It\'s Just Hormones... right?

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Chapter Title: Chapter 4 - Confrontations
Word Count: 2715
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17 (Observe age restrictions in your country please)
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content
Summary: Harry and Draco are 16 year old boys, and we all know how wonderful hormones can be at that age. Things heat up between them when a chance encounter in the hall leaves Harry wondering about his rival
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry, Draco or anything else belonging to the great J.K. Rowling. No offence is intended in my stories, just having a bit of fun ^_^


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Chapter 4 – Confrontations

Harry Potter was angry. No, angry didn\'t begin to describe how he felt. Pissed, furious, livid, those would be better terms to describe his current mood. And seeing a livid Harry Potter stalking the corridors for no apparent reason was enough to cause many of the students who saw him in passing no small amount of discomfort. Not many of them were willing to admit it out loud, but seeing him upset to this level was a little scary. The air around him practically crackled as he stalked through the halls Sunday late evening, map in hand, in search of one person.

Harry had skipped breakfast after his little run in the hall the day before. He had completely lost his appetite, almost feeling like he wanted to empty his stomach at that very moment and so made his way back to the dorm room to lie down and calm his roiling gut. His mind was in utter turmoil, running back and forth over what had just happened, picking out every small detail and inwardly retching over it. Especially that last kiss. He had no idea what had made him do it. Why would he ever feel the need to press his lips against the other boys? He barely stopped himself from plunging his tongue into the wet cavern before him. He could still taste his breath coming in small gasps from between those moist lips, puffing across his face before they had moved apart. Malfoy\'s face had been flushed with pleasure, his eyes half lidded, and those lips... they had been calling to him, begging him to touch them, lick them, kiss them. Harry couldn\'t keep his mind from those damn lips! So small and pert, so like a girls lips all pink and soft, and for once not turned up in a sneer. He rolled over on his side, groaning to the empty room his woes. There was no way he could resist those lips. Not after what Malfoy had done to him. Not after Malfoy had taken advantage of him.

What the HELL?!? Harry sat straight up in his bed, his anger suddenly present and growing by the second. He was taken advantage of? Oh hell no... he thought. Harry had been taken advantage of most of his life by his supposed family, used as a pawn by the fake Moody, forced to do things all his life without his consent. And now this scrawny pale little blonde thing was going to rape him? This would absolutely not stand. Finally coming to himself he realized had to do something about this. He refused to let himself become a plaything for some perverted little man. He knew that all Malfoy was trying to do was to show his supposed power over him; how he could manipulate him to do his will just like everyone else had tried to do. He began plotting his revenge against his scrawny blonde assailant. He was not exactly sure what he would do, but he knew it would show Malfoy that Harry Potter was not to be taken advantage of.

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Draco Malfoy was worried. No, worried didn\'t begin to describe how he felt. Anxious, nervous, almost scared, those would be better terms to describe his current mood. He was sitting in the third floor boys toilet, closed in a stall going over and over what he had done with Harry Potter of all people. After the initial aftermath of his encounter had worn off, he suddenly began to think. He had jumped Potter in the hall, whipped out his dick and humped the other boy senseless! Draco dropped his head into his hands as he thought of it. What if someone had been passing by? What if they had been caught? What if anyone had seen him, Draco Malfoy, moaning and sweating against the body of the boy who stood against everything he was? He began to giggle a little, thinking of his potions teacher coming upon him in that position. His giggle turned into a chuckle at the thought of Snape\'s face, contorted with rage, disgust and disbelief. Draco almost laughed out loud at this, feeling the beginnings of hysteria coming on and he shook his head trying to dispel the laughter.

This wasn\'t funny in the slightest. If he couldn\'t control himself sexually with someone like Potter, how was he expected to function with any sort or decorum in day to day life? All he had seen was the boy tossing off in the hallway. Why would that have affected him in any way whatsoever? Draco closed his eyes, trying to see past his hormone clouded memories into what had actually happened in the hall yesterday. He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand repeatedly, trying to shake out the reason for his abrupt change in behavior.

Then it came to him.

Potter had been calling his name. Not in sexual ecstasy, but in hatred. In absolute disgust of what he was doing to himself because of Draco. Potter had hated thinking of Draco molesting him, and yet for some reason it was getting him off. Draco had been attracted to the idea of causing discomfort to Potter even in his fantasy, and had to continue it in the flesh. It also explained the reason he had been unable to feel any sort of attraction toward Pansy the night she threw herself at him. She had moaned, yes, but she had been too willing to do his bidding. It seemed, the more Draco thought about it, that he got off on forcing someone to do what he wanted. No matter who or what was involved.

He was considering this when he heard the main door to the bathroom shoved open. He stayed quiet, figuring he would be left alone with his thoughts when he heard what seemed to be paper being folded up and a voice grinding out “Alohomora” right outside his small room. The lock turned and door swung open to reveal the object of his musings standing there with the same hatred in his eyes. Malfoy started almost visibly at the sight and had to quickly regain his composure as he thought of a fitting retort for having been walked in upon on the toilet. Sadly, his mind wasn\'t functioning at the moment.

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“Potter,” came Malfoy\'s sneered greeting. He was sitting all smug and oddly completely clothed on the toilet. But his position was hardly relevant at this moment.

“Malfoy,” was all Harry said before grabbing Malfoy by the hair at the scruff of the neck and dragging him from his seat, quickly covering any protests from the rough treatment with a bruising kiss. Any thoughts he had about what he was going to do with Malfoy were completely altered when he came within visual range of those damned lips. Malfoy seemed to be struggling for freedom, but Harry barely registered the fight. He simply continued plundering Malfoy\'s mouth mercilessly, nipping and biting at his lips harshly and drawing small sounds of protest from his prey. He moved them both backwards to push Malfoy roughly against the side of the stall, moving them both out of the way of the door as he closed and relocked it behind him. His mind was filled with a new punishment for his molestation.

Harry continued his torment of Malfoy\'s mouth, knowing he was probably bruising the skin, reddening the lips he had been so recently brooding over. The thought of how his lips would look after Harry was done with him set his blood to a slow simmer. He knew this wasn\'t the ideal punishment, but it was all he was able to think of at the moment. His mind became shut off to the outside world and he lost himself in the metallic taste of blood now issuing from the small mouth beneath his. A harsh cry was forced out from between those lips as Malfoy got an arm between himself and Harry and tried to push outward. It seemed he was actually going to try and fight this. Fortunately Harry had come prepared.

Pulling his wand from his pocket with a free hand he removed his protesting lips from the somewhat stunned Draco Malfoy and quietly muttered, “Immobulus” moving to quickly steady the suddenly bound boy before he hit the floor. He stood him up against the wall, pinning him with his own body. The spell worked perfectly, seeming to bind the blonde with invisible ropes. He had planned on using this in a different way, but this would do just fine. Malfoy began wiggling in the restraints trying to free himself, glaring daggers at Harry.

“What the hell are you doing, Potter? I swear if I\'m harmed in any way I\'ll...”

“Silencio,” was the next muttered spell, causing Malfoy to become blessedly mute. Yet another spell he was planning on using differently. This was turning out to be much more fun than he had originally hoped. Harry shoved his wand into his back pocket and looked at his prize, watching him writhe, his mouth open obviously trying to yell and yet unable to make a sound. Harry was rather proud of his work. He never would have figured it would be so easy to take Malfoy captive, and yet here he was. Harry moved back from his prisoner, holding him in place and looking him over. His lips, just as Harry had predicted, were red and beginning to bruise. There was a small split in the bottom flesh and it was slowly oozing blood. Harry leaned forward and, holding Malfoy\'s chin tightly, licked the small trail of red liquid from his skin. Malfoy tried to jerk his head free, closing his eyes tightly and pressing his lips together. Harry chuckled and moved back, looking again at his captive.

“You know,” Harry began softly, his rehearsed script fleeing from his head, “I have been thinking of what to do to you for the past day or so. I actually came up with, and discarded, several ideas from just hexing the shit out of you to something much more drastic.” Harry watched Malfoy\'s reaction to his words and was pleased to see his mouth shut and fear in his eyes. Harry laughed quietly, knowing now what exactly he was going to do. “I have to admit, I have been a little distracted by you recently. Since that first day in the hall.” He glanced away, a little embarrassed at having revealed that little bit of information. “I guess I\'ve been a bit obsessed, really. And if I\'m not mistaken, you have too, haven\'t you?” He looked back at Malfoy, seeing the truth in his eyes before he masked them with indifference and sneered at him. Harry laughed again. “Yeah, I thought so.” He brought his hand up to trace the side of Malfoy\'s face with his fingertips, moving down to touch those kiss reddened lips, noting Malfoy allowed the touch for a brief moment before making a show of pulling away. Harry continued. “I don\'t know what this recent distraction with you is, but know one thing Malfoy.” Harry leaned down and his fingers became a vise forcing Malfoy to look directly at him. “I hate you. I will always hate you. You are the bane of my existence. And yet,” he paused, moving closer to ghost his lips against the shell of Malfoy\'s ear, “I want you. For some reason, my body wants to be close to yours.” He moved his hand down the slim Slytherin\'s body as he spoke, slipping across his flat stomach covered in black silk, past his protruding hip bone clothed in fine khaki and across his lap. “And I know,” he pressed his palm into Malfoy\'s growing erection, “you want me too.”

Harry dropped all pretense of threat as a small intake of breath was felt and allowed his body to take over. He was really quite lost as how exactly to make Malfoy react to him, but he knew what he liked himself and so decided to try it out. Any thought of causing pain or anguish on the pale boy fled his mind. This kind of punishment would be much more pleasurable for him and much more embarrassing for Malfoy.

The hand at Malfoy\'s lap pressed down once more feeling the jump at his palm, and then moved away completely. He moved it back up to the waist band of his pants, untucking the dark shirt and working the small buttons apart. His lips slowly traced the rim of the blonde\'s ear, feeling the breath escaping from those... those lips, and rush over his own neck in sweet tingling pulses. Harry\'s own lips moved down over the skin beneath him, tracing a small wet trail down the pale neck while his hands now both moved to unbutton the remainder of the shirt buttons. Once the task was complete he stepped back a bit, watching Malfoy\'s reaction as he pushed the fabric away from his chest. His face was trying to keep up the mask it usually wore, but found it crumbling away under the soft press of fingertips against his skin. Harry continued to watch him, never once breaking eye contact with those liquid mercury eyes. He began to push the shirt from his shoulders. He paused a moment, deciding against taking it off completely, kind of liking the contrast of the black silk against the almost white skin. He did however move it back enough to expose two small pink nipples to the air causing them to harden. Malfoy had shut his eyes tight, either not able to take on the intense gaze or trying to keep his body in check from the whisper of fingers against him. Harry had considered taking him hard, but this slow torture would be more fun. He was determined to make Malfoy moan his name as he himself had done.

Harry licked his lips, bending down to take one hard nipple between his lips. He felt Malfoy\'s chest expand with a deep breath, and Harry smiled around his work. He moved both hands to encircle Malfoy\'s waist to keep him steady against the wall and began to softly pluck at the little nubs with his teeth. He knew it was likely a little painful, but not so much that it would be unpleasant. He could feel a small rumble in Malfoy\'s chest and knew it was most likely a moan unable to escape through his spell. The thought urged Harry to continue, reaching out with his tongue to lap at the nub, slicking it down and then sucking the moisture away. Harry raised his eyes to study the face above him. Those silver grey eyes were open again, watching his every movement as he licked and suckled on his rivals chest. A rosy pink tongue kept darting out to lick small red lips, the cut there no longer openly bleeding but no doubt twinging a bit every time the saliva hit it. Harry made a point of nipping a bit harder at the sensitive skin beneath his teeth and was rewarded with an opening of that sweet mouth and the definite rumble of a deep groan.

Harry moved to the other nipple and mimicked his actions with the first, still holding a now trembling Malfoy by the waist. His eyes had closed again and he was breathing hard through a very open mouth, not bothering to hide his pleasure any longer. He had bitten his lower lip so many times that it was now raw and swollen. Harry couldn\'t simply look at that lip any longer. He had to taste it again. He moved his hands from the slender hips to take his tongues place at the now rock hard and moist nipples. Malfoy opened his eyes a small slit to see Harry staring at his mouth. Harry knew he looked pathetic, staring openly at this small vice. He almost grinned when he saw Malfoy mouth the words Fuck you silently. The feeling was definitely mutual. He also didn\'t care what Malfoy said with his lips. His body said something entirely different. But what shocked him to his very core was what Malfoy\'s lips said next.

Kiss me...

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