A Save Situation

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Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Written for the 36 situation challenge issued by Incessant_Darkness. I got # 9: Daring Enterprise. It didn't quite turn out how I meant (none of mine really do, lol) but I hope it still fits the challenge. It does in my mind anyway ;)
A bold leader-check, an object-check, an adversary-... check. See if you can figure out who the true adversary and leader are... ;)

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“Stop staring at them.”

“I wasn’t staring at them.”

“Yes, you were. They’re perfectly happy, so leave them alone!”

“I was planning on it!” Draco threw Pansy a scowl before crossing his arms huffily and turning away snootily.

Pansy scoffed and rolled her eyes, looking back to where Harry and Blaise were sitting together underneath a large Beech tree. Blaise’s hand was lazily running through Harry’s dark and messy hair as they looked out at the sparklingly blue lake.

Draco’s eyes were narrowed angrily as he purposefully looked away from the happy couple sitting on the water’s edge. He knew why it bothered him so much. Ever since they had gotten together, right after the end of the war, they had been annoyingly happy. They were always together, holding hands, making puppy dog eyes at the other; it was disgusting. It made Draco’s stomach turn just to watch it.

His eyes wandered back to where Harry and Blaise sat to see that they were now snogging somewhat heavily. He shuddered in disgust as he watched them and then turned away. It wasn’t that he minded two guys snogging; if he did, he would be quite the hypocrite. No, it was just that his best friend was not supposed to be shagging the fucking Boy Who Lived!

Pansy watched Draco with a raised eyebrow but said nothing as he remained stubbornly turned away from the couple. She thought she knew what Draco’s problem was but she would be damned before she let him know. He would have denied it adamantly anyway.

Finally, Draco seemed to have had enough of sitting in the bright afternoon sun. He pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his robes carefully. He cast one last glance back to where Harry and Blaise sat; now simply talking together. They appeared to be having a quiet conversation as the light breeze whipped up around them, rustling Harry’s dark hair and the quiet surface of the lake.

Draco stormed back to the castle in a huff. He stalked right through the open front doors and down to the dungeon common room. He waited impatiently for the hidden door to slide open then walked inside. The first years took one look at him and fled. They knew better than to stay in the room with a furious Malfoy.

Draco stormed through the room and down another dark hallway until he reached his private room. He slammed the door furiously, a feeling of satisfaction flowing through him as the whole door shook.

He sat down on his bed, glaring at the floor. The sight of Harry and Blaise together made his stomach churn. He hated being around Blaise when Harry was around. It was all so nauseating, the way they spoke to each other, the looks they gave each other, how they held hands all the time!

He didn’t know what to do. He hated seeing them together and yet he was forced to. If only there was some way he wouldn’t have to see it.

Draco laid down on his bed, staring at the canopy, and pondered on that thought for a few moments. How can I stop them from their sickening display?

Ever since the end of the war, Draco had become quite bored with life. It just wasn’t the same to torture the Gryffindors like he once had. Not to mention that Blaise had become like their spokesperson after getting together with Harry. Draco had found one of his favorite activities taken away from him. That had not made him very happy.

Instead, he had turned to his favorite activity to keep him satisfied, but even that had lost some of its shine. Draco had been through most of the boys worthy enough to shag in the school. He disliked ever “double-dipping” but sometimes it was called for.

At that moment, Draco felt like he particularly needed to release some tension. He got up from his bed and changed his clothes, taking off his school robes and exchanging them for a pair of dark jeans and a light blue tee shirt.

He strode out the door and out of the common room in search of someone to fuck in order to take his mind off his problem with Blaise and Potter.

At the doors to the Great Hall, he came upon a few boys who might have been a decent enough shag. He singled one out; the tall, dark-haired Ravenclaw. He swaggered up to the boy, his seductive smile firmly in place.

The boy paused in his conversation as Draco approached him. He turned to Draco, giving him an appraising look.

“Malfoy, what do you want?”

“I think you know what I want, Corner,” Draco drawled, his eyes trailing not-so-subtly over the Ravenclaw’s toned body.

Michael paused for a second, glancing at his friend’s, who appeared indifferent to Draco’s suggestion. He looked back at Draco, who was beginning to become impatient.

“Yeah, okay,” Michael agreed and followed Draco down the corridor.

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“Fuck, Malfoy!” Michael gasped as Draco moved, unforgiving, inside him, thrusting deep into his tight body.

They were naked; sweat glistened on their bodies as they moved together. The darkness of the closet pressed in around them but they paid no attention. Draco slammed his hips into Michael’s with a reckless abandon. He just wanted to take out his frustrations and the Ravenclaw was doing just fine.

He felt his climax coming over him as he slammed his cock back into Michael’s accepting body. He soon erupted, shooting deep inside the dark-haired boy. He closed his eyes as his climax washed over him.

He didn’t wait long to pull out of the boy. He wasn’t interested in any kind of after-sex interaction that some people demanded. He never gave it anyway. Draco dressed quickly, pulling back on his clothes and watching as Michael did the same. It was difficult as the space was so small.

“A little ruthless today, Malfoy,” Michael commented, trying to slip on his trousers.

“Hmph,” was Draco’s only response.

“What’s wrong? Harry reject you again? Or did you just get tired of seeing him and Blaise together?” Michael’s head snapped back as Draco’s hand left a stinging imprint on his left cheek. He glared at Draco through the darkness, bringing a hand up to his burning cheek.

“I wouldn’t recommend you becoming a Seer, Corner,” Draco sneered, pushing the closet door open and stalking out of it.

Michael just rolled his eyes as he watched Draco stalk down the halls and back to the Slytherin dormitories.

What the fuck is everyone’s problem? Draco thought as he made for his dormitory. All he had wanted was something to take his mind off Blaise and his boyfriend.

Draco glanced at his watch and saw that it was time for dinner, so he turned and headed for the Great Hall instead. He went in and caught sight of Harry and Blaise sitting together at the Slytherin table. Draco took a moment to steel himself then took a seat far away from the couple.

Pansy plopped down beside him, glancing down the table to where Harry was feeding Blaise food from his fork.

“So I take it you’re still upset?” she asked.

“I’m not upset,” Draco replied coldly, stabbing at his tomatoes.

“You should be happy for them, you know,” she said. “After all the problems the war caused, they managed to find happiness anyway.”

“Thank you for that insight, Pansy,” Draco drawled disinterestedly. “But personally I don’t care.”

“Sure, you don’t care,” she muttered, watching as Draco stabbed his steak rather viciously.

The meal passed far too slowly for Draco’s liking and he was soon restless and eager to leave. He glared all throughout the meal as Harry and Blaise talked and smiled happily, occasionally feeding the other something. All he wanted to do was storm over to where they sat and shove the fork down one of their throats. Unfortunately, Pansy forced him to stay until desert then finally allowed him to stalk away from the table and out of the Hall.

He went directly to his room in the dungeons, not even bothering to snap at the first year who was throwing a Fanged Frisbee around the common room. Instead, he seized the flying object from the air and sent it soaring into the fire. The first year looked like he was about to protest but caught sight of the gleam in Draco’s eyes and immediately fell silent, scurrying away as fast as he could go.

Draco stalked up to his room, slamming the door behind him and flopping down on his bed in a most un-Malfoyish manner. He glared at the canopy of his bed for the second time that day, silently fuming.

Just seeing Harry and Blaise together made his insides boil. He didn’t know what it was! He just couldn’t stand watching them together. They always seemed so happy. Draco sneered at the thought.

He needed to find a way to stop this. How could he get them to stop acting like puppies in love? He lay on his bed for a long time, pondering that question. He had to do something; something no one would expect.

A sudden thought came to him as he lay in his bed, staring up at the canopy of his four poster. He sat up, a malicious glint in his eyes. An evil smirk crept onto his face as the idea formed in his head. He had found the perfect way to eradicate all the fawning between the two boys. He knew it would work. It was perfect.

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The next morning, Draco sat down next to Harry and Blaise, giving them his best “cheerful” expression. He smiled at the two of them and began to load his plate. Neither boy noticed anything wrong, both too wrapped up in each other to notice. Pansy, however, raised a suspicious eyebrow as Draco ate placidly.

The meal went perfectly well and, afterwards, they all went off to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry and Blaise slid into their normal seat near the front of the class. Draco watched them through narrowed eyes for a moment until he noticed Pansy watching him closely. He scowled at her and looked away.

“What are you planning?” she asked suspiciously.

“I’m not doing anything, Pansy,” Draco drawled.

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Oh right,” she said. “Like seeing Harry and Blaise together doesn’t bother you, and you aren’t planning to ruin them.”

He merely scowled at her. “That’s none of your business.”

“But it is,” she interjected. “Blaise is my friend too, and no matter how stupid you both are, I have to protect you from each other.”

Draco just rolled his eyes. “Well, there’s nothing to worry about,” he replied scathingly.

Pansy gave him a knowing look but said no more. Draco went back to glaring at Harry and Blaise. Blaise’s hand had slipped onto Harry’s thigh under the table. Harry looked up at Blaise and gave him a small smile. Draco frowned.

At the next table over from Harry sat Ron and Hermione. They hadn’t seemed to mind when Harry had gotten together with Blaise. There had been little yelling at least, Draco had noticed.

Draco paid little attention throughout the lesson, his attention focused on his plan. He couldn’t wait to set it into motion. It would be a beautiful thing indeed to behold.

Finally, the bell rang and the class filtered out. As Harry and Blaise were walking by, Draco caught hold of Blaise’s shirt, tugging him off to the side. Harry walked on, not noticing that Blaise was no longer beside him. Blaise allowed himself to be pulled but kept an eye out for Harry, wondering where he had gone.

Draco pulled him over to a deserted corridor where Blaise turned to him, a dubious expression on his face.

“What do you want?” he asked, still looking over Draco’s shoulder for Harry.

Draco rolled his eyes at his friend’s actions. “I wanted to ask you something,” he said simply.

That caught Blaise’s attention and he stopped craning his neck to see over the crowd. He looked at Draco, his expression curious.

“Really? What’s that?”

“You and Potter have been together for awhile now, right?”

“Yeah…” Blaise replied slowly. He didn’t see where Draco was going with this.

“So how do you keep it interesting?” Draco asked casually, watching Blaise.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how do you keep your relationship fresh, sex-wise?” Draco asked innocently.

“Oh, come on, Draco, you know everything there is to know about sex; why are you asking me? Besides, you’re not even in a relationship.”

“Call it morbid curiosity,” Draco drawled.

“Well, you just have to try new things.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone interesting,” Draco commented. “What kind of new things?”

“I don’t know,” Blaise said shrugging. “There are all sorts of new things… you know, like toys, stuff like that.”

“Maybe you could show me, give me some first hand experience,” Draco said suggestively, moving closer to Blaise and running a hand over Blaise’s shirt seductively.

“Show you?” Blaise repeated. “Have you forgotten that I’m in a committed relationship?”

“Of course not,” Draco said dismissively. “But he doesn’t have to know.”

Draco’s eyes glittered in the sunlight streaming in through the nearby window as he looked at Blaise. He could see spark of interest he had planted there. Blaise appeared to be contemplating the proposition. But then he seemed to realize what he was doing.

“No, Draco! I’m not going to cheat on Harry.”

“It’s not cheating if he never finds out,” Draco said swiftly. “And who’s going to tell him?”

He saw Blaise hesitate and knew it was working.

“Well…” he said slowly. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to show you… for instructive purposes.”

“Naturally,” Draco replied, feeling triumphant. Blaise was falling for it perfectly.

He grabbed Blaise’s hand and dragged him into a nearby closet, slamming the door shut behind him and immediately pushing Blaise up against the wall. Blaise let out a squeak of surprise as his back was shoved roughly against the wall. Draco pinned his hands down by his sides, using his wand to spell them there for the time-being.

Blaise looked slightly confused as he looked at Draco. “I thought you wanted me to show you?”

“I do,” Draco replied, looking Blaise up and down. “But not yet.”

He pressed his body closer, pressing his already present erection into Blaise’s crotch, feeling the familiar hardness growing there. He rolled his hips into the dark-haired boy’s, earning a groan in response as their erection rubbed together through the rough material of their trousers.

“Drake,” Blaise gasped as Draco’s hand slithered down between their bodies. “What are you--?”

“Shh,” Draco breathed, his hand undoing a few buttons on Blaise’s jeans and shoving underneath them to grasp his throbbing cock.

He gave it a few short strokes, using the pre-cum as a lubricant, spreading it over the aching erection with his thumb. He heard Blaise give a low moan but disregarded it.

His other hand teased its way up Blaise’s side, sliding under his shirt to tease his nipple mercilessly, twisting and flicking the nubs. Blaise groaned and shifted, pressing himself upward into Draco’s palm.

Draco gave a low chuckle as he continued to fist Blaise’s rock hard cock.

“Fuck, Draco, please, finish!” Blaise exclaimed, unable to take this torture much longer.

“In a minute,” Draco murmured, intent on finishing his job right.

He slid his hand over Blaise’s hardened member, pumping fast, bringing him closer to completion and yet not so. He could feel his own erection pressing against the fabric of his pants as he stroked Blaise harder and faster.

He could feel Blaise nearly reaching his climax and knew it would be long until he reached his own. He gave another skillful stroke of his hands and Blaise cried out.

“Fucking hell, Draco! Hurry up!”

Draco complied, shoving his hand roughly over the sensitive flesh of Blaise’s cock. He was about two seconds away from his own release when the door to the closet flew open, blinding him with its bright light.

“Blaise! Are in he—” The voice stopped suddenly and more light flooded into the room.

It took Draco a moment to adjust his eyes as the light from the corridor filled the small closet.

“Harry!” Blaise exclaimed. His hands broke Draco’s simple binding spell as he ripped them away from the wall and hastily shoved Draco’s hand out from down his pants.

“Blaise, I can’t believe—you and him? I thought you—” Harry didn’t seem to be able to form a cohesive thought as he stared at the pair of them in the closet.

Draco said nothing, trying to hold back the smirk that wanted to come onto his face. Harry’s expression was truly devastated. He stared at Blaise, his eyes full of hurt and betrayal.

“Harry, no, it’s not what it looks like!” Blaise exclaimed, trying to explain himself.

Harry just shook his head in disbelief. His eyes flickered to Draco, who stood in the background, silently congratulating himself. Harry didn’t seem able to comprehend what had just happened.

“I can’t believe you,” he said in a defeated voice. He turned on his heel and disappeared down the corridor. Once he was gone, Draco no longer held back the smirk; it lit up his face as he watched Harry storm away from them.

“Harry, wait!” Blaise called after him desperately. He turned back to Draco to find him smirking like a madman and understanding dawned. “You bastard!”

“I’m a Slytherin,” Draco shrugged. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same. Oh wait, you did.” Draco raised an eyebrow at Blaise as he continued to smirk evilly at him.

“But why?” Blaise asked, furious at Draco. He did understand the whole Slytherin thing; it was just who they were by nature. But Draco was his best friend; he was supposed to be loyal to him! Or at least decent…

“I was bored,” Draco replied coldly. He wasn’t sure that was the real reason but it seemed good enough for the moment.

“You’re evil,” Blaise snarled, his eyes flashing.

“I know,” Draco replied simply, now examining his nails idly as if he was bored with the conversation.

Blaise said nothing more, just stalked off in the direction Harry had taken, probably to try to explain everything.

Draco started to move then realized he was still hard from his little encounter with Blaise. He groaned and stepped back into the closet, locking and silencing the room.

His hand slid down and into his trousers to grasp his still hard cock. His eyes drifted closed as he began to stroke himself softly, taking his time.

There was a sharp intake of breath as his finger caught slightly on his sensitive cock. He soothed it by running his thumb over the spot, spreading the pre-cum over the spot. As he leaned back against the wall of the closet, a picture swam before his eyes.

At first it was Michael Corner. Even though Draco didn’t particularly care for the Ravenclaw, he would do the job. He saw himself fisting handfuls of the dark hair as the boy went down on him, his tongue flicking over the head of Draco’s pulsing cock. Draco could see him licking his way over his erection.

He gasped and swallowed hard as his strokes became faster. In his mind’s eyes, Draco looked down at Michael’s dark hair from above. He felt the wicked tongue running all over his rock hard cock, teasing him mercilessly.

Draco’s own hand rubbed over his erection increasingly harsher. He bit down on his lower lip as he felt himself coming to his climax. Behind his closed eyes he saw the dark-haired boy shift, taking all of Draco into his throat, his tongue swirling over its head and entire length.

Draco gasped as he came suddenly, his balls tensing as he shot white, hot cum over the wall of the closet. He leaned back against the wall for support as he came forcefully, a wave of pleasure crashing over his body.

He remained like that for a few moments, his eyes still closed. He could still see the boy on his knees in front of him, cleaning him up like a cat laps up milk. When Draco was completely spent, the boy looked up at him and Draco caught sight of his dazzling green eyes.

His eyes shot open and he pushed himself away from the wall hastily in his shock. It couldn’t have been who he’d thought it was; it just couldn’t be.

He shook the thought from his head, cleaned himself and the closet up, and left the room, straightening his robes as he went. He walked back to the common room, wondering where Blaise was and if he’d managed to convince Harry of his innocence in the plot.

He was about halfway back to his dorm when an unseen force slammed into him. He stumbled to the side but was grabbed roughly and slammed against the stone wall. He was slightly dazed for a second until his vision came into focus.

A very angry-looking Harry Potter had his shoulders in a vice grip, holding him against the wall. Draco wrenched himself away from Harry, moving to the side and glaring at the Gryffindor.

“What’s your problem, Potter?” Draco drawled, scowling at the furious boy.

“Malfoy, you did that on purpose!” Harry exclaimed, his anger getting the best of him as he looked at Draco.

“I may have initiated it, but he had the all the opportunities in the world to stop it. You should know who you’re bedding, Potter.”

“I did have a boyfriend who loved me!” Harry shouted.

“What do you mean did?” Draco asked; his eyes glinted with accomplishment.

“We broke up,” Harry muttered.

“Aww, all because of little old me? Why, I feel so honored,” Draco said with a fake sigh. He gave Harry an innocent smile that fooled no one and swaggered toward Harry, who appeared taken aback and stumbled backwards.

“Why the fuck do you do things like this?” Harry asked, trying to keep his control of the situation.

“I’m a Slytherin,” Draco said for the second time that day. “I’m surprised you hadn’t figured that out already. Your boyfriend was one. Just call it a Slytherin trait.” Draco smirked and continued moving forward, backing Harry into the wall.

“You’re such a bastard!” Harry spat, glaring at Draco as he neared him.

Draco moved up right in front of Harry, placing a hand on either side of Harry’s head and staring him dead in the eye.

“You know it,” he replied, his voice low. His eyes glittered malevolently as he held Harry’s eyes. Draco leaned back for a moment, running an appraising look over Harry’s body. Then he smirked and pressed his body against Harry’s and moved around to whisper in his ear. “You know, Potter, there’s only one boy left in this school I’ve yet to conquer. Can you guess who that is?”

He punctuated his question with a sharp lick of Harry’s ear followed by his teeth pulling the lobe into his mouth, sucking on it tastefully.

He could feel Harry’s chest moving faster as his pulse increased and his breathing quickened. He didn’t know quite why he was doing this, but he just knew he wanted it. It was true that Harry was the only boy, straight or otherwise, that Draco had yet to shag.

“M-Malfoy,” Harry stuttered as Draco released his ear lobe, sliding his tongue down his neck to nip at it lightly. “Y-you can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Draco asked innocently, biting down on Harry’s neck, earning a gasp from the raven-haired boy.

“B-because Blaise and I—We just—” Harry’s words came slowly and laboriously as his breathing became more erratic with each nip and lick of Draco’s tongue.

Draco sucked on the skin of Harry’s tanned neck, flicking his hot tongue over the succulent flesh. His hands were still on either side of Harry’s head as he attacked the Gryffindor’s neck. He pressed his body flush against Harry’s, hearing the low, detached moan he received.

He could feel Harry’s present erection pressing painfully hard into his own. Draco began to rotate his hips slowly, barely hold back from fucking the boy right there and then. He punctuated each roll with a thrust, jutting his now excruciatingly hard member into Harry’s.

“Malfoy,” Harry panted, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “Stop.” It was only half-hearted, though, as his eyes drifted shut, Draco still rolling his hips torturously into his. He could feel the amazing jolt that shot through his body whenever their clothed erection met.

“Stop what?” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear.

“Fuck, Malfoy—” Harry swallowed hard. “Stop—stop fucking—just—” His sentence withered as his breathing became even more uneven as Draco’s rolls became harder and more to the point.

Draco could barely control himself from fucking the raven-haired boy right there in the corridor. He restrained himself, though. He wanted to hear it from Harry. He wanted to hear Harry say it.

“Stop what, Potter? Come on, tell me,” he challenged in a seductive whisper into Harry’s ear, his hot breath invading Harry’s senses, obscuring any logical thought that may or may not have been present.

“Stop—stop messing around and fuck me!” Harry exclaimed.

That was what Draco had been waiting for. He wasted no time in pulling back and casting a glance around the corridor. To their left was an open broom cupboard. Draco seized Harry’s shirt and pushed him into the closet, shutting the door behind them and casting them into darkness.

Draco slammed Harry roughly up against the wall, scattering the few brooms that were set against the wall. He tore at Harry’s clothes, ripping off his shirt and flinging it away. His pants were next, torn unceremoniously from his hips, pushed down his thighs and to the floor where they were kicked away hastily.

Draco stripped off his own clothes in no time at all. His leaking erection sprang from the confines of his boxers, begging for the attention it would soon receive. He threw away all his clothes and turned back to Harry, who stood pressed against the wall, his breathing harsh and jagged already.

Draco moved sinuously up against him, moving his body flush against Harry’s. His erection brushed against Harry’s, shooting a wave of fire over his whole body and to his core. He rarely felt like this with someone, but he took no time to notice. He was intent on giving Harry what he deserved.

He pressed harsh kisses to Harry’s neck and over his chest, biting down on the toned pectorals, his tongue swirling over his erect nipples. He pulled on the tiny nub, receiving a hiss of pain and pleasure combined.

“Fuck, that—” Harry started but never finished as Draco nipped his way further down his body.

Draco’s tongue traced a hot path down to Harry’s navel, circling it and scraping his teeth hotly around it.

“Shit, Malfoy!” Harry cursed as Draco’s tongue preformed wicked deeds on his stomach. He almost couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to feel Draco inside his body, filling him.

Draco smirked up at Harry, a malicious glitter in his eyes. He nipped at Harry’s hipbone then proceding to run his tongue over the smooth skin. He then moved back up Harry’s body, willing himself to hold on. He couldn’t wait to fuck Harry raw.

He reached over for his wand, finding it submerged in the pile of clothes. He performed a basic lubricant and protection spell on Harry. He threw away the wand and slowly slipped his finger into Harry’s slicked up entrance, watching as Harry gasped, his face contorted in pleasure.

Harry felt Draco’s fingers enter his body, pressing through the tight ring of muscles and as deep as they could go. Draco’s other hand had moved to Harry’s thigh, supporting him one-handedly as he was pressed hard against the wall.

Harry gasped loudly and threw his head back as Draco thrust his fingers into his body. He could feel the digits twisting and turning in his body, teasing him mercilessly. Finally, the torturing was over, at least for a moment.

Draco slid his fingers from Harry’s well-stretched entrance, now slicking up his cock in preparation. He could barely stop himself from coming just at his own touch. The moans Harry was making went straight to his groin.

He quickly pressed his hard cock at Harry’s entrance, sliding it through the tight, clenching muscles and into the hot, cocoon of Harry’s body. He heard a sharp intake of breath from Harry as he pushed himself in to the hilt. He had to stop a second once he was fully in to get his bearings.

Being inside Harry was the best feeling Draco had ever experienced. His cock was surrounded by a molten heat as he pressed Harry harder against the wall, his hands gripping his thighs; nails digging into the slightly paler skin than the rest of the body.

Harry’s arms were thrown over Draco’s neck as Draco began to move. He slid his cock almost completely out then slammed it back in, sending a tremor through Harry’s body. Harry’s tight heat engulfed Draco’s cock as it slid through the muscles and back into Harry’s body.

Draco knew he was close but didn’t want it to end so soon. He continued thrusting into Harry’s body, shoving his cock further into the tight body. Harry’s muscles contracted around Draco’s cock as it moved within him.

Harry whimpered as Draco’s thrusts became more erratic, crashing his erection back into his body repeatedly, each time brushing against the spot in his body that caused electricity to flash through Harry’s body.

One of Draco’s hands left Harry’s thigh, his leg coming up instead to brace Harry against the wall, and reached down for Harry’s weeping erection that had been rubbing painfully erotically against his stomach. He grasped the member, stroking it roughly between their bodies.

Harry groaned loudly as Draco’s movements became swift and moved in time with his thrusts, slamming up and down over the rock hard member. Harry could feel his muscles tightening and knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

“M-Malfoy—” Harry tried to warn Draco but had no time as he erupted in a wave of hot cum. His head fell back as his body convulsed in a blinding climax. His eyes were squeezed shut as he rode out his climax to its end.

Draco thrust one last time into Harry and felt Harry cum over his chest and he lost it as well. Harry’s muscles clenched over his cock and he knew it was over. He shot deep inside Harry, his body out of his control for a second as he slammed recklessly into Harry’s body until he was completely spent.

He leaned against Harry, willing his breathing return to normal. He couldn’t tell himself why he had just done that, but he knew it had been worth it. Of all the boys he had ever shagged, that had definitely been the best.

Finally, he moved away from Harry, pulling his spent cock gingerly from his body. He lit his wand and began searching for his clothes. Harry didn’t move, still leaning against the wall of the closet.

When Draco was fully clothed and about to leave, Harry spoke.

“Malfoy,” he said tentatively. “C-could we do that again?”

“Again?” Draco repeated, surprised. “My, my, you are insatiable.”

“No,” Harry said quietly. “I mean like sometime later…”

“Are you telling me that despite the fact that I ruined your perfect relationship, you want me to fuck you again?” Draco stared at Harry incredulously. He couldn’t believe Harry would even be suggesting that. Surely, it was too devastating for him.

“Is that so hard to believe?” Harry asked angrily.

“Kind of,” Draco replied stubbornly.

“Well, maybe I want to try something different, okay?”

“If you want something different, I would try your own kind. All Slytherin’s are the same, Potter.”

“You’re not,” Harry replied quietly.

“What do you mean? Of course I am.” Draco looked at Harry suspiciously, wondering what he was thinking.

“No, I know you’re manipulative, sneaky, and underhanded, but at least you care about what you do.”

“No, I don’t!” Draco exclaimed. Harry just gave him a knowing look, incensing him even more. “I broke up you and Blaise because I was bored! I had no other reason behind it.”

Harry just shook his head and moved closer to Draco. Draco’s eyes were drawn to Harry’s toned midsection as the shadow from the light moved across it. He couldn’t help but stare at the incredible specimen in front of him. He wondered why he had never noticed it before.

“I don’t believe that,” Harry said quietly.

“Yeah, well, you should,” Draco said pointedly, scowling at Harry.

Harry gave him a small smile, inching forward until he was just inches from Draco. “I didn’t realize it until today, but I can’t deny it anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” Draco asked carefully, eyeing him suspiciously.

“I fought with you all those years because I wanted the attention you gave me. I didn’t know that I felt this way about you until today when I saw you with Blaise. I was angry, but I wasn’t angry at Blaise. I was angry at you.”

“What?” Draco asked, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“I was mad because you were with Blaise, not because Blaise was with you.” Harry stopped, inching his face forward and taking Draco’s lips in a soft kiss. Draco was taken aback but allowed Harry to press the light kiss to his lips.

When Harry pulled away, he was watching Draco anxiously. Draco didn’t say anything for a moment, staring determinedly at a spot a few inches to the left of Harry.

He finally looked back at Harry, his expression inscrutable.

“You mean you want me?”

“I… yeah,” Harry said, slightly surprised by his reaction.

“Like as in more than sex?”

“Yes,” Harry replied, hoping this was a good thing.

“I suppose we could… try,” Draco said, stressing the last word like it was distasteful.

Harry’s face split into a huge grin as he looked at Draco. He moved in to kiss him, but Draco held up a hand to stop him.

“You are explaining this to Blaise,” he said warningly.

“Don’t worry about him,” Harry said, grinning. “He’s really a nice guy.”

“And don’t ever speak about your relationship with him,” Draco drawled, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Never,” Harry whispered. Draco smirked and grabbed the back of Harry’s neck, yanking him forward into a passionate kiss. Harry moaned loudly as his mouth was plundered by Draco’s talented tongue, mapping out every corner of it.

Outside the closet, two people stood leaning casually against the wall.

“Well, that took a lot longer than I thought it would.”

“At least it worked… finally.”

“I didn’t suppose it would take Draco so long, or even Harry for that matter.”

“Well, Blaise, if you had wanted it to be easy, you would have chosen a Hufflepuff.”

Blaise smirked at Pansy as they stood against the wall, listening to the muffled groans coming from the closet across from them.

“Draco would have killed me. Anyway, I just didn’t think they would be so thick. But at least I got something out of this.”

“Oh yeah? And what was that?”

“A free hand job.”

“Oh, Blaise.”

Blaise only grinned, folding his arms satisfactorily across his chest, and leaned back comfortably against the wall to enjoy his success in peace.

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FIN

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