The sexual escapades of Draco Malfoy

The sexual escapades of Draco Malfoy

Author: Silver7772

Translator: James Black

Beta Reader: Mindy (Thank you!!!)

Chapter 5

True Friendship

That evening, as Blaise walked along the corridor to the boys’ bed rooms he was nearly overrun by Draco. Already at his first glance Blaise could see that something wasn't ok - with that undefinable glare in his eyes and that almost lunatic impression on his face, the blonde Slytherin didn't look by any means like Draco.

Blaise suspected with what the strange behavior of his friend was associated.

"Dray?... Are you ok? You seem a little bit...agitated?" Blaise asked while he tried to make a neutral face. He failed. Draco stopped to look at his friend.

"Damn again... Pansy..." Draco couldn’t manage to say more in his present condition.

He knew it! Blaise got pale as a sheet. Now, his face could be read like a book, and Draco was able to read.

"Don't tell me you knew about this!" he yelled exasperated at his best friend and pressed him against the wall. "You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!" In the meantime Draco felt like he was in a very bad movie.

Blaise, who was completely intimidated, couldn't talk sense and muttered incoherently. Draco shied away a step.

"How the hell could it be possible that you knew about it and didn't tell me?" he asked affectedly quiet and looked expectant at Blaise. Apparently, Blaise still wasn't able to form an answer.

"You come in there with me and tell me the whole story from the beginning! And if you want to leave the room with your head still attached you won’t leave out any fucking detail!"

With these words, which were spoken as self-controlled like the others, he forced himself to an ice cold grin, grabbed Blaise by the scruff of the neck and pushed him through the next door, that turned out to be the door to the Slytherin common room. Fortunately, it was empty, because most students remained outside while the weather was good.

Draco pushed his friend in one of the black armchairs and built himself up infront of him. "Who is responsible for this?", he asked slowly, accenting every syllable.

Even not to save his life Blaise could elude Draco's piercing gaze. It was one of these gazes, who left you totally will-less and forced you to tell the truth. And the blonde Slytherin had a very good command of such gazes.

"Pansy" Blaise stuttered embarrassed. "So, Pansy read my diary?", Draco said absent-minded more to himself than to Blaise. Actually, he had figured that out already.

"And none other knows about it?"

Blaise already had known Draco would ask that, when he had pushed him into that room. And Blaise could envision Draco's reaction to the answer.

"Well..."

"Who?"

"All..." Blaise said carefully.

Draco gulped. "All? Who is all?"

"All Hogwarts"

Draco stepped back and fell into an armchair. He had to stomach that.

"You stole my diary and made it public to the whole school?" He looked at Blaise with dangerous sparkling eyes. How dare they?

"No, it wasn't like that!" Blaise tried to defense himself. "The story is a little bit more complicated. Yes, it's true, Pansy had rip of your diary as she was in your room. But do you believe she is so weary of life running around and showing it everyone?"

Draco had to admit he couldn't imagine even Pansy doing such things.

"There were a few unlucky accidents." Blaise continued. "Do you remember that party, on which they played that stupid Muggle game..."

And Blaise told his friend the completely true story - how Millycent found the diary under Pansy's bed, how they all thought it was Pansy's, how they realized that it surely wasn't Pansy's, but Draco's diary, how the story get around and how all students suddenly wanted to read it...

Well, Blaise had to admit, the whole thing got 'a little bit' out of control.

Draco, who had leaned backwards in the armchair, listen to his friend, a thoughtful expression on his face. He remembered the weird attitude of his school mates, the uncountable offers, the crazy things, that happened the last week. He understood gradually. All slowly makes sense! All, but...

"That's why suddenly everyone wanted in bed with me?" Draco asked as his friend had ended and looked awaiting at him.

"Well... it seems so..." Blaise blushed, after all, he was one of the first who got off with Draco and he even was very successful with it.

"Dray, the stories is your diary... well... they were really...hot." Blaise looked at the blonde and continued, "You know, if someone else had lost their diary, it would have had completely different consequences, like you could imagine. But yours is different. Apparently everyone is really impressed by the thing you’ve done. And everybody wanted to be a part of that. You are something like a sex symbol..."

Thousands of thoughts shoot through Draco's mind. Of course, it fits perfectly! The sensational way he got off with Nott was the best proof, that Blaise told the truth.

Draco grinned self-satisfied. Gradually, this story had taken a turn, he somewhat liked. While a few hours ago, he would have gone mad at the thought that the whole school had read his diary, he began seeing - just Malfoy-like - unexpected advantages in the whole thing.

But there was still something he had to ask his best friend, "Er, Blaise..." Draco began carefully, "you were present as the whole story started." Blaise looked at him, as if he already knew what would come now and didn't seem to be happy about that.

"Why didn't you tell me directly? I mean... the blame didn't lie at your own door. Why didn't you come immediately to me after the party?" Draco asked, as Blaise didn't say anything and starred again at the floor.

"Dray, ...I can't tell you."

Draco watched him disbelieving.

"I know it sounds like a lame excuse, but you have to understand... I have a reason why I cannot told you..."

But these words hadn't the desired effect, because Draco's gaze became even more disbelieving.

"Blaise, don't you thing you owed me an answer, after all you have done?", Draco said half-nerved, half-ordered and looked directly at his best friend.

Blaise's begging look didn't help him anymore. He have to told the answer, when he wanted Draco to believe him anymore. So he braced up and said, "Draco, I... well... I'm in love with you."

"You are what?" Draco seemed to be irritated. That surely wasn't the answer he expected.

"I love you!"

Now, that Draco was the one speechless, Blaise continued his explanation. "You have to know, Dray, I have liked you long before the thing in Hogsmeade. But I didn't say anything, because... I didn't want to risk our friendship, it's the most important thing in my life! But as I heard the storys in your diary..." Blaise halted. Somehow he lost control over the situation again. On the other hand, in the last weeks he had gnawed at his conscience and he had asked himself ever and ever again, if he did the right thing. And now it was just freeing to tell his friend the truth.

"Well, I just thought I could find out whether you feel something for me and what do you thought about the Hogsmeade-thing."

Draco looked surprised at his friend. He really seemed to have told him the whole truth without being considerate of himself and now he looked nearly happy about that. Slytherins talked really rarely about their feelings and Draco counted Blaise's blessings.

"What have you expected I would think about the Hogsmeade-story?"

After he paced up and down the room, he finally paused behind the sofa Blaise sat on.

Blaise thought a while before he said, "That it wasn't something special to you. Such as with everyone else..." But Draco bent forward over the back of the sofa and lay a finger on Blaise's lips to stop him.

"Blaise..."

"Yes?"

"You know I didn't want a relationship, but that doesn't mean that I don't know you are special. With you, it couldn't be like with everyone else." Draco bent down more and whispered in Blaise's ear, "So say that never, never, never again..."

With these words, he turned his friend's face to him, pulling him instinctively into a long, nearly passionate kiss, which Blaise returned also instinctively.

Draco didn't know anymore how he got on the other side of the sofa. Without thinking, he continued kissing Blaise. At any time his hands glide under Blaise's shirt, unbuttoned it arrogating, while his lips kissed his neck and collarbone and wandered down to his chest nearly by itself.

Without stopping kissing Blaise, he unbuttoned his jeans before he pulled it down to the knees, he stroked Blaise's erection a few times, whereupon Blaise moaned quietly. Draco stroked faster, while he removed his clothes skillfully with his other hand. His lips didn't desist from Blaise's nipple at this time. He kissed and sucked on it.

Blaise had thrown his head back and apparently enjoyed the sensation, whilst he murmured steadily Draco's name. Draco bent over him, pressed his body against his and pulled him a last time in a painfully-caressing kiss and looked half-asking, half-longing into his eyes.

As he got the same look back, he sat up, so that Blaise could turn on his stomach under him. Draco continued the kissing-game on his back, while Blaise kissed two of his fingers firstly then he began to suck at them seductively before Draco pulled it away and Blaise felt them enter him one after another.

A few seconds they moved in and out, before they hit the spot they had searched and Blaise moaned loudly. Draco grinned self-satisfied and kissed Blaise, while he moved his fingers faster and entered a third finger. That seemed to make Blaise even madder.

"Dray...now..." he said, breathing heavily while he got on his knees and elbows and pressed himself harder against Draco's fingers. Draco, who got very turned on by the picture that was Blaise, pulled slowly his fingers out and replaced them by his own erection. Carefully he moved in and waited a few seconds, that seemed to be an eternity. As he noticed that Blaise relaxed under him, he began at first carefully thrusting into Blaise, then found a rhythm and his moving got faster...

They nearly came at the same time, crying out the name of the other before Blaise heavily panting sunk on the sofa and Draco just slumped over him. For a while they just lay there, none of them said a word, but it wasn't an unpleasant silence.

Finally, Draco stood up, picked his clothes and put them on.

"Blaise?" he asked uneasily, as he stood in the door. Blaise looked at him surprised.

"You know, it doesn't mean... It doesn't mean that you and I..."

Blaise just nodded. But it was enough for Draco.

"So, it's all ok between us?" Draco took a step forward to his friend and waited for an answer. "Dray, as long as I can be sure of your friendship it will always be ok between us." Blaise said with an impression that was on the one hand totally honest, on the other hand totally "Slytherin" again.

Draco grinned and kissed Blaise in a tenderly-amicable way, before he put his cloak over and left the room

To be continued...

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