I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock

WARNING: Heavy graphic material containing GAY sex acts. If this offends you, why are you even reading this?

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*~I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock~*

Chapter nine


Sex was so important to Malfoy.

I was beginning to get that.

The release, it changed him.

I really was beginning to see that.

And then there was the babbling.

A trait so out of his character, the one I was familiar with anyhow, but then again when he was invigorated and full of energy, it was a bit...

How should I word this...Dazzling?

Infectious, somehow, like you just couldn’t help following him and sniggering as he practically jumped from one line of thought to another.

Was this really the sex that made him this way?

Sometimes it was a bit of a struggle to remember this was Snide Remarks Malfoy.

Although, he was still full of them, but more often than not I wasn’t the direct victim of his sarcastic humour.

And If I was, because I’ll never quite escape it I am sure, it was of a teasing probe.

I could see he would try his best not to go too far, to be too spiteful; he didn’t want to anger me.

And that by itself was...Peculiar.

“You are then to step down on your knee and propose to me in the great hall, obviously.”

I blinked, “What about the great hall?”

Malfoy’s whole body seemed to sag in disappointment, arms resting heavily on the table, as he glared at me.

“I was listening!” I said in my defence.

“And just how many times have I heard that?”

Oh heck, so I had been caught zoning out again.

By him.

Who gives?

I definitely didn’t feel my body begin to heat up.

Malfoy’s brow arched, “So you agree?”

We were in kitchens, sitting at one of the many work tables facing each other.

I looked down at the platters of half eaten food, I really wasn’t hungry anymore but I picked at a crumb of apple pie and gulped it down.

Christ, so what had he been saying?

“Potter?”

His tone, not to mention his expression, told me he was two jumps ahead of me already.

I looked up again and watched Malfoy sigh as he rubbed his hand on his face before sinking it into his hair and resting it there with his elbow on the table.

“Potter, you got to listen. This is important.”

“What did I miss?”

Malfoy snorted, silver eyes looking away momentarily.

“Pure fantasy, for sure.” He said, his voice darkened by a note I couldn’t recognize.

I stretched languidly, half a grin crossing my face.

“I would have never pegged you for a pouter compulsive.”

The blond straightened up immediately, frowning annoyingly at me.

“I don’t pout, Potter.”
“It’s just getting more pronounced—”

“It’s called a ‘scowl’, you-four-eyed-blind-idiot.”

I laughed, “Wow, did you say that all in one breath?”

Malfoy actually huffed at me, arms crossed.

“Well, maybe I have.” he said, hotly.

I tried to make my voice sound sultry, “Such a skill you’ve got there, -lover-.” I added, wiggling my brows a bit at him.

I watched Malfoy’s body go rigid as colour rose to his cheeks.

Hm, that was interesting.

“Stop. Teasing.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be teasing you about that.” I replied truthfully, yet in mock seriousness.

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“You so sulk, Malfoy.”

He gave me a look.

“As if.”

The tremble in Malfoy’s lip didn’t hide the fact that it was dying to bend in an even more pronounced pout.

“Sulk.”

“I’m not.”

I rested my chin on my hand; I could see were this was going.

“Are.”

“Not!”

“Are.”

“...Not!”

“Are.”

Malfoy actually gapped at me, “I am not, alright?”

“Sure.” I smirked.

Malfoy huffed at me again, rolling his eyes in annoyance before resting his hand to his forehead as if he had a massive migraine.

“Potter.” He said then, bleakly.

“Yes, yes, alright. I will get back on track.”

Although, I wanted to point out that he had given up rather quickly to just some harmless banter.

...Banter?

“—have I lost you again?”

Malfoy was suddenly in focus once more before me.

He held himself slouched forward with his elbows crossed on the table, his hands resting on top of them as he peered with a slight frown at me.

And somehow, all I could think was that, Malfoys ‘slouched’?

I breathed out, “Go on.”

He nodded, a bit wearily, but he went on.

“For our stories to match that could save us a lot, but then again you can’t really help unexpected questions so...If that happens, we just have to improvise there and somehow , tell the other as soon as possible...”

Malfoy continued speaking after the slight pause which consisted of a little thoughtful nip to his bottom lip.

And Merlin, it had glowed red after that slight abuse.

Malfoy really had interesting lips.

I mean, I had seen if not watched Malfoy’s mouth before, and I could definitely appreciate the skills it possessed.

But had I really admired them for the exact shape they were?

I don’t think anyone could ever move their lips like Malfoy managed to do.

Every little expression on it, every curl and bend, held a luxurious tone as to defy sin and cross the borders of sensuality.

How was it that I had never noticed before?

The way they were so rich, succulent in their dimension but also in colour, making them look like they could burn.

My mind felt suddenly foggy.

I told myself that it was hardly like any foggy-mind experience that I’ve ever had.

Everything else had been either because of some depressed memory, Voldemort or Dementors.

This though, made my mind foggy just as my body became exhilarated, and fire was in me.

I remembered that first night when Malfoy had bared his body to me.

It came back to me in such detailed familiarity that I could almost follow the creamy slope of Malfoy’s neck down his collar and see his naked chest.

My fingers, my hand, tingled recalling the smoothness of his back, the sheer white expanse of his skin contrasting with my slightly darker one.

And this morning, as I watched him sleep free of thoughts or obligations, or when we spoke quietly as he curled towards me again, just in his skin...

I felt my nostrils flare and the rush of oxygen made me almost faint.

Then there was that spot on his neck I could forever find, even with my eyes blindfolded.

That spot that was solely mine and mine alone. The one I had marked with a bite that was now just a meagre imperfection on Malfoy’s beautiful skin.

So why then, must a person so pale have such red lips?

The contrast was striking.

After all, Malfoy was so pale. How could one single individual be so pale yet not look weak and deathly?

Malfoy carried himself with such importance and ego, and that I had always known.

But somehow, that surface of Malfoy I had seen, had not allowed for me to acknowledge the actual pride or strength with the way he manage to carry himself despite everything.

Alright, I knew I usually sneered about Malfoy’s usual I’m-better-than-you antics, but he really did look like royalty.

And I knew I had sniggered about him looking a like a King or Knight...Something, too. But heck, wasn’t it true?

Before I knew it, I found myself in awe of the golden-white shine of his hair or the way it promised watery silk between your fingers just by looking at it.

I wanted to so badly touch it then, just to assure myself that yes it was true, Malfoy’s hair was just as soft as it looked.

There was something weird happening within me then.

The growing knowledge that I could, in fact, reach out and touch it all I wanted made the possessiveness in me flare up.

Like Malfoy was something exuberantly pretty that I only could feast my hands or eyes on.

It was true, I realized, I did think Malfoy was very pretty—beautiful actually.

Oh.

Perhaps, amongst my jumbled thoughts of appreciation on Malfoy’s body, I had forgotten his eyes.

What or how should I describe them?

After all, I had all freedom to stare them deep in order to come to a description fit to their nature.

Let’s see, they were...

It was suddenly apparent to me that Malfoy had stopped talking and was looking right at me.

Even if I had no clue for how long that was, there was no annoyance depicted on his face.

Malfoy, as if he caught the awareness in my eyes again, rested his chin on his hand mirroring my position.

I placed my hands both on the table as I shifted on my chair in slight bafflement.

The tint of colour had stayed warm on Malfoy’s cheeks as he stared back with a hint of something hidden in the small lift at the corner of his mouth.

I found myself needing to breathe again.

“Well?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“Your eyes.”

“My eyes?”

I nodded, breathing again as the fog and heat rose a bit more around me.

“Their colour.” I said.

“They are just grey.”

“Silver,” I corrected, “molten silver. Icy blue at times.”

Malfoy’s lips parted and I flicked my eyes back to his.

For a long moment, it was just that.

“Is that why...Is that why you were looking at me like that before?”

“Like what?” My heart was furiously and repeatedly crushing itself against my ribcage.

I became aware of how dilated Malfoy’s pupils were, the silver a perfect ring around it.

“I, you...”

“What,” I pressed almost desperately, “I was looking at you like what?”

Malfoy trailed his eyes on me, perhaps taking in my sudden rough breathing pattern. Or was he aware that I was shaking?

My fists tightened as if to control the adrenaline spreading all over.

It was like stepping on the Quidditch field on a fresh new game with the crowd cheering madly. It was like catching your name been chanted between the screams, it was like the anticipation of the crowd to see a great game, like the fear of losing yet battling with the absolute greed to want to win.

Malfoy’s eyes jumped back and forth between mine, suddenly a bit alarmed as he tried to read the expression on my face.

“What is it?” he asked, strangely out of breath.

I don’t know, I thought crazily, perhaps my suddenly owl-size-eyes freaked you out a bit?? Oh, I’m sorry...

“Potter! You are doing that thing on me again...Stay here.” He said, gesturing with his hand in front of my face.

“Silence!” I grabbed his wrist and banged it against the table.

The impact made the trays rattle and my elbow knocked the goblet I had been using on the floor.

Malfoy let out the lightest of surprised gasps as he regarded me with even larger eyes, somehow tightening together as he tried to figure me out.

I squeezed my fingers around his wrist and made myself closer to him when –

“SWACK!”

Malfoy and I both jumped apart as we turned to see what had made such cry of alarm.

It was then I noticed a roguish looking owl pulling its wing out of the closing of the secret passage Malfoy and I used to get in the kitchens.

Ruffled, it ‘tumbled’ across the air and flied the last feet towards us.

“What? I didn’t know owls made such a noise.”

I sniggered a bit, my head pounding so hard now that the mood had been broken; I really did feel light headed.

The owl fluttered to a stop in front of me, and offered his leg.

“A letter?” I wondered out loud.

The owl gave its version of a ‘grunt’, all the air of one who didn’t have enough time to be waiting around for me to pick the bloody thing already.

I took the letter and offered the owl some peach in reward but the roughish thing ‘grunted’ again and flew off.

I looked at Malfoy, whose bemusement dissolved into something else once he met my gaze and looked away swiftly.

“So...The letter?”

Right.

I opened it up, and recognized the writing instantaneously.

‘Harry,
We’ve been looking all over the place for you but, apparently, nobody knows where you’ve gone. Since last night. Ron and I have gone down the village with Dean and the rest like we had all decided upon. Since your still in the castle you might as well catch up on all the course work, right?
I will see you soon. Ron says hello.
Love, Hermione’

“Is it bad?”

I cringed a little.

“Well, she did write ‘I will see you soon’ which, translated from Hermione-talk means ‘we need to talk’. Knowing her, as soon as she sets eyes on me.” I exhaled, women were such pests sometimes.

Malfoy whistled, it took me by surprise that he did, and scanned the letter with his eyes.

“Seems...Harmless enough.”

I took the letter back and folded it a couple of times.

“So, you are falling back on your school work?” he asked, I dare say in what sounded like a conversional tone.

“Yeah,”

I looked up.

He looked down.

I wanted to groan.

“I could help you?”

“What.”

Malfoy shrugged, touching at some area on the table with idle interest.

“Catch up, you know. I need to look over some assignments myself.”

~~~

I don’t know how Draco Malfoy got me in the library that day.

We had agreed about meeting in an hour, so that we could have gone up to our respective dormitories and rearranged our stuff.

Or in my case, my brain.

I think I took the hottest and longest shower of my whole life.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened or well, what could have happened back there in the kitchens.

There, before the owl came.

I had...wanted to kiss Malfoy.

The water had burnt my skin but I hadn’t minded.

My chest had felt repressed, like it was a struggle to breathe because of the steam.

Just like when that feeling had come over me, when the air came in too much in my lungs and made me woozy.

I didn’t care though, that the water had been burning me or that in a way I had been suffocating myself with the steam.

It wasn’t the same.

It hadn’t...been the same.

Not even close.

I almost could not feel it, compared.

But there I was, scribbling away to Malfoy’s very detailed and useful potions notes.

I guess that’s what you get when you fuck the teacher’s pet?

Ha.

Since it was Saturday afternoon, the library was empty save for a few others who quickly and very silently did their work.

It was a bit of a relief; I didn’t want to overhear whispers and new flying gossip about Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter sharing a library table.

In fact, it was so quiet, unnaturally so, I kept getting disturbed by the flickering of the gas lamps.

Or most annoying, Malfoy’s breathing pattern.


Great Merlin, I had no idea as to why my ears were so channelled on every inhale and exhale the blond did.

Or how my lungs seemed to wait for that intake of air so that they could mirror it, and then let it go just as Malfoy did.

And the shifting, bloody hell, the constant shifting on the chair had started again.

Then there was the momentary nibbling on his lower lip, the random sigh, the clearing of his throat, the hand trough his hair...

I found myself picturing what would have happened if that damned owl had never come in the kitchens.

“You’ve been frowning at me for the past half an hour. Is there a problem?”

Malfoy inked his quill and looked up at me.

“No.” I said, adamantly.

He raised an eyebrow to me.

“Right.”

Malfoy went back to his writing.

~~~

I closed the transfiguration book and set it at side.

That was it.

I had enough, that is, of pretending I was actually looking at it while all I seemed to be focused on was freaking Malfoy in front of me.

Malfoy instead, was still writing a long his head all keen into what he was scribbling steadily.

For the million’s time that afternoon, he shifted on his chair and passed a hand trough his hair.

But then he did something different.

He ran his hand down the side of his face and trailed his fingers on the side of his neck till he circuited around the darkened patch of...

I think I went hard instantly.

I watched him stroke the area I had bitten him on, mindlessly, as if his fingers had a will of their own and were trying to distract him from what he was doing.

Because they were distracting, alright.

I don’t know what it was about his middle finger stroking and circling the bruise. Or the way his thumb brushed it gently after or even the way he applied pressure to it with his index finger, scratching at it a bit with his nail...

“Do you ever think of cock?”

It came out so suddenly from me that I wouldn’t be surprised if Malfoy had only heard ‘blaab’.

I cleared my throat.

“When you shift around so much on your sit, do you miss it in your ass?”

It was then I realized just how much I really had wanted to ask him that.

If not only to enjoy the out-of-socket eye reaction.

Except, I didn’t get any.

Malfoy kept still apart from his eyes that flew right at me.

I watched his face slowly move up so be at equal eye level with me.

The little smirk then, that made his silver eyes brighten with something made my dick twitch.

“Not as much as I like ‘remembering’ the cock that was inside of it.” He said, and it sounded very much like he had waited for nothing but for me to ask him that.

“W-w,” I covered my stammer by licking my lips which had gone dead dry, “what do you mean?”

Malfoy was going all ‘power’ on me again.

And I...And I liked it.

I liked it so much that my dick throbbed, my throat became like sand paper, and my speech mirrored Neville’s.

Malfoy left his quill in the inkpot, crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table.

“After a good rough fucking, you know...”

I watched his lips move, entranced.

“There is a feeling of soreness, an ache. When I move...”

I palmed my cock, I couldn’t help it.

I vaguely saw Malfoy’s clever eyes flickering to my moving elbow and back to my face.

But I was still quite stuck to his mouth with my own gaze.

“And shifting brings it back, it’s almost excruciatingly wonderful.
Because it reminds me of what I am, of what I like, of what I desperately need...”

The lick swept around his mouth was so damned provocative that I knew he had done it just for show.

I looked up completely stunned at the hunger in Malfoy’s eyes.

“Do I ever think of cock?” he repeated my question, a breathless laughter painting my arousal in way I would have never thought.

It was almost painful how the zipper pressed on to my erection, so I allowed it to be free of it.

I looked down to the rosy head my cock as I wanked it understanding its frustrations.

When I met Malfoy’s gaze again, I saw him gulp, pupils dilated.

“Dirty little Slytherin...” I murmured as I slid a bit lower on the chair, my hard cock firmly pumping in my fist under the table.

“Are-are you..?” It was Malfoy’s turn now, to stumble on his words as he watched me, his eyes blinding me almost.

“Yes, Malfoy. I have it out in my hands; I’m touching it right now.”

Malfoy’s nostrils flared and I knew he was aroused just as much as I was.

I rubbed the pad of my thumb on the crown, playing with the light moisture there as I tilted my head and opened my mouth a silent moan.

When my eyes closed I had all kind of arousing images flying before my eyes.

And every single bloody one was of Malfoy.

“Speak to me.” I breathed, my hand fisting my cock at a leisure pace as I gradually builded a wetness to ease my pumping.

It almost hurt. I was too dry to go any faster, but I liked it.

I bit my lip, arousing myself with that little pain and the thought of it.

I heard Malfoy shift backwards on his chair and I opened my eyes because I thought he had stood up to walk away.

Not – on the contrary – practically crawl across the freaking table to get right in my face.

My eyes trailed down the line of his back, how it bent making his ass curve up underneath his...fuck...

“Potter,” he purred, the ‘ter’ part of my name suddenly gaining extra ‘R’s’, the vibrations of which all went straight down my cock.

Lord, the look on his face when I managed to get my eyes there.

“I think you are the dirty little Gryffindor.” He said in a confidential tone as he wiggled to a comfortable position on his elbows.

He smirked at me, in that way I hated – or used to hate because now it was turning me the hell on.

“Cocky?” I grunted, my face and body so hot I thought I was going to melt.

He snorted, “Definitely.”

Malfoy smiled a lazy, decadent, crooked smile.

There was no other way of putting it.

“I don’t know if to wait for you to order me to get on my knees to suck you off or get down to it already.”

“Is that what you want? You like me ordering you? Huh?”

“Yes.”

It was such a desperate, breathless admission – I wanted to take him up for it then and there.

But how I loved to deny him too.

Even if it happened to step on to my own wants.

I wetted my lips and looked him straight in the eyes.

“You’re going to stay there, not going to move.” I said, hand never stopping touching my cock.

“I told you to speak to me, Malfoy.”

“But I can’t touch you?” He shifted closer, his fingers curling around the edge of the table in front of my stomach.

“I can’t come...any closer?”

And he lifted himself up, all fours on the library table, my eyes so caught in his that my head went back in order to keep looking.

Again, his breaths fanned my mouth and it did horrible, fantastic, horrific things to my body.

Then Malfoy’s face was shielded by his blond hair as he spoke.

“You have no idea how hard I am right now...Just, the thought of you wanking off in the middle of the library. So what, there might be other seven people randomly around? But heck, Potter. Your audacity makes my cock throb. To think about all those other times you took me right in the middle of a place full of people...”

He breathed, repeatedly going against my orders now and moving closer to the side of my face.

“It’s so hot,” he rasped, voice low and sensual like I had never heard it.

“It’s so hot – just the idea of it, that I am going to make you cum Potter, yes, I am going to make you cum...Just with the sound of my voice.”

Fuck.

Just as my hand burst with more energy up and down my cock, Malfoy let a trail of saliva fall right on to it.

I watched, almost an out of body experience, as it lingered in the air for tiny, tiny seconds and dripped right at the base of my cock.

I curled my fingers under it and pushed it flat on my stomach so that Malfoy’s dribble could fall on my dick’s entire length.

A hiss escaped me at the suddenly hot feeling of the gooey liquid trailing on my cock.

Oh fuck, it was fantastic.

“There you go. Stroke it all up and down, Potter. Make it easier on yourself...”

I gave one last glance at the purplish mushroom head of my dick before glancing at Malfoy.

Malfoy had dribbled on my dick.

Holy shit, it was the hottest thing ever.

“Fuck, you dirty whore you just want this in your mouth.” I breathed so out of it now I would have choked Malfoy with my dick any second.

“Wherever you want it, I’ll take it.”

His silver eyes fluttered to meet mine again, the lust glistening there made my heart accelerate a bit more.

“Spit more on my dick.”

Malfoy did so, making it a show of how his saliva bubbled on his bottom lip. Then her pursed his lips towards me and the fat gob of spit fell swiftly on the crown of my dick.

I stroked around it, using the extra spit for more lubrication as my masturbation went feral.

As I helped myself with my other hand to play with my balls, he spoke again.

“It looks so gorgeous.”

He was looking right at my dick, so I angled it towards him stroking it quickly at the base.

“So mouth-watering gorgeous.” Malfoy’s voice was awe.

I panted up at him, realizing that I had almost bumped my forehead on his chin as he watched me.

“Fuck.” I gasped, and Malfoy smiled that crooked smile.

“Merlin Potter, you make me want the wildest things...”

I swallowed, mesmerized.

The timbre of his voice was warm, almost with a soft-spoken adoration.

My head swam.

“Malfoy...”

I was starting to wheeze uncontrollably, and like always I had completely forgotten about the other things (or people) around me.

All I could see was his eyes.

And I fought to blink heavily, too keep them there in my sight or I would have gone crazy.

“Ssh...I can tell that you are close.”

The murmur added to my overall trembles.

“You’re such an exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

The scent of my pre-cum suddenly hit my nose just as it must have for Malfoy.

The blond inhaled long and deep, blowing the exhale to my face, down my neck and towards my cock.

My head went back and I almost cried out.

“Sometimes, I wish I were in your head...”

I pulled myself together, refocusing totally on him just as my balls seemed to double in cum-load.

“Know what you are thinking. What you fantasize about. What you see yourself doing to me...”

My mouth fell open.

“Do you know what I fantasize about?” he whispered, eyes lifting slowly back to my eyes from my opened, panting mouth.

“W-what?”

It was like Malfoy was holding back a growl of his own and it was then I remembered that Malfoy was hard, and had not touched himself all this time.

Oh.God.Oh.Oh fu—

“Malfoy.” I hissed suddenly, urgently, and I had to close my eyes as I fisted the head of my cock at the speed of light.

But then Malfoy’s hand, Malfoy’s slender fingers, was chocking me around my throat in a surprisingly strong grip.

“No! Open your eyes now!”

My eyes flied open.

My irritation with him going ‘obstinate’ on me died the moment I saw the look in his eyes.

My orgasm hit me so hard that I lurched in my seat, the chair scrapping backwards as I went upright and pushed my face in the crook of Malfoy’s neck.

My body jerked and spammed several times as I kept pumping cum after cum out of my cock.

It was splattering all over my wrist, over my lap.

But Malfoy kept me close, as if to keep me still.

His hand around my throat had slithered around the back of my head, giving me goose-pimples as it went, and spread out flat trough my hair there, holding me closer.

I had wanted to scream.

Instead.

Instead I bit him, again.

I felt Malfoy half arch at the feel of my teeth sinking in his skin.

Hell, had I been a vampire I would have drank him down.

His scent, his taste, they way he felt around me...

“Harry...” he mewled, and I growled around his skin at his needy voice as I pumped my cock furiously for the last few times.

My nose was completely crushed against his neck, his scent and heat assaulting me, reminding me I needed to breath properly now.

I let go of the skin between my teeth, breathing heavily right there as my mind slowly came to a halt.

Somehow along the way I had closed my eyes, so I opened them.

For a bit, everything was groggy, and then I blinked and pulled back so to see Malfoy’s face.

Red cheeks, still feverishly bitting his lower lip, Malfoy looked at me with an incredulous mixture of reminiscent lust, stupor and guilt.

I raised my cum-splattered hand to his face, cupping around the soft warmth edge of it.

Malfoy’s pink tongue came out in an instant, licking at the trails of cum between my fingers as he watched me.

The way I was breathing, I thought, my heart would never slow down.

Yet under Malfoy’s gaze I begun to relax somewhat.

And besides, the afterglow was kicking in...

“What’s the matter?” I found myself asking, my voice so low almost soothing, so private.

He gulped down as he brushed his cheek against my stroking thumb.

I honestly hadn’t realized I was doing it till Malfoy sought for the touch with his cheek.

“I...”

My lids suddenly felt very heavy and I wished I could melt on the soft surface of a bed.

But this, I smiled weakly in the state I was, this was good enough.

Malfoy’s breath fanned my whole face and I refocused on him again.

“I came the moment you bitted me.”

It was my turn to swallow, my own eyes reflected in Malfoy’s as
we stayed there, practically leaning on one another for support.

“Untouched..?” I wondered, mostly to myself but he smirked back anyways.

My spent cock stirred to the confession alone.

“Yeah...”

Then Malfoy blinked, I felt his fingers at the back of my head curl almost in reflex.

“You are looking at me that way again.”

“Yeah..?”

“Yeah.” He whispered back.

I felt myself pull Malfoy’s face closer to mine.

“I still don’t know about your fantasies.”

I was voiceless. I didn’t know if Malfoy could even understand me.

But he did.

“For one thing? You calling me by my name...”

I blinked up at him as if I had been enlightened.

“Malfoy?” I asked uncertainly.

He chuckled half-heartedly, his voice low as intimate as mine.

“No.”

Something else stirred in me then, indescribably.

“..Draco?”

Malfoy’s mouth was so close to mine I felt its heat, and it was scorching.

It distanced itself from me for a moment, as it curved in a wry smile.

“Yes, that’s it.”

I cupped Mal—Draco’s face with my other hand and...

“HARRY!!!”

~~~

“—for goodness sake! In the library!?” Hermione was saying, still to touch over the fact that ‘in the library!?’ had been Malfoy and I.

Malfoy, who had been corned to stay—somehow—as we were then both kicked out of the library by an alarmed Mrs. Prince as Hermione stalked over us.

Great. Just great.

When I was finally...When it seemed like...When I...

“Harry James Potter you better be listening to me!”

And to her benefit, Malfoy elbowed me right in the ribs.

Ow.

Just because he could ‘relate’ to her didn’t mean he had to be so smarmy about it.

In fact, Malfoy hadn’t been a tiny bit embarrassed.

Not that it had been him sitting awkwardly on edge of a chair, cock out and dirtied all over with seed...

Hell.

How was it that even the librarian hadn’t realized of my and Malfoy’s activities?

I had been even lucky enough that Hermione had seen my ‘state’.

“Kissing in the library! How barbaric!”

Malfoy, crossed arms, was the plain picture of impassiveness.
Even as he’d smirk, as if he was giddy about me getting the lecture.

His expression of a ‘if only you knew, Granger...’.

“HARRY!”

I looked back at Hermione.

She had her hands at her hips, the frown lines so definite I would have given her 10 years more.

“Well?” It was so pronounced I think it was her second time asking me that.

“You know, just thank your lucky star that Ron wasn’t there to see...that!”

“That?”

My voice boomed over her outraged one.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Hermione had put a silencing charm over the charm’s classroom.

Hermione seemed more than a bit flustered.

“And-and with Malfoy?”

Oh finally, that part.

“I’m right here you know?”

But he hardly sounded hurt by that. On the other hand, he seemed amused.

“Harry?” Hermione pressed, because equivocally, my attentions had turned to the blond.

“What?” I snapped, my brain so muddled I had lost track of the question.

Malfoy next to me snorted.

“I saw you kissing Malfoy.” Hermione said in a grave tone.
“Explain that?”

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But we hadn’t been kissing!

Somehow, I found myself mad with the need to point that out.

I just, I needed to explain that we hadn’t, I needed to deny it.

I don’t know why.

But I think Malfoy felt my hesitation because then, he covered his hand with mine and laced our fingers together.

We hadn’t...Not yet...

“That’s right.” He said, and I gulped down because they were the last few words he had murmured against my lips.

Hermione rested her weight against the large table in front of the room.

Malfoy and I were sitting at the front desk before it.

She eyed Malfoy.

Our hands.

Then me.

“Harry?”

Again, asking for my confirmation, for my honesty – for the truth.

Malfoy’s fingers tightened around mine.

I understood.

It was then, now, to make her believe that we were going ‘out’.

“Hermione some things have changed,” I said, grasping at straws to make this sound as sincere as possible.

“And I...” Oh, how was the story again? What was I supposed to say?

“Harry and I have harboured secret feelings for each other for the past years.” Malfoy butted in, in my rescue.

Wait, past years? We had agreed on that?

Hermione’s mind seemed to be riling on the same thing.

“What?” she just spat out, “How long as this – this affair been going on??”

I cleared my throat, “Last year..?” I gave Malfoy a glance but he was steadily looking at Hermione.

“Last year.” He said, with all the conviction of one who would die to prove his truthfulness if asked.

His voice was so cutting; it had cancelled out the hesitation in my answer.

Hermione covered her mouth, probably gapping at us.

I mean, who wouldn’t.

I suddenly wanted to gape too.

At Malfoy!

And his bloody acting skills.

Malfoy breathed out; as if that had taken an enormous weight of his shoulders, circled his arms around me, finding refuge with his face under my chin.

I was so shocked, but then I realized I had to be playing my own character too so I immediately relaxed.

I tried too.

“I’m so glad she knows, finally.” He breathed, loud enough for Hermione to hear I thought.

“I know we can trust her.”

“Of course we can.” I said automatically, after all this was Hermione.

Merlin. What on earth was I doing? How had Malfoy sucked me into this?

Sucked...

“Oh, you’ve been wanting to tell your friends for so long, don’t look so constipated!”

So is that what I looked like?

“Harry, I...I don’t understand.” Hermione interjected.

“Just the last week you despised Malfoy’s guts.”

I felt Malfoy flinch, but I didn’t know if it was for show or not.

“Hermione please, I need you to understand.”

My best friend blinked back at me.

I took a deep breath and resulted in telling the closest thing to the truth as possible.

“It just sort of, happened, ok? I didn’t expect for it to go the way it did...”

And I really should have listened to Malfoy’s made up romance about us.

“I never just had the time to tell you guys.”

Hermione’s mouth fell open again and I said the first things that came to my mind before she could say something.

“I mean, look at him! Right? It’s a ‘him’ and it’s Malfoy of all hims-ow!”

Malfoy had pitched me, for crying out loud!

“I was scared and confused, I didn’t want for you guys to freak out. I just never knew how to tell you, you wouldn’t have accepted it and I didn’t want things to be weird. Hermione, with everything else that’s been happening last year...I just, I didn’t know. I am sorry.”

Silence had fallen during my speech, and afterwards.

Malfoy was motionless besides me, his hand still around mine.

And Hermione.

Hermione seemed to straighten herself up with a long breath, the tension somewhat easing on her forehead as her eyes shined with what looked like held back tears.

Then, she finally moved her eyes to Malfoy.

“Of all ways to find out, you had to be playing jaguar cat on top of the library desk of all things, snogging the living day lights out of my best friend!”

“What can I say,” I heard Malfoy saying as I blinked blankly at Hermione to have actually tried a joke and unknowingly referencing Malfoy to a cat like I happened to be doing more often than not.

“I’m rather ferocious lover, aren’t I Harry?”

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at me squarely.

Crap. She wasn’t convinced.

Why was it that Hermione’s presence had made me so nervous?

It was nothing than extra acting, or how Malfoy had put it.

So I turned to Malfoy, who was looking at me with a small smile even his eyes screamed at me to do something.

I imagined for us to be alone and in my best impersonation of a besotted teenager, I brushed Malfoy’s cheek with the back of my hand.

And it....It wasn’t that hard to do.

“I know you can be.” I murmured, my eyes set on Malfoy’s.

Malfoy’s cheeks blossomed.

It was really quite fascinating.

Not helping myself, I touched the reddened skin with my fingers.

It was...warm.

My fingers fell to his parted lips, and boy, they were even warmer just as I had almost felt with my own lips they were...

Malfoy gently kissed my fingertip, engulfing it between the softness of his lips—eyes all on me.

There was a cough, and I remembered vaguely Hermione was there.

But when Malfoy left one last kiss on my digit and arched an eyebrow to then look away, did I also refocus on her.

“This is...quite a bit to get my head around.” She said, with difficulty.

I watched her, eying us so carefully it was like she was expecting us to be a charade.

“Does this mean you’ve changed sides, Malfoy?”

“Obviously.”

He replied with no hesitation, it almost surprised me.

“And because of Harry?”

This time, Malfoy didn’t answer all at once.

But when he did, he was the voice of honesty.

“Yes, Granger. Definitely, thanks to Harry.”

He looked at me then, so I looked back and there was actually a small smile on his face.

A sincere looking one, should I add.

Once again, I felt stupidly star-struck.

When I looked back up at Hermione (Malfoy had turned back to her ages ago) she was massaging her temples.

“Harry this...”

“I know.” I said quickly, and stood up because I was getting light headed sitting down next to Malfoy.

“I’ve been so vague and distant over the past weeks because of this.”

And that was the truth.

“We’ve been fighting actually, these past days. Weeks, months perhaps?”

It was Malfoy, who had also stood up to come next to me.

Like a leech, he wrapped himself around my arm.

“His been wanting to tell you and...Weasley,” he said, with a pause I knew he had controlled some offensive nickname just then. “But I wanted him to keep it a secret.”

Where was all of this coming from?

Malfoy gave me a look, and then gave a tentative smile at Hermione.

Hermione, whom was about to lose an eye or perhaps two, in her astonishment.

“Eh, right.” I breathed.

“You’re really with Malfoy.” She said finally, as if she still couldn’t believe it but coming down to terms with it.

“Yes.”

“Harry I,” her eyes trailed to Malfoy then me. “I need to talk to you...Alone.”

I didn’t like it.

I went rigid with stress again.

What, wasn’t she buying it?

Malfoy practically deserved an Oscar already.

Malfoy gave a long sigh and lent to press a peck on my cheek.

“I’ll make my exit then.”

What? No...Oh no.

“Thanks for understanding.” I found myself saying instead.

Malfoy shrugged, “She’s like your sister, Harry.”

And that made me have a double-take.

The blond took his bag, not seeing my expression or ignoring it but I quickly shielded it away.

Hermione was still there after all.

“I’ll see you...After?”

“Later.” Malfoy nodded, giving me a small grin.

“See you, Granger.”

Hermione was a bit tight lipped in her reply.

“See you, Malfoy.”

Malfoy nodded again, gave me a quick glance, and left.

I turned to Hermione.

But she was quicker.

“What is going on?”

I could have said a thousand different things.

Instead, I found myself saying the truth.

“It’s complicated.”

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AN: My lovelies!

I hope your Easter was fun and joyful time with your families. I hoped you enjoyed this little update of mine..!

Thanks everyone reviewing, I love to hear your rumbles, chat to me all you want, lol, I dig it!

Renae: Oh, I know what that feels like! Stuck.In.Dorms...Hm! Well you know what, I’m really glad you are enjoying the dialogue just as much as I had fun writing it, actually! Lol, the idea of one of the actors stumbling on some fanfiction *has* crossed my mind before...Somehow, I can’t see them stumbling on something like my fic! GOOD GOD IF THAT HAPPENS! ...I might actually change the world for the better? Haha, just kidding! I sincerely hope that your spring break, despite everything, will not be a boring one! Happy Holidays Renae, thank you for your thoughts! *Hugs* ---And lmao, the kiss...gah...it will come! I promise, even I don’t know when, but it will come! Now SSSH, and eat some Easter eggs!! :p

Kyle Evadne : Yeah, I love replying to reviewers...It’s such a warm feeling been able to do so. I’m looking forward to Ron and Hermione’s reactions myself...*crackles evilly* I feel suddenly so empowered, lol! Anyhow, I’m so glad you feel you can just ‘talk’, it’s so cool –I’m an immensely chatty person myself, we go hand in hand! Happy Easter Kyle! *hug*

PantiesAreOverrated : ...I still can’t get over your penname...O_O....LMAO! Ahem, anyhow, plot thickens right, right! *wink* Have a happy holiday and lots of Easter eggs! *hug*

HazelWolf: I have checked ‘OWNED’ and *g* thank you so much for the rec. I believe I am somewhere on chapter 63? Omg, it’s such a ride but I am loving it. Now, THAT totally puts my story to shame...Such greatness, it did all kind of weird stuff to my body—and not just “those” lol, I assure you. Bless, sigh....*is melting in an afterglow kinda state but not really and is really dreamy and pervy at the same time—somehow* I’ve been operating kinda slow so I will tell you when I check the others on amazon...When I read the titles I was like O_O...........O_o........@_@~~~~~ *strange purring noises* UUUUUUHHH!! Girl, you sure head into some *cough* lite reading, don’t ya? Before bed? How can you sleep! Or oh wait! I get it....Aaahh..! HAZEL! *pokes* Tsk tsk, gosh I love you, lol! *giggles* Happy Easter, gorgeous! *Hug*
Update: I finished all the chapters of Owned. OMG, I’m hooked! Heart goes to it..!

Shiro_neko : Lol, ‘updatetion’? Love that term! You are most welcome Shiro, happy holidays! *hug*

snappy pants : *giggles* Oh, I am so glad you loved all that! I think I’d suffer a slow and painful death if I couldn’t allow myself some sap...Hah, thanks for the review, happy holidays! *hug*

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This chapter was so fun to write...I enjoyed it. And here I present to you a more 'humane' side of Harry. After all he is, don't you think? It was fun to write him 'playful' with Draco.

I think it is going to be a lot different now that Hermione is included. Expect more of that in the next chapter.

And the dynamics between Harry and Draco? Earthquake ahead!

As for the kiss? Please, please don’t hate me...!

Love yall, leave me a note at the end! *wink*