Just a Poker Face

Just a Poker Face

The River

Harry and Draco bolted back towards the castle. It was near midnight when they finally emerged from the changing room showers. Needless to say that they were no cleaner for the time they spent there. Harry’s shirt was plastered to his chest and his hair was a sopping mop. Draco’s hair, however, fell neatly into place with only a few swipes of his fingers through it. Harry was unnaturally jealous about it.

The cool night wind whipped through their damp clothes but did nothing to dry them. They skidded into the Entrance Hall, laughing as they went. Harry was completely giddy from the night’s experiences and found himself laughing more naturally than he had in months. He watched Draco lean into him, laughing uncontrollably and having long ago given up all attempts to appear dignified. Harry had never seen Draco genuinely laughing. The blonde only ever seemed to enjoy himself when it was at the expense of another person, in the past. Harry knew now, however, seeing Draco’s uninhibited smile, that those mean laughs were not true amusement.

“God, you’re gorgeous when you laugh like that,” Harry blurted out, leaning against the rail of the grand staircase. Draco looked up through his chuckling and shook his head.

“I’m always gorgeous, Potter,” he corrected. “It just took you this long to notice. Rather a feat, too. I really believed you were blind for a while there.” He plucked Harry’s glasses off his nose and slipped them onto himself. “Then again, maybe I was right.” He blinked furiously, unable to see through the thick lenses. Harry laughed
harder.

“You look ridiculous,” he said through his snickering. He could only see Draco in detail from very close up. He took back his glasses. “They don’t suit you. Too sophisticated an image for a little ferret like you.” Draco feigned horror.

“Please,” he shot back. “If you think that the image you portray is one of sophistication with those glasses, then you are in for a rude awakening.”

“You are both in for a rude awakening,” a deep and displeased voice came from behind them. Harry and Draco both snapped out of their reverie and turned to see Snape hovering on the stairs above them like an angry bat. “Students are not allowed to roam the castle after hours and you certainly aren’t permitted to make a mockery of the rules of this school by parading around your sordid affair at every possible moment.”

Harry glared at Snape but Draco collected himself faster. Snape glowered at them. He did not seem so consumed with hatred for Harry but rather jealous of him. Harry glanced at Draco and back to Snape but shook off the idea. Certainly the greasy professor was simply discontent at seeing Harry and Draco enjoying each other so much rather than harbouring inappropriate thoughts about his favoured student.

“Actually, Professor,” Draco drawled, apparently bored with Snape entirely. “Given that I am a Prefect, I do have permission to walk the halls after hours,” he explained. “And I was simply escorting Potter, here, back to his dormitory. I caught him in the Quidditch changing rooms after dark and punished him accordingly.” Draco spoke every word carefully and deliberately, his silver eyes trained on Snape and flashing dangerously. Harry smirked to himself and mimicked Draco’s expression.

“Regardless,” Snape shot back, his dark eyes lingering on the dangerously short distance between the two students. “You have been summoned to the Headmaster’s office come Monday to discuss your recent behaviour.” He turned to leave but paused. “And ten points from both Gryffindor and Slytherin for your cheek.”
Snape left them and Draco sucked his teeth in disdain. He turned back to Harry and began to nibble on his neck. Harry fought the urge to let him continue and pulled back.

“We just lost twenty house points between us,” Harry reiterated, in case Draco had missed it. The Slytherin seemed unimpressed. “I think it’s about time we actually get back to our dormitories.”

“You want to start following the rules now?” Draco asked, running his hands down Harry’s wet torso. “When you’ve got such a good reason not to?” Draco’s hand found its way down to Harry’s crotch and squeezed.

“Valid point,” he said in a rather higher pitch than he had intended. He took Draco’s hand and removed it, lacing their fingers instead. “But we should still go.”
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. He started up the staircase, still holding Harry’s hand but Harry did not follow him and he was forced to stop in his tracks. He turned and shrugged a question.

“You don’t live up there,” Harry explained rather lamely. Draco waited further. “I mean, why are you heading upstairs?”

“You are slow, aren’t you?” Draco’s drawl had changed when he spoke to Harry. “I told Snape I would escort you back. If we’re going to start obeying rules then I’d say that not lying to teachers would be a good way to begin.”

Understanding dawned on Harry and he nodded, snorting to himself as he followed Draco up the stairs. The idea of Draco escorting him anywhere (for his safety or whatever other reason one could imagine) was laughable. Harry was sure that, of the two of them, he was the more experienced in defense. Still, he found it oddly comfortable to be following Draco, rather than leading him.

They reached the portrait hole and Harry stopped to turn to the blonde. He waited, poised and ready with a rather superior look on his face. Draco stared at him.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight, like a proper gentleman?” Harry asked, rolling his shoulders to mimic the part of damsel as he saw it in his head. Draco stared seriously at him and shook his head. Harry frowned, dropped his shoulders and placed his hands squarely on his hips. “Why not?”

“Rules, remember?” Draco explained, clearly very pleased with himself. “You wanted to start following rules.” Harry glared at him.

“Only some rules,” he said flatly. “And only sometimes.”

“Ah, see, that’s not possible,” Draco said. He suddenly looked a lot like Percy Weasley might have in the same position. “You can’t be selective about rule breaking. Furthermore, I cannot instinctively know when you want to break rules and when you do not. I am not psychic. Afraid it’s either, or.”

Harry said nothing, glaring at Draco, then grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him into a forceful kiss. Draco reciprocated without much protest and then pulled away smirking.

“You are not very hard to corrupt,” he mused. “Given the right leverage.” Harry nodded sarcastically.

“Right,” he replied. “All Voldemort really had to do was present me with the chance to snog you and I would have gladly allowed him to wreak havoc on the world. Pity he never thought of that.”

“Yes, truly,” Draco murmured as he turned to go back to his own dormitory. “Goodnight, Potter.”

“Goodnight, Malfoy,” Harry answered, watching him disappear down the stairs. He smiled and then turned towards a very displeased Fat Lady. He stood through a scolding for ten minutes before she allowed him to speak the password and go into Gryffindor Tower. He went to sleep that night completely disinterested in the points he had lost, or the anger he had felt earlier in the day. He didn’t care about the meeting with Dumbledore. He only cared to revel in the pleasant aftermath of a night of wildly satisfying shagging and the knowledge that there was more to come.
*****

Harry decided that he did not like Sundays much. Or, more accurately, he did not like coming to the realization that he had copious amounts of homework due and only one day to complete it.

He realized, as he gathered his things into his bag and prepared to go down to the library, that Draco was a bad influence on him in this respect. Hermione would usually force him to prioritize and sit himself down to finish his work before doing anything enjoyable, but Draco… no. Draco was quite the opposite. He was the proverbial devil on your shoulder, telling you to give in to whatever desire might rise within you. And he was ever so convincing.

Harry sighed and made his way down towards the portrait hole. Just as he was pushing through to leave Gryffindor Tower, however, he felt a hand on his back and immediately and instinctively drew his wand and swung around, knocking the person to the side.

“Ouch!” a little squeal came when Harry realized that he had actually knocked over Hermione and she had hit the wall rather hard. He gasped and put away his wand, immediately trying to help her.

“Oh my god, Hermione,” he blurted out. “I’m so sorry. Are you ok?”

Hermione shook herself off, picked up the books she had dropped and took a deep breath before looking at him. He immediately felt a twinge of guilt along with a sense of despair at seeing her.

“It’s alright, Harry,” she answered, finally. She gestured for them to leave the common room and Harry went out. “I just wanted… I wanted to ask you something. About… Malfoy.” Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes and just walk away. Given that he had practically body-checked her into the wall, he decided that he owed her that much.

“I know what I’m doing, Hermione,” he answered before she even asked. “And whatever happens, it will be over tomorrow anyway.” Even as he said the words he felt the meaning of them sink deep into his stomach. He paused momentarily, his expression darkening with disappointment before he shook it off and looked her in the face.

“No, it’s not that,” she said, beginning to walk down the stairs. Harry followed. “I just wanted to know… what it feels like.” Harry stopped dead and she did too, turning back to him and bracing herself as the staircase moved.

“How what feels?” he inquired, the puzzled expression on his face apparently difficult for her watch.

“What if feels like to be around him,” she explained very quietly. Harry had no idea what that was supposed to mean. He stood there, dumbfounded and more confused. She shook her head and pressed on, speaking very quickly. “I mean, do you feel as though your stomach is going to explode, or as though you’re being tickled from the inside out? Does it feel as though the world fades away and you just can’t concentrate on anything else? Or, do you feel like the ground has been torn out from under you, leaving you dizzy and falling forever? Do you feel simultaneously hot and cold?”

Hermione spoke so quickly Harry had trouble following her words. He blinked several times as he thought over her questions and tried to formulate an answer. How did it feel to be with Draco?

“Sort of,” he answered finally, unsure of what that meant and whether or not he was doing the feeling justice. “It feels like flying,” he eventually concluded. Her expression was almost as puzzled as his had previously been. “I mean, it feels comfortable and good but also exciting and terrifying. It feels like the world isn’t there but I don’t need it to be. It’s liberating and paralyzing.”

Hermione hung on his every word and then, to his surprise, nodded at him with a small smile. She stepped back up towards him and wrapped an arm around him, pushing her books into his chest.

“Ok, Harry,” she told him. “That’s all I needed to know.” Then she smiled at him once more and ran off down the stairs, presumably towards the Great Hall. Harry was frozen on the spot for a while before he could even begin to consider what had just happened.

Eventually, he decided to leave it for later and continued on his way to the library. He glanced around in the doorway, looking for an empty table or a blond Slytherin.
His eyes found Draco, pouring over a thick and dusty volume while absently scribbling things down on a piece of parchment to his right. Harry made his way through the tables and dropped his bag into the chair opposite Draco. The blonde had his back to the other tables and was facing a row of bookshelves. He looked up when Harry arrived and carefully kicked out the chair to his left.

“What are you working on?” Harry asked in a whisper, knowing too well that Madam Pince tolerated absolutely no talking in her library. He took the indicated seat and pulled out his Charms textbook. Draco’s unoccupied hand slid carefully down to Harry’s thigh and rested there. He palmed at Harry’s leg spreading heat quickly
through the fabric of his trousers. Harry inhaled as slowly as possible.

“Potions essay for Snape,” he answered, staring at the tiny writing on the massive book. His hand moved steadily up Harry’s thigh. The Gryffindor tried not to show any sign of acknowledgement at all and unrolled his partially started essay on Healing Charms.

“I haven’t started that one yet,” he offered conversationally. He tried to ignore Draco’s fingers along the inside of his leg. “Is it hard?” He saw Draco smile darkly at the page before him and abruptly moved his hand to cup Harry’s twitching cock.

“Not yet, but it will be,” he hissed. Harry inhaled sharply and his quill scratched diagonally on the parchment. He tried to recover and turn the odd line into a K but was failing to ignore his growing hardness as Draco rubbed his palm between Harry’s legs.

“Draco,” Harry gasped, trying very hard not to draw attention and to keep his voice low. They were certainly already in enough trouble as it was and he did not by any means want to ignite the ire of the Hogwarts Librarian. “Will,” he attempted, his voice coming out in a squeak. He swallowed hard. “Will it take long?” The blonde snickered quietly to himself and continued to scribble on his parchment.

“Don’t worry, Potter,” he soothed falsely. His hand exerted more pressure and Harry sat straighter in his chair. “If it takes too long I can just get you to write my Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. I’ll be fine.”

Harry turned sharply to him and Draco finally looked up with a very bemused smile on his face. He ran his tongue slowly along his bottom lip and Harry swallowed again. Harry’s lips parted and he found himself caught in Draco’s movements. The blonde leaned in slowly, caught on the same breath of air as Harry, and let their mouths linger less than an inch apart for what felt like days.

“I thought you wanted to work, Potter,” he whispered, Harry found himself leaning into the ungiven kiss. Harry nodded.

“I do,” he said, trying to convince himself. “I want to, to work.” His tongue flicked out tentatively as though that might draw Draco in further. Draco’s lips drew into a very pleased smile.

“It doesn’t look like it,” he breathed and Harry felt his body get hot as more blood rushed south. “It looks like you want to do something else.”

Harry’s breaths were short and ragged now. He had completely forgotten he was holding his quill and there was a large black blot on his Charms essay. He dropped the quill unconsciously and angled himself towards Draco. He wanted Draco’s mouth so badly.

“You want to do me, don’t you, Potter?” Draco asked. He flicked his tongue out so that it just touched Harry’s lips before disappearing again. Harry could not answer. Draco’s hand was merciless against his hard and trapped cock. He couldn’t have given his own name at that point, if asked. Nothing else mattered but having Draco’s mouth.

Draco brushed his lips over Harry’s for less than a second before pulling back. It was just long enough for Harry to taste him and know that it wasn’t sufficient. Draco made a satisfied noise and dropped his own quill.

“Follow me,” he ordered, getting to his feet and walking off down the aisles of books. Harry tried not to scramble to his feet but was having trouble fighting the urge. His erection was pushing tightly against his pants and he needed to be released.

He followed Draco quickly but as nonchalantly as possible until they reached the Restricted Section of the library. Draco opened the gate and ushered Harry through before closing and locking it behind him. He wandered through more aisles to the most secluded spot he could find. Once he was satisfied, he spun on Harry and pulled him viciously to himself, crushing their mouths together. Harry’s hands grasped immediately at Draco’s neck and robes, tugging them down to urge their bodies together. Draco’s tongue licked his teeth as they kissed, both of them desperate and needy. Draco’s hands were grabbing Harry’s butt and pulling him in so their hard pricks rubbed together through their trousers.

Draco sucked on Harry’s tongue and turned him, moving him steadily backward until Harry felt himself pressed against a hard stone wall. His fingers were working the buckle of Harry’s belt, tugging at it impatiently and pulling at the fastening on his trousers. When he managed to undo it, Draco pushed Harry’s trousers down until they dropped with a soft thud to the floor. He slipped his hand into Harry’s pants and wrapped his fingers around the Gryffindor’s cock.

Then, with no good reason to Harry’s mind, Draco pulled away from the kiss and gave his lover a very mischievous look. He leaned in and breathed into Harry’s ear.

“I’m going to fuck you right here and now,” he said hotly. Harry moved his hips into Draco’s hand. “I’m going to fuck you under the noses of all these people and none of them will ever know.” Harry could hardly concentrate on what Draco was saying but the words filled him with fire nonetheless. “I won’t cast a disillusionment charm.” Harry moaned very softly as Draco twisted his wrist at the head of Harry’s cock. “So if someone comes this way, they could see us.” More blood rushed to Harry’s loins. “Which means we can’t attract attention.” Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s ear. “So as much as I love to hear you scream my name when you come,” he paused to lick Harry’s earlobe and nibble the edge. “You will not make a sound.”

Harry realized it was an order far too late. Draco squeezed his cock harder and the Gryffindor let out a small cry which was rewarded with a sharp shock down his back. He shuddered from the feeling and Draco pulled away. Harry was panting and his eyes were clouded with lust. He nodded and decided to take the challenge. What he wanted more than anything now was to have Draco inside of him. He wanted to come because of Draco. He needed to.

The Slytherin kissed him once more on the lips before moving down his neck and then sinking to his knees in front of Harry. He pulled down Harry’s pants and Harry gasped, fully aware that he was completely exposed in a very accessible place, Restricted Section or not. Draco rubbed his cheek gently against Harry’s throbbing cock and lapped at it with his tongue in similar fashion to a cat.

His hands were pulling apart Harry’s butt and pressing him into the cold stone of the wall. Draco licked at the tip of Harry’s shaft, tasting the pre-come and spreading it over his lips. The image was already testing Harry’s resolve to stay quiet as he exhaled deeply and quickly, forcing himself not to make a sound.

Draco blew gently over the shaft where he had licked and sent shivers through Harry’s body. The blonde placed his mouth on the hard length before him and began to suck it in, shallow at first and then deeper and deeper. Harry braced himself against the wall with one hand and buried the other in Draco’s hair. He needed to touch as much of Draco as was possible.

The Slytherin massaged the shaft with his tongue and hummed softly into the movements, using the gentle vibrations as added help. Harry watched as his cock disappeared into Draco’s mouth with every bob of the blonde’s head and eventually shut his eyes, throwing his head back to avoid speaking.

Draco pulled away and left Harry’s length wet and tingling. Harry opened his eyes to question the abrupt halt when Draco spun him around and forced him face first into the wall. Harry cried out in both pain and surprise but was shocked heavily for it. He gritted his teeth and braced both hands against the stone.

“Don’t move,” Draco whispered, the order setting in as Harry attempted to adjust himself and received a shock for it. Draco pulled apart his butt cheeks and then, unexpectedly, Harry felt something hot and wet run around his opening.

He pressed his face hard into the wall to avoid moaning loudly as Draco pushed his hot tongue into Harry’s hole, carefully probing him. His entire body was already shaking from the tension it took him to obey both orders. The feeling of Draco fucking him with his tongue was so much more than Harry had bargained for. He felt his cock pressing against the stone now and couldn’t be bothered by the almost painful sensation.

Draco eventually got to his feet and pressed his body against Harry’s from behind. His mouth caught on Harry’s jaw and sucked as he pressed his fingers into Harry’s opening in the place of his tongue. Draco was panting now too and Harry delighted in the knowledge of it.

Finally Harry felt Draco press his cock to Harry’s butt and plunge deep into his hole without delay. Harry thought the scream rather than perform it as his mouth opened wide from the effort of it. Draco was moving inside of him quickly and roughly. He pushed in deeper and deeper with every thrust. His hands were on Harry’s hips and his face was against Harry’s, panting down his neck with every movement. The whole thing was strangely intimate, despite the forceful and public nature of it.
Draco bit his lip hard and pushed in so deep, so fast that Harry came, and came hard, against the wall. He shook violently from the climax and the effort of not speaking. He unconsciously clenched around Draco as he thrust in again and was rewarded with Draco’s own explosion inside of him. Draco moaned very softly, apparently unable to stop himself. Harry smiled and leaned his forehead against the stone to cool his head.

Draco pulled out after a few moments and adjusted himself. Harry intended to move to do the same before he realized that the order had not been lifted and he received a shock. Draco stood there, behind him, for a moment simply surveying him.

“You look so bloody hot like this,” he whispered, running his hand over Harry’s butt. “You can talk and move now.”

Harry sighed in relief and make a noise simply because he had to. He turned himself around and pulled up his pants and trousers, readjusting them.

“You’re a prat,” he shot at Draco, shoving his shoulder as he buckled his belt. He turned back to the wall and realized that he had left a dripping mess there. He flushed. “Er…” Draco looked over his shoulder and snickered.

“You’re a hot mess,” he murmured before casting a cleaning charm on the wall. “I can’t take you anywhere without desecrating it, can I Potter?” He tsked and shook his head, adjusting his hair. “You must insist on leaving your mark on everything.”

Harry glared at him.

“That was you fault,” he retorted. “Entirely yours.” He leaned back against the wall, once it was clean, and crossed his arms over his chest, staring at Draco as he ran his fingers through his hair. He smiled and tilted his head. Draco caught him and smirked.

“Jealous?” he asked malevolently. “I would be if I were you. The state of your hair is ridiculous.” Harry snorted and shook his head.

“I decided that I don’t care,” Harry said finally. Draco turned to him, his eyebrows up near his hairline.

“Well, I would have thought you stopped caring about the style of your hair years ago,” Draco mocked. “You mean you’ve been trying all these years? That’s rather pathetic of you, Potter.”

“No, shut up,” he snapped, rolling his eyes. “I’ve decided that I don’t care if this entire week is an attempt to get back at me or something equally stupid.” Draco’s expression being unreadable to Harry. Still, he pressed on with a smile. “If this whole week means nothing more to you than a way to humiliate me that’s fine. I am prepared for the repercussions and the consequences of my actions.” He paused and leaned in. “I’m also prepared to kill you if it does turn out that you are going to betray me.”

Harry said the last words in all seriousness, his eyes hard and his expression determined. Most people might have been disturbed by this admission on the part of Harry Potter, Golden Boy. Draco Malfoy, however, was not.

He looked rather amused. He leaned in to match Harry’s position and smiled a very disconcerting smile.

“What makes you think, Potter,” he drawled quietly. “That it will be so easy for you to kill me, now that you’ve fallen in love with me?”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as Draco pulled away and left to return to their table. He was caught in the answer and couldn’t escape it. He reconsidered and realized that Draco was right.

Whether he wanted to be or not, Harry was in love with him.

“Well, I suppose that would make killing him more of a challenge.”

Harry followed Draco back to the table to continue his work. He decided that he was alright with that too.
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A/N: So I have a question I’ve been meaning to ask for a while. Does ANYONE ELSE have Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” playing through their head nonstop when or after they read this? Because I DO. Damn her for that bloody song.
Anyway, thank you for the lovely reviews! I like the way this chapter turned out better than the other two. I think I’m getting back into things but perhaps I’m wrong. I hope you like it too!
Whitmore: I don’t know if this story has more than two more chapters (or one more now) in it, but I have already started a new fic and will be posting the first chapter to that one soon. Plus I have two separate oneshots in the works that I have been meaning to write for a couple days now and will be posting those soon. I’m very glad you like this, though, thank you!
Thrnbrooke: you just rock. So much. You rock. I love you. 8D
Wynja: Well I do like to be told my work is genius, hahaha. No, thank you very very much for the review and kind words. I’m glad you are enjoying it even though you don’t ship this pairing. I don’t like seeing Draco really sappy or feminine either so I tried to keep him as in control as possible. Again, thank you so much for the review! I hope not to disappoint.
As always, love and PR0NZ for reviews!