Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

We meet our intrepid heroes at the beginning of Chapter 26 (GoF)...


“You just don’t like Crouch because of that elf, Winky,” said Ron, sending a cushion soaring into the window.

“You just want to think Snape’s up to something,” said Hermione, sending her cushion zooming neatly into the box.

“I just want to know what Snape did with his first chance, if he’s on his second one,” said Harry grimly, and his cushion, to his very great surprise, flew straight across the room, and landed neatly on top of Hermione’s.

Just as they were leaving the classroom, Draco Malfoy coughed and Harry spun around.

“Potter,” Draco said in his usual, forced drawl, “we need to talk,”

“He’s nothin’ to say to you, Malfoy,” Ron said as he turned around, forcing his hands into fists.

“I’ve sent away my goons,” Draco pointed to the doors where Crabbe and Goyle were leaving, “so can’t you send away yours?”

“Ron, don’t worry,” Harry said, shrugging as his friends grudgingly turned away and out the door. Professor Flitwick had run off ahead of everyone to the staff room, so they were now alone.

“Missed you,” Draco said as he cheekily gave Harry a quick kiss; however, slightly paranoid, he pulled back to sit on the nearby table.

“Yeah, missed you too...” Harry said in whisper, finding it odd to be saying those words...to Draco. It hadn’t hit him yet, really, that they were in a relationship; the screwing around was nice, and the two or so nights they had spent talking was alright, and saying “I love you” was different, but he had done (almost) all that with other boys; now, to be missed? What was this?

“So...I was thinking we should go on a date soon...” Draco smiled, provocatively massaging his groin, allowing the ghost of an erection to form.

“Look, Draco,”

“Oh, what? Had your fun, now you’re done?”

“No!” Harry said sharply, “It’s not that,”

“Then what?”

“Listen: the second task is coming up quickly, and I still haven’t prepared,”

“Why not? What was the point of the egg, then?”

“It told me that I would have to rescue something precious to me from the lake, but I haven’t a clue as to how to breathe underwater for so long,”

“Jeez...way to forget that I exist,” Draco huffed, crossing his arms, “Have you forgotten that your...”

“My what?”

“Your, uh,” Draco swallowed, “your boyfriend, me, has access to certain books that no library has,”

“Really?” Harry cocked an eyebrow, licking his lips tentatively; he may have been worried about the ‘together’ thing, but the term boyfriend actually turned him on a bit...okay, a lot.

“Well we should set up a, you know, date, where you come over to my room and...check out some things,” Draco winked.

“How on earth will I get to your dorm?”

“You’ve got an invisibility cloak, and the password is purity, and the dormitory is –”

“I know where it is,” Harry laughed, before quickly slamming a hand over his face.

“How exactly do you know where my dormitory is?”

“Uh,” Harry panicked, shaking his head, “I don’t?”

“Yes, you just said you did...” Draco suddenly strode forward, a shocking look of revelation widening across his face, “YOU jizzed on my pyjama pants in second year!”

“Hot, don’t you think?” Harry grinned sheepishly.

“Ugh...that was...how di d you...what the fuck?...” Draco started rambling, pacing around in front of Harry.

“I have my ways, as you most certainly have yours,” Harry replied immediately.

“Yeah, like what?”

“Like making me hard whenever I look at you,”

“Oh...fuck that’s hot...”

“Or making me cum four times, by myself, in one night,” Harry leaned in, grabbing Draco and rubbing their erections together.

“Now?” Draco squeaked, going wide-eyed.

“Why not?”

“Harry...you’re being so forward...”

“Turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Listen,” Draco said, eventually finding the strength to kiss Harry long enough to distract him and break the embrace, “class starts in ten minutes here, so we can’t do anything. However, you should come down into the dormitory entrance, say around 10:00p.m. tonight; I have my own room, where we shouldn’t be disturbed, and you can look for what you need and be satisfied at least once,”

“Sounds like a date,” Harry smirked, pulling loose his robes to cover his throbbing erection and running off to join Ron in class.


...


After spending twenty minutes just trying to convince Hermione and Ron that he was taking a bath without the egg for a good reason, Harry was finally able to flee out the portrait hole and, invisibly, sneak down to Draco’s dormitory.

Standing at the doorway once Harry got inside was a very cold-looking Draco, slightly warmed by his half-hard erection, which was veiled behind the see-through silk pyjamas he was wearing. He looked like he had expected to wait no more than two minutes to get Harry, but was willing to brave it out in expectation of what was to come...

“Harry?” he hissed in the black quiet.

“Sorry love,” Harry whispered back, “had to keep the friends at bay,”

“Okay, follow me,” Draco waved Harry forwards, down a passage way or two, through a door, past a row of sleeping fourth year boys, and then to a private room, candlelight flooding under the door. Once through the door, Harry found himself in a magnificent room, larger than the first floor of the Dursley’s whole house.

“How the fuck did you get such a huge room?” Harry gaped, throwing off his cloak as Draco shut the door and muttered silencio.

“To be honest, I didn’t really want this; father insisted that I get this room, no matter Dumbledore’s comments on the matter,” Draco said timidly, “but now that I have, uh, you here with me, maybe privacy’s not such a bad thing after all...”

“No, not at all,”

“So, what do you want to do?”

“What do you want to do?”

Draco gave Harry a swift reply with a firm kiss on the lips, and a full embrace. His pyjamas, had it not been for his erection, would have most certainly fallen off his shapeless hips by now, and Harry finished the job. Eager, he too stripped off his pyjama pants, allowing both erections to be finally free in the air.

A bit of tongue here, a grab of the arse there, a fondling of balls here, a suck there, and soon both boys were covered in one another’s cum, lying on Draco’s bed. Both were breathing heavily as they spooned, Harry on the outside and Draco within. Though they were still hard, neither of them really felt like moving. In fact, they stayed the very same way for twenty minutes, Harry tracing his fingers up and down Draco’s smooth chest and Draco gently kissing Harry.

“You know,” Draco sighed, feeling Harry’s cock rub between his legs, I realize that we don’t really know too much about one another,”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you know my favourite colour? Food? Song? Wizard?”

“Green, venom, Imperial March, and Voldemort?”

“Fuck you,” Draco said, breaking the position and rolling over onto his side, facing Harry, “I bet yours are red, cock, YMCA, and Dumbledore?”

“Maybe...well, two out of four,”

“Cock and Dumbledore?”

“Fuck...” Harry said, giggling as he outstretched an arm and tickled Draco slightly, feeling up to his hairless underarms and provoking seizure-like thrusts from his boyfriend.

“S-stop i-ittt...” Draco squealed as he writhed.

“Not on your life!” Harry retorted, grabbing a pillow and engaging a fight which lasted several minutes; by its end, pillows and covers were askew, and both had cum once again. Now, they were sufficiently flaccid, so Draco pulled on his nighttime robes and Harry put on a pair of pyjamas, and the two walked over to a tall bookshelf, loaded with books.

“Ah, this is the one,” Draco said, grabbing one near the bottom, “ ‘Magica Aquae’, by Matilda Webbensfoot,”

“Wow,” Harry gasped, looking over the ancient book; it was at least a hundred years old, studded with rubies, slightly worn around the edges. He opened to the index, searching ‘water breathing’, coming up with three results. The first required the polyjuice potion and a dolphin’s hair (“wtf?” asked Draco), the second suggested transfiguration, and the third needed very rare herbs that could be bought only in Knockturn Alley.

“I could try and get some from my father...”

“No, it would be too late,” Harry said sadly.

“You never know,” Draco commented, pulling a sad face.

“Yeah, I think I do,” Harry wandered over to the bed before plopping down on it, “come here,”

“Oh hells yeah,” Draco practically leaped over, and then jumped on Harry, pressing him into the bed and kissing him full on the lips. Their mouths opened to allow one another passage into the other’s mouth, exploring...

However, sensing arousal growing, Draco pulled off and then snuggled in beside Harry on the bed, nuzzling his hair against Harry’s bare chest.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable in my whole life,” Harry said, idly stroking Draco’s ear with a finger.

“I’ve never felt so...safe...” Draco said, closing his eyes as he listened to Harry’s heart pound softly.

“So...my favourite colour is red,” Harry said after a couple of moments, “I don’t really have a favourite song, my favourite food is not cock, or else you should be worried, it’s actually meat pie, and I do idolize Dumbledore...”

“You were right about the green, I prefer filet mignon to venom, don’t know what the imperial march is, and actually idolize the wizard Merlin. My favourite song is Menuet Antique, by Ravel...I can play it the best,” Draco sighed without opening his eyes.

“You can play it?”

“Yeah, why? Didn’t you know I could play piano?”

“No...” Harry sat up, causing Draco to roll onto his side in a drowsy, sleepy stupor, “I didn’t,”

“Since I was five,”

“Why haven’t you ever said anything about it?”

“Boys might think it too girly,”

“Oh yeah?” Harry pouted his lips, looking oh so sexy, “well I find it hot...”

“You find everything hot,”

“Point taken, and one thing you may not know about me is that my parents were rich,”

“Kind of knew that, sorry,” Draco smirked.

“Okay, you ask me something you don’t know, then,”

“Alright...what’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Licking up cum,” Harry replied after a moment’s thought.

“Whose? You still owe me a blow job!”

“Seamus...we were drunk after the first challenge, and he got off, and though I made sure to save my blow job virginity for you, I, uh, licked his cum off his stomach...”

“That’s really...” Draco paused, his erection growing, “actually kind of hot,”

“My turn – how many boys are you attracted to at school?”

Draco counted on one hand...then two...then used his hand again for three... “about 12,”

“Wow...I am really only attracted to you and, on occasion, Seamus,”

“Well, Seamus is an alright looking bloke,” Draco conceded, “but you’re the hottest on my list,”

“Love you,” Harry kissed Draco,

“Ditto,” Draco sighed – this, truly, was perfection. “Um, how many languages can you speak?”

“Two: English and Parseltongue. You?”

“I can speak English and French, but I know ancient Latin,”

“Wow...dead language man right here!”

“Knock it off...almost all of our spells were invented by the Romans,”

“Oh yeah, then why’d they die?”

“Christianity,” Draco shrugged. Slowly, he began unravelling his robes, allowing his erection slightly more room to enjoy itself in.

“What’s the one thing you wish you could change about yourself?” Harry asked.

“My hair...it takes so much maintenance,” Draco smiled, “but it’s worth it for you,”

“I just wish this damn lightning bolt would leave my head for good,”

“Oh,” Draco said, suddenly realizing that this was getting to a deeper conversation, “play any instruments?”

“No, and I now know you play piano,”

“Right...well, what’s your favourite book?”

“I personally prefer not reading, but if I had to choose, I really liked Ron’s Quidditch book he gave me,”

“I, however, like best Dante’s Divine Comedy,” Draco said, mocking himself with his drawl, “it’s way better than anything you’ve ever read,”

“Probably...”

“Okay...last question, what do you like best about me?”

“Well, it’s a draw between your cock,” Harry said in mock ponder, before being smacked across the head with a pillow, “and the fact that every day I get to know something more about you that I never knew, which I don’t do with anyone else.

“Deep,” Draco retorted, “I think your hatred of your own fame is most sexy, followed by your...tight body...”

“Thanks,” Harry rolled his eyes, “but, I should probably be going,”

“Why so soon?”

“It’s been two hours, and I think they might worry,”

“Fine,” Draco said, folding his arms, “you know the way out,”

“But it’s so hard to take,” Harry said, pouncing on Draco’s bed and pulling him in for a deep, long kiss. No matter how much he wanted to suck Draco off right then and there before going, however, something inside him told him to wait.

“Bye,” Draco waved in ecstasy as Harry became invisible and left.


...


Mostly obedient to Sirius’ wish of hearing about anything odd at Hogwarts, Harry sent him a letter by brown owl that night, explaining all about Mr Crouch breaking into Snape’s office, and Moody and Snape’s conversation.

Sorry for the wait...should have another up ASAP!
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