The (Hogwarts) Voice!

Harry padded lightly down the corridor. If he had made any noise, nobody would see where it came from. His disillusionment charm was that strong. He pushed the Great Hall doors open enough to slip through and close behind him. He broke the charm and walked purposefully to the door on the far side of the room. He stopped at the last moment, a nag of doubt entering his mind. He glared at nothing and pushed the doubt away before entering the empty room with a specific aim in mind.



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He wasn\'t waiting long before he heard the door click open and a blonde, pale body slipped in. He added a white and silver striped form hugging tee to his earlier pants but otherwise looked the same. He turned around the room, finding Harry leaning against a dark corner with one leg bent, booted foot resting on the stone. Slightly glowing verdant greens stared just as intensely as they had earlier. Draco shuddered hard enough Harry noticed. He inclined his head and made no move to come closer.



"What did you want, half-blood?" Draco grumbled, the insult paid back for Harry\'s earlier jab.



"To talk." Came the terse reply.



"About what?" Draco snapped, patience running thin.



"About why you looked like you were fucking me with your eyes earlier." Harry stated, as calmly as he was discussing how the weather was likely to be.



"Excuse me?!" Draco sputtered, an urge to walk up and smack the damned brunette into the next term.



"Come off it, Malfoy. You may think I\'m just some stupid Gryffindor, but you have yet to meet the Slytherin in me." Harry chuckled. The silence he received was confirmation enough that he had hooked the blonde. He pushed off the wall and slowly walked towards Draco, letting his hips sway like earlier on stage. He smirked when he watched Draco\'s eyes follow the movement.



"How interesting. You deny being even a little bent but you can\'t seem to stop visually tearing my clothes off. Now why would that be?" He asked softly, invading Draco\'s personal space like he owned the air therein. Draco could feel the vibration of Harry\'s energy and magic as it wrapped around him. He met the green eyed boy\'s gaze with a clear, bright grey one of his, the defenses he kept there stripped just as thoroughly as Harry was in Draco\'s mind.



"What do you want to hear?" Draco asked, cutting all preamble.



"The truth." Came the terse reply.



Harry had anticipated the blonde\'s replies, and intentionally set this situation up. He knew what Draco would do once tempted and purposely brought himself close enough to facilitate it. A pale blur rose and fell, but was caught with unerring seeker reflexes before the slap could make contact. Harry held the wrist tightly and leaned even closer.



"The truth, Draco." Harry whispered seductively. The only warning was the rapid darkening of the silver pools. Draco crashed his lips against Harry\'s, a small squeak of want slipping out before pale pink meshed against the burgundy pair Harry owned. The arm went limp in Harry\'s grasp and he let it go, pushing his body against the blonde until he was backing him up step by step. Draco gasped and broke the kiss when his calves hit the chaise lounge. He buckled and landed on his arse, looking up at the smirking brunette.



"Well, I always knew you were a bottom..." Harry chuckled before climbing into the lounge to straddle him while pushing Draco flat on his back.



"Now, what do you want?" Harry intoned, eyes deep and heavy like his voice. Draco responded again, silently, showing rather than telling. He didn\'t think he could trust his voice to not squeak again. He arched his hips up and ground his warm and firm erection into Harry\'s parted thighs. A gutteral moan exited between the brunettes slightly bruised lips as he captured Draco\'s with them, returning the rut firmly. Warm, delicate hands slipped up the back of Harry\'s shirt, their rutting turning hard and desperate. Harry demanded entrance to Draco\'s mouth with an imperious swipe of this slick tongue. The lips parted and Harry claimed the territory as his own. Draco started digging into their rut with impatience, the coiling warmth in his lower stomach spurring on his quickened thrusts against the aroused teen.



Nails dug into Harry\'s back, scraping angry red marks down the tanned skin and jolts of perverse pleasure flirted with his senses. Harry took the cue and brought his teeth down on Draco\'s bottom lip harshly, pulling a desperate moan from the Slytherin. Their release came fast and hard, leaving the teens gasping and panting, pressed together and shaking through the pleasure. Harry laid his sweaty head on Draco\'s chest, listening to the beat skip like a spooked rabbit.



"Draco, I think you might have a problem..." Harry whispered softly.



"Hmm?" Came the dreamy, spent reply.



"I think you\'re bent."



A soft chuckle preceded his quiet affirmative. "I think I am too."



They laid like that for a few minutes, basking in the post-orgasmic glow before Harry pulled away to sit up, reaching behind him for his wand. Draco flinched when he saw.



"Was it that bad you have to Obliviate me?" Draco asked, hurt creeping into his voice.



"Far from it. I just figured you\'d want cleaned up, unless you get off walking around in spunk?" Harry replied, laughing as he flicked his wand to vanish their messes. He slid off the lounge and stretched luxuriously. He tossed a smile over his shoulder to the blonde, walking away with a jaunty step.



"Same time. Same place. Tomorrow." He dictated before disappearing out the door.



Draco stared in silence, his annoyance at being ordered around fighting with his desire to follow the orders. After a few minutes of furious mental battles, he shrugged and got up. If he was going to take orders from someone, better the Golden Boy than anyone else.