Change My World

But I keep on a comin\' here and standing in this state
And I\'m never really sure if you\'ll take what I\'m saying the right way
But I\'m not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that\'s sittin\' in the back
It isn\'t me
Oh, no, no, no it isn\'t me
I\'m more at home in my galaxie
-- Blind Melon


It was dreadfully difficult for Draco not to cackle when Snape informed him that his next detention with Harry was going to be in the nefarious snogging depot of Hogwarts; the Astronomy Tower. It was either divine providence, utter madness, or someone was really, truly naive about what was going on between the boys. Either way, Draco didn\'t care. Out on the extended balcony looking at the stars gave a perfect romantic backdrop for the Slytherin to claim Harry\'s ass. Literally. And so he went on to class Monday morning, trying desperately not to skip.

It had been rather unfortunate in some ways that their last encounter had been on Friday night. While they had assumed that their detentions would continue on Saturday and Sunday nights alone and together, this was not the case. Instead they were stuck plowing the greenhouse with several other students under the heat and filtered light of the hothouse windows. Seeing that these detentions were going to involve labor, and the fact that the sunlight and heat gave no opportunity to violate Potter, Draco feigned heat stroke and spent the majority of the weekend lolling about in the infirmary pretending to be dehydrated and weak.

Harry, on the other hand, spent most of the weekend clenching and unclenching his brown eye. Prior to the Slytherin\'s departure whenever Draco glanced at Harry, the Gryffindor involuntarily constricted his sphincter. This was made worse when, just before Draco passed out in the green house, the blond pulled his hands up in front of his face and made a circle by curling his fingers to his thumb and poked his index finger through it while straining his visage as if in pain. Harry paled, and Draco leered. In the blink of an eye after his rude gesture, Draco was down in the dirt in an alleged faint.

Of course, Harry hadn\'t seen him since that little event and by Monday morning, he was nearly desperate to lay eyes on the boy, if only to make the image of his lewd gesture go away. He wasn\'t sure how he felt about the assignment of cleaning out the telescopes that night. Although if he were going to allow Draco to- to- do that... well, perhaps the Astronomy Tower was a good place. Still, he shivered a bit at the thought and felt himself clench again. As McGonagall emphasized \"no magic\" to Harry as he spoke to his own Head of House about the current detention he could almost hear Malfoy grumbling, \"No magic my ASS.\" The thought made Harry smirk as he headed to class.

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\"If you\'re not going to umm... penetrate me... I don\'t understand why you need them off,\" Harry said, leaning against the half wall of the outdoor portion of the Astronomy Tower. His shirt and tie were still on but his trousers were off. Draco knelt behind Harry, pale hands pressed against the warm flesh of Harry\'s ass, covered by an annoying pair of briefs that he didn\'t seem to be able to be able to convince Harry to remove.

\"Look, I\'m just going to... I\'ll touch you, but I won\'t put anything in you, all right? Not until you ask,\" he pleaded. He was so close, so very close. His prick burbled against his thigh, begging for more intimate contact. Draco was on a mission. He was going to bugger Harry Potter. No matter what it took.

\"I don\'t know. Can\'t you just leave them on?\"

\"Harry, I\'m not going to fuck you until you ask me to. If and when you ask, then I will do it. But not before.\"

\"Well when I\'m ready for you to... umm,\" he gestured over the wall as if Draco could see it. \"Then we can take them off!\"

Draco closed his eyes and took in a long and irritated breath and pulled his lips over his teeth and pressed them together as he forced himself to count to ten. \"Just. Take. Them. Off. I\'m. Not. Going. To. Hurt. You.\"

\"No.\"

Draco gave heavy consideration to pitching the boy who lived off of the edge of the tower. It wouldn\'t be hard to do, and he might even be a new Death Eater hero... but no. There was no better trophy for his sexual prize closet than Dumbledore\'s Golden Boy. And maybe, just maybe-- No. No this was about trophies and possession and simple bastardly territorial pissings. He did NOT have FEELINGS for Harry Potter. Never. \"May I put my hands under your pants, then?\" he asked.

Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot considering it and then drew in a long and shaky breath and nodded before saying, \"OK, but don\'t-\"

\"Harry.\"

\"I know just... it\'s going to hurt.\"

\"How do you know?\"

\"Because I... tried... with my finger.\"

Draco had to bite his lip not to snicker at the idea of Harry clumsily jabbing his finger into his own rectum. \"Well, look, I won\'t lie to you. It will be uncomfortable, but I know how to make it feel better, there\'s a-\"

\"I know about the prostate Malfoy, I\'m not completely ignorant,\" Harry snapped.

Again he counted to ten. This would be worth it, he reminded himself. It had damned well better be. Slowly he pushed his fingers up under the white fabric and his digits tenderly kneaded at the curve and weight of Harry\'s flexing cheeks. Harry took his glasses off and set them on the ledge next to him. He then closed his eyes and rested his face on the stack of his hands in front of him. \"That feels... nice,\" he whispered quietly to Draco.

In response, Draco started to pull at Harry\'s pants, sliding them down off of the boy\'s hips. This time Harry didn\'t object, but allowed the elastic to pull at his skin and his prick until it cleared his hips and fell uselessly down to his ankles. Leaning in, Draco started to kiss and trace patterns on Harry\'s cheeks with his tongue as his fingers continued to grope at him. The sensation of the balmy muscle over his flesh followed by the cool of the air made Harry tremble in pleasure and his breath started to catch erratically.

At first he wasn\'t quite conscious of what was going on. He could feel Draco\'s face against the skin of his bum and the press of his lips and the gentle circular massage of the blond boy\'s hands kneading him. But all at once he became very conscious of the fact that his cheeks were being pulled apart as the hands moved in their circular pattern. Feeling his sphincter exposed to the air, he was about to object when he felt Draco\'s tongue swipe in over it. At that, Harry cried out in a quivering bliss.

The Gryffindor was about to turn around and ask Draco what he was doing when he felt the lush heat slide over his hole again and the words caught out in a vocalized \"eck!\" It occurred to Draco to say something, but feeling the boy starting to project his ass towards him convinced him that words would only ruin the moment. So instead he draped his lips around the opening and twirled the tip of his tongue over the waxy ribbing of Harry\'s band of muscles.

To Harry it seemed vulgar and disrespectful to allow Malfoy to continue doing this. It wasn\'t as if he\'d asked him to however, and the feeling of it was... it was so silky and yielding and nothing at all akin to what he\'d experienced with his own untrained fingers pressing into himself. This was delicate and it made him break out in a mild sweat as he gasped for more air. Pressing his forehead hard against his flattened hands, he felt the reflected heat of his breath blowing on his face as his nerves twitched over his body. Just when he thought that the sensations couldn\'t become any more intense, Malfoy\'s hand move from groping his buttocks around his hip to grip his manhood firmly and he began to stroke.

At this, all shame drained from Harry\'s consciousness. There was only the gratification of feeling of Malfoy\'s sinful tongue and the immense need to rut into his hand. The Slytherin pressed the flat of his tongue against the clutching opening. Even as Harry worked his legs further apart, Draco remained steadfast in not probing his tongue into the boy until the Gryffindor finally sobbed out, \"More!\"

Feeling the boy\'s ass pushed fiercely into his face and at the resonance of that gloriously releasing four-letter word cried out with such anguish, Draco dexterously pointed his tongue and let it infiltrate the Gryffindor. Allowing himself a moment to silently gloat, his heart fluttered at the thrill of it. He was inside.

Draco allowed his tongue to explore the pliant walls of Harry\'s cavity as his lips kneaded and sucked around the opening, eliciting further groans from the teen. Draco had never done any such thing as this before. But he wanted Harry and he was fairly certain this would get to the Golden Boy. His gambit proved correct as he noted Harry\'s body flexing wantonly against his mouth and his thrumming fingers. He moaned out like a cooing whore, which gave Draco a sensation of raw power over the boy. \"Oh God, Malfoy... oh my good, good GOD, MORE!\" he sobbed as the thrill of sensation overwhelmed his nerves.

Reaching down for the small bottle of lubricant he\'d boldly brought with him, he took his hand from Harry\'s member to slick up both hands. When his hand returned to Harry\'s erection, the sensation was so fragile as his fingers contracted around the underside of the head and pulled gently at the foreskin, toying with it. Withdrawing his tongue from inside of Harry, he circled it around the opening as he worked his finger in with a corkscrew motion. The strict walls of his sphincter rippled in complaint to the invasion and Harry\'s face flushed as he whimpered inaudibly.

Draco slipped his tongue around the ridges of Harry\'s stretching aperture, coaxing the trembling muscles to loosen. He stopped when he reached the second knuckle and just caressed the tanned boy\'s erection as his tongue flicked delicately over the stinging skin. Giving Harry time to adjust, he was slightly surprised when he felt the brave Gryffindor pushing back to draw Draco\'s digits deeper. Sinking his finger in all the way to the base, he gradually withdrew and pressed in again. The Slytherin\'s tongue all but stilled as he started to finger fuck the boy. He allowed Harry to control the movements and depth as Malfoy\'s middle finger teased the stretched skin as he sat back to relieve his overworked jaw.

There was another hesitation and awkward puffing of breath as Draco slowly introduced the second finger into the boy\'s opening. Again he permitted the tanned teen to control the speed in which the bulk was accepted and then the rhythm which he was being fucked by. Draco almost forgot to stretch his fingers out to feel for the boy\'s bundle of inner nerves. Soon enough he found the wisp of the boy\'s prostate and he nudged at it. \"DRACO!\" Harry shouted out into the inky night. The oppressive inner walls relaxed their systematic pulsing to reject the intrusion allowing the pale fingers more leeway to feel the Gryffindor out. The pale teen\'s thumb simply caressed the top of Harry\'s band of tight muscles as his pinky thrilled the bottom.

Now Harry was, indeed, starting to fuck Draco\'s fingers deeply and his hips were shifting to extend the pleasure of the long fingers against his inner nerves. At this point, Draco introduced his third finger and started to make way for his grand entrance.

Drawing himself up to stand behind Harry, he kept the heft of his erection low and between the boy\'s ass cheeks. Harry stood a bit more, and Draco felt the constriction on his fingers as the boy tensed again. \"It\'s not going to be any worse than this, Harry,\" he whispered into the Gryffindor\'s ears with as much reassurance in his voice as he could muster. \"I\'ll be careful.\" The words sounded so strange whispered against Harry\'s ear from Draco\'s drawl; that he didn\'t want to cause Potter any pain. He wanted this to be... he wanted Harry to enjoy it. He pressed his pastel lips against the spot just behind Harry\'s ear and whispered, \"Take off your shirt.\"

Harry\'s breath was ragged through nervous excitement. \"Draco... I\'m still not...\"

Nuzzling from behind against Harry\'s ear, his hot breath warmed and thrilled Harry\'s skin, \"If you really don\'t want to, I\'ll stop. We can do something else.\" Something deep within Draco coiled itself in knots over his speech. It wasn\'t just that his aching erection was suddenly jittery that it wouldn\'t get the sort of satisfaction it was seeking. It was that Draco Malfoy would stop if Harry asked him to. This was an unheard of concession and it shocked even the Slytherin to have said it.

Harry\'s trembling fingers worked at the pearl buttons of his shirt nervously and quickly he shrugged it off and tossed it aside. Something inside of the Gryffindor melted at the idea that the Slytherin would stop at his least protest. Unsure of how to proceed, the blond withdrew his fingers from the uncertain boy. To Harry, the once familiar constellations that he often watched from this vantage point were simply white blurs on a mysteriously dark palette. He blinked slowly at the distinctively confused but familiar imagery and took in a deep breath to answer Malfoy. \"I want you to do it.\"

Leaning in, Draco kissed the exposed crook of Harry\'s neck and down his shoulder. Trailing his tongue back up the length of his shoulder and back up to just behind his ear, Draco whispered, \"Are you positive Harry? I don\'t want you to regret this.\"

Somewhere deep down Harry knew if he didn\'t do this now that he\'d never do it. The anticipation and build up was too much. Slowly he felt a peace starting to warm his trembling body and he turned his head to look at Draco, \"I want to.\"

The precome had started to dribble down his already glistening length and pooled in a clear spot of moisture on Harry\'s plush cheek. Taking his erection in his hand, he slowly slipped it up and down against Harry\'s tender fissure before centering it slowly on point. Draco was forced to stop stroking Harry\'s length as he moved both hands to the tanned hips of the Gryffindor. Leaning forward to kiss the back of Harry\'s neck, he pressured to opening to give way to his invading length.

The boy who lived whimpered and his face felt hot and screwed up against the pressure. Draco trailed more kisses against Harry\'s perspiring skin as he waited to feel the undulating inner muscles relax again. Again he felt Harry pushing back against him before the Slytherin was going to move. Draco\'s arms slipped up to warp around Harry\'s chest as he finally felt his skin melt into the other boy\'s body and he just held him for a moment as he rested his chin on the Gryffindor\'s shoulder. Something inside of Draco was constricting again, making him feel bewildered and lightheaded, and he pressed his temple against Harry\'s head as if it might clear the confusion.

Declining back against the pale boy, Harry brought his hands up to place them on top of Draco\'s. His body was slowly adjusting to Draco\'s length, but just being there under the stars, being held so tightly, without speech or movement, made Harry feel immeasurably happy. Bringing one hand up to his face, Harry kissed the knuckles in turn and smiled at Draco\'s quiet and almost helpless whimper.

Carefully, Draco drew back his hips and then pressed himself into Harry again. He left one arm around the rival Seeker\'s chest as the other moved back down to stroke him, trying to ease the pain of his movements by thrumming his fingers fluidly over Harry\'s erection. Harry\'s body responded, starting to move in tandem with Draco\'s thrusts until they were enjoying a regular rhythm. Harry hooked his arms over the wall of the castle to leverage himself against Draco. He found a way of shifting his hips to get the maximum pleasure from each push, rubbing the head of his lover\'s prick against his inner nerves which made him again call out into the night as Draco grunted.

It only took slightly longer than when Harry took Draco for them to finally reach climax, Harry began first, his cock jerking as his body blotched over with a blush. His face contorted in a confused pleasure as he called out Draco\'s name. The Slytherin felt the warm ooze of Harry\'s leavings warming his fingers. With a last few rather enunciated and forceful thrusts that shoved Harry uncomfortably against the half wall, Draco finally released into the boy. Filling the cavity, Draco\'s head lolled against Harry\'s shoulder and his face pressed into the crook of the Gryffindor\'s neck. With his pale arm clutched tightly around Harry, Draco slowed his movements until he felt his cock completely sated. Then he simply clung to Harry who was folded against the stones as both boys panted to regain their breath.

After regaining himself enough to speak, Harry gasped out, \"Draco... I lo-\"

In a panic, Draco\'s hand slapped up over Harry\'s mouth to cut off his words. \"Don\'t.\"

Knocking away the hand, Harry fussed, \"Don\'t what?\"

\"Don\'t say that. I\'m... not ready to hear it.\"

\"What do you think I\'m going to say?\" Harry questioned, suddenly feeling offended and hurt.

\"You know what you were going to say, Potter.\"

\"HARRY. You can at least use my first name while you\'re still up my ass, you know. And you don\'t know what I was going to say...\"

\"I know what you were going to say. I just made love to you and you were a virgin and-\"

\"Oh my god! Could you be ANY more of a PRICK?\" Harry growled as he elbowed Malfoy in the ribs to shove him off of him as he reached down for his clothing.

\"Look, it\'s not like I don\'t have any feelings for you, I\'m just not ready-\" Draco said as he rubbed at his sore ribs and leaned down to pull up his pants. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a few tissues, which he offered to Harry.

\"I\'m not ready either!\" Harry squealed as he snatched the offered napkins from Draco and started to clear away the ejaculate from his bum and the bits dribbling down between his thighs.

\"Then why were you-\" Draco asked as he took another tissue from his pocket to wipe himself down before he started to pull on his boxers.

\"I was GOING to tell you that I really loved being with you like this and I\'d like to get to know you better,\" Harry insisted as he finished with his sore ass and began to tend to the fluids still on his manhood.

\"Oh sure. I believe you. You stalled all this time to think that up, didn\'t you?\" Draco squalled, suddenly embarrassed that he\'d gotten such an erroneous impression.

\"What?\" Harry queried incredulously as he tossed the tissues down and started to pull on his briefs and trousers. \"I was NOT making that up! That\'s what I was going to say. Maybe YOU are in love with ME and you were just HOPING I would say that!\"

\"Oh right, like after ONE WEEK and ONE SHAG I\'m IN LOVE,\" Draco persisted, holding up his index finger to punctuate the brevity of one week and a singular shag to pointlessly plead his case that they hadn\'t been together for very long.

\"TWO shags, or doesn\'t it count when YOU\'RE THE ONE BEING SHAGGED?\" Harry snapped holding up two fingers to drive home his own point that they had in fact, made love twice.

Waving his hand dismissively before he finished with his trousers and pulled on his shirt he said, \"WHATEVER!\" Draco then followed up with another shout of, \"I REALLY LOVE BEING WITH YOU, TOO AND I\'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER!\"

\"THEN WE\'RE IN AGREEMENT! WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?\"

\"I DON\'T KNOW!\"

\"THEN WE SHOULD STOP!\" Harry reasoned.

\"WE SHOULD!\"

\"WHY AREN\'T WE?\"

\"YOU FIRST!\" Draco roared.

\"You are such an ass!\" Harry retorted as he rolled his eyes.

\"But I\'m an ass who got the LAST SHOUT in,\" Draco countered huffily.

It was fortunate that Harry had finished with his garments by the time Sinistra burst in to find out what all of the commotion was about. Before she got out to them, Draco had vanished the tissues. Glaring around at the telescopes, the incensed teacher noted that none of the telescopes had been cleaned.

\"Have you boys been out here fighting this whole time?\" Sinistra asked as she folded her arms over her chest.

\"Umm,\" Harry said and blushed deeply.

\"Potter was implying that a study of Astronomy was worthless and I was simply setting him to rights,\" Draco drawled casually.

Sinistra fumed as she glared at Harry. \"Where are your glasses?\" she questioned after searching his blushing face for a moment. At the question, Harry\'s hands flew to his face and he squeaked before rushing off to the wall to grab his glasses. \"I\'ll be letting Dumbledore know that neither of you got anything done,\" she hissed at them both. \"As for you, Potter, I expect 2 feet on the importance of Astronomy in your life and practical applications of it.\"

Draco couldn\'t help but snicker at Harry\'s punishment and the rival Seeker\'s attempts to look at Draco maliciously even though he was clearly amused with the situation. \"And I expect you to assist him with this assignment, Malfoy. This should be easy for you as you were so kind to explain the value of the study in the first place.\"

\"But- I-\"

\"No buts, Malfoy. Now both of you get out of here. And perhaps another week\'s worth of detention will teach you both to work together instead of against one another!\" she bellowed after the boys as they scrambled out of the room.

Giggling, they ran and poked at one another until they reached the end of the hall where they had to part. Draco reached out and grabbed Harry by his hips and pulled him to him. \"So you want to know me, do you?\"

\"I do.\"

\"I\'m not sure there\'s much beyond the sex. Although... I\'m damn good at the sex. A sex god, I\'d say,\" Malfoy bragged.

\"Then next time... no sex,\" Harry said as he leaned in and delved his tongue deeply into Draco\'s mouth, claiming him passionately enough to leave the Slytherin a bit breathless when Harry pulled back. When Draco looked back on this parting of ways, all he really remembered was the kiss and then those sparkling green eyes. Finding himself alone in the hall, hearing only the echoes of Harry\'s footfalls and the silent tenor of his laughter, Draco turned to head down to the dungeons.