Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

Alright...I think we’ve been waiting for this scene since the story began: Bath Time! Thanks for sticking with me as I promised, emptily, that this would be posted by last year; patience is a virtue, right? So, at this point, all I can really say is: enjoy!

VERY IMPORTANT: This scene is much easier to enjoy if you reread the relevant chapter in the Goblet of Fire (Chapter 25), and then take a look at this part; if not, that’s fine, just enjoy!

And, BTW, I am no fan of Harry/Cedric, so that’s why it wasn’t really meant to be erotic...Harry doesn’t really like all guys, just particulars, and we are just figuring out his type.



Lying to Hagrid wasn’t quite like lying to anyone else. Harry went back to the castle later that afternoon with Ron and Hermione, unable to banish the image of the happy expression on Hagrid’s whiskery face as he had imagined Harry winning the Tournament. The incomprehensible egg weighed more heavily than ever on Harry’s conscience that evening, and by the time he had got into bed, he had made up his mind – it was time to shelve his pride, and see if Cedric’s hint was worth anything.

However, after dinner, he felt that he needed some peace for himself to not think, so he went off to library alone. Though Hermione had practically jumped at the chance to join him, Harry had been rather in need of some quiet time, and so told her no about ten thousand times.

He found a nice spot near the windows, and put his down on the table. So much was going on right now in his life – the Tournament, Draco, school, his scar, Voldemort – and he was in a need of a break. He didn’t get one though, for someone sat down at his table and banged their fist on it.

“Fuck off!” Harry swore, groaning and gritting his teeth.

“Language, Potter, Language,” came Malfoy’s forced drawl.

Harry immediately raised his head and opened his eyes, smiling weakly at Draco, “You did an excellent job at taunting me in class,”

“Thank you, I’ve had practice,” Draco smiled.

“And you definitely were a jerk in the article,”

“Listen...I told you I’m sorry!”

“I know, I know,” Harry sighed, “I’m just tired right now, sorry,”

“That’s fine,” said Draco, “and when are you not going to be tired so that we can...”

“We can...?” Harry raised an eyebrow.”

“You know, pick up where we left off?”

“Where did we leave off, exactly?”

Draco laughed, attracting the glare of death from Madam Pince, which caused him to immediately shut up, “You know,” he continued in a whisper, “that night, up in the Astronomy Tower!”

Harry was now at the point of tiredness whereby he felt slightly tipsy, like his night with Seamus. So, without giving it too much thought, he suddenly piped in, “do you want to take a bath with me this Thursday?”

“Wha-uh, er, um, Harry!” Draco squeaked. Madam Pince broke the piece of chalk she randomly had in her hand, cocking her head to the side, eyes bulging.

Harry smiled coyly, “well?”

“But, uh, jeez...that’s a little, whew, er, guh...”

“Words, please?”

“Fuck...don’t you think tha- that’s...um...a bit far?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve only ever made out, Harry,” Draco gasped.

“If your knee hadn’t fucking decided to pay me a ‘compliment’,” Harry licked his lips, “do you think we’d’ve gone further?”

“I don’t know – it seems every time we try and do anything, we get caught or broken up somehow...”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, “certainly seems like that,”

“So what do you think the odds are that we won’t get caught at this?”

“It’s in the Prefect’s bath...and Cedric booked it for me the whole night,”

“You and Cedric did what?”

“I didn’t do a damn thing, Draco,” Harry shook his head, “I gave him a hint before, and he gave me a hand with the egg – said I needed to take a bath with it, so...want to join me after I figure it out?”

Draco was absolutely dumbstruck, and his face emphasized the fact.

“Yes?”

“Yes, Harry, I will be there.”

Harry provided Draco with directions, told him to knock when he was there, and then left the library – they couldn’t dare be seen together now if they were to be together later. Draco, on the other hand, stayed behind for an hour further, a dopey smile on his face, contemplating what it would be like...what Harry would look like naked...what they would do...

Suffice to say, Draco left the Library in a hunched position all the way back to his dormitory, where he shut himself in the privacy of his bed and dealt with the problem – twice.


***


...Harry had swallowed a considerable amount of bubbles in shock. He stood up, spluttering, and saw the ghost of a very glum-looking girl cross-legged on top of one of the taps. It was Moaning Myrtle, who was usually to be heard in the S-bend of a toilet three floors below.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!! screamed Harry’s mind; how was Harry supposed to entertain Draco with fucking Moaning Myrtle here to be the very exemplar of a cockblock.

“Myrtle!” Harry said in outrage. “I’m – I’m not wearing anything! Get the fuck out of here!”

The foam was so dense that this hardly mattered, but he had a nasty feeling that Myrtle had been spying on him from out of one of the taps ever since he had arrived


...


“See you, Myrtle...thanks for your help”

“Bye, bye,” she said gloomily, and as Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak, he saw her zoom back up the tap.

Harry wanted to cry – an overwhelming pit in his stomach had formed, as he hadn’t heard Draco at all! He was so disappointed, and was ready to punch Malfoy the moment he next saw him. He walked outside, under the invisibility cloak, and began to set out down the hall.

He turned a corner and almost banged into Draco, who was slinking around the corridor, doing his best to stay hidden from the light. He had in his arms a fluffy bath towel and robe, and had slicked his hair and...

Wait...

Was that...cologne? To a bath?

Harry suddenly felt underprepared; having just had a bath, he probably smelt like...water, and his fingers were a little dried out, and...

‘You’re not some girl getting ready for the prom!’ his mind screamed at him, and yet his bodily sensations responded that they felt totally inadequate. It was his soul that settled the debate – ‘Draco is in love, and did what he could to be best prepared for tonight; Harry is as prepared as he could be’.

Thus, Harry spun around and followed Draco until the two reached the requisite statue. Very calmly, Draco knocked once...twice...three times...and received no answer. A frown formed on his face, and he knocked a fourth time, this time much louder.

“Yes?” Harry said from behind him. Draco jumped, almost dropped his towel, and looked around

“Harry?” he whispered, squinting in order to see better in the darkness; though Harry was tempted to have a little fun and dance around him, he thought better of it and pulled off his cloak.

“You are late, you know,” Harry said, pointing a finger at Draco playfully, “I’ve already had my bath,”

Draco’s face showed signs of absolute horror; it was as if he was watching the entire world getting eaten up by a volcano, “so...so, it’s off?”

“Nope,” Harry grinned, “why would we call it off?”

“Oh, phew, just – worried, you know,”

“I think I’ve got a good idea of what you’re feeling,” Harry nodded. He walked over to the statue, provided the password, and then ushered Draco into the room.

“Well, mine’s bigger,” Draco shrugged, eying the room with amazement, “but less equipped,”

“Yeah, well, I’ve never been in a room this big anywhere but at Hogwarts, so you can just fuck off,”

“Oi, touchy Potter, are you?”

“Ha ha ha,” Harry mocked him.

“We probably shouldn’t argue,” Draco piped in, “not tonight,”

“Tonight...” Harry gulped as he repeated the words softly. Suddenly, his heart rate began to climb and the tingling sensation at the back of the neck, most common before huge exams, started. His pulse was racing, and yet, as he stared at Draco, he couldn’t help but notice that the other boy had no such worries.

“So, what did you want to do tonight?” Draco asked nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as he walked over to the edge of the bathtub.

“Um...I thought we could talk...”

“Come on, we’re going to be seeing each other naked, and you just expect us to talk?”

“Well, uh, I haven’t really planned anything...”

“And yet you’ve gotten off to the idea of plenty, I’m sure,”

Jeez...what is this? Harry thought, “You too,”

“Oh, definitely,” Draco winked, “Carmina!”

Suddenly, the soft soothing sounds of an orchestra began floating into the room – seemingly from nowhere...maybe out of a tap?

“What are you doing?”

“Little bit of music to set the...mood?” Draco smiled, “This is by a fantastic wizard, Piazzolla, called ‘Milonga del Angel’. Like it?”

“Well, it’s very pretty,” Harry conceded, “but how do you want to, uhm, get started?”

“I’m not getting naked til you get naked,” Draco stated matter-of-factly, casually turning some taps, allowing the bath to fill with water and bubbles.

“Me neither!” Harry immediately replied; he didn’t want to seem so desperate to get Draco naked that he’d embarrass himself. However, luckily his heart had calmed down, but had sent the extra blood elsewhere in his body...

“Then, a game!” Draco said, pulling a pack of cards out of his hands, “Ever played poker?”

“Yeah, with Ron, couple o’ times,”

“Ever played...” Draco paused with a gleam in his eye, “strip poker?”

“N-no,”

“Good; shall we?”

“Sh-ur, yeah, sure...” Harry nodded, perhaps a little too vigourously.

The two walked over to the large plateau beside the tub, and Draco dealt. He had his robe, socks and pyjamas underneath, whereas Harry had his pyjamas, socks and glasses; thus, each were fairly distributed, with five pieces of clothing.

Draco easily won the first hand – four jacks versus a pair of eights, and so Harry willingly pulled off a sock. Harry won the second, only by virtue of a higher two-pair, and also the third, but lost to the fourth.

“Boring!” Draco moaned as he shuffled the cards in his hands, observing that the two had now only nude feet; this hand was more provocative, as he lost his bathrobe.

“Take it off, Potter,” Draco said as he flipped the cards, winning over Harry with highest card; begrudgingly, Harry pulled off his shirt, revealing to Draco his toned chest...though Draco had seen Alcibiades naked before, seeing Harry just nude above the waist was a thousand times hotter. He couldn’t help but get hard at the Goldylocks sight – he wasn’t too muscled or too thin, but just perfectly lithe.

“My turn,” Harry said, grabbing the deck of cards. He fared better this time, and managed to totally own Draco, with a flush over a pair, and made Draco remove his own shirt; though Harry had seen Draco topless before, and Ron, and Seamus, and Cedric, and Oliver, and a bit of Colin, the knowledge that something beyond anything before was going to happen aroused him more than he had ever been.

Draco was very careful to put on a show and not reveal just how eager he was to strip and tackle Harry into the tub; so, he only inched the shirt off, bit by bit, so that it crept up, revealing first his belly button, then each successive rib, pausing before revealing his nipples, and then he fully removed it. His hair was in slight disarray, and though he would normally be concerned, the plan for a bath removed any concern.

“You’re...beautiful...” Harry whispered, blushing immediately – he felt like such a girl, fawning over a crush.

“You’re not too bad yourself, you know,” Draco shrugged, casually rubbing down his stomach. Both their erections were clearly visible through their pyjama pants, and yet they continued playing poker.

In this round: first three cards were a king (spades), king (hearts), and seven (clubs). The next was the four of hearts, and then the last was seven (spades).

“What’ya got, Harry?” Draco imitated his normal sneer, leisurely lying down his king (clubs) and three (hearts), “I’ve got a full house, three high,”

Harry laughed, and put down his first card – it was the last king. Draco eyed him suspiciously, waiting for him to put down the next card.

His wrist shaking, Harry threw down the next card: the three of spades.

“Full house, three high,” Draco said in amazement. There was no way...was there?

“So what do we do now?”

“Well, it’s a draw. So, either neither of us do anything, or both of us remove something,”

“Um, the tub’s done,” Harry pointed out; he then stood up, erection clearly visible, and walked over to shut off the taps, “so whatever we do, we should do it quickly, so the water stays warm,”

“Alright...lose the trousers, Potter,”

“Apres vous, Malfoy,” Harry said, using some of the French he had learnt from the Yule Ball and Fleur.

“Same time!” Draco corrected him, “one...two...three...”

With that, Draco stood up, whisked down his pyjama bottoms and kicked them off, standing fully naked, hard, hot, sweaty, and ready. Harry was just as quick to react, stripping in under two seconds and then putting his hands on his hips, showing off to Malfoy in a “take me” pose.

Though he was blushing like a tomato, Draco eyed up Harry as Harry surveyed Draco, and the two then asked the same question of each other,

“What’s wrong with your dick?”

“Uh, my dick’s normal, thank you very much!” Draco scoffed, “you have no foreskin!”

“What the fuck’s foreskin?” Harry replied, staring intently at the other boy’s cock...

“It’s...” Draco turned away, shielding his privates, “na-natural,”

“Well, everyone I’ve seen has been like me,”

“Oh, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“That you’re not the first boy I’ve seen naked,”

“What the fuck? How many boys have you been with before me?” Draco said, reaching for his pyjama bottoms.

“I haven’t been with anyone, Draco, but, like I said, I’ve...seen other guys,”

“Oh yeah, whom?” Draco asked, having put on his pyjama pants. Not wanting to be the odd one out, Harry capitulated and put back on his pyjamas.

“Um, Oliver,”

“Who?”

“Oliver...the keeper for Gryffindor in past years,”

“Okay...” Draco sat down on the tile nearest the bath.

Harry was ready to continue, but suddenly Draco entranced him further then he had ever done so before. The boy looked half attentive, yet somewhat in the midst of a dream, his face both distant and yet emotional. He traced a hand idly on the fair surface of the water, in and around little pockets of bubbles, his breathing soft and steady.

”I’m listening,” Draco said after a minute of silence – the music had since stopped, and the taps were no longer going, and so all the world seemed fixed on Harry’s next words.

“I’ve, I, er, um...well, you see, Ron and I have gotten o-, no, uhm, well, I taught him how to ma-masturbate, and so we’ve done it together sometimes, but not recently,” Harry now paused, unsure of how much more to say, “saw Colin Creevey once, and Seamus...”

“Wow,” Draco said in a weak voice, “that’s quite a few,”

“But I’ve never felt anything for them! A hard on isn’t love...” Harry stuttered, “this is,”

Yep, Harry was definitely NOT going to tell Draco about Cedric, especially since they had professed their feelings the very night in question, so he stopped there.

“I suppose I’m not, well, entirely innocent myself,” Draco licked his lips, slowly standing up and awakening from his dreary state, “there’s a boy,”

“That I should be worried about?” Harry finished for him.

“No,” Draco immediately shot back, “he’s actually a magical statue who can come to life, and he lives in my manor...I’ve only seen him twice, and he’s gotten me off,”

“Well, the worst I’ve ever done is gotten other guys off,” Harry shrugged, moving beside Draco.

“I’ve kind of...gotten a blow job before,”

“What?” Harry seemed genuinely shocked, “from a fucking statue?”

“Yes...he’s designed to pleasure and supposedly instruct...guys...on how to do stuff,”

“And so he taught you how to blow did he?”

“Not exactly...it was deeper than that,”

“He shoved a finger up your ass?”

Draco gave Harry a resounding smack on the arm, playfully, “fuck off, no! We talked about problems of the soul, not of the world,”

“Oh,”

“But now that I know that you’re so eager to get buggered up the arse,”

“I am not!”

Draco smiled slightly, “but let’s not worry about that, or each other’s cocks...”

“Well, not too much, you mean,”

“Yeah...water’s going to go cold if we don’t hop in,”

“Sounds good!” Harry said, whisking off his bottoms and glasses, diving (cannonball) into the bathtub, still hard as a rock. He washed the water from his eyes and looked at Draco expectantly.

“Don’t look as I get in,” Draco said, covering the tent in his pants with a hand.

“For fuck’s sake, I’ve just seen you naked!” Harry protested, “and if all goes well –”

“What? If all goes well what?”

“Um, I was ready to, um, get you off!” Harry smiled nervously.

“How so?”

“With my hand, or my...” Harry paused for effect “...tongue,”

“Fuck, I may as well cream myself here,” Draco shuddered.

“Surely you can get off more than once per night,”

“I bet I can get off more than you ever could in one night!”

“No you couldn’t!”

“Okay, hold on,” Draco interrupted, “grand as it would be to spend the night trying to get each other off more than the other, I think we ought conserve energy,”

“Pussy,”

“Fucking stop, or I’ll go!”

“You don’t have the balls to go,” Harry chuckled in retort.

“Yeah, I do!” Draco said, yanking down his pyjama pants, grabbing his balls with his left hand, “see!”

“Oh, I see,” Harry said, slowly changing position in the water so that he came to float on his back, cock up in the air,

“Nice,” Draco said before elegantly diving into the large body of water, splashing Harry and nearly making him capsize.

“So, what next?” Harry asked as Draco brushed the water from his eyes.

“This!”

Draco grabbed across Harry’s chest, pulling him underwater before righting him so that both were standing (albeit on their tip-toes) up straight, and Draco kissed him. He pushed his tongue into the other boy’s mouth – a first for him, even with his experience with Alcibiades – nearly knocking Harry back into the water.

One of Harry’s hands clumsily gripped Draco’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, while the other groped at the blonde’s back, tracing circles on the soft skin. Somehow, the Slytherin was able to bring his hands up to the Gryffindor’s firm chest, gracing over a nipple with his right as his left trailed down the lean stomach to his belly button.

Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth as their cocks finally lined up – never before had he felt such a tantalizingly erotic impulse, as every fibre of his body screamed out in pleasure at what one other boy, Draco Fucking Malfoy, Prince of Purebloods, was doing to him. Thus, in a hope to return even the slightest amount of pleasure, a hand moved down and gripped their cocks together; Harry pulled down hard, and suddenly Draco broke away from the kiss, opening his eyes and staring at the other boy.

“That fucking hurt, Potter,” Draco said, thrusting his cock up and out of Harry’s grip, “you’ve got to be gentle,”

“Felt good to me,” Harry said, his hands now having moved to hold Draco’s hips

“Because I have, er, skin down there, it can hurt if you pull it the wrong way,”

“You should’ve told me that,” Harry responded quickly,

“I’m telling you now,” said Draco as he used his own hand to rejoin their cocks, allowing their balls to meet one another, and pulling once more – this time, both could feel pleasure and not pain. However, the pleasure was just a bit too great to handle, and both came in the water. Lost in their pleasure, held firmly to one another, they thrust their groins together, truly ‘crossing swords’, as they rode out their orgasm.

Feeling far too sated, Draco released his grip and floated backwards, breathing heavily, whispering “wow” in intermittent breaths.

Harry too fell back, but due to the less-than-perfect nature of the tub, he fell back against the wall,

“Ow!” he cried in response.

“You alright?” Draco immediately looked over, swimming nearby.

“Yeah, I’m fine...tile’s a bitch, though,”

“Yeah, can be,” Draco said, getting closer. As the bubbles had begun to fade, Harry could observe that both he and Draco were just as hard as they had been before their release, and in need of something more to polish themselves off for the evening, “Listen, I’ve got an idea,”

“Oh?”

“Lie back against the tile wall, outstretch your arms, and close your eyes,”

“Why?”

“Just trust me,”

“Alright,” Harry sighed, stretching out his arms on the ledge, closing his eyes reluctantly.

Draco dipped his head beneath the water and then swum over to the eager Harry. The blonde gripped at the bend in the black haired boy’s knees and Harry let out a shout of surprise Draco couldn’t hear as his legs were lifted out from under him. He gripped the ledge tighter, as it was his only support from falling in the water which was now splashing him because of the movement.

Draco surfaced holding Harry’s legs; Harry let out a surprised hiss when his member was suddenly exposed to the open, cold air. He snapped his head to look straight at it. His dick was just level with his head, still leaking seed slightly, erect between the two. Draco stared at the package before his eyes, before experimentally giving a quick lick over his balls.

“Ah!” Harry exclaimed, flailing around a bit, before refocusing his gaze at Draco, “what do you think you are doing?”

“With luck, I’m going to blow you,” Draco smirked, blowing cool air on the tip of Harry’s cock, “Eager much?”

“Obviously,” Harry said, staring down past his dick at Draco, “it’s a mouth, and it’s going to feel good,”

“Fair enough,” Draco shrugged before closing his mouth around the tip of Harry’s cock and..sucking.

Harry thrust up, driving his cock up to the very back of Draco’s throat, causing him to choke slightly before pulling off completely. Harry was panting and tingling with pleasure, but could still give an evil glare down to Draco.

“What the fuck!” Harry gasped.

“You fucked my throat!” Draco responded in a raspy voice.

“It felt good!”

“Yeah, well it didn’t for me,” Draco said as he gave a cough.

“Does that mean you’re going to stop?”

“No,”

With that, Draco moved his hands down onto Harry’s pelvis, holding it down so that he could once more dip down lick the tip of Harry’s weeping cock. Though he involuntarily thrust up, Draco’s hands stopped him, and so he continued. Harry gasped, and Draco began moving, his mouth and tongue sliding up and down, swirling small circles around the shaft. Harry, breathing deeply, could do nothing but lie back, eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling, seeing tiny stars in the bubbles floating up. However, the subtle scraping of teeth near the base of his cock caused him to pull out of Draco’s mouth in horror.

“Fuck, don’t bite it off!” Harry exclaimed as Draco looked up, “I thought you said you had training in this!”

“Well, I’ve been sucked off, but never sucked anyone off,” Draco shrugged, “and so you will have the same experience when you blow me,”

“What makes you think I’m doing you?”

“The fact that I’m going to stop right now if you don’t swear to do it!”

Though Harry playfully tossed the idea around in his head, he could not imagine allowing their activities to cease here, so he nodded and closed his eyes. He felt the heat of Draco’s mouth swallow him once again, and then felt the ghost of a hand slowly massaging his balls, and he screamed. Every muscle in his body tensed at once and his back arched up, driving his cock deeper into Draco’s mouth as he came. Sharp pleasures coursed through his stomach and groin, causing his thighs to quiver and his body to spasm as he shot his load into Draco’s waiting mouth. As they had already gotten off once before, he didn’t cum much, but Draco nevertheless choked as it slid down his throat.

“Fuck, P-Potter, you could’ve fucking warned me!” Draco complained as he pulled off violently, allowing Harry’s now flaccid body to slide into the bath tub. Though he almost couldn’t give a damn about anything at the moment save for how good he felt, Harry knew he had to keep breathing and so he surfaced from the pool, taking in deep breaths, looking at Draco.

“That was brilliant,” Harry sighed, moving over to kiss Draco, tasting his essence on the tip of Draco’s tongue, “you were brilliant,”

“Of course,”

“Best use of your mouth I’ve ever seen,” Harry chuckled, before Draco gave him a playful slap on the chest, “So, ready for your turn?”

“Actually, I came already,”

“So did I, but we can do it twice, right?”

“No, Harry, I mean, I came whilst, uh, sucking you off,”

“Ooh, hot!” Harry smiled, reaching down to feel Draco’s soft cock floating in the water.

“Yeah, but you definitely owe me,”

“Of course,”

“Maybe later,”

“If you insist,” Harry replied, swimming over to the side, pulling himself up and out of the cooling pool, tumbling onto the tile and lying there, panting.

“But that was good,” Draco commented as he pulled himself out of the pool, towelling himself off before putting on his pyjamas once more. He threw Harry his own pyjamas, and reluctantly, Harry put them on.

“I’ve got to go,” Draco said as he slipped on his bath robe and grabbed his towel, “I told Vincent and Gregory that I’d be back before midnight,”

“Where do they think you are?”

“I told them that I was going to Quidditch practice,”

“In your bathrobe?”

“No, I was in gear, but I ditched it in my locker; I’ve got to get it before I go back,”

“Good luck, don’t get caught,” Harry muttered, still lying on his back, idly tracing over his stomach muscles ‘neath his shirt.

“Night, Potter,”

And with that, Draco left the room, and Harry resided there a further ten minutes, still aglow in the pleasure of the evening. Eventually, reluctantly, he knew that he had to leave, and so he stood up, grabbed his stuff, put on his cloak, and left the room.

Out in the dark corridor, Harry examined the Marauder’s Map to check that the coast was still clear. Yes, the dots belonging to Filch and Mrs. Norris were safely in their office ... nothing else seemed to be moving apart from Draco going to his dorm and Peeves, who was bouncing around the trophy room on the floor above...

Once again, sorry for the wait, but was it worth it? I’m so very excited for what you thought of style, story, plot, smut, everything!