Why him?

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On the third night I was waiting like the previous nights, but this time Harry knew it. When he was done with the detention he left Snape's office as usual but he didn't move from the door; he was standing there and waiting.
 
“I know you're there, Zabini,” Harry said loudly, and slightly nervously. Of course he knew it, did he think I would stop after I only got a taste of that delicious body? “Why are you hiding? I know you're there.” Sometimes I don't know what to think; is he really that stupid? Thinking that I hide from him?
 
“Come closer and I'll show you why I'm standing here.”
 
“Why, so you can curse me again and rape me?”
 
“I wasn't raping you,” I snarled in outrage. I could have stayed in the dark but when Harry accused me of rape I lost my control, but this time it wasn't in a good way. “I was dry humping you, and you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
 
Harry blushed and his eyes went down to the ground; that meant he either rarely did something like that or had never done something like that. Of course it was difficult thinking about the Golden Boy being a virgin so I guessed that he rarely did anything like that, or maybe he just hadn't done it with a boy.
 
“It was close to rape,” he whispered.
 
Of course it seemed like that for him right now, but I know I could change his mind about it being rape if he let me fuck him.
 
“If I remember correctly you were pretty turned on by my so called rape’. What did you do after I left you? Did you run up to your bed and jerk off thinking about me raping you?” Harry avoided my eyes and I knew I was right. “You loved what I did to you, didn't you? And you’ve probably been fantasizing about me all day. Don't worry, though; I couldn't stop thinking about you all day either.” He was blushing like never before; I love the effect I have on him.
 
When I walked towards him I knew I was taking a chance, he could easily hex me again and now he had all the reason to even torture me. “I won't curse you today, I promise, but I will try to kiss you.” By the time I finished my short speech I had reached him. Telling him that I would kiss him was a warning for him in case he did decide to push me away. But he never moved, not even when I softly stroked his cheek. It was really disappointing, I had thought he would still fight me, not obey me like a whore. I hoped he would try to push me away when I kissed him, but nothing happened besides our lips touching softly.
 
I stood up straight, confused and angry; where was the Harry I craved, the Harry I had fantasized about for weeks? I really wanted to kiss him but not when he was a shell of his former self. I needed the fire not the wood.
 
“You're lucky,” I said with a sneer. “I've lost my interest in you.” There was nothing left in him that I wanted so I turned and started to walk away.
 
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” I stopped when I heard him shout at me; it was interesting hearing him react.
 
“You heard me.”
 
“You waited for me tonight just to tell me I'm not interesting?” he asked sceptically. “You're the one who’s boring, you asshole.”
 
When I turned to face him he was already going up the stairs.
 
The chase was on.
 
I wanted to walk after him but the excitement was far too intense and I found myself running. When I reached him I grabbed his elbow and forced him around.
 
“Let go of me, you fucking Slytherin!” I wanted him to say more so I slapped him right on his cheek. But he didn't say anything; instead he pushed me so I almost fell down the stairs and then turned around and continued to walk away, though with a quicker stride. I wouldn't let him leave that easily, not now that I had the real Harry. I ran after him again, turned him around roughly and pressed my lips hard against his. When his lips parted in shock I sent my tongue into his sweet mouth. Things got out of hand so fast that I didn't have control over anything that was happening.
I pulled his hair so our lips parted and then I saw the passion in his half open eyes, but I didn't want him submitting unless I wanted that from him, so I pushed him into the wall. It looked like it hurt but I couldn't care less, and neither could Harry by the look of it. He took one step towards me and grabbed my tie. I moaned when he pulled me hard against him and kissed me back.
 
This time I knew that I could do almost anything I wanted, so I slid my hand inside his robe and down his pants. It was so good feeling his cock pulse in my palm, and things were even better when I pumped him and he moaned. Harry stopped kissing me, but that didn't matter because instead he began to fuck my hand. The only thing I wanted right then was to see him come, hear him moan and tremble in pure pleasure.
 
Never have I seen somebody so fucking sexy coming from me pleasuring them, it was the most overwhelming moment I have felt in a really long time. It reminded me about one of the pictures I saw years ago before I began experimenting with sex. I had quickly understood it was a fake since none of my partners came close to it, but seeing Harry with the same angelic face in complete pleasure was breathtaking.
 
When things slowed down I kissed his neck softly and turned away. I had to fight the urge to turn around and attack Harry again; it was for the best to leave things as they were tonight.
 
So far I had thought that the only thing I needed from Harry was a great fuck and then I would move on to someone else. But the way I made Harry react was better than I had hoped for and it seemed that, even now, half way to my goal, I wanted more than only a night with him – I wanted to have him for myself.
 
The strange thing is that I have never wanted any relationship, and I still don't want one. So why do I want to be with Harry? Maybe because he’s a hero or maybe because I have never been in any relationship and now my emotions are getting mixed up. Whatever the reason is I'm sure it will solve itself in the end.
 
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The fourth day didn’t go as I had expected. I had planned things to go further than the previous days, but when Harry exited the classroom with Snape at his side I was disappointed. I had never thought anything bad about my professor before, but right then I wished he were lying in the hospital wing.
 
I didn't worry about being seen since I was standing in the dark shadows. Of course Harry knew I was there tonight too, unless he thought I had given up. I was fighting mentally to try and convince myself that Harry knew I was there, but when they both walked past me without even glancing around I thought that I had lost a full night of fun. Harry had probably convinced Snape to follow him up to the Gryffindor tower just to avoid me. I was so sure about that until I saw him slow down a little. Right before he was out of sight he turned his head and mimed something, it took me a few seconds to make out what it could have been but in the end I was sure he had asked me to wait. If he wanted me to wait then of course I would, and if he – for some reason – didn't show up I would personally find him at breakfast and slap him, right in front of the whole school.
 
As time flew by I lost hope of seeing Harry, but luckily for him I decided to stay even though I thought I was being stood up. So, when he appeared walking down the stairs I was surprised; never would I have thought that he would want me that badly so fast.
 
When he saw me he instantly attacked me, pushing me into the wall and gripping me hard on my shoulder. If it was anybody else I would have been alarmed a long time ago, but this was Harry who, apparently, knew I liked him brutal. I tried to move but Harry pushed me harder in the wall and kissed me. I liked him aggressive but not in control, so as soon as I saw an opportunity I flung him around and pushed my body over his, making sure that he felt both me and the wall sandwiching him together.
 
He tried to push me off but this time he wouldn't succeed seeing as I am stronger. Before he got a chance to try and push me off I found my way into his shirt and pinched one of his nipples, smirking at the way he reacted. Then I pushed my other hand into his pants and found his cock and slowly massaged it. I felt I could take more chances tonight I decided to go for it. I let go of him and crouched down in front of him ready to take him in my mouth.
 
When I first saw his cock I was amazed; he was perfect even there, I could see everything even in the darkness. Enough foreskin and pre-cum, the perfect colour, not too much hair, it was the most amazing cock I had seen so far. And the taste was as good as the view... salty but still sort of sweet. I started with only a lick from the base to the tip, then I put his cock into my mouth and slowly pulled it out, making sure that my tongue had tasted every milimetre of flesh. I continued at a slow peace, trying to enjoy him as much as possible.
 
Harry dug his fingernails into my shoulder and tried to pull me off, at first I thought it was an attempt to control me again so I ignored it.
 
“Someone’s coming,” I heard him whisper, but my brain didn't connect the dots until the person walking down the stairs was only a few steps away. Harry held his breath when he saw Snape walking past us, and I tried my best not to do anything to draw the attention towards us but his cock was flashing right in front of me and I needed it so badly. Snape hadn't even opened his door before I reached for Harry's cock and sucked on it. Luckily for us, Snape closed the door right before Harry could no longer hold himself together. His nails dug deeper into my shoulder, and this time I was the one that moaned.
 
I continued to suck him until he couldn't take it any more and exploded in my mouth. He tasted like heaven; perfect.
When I looked at Harry after I had cleaned him it didn't look like he was able to do much so I tucked his cock back into his pants and kissed him softly on his lips, and, like the previous night, I left him. My cock was in so much pain but I didn't want to destroy the progression, even if I probably could fuck him and get away with it. Why I held back so much was strange; I had never bothered about other people’s feelings but now I found myself wanting Harry to be happy. After we fuck I would most probably get over him and move on to someone else.