Mmm Mmm Good

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Harry stared at the wall through which Draco had disappeared in complete and utter astonishment.

What the fuck was that? he thought.

He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Out of nowhere, Draco Malfoy had kissed him. He hadn’t thought Draco was even gay! Let alone that he would kiss him!

Harry turned haltingly from the wall and began to head back toward Gryffindor tower. He was too dazed to notice the figure that was now creeping behind him.

He walked all the way back to the Entrance Hall, deep in thoughts of Draco’s behavior. He didn’t know why it had happened. Since when was Draco Malfoy interested in him? Or was he even interested?

It seemed to Harry that Draco had done it on the spur of the moment, pushed by anger. There was no other explanation that Harry could think of.

He climbed the stairs from the dungeons and into the Entrance Hall. He pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and pulled it on before emerging into the dark Hall.

He moved slowly up the stairs, lost in thought, still failing to notice the dark shadow that crept after him. He trudged along, trying and failing to come up with a plausible reason for Draco’s behavior.

Maybe he likes me, he thought. No, that can’t be it. Why would he like me? Besides, I don’t even know if he’s gay. He didn’t tell me. I bet he’s trying to scare me. I hope I don’t wake up tomorrow and it’s all over the school.

Harry sighed, hoping that wouldn’t come true. It would be just what he needed.

He cut through a hidden door in the tapestries and climbed another narrow staircase leading to the fourth floor. Sometimes, he wished the tower was closer to the ground so he wouldn’t have to climb so far.

He was dreadfully tired, having spent his evening following Draco around the dungeons. He was still angry with the blond for leading him on a wild goose chase for an hour. It was an hour he could have spent sleeping. Instead, he had been forced to help someone he despised.

Well, despised wasn’t quite the word. Draco was more a mild annoyance nowadays. He still fought with Harry but it wasn’t to the degree it had once been. Now that Voldemort was gone, Draco had toned down quite a bit.

Harry sighed tiredly as he left a flight of stairs and started down a sixth floor corridor, making for the other staircase at the end of it that would lead him to the seventh floor and, finally, his dormitory. He hoped Hermione wasn’t sitting up, waiting for him.

She didn’t know where he went when he snuck away, but he knew she knew. She never mentioned anything, but she was often up when he would come back late at night.

Harry paused suddenly, listening closely. He thought he had heard the sound of soft footsteps coming up behind him. He turned around slowly, searching the darkness for any sight of someone.

He couldn’t see anything, though, so he turned back around, intending to go on. Then he heard it again; the sound of footfalls coming closer. He whipped around again, knowing he couldn’t be seen in his cloak.

Still, there was no one there. Harry was beginning to become paranoid. He turned around and made to take a step but didn’t get far.

In an instant, he was being pushed backwards rather forcefully until his back slammed into the cold, stone wall. He looked in front of him but could see no one.

“What the hell is—” he started but a sharp voice cut across him.

“Shut up,” it growled, the grip on Harry’s shoulders tightening almost painfully.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked angrily as he was pushed forcefully against the wall, the hands keeping a firm grip on his shoulders.

He could hear the heavy breath of his attacker. Though he couldn’t see anything, he could feel the labored breath fluttering over his cheek, and he could tell the person was close.

In an instant, Harry saw a flurry of movement but it was too sudden for him to recognize whoever it was. He didn’t have to wait long to find out, though.

Suddenly, one of the hands left his shoulders and he saw a hand reaching for the edge of his cloak. It was thrown back and someone stepped in. The grip on his shoulder was immediately replaced, but he didn’t take any notice, too surprised by who had just come under the cloak.

“Malfoy!” he exclaimed, staring at the blond.

Draco was glaring at Harry, his silver eyes darkened as he did so. His hands held Harry firmly against the wall, his nails digging into Harry’s shoulders. Draco’s tongue flicked out, wetting his lower lip as he stared at Harry.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Harry asked incredulously, staring at Draco.

Draco didn’t answer, only moved closer to Harry, and Harry could feel his hot breath on his cheek. Draco’s breathing was heavy and his eyes were set, boring into Harry’s.

Harry didn’t like what was happening. He found Draco’s gaze unnerving. He tried to move but found he was prevented by Draco’s hands.

“You think you’re so great?” Draco finally asked, his voice a low, harsh whisper. He shifted closer to Harry, his eyes glittering in the pale moonlight the streamed in from the nearby window.

“… What?” Harry asked, eyeing Draco nervously. He didn’t like the look he was receiving.

“You think that just because you’re the fucking Boy Who Lived, everyone’s queuing up to sleep with you. Well, they’re not,” he whispered harshly.

Harry was extremely confused by the statement, and so said nothing.

Draco’s breathing was harsh as he moved closer to Harry, his hands still gripping Harry’s shoulders. He was less than a few inches away now. Harry swallowed hard, becoming unnerved.

“Potter,” Draco whispered, letting go of one of Harry’s shoulders and bringing the hand to caress Harry’s cheek softly for a moment. Harry stared at him, beyond confused. “You think you’re so fucking great,” he murmured, his eyes scanning Harry up and down. Without warning, he pressed his body flush against Harry’s, and Harry gasped.

Draco was hard, and it was pressing into his thigh, rubbing his leg and causing Harry’s breath to hitch.

“Potter,” Draco breathed in Harry’s ear, causing Harry to shiver. “Tell me you want me.”

“What?” Harry asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He could hear Draco’s labored breathing and felt his pace quicken. Draco’s cock was now rubbing insistently against his thigh.

“Don’t deny it,” Draco whispered, his hot breath floating over Harry’s neck. Harry could almost feel Draco’s lips as they ghosted over his neck. “Give in, Potter. You want me, I know it.”

Harry was becoming increasingly aware of how hot it had become under the Invisibility Cloak. He felt stifled as he struggled to control his heartbeat that was beating rapidly against his chest.

Draco’s hand that had been caressing his cheek had slid around the nape of Harry’s neck, absentmindedly twisting a lock of dark hair. His other hand still kept its firm grip on Harry’s other shoulder, as if making sure he didn’t go anywhere.

“Come on, Potter,” Draco whispered, his voice low and seductive. Harry felt his heart jump when a moist tongue flicked over his neck momentarily.

Draco shifted and the hardness that had been pressing into Harry’s thigh came into contact with Harry’s own groin. Harry took in a sharp breath as he felt Draco’s cock press into his own.

He hadn’t realized it, but Draco’s words, coupled with his hot breath, had caused Harry to become agonizingly aroused. He bit his lip to stop the groan when Draco rocked his hips into Harry’s, rubbing their mutual erections together.

“Malfoy!” he gasped in a strangled voice. “What are you doing?”

“I thought that would be obvious,” Draco murmured, sliding his hand into Harry’s hair and gripping it tightly while he moved his head closer, sliding his lips over Harry’s throat, his tongue drawing a hot line across his skin.

Harry’s head tilted back at the pressure from Draco’s hand and he let out a tiny moan, unable to hold it back. His breath was shaky as he felt Draco’s tongue and lips sliding over his throat, pressing hot kisses to the flesh.

Harry swallowed thickly as Draco continued to roll his hips into Harry’s painfully hard erection. He could feel Draco’s lips traveling further up his neck; his hot tongue sliding over it.

“Potter,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear before pulling the lobe into his mouth using his teeth.

“Yeah—Malfoy?” Harry gasped, his breath coming in heavy pants.

“Potter,” Draco murmured again, moving back to Harry’s neck and attacking the skin with his lips and teeth, sucking hard on the tanned flesh.

Draco’s hand had left Harry’s shoulder and slid down to Harry’s waist, pushing aside the folds of Harry’s robes and forcefully tugging Harry’s white shirt from where they were tucked into his pants.

He got them undone and shoved his hand underneath the white, cotton shirt, skimming over Harry’s toned torso and flitting up across his chest. His touch was light but demanding. His hand moved skillfully under Harry’s shirt, twisting the hardening nipples.

Harry was painfully aware of the aching hardness that begged for fulfillment whenever Draco would kiss his neck. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted Draco. The thought sent chills to his bones, but he surprisingly didn’t find it to be a bad thing.

“M—Malfoy,” he panted, as Draco’s hand slid over his chest. “P-please, can we—”

“Yeah, Potter?” Draco asked, moving up to Harry’s ear once more and licking the shell of it. He kissed Harry’s jaw and then his cheek, coming ever closer to Harry’s lips that begged to be kissed.

“C-can we—fuck, will you… I want—”

“What do you want?” Draco breathed, his hot breath on Harry’s cheek. He slid his body closer, pressing his erection into Harry’s and feeling Harry’s cock jump at the contact.

“Ohhh,” Harry moaned, closing his eyes. “Fuck, Malfoy, not here.”

Draco leaned in, his lips ghosting over Harry’s jaw line and he felt the increase in Harry’s breathing. He took his hand from under Harry’s shirt and it grasped for Harry’s hand.

Their fingers wound together and Draco pulled Harry away from the wall and into a nearby classroom. Once the door was shut, he ripped off the Invisibility Cloak and threw it to the side.

Draco’s eyes took in Harry, and they glittered darkly in the moonlight coming through the window. He didn’t wait a second longer to untwine their fingers and shove Harry to the nearest desk, pushing him down on the surface.

He climbed up after Harry, his hands hastily removing Harry’s robe and undershirt. Harry had no objections to see them go and his own hands scrambled to divest Draco of his clothes as well.

When Draco’s was completely void of clothing, Harry couldn’t help but stare at his body, bathed in the moonlight. His skin was pale but it suited him well. His lower body was toned and Harry could see a small definition of muscles.

Draco didn’t leave much time for Harry to admire him, instead, he moved in, crashing his lips down on Harry’s in a long-awaited kiss.

Harry’s body arched upward as Draco kissed him, a long, deep kiss. Draco’s tongue slipped into Harry’s mouth, caressing Harry’s tongue and urging it to respond.

Their teeth clashed and tongues intertwined as the kiss grew in fervor. Draco’s hand slid back into Harry’s hair, tugging on the dark locks and spurring the kiss to even greater heights.

“Fuck—Malfoy,” Harry panted. “Ma-Malf—”

“Say my name,” Draco growled, kissing Harry’s neck and skimming his hand down Harry’s heaving body.

“Draco!” Harry yelled, his hormones getting the best of him and not really paying attention to what he was doing.

Draco seemed to decide that he’d had enough of the foreplay. He reached down, grabbing Harry’s boxers—the only piece of clothing left—and shoved them over Harry’s hips and to the floor.

Draco leaned over the desk, ignoring Harry’s leaking erection that had sprung forth for the moment, rummaging in his trousers for his wand. He came back with it and pointed it at Harry’s entrance, muttering a Lubrication and Protection Spell.

Harry gasped and arched his body upward as he felt Draco’s slick fingers enter his body. He felt the digits pump in and out of his entrance, brushing against his prostate and sending a jolt through Harry’s body.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he cursed, losing all sense of reason.

Draco removed the fingers, still breathing heavily and gazing down at Harry through lust-darkened eyes. Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Draco, their eyes connecting.

Draco soon broke the eye contact, though, and grabbed Harry’s hips, throwing Harry’s legs over his shoulders. He placed his cock at Harry’s entrance and slowly slid into Harry’s body, squeezing his eyes shut as it was engulfed in the tight, hot muscles.

He took a moment to gain his bearing before pulling out and sliding back into Harry’s body, his hips connecting with Harry’s in an explosion of heat.

“Ah—Shit!” Harry cursed, throwing his head back against the desk as Draco slammed into his body.

Draco pulled out and thrust once again into the tight muscles of Harry’s body. He felt the heat rolling over his cock as he moved inside Harry. His hands were braced on either side of Harry and he drove into him forcefully.

“Dra—Draco—” Harry panted but Draco cut him off by giving him a hard kiss.

He thrust his tongue into Harry’s open mouth, tasting all that he could. He pulled on Harry’s lower lip with his teeth, sucking on the plump flesh.

Harry broke the kiss with a gasp as Draco slammed into his body, sending rippling pleasure over his entire body.

Harry knew he was close, he could feel the tightening in his cock as Draco thrust in and out of his body. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

As Draco slid his cock into Harry’s body again, Harry felt himself come forcefully, exploding over Draco’s chest.

“Fuck, Draco!” he yelled, as waves of come covered the space between them.

Seconds later, he felt Draco come inside his body, filling him with his hot seed. He opened his eyes through his blinding climax and watched as Draco’s face contorted in pleasure.

Finally, Draco collapsed on top of Harry, breathing heavily. He lay there, his chest heaving as he took deep breaths. He could feel Harry underneath him.

Harry lay on the desk, feeling the cold wood against his skin and his mind gathering properly. He began to realize just what he’d done.

He sat up suddenly, and Draco was displaced, moving off to the side and pushing himself up. Harry looked over at him, seeing that he was rubbing his head.

“Malfoy,” he said, reverting to his last name again. “Are you okay?”

“P-Potter?” Draco asked, sounding dazed. “I—what—I don’t—” He blinked hard, turning his head and looking disoriented.

Harry looked at him closely, thinking that he looked like he was about to be sick again.

“I—” Draco never finished the sentence as he swayed to the side and nearly fell off the desk. He would have had Harry not lunged forward and grabbed him. Instead of falling to the floor, Harry dragged him back onto the desk, but it wasn’t enough. Draco was unconscious again.

“Oh shit,” Harry muttered, looking at Draco’s body. “Not again.”


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A/N: only one more chapter! Review review! and maybe I'll add it sooner than I plan, although I should really update TM and OBiaH even tho no one is reading it... *shrugs* oh well!