6th year explorations

***** Detention – Part 3 *****

The room had cooled slightly with fewer bodies in it, or perhaps the spell was just wearing off.

Professor Durang watched Harry and Draco break their last pin as she walked from the door.

*They have sexual tension written all over them – wanting each other – yet loathing each other at the same time…*

She could have them both if she wanted, it wouldn’t be difficult. Manipulation was in her nature and she always got what she wanted, even sexually, and never felt guilty for indulging in it.

Thinking of the possibility of having both of them made her flush with anticipation. She could almost feel their bodies against her, one in front – one behind, herself pressed between them. She imagined the feel of their hungry wet mouths exploring her skin, tracing the typography of her curves. One tasting her body and the other devouring her lips. She felt herself get wet as her thoughts went wild, her nipples hardening against the satin of her bra.

Durang came up beside the boy’s; she could plainly see that neither of them was going to be of any good use to her tonight. Both were ready to burst, literally. Nope – no good to her what so ever. *DAM!* She need someone who was going to last for more that 10 minutes!

* Got themselves worked-up tight didn’t they? Wonder what I missed while ‘practicing’ with Weasley? *

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No sooner had Professor Durang walked away to join Ron when Draco laid into Harry. His grip never loosening Draco leaned over Harry’s back trying to press him down into submission. It wasn’t working Harry’s legs were very strong again taking both their weight but they both stumbles a little at both being bent over and not having any arms to balance them.

Still squeezing tightly, Draco dragged his left arm and hand across Harry’s chest, grabbing Harry’s left arm in a death grip. Harry’s right arm was free and not having any success at prying loose the unyielding grip at his waist he went to the next best thing. Harry reached back for Draco’s head and grabbed a handful of platinum blonde hair, giving it a good yank.

“Aaaaaahhh!” yelled Draco. *My hair! MY HAIR!! *

Harry didn’t let go, pulling Draco’s head to the right making his body follow causing both to stumble off balance slightly.

But it was Harry who fumbled this time, his foot slipping on a wet spot on the mat. Probably where one of the had collapsed earlier. He went sideways to his knees, Draco loosing his grip on Harry’s waist but not his arm, let him fall to the floor. Luckily for Draco when Harry slipped he let go of his hair.

Still holding on to Harry’s arm Draco gave it a hard jerk and shoved him with his foot down to the mat. Draco stood above Harry; his wrist held firmly in his own grasp, he placed his foot at the base of Harry’s neck, like Durang demonstrated with Seamus, for the pin. But Draco didn’t let go, he wrenched at Harry’s arm threatening to dislocate it.

“How’s that Potter?” Draco goaded from above. Harry didn’t answer but grunted and gasped from the pain through clenched teeth.

Draco released his arm, letting it fall with a slap down to the mat.

Harry’s shoulder burned. He was sure Draco was going to rip it from the socket. He got up slowly rubbing at the sore joint.

*Ass hole! Fuck that hurt!! . . . Why’s he looking at me that way? *

Draco was taking in the sight of Harry, pissed off and hot with no shirt on. He had always imagined what Harry looked like under his school uniform and quidditch robes but the reality before him was better than his imagination.

Now, Draco fancied himself an expert with the women, he knew what to do to them and how to do it, loving the power he had over them. But men fascinated him, too. He had met a few like-minded guys here at school – one in particular Ravenclaw boy taught him many tricks and to Draco’s disappointment the boy graduated last year. Harry was just a distant fantasy to him, as well as his fiery red headed friend. Yeah, he’d had heard a thing or two about Ron, but had never experienced anything first hand.

Harry ran a hand through his hair messing it up further, he was trying to figure out what Draco was thinking because he couldn’t read this particular look on his face. It wasn’t his usual glare or sneer…Harry just couldn’t pin it down.

Draco turned his back to Harry. “Come on Potter. Your turn to top.” He said over his shoulder to the raven-haired boy.

“What? What did you say?” Harry had heard him but didn’t get the meaning, but knew it wasn’t good.

“I said get into position so I can kick your arse again.” His back still to Harry as he sifted his weight from one leg to the other, the cloth of his pants sliding over is tight butt.
Harry walked slowly toward him, hesitantly, his mind clicking and sorting all the information he’d heard about Draco. Rumors he’d heard from Ron of all people, the sniffing of his hair, the almost sensual squeezing of Draco’s arms in that last position. And now he was talking about being a ‘top.’ Then it all snapped into place in Harry’s mind and inwardly he was smiling very deviously.

* I am SO going to fuck with his mind…!!! * Thinking to himself that he would have done well in Slytherin.

Draco was ready; he knew Potter was going to tackle him from behind. Knew he wouldn’t dare take the position Durang told them too. He was tense in anticipation, back and chest muscles tight, waiting for Harry to attack. A shock went through Draco’s body, thougt, when he felt two fingers touch his back, a gentle pressure, right on his spine at the base of his neck. They were soft caressing fingers that slid slowly along the curve of his spine. The sensation totally thru Draco, he couldn’t verbally respond but his body shook and was covered with goose bumps.

Harry hadn’t expected this reaction. He was sure Draco would turn and get all pissy and defensive but here he was rendered speechless by his simple touch.

*Interesing…What if I do this?… *

Harry’s two fingers were now at the base of Draco’s spine just above the waistband where the skin dips in at the hips above the butt. He opened his palm and placed all the tips of his fingers on Draco’s moist skin, sliding, gliding over his hipbone to the side, along the muscle crevice that joins the groin and hip.

Harry stood very close behind Draco, he wasn’t as tall as the Slytherin; his chin came just to the base of his long neck. Harry watched the effects of his feathered contact on the blonde and noticed his own heart thumping in his chest.

* I am just playing with him…that’s all.* Trying not to think about he pounding heart.

His arm encircled Draco’s waist, his fingers tracing the edge of his pants, across the tight abs, circling his belly button. He could see the blonde draw in several sharp breaths, his mouth parted slightly. From their close contact Harry felt the body in front of him shake slightly, causing himself to shiver.

* Dam this isn’t supposed to effect me too! Shit!!* He clinched his other fist in angry.

Draco snapped out of his reverie at Harry’s hesitation in his caress, not believing this was happening, that Harry was touching him like that. His brain jerked. *What is he playing at? * He made to turn and face Harry but found Harry’s other arm had quickly captured his upper body and now had him in a strong hold.

*FUCKING SNEAKY LITTLE…!!! * Draco growled in anger knowing he’d been had at one of his own games.

“How’d you like that, Malfoy?” Harry hissed in his ear, lifting Draco clean off the mat. Draco swung his head back attempting to crack into the Gryffindors face but only managed to throw them both off balance, toppling them both over backwards.

Harry got the wind knocked out of him as Draco’s body impacted him. His arms loosened their grip and the blonde slid from his arms. He flipped over pinning Harry below him. Harry’s arms grabbed at Draco trying to push him off while gasping to regain his breath.

Draco pressed him down into the mat furious for letting Harry touch him in such a fashion…so…delicately…so ...like a lover. This thought made him even more aggravated. He didn’t like it that someone else initiated the touch, he was the one who controlled how things unfolded. Not Potter, not anyone. He had control, always.

“Get off … *gasp * …me, Malfoy! *gasp * …breath..” Harry gave up his struggle with Draco and fought for the air that didn’t seem to want to return to his lungs.

“Calm down, Potter.” He leaned over Harry and captured his gaze, forcing him to focus on his blue eyes instead of the breath that eluded him. Slowly Harry’s breathing returned to normal and all under the intense stare of Malfoy.

Draco leaned over the raven-haired boy, his arms pinned above the head.

“Your playing a dangerous game Potter. One that I invented…and am master at playing.” Draco pressed his hot arousal into Harry’s stomach as he continued. “I made the rules…watch your self.”

Harry didn’t blink, caught in the trap of those steel gray eyes. He watched as they came closer, too close. Harry pulled his eyes away.

“Malfoy, get the fuck off ME!” The blonde was now mere inches from his face.

“No, you started this…” Draco’s eyes scanning the face below him, soft looking skin, tempting lips, strong jaw.

Draco lowered his face to Harry’s neck but didn’t touch him. He saw the Gryffindors pulse beating at the base of his neck and wanted to bite it, suck and lick it but restrained. Instead he lightly blew his hot breath behind Harry’s ear, along the creamy flesh of the neck to his collarbone and back up again. A gasp caught in the back of Harry’s throat, he then scrunched his face mad at his reaction.

*He’s messing with me! It’s a mind game! Shit…what was I thinking touching him like that? …. God that feels good! What? He disgusts me!…right? * Harry battled in his brain knowing the boy above him was strangely turning him on and couldn’t stop it and not sure if he wanted to. *Of course I want to! *

Several strands of blonde hair brushed along Harry’s cheek and neck. He swallowed, his adams-apple bobbing in his throat as another gasp escaped his open lips. Draco switched to the other side of Harry’s neck, again never touching just close, so fucking close with hot breath on sweaty skin.

Then Draco felt it, the reaction he was looking to cause. He raised his head, a smirk on his face, looking down at the shocked expression on Harry’s face. Draco quickly released him and stood. A victorious look on his face as he stared down at the Gryffindor whose pants was tented with a stiff erection.

Harry’s face went crimson when he saw what Draco was looking at smugly. He also got to his feet and found he wasn’t as embarrassed as he thought he would be and that’s because he noticed Draco was still sporting a flaming hard on too.

The fight was on now, no ‘positions’, no ‘pins’, just two predatory animals circling each other with something to prove. How can two people look completely turned on by each other and yet look so furious and ready to kill at the same time? Well, this was it. It was in their body language, on their faces, sizzling and crackling in the air around them. Chest muscles clenching while panting, tight abs and tense shoulders. Every fiber of muscle bulging, literally! (*hehe*) Mouths parted, bodies still slick and glowing in the yellow light.

Harry could see Ron and Durang in his peripheral vision, not paying them any attention, he was completely focused on the blonde before him.

*He wants me! He wants ME?…This is crazy! Gods I want him…touching me! I AM INSANE! * The boys were circling again.

* Just hurt him! Piss him off… Get him…closer…* Harry thought.

Harry made the first move; shoulders lowered intending to smack Draco mid torso. Draco stepped aside from the attack but was a little slow, getting hit on his side, skidding him sideways. Draco grabbed out at Harry as he went crashing by powered by his momentum. Caught, Harry grunted as his arms were held behind his back. He tried to wrench free but Draco held fast, gripping firmly to his wrists. Harry was made to bend over as Draco pulled his wrists up higher and higher. He felt like his shoulder muscles were going to rip from the strain.

“Can’t handle it Potter? Beg me to let you go.” Harry felt Draco’s cock pressed against his butt and then felt himself get harder because of it, if that was possible.

“Fuck off Malfoy. I’d never beg from you.” He knew he didn’t sound convincing. Draco thrust his hips against Harry, who shut his eye both loving and hating the feel of the pressure behind him.

“We’ll see about that.” Draco said. *I am going to take him. He WILL BEG me to never stop…he’s not going to know what hit him! *

Draco let him go with a shove expecting Harry to fall forward onto the mat but Harry’s seeker skills kicked in and he instantly turned catching Draco’s forearms in his long fingered hands. He wrenched the Slytherin’s arms behind his back. They’re now abruptly face-to-face, chest-to-chest, and skin-to-skin. Harry’s arm muscles tense and bulging to keep the blonde in check.

Draco quickly covered his surprised look with an amused smirk. He stopped struggling against the hold Harry had on him but Harry kept a constant tight grip, more out of his own anger and frustration and his bodies betrayal.

Their erections were now rubbing against each other and Draco took this opportunity to slide his body across the front of Harry’s catching his cock *twang* and again * twang * The grip tightened painfully on Draco’s arms, unrelenting. They could feel the others heart pounding, breath blowing on each others neck.

* What am I DOING?* Harry rocked up on his toes, pressing himself against Draco, his erection sliding up, Harry pulled Draco closer, mouths now even, lips parted…

A blast of cold air hit their bodies. Durang had just let Ron out of the classroom and was now walking towards them. They quickly separated, eyeing each other. As she came up beside them the look on her face was one of sheer disappointment.

“Well that’s enough for tonight, boys. Remember this night the next time you get into a fight. You wouldn’t want detention again. Would you?”

She dismissed them and watched them leave her classroom. Once the door slammed shut behind them she flicked her wand and was dressed head to toe in a tight black leather jumpsuit, covered with little silver zippers and rivets. She grabbed her cloak entered the hallway and headed toward the dungeons, and the one person who was always ready….


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