Of Potions and Mirrors

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Warning: Lots of Sexual situations.

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Of Potions and Mirrors

Harry sat watching the Quidditch game. It was Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff, and of course, the former was annihilating the latter. Harry’s eyes, however, were not on players attempting to score goals or nock others off their brooms. Instead they were fixed high above the game on the Slytherin’s acid-tongued Seeker.
Ron had asked Harry why he appeared to be tracing “bloody Malfoy” through the sky. Harry had replied that he was simply scoping out the competition. Harry knew this was not true. For the second time since his return to Hogwarts for his sixth year, he found himself entranced by the tall, blond wizard.
Malfoy looked different this year. He appeared to have grown-up over the summer. He was at least four inches taller then he had been and now wore his silky blond hair to his shoulders. As Harry watched Malfoy, he couldn’t help but feel strangely attracted to his nemesis.
“Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch!!! Slytherin wins!”
A loud groan echoed from the three other houses as Slytherin cheered. Strangely, as he was being carried out of the stadium by his teammates, Draco Malfoy’s gaze met Harry’s stare. Harry was barley affected by what he thought was a fluke, but that glance stayed in the back of his mind. There was more then simple hatred behind Malfoy’s eyes.
Three days after the match, on a quiet Saturday morning, Harry walked over to the Quidditch field to practice catching the snitch without the distraction of his teammates. He had been in the air for nearly 30 min., diving, charging at, and sneaking up on the snitch without any luck. Finally, he spotted the golden orb directly in front of him. Harry sped towards it at full speed.
Suddenly, Harry was spinning towards the ground, another falling figure practically on top of him. They hit the ground with a thud and the other person rolled off of Harry. A hand was shoved in font of Harry’s face. In the pale yet strong hand sat the snitch.
“I knew I would beat you eventually Potter.”
“I wasn’t expecting to be playing against anyone Malfoy.”
Harry Slowly stood up and glared at the death-eater in training. Malfoy had an amused and satisfied expression on his face. Harry noticed that Draco’s eyes were looking Harry over, ever so meticulously.
“If there is nothing else Malfoy, I am going to the changing room.”
He did not wait for a response before speeding towards the changing room. The Gryffindor was partially stunned by the fact that he had been somewhat aroused by the situation. The fact that he was attracted to a boy did not surprise him. He had known about his sexual leanings since the summer.
One of Dudley’s school friends had come to stay with the Dursleys for a week over the holiday. He was handsome and slightly effeminate. Harry was instantly attracted to him and if the constant staring proved anything, the boy had been just as attracted to Harry. One night, the boy had come quietly into Harry’s room and pounced on him. Harry enjoyed the experience of a man giving him so much pleasure, more pleasure then he had ever experienced with any girl.
In the changing room Harry was not thinking of the boy from the summer. Instead, as he stood in the shower he thought about how it felt to have Draco’s muscular body on top of him as they fell. Draco’s touch had sent chills through Harry’s body. The blonde’s hair had lightly caressed Harry’s face until they were forcefully separated by the ground. The memory of the fall elicited a low moan from Harry’s mouth, and he realized he was now quite aroused. He began to slowly encourage his physical arousal, allowing visions of Draco to fuel his desire. Footsteps across the tile shook Harry from his fantasies. He opened his eyes to Draco’s wandering gaze.
Draco Malfoy was standing in front of Harry in his robes. He was starring at Harry’s naked figure, lust clearly displayed in his eyes. In a moment Harry snapped out of his shock and responded to the intrusion.
“What the hell do you think you are doing here Malfoy.” He yelled without a bit of embarrassment over his exposed state.
“I am simply eyeing the prize that I want and deserve for my victory on the field.”
“What makes you think I would ever let myself be your prize.”
“If that throbbing hard-on is any clue, I’d say you were just fantasizing about a certain close contact fall that just occurred.”
Harry had come closer to Draco and their bodies stood mere feet apart. Harry was fed up with Draco’s haughtiness. He moved to exit the shower. Draco had another idea and Harry soon found himself shoved against the tile. Draco’s mouth quickly found its goal on Harry’s lips. After the initial surprise lifted, Harry felt himself veraciously giving in to the thin lips. Harry was enjoying Draco’s soft mouth. He wanted to touch the firm body he felt beneath the robes… but not in that room.
Harry tore himself away from the kiss.
“Not here Malfoy, follow me”
Harry quickly put his robes on and left the changing room. Draco followed.
“Do you know any empty classrooms?” Harry asked the object of his lust.
“I know Snape is gone for a few days.” Malfoy replied, a devious smile crossing his face.
Harry of course knew this as he had been told that morning that Snape had left on urgent spy business for the Order.
Harry swept through the halls with urgency. Draco followed, keeping in stride with Harry’s determined gate. If anyone saw the boys walking quickly through Hogwarts, they did not intrude enough to distract the two wizards from their purpose.
When they arrived at the potions room door, Draco came forward and quickly undid the wards that locked the classroom.
“It pays to be Snape’s favorite student.” Malfoy boasted as the two stepped through the door.
Draco again pushed Harry against the wall and began kissing him. The kiss was slightly more gently this time. Harry was surprised that Draco could be gentle at all. The taller wizard had his hands on the blonde’s hips. As their pelvises ground against each other, Harry could feel that the other boy’s erection matched his. Draco began to forcefully remove Harry’s clothes. He held Harry’s hands against the rough cement with one hand while the other was hungrily undoing Harry’s pants. Draco reached into Harry’s boxers after ridding him of every other piece of clothing. Harry gasped as Draco’s hand stroked his sensitive erection. Harry sensed that Draco wanted to be in charge of this devilish tryst.
Draco continued to stroke Harry, and the Gryffindor moaned in pleasure, his tongue forcefully invading Draco’s mouth. The wizard tasted surprisingly sweet. Their tongues battled as they kissed and Draco was bringing Harry closer and closer to climax.
Suddenly Draco’s hands were caught in Harry’s. Harry forced the Slytherin against the wall, taking control of the situation. Harry disrobed Draco with a wave of his wand. Having banished all clothing, Harry was as naked as his nemesis. He pressed his body against the pale skin in front of him. They could both feel each other’s Quidditch trained muscles. Harry had complete control and Draco began moaning in pleasure. Harry traced his lips down Draco’s torso and toward his growing phallus. Harry then took Draco’s cock into his mouth in one swift movement. He began licking and sucking while moving his mouth up and down the erection. Draco thrust into Harry’s mouth, hands entwining in messy brown hair, voice moaning as each new feeling washed over his body. Draco was close to orgasm. Harry realized this and his mouth went back to Draco’s lips.
Draco tried to beg for more but his attempt was thwarted by Harry’s tongue. Harry grabbed Draco’s hips and turned him toward the wall. Casting a simple spell, a mirror appeared on the dungeon wall. Harry saw that Draco was surprised as the Slytherin watched him kissing, sucking and biting his neck.
“I want you to watch me fuck you Draco, control you completely.”
His use of Draco’s first name betrayed the hatred which Harry was trying to convey, and Draco pushed back toward him, giving himself to Harry. Draco’s hips were quickly shoved back toward the mirror.
Harry cast a lubrication charm over his cock, and aligned himself with Draco’s hips. He nipped at Draco’s now bruised neck.
“Look in the mirror, I want you to see me taking you.”
“You have more Slytherin in you then I thought.” Draco said between pants, and then looked in the mirror.
Harry slowly entered the blond. He saw Draco’s face contort with the confusion of pain and pleasure. He saw himself ruthlessly fucking his enemy. Slowly he pulled out again, then thrust in deeper than before. When he pulled out yet again, Harry heard Draco gasp “more!” and saw the urgent need in his eyes. He started thrusting into Draco’s tight ass, and Draco began thrusting back in response, pleasure coursing through his body.
Harry bit into Draco’s neck, and Draco gave in completely, relishing the pain.
“More! Please!” Draco screamed.
Harry began driving into Draco with full force, one hand on Draco’s hip and the other now around the boy’s erection. Draco continued to buck back toward Harry watching himself being fucked in the mirror. Harry saw Draco close his eyes, and draw his face into a painful, yet obviously pre-orgasmic expression. “Harry!” Draco screamed, releasing all over the mirror and Harry’s hand.
Harry came soon after in Draco, and he slowed his speed as his orgasm continued. When he pulled out, he performed a small cleaning charm and slid down to the ground in exhaustion. Draco joined him a minute later, putting his arms around the Gryffindor. They kissed gently, the kiss sending chills down their spines.

“ Draco, I expected you to have better taste.” The icy, condescending tone filled the room.

The boys froze.
“50 points from Gryffindor for seducing a Slytherin, now leave my classroom, both of you.”
They quickly put their garments back on and fled to their respective houses. Draco’s almost sinister laugh could be heard throughout the corridor. Harry thought that it was so very Slytherin of him to find humor in that situation, but Draco had always been amused when Harry lost house points.
The next day in DADA, Harry received a note with silver scrawl:
-midnight in the broom shed. let’s switch roles.-