Why him?

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The last few days have gone really excellent; I never thought that it would be that easy to get into Harry's pants, and that made me wonder how many others he has been with. I know it wasn't my business; I didn't need to know who Harry chose to share himself with. I chose to fuck everybody so if Harry did the same thing then he wouldn't be any worse than me.

One thing I started to notice was that Harry always ignored me during the day... it was like he didn't even know I was there. Of course that was a good thing but I wouldn't mind a glance once in a while. I wondered how he could do that and yet be so passionate at night, but he was the Golden Boy and if anyone discovered he was with me he could be in big trouble, so he did the right thing.

A few times I found myself wondering how things would be if we were in a relationship, not that we could be in one. His fame is one problem; I'm not that interested in being in a relationship where everything I do will be front page news. His friends are another problem; while my friends can get over the fact of who he is, his friends will always see me as a Slytherin and nothing more, and I knew they would never trust a Slytherin. Of course, Harry himself is another problem, or rather I am since I'm not a person who can be in a relationship. I have never been with anybody to know for certain, but I'm sure I wouldn't do a good job. I would certainly cheat, and be an insensitive partner seeing as I always need to be in control and win all the time.

Thinking like that is not good for me; why would I ever want to be in a relationship? The single life is so much better... there are a million things I won't be able to do if I was in a relationship. My emotions had gone haywire and I need to get them under control. I would never be in a relationship so fantasizing about it was out of the question.

I realized that today was the last night I would be waiting for Harry. Thinking about what would happen made my whole body tingle, and not in a good way. There’s only one thing I want from him now, and I only have this last night.

As I waited in the hallway that evening, I wondered if Harry might let me fuck him right here in the hallway, but I doubted it. Gryffindor pride and all that nonsense.

My heart jumped when the door slowly opened and Harry's messy hair came into view. Aggressively he walked up to where I was hiding and we kissed. This night, before he could take the lead, I spun him around and pressed his chest against the wall, fisting my hand into his hair and pulled it to the side so I could get a clear shot of his neck. I could bite him, lick him or kiss him, the possibilities were endless, but I needed to tell him what I wanted before we were both lost in the heat.

“I want to fuck you Harry,” I whispered softly in his ear, feeling his whole body tremble underneath me as I spoke. Maybe he wanted it, maybe he would let me fuck him right here in the hallway... I’ve done it many times before anyway. “Let me fuck you, I need you so badly.” I didn't wait for him to answer before I started to kiss him and open his shirt, but he stopped me before I could go further.

“No, not here,” he breathed. “Meet me on the seventh floor in fifteen minutes.” And then he left me. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit betrayed, but I reminded myself that, so far, he hasn't ran away from me. I had no reason not to trust him.

The minutes felt like hours, but I managed to wait until it was time to leave for the seventh floor. Walking up the stairs wasn't better than waiting; my cock was harder than it had been in a long time so every step was like torture. When I finally reached the seventh floor I couldn't see him and, again, I thought the worst. Was I going to be left there to wait until the sun came out?

Before I could decided whether to stay or go, a door opened up and I found my wand. Luckily for me I realized that it was Harry standing there and not someone who wanted to attack me. In a bad way that is, because Harry looked like he was ready to attack me in an entirely different way, and he did when I didn't move. His body slammed into mine as he wrapped his arms round my neck and his lips brutally attacked mine. Before I could act he dragged me into the room behind him and closed the door. I can't remember there being any private bedroom in the school, but this wasn't the time to ask why this room was such a secret. After we werere done we would have plenty of time to talk.

Harry began to pull of my shirt and I let him, enjoying his eagerness. Anyway, I would be taking charge again soon enough. Whenever he touched me I got goosebumps; how could one boy's touch affect me so badly?

It was time to take over the situation before Harry made me forget what I was after. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him backwards onto the bed. He looked up at me with begging eyes, and I knew exactly what he wanted from me; he wouldn't have to wait for much longer. After we both undressed I lay down besides him and kissed his neck before moving down to his nipples, taking each of them into my mouth before moving down to his cock. Before I did anything else I found my wand and used a cleaning and lubrication spell on him; I want him to moan in pleasure, not in pain. His body trembled when I licked his cock from base to tip. While he was moaning from the attention his cock was receiving, I found his entrance and softly pushed my finger inside him.

I could see that it wasn't comfortable for him so I let my fingers rest inside him and continued to suck his cock. When he had forgotten about the finger I moved it out and in again, and this time he started to relax. I added a second finger when I thought it was safe; things were fine until he tensed again.

“Relax Harry,” I purred. I didn't see his face but the muscles around my finger didn't loosen up, and playing with his cock didn't help either. “Relax for me, Harry.”

I had two choices: stop and wait until Harry was relaxed, or continue until I found the spot that would make him forget about the pain.

I should have waited, but how could I when Harry's spread legs were opened for me and his entrance was calling me? If it was somebody else then maybe I could have held back, but not with Harry. I pushed my fingers inside him and began the search for Harry's spot. When his whole body trembled and shook in ecstasy, and he moaned loudly, I knew I had found it. I waited for him to slow down before softly brushing over his spot again which sent his body into another trembling state. A third finger joined my other two and I began to stretch him, brushing his spot to make him forget the pain I was causing.

When I thought he was prepared enough, I moved up on top of him.

“Don't stop,” he begged in a voice filled with passion and lust.

“Do you want something better inside of you, Harry? My cock for instance?” He gasped when I mentioned my cock. Maybe he liked it when I talked dirty to him; after all, I knew he liked me brutal. “You want my cock, Harry?” He licked his lips and nodded. “Tell me how much you want me, then.” I thought he wasn't going to say anything but he surprised me.

“I want you so badly that my body hurts.” His soft voice sent lightning-like shocks through my body and down to my cock that was hurting even more.

“What do you want me to do to you, Harry?”

“Fuck me,” he rasped. I growled in excitement and pushed my cock deep into him, and for a second I forgot everything around me. When I came back to reality and remembered Harry, I moved and tried my best to brush my cock against Harry's spot. He was moaning, but not in pleasure and that made me worry. However, I knew that it wouldn't take long before he would forget the pain.

Then Harry's back suddenly arched and he fisted the sheets so hard that his knuckles turned white; I knew at once what caused that tremendous pleasure. Now that Harry had gotten over the pain I could focus on everything else, bringing both of us to an orgasm.

I slammed my body hard into his, enjoying every thrust that brought our bodies together. Harry made the most amazing noises I’d heard in a long time, moans and screams, begging me to fuck him harder, faster and just to wait sometimes. We continued to move like that for what seemed like hours; hard and passionate, kissing and screaming in harmony.

Harry's moans became irregular so I guessed he wasn't far from coming, I wouldn't last much longer myself so I grabbed Harry's cock and pumped it in the same rhythm as our lovemaking. He whispered something but I was so far gone that I didn't understand him, and then he came. If I came at the same time it would have been amazing; Harry's orgasm almost made me forget my own.

When I was done I fell onto him. My ear was pressed against his chest and I listened to the fast rhythm of his heart that was very slowly starting to calm down. The sound hypnotized me until I almost fell asleep on top of him. Growling, I pulled myself away from him; maybe we could fall asleep like that another time. But I don't want it another time, I thought to myself. I'm supposed to get over him now, after I have had him. My heart hurt a little when I thought about leaving him, which was strange because that had never happened before with others.

“I need to go,” I said strongly. Harry still didn't move, maybe he was sleeping.

“Why?” came his small voice, indicating he was awake.

Because if I stay I will never want to leave you. That was the truth but it wasn't something I would want to tell him, it was probably a mistake anyway.

“It's getting late.”

“Let’s talk for a minute,” he said, a slight whine to his voice. I wanted to say no but when he looked at me with his beautiful, big, green eyes I couldn't deny him.

“What about?”

“What will happen after this?”

This was something I’d thought about a lot lately, and my conclusion was that it could never work out.

“I don't want it to end,” he whispered, and I knew that I should stop him before he began to think about us two together.

“You know that we can't stay together, there are so many things that will play against us: friends, family, and society.”

“If I thought it couldn't work I wouldn’t have given you my virginity.” he said, his voice flat.

That scared me; if I knew he was a virgin I would never have wanted him this way. Everyone knows that most virgins think their first time is with someone they belong to.

“I didn't know you were a virgin,” I said a little defensively. How could he, the saviour of the world, the boy who had girls and boys throwing themselves at his feet, be a virgin? “Think about it, Harry, even if we both wanted it nobody else would let us.”

“You don't want to be with me? Why did you start this if you didn't want to be with me?” It was clear to me that he was hurt, but what surprised me even more was that I felt like I had done something awful.

Harry got up from the bed and began to dress himself; I wanted to stop him but it was better for him to just leave thinking that I didn't want him. At least then I wouldn't have to hurt his feelings even more.

“You will get over it in the end, Harry. Everyone does.”

“If I knew what you really wanted then I would have hexed you harder the first time,” he snarled. “I thought you were different from everybody else.” How could Harry think that I was different from the rest of the people who wanted to get into his pants? He didn't even know me! We’d never even talked together... “I guess I'm the one to blame.”

After he left, the room was unnervingly quiet. I realized that I might have done something exceedingly bad; being here without Harry felt wrong. But this is the way it should be, me alone.