When I Think About You I Touch Myself

Author’s Note: Yeah, so I sat down to write another chapter for Stand Up For Judas and this is what happened XD I didn’t feel like writing Emo!Harry [Yes folks, there’s more of that to come] so thought I’d skip straight to the good bit XDD although funnily enough when I got to the climax [for want of a better word] I felt like writing the mushy stuff again -.- That’s always the way.
This was almost completely inspired by one of Starrose’s brilliant H/D videos, so credit goes to her for inspiring me, and a bit to the Divinyls for their fantastic song [that has been stuck in my head for the past two days]. The rest just came out of my [twisted] mind ^^;; Yeah, I completely fail at sticking to real life commitments.
Oh, and depending on time/other fics/amount of reviews [XP] I may write more chapters for this one =]

When I Think About You I Touch Myself

     ‘You ready to loose miserably, Potter?’ Draco sneered at him as he sauntered through the Entrance Hall, pushing past Harry and causing him to drop his bag. ‘I'd have thought you'd have dropped the weasel after your utter failure last time.’
     It was the day of the house cup finals, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and Harry had had to put up with taunts from Malfoy and his gang for the past week. He clenched his fists, preparing to retaliate, but felt Hermione’s hand on his arm.
     ‘Don’t, Harry,’ She warned ‘Remember what happened last time? he just wants to get you banned from playing again.’
     Reluctantly, Harry held his tongue. He’d missed the last game after punching Malfoy and getting a months worth of detentions from Snape. Hermione was right, the stupid little ferret wasn’t worth it.
     He bent down to pick up his back, forcing himself to ignore the Slytherin jeers and keep walking with Ron and Hermione, but by the time they got to the Gryffindor table, Ron was a bag of nerves. He sunk shakily on to the bench and as the other two piled beacon and eggs onto their plates, he just stared blankly in front of him, a sickly expression on his face.
     Harry and Hermione glanced at each other. It’d taken them nearly the whole of the previous evening to calm him down, they’d even had to go to Madam Pomfrey for a Draught of Peace, but it seemed to have worn off. Ron’s complexion had taken on a waxen quality and he was steadily turning a shade of pale green.
     ‘Bloody Malfoy,’ Harry thought angrily to himself, hating the Slytherin for the effect he had on his best friend. Ron was a good player, if only he’d believe in himself, which he certainly wouldn't now. Harry felt like putting his face in his hands but he didn‘t think that‘d really restore his friends faith in himself. Instead he smiled bravely at Ron.
     ‘Ignore that lot,’ He said encouragingly, ‘They’re just jealous because you can actually save goals.’ Ron whimpered incoherently, his eyes still fixed on the wall opposite. Harry looked at Hermione desperately, who turned to Ron, a forced expression on her face.
     ‘Ron’ She said sweetly, in a most un-Hermione-like voice ‘You’re brilliant, and you’re going to do really well. I know you are’ And with that, she leaned forwards and kissed him on the cheek.
     ‘Oh god,’ Ron moaned, staggering up from the bench ‘I’m going to be sick!’ and he ran full pelt from the Great Hall.
     ‘Charming!’ Hermione snapped, looking completely affronted.
     ‘Hey, don’t take it out on me,’ Harry complained, stabbing at his breakfast so forcefully that his fork skidded off the plate, propelling the bacon he’d been aiming for across the table.
     ‘Are you alright, Harry?’ Hermione asked, giving him a puzzled look.
     ‘Yeah, fine,’ He sighed, finally submitting to putting his face in his hands, ‘Malfoy just gets to me y’know? I don’t know what it is, I mean, he’s a complete stuck up ponse, but there’s just something about him.’ He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation, slumping backwards in his chair.
     ‘Don’t let it bother you, Harry’ Hermione put her hand on his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.
     ‘Thanks’ He said, smiling weakly back at her ‘I guess I ought to go and see if Ron is okay’ He added, pushing himself up.
     ‘Yeah, probably a good idea’ Hermione smiled back as he turned to head away from the table ‘Oh, er, Harry?’
     ‘Yeah?’
     ‘About the kiss thing,’ Hermione’s cheeks had started to colour.
     ‘Yeah?’ Harry said, suppressing a grin
     ‘Well, um, it was only to try and make him feel better.’ She said, looking at the floor.
     ‘Of course, Hermione.’ Harry replied, his grin starting to appear on his face
     ‘It was!’ she protested, but Harry had already started walking away from the table. He headed out in to the Entrance Hall still grinning. Ron and Hermione were bound to get together some time soon, it was just a matter of when. In the meantime, Harry fully intended to laugh at them when they got embarrassed about it.
     Harry paused when he got to the middle of the Entrance Hall. The nearest toilets were in the dungeons, so Ron would have probably gone there. Harry groaned inwardly, that was Slytherin territory, and he’d just about had his fill of insults for the day. Stealing himself, he turned towards the dungeons and set off to find Ron.
     Miraculously, he didn’t encounter any Slytherins on the way to the bathroom, and reached the heavy wooden door that marked the entrance to the boy’s toilets without being taunted once.
     ‘They must all still be at breakfast.’ Harry thought to himself, relieved, as he pushed the door open. However, as he entered the bathroom he knew he wasn’t the only one there.
     The first cubicle in the room was occupied, and its occupant certainly wasn’t being sick. Faint moans and whimpers were coming from it, apparently whoever it was also thought that the rest of the school were still at breakfast.
     Harry was going to go, having no desire to listen to someone else whacking off, and still intending to find Ron, until he heard something that stopped him in his tracks.
     ‘Harry.’
      Harry panicked, had he been spotted? Then realisation dawned on him, the occupant of the cubicle was moaning his name. Harry felt like his blood had turned to ice. Some guy was wanking over him! And who the bloody hell was it? He’d recognised the voice, but he couldn’t place it.
     ‘Think rationally, Harry’ He thought, scolding himself ‘There must be other guy’s in this school called Harry’ But his attempt to reassure himself with rational thought was destroyed by another moan coming from the toilet followed by,
     ‘Oh God, Harry, Yes!’ And in that instant Harry knew who the mystery boy was.
     ‘Malfoy?’ Harry gasped out loud before he could stop himself.
     ‘Shit!’ came the response from the cubicle.
     Harry didn’t know what to do. Should he leave? Malfoy wasn’t likely to come out and want a chat about what Harry had overheard, but at the same time, Harry wanted to punch his lights out. How dare he, the fucking Malfoy bastard! he couldn’t just go around doing things like that!
     Either way, Harry remained rooted to the spot until Malfoy opened the cubicle door tentatively. His face fell as he saw who it was who’d caught him.
     ‘Malfoy.’ Harry snarled ‘What the fuck do you think you were doing?’ The blonde didn’t reply, just stared at the floor in front of him, his pale cheeks flushed.
     ‘Merlin’ Harry thought ‘He looks damn hott when he’s so flustered’ Then he caught himself, alarmed. He hadn’t just thought that about Malfoy, surely? No, of course he hadn’t.
     ‘You haven’t answered me,’ He continued, his voice deadly calm, as much to mask his confusion as his rage. Malfoy looked up, a sneer appearing on his face, as if he’d read Harry’s thoughts.
     ‘What’s the matter, Potter?’ he asked silkily ‘Did I get you all hot and bothered?’
     ‘Don’t be fucking stupid’ Harry snapped, his rage boiling ‘As if I’d get like that over you.’
     ‘Well, who wouldn’t?’ Draco replied airily, smirking at the fury that was evident on Harry’s face, ‘I bet it’s all you think about.’
     That was the final straw. It was one thing for Malfoy to wank over him, but to suggest Harry was doing the same crossed the line. He lashed out, punching Malfoy heavily on the jaw and sending him staggering backwards.
     ‘You’re going to pay for that, Potter!’ Malfoy yelled, flinging himself at Harry. Harry braced himself for the attack, but was met not with blows, but by Draco’s lips assaulting his own. He opened his mouth to gasp, and that was all Draco needed to slip his tongue in. Harry moaned, unconsciously letting himself be taken over by the blonde.
     Draco slid his arms around Harry’s back, pulling him closer and making Harry shiver as he stroked his fingers down his spine, his tongue still exploring Harry’s mouth. Harry could feel Draco’s eyelashes soft against his skin as the blonde deepened the kiss slightly, pulling Harry closer and eliciting another moan from the hapless boy. Harry shuddered, putting his own arms around Draco and holding him gently as the other boy pulled away form the kiss, smiling at him.
     ‘That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?’ Draco whispered in his ear, his hands settling on Harry’s waist. He leaned in to Harry’s neck, his hot breath moistening Harry’s skin before he sucked at hit gently, this time making Harry writhe a little at the sensation, causing his quickly hardening cock to press momentarily against Draco’s leg. Draco continued sucking at Harry’s skin, but slid one hand round from his waist to start undoing Harry’s flies.
     ‘Don’t!’ Harry gasped, taking a step back
     ‘Why not?’ Draco quizzed, a teasing smirk still on his lips
     ‘I- I-’ Harry stuttered
     ‘It’s okay.’ Draco said, advancing on him again, then added ‘Harry.’
     Harry moaned as the blonde put his hand on his chest, slowly sliding it up to undo the top three buttons of Harry’s shirt, then slipping it inside, tracing his collarbone lightly with his index finger. Harry hesitantly put his hands on Draco’s waist, attempting to pull him closer. The other boy laughed gently at him, but with no trace of malice in his voice.
     ‘You’ve never done thins before, have you?’ He asked. Harry shook his head, feeling his cheeks colour slightly. Draco slid his hand up from Harry’s collarbone to the back of his neck, using the other hand to cup Harry’s face.
     Harry looked up in to Draco’s eyes, which flashed storm-grey at him. In that one moment of lucidity Harry was able to take in how incredibly good looking Draco was, when his is face wasn’t contorted in hatred. Everything about him was delicate, from his high cheekbones to his smooth, ridiculously flawless porcelain skin, but what really captivated Harry was those dark, brooding eyes, almost malevolent in colour, that promised rain and reprisal. Harry felt his face leaning into Draco’s touch, feeling protected despite the shadow promises made by those eyes
     ‘Don’t worry’ Draco said softly, the smirk still lingering at the corners of his mouth ‘I’ll be gentle. Ish.’ he let his hand fall slowly from Harry’s face to his half undone trousers. He undid the zip all the way and slid his hand inside, rubbing Harry’s now prominent erection through his boxers.
     ‘My, Potter, good thing I’m not offering to let you shag me or I’d be in for a hard time’
     ‘It’s Harry.’ Harry whispered, blushing even deeper at Draco’s compliment
     ‘What?’ Draco asked, genuinely surprised
     ‘It’s Harry,’ Harry repeated, firmer this time ‘Call me Harry.’
     ‘Okay’ Draco smiled, moving his had to the waistband of Harry’s boxers. ‘Harry.’ And with that he slipped his hand past the underwear and grasped Harry’s erection confidently, stroking it in a quick, steady rhythm.
     Harry felt sparks fly through is veins, and he had to throw his arms around Draco’s shoulders for support as he felt his orgasm building.
     ‘Oh, Draco!’ Harry yelled in to the blondes neck before he could stop himself. At the sound of his name the other boy quickened his stroked, causing Harry to come violently. He collapsed in to Draco’s arms, the strength drained from him.
     ‘Draco, I-’ He started, once he’d recovered slightly, leaning back to look at him, but was stopped by Draco’s finger being pressed to his lips.
     ‘Save it, you’re going to need all the breath you’ve got when I whip your arse at Quidditch.’ He helped Harry stand up, quickly Scourgified himself, then walked over to the door, looking back only to say ‘Oh, and next time, you better satisfy me one hell of a lot, being interrupted when touching yourself over someone, then actually getting them but not coming can leave a guy really frustrated.’