Library Licks

I started writing this story before HBP came out and it just didn't want to be left unfinished. Eventually I will write this story from Harry's point of view and another when they are in detention.


DISCLAMER
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


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In the Wizarding world, the war between good and evil continued to rage on. It seemed as if it would never end. Hope was lost and courage was failing. The days grew darker as they passed. Everyday at least five more witches and wizards died.

With Dumbledore dead, it was only a matter of time before Death Eaters swarmed Hogwarts. Draco knew that, although Professor McGonagall tried to keep the students in good spirits, soon it would be his time to be tested.

Nothing was the same for the students after Draco’s sixth year. With many of the professors dead, classes were cut short, the Quidditch matches were cancelled, and any behavior that was the slightest bit suspicious was grounds for immediate expulsion. Draco, like everyone else in Hogwarts, spent most of his spare time laying in his bed thinking. His mind would go from thought to thought at the speed of the Hogwarts Express: the death of his father, the imprisonment of his mother, Crabbe and Goyle fleeing to India with their families. He was alone for the first time in his life. It was all too much for him to bear.

You mustn’t cry, Malfoy’s never cry.

He couldn’t hold it in any longer. The tears flooded out of his eyes. What would Father say? It didn’t matter anymore. He cried himself to sleep.

He awoke in the late afternoon, dressed and headed to the owlery where he spent the remainder of his time. It was not because he had a letter to send, as there was no one left, but because there was something special about looking onto the horizon. Draco could feel the cool spring breeze flowing through his hair as he wished he could leave Hogwarts and help with the Dark Lord’s plans of destruction. He wished he could avenge his father’s death; Hogwarts was like Azkaban to him. He would give anything to be by his master’s side.

He heard footsteps outside the door. It was none other than Harry Potter. No matter how depressed Draco was, harassing Harry always made him feel at least slightly better.

“Here to send a love letter to your Mudblood girlfriend, Potty?”

“Shut the fuck up, Malfoy. You know damn well Hermione’s dead.”

“It serves her right. The whole lot of them should be slaughtered.”

Draco had done it; Harry lunged at him and before he knew it, he was nearly hanging out of the owlery window.

“You take that back, Malfoy or I swear to Merlin I’ll kill you right here and now!” Harry screamed.

“What in Merlin’s beard is going on here?” Professor Flitwick cried, walking in just in time. “Harry, Draco, back to your houses at once!”

Harry let go of Draco’s robes. Draco smirked at him, and headed back to the Slytherin common room.

Draco went straight to bed because he was too angry to eat. He couldn’t go back to sleep, there was too much adrenaline pursing through his veins. He paced back and forth across his empty bedroom.

Potter; famous Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived. It’s a shame my father didn’t kill him when he had the chance. Thinks he’s so special because of a scar. And that he’s the youngest Seeker in a century. And that ebony hair. And those eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes...STOP!

Why was he thinking about Potter this way? He had to do something to keep him mind from wandering to those un-natural thoughts. He went up to the library, what for, he didn’t know. He despised reading. But anything was better than thinking about Potter.

When he got to the library, he noticed Madam Pince wasn’t at her usual post by the door. Actually, she was nowhere to be found, so Draco decided to take a peek at the restricted section. He picked up the copy of “Sixteenth Century Muggle Hunting” and took a seat.

Four hours passed with no other thoughts about Harry Potter. Draco was nearly finished reading the story of Viktor the Vicious when he felt hands grab in from behind and pull him on to the floor. He broke free from his assailant and grabbed for his wand. But there was no one to be seen. In fact, there wasn’t anyone in the library other than him.

“Who’s there?” He couldn’t hide the fear in his voice. “This is not funny, show yourself!”

“Scared, Malfoy?” Harry Potter’s voice sounded in his ear.

“No, of course not. Why would I be scared of a Mudblood lover like you?”

“Now, now, don’t go using words like that around me. I’ll try to throw you out of the window again, and this time Flitwick won’t be here to save you.”

“My father...!”

“Is dead, Malfoy. Your father is dead. Your threats mean nothing to me.”

Harry hit a nerve. Draco charged at him, knocking over two bookshelves in the process. Draco thrust his fist into Harry’s mouth, nearly knocking out a few of his front teeth. Harry nearly crushed Draco’s nose. Without thinking, Draco grabbed Harry’s chin and kissed him. By no means was it gentle. Draco was too furious for that. This kiss was angry and rough.

I’m glad my father didn’t kill him when he had the chance!

Harry reciprocated. He could feel the blood rushing onto his face from Draco’s nose, but he didn’t care. He needed this, if only for this one night, and he could tell that Draco did too. They began ripping at each other’s clothes. To someone just walking in, it would seem that the two boys were still trying to kill each other, in the Muggle fashion, of course. Soon they were both completely naked.

Draco pulled away from Harry’s lips. “My father would kill me if he ever found out about this.”

“He’s dead. What daddy never lived to know won’t hurt him.” Harry took off his shirt.

Harry had a point. Lucius would never find out about this. Neither would Narcissa, she was locked up far away in Azkaban. They were all alone. No one would ever find out. There was nothing to lose...

Draco kissed him again. A bit softer than before, but the same rage was behind it. He moved down Harry’s bare chest and began to bite at his nipples. Harry let out a scream.

“That hurt.”

“That was the point.”

Draco descended down Harry’s bare chest, towards the rapidly growing bulge pushing into his thigh. He looked up into those gorgeous green eyes with a smirk, and enclosed his mouth on Harry’s erection. Harry gasped in pleasure. He looked down at the Slytherin sucking his dick. He thought Draco never looked so beautiful. Milky white skin with hints of deep red blood (Malfoy’s nose stopped bleeding and the kissing washed most of the blood away) here and there. He moved his hands through Draco’s baby soft blonde hair and started massaging the back of his neck. With each movement of the Slytherin’s head, the Gryffindor moaned louder. Harry thrust his hips forward and Draco began to deep-throat him. Harry was so consumed with his own ecstasy that he didn’t realize his moans graduated to screams. Harry came hard in Draco’s mouth.

“That was a- amazing.” Harry stuttered.

Draco slapped him across the face and said “My turn.”

Draco stood up and sat on the desk with his legs open. Harry kneeled between them and unbuttoned his trousers exposing Draco’s erection. For a boy his size, Draco was surprisingly well endowed. Harry licked his lips and began sucking on the cock in front of him.

“Where did you learn to do this?” Draco panted. “Been sucking off Weasel lately?”

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled. The vibrations from his throat sent Draco into a fit of pleasure. Draco ran his hands though Harry’s ebony hair and pulled, guiding his head along the way. Harry placed his hands on Draco’s inner thighs, which began to tense up. “Pooooootter...”Draco moaned. It was obvious by the tone of his voice that he was close to finishing. Sooner than he expected, Draco busted hard in Harry’s mouth.

“Do you always finish that quick?” Harry asked him.

“No...”

“Then why did you?” Harry questioned.

Draco slapped him across the face again. He quickly put his clothes back on. Harry followed suit. Just as the both buttoned their shirts, Madam Pince walked him, looking furious.

“What have you done to these books? What happened in here? Detention for the both of you tomorrow night!” She shrieked.

Draco and Harry smirked at one another and walked out of the library.

“Next time, let’s try Snape’s office.” Harry said, sniggering.