I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock

WARNING: Heavy graphic material containing GAY sex acts. If this offends you, why are you even reading this?

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*~I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock~*

Chapter six

I couldn’t control my anger the following days.

Glass cracked when I passed by, doors suddenly shut closed, wind howled against the windows...If I hadn’t known better I would say I was in one of those horror movies muggles watched.

The worse part of it was that my cock didn’t want to know of a ‘break’. I craved sex like no other time and even if my anger was mostly because of Malfoy. ..

Well.

It didn’t stop me from craving him either.

~~~

“What on earth have you been doing that you have lost track of your homework?”

I mentally rolled my eyes but blinked back at Hermione as she, Ron and I walked to potions.

“I mean, first you begin going late to classes. What’s going on? You were the first to get out of breakfast yesterday anyhow.”

“Must you know every little thing about me, Hermione?” I asked, hoping she’d hear the warning note.

She ignored it if she did. “This is your education, of course I do!”

“You don’t have to play parent just because I don’t have any.”

“Oh stop your grumbling, I play parent to Ron plenty of time too, and there is no difference.” She turned to Ron this time.

“Have you finished that charms essay?”

“Eh...”

“Ronald Weasley!”

“I swear I did it ‘Mione!” I watched him pale and I sniggered.

“Attempted, you mean?” I supplied, and Ron glared at me.

“Where’s yours then?”

Knowing Hermione would hear either way, I whispered, “Haven’t even started.”

“Boys!”

I allowed myself to laugh with Ron as we broke in sprint away from Hermione.

I felt glad that the Hermione-spotlight was away from me for once.

~~~

When we arrived, the door was closed to the potions classroom.

It was never a good thing.

“Where’s Snape?”

The question was heard from all the little groups of students who had already arrived and waiting in the corridor.

Hermione was quick to go update herself leaving Ron and I looking around dispassionately.

A corridor mixed with Slytherin and Gryffindor students left unsupervised was never a good thing, too.

It was then I looked up searching for a familiar blond head.

For some reason, I felt certain urgency to see it and the nonstop chatter was getting to my nerves.

Malfoy was in his own group of Slytherin. His two thugs, the Parkinson-Pug, and a tall guy I really had no clue who he was.

I didn’t like him, though.

Malfoy, back to me, was resting against the wall on his shoulder as he spoke to his little audience. His bag was balanced on his popped out hip, and I could see the sensuous curve of his back even if he had his robes on.

The guy, who I definitely didn’t like, smirked back at Malfoy who nodded back at him.

“Mate?”

“What?” I snapped.

“I think if you practised enough, Malfoy’s head would explode.”

My glasses cracked and my vision was suddenly distorted by jagged lines.

“Oh for crying out loud!” I took my glasses off and glared at them as Ron burst out in laughter.

“You see, you see? You almost got it!”

“Guys,” Hermione then said, announcing her presence as she stopped next to us. “I’ve spoken with the head-boy;
apparently Professor Snape has been caught up in a few school issues .”

By the look of her prude face, I knew what she was talking about.

There was a moment of silence before she caught sight of my glasses and sighed, “Honestly...” She fixed them.

“Eh, thanks.” I said, and put them on again.

My gaze fell above Hermione’s head were Malfoy was.

...Was looking at me apparently.

Same position, just with his head turned to look at me from his shoulder.

His blond hair had once again fallen over his eyes. Something stirred within me as Malfoy’s lips parted.

But the tall guy had reached out to brush those locks away taking Malfoy’s attention, and he turned away from me.

My knuckles cracked when I tightened my fists.

Hell, I wanted to break something; I didn’t care if it was going to be glass or bone.

~~~

Snape rushed through the students and into his classroom, ordering for us to follow.

An immediate line of robes made it for the door but I kept my watch on Malfoy as he lined up too.

With him.

I left my friends in a hurry and surpassed the people till I was right behind Malfoy.

As we entered, I grabbed his cloak and pulled him to the far row of seats at the very back.

“What the hell!?”

“Shut up.” I hissed as I basically threw him at the desk. “Sit.”

He did, frowning at me and shaking his head to the guy who had followed us.

I turned to look at him, the pug and thugs were at each side of him, and the guy’s eyes widened momentarily before he stepped away.

Slowly the others did too.

I met my friends’ curious gaze then but I waved them away.

I sat, and turned to Malfoy.

He said, “You didn’t have to creep my friend like that, you know?”

I placed my fists on the desk, his eyes noting their white state before he looked back at me.

“Friend.” I repeated.

Malfoy frowned; I felt my body still completely.

Something must have showed on my face because Malfoy was quick to occupy himself with taking his books out.

It angered me so much that he wasn’t looking at me. It felt as if I didn’t have his attention any longer.

It was infuriating.

I shifted closer, practically scrapping the bench on the floor and he jumped only slightly.

I breathed out, even if with difficulty, “You look rather guilty, Malfoy.”

The blond just flipped his book open, the noise of the class settling around me, gone.

“Now that I think of it, you always look guilty.”

“I can’t help the way I look.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Malfoy close his mouth tightly.

I shifted closer yet, my knee brushing his.

Malfoy had gone strangely void and determined to change that I gripped the inside of his tight.

It was a very quick reaction.

Malfoy sat upright, eyes large and the faintest gasp coming from his lips.

The warmth from between his legs was excruciating.

It was sending all kind of feelings to my hand and down to my cock. Which, unsurprisingly, pulsed in interest.

Very big interest.

“You’ve sucked him off, haven’t you?”

Colour rushed on Malfoy’s cheeks.

“20 points off Gryffindor for disturbing class. Potter! If you want to waste any more lesson time with pointless
chit-chat I suggest you leave.”

Stupid, fucking Snape. What the hell did he know? It wasn’t my fault he came late now, was it?

...

On a second thought...

“Sorry, Professor.” Hah, so wasn’t.

I returned to Malfoy who was listening to Snape’s instructions as he flipped to the right page.

Once again I had zeroed on him, ignoring the still going whines about making Gryffindor loose points or Ron’s
questioning looks as Hermione just pulled him to the books.

Fine. So be it.

I kept my hand on Malfoy as I took my own book out.

Snape’s nasal drawl went on, “You will be working with the person next to you today.”

Oh woopty-do.

“Since we have been cut down of one hour, we will be making a fairly simple potion. A strengthening solution.”

“But sir, that takes days to do...”

“10 points off for interrupting Granger.” He said with all the happiness the greasy bastard could have, “10 more
for not having raised your hand in order to speak. Now all of you get to work!”

As people got up to fetch the ingredients both Malfoy and I didn’t.

After a while he turned to me, eyes still on the desk.

“The ingredients.” He said.

My hand tightened again on him. “What about them?”

He looked up then, “We need them for the potion.”

I hated it when he was right.

“Get them.”

I let him go as he was the singular most disgusting thing in the whole world but payed no attention to his
reaction as I fixed up our sharing cauldron.

So class begun.

~~~

Malfoy was a quiet worker.

I didn’t like that.

He was all wrapped in chopping—whatever it was he was chopping—and all I could notice was how his blond bangs scattered across his eyes as he practically bent over his chopping.

I finished stirring the potion and came that inch closer to him.

When our hips touched, the rhythm of his chopping halted before it continued steadily.

“So, was it good?” I looked around idly, but my voice was vicious.

Malfoy’s chopping slowed again. “What was?” He but gritted out.

I snapped my head around, surprised to have him actually respond back but then again, this was Malfoy during the day...not on my cock.

Not yet.

“Sucking it, sucking his dick,” I hissed, right in his ear, “did you get a nice little reward for it too? I bet
you sucked it right out of him didn’t you, you little slut.”

I grabbed his ass with my hand, pulling him more to me.

Malfoy let out a breath, shoulders tensing, as the chopping ended altogether.

“Not here.”

I glared at him.

“Here, there, anywhere Malfoy. Any time I wish to question you, I will.”

Malfoy seemed to sigh, but didn’t dare to look up or around himself to see if people had notice anything.

We were at the back of the class anyhow.

Not that that had ever stopped us before.

“Tell me.” I commanded.

“No...I didn’t.”

“I didn’t say ‘lie to me’, Malfoy.”

I had started to rub my hand around his ass cheeks, dipping my fingers now and then were the crack was, rubbing the spot where I had spurted my cum in once before.

“I, I wasn’t.” Malfoy said, shifting his footing so that his legs were a bit more parted.

I smirked internally, the little horny fuck.

“Keep chopping.” My voice was throaty when I said this, my touch on him far more considerate than my tone.

Malfoy chopped, and I watched his cheeks go red once again under my gaze.

I came closer to him, inhaling the air surrounding him, the air with his scent.

“You like me touching you, don’t you.”

“It’s not a question...is it?”

I leered at him, “what a bold tongue we have today, want to put it at good use?” I squeezed one of his ass
cheeks in my hand, brutally. “Don’t get smart with me.” I threatened.

Malfoy shivered, I felt it. “Why, think you can’t handle it?”

My anger doubled. “I can handle you, Malfoy. We both know I can.”

He looked up at me, “You can fuck me.”

My cock went hard then and there. It was so hot—even if incredibly annoying—having Malfoy suddenly be so bold and telling me that.

“You can touch me,” he continued, his voice a hot air upon my face. “But you can’t deal with me.”

My eyes narrowed into his silver ones.

“I’ve dealt with you for the past six years...” I hissed back.

Malfoy passed his pink tongue around his bottom lip as a result of my fingers seeking around his pant covered crack.

My thoughts slowed for a second as I watched the pink tongue retreat, and raised my eyes back to his.

“What makes you think that I can’t now?”

I heard the sound of a knife dropping on the chopping block and Malfoy’s fingers were suddenly brushing on my
hardened member.

My mouth dried, I didn’t know why, and I closed it tightly before all the air in my lungs escaped me.

The corner of Malfoy’s mouth lifted slightly, his eyes intense as he cupped me through my own robes.

“Your...Hard cock.”

Fuck. The way he said that, the way his eyes shined, the way his lips were so wet...Fuck, I had goose bumps everywhere.

“I’ve more than showed that I can handle you with my hard cock, Malfoy.” I tried to sound off-handed, but there
was a catch to my voice as he stroked me.

“Yes...”

And hell, the way he let it come out of his mouth. Like a struggled moan.

My body was on fire, Merlin I needed to fuck him.

Something...anything!

His eyes fell to my mouth. I was suddenly conscious that my mouth had long fell open and I was breathing
raggedly.

Malfoy’s eyes slowly rose to mine; I recognized the need in them instantly.

“But you can’t handle how I make you fee—hard.”

My brain was jolted to awareness at Malfoy’s save.

I left Malfoy’s ass to let my hand climb up his back.

In the mid time, Malfoy’s thumb had found the outline of my crown and slowly brushing it.

“Of course I can’t help how I ‘feel’, Malfoy.” My hand reached the back of his neck, sinking in his hair as it
wrapped there.

“You are just a little bitch, and you are fucking nasty.”

“And you like it.” He whispered.

“Yes.”

Malfoy lent closer to my face. “I’m your bitch.”

Thank you, God. Thank you, Merlin, thank you whoever is out there...

I was so turned on, this side of Malfoy...

“Bitches have more than one master, didn’t you not know?”

I scratched at his scalp as I pulled his hair suddenly, tightly. “Stop playing games with me,” I spat heatedly,

“I told you, you are my bitch. I am the only one that can touch you.”

He let out a breathless laughter.

I didn’t know if I was more turned on or furious.

“Think again, Harry Potter.”

Furious.

Definitely.

Fuck.

My grasp of his hair had gotten our faces considerably closer now, and the constant feel of his gasps and
whispers on my face were adding to my current state.

“Get out of this class...Now.”

I watched Malfoy blink as he processed that.

What was he, confused, shocked?

I let him go.

“Get. Out.”

The blond packed his stuff in a rush, didn’t even bother to acknowledge Snape, and hurried out.

I closed my eyes tightly---but grabbed his wrist before Malfoy could leave.

“When I get out,” I said, “I better not find you.”

When I met Malfoy’s stare, he did look scared.

~~~

I took my leave right after the door closed behind Malfoy.

I didn’t give a fuck if it looked suspicious.

I didn’t care if my stuff was still there or if the stupid potion was now unattended.

When I walked out, the blond was almost at the end of the corridor.

He turned at the noise of the door closing and he almost jumped to see me.

“What did I tell you?!” My voice rang in the empty corridor.

It was then that Malfoy turned around and ran.

I was after him in a flash, my anger pushing my body faster than I thought I could go.

Malfoy flied down the stairs, he didn’t fly , but he was quick enough.

I growled in annoyance, the stupid stairs making me actually slow down so not to trip but somehow, making Malfoy
seem even speedier.

He jumped the last few and sprinted for a run.

“Not so brave are you now?!”

He glanced back to assess how close I was—and I was catching faster on him now.

Malfoy turned to another corridor unexpectedly, and threw his bag on the floor as if this would help him to be
quicker.

But no, I was the quicker one.

I reached out with my hand, grabbed a fistful of his clothes and threw him against the wall.

“You stupid bitch!” I was panting non-stop, so was he, but I didn’t care a dam about it.

I took him again, and threw him against the other wall.

His head met the wall with a crack and I went to grab him again before he fell.

“That’s all you are, get me?!” I punched him across the jaw.

The connection of my fist with his jawbone was a satisfying one, but it was far from enough.

He spat blood, “Fuck off!”

Malfoy had never dared, till now, to respond to me in such a way. Not since our little clandestine meetings had
begun.

“Are you trying to fuel my anger?!” I laughed nastily at him, pushing him against the wall with my weight so
hard and so suddenly that he knocked his head again.

Malfoy’s hands were at my face scratching me like a cat, trying to protect himself from me.

He even tried to punch me back.

I took his frail wrists in my hands and hurled him to the ground.

He was shaking badly, yet his eyes were glaring up at me as I placed my foot on his stomach.

“I told you to get away, didn’t I?”

“You are just a jealous pig.” He shuddered, his face bloodied.

I smiled coldly down at him, “And you are a dirty, needy slut. “

He glared more at me but I yanked him up again and against the wall.

I grabbed his wrists, banging them none-too-gently at either side of his head as I pushed my body to his.

“Need more than one cock, do you?”

“Never stopped to think that you don’t satisfy me enough?”

I don’t satisfy him—enough?

What?

Somehow, it felt like a cold harsh slap on the face.

I hid that well with my anger.

“Then why are you hard, eh?” I pressed my own erected dick firmly to his.

Malfoy’s hips pushed against me and for a moment we basked in the friction.

“I am too a sick fuck like you, Potter.”

Again, I wrenched Malfoy off the wall and to the ground.

He yelped, but his voice echoed before it died in the complete silence of the empty corridors.

I gulped down my anger, the one that wasn’t making me see right-right at all.

I approached Malfoy who crawled away, cringing when he met the wall behind him.

He was trapped.

I wanted to say that no. I was nothing like him.

But I couldn’t.

“I get the impression I haven’t made myself clear last time.” It was kind of eerie how calm I suddenly sounded.

Malfoy rubbed off the blood at the corner of his chin with his palm, looking at me with wide, careful eyes.

Patiently, like I was dealing with a scared cat hiding between the legs of a chair, I said, “I will not share you.”

But Malfoy shook his head, “But no, it’s not like that I didn’t—”

My hand had shot out around his throat as I lowered myself on my knees.

Both of his hands came to grip at my arm but he had enough sense not to do anything.

“If I find you with him again, I’ll kill you.” Shockingly, I meant it.

I meant every word.

“If I find you with anyone else,” I warned, “I’ll kill you.”

The honesty and threat in my voice was as exciting for me as terrifying as it must have been for Malfoy.

Then I saw something I thought I would have never seen in my life.

Malfoy’s silver eyes suddenly overflowed with tears. They trembled before the pupil before a tear fell and slid heavily down his cheek.

Some drops were so fat that they dropped directly on my wrist.

They were so...Warm.

His hands from around my arm, dropped.

“I’m...” I let some of the pressure go from his throat as he tried to speak.

I didn’t know what to feel.

“I’m sorry.”

The murmur was broken and so terribly not-Malfoy-like that even I let go off him, but from astonishment.

He pushed himself forward with his palms as I rested back on my heels.

“I’m...Sorry.”

Malfoy licked the tears from the corner of his mouth and quickly dabbed them away with his fingers.

His face, bloodied and teary...and here I found myself still in awe of his good looks.

In fact, I was startled to find out how different Malfoy seemed when he cried.

How innocent, how pure and honest. He seemed so easy to break, it would have been funny.

It should have been funny.

Malfoy searched for my touch, I don’t know why he sought comfort from me but I could tell.

I could tell by the way he continuously leaned closer and closer to me and then edged back as if I’d hit him again.

His head, dipped low now, but I still could see his eyes jump to my hands.

It was like he couldn’t have done the extra step although I was inches from him.

Malfoy’s cherry lips trembled, and his rocking back and forth was an enough pitiful sight for me.

I took hold of his shoulders in hope to appease him, but the blond let out a sudden wail that almost chocked
him.

Oh my. God.

What had I done?

“Malfoy,” But what to say, I didn’t know what to say.

My arousal had left me; my anger had vanished into confusion and shock.

What else could I ever offer him?

What else could I ever feel for him?

Repentance?

He looked at me, another fat tear escaping the corner of his eye and sliding down his cheek.

My thumb caressed it away and I soon found my hand cupping his cheek.

Malfoy exhaled and inhaled deeply, a conscious and physical effort to calm himself down, I could tell.

When I stayed silent, Malfoy looked down again but leant in my touch.

“I’m going to clean you up, alright?”

Malfoy sank his front teeth on his bottom lip and nodded once.

I took my hands back so to search for my wand.

I had never been physically violent to a person before.

Sure, I had screamed at my friends and Dumbledore before and broke stuff...Intentionally or not.

But this.

Not even the ‘thing’ I hated and was meant to murder had ever gained such treatment from me.

I healed Malfoy’s face perfectly.

I got rid of the blood, of the broken skin, of the forming bruises –of the soreness he would have surely gotten
if not already.

But I couldn’t get rid of the redness in Malfoy’s eyes.

Or the look in them.

Or the bitter taste in my mouth.

I pocketed my wand away and admired at the perfection of Malfoy’s skin once again.

He had stopped crying, which was a relief, yet I could still see that shine to his eyes.

“Potter I...I know this is ridicules...And I know...You are going to say no...But please...Please...”

Malfoy had never said ‘please’ to me. Not even during sex, I realized. Had he?

“Just....Hold me...” he trembled, arms crossing around him as if he was cold, “P-please?”

The tears tumbled over again and so, I gave in.

I had opened my arms just slightly when Malfoy practically flanged himself around me. He hid his face in my chest, his arms around my neck with his hands in my hair as he tried to fit between my knees.

I had to control my balance or I would have fallen backwards by the sudden embrace.

I let my arms hold him and tried that thing called gentleness.

I mean, I knew I was capable of it.

But with Malfoy, it was weird as it was alien as it was...strangely welcomed.

Malfoy’s hands tightened around my hair, it didn’t hurt, and it felt comforting as he brushed a hand down at the
back of my neck.

Malfoy liked to do that, I reflected.

Then Malfoy rubbed his face against my chest, gulped down more air, and rested the side of his face against my
beating heart as he exhaled.

“I didn’t do anything with him.”

I brushed one hand up his spine; he shivered and pressed himself closer to me.

“He didn’t touch me, not in that way.”

I closed my eyes as I rested my chin on the top of his head.

I didn’t want to hear this.

I didn’t want to feel guilt.

“B-but I don’t know if I could have stopped him if he did...if-if anyone did.”

The warmth in our embrace turned into a sudden chill.

I searched Malfoy’s face and when he looked up I found him completely broken.

“I am...a slut.” He said in a soft voice, “I’m a hole for cum—even the thought gets me horny, do you know?”

“Malfoy,” I started but yet again I couldn’t say anything.

“That ‘business’ thing, Potter. Don’t you want to know what it is?”

I waited for him to continue.

Malfoy began fiddling with my hair in the wait.

“For the past year I’ve been running around ‘servicing’ my Slytherin peers, my father’s colleagues...Do you know
what that means?”

I clenched my jawbone, I did.

“Possible Deatheaters and old ones needing some...’Encouragement’.” He informed me anyways; with a slight
detachment to the subject it was almost demented.

“I was made fit to always want their attention, to have a quick arousal you know, make them feel like I really
wanted them. Tempt them in, somehow.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I think you can help me.” He blattered out as his eyes jumped back and forth between mine.

“So what, this is a potion a spell that is making you want ‘this’?”

I had no right to get angry, did I? But I was.

Malfoy looked panicked for a moment, “Yes, but it got to be like this...It had to rid off my inhibitions...Of-of
my pride, I was meant to be used by them.”

“I don’t get it, what’s so different then with me, eh?”

“You’ve—you’ve healed me.” He said, the shaking back again as he touched my face now.

“No one has ever been so generous to heal me. And-and...”

Malfoy’s face went pink, almost red to his cheeks. “You’ve given me the luxury of orgasms.”

Everything was hitting me so quickly I felt stupid.

I had the sudden flash of Malfoy on his knees sucking that mystery guy off that first time I had ever seen him
in his ‘activities’. I recalled Malfoy touching himself...Ejaculating only after they guy had finished and gone.

“You know how many I’ve been denied? It drives me crazy...It makes this thing on me, more...Bigger, like I can’t control it...”

“You are saying your father did this to you?”

He nodded.

“You, you are the ‘bitch’ in charge of recruiting Voldemort’s minions? Really?”

Malfoy took his hand back to hide his face in them.

Perhaps because I had said ‘Voldemort’. But I somehow doubted it.

It was weird not having his slender fingers playing with my hair anymore. And even thought my tone was bitting,

I held Malfoy tighter in my arms.

“I don’t want it.” Malfoy’s voice was a desperate whine.

He looked up at me again, “I don’t...Want it...I don’t want to be, someday, the Dark Lord’s bed warmer and...Enjoy it. I don’t want to enjoy it as he kills me.”

Merlin forbid, I wanted to puke.

“So help me...” Malfoy rested his forehead on my chest, his hands flat on it, as if in prayer.

“I’ll do anything you want...Just help me...Please...Please...Please...”

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AN: Ok...so were am I going with this...Er...means no more hot sex because its suddenly all so dark and serious? I wouldn’t say that!

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