A Little Less Conversation

*

“Potter!”

Harry winced and his face fell into a sneer. He glared at his bubbling cauldron that, just seconds ago, had spit a purple splash across the room, and landed on the table around which sat Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini.

The whole table was glaring at Harry now, who kept his head bowed, his jaw clenched as he heard Snape swooshing over, his cloak flapping behind him.

“Potter,” Snape said, his voice low and dangerous. “After seven years, your inability to produce even the simplest potion doesn’t surprise me.”

Harry clenched his jaw further but said nothing. Beside him, he could practically feel Hermione’s thoughts boring into his head, “don’t react.”

“Do you know the damage you could have incurred with that potion had it hit someone?” Snape hissed.

Harry swallowed hard and chanced a glance at the table where the three Slytherins were still glaring at him rather hatefully. He bit his lip as his eyes fell on Draco in the middle, who looked angry and annoyed.

Since the end of the war, Gryffindor-Slytherin relations had improved quite a bit, but that didn’t extend to the realm of screwed-up potions.

Harry tore his eyes from Draco’s table as Snape continued, strolling around behind Harry like an overgrown bat, his hands behind his back.

“As dismal as your abilities are, Potter,” Snape sneered, “unfortunately, your N.E.W.Ts are approaching and they are a reflection of me.”

Harry bit back the scathing response he would have liked to give. He felt Hermione’s hand on his arm, as if she knew what he was thinking.

“Since we both know this has to do with your inability to listen and learn, I am assigning you a tutor.”

“A what?!” Harry exclaimed, forgetting his silence. His head snapped around to stare at Snape, his mouth hanging open.

“Please, sir,” Hermione started, “I could tut—“

“I don’t believe I asked for your opinion, Ms. Granger,” Snape snapped. “Potter, you are getting a tutor of my choosing.”

Harry’s glare was so hot it could have melted his cauldron had he tried. He could feel the anger coursing through his veins. Oh, how he hated Snape. He wasn’t that bad at Potions. He’d just been thinking about something else and had accidentally added a boar’s heart.

He took a breath, trying to remain calm and not explode anything.

“Mr. Malfoy!” Snape called suddenly.

The blond, who’d stopped glaring at Harry and was now involved in a whispered conversation with Blaise, looked up sharply, his expression uneasy.

“Yes?” he drawled.

“You will be Potter’s tutor.”

“What?!” both boys exclaimed at the same time.

Draco gaped at Snape for a second before his expression darkened. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he exclaimed.

Snape turned to him, his expression hard. “If he fails, your grade will also suffer, Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco’s mouth fell open in horror as he stared at his once favorite teacher. Harry’s expression wasn’t much different, though for an entirely different reason.

A tutor he could handle, but Draco Malfoy… that was another story. This meant spending time outside of class with Draco, alone. It would be fine if Harry didn’t harbor certain feelings for the Slytherin. Ever since Harry had figured out that the feelings he was having toward other boys were more than friendly, he had found himself lusting after the one person he would never have.

Draco Malfoy was just about everything Harry wanted, minus the egotistical attitude. He had a great body, was smart, and didn’t care that Harry was famous. But Harry knew it was impossible and a stupid notion. Even if Draco was gay, and Harry was pretty sure he was from the rumors, he was still Draco Malfoy, the evil git who had tortured Harry for most of his school days.

Harry glared at Snape, mostly with hatred for his suggestion and for the inevitable awkwardness there would be once he was alone with Draco. It was hard enough as it was not to stare at the gorgeous Slytherin, but put them alone together and Harry didn’t want to know what might happen.

Beside him, Hermione sucked in a breath. She knew of Harry’s crush and knew this couldn’t be good.

Snape sent both Harry and Draco a hard look before sweeping back to his desk. Harry merely stared after him, unable to believe what had just happened.

The rest of the lesson passed by quickly, though Harry took no notice. He was concentrating on finding a way out of this. Surely Dumbledore might be able to overturn the decision, let Hermione tutor him instead.

Before he knew it, Hermione was shunting him up and he realized the class had ended. He grabbed his bag and threw his things into it quickly. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

He followed Hermione after the crowd. They left the dark dungeon and began climbing the stairs to the upper floors.

Harry trudged along, his expression dark.

Hermione glanced at him and frowned. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad, Harry,” she said consolingly. “Maybe you won’t have to study together that much. I mean, he probably doesn’t want to do it, so I bet he’ll take any chance to spend as little as time possible. Just try not to think about you know wha—“

“Potter.”

Harry and Hermione stopped short, Hermione closing her mouth quickly, lest Malfoy hear something he oughtnt.

Draco was leaning against the wall close to the door that led to the Entrance Hall. His arms were crossed and he didn’t look pleased. He pushed off the wall and swaggered up to Harry, looking down at him from where he stood a step above.

“Thanks to you, Potter, I’m forced to give up my evenings to tutor you in a subject you will never understand,” Draco started. “I hope you’re happy.”

“Ecstatic,” Harry sneered.

“Let’s get this over with now,” Draco hissed, his eyes narrowing. “I am not about to sacrifice my social life for your pathetic grade. Unfortunately, my grade is also involved here and I will not fail because of you.”

Harry scoffed but said nothing. Secretly, he was wondering just what Draco did in his free time, and just what these social activities involved.

“We are going to do this once, Potter. You are going to pay attention and learn. And if you don’t get it, I’m sure Granger can explain it all. Meet me tomorrow in the library, after dinner. Don’t be late.” And with that, Draco turned on his heel and stalked up the stairs.

Harry was left staring after him, his expression unreadable. Hermione paused and looked at Harry.

“What are you thinking?”

“He’s really hot when he’s angry.”

“Oh, Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, rolling her eyes and giving him a push. “You’re never going to learn anything if you can’t concentrate.”

Harry shrugged and started walking. “It’s not my fault he looks so good. If he was tutoring me anatomy, I would definitely pay attention.”

Hermione sighed in frustration and shook her head. She didn’t quite see the attraction Malfoy had, but it certainly had Harry twisted into a knot. He was never going to learn at this rate and both of them would be in for it.

She said nothing more, though, as they reached the door and exited into the bright Entrance Hall.

Harry turned to her. “Don’t worry. I’ll pass Potions. I just have to sit in front of him for the rest of the year.”

Hermione groaned and put a hand over her face. She shook her head. “You are hopeless.”

Harry just smiled. “Pretty much.” He put his arm over her shoulder. “Now let’s go have dinner and tell Ron the wonderful news.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed but smiled all the same. Together, they followed the crowd filtering into the Great Hall for dinner.

**

The next day after dinner, Harry rose, his bag on his shoulder. He looked back at Ron and Hermione. “I’m off to my study date,” he said.

Ron just smirked. He found all of this amusing. He knew all about Harry’s crush and found it funny that Harry would have to spend hours studying with someone he wanted and yet didn’t. Hermione, on the other hand, was worried about what Harry might do when left alone with Malfoy for a prolonged period of time.

“Be careful,” Hermione warned him.

“Have fun, mate,” Ron said, grinning.

Harry looked between the two and rolled his eyes. He didn’t know which one he should side with. A part of him was worried about what might happen, and the other part found this all highly amusing. He was sure Draco wouldn’t find it amusing, though.

Instead, he said nothing and left the table. Ron and Hermione exchanged and glance, their eyebrows raised, and continued with their desserts.

Harry walked out of the Hall and up the stairs to the fourth floor and the library. He looked around the entrance but didn’t see Draco. He shrugged and went inside, shying away from the eagle-eyed glare of Madam Pince. He skirted around her to the back of the library where there were several empty tables, each lit with a few floating candles.

Harry set down his bag and took out his Potions book. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill as well, setting them on the table. When he was done, he sat there for a moment, looking around him. He wondered where Draco was.

He didn’t have to wait long as a minute later, he jerked back in shock as someone slammed down a book next to him. He looked up to see Draco standing there, still looking displeased.

“Shit, Malfoy,” Harry cursed, feeling his heart beating quickly.

Draco ignored him and slid into the seat next to Harry, taking the liberty to scoot it away from him. He set another book on the table more gently and took out a quill.

Harry said nothing, waiting for Draco to say something. While Draco was looking away from him, Harry took the opportunity to look at him more closely than he usually could. His gaze traveled down Draco’s face, over his slightly pointed nose and to his plump lips. His eyes took in Draco’s porcelain skin, noting the small dark mark on his neck shaped like a wisp of flame.

Draco turned his head and Harry quickly looked away. Draco watched him suspiciously for a minute before looking to his book and flipping it open.

Harry bit his lip. It was already starting. He had known this was a bad idea. Hermione had been right. How was he supposed to concentrate when he was staring at Draco the whole time?

“Okay, Potter,” Draco said, and Harry snapped back to reality. “We’re going to start with the potion you so helpfully screwed up last class.”

Harry nodded, telling himself to concentrate on Draco’s less-appealing qualities. That would make it easier. “Okay.”

“Good,” Draco said, if not a little suspiciously. He didn’t understand why Harry was being so cooperative. He shoved his book at Harry. “To start, find what you did wrong.”

Harry glanced at Draco, whose face gave away nothing, and then at the book. It was opened to the potion they’d been making the day before. He pulled the book towards him and began reading the directions.

Draco pushed himself out of his chair and strolled away from Harry, browsing the shelves. Harry tore his eyes from Draco’s hips and forced them onto the book in front of him, attempting to find the place where he’d began daydreaming.

He’d been watching Draco, as per usual, wondering what he wore under his robes. Did he wear the semi-Muggle uniform of slacks and a white button-down shirt? Or did he go completely wizard with nothing on? Harry supposed that Draco didn’t wear anything under his robes. After all, he was a pureblood and they prided themselves on having nothing to do with Muggles, right?

Harry’s mind was beginning to drift again as his quill hovered over his parchment. It went back to the question he hadn’t answered the day before. He was gazing at Draco’s back as Draco browsed the line of books.

Harry’s eyes slid down Draco’s body to his slim hips and ass that was unfortunately hidden by the black robes he wore. Harry wondered just how nice his body was. He’d heard from a few people that Draco had a very nice body when he wasn’t wearing robes. This, of course, begged the question of what Draco wore under his robes, just what Harry had been thinking when he’d accidentally added the wrong ingredient.

“Potter.” Harry heard his name, but was too involved in his wonder of Draco’s attire to pay attention.

“Potter!”

Harry jerked out of his daydream and looked around, realizing he was still in the library, his quill hovering over the parchment. He had only written a few sentences before he’d gotten lost in his thoughts again.

“Let’s see what you’ve done, Potter,” Draco said, leaning in front of Harry to read the paper.

Harry’s eyes widened as Draco leaned in front of him. He was so close that Harry could smell Draco’s scent. He took a breath, closing his eyes momentarily. Draco smelled good, like peppermint and vanilla. Spicy yet sweet.

Draco pulled away quickly, giving Harry a weird look. “Did you just smell me, Potter?”

“No,” Harry replied swiftly, silently cursing himself. He needed to stop. “Not everyone is obsessed with you, you know, Malfoy.”

Draco just sneered at him and dropped into his chair, scooting it closer to Harry. “Whatever,” he replied, annoyed. “I think I know what you did wrong, besides having no ability to concentrate.”

Harry just nodded, not trusting himself to say anything.

Draco gave him an odd look before shaking his head and leaning over, pointing at Harry’s writing with his quill. “Here, you added in a boar’s heart, which is a reactant with the dragon’s blood. The two of them together is like the equivalent of…”

Draco kept talking but Harry wasn’t listening. He wasn’t looking at the parchment, which Draco was writing on, but instead at Draco’s face, that was inches from his. He could smell Draco’s hair, a fruity shampoo. He could see it moving with his breath.

He could see Draco’s lips moving, forming words that didn’t quite reach Harry’s ears. He saw his hand moving over the paper, caressing the quill, his fingers pointing to things on the parchment.

“… And that’s why your potion got so screwed up. If you’d just been paying attention, none of this would have happened and you and I wouldn’t be he—“

Harry didn’t let Draco finish his sentence as he swooped forward, planting a kiss on Draco’s lips. It was a quick kiss, only lasting a few seconds before Harry pulled away.

He hadn’t been able to stop himself. Draco had just looked so good, and for once he was talking to Harry without condescension. Harry liked that tone of voice. It was so much nicer and sexier.

When Harry pulled back, Draco stared at him. It took him a moment to react but when he did, it was angry.

“What the fuck was that?!” Draco exclaimed, moving away from Harry quickly.

Harry shrugged. “I wanted to.”

Draco stared at Harry. “You wanted to?” he repeated, sounding disgusted. “Can’t come up with a better reason than that for shoving your tongue in my mouth?”

“My tongue was not in your mouth,” Harry replied calmly.

“Close enough!” Draco exclaimed.

Harry scooted his chair forward while Draco was distracted, looking like he was reliving the moment to himself and trying to wipe it from his memory.

“No,” Harry said, coming within a few inches of Draco. “It wasn’t close enough.”

Before Draco could react, Harry was kissing him again, practically climbing into his lap. His hands were around Draco’s neck as he kissed him. He ran his tongue around Draco’s lips, asking for entrance. When it wasn’t granted, he bit down on Draco’s lower lip, causing him to gasp and open his mouth.

Harry took the advantage presented and thrust his tongue inside Draco’s hot mouth. He could feel Draco struggling beneath him, his arm striking out and knocking a book off the table.

Harry wasn’t deterred and was especially pleased when he felt Draco responding to the kiss. Draco’s hand came to Harry’s back and he pushed his tongue against Harry’s. Harry could feel himself growing hard already at Draco’s actions.

He heard a noise somewhere close by, though, and hastily pulled away, returning to his own chair. Draco looked winded and was breathing hard. His lips were reddened and his hair was mussed.

Madam Pince stuck her head around a shelf and glared at them, her eyes going to the book on the floor. Harry saw this and quickly scooped it up.

“What were you two doing?” Madam Pince demanded. “I heard that book drop like it was an uncared for shoe.” She eyed them both suspiciously.

“I dropped it accidentally,” Harry lied quickly. He chanced a glance at Draco, who hadn’t said anything. He looked like he was still in a state of semi-shock.

Pince kept her glare on them for another moment before turning and leaving, muttering to herself about students who didn’t care about books.

Once she was safely out of earshot, Harry turned to Draco, who was still sitting motionless on his chair.

“Malfoy?” Harry said carefully. He moved closer slowly, not wanting to scare him. “Malfoy, are you okay?”

He knew he shouldn’t have come onto him like that. It was all wrong. He wasn’t supposed to have done anything, but he’d been so close and Draco had looked so good. Harry just hadn’t been able to control his hormones.

Despite the situation, Harry couldn’t help thinking how hot Draco looked with his hair mussed and his lips swollen. He was still motionless, his legs crossed tightly.

Harry’s eyebrows came together as he inched forward. He reached out slowly to rest his hand on Draco’s thigh, but was stopped almost immediately.

“Potter, stop. Don’t touch me,” Draco said, his voice a little strained.

Harry tilted his head to the side in an unspoken question and glanced down. His mouth curled into a smirk as he realized why Draco didn’t want him to touch him. He was hard and it was getting difficult to hide.

Harry didn’t listen to Draco’s warning and instead placed his hand on Draco’s thigh, sliding it up slowly. He watched Draco’s face carefully, noticing the tension in it as his hand slid further.

“P-Potter,” Draco said, his voice wavering. “Stop.”

Harry shifted forward until he was practically in Draco’s lap again. He brought his mouth to Draco’s ear. “We can take care of that if you’d like,” he whispered. His hand moved into Draco’s crotch, pressing down lightly on Draco’s hard cock.

He heard Draco’s sharp intake of breath and knew he was pretty safe. He was still worried that he’d done the wrong thing, acted too irrationally, but if he could get Draco alone, maybe it could turn out well.

Draco groaned softly as Harry bit down on his earlobe. “Fuck yes, take care of it, Potter,” he said.

Harry pressed his palm harder into Draco’s growing member before moving back, climbing off his lap and standing up. Draco stared up at him, but Harry extended a hand and Draco took it.

“I know a little room,” Harry whispered in Draco’s ear. He grabbed his bag and shoved his book into it. He shoved Draco’s bag at him, and he placed it in front of his growing problem. Looking around carefully, Harry led Draco out of the library and they took a few secret passageways up to the seventh floor.

He led Draco quickly behind him to the blank wall across from which was the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy. He began walking on front of the wall while Draco watched, his expression skeptical.

After Harry’s third turn, a door popped into existence. Harry grabbed Draco’s hand, ignoring his surprised expression. He pulled him inside and shut the door, knowing it would meld into the wall the moment he let go of the handle.

Harry looked at the room that was elegantly decorated with a four-poster bed covered in blue silks. A fireplace stood at one end of the room with a couch in front of it. Harry ignored the couch, pulling Draco over to the bed and pushing him down on it.

This was how Harry had always pictured this. He had Draco all to himself and not hexing his balls off. Draco was staring up at Harry, his expression hungry.

Harry smirked and took his time stripping off his shirt, revealing his toned stomach. He tossed the shirt aside and moved forward, crawling onto the bed. He reached for the buttons on Draco’s robe and quickly undid them, pushing aside the folds of fabric. He was surprised to find Draco wearing the uniform pants and shirt. He helped Draco remove the robes and they fell to the floor in a crumpled pile.

“So you do go Muggle,” Harry murmured, his lips brushing against Draco’s throat.

“What?” Draco asked, shifting his hips uncomfortably. Harry’s hot breath on his neck was not helping his hard cock.

“Nothing,” Harry replied, his hands reaching for the hem of Draco’s shirt, tugging it over his head and throwing it away.

His hand slid up Draco’s smooth skin, up his side, ghosting over the outline of his muscles. He felt Draco shift again, squirming under Harry’s touch. Harry leaned in, his lips brushing against Draco’s throat again. His tongue left a little lick, marking it with his teeth before sliding down Draco’s body.

Draco arched his back as Harry’s mouth slid down his stomach, tongue tracing the slightly defined muscles of his torso. He felt Harry’s teeth scrape against his pelvic bone before his tongue slid, wet and hot, against the spot.

“God, Potter,” Draco groaned. He felt Harry’s hands on his hips and pushed them upwards.

Harry forced them down, knowing Draco was eager for release. He didn’t want it to end so soon. His hands moved to the button on Draco’s jeans, undoing it and pulling down the zipper quickly.

He tugged the slacks down a few inches, just barely revealing the base of Draco’s cock. Harry wanted to see more, but wasn’t ready to give up his control. He pressed a kiss to Draco’s hip, sliding his tongue over the soft skin. He nipped at Draco’s pelvic bone, leaving a small red mark there.

He licked just above the edge of the pants, leaving Draco panting for more.

Above him, Draco was already breathing hard, biting down on his lip to stop from begging for it. He wanted it, yes, but begging was further than any Malfoy would go. He did have some sense of dignity.

His hips moved in a silent plea for Harry to end his suffering. He could feel the blood pounding in his cock, begging for release. He didn’t know how Potter did this to him, but at the moment, he couldn’t care less. A fuck was a fuck and if Potter turned out to be any good, it was good enough for him.

Harry glanced up at Draco, his eyes mischievous and a smirk playing around his mouth. He hooked his fingers under the waist of Draco’s slacks and tugged them all the way off, freeing Draco’s throbbing erection. Harry chuckled to himself that Draco hadn’t bothered to wear any boxers.

He threw the slacks to the floor and blatantly ignored Draco’s cock for the moment. Instead, he slithered gracefully up Draco’s body, pressing kisses here and there. He paused to lick a path from Draco’s navel to his nipple, enjoying the way Draco writhed underneath him.

He took the nipple between his teeth for a second before letting go and continuing on his way up. When he reached Draco’s head, he paused, gazing down at Draco.

Draco stared up at him, concentrating on anything but the throbbing hardness between his legs. He knew that Harry was teasing him, now. He glared at Harry.

“Fuck, Potter,” he growled, “you always such a cocktease?”

Harry raised an eyebrow and leaned down, his mouth barely brushing Draco’s ear. “Me? You’re the one always teasing. The way you fucking walk is a tease in itself. You enjoy making people stare at your ass and knowing they can’t have you.”

Harry’s tone of voice sent a shiver through Draco’s body. Harry just smirked. “And you think I’m a tease,” he whispered, his hand sliding up Draco’s chest to his nipple, tweaking it lightly. Draco’s body arched upward with the touch.

“Well, if you aren’t a tease,” Draco bit out, struggling to keep his voice steady, “then fucking get on with it.”

“So eager,” Harry breathed, running his tongue down Draco’s jaw line. “I like it.”

Before Draco had a chance to respond, Harry was kissing him again, thrusting his tongue into Draco’s mouth. He bit down hard on Draco’s lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp from the blond.

He could feel Draco’s hand squeezing his hip hard. He felt Draco pull him down, crashing their erections together, thrusting into each other. Harry knew Draco was only doing this for release, so he reached down, forcing Draco’s hips down.

Draco gave a frustrated groan around Harry’s mouth as they continued to kiss. Harry ignored him, catching his lips between his teeth and sucking.

“God,” was Draco’s mumble as Harry released the lip, pushing his tongue back in Draco’s mouth, licking and biting at his mouth.

Harry pulled away slowly, reaching for the zipper on his jeans and pulling it down. He tugged off his jeans and threw them to the floor.

Draco watched him closely, his eyes traveling hungrily over Harry’s body. His breathing was harsh and all he wanted was release, but he did take a moment to appreciate Harry’s long, hard body looming over his.

He reached up, pulling Harry’s hips down and grinding their erections together in an explosion of heat.

“Fuck!” Harry gasped as their cocks slid together, sending a jolt through his body. He kissed Draco hard before pulling away and licking a path down Draco’s body, his tongue swirling over his hard muscles.

Draco’s body moved under Harry’s tongue, arching upward only to be forced down by Harry’s hands on his hips. He wanted to touch himself, but wasn’t sure Harry would allow it. He took the chance and reached down, his hand slipping down his torso to grasp his pulsing cock.

He groaned softly as his hand slid over his own cock, rubbing and twisting the sensitive flesh. He was disappointed moments later when Harry grabbed his hand, stilling his movements and taking it away.

His hips pushed upward as he felt Harry’s hot mouth against them. His eyes had drifted shut and he bit his lip to stop from crying out. He just needed release and Harry wasn’t granting it. His hand curled around air as Harry pushed it away from his body, pinning it to the bed.

Harry knew he was torturing Draco, but he couldn’t help it. He’d waited so long for this. He wasn’t going to let it pass in a matter of minutes. He wanted to make it last.

He slid his mouth down Draco’s body until he came to the base of his erect cock. He took a moment to lick around the entire member before sliding his tongue up the underside slowly, teasingly, until he reached the tip, flicking his tongue over it and hearing the sharp gasp from Draco above.

One hand still held Draco’s hand to the bed, but the other slid down to grasp the base of Draco’s cock, giving it a soft pull. Harry’s mouth slid over the member, finally taking it in his mouth.

Draco’s body jerked as the feeling of Harry’s hot mouth engulfed his cock, so wet and warm. He could feel every lick, every suck of Harry’s mouth. Harry’s hand rubbing his cock sent waves of heat through his body. His hips moved up and down, thrusting harder into Harry’s mouth.

“Ga—“ Draco gasped, unable to form a complete sentence. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Harry heard the curses and only increased his speed. His hand pumped Draco’s throbbing cock while his mouth worked effortlessly sucking and licking, bringing Draco closer to climax.

His hand slid away from Draco’s cock while he continued to bob over it with his mouth, and ran down the inside of Draco’s thighs, leaving a moist trail down them. He paused a second before sliding a finger up Draco’s ass and into his body.

He felt Draco’s body push against his finger eagerly. Harry took out the finger slowly before plunging it back in.

His mouth continued to work, running his tongue over Draco’s hard cock, pressing a kiss to the underside before taking it back in his mouth as far as he could go.

Draco gave a choked cry as Harry thrust his finger back in and his tongue slid over the tip of his prick.

Draco had been with many people before, both boys and girls alike, but no one had ever done this much for him. He felt like he was about to explode, and they’d barely started.

Harry pushed in his finger one last time, feeling Draco’s hips move again. Then he slowly slid it out and trailed it up Draco’s thigh, rubbing up the inside of it until he reached Draco’s cock once more. He pulled away his mouth and gave it a few more pumps, knowing Draco was awfully close to completion.

Instead of fulfilling him, though, Harry took away his hand and slid it up Draco’s torso and over his chest.

Draco’s chest was heaving and he struggled to lift his head, looking at Harry.

“What the fuck, Potter?” he panted. His mouth hung open as he panted for breath.

Harry finally released Draco’s other hand that he’d long been holding down. He leaned down to Draco’s ear. “Don’t want this ending too soon,” he whispered. “We’re nowhere near done.”

Draco shivered at his words and looked up at Harry through lust-filled eyes. Harry moved back and kissed him swiftly.

He reached over and rolled Draco onto his stomach. He moved over his back, pressing his lean body against Draco’s. “Think you can stay like this? Or do we need something to help?”

Draco groaned at Harry’s words.

“What was that?” Harry asked, flicking his tongue over Draco’s shoulder blade.

“God, yes, do it,” Draco gasped. He was up for anything at this point. Potter was turning out to be a much better fuck than he’d originally thought.

Harry looked around for his wand but instead found what he was looking for on the bedside table. Silently thanking the room, Harry scooped up the silk ties and slid them around Draco’s wrists, binding him to the headboard.

His fingers moved back, flitting over Draco’s arms and shoulders, down his sides. He leaned in, biting down on Draco’s shoulder blade. He heard Draco’s hiss, but quickly soothed the spot with his tongue. He pressed kisses down Draco’s back, running his tongue down his spine to his lower back.

His hands ran over the perfect globes of Draco’s ass, parting them slightly. He could hear Draco’s moans as his fingers stroked his ass lightly. Harry pulled Draco’s hips up for an easier position.

He moved forward, running his tongue over Draco’s lower back and down further, sliding down to Draco’s ass and thrusting it deep inside Draco’s body.

He could feel Draco’s body pushing back against his tongue; he could hear the muffled groans and half-pleas from Draco.

Harry’s tongue thrust into Draco’s body, slithering inside the hole and licking hard. He was excruciatingly hard by now as well and knowing he was so close wasn’t helping.

His fingers pressed into Draco’s hips, leaving red marks. He pulled him closer as his tongue thrust deeper into his body.

Draco’s body arched backwards against Harry’s teasing tongue. He could feel the pressure in his cock so hard he thought he might die without some sort of release. He gasped as the tongue pressed further. His breaths were coming in stilted gasps and he felt incredibly hot.

He wanted to reach down and touch his cock but the ties binding his hands prevented that. He grasped the ties tightly as his back arched. “Shit!” he cursed, gasping for breath. He felt Harry’s fingers creeping towards his balls but not touching them. He squeezed his eyes closed, concentrating on only the feeling of Harry’s tongue in his body.

Harry slid his fingers under Draco’s body, dangerously close to his cock. He knew Draco wanted to be touched, to find release, but he wasn’t having it. He needed release too, but not yet. He moved his fingers back, sliding back up Draco’s ass, parting it and pressing his tongue hungrily into Draco’s body.

Draco’s forehead was pressed into his arms as he kept his body up, nearly dying from the pleasure he was experiencing. He let out a whimper as he felt Harry’s tongue plunging back into him. His cock was throbbing harder than ever, pounding with blood and dying for release.

“God, Potter,” he groaned, “fuck! Will you just—“ He cut himself off with a strangled cry.

Harry removed the finger slowly, listening to Draco’s stuttered breathing. He pressed it back in, this time with a second finger. He paused with his fingers in Draco’s body for a second; waiting for Draco’s to get his body back under control.

When he thought Draco was more prepared, he removed the fingers and reached for a tube of lube that had appeared on the bedside table. He squeezed out a bit and spread it over his fingers and cock, moaning as he touched himself. He was harder than he thought and his own touch made him realize that.

He now slid his fingers back into Draco’s body, past the tight ring of muscles and as deep as they could go. He felt Draco’s body clench on his fingers.

Harry ran his free hand over Draco’s back, stroking it reassuringly. He took out his fingers and finally positioned his cock at Draco’s entrance, pressing in slowly. He felt Draco’s muscles contracting around his cock and it sent a shiver through his body. He pressed in slowly until he was fully sheathed in Draco’s tight, hot body.

He paused a second, attempting to catch his breath. He could feel Draco’s body heaving under him, trying to breathe properly. Harry waited one more second before swallowing hard and pulling back slightly. He slid back in, feeling Draco’s body shudder under his.

Draco had his eyes closed and was panting hard. He could feel Harry’s cock filling his body, pushing back in with a jolt that sent a shock through Draco’s body. His breath caught in his throat and gasped. His body pushed back against Harry, willing him to go faster.

Harry caught the hint and pulled out again, this time thrusting in faster, filling Draco’s body with his erect cock. He couldn’t wait much longer and began to thrust harder and faster, building up speed. He could feel his cock being squeezed by Draco’s hot muscles and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

His hand ran down to grasp Draco’s cock finally, rubbing and twisting it in time with his thrusts that were quickly becoming more erratic. He leaned forward into the back of Draco’s neck, his hot breath puffing there.

Draco could feel Harry’s breath and moaned loudly, pushing his body back with each thrust of Harry. He was in ecstasy as Harry’s thumb grazed the tip of his leaking erection. He felt Harry’s hand sliding over his cock, still slippery with lubricant.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his breath coming in gasps. “Fuck, Potter—you—shit—oh god!”

Harry continued to thrust recklessly, pulling on Draco’s cock in time, twisting and rubbing, pumping his fist over his erection.

He pressed a hot kiss to the back of Draco’s neck as he felt Draco coming, shooting over Harry’s hand and the silk bedspread. He felt the muscles contract around his cock, hot and tight, sending a wave of heat over his entire body.

Draco was shaking as he came hard, harder than he could ever remember. He was pulling hard at his bindings, holding so tightly his knuckles turned white against the red of the silk ties. His body arched as he rode out his climax, white blinding his vision as he reached the pinnacle.

His breathing was ragged as he came down from his climax. He was resting his head against his arm, trying to take deep breaths.

Harry was almost there, still thrusting into Draco’s body hard. After Draco had finished, Harry felt an explosion somewhere deep inside his body and he was coming. He closed his eyes as the feeling took over his body, a rushing feeling filling him. He groaned loudly as he climaxed, his body thrust forward.

He leaned forward as he came down from his high, kissing Draco’s shoulder blade. It was better than he’d ever imagined. Slowly, he pulled out from Draco’s body and Draco’s body slid back to the bed.

Harry crawled to Draco’s side and flopped down, his chest moving quickly as he regained his breath. Beside him, Draco was still breathing hard and he turned his head to Harry.

“You can take these off now, Potter,” he said, indicating the ties.

Harry rolled onto his side and with weak fingers, untied the knot. Draco sighed as his hands were released. He pushed himself onto his back, taking a deep breath and letting it out quickly.

They were silent for a moment, each staring at the ceiling. After a minute or two, Draco spoke.

“I don’t think that’s what Snape meant when he said tutor.”

“Ah, but you learned something, didn’t you?” Harry said, rolling onto his side again and looking at Draco.

Draco gave him a skeptical look. “How to seduce your study partner, yes.”

Harry paused. “Want to know why I messed up the potion in the first place?”

Draco looked at him suspiciously. “Why?”

“I was wondering what you wore under your robes.”

Draco let out a single laugh. “Nice, Potter, real nice.”

“Hey, I found out, though, didn’t I?”

Draco just shook his head. “Granger was right. You’re never going to learn unless you concentrate.”

Harry was taken aback. “How do you know what Hermione said?”

“You really should learn to keep your voice down.”

Harry’s mouth fell open and then he laughed. “I can’t believe you.”

“Most people do,” Draco replied.

Harry paused. “Even Snape?”

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“Potter!”

Harry looked up from his potion to see Snape looming over him. “Yes, sir?” he asked, forcing his voice to be polite.

“Did you learn how to make that potion correctly?” Snape snapped. Obviously, he was in a foul mood that day.

“Actually, I think I’m going to need a few more tutoring sessions,” Harry said, glancing at Draco, who hid his smirk.

“It’s true, Professor,” Draco replied in a disgusted tone. “Potter is hopeless.”

Snape merely sneered at the two of them and stalked away. Beside Harry, Hermione just rolled her eyes and shook her head. Harry ignored her and grinned at Draco, who smiled back for a second before turning to his potion.

Harry smiled happily and picked up the nearest object, dropping into the potion. Moment later…

“Potter!”


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AN: Written for NinjaoftheDarkness on ff.net for being reviewer 601 on A Business Affair! He/she requested a dom!Harry and entrusted me with my own prompt... muahaha. I hope you all enjoyed! Please review!