Queer As Malfoy

Disclaimer: not mine, but my squad team of lawyers promise me HP is next after I buy the Brooklyn Bridge.

Author\'s Note: for Stef & Draco, who wants it bad.



- Queer as Malfoy -


Malfoy flounced into the seventh-year Potions classroom with his usual affected air of bored insouciance. His hair gleamed from its usual fine application of gel, and his smirk was firmly in place. He leaned on the doorjamb lightly; making sure the light caught his cheekbones exactly right. All in all, Draco Malfoy was looking very gay indeed.

\"I\'m here on patrol business, Potter,\" he announced airily. \"So no funny stuff, or Snape will hear.\"

Harry rolled his eyes. \"You know, it actually hurts at times,\" he said, deadpan. Malfoy sputtered. \"What a prissy queen you are, I mean.\" Harry smiled wickedly. \"Have I mentioned that before? Because it is so true. You are such a poncey git, it\'s probably a miracle I hadn\'t noticed until you dove nose first into my lap recently. So as I said, it hurts.\" He admired the high blush at the tips of Malfoy\'s sharp cheekbones with a newborn sense of appreciation.

\"How dare you--!\"

\"Oh, I dare,\" Harry drawled lazily, putting away the stupid bottles he\'d been sorting while the even stupider potion brewed. \"You know I do. Frequently, even.\"

\"Of course I\'m not -queer-, Potter!\" Malfoy drew himself up, sneering, and ran a hand through fine, slicked-back hair. \"You, on the other hand, are clearly off your trolley.\"

One thing was blatantly clear: Malfoy didn\'t know how to lie. Harry smirked, getting up smoothly to lean against a worktable. He crossed his arms lazily, not taking his eyes off his target: Malfoy was already starting to sweat, he just knew it. Harry licked his lips, barely smothering a pointed smile.

\"No, what you -are- is a shirt-lifter, Malfoy. A ponce. A pansy. A natural-born cock-sucker,\" Harry smirked. \"And you are good. I know just how good, too.\" He rubbed at the bulge in his trousers without any sense of embarrassment, because really, this was -Malfoy-, to whom the rules of gently-bred behavior didn\'t apply. \"In fact, you want to suck it right now, don\'t you? You want to hex my balls off and feed them to the Thestrals, sure, but you still want to suck them first, don\'t you? You wake up wanting it and you go to sleep wanting it. You\'re hard whenever I fucking look at you too long, and I know it. You think I don\'t?\"

Malfoy was becoming more than a tad flushed, and Harry\'s grin only grew. He stalked over to Harry, all hints of composure fled, eyes starting to cloud over. He was so -his- like this; Harry couldn\'t help feeling an incongruous pang of wonderment. Draco wouldn\'t like it if he just jammed their hips together and licked his cheek, and to fuck with Snape\'s bloody detention. Draco took his Prefect duties seriously for whatever stupid-arsed reason.

Draco stood two or three steps away from him, breathing harshly, but he said nothing. He was waiting for Harry to push him that one final step in his direction. \"You so fucking want me,\" Harry whispered.

Malfoy\'s eyes went saucer-wide and he backed away quickly, tossing his head back. \"Oh, for--\" Malfoy scowled, clearly displeased at Harry\'s show of unconcern. \"You\'re pathetic, Potter. I always knew you were full of yourself, but--\"

\"And you\'re a poof.\" His grin was definitely smug.

\"I\'m not a fucking poof, Potter!\" Malfoy screamed.

\"This is what it\'s all about, Draco,\" Harry continued relentlessly. \"You and me, and there\'s no girls here, are there? There\'s no cunts or tits or tears in the morning, either. There\'s just-- this,\" Harry licked his lips again, noticing how Malfoy\'s cock jumped under his trousers, \"and that\'s all there\'s gonna be for the likes of you, too.\"

\"Y-you-- I-- I don\'t have to--\" His hands shook. \"You\'re just fucking with my mind again, you arsehole!\" He reached into his robes, but as always, he was too slow, and Harry already had his wand out and pointed by the time Malfoy\'s was halfway drawn.

\"Draco--\"

\"Expelliarmus!\" Malfoy shouted desperately, eyes blazing with heat, and Harry was going to fuck him so hard his nose bled until tomorrow. He didn\'t even bother with saying the deflection spell, only used the wandless shield charm Hermione had him learn. Came in handy just like she said it would, though the real prize was the crazed, trapped look flooding Malfoy\'s face. Something in Harry shifted, seeing that look, and he was so hard it hurt.

\"I\'ve got you now, don\'t I?\"

Malfoy shook his head slowly, mouth parting as if to deliver another lame retort, but Harry shook his head right back. \"You don\'t think I want you, do you?\" Harry laughed, lips curling as if in a snarl. Something about Malfoy-- something always went wrong, and Harry wanted to tear him apart. Wanted to see him bleed. \"You think I\'d fuck you now? That\'s a good one!\" He waved his wand in an eloquent little circle. \"Not until you beg for it, and-- most likely-- not then, either.\"

Malfoy gave a little cough, then cleared his throat. \"Well, that\'s fine by me, Scarhead. It\'s not as if I want your dirty prick ripping into me like the rutting of some rabid bull, so--\"

Harry\'s fists clenched, the spear of tension rocketing up his spine all the way from his toes. \"Bend over his desk,\" he said softly. His voice was low and quiet, and the classroom almost seemed to echo with the words.

\"W-what?\" Malfoy blanched, his mouth drooping with shock or fear or arousal-- Harry couldn\'t tell and didn\'t care.

\"You heard me, Malfoy.\" Harry fingered his wand languidly, resisting the urge to twirl it in his fingers. He was almost embarrassed at how much he loved the way Draco\'s fingers twitched even though he knew Harry wouldn\'t hurt him. \"You\'re not gay. And you don\'t want me. And you\'re going to bend over. Now.\"

Malfoy\'s breath hitched and he flushed, pulling at his proper, tight little uniform vest. \"I don\'t--\"

Harry hooked a finger beneath Malfoy\'s tie and gave it just a bit of a pull, enough to watch Malfoy sweat. \"What were you saying?\"

\"I-- I--\"

\"Do it, Malfoy,\" he whispered harshly, moving till he was a breath away. He spoke against Malfoy\'s ear, in a low, rumbling whisper. \"I want to see your arse in the air for me. You\'re not queer, right? Never done this before, have you? No one\'s ever touched you--\" he dropped his hand, the heel of his palm digging into the ridge tenting Malfoy\'s soft wool trousers, \"no one\'s ever done this to you, then, have they?\"

Malfoy gulped, stumbling back a step. He was staring at Harry and his mouth was working, but no sound came out.

\"Well?\" Harry prodded. \"Do you need more instruction?\" He leered. \"Do you want me to tell you what else I want you to do? Or--\" he grinned, \"is it that you want to watch yourself get fucked? Which is it?\"

Malfoy was panting now, mouth parted in a round, puckered \'o\' as he pressed his tongue between his teeth, periodically wetting his lips. \"H-Harry,\" he croaked, staggering back another step. \"W-why--\"

Harry\'s eyes narrowed, and in a flash, he twisted Malfoy\'s arm behind his back and used the momentum to push him facedown onto Snape\'s desk in a single violent movement. Malfoy gasped, grunting as he hit the wood and scattered an assortment of neatly stacked parchments, toppling an inkstand with a clinking thump to pool next to his cheek.

\"Wanna fuck a girl right now?\" Harry taunted, grinding Malfoy\'s arm into his back almost viciously. Draco squirmed madly, but he wasn\'t trying to get away very hard. Harry hoped to change that.

\"Fuck you!\" Malfoy snarled, twisting his hips but not succeeding at much besides grinding his own cock into the hard surface. \"Just sodding get off and be done with it! I\'m on bloody Prefect\'s rounds, Potter! Snape could return in less than ten minutes, or have you conveniently forgotten?!\"

\"Oh, but you want this, Malfoy,\" Harry drawled, grinning. He didn\'t have to see Draco\'s face to know he was flushed like he always got whenever Harry had him by the balls. \"This is all you want, all the bloody time. Can you even get it up for a girl? I\'d like to see you try. Would you like that?\" Malfoy had gone completely still, panting quietly without moving his head from its current awkward position. \"Would you like me to ask Hermione?\" Draco sputtered, bucking slightly upwards, and Harry pressed harder. \"Ginny, then? How about... let\'s see... I could use my cloak... watch you try to work Parkinson\'s thighs open... that shouldn\'t be too difficult, and she does have nice legs, come to think of it... maybe they\'d look even prettier wrapped around your waist--\"

Malfoy made a faint, enraged gurgling sound, which went straight to Harry\'s cock. He twisted violently and had his hands around Harry\'s neck in seconds, toppling them both over onto the floor where they rolled several times. Harry wound up pinning Malfoy\'s wrists above his head as he straddled him, grinning fiercely. \"Something the matter, Ferretboy?\" He grinned even wider when Malfoy flinched, cheeks burning as Harry shoved his hips upwards against Malfoy\'s painful-looking hard-on.

Suddenly, he straightened, letting go of Malfoy\'s wrists without warning and enjoying the way Malfoy couldn\'t quite contain the tiny whimper of disappointment. \"Your call, really. You can shag any girl you like, princess.\" Malfoy looked near-apoplectic at this point, and Harry thought he never looked more shaggable. \"Of course, that wouldn\'t make you any less of a flaming ponce.\" Harry grinned.

Draco panted, dilated eyes fixed on Harry unblinkingly. \"Just.\" His eyelids shuttered closed. \"Why can\'t you bloody bugger me without having to fucking -win- all the time? It\'s always, always Potter\'s Way or no way, and if you think I\'m going to take it now that you\'d given it to me up the arse a few times, you\'ve got another thing coming.\"

There was only the sound of Harry\'s rather awkward movements as he got up, brushing himself off. \"I said you could go, Malfoy,\" he said harshly. \"Did you think I was kidding?\"

Their eyes met once again, Malfoy\'s now clear and wide and grey. \"Yes.\"

\"Get up, Draco.\"

Draco seemed to get up without quite being aware of what he was doing. \"Do you want to fuck? Just tell me the truth, and we can both get on with the bloody evening. Well, I can get on with labeling these bloody bottles and you can... whatever it is you do on patrol. Harass Hufflepuff first-years?\"

He was no longer looking at him, but Draco didn\'t move away. \"It\'ll have to be quick. I promised to meet Nott around midnight, sharpish.\"

Harry grinned lopsidedly. \"Sleeping around on me already?\"

Malfoy\'s expression turned indignant and familiar once more: \"You\'re off your bloody--\" He broke off at Harry\'s quiet chuckles. \"Nitwit.\"

\"Berk.\"

\"Twat.\"

\"Poof.\"

\"You\'re the bloody ponce here, Potter. Who\'s the one begging for sex, hmmm? I don\'t think that would be me, and I\'m never wrong.\"

To his own startlement, Harry laughed again. \"Let\'s try this again,\" he said, and it could almost have been called warm if they both didn\'t know better. \"Get on the desk, Malfoy.\"

Draco scoffed, though his eyelid twitched tellingly. \"Again?\" he sneered. \"No way in hell.\"

Harry cocked his head to the side. \"Do you want to do this on the dirty floor? Like a \'rutting bull\', I believe?\" He smirked. \"Although I\'m not actually sure how bulls do it.\"

\"Urgh. Spare me, Potter.\" With a long-suffering look, Draco hooked his delicate thumbs into his trousers, undoing the fastenings with a single fluid motion. He lay back on the desk, propping himself up on one elbow with something like his normal mocking flair, looking at Harry appraisingly. Harry felt increasingly awkward, like he was supposed to perform now and he\'d inconveniently forgotten all the lines. What\'s more, his throat was uncomfortably dry, and he spied a distracting V of Malfoy\'s pale, flat stomach taunting him from beneath his starched linen shirt.

\"You\'ll have to spread your legs, then,\" Harry said hoarsely.

\"Shouldn\'t you knock your pants down first-- or mine, come to that? Perhaps get some of the proper potion before you start? Merlin, do I have to think of everything?\"

Harry\'s fingers clenched. All right, he thought. That\'s enough, then. \"So? I can watch you undress, and-- we won\'t be needing potions,\" he said decisively.

He almost wished Snape could come in right now, just so he could see Draco like this-- tugging his trousers down in stiff, jerky movements that nevertheless retained some sleek essential grace. Draco\'s legs were as skinny as his, but they were toned and supple and gorgeous and Harry had to stop himself from giving away the game as soon as he saw them bare. That was not to mention Draco\'s cock-- half-hard and long and waiting for him, and....

Malfoy\'s legs rested on Harry\'s shoulders as he leaned heavily against the edge of the desk. Harry watched Malfoy\'s pale fringe grow plastered to his forehead, his bitten mouth pursed like a continuous cock-sucker\'s tease. Harry mouthed Malfoy\'s name soundlessly, running a finger down the inside of Draco\'s thigh. Malfoy shivered. They had no time to play around, they had to just do this, they had to-- Harry drew a shuddering breath.

\"Do you want my cock, Draco?\" Harry growled. Malfoy was used to this; Malfoy wanted this, Harry knew he did, so Harry didn\'t do much besides spit into his palm before he worked his fingers slowly up into Malfoy\'s arsehole, gradually upping the pace until he stabbed his middle finger in rhythm to Malfoy\'s grunts and whimpers.

\"No! Ohhh-- oh no-- nonono-- fuck no--\" Malfoy moaned, looking somewhat pained. \"P-potter! Fucking hurts!\" He bit his lip hard, moaning and cursing and tossing his head side to side feverishly. His hips thrust, trying to meet Harry\'s fingers midway whenever they weren\'t banging uselessly against the wood of the desk, trying to escape the inevitable burning friction. Harry felt the pinging of a sympathetic ache in his own flesh, but he couldn\'t stop. Malfoy wanted this. Harry held him fast, further trapping him in place.

Malfoy\'s soft, tender inner walls spasmed around his finger, driving Harry\'s eyes back in his skull. Malfoy keened, knees kicking wildly and smacking Harry\'s temple, but Harry hardly noticed. A thin line of spittle ran down Malfoy\'s chin, and then Harry couldn\'t take it anymore.

He rolled his shoulders, bumping Malfoy\'s legs up slightly to encourage him to lock his ankles, which had hooked behind Harry\'s head, and nearly ripped open his trousers in his rush to get them out of the way.

Malfoy was still coming even without Harry\'s fingers buried in his arse, and it only took two short strokes before Harry spurted in long, hot strings all over Malfoy\'s inner thighs, the pale swells of his bum and the weakly twitching penis curled atop his hairless balls.

He was blind for a while, focusing on breathing without blacking out completely, but the first thing he saw when his vision cleared was the splatters of come everywhere-- on Draco, on himself, on Snape\'s desk. Nearly disbelieving, he reached out with a finger to scoop some up off Draco\'s lower belly, then unconsciously raising it as some demented offering to Draco.

Draco\'s legs had fallen at some point to spread on either side of Harry\'s hips, and he looked languid and almost fondly inquisitive-- for Malfoy.

\"What is this?\" Malfoy said with the raspy voice he always got after sex, whether or not he\'d sucked Harry off.

The blood pounded loudly in Harry\'s ears. \"I don\'t know,\" he said at last. \"It\'s you, I think.\"

Just like that, Malfoy opened his mouth and Harry\'s finger popped inside, coating those seashell-pink lips with a thin residue of sticky fluid. There was something bizarrely innocent about the act, in a way, though Harry\'s cock was standing straight out, clamoring at him to forget about Snape and bugger Draco into next week right here, and fuck lube.

Harry stared at Malfoy\'s nearly white, translucent eyelashes as those eyes drifted shut after a moment, as his tongue drew lazy spirals around Harry\'s drippy come coated finger. He looked at peace like this, almost; he always looked so beautiful whenever he was sated. Harry wanted to kiss that salty cheek and curl up on the cold stone floor right next to him for a moment, but Malfoy was right about Snape, and this really was treading a line even Harry felt uncomfortable pushing. He\'d probably not bother to hurry since Malfoy was a Prefect and could supposedly be delegated to oversee small matters like these, but there were no guarantees.

In reality, it was probably less than half a minute before he drew his finger back with a soft, warm popping sound, and Malfoy sighed, blinking open one hazy eye.

\"Queer yet?\" Harry said, one side of his mouth quirked in vague amusement.

Draco snorted and made an adorable sort of snuffling sound that meant he was about to snap himself awake. \"Nope. Not yet. Though you\'re welcome to keep up your hopeless attempts to corrupt me. After I finish my rounds, of course.\" His forehead wrinkled. \"On second thought, after that I believe I have Arithmancy homework to get done, sorry Potter. You don\'t rate quite high enough,\" he grinned.

Harry slid the cleaned finger into his own mouth slowly, loving Draco\'s delicate shudder. \"Trust me, I\'ll find something to do somehow-- that is, other than you.\" He was fascinated at Malfoy\'s seemingly inexhaustible capacity for coloring, before, during, or after sex. It was kind of charming, in a fucked up Malfoy-type way. \"Besides, you were born corrupt,\" he said with complete certainty.

Malfoy sat up with apparent lack of any effort, grimacing at the mess on his shirt and vest and nearly everywhere. He scrunched up his nose, trailing a thin finger through the goo splattering his rippled belly before he sighed. \"Oh well, that\'s what wands are for,\" he muttered, prodding Harry with his knees and hopping down. He gave a single, prudish shudder. \"Bleurgh. If this is what I\'ve become, Potter, it\'s only what you\'ve made me.\"

By the time Malfoy caught Harry\'s eye, it was too late: Harry was grinning madly. Malfoy\'s pointy face soured yet further, and he snapped something like \"smug bloody fucker\" under his breath, but Harry kept laughing.
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