Change My World

By the time breakfast was over the next morning, mutant zombie vampire acromantulas had chased Harry and Draco out of the Forbidden Forest. The boys were lucky to be alive and Albus Dumbledore should have been fired. Well, the last part only really came up at the Slytherin table, but the sentiment was there. Depending on whom you asked and their personal affiliation in the Draco v. Harry division, one of the boys saved the day, taking their lives into their very hands for the other. Granted, more people were apt to believe that of Harry than Draco, but there were still some who believed in the underlying goodness of the fair-haired prat. Neither boy had actually said anything at all about their detention, simply keeping mum. In fact, had there not been a pair of seventh years in the Astronomy tower snogging who glanced out at the shouting, no one would have known at all.

From across the hall, Harry had been watching Draco\'s predictable routine of his own plate and silverware eating exactly two poached eggs. The Slytherin held his fork in a very practiced fashion and nearly always cut at his food in the same way. Whether this was simply the way Draco ate or whether he was simply that obsessive compulsive wasn\'t really clear. Harry simply buttered up his toast and tucked into the jumble of scrambled eggs before him. Both boys had been earlier called into the Headmaster\'s office and informed that tonight\'s detention was to take place in the seventh floor boy\'s bathroom. They were to clean it. Without magic.

Malfoy wailed. Potter shrugged. But in the end, no matter what the reaction to the bathroom cleaning detention was, the decision had been made and Dumbledore was standing by it. Clearly the Forest was going to get them killed, and while the elder wizard had given consideration to having them clean a more populated bathroom, given their extreme temperaments; he wasn\'t certain that the room they might be locked into together would fare well. Even without wands, the boys were capable of more than their fair share of hormone-driven altercations. While Dumbledore feared the integrity of any of his bathrooms, the seventh floor one was the most expendable.

Furtive glances were not Draco\'s forte. Either he looked or he didn\'t look. Though he felt Potter\'s eyes on him, he didn\'t look up. What had transpired between them should have left him far less coltish than he was. But at that precise moment, he was a little concerned about how much of his mind Harry was taking up, and worse yet, the way he made his stomach flip. So, he kept his eyes averted. Harry, however, kept looking at Draco now and then and found himself increasingly upset that the blond wasn\'t looking back. As a matter of fact, it was eating him alive.

Today the boys were almost oddly quiet and too courteous around one another. Near-death experiences will do that to people, the rest of the school reasoned. How talkative would anyone be after being attacked by a mutant zombie vamp- the rest of the school was duped into thinking their behavior was normal.

Draco wasn\'t intentionally mean. No, wait. Strike that. On this day, at this hour, in this particular set of circumstances involving Harry and Harry alone; Draco wasn\'t intentionally mean. He was simply paranoid that if he looked up at the boy, that he\'d have look on his face, and that look would translate to someone, anyone would somehow see what had transpired. Then they\'d think he was gay. And he wasn\'t gay. Potter was gay. Draco was just a pervert. Or at least that\'s what got him through the night.

By the end of the day, Harry was worn out from angsting that Draco wasn\'t looking at him. Draco\'s daylong rationalization and denial had also sapped his own energies. So it was that both boys, at about the same time, headed to their respective Heads of House and turned in their wands for the evening. Being closer to the bathroom in question, Harry was already inside wiping down the full-length mirror not far from the door. \"Of all the bathrooms in all of Hogwar-\"

\"If that\'s your attempt at humor, stick to saving the world,\" Draco snapped, but then relented with a smirk and a perked brow that softened his words.

\"Oh? I thought our roles were changing since I heard you saved me from the mutant zombie vampire acromantula.\"

Rolling his eyes, Draco headed towards the bucket of cleaning supplies and with a look of extreme distaste dug around for a pair of gloves. No way was he ruining his manicure with menial labor. \"Yes, that was rather awesome of me. I rule. Too bad I don\'t give a flip about saving Mudbloods or I\'d give you a run for your money.\"

\"You ran like a scared girl.\"

\"You stood there like a jackass,\" Draco retorted as he pulled the foul yellow rubber gloves on and reached for a sponge. \"I don\'t even know how to start with this,\" he admitted.

\"Being a hero? Well, first you have to have the heart of a lion-\"

\"And evidently you have to be utterly oblivious to the obvious,\" Draco snarked as he held up his gloved hands and waved at Harry with the sponge.

\"Oh,\" he said as he blushed and turned back to the mirror. Of course, as is the nature of mirrors, it reflected his visage at Draco who snorted at his embarrassment. Crunching his face a little he retorted, \"Just put some soap on the sponge and start rubbing it on things. I know how much you like to rub, so this should be easy for you to learn.\"

Draco\'s brows went up in amusement. \"Ah. I see. Well, then I shall leave the pipes to you. I\'d hate for you to get jealous.\"

That statement simply made Harry\'s face bloom like a bright red rose. His face was unabashedly beaconing his extraordinary sensitivity to the subject matter. And on top of that, was Draco... \"Are you flirting with me?\"

\"Hah! \"

\"Oh.\"

\"Well bathrooms aren\'t exactly sexy, are they?\"

\"I... I... suppose not?\"

That was interesting. Draco headed over to the sink and started to scrub it with the sponge as Harry had instructed. \"Come over here,\" he indicated the sink next to him. \"Show me how this works, you dirty bathroom flirter.\"

\"I wasn\'t the one flirting!\" Harry spazzed as he made his way to the sink next to the Slytherin, stopping by the bucket to likewise pull on gloves and grab a sponge. Standing before the sink he twisted the spigot and started to scour the basin.

Draco took a moment to simply enjoy Harry\'s discomfort. The silence made Harry somewhat squirmy as he now felt tacitly accused of being the one to hit on Draco and that... well he hadn\'t, had he? With the balance of power in Draco\'s favor, Harry started to brush viciously at the porcelain of the sink, trying to ignore the way Draco leered. After what seemed an age of silence between them, Draco declared, \"You want me.\"

\"Pfft.\"

\"What was that?\" Draco asked with his brows up.

\"Pfft.\"

\"I heard it. But \'pfft\' is mine. I forbid you to use \'pfft\' against me. Get your own mouth noise!\" Draco insisted.

\"Loads of people say \'pfft\' it\'s not yours! You can\'t... own a mouth noise!\"

\"I never heard you \'pfft\' before I said it to you!\"

\"Oh, like we were best buddies who talked all the time before this,\" Harry pointed out.

\"Just the same, get your own noise of disdain. That one\'s mine.\"

\"Meh.\"

\"Too defeatist.\"

\"Now you\'re going to criticize my noises?\" Harry asked, glaring at Draco incredulously as the blond boy finished wiping down the basin and moved around to the one on the other side of Harry.

\"Are you ever going to finish cleaning that sink or are you stalling to spend more time with me?\" Draco asked, changing the subject. He didn\'t actually want to fight over vocal expressions and in truth he was a little tickled that Harry was picking up some of his mannerisms.

\"Oh yes, that\'s what I\'m trying to do. Spend more time with a boy who gets possessive over blowing air through his teeth.\"

\"I just don\'t like you copying me. You don\'t do it well enough and it cheapens my greatness,\" Draco said. Though he wasn\'t looking at Harry, he was smiling down into his menial task. Not sneering, not smirking, but smiling. Harry opened his mouth to point out that Draco seemed honestly amused with him, but thought better of it. It would just make the blond defensive and they\'d end up arguing the point. Harry finally finished rinsing his own sink and moved to the one on the other side of Draco. Working in tandem, the boys were actually doing something productive together. It was a new experience for both of them.

Malfoy wasn\'t particularly fussed with the ensuing silence. He\'d gotten in the last word and that was good enough for him. He seemed to be settling into the rhythm of the menial work in much the same way that he settled into making Potions; finding a methodical pattern in doing it, executing it, and moving on to do it again at the next basin. Finishing the sink he was on, he moved around to the other side of Harry. The movement seemed to wake the Gryffindor from his pondering on what to talk about. Silence made Harry uncomfortable. And perhaps, just perhaps, he had found himself enjoying Draco\'s company. But to Harry\'s interpretation, Draco seemed to be shutting down and becoming more defensive. \"How was your summer?\" Harry attempted.

\"Fatherless.\"

\"Oh. Right,\" Harry said as he swallowed hard and started to rinse the basin out. \"I\'m umm... sorry about that. I mean, not about... you know. He was a bad man. Just that you lost your father--\"

\"Sorry? Why would you be sorry? In all fairness, he would\'ve killed you given half a chance. After he\'d gotten the- thing,\" Draco said, trying to evade how much he knew about it.

\"He can\'t kill me. That\'s what the prophecy said. Only Vold--\"

\"Don\'t,\" Draco said, freezing his movements.

\"What?\"

\"Don\'t tell me.\"

\"Don\'t tell you what?\"

\"Don\'t tell me what the prophecy said. Don\'t tell me anything about any of it,\" Draco said as he turned and looked at Harry dubiously. \"I\'m not your friend, Harry; I\'m the enemy, remember? If you tell me what- If you tell me these things they\'ll get back to Him. So don\'t tell me.\"

\"Oh,\" Harry said, feeling the color drain completely from his face. \"Dra-Malfoy, are you... did you get... umm... the Mark?\"

\"If I had, it would be stupid of me to admit it, wouldn\'t it? So I\'m going to tell you I haven\'t. It happens to be the truth, but that doesn\'t mean you should pour your deepest secrets to me,\" he said harshly.

\"Are you going to?\" Harry asked as he tossed his sponge into the sink and crossed his arms and looked critically at Draco. His eyes cast over the blonde\'s form in concern.

Draco started rinsing his sink and let out a long huff of air. \"Potter, this subject-\" he cut himself off and rested his yellow gloved hands on the sink and leaned into it. \"Not unless I\'m forced to. I-\" he broke off again and then looked up at the ceiling as if there were strength or words up there. \"I blamed you initially for the whole... capture. But I came to realize that... if the Dark Lord was there the whole time, as it would seem that he was... then he could have gotten my father out of there. Or at least tried. But he didn\'t. He left him. It\'s not that I... I\'m still better than you. I\'m still a pureblood. But He just left my father there. My father was there for Him, and he just... abandoned his followers. I\'m not signing up for that.\"

Harry took a moment to consider this. It made perfect sense. More sense than he\'d expected from Malfoy. For now he decided to set aside the arrogant posturing of the Slytherin being better than him. That was just how Malfoy was. He was fairly certain if you took away the pure blood and the wealth, Draco would still believe himself better than everyone else. \"Well, good then.\"

\"Yes, it\'s great,\" Draco affirmed while he rolled his eyes.

\"You know what I mean. How is your mother?\"

It was Draco\'s turn to blanche. \"I don\'t want to talk about this anymore.\"

\"Oh.\"

\"No... it\'s not-I just-I don\'t want to talk about this, not with you,\" he said, and seeing the look on Harry\'s face he sighed and shook his head. \"Not with anyone.\"

Finishing with his sink, Harry was starting around Draco to the next one, when he stopped in front of Draco and with a fluid movement, flung his arms around the Slytherin and pulled him into a tight embrace.

\"Potter, don\'t,\" Draco started to squirm as Harry held him tightly. The fight was brief and ended in Draco simply tolerating the hug, but not returning it.

Ignoring the admonition, Harry continued to hold the pale waif and then asked, \"Would you really tell Voldemort what I said?\"

Stiffening at the blurting out of the dark wizard\'s name, Draco flexed his jaw a few times before answering. \"If I were brought before him, it wouldn\'t much matter whether I wanted to tell him or not. He can read minds. If He thought for even a moment that I might have information He could use...\" he let the sentence hang. Clearly he\'d be brought forward and suddenly Harry realized the inherent danger in their little affair.

\"You\'ve... umm... thought this through a bit.\"

\"Well, someone had to,\" Draco admitted dismissively as he finally pulled back and looked into Harry\'s green eyes. Finally, in this embrace their eyes locked. No one averted the other\'s gaze. Neither pushed off the seriousness of the moment with banter. Without these obstacles, Harry could finally truly see the fondness Draco had for him. Impulsively, Harry closed his eyes, tilted his head in the way that Draco had shown him and pressed his lips against Draco\'s.

Against his better judgment and otherwise rational thinking, Draco stretched his arms around Harry and started to pluck off his yellow rubber gloves and let them flop to the floor. Smoothly parting his lips, his tongue slipped out to break the seal of Harry\'s yielding lips and their tongues caressed. Harry\'s gloves likewise dropped to the floor and their arms wrapped around each other as their kiss deepened.

This kiss was new and different. It was not borne of their goading and game playing. It was far more dangerous than even their mutual masturbation the night before. No boogieman: not Bane, nor mutant zombie vampire acromantula had anything on the sheer and very real threat of true intimacy.

Breaking the kiss, Draco pulled back and shook his head. \"Potter, I can\'t.\"

\"For once in your life, Malfoy, shut up,\" Harry said as he advanced on Draco, backing him up until he was finally pressed flush against the wall past the stand of sinks.

Draco\'s brows rose as he looked at the Gryffindor in shock, then amusement. Defiance flickered over his features and his mouth opened to protest. Harry slipped his hand between the two boys and latched around the blonde\'s stiffening length. \"Potter... you don\'t know what you\'re doing.\" Of course, Draco meant it in a much more philosophical way than the Gryffindor took it.

\"Then teach me,\" Harry whispered, leaning in to brush his lips against Malfoy\'s. He wasn\'t entirely sure what had come over him other than the fact of Draco\'s admissions and that look seemed to make the blond vulnerable in a way he\'d never seen before. Harry would admit that their sexual experimentation up to this point had been addicting, but this chance at real feelings to go with it, despite all of the risks involved, wasn\'t something Harry was willing to part with.

Draco was going to object to Harry that this was going too far. It was complicated. Their little flirtation needed to end before it went too far. Malfoy was, in fact, just about to voice his concerns when Harry moved down to his knees in front of Draco. \"What in the hell are you doing?\" the Slytherin squeaked.

\"I\'m not about to tie your shoes, if that\'s what you\'re thinking,\" Harry shot back, green eyes sparkling.

Rolling his eyes, Draco responded, \"Do you even know how to do that? I mean if this goes like your first kiss did, someone should give a heads up to St. Mungo\'s for me.\"

\"How difficult could it be?\" Harry asked.

\"Why are you asking me? I\'m not the fag. I\'ve never sucked cock.\"

\"You know what? Never mind, asshole!\"

\"WAIT!\" Draco squalled.

Harry smirked deviously. \"You want me.\"

\"Pfft.\"

\"Don\'t you mean \'meh\'\"

\"I\'m not copying you. Who would copy you? I\'m the cool one.\"

\"Well, if you don\'t want me to try, I\'ll just go back to cleaning sinks.\"

\"WAIT!\" the blond squealed again. \"OK, look, you just like... don\'t use your teeth. Cover them with your lips, like this,\" he said as he wrapped his pale lips over his teeth.

\"I thought you said you never did this before.\"

\"I haven\'t. But I\'ve umm... had it done to me before.\"

\"Oh.\"

\"Not by another boy!\"

\"Was that supposed to make me feel better?\" Harry asked him, starting to feel really silly for this now.

Now his erection was starting to pain him and Harry was looking doubtful. Though initially Draco didn\'t want him to do it, now he was desperate for contact. In this realization, Draco brought his pale hand up to his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose. \"You\'re killing me, Potter.\"

\"Alright, you know what? Never mind.\"

Draco stood there for a moment as Harry folded his arms indignantly in front of him and out of nowhere he let loose with a loud, \"RAAR!\"

\"Excuse me?\"

\"You know what? I don\'t need you!\" Draco insisted as he started to undo his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. Harry\'s eyes widened as he thought-- no-- he wouldn\'t. Draco wouldn\'t force him, would he? But that didn\'t seem to be the intent at all as the green eyes watched Draco pull out his perfectly pink and well-veined erection. He watched the pale hand caress its own appendage as tenderly as it had his own the night before. \"What are you doing?\" Harry barked.

\"Finishing what you started!\" Draco said as he tilted his head back against the cold and prickle of the stone wall behind him. His hands flexed and preened over his erection as he let out a shuddering sigh of satisfaction that at last his need was at last being tended to.

\"Y-you can\'t do that!\" Harry insisted. Draco simply ignored the statement. He could and he was. \"Stop it!\" Harry protested.

\"Make me.\"

Forcefully, Harry grabbed Draco\'s wrist and pulled his hand away. Draco was quick to counter by grabbing his own manhood with his left hand, only to have Harry move that away. With a vicious smirk, Draco shifted his hips and smacked Harry\'s cheek with the weight of his length. \"Oh, that is it!\" Harry growled at him playfully. Swiftly moving in, he turned his head and caught the swaying head of Draco\'s prick into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Spitefully, he then grazed his teeth over the head gently, making Draco whimper helplessly as his arms flexed and strained against Harry\'s better-leveraged appendages.

Malfoy had never endured head by force before, although this wasn\'t exactly against his will. Had it been he could have easily kicked Harry and gotten away. But the simple and figurative restraint was a turn on for both the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. \"Teeth!\" Draco cried out.

Harry tested out how far the length could move into his mouth before his gag reflex was triggered. He could go deeper than he\'d thought, and took as much of Draco into him as he could. Forcing himself to keep his eyes open, Draco looked down at the brunette\'s head bobbing animatedly over his manhood. It was incredible to see the Boy Who Lived on his knees in front of him manipulating his glistening cock with his mouth. It was almost too much to bear. His hips worked gently against Harry\'s rhythm until he felt his legs start to shiver and his abdomen flexed and burned in preparation to release. \"Harry... Harry...\" Draco whimpered and tugged a bit at his hair in warning.

Looking up at Malfoy, Harry tried to blink and nod and give indications that he was ready. He had become so caught up in trying to let Malfoy know it was all right for him to come into his mouth, that he missed the tell tale jerking and soon his mouth was overflowing with ejaculate. The brunette pulled back and away from the flow causing the remainder of Draco\'s sperm to splatter randomly over Harry\'s face, seeming mostly to cover the beleaguered boy\'s glasses. As soon as the rapture of his release had worn itself out, Draco quickly realized that his cock was dangling in the cold and looked down at Potter\'s ejaculate-laden face and did the only thing that he could do: giggled helplessly.

At this effrontery, Harry sputtered and spat on the floor, getting the spooge all over himself, making him cringe in a gooey mess. \"Fuck you, Malfoy. Fuck you!\" he sputtered as Malfoy deftly put his spent manhood away. Shaking his head, Draco moved to the boy on his knees and hoisted him up by hooking his hands under his shoulders and dragged the irritable boy over to the full length mirror so that Harry could see himself. The truth was, Draco thought it was rather adorable in a perverse way; particularly the odd way his leavings dribbled off of the boy\'s glasses. \"You\'re really proud of yourself, aren\'t you, Malfoy?\"

Draco nodded and then leaned in and whispered against his ear. \"I am. I think this is possibly the sexiest I\'ve ever seen you, Potter,\" he vocalized, allowing his soft lips and to a lesser degree the moist tip of his tongue to toy with the shell of the boy\'s ear. Then he tilted his head to the side and started to lap languidly at Harry\'s face, licking up the opalescent goo with his tongue and swallowing it down. At first Harry thought this was rather disgusting, but watching the reflection of Draco do it in the mirror, the hot pink tongue sliding over his visage to remove his own ejaculate from his face became intoxicating. And the feel of it was strangely luxuriant as the silken moisture passed over his features.

He was surrendering completely to it until Draco pulled off his glasses and held the frames between them as if he were sharing a rare delicacy. Both boys slithered their tongues over the spectacles, slipping over the same places, sharing the luridly salty substance between them, stealing it from each other\'s tongues or simply smearing it between them until the glasses were also free from the gizm. Harry took the glasses and slipped them into his pocket as Draco retraced the flat of his tongue languidly over Harry\'s features and finally down to his lips. Pausing there, their tongues shared another deep embrace as the Slytherin\'s pale hand slipped down over the tautness in Harry\'s pants.

Angling their bodies to the side so that they could watch themselves in the mirror, Draco slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of Harry. His grey eyes peered up at him as he shook out his pale mane and smiled for a moment before tucking into dealing with Harry\'s trousers.

\"Malfoy, wait, what about the toilets.\"

\"Sod \'em\"

\"We already blew off one of our detentions,\" Harry pointed out.

Leaning back, Draco reached down to his ankle and pulled his trouser leg up and fished his wand out of his sock. \"Sorcerer\'s Apprentice\" style, he waved his wand to the discarded cleaning products and set them to working on the toilets and mopping the floor.

\"That is so unfair. Snape let you keep your wand?\"

\"No, Snape has Goyle\'s wand. I let me keep my wand,\" Draco admitted.

\"You\'re terrible.\"

\"Incorrigible,\" Draco said as he slipped Harry\'s peach length from his white underpants. \"Remind me to get you some boxers, Potter, these are terrible. No one wears white underpants like this past the age of 10.\"

Harry was about to protest that he didn\'t exactly have the necessity for an elite undergarment wardrobe when Draco slipped his length into his mouth and sucked him intensely. Draco had never given a blowjob before, but he\'d received them. He knew about swirling the tongue about and pulling as deeply as he could. He even remembered to encircle the base of Harry\'s erection with his thumb and forefinger and he twisted it gently.

The room was alive with the sounds of cleaning and scrubbing, but just above the din was the quiet slurping sounds of Draco Malfoy sucking assertively at Harry Potter\'s erection. His grey eyes kept flicking over to the sight of it in the mirror. His own mouth hollowed out as he drew back and puffed as he slid in. Harry was hunched over him, pressing his hands into the blond boy\'s shoulders as his hips started to move generously with the rhythm. It was hard to keep from gagging and sputtering and now and then he\'d have to break by pulling himself out of Harry\'s reach and swirl his tongue over the head.

Harry marveled at the different textures his tongue versus the roof of his mouth and then his cheeks and teeth added to the mix. The silken warmth of the boy\'s cavity thrilled him, drove the Gryffindor mad with pleasured desire and the sight of the blond in such a submissive position made his own body start to quake. Less aware of his own body\'s habits, Harry didn\'t give ample warning to Draco about his release. But Draco was a bit more attuned to sex in general and properly interpreted the signs. Though he ended up drooling a bit of the release out of the corners of his mouth, he quickly sucked it back in and smiled up at Harry briefly before the Gryffindor moved down to his knees in front of him.

Again they shared a rather lusty and inspired kiss, this time sharing their tastes with one another as they wrapped their arms tightly around the other. It took a while for them to notice that the room had gone silent. The brooms and mops and sponges were back in place and the room no longer smelled of sex but of disinfectant and candle wax. There was quiet but for the smacking kisses that slowed and tapered off from the afterglow snogging.

\"Malfoy?\"

\"I\'ve had my dick in your mouth, you may call me Draco.\"

\"Draco?\"

\"Yes?\"

\"Why do we keep doing this?\" Harry asked.

\"Because you\'re gay.\"

\"And you are?\"

\"Horny,\" Draco answered.

\"Oh.\"

Draco kissed Harry\'s lips gently one more time and then his forehead as he stood and then bent down to put his wand into his sock.

\"I don\'t think I\'m really gay, Draco.\"

\"Then next time, don\'t suck my cock?\"

\"Well if you suck my cock and you\'re not gay....\"

\"I don\'t think you\'re a pervert, Potter. I\'ve been to all of the meetings and you\'re never there,\" Draco said.

\"You know, you\'ve had my dick in your mouth, you can call me Harry.\"

\"I don\'t think you\'re a pervert, HARRY. I\'ve been to all of the meetings and you\'re never there.\"

Harry rolled his eyes and Draco sighed. \"So what does this all mean?\" Harry asked.

\"It means I\'m tired, the detention\'s over, and I\'m going to bed.\"

\"Do you like me, Draco?\"

Draco had started to walk towards the door, but stopped dead in his tracks for a moment and looked at the ceiling. \"I suppose I might,\" he said, and then turned his head to look at him over his shoulder and winked at him. Then he turned back to the door and swung it open.

\"Don\'t you want to know if I like you?\" Harry called out.

Turning around again to lean lazily in the doorway, Malfoy crooned, \"You\'re mine and you know it. Goodnight.\" And with that he let the door close, only barely hearing Harry\'s response.

\"Pfft.\"