So Wrong, Yet So Right

Harry trailed his hand up and down his chest, smiling at the image in his head. He then stopped at one of his nipples, gently pulling at it. He moaned at the erotic sensation that ran through his body, before moving his free hand to the other nipple.

He bit on his lip, as he watched Malfoy press his thin pink lips against Snape’s, making the older man groan from the action. He then watched Snape’s hands run through the boy’s blond hair, noticing the smile that appeared on Malfoy’s face.

Not able to hold out any longer, he moved one of his hands down his body, leaving his other hand tugging his nipple. He firmly grabbed onto his hard cock and began stroking himself, as the images continued to play in his head. He had let out another moan, feeling his cock begin to pulsate from his action, requesting faster movement.

He held himself a bit tighter as he rapidly continued to move his hand up and down his shaft, running his thumb over the tip of the head every few seconds. His heart was beating faster now, the sensation coursing through his body.

He arched his back and closed his eyes, taking his hand off his nipple and bringing it to his mouth. He began sucking on his finger, imagining it to be Malfoy’s cock. He curled his toes, feeling his climax about to push forward. He opened his eyes and stared down at his hand stroking him hard, suddenly imagining that the hand belonged to Snape.

He cried out his release, feeling his seed coat his hand a second later. He stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily, as the images continued to stay in his head. He licked his lips and smiled, realizing what he had just done. Sure he had wanked off before, but never like this. For a while now, he had been doing it while imagining Malfoy or Snape, but never both. This was definitely new for him and he had to admit, it was pretty exciting.

It wasn’t hard to understand his attraction to Malfoy. The boy was breathtaking to look at, with his smooth pale complexion and platinum blond hair and gray eyes. He almost seemed angelic, until of course he would open his mouth. Thankfully, he always remained quiet in Harry’s dreams.

And then there was Snape. Harry wasn’t sure when his attraction for his professor had happened, but was truly surprised when it did. The man was not really the attractive type, but there was just something about the way he carried himself that made Harry become fascinated with him.

Most people would have assumed that he would never have an attraction to them, seeing as how they had always treated him horribly through the years, but strangely enough, he actually liked it. Ever since he was eleven and found out he was a wizard, a famous wizard no less, he had so much unwanted attention. Malfoy and Snape were the only two wizards who seemed to be uncaring about his famed reputation, which he secretly admired.

Once his breathing was back to normal, Harry sat up in his bed and cleaned his sticky little mess with his wand. He then pulled back the curtains around his bed, noticing none of his dorm mates were in the room. He figured they were working on their homework and sighed, knowing he should be out there with them, finishing up his own.

He grudgingly rolled out of bed and picked up his books, heading out the door and down to the common room. Sure enough, most of his Gryffindor friends were sitting around working on their homework. He yawned, still a bit tired from his little excitement earlier, and sat down on the couch next to Hermione.

“Doing better?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the essay she was writing.

“Excuse me?”

She stopped writing and turned toward her best friend. “You were pretty quiet at dinner,” she remarked. “And then you had gone straight to your room afterward. We figured you were sick or something.”

“Oh,” he blushed, looking around the room, glad to see no one else staring at him. “I was just tired and needed a little nap,” he lied, hoping that would be enough for her.

She nodded, before returning to her essay. “Ron is mad at you, by the way,” she then said.

Harry rolled his eyes. “What else is new?” he huffed. “So what did I do now?”

“You didn’t stick up for him in Potions,” she replied, looking up at Harry.

Harry sighed, glancing around the room, noticing Ron wasn’t there. When he returned his attention to Hermione, he saw the curiosity in her eyes. “Where is he?” he questioned.

“In the library,” she answered, still studying his face.

He hated being under her scrutiny and needed to get away before she found out any more of his secrets. She was rather good at figuring him out, which irritated him. When he had finally told some of his closest friends that he was gay, she was the only one who didn’t seem shocked by the announcement. He figured she had known for a while, probably even before he did, to be quite honest.

“I’ll go talk to him,” he finally said, wanting to get away from her stares as fast as he could.

*****
Harry slowed his steps, as he walked through the corridors toward the library. He really didn’t want to talk to Ron. He found it to be rather childish to be mad at him because he didn’t try to fight back. He would just have gotten detention anyway if he did. Though, come to think of it, detention with Snape may not have been such a bad idea.

He blushed at the thought, soon noticing he was already inside the library. He sighed as he looked around, spotting Ron off to the side. He then chewed on his lower lip, contemplating what to do. He knew it would be best to get it over with, but he just didn’t want to do it. He was tired of all their fighting over the most ridiculous things and how he always had to make the first move.

While taking another glance around the library, blond hair suddenly caught his attention, causing his cheeks to redden. Malfoy was sitting alone at a table in the back, with his head lowered as he wrote. His cock twitched, when he saw Malfoy lift his head and brush some of his hair behind his ear before looking back down at his assignment.

Harry shifted in his stance, feeling himself getting harder. He then cleared his throat, glancing back over at Ron. He sighed, reluctantly moving forward, thankful that the thought of speaking to Ron had lowered his arousal.

*****
Draco hurriedly worked on his Transfiguration essay, wanting to get to Severus’ chambers soon. He was finally on his last homework assignment of the night and couldn’t wait to finish. Soon his eyes started to become a bit strained, causing him to stop writing and look up, needing to refocus them.

As he caught sight of Potter moving toward one of the tables off to the side, he was suddenly reminded of Potions’ class and when they smiled at each other. He felt a weird rush move inside him and held his breath as he kept his gaze on the Gryffindor, a bit frightened of this new feeling. He had only ever felt it once before, and that was when he realized his true feelings for Severus.

He quickly looked away from Potter, scared the boy would turn around and those feelings would somehow become more real. He shook the thought out of his head, figuring it was just because he was thinking of Severus. He knew it wasn’t because he liked Potter or anything. His mind, heart, and surprisingly hard erection he currently had, would never betray him like that. It was Potter for Merlin’s sake. Besides, he already had Severus.

He closed his eyes tightly, desperately trying to get Potter out of his mind as he began thinking about his favorite professor. He then smiled and licked his lips, imagining his mouth around the older man’s cock, sucking him wildly, while flicking his tongue against the tip.

Glad to be hidden in the back of the library, Draco lowered his hand to his trousers and hurriedly unbuttoned them, wanting to take pleasure in his thoughts. He grabbed his trembling cock and moaned, visualizing his hands running through Severus’ greasy hair. He then saw them move down his naked back, fingernails lightly scratching his smooth youthful skin, as he smiled into those tantalizing green eyes.

He gasped and opened his eyes, quickly releasing his cock when he saw the image had changed to Potter. He slammed his forehead onto the table and quietly chastised himself. There was no way of getting around it, even if he tried. He knew in that moment that he was undeniably attracted to Potter, which just made everything much more complicated.

He cleared his throat, frantically looking over at Potter’s table once more, seeing the boy’s face suddenly turn from annoyance to anger in mere seconds. He furrowed his eyebrows and shifted in his seat, trying to get a better view of the table. He soon noticed the little Weasel sitting across from him, angrily spouting off words. Unfortunately, he was too far away to hear what the prat was actually saying, but knew it couldn’t be good from the look on Potter’s face.

Without giving it a second thought, Draco stood up from his seat and began walking toward their table, curious like the others he found doing the same, at what the two best friends were fighting about.

“What would you have me do, huh?” Harry fumed, ignoring all the stares focused on him and Ron. “Beat him up?”

“You could’ve said something,” Ron argued.

“And what good would that have done? It was a stupid fight to begin with,” he snapped. “And I wasn’t going to get myself a detention because of it.”

“What happened to you?” Ron asked, shaking his head. “It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

“Just because I didn’t want to call some Slytherin a childish name?”

“You rarely fight with them anymore, Harry.”

“Did you ever think that perhaps I’m just tired of fighting all the time and want to live a fucking normal life?” Harry screamed.

“Some normal life,” Ron scoffed. “You’ll never be normal, Harry. You’re gay, for Merlin’s sake.”

Harry widened his eyes in horror, hearing his best friend spill one of his biggest secrets to the entire room. He had told his closest friends that in confidence, trusting them not to say anything. “You fucking bastard,” he whispered, before running out of the library with tears in his eyes.

Draco glared at the redheaded git, outraged by his stupidity. He couldn’t believe he had actually said that out loud. Sure he knew of Potter’s sexual preference (he was gay himself after all), but he also knew Potter wasn’t ready to come out yet. And even if he didn’t like the Gryffindor all that much, he still respected his secret enough not to blab it around, knowing how hard it was when he had finally done it.

“What?” Ron snapped at him.

“How you two remained friends over the years, I’ll never know,” Draco growled, before returning to his table and packing up his belongings.

He then left the library, still astounded by what Weasley said. He could only imagine where Potter was at that moment. He suddenly felt a strong urge to go after him and bit down on his lip, hoping it would dissuade him from going. This new attraction to Potter was too confusing for him. He just needed to get to Severus.

He walked down the corridors, chewing on his lip, as he made his way toward the stairs that led to the dungeons. He kept telling himself not to turn back around and look for Potter, knowing it would do him no good anyway. It wasn’t like the Gryffindor would want to talk to him.

As Draco passed an empty classroom near the stairs, he suddenly stopped, hearing a muffled cry inside. He took a deep breath and backed up, peering inside the slightly opened door and spotting Potter sitting in one of the seats, crying into his arms that were crossed on top of the desk. He stood frozen in the doorway, internally battling with himself on what to do. He knew it was probably smart to just keep walking, but those cries were calling out to him and he couldn’t leave it alone. He took another deep breath, before entering the classroom and quietly closing the door behind him.

Harry quickly looked up, tears still running down his face, staring incredulously at the blond. He had hoped it would be Ron coming to apologize, but was shocked when it turned out to be the last person he ever expected. Well, second to last.

“You okay?” Draco asked, slowly moving closer, unaware how he would react to him being there.

Harry hastily wiped his eyes, watching Malfoy take the seat next to him. He should have snapped at him, or told him to just mind his own business, but for some reason he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth.

Draco remained silent, staring at the front of the room, not sure what would happen if he were to look into those tearful green eyes. He knew he should have just left him alone, but that nagging feeling in the back of his head kept him still.

“I’m sure by now the Daily Prophet has gotten wind of this,” Harry finally whispered.

Draco frowned, turning to look at Potter. His heart ached for him in that moment, seeing the newly forming tears in his eyes. He just wanted to reach out and wipe them away, but knew better than to do that. “I’m sorry, Potter,” he settled on, as hopefully some sort of comfort for him.

“Right, Malfoy,” Harry laughed, looking at him in amusement. “I know you had a good laugh at my expense when you found out.”

Draco sighed, glancing toward the front of the room again. “Potter, you know I’m gay, right?” he then asked.

“Yeah,” Harry answered.

Draco nodded, before returning his attention back to Potter. “I’ve actually known for quite a while that you were,” he confessed.

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise, staring at Malfoy. “You knew?” he gasped. “How?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of gaydar?” he smirked.

“I thought that was just a myth.”

Draco laughed, seeing the innocence in the boy’s eyes. He knew Potter was naïve about so many things in the world and had found it irritating in the beginning, but now he actually found it rather enticing. And in that moment, he realized just how much he wanted to teach Potter everything there was to know about the world.

“So if you knew, how come you never told anyone?” Harry curiously wondered.

Draco shrugged. “I know I’ve been horrible to you in the past, Potter, but I would never go that far to hurt you,” he explained. “It was hard enough for me, when I came out last year.”

Harry nodded, remembering when the gossip had started about Malfoy being gay. He didn’t believe it at first, thinking it was just another way for Malfoy to get attention, but when he learned that a few of the older Slytherins had beaten him up because of it, he knew it had to be true. Nobody, not even Malfoy, would have wanted attention that bad to get beaten up for it.

“Thank you,” he softly said, blushing slightly.

Draco noticed the tinge of pink on his cheeks and inwardly smiled, knowing he had caused that. “So are you going to be okay?” he then asked.

Harry nodded, wiping his eyes one last time to get rid of any remnants of tears. “I guess in a way I’m glad it finally came out,” he admitted.

“I felt the same afterward, too,” Draco expressed, standing up from his seat.

Harry took a deep breath and stood up as well, keeping his gaze on Malfoy. He then licked his lips, noticing the awkward silence that fell over them in that next moment.

Draco nervously swallowed, feeling his heart beat faster as he stared into his green eyes. Those same green eyes he had envisioned earlier when was moving his hands up and down his naked back. He felt his cock begin to harden from the thought and had to bite down on his lip to stop the whimper that threatened to escape his mouth.

“We should go,” Harry suddenly said, feeling his own cock stiffen.

Draco nodded, as they both moved toward the door. Draco opened the door and walked out first, feeling Potter right behind him. He took a deep breath and then turned around, so they were standing face-to-face. “Sorry,” he softly said, noticing Potter’s confusion.

“For what?” Harry questioned.

“For this,” he replied, darting forward and pressing his lips firmly against Potter’s.

Harry widened his eyes in shock, staring into the gray eyes of the boy who was kissing him. His whole body froze, uncertain what to do. This was his crush. He only had dreams about this, never expecting them to come true. Yet there they were, and he was left immobile.

A few seconds later, Draco backed away from the boy’s lips and stared into his green eyes, waiting for some sort of reaction. He nervously chewed on his bottom lip, aware that Potter was probably still in shock from what he had just done.

“Uh…um…uh,” Harry suddenly babbled, feeling his cheeks getting hotter.

Draco smiled at Potter’s nonsensical words and leaned in once more, giving him a quick peck on the lips. He then turned away and rushed down the stairs, before Potter said anything more. He was still surprised he did that, but he honestly couldn’t help it.

He ran toward Severus’ chambers and burst into his room, flinging himself on the man’s startled lips. He moaned as he deepened the kiss, needing to feel his touch more than ever. “Fuck me, Severus,” he growled, his cock pulsing in desire. “Fuck me hard.”