Hate Transforms

A/N: I am soooooo sorry it took me so long to update. I finally moved, unpacked, and got internet installed in my new apt! and just finished midterms. Phew, well at least now I can get back to what matters :)

Now back to Drarry as I like to call this ship:

A soft snoring stirred Harry. It wasn’t the normal rumble of Neville or the murmuring of Ron. This was a barely audible snore that he had never heard before. As he tried to look around a sharp pain went through his neck, and he realized he had slept on the floor. Thoroughly confused he tried to move again, this time to feel the weight of an arm draped over him. Shock was quickly shoved away as memories of the night before filtered into his brain. Malfoy.

Malfoy was lying behind him and was as close as humanly possible. His nose was nuzzling the soft hairs on the back of Harry’s neck. The quiet snore was also Malfoy, this little fact made Harry smile impishly. The feel of everything around him still had that dream-like perfection, especially knowing that Malfoy was still there with him and everything from last night was a reality. He wanted to shake the other boy awake just to kiss him languidly as they had before he had fallen asleep last night. He wanted to hug him until neither could breathe. He wanted to, well - pick up where last night had left off.

The envelope was sealed, Harry Potter was gay. No more questioning it, no more avoiding it, it was time he confronted it. Especially given how much he enjoyed last night with the delectable and naked blonde cuddling him.

Just that thought brought Harry’s cock to attention. Very vivid images of the said blonde popped into Harry’s head, especially ones of him taking Harry’s full length into his mouth. His erection was quickly becoming uncomfortable, but he wasn’t sure whether he should wake Malfoy.

Last night was obviously wanted by both parties, but would it still be wanted in the harsh light of morning. Would Malfoy still want him? Besides he had no idea where this was going with Malfoy. Was it a relationship or just fooling around?
Harry knew for him it leaned towards a relationship. He was too inexperienced and insecure with the situation for it to be anything else.

Debating about his standing with Malfoy did surprisingly little to get rid of his throbbing erection. Desperate for relief and too awkward to disturb the other boy, Harry took hold of himself and began to stroke up and down. He gripped tightly and began slowly at first. He paused a moment to check and see if Malfoy was stirring. The last thing he need was to get caught wanking off while Malfoy was asleep next to him.

When he was sure the blonde was still fast asleep he resumed his ministrations. As he pumped in earnest delicious images began to flash in his mind. First he remembered Malfoy’s hot mouth around his cock, and how he loved to watch those grey eyes look up at him as his cock slid all the way into Malfoy’s mouth. He loved how it felt to have Malfoy’s nimble tongue twist around his head.

Then new images of things Harry wanted to do to Malfoy began to play in his head. His thoughts particularly stuck the notion of sliding his cock in a different hot hole while staring into the smoldering grey eyes of Malfoy.

Now Harry was panting and red blotches were forming on his chest. He was nearly there when he heard a very familiar drawl, lacking its familiar malice but still scaring him out of his skin.
“So, I see you’re going about your morning as usual, eh Potter?”

Harry stopped mid-stroke and placed one hand over his face, which was surely turning bright red. He expected laughter or further taunting, but nothing happened. He dreaded looking over at Malfoy, who was surely enjoying catching Harry in the act, as it were. Still no sound, he waited another second then took a deep breath, and looked over at the blonde.

There was no hint of humor in Malfoy’s face, if there had been any it was gone now. He was starring down at Harry’s hand on his cock with a very intense look on his face. Then in a hoarse voice he said, “So are you going to finish the job Potter? Or do you need some help?”

The hint of such a suggestion made his cock bounce in his hand. Harry’s eyes were still locked on Malfoy, who had a small smile playing on his aristocratic features.
Draco slowly reached over and took hold of Harry’s straining length and muttered half to himself, “Bloody Gryffindors, always start something they can’t finish.”

The jesting made Harry nervously laugh, which turned into a groan as Draco stroked him with a firm hand. The feel of the immaculately manicured and smooth hand of Draco made Harry’s eyes roll back. It was velvet gliding over velvet. The up and down pull was sending electric shocks up his spine. Before he knew it he was arching off the ground moaning and mumbling Draco’s name. Then his balls clenched and he yelled out as hot spurts of cum landed over his stomach.

His eyes were shut so tightly it took him a minute to relax and open them. When he did he looked up into a smiling face. Draco looked thoroughly pleased with himself and the reaction he had drawn from Harry.

“You really like it when I wank you off, huh?” asked Draco, full of amusement.

“Yes, definitely,” answered Harry breathlessly.

“Good, I aim to please.”

Harry took another minute for his heart to stop racing.

“Did we honestly sleep on the floor like bums?” asked Draco indignantly and looking at the comfortable blanket as if it was infested with fleas. “There is a perfectly good bed over there. What do you say we relocate, Potter?”

“Harry,” was his only reply as Draco began to get up.

Stopping in front of Harry, Draco paused and looked down quizzically with a blonde eyebrow raised. He looked as if he were surprised Harry wanted him to call him by his first name. The hesitation was quickly covered with the usual smooth smile.

“Well are you joining me in the bed or not, Harry.”

“I suppose, Draco.”

Both boys clamored onto the huge king size bed. The down comforter was fluffy and luxurious, nothing like any blanket Harry had ever used. At the head of the bed there were so many pillows it was impossible to lay flat. Harry dove onto the mountain of pillows, bouncing up and down on the springy bed. Draco, as expected, was a bit more proper as he climbed on to the bed. He didn’t jump or bounce, but effortlessly lifted himself onto the mattress. Of course, Harry thought, the Prince of Slytherin was always to maintain proper demeanor. He wondered whether the platinum heir to the House of Malfoy ever acted out of order from what was expected of him.

Soon both boys lay underneath the thick comforter and sandwiched by numerous pillows. Harry had no idea what time it was and frankly didn’t care. Today he was going to have a blissful lie in and forget about all that has been stressing him out, and anyone who may be looking for him – even Ron and Hermione.


A/N: I know this was basically just PWP but I will get back to the plot ASAP… it feels good to get back to this fic…. I don’t know about you guys but I really like it so far :)