Hate Transforms

A month after the incident on the train Harry still couldn’t figure out why he had kissed Malfoy. Something had come over him, compelling him to kiss the other boy. It was embarrassing enough to have kissed another bloke, but to top it off he was tied up and was found by Auror Tonks still in the compartment after the train began to move again.



Being attracted to another boy in any way was a surprise all together, but never in his wildest dreams did he think it would be Malfoy. The fact that he may not fancy girls was a newsflash. Perhaps the entire thing was a fluke, an aberration to the normal state of things. Perhaps what happened two weeks ago meant nothing?



Then why, even now, has he had do avoid even looking at Malfoy. Every time he would look over at the tall blonde Slytherin he would think about how soft his lips were against his own. He would harden in the middle of class just thinking about the salty taste of his skin, the intense grey eyes, and angular chiseled jaw.



Right now in his bed he was having trouble analyzing these thoughts as he lay awake in the morning light because his mind would wander to more lustful thoughts. Great, so on top of private lessons with Dumbledore, preparing for the final battle with Voldemort, and losing Sirius, he had to find out he is a homosexual who is having wet dreams about his enemy.



Damn it, now he was hard. What was wrong with him?



Well relieving the situation would be like admitting to the problem, so that option was out. He was just going to wait it out, for however long it would take. Luckily it was Sunday, so he did have all day. But for Merlin’s sake, his straining cock would not stop throbbing under the sheets. He could feel it pulsing, pleading for relief. The longer he waited the more painful and sensitive his cock became, until the friction against the sheets was causing him to buck up off the bed.



Finally he gave in and plunged his hand under the waistband of his pajamas and took hold of his engorged length. The moment he touched it he had to suppress a cry of both pleasure and pain. Quickly, he reached over to his bed stand for his wand and cast a silencing charm around his four poster bed, so as not to wake his roommates. Then he made sure the curtains were closed all the way.



When he was sure he would not be seen or heard he took a firm hold of his cock and returned to stroking himself. He tried to think of girls he knew, but nothing stuck. Then he tried to think of nothing at all and just pumped furiously, trying to finish swiftly. But before he could finish images of a platinum blonde with a bare toned chest was kneeling in front of him, taking his cock into that perfect mouth. His gasp was met, in his fantasy, by one perfectly manicured eyebrow quirked playfully before the expert sucking and licking continued.



That was all it took. Harry cursed himself, hated himself, as he came hard all over his hand and sheets. Damn him, and damn Draco Malfoy. How could someone he despised make him feel this way?



*I know this chapter is short, but be patient! Good- and naughty- things come to those who wait*