The Pursuit of Happiness

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::The Pursuit of Happiness- Midnight Study Sessions::

It had been a few weeks since Draco had seen the inside of the infirmary and, for that, he was grateful. “Blaise, would you hurry up and pass that dart? I want to finish up this game and go for a walk.”

Blaise Zabini, a dark haired Slytherin with a wicked grin, handed the dart to Draco and quirked a brow. “You want some company? We haven’t exactly had the chance to be… friendly towards each other, lately.” Blaise walked up behind Draco and put an arm around his waist, pulling him into his chest and kissing the side of his neck. “We could go watch the stars, out by the lake. Perhaps we could draw the Giant Squid out by some sort of passionate display?” Blaise would never tell Draco that he wanted to keep an eye on him, but in all honesty he hated the little 'alone time' walks that Draco took.

Draco shrugged Blaise off and threw the dart at the target located on the wall. “I think I’ll just go by myself. I need some quiet and fresh air. Thank you for the tempting offer, though. Maybe next time, Blaise?”

The darker boy rolled his eyes and shrugged, before making his way to the couch and slumping into the soft green cushions. “As you wish, young Slytherin prince. Just remember that I’m always ready to go for a romp, whenever you are ready.”

Draco smirked and collected his darts from the board, silently adding up points. "I'll keep it in mind." He muttered, as he walked backward toward the couch and deposited the darts in Blaise's lap. "Oh, and I win." The blonde boy grinned and winked at his friend. "I thought you were going to put me in my place."

Blaise shrugged and looked the other boy up and down, with sleepy eyes. "I was barely trying. If I wanted to put you in your place, Draco, you would be draped across my knees with your pants at your ankles."

Draco rolled his eyes, as he picked up his cloak and slipped it on. "Lets imagine you were strong enough and had big enough balls to try that, Zabini. What do you think I would do to you, once I had my wand back in my hand?"

Blaise smirked and closed his eyes, settling deeper into the cushions. "Well, in my fantasy, you come back to me, throw off your clothes, and attack me in the most erotic way imaginable."

Draco quirked a brow and looked at his friend a little bit harder. "You've put a lot of thought into this."

Blaise nodded and yawned, before turning on his side and snuggling the nearest pillow. "I'd let you top, of course." He mumbled, as an after thought, before drifting off to sleep.

Draco shook his head and sighed. "Yes, well, I don't fuck sleeping men, Zabini. Too close to necrophilia, if you ask me." Draco saw that his friend had no coherent retorts, so he turned toward the door and made his way out of the Slytherin common rooms.

Draco made his way down the long dark passages, until he reached the library. It was after cu so so nobody, except Filch and that damned cat, would be out to bother him. Draco went for a certain book and smiled when it let out a cough, as he pulled it from its dusty shelf.

"Mr. Malfoy, come to see me again, have you?" The book sniffed and sighed. "I suppose you need more information on your little project?"

Draco smirked and nodded, as he slipped off his cloak and draped it across the nearest table. "Do all reference books speak in questions?"

"Do all Malfoy's have long blonde hair?" The book asked, grumpily.

"Yes." Draco smirked and took a chair. "Now, answer my question."

The book shivered and ruffled its pages. "Was it a question that my insides could answer?"

"No. Only you could answer it." Draco was getting a sort of little thrill out of teasing the magical reference book.

The book grunted and muttered something almost unintelligible. "Damned kids are always looking to... bother... a book?"

Draco chuckled. "That wasn't a question. You lose. Now, open up to where I had you last time." Draco added a 'please', hoping to soothe the books hurt feelings. "Damned books are always such sore losers." He muttered without thinking, as he read the next passage that he had magically highlighted. "Soy nuts? Why the hell would soy nuts be used? I'm making a potion, not candies." Draco rubbed his face, tiredly, and sighed.

"You always come to the library this late at night, Malfoy?"

Draco turned, slowly, and looked at his captor. "Ahh... Mr. Potter. Take a seat." Draco motioned at the chair next to him and went back to his reading.

"Long time, no see..." Harry looked over Draco's arm and tried to figure out what he was reading. "Where have you been, Draco?"

Draco ran his finger across a few more words and made a face. "Have you ever heard of a potion using basil?" Draco shook his head. "I think this is a muggle recipe book."

The book muttered something into the tabletop and ended the sentence with something that sounded like a raspberry.

Harry smirked and reached over Draco's arm to close the book. "Muggle books don't talk, Draco." To Harry's surprise, Draco didn't try to keep the book open.

To the book's distress, Harry had closed it so that his face was smooshed into the table.

Draco smirked at Harry and allowed the other boy to push his materials away. "Why are you here, Harry?"

Harry almost shivered, as Draco whispered his name in that... way. "I'm here to check up on you. I haven't seen you in almost two weeks. You haven't been in classes and you haven't been roaming the grounds, unless you are just that tricky and I never came across you." Harry felt kind of uncomfortable with Draco staring at him, but he didn't want to break eye contact for anything.

Draco's smirk never left his face. "You're turning red. Are you feeling well? Do I need to nurse you back to health?"

Harry laughed and looked down at his feet, before having his chin tipped back up and a blonde god latched to his lips. "Oh..." He muttered, as a sneaky Slytherin tongue made its way into his mouth.

Draco took full initiative when it came to this kiss. He ran his tongue over Harry’s in a sort of petting motion and traced along the ridges of his mouth. He had the other boy panting and pulling back for breath, sooner than he would have liked. “Harry…” Draco looked at the situation they were in and laughed. “How come I always end up straddling you, as you sit in a chair?”

Harry was dazed, as he looked at the way Draco was spanning his lap. “Well, I have to say… I like it.” Harry’s dazzling green eyes met with Draco’s shining silver and they laughed, until Draco got a cramp and had to slide into the floor.

“Ow… Oh…” Draco grabbed his side and rocked back and forth.

Harry jumped down next to the Slytherin and tried to hold him still. “I know what to do in these situations. Hermione cramps up all the time.” Harry pulled up Draco’s shirt, until he could see his creamy, well-defined stomach. “Mmm…” He hummed as he bent down and blew a raspberry on Draco’s stomach, causing the other boy to kick out and scream.

“Bloody hell, Potter! I will kill you!” Draco laughed and cried, something only women and desperate people are capable of doing.

Harry stood up quickly and grabbed his cloak, pulling it over himself and then laying down across Draco. “Quit squirming.” He said in a hushed, yet commanding tone.

“What are you doin…” Draco gasped when Harry put a hand over his mouth. He muttered angrily behind the hand, until he heard the library door open and footsteps come inside. Draco felt like he was going to panic. Why were they just laying there, where Filch could see them? What was this shiny, transparent material Harry holding around them? A little voice told him to trust Harry’s judgment, while a voice that sounded a lot like his father told him to jump up and blame the Gryffindor for everything.

Harry could almost hear Draco’s inner battle and he couldn’t help but smile. “Imisemise to make this up to you.” He whispered so quietly that he almost didn’t hear himself.

Draco wasn’t sure what Harry had said, but the way he had said it, sending hot moist air across his ear like that, made him shiver. He nodded his head and then got a wicked idea. Seeing as how Harry was still holding his mouth…

Harry gasped when he felt a tongue sneak along the palm of his hand. ‘What the hell is he doing?’ Harry looked down at Draco, shocked.

Draco was doing a pretty good imitation of making out with Harry’s hand, and judging from the insistent erection that he felt pressing into his thigh… Harry liked it.

Harry looked around the room, wildly, searching out Filch. When he realized they were alone again, he took his hand away from Draco’s mouth and replaced it with his lips. They lay there for a while, kissing and running hands up under shirts, feeling for the soft places that made the other coo.

Draco started to get impatient, after a few moments, and he decided to continue his exploration. “Harry, take off your shirt.” He moaned, as Harry pinched his nipple in a slightly rough manner. “Please!”

Harry sat up, slipping his shirt and the invisibility cloak off of him. After doing so, he reached down and unbuttoned Draco’s shirt, using a bit of deftness that he didn’t know he possessed. He opened the shirt and lay down, rubbing their smooth naked chests together, eliciting a groan from the pale boy beneath him. “You’re calling the shots, Draco.” Harry whispered in the other boy’s ear, before taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking on it.

Draco let out a lusty sigh and nodded. “Your pants... open them.”

Harry pushed himself back up and chuckled, as he undid his pants and pushed them down a few inches. “I feel like I’m doing exercises.”

Draco growled and reached up for Harry. “Well, drop and give me twenty.”

Harry chuckled, as he draped himself along the Slytherin and started to hump against the other boy. His pants were moving down his hips, as he ground himself into Draco’s groin.

Draco gasped and shook his head side to side. “I need… free…”

Harry lifted his hips and groaned. The contact was broken, but he knew that it would soon be replaced with something better. “Hurry up, Malfoy.” He chuckled, as he watched Draco pull out his beautiful, hard cock and then reach up to shove Harry’s jeans down his hips.

Draco sighed and looked both of them over. “Okay, resume.”

Harry did as he was told, aligning their cocks and pumping with fervor. “Bloody helle gre groaned, as he felt Draco pump up to meet him. “So much better when you participate.”

Draco thrust his hips up and groaned. Heat was pooling in his groin and he felt his balls get heavy. Draco closed his eyes, bit his lip, and turned his head to the side, as his come coated the boys’ stomachs.

Harry felt the warm spray and it was enough to send him over the edge, gasping as quietly as he could. “Holy, Godric.” Harry slumped down over Draco and shivered. He had no idea how cold it was, until he realized he was lying on the library floor with his pants down his legs, no shirt on, and cum coating his belly. “You must be freezing.” Harry sat up and grabbed his wand off of the table. He cleaned Draco up first, then himself. He sat the wand over to the side, as he worked on putting Draco back together.

“I can dress myself, Potter.” Draco chuckled, as Harry helped pull up his underwear and zipped his pants.

“Well, Mr. Malfoy, I can get myself off, but you were kind enough to help me with that.” Harry saw the cloudy look come and go from Draco’s eyes, and he wondered what it was about. “Already regret humping the boy who lived?”

Draco gave Harry a half smile. “Give me a little credit, Potter. I can’t very well regret it, until I come off of this bloody cloud you put me on.”

Harry smiled and stood up, pulling up his pants as he did so. “Sounds like I deserve the credit.”

Draco sighed and buttoned up his shirt; he was still lying on the ground, because he was too tired to pick himself up.

Harry bent down and helped Draco to his feet. “What were you looking for in that book?”

Draco groaned at looked at the table. “Bloody hell… the book.” Draco walked over toward the book and flipped it over. “You all right?”

The book mumbled and groaned. “Do you think I should see Madame Pomfrey?”

Draco gave Harry a look and shook his head. “Still asking questions, so I guess it’s all right.” Draco went and put the book up, before turning back and finding Harry standing there holding his cloak. “Such a gentleman.” Draco allowed Harry to slip the cloak over his shoulders and to help him tie it. Draco watched Harry bite his bottom lip, as he figured out the clasp up front. “We really should have a formal date, if we are going to do all of this grinding and groping.”

Harry looked up at Draco, in shock. “A… date?”

Draco smirked and nodded. “Flowers, candy, music, candlelight… It could be magical… or muggle if you prefer.”

Harry couldn’t tell if Draco was teasing him or not, and it really grated against his nerves. “When?”

Draco smiled and shrugged. “Hogsmeade weekend is coming up. We could spend the whole time together. Your friends could come along if you feel more comfortable, but I’m leaving my friends to their oevicevices.”

Harry’s face was getting warm over the idea of spending a weekend with Draco. “All right…”

A smile broke out along Draco’s face and he gave Harry a firm kiss on the mouth. “It’s a date then.” With that, Draco left the room in a flourish of cape and attitude.

Harry shook his head, when he remembered that he hadn’t gotten a straight answer about whatever Draco was up to before he came in. That was all wiped away when he realized that he had to figure out how to tell Hermione and Ron… How would he tell Ron that he was going on a date with Malfoy?

TBC

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