Desire Returned

This is in response to a request to hear Draco’s view on The Things You Do That Turn Me On.
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Special Thanks to knightmare for the beta work!


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Desire Returned


Harry Potter has tried to be surreptitious while checking me out. The only problem with that is a Malfoy always knows when he or she is being given the once over. In Potter’s case, it’s more than once. I’ve noticed Harry watching me now for years and I still haven’t let on like I knWhatWhat I would give up if Harry would just make the first move and come to me. For all the known reasons in this school, I can’t be seen actively seeking him, but if he should come to me, that would be perfectly acceptable. If some people can’t accept it, then that’s their problem.

I had finished playing with my food today and had enough of the sly glances from the Gryffindor table. I wonder if he will follow me this time if I leave the sidekicks behind with orders not to follow? I won’t know until I try, so I ease off my seat and glide as I have been taught to the doors. It was like d ind internal radar that knew when Harry was watching or following and today it was on overload. Finally, he was going to follow so I slid out of the doors, turned right and headed for an empty classroom at a sedate pace. I wanted to make sure he could find me and I was not disappointed. He finally caught up to me, took my hand, led me into the room, sealed, and placed silencing charms and hexes around.

Finally, alone with Harry, my own boy wonder, if he only knew it. I hope I get the chance to tell him.

Harry has me pinned against the wall and is teasing my ear and lips. I shiver in response and then I hear his voice telling me that I turn him on and he wants to start at the bottom showing me. Have I died and gone to the Heavens?

Harry has me so aroused after listening to him describe me, stroke me, kiss me, suck on parts of my body that I never really paid attention to, that I wasn’t aware that he had me right where I wanted be – naked and hard as pike staff. What I am going to do? I’m going to return the favor, of course.

“Harry Potter. Oh Harry,” I groan. I reach out, take his head in my long fingers, and bring our lips together. I’ve kissed before, but now I want something special so I put more feelings and effort into it and I’m not disappointed with his response.

I take his hand and lead him over to the large table. With a flick of my hand and wand, I’ve transfigured the books to cushions and gently lay him down. I use my hands again and enchant a quill to write down everything that I will be telling him. I want this time recorded so I can look back on it with sweet memories.

“Harry, it’s my turn to tell you how I’ve lusted after you since we met all those years ago. From lust it turned to despair to hate. Somehow, sometime, it changed again and I’m now filled with longing for you and you alone. I’m not sure where I want to start on you. You started at the bottom, I can too.” I made sure he was as naked as I was before I started telling him.

I moved down so I was crouched at his feet. I picked one up, placed it against my hot crotch, and picked the other one up in my hands. I began stroking it and gently added pressure. “These feet are fantastic, so solid to hold you up and move you to me. The defined arch the the slope. Harry, I have to know if your succulent toes are as sensitive as mine.” I bend over and began sucking his toes. His other foot begins gliding against my erection, making me even harder. I hear him begin to moan and move my mouth over his arch, heel and to the back of his ankle.

“Harry, your ankles are just.” I began licking the back of his ankles and work around to the inside of his ankle and proceed to mark it as mine.

“Have you ever considered your shins, Harry? So strong and muscled.” I am running my hands up and down his shins now, not touching them with my lips; I want him to know that this isn’t a tongue bath. Yet.

I move up, paying homage to his knees. I place a gentle kiss on each and look into emerald eyes that have gone to a darker shade. My Harry is being affected by my touch, my hopes are building.

“Harry, did you know I can get harst tst thinking about you playing Quidditch? The way you wrap your thighs and legs around the broom, I envy that broom. Do you have any idea how many times I missed the snitch because I was watching these muscles clench and relax around your broom and wished it was my waist they were gripping as I entered you?” I began placing soft little pecking kisses on each one. I purposely let my hair fall across his thighs and groin as I move around. He has no idea what that does to me, but I can see his cock twitching and know what I am doing to him.

I let my hair trail over him as I continue my journey up. I take my tongue and gently circle his navel and I hear both of us moan. I move up further.

“Harry, your stomach and abs are utterly perfected. Quidditch over the years has been good to you, not to mention the hi-jinx with your friends. I could run my hands over you here for hours at a time, mapping each inch, until the pressure was too much for both of us. Then the sex would be maddening.” I ran my tongue and lips up from the top of his navel through his abs. I heard the hissing intake of breath and felt the muscles tighten under me. My hands ran over his ribs and grabbed a hand each.

“Do you want me to tell you about your hands? When you become excited, wave them around and extend them, it makes me wish they were close enough to feel on my skin. I want your hands on me like that, stroking, holding me, exciting me.”

“Your arms are str I’v I’ve seen the muscles ripple underneath as you save someone again or pitch in to help or holdin to to your broom. I want them holding me like that, keeping me safe.” I place kisses up both arms making sure the inner elbow is teased with the tip of my tongue. His free hand comes up and grips my hair to hold me there. I’ve found a sensitive spot that I must remember for future use.

I finally have to readjust our positions and groan as his foot loses contact with my aching member. I have an assignment to finish and it’s almost done. Telling Harry the things he does to me isn’t as scary as I feared. I haven’t heard any “stops, or don’ts.” I have heard low moans and groans that encourage me further.

I work my way to his shoulders. They may not be as broad as mine, but they will be mine to use.

“Harry, has anyone ever told you that your shoulders are just wonderful? I could lay my head here and know the peace that surrounds us. I wouldw thw that you would not harm me and you would take care of me. Your shoulders bring comfort when the world gets too much for me. I have dreamed of lying with you many nights, just resting in your arms and on your shoulders. We wouldn’t have to do anything but lie together and I could become aroused, you making me desire you when we are asleep.” I’ve moved over closer to his neck as I’ve been telling him what I have been keeping suppressed for years.

My nose gently runs along his neck eliciting a moan from him as I inhale his unique scent. I would recognize him from that alone. I have been inhaling his intoxicating scent every chance I got over the years.

“Harry, do you know you smell of vanilla and spices that make me think of home and safety when you are calm? When you are excited, like when we would fight, the scent would intensify and make me long to taste them as if you were a piece of pie that I could eat? Now those scents are overloading my senses and I want you desperately.” I place my mouth against his neck and finally give in to the temptation that has been dogging me for years. I start out with gentle nips then run my tongue over the nips. I finally decide to place a mark on him to let the world know that he is mine and will remain that way. I feel him shudder beneath me and suck harder on his neck. I hear the indrawn breath again and realize how hard I was sucking and release the pressure. I don’t want to hurt Harry; I have better things to do with him.

I move to his ear and mimic what he had done to me. “Harry, do you know everything you are turns me on? I just want to let you know that the desire is returned Mak Make love with me now and for always Harry Potter. There will be no one else.”

I move my face over his and press our lips together gently, letting him set the pace. Harry must have felt my capitulation. He wrapped me in his strong arms; spread his legs to match mine and let our erections touch for the first time.

The groans echoing in the room were enough to rival Peeves in a full scaring haunt mode.

I can’t believe it will actually happen with us. I can feel Harry thrusting against me, one hand tangled in my hair holding our lips together (like I was planning to let him go, don’t think so) while his other hand was stroking down my back, making small patterns with those teasing fingers. I feel his hand on my arse, pushing me closer to him. We began to grind and rub one another in all the right ways. I sudy gay gasp and his tongue invades my mouth, seeking my tongue and sending me higher on the clouds of lust.

Harry and I continue moving melting into the other until we can no longer contain the eruption which is violent and seems to last for an eternity before we can calm down. We roll so we can face each other on the desk and each murmur the cleaning spells.

“Emerald eyes, you can raise my desire by just breathing, let me stay near you to show you from tday day forward that you aren’t alone anymore, that your desire is returned.”

I move so I am lying with my head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. We are both so replete that soon sleep claims us both.

Time has no meaning for us when we are together. We awaken to the others smiling eyes. We both start speaking at the same time and start laughing. He tells me of the scroll he wrote about me and reaches for his robes. He pulls the scroll out and hands it to me.

“I want you to have this, for the times we aren’t together so you won’t forget.” I take it from him with tears in my eyes and lean in for a kiss.

“Harry, I had this one done as I was telling you. Keep this with you and you will always know the truth of my feelings for you.” I released the spell on the quill, reached out for the parchment then handed it to him. He looked at it carefully and laid it with his robes. He pulled me to him again and began kissing me.

This time we both knew the desire was shared.