The sexual escapades of Draco Malfoy

The sexual escapades of Draco Malfoy

Author: Silver7772

Translator: James Black

Beta Reader: Mindy (Thank you!!!)

Chapter 6

Unexpected Affection

Hermione kept her word and, on this evening, before she stood up, collected her books and left for the girls dormitories, she slipped Malfoy’s diary with an Hermione-untypical grin in Harry's bag.

Well, an hour and lots of deliberation and arguing with himself, Harry gave in and let himself being carried away by the thought of reading it. At the same time, he told himself unceasingly that the reason of reading was a complete other. He didn't like Malfoy. Least of all in that way. Of course not. He hated him! They were enemies - since his first day at Hogwarts, they couldn't stand each other... and nothing has changed since then. Never would he get in bed with Malfoy!

Apart from that, Malfoy was pretty much the biggest floozy he had ever seen. His diary was the best proof!

And exactly this was the reason why he told himself he want to read it. He admitted it to nobody, except for his best friends, but sometimes he tied himself into knots that he alone of all his classmates had practically no sexual experiences.

That he believed he was gay was the next difficulty... How to get of with a girl, Ron could have told him - for him and a few other Gryffindors there already were no other topics of conversation. But how it would be with a guy... with THAT even his best friend couldn't help him.

And therefore he had to read the diary! At least he said that to himself over and over again.

Well, there also were other reasons... more interest and... dirtier reasons. But Harry tried to ignore them as good as possible. During the day, he managed the ignoring part somewhat good as long as he stood away from Malfoy.

Unfortunately, he hadn't got his thoughts completely under control. Over and over again, he awoke at night and noticed that he dreamed of Malfoy again. And the things Malfoy was doing in his dreams left no doubt, that Malfoy surely turned him on and that he was far from hating the blonde.

As Harry awoke this night too, panting but smiling, he needed a few moments to realize he had dreamed again. It was so damn real! Somehow he could feel Malfoy's kiss on his lips, the smooth skin, the soft blond hair; he could feel the gaze on his body, uncontrollable and covetous...

"Damn!" Harry said loud to himself, as he noticed what he was thinking. It was exasperating! He sat up on his bed and pondered what he should do now. He had no stomach for sleeping. Too many thoughts whirred around his head. Besides, a blond Slytherin waited in his dreams to snatch off his clothes, to let his soft lips kiss every part of Harry’s body, to let himself slide down on his knees, to unbutton the jeans, to let his warm wet wonderful smooth lips... "Damn, not again!"

With a mind to distract himself, Harry decided to take a walk. He took his cloak, tried to smooth his hair and walked as quietly as possible to the entrance hall.

After he walked half an hour around the lake, he got a little bit tired and sat down under a big oak, as he noticed Malfoy's diary in his pocket. That bally thing, just a few seconds ago he had managed to think about something else!

"Okay." Harry thought and pulled the book outside. "The faster I read it, the faster I know what's in and I finally can forget Malfoy!"

With a shifty gaze, he flipped the book open and began to read. He had to admit, a few things Malfoy was doing were pretty... interesting. Without wanting it, he delved more and more into the stories and was oblivious of the things around him, while his thoughts snatched away from his control and became independent.

He read about half the book as he turned over another page and found an entry that rang a bell.

It was the much-discussed Justin-Finch-Fletchley-Story. No other entry was so popular and caused such a great stir. It was mentioned whenever people spoke about the diary. All talked about how hot the scene was, how Malfoy had surprised Justin and how Malfoy had fucked Justin senseless, in clothes, under the shower oozing with hot water on the hard stone floor.

5th May - Yesterday night, I patrolled the corridors to make sure nobody was breaking the rules. All seemed okay, until I passed the prefect bathroom. It seemed like somebody was in there. I could hear the patter of water...

A smile appeared on Harry's face, as his eyes closed unconsciously and he leaned on the tree relaxing. His thoughts turned off themselves and he couldn't help but began to fantasize...

... He was in the prefect bathroom. Hot water was pattering hard against his face and flew about his body, as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. It felt frantically good... Slowly, his hand slid down his body, slithered about his neck and his chest, stimulated one of his nipples, before he moved his hand down. His fingers stroked his erect penis, first slowly, then faster and tighter. He felt his orgasm approach and moved his hand even faster.

Suddenly he felt someone standing behind him. He turned around and saw Malfoy walking up to him, never averting the lustful gaze of him...

Slowly and still smiling, he opened his eyes, but all seemed blurred.

The blond Slytherin now stood in front of him, his eyes sparkled wildly and a few strands of his wonderful soft hair felt in his face.

"Malfoy..." Harry moaned. One hand still stroked his erection while the other reached out for Draco. "Malfoy, you make me so horny. You are so hot. Come here. I want you..."

"POTTER! What the fuck are you doing? And why are you driveling such rubbish?" Draco's expression was panic-stricken as he pulled Harry out of his dream.

Suddenly, he wasn't anymore in the prefect bathroom, he didn't feel the hot water on his skin and Malfoy, who just quivered of desire, now stood there and starred at him bewildered.

Malfoy...

Malfoy?

"Damn, MALFOY!" Harry was thunderstruck, as he became aware of the situation he was in. He jumped up and instinctively drew back a few steps where he fell to the ground.

"Ah, Potter?" Irritated, Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Malfoy." Harry looked up at the Slytherin who stood right above him.

"Is that my diary?"

Harry's face couldn't get any redder then it was. Still totally shocked he looked at Draco, apparently not able to say something.

"It's mine" Draco answered himself, picking up the diary, running over the pages to see that no damage was done and dropping it into his bag.

Then he bent down till he could see Harry's face and an amused grin appeared on his own.

"So Potter... Then explain why you're sitting here alone in the middle of the night, jerking off and moaning my name while you read my diary."

Harry didn't seem able to react. Damn, that couldn't be real! Why didn't he hear Malfoy coming? And how should he get out of this situation? He just thought about hexing Malfoy and modify his memory, but that would be too un-Gryffindor.

"Well I think I know what that means." Draco bent down another few centimeters so he could whisper in Harry's ear. "You want me, Potter!" He breathed with a seductive voice, accentuating every syllable.

Something clicked in Harry's head by these words.

It was the truth. He wanted Malfoy! So much, like he never wanted anything...

For weeks he wanted him and now he had to admit it. He was so unbelievably close, so close like never before! He could feel the warm breath on his ear, Draco's lips, these wonderful, soft lips were just a couple of millimeters away, nearly touched his skin. He almost went mad at the imagination!

It was useless trying to resist, it was just impossible to overcome this temptation - he couldn't do it and he didn't want it anymore...

"I want you" Harry hissed back. Draco bent over him and kissed him passionately.

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