I Put On

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. But I'm not sure where to take this. Love you guys. :)


Classes had started several weeks ago and Draco was already drowning in his homework. Sleep was scares and what little sleep he got was replays of the morning that Potter kissed his ear. The hairs all over Draco’s body stood on end when he thought of that morning and he was hating his body more than ever. Draco had shoved the sexual desires as far back in his mind as he could, he was frustrated and he knew that his hand was not going to help him very much with this problem. He needed another humans touch.

Draco stretched out his arms and arcing his back in his chair, he was sitting at one of the desk in front of the windows in the common room attempting to stay focus and do his charms essay. Four more inches to go. He looked down at his muffled hand writing and noticed crumbs from the roll he had been picking at on the parchment, he grunted and quickly brushed the crumbs off on to the floor. He had become such a slob lately.

“Malfoy?” Granger said from the sofa behind him, Draco turned his in his seat sideways and looked in her direction.

“What Granger?” He said raising an eyebrow. Granger looking him dead in the eye, her lips pursed together she obvisly had something on her mind.

“ If you do not mind me asking, I am curious, do you have a lover?” She asked, her cheeks pinking a bit. Draco chuckled.

“No Granger, I do not have a lover. Of any kind. No one here fits my criteria.” Draco said with a smirk.

“No one here fits your criteria?” Granger said, looking back down at her book all most puzzled. Draco sighed.

“Yes, Granger no one. I’m picky.” He said and then turned back to his work. He heard her making a noise along the lines of “hmpt”. He looked back her. “What? You don’t believe me?”

“Oh no, well I don’t doubt you do not have a lover. I do doubt that no one here fits your criteria.” She said, not looking up from her book. Draco looked at her funny, what the hell did she mean by that? Who was she talking about? As far as he knew he was the only one of his kind here. He shook his head and turned back to his essay.


The next morning Draco awoke, bathed, dressed, grabbed his books and went to grab a quick breakfast before running off to charms. In charms he barley paid attention. He doodled on the parchment he was suppose to be taking notes on and had to catch himself from drooling all over the place. He was most focused on heading off to the library after class to study for Transfiguration. He could have swore the class was being drug on an extra hour before Flitwick excused them for the day.

Draco had never walked so sluggishly in his life. He just was all there and had to force himself to wander over to the library. He opened a door to the library and turned a sharp left and zigzagged threw the book cases spotting an empty table and dumping his stuff upon it, pulling out a chair and collapsing into it, he sighed and covered his face with his hands, closing his eyes. He had research he needed to do, but that required getting up and looking for books and he wasn’t sure if he had the effort. The pent up sexual frustration and school stressors had drained him of his energy.

He pulled his quill, ink and parchment, laying it out on the table in front of him. Draco stared down at his things and tapped his foot before pushing himself up from his chair and walking over to a book case. He needed a book having to do with cases involving unregistered animagus’s. Turning wine to water, no. Turning rabbits into trees, uh no. Draco stopped and leaned his head against a shelf on the bookcase and closed his eyes. His eyes where fuzzy and he felt a bit light headed.

Draco’s eyes snapped open, hands where on his back, running up, lightly squeezing his shoulders then running back down and moving to his sides, following the slight curve of his hips down and then back up and on to his back. Draco turned around, and leaned against the book case behind him, facing the person who had been rubbing his back. There before Draco was Potter staring right at him. Before Draco could say anything or even move, Potter had launched himself at Draco, lacing his arms around Draco and crushing his lips down onto Draco’s.

Without even think Draco wrapped his arms around Potter’s waist pulling him in closer. He kissed Potter back roughly biting lightly on his bottom lip as he broke the kiss, making Potter moan and push their lips back together, his tongue entering Draco’s mouth. One of Draco’s hands move up from Potter’s waist up to his cheek, his thumb caress it gently. The rough kisses continued and one of Potter’s hands clasped on to Draco’s ass and shoved Draco’s hips up against his, their erections rubbing up against each other’s pelvises.

Potter pulled his face back from Draco, looking him in the eye, his glasses askew, one hand still firm on Draco’s ass. They were both breathing heavily, just looking at each other, trying to catch their breath.

“N-n-no one, has ever… kissed me… that passionately.” Potter said with a crooked smile. “Must be a Malfoy thing.”

Draco chuckled and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t willing to admit it to Potter but he had all so never been kissed like that before either. The heat in their kisses could have easily melted metal. Draco’s hand moved from Potters cheek to his hair, where he ran his fingers through. Potter closed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his forehead against Draco’s shoulder while Draco ran his fingers through Potter’s hair. The hand that still rested on Potters back slowly started to caress his lower back. Draco turned his head towards him and kissed his head and nuzzled his nose in Potter’s hair.

“You’re not half bad Potter. Not bad at all” Draco said.

“I expected you to say something along the lines of that.” He laughed against Draco’s shoulder. He lifted his head and looked into Draco’s eyes again. He leaned forwards and kissed Draco, running his tongue lightly against Draco’s lips and then breaking the kiss. “I should let you get back to looking for books. Same time on Thursday?”

“Sure thing Potter.” Draco said giving a little smile and running a hand down the side of Potter’s face. “I’ll be here.”

“Good.” Potter said and then kissed him again. He gave Draco’s ass a final squeeze and then released it, turned and walked away and out of Draco’s sight. Draco just stood there, looking in the direction Potter had left, his erection throbbing up against the zipper of his slacks. He couldn’t look for books now, he needed to bathe. He had to give his body some sort of a release. Draco walked over to the table quickly packed his things and then left and headed to the commons.

He slid into the commons room, glad to see that Granger wasn’t there and walked quickly to his room. He dropped his things on the floor once in his room and rushed into his bathroom. Quickly turning on the faucest to his bathtub, hot water and dragons blood scented bubbles. Draco stripped of his clothes and tried his hardest to ignore the swollen member between his legs. When the bathtub was filled to his needs, he eased himself in, sighing as the warm water engulfed his body.

One of Draco’s hands slid down his chest, his stomach and on to his crotch, fingers encircling the base of his erection. He closed his eyes and saw Potter sitting in front of him, looking up at him, his hand around the base and he began to stroke. Slow, long strokes rubbing his palm over the head of his erection and then moving down, then the pace quickened and the strokes became shorter. Draco leaned his head back as his hand moved as Potter’s did in his mind.

His palm twisting slightly, while stroking him, Potter’s eyes watching the reaction on Draco’s face. Then he did it, Potter leaned towards Draco’s erection and kissed the tip sloppy. Draco’s eyes flew open and he felt himself release, tension flowing out of him.