Reversed Roles

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in the Harry Potter books. J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters, places, etc. mentioned from the book series.

Thanks to Strife for helping me to beta this!


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Reversed Roles

It had been a month since that night, when Harry had uncovered Draco- in more ways than one – spying on him in the shower. He and Draco had met up quite frequently since then, mostly shagging, occasionally talking. They met up in the locker room late at night, Draco’s Head Boy room and unused classrooms among other places.

Harry remembered the night he had first discovered Draco spying on him. It had been intriguing because he didn’t know it was Draco at first, but as soon as the mysterious person had left the locker room, Harry had gone to his stuff and looked at the Marauder’s Map that he had had with him. He had been shocked to see that it was Draco Malfoy, of all people, watching him, but the thought hadn’t diminished the arousal he had felt at the thought of being watched, and especially by Draco Malfoy. After that he hoped it wasn’t a one-time thing and that Draco would come back. He had decided that he would put on a little show for the blond for when he did. That was, if he did come back.

And Draco had come back. The first few times Harry had been content with just being watched, but after studying Draco covertly during the day, he had wanted more. He had wanted to feel the blond pressed against him and surrounding him as he pounded into that tight arse. But Draco didn’t reveal himself and Harry, tired of waiting, took things into his own hands. And he was so happy that he had.

Now, a month later, things were going well. While they acted the same during the day – with feigned indifference and civility; after all, with no more Voldemort around and Draco having joined the Light, it was how things had come to be – at night they were different. It was all hot passions; cool tongues on skin and heated kisses, clutching hands and warm breaths. Harry knew Draco inside and out. He knew all the places to touch to make the blond squirm and moan, knew what he wanted and how he wanted it. Harry Potter knew Draco Malfoy’s own body, better than the blond probably did.

And now, he was on his way to Draco’s Head Boy room, at the blond’s request. Draco had sent him a message earlier in the day that he wanted Harry to come down to his room that night. Harry had felt his arousal at the thought of what was to come, simmering under the surface all day, and couldn’t wait to have it satisfied.

Reaching the portrait that guarded the entrance to the room; Harry removed his invisibility cloak and whispered the password, slipping inside. Upon entering and finding the sitting room empty, Harry shrugged to himself and walked towards the door that led to the bedroom, which was closed. He frowned at it, before grasping the handle and pushing the door open. He stepped inside and froze, eyes glued to the sight in front of him.

The room was lit a dull gold, from the charmed lamps that resided in the room, and Harry was able to see his lover clearly. Draco lay on his back, on the bed, naked; with one hand fisting his cock and the other caressing lightly up and down his flanks. Harry felt his cock – which had already be partially hard from anticipation – harden further at the sight before him.

Draco was beautiful; all pale skin and bright, blond hair. His body was flushed pink with arousal as he leisurely pleasured himself, and Harry felt his mouth water at the picture his lover made. His legs were spread open slightly, knees bent a bit and hips flexing, as he thrust shallowly into his own hand. Finally, though, Harry shook himself from his daze and approached the bed.

“Draco,” Harry croaked, standing beside the bed and looking down at his lover.

“Harry,” Draco’s husky voice replied, before the blond let out a soft moan. The sound made Harry’s cock twitch and he leaned down and pressed his lips to Draco’s; kissing him fiercely. He ran a hand down Draco’s inner thigh, before his hand was slapped away. He pulled back and looked at Draco, confused. “I want you to watch, no touching. You made me watch all those days, knowing I was there, and now it’s your turn.” Draco smirked as him.

Harry groaned, both aroused and frustrated. Watching Draco pleasure himself made him unbearably hot and bothered, but the thought of not being able to touch that beautiful body made him feel a bit cheated. “Please, Draco,” Harry said, looking at his lover pleadingly. “Please, just let me touch you.”

“No,” Draco answered on a moan, his hand sliding slowly down his shaft and squeezing the base. “S-sit there and watch.” He pointed towards a chair behind Harry, and with a sigh Harry took the seat, bringing it closer to the bed. He looked avidly on, as his lover continued. Draco’s left hand was trailing up his own side, light and slow. He reached his chest and pinched a nipple between his finger tips, and Harry licked his lips as he palmed his own cloth-encased cock.

Draco’s eyes slid closed as he moved his hand further up, dancing gently over his collarbones and the hollow of his throat, before flattening and sliding slowly up his neck. Harry watched, switching his gaze between throat and cock, not sure which he wanted to watch more. Settling on Draco’s hard, pink cock, he watched as the hand curled around it, as it stroked slowly upwards. A pale manicured thumb brushed over the head, dipping into slit, and a hiss escaped Draco’s lips.

Harry clutched himself firmly through his cotton sleep trousers and moved his hand slowly over the bulge there. He bit his lips as he moved his eyes up Draco’s body, and groaned loudly, when he saw Draco sucking and licking on two of his fingers. He could feel an ache in his belly, and he quickly pulled off his clothes, before pinching a pierced nipple and grasping his swollen prick. Harry’s eyes were held avidly to the fingers in his lover’s mouth and he gripped himself almost too tightly, at the moan that came from Draco.

And then Draco opened his eyes and looked directly at him, and Harry gave a guttural sound, at the dark grey orbs that stared intensely into his own eyes. Draco slipped the fingers from his mouth, danced them down his body and trailed them to his anus. Harry’s mouth fell open as he watched Draco sink a finger into himself with a hoarse, raspy sound coming from his throat.

Harry could hear himself making desperate, whimper-like noises as he palmed his cock. He was so hard it hurt and all he wanted to do was touch Draco, taste him, and sink into him. He twisted the ring in his nipple gently as he gave slow, firm pulls on his cock. His eyes never left Draco, even as he struggled to keep them open and watch the blond. Draco had closed his eyes again; added a second finger and was thrusting them into himself, opening and closing them in a scissor-like motion. It was a sight that Harry was sure he would never forget. Draco slipped a third into himself soon after and began the movements again, moaning and gasping as he writhed under his own ministrations.

Draco opened his eyes again and looked at Harry with something akin to desperation. “Harry,” he rasped out. “Fuck me, now! Please,” Draco whined out the last word, thrusting into his own hand, before jerking down onto his fingers.

Harry was up and out of the chair faster than he thought possible. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out the jar of lube kept there. Getting onto the bed, he opened the jar and slathered some of the slick substance onto his cock. He set the jar to the side, not bothering with the lid and looked down at Draco. He ran his hands lightly up, from the ankles, to the calves and then grasped the backs of his lover’s knees. He spread Draco’s legs further apart and set them on his own hips. Draco had pulled his fingers from himself already, but still clutched his cock with a firm grip around the base.

Grasping his own length, Harry lined himself up to Draco’s entrance and pushed in with one long, slow push. Dual groans rang out through the room as Harry settled fully inside Draco. He pressed both hands into the bed on each side of Draco’s head, breathing heavily as he struggled for control. Draco was tight and hot and wet around him, but he breathed in and out through his nose to gain some control. He was leaned over the blond, looking into a flushed and sweaty face, and staring into grey eyes, dark with lust. Leaning down, he captured Draco’s lips in a fierce kiss as he pulled out halfway and thrust back in firmly. He could feel Draco’s gasp against his lips just before he slipped his tongue inside.

As he thrust at a slow pace into Draco, he could feel the other boy’s hands grasping at his back. Harry’s hands were scrunched in the blankets with the effort to keep from squashing Draco. He pulled his mouth away as nails scratched lightly down his back, growling at the sensation and jerking a bit harder against Draco, who cried out sharply.

“Bloody…fucking…hell,” Harry panted with each thrust, before latching onto Draco’s neck and sucking the skin there.

Draco was pushing back into his thrust, still running his nails down Harry’s back, and Harry knew he would have marks the next day. But he didn’t care. “Ugh, Harry,” Draco gurgled, as Harry rotated his hips in an almost-circle before thrusting into the blond again. Draco locked his ankles behind Harry’s back, and Harry felt the blond drawing him closer, trying to drive him in deeper. He gave a particularly hard suck to Draco’s neck, which had the boy giving a choked gasp.

Harry pulled away and looked at his lover’s neck. There was a dark red spot decorating the otherwise pale skin, and Harry grinned predatorily at the sight of it. It was proof Draco was his, damn it! Harry then pulled one of his hands from the blanket and caressed it across Draco’s collarbone. He danced it lightly down the boy’s chest, pinching each nipple in turn as he went, before sliding his hand down Draco’s stomach. He circled a finger around the bellybutton teasingly, smiling at the whine he got from the blond.

“Harry,” Draco gasped, and Harry looked at his face. “G-get the f-fuck, oh god, on with it!” Draco groaned. Harry grinned and pulled out almost all the way, curled a hand around Draco’s hard cock and slammed back in at the same time he brushed his thumb over Draco’s slit. The scream he ripped from his lover’s throat was like music to his ears. He continued to drive himself forcefully into the blond, stroking his hard length in time with his thrust. He could feel Draco’s arse gripping his cock like a vice, and he could feel the blond’s fingers scratching up his back. And it all felt glorious.

Harry groaned as he felt the tight coiling in his belly. He was close, and from the shuttered breathing and tightening around his cock, from the increased pressure on his back from both Draco’s hands and ankles, Harry knew the blond was also close. Harry looked at Draco through narrowed eyes. The blond had his back arched and head thrown back as he bore down against his thrusts. There was a sheen of sweat covering his wonderfully flushed skin, and, as many times before, the sight never failed to amaze him. And arouse him. Draco was a sight to behold during sex.

Grasping Draco’s cock, Harry ran his thumb nail lightly up the underside of the length in his hand, and that was it for Draco. Harry could feel his arse clamping down on him as Draco threw his head back and cried out loudly, almost scream-like. Harry pounded into Draco as the blond rode out his orgasm.

“Harry,” Draco moaned out, and Harry came hard at the sound of it with a loud, rough groan that sounded something like ‘Draco’. He continued to thrust into Draco as he rode his own orgasm out before collapsing onto his lover, burying his face into Draco’s neck.

Both panted as they struggled to regain their breathing, and Harry couldn’t be bothered to move and pull himself from Draco for anything, at that moment. It was awhile before Harry got his breathing back under control, and when he did, he pulled back to look down at Draco. The blond had his eyes half-closed; staring at Harry with a dazed smile. Harry smiled back, chuckling, as he propped himself up on his forearms.

“Enjoy putting on that little show?” Harry asked, amused. He was smirking at the blond. He had found out in the month they’d been together, that Draco, for all his arrogance and bravado, didn’t particularly like to flaunt himself when naked. Something about his pale skin being unattractive, Harry vaguely remembered the blond saying. Harry had scoffed and kissed him fiercely, and the conversation hadn’t ended after that.

He watched as a blush began to spread on Draco’s cheeks and nose, thinking the Slytherin looked rather fetching that way. “With the reaction I got from you? Of course I enjoyed it! Especially the shagging,” Draco said, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Does this mean I can look forward to more private shows from you? Because I definitely wouldn’t mind,” Harry’s voice dropped an octave, and the last statement came out almost as a purr. Draco squirmed under him and Harry’s breath hitched slightly. Draco smiled slightly at him.

“Maybe,” Draco drawled out, shrugging one shoulder. Harry smiled wickedly, and leaned down to kiss the blond hard. When he pulled back, panting slightly, he winked at his lover.

“I’ll just have to convince you,” Harry said, before descending back onto the Slytherin, and doing his best at convincing him.