Trials of Affliction and Light Sleeping

Chapter three

 

            Draco groaned as he woke up with his face
buried in his pillow.  As he became
conscious of his surroundings, he also became aware that he was making little
thrusting movements into the mattress. 
Apparently during his sleep, he had been trying to relieve his morning
erection by rubbing it against his bedclothes. 
Well, now he was awake and could afford to give it his full
attention.  With a yawn, he turned
himself unto his back and let his hand slide under his pyjama bottoms to grab
his hardened shaft.  He groaned in relief
as he gave himself a hard squeeze.  With
his other hand, he reached inside the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a
tube of lubricant.  He didn’t really need
it, but using some lube just felt better than having his cock coming in direct
contact with his dry and calloused hands. 
He pulled off his pants, threw them off the bed and went to sit
upright.  He squirted a bit of lubricant
on his hands and rubbed them together. 
Then he reached for his engorged cock and a hiss escaped his lips as he
coated himself with the slick fluid.  He
laid himself back upon the bed and started jacking himself off.  Draco really didn’t want to draw this out to
long.  Sometimes he liked to take his
time, play with himself and stimulate several of his other erogenous zones,
like rubbing his nipples or kneading his testicles.  He had also fingered himself a couple of
times, but that just forced him into doing more gymnastic positions than he
cared for doing on a daily basis.  Especially in the morning.

No, now he just wanted release.

            A knot was forming in his underbelly as he
sped up his movements.  He thrust his
hips upward into his hands, desperately seeking for release.  Just a couple more...  Just one more.  One thrust... 
Two thrusts...  Three...

            Draco arced his back as the tension in his
belly suddenly snapped and waves of energy jolted throughout his body.  He just loved orgasms.  They made him forget things. 

After the waves of orgasm had dimmed down, Draco reached for his wand
and cleared his hand and stomach of his semen. 
He was about to get up and take a shower when he noticed that something
was off.

            “What the hell?”

*

Draco’s day had royally begun to suck!    

That morning Draco had woken up feeling so damn horny that he felt like
he could shag anyone and anything in sight. 
Mind you, he was a normal healthy teenage male so he knew quite a bit
about raging hormones.  But he also knew
that this wasn’t normal.  On any
normal day he would wank once or twice, which he supposed was rather a lot in
comparison to his other peer.  But with
being Head Boy, he just needed to relieve his stress more than others do.  Still, once or twice (or more depending on
the day he was having or the spare time he had) wasn’t anything extraordinary.

         But now...

         Draco had locked himself into his
bedroom and had wanked and wanked and wanked... 
Little over a minute after receiving his orgasm he would find himself
aroused again.  He had just kept on
wanking until everything faded to black and he had lost consciousness from
exhaustion.  Needless to say, when he
found himself waking up sporting yet another rock hard erection he screamed his
throat sore in agony. 

Quite ironic really. This way he could have been the
ultimate shagging toy for women.  He
could go on and on without need to recover.

But no.

That was the other problem.

He didn’t want any women!

And the odd thing was that he really didn’t want any men either.  The mere thought of even kissing a guy
disgusted him.

But his body seemed to think otherwise.

Heck, he had even kissed Granger to try to prove differently.  It might have been Granger, but he
still had expected to feel something. 
She had lips and she had breasts, what more did he need?

Apparently she was missing a penis, since that seemed to be the only
thing Draco was reacting to these days.

There hadn’t even been a spark.

Nothing.

Zilch. 

So now what?  Was he basically
going to have to be walking around with a constant erection and with no chance
of relieving it?  Moreover, how was he
supposed to ‘mate’ is the mere thought of shagging a woman grossed him out?

That bloody Karma had finally caught up with him.

So now he was in Potions class (again) brewing a potion with Zabini
(again) having put a big honking concealing charm on his pants so others
wouldn’t notice the prominent bulge he was sporting.  Draco did notice it though.  He constantly had to fight the urge to start
humping the desk.  He still couldn’t help
himself not to ‘accidentally’ rub himself against the edge of the desk as he
bend over to grab another ingredient or what not to find some relief.

Quidditch.

He was going to think about Quidditch! 
Tomorrow was the big match against Gryffindor and that was what he was
going to focus on.  He wasn’t going to
let his hormones get the best of him.  He
was going to beat Potter once and for all. 
This wasn’t just a game of Quidditch; it was about honour.  Draco glanced upwards and glared at the back
of Potter’s head, whose owner sat in front of him.

Doesn’t he ever comb his hair?

You’d think the ‘saviour of the Wizarding World’ would at least care
about his physical appearance.  He’s
supposed to defeat Voldemort, but he can’t even win a battle with his own mop
of hair?

What kind of PR is that?

Potter’s hair did have nice structure though.  Nice and thick jet-black hair that just made
you want to run your fingers through it.  Draco watched as Potter reached over to grab
a spoon.  He could see the muscles of his
back ripple as he leaned over the desk. 
If Draco hadn't been absolutely enthralled, he would have smacked
himself over the head for practically drooling over the Gryffindor Golden Boy.

“Malfoy, are you okay?”

“I’m fine” Draco answered his Potions partner in a manner that he hoped
was casual after suddenly snapping out of his reverie.

“Are you sure?”  Blaise asked in
concern.  “You seem a bit...
flushed.  Are you running a fever?”

Next thing Draco knew was Zabini placing the palm of his hand against
his forehead to feel his temperature.

Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God! 
Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God! 
Oh God!  Oh God!

The feel of Zabini’s hand against his skin sent shivers throughout his
body.  He just wanted to compress himself
against the other boy’s body and snog him senseless (he’d say ‘shag’, but he
didn’t really know how to go about that with a guy.  And quite frankly, he really didn’t want to
know).  Draco was struggling for breath
when Blaise removed his hand and thoughtfully looked at him.

“I think you should see Madame Pomfrey” Blaise said.  “Perhaps you have the flue.”

“No, I’m fine.  I-“

“You’re Quidditch Captain!” 
Blaise drawled.  “We need you
tomorrow when we play Gryffindor. 
Healthy!”

“But-“ Draco protested.

“Sir,
permission to take Malfoy to the Hospital Wing?”  Zabini shouted through the class, having all
eyes suddenly raking towards Draco.

“Off course” Snape answered while he didn't even bother looking up from
his notes.

Fuck! Draco really found it innerving to have everyone staring at him
while he was as horny as a Hippogriff on heat. 
And you’d think that that would have the same effect as a bucket
of ice water, yet it strangely didn’t turn him off.  If not the opposite.

Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea to get out of the classroom after all.

“I can do it myself,” he drawled at Blaise as he gathered his things and
left the classroom, not noticing the set of brown eyes of a certain Head Girl
following him from the front of the classroom with an interested frown.

After Draco had shut the doors to the classroom and had run to the other
side of the corridor, he dropped his things and leaned against the wall.  When he noticed that no one was about, he
went to cup his erection through his pants. 
He was painfully hard and really couldn’t go any further without
relief.  After only three superficial
rubs through his pants Draco climaxed violently while biting his lip, so he
wouldn’t scream out in relief.

After the shudders of orgasm had gradually dimmed down Draco just wanted
to cry out in frustration.  Dammit, he
had been masturbating in the middle of the dungeon because he was too
horny to move after being in close contact to men.

MEN!

This whole situation was so messed up that he wanted to beat himself up
for being such a freak.

*

Malfoy was acting odd, Hermione mused as she was putting the final
additions on her potion.

Well, odder than usual anyway.

He seemed rather distracted lately and had even left Potions under the
pretence of being ill. Hermione actually thought he was more ill in the head
than anything else.  There was nothing
sane about way he had barged into their common room last night.  It looked as if he had taken a shower with
his clothes on after he had outrun the Grim Reaper.

Not to mention the kiss.

When Hermione had come into the common room to retrieve one of her
books, she definitely had not expected that to happen.

Malfoy had kissed her.

         Malfoy!

         Her!

         Her first instinct had been to scream
‘EW!  EW! 
EW!’ and to go brush her teeth, but oddly enough she didn’t feel like
doing such a thing.  He was a freakishly
good kisser.

         “But it was Malfoy!” she thought
in dismay as she rasped her radishes rather roughly.  “I mean: EW! It’s just... ew!”

         No, it still didn’t feel ‘ew’.

         She didn’t know what had gotten into
Malfoy, but apparently it had had little to do with her, seeing as he
practically had forgotten that she was there after he had released her
lips.  Now she actually felt a little embarrassed,
because the whole time while he had been kissing her she had merely been
gawking. 

Well, what did he expect? 
Catching her off guard like that!

But still, it was a damn good kiss and she rather had wanted to be a
part of it.  It had been over two years
since her last kiss and even then, it hadn’t been very sizzling.  She had shared her first kiss with Victor
before he had gone back to Bulgaria
and she hadn’t kissed anyone since.  And
even then she had only done it because she was curious about what kissing felt
like.

Comparing that kiss to the one she had shared with Malfoy, Hermione had
concluded that her kiss with Victor could at most be measured up to 'two birds
pecking each other'.

         Damn that Malfoy and his talented lips!

         If only it hadn’t been him.  If only he hadn’t been Head Boy!  She didn’t like living with him, she didn’t
like working with him and she didn’t like the fact that he apparently saw her
as some sort of kissing-toy.  He was
still as snotty as the day she had met him. 
She also knew that he actively disliked her, so for the life of her she
couldn’t understand why he would want to kiss her.  If only she could just black out the
information on who it was that had given her that titillating kiss, she
might not have to block the entire kiss out of her memory.

         Throwing the baby away with the
bathwater that is.

         No, she also didn’t want him to kiss
him again.  He might be a good kisser,
but he was still a Malfoy, a Slytherin and a stupid prat.  Just... Ew!

         ...

“No, still not ‘ew’” she sighed as she threw the radishes in her boiling
cauldron.

*

         “Damn!”  Ginny exclaimed as she dropped her fork with
a clatter.

         “What is it?”  Hermione asked.

         “Look at Malfoy” Ginny said
breathlessly, nodding in the direction of the Slytherin strutting through the
Great Hall towards his seat at the lunch table.

         “What about him?”  Hermione asked with a frown.

         “He’s gorgeous” Ginny replied
anxiously, a blush creeping unto her cheeks.

         Hermione gaped at her friend in
disbelief.  Never before had Ginny
uttered a single positive comment about Malfoy or his appearance.  Granted, it wasn’t uncommon for Hermione to
hear another girl swooning over Draco Malfoy. 
He was one of the more attractive sort of the
male species and had a grace of movement many girls didn’t even have.  Nevertheless, it was definitely an uncommon
thing for Ginny to say such a thing, so Hermione found it quite odd that her
friend was suddenly blushing madly at the sight of the snotty Slytherin in a
manner that clearly exhibited signs of arousal.

         Especially since Ginny was gay.

*

Draco was so screwed.

During lunch, he had found himself being summoned to Snape’s
office.  Apparently the greasy bugger had
been checking up on him to see if he had actually gone to see the medi-witch.

Which he hadn’t.

Could you imagine that consultation?

‘You see, lately I seem to be having some homosexual tendencies that
get me so frisky I find myself masturbating in public places and ejaculating
inside my pants.  Do you have a pill for
that by any chance?’

Draco so hadn’t felt up for that.

So now, he had to answer to Snape.

As his Head of house was rambling on and on about the importance of
tomorrow’s match and how necessary it was for Draco to be in good health, Draco
couldn’t help but take notice to something else.

Snape wasn’t that ugly.

He had the whole ‘dark, tall and handsome’-look going on, which was very
appealing.  If he would just take a
shower once in a while he’d actually be shaggable.  This made Draco wonder if the gossip would be
true about Snape still being a virgin. 
Somehow, he suddenly doubted that. 
As he was listening to the man's rambling, Draco couldn’t help but to
become absolutely enthralled by the sound of his voice.  Draco wondered if Snape could actually bring
a person to orgasm just by making him or her listen to him.

“I can bottle fame!”

“What?”  Draco asked with a frown,
snapping out of his reverie.  Apparently
he had missed something.

“I can bottle fame, brew glory and put a stopper in death” Snape said in
that trademark silky voice of his.  Draco
noticed that Snape suddenly had a strange gleam in his eyes.  Almost predatorily.  And the fact that he had leaned himself over
Draco’s chair, their faces only being inches apart, made it Draco feel like
some sort of trapped animal.

“Excuse me?”  Draco asked in a
wavering tone of voice.

Snape didn’t immediately answer. 
Draco felt the professor’s eyes raking over every inch of his face.  It was as if Snape was mapping him out.  Draco couldn’t help but wonder warily on what
he was mapping him out for.  Next Snape
leaned in and started whispering in Draco’s ear.

“I can concoct potions that would save your beauty for all eternity,
would defy old age and be saved from the decay of death” he finally answered in
a tone of voice that was so sexy it should be illegal.

“O-kay” Draco said before he suddenly felt something wet enveloping his
ear.  Draco didn’t have to think long
before realising that it was Snape’s tongue. 
Draco yelped and shoved his Head of house off him.

“I should go... practise Quidditch... match... tomorrow” Draco stammered
while stumbling towards the door in a highly un-Malfoyish manner.

He spurted out of the office with his tail between his legs.

And oddly enough, this wasn’t only a figure of speech.

*

         “Oi, Malfoy!  Watch where you’re going!”  Weasley shouted.

         In his haste to get out of Snape’s
office Draco had collided with something.

         Something that was a
live human being.

         Something that was
The Boy Who Lived.

        

         And now he found himself horizontally
on top of said Boy Who Lived.

         And it felt rather nice actually.

         “Sorry” Draco said as he scrambled
himself off the other boy.

If Draco hadn’t been so traumatised about his encounter with Snape, he
might have noticed that he had just apologised to the Gryffindor Golden
Boy. 

He might also have noticed the suspicious frown Hermione Granger gave
him as he was running down the corridor.

And he might also have noticed the look of both shock,
wonder and arousal a set of emerald eyes were burning into his back as he
rounded a corner.

Or a couple of inches lower than his back, if you are a nitpicker and
want to be exact. 

**********

End of
chapter three

Disclaimer: The line about the ‘two birds
pecking each other’ is a reference to an episode from ‘The Gilmore Girls’.