The Erotic Adventures of Potter And Malfoy

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In this I\'m well aware that to have had Harry and Draco doing things to each other when Wood was still captain would have meant they were horribly young, and that\'s just squicky. As the new captain hasn\'t been announced yet, and everything\'s all hoohaa, I decided just to keep the old players, for familiarity, even though it\'s inconsistant.

Some of you might think this is a little OOC, especially Ron. I don\'t. It\'s just another side of the character.


Keshu

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Ron wasn’t speaking to Harry. Harry wasn’t speaking to Ron. Hermione was speaking to both of them, though in increasingly exasperated tones. Draco wasn’t talking to anyone, generally because his mouth was busy elsewhere. And suddenly, with the rest of the castle having returned from the Christmas holidays, with loads of other people to talk to, the lack of communication suddenly seemed not to matter as much as it had last time they stopped talking. And all everyone else wanted to talk about was the relationship between Harry and Draco, and all they wanted was privacy.

Harry hurried through a classroom door, shut it behind him and leaned on it, closing his eyes. Draco dropped the book he’d been reading and stood up quickly from the desk, crossed the room with a few long strides and then was pressing Harry hard up against the door, kissing him feverishly. Harry moaned into his mouth and hardened against him quickly, wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck, and arching against him as the blonde started to kiss his neck. Draco undid front of Harry’s robes and his trousers one handed, and then undid his own clothing. He pushed Harry’s trousers to the floor and Harry lifted one foot out of them, then the other and kicked them aside. He lifted a leg and used it to hold Draco closer to him, their hard cocks pressing into each other and rubbing every time one of them shifted and breathed a little harder from pleasure. Draco pulled a small tube of lubricant from his pocket and slathered his own cock, before placing slippery hands under Harry’s arse.

Harry understood and he braced himself against the stone frame of the solid oak door, lifting first one leg and then the other and feeling Draco’s erection slipping across his buttocks. Shifting around, Harry found the right position, and then he felt Draco thrust into him, still painful at first, but as Draco thrust desperately and quickly into him, Harry found he didn’t care that it was uncomfortable at first, not with such pleasure flooding into his mind each time Draco brushed against his sensitive spot. Draco buried his head in Harry’s neck and Harry bit is lip to try and stifle their cries of pleasure. Harry felt Draco begin to tense inside him and he tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Malfoy explode inside him and then let him down.

Malfoy knelt down shakily and took Harry’s almost excessively hard cock deep into his mouth, and it only took a few bobs of his head, before Harry was shaking and moaning Draco’s name softly and coming hard down Draco’s throat. Draco swallowed, relishing the taste, and got to his feet again, then took Harry’s lips it a kiss again. They re-arranged themselves, and performed an air-fresheninarm arm to disguise the smell of sex that hung in the room. They sat for a few minutes, getting their breath back.
“I missed you,” said Draco.
“Me too,” agreed Harry, leaning towards him and resting his head on Draco’s shoulder. Draco gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and pushed Harry off him.
“We’ve got to go to our lessons, Harry. Come out in a few minutes,” he said and looked fondly at his boyfriend, then walked out of the door.


Life at Hogwarts hadn’t been easy for Harry and Draco since the rest of the castle had returned. Harry, already used to people turning to look at him in corridors, didn’t notice the extra stolen looks, though he did hear the rumours about what exactly he and Draco did to each other in private, and he blamed Ron for spreading them. One day, Harry had been in the library, researching the uses of Hippo Bile for a Potions essay, when he’d heard Ron’s voice muttering softly. Harry had got up and walked behind the bookcase to listen.
“…And I know they’ve had sex in our dormitory.” He heard Ron’s voice say. There was a faintly disgusted murmur from the surrounding knot of people. Harry pulled aside a book or two so he could see them as well as hear them, and wasn’t surprised that the crowd around Ron was largely scarlet, though here and there were a few yellows of Hufflepuff.
“What do you think they do together?” asked Colin Creevy in a low voice.
“Creevy, believe me, you do not want to know,” Ron replied. “Fred and George told me some stuff they found in a Wizard Porn mag under Percy’s bed. It was all about teabagging and felching and other practices.”
“Teabagging?” asked Colin. “What’s teabagging?”
“Teabagging, Colin, is when you bob your bollocks up and down in your partners mouth, Harry’s mouth in this case, rather like one of those teabags on a string into a mug of hot water.”
There was the very faint noise of Colin trying not to be sick on the carpet. Even Harry had never seen a human go that shade of nauseous green.
“Ergh…” he said. Ron nodded glumly.
“What annoy me the most,” he said “is that Harry put Malfoy over me. And he did thll Bll Body-bind on me. Neville, you know how horrible that is, don’t you?” Neville nodded fervently and Ron put his chin on his hand as he continued, “I know everyone thought Harry was bad in second year, when he was a Parselmouth and everything. And we defended him; we stayed by his side, when everyone else had turned against him. But…now, all his wants is Malfoy, the git. Hell, maybe you were right Justin. I don’t think I know him any more. I just can’t comprehend how he could talk to Malfoy, much less kiss him and touch him.”
“Please don’t…” Colianedaned, holding his stomach. “I can’t get that teabagging picture out of my he

Harry had pulled away, frowning deeply and hurt deeper by Ron’s comments. He had gone to Draco, who had pulled him into a big bear hug, and held him close, whispering in Harry’s ear how much he loved him and that Ron was a big ugly ginger weasel anyway. Harry hadn’t been able to help laughing, as he kissed Draco behind a suit of armour. There had been a noise and the two boys had disentangled themselves to find Crabbe and Goyle gawpat tat them, mouths open and gormless at the sheer shock of seeing Draco kiss Harry. They had made towards Harry and Crabbe had seized him, while Goyle pulled his arm back to punch Harry, who was twisting frantically, in the face. Draco had leapt in and, while he had not taken the punch, he had knocked Goyle’s balance off, so he fell crashing heavily to the floor, taking Crabbe with him. They had glared at Draco in a stunned silence, who had grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him after him in a run. Partly scared of Crabbe and Goyle and partly falling over laughing at the looks on their faces, they tore hand in hand through the castle and up to the Western Tower, having abandoned the somewhat crowded Astronomy tower for a more private haunt. There they had quietened down, and laid in each other arms.

The teachers weren’t taking it well, either. Snape seemed to be positively spitting rage every time he saw them within ten feet of each other, and one day he had given them detention for catching them kissing in his empty classroom. They hadn’t minded though, merely had sex on the desks they were supposed to be stripping of Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, while Snape had temporarily left them alone.

Professor McGonagall hadn’t been too impressed either and had banned Lee an fan from commentating at Quidditch matches for the rest of the year. Lee had launched into a spirited commentary about the game play.
“Wow, that was a near miss with Potter and the balls there, those bludgers nearly decapitated him.” Lee had shouted, his face perfectly straight. “And Potter goes down again, look at him pulling out of that dive… Malfoy controls his wood well….And Slytherin is in possession, Chaser Adrian Pucey speeding up the pitch…Can Gryffindor Keeper Wood save it? He… He dives… HEAVEDAVED IT! Nice to know some Gryffindors are better that protecting their rings than others….”

At this point Harry had nearly fallen off his broom, half-laughing and half-mortified, and McGonagall had wrested the microphone from Lee, much to the amusement of the rest of the school. It was only with a severe points deduction from Gryffindor that Lee had been allowed to continue with the match, though he hadn’t make any more comments.

Through it all, Harry and Draco moved in a floaty waltz, and in a strange way all the taunting and disgust and anger and resentment against them just made the moments the they could be alone and closer and closer to each other all the more special. When Ron was being sarcastic and bitchy (“You know, the way he bitches like a girl, I’d swear he’s gay too” Draco had said,) or Crabbe and Goyle were on the prowl and trying to hunt for them, they could just sneak down to the Lake and be alone in the edge of the trees.