Sex Therapy

"Malfoy's saying he loves me now professor..." Harry spat. His eyes were blazing with fury.

"I said 'I think' I do Potter..." I growled.

"Bull shit!" he said angrily.

"Potter do you want me to tell the professor what a fucking mess you were the first time?"

"No!! I want to have sex Malfoy!! You told me you would make all my fantasies come true but I should've known!!" Potter was fighting my firm grip on his hands. He was desperate to hit me again.

“Enough!!” Snape roared. We both jumped shocked at Snape’s uncharacteristically loud outburst. We looked over at him.

“Please explain to me… Draco… what exactly is going on?”

I pressed my fingers to my temples unable to believe this was actually happening.



First Day

Harry was a Gryffindor so of course he accepted my dare. He met me at the top of the astronomy tower. At midnight, he removed his invisibility cloak and revealed himself to me. He was so hot and I could hardly wait to deflower him.

“Malfoy…” he said quietly.

“Hmm?” I asked distractedly.

“Is it gonna hurt?” he asked me. I looked in his eyes. Harry Potter was terrified… priceless. I nodded my head.

“Oh fuck yes… you’ll be sore tomorrow…” I said smirking.

“Look, I don’t think it’s a good idea…” He said covering his body in the invisibility cloak and backing away. This gave him the odd appearance of being a disembodied floating head. I gripped at the cloak and pulled him closer.

“Are you scared Potter?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not scared…” he spat, “I just refuse to let you humiliate me up here…” I saw his white hot breath in the moonlight.

“It’s just sex Potter… there’s no one else here … it’s not a joke… I just want to fuck you,” I said slightly amused.

“Yea… I think this was a bad idea…” he turned away again.

“Potter, drop the cloak now!” I snapped.

He glared at me, “Don’t talk to me like that Malfoy. I’m not Crabbe or Goyle!” he sneered.

I shuddered, “Of course not… but you are a virgin and I’m sure you don’t want to be one forever…”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Okay look, I want this to work so we have to create some rules and boundaries,” I said, “Because it’s obvious you don’t like me too much and I’m not crazy about you…” I added in response to the callous look on his face.

He laughed dryly. “Fine we set boundaries…” he said. “You can’t ever let Ron and Hermione know that this is happened… or any of your talkative Slytherin buddies…”

“Done… I don’t give a fuck about your lame friends anyway…and I’m not one to kiss and tell…” I said.

The last part was a lie.

“F-fuck you,” he said coolly.

“I have a rule…” I ignored his statement.

“What?”

“I want to be in control,” I said.

“No,” he said icily.

“Potter I know what I’m doing when it comes to sex… you should trust me on that… and follow my lead…” I said deliberately.

He glowered at me, “Fine…” he said through clenched teeth, “But you’d better not patronize me…”

“Wow Potter that’s an awfully big word…” I patronized him, taking off his spectacles.

“Malfoy don’t… I need those…” he said impatiently.

“Relax Potter, they’re safe…” I whispered. I folded them and put them in the pocket of my night shirt.

I kissed his mouth. He moaned into me. He dropped the cloak to the ground and his pajamas soon followed. He was so uneasy, exposed in the cold air… He shivered and looked my naked body up and down shyly. He couldn’t deny that kissing me felt good. It made us both anxious for more but he was nervous all the same.

“Stand against the balcony and I want your ass facing me,” I said softly. He glared at me still attempting to cover his nudity.

“Malfoy if this is some kind of--” he started.

“Potter, remember… my rule…” I said. He gave me an icy gaze and headed to the cold balcony overlooking the school grounds. I watched him walk and then followed him outside. I covered myself in lube and brought some over the cleft of his ass.

“That’s cold!” he gasped. Even then his gasping began driving me wild. “It will hurt?” he asked again and I could hear the fear in his voice.

“At first Potter,” I said, “But I’ll go slow…”

“Promise?” he asked anxiously.

“Yes,” I kissed his cheek. He was tense when my cock came into contact with his bottom.

“Isn’t it too big?” he asked nervously.

I laughed. “Breathe Potter,” I whispered, “Don’t forget to breathe…”

He looked like he wanted to be taking notes and he nodded his head studiously.

I pressed one finger slowly inside and tried to stretch him. He cried out and I hushed him by kissing his neck. I pressed another finger slowly inside. His breathing was shallow and irregular. I reminded him again to breathe… deeply. I pressed a third slick finger inside the virgin hole and tried my best to prepare him for what was to come. He was leaning against the balcony breathing now, as if he might lose his mind.

“Relax…” I repeated. I pulled my fingers out and he calmed down slightly. Then I pushed myself inside of him… so slowly…. I thought my aching dick would explode.

He was breathing now like he was giving birth but I coached him helping him to accept my intrusion. He was too frantic though and I felt tear drops landing on my hands which, held his gently. At this point, I stopped because he wasn’t ready.

He pulled his body away anxious and too embarrassed to face me. I did not let go of his hand, though. “Wait…” I said gently pulling him back into an easy embrace, “It’s okay…I won’t tell anybody…”

He hugged me on the balcony for a long time. He was still breathing hard and I felt his silent tears dripping on me. It was awkward, but I held him. I let him find comfort in me because he was the virgin, and I just so happened to be his first fuck.

“God… what if I can’t?” he asked me his voice was soft and airy and he wiped his eyes humiliated.

“It’s okay Potter you just need more time…” I assured him.

“Have you ever been in love?” he asked nervously his face was flushed. My heart sank. I hated that it always came to this. I dealt with virgins, and I knew it was so easy to fall in love with the first person you’re truly intimate with.

I ignored his comment…

“Do you think I’m special?” he asked he was looking down; sounding so pathetically unlike himself.

I took a deep breath.

“Sure Potter…” I lied. The whole damn wizarding world thinks you’re special why do you give a fuck what I think?

“I love you,” he said shyly.

Fuck, I knew it was coming and I knew this was going to be a bit more complicated than I had intended.

I walked him back to his common room and he clutched my hand under the cloak. I squeezed his hand soothingly and kissed him before he climbed into the portrait hole.

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The next week he was head over heels. It was embarrassing.

“Malfoy I was thinking we could sit together in potions today?” he asked me; his cheeks were flushed and he looked so fuckable.

I bit into my apple and stared at him while my friends chuckled.

“No Potter…” I said amused, “I don’t think so…”

“Okay…” he said softly running a hand through his thick hair. He was so nervous.

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That night I asked him if he was ready to try it again. He said he wanted to talk so I indulged him. I wanted to fuck him so badly and he was making me work for it. He told me little secrets while I picked at the lint on my sweater pretending to listen…

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“Do you want to go on a walk or something after Care of Magical Creatures?” he asked me after potions the following day.

“Unh unh,” I shook my head.

“Okay well then I guess I’ll see you tonight,” he said anxiously.

Zabini laughed out loud and it took everything in me not to drown in my flushed cheeks.
“Okay see ya,” I mocked pursing my lips so that I wouldn’t laugh also.

Potter bit the inside of his lip, picking up on the insincerity, but he didn’t say anything else before he walked away.

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He wanted to talk again that night. I was so bored of talking… We walked the grounds and again he grabbed my hand interlocking his fingers with mine. It had me so uncomfortable because I could see he was falling hard. He was silent mostly. Then we made out with every move I made being thwarted by his unease.

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“Malfoy what is he saying he loves you for?” Granger cornered me.

I shrugged.

“Leave him alone please…” she said bossily.

“What are you his babysitter?” I asked her annoyed.

“No but I’m certain your intentions are hardly honorable,” she said coyly.

“Fuck off when I’m done you and Weasel can have him all to yourselves,” I said.

“Is this a game to you? You know, I have no earthly clue why, but he really believes you love him…” she hissed as I turned away from her.

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“Potter you’re acting like a bloody idiot…” I said after we finally fucked that night.

“What do you mean? Why?” he asked me kissing on my neck. He was so shy and eager to please me back then.

“You’re telling everyone we’re in love…” I started.

“We are… aren’t we?” he asked me nervously. It was almost like he needed it to be true.

I cringed, “This isn’t love Potter, it’s infatuation… it will never be love… I am NOT your love. I have sex…. I’ve had sex before you and I will after you. In fact, I did this morning. I was still horny after you were all emotional on me last night,” I spit it out just a bit too harshly.

He pulled away from me and I could literally see something crumbling behind his emerald eyes. I immediately regretted the way I went about saying it, but I had to make it clear… it’s the only way to deal with virgins.

He hit me. He hit me… hard.

“Fuck you!” he screamed at me.

“Potter, it’s easier this way trust me…” I said gently.

He hit me in the stomach and I doubled over.

He grabbed his cloak.

“Potter! Wait! Come on love is messy! And you can’t possibly love me you don’t even know me…” I said.

“I thought I did!” He had tears in his eyes and all the Gryffindor dramatics were present.

“Stop it Potter,” I said annoyed, “I should’ve made that a rule from the beginning. Rule number three: Love… never comes into play here… no matter what…” I said firmly.

“Why Malfoy? What are you afraid of?” He asked me desperately clutching at his chest. It was as if he trying to hold together the pieces of whatever had crumbled inside of him.

“Look, when I get bored and I move on…” I started and he hit me again before wrapping himself in the cloak and disappearing from my view.

“Potter! It’s just sex! The sooner you get that through your pretty head the sooner we can play...” I said not sure if he was gone or still present.

Either way he didn’t respond.