No reason to celebrate

The next few days went by without any disturbances or quarrels. Harry had thrown himself headlong into the research work for the addresses and names of former Hogwarts students and was happy to have something sensible to do. Every Morning Draco would leave for the ministry, but he always finished early and came home around two p.m. Usually they would prepare some lunch or dinner for later and throw complimenting glances at each other for their abilities in the kitchen.

After Harry had shown him his accomplishments, they often sat down in either the kitchen or living room and chat. Both men were fascinated by their life’s stories. Harry shared some of his better and worse memories of his schooldays and Draco admitted to his nearly lifelong jealously of the boy who lived. Not that he hadn’t had everything he wanted, but his father had always compared him to either Granger or Harry. Not one day went by when Lucius would tell him what Harry had done, accomplished or that he was a better flyer than his own son. Draco believed that Harry was stealing his rightful place as best student and obviously also stole his father’s pride along with it.

Harry had laughed at first as Draco told how he had hated the image his father had planted in his head, but after a while he truly felt sorry for the former Slytherin. True enough Draco had always gotten what he had wanted as long as it was material, but when it came to love, devotion and pride from his parents, he hadn’t been better off than Harry with the Dursleys.


In the evening they sat on the couch reading, playing wizards chess or sometimes they just sat in silence and watched the ever changing form of the flames in the fireside. More often than not Harry would venture into the hidden library and either stay there for hours on end, or he would come upstairs again, laden with books he was going to read. After three days, Draco had become annoyed enough with the fact that he always had to get up and downstairs to open the door, that he had told Harry the necessary spell to open it. Draco had never seen Harry look at him that way before. It was a look of total disbelief and in the same instant unbelievable pride and adoration.

It was Friday evening and Harry had excused himself early, wanting to take a long hot bath and read while soaking in it. Draco had turned out the lights and lay on the settee in the darkness enjoying the peace and quiet. His life had changed drastically since Harry was staying here and even though he enjoyed it immensely, it also scared him. It wasn’t really a Malfoy thing to let anybody too close. Was Harry already too close? No, definitely not. They gave each other room and were nothing more than a well functioning couple of friends that shared a house.

A sudden knock on the front door sent Draco bolting upright. It was nearly midnight and what idiot was now hammering at his door. With determined strides he walked to the entrance and tore the door open. His word got stuck in his throat, it was Dennis standing on the stairs giving Draco his best puppy eyed look.

“Hi there, Dray.”

“For goodness sake Dennis, don’t call me Dray. You know I hate that. What do you want here anyway at this time of night?”

“I wanted to see you. I miss you and I desperately need a cuddle.”

“You know I don’t like to cuddle. And I don’t think it’s a very good idea if you came inside right now.”

“He still is here, isn’t he? And you are fucking him, right? Draco I thought we….”

“First of all I don’t fuck him second; yes, he is still here and will be for a while longer, third; ‘we’ don’t anything and last but not least stop making such a racket!” Draco fumed at Dennis raised voice.

“But I need you. I want you. Draco, please…., let come inside, I know you want me too.”

“No, I don’t want you. And honestly I don’t need you.”

Dennis boldly moved forward a bit and gentle cupped his hand around Draco’s jeans clad genitals.

Draco rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the warm tingling feeling that spread through his groin. It had been too long. It had been nearly four weeks since he had sex the last time and his body demanded some attention.

A victorious smile brightened Dennis features and he applied a little more pressure moving the palm of his hand in slow small circles over the growing erection. “Dray, let me give you pleasure. Let me taste and feel you, I want you so deep inside of me that I wont forget for days.” Dennis voice was meant to be seductive but it lacked a certain finesse and thus sounded as false as that of a common whore.

Draco groaned but pulled Dennis inside and closed the door. When the young man wanted to move further into the house Draco stopped him and pulled him sharply against him. “No, we’ll do it here. Come on, on your knees.” With that he pushed the slighter form down and opened his trousers.

Trying to hide the up welling tears of frustration and hoping that after he had blown Draco they would retire to the bedroom as usual and there Draco would show him how much he appreciated him, Dennis obediently got down on his knees and licked his lips before gently closing them around the head of the hard cock before him.


Harry had forgotten about time altogether. He had been lost in a world of spell making and the use of not so common hexes. A glance at his alarm clock told him that it was nearly midnight and he felt parched. With a grin he noticed that he had been reading with his mouth literally hanging open all the time. He slipped into the warm bathrobe and padded barefoot out of his room, trying to be quiet and headed for the kitchen.

He had just reached the bottom of the stairs when he heard muffled sounds coming from the entrance hall. Quietly he tiptoed nearer and peeked through the half open door. What he saw made his heart beat faster.

In the dim light of streetlamps that came through the glass in the entrance door he saw Draco leaning back against the left wall, his head thrown back and his trousers at his ankles. At his feet there was a young man kneeling and Harry could clearly see the wet and glistening cock of Malfoy pulsing between the youth’s lips.

Draco was now burying his hands in the fair brown hair and forced the head of the man before him to take him in all the way. A slight sheen of sweat had gathered on Malfoy’s upper lip and Harry couldn’t tear his eyes of the erotically shaped mouth that panted for breath.

His own cock was throbbing underneath his robe by now and was clearly showing through the fabric. Harry started to imagine the feel of the hard pale cock between his own lips and how it would nudge the back of his throat. One hand had snaked underneath his robe by now and took his erection in a firm grip.

Draco was softly moaning and from the short flexes of his hips Harry could tell he was near. He suddenly pulled out completely and rested the swollen head of his cock against the young mans lips. With hard short stabs Draco pushed between the closed lips, again and again. Harry had reached down with his other hand fondling his sack while he increased the speed on his erection. Feeling the familiar tightening of his abdominal muscles and the tingling sensation spreading up his thighs, he willed Draco to come now, come together with him. As if Draco had received Harry mental image, he groaned and Harry could see the spurts of cum hitting the young man’s lips and chin. In that moment he orgasmed himself and left his hand and robe sticky with the cooling semen.

Harry wanted to retreat quickly but he stopped his movements when he saw Draco pulling up the man by his collar. “Now, Dennis I believe it is time for you to leave.” He sneered.

“What?” the voice was even younger than the face, Harry thought.

Draco wordlessly open the front door and pushed Dennis towards it. “Listen, I don’t want you to come back again, do you hear me?”

“But I…, I just …”

“Yes, thank you. But I will no longer require your services. Get that into your head. Go and find someone else to bugger you or to cuddle you.”

“But I love…..”

“Nonsense. You know what our relationship was supposed to be like. You know that I didn’t want a lovers relationship or anything like it. It was convenient for both of us, but now it’s over. Basta!” With that Draco pushed Dennis out the door and closed it with a sigh. He knew he had been mean to the boy, but it couldn’t be helped. Hadn’t he been not cruel like this, Dennis would come to him again and again. Better this way, hard but efficient.


Harry stared for another second in shock and then retreated hastily to his room, his drink forgotten. He still couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. How could Draco be so harsh and unforgiving? But it had looked hot, he had to admit to that. Maybe he would try and find out a bit more about Draco and this nightly visitor. Maybe….

His thoughts were still on Draco when Harry already lay in his bed and tried to sleep. Over and over again he saw the scene before his inner eye, replayed it in slow motion, trying to recall the small sounds Draco had been making and the slurping sounds coming from the young man. He had grown hard again and his hand was already snaking down to his groin, touching himself slowly and with gentle fingers. Harry took his time to masturbate, prolonging it, bringing himself near to the peak and taking his hands away and taking a few steadying breaths before he would start all over again.

As he lay panting, his semen cooling on his belly, it struck him how oddly aroused he had been feeling the last days. Just shortly before he had noticed his total lack of sexual activity and now he couldn’t keep his hands off himself. Smiling to himself he reached for his discarded t-shirt he had thrown on the floor right beside the bed and wiped his belly clean. Afterwards he curled up underneath his cover and easily slipped into a peaceful slumber.