Unlikely Beginnings

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Chapter Three

\"Well, that was marvelous,\" Ron sighed as he walked along side his two
friends towards the library. Hermione had insisted they spend their free
period after Potions in the library, getting an early start on studying for
their NEWTs. Ron complained, naturally, citing the seven wholeths ths before
the tests were even scheduled to be given out.

As per usual, Hermione stood by her reasoning, and they were soon on their
way to the library, instead of doing something trivial and pointless, or
otherwise enjoying their time. About a foot or two from the doors of their
destination, Harry suddenly stopped.

\"Damn,\" he swore quietly, eyeing Professor Flitwick down the hall. A quick
chorus of \'What?\' from Hermione and Ron followed.

\"I forgot my Potions notes,\" Harry said. Hermione frowned, wondering how on
Earth someone could forget something like that. Ron just shrugged and opened
the door to the library, holding it open for Hermione.

Harry turned to head back down to the dungeons. \"I\'ll catch up with you
later,\" he called. As Harry walked down the hall, it was mostly emptied out
completely by now. The next class had started, and soon Harry was the only
one left in the halls leading to the dark and gloomy floor where the Potions
lab was set up.

As he turned down the last corridor to the lab, Harry could see the door was
open as he neared. There was a voice coming from the room, muttering to
itself, it seemed. It was too quiet to be a class. Harry rounded the corner
of the doorway and looked across the room to see a cloaked figure kneeling
down over the floor near the underside of a table.

Harry stepped into the room, watching the other student as he made his way
to his table where he could see his book there, unconfiscated by a nosy
Snape. The student, hearing Harry\'s footsteps, lifted his head and when he
saw who it was, stood up. It was none other than Draco Malfoy.

\"Potter,\" he acknowledged, with a rather sweeping glance down Harry\'s body.
Draco crossed his arms and leaned back against his table, watching Harry
reach his own and pick up his book.

\"What are you still doing here?\" Harry asked him. Malfoy wasn\'t nearly as
rude to him in private as he was when his faithful toadies were around,
Harry noted. He wondered if it was because of their strange new intimacy
from the other day, or if Draco was just in a good mood.

He waved a negligent hand at the few remaining black smears on the floor
beside his e. \e. \"Accidentally dropped my ink,\" he said, and gestured with
the cloth in his hand, already blotted with black. \"Snape tossed this at me,
so I got stuck cleaning it up.\"

\"Oh,\" Harry said, picking up his notebook. Draco pulled his wand out of his
sleeve, and Harry didn\'t have time to be worried about what Draco was
planning to do. With a barely audible spell uttered under his breath, the
cloth in Draco\'s other hand levitated into the air and burst into flames.

Draco gave an appraising look to the empty air where the cloth was and
seemed pleased. He then rubbed his boot over the ink smudges still on the
floor before he looked up. \"You still here, Potter?\"

Harry simply nodded, not knowing why he was even still in the room. He had
his book, he\'d been pleasant, and Ron and Hermione were waiting for him in
the library. Draco replaced his wand up his sleeve and started towards
Harry. Not knowing he had even been moving, Harry found he had backed
himself up as far as he could. Draco had cornered him against Snape\'s desk,
Harry realized as he looked over his shoulder. He frowned at an open jar of
goop before his attention snapped back to Draco.

Draco advanced up the small step to Snape\'s desk, stepping up, and placing
himself mere inches away from Harry\'s body. He tilted his head thoughtfully
as he slipped a hand under Harry\'s robe, pulled up his shirt slightly,
enough to hook a finger into a belt loop. Slowly, he let his lips slide into
a soft smirk. Harry had no room to move, and was barely aware that Draco had
pulled his arms down, and set his book aside. \"What?\" Harry asked, as he
caught sight of the smirk now plastered on Draco\'s face.

\"Oh,\" Draco started, sliding his other hand to Harry\'s other hip and doing
the same. \"I thought we\'d just entertain ourselves, have a bit of fun.\" He
pulled with his fingers linked onto Harry\'s trousers, bringing Harry up from
his slight lean on the desk, and flush against himself. \"What do you
reckon?\"

Harry scooted back to the desk, even if it only gave him two inches between
their bodies, but it was something. \"Er, Snape will be here any second,\"
Harry said, trying to sound like he didn\'t want to have the kind of fun
Draco was meaning. He wasn\'t against it, but in Snape\'s office? On his desk,
no less.

\"Our dear Snape has run off to a meeting,\" Draco replied happily, letting
his eyes drift down Harry\'s body, clearly appreciating what they saw, and
rather blatantly, to boot. \"We\'ll have well over an hour, I\'d say.\" Draco
hoped it would be that long; he saw such potential before him. He wanted to
take a bit more time with Harry this round.

Harry cleared his throat nervously, under Draco\'s heavy stare, and wished he
had his book back. Oh, no. Books. \"U - I - I\'ve got to get back to the
library. Ron and Hermione, they\'re waiting for me back at...\" He trailed off
for a second, watching as Draco licked his lips and took a firmer hold on
one of his hips. \"The library,\" he finished weakly, trying to inch his way
sideways enough so he could have a clear path to run out the door.

Draco watched him, amused, and he pushed at Harry\'s side, moving him back
into place and taking the few feeble inches he\'d gained. \"No, I don\'t think
so,\" he said. \"How about we have a repeat of yesterday afternoon, shall we?\"
And before Harry could open his mouth, probably only to be able to say
\'What?\', he was rather roughly twisted around to face the blackboard.

He let out a startled gasp and had just enough time to look down before he
was pushed over Professor Snape\'s desk, ind ind himself at a loss for
trousers. Harry automatically began to push with his forearms, to lift
himself off the desk, when he felt Draco\'s hands on his hips again. They
felt a lot smoother, and a bit cool, against his bare skin, which he hadn\'t
remembered from the day before.

Not being able to help it, Harry let out a little squeak of pleasure when he
felt the almost familiar feeling of a wet, talented tongue running along his
crack. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was absent mindedly pushing
back against the slick intruder, and gasping when it penetrated him
slightly.

Draco hummed, low in his throat, warranting more squirming from Harry, as he
used his thumbs to spread the other boy\'s cheeks further apart. Harry let
out a deep groan as he felt Draco\'s fingers pulling and pushing at his skin.
When Draco pushed his tongue farther inside, Harry felt himself almost melt
at the feeling. His head slipped forward to hit against the desk\'s surface,
eliciting a muttered, \'Ow\'.

Preoccupied as he was with his task at hand, Draco didn\'t hear Harry, and he
pushed in as far as he could, slickening the orifice for what was to come. A
moment later, he pulled back, and watched, a bit surprised, as Harry
squirmed backwards, wanting more. Draco grinned, feeling that he\'d wet
Harry\'s passage sufficiently for his purposes, and stood up behind him.

He decided to forego magicking his trousers off, and just pulled them down
around his thighs. Stepping up against Harry, Draco pressed his cock into
the warm and wet crevice, making Harry moan. Draco brought a hand to his
mouth and dripped a gob of saliva into it. With his other hand, he slipped
it under Harry\'s shirt, rubbing to comfort, and half to push him back down
onto the desk.

Draco rubbed the spit over his erection, and took hold of himself to line up
with Harry\'s hole. He pressed forward slowly, taking hold of Harry\'s hips,
and worked the head of his cock inside the tight velvet heat. Harry squeezed
his eyes shut at the pain of freshly stretched muscles, but it didn\'t hurt
as much as before. Malfoy was going slow to start, like he had been last
time, but using only spit as lube wasn\'t a very comfortable experience.

His hands tightened the already strong hold he had on Harry\'s hips, and
Draco proceededrustrusting his cock slowly into the clenching heat of the
other boy. The blond tilted his head down on his second out-stroke, panting
as he become more aroused at watching his cock disappear and reappear from
within the depths of the brunette. Harry\'s grip on the desk in front of him
was challenged as Draco thrust harder. He turned his head to look at the
chair not two feet away, and trying not to picture his Potions master
sitting right there, right now. Harry cried out and shut his eyes as Draco
changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting Harry\'s prostate on each forward
stroke.

Everything else seemed to fade from their minds as Draco continued his
relentlessly hard thrusts until he felt his balls start to tighten. He
pulled on Harry\'s hips as he pushed himself forward and came hard into the
tight channel his cock was enveloped in. Harry had heard the change in
Draco\'s breathing, surprised he was even paying that much attention to the
blond at times like this, and knew that it was a signal that his climax was
approaching. He didn\'t think Malfoy would help get him off after the fact,
so Harry steadied himself as best he could, and moved a hand from the edge
of the desk to his reddened cock.

He grabbed himself roughly, and began to jerk quickly, in time with the
small erratic thrusts Draco was pushing into him. Harry\'s eyes fell shut and
his mind reeled as he felt Draco\'s cum spurt inside him, and cried out
himself, releasing his essence to splatter the edge of the desk. Draco
slumped down against the other boy\'s back, mindful of their closeness, as he
panted heavily. Harry did likewise as he felt his knees begin to wobble
slightly from the effort to keep himself above the desk, and not knock
anything out of place.

After a brief moment, Draco began to pull out as slowly as he could, and
pulled his trousers back up. He fastened them up again, and stepped back
from the Gryffindor e coe could get up as well. Harry shakily stood and
muttered the counter charm, redressing himself, knowing full well Draco
wouldn\'t be so kind as to do it for him. Harry turned and leaned back
slightly against the desk, but still not wanting to move any papers for fear
of Snape finding out someone had touched his things.

Draco straightened a cuff of his robes and looked up at Harry, who was now
facing him. With almost an appraising look, Draco watched the dark haired
boy with a strange expression in his eyes before he spoke. \"Thanks again,\"
he said, the smugness not quite at its fullest possible extent, Harry
noticed. \"See you around, Potter.\"

Without waiting for any type of response, Draco turned and made for the
door, on his way back to the Slytherin common room. Harry watched him leave
before he took a steadying breath. \"I\'m sure,\" Harry muttered to himself as
he turned back to the desk to survey the damage.

He had tried, as much as he could while wanking himself, to keep his cum to
an unused space on the dese lie lifted his robe and found an inconspicuous
spot on the inside near the back of his thigh, and twisted it so he could
wipe up the mess off Snape\'s desk.

It seemed oddly quiet in the dungeon room, and Harry was in no mood to stick
around, as he begin to feel like the dismembered dragon eyes in random jars
on the shelves were watching him. The desk cleaned, Harry picked up his
book, wondered how long he\'d been gone from the time he left Hermione and
Ron at the library. One last look at the desk when he got to the threshold,
before turning and making his way back to the library.

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