The Erotic Adventures of Potter And Malfoy

Chapter 3

Harry almost fell over as he ran up towards Gryffindor Tower. People gaped in surprise as he ran past them, up to his dormitory. He stopped at the Fat Lady and gasped the password.
“Walnut Whip.” The Fat Lady smiled a knowing smile at him. Harry scowled and flashed through the Common Room to the surprise of the Gryffindors and the annoyance of the Creevey brothers, who he accidentally sent flying when they tried to stop him going up to his dorm.

Harry lay on his four-poster, staring blankly up at the red-velvet hangings, trying to make sense of what had happened. Had he been slipped some nasty Sleeping Draught by someone and had had a highly odd dream, or was it actually true? Had is actually happened? He licked his lips, remembering what Malfoy tasted like when he’d kissed him. Yes, he remembered those sensations. Malfoy’s tongue brushing against his, those lips tasting slightly of pumpkin juice meeting so skilfully with his. Malfoy’s hands, pushing him backwards. The tension in Malfoy’s thigh as he’d straddled Harry and kissed him again. Malfoy’s erection, grinding into his thigh whenever he’d leaned forward. Malfoy, taking Harry’s hard cock in his hand.

Harry stifled a moan and stroked his chest slowly through his robes, moving downwards. He could feel himself hardening rapidly and unfastened his r, on, one handed, while the other one crept almost clumsily underneath. Harry pushed his robe off his hips and stomach and turned his full attention to his arousal. Stroking his balls slowly, he started to move his hands, feeling around the head and caressing his perineum and thighs. Harry curled his fist around his cock, moving it faster, squeezing him balls and pressing him head back into the pillow, gasping as he remembered what Malfoy had said to him.
“Really, Potter, it’s not only you that gets aroused by this idea.” Harry heard Malfoy’s sexy drawl again in his head and his hips bucked. He moaned, feeling himself close to the edge. Gritting his teeth in pleasure, Harry moved his hand faster, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge, gasping softly….

There was a sharp tapping on the window. Jolted out of reverie of Malfoy’s lips wrapped around him, Harry froze, his hand still clutching at his throbbing penis. Whatever it was tapped again. Harry sighed, wrapping his robes around himself and swung his legs off the bed. He peered through the window into the gathering darkness just as the thing tapped again. Jumping backwards, he opened the window hastily to let in the owl, which flew to the table with the water pitcher. An eagle owl that he knew from somewhere, its fierce eyes staring haughtily at Harry, a small scroll tied to its leg. Harry approached it, untied the scroll and the owl took off, flying through the open window and back to the Owlery.

Harry shrugged and took the scroll back to his four-poster, where he sat on the edge of the soft mattress and undid the green ribbon around the parchment. He unfolded it to see beautiful green copperplate, the ink shining softly in the candlelight.
Potter looked up at Malfoy who moaned and thrust his hips.
“Please, Potter, more. I need this, please. Oh god…” He moaned softly again and Potter pressed against him, stroking Malfoy’s skin with his fingertips.
Harry turned the note over and saw three words written in the same flowing writing.
Astronomy Tower, Midnight
The note was unsigned, but Harry had remembered who the owl belonged to, and besides, who elouldould send him a quote from his own book? He glanced at his watch; the new one Sirius had sent him for his birthday, and saw that it was only just 8:30pm. Harry folded the note again and tucked it under his pillow and set an Alarm Spell for half eleven, leaving himself plenty of time to avoid Filch and Mrs Norris get up to the Astronomy Tower. Harry fell into a light sleep, made even lighter by feverish fantasies about what exactly Draco was intending at midnight, in the darkness, on the top of the Astronomy Tower.

‘Twas the night before…er…Sunday
And all through Hogwarts
Not a creature was stirring….
Well, thought Harry, that’s inaccurate for a start. He bit down a quiet laugh and studied the Marauder’s map again. There wasn’t anyone near him, not even filch, who was marked in the dungeons. Harry kept to the shadows, even though he was wearing his Invisibility Cloak and only his soft footfalls and breathing showed he was there. He wearily climbed the stairs up to the Astronomy Tower, getting dizzy on the spiral, and his legs beginning to ache and then he was suddenly outside on the smooth flat top of the tallest Hogwarts tower. He stood for a moment to take in the view of the castle grounds, before turning his attention to more pressing matters. He scanned the moonlit tower carefully, looking in the shadows and checked his watch again. Oh, earlier than he’d thought, and he sat down his he back to the crenellation to wait.

A few minutes later he saw Malfoy coming in on his Nimbus 2001 and watched the lean body of the Slytherin and he pulled up to land smoothly on the roof. He saw Malfoy look around as he had just done and then mutter “So where is he?” to himself. Harry moved behind Malfoy silently and shrugged off his Invisibility cloak. He walked up behind Malfoy and ran a hand over the globes of hiss behind. Malfoy jumped, turned quickly, hooked a leg behind Harry’s ankle and pushed him down to the ground. Harry gasped at the sudden change in position, and Malfoy pushed himself up off Harry’s chest, letting some moonlight onto his face.
“Oh, it’s you.” He said and kissed him. Harry spluttered.
“Who else were you expecting?!” he gasped, when he finally managed to free his lips.
“Serves you right for creeping up on me, Potter. I should have known you would have tried to jump me. And after you so expressively denied it too. That’s naughty.” He bent to kiss Harry again, moving to his neck and nipping lightly at the skin. In spite of his indignation Harry moaned throatily at the feel of Malfoy’s teeth. He moved a hand to Malfoy’s back and began caressing him through his thick flying robes, stroking the edge of his shoulder blade and tracing the vertebrae of Malfoy’s spine down to his arse, which he squeezed. He could feel himself hardening again under Malfoy’s kiss and pressed up eagerly against Malfoy’s own rather hard cock. Malfoy moaned as well.
“You really are too eager, Potter.” He said, sitting back. He stood up and rummaged in the pocket of his robes, drawing out the Erotic Adventures with a grin that could only rightly be described as fucking evil. Harry propped himself up on his elbows and licked his lips. Malfoy opened the book at chapter two.

“You might recognise this bit,” he said \"Potter looked up at Malfoy who moaned and thrust his hips.
“Please, Potter, more. I need this, please. Oh god…” He moaned softly again and Potter pressed against him, stroking Malfoy’s skin with his fingertips.\" Harry gasped. What had sparked off fervent mental images in his head when he’d read the parchment sounded a hell of a lot better uttered in Malfoy’s sexy drawl. He shifted uncomfortably and sucked in his breath as his erection rubbed against the fabric of his trousers. Malfoy continued in the same low voice, the sound of it making the hair’s on the back of Harry’s neck stand up and prickle. \"Malfoy closed his eyes at the sensation Potter was giving him, the gentle movements of his mouth, the sensation making Malfoy’s head spin. He moaned softly again “Fucking Hell, Potter, you’re so fucking good….ah...\" Malfoy bit his lip. Malfoy saw Harry’s eyes closing as he ran a hand down his chest.
“Potter…” he croaked. Harry’s head snapped up and his eyes opened again, a flash of green meeting Malfoy’s own. “Did you read this bit?”
“No, I just flicked through this bit, and the bit where you were sucking on my scrotum later on caught my eye, so I started reading it from then.” Malfoy smiled at him.
“Come here, Potter.” He said softly. Harry walked towards him, his dark robes flowing out behind him in the slight wind. He reached Malfoy and wrapped his arms around the other boy, kissing him passionately. Malfoy slowly walked backwards, taking Harry with him, until they bumped into the crenellation again and slid to the floor, Harry on top this time. He undid Malfoy’s cloak unceremoniously, need paramount for the time being and fastened his mouth on Malfoy’s nipple. He arched and moaned under Harry’s touch and rubbed his own erection against Harry’s. Harry grasped Malfoy’s hand and moved it down to his cock, but Malfoy resisted and pulled his hand away. Frowning in slight confusion, Harry raised himself to gaze at Malfoy, who kissed him to reassure him and scrabbled for the fallen book on the roof. \"Malfoy moaned again as Potter took him into his mouth, deeper this time. Stroking his bollocks and fluttering his tongue along the underside as he bobbed his head quickly.\"

Harry bit his lip and Malfoy raised an eyebrow. Gasping softly with desire at the thought of Malfoy’s cock in his mouth, Harry resumed his ministrations on Malfoy’s nipple, before moving to the other one and repeating his movement there as well. He pushed Malfoy’s robes aside and unbuttoned his trousers, licking and kissing Malfoy’s stomach. He pushed down Malfoy’s trousers and boxers down, Malfoy raising himself off the floor to help. Harry nibbled lightly on Malfoy’s hipbone before taking his cock in two hands and beginning by stroking it softly. Watching Malfoy gasp and begin to moan softly with pleasure again, Harry bent his head and licked the tip lightly, working around the head and then took the tip of it into his mouth for a light suck. Malfoy, taken back by Harry’s eagerness, moaned loudly and arched his back, one hand moving to tangle in Harry’s hair. Harespresponded to Malfoy pushing down on his head and took more of Malfoy’s cock into his mouth, his lips stretched tightly, fighting against his gag reflex. He breathed through his nose and sucked carefully on Malfoy who bit his lip and hissed loudly. Malfoy started thrusting almost uncontrollably into Harry’s mouth and Harry helped by bobbing his head in time. He moved a hand to Malfoy’s balls and squeezed them gently; sucking harder and taking a deep breathe before taking Malfoy’s penis as far in as he could, almost to the hilt. He moaned softly at the feeling and the vibration caused Malfoy to thrash about, pushing Harry down on his cock and thrusting frantically before letting out a loud groan of sheer ecstasy and coming hard in Harry’s mouth. He didn’t let go of Harry’s head but kept pressing him down on his cock and Harry had no choice but to swallow of of Malfoy’s come, feeling it coat the back of his throat. Harry licked his lips, finding the taste not unpleasant. Malfoy stopped jerking and lay back panting hard.

“Fucking hell, Potter, have you done that before?”
“No, Malfoy, I haven’t, since you ask. I’ve merely thought about it a lot.”
Malfoy leaned over and kissed Harry again and then gathered his robes, fastening them up quickly.
“Where are you going?” Harry asked, his own cock aching from lack of touch. “What, you’re not going to reciprocate?” Harry pouted as Malfoy walked over and picked up his Nimbus. He mounted it, running his fingers suggestively over the hard wood.
“Reciprocate, Potter?” He said “Why no! That’s chapter three!” And he flew off, leaving a frustrated Harry to take care of himself once more.