It\'s Just Hormones... right?

Chapter Title: Chapter 3 - Fantasy Come To Life
Word Count: 3424
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17 (please observe age restrictions in your country)
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content
Summary: Harry and Draco are 16 year old boys, and we all know how wonderful hormones can be at that age. Things heat up between them when a chance encounter in the hall leaves Harry wondering about his rival
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry, Draco or anything else belonging to the great J.K. Rowling. No offence is intended in my stories, just having a bit of fun ^_^
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Chapter 3 – Fantasy Come To Life


*The feeling of slim, pale fingers caressing, two hard, lithe bodies writhing and grinding in time, a cold sensual voice whispering, filling his mind, promising delights he had yet to experience. It didn\'t matter what it was, but it promised to be pleasurable...*

Harry woke squirming in bed, twisted in his soft cotton sheets now drenched in his sweat. His boxers were pulling tight at the crotch, but he refused to acknowledge the unpleasant (when had he begun to think of it as unpleasant?) tingle. Harry rubbed violently at his eyes with the heal of his palm, trying to banish not only the sleep, but the dream from his mind. The dreams always used to be indistinct, just a suggestion of his inexperienced mind as to what would give him pleasure. But now the ghostly hands had grown slim and smooth, gripping his shoulders. He could feel a strong body pressing against him. There was a vision of blonde hair... his hard reminder of the dream jumped, calling his attention to it. He shoved his fist down on it, relieving some of the pressure but also causing a sharp moan to escape his lips. He snatched his hand away, inwardly berating himself. This was NOT a pleasant way to wake up!

Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed, mashing at his eyes. Ron was barely beginning to wake, yawning noisily and scratching his stomach before rolling over and burying his face in the pillow, warding off the morning light. Harry quickly got up, ignoring the throbbing in his lap to quickly pull his pants on and throw a shirt over his head. He walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and douse himself in deodorant. He decided to forgo the shower today, knowing it would just surface the thoughts he had been trying all week to stomp down, instead heading down to breakfast.

It had been a week now since his encounter with Malfoy in the hallway, and the slimy little git was haunting his dreams. Not to mention his waking thoughts. The ache in his groin was beginning to get out of control, and the idea that thinking of... Malfoy *shudder* could make him horny disgusted him beyond belief. But if he was honest with himself, and he really didn\'t want to be in this case, Malfoy was the closest thing he had to a “sexual” experience. Even if it was forced, and with his most hated rival. It has to be the hormones, he thought. That was it, that and all the stress he had been under lately with OWLs and Quidditch and breaking it off with Cho and... wait that had been almost a year ago. He shook his head, now I\'m making excuses. This was getting ridiculous. He had to gain control over his body and mind before he exploded!

Harry slowed his gait, noticing how empty the halls were. He hadn\'t passed a single student since he had left his rooms. Thinking hard he remembered that today was Saturday. Most of the students were probably still sleeping in. Harry almost sagged against the wall in relief. When had he lost track of the days? But no classes meant no Malfoy, at least not in a close proximity. Not where he would end up glancing at him every five minutes to see him already looking his way, feel that penetrating gaze sear his soul, reading his mind. As if he knew that he couldn\'t forget that day in the hall. The feeling of his body trapped between the cold stone wall and Malfoy\'s warm length. Watching the emotions play across his face, breaking out of the normal cold mask that was always in place. Knowing that it had been he, Harry, who had been the cause of that reaction in the ice prince. Caused him to grind against him almost uncontrollably, breathing quickened, eyes widened in what he was sure was passion.

Harry was still leaning against the wall, lost in his thoughts as his hand trailed down his body to press down on his painfully hard length. His fingers traced the shape from outside his pants, palming the bulge and causing a delightful shiver to course through his veins. He was already able to feel the slight wetness seeping through his trousers and he ran the pad of his thumb over it, delighting in the cool slickness. He was lost already and he knew it. There was no way his body would allow him to ignore it\'s needs any longer. Harry moved along the wall slowly, trying to walk on steady legs till he found an alcove mostly hidden by a large statue and stepped out of the sight of any students that may pass by. He would be able to hear their footfalls echoing down the corridor long before they came within sight. After casting a quick glance either way he leaned against the cool stone and lost himself to feeling.

His mind had continued it\'s course, not caring any longer where the stimulation was coming from. He continued the assault from Malfoy in his mind, imagining what could have happened if they hadn\'t been interrupted. How would it feel if it were him now unclasping his belt and top button, sliding his hand down against his skin to feel the curly mass of dark hair that topped his erection? Harry pressed himself against the wall much like he had been that day, imagining he could feel a warm body trapping him there, fingers digging into his shoulder, warm unsteady breath covering his skin. Harry closed his eyes, last conscious thought before allowing his imagination to take flight being, I hate you Malfoy.

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Draco Malfoy stalked from his room in the Slytherin dungeon, growling at anyone awake and stupid enough to cross his path, murderous eyes causing first years to run almost crying from the sight. He wasn\'t actively trying to cause fright in the smaller students, but was grateful that they didn\'t bother him. He pushed past his faithful lackeys, actually awake at this hour, practically ordering them with his eyes not to bother him today. Crabbe and Goyle knew that look all to well recently. Draco had been quite moody as of late, and the two had no intention of turning his ire upon themselves. They turned back to the game of exploding snaps, simple minds having already forgotten their upset comrade.

As Draco left the Slytherin common room, practically slamming the portrait shut behind him and earning a reproachful reprimand, he stalked down the corridor fuming. He hated Harry Potter. Hated him, hated him HATED HIM! And yet, he couldn\'t get the image of him pressed against the wall, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over, chest practically heaving... Draco shook his head, willing the image out of his tortured mind. He began a mantra in his head, degrading himself for such thoughts. Unacceptable... disgusting... pitiful... depraved... delicious... sensuous... WRONG! Draco stopped in the middle of the hall, hitting his forehead and muttering out loud, “Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!!”

Last night he had finally given in to Pansy\'s continuous attentions, allowing her to have her way with him figuring that it would help to clear his mind. She threw herself at him, covering him with her body and moving against him wantonly. He had never really been attracted to Pansy, her snout a bit to piggish for his taste. But he closed his eyes and allowed her to touch him, kiss him, do what she willed. Yet his mind wouldn\'t cooperate. His thoughts kept going back to the day in the hall, finding himself unable to keep Potter from his mind. The corresponding hard on he acquired gave Pansy the idea she was doing something right and she doubled her efforts, nipping at Draco\'s neck, pressing her hips into his, giving him everything she thought he wanted. When he pushed her away roughly and stalked back to the boys dorm he knew he had hurt her, but honestly didn\'t care. The wench was too wanton, too needy, too willing and not... not...

Draco continued his stalking, trying to understand exactly what was going on in his mind. If it were hormones, Pansy\'s willing body would have been the perfect outlet for such things. He could have used her and tossed her aside with no regrets. And yet he hadn\'t. He pondered this as he made his way to the Great Hall, comparing his two most recent sexual encounters. Maybe it had been her willingness. She had all but torn her clothes off for him. While Harry had fought against him, trying to escape his embrace, disgust written all over his face. Draco didn\'t really think of himself as a sadistic person. Sure he enjoyed causing pain and suffering to those he hated, who didn\'t? But it never really turned him on before. Maybe that was the answer though. Maybe through Harry\'s obvious suffering he had become aroused, wanting to cause more harm to the boy, needing to humiliate him further. It kind of made sense considering his background.

He came around a corner still pondering this when he was brought from his silent musing by the whisper of his surname. He stopped, looking around assuming his minions had decided to follow him. Or Pansy was looking for him to finish what she had started last night. He waited, listening quietly for the tell tale footsteps. There, there it was again. A soft whisper of Malfoy barely noticeable in the silent empty corridor. It was coming from ahead he thought. Maybe someone was talking about him nearby not wanting anyone to hear them. He again thought of Pansy, telling someone that she had shagged him last night, or perhaps how he had pushed her away. He walked forward on silent feet, listening for the whisper again. Funny how he didn\'t hear any talking. But there, closer now, just the name followed by a soft moan. What the hell was going on? He moved quicker now, silent as a wraith toward the voice.

He moved to a small indent in the wall shadowed by a statue with a large ceiling to floor tapestry next to it. Deep in the shadows he saw a slight movement. He almost went directly into the small space to demand why his name was being called when he heard the whisper again, this time stronger and full of some emotion he recognized. The movement in the niche became more noticeable and Draco moved closer. Obviously whoever was in there was looking for privacy and didn\'t want to be disturbed. But the sound of his name caused the curiosity to overwhelm him. He moved up next to the tapestry and quickly ducked behind it figuring he probably wouldn\'t be visible to whoever was inside, and if they did see him they would probably think him part of the statue. He peeked out from behind the musty cloth straining his eyes to see into the dark alcove. His eyes finally grew accustomed to the shadows, and what he saw caused his mouth to gape open and his breath to leave his lungs in a rush as if he had just been punched in the gut.

It was Harry Potter, the object of his recent obsession (was it really an obsession?), standing in the alcove with his pants halfway unzipped, his hand grasping his cock pumping away with an abandon previously unseen in the normally controlled boy. Draco was shocked to the very core of his being watching the eyes behind the glasses closed tight in pleasure, the dark lashes brushing against the flushed skin of his cheeks. The pinkness of Potter\'s tongue barely noticeable in the darkness quickly darted out to lick his full lips, wetting them to a sheen before gasping and biting the lower skin between perfect white teeth. Draco\'s tongue acted of it\'s own accord darting out as well to wet his own dry lips, totally aware of the sudden surge in his groin. He wanted to turn away, to admit it was disgusting and humiliate Potter for wanking in public. But he instead watched, hand moving unbidden to caress his now hard length through the fabric, unable to look away as Potter began mouthing something. He was saying something to himself silently, the darkness concealing the words as his hips began to buck against his fist. Draco leaned closer, wanting to make out what was being said by those slick lips when he heard the whisper again.

“Malfoy,” came the almost silently whispered protest directly from Potter\'s mouth. “Malfoy, gods I hate you. Fucking hate you Malfoy. Ohh shit yesss,” he hissed to himself, gasping and biting his lip hard as the object of his fantasy stood mere yards away, jaw hitting the floor, now painful erection straining through his pants, jumping and struggling for attention. This was probably the most erotic thing Draco had ever seen. His rival, bane of his existence, hated enemy of his family, whispering his name between clenched teeth in heated passion.

Draco lost his sanity completely. He didn\'t think about the consequences as he moved from behind the tapestry and slid into the alcove with barely a sound. Potter obviously felt a presence because his eyes flew open and his hand jerked from his cock before he even saw who it was who stood before him.

“Thinking of me, Potter?” Draco drawled. A gasp escaped from Potter\'s lips before he was once again shoved hard against the wall.

“Malfoy,” came the strangled response, “what are you... uhnh,” Draco wasted no time with subtle seduction. He slammed his hips into Potter\'s, grinding hard and fast. The boy groaned softly and his hips began to buck. Potter whispered, “Not only do you molest people in the halls, but now you\'re a voyeur? How long were you standing there you pervert?” He actually had the presence of mind to look Draco directly in the eyes, even if his own were glazed over with something akin to lust.

“Long enough to know you want this,” Draco replied hoarsely. He reached between them to unclasp his own pants and let free his throbbing member, pressing it hard against Potter\'s already exposed skin. The feeling of their heated skin pushed together was so intense that both boys gasped and arched closer. Draco grabbed the brunette\'s hips, dragging him against his own length and grinding in a show of exactly how long he had been watching.

Potter\'s eyes rolled back and a low moan made it\'s way up his throat. “nnnguh... don\'t touch me... you filthy... bastard,” he whispered through small gasps and tight lips, his actions belying his words as his hands came forward to grasp at Draco\'s small waist. His fingers were biting hard at the slim frame and Draco thought absently that there were sure to be bruises later.

“Shut up Potter,” Draco whispered heatedly just before their grinding found a rhythm that had both boys shuddering and moaning. The wetness of their combined sex was making them slick causing them to slide together easier, creating an intense feeling as they slid up and down across each other. Draco looked up into the eyes of the Gryffindor, green and bright in their passion and hatred. Seeing the raw emotions crossing the open face was almost too much. Thrusting up against Potter he quickened the pace, still watching the shadow darkened face. Potter\'s mouth opened as if to say something but only made a quiet keening noise, eyes saying something he couldn\'t. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, reddened from his teeth. Draco, already having thrown caution to the wind, bent down and took that lower lip into his mouth. It tasted minty and slightly metallic from the small wound he had caused from his biting. Running his tongue across the abrasion caused the other boy to gasp and press wantonly against him. Seemed he liked a little pain with his pleasure. Draco bit down on the already tender skin, feeling the warm minty breath increase on his face and a moan vibrating in his chest.

Their movements increased, erections crashing together in wild abandon, hips slamming together, moans becoming more pronounced despite their attempt to be quiet. The small hushed sounds issued by Potter were pushing him deeper into his insanity and Draco felt his body begin to jerk in a fit of pleasure. His eyes closed tightly and he threw his head back in a low groan, trying to absorb his body into the one in front of him. The intensity was becoming too much to handle and he was shivering, sweating from the combined movement and proximity of Potter. He knew he was coming close to climax. His stomach churned and bubbled and the tips of his fingers clenched at the smooth skin underneath them, vaguely noticing how the pants had slid further down Potter\'s hips to reveal a smooth, rounded posterior. He reached back and grabbed at the fleshy mounds, causing a small cry of pleasure from the dark haired boy. He focused on his eyes yet again, seeing the climax ready to burst from his rival as well. His mouth opened yet again in an attempt to say something, but instead his head fell back slightly exposing his slim corded neck. Draco, feeling his climax almost upon him, pounded himself into the other boy and leaned forward to capture the sweat slicked skin between his teeth. The small cry issuing from Potter was enough to push him over the edge. He cried out against the skin, muffling the sound as best he could feeling his seed spurt out in white hot pleasure. Not a second later felt Potter also jerking against against him, muffling the sound of his own orgasm against the back of his hand. They came together falling into the spiraling black abyss that was pleasure, feeling wave after wave pound them senseless until finally it broke over them leaving them shivering in its wake. They moved together a moment longer, drawing out the last of their climax as long as possible and finally collapsed against each other in sweat soaked sedation. Their combined seed stained the front of their shirts and dripped down their pants to land with a small plop on the floor.

The sound of Potters labored breathing finally brought Draco back to his senses. He opened his eyes slowly realizing what he had done. He moved away from the warm body supporting his weight to look at the flushed, sweating face of his partner in this little travesty. His eyes were closed, relaxed into a calm serenity. Those red swollen lips were parted again, moving as if to say something, and this time words actually came out.

“I... I hate... you, Malfoy. I hate you, you sick perverted fuck. Don\'t ever, ever touch me like that again.” The bright green eyes came open slowly, revealing what the lustful, hateful glaze had hidden. Fear, disgust, turmoil, all swimming together with confusion and something else unidentifiable. Potter stood straighter, using the wall as a bracer and pulled his pants up. He looked down to fasten the button and buckle the hanging belt around his waist, taking a moment to mutter a spell removing the mess from his clothes.

Draco was almost amused with this outburst. Of course he hated him, why would that change with a session of mutual hormone induced humping? He almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of it all. He reached down and fastened his pants as well. When he looked up he was gazing into the liquid emerald eyes, a glint of light illuminating them, and recognized the emotion left over. It was need. Before he could think about what this meant a strong hand pulled his head closer and firm, soft lips pressed against his.

Before he was able to react the kiss was ended as abruptly as it had started. Lips still mere inches from his own Potter whispered, “Never again,” and moved so suddenly away from him that he almost staggered against the wall for support. He looked dumbfounded at the retreating back. That kiss had held the promise of things to come, things that only he could deliver.

Draco grinned to himself and moved to clean the evidence from his clothes, stepping from the alcove and walking in the opposite direction thinking to himself, We\'ll see Potter. We\'ll see...
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AUTHORS NOTE: I don\'t have sort of tester for these stories to tell me what I have done wrong or correct punctuation or whatever so this comes directly from my mind, spellchecked and reread by only me, to you. If I have anything grammatically wrong with my story that just bugs the shit out of you, let me know so I can go back and corrent it. Thanks for reading!