Incurably Criminal

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"I can't believe you fucked him!" Ron exclaimed. They were sitting in History, probably the most boring class ever with Professor Binns, who was so old, students referred to him as the walking dead.

"I said I would, I don't know why you're so shocked," Harry whispered back, while pretending to take notes.

"But he's evil!"

"Look around Ron, everyone here is evil; we got to a school for the incurably criminal."

Ron huffed, still upset that his friend would sleep with someone who insulted him. The fact of the matter was, it had been several days since Draco and Harry had shagged and Harry was wanting more.

Draco had made no sign that they had done anything and Harry was starting to wonder if maybe he'd imagined it. Draco had been seen around the school, sneaking off with random guys to abandoned classrooms and deserted closets. Harry felt a twinge of jealousy every time he heard one of these stories.

He didn't know why he felt this way. Draco, it turned out, did not like Harry and they rarely got along. They fought constantly about everything. Draco was always talking to some guy named Blaise on the phone and Harry started to wonder if this was a boyfriend.

That night, Harry came to the dorm to find Draco once again talking to Blaise. He hung up shortly after Harry entered. He got up from his bed and sneaked quietly up behind Harry. Harry turned around and found himself face to face with Draco.

Draco was smirking and he slid his arms around Harry's waist. Harry eyed him suspiciously. He had not shown any sign of recognition of the previous time before.

"What are you doing?" he asked shrewdly. Draco leaned in and nibbled Harry's earlobe. Harry's eyes fluttered closed. Draco moved from the earlobe to his neck. His hands slipped under Harry's shirt. They rubbed against Harry's skin. Harry's breath caught as he felt Draco's erection pressing into his own.

"What does it look like?" he whispered in his ear, his hot breath washing over Harry's ear. Harry swallowed thickly and looked at Draco through lust-glazed eyes.

Draco pushed him against the wall and stripped off his shirt. He attacked the exposed flesh with his mouth, tongue swirling all around the tanned flesh, while struggling to remove Harry's pants. He finally got them undone and shoved them to the floor. Harry stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. Draco reached down and quite easily removed his own.

His sharp tongue continued to tease Harry, circling his hard nipples, nipping at the hardened flesh. Harry groaned, his head rolling back against the wall. His hands were in Draco's hair, tugging on the short, blond strands. He moved further down Harry's body, his tongue licking a wet, hot trail down his stomach, over his defined abs and to the base of his throbbing cock.

He placed a kiss at the base of it, hearing Harry's moans of pleasure. He glanced up and smirked evilly. Harry was far too gone already to notice. His hands skimmed up Harry's thighs and to his hips, his fingernails digging into the flesh there.

Harry gasped as the nails pressed deeper into his skin. Draco licked a thick trail over Harry's member, sliding it over the head and tasting the salty, bitter taste of the pre-cum there. He flicked his tongue over Harry's cock then pressed it harder over it. Above him, Harry let out a low moan as Draco teased him wickedly with his tongue.

Finally, Draco opened his mouth and practically swallowed Harry's throbbing hardness. Harry gave a strangled cry as his cock was engulfed by a hot, wet mouth. Draco's tongue lashed wickedly at the underside of Harry's member. He slid the hard cock out of his mouth then slid his lips over it once more, fitting it further into his mouth.

Harry gave a sharp cry when Draco's teeth scraped ever so lightly over his member. His grip in Draco's hair tightened, tugging the blond locks almost painfully. Draco grimaced slightly but ignored the pain and his own throbbing cock in his lap, begging for some attention.

He slid a hand away from where it had been grasping Harry's hip down to grasp his own leaking cock. He pumped it in time with his mouth as he moved over Harry's cock, sucking on it ravenously. He used his own pre-cum as a lubricant, slipping over the pulsing cock. He stroked it roughly, needing release.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry gasped above him. "Yo--you-- fuck!" He couldn't complete his sentence as Draco's tongue lapped at his erection and sucked hard, bringing Harry to a blinding climax. He shot down Draco's throat, Draco lapping up the thick, white liquid. Draco palmed himself furiously, giving one last harsh stroke and coming hard. He let go of Harry's softened erection as he gasped for breath, his body arching involuntarily forward as he rode out the last of his climax.

He took a moment to regain himself then pushed himself off the ground, turning around from where Harry stood leaning against the wall, panting heavily. He walked over to his desk, sat down casually and started writing a paper for English.

Harry stared at him, so very confused. What was going on? What kind of a relationship did they have exactly? Draco didn't look at Harry, he just wrote his essay in silence. Harry walked across the room and sunk onto his bed, thinking. Finally, he spoke up.

"What are we doing?" he asked. Draco looked up from his paper.

"What are you on about, Potter?" he asked maliciously.

Harry scowled. "You know exactly what the hell I'm on about, so don't pretend you don't."

To his surprise, Draco smirked evilly at him. "You're smarter than I thought, Potter." Harry scowled again. "It's simple. You wanted to have sex, we did. I wanted something, I got it. There's nothing too difficult about that is there?"

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. He didn't understand Draco at all. Most people wouldn't go for casual sex. Apparently Draco did.

"Fine," he said nonchalantly. "Do whatever you want."

"I will, thanks," Draco drawled, not looking at him, his attention focused on his essay. Harry studied him for a moment. He found Draco odd yet intriguing. No one he had ever met had made him want to go after them again.

He watched as Draco wrote his essay, pausing every now and then to scratch out a sentence. Harry wondered what was in Draco's head. He hardly ever spoke to him, not like a real conversation anyway. He had a sudden thought though.

"Who's that Peter guy you always talk about?" Harry asked suddenly, remembering hearing his name several time in Draco's phone conversations, each time followed by sycophantic laughter on both ends of the phone.

"Ha-ha, Peter," Draco laughed as he always did when the name was mentioned. "He was my... fifth? No, sixth principal’s son. I hated that school and I hated the principal. So I got them back," he said, an evil grin on his face at the memory.

"What exactly did you do?" Harry asked cautiously, not exactly liking the way the story was going.

"I seduced poor little Peter and conveniently, his father found us in a very compromising position on his desk, no less, during school hours. Ah, that was a great moment." Draco sighed happily and he got a far away look in his eyes. He snapped back a moment later though. "Why?" he asked suspiciously. Harry shrugged.

Draco studied him for a second, but seemed to decide it was alright and turned back to his homework. Harry pondered what he'd just learned. He wondered if Draco was always that vicious when it came to revenge.

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For the next couple weeks, Harry and Draco had very little interaction except to snipe at each other. Ron was still a little upset that Harry had slept with him and even more so when he told him about the second time.

"Harry! He's evil!" Ron whined. Harry rolled his eyes.

"He's fine, Ron. Besides, it probably won't happen again."

"But Harry," Ron said, looking at him pleadingly. "Why do you want to fuck him?"

"Why not?" Harry replied incredulously. "Have you looked at him lately? He's got the hottest ass..."

Ron rolled his eyes at his friend who only grinned and poked him in the ribs. "You're just jealous 'cause I got him first."

"What?!" Ron exclaimed, pretending to be disgusted. "I wouldn't sleep with him for all the diamonds in the world."

"You are so queer," Harry said, smirking at him. Ron scowled at him then gave it up and just shrugged.

"Well, I still wouldn't do it. I'm not in to the whole 'fuck a guy who isn't even decent to me' thing," he said scathingly.

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, but he gives the best blow jobs."

Ron rolled his eyes again and pushed Harry playfully. Harry merely raised his eyebrows suggestively at Ron and they went back to doing their homework.

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That weekend, Harry and Ron snuck out again to go to the club where they met Seamus and Dean. Harry was feeling ancy, so he grabbed Seamus and headed for the dance floor.

Soon they were absorbed into the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Harry and Seamus danced around wildly, not caring at people staring, though if they were staring it was only to admire both boys’ as they grinded together in a friendly dance. They had been dancing for a while when Harry noticed a platinum blond head over by the bar. He turned Seamus over to Ron and made his way over to where Draco stood.

Draco's silver eyes roamed over the crowd, searching for a hot body. He didn't notice the raven-haired youth who slipped in beside him.

"Enjoying yourself?" came a voice from his left. Draco glanced over and saw Harry. He internally groaned. He'd been hoping for a night where he didn't spend it thinking about the green-eyed boy. He turned reluctantly to Harry.

"It's alright," he drawled, bored with the proceedings. Harry smirked at him, glancing out over the dance floor. Bodies wound together in a seductive and sweaty dance, looking like a writhing entity. The colored lights flashed over the glistening bodies. He turned back to Draco who was looking sour.

"Wanna meet my friends?" he asked. Draco's lip curled in reluctance and dislike.

"Do I have to?" he asked.

"Yup," Harry nodded and dragged him over to the table. Ron and Seamus had rejoined Dean and now sat sipping their drinks. They all looked up as Harry approached with Draco. Ron scowled at him.

"Seamus, Dean, this is Draco, my roommate."

Seamus eyed Draco appreciatively and Dean merely nodded. Being straight, he had no interest in guys. Draco looked bored and as though he wanted to leave.

"Nice to meet you," he drawled disinterestedly. He just wanted to get out of there. All he had wanted was some random trick to take out his frustrations on. Then Potter had had to show up and ruin it all.

"Your parents own the diamond shops, right?" Dean asked when no one seemed to continue the conversation. Draco shrugged, his eyes wandering over to where the door was in the corner, looking so inviting.

He turned back to Harry who was leaning casually against the back of Ron's chair. Ron still hadn't lost his scowl as he watched Draco.

"Well, thanks for this, Potter, but I'm going to leave," he drawled, just wanting to get out of there.

Ron had no qualms with this and was eager to see him go. "Then get the hell out."

Draco's only response was a scathing look before he turned and waded through the grinding bodies on the dance floor and to the door.

Harry gave Ron a dirty look and followed Draco outside. It took a while to push his way through the crowd, getting his ass squeezed many a time on his way out. He finally reached the door and shoved it open. The cold November air hit him as he left the club. It was a nice change to the hot inside. He looked around and saw Draco lighting a cigarette on the corner.

Harry walked up to him and Draco glanced at him, but didn't say anything. He raised the cigarette to his mouth and took a long drag, breathing out and a stream of grey smoke issued from his mouth, floating up and dissolving into the air.

"Ron's an ass," Harry offered. Draco still didn't say anything. Harry paused, looking at Draco closely, wondering what was going on. He reached out tentatively and touched his arm. Draco looked at his hand and then at Harry.

He looked at his cigarette for a bout two seconds before tossing it to the ground and putting it out. Before Harry had time to react, he had been pushed roughly against the wall of the building. Harry gave him a questioning look as Draco's hands fumbled with the belt buckle on Harry's jeans.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked. Draco looked up, an odd glint in his eyes. His mouth curled into a smirk and he leaned in close to Harry's ear.

"One question, Potter," he whispered, flicking his tongue over the shell of Harry's ear, causing him to shiver. "Do you want me?"

He moved back to look in Harry's eyes, his own glittering maliciously in the light from the streetlamp above them. Harry looked at Draco and saw the glint in the eyes again, sending a sudden rush of blood to his rapidly hardening member.

"God, yes," he gasped, feeling his cock growing harder by the second. Draco must have noticed as well as he slid a hand down and pressed the heel of his palm into the crotch of Harry's pants. Harry hissed as Draco pressed harder, clearly enjoying his game.

"Good," he replied simply. He ran his tongue down Harry's ear, pressing a light kiss to just below his ear before scraping his teeth over the sensitive patch of skin. He heard Harry moan and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He flipped Harry around, pressing him into the cold metal of the building. Harry gasped as Draco pulled down his pants roughly, exposing his skin to the cold air. He felt Draco's mouth trailing kisses over his shoulders and down his spine. He groaned as Draco's tongue lapped at the dip on his lower back. He felt Draco's teeth nip at the tight skin, soothing the spot with his tongue later on.

His breath caught in his throat as he felt Draco's probing tongue sliding down further on his body to flick over his opening. He pushed himself back at Draco, wanting more, but Draco simply reached up and grabbed his hips, pushing him forcefully back against the building.

Harry whimpered as his hips were immobilized. He felt Draco's hot tongue probing his tight entrance, thrusting in, coating it in thick, wet saliva. Harry groaned and closed his eyes as the tongue suddenly plunged deep inside the hole. Draco's tongue thrust deep in Harry's entrance, pushing slightly at the thick ring of muscles entrenched there.

"Oh, fuck," Harry cursed as Draco shoved his tongue relentlessly into his body. He tried to twist his body to see Draco but was unable to given that Draco was still holding his hips tightly against the wall. This also prevented him from touching himself. He desperately needed release but Draco wasn't granting it.

He felt Draco's tongue give a lash to his entrance one last time then leave his body altogether. Harry let out a noise of distress as the warm, wet tongue left his body. He could feel Draco's hands shifting on his body but couldn't see anything.

Quite suddenly, he felt Draco's presence behind him and Draco's very erect cock rubbing against the cleft of his ass. He heard Draco groan softly as he rubbed harder against Harry. His hands were still on Harry's hips, keeping him flush against the wall as he pressed himself harder against him.

Harry felt something slippery and kind of wet and knew that Draco was applying lube to his own cock. He heard Draco moan softly behind him and Harry's cock strained harder against the cold metal in front of him. Draco finally loosened his grip on Harry's hips as he pressed a finger into Harry's already saliva-covered entrance. Harry moaned as the digit was impaled into his body, shoving through the tight muscles and brushing softly against his prostate.

One more finger was added and scissored to stretch him as much as possible in preparation. Finally, he slid out the fingers, replacing them with his pulsating member that jumped as Harry moaned loudly, wanting Draco inside him at that very moment. Draco quickly rolled a condom over his cock then placed it at Harry's entrance.

He pushed it in slowly then, upon seeing that Harry was fine with the intrusion, albeit his breathing was more ragged, Draco pushed in hard, Harry's muscles engulfing to the hilt.

"Fuck!" Harry cried out as Draco became fully sheathed in his body. Draco stopped for a moment to gain his bearings, his breathing harsh and ragged as he stood behind Harry, his cock buried in the tight body. Harry could feel the hot breath on his neck as it came in gasps.

Draco slid out of Harry's body then slammed back in unforgivingly. He moved fast, thrusting in as fast as he could go without completely losing himself. Harry cried out, partially in pain and partially not as Draco pounded into his body, his cock sliding in and out of his body in a beautiful rhythm.

Draco grabbed Harry's hips again, slamming his cock back into the gorgeous body beneath his. Harry's gasps were sharp as Draco continued to pound his body mercilessly. He could feel Draco's ascent to his climax as the thrust harder into his body.

"Ohhhhh!" Harry cried into the night as Draco came hard and fast inside him, filling him with his seed. Draco clenched his teeth to keep from crying out as Harry's muscles clamped down on his cock, signaling that Harry had also cum, not being able to control himself. Draco gave a few lasts thrusts until he was completely spent.

He leaned against Harry's back, his hot breath coming in pants on Harry's neck as they stood there, bathed in the glow from the yellow streetlamp above. Not long after, Draco pushed himself upright with what little strength he had. He pulled himself out of Harry, noting the wince as he did so.

He reached down and pulled up his pants. He stepped back from Harry and lit a cigarette. His silver eyes, darkened by the night, sparkled devilishly, and he disappeared into the night before Harry had a chance to wrap his mind around what had even happened.

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A/N: yes, it is sudden, but I wanted it that way for other reasons. No, not everyone is gay in this fic, that's just too unbelievable.

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