The Erotic Adventures of Potter And Malfoy

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I am well aware that a shower room is not mentioned in the description of the Prefects Bathroom given in GoF. There is such a thing known as narrative license and I am exploiting it to the full.

And no, these characters aren\'t mine, and I\'m not making profit, so don\'t sue me.

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Chapter 4


Malfoy was restless. He couldn’t stop thinking about a certain person, and he couldn’t sleep in this stuffy, airless room. He shifted and rearranged his sheets and blankets, which had been pressing rather uncomfortably on his persistent erection. Malfoy had a vague idea of the consequences of potentially noisy masturbation is the same room as Crabbe and Goyle and promptly dismissed the thought with a more than faint feeling of disgust. Malfoy squirmed, realising that he was still all sweaty from his encounter with Potter and climbed out of bed quietly. With the earth-shakingly loud snores of Goyle, who had forgotten to cast the Malfoy-enforced Silencing Charm around his bed, masking any sound of his movements, Draco quickly grabbed his cloak, put it on over his pyjamas and vanished down the stairs to the Common Room.

Malfoy made his way slowly and carefully along the corridors of Hogwarts, keeping a wary eye peeled for Filch and Mrs. Norris. At one point he thought he heard movement and kept silent, looking for Filch’s lantern or Mrs. Norris’s lamp like eyes. He got to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, found the fourth door to the left and, leaning close to it, whispered the password.
“Pine Fresh.” The door opened slowly and Malfoy darted inside, shutting it hastily after him. Reluctant to fill up the swimming pool sized bath up only for himself, he picked up a towel from the corner and walked over to the opposite doorway, which led to a large square room, the floor lowered and with a drain in the middle and 12 large golden showerheads projecting from the white-tiled walls. Each showerhead had a large control beneath it that allowed the user to vary the flow and temperature of the water. Malfoy stripped his cloak and pyjamas off and bundled them up, placing them in one of the wooden cubbyholes in the other room, then walked naked under a showerhead, releasing a warm jet of water that enveloped his body. He sighed and tilted his head back, letting the water cascade onto his face and wetting his hair.

Malfoy reached out to the golden wall rack next to the shower and took the little bottle of Mrs Skowers All-Clean All-Fresh Magical Shampoo with Added Extra Shine Conditioner out. Squeezing a generous amount into his palm, he reached up and slathered his dripping wet silver hair. He massaged his scalp slowly and hummed to himself, not hearing the door open and shut quietly.

Malfoy nearly jumped out of his skin when another pair of hands touched his in his hair. He choked back a yell only by biting his lip so hard it nearly split. He turned around furiously and saw nothing. He fell silent, his eyes wide with fear, when he heard a soft chuckle.
“Really, Malfoy, you don’t have to look so scared.” Harry snorted as he pulled off his Invisibility Cloak. Malfoy spluttered incoherently with rage for a second before he saw Harry’s nakedness and fell silent again.
“Malfoy…” Harry moaned softly as he stepped under the shower water as well and kissed him, pinning him painfully back against the wall. Malfoy held him off with his arms, avoiding the kisses.
“Potter, how did you know I was here? I don’t understand.”
“Well, if you were as hot and sweaty as I was, then it’s logical that you’d want a shower, because you’re not enough of a slob to do it tomorrow. Also, you’re a prefect. Ergo, you’d use the prefects bathroom, as it’s the nicest.” Harry was buggered if he was going to tell Malfoy about the Marauder’s Map. Instead, he pressed his lips to Malfoy’s again. They kissed under the hot water, pressing against each other and gasping in the steam.

Malfoy had to hold onto the shower rack for support as Harry sank to his knees and took him in his mouth. He sucked and licked at him, the warm water plastering his black hair to his head and misting up his glasses. He took them off and themthem into the shower rack, before taking Malfoy in his mouth again. Malfoy’s knees shook and he moaned again, hot water running down his skin, hot mouth and tongue sending shivers down his spine. He felt himself beginning to thrust, so he pulled away and knelt of floofloor with Harry, whose eyes widened.
“Malfoy….” He whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise of the shower.
“Potter…you want this?” Malfoy hardly made the sentence a question. Harry met his eyes, which lo all all the greener for him taking his glasses off, nodded dumbly and shivered at the thought of what was to happen. Malfoy nodded and moved behind him. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, coating them with saliva and slid one into Harry, who grit his teeth at the intrusion. His muscles tensed around Malfoy’s finger, and then he forced himself to relax and Malfoy began to move the finger gently inside, moving it slowly in and out of him, loosening him slightly and brushing against the sensitive spot inside him. Harry moaned and Malfoy took that as a sign to introduce the other finger and scissor them inside him.
“Malfoy…just fuck me, oh god...” he gasped breathlessly. Malfoy grinned and positioned himself behind Harry, spitting on his fingers again and sliding them around his cock. He pressed into Harry, who braced himself against the cold tiles, and felt Harry give around him.

Closing his eyes tight, Harry tried to relax as he felt Malfoy enter him. It didn’t really hurt; it was just that the stretching was uncomfortable. Malfoy continued to sink himself deep insidery ary and he didn’t stop until he was entirely sheathed, his fingernails sinking into Harry as he gripped his hips and stilled himself. Harry dropped his head down at the fullness inside him and he struggled to raise it again, the pain and slight glimmerings of pleasure, making his eyes half-closed.
\"Please…” he croaked, need overwhelming him.MalfMalfoy slowly pulled out and slammed back in again, so that Potter cried out loudly in discomfort, but Malfoy didn’t care and he thrust into Potter again and again, little grunts of pleasure torn from his throat at the tightness around him. He dug his nails in slightly, eliciting a hoarse moan from the lithe body beneath him. Potter bit his lip, his breath hissing between his teeth as he felt the hardness moving rapidly inside him.

Harry trembled as he rested one forearm in front of him on the cold tiles and rested his forehead. His body moved as Malfoy drove into him repeatedly, and he wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it desperately as Malfoy increased his pace, shaking with the onslaught of his orgasm.

Groaning with sheer pleasure as his own orgasm overtook him, Potter nearly collapsed entirely as he felt Malfoy’s hold on him tighten and heard him moaning in pleasure as he came densidnside.

His hold slackened and Malfoy remained still for a minute, before pulling out of Potter. Warm water still rained down upon the two gasping boys, washing away all the sweat on their skin, as theyped ped and moved to kiss one another again.
“You gonna leave me now?” asked Harry resignedly
“Jesus, Potter, I’m going to have to. We can’t stay here after all, it’s almost 3am. If it’s any consolation, I don’t really want to.” Malfoy lowered his head and kissed Harry again.
“Why do we do this?” Harry asked, tilting his head back and groaning as Malfoy sucked lightly on his neck. Malfoy pushed his wet hair out of his eyes.
“I don’t know.”

Together they rose from the cold tiles that had been pressing uncomfortably into their knees. Together they towelled themselves dry. Together they put on their cloaks and left the bathroom. Together they pressed as they shared a last kiss. And then they parted, running up to their own dormitoriesoughough the sleeping castle.

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Hey, I\'m not finished yet, don\'t worry. There\'s a big fat bunny sitting in my head.

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