HOW THE HELL DO WE GET OUT OF HERE?!

Disclaimer: I don’t own crap! So please don’t sue!

Warning! Contains M/M slash, and oral. Not to bad, if you don’t count the dirty talk. In other words, this isn’t for little kiddies! So scram!

Pairings: Harry and Draco. That’s it.

A/N: This is a One-shot. Enjoy.

Summary: Somehow Draco and Harry get stuck in a jinxed closet that won't let them out unless the participate in a very...um...compromising situation.


HOW THE HELL DO WE GET OUT OF HERE?!

I never know how I get myself in these situations. Like being stuck in a broom cupboard with none other than Draco Malfoy. I wish he would shut the hell up!

“The bloody door won’t open! This is your entire fault Potter! Get us out of here!” shouted an obviously irate Malfoy as he tried to open the unyielding door. My eyes widened.

“What do you mean it’s my fault?! I didn’t--”

“What do you mean what do I mean? I mean, Potter, that This. Is. All. Your. FAULT!!” shouted Malfoy even louder, causing my ears to ring. I rolled his eyes and huffed. Malfoy turned his nose up and crossed his arms. What a git!

“Did you try Alohomora?” I asked as I rattled the door handle. Maybe Malfoy wasn’t strong enough to open it.

“Pfft. While you were standing there staring at the door like an idiot, I was trying every unlocking charm I know. And don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at my arse, too!” I must be blushing ten shades of red by now. That look could make anyone squirm. It was just so…well you know! That. Never mind.

“WHAT!!?? I wasn’t staring at your--never mind. Just move.” I shoved Malfoy out of the way and squared my shoulder with the door.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m going to try brute force”

“Brute force? Oh please--”

“Malfoy, do shut up, okay?” And with that said and the count of three, I flung myself at the door---and was promptly thrown back. Well there went that not so very bright idea.

“I tried to tell you--”

“Shut up”

“So now what?”

“I don’t know,” I slid down the wall and stared at the ceiling in thought. I suppose it was driving Malfoy mad.

“What’s the matter with you, anyway?” he asked as he, too, slid to floor in surrender. Maybe he didn’t care that his precious robes were getting dirty. Why is he looking at me like that? Oh right.

“What?” I try to look casual by shrugging my shoulders, but I don’t think it worked.

“Well you look horrible. Not that you don’t ever look any better--”

“Hey! I look just fine.”

“Oh right. And your filthy muggle hand me downs have all the birds falling all over themselves to have at you. Keep trying to telling yourself that, Potter.” Well he does sort of have a point. But it’s not the birds I want. “Besides, you look as though your life is ending at this very minute. Am I just that horrid?” he asked.

“What are you on about? I never said that!” What was with him? When did he start caring about what I thought?

“You know damn well what I’m on about! You act like being stuck in a broom cupboard with me is such an inconvenience!”

“What--”

“Oh come on Potter! Ever since you saved the damn world from that maniac, your life has been nothing but peachy! I’m just a horrible nuisance, isn’t that right?”

“Look, your putting words in my mouth Malfoy! I just want to find a way out of this cupboard! I’ve spent enough time in these things to last me a life time.” With that I sat up and tried to study the door a little closer. I ran my finger gently over the crack that separated the door from the door jam.

“Do you reckon others can see the door on the other side?” I asked him. When I didn’t get an answer I turned around and saw him shrug his shoulders.

“How should I know?” he answered harshly. I shook my head and turned back to what I was doing. I felt gouges in the frame that felt like letters of some kind, but I couldn’t tell what they were because of the dark.

“What is this?” I asked under my breath.

“What is what? Let me see!” Malfoy pushed in next to me and his arm brushed up against mine. Hmm. That’s odd. A tingle just went up my spine.

Malfoy whispered a “Lumos” and the small cupboard filled with light and we could see what was carved there. “They're runes. Let me see if I can…” he paused and swallowed audibly before he continued, “…oh fuck. I’m not bloody doing that!” Malfoy's voice crack and he once again crossed his arms, but instead of looking haughty, he looked like he was going to be sick.

“What’s it say?”

“We’re never getting out of here.”

“WHAT??!!”

“Yeah. According to these runes, the only way out is to shag. Or more precisely, ‘make love.’ And I’m not making love to you,” he said with a rapid shake of his head

“Make love? How do we make love?” I asked confusedly

“Exactly. Last time I checked, two people have to be in love to make love. And you and me…” he said motioning between the two of us, “are not in love.” Sighing in frustration, I tried my hand at trying to decipher the runes. Maybe he was fibbing, but of what I could read (I really should have tried a little harder at runes) Malfoy was telling the truth. We had to make love to each other for the door to become unlocked. Damn. This was going to be tricky. I had no problem with shagging him senseless. It wouldn’t mean anything. But making love? That’s completely different. It would have to mean something, or the idiot door probably wouldn’t open up.

“Well we’ve got to try something,” I said in defeat as I slide back down to the floor.

“Yeah.”

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I have absolutely no idea what time it is. It feels like we’ve been sitting here for hours, but it could’ve only been thirty minutes. I look over to Malfoy and realize he looks like shit. Maybe he’s claustrophobic. He’s sweating and very flush. I wonder if he’s okay.

“Malfoy?”

“What?” he snaps pitifully.

“You alright? You look a little…flush,” I comment gently. Who knows what sort of mood my “roommate” could be in at this point?

“II'm fine, just a little hot...” Hot? Yeah it’s a little stifling in here……Bloody Hell who am I kidding!? It’s sweltering in here! No wonder he’s hot! All those robes and what not. Maybe if he…

“Well if you’re hot, take off your robes. I won’t mind. Can’t have you dying of heat stroke (to which he looked at me like I grew another head) and stink the place up.” After a bit of ringing his hands and looking everywhere but at me, he began to loosen the silver ties on his robes and hastily slid it off his shoulders. Under them was a very nice green wool sweater and black slacks. Jesus, he must be burning up! Now that I think of it I’m a little hot myself. I guess it’d be okay to take off my jumper.

“What are you doing?!” he screeched at me.

“Taking off my jumper.”

“Why?!”

“Erm…because it’s hot in here.” I pulled the jumper over my head and immediately felt cooler. I looked back over to Malfoy and he still looked flush.

“Maybe that wool sweater should go, Malfoy. You still look like you’re gonna pass out,” I commented casually. He looked up at me and scowled. He really shouldn’t look at me like that. At least I’m trying to be civil. He scrunched up his face in determination and shook his head muttering a defiant “fine” as he crossed his arms. But soon he grumbled a “Blah!” and uncrossed them as they obviously made him hotter. Someone’s frustrated.

“Merlin’s beard it’s hot!” he whimpered.

“Malfoy, if your hot, take it off!” He flicked the wool sweater a few times to cool off before he finally just pulled it over his head. You could instantly see the difference. He let out a sigh and a smile actually crossed his face. Funny. He looks strangely attractive with that smile on his face. Wow. Did it suddenly get a little hotter in here?

“Potter!”

“What?”

“Like what you see?”

“What? I-er-what! No!” I must’ve been staring. Bloody Hell that smirk is annoying!

“I think you do,” he continued. Pfft! He wishes!

“You wish, Malfoy!” Did my voice just crack? Crap, that wasn’t very convincing! Wait, why is he looking at me like that? Oh no. No, don’t do that now!!! Traitorous Dick!!! Don’t go all hard now!!! ACK!!!! He’s taking off his pants!?!?

“It’s not that hot, Malfoy! What’re you doing?!”

“It is too! You said you didn’t mind!” And he shimmied out of his not-so-crisp trousers, and revealed lovely, tight, green boxer-briefs. Oh my God. Look at that arse! Oh man…I wonder if knows I’m gay? Because if he doesn’t he’s gonna in two seconds.

“Potter what’re you--Mmhf!!!” Just as he turned back around I launched myself at him. Our lips meet and I found myself having the best kiss I had ever had. His lips were soft, if not a bit chapped, and even though he struggled at first, soon he was kissing back. He wrapped his arms around my neck and let out a delicious moan.

“Potter--mmhm!” I suck lewdly on his earlobe, “What’re y--ahh!” I take hold of his sexy arse and squeeze it heartily, “What’re you doing…too…me…nnnmm…” I guess I’m really having an affect on him. He’s as hard as I am. His eyes are screwed shut and his lips are turning a bright pinkish-red as he worries them with his perfect teeth. I continue to lavish him with kisses as he whispers my name over and over. Then it hits me. Getting out this cupboard will be easy. Now that I know we both love each other. Besides the Weasleys, Hermione and a select few others, Malfoy is, and has always been, an important person in my life, and I can confidently say the same for him.

“Malfoy, I know how to get us out of here,” I pant hotly in his ear.

“H-how?” he asks weakly, trying to gain his wits again. I gingerly make my way back to his luscious mouth and whisper against them.

“Let me make love to you…” I looked into his eyes as they focus in on me and soon what I said sunk in. He pushed away, as far as he could in the small cupboard, which wasn’t far considering, and shook his head vigorously.

“No I said-”

“It doesn’t matter what you said. It was all bluster. I can tell you like me...like that. You don’t have to deny it anymore. I can feel you, and I want you to make love to me, here, in this cupboard, if only just this one time,” I declared to him.

He searched my eyes for any signs of trickery, then timidly leaned forward to capture my lips again. He slid his hands around my waist, then up my back, and then around to the front again. He maps out my body, as if he’s been dreaming of doing just that many times before. Soon his hands were at my zip, but before I could slow him down my trousers were around my ankles and he was on his knees before me. My breath caught in my throat at the sight. I let out a moan of anticipation as his hands gripped the waistband of my pants and pulled them down.

“Oh God, Potter!” He gulped loudly, and there was a hunger in his eyes that wasn’t there before. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive. I felt his hand wrap around me and I jumped three feet in the air when he ignored pretense and wrapped his lips around the tip.

“Yesss, Malfoy,” I moaned wantonly. I felt him smirk around my cock and I could feel it harden more as he enthusiastically bobbed his head up and down on it. Oh gods were did he learn to do this?!

Draco slowed down to tease my cock, working the underside with his tongue and releasing the tip with a lewd pop. “How’s that?” he asked breathless as he looked up to me through his lashes.

“G-good. R-really…good,” I croak out, unable to find my own breath. He gave me one last sensual lick before he stood up. He backed away and leaned against the wall giving me a full view of his lean, but muscular, body. Obviously Quidditch was good to him too. Through the dark I saw his face giving me a “come hither look.” I made my way over to him, and our lips met.

“I’m going get us out of here, if I have to make love to you all night,” I whispered hotly against his swollen lips. All he could do was bite his lower lip and nod dumbly. I let my hands trail a hot path down his torso and abs, stopping to tweak pebble-like nipples, causing the blonde to hiss and moan in delight. Soon my hands reach Draco’s hard cock and he bucks under me when I wrap my hand around it.

“Ah! Potter! Oh gods-uhnn! Please…” he pleads as I pump his hot, hard flesh. God I really want him! I cast a quick lubrication spell and stretch him with first one finger, then a second, all the while having to hold him down for all the squirming.

“Harry! Now!!” he begs and I’m only too happy to comply. I line up and slowly push through the still tight ring. Draco whimpers, whether in pain or pleasure, I can’t tell, but I hold my breath and thrust all the way in. He wraps his arms around me and I wait.

With a nod and a quietly whimpered “go,” I gently thrust and a moan escapes my lips followed by a relieved sigh from Malfoy.

“So…good…right--ah!--right there…” Soon his legs are wrapped around me and I’m pounding him practically into the wall. The sight of him sweating and shuddering and throwing his head back in unadulterated bliss nearly ends it for me and I close my eyes to reign in my lust. I want this to last.

“Draco,” I whisper in his ear and he moans even louder. At this point I have no idea who’s fucking who, but I don’t care. I claw at his back, thrust my hands in his hair and pull his head back so I can latch onto his neck.

“Oh gods! Harry! Fuck me! Oh! I’m gonna…uhhh! Gonna cum!”

“Yes, baby. Cum for me. Spill it all over me,” I say hotly as I wrap a hand around his weeping cock and pump hard; encouraging him to let loose. I latch my mouth on a hard nipple and suck and bite until he’s bucking uncontrollably against me and spewing sexy nonsense. I thrust hard and fast, somehow knowing Draco would explode at any moment. Soon enough he was arching away from the wall and his hot sticky cum was spraying us both.

“Oh Shit!!! Yes!!! HARRY!!!”

The sight of Draco having his spectacular orgasm threw me completely over the edge as I roared into the night; the sounds bouncing off the walls. I thrust lazily as I come down from my post coital high, shooting my cum into his arse. I can’t hold myself up anymore, and we both slide to the floor.

As we catch our breath, I feel his lips at mine. I open my eyes to see beautiful blue-gray looking straight into mine.

“Wow,” he breathes out, and I can’t help but chuckle. Who would’ve thought Draco Malfoy would be so speechless after sex, especially after sex with me. I wrapped my arms around him a little tighter and softly respond with a, “yeah.”

Suddenly there was faint click and a squeak. We turned to look at the door and it stood slightly ajar. Soon we were trying to untangle our limbs and put our clothes back in place. Minutes later we were in the corridor breathing fresh air and unable to say anything to each other. After we got a few corridors away, he stopped me.

“Um, Potter,” he was back to calling me that, “about what happened-erm-”

“It was nothing, right?” I answer, knowing full well that he was going to make this out to be nothing, even though I knew better. So did he, but that didn’t mean anything. The door wouldn’t open if he didn’t.

“NO!--er--I…” Suddenly he was kissing me again. He slowly pulled away and added, “you called me Draco.”

“What?”

“I felt an utterly delicious shiver go up my spine at the way my name fell from your lips. I’ve never in my life felt like that when someone said my name. I knew then…I knew I…”

“You what?” I prodded, liking the direction this was going.

“That I’m in love with you,” he whispered softly. I couldn’t believe it. And after all that rot about not wanting to shag me! Oh well, since he was being honest…

“Draco, I have something to say.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too.”

End

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A/N: Well there you go. I kind of liked writing this one, so hope y’all like reading it. It took me forever, but I’m real busy, so, well, there you go. Please review. Review. Review. (no...I'm no review whore!) Oh and this one’s a one-shot, so don’t even ask for more. Oh and this also was inspired by another story I read. So if it sounds similar, then son't worry, I didn't steal it! I just found inspiration! Give me a break. ;)