Change My World

Of all of the things that Harry Potter had seen in his life, no vision was quite so simultaneously beautiful and horrifying at the same time. Draco Malfoy was completely naked and sprawled out over Harry\'s robe on the floor. His skin was glistening from a mixture of sweat and the slick emissions of the Oleaginous Ranunculus; also known as Buttery Buttercups. In spite of the fact that the boys hadn\'t annihilated the bathroom in their previous detention, Dumbledore still wasn\'t willing to risk more precious parts of the castle to the boy\'s care. For this detention, Professor Snape had assigned them to cull the sickly sweet-smelling fluid from the lurid, yellow blooms reasoning that though it was a messy process, nothing would explode.

Draco had drawn his knees up to his body, his long spindly legs folded and then flattened apart, exposing the perfection of his erection, the oblong stretch of his scrotum, and the shamefully alluring pulsing star fruit of his anus. Both of Draco\'s hands had been teasing at his own length as the Slytherin peered up at Harry\'s speechless form from under the matted locks of his flaxen hair. Slowly he moved one hand down his pale, agile form. His middle finger frustrated the sparse white hairs around his opening as he teased the well-lubricated hole. Then gently he slipped the finger in.

He had never let anyone penetrate him before. In fact, he wasn\'t entirely sure how he\'d gotten talked into this other than that Harry had flatly refused to submit. Citing a tormented childhood including threats of buggery from his cousin, Draco relented, sating himself that he would be Harry\'s first. No matter what the sacrifice, the Slytherin would have the indelible impact on Harry as the first boy he\'d ever fucked.

Watching in fascination, Harry could barely breathe as the long, manicured fingers gracefully stroked in and stretched the bright pink hole. The whole of Draco\'s body worked with this motion, settling in against the wrinkling robe beneath him, dragging it here and there as it caught on his skin; tacky with the buttery substance they\'d managed to get all over each other. This was the first time he\'d seen Malfoy completely undone. He was so very beautiful there between a stand of student desks. Shadows played over his features as the candles flickered and flared in their irregular dispersal of light. Just under the skin Draco\'s muscles rippled as his puffed chafed lips parted and gasped.

Harry reached out a shaking hand just to touch the creamy white of his thigh. His fingers looked so crude next to Draco\'s ethereal skin. Though Malfoy\'s legs were still knobby and spindly from a post-pubescent growth spurt, Harry was certain he\'d never seen anything so lithe and graceful in his life.

Looking down, Draco saw that Harry was still in his shirt and boxers. \"Potter, I\'m naked and putting my fingers into my ass. I think you can lose the tie,\" he taunted as he flexed another finger inside of himself. Draco, true to his proclamation that he was a dissolute pervert, was experimental enough to have probed himself like this before and knew just where that heavenly bundle of nerves within him lay.

Harry nervously pulled at his tie and started to unbutton his white broadcloth shirt. He felt stumpy and ill formed next to Draco\'s long and lean structure. But Harry\'s musculature was actually more filled out than Draco\'s and his skin was lightly bronzed from his having to work in the yard at the Dursley\'s. Draco had never noticed boys before. For reasons beyond his ability to explain let alone comprehend, watching the shirt slide off of Harry\'s supple arms and then watching the progression of his thumbs hooking into the elastic of his white cotton briefs made Draco groan as his cock lurched in his hand.

Staring at the way the elastic gapped away from his concave stomach revealing the squashed peach shaft of his length, Harry screwed up his courage and finally pulled the underwear down over his hips and kicked out of them. His stiff manhood bent down with the fabric and slapped back up against his abdomen, before it bobbed and settled, pointing at Draco. The blond didn\'t miss a beat of this. He stared for a moment at the head of Harry\'s erection, then up to the nest of curls at its base and then up to the blushing face of Harry Potter.

\"Oh god...\" Draco groaned as his back arched and he probed his three fingers deep into himself and languidly stroked at his prostate, feeling his body shudder at the pleasure of it. \"Come on, Harry... do it... fuck me.\"

Harry shakily removed his glasses. The words made him quiver. No one had ever said something so smutty to him. It was so wrong. So exciting. Draco, of course, didn\'t think much of his utterances, but it set Harry\'s abdomen aflame with lust and he stretched himself over the other boy. Draco moved his hand from his erection and slid it languidly up and down the Gryffindor\'s back.

Leaning his weight on one arm, Harry reached down to his cock and stabbed awkwardly between the other boy\'s legs until Draco leered at him and then reached down to line Harry up against his strict band of muscles. For the first time, Harry really saw Draco blush and he bit his lip and turned his head away. Insistently, Harry followed the movement of the Draco\'s countenance with his own and pressed small kisses to Draco\'s lips as he worked up to courage to finally push into him.

\"Wait!\" Draco gasped. His face was now flushed red and the tendons on his neck were strained.

\"Did I hurt-\"

\"No... I should umm... turn over,\" Draco stated as he turned his face away from Harry\'s kisses.

\"I want to face you, I want to watch-\"

\"It\'s...\"

\"I don\'t want you to turn over,\" Harry whispered against Draco\'s cheek. \"I want to do this... I want to-\"

\"I-\"

Harry cut Draco\'s protest off with the slow progress of pushing his length into him. Draco closed his eyes and twisted his head the other way as his brows furrowed in an effort to relax his dissenting interior muscles.

\"Am I hurting you?\" Harry asked again and Draco shook his head but wouldn\'t look Harry in the eye. \"Please look at me, Draco. Look at me,\" he whispered to him. Again Draco shook his head. \"I want to make love to you, Draco. I want you to look at me, please,\" this time Harry whined his insistence and stayed still, lodged deeply inside.

\"Do it now, Harry,\" he whispered.

\"No, I\'m stopping,\" Harry said, feeling as if all of the air had been sucked from his lungs. He started to back out when he felt hands on his biceps. Draco looked up at him and slowly wriggled his body back down, coaxing Harry\'s member into him as he finally met his eyes.

Draco\'s back arched and Harry leaned his weight up. Their eyes locked, Draco extended one hand up to tangle with the hand on the arm the Gryffindor was leaning on. His other hand moved down to stroke himself as they started to work their rhythm together. It didn\'t last long; Harry was a virgin. This was a small mercy as the twinges of pain from being stretched by the untried Gryffindor were causing Draco more pain than he\'d thought it would.

Both of their faces started to flush and a fresh patina of sweat broke out over the glossy secretions they were coated in. Their bodies squirmed and audibly slurped as they attempted to keep purchase. Before long, Draco watched Harry\'s expression contort in an absolvent ecstasy. He watched Harry\'s eyelids flutter as he tried to keep them open as he vocalized Draco\'s name in rasping breath as he came.

Never had his name looked so beautiful, so perfect than when they purred off of the lips of the Boy Who Lived. The \'r\' rolled off of those flawless lips and his name ended with the encircling \'o\' shape. Inside of Draco felt tight and warm and with a few more enunciated strokes from Harry\'s hand, their already slick chests were rewetted with Draco\'s release.

Slowing the tempo down, Harry kept thrusting until his waning manhood became too sensitive to persist. He didn\'t want to stop. He wanted to stay bodily linked to Draco, watching his face in its rapture as he whispered Harry\'s name. Their palms kissed and their fingers squeezed tightly. Harry kissed Draco deeply, although rather sloppily in his exhausted afterglow, and then crumpled against Draco\'s body.

Removing his hand from his spent erection, Draco wrapped his arm around Harry to steady him on top of him as their slick bodies heaved and glistened. Harry rested his head under Draco\'s chin and pressed a kiss to the hollow of his neck. \"I really like you a lot,\" Harry sighed.

\"I\'d hope so.\"

\"Huh?\" Harry asked.

\"Well, I\'d hope that someone who\'d lodged their most intimate appendage into my arse-\"

\"Oh my God, shut up!\"

\"Buggered me senseless-\"

\"Hush!\" Harry squealed as he blushed furiously.

\"Stretched out my boy pussy-\"

\"You\'re horrible, stop it!\"

\"Gave me quite the good seeing to, I\'m surprised if I can walk-\"

Finally Harry had to clamp his hand over Draco\'s mouth. Lewdly, the Slytherin licked his hand but Harry resisted the urge to recoil and kept it there until Draco\'s shoulders stopped shaking in his mirth.

\"I was being nice, and truthful!\" Harry exclaimed.

Draco rolled his eyes and teasingly bit at the fingers on the clamping hand until it was removed. \"Alright, alright, you like me,\" he admitted with a sigh. \"A lot.\"

Harry pulled himself up a little so that he could stare expectantly into Draco\'s eyes.

\"May I help you?\" Draco asked.

After Harry huffed at him and gave him a few encouraging nods. Malfoy stared impassively. Harry broke down and asked, \"Do you like me?\"

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. \"No, I let everyone put their cock up my arse. It\'s the new handshake.\"

Wrinkling his nose and restraining a titter at the caustic remark, Harry prodded on with, \"How much do you like me?\"

\"Would you like that in metric or imperial?\"

\"You know what I mean!\" Harry exclaimed as he reached over to Draco\'s nipple and gave it an abrupt wringing that caused Draco to squeal.

\"I can\'t answer that! What kind of question is that? What are the terms in which I measure how much I like a person? Honestly Potter-\"

\"HARRY!\"

\"Right. Cock up my bum means you\'re Harry,\" Draco quipped. \"I don\'t know. A lot. I let you anally violate me, now you want me to say something that tops that?\"

\"I-- ok. Point,\" Harry admitted. \"When can I see you again?\"

\"Well, I don\'t know, I have detentions all week...\" Draco said wryly. He shifted his hips and Harry\'s flaccid manhood slipped out of him, leaving Draco feeling suddenly physically empty and forlorn. He also felt the distasteful backwash of oily tepid seed descend out of him and pool onto Harry\'s robe.

\"Give me a break, I just lost my virginity!\" Harry fussed as if you couldn\'t ask rational questions after sex.

\"And I took it! Muhahaha!\"

\"Right,\" Harry said and then rolled his eyes. Feeling around for his trousers, he grabbed the waistband and pulled his wand out of the pocket. Their lustrous skin made a strange hissing-popping noise as their lean frames parted, skin sticking to skin, making their separation faintly painful. Then, \"Scourgify\" and the bubbles coated over them and with another flick of the wand, the boys were at least mostly clean. \"So tomorrow then.\"

\"Yes. Prepare for entry.\"

\"What?\" Harry asked. \"You\'re the bottom!\"

\"What? When was I elected bottom?\"

\"I just... you... in!\"

\"So?\"

\"So that means you-\"

\"Oh, pardon me, Pot- Harry, if I\'m not so in on the way homosexuals behave. Had I known I was with such an expert on the topic-\"

\"I\'m not an expert, I just heard that-\"

\"I don\'t care what you heard. I\'m fucking you,\" Draco sniffed.

Harry\'s eyes went wide and distressed. \"But-\"

\"Scared, Potter?\"

\"You wish?\" he tried although this time he looked less certain of his phrasing.

Draco rolled over and winced at the tenderness of his expanded sphincter as he started to grab for his boxers. Seeing the extreme fear in Harry\'s eyes regarding the pain, Draco smirked to himself and then wailed. \"Oh Merlin. The pain! I\'m dying! I\'ll never walk again!\" His arms flailed about as if he were in great pain as his boxers waved uselessly gripped tightly in his floundering hand.

Rocking back on his heels, Harry pulled his pants on and shook his head. \"You\'re not funny. I told you I\'m hung up on it. I just... I don\'t know. I mean Dudley and his gang used to call me a faggot and threaten to bugger me. I told you about that. It\'s just... \"

\"They were right. You are a faggot and you\'re going to be buggered,\" Draco said matter-of-factly as he pulled on and buckled his trousers. Standing carefully, he sauntered up to the desk holding the remaining plants and finished the last couple of phials. Draco frowned at the stems of the violated buttercups that were inexorably crushed in their struggle to keep possession of the liquid he was harvesting. He pulled his wand to scourgify the desk, his pants, his shirt, parts of the ceiling and mysteriously, a cabinet on the other side of the room when everything else seemed unscathed.

Though this gave time for Harry to think and also pull his shirt and glasses back on. He was still unimpressed by Draco\'s cavalier attitude towards his sexual hesitation. Bending over, he picked up the snagged and soiled ruins of his robe. \"Good thing I have more,\" he said with a frown as he curled it up and tucked it under his arm. \"Draco-\"

Sighing, Draco turned to him and gave him a serious look. \"I\'m not going to rape you. Just... plan on it. I really want to-- \" his face twisted up with effort. Intimacy again. But he knew that honesty and the promise of intimacy was the only way to really sell it. He closed his eyes, \"I can\'t believe I\'m about to say this, it is so trite and corny and awful. I want to be inside of you. And dash your stupid cousin and his Muggle lackeys. They don\'t own you or what you do unless you\'re just going to let them. Then again, I\'m probably just saying this because I\'m a horny pervert.\"

\"Who\'s not gay at all.\"

\"Of course not. You\'re the queer.\" Draco opened his eyes again so he could leer at Harry.

Harry wrinkled his nose at him as he ambled to the blond and wrapped his arms around his neck. Draco wrapped his own sinuous arms around Harry\'s waist and pulled him to him. \"I\'ll think about it,\" Harry caved.

Jutting his hips forward to crash against Harry\'s. \"You\'ll do it, you\'re my bitch.\"

The Gryffindor\'s brows rose at him. \"Am I?\"

\"Mine. Yes.\"

Harry couldn\'t quite contain his smile at Draco and leaned in to share another deep kiss with him when they heard Snape removing the locking charm at the door. Quickly, they parted their embrace and stood at opposite ends of the table. Draco\'s sneer reappeared along with Harry\'s irritated scowl.

Snape moved over to the desk and peered at the samples and nodded his approval. \"Ten points from Gryffindor as I\'m sure Malfoy did all of the work,\" Snape drawled.

Draco stuck out his tongue at Harry who rolled his eyes in reply.

\"You\'re dismissed,\" Snape said.

The boy\'s both grabbed their bags and bustled out the door, crowding it as they tried to open it, each boy fighting for the handle. Though there was a scuffle, it didn\'t seem to get too out of hand. If Snape hadn\'t known better, he might\'ve thought he saw Potter grab Malfoy\'s bum on the way out. The pallid man\'s brows rose at the notion, but soon the door was slammed shut, insults were vociferated but muffled through the heavy wood door, then footsteps and then-- quiet.