Miscommunications

Title: “Miscommunications ”
Genre: drabble, pwp
Pairing: DM/Hp
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Warnings: Talk of sexual situtations.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. It’s all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made.

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Harry and Draco stood ten paces away from each other glaring, neither would break eye contact for fear that in less then a blink they would be cursed.

“Take it back you nasty, greasy , FERRET!”

That was all it took for Draco to pull his wand , aim it at the raven haired boy, open his mouth as if to incant a jinx. Harry didn’t wait to see if the other would follow through, instead he had tugged his own wand out, all the years off needing it quickly had caused him to be one of the fastest wand drawers about. The messy haired boy didn’t hesitate before he yelled a jinx, which would have breaking out in hives in the worst case of hives in know history. Of course his fear and anger had gotten the best of him so he wasn’t thinking clearly enough to realize that what ever he did to Malfoy, he in turn would suffer. That is of course until the sever itching and heat began, both boys yelped in surprise simultaneously as their backs flushed bright red before slowly puffing up.

“Kill you.” gasped Draco.

“Kill you first.” Hissed Harry.

A window less door to the left caused both boys eyes to dart towards it, both knew that they wouldn’t be able to reach every spot, nor would they feel comfortable with having anyone else doing so. Unless of course that person would be to ashamed to say anything to anyone.

“Scratch yours.” Both boys said as one, moving quickly towards the door, Harry throwing it open with a bang before nearly running in. Draco, followed at a slightly less rushed pace , even though they were in an equal amount of agony. Closing the door behind him, Draco pulled his shirt over his head openly shuddering as the course fabric teased his enflamed backside. Harry quickly followed suit removing his own shirt, ”FUCK!” he screamed as the same feeling washed over him when his cool shirt ghosted over his back. “Potter! Hold your filthy tongue. A gentleman never uses such language”

Harry glared through his messy hair which was covering his deep green eyes in one unmanageable clump.

“Less talk, I’m first.”

“You!”

“Yes me! I wont do a good job on yours if you don’t take care of me first, now hurry up before I get Mione to do it for me.” Actually Harry had no intention of finding Hermione and getting her to fix his back, she would want to know why he was in his current predicament and the last thing Harry wanted was to have her arguing or telling him what he should and shouldn’t be doing instead of setting to the task and making the bloody itching go away.

“Fine! Take your shirt off so that I can cover everything with out touching your rags.” After Potter had moved into potion in the floor, sitting back on his feet, Draco moved behind him, using his wand to conjure chilled itching balm. Opening the cap he set the jar aside after dipping in his fingers to pull out a generous amount of white slightly medically smelling cream.

“Merlin! That feels bloody brilliant” Harry stated with a throaty groan that carried around the small room. “ Could you push against there harder… Oh! Yes like that. No not there! Yes! Oh, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner. Oh please Malfoy go faster I can‘t take much more of this. Ouch! Not so rough, I‘ve never done this before!”

During this time walking past the closet was Hermione and several of her study group, they had all heard the loud groan. The following commentary let them know that what they had heard before wasn’t just the castle or Peeves playing a prank on someone. Hermione moved towards the door as she spotted Blasé Zabini and Pansy Parkinson along with several other Slytherins rounding a bend. Behind them walked a more sedate group of Ravenclaws, who turned pink at the shouting going on from the other side of the door, Hermione had had the intention of intervening on Harry and whom ever was in there with him,. Plus she would scold him for several days. Reaching for the door handle, she jerked her hand back as if she were burnt as she heard a slight drawl on the other side.

“ My turn Potter, as much as I like rubbing against you, it isn’t enough.” Without waiting for Harry to respond Harry turned around to spot a sprawled out Malfoy. Shrugging he moved over, slipping one leg over the others back side and sat down to the dismay of the slight male under him. Grabbing a palm full of the white compound he set to work on the others back, marveling at how smooth and unblemished it was. Not a scar in site, he kept his touches light and hesitate waiting for the other to tell him what he liked and or disliked. Harry didn’t have to wait to long before he was snarled at.

“ Move your arse, Potter I’m not going to break, I know you have it in you to use more pressure.” Draco Snarled.

On the other side of the door several more students showed , who were quickly hushed by a slightly giggling fourth year Ravenclaws.

“Ouch! Gods, father doesn’t even do it that hard, not even when he’s had a bad day.”

“Sorry, you do this with your father?”

“Of course I do, one can’t do this sort of thing alone. Father taught me everything I know, about the this sort of thing.”

“ To bad he hates my guts, I wouldn’t mind him teaching me a few things.. You know for later when I meet someone.”

“You would actually allow my father to teach you this?”

“Of course, If I can deal with Snape I can deal with your father.”

“ Hey, my father is nothing like him.”

“You would know, that after all adore you.”

“ Well if boy wonder wasn’t so arrogant, then maybe they wouldn’t treat you like a bratty child.”

“Arrogant!” In his anger Harry pushed down harder then he had meant to causing the other boy to jerk under him which in turn made him moan. Draco, ignored that noise the other had made before snapping out,” Not so hard, I’m delicate and bruise easily “

“Then don’t thrash around!”

“I’m not, now be nice or I’ll tell Professor Dumbledore how you refused to treat me evenly, then he’ll transfer all of the bound to you, you hurt me Then you’ll feel it all, I hurt you, I feel nothing. Seems fair to me.” Draco added snidely

“That isn’t fair. bugger! I need another go I‘m on ruddy fire.”

“Well since this is your fault, I’ll spend the remainder of this just as I am, fully sated while you suffer through your frustrations.”

“This isn’t my fault Malfoy”

“This is entirely your fault.”

“My fault.. How is it my fault?”

“ You cursed me.”

“So what! This isn’t like it was the first time.”

“ Well it hurts like it is.”

“Then you shouldn’t have made me mad. Besides I am in the same boat as you are.”

“Humph”

“ You shouldn’t blame me anyway.”

“Why not?!”

“Shush, did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“I’m not sure, it sounded as if someone is on the other side of that door.”

“Then go check.”

“ Why should I check? You are the one that forgot to put up the silencing charm.”

“ I can’t.”

“ Why not?” Because I’m practically nude.”

Grumbling, Harry, wiped his hands clean before moving towards the cleaning rooms door. As he turned the handle he shot the other boy a dark look over his bare shoulder before turning back and peeping out of the crack he had made. Seeing no one in the immediate view he opened the door wider to find no one standing there. Pulling the door closed again he stalked over to the other boy peering down at his back, with a sharp nod he bent to pick up his shirt wincing as he did so.

“Where are you going Potter?” Asked Draco Malfoy.

“It’s nearly time for supper, and I need to go to my dorm for something.” Answered Harry Potter.

Tugging his shirt over his head, Harry moved towards the exit while tucking the hem into his jean pants. Giving the blonde another look over he pushed the door open and left, not bothering with closing the door behind him. He smiled as he over heard Malfoy curse just as he had earlier, and had half the mind to go back and repeat what Malfoy had said in reaction to such foul words. His steps light as the curse slowly ebbed then healed completely, Harry decided on just getting his bags after he had eaten, he was after all starved now. Pushing one of the great Hall doors opened he stepped in, stopping immediately as he noticed all eyes on him. The silence was deafening , he had to ball his hands into fists to keep himself from reaching for the front of his pants, his fly had to be open for everyone to be staring at him with slightly flushed faces.

What Harry didn’t know was that nearly 10 people from each house had over heard everything that had gone on in the closet, and the bad thing about that, they had all thought that Potter and Malfoy were shagging in secrete not. Also that the Hogwarts staff not only condoned it, but was forcing the two to have relations. Several days would pass before one of the Professors over heard two Hufflepuffs retelling the tale of how Harry, was very randy not to mention was willing to keep things within one family and that Malfoy liked it fast yet gentle. A week passed before Professor Dumbledore finally stepped in and announced to the student body that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were not having relations that were inappropriate for school. He did not elaborate beyond that, but eventually someone witnessed first hand what would happen when miscommunications ensue.