Smokin' Hot

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Harry stared at Draco as he settled himself comfortably on the teacher’s desk at the front of the room. To say Harry was confused was an understatement. He didn’t understand why Draco was supervising the detention. Surely that was job for a teacher?

“Malfoy,” he said cautiously, well-aware that Draco had just told him to be quiet. “How are you supervising?”

Draco looked over slowly at Harry, giving him a withering look. “I sit. I watch. You don’t talk. Simple, yeah?”

Harry frowned. That hadn’t answered his question. “Why isn’t there a teacher here?”

The other students in the classroom, and there weren’t very many, just two or three others, turned to watch as Draco slid off the desk and swaggered casually to Harry’s desk. “It’s part of National Honor Society work, Potter,” he drawled, leaning casually against Harry’s desk, knowing it would drive Harry crazy.

Harry’s gaze traveled from Draco’s fingers on his desk up his arm, over his shoulders and the pale expanse of skin at his neck and to his face. He could see the amusement in Draco’s eyes and knew he was doing it on purpose.

Draco leaned in close to Harry, lowering his voice so the other students, excepting Seamus, couldn’t hear. “I’d appreciate if you’d stop staring at me, Potter. You’re making the other students uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable, Malfoy,” Seamus chimed in happily.

Harry looked over at him and sent him a look that said, “stop it!”

Draco’s glance shifted to Seamus and he lifted an eyebrow, glancing up and down his body. “Not yet,” he said suggestively, before backing up and staring around the room. “Get back to work,” he snapped at the other students.

He sauntered back to the front of the room and settled himself comfortably on top of the teacher’s desk. He pulled out a book and began reading it while Harry continued to stare at him.

He didn’t understand what that last thing had been. Had Malfoy been trying to come onto him? Or was he just teasing him because he was something Harry couldn’t have?

With a quick glance at Malfoy, Harry leaned over to whisper to Seamus. “Seamus.”

“Yeah?”

“What do you know about—” Harry nodded his head at Malfoy, who was absorbed in his book.

Seamus put a finger to his mouth and reached into his bag, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled something and shoved it covertly to Harry.

What do you want to know?

Harry thought for a moment then pushed it back.

Did you sleep with him?”

Seamus scribbled back. Yeah, why?

Harry frowned at the paper, then with another glance at Draco, wrote back.

What happened afterward?

Seamus took the paper back and paused for a moment, looking at Harry suspiciously. Harry tried to look innocent. Seamus took a minute, then slowly wrote out a response.

We fucked a few times until he decided he was done. He left and went after someone else. It was kind of a mutual thing, but it was mostly his decision. He just kind of ended it. Why? Thinking of going after him? Harry, he’s not really your type.

Harry scowled as he read the last line. That was exactly what Hermione had said to him.

And what is my type? Harry wrote back angrily.

Seamus didn’t hesitate to write back. You’re sweet, Harry. You need a guy who’ll treat you better than Malfoy ever will. He doesn’t care about the people he fucks. He has two loves: himself and cigarettes. You just don’t fit in.

Harry stared at the note for a moment, soaking up Seamus’ words. What do you mean ‘don’t fit in’? You don’t think I could get Malfoy? He shoved the note back at Seamus.

Oh no, you could get him alright. You could get anyone you wanted, Harry. You just couldn’t keep him.

Harry paused before scribbling back his response and quickly shoving it back to him.

What makes you think I want to ‘keep him’?

Seamus read the note and chuckled quietly, then quickly stopped, realizing he was drawing the gaze of the other students. He glanced up to make sure Malfoy was still engrossed in his book then penned a response.

It’s kind of obvious with the way you were looking at him. Harry, Malfoy’s not a good boy. He smokes, he swears, he fucks whoever he wants. I know you’re prone to think the best of everyone, but some people just aren’t good enough.

Harry frowned at the note. Good enough? Maybe I just want to mess around with him. Did that ever occur to you?

Seamus took the note and didn’t write anything for a whole minute while his brain worked. Finally, he wrote a quick sentence.

… You didn’t already sleep with him, did you?

No?

Seamus gave him a hard look, and Harry sighed, crossing out what he wrote.

No? Okay, yes. What’s the big deal?

How many times?

Harry hesitated, wondering what Seamus would make of it, and why it mattered.

Twice.

He saw Seamus’ eyebrows furrow together before he wrote a line and pushed it back to Harry.

What exactly are you hoping will come out of this? Does anyone know?

Harry picked up his pen to write a response when a sound shocked him and made him drop the pen. It rolled across the desk and to the floor, coming to rest somewhere by Seamus’ feet. Neither dared reach down for it as the sound got louder.

I'm bringin' sexy back.
Them other boys, they don't know how to act.
I think it's special... what's behind your back,
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack—

“Hello?” Draco flipped open his incredibly slim cell phone, completely ignoring the disruption it was making. Nearly every student in the class’ face had turned to Draco.

Draco gave them all a hard glare and they quickly looked away, all except Harry and Seamus that was.

“What? Really?” Harry could only hear Draco’s half of the conversation, though he could hear another voice on the other end, he just couldn’t discern what they were saying. “Sounds great… Yeah, tonight. Perfect. Okay, bye.”

He flipped the phone shut and glanced up at the room. Most of the other students had returned to their trivial pursuits. Harry and Seamus had still been watching Draco, though, as he ended his conversation.

Draco caught sight of them watching him and got a suspicious look on his face. He slid off the desk gracefully and walked over to their desks confidently. It was only when he was a few feet off that Harry realized their note was right on the desk, in plain view. He hastily grabbed the bottom page and shoved it under the desk, but was too slow to get the first page.

Draco sauntered over, his eyes falling on the note left on the table. Before Seamus could grab it, Draco scooped it up. His eyes scanned the first few lines and his eyes glittered with amusement. Finally, he lowered the paper and surveyed Harry and Seamus.

Seamus looked completely at ease as Draco’s eyes roved over him, then moved to Harry. Harry wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t know what Draco would think of the note.

Draco placed his hands flat against the desk and leaned forward slightly so he was directly in Harry’s face. “Passing notes, Potter?” he whispered. “That’s worth another detention. Stay after so we can arrange it.”

Then he stood up straight and went back to the teacher’s desk, a smug look on his face.

Harry sighed, thinking that all he’d gotten out of this was another detention. It was just perfect. He didn’t write another word to Seamus throughout the rest of the detention, remaining resolutely still in his seat as he watched the minutes on the clock tick by.

Finally, it was four o’clock and Draco got to his feet once more. “You can go,” he told the students, looking bored and glad that it was over. “Potter, you wait. We have another detention to arrange.”

Seamus gave Harry a strange wink before breezing past him and out the door. Harry was confused for a moment, but gave it no more thought since he was now alone with Draco.

Harry approached Draco cautiously; he was leaning casually against the desk and looking completely unconcerned. Draco waited until Harry was just a few feet from him before tuning his gaze to him. “How’s tomorrow for you, Potter?”

“I have to work,” Harry said quietly. He really didn’t need another detention. This was just more ammunition for the Dursleys to berate him with.

“Don’t look so sad, Potter,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. “A detention’s not the end of the world.”

“Have you ever had one?” Harry shot back, letting his anger get the best of him.

Draco didn’t answer for a moment, his eyes lsurveying Harry closely. After a minute, though, he looked away. “No, and don’t plan to. So Monday it is.”

Harry sighed again. He hated detentions, and they didn’t exactly look good on his record either. He took a step forward, a sudden realization coming upon him. He was alone… with Draco… and no one was around and neither had anywhere to be.

“Malfoy,” he said softly, taking another step closer so that he was in arms reach. “About w—”

“Potter,” Draco interrupted him. “We’ve already been through this. Nothing is going to come of it. It was a fun fuck, that’s it. What don’t you get about that?”

“But it could be more,” Harry said hopefully, sliding in close to Draco’s body. His heart fluttered in his chest when he placed a tentative hand on Draco’s chest.

Draco’s expression was skeptical and almost amused. “You’re worse than I thought, Potter,” he said, taking Harry’s hand in his own and moving it down to his side, but not letting go of it just yet. “No, nothing will come of it. I would have thought you got that much from Finnigan’s note.”

“But maybe…”

“No, no maybe. I have only two loves, as Finnigan so elegantly put it, myself and my cigarettes. Which reminds me…” He pushed Harry away and reached around to his back pocket, about to take out a cigarette.

“But we co—”

“Can’t,” Draco finished firmly, taking out a cigarette and bringing it to his lips, the lighter not far behind.

Harry stared at him for a moment, at a loss as to what he should do. He had a sudden idea, then, and moved swiftly forward, pinning Draco to the desk. He pressed a kiss to Draco’s neck and heard Draco’s annoyed sigh. He knew he was about to be pushed away.

Before Draco got the chance, Harry dropped to his knees before Draco. He looked up and found Draco raising a skeptical eyebrow at him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Potter?”

Harry swallowed his nerves and pressed on. His eyes locked with Draco’s as he didn’t answer but instead undid the button and zipper of Draco’s jeans, massaging Draco’s cock through the material. So far, his ministrations seemed to be having no effect.

Despite the lack of reaction, Harry went on. He ran his hands up Draco’s sides underneath his light tee shirt. His fingers grazed the pale skin, running over the smoothly defined muscles of Draco’s torso and lower body.

He brought his hands back to Draco’s jeans, running his fingers under the waist and tugging them down just a bit over Draco’s hips. He glanced up at Draco uncertainly, wondering why he hadn’t said anything yet.

Draco looked down at Harry with a mingled emotion on his face. This wasn’t working too well with the whole Dump Potter and Leave plan. Then again, he wasn’t one to turn down sexual favors, no matter who they were from, unless they were from someone completely deplorable, and Potter certainly wasn’t deplorable, just… clingy.

If he allowed Potter to do this, what kind of message was it sending? He had already told him no, repetitively. He had known this would happen; it always did. The problem was that Potter seemed to be more persistent and resistant to his rejection than others.

On the other hand, if he stopped it, he would miss out on a blow job by Potter, who could be considered good-looking in most respects. If he would only get rid of his baggy tee shirts and jeans.

Draco stared down at Harry, who seemed to be waiting for the go from him. He paused for a moment, weighing all the options. Finally, he leaned down, twining a hand in Harry’s hair and jerking his face upward.

Their lips were centimeters apart and Draco could feel Harry’s erratic breath. He knew Harry was nervous and scared of what he was going to say. He took an agonizingly long amount of time to finally speak to Harry.

“Make it good,” he finally whispered, letting go of Harry’s hair and standing up again, bracing his hands against the desk as he felt Harry’s tentative tongue on his cock.

To Harry’s relief, he could tell that Draco was beginning to enjoy himself. His cock was rapidly growing harder before his very eyes and Harry could hardly believe his luck. Slowly, he ran his tongue over the hardening member.

He ran his hands over Draco’s torso, tracing patterns over the muscles there while his tongue continued to work on Draco’s hard cock. After much teasing, Harry took all of Draco’s length in his mouth, finally rewarded for his efforts from a small groan from Draco, who’s grip had tightened around the edges of the desk, the tiniest sign he was enjoying it.

Harry sucked hard on Draco’s leaking cock, running his tongue over its head. He felt one of Draco’s hands twining in his hair and gripping it tightly. Feeling more confident, Harry ran his hand over the base of Draco’s shaft, pumping along with his tongue.

Draco threw his head back and let out a low moan as he felt Harry’s ministrations increase. He had to admit Harry wasn’t half bad at that. He gave a sharp gasp when he felt Harry sucking hard on his leaking prick.

His knuckles were white from his grip on the desk’s edge and he let out a low moan as he came suddenly, shooting into Harry’s mouth. His breathing was heavy as he came down from the peak of his climax.

Harry swallowed Draco’s come with minor difficulty. He pressed a kiss to Draco’s stomach before Draco reached down and pulled him upright. Harry stared into Draco’s silver-grey eyes, wondering what Draco was going to say to him.

“Monday, Potter, detention.” Then Draco zipped up his pants and left the room.

Harry stared after him for a moment, not understanding a thing. Finally, he shook his head and went back to his desk, grabbing his bag and shoving Seamus’ note inside it. He sighed and left.

Once he got back to the Dursleys, he saw that Eva was once again there, working on whatever project she had with Dudley. He still didn’t understand how she could stand him. But then, he seemed all the more nicer when he was around her.

Harry bypassed them in the living room, not bothering to greet them, and headed for his room. Before he got there, he was waylaid by Uncle Vernon.

“Where have you been, boy?” he demanded, poking his sausage-like finger into Harry’s chest.

“I had a detention,” Harry muttered, taking a step back. He didn’t feel like bickering with Vernon today.

“A detention, eh?” Vernon repeated. “And why did you get a detention?”

“No reason,” Harry said flatly, moving to go around Vernon.

“Wait a minute, boy!” Vernon called after him. “You better leave Dudley alone! He’s working on a project and I won’t have you messing it up.”

“I’m sure he can do that all on his own,” Harry replied scathingly, then slipped into his room before Vernon could have a fit.

He spent most of the next hour trying to write his essay. The problem was that his mind was just too preoccupied with thoughts of Draco to concentrate properly. He wanted to believe that Draco didn’t really mean what he said, that maybe it was possible for there to be something more. After all, he had allowed Harry to suck him off earlier. That had to be a step in the right direction, right?

It wasn’t that Harry wanted a relationship. He just felt like it wasn’t over with Draco. He couldn’t help himself when his mind drifted to the feel of Draco inside him, his hot, sweaty body pressed against his own, the beating of his heart against Harry’s chest. He wanted to feel it all again.

He didn’t know how long he lay on his bed, his notebook open on his lap, hardly a sentence written. The time had slowly disappeared into dusk and the streetlamps were coming on on the street below.

Harry sat up quickly as he heard a soft knock on his door. His notebook slid to the floor but he paid it no mind. “Come in?” he asked, wondering who it was.

The door was pushed open carefully and Eva slipped in, shutting it behind her. “Hi, Harry,” she said with a cheerful smile. “Dudley’s in the bathroom so I thought I might have a chat with you. He’ll be in there for a while, if you know what I mean.”

“Ew,” Harry said, looking disgusted.

“Too much information?”

“Yes, very.”

Eva just laughed and joined Harry on the bed. “How are you, Harry?”

“I’m…” Harry hesitated. He didn’t understand why she was so interested in him. Then he remembered something. “Does this have anything to do with your friend? Who is he? Do I know him?”

Eva smiled. “I can’t tell you. But how are you doing?”

Harry hesitated. “Well, there’s this guy I like and I don’t really know what he thinks about me. We’ve… you know, a few times, but he told me nothing was going to come of it.”

Eva looked thoughtful for a moment, and Harry wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. “So you don’t think he wants anything? What are you going to do about it?”

“I…” Harry paused, thinking. “I think he doesn’t mean it. I think there could be something more, I mean, at least more…” He trailed off, hoping she understood what he meant. He felt weird telling a complete stranger about his love-life, or lack thereof.

“What if he’s right?”

“Then I guess it was a waste, but I should try, right?”

“You’re very optimistic, Harry,” Eva said. “I like that. I think—” She was interrupted as the door to Harry’s room burst open and an angry looking Dudley appeared in the doorway.

“Eva,” he said, while still glaring at Harry. “Your brother’s here.”

Eva smiled graciously and got up from Harry’s bed, sweeping past Dudley. “You’re such a sweetie,” she told him, and Harry tried not to laugh as Dudley flushed a light pink color. “Bye, Harry!” she called as she went down the stairs.

Once she was out of sight, Dudley seemed to come out of his daze and he glared at Harry. “Back off! She’s mine. She wants to date me, not you. Stop hitting on her or I’ll hit you!”

Harry stared at Dudley for a moment, then got off the bed, walking closer and feeling a slight power as Dudley took a step backwards.

“I like guys, Dudley,” he said seriously. “I like fucking and being fucked by men. I like kissing guys. I don’t want Eva. I want some hot, tennis player to shove me up against a wall and—”

“MUM!” Dudley wailed, cutting Harry off and placing his hands over his ears. “Mum! He’s talking about you-know-what again!”

Then Dudley took off down the stairs, still yelling for his mother. Chuckling to himself, Harry shut the door after him. He knew that little stunt might have cost him his phone for a week, but it had been completely worth it.

Still laughing, Harry walked over to his window and looked at the street beyond. He saw Eva slipping into the passenger side of a silver, expensive-looking car. Without a moment’s hesitation, the car took off, its tires squealing as it zoomed off down the lamp-lit road and disappeared into the night.


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Song belongs to Justin Timberlake, "sexyback".

A/N: It's been a month, oops, sorry. Finals start soon, though, however all my papers are now turned in and my Italian project is done! To celebrate, another chapter :) Please review!