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Adult ++
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2,807
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Shower
Chapter 1: Shower
He was going insane. It wasn't a mere question of sanity. He was going insane because of someone. Harry had always been Draco's enemy -- it was their birth-right that they be enemies. It started with on their first year, Draco had been rough from the start, and the gap had widened over five years. The sixth year was starting less full of angry glares and shouted insults than any of the previous years, and both of them thought they knew why the other had been less spiteful. The Dark Lord had returned.
Harry figured Draco somehow held him in awe for his accomplishments. Draco figured Harry had got off his back once he had sworn an oath to the Ministry and the rest of the wizarding world, during the summer's turmoil. Lucius Malfoy had been sentenced to Azkaban, and Narcissa Malfoy had gone missing: she'd really fled the contry, but left Draco to fend for himself, with a bad name.
Draco dropped his surname entirely. He used to boast it proudly, but he had seen his father darken, and, after the summer's events, he went to the Ministry and requested a name change. When asked what name he'd rather have, he replied he'd simply like to be named Draco. The Ministry consented, understanding his situation.
The real reason Draco had lost his appetite for taking a slash at Harry was simple: he had no reason to do it. Insulting Potter had been an easy way of ensuring his popularity. But since he'd given up his name, he'd also given up on popularity. Draco had also lost most of the financial endowments, and he was rarely even seen in the Slytherin common room nowadays.
The real reason Harry stopped insulting Draco is that he had become inexplicably unable to talk foul of Draco. It wasn't out of sympathy or pity, or shame for ruining his life (even if unintentionally), it was because of a strange feeling that Harry felt in his chest. Harry felt butterflies in his stomach at the mere metion of Draco's name, and it was driving him insane.
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Harry woke up with an aching hard-on on Saturday morning. 'Fuck! Why is this happening to me?' Last night's dreams had focused on Draco. 'What is this? I wake up like this because I dream of him? Why? What good is this?'
Harry knew his prick was there for sex, and he also knew what sex was; sex is something that is supposed to happen between a man and a woman, because they love each other or because they need to get off. Harry also knew that he could get off on his own -- he figured it out in third year. Harry knew that if his dick was stiff and aching, then he definately needed to take care of himself. He was not one to dodge his responsibilities, so he got up, wrapped himself in a towel, and headed for the showers, hoping to be alone at such an early hour. It was only 6 am.
It wasn't until after he had tried to turn the nozzle on to no avail that he noticed the note on the mirror, that had been left by a house-elf. The note read:
The showers are in maintenance at the moment. Please use the common showers if you must.
Harry swore under his breath, to not wake anyone. Thankfully, his cock's stiffness had waned, so he left the Gryffindor common room, and walked down the halls towards the common shower room, eliciting a few gasps of surprise from portraits for being practically naked.
The common shower room was not a very large room, and it consisted of a bench along the outside and a single shower in the midle, occupying most of the room. Of all the well-known rooms, it the one room that was never used by girls, and most guys didn't come near it. Most people revelled in their privacy, but Harry knew some men that went there often. They tended come back looking happy and relieved, and Harry could only guess why. One of the regulars was Ron, and Harry had never really asked him about it.
Once Harry had entered and placed his towel on a hook he became startlingly aware of Draco's presence. His stomach rolled ofver and Harry froze, unsure of what to do.
Draco was laying on the bench of the far wall. Draco's hair was long and untended like it had been for awhile. He was fully clothed, and saying Harry felt a little self-conscios being naked in front of his former rival was a gross understatement. Draco got up when he only heard nervous breathing sounds from the newcomer. He frowned lightly when he say Harry. "Potter." He said dryly.
Harry didn't move. "What brings you here?" Draco asked.
Harry managed a stuttering reply, "Th-the showers we=ere out of ssservice."
Draco looked a little bewildered, but then ahhed. "I don't suppose you've been here before have you?" Harry nodded. "There's a rule. You come in, you get serviced, you shower, you service someone, and you leave. Its a spell some powerful prankster set up who knows when. There's nothing either of us can do about it, so let's get this over with."
Harry looked confused, "what do you mean?"
Draco bit his lip, "it means I have to have sex with that pole," he pointed at Harry's stiff groin, ", so that I can leave. And then you'll have to do that with someone else, as well."
Harry trembled a litle. The thought of Draco touching him was enticing, but he wasn't ready for it at all. In fact, Harry had never been so much as groped by another person, especially another guy. Harry held the notion that same-sex was simply not supposed to be. Then he remembered that Ron came here every other day. This made Harry completely re-evaluate his view of Ron. But Ron was a good person, and if Ron did it, there was no trouble in him doing it, right?
Harry bit his lip, but finally nodded.
Draco gestured for Harry stand closer, and once he did Draco began fisting Harry's dick. Although Harry was a little thicker and longer than what Draco was used to, Harry was soon moaning above Draco. Draco fondled Harry's balls while stroking the flesh, bringing Harry close enough to the edge that second Draco place his lips around the head, Harry had ejaculated into his mouth. Draco swallowed every drop.
Then, as Harry sat down panting, Draco remarked, "Nice cock by the way." Harry blushed. "Oh, by the way, the only stipulation is that you swallow. If you don't, then whoever you just serviced gets a free pass, but you have to stay inside. They aren't allowed to make it harder for you, though. Kind of. You'll see."
With that, and a few seconds more of staring into each other's eyes, Draco got up and left, and Harry proceeded to shower as best he could, no longer having the need to relieve himself.
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Ron saw Draco moving away from the showers. He knew Draco had been there -- he'd left him there last night. However, he didn't know who was inside the shower room, but he was curious. A thought crossed his mind, and he correlated empty bed with note on mirror, and hoped he was wrong. He approached the door, swung it open and it was steamy inside, so he entered without thinking. Once he was inside, he confirmed his fears... it was Harry.
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Draco headed to the Library, still with Harry's taste fresh in his mouth. Who knew the Chosen Prat could be so perfect and delicious? 'Wait, I did not just think perfect...' But he did, and Malfoy's own rod was erect just thinking about Harry's.
Draco got a book on charms that he had to study from but didn't really care about, and sat/lay in a secluded corner of the library on a comfortable sofa. Draco's thoughts kept drifting, and he eventually gave in. He was fantasizing of Harry. Harry's perfect body was fresh in his mind, and he found himself rubbing his crotch through his school clothes.
'''Harry was working his way out of a green robe, in Draco's room, on Draco's bed, with Draco beneath him... he was only in a green thong which couldn't hold his thick and glistening meat... he rubbed it against Draco's obvious bulge as Draco let out a soft moan... Harry was tonguing Draco's mouth passionately, and his thong was off, and he was grinding his pacckage into Draco's, insistently. Draco went as if to slip a finger into Harry's pucker, but before he got there he was overwhelmed with pleasure, but managed to control his sounds throughout his ecstatic orgasm. Soon it was over, his clothes were drenched on the inside, and he was back in the library.'''
Draco picked up his wand, slipped it under his robe, and murmured a cleaning charm to save him from having to change clothes so soon. He didn't have that many.
Hermione Granger lept from behind a bookcase's corner and glared at him in a way that would've given other students a sudden stroke. Draco chuckled nervously and she strolled off, happy to have made her point but not wanting to be anywhere near the Slytherin ex-Prince.
Then Draco was alone with his thoughts... 'Why am I affected like this? I've had... a lot... This shouldn't be happening to me. It should happen to the other guy... That was such a good wank, even only by rubbing... Harry is so perfect, I want to -- NO! Stop! Not Harry! Not Little miss Potter. Get a grip, guy.'
His thoughts were quiet for awhile, and then he thought 'On him? Sure. It can be arranged.'
Draco slapped himself quiet and decided to go for brunch in the Great Hall. It had been a great start of a day, and he didn't want to ruin it with emotional thoughts to which he had no right.
'If only...'
He was going insane. It wasn't a mere question of sanity. He was going insane because of someone. Harry had always been Draco's enemy -- it was their birth-right that they be enemies. It started with on their first year, Draco had been rough from the start, and the gap had widened over five years. The sixth year was starting less full of angry glares and shouted insults than any of the previous years, and both of them thought they knew why the other had been less spiteful. The Dark Lord had returned.
Harry figured Draco somehow held him in awe for his accomplishments. Draco figured Harry had got off his back once he had sworn an oath to the Ministry and the rest of the wizarding world, during the summer's turmoil. Lucius Malfoy had been sentenced to Azkaban, and Narcissa Malfoy had gone missing: she'd really fled the contry, but left Draco to fend for himself, with a bad name.
Draco dropped his surname entirely. He used to boast it proudly, but he had seen his father darken, and, after the summer's events, he went to the Ministry and requested a name change. When asked what name he'd rather have, he replied he'd simply like to be named Draco. The Ministry consented, understanding his situation.
The real reason Draco had lost his appetite for taking a slash at Harry was simple: he had no reason to do it. Insulting Potter had been an easy way of ensuring his popularity. But since he'd given up his name, he'd also given up on popularity. Draco had also lost most of the financial endowments, and he was rarely even seen in the Slytherin common room nowadays.
The real reason Harry stopped insulting Draco is that he had become inexplicably unable to talk foul of Draco. It wasn't out of sympathy or pity, or shame for ruining his life (even if unintentionally), it was because of a strange feeling that Harry felt in his chest. Harry felt butterflies in his stomach at the mere metion of Draco's name, and it was driving him insane.
~~~~
Harry woke up with an aching hard-on on Saturday morning. 'Fuck! Why is this happening to me?' Last night's dreams had focused on Draco. 'What is this? I wake up like this because I dream of him? Why? What good is this?'
Harry knew his prick was there for sex, and he also knew what sex was; sex is something that is supposed to happen between a man and a woman, because they love each other or because they need to get off. Harry also knew that he could get off on his own -- he figured it out in third year. Harry knew that if his dick was stiff and aching, then he definately needed to take care of himself. He was not one to dodge his responsibilities, so he got up, wrapped himself in a towel, and headed for the showers, hoping to be alone at such an early hour. It was only 6 am.
It wasn't until after he had tried to turn the nozzle on to no avail that he noticed the note on the mirror, that had been left by a house-elf. The note read:
The showers are in maintenance at the moment. Please use the common showers if you must.
Harry swore under his breath, to not wake anyone. Thankfully, his cock's stiffness had waned, so he left the Gryffindor common room, and walked down the halls towards the common shower room, eliciting a few gasps of surprise from portraits for being practically naked.
The common shower room was not a very large room, and it consisted of a bench along the outside and a single shower in the midle, occupying most of the room. Of all the well-known rooms, it the one room that was never used by girls, and most guys didn't come near it. Most people revelled in their privacy, but Harry knew some men that went there often. They tended come back looking happy and relieved, and Harry could only guess why. One of the regulars was Ron, and Harry had never really asked him about it.
Once Harry had entered and placed his towel on a hook he became startlingly aware of Draco's presence. His stomach rolled ofver and Harry froze, unsure of what to do.
Draco was laying on the bench of the far wall. Draco's hair was long and untended like it had been for awhile. He was fully clothed, and saying Harry felt a little self-conscios being naked in front of his former rival was a gross understatement. Draco got up when he only heard nervous breathing sounds from the newcomer. He frowned lightly when he say Harry. "Potter." He said dryly.
Harry didn't move. "What brings you here?" Draco asked.
Harry managed a stuttering reply, "Th-the showers we=ere out of ssservice."
Draco looked a little bewildered, but then ahhed. "I don't suppose you've been here before have you?" Harry nodded. "There's a rule. You come in, you get serviced, you shower, you service someone, and you leave. Its a spell some powerful prankster set up who knows when. There's nothing either of us can do about it, so let's get this over with."
Harry looked confused, "what do you mean?"
Draco bit his lip, "it means I have to have sex with that pole," he pointed at Harry's stiff groin, ", so that I can leave. And then you'll have to do that with someone else, as well."
Harry trembled a litle. The thought of Draco touching him was enticing, but he wasn't ready for it at all. In fact, Harry had never been so much as groped by another person, especially another guy. Harry held the notion that same-sex was simply not supposed to be. Then he remembered that Ron came here every other day. This made Harry completely re-evaluate his view of Ron. But Ron was a good person, and if Ron did it, there was no trouble in him doing it, right?
Harry bit his lip, but finally nodded.
Draco gestured for Harry stand closer, and once he did Draco began fisting Harry's dick. Although Harry was a little thicker and longer than what Draco was used to, Harry was soon moaning above Draco. Draco fondled Harry's balls while stroking the flesh, bringing Harry close enough to the edge that second Draco place his lips around the head, Harry had ejaculated into his mouth. Draco swallowed every drop.
Then, as Harry sat down panting, Draco remarked, "Nice cock by the way." Harry blushed. "Oh, by the way, the only stipulation is that you swallow. If you don't, then whoever you just serviced gets a free pass, but you have to stay inside. They aren't allowed to make it harder for you, though. Kind of. You'll see."
With that, and a few seconds more of staring into each other's eyes, Draco got up and left, and Harry proceeded to shower as best he could, no longer having the need to relieve himself.
~~~~
Ron saw Draco moving away from the showers. He knew Draco had been there -- he'd left him there last night. However, he didn't know who was inside the shower room, but he was curious. A thought crossed his mind, and he correlated empty bed with note on mirror, and hoped he was wrong. He approached the door, swung it open and it was steamy inside, so he entered without thinking. Once he was inside, he confirmed his fears... it was Harry.
~~~~
Draco headed to the Library, still with Harry's taste fresh in his mouth. Who knew the Chosen Prat could be so perfect and delicious? 'Wait, I did not just think perfect...' But he did, and Malfoy's own rod was erect just thinking about Harry's.
Draco got a book on charms that he had to study from but didn't really care about, and sat/lay in a secluded corner of the library on a comfortable sofa. Draco's thoughts kept drifting, and he eventually gave in. He was fantasizing of Harry. Harry's perfect body was fresh in his mind, and he found himself rubbing his crotch through his school clothes.
'''Harry was working his way out of a green robe, in Draco's room, on Draco's bed, with Draco beneath him... he was only in a green thong which couldn't hold his thick and glistening meat... he rubbed it against Draco's obvious bulge as Draco let out a soft moan... Harry was tonguing Draco's mouth passionately, and his thong was off, and he was grinding his pacckage into Draco's, insistently. Draco went as if to slip a finger into Harry's pucker, but before he got there he was overwhelmed with pleasure, but managed to control his sounds throughout his ecstatic orgasm. Soon it was over, his clothes were drenched on the inside, and he was back in the library.'''
Draco picked up his wand, slipped it under his robe, and murmured a cleaning charm to save him from having to change clothes so soon. He didn't have that many.
Hermione Granger lept from behind a bookcase's corner and glared at him in a way that would've given other students a sudden stroke. Draco chuckled nervously and she strolled off, happy to have made her point but not wanting to be anywhere near the Slytherin ex-Prince.
Then Draco was alone with his thoughts... 'Why am I affected like this? I've had... a lot... This shouldn't be happening to me. It should happen to the other guy... That was such a good wank, even only by rubbing... Harry is so perfect, I want to -- NO! Stop! Not Harry! Not Little miss Potter. Get a grip, guy.'
His thoughts were quiet for awhile, and then he thought 'On him? Sure. It can be arranged.'
Draco slapped himself quiet and decided to go for brunch in the Great Hall. It had been a great start of a day, and he didn't want to ruin it with emotional thoughts to which he had no right.
'If only...'