Scratch The Surface

The days drifted by in a whirlwind of confusion for Harry. After the incident on the train, Ron and Hermione had been ignoring him. Or maybe he had been ignoring them. Whichever it was, he couldn’t even remember anymore. When they passed each other in the halls they would share awkward glances, and sometimes in the common room or during meals, Ron would try and strike up a conversation. The conversations were feeble at best, and always an obvious attempt at normalcy. Things just weren’t the same anymore.

Sitting at dinner this evening, Harry’s eyes stared down at his plate which consisted of roasted ham, mashed potatoes and applesauce. Harry longed for the simplicity that life used to hold. He missed the days when he would sneak out of Gryffindor tower with Ron, Hermione and his invisibility cloak to cause mischief or find adventure… Back when he knew how he felt about everything, and had clear cut premises as to what friendship, hate, and love, actually were. Now he felt as though everything was a blurry mesh of all of those feelings, mixed into one big, jumbled mess… Sort of like what had become of his dinner, when he had unknowingly scrambled his applesauce, ham, and mashed potatoes absently while reminiscing.

Harry’s eyes wandered across the great hall and landed on Draco Malfoy. Scanning the boy over, he looked as perfect as always. Hair styled to perfection, perfectly tailored sleeves on his silk, dress shirt, and not a sign of a wrinkle or crease to be found. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary until he looked down, and took notice of the Slytherin’s plate. It held the same gooey mess as his own had, just seconds before. Harry was surprised when Malfoy suddenly looked up at him. His eyes didn’t hold their usual glare. Instead, he just looked tired.

Harry quickly broke eye contact, pushed his plate away from him, and stood up. He then made his way towards the exit, and swiftly walked out. A few minutes later, Harry heard the door swing open behind him. He kept a steady pace, but he could hear the unmistakable clicking of Draco Malfoy’s Italian leather boots, coming closer and closer. After about ten minutes, the clicking was beginning to bother him and the feel of eyes boring into his scull was even worse. Finally at his destination, the astronomy tower, Harry abruptly came to a stop, and spun around to face Malfoy.

“Can I help you?” He asked the stunned Slytherin. Draco seemed to have lost his composure for a moment before he snapped back a reply with raised eyebrows. “Why? Do you want to?” He replied smirking. Harry just looked at him for a few moments. “No. Actually I don’t.” He said calmly before walking over to a large window and gazing out of it, pretending to ignore Malfoy completely. It wasn’t two minutes before Malfoy made another comment. Harry couldn’t believe he had even lasted that long. “ So this is where the famous Harry Potter goes to pout then?” He said mockingly in his slow, careful drawl. Harry continued to ignore him. “So How does it feel to be kicked out of the “Dream Team” Potter?” The question was met with more silence… “ Do Weasley and Granger bless you with silencing spells while they fuck in the bed next to yours? Or do they just pretend you’re not there, like they did at breakfast?”

Harry went rigid at this, and turned around sharply, sending a loathing glare burning in Malfoy’s direction. “What do you want Malfoy?!” He bit out. “Oh you know, just wanted to see where Harry Potter goes to sulk, and be pathetic away from the public eye... Thought I’d follow you for a bit, maybe get a good laugh in before potions.” He said in a bored tone. Only the sparkle in his silvery gaze, gave away the fact that he was enjoying this.

Harry noticed this, and thought he would take a playful jab of his own. “Are you sure you didn’t follow me because you think I’m sexy when I am sulking, and you were secretly hoping to console me?” Malfoy looked taken aback, and his slightly joking face turned into rage quickly, as he caught the meaning behind the question. “Oh! Struck a nerve did I?” Harry smirked triumphantly. Malfoy glared at him and spoke vehemently. “You wish Potter.” “Hey. I’m not the flaming pouf who wrote such a convincing letter… I think YOU are the one who “wishes” Malfoy” He said suggestively, stepping closer to him.

Draco unexpectedly pulled back his fist and punched Harry hard in the jaw. His glasses flew off with the force of the blow and landed somewhere off to the right. Harry saw red. All of his pent up rage caused by the last two weeks dramatic string of events, suddenly surfaced.

Dropping his books, he blindly lunged at Draco, tackling him to the ground. Draco’s head hit the floor with a sharp crack, and he groaned loudly in pain. Slightly shocked at his actions, Harry began to get up, when Draco recovered before kneeing him in the stomach, and flipping them over so that he was straddling Harry’s waist. He punched him once again in the face, before Harry regained control and flipped them back over. He held Draco’s wrists above his head and Draco wriggled helplessly beneath him. They made eye contact and the fire he saw radiating in Harry’s eyes bound him. He was transfixed.

He whimpered again but this time, it wasn’t because of the pain. He knew it was only a matter of time before Harry would discover the fact that he was tremendously turned on, so he struggled in another attempt to get away. His hardness brushed against Harry’s leg, and he groaned in pleasure. Harry was so shocked that he let go of Draco, who took the opportunity to roll onto his stomach and was attempting to stand, and make a run for it, before Harry killed him.

Harry regained his wits and pulled Draco’s legs out from underneath him and pulled him back down. He straddled him once again, this time Draco was on his stomach and Harry felt himself growing hard, knowing that Draco was turned on. Pressing his hardness firmly against Draco’s ass, he whispered. “You like it when I’m on top of you don’t you Malfoy?” he slid his length slowly between Draco’s cheeks, who had let out another groan, which Harry knew had nothing to do with pain. “ Fuck you Potter.” Draco choked out. “Get off.” “Mmmm.” Harry hummed in his ear. “ You would like that wouldn’t you?” he questioned huskily.

He loosened his grip, and twisted a panting Draco, back to his original position on his back, with his hands pinned above his head, and Harry laying on top of him. Harry ground their throbbing erections together and Draco met his eyes. “ You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He whispered, before darting out his tongue and licking Draco’s ear. Draco whimpered in pleasure as Harry once again slid their aching cocks together. Draco’s eyes fluttered shut as he nodded his head. “Say it.” He said, as he slid up once again. “ Tell me you want me to fuck you.” Draco gasped. “Oh god! Fuck me Potter. I want you to fuck me.” Harry bent down and captured Draco’s lips in a fiery kiss. Tongues were battling for dominance and lips crashed together hungrily. Draco moaned into the kiss and pulled away panting. Harry moved to his neck, licking and sucking. “Potter.” “Hmm?” he answered continuing with his love bite. “Let’s go to my room.”


thanks to ash and anjelic for reviewing my last chapter.