So Wrong, Yet So Right

He straddled the man’s hips and smiled down at him. He soon began rocking back and forth, rubbing their arousals together in a rhythmic motion.

“Mm, Draco,” he moaned, squeezing the boy’s bare arse and pulling him closer to his body.

Draco steadily moved his hands down Severus’ naked chest as he continued to rock into him. “Feel good?” he asked.

“Can you not feel that it does?” he smirked up at the blond.

Draco snickered, leaning down and taking one of the man’s nipples in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the pink nub, hearing his satisfied groan below. He then moved his hand over the other nipple and twisted it, noticing it begin to harden immediately from his touch.

“You’ll make me come quick by doing that,” Severus gasped, arching his back.

“We only have a few more minutes,” Draco explained, lifting himself back up so he could stare at his professor, grinding their hardened erections faster together. “Do it, Sev. Come for me now.”

Severus closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, feeling the boy’s cock rub against his own, the sensation becoming too sensitive. “Touch me,” he commanded, knowing that just one tug from his student would put him over the edge.

Draco smiled, deciding to do one better. He halted his movement and lowered himself over the trembling cock, taking it fully in his mouth.

Severus screamed out his pleasure, surprised to feel a warm, wet sensation surround his cock. “Fuck, Draco,” he cried out, staring down at the boy sucking him off.

Draco smirked around his professor’s stiff member, as he continued bobbing his head over it. He sped up his actions, listening to the man’s breathing speed up in time.

After about another minute, Severus released himself into Draco’s mouth, watching in awe at the boy’s ability to swallow every bit of him down without spilling a single drop. Once completely emptied, he leaned back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, not yet ready to say anything.

Draco licked his lips before slowly gliding his naked body up Severus. He then crashed his lips on the man’s, smiling when he felt him open his mouth to taste himself on his tongue. After a few more minutes of kissing, Draco backed away, staring down at his professor. “Morning,” he softly whispered.

Severus lightly chuckled, gently caressing Draco’s cheek. “Morning,” he replied back.

“Last night was amazing,” he complimented.

“Mm, I know,” Severus smirked, wrapping his arms around the boy’s neck and pulling him toward his mouth so he could kiss him once more.

After another few minutes passed, Draco sighed and pulled back from Severus, shaking his head. “I have to go,” he expressed, as he started to roll away.

Severus grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving his bed so quickly. “Wait, what about you?” he questioned, shifting his eyes to the boy’s clearly visible erection.

Draco gave him a quick peck on his lips, freeing himself from the man’s grasp. “It’s okay. Next time,” he replied, grabbing his trousers off the floor and putting them on.

Severus frowned, watching him dress. “What’s your hurry?”

“I scheduled an early Quidditch practice this morning,” he answered, snapping his buckle back in place before looking at his Head of House. “Want to come watch?” he smiled.

Severus shook his head and yawned. “I have to prepare my lessons for the day,” he replied, looking over at the clock on his night table to see how much time he still had before classes started. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding,” he suddenly whined. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, Draco.”

“You weren’t complaining just a few minutes ago,” he pointed out, his famous smirk in place.

“Yes, well…” Severus trailed off, knowing there wasn’t anything he could say to that.

Draco snickered, moving in closer to Severus and giving him another innocent peck on his lips. “I’ll make it up to you later tonight, okay?” he whispered.

“You better,” he huffed, rolling on his side and closing his eyes.

Draco smiled down at the sleeping man and gave him another light kiss, this time on his cheek, before backing away from him. “See you in Potions.”

Severus quickly opened his eyes, turning to his student. “What’s today?” he questioned.

“Thursday.”

“Shit,” Severus softly cursed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Draco chuckled, understanding the man’s frustration. “Just take lots of headache potions, Severus,” he suggested.

“Easy for you to say,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I hate Thursdays,” he then grunted, pulling his covers over his face, wanting to hide under them for the rest of the day.

“Sorry, Sev,” Draco apologized, reaching over and pulling the covers down to stare at his beautiful face. He then leaned over, securely pressing his lips on his. After another moment, he backed away, stroking his hand through Severus’ sleek hair and smiling.

“Do me a favor?” Severus quietly said, admiring Draco’s gray eyes.

“Okay, I’ll play nice with the Gryffindors,” he chuckled. “But only for you, and only in your class.”

“Thank you,” he sighed, glad that at least one of his classes with the Gryffindors and Slytherins would have considerably less mayhem than the others.

*****

Draco was very happy to be in his final class of the day. Not only was it because nighttime was fast approaching and he would be visiting Severus soon, but also because his last class just happened to be Potions. He had been waiting all day for this and was glad to finally be sitting in the man’s classroom, staring up at him while he spoke.

So far, Severus had managed to avoid his favorite student, knowing that if their eyes made contact, he would probably cancel class and take him on his desk right then and there. He was already having a very stressful day, dealing with all the drama and fights between the Slytherins and Gryffindors in each of his classes, and just wanted to retire to his rooms, where he could be alone with Draco and feel his body pressed up against his.

He stood in front of the room, giving his lecture on various aphrodisiac potions, reminding himself to snatch a few of the bottles made by his top students for use later. He shivered at the thought of using one created by Longbottom.

After he was done explaining the directions on one of the potions they were to be making, he returned to his seat, placing his hand on his forehead, feeling another headache coming on. He just knew that a fight was bound to happen sooner or later. Teaching those two houses together for so many years had always made him see the inevitable interaction. He subtly shifted his eyes toward the back of the room, needing to look at Draco to calm himself.

Draco looked up at him at the same time, almost as if sensing the man’s uneasiness. He chewed on his lower lip, wishing he could just go up and wrap his arms around him, knowing he needed comfort in that moment. He eyed him for a few more seconds before looking away, not wanting anyone to get any ideas.

He then cleared his throat, as he began sorting the ingredients at his table. Thankfully, Pansy was out sick that day, leaving him alone to work on the potion. She was never any help to him, seeing how he always did the work between them. At least now she wouldn’t be able to slow him down.

While working studiously with his potion, Draco noticed Severus start making his rounds around the tables, examining his students’ progress. He nibbled on his lip, curious if he would come check on him as well. Three minutes later, he had his answer.

As soon as he felt the man’s presence beside him, he took a deep breath and stared up at him. Severus’ face remained impassive as he stared down into his cauldron, nodding his approval. Draco smiled inwardly at their closeness, noticing he had leaned in more than probably necessary to view his potion. When Severus turned to move to the next table, Draco swiftly brushed his hand against his, wanting to feel his contact. He noticed the slight pause in the man’s stance and knew he was smiling inside.

Severus cleared his throat, before moving to the next table. He had felt the shiver run up his spine from the touch and knew he had better leave before he tried anything else. Things like that reminded him how they really shouldn’t be together. Although the boy was of legal age, he was still his student. He knew what they were doing was terribly wrong, but sadly, he just couldn’t help the way he felt for him.

He suddenly began thinking about Lucius, fearfully wondering what his best friend would say or do if he found out the truth about them. Lucius had always trusted him through the years, including taking care of Draco and keeping him protected if anything were to happen to him. He was more than certain that sleeping with his son was not part of his request for keeping him protected, which just added another point that what they were doing was wrong.

Draco licked his lips before returning to his potion. A few seconds later, he felt someone looking at him and quickly lifted his head to locate the source. He furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed a green set of eyes staring at him, his body suddenly shivering when they turned away from him. He kept his gaze on the boy for a few more seconds before looking back down at his potion, wondering what that was all about. Why was Potter looking at him like that?

He shook the thought out of his head as he continued making his potion, smelling the sweet aphrodisiac aroma start to form. He groaned inwardly when he felt his lower half react to the potion, suddenly realizing how much his cock needed attention in that moment.

He bit down hard on his lip when he saw Severus move to the front of the room. He couldn’t wait to slip into his bed and press his body up against him. It was no lie he enjoyed their sexual adventures, but surprisingly, he also enjoyed their closeness. Never did he think he would like to snuggle, but he was pleasantly shocked to know that he did.

“Malfoy?” he suddenly heard someone say, causing him to snap his head up in alarm from being broken out of his reverie.

Harry was standing next to his table, warily staring down at him as he waited for some sort of retort. Surprisingly, he was slightly ahead of the other students with the potion before realizing he was missing one key ingredient to finish off his concoction, which of course just happened to be on Malfoy’s desk.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, glancing toward the front of the room, noticing Severus eyeing him suspiciously, before turning to look at Potter again. Knowing he had promised not to start anything, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before answering the Gryffindor. “Yes, Potter?”

Harry slightly raised his eyebrows, shocked he didn’t snap at him. He suddenly became lost for words, not sure why he had come over in the first place. Thankfully, it only took him a few more seconds before remembering. “Are you done with the frozen Ashwinder eggs?”

Draco nodded, picking up the jar on his left and handing it to him. He then sneaked a glance in his professor’s direction, making sure he was watching. Severus had to know how hard that was for him. He could taste the blood in his mouth as he continued biting down hard on his tongue, keeping himself from saying anything that would cause an argument between them.

“Thanks,” Harry mumbled, before returning to his seat, still a bit shocked that he didn’t receive any sort of sneer or argument.

Draco released the breath he was holding, again looking over at Severus. He saw the glint of happiness in the man’s eyes and smiled to himself, glad he didn’t give him a headache for his usual childish actions he had with Potter. However, he immediately cringed when he heard someone scream off to the side, forgetting the other students hadn’t made that same promise.

“You stupid Slytherin bastard,” Ron growled at Blaise, before dropping to his knees and cleaning up the spilled potion around his area.

“Blood-traitor wanker,” Blaise returned.

Severus tightly closed his eyes and mumbled a few words before angrily standing up and moving across the room toward the two students. He clenched his fists by his sides, repeatedly reminding himself that he couldn’t hit them. He could feel the throbbing pain in his forehead worsen and just wished class would end.

Draco sighed, following Severus with his eyes and seeing the fury behind his eyes that held happiness a minute ago. He immediately felt sorry for Severus and then laughed at the thought. It was funny how being on the outside of one of those fights showed how really annoying and juvenile they could be.

He suddenly noticed Potter still working on his potion, not even paying attention to his friend. This truly confused him, not only because he was actually working diligently on his assignment (and so far not messing up on it by the way), but also because he wasn’t even trying to stick up for the Weasel. He ignored Severus’ rant toward the two students, as he kept his gaze on Potter’s back, trying to figure out what his deal was.

After a few more seconds, Harry turned around in his seat, feeling eyes upon him, and instantly froze as he stared at Malfoy. He wasn’t sure what had him so entranced, but there was just something about the blond that wouldn’t let his eyes wander. He then rolled his eyes, showing him how ridiculous he found the fight to be.

Draco nodded in agreement. They both smiled at each other before quickly glancing away when they realized what they were doing. Draco couldn’t help the blush that had suddenly appeared on his cheeks, praying it would leave him soon. He didn’t even chance a glance in the Gryffindor’s direction, afraid of what may happen next if he did.

Harry was having a similar problem, trying everything to return his cheeks to a normal state. He couldn’t believe Malfoy had actually smiled at him and caused him to blush like that. He always had a little crush on him, but never thought anything more on it. He knew it was only physical attraction, but sadly those were the worst type of crushes because your body tended to react stronger to the physical, especially when lying in bed at night thinking about those physical traits. If only he had one crush to deal with, instead of two that continued to plague his mind. He just prayed that no one would ever know of those little secrets.

Finally, to the joys of many (mostly Severus), class was over. After directing his students to bottle up their potions and bring them to the front, and dishing out several more detentions to the Gryffindors and Slytherins who felt the need to cause trouble at the end of class, the classroom emptied, leaving the man alone with a pounding headache.

He leaned his head against his hand and closed his eyes, needing to relax his body from all the stress he incurred during the day. He soon felt a set of hands begin to massage his shoulders and smiled, knowing those hands anywhere. “Why aren’t you at dinner?” he asked.

He rubbed the man’s shoulders a bit harder, feeling the tension leave. “I figured you needed this more right now,” he answered.

Severus sighed, “Thank you.”

Draco smiled and leaned in closer, nibbling on his ear. “Rough day?” he whispered.

“Thursdays,” Severus mumbled. “I hate Thursdays.”

Draco snickered, as he continued nibbling on his ear. “I’m sorry,” he said, making Severus shiver when his warm breath entered inside his ear. “I’ll be over as soon as I’m done with my homework tonight,” he stated.

He then started kissing Severus’ neck, trailing his hands up and down the man’s arms in the process. He soon paused on one area under his jaw, when he noticed the effect it was having on him. He lingered on the sensitive spot, wanting to hear the man’s whimpers in return, feeling his arousal spike at the sound.

Too focused on each other, the two didn’t realize they were suddenly being watched. Green eyes had peered through the slightly opened door of the Potions’ classroom, staring in wonderment at the scene before him.

While heading toward the Great Hall for dinner, Harry realized one of his books had slipped out of his bag in class and he needed to go back to retrieve it. Thinking the classroom would be empty by then, he moved to open the door wider, when he heard voices inside. He jerked his hand back from the doorknob, glad that he didn’t barge into Snape’s room, where he would most likely receive a detention for not knocking. He quietly neared the crack in the door, curious if the conversation would be okay to disrupt, or if he should just leave and return after dinner.

He suddenly gasped, as he watched Malfoy glide his hands over Snape’s arms, sucking on his neck. He knew he should have turned around and left, but he just couldn’t seem to get his body to move. He continued to stare, as Malfoy moved his kisses up Snape’s neck, pressing his mouth firmly on the man’s lips. He held his breath when he saw Snape lift his hand and place it on the back of Malfoy’s head, pushing him closer to his mouth. He just couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

Harry pressed his legs together, feeling his cock jolt when both Slytherins groaned and opened their mouths, deepening their kiss. He licked his lips when Malfoy moved to sit on Snape’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, never parting lips. Snape’s hands were busy moving over Malfoy’s body, tugging on the blond hair every once in a while and earning a moan.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore and gently began rubbing his hand over his trousers, his cock starting to become much harder. He bit on his lip, as he slowly moved to unbutton his trousers with his free hand, keeping his eyes still focused on the two in the room. Once free, he slid his hand into his pants, gripping more fiercely on his stiff member. He bit back a cry when he saw Malfoy’s head fall back and Snape seize his pale neck, sucking hungrily on it.

He was almost near the end, moving his hand faster along his shaft, feeling his body tense up from the action. He clenched his teeth and held his breath, as the approaching climax coursed through his body. A minute later, he had let out his release all over his hand in a quiet satisfied sigh.

Blushing profusely, he quickly freed his hand from his spent cock and buttoned his trousers back up. He took one last glance at the two kissing Slytherins, who were still unaware of his presence, before hurriedly moving away from the door and out the dungeons. He then smiled, knowing what his dreams were going to consist of that night. He still couldn’t believe it. Both his secret crushes were snogging each other! What fantasy realm did he fall into?