead, the almost blatant show of attraction. They had been the first to leave and after they had walked out the door, Draco had stopped Harry and pulled him into a nearby empty classroom. He pushed Harry against the wall.

“Alright Potter. Enough games. What is going on? You have been acting nice to me all week and even flirted with me today. What gives?” Harry had stammered and blushed before looking up into Draco’s eyes and replying.

“I…I like you.” Draco was, to say the least, stunned. Harry then went on to say that he had felt Draco’s erection that day and it had bothered him all day that he had felt himself respond before moving away. He had thought about it and decided that he had come to like Draco…and perhaps he always had.

“I don’t know Draco…I just...” It was at that moment that Harry chose to run his fingers through his hair and then Draco snapped. He slammed Harry into the wall with the force of his impact as he thrust his mouth onto Harry’s, his tongue seeking entry inside which Harry happily obliged with a lusty moan. They both scrambled to undo their clothes, pulling on shirts and clawing at buttons as they continued to kiss like their life depended on it. Harry finally pulled away to breathe, a shaky moan leaving his lips as Draco attacked his neck with his mouth. Draco grabbed Harry’s head and forced it backward so he could look at Harry. He ran his fingers through the fine locks, a tremble running through his body as he leaned in and smelled that sweet fragrance once more. *Peaches…*

Draco panted as he whispered a spell, pointing at Harry’s anus with his wand. Harry shuddered as he felt cool liquid inside him. Draco knelt down and began to work one finger inside slowly, so as to not hurt the smaller boy. Harry gasped at the sensation and his legs threatened to give out on him but Draco had a firm grip on one, placing it over his shoulder as he nuzzled Harry’s hard erection, his now two fingers never stopping their back and forth motion inside of Harry. Harry gasped, his head hitting the wall with a loud thunk as he felt Draco lick his shaft from bottom to top.

“Draco…Hah…please…I want you inside me!” Draco stood up and grasping Harry’s legs, placed them around his waist as he positioned his cock at Harry’s entrance. He groaned as he pushed his way inside, slowly filling the tight hole. Harry groaned in pain/pleasure, his hands clenching Draco’s shoulders. When Draco was fully seated inside he grasped Harry by the back of his head, gripping onto the sweaty locks, with his right hand while his left gripped Harry’s hips as he began to thrust in and out.

Harry saw stars as Draco angled himself correctly, so as to his Harry’ prostate with each inward thrust. Harry whimpered as his cock was caught between the two of them, his legs dangling above the ground from around Draco’s waist, his thighs clenched tightly around the blonde haired boy. He put one hand behind him, bracing himself against the wall as he pushed back onto Draco, while the other went down to stroke his leaking cock.

Draco’s hand was gripping Harry’s hair tightly as he felt his pace increase to a frenzy. He put his hands on the wall finally so as to be able to thrust himself inside faster and harder. Harry was so tight and hot, he groaned as he felt Harry clench around him when his climax peaked. Harry moaned Draco’s name loudly as he came in his hand, splashing Draco’s stomach with warm semen. Draco thrust inside Harry once, twice, three times before he felt Harry’s head drop on his shoulder as his spasms finally stopped. He felt the strands of soft silk brush against his shoulder and smelled the engaging fragrance of peaches before he came with a strangled cry. He was just able to keep them both up as Harry was limp in his arms. He sighed as he slowly dropped to the floor, Harry still wrapped around his soft cock like a glove. He leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against Harry’s hair, feeling it slide against his skin.

“You have a thing for my hair…Don’t you?” Draco met amused emerald eyes as he blushed a brilliant shade of red.

“So what Potter?” Harry stretched like a cat with a smirk on his face that clearly said that he had gotten the cream.

“I think it’s hot Draco. If you want…next time we do it. I’ll take that gorgeous cock of yours and rub it with my hair. Draco felt his cock stiffen at the thought and he heard Harry chuckle as he scowled.

“Merlin Potter…I think I might be growing a fetish for this gorgeous arse of yours.” Harry smirked as he rotated his hips and clenched his muscled making Draco groan.

“You will have more fetishes concerning me than you can imagine, Malfoy, before the end of today.”


A/N:How was it? I wasn't sure how to approach a hair fetish so I figure this way was best without me royally screwing up anything! :Please review! I live off of them! Do you want me to starve!?