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Adult ++
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The Hospital Wing, by Two Boys
Alright...sorry for the lack of focus, but I have been REALLY swamped by readings. Holy shit is Aristotle ever hard – and not in the good way (the way we want Harry and Draco to be). But I’m rambling – maybe trying to build up a word count, who knows, lol? – and it’s time to get on with the story.
So, we are still in the grey area between chapters 6 and 7...for the last time, I promise, just following where we last left off.
Harry was quickly running up the steps away from the Great Hall when a sudden barking startled him. He spun around, noticing the painting behind him; it was of a great black dog, and it appeared to be very angry with Harry. Scared, he bolted forwards before he was able to fully turn his head around ...
...and he missed the fact that the stairway was changing at the time. As a result, he was suddenly running in the air, before plummeting three storeys to the ground. He landed with a resounding crunch, and blacked out.
The next thing he knew he was in the Hospital Wing, his leg strung up in a sling, and his head pounding.
“Took a nasty fall, lad,” Madam Pomfrey said nearby as she closed the draperies, “but I think you’ll be alright soon enough. Just going to keep you hear tonight to set and heal the bones.”
“What time is it?” Harry asked groggily.
“It’s about seven o’clock in the evening – you’ve been out for a while.”
Harry stared up at the ceiling, and he could hear his brain laughing at him for being so stupid.
Madam Pomfrey shuffled away, humming to herself, before slamming the large wooden door to her office. Letting out a sigh, Harry closed his eyes and prayed to go back to sleep.
“What’re you here for, Potter?” Malfoy’s voice shot out through the silence, comforting Harry as an iron maiden comforts a man who needs a bed.
“None of your business, Malfoy,” Harry sat up, looking around for his nemesis/crush: he was sitting up in a bed just across from him, wearing a comfortable set of clothes, a sling round his arm, and reading his Potions textbook.
“Pass out from your shadow?” Malfoy smirked.
“Fuck you,” Harry said as he tried, in vain, to worm out of his bed and grab his wand nearby.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” Malfoy said before returning to his book.
Harry was peeved, but the other boy was right; so, he just settled down and lay back. Had he the means, he would have shot a quick and tidy expelliarmus and be done with it, but for now – he’d have to lie there and take the abuse.
“Your friends were here earlier,” Malfoy said after several minutes, breaking the silence, “in case you were wondering,”
“Huh?” Harry did not know what to say...why would Malfoy give a shit? Or even tell him.
“The Weasel was silent as a dementor, and the mudblood was ... ”
Oh, that’s why, Harry thought, he just wanted to insult my friends. Great. Fuck him.
“I don’t care, Malfoy,” Harry said nonchalantly, taking a deep breath, “but I don’t see any Crabbe and Goyle here to comfort you in your time of need,”
“They aren’t my friends, Potter,” Malfoy put the book down, staring across to Harry, “I think of them more as hired help,”
“You have to pay people to hang around with you?” Harry snickered,
“No,” Malfoy immediately replied in a cross voice, “I have plenty of friends in Slytherin – the only house worth caring for –”
“I don’t see any here,”
“They’re busy,”
“Yeah...sure...”
Shut the fuck up, Potter, Malfoy thought angrily; rather than continue the aggravating conversation, he returned his attention to his book, trying hard not to pay any attention to the hard on that was slowly growing in his pants.
“Is there anyone else here?” Harry asked suddenly, noting that he couldn’t really move his neck without help.
“Nope...just you and I...”
“Fuck my life,” Harry mumbled under his breath.
***
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW, FOLLOWING HARRY:
It was 11:58 at night, and Harry was still wide awake. Malfoy was breathing lightly across from him, and for all Harry could tell, Malfoy was sound asleep.
Harry had a problem; since Madam Pomfrey had come into the room about an hour prior, snuffing the candles and making the bed for Harry, Harry had been hard. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen Malfoy strip off his shirt to go to sleep, and ... his erection said it all.
Having been terrified to touch himself before he was certain Malfoy was asleep, he finally snaked his arm down his body, tracing over his stomach, and reaching down to his cock. Now up to five inches with a dusting of pubic hair, Harry was on the track to maturity, making good time. Especially compared to Ron – they had measured the night before Malfoy was hurt by Buckbeak, and Ron was a paltry four-and-a-half, without any hair!
Harry pulled on his cock lazily at first, though he was being extremely careful not to make noise, lest he wake up Malfoy. Eventually his courage rose, and he slid his pants down and grabbed hold. It felt so good to wank again, but having his sheet overtop him was causing a slight noise.
To resolve the situation, he pulled back the sheets, and exposed himself to the open air – he let out a small gasp as the cool air wrapped around his naked cock. The fact that he was now naked and close to Malfoy than ever in such a situation caused him to harden impossibly further. With a slight kinkiness, he pushed his hard member towards Draco, then pulled.
***
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW, FOLLOWING DRACO.
Draco’s eyes shot open; he had been snoozing peacefully until the rustle of sheets had woken him. Slightly pissed off, he slowly rose his gaze to glare at Harry...but instead of looking straight into Harry’s eyes, he was looking at the leaking head of Potter’s dick. His breath caught in his throat, and he couldn’t utter a sound – he was simply mesmerized by the sight.
Potter is...wanking? With me here? What a fucking twat! Draco thought as he felt his cock surge, but I can’t possibly wank while he’s still awake!
Draco kept his eyes open – luckily, because it was dark, he was able to stare at the silhouette of his crush without fear of being sighted. He rearranged his cock in his pants so that it was held down by his waist band, and he listened.
Harry went slowly for about five minutes, and then inexplicably sped up. He put one of his hands down to cradle his balls, and he shot his load up in the air with a loud grunt. Obviously too aroused to care whether or not Draco heard him, Harry outstretched a hand, wiped off the cum that had landed all up his chest, sighed contentedly, pulled up his sheets, and within five minutes, began to snore.
The moment that the snoring started, Draco shucked off his clothes and his sheets and enjoyed the serenity of his nudity. His erection was throbbing right now, and begging to be touched; Draco indulged it, and took only a minute to cum; thinking of Harry’s cock gave him all of the material he needed.
He was significantly cleaner than Potter, able to perform a cleaning spell to cleanse the sheets of his work. After lazily debating the merits of sleeping naked, he eventually sat up, pulled on his pyjamas once more, and then fell asleep.
***
The next morning, Harry was discharged. However, Malfoy didn’t reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through their double Potions.
As you could tell from the last lines, I am back to using the text! I should have a quicker writing process as a result, so please stay with me during this difficult time of a great need to write but also an exceptional need to read!
So, we are still in the grey area between chapters 6 and 7...for the last time, I promise, just following where we last left off.
Harry was quickly running up the steps away from the Great Hall when a sudden barking startled him. He spun around, noticing the painting behind him; it was of a great black dog, and it appeared to be very angry with Harry. Scared, he bolted forwards before he was able to fully turn his head around ...
...and he missed the fact that the stairway was changing at the time. As a result, he was suddenly running in the air, before plummeting three storeys to the ground. He landed with a resounding crunch, and blacked out.
The next thing he knew he was in the Hospital Wing, his leg strung up in a sling, and his head pounding.
“Took a nasty fall, lad,” Madam Pomfrey said nearby as she closed the draperies, “but I think you’ll be alright soon enough. Just going to keep you hear tonight to set and heal the bones.”
“What time is it?” Harry asked groggily.
“It’s about seven o’clock in the evening – you’ve been out for a while.”
Harry stared up at the ceiling, and he could hear his brain laughing at him for being so stupid.
Madam Pomfrey shuffled away, humming to herself, before slamming the large wooden door to her office. Letting out a sigh, Harry closed his eyes and prayed to go back to sleep.
“What’re you here for, Potter?” Malfoy’s voice shot out through the silence, comforting Harry as an iron maiden comforts a man who needs a bed.
“None of your business, Malfoy,” Harry sat up, looking around for his nemesis/crush: he was sitting up in a bed just across from him, wearing a comfortable set of clothes, a sling round his arm, and reading his Potions textbook.
“Pass out from your shadow?” Malfoy smirked.
“Fuck you,” Harry said as he tried, in vain, to worm out of his bed and grab his wand nearby.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” Malfoy said before returning to his book.
Harry was peeved, but the other boy was right; so, he just settled down and lay back. Had he the means, he would have shot a quick and tidy expelliarmus and be done with it, but for now – he’d have to lie there and take the abuse.
“Your friends were here earlier,” Malfoy said after several minutes, breaking the silence, “in case you were wondering,”
“Huh?” Harry did not know what to say...why would Malfoy give a shit? Or even tell him.
“The Weasel was silent as a dementor, and the mudblood was ... ”
Oh, that’s why, Harry thought, he just wanted to insult my friends. Great. Fuck him.
“I don’t care, Malfoy,” Harry said nonchalantly, taking a deep breath, “but I don’t see any Crabbe and Goyle here to comfort you in your time of need,”
“They aren’t my friends, Potter,” Malfoy put the book down, staring across to Harry, “I think of them more as hired help,”
“You have to pay people to hang around with you?” Harry snickered,
“No,” Malfoy immediately replied in a cross voice, “I have plenty of friends in Slytherin – the only house worth caring for –”
“I don’t see any here,”
“They’re busy,”
“Yeah...sure...”
Shut the fuck up, Potter, Malfoy thought angrily; rather than continue the aggravating conversation, he returned his attention to his book, trying hard not to pay any attention to the hard on that was slowly growing in his pants.
“Is there anyone else here?” Harry asked suddenly, noting that he couldn’t really move his neck without help.
“Nope...just you and I...”
“Fuck my life,” Harry mumbled under his breath.
***
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW, FOLLOWING HARRY:
It was 11:58 at night, and Harry was still wide awake. Malfoy was breathing lightly across from him, and for all Harry could tell, Malfoy was sound asleep.
Harry had a problem; since Madam Pomfrey had come into the room about an hour prior, snuffing the candles and making the bed for Harry, Harry had been hard. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen Malfoy strip off his shirt to go to sleep, and ... his erection said it all.
Having been terrified to touch himself before he was certain Malfoy was asleep, he finally snaked his arm down his body, tracing over his stomach, and reaching down to his cock. Now up to five inches with a dusting of pubic hair, Harry was on the track to maturity, making good time. Especially compared to Ron – they had measured the night before Malfoy was hurt by Buckbeak, and Ron was a paltry four-and-a-half, without any hair!
Harry pulled on his cock lazily at first, though he was being extremely careful not to make noise, lest he wake up Malfoy. Eventually his courage rose, and he slid his pants down and grabbed hold. It felt so good to wank again, but having his sheet overtop him was causing a slight noise.
To resolve the situation, he pulled back the sheets, and exposed himself to the open air – he let out a small gasp as the cool air wrapped around his naked cock. The fact that he was now naked and close to Malfoy than ever in such a situation caused him to harden impossibly further. With a slight kinkiness, he pushed his hard member towards Draco, then pulled.
***
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW, FOLLOWING DRACO.
Draco’s eyes shot open; he had been snoozing peacefully until the rustle of sheets had woken him. Slightly pissed off, he slowly rose his gaze to glare at Harry...but instead of looking straight into Harry’s eyes, he was looking at the leaking head of Potter’s dick. His breath caught in his throat, and he couldn’t utter a sound – he was simply mesmerized by the sight.
Potter is...wanking? With me here? What a fucking twat! Draco thought as he felt his cock surge, but I can’t possibly wank while he’s still awake!
Draco kept his eyes open – luckily, because it was dark, he was able to stare at the silhouette of his crush without fear of being sighted. He rearranged his cock in his pants so that it was held down by his waist band, and he listened.
Harry went slowly for about five minutes, and then inexplicably sped up. He put one of his hands down to cradle his balls, and he shot his load up in the air with a loud grunt. Obviously too aroused to care whether or not Draco heard him, Harry outstretched a hand, wiped off the cum that had landed all up his chest, sighed contentedly, pulled up his sheets, and within five minutes, began to snore.
The moment that the snoring started, Draco shucked off his clothes and his sheets and enjoyed the serenity of his nudity. His erection was throbbing right now, and begging to be touched; Draco indulged it, and took only a minute to cum; thinking of Harry’s cock gave him all of the material he needed.
He was significantly cleaner than Potter, able to perform a cleaning spell to cleanse the sheets of his work. After lazily debating the merits of sleeping naked, he eventually sat up, pulled on his pyjamas once more, and then fell asleep.
***
The next morning, Harry was discharged. However, Malfoy didn’t reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through their double Potions.
As you could tell from the last lines, I am back to using the text! I should have a quicker writing process as a result, so please stay with me during this difficult time of a great need to write but also an exceptional need to read!