Startling Revelations

A/N: For anyone still interested in this fic, I am SO sorry it took me so long to update! Once again, thank you for all of the feedback from the last chapter, I really, really, appreciate it.


Startling Revelations

Chapter Five


From his position at the Gryffindor table, Harry had a perfect view of Malfoy. After the events of last night, Harry was furious at him. That fact didn’t stop Harry from staring at him appreciatively all through breakfast, though.

He was positive that at some point during the meal Malfoy had become aware that he had an audience. Every so often, he would glance up and smirk at Harry, before doing things with the spoon in his mouth that looked positively sinful. This made Harry even more angry. Upset at Malfoy for having the audacity to blatantly flirt with him after the shite he had pulled last night, and upset at his body for responding to Malfoy’s suggestive eating habits.

He watched as a large, severe looking owl soared into the hall and landed in front of Malfoy. Even from across the hall, Harry could tell that the other boy had just received a howler. He had hoped that Malfoy would have the sense to take it outside, but the other boy merely stared in shock as the howler exploded, and the angry voice of Narcissa Malfoy filled the room.

Draco Lucius Malfoy,

To say that I am severely disappointed in you is an understatement. It has been nearly a week since the Daily Prophet’s announcement that you are currently in some sort of relationship with Harry Potter.

Aside from the obvious ramifications of your actions, did you once stop to consider that your mother deserved to find out about this relationship from you, and not a newspaper? What’s more, is the fact that after the article came out, you still felt no obligation to at least send me an explanation or apology for your actions. I did not realize that I meant so little to you. Your father may be in Azkaban, but that does not mean that you no longer have anyone to answer to.

Well, I refuse to be in the dark longer. This is a Hogsmeade weekend, so I will be expecting you and Mr. Potter to meet me at Madam Pudifoot’s at noon on Saturday to have a serious discussion.


Your loving and neglected mother,

Narcissa Malfoy

The silence in the hall was deafening. Harry could tell that Malfoy was trying to display a calm facade, but the slight widening of his eyes as they made contact with his own gave him away. Giving the other boy what he hoped was a significant look, he calmly walked out of the great hall and headed toward the room of requirement, a place which was increasingly becoming more and more of a refuge for the two of them.

***


“This is fucking ridiculous. Did you hear her at breakfast, Potter?” Malfoy demanded as he angrily paced the length of the room. “‘Just because your father is in Azkaban doesn’t mean you don’t have anyone to answer to’” He mocked angrily. “I’m seventeen! I am in no way obligated to obey her every whim.” He sighed angrily and sat down on the couch beside Harry, who was trying desperately to think of something useful to say.

“So, er, what are you gong to do?”

Malfoy looked as though he was crazy. “Are you daft? We are going to meet my mother at Madam Pudifoot’s on Friday. She’s my mother Potter, I have to listen to her.”

Harry chuckled.

The other boy scowled at him. “Laugh all you want, Potter, but my mother is notorious for holding grudges. If I don’t indulge her, she’ll hold this over my head for years to come.”

“But that’s two days from now.” He complained, and Malfoy glared at him slightly.

The thought of spending any amount of time with Malfoy’s mother made Harry’s stomach flip uncomfortably. He was going to talk Malfoy out of this at all costs. It was then that Harry remembered he was supposed to be angry with Malfoy.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, after the all that shite you pulled last night!” He snarled, taking satisfaction in the shocked expression that crossed the blonde’s face, before he scowled angrily.

“We already discussed this last night, Potter.”

“No, you discussed it, without bothering to listen to what I had to say.” He accused, becoming even more annoyed at Malfoy, who continued to sit there and inspect his nails as though nothing was wrong.

“I admitted I made a mistake, and we got back together. What, exactly, did you have to add?”

Malfoy’s nonchalance at the situation momentarily caused Harry to falter. For a minute, he couldn’t remember what had caused him to be so angry. Then he remembered how Malfoy had treated him as though he were an object instead of a person property in front of Ernie.

“I’m not your boyfriend, Malfoy, and you certainly don’t own me. I can snog whoever I please.” He was surprised to see what looked like hurt flash across Malfoy’s eyes, before being replaced with annoyance.


“You’re right, Potter. You can go snog whoever you want, alright? But before you do, keep in mind that I don’t tolerate used goods. So don’t even think for a second that you can go have it off with someone else and then expect me touch you.” He said harshly before grabbing Harry and pulling him into a brutal kiss, pushing him somewhat roughly down on the couch before crawling over him. Harry heard himself gasp as Malfoy’s lips came to suckle on that sensitive spot on his neck. He slid his hands under Malfoy’s shirt, reveling in the feel of his incredibly soft skin. As his hand traveled up the other boy’s chest, he accidentally brushed against a nipple, causing the blonde to groan loudly.

Inevitably Malfoy’s hand found it’s way to the front of Harry’s trousers, gently massaging his erection. Harry moaned, thrusting against the hand in a desperate attempt to increase the friction. This time when he felt Malfoy’s hand move to undo the clasp of his trouser he didn’t stop him. He groaned in frustration as Malfoy took his time, allowing his hand to trail teasingly across the curls that surrounded the base of his shaft, before slipping even lower to gently massage his balls.

“Please.” He said while wriggling hips, trying to bring his cock in contact with Malfoy’s hand.

“Please, what?” Malfoy teased, his hand still refusing to go where Harry wanted it the most. Harry was so hard at this point that he was no longer embarrassed or ashamed that he was practically begging.

“Please, Malfoy, just touch me.” Harry said.

When he felt Malfoy’s hand finally wrap around him, Harry threw his head back and moaned at the pleasure. Malfoy started to pump his hand slowly up and down, his thumb occasionally brushing against the head of his penis while Harry marveled over how exquisite it felt to be touched intimately by someone else.

Malfoy began to caress his balls with his free hand, while the other continued to stroke his leaking erection and the dual sensations caused Harry to gasp sharply and glance up at the other boy. A few of the blonde strands that normally framed his face perfectly had fallen into his eyes, which were darkened with lust. His normally pale was flushed, and he was biting his lip in a manner that Harry knew the other boy would consider to be undignified if he had been aware of his actions.

Harry’s hips began unconsciously thrusting to the rhythm of Malfoy’s strokes. He was moaning almost constantly now and his hands were clutching much too tightly to Malfoy’s robes but he didn’t care. He’d had no idea that another’s hand on his flesh could feel this intense. He realized that having Malfoy’s mouth on him would feel even better. Just the thought was enough to bring him over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m going to-” Was all he got out before his eyes were squeezing shut in pleasure and he was coming all over his stomach and the front of Malfoy’s robes.

While dazedly waiting for his heart rate and breathing to return to normal, Harry noticed that Malfoy had his head thrown back, eyes closed, and was now stroking his own cock rapidly, obviously not expecting Harry to return the favor. Harry was surprised to feel his cock twitch at the sight of the other boy touching himself.

Without pausing to feel self-conscious about what he was doing, Harry found himself pushing the other boy’s hand away and replacing it with his own. The feeling of someone else’s cock in his own hand was nothing like he imagined. Not that it was something that he had really thought about until recently. Malfoy’s cock felt velvety smooth With slight envy that he would ever admit to , he noticed that Malfoy’s prick was slightly longer than his own, although not as thick.

Part of the reason why Harry had been hesitant to go this far with Malfoy in the beginning was because of the fact he didn’t know how to pleasure a bloke, or even a girl for that matter. But the moans and whimpers coming from Malfoy told him that he was doing just fine.

A few more strokes, and Malfoy reached his orgasm, which seemed slighly more explosive than Harry’s. The other boy collapsed on top of him, panting. Harry was taken by surprise when he felt Malfoy actually cuddle closer. When he’d first started this thing with Malfoy, the other boy claimed that he did not want to be emotionally attached, but lately some of his actions seemed to prove otherwise. Harry wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with that or not.

“Bullocks, we’ve missed Potions again.” Harry swore half-heartedly.

“Don’t worry, Severus, will forgive us.”

Harry snorted. “He’ll forgive you, seeing as how you’re the teacher’s pet and all.” He teased.

“That is absolute rubbish, Potter.” Malfoy replied snootily.

“Oh, please, you suck up to Snape worse than Hermione.”

Surprisingly, Malfoy made a face but didn’t make any disparaging comments concerning Hermione’s bloodline. The other boy was idly massaging his scalp in a relaxing manner, and suddenly Harry was no longer overly concerned about missing Snape’s class. He wondered briefly if that had been the Slytherin’s goal.

“When do quidditch practices start up again for you?” Malfoy asked casually.

His question caused Harry to immediately tense up. “Well, they start tomorrow for Gryffindor, but I’m not on the team.”

“What are you talking about, Potter? You’re the only one worth competing against in this school. Please don’t tell me that you’ve gone and quit.”

“I didn’t, Ron’s captain this year, and he voted me off.”

“On what grounds?” Malfoy demanded.

“Said that me being with you was a ‘conflict of interest’, and that there was no way he could know whether or not I would purposely throw any game we play against Slytherin.”

“Potter, He can’t do that! Go to Mcgonagall. She’s your head of house, yeah?”

“Yeah, but then Ron will just find some other way to screw everything up, like switching me to reserve seeker or something. It’s just not worth it.”

“If that’s what you want.”That Malfoy looked slightly troubled about it all, but apparently decided to let the matter drop.

***

Although this wouldn’t come as a surprise to most, Harry was once again forced to remember that Malfoy was a bad influence on him. He didn’t quite understand how he had allowed this basic fact to slip from his mind in the first place.

Because they had missed Potions again, Snape had given them both a detention. Harry figured that he must have been pretty annoyed at Malfoy to have actually given him at all. At any other time he would have found this fact amusing, but not right this instant, because Malfoy was using Snape’s absence in the classroom as a chance to try to get in Harry’s trousers.

Harry was currently scrubbing a cauldron caked with grime from a potion gone wrong. Malfoy had pressed against him from behind, and he could feel the other boy’s erection against his arse. Determined to ignore him, Harry continued to scrub the cauldron. This turned out to be a mistake, because shifting around to clean the cauldron seemed to arouse the other boy even more.

He bit back a groan as Malfoy began placing open mouthed kisses up and down the side of his neck, causing an almost overpowering twinge of arousal to shoot straight to his groin.

“Quit it, already. I don’t fancy Snape walking in on us right now.” He protested weakly.
“He went to check on the rest of the Slytherins, he won’t be back for a while, yet.” He said in between kisses. He started rock hips slowly against him. Harry felt the other boy reach around and cup his erection before grinding his own even more firmly against Harry’s arse. Letting out a moan, Harry felt the rest of his resolve slide away. He didn’t protest as he felt the other boy undo his trousers and free his erection.

He spun around to face Malfoy, reaching for the other boy's zipper.


***

“You have got to be kidding me, Potter.”

Today was Friday morning, and Malfoy had snuck Harry into his private room, courtesy of Lucius Malfoy. He had insisted that Harry bring his two best robes so that he could choose which one Harry would wear when they met Malfoy’s mother. Right now, Malfoy, was holding both of the outfits in each hand, wearing an expression of disgust that he usually reserved for Hagrid.

“There’s nothing wrong with either of those robes, Malfoy.” He said defensively.

“Yeah, if you were a Weasley, maybe.”

Harry rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything to defend Ron.

“Those are the best I’ve got, Malfoy, so what do you suggest we do?”

He watched as Malfoy walked over to the wardrobe that was located at the far side of the wall, pulling out various items of clothing before shaking his head and hanging them back up. Finally, he pulled out a pair of dress robes that were emerald green and tossed them to Harry.


Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust. “There is no way in hell that I’m wearing these.”

Malfoy glared at him. “There’s nothing wrong with those robes, they were custom made!”

“They’re much too fancy. I’ll look like a bloody ponce in these.”

Draco’s grey eyes flash with amusement, and he raised his eyebrow questioningly. “This coming from the boy who had his hand wrapped around my cock yesterday.” He remarked sarcastically and Harry felt his cheeks grow warm at the memory.

“Yes but being a ponce and actually looking like one are two totally different things.”

“Just shut up and put the robe on, Potter.”
***

“Stop fidgeting, Potter, you look like a plebian.” Malfoy said, and Harry gritted his teeth. The Slytherin had been criticizing his every move the whole walk down to Madam Pudifoot’s.

The two of them were sitting in the café, waiting for Malfoy’s mother to arrive. The other boy had insisted that they arrive a half an hour earlier, to make sure Narcissa was not left to waitr. Harry’s stomach grumbled and his fingers itched to grab a scone from the plate in front of him, but knew that it would be rude to eat anything before the Malfoy matriarch arrived.

What made everything worse was the fact that thanks to the howler Narcisssa had sent had made they’re scheduled meeting public knowledge. Now the small shop was packed with Hogwart’s students, who were eagerly waiting to see how the meeting would go.

Harry heard a flash and looked to his left, only to realize that Colin Creevey was happily snapping photos of Malfoy and himself. Harry expected Malfoy to be annoyed, but when he looked over he saw that the other boy was actually posing for the camera.

“Come on, Potter, make it look like you’re happy to be there.” Malfoy muttered through a charming smile that looked surprisingly good on his face. He scooted his chair closer to Harry’s and slung an arm around his shoulders in a completely casual manner. Harry on the other hand, was having a hard enough time trying not to blush at all of the unwanted attention.

A few minutes later, Narcissa glided into the café, looking both elegant and poised. As she approached the table, Malfoy stood up, and Harry followed suit.

“Mother, you look beautiful as always.” He said before leaning in and kissing her cheeks affectionately. She smiled warmly at him before replying.

“And you’re looking handsome as ever, darling.” Then she turned to look at Harry, who swallowed nervously before approaching her. He and Malfoy had gone over everything he was supposed to do and say last night, as Malfoy claimed that he had about as much manners as a troll

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy.” He hoped that his nervousness didn’t show as he took her outstretched hand and placed a chase kiss upon it. She gave him a small smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr Potter, shall we have tea?”
***
TBC

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