Taste of Your Own

There was something different about Draco Malfoy. Harry hadn’t seen it yet, but everyone was talking about it.

He was standing in the corridor with Ron and Hermione, enjoying the last few minutes of their break before they had to go back to class.

Suddenly, there he was. Walking down the hallway, with that same smug look of satisfaction that he always had on his face, was Draco Malfoy, surrounded by at least twenty girls of all ages gazing up at him.

“Alright girls, that’s enough. I have to get to class,” he flashed a devilish smile at them and walked past Harry.

And he saw it.

Draco had a tattoo of a black snake on the side of his neck. Harry watched as the magical tattoo lifted its head to look at him.

“Like what you see?” it hissed at him.

Harry could hear whispers all around him about how sexy Draco’s new tattoo was, and he couldn’t help but agree with them.

Harry pointedly picked his jaw up off the floor, just in time to see Draco turn around and wink at him.

He gulped and reluctantly followed Draco and the other students towards the dungeons for double Potions.

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Harry sat at his desk in Potions, glaring at Draco. He had deliberately sat at a seat where Harry could see his snake tattoo. As if the sly looks Draco kept giving him weren’t bad enough, Harry was suffering for being the only person at Hogwarts who could speak Parseltongue. Draco’s tattoo spent the entire period whispering sensual things to Harry about what Draco had been up to this morning before breakfast.

All the willpower in the world couldn’t stop Harry from reacting to the snake’s words

God the tension was killing him. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he was this sexually frustrated. He casually slipped his hand under the desk, and began to rub himself through his robes in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure.

“Yes, that’s just was he was doing” the snake whispered.

Harry shuddered and thanked all kinds of god when the bell rang and he could find somewhere private to relive himself.

Draco saw Harry rush out of the dungeons and smiled to himself. He decided to follow him to see if he had made Harry crack yet. Draco saw Harry subtly slip into one of the nearby alcoves in the hallway. Perfect.

He snuck up towards the alcove and peered into the entrance.

There was Harry Potter, sweaty and dishevelled, leaning against the back wall with his hand wrapped around his cock. He was groaning and muttering under his breath, with a look on his face that Draco couldn’t decide was closer to anger or lust. Draco could just make out some of the words coming from Harry.

“God damn...fucking bastard….and his...tattoo...taunting me...”

Oh this was perfect, Draco thought. He had busted Harry angrily wanking over him.

He crept into the alcove, used his height advantage over Harry to lean around him, and sank his fangs into the pale flesh of Harry’s neck. Shock and the most exquisite pain Harry had ever experienced blossomed through his body. Harry screamed out in ecstasy and slumped back against Draco’s body as he came explosively against the stone wall. Draco soaked up the luxurious taste of Harry’s blood sliding down his throat, before lifting a very satisfied Harry back onto his feet.

“Aren’t you glad you leant me your fangs?” Draco whispered.