Lies: the extended edition

Chapter 5 of Lies: the extended edition"
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Draco paced the corridor nervously. It had been a few days since his confrontation with Harry but now the wait was over. He hadn’t been able to think straight all day, since the House Elf delivered that message from Harry. The day had passed in a kind of slow blur. He couldn’t clearly remember anything that’d happened since he was given the letter. That short, scribbled letter that meant so much. He took the crumpled parchment from his pocket and read it,



‘Meet me outside the locker room at midnight. I’ve thought about everything and have an answer for you
Harry.’



It was just after midnight, there was no sign of Harry. There was an edge of panic to his thoughts. The creeping fear that Potter had stood him up as joke was taking root in his mind. Draco’s mind was running riot, he had no idea what to expect though a few suggestions flashed by. There was always the possibility of outright rejection; he considered this the worst case scenario. Being turned down now, after he let is hopes rise, would be devastating. There was a chance that Harry would confess his undying love for Draco, an unlikely and pretty scary outcome. They might even end up having wild sex right there and then in the hallway; he felt a stirring in his pants at this thought. It was impossible to stay with one line of thought for long, so many scenarios vied for his imaginations attention. Whatever happened at least he’d know for sure where he stood, that should be better than not knowing, right? Knowing things for sure must be better than maddening speculation. He had been a bit confused these past few days; he was feeling something…else. This other feeling was always just behind the lust that filled his mind whenever he thought of Harry. Once an orgasm had subsided he felt…something…an emptiness…like he wanted…Harry to be there with him…in more than a sexual way. He’d never felt like that before, up until recently he’d felt nothing but lust for Harry. There may have been the odd moment where there might have been something more, but Draco had always put that down to the hormones rushing through him. He passed it off as loneliness. He’d been isolating himself a lot recently. Not that anyone else seemed bothered, but then they knew better than to ask questions of a Malfoy. He was probably craving company more than he’d like to admit. But he didn’t just want anyone to keep him company. The thought of spending time with the other Slytherins did nothing to improve his mood, he only wanted to see Harry. These new feelings were just frightening in their own way. He hoped that when Harry gave his answer he’d know what all this emotion was. But first he hoped that Harry would turn up at all.



Draco spun round when he heard the cough. Harry was standing in the middle of the corridor. He was wearing some faded jeans and a fitted black t-shirt that looked so good on him. In his hand was an old looking cloak. Neither of them knew what to say, Draco spoke first,



“How did you manage to get down here without me seeing you?” he tried to sound annoyed but couldn’t quite manage it.



“I have my ways” Harry said with a slight grin on his face.



“And you’re not going to tell me then are you?”



“Nope”



The banter helped him relax a bit. He didn’t waste any more time and got to the point. “I got your letter; it said you have an answer.”



“Yes” said Harry, he grin fading. He paused for a moment, seemingly trying to think of the best wording, and took a deep breath. “I can’t forgive you for everything you’ve said and done these past years. Though I am grateful that you’ve left us alone these past few days.”



It was Dracos turn to pause and take a breath. “You’re welcome, I guess. So is this you telling me that I have no chance?”



“I didn’t say that. Whatever happens I’ll never be able to feel anything like that for you, that much is true. You’ve done too much to me for me to just forget, I may be able to forgive in time but the memories would always limit my emotions for you. I don’t think there could ever be anything meaningful between us.”

Draco’s heart sank

“I still think you’re the fittest guy in the school though.”

Draco smiled, “So does that mean you’re gay then?”



“Yes, I’m gay, and I think you’re hot”, Harry said with a laugh.



“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself. Thanks for giving me an honest answer, the uncertainty of everything was driving me crazy. So nothing will ever happen between us, ok. I’ll learn to live with that”



“Well maybe there could be something, but it would only be physical, just sex. I like you a bit more now that I’ve seen this side of you, but I’ll never consider you as a friend, I can’t after all that’s happened before.”



“Just sex? I can cope with that. You turned down my friendship once before, I never expected you to change your mind.” Conflicting thoughts rushed through his mind. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Sex, nothing more. A chance to act out all his lust fuelled fantasies. So why wasn’t he happy with Harrys answer? He decided to stop thinking about it and turned back to the matters at hand. “You’d be my first you know”, he said with a blush, “and I get the feeling I’d be yours.”



“Erm, you would be, yes.”



Familiar thoughts started to leak into Dracos mind. “You are really hot you know. I wish I could have you right here and now.”



“No, not now. But soon.”



“After your next game? In the locker room?” Draco said with a glint in his eye.



“I like the way you think.”



“But for now…” Draco stepped forward and lightly placed his hands on Harrys hips. They both leaned in, their lips met. After a few seconds Harry opened his mouth slightly and slid his tongue across Dracos lips. Draco obliged, parting his lips and allowing Harrys tongue to enter. He met it with his own, feeling the warmth from Harrys mouth. They moved closer, bringing their bodies together. Both boys moaned as their hard cocks made contact through the layers to cloth. Their hips ground together sending pulses of ecstasy through their bodies. The kiss became more frantic and passionate.
Draco slid his hand up Harrys shirt and caressed the soft skin underneath, causing the other to shudder and groan louder. Harry quickly followed Dracos example and soon their hands were running wild over each other. The feel of Harrys hands on him drove Draco wild, it was so much better than he ever dreamed. Harry was finding so many little sensitive spots that Draco had no idea existed, a rush of pure pleasure shot through him every time Harrys fingers brushed one. His hands slid down to Harrys waist, running round the top of his trousers. Harry pulled away a little, “Not yet”



“Sorry”



“Don’t be. I just want to wait a bit before we go any further”. He was breathing deeply, a look of pure want on his face. He was fighting to control himself, Draco had the same problem.



“When’s your next game?”



“In a couple of days.”



“And we’ll meet in the locker room afterwards?”



“Yes, just you, me and a hot shower.”



Draco shuddered at the thought of it, his cock growing painfully hard. “I’m gonna go now, or else I wont be able to stop myself".



“OK, see you in a couple of days. “ Harry turned and walked away. Draco found himself staring at the other boys ass, idly rubbing his cock through his trousers. He turned and headed to his dorm. After a few steps he looked round but Harry had already vanished. Draco let out a sigh and continued on his way.

Draco rushed back to his own room. He got into bed, pulled the curtains closed and had the most intense wank of his life.






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To be continued...