Long Weekend

The two were stuck in a room together for an entire weekend. Neither one was happy about it. Harry had been complaining for the entire week prior to the weekend of hell. How had it happened that he and Malfoy had both been elected as class representatives and were forced to spend three entire days, alone, together?

Harry shoved his bag onto his bed and flopped down on top of it. He quickly shoved his face into the pillow and screamed.

“Oh, shove it, Potter. I’m not that bad.” The blonde set his bag down on his bed and sat across from the dark haired boy.

“You’re not? Since when? In all the time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything but absolutely vile.”
Draco ran his fingers through his shimmery hair and sighed. “Potter, it’s been more than a year since we’ve last spoken; I’ve changed.”

Harry sputtered before breaking into an obnoxious laughter. “Has hell frozen over!? Malfoy’s changed!? Call the Daily Prophet at once! The world must hear the news!”

The other boys tossed a pillow at the brunette and blushed. “Oh hush Harry—”

“What?” the green-eyed boy’s face went blank when he heard the blonde speak his name. He had never heard Malfoy say his name in such a kind fashion. Butterflies filled his stomach.

“Sorry, you’re used to me calling you ‘Potter’, aren’t you?” He covered his face with his hands before lying down and burying his face into his pillow.

Harry reached over and touched the shoulder of the thin, pale boy on the bed opposite his. “It’s okay, really. It’s just; I’m not used to you being nice to me.”

Draco looked up, his grey-blue eyes now showing soft and gentle. “Harry, may I ask you something?”

The brunette nodded, not prepared for whatever might fall out of the other boy’s mouth.

“Have you ever liked someone that you maybe shouldn’t have liked?”

Harry thought for a moment, gnawing on his bottom lip. “I suppose I have. Why?”

The other boys said nothing, but instead pressed his soft lips to Harry’s.

The larger of the two pulled away, confused.

Malfoy hit himself on the head. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so stupid.”

The brunette thought for a moment before kissing Malfoy in the same fashion as the blonde had kissed him. This time there was no pulling away, just the gentle touch of enemy lips pressed together.

Draco gripped onto the neck of Harry’s shirt and pulled him nearer. He knew that the brunette would take over if he had the chance, and that was exactly what the blonde had intended.

Harry trailed hot kisses down the thin neck of the other boy. Malfoy lay there, gasping for breath and mumbling about how much he had wanted to be like this with Harry.

Sharp teeth cut against the surface of the pale neck that lied beneath them.

Thin fingers tangled in the now, messy hair of the-boy-who-lived. The lips of the two boys seared as they met once again.

“Harry—” Malfoy gasped. His whole body seemed to burn in an invisible fire.

The dark haired boy nipped at the bottom lip of the other boy as he looked up. “What?”

The pale boy slid out from under Harry and pulled off his shirt, revealing his thin, but slightly muscular chest and stomach. He straddled the other boy’s lap and pressed a soft kiss to his chiseled jaw. “How far are you willing to take this?”

Harry thought a moment before answering. He ran his fingers down Malfoy’s chest before parting his lips to speak. “I don’t know—” His voice cut out, not sure how he could please the other boy, and still drenched in confusion.

Soft lips met again before raspy words met the ears of the brunette boy. “Take me Potter. I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

“I-I-I don’t know what to do.”

The blonde bit the neck of the other boy. “That’s a bloody lie and you know it. Just do what you want to me. I’ll take it like a man.” He clawed at the fabric that hid the skin of the boy that he wanted inside of him. “Please Harry. I know you want it too.”

Harry dragged his nails up the sides of the thin boy. “Only if you call me ‘Potter’. That always got me going.” A devilish grin played on his lips as he dug his nails into the other’s smooth, infant-like skin.

“Anything for you, Potter.” The blond locked their lips in a searing kiss as he ripped open Harry’s shirt, letting his buttons fly around the room. He kissed down the brunette’s neck as he ran his thumbs over the larger boy’s hardening nipples.

The dark haired boy shoved the other onto his back, moving his fingers to swiftly spring the blonde from his tight jeans. Malfoy wiggled out of the fabric, exposing his nude body.

“Does the boy-who-lived like what he sees?” Draco wrapped his thin legs around Harry’s widened hips, smirking as he ran his hands down his smooth body.

Harry gulped, feeling an excessive bulge form in his pants. He ran his hands up the blonde’s thighs before moving his thumb against the underside of Malfoy’s thick cock. “Yes—” was all the brunette could manage to say.

The smaller boy sat up once more getting comfortable on Harry’s lap. He trailed kisses down Harry’s thick neck, moving his hands between his legs to undo the brunette’s jeans. The larger boy slid out of his tight trousers and exposed his body to his soon to be lover.

Malfoy gasped, surprised at how well endowed his past rival was. “Well, look at that.”

Harry blushed, not knowing whether the blonde liked the sight or not.”

They both kneeled on the bed, not really aware of what came next. They inched towards each other, Harry wrapping his arms around the slender waist of the blonde, his hands roaming down over the surprisingly plump bottom of the boy.

Draco pressed again Harry, kissing over his broad shoulder as he felt strong fingers running over the smooth cheeks of his rear, then between them. He kissed up over Harry’s jaw before pressing his lips to the full ones of the boy that was exploring his body.

“Faster Potter. I want you inside me.” The words were muffled against Harry’s ear as Malfoy groaned them.

The brunette smirked and nipped at the other boy’s earlobe. “Patience my dear, I’m getting to that part.” He moved his middle finger to the tender spot between Malfoy’s cheeks, heat searing though his body in anticipation.

The blonde wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck as the other’s finger slid inside of him slowly. The thin boy pressed back against the thin member, used to the feeling of it from his own experiences.

“More,” Draco hissed. He was ready to skip the foreplay and move straight to the real thing. He didn’t care about the pain of it.

“How much more?” Harry asked, still not confident of his actions.

The thin boy pressed close to the Gryffindor boy before letting another word escape his body. “All of it,” he groaned.

Harry pushed Malfoy to his back and pushed his legs up slightly. He slowly bent down and ran his tongue over the hole he was about to penetrate.

Thin fingers ran through Harry’s already messy hair. Draco’s back arched up in a graceful fashion as the other boy pushed his tongue deeper. A light panting sound filled the room as the boy’s skin became damp with sweat and twitched in anticipation.

Harry kissed down Malfoy’s inner thighs before moving his lips up along the jaunting bones of his hips and ribs. The blonde’s chest heaved as he sucked air in and out; wanting to hold his breath so he could thrust his full concentration on the wet tip pressed to his tight ring of muscle.

“Ready?” the brunette said, hesitating slightly before moving his hips forward.

The Slytherin boy slowly ran his hands down Harry’s moist chest as their eyes locked momentarily.

“Just do it, Potter. Stop dancing around it. You want it. I want it. Just do it.”

At that Harry leaned forward, resting his elbows on either side of the blonde’s head as he pressed nearer to the thin boys as he began to penetrate the boy’s most intimate part.

Malfoy groaned and dug his nails into the strong back of his new lover. He thought he was ready to take on the massive length of the boy on top of him, but as Harry pushed deeper, pain seared within Draco. It wasn’t necessarily a bad pain, however, just an unexpected one.

Harry moved his hips slowly at first, familiarizing himself with the new territory of the enemy body that lay beneath him. A pleasurable groan escaped him as he felt his nails dig into his skin. He moved one of his hands to Malfoy’s hip to steady himself so he could gain more speed in his thrusts. The brunette pressed quick, hot kisses to the corners of the Slytherin’s gaping mouth.

The sound of the headboard knocking against the wall became more prevalent the faster Harry moved within the other boy. Malfoy began to groan loudly as the over-full felling began to dissipate and turn into pure, inevitable pleasure.

Their lips met once again, their tongues running against one another’s as their stomachs became warm with friction and need. Malfoy’s nails stuck tight to Harry’s back, holding himself close to the boy on top of him.

Both boys were getting close to their breaking points; their skin was drenched with sweat. Malfoy’s legs were wrapped tight around the brunette’s hips as harry pounded into the blonde’s tight hole.
The Gryffindor boy pulled out of the Slytherin and pressed his hips to Draco’s. He wrapped his hand around the two throbbing lengths, groaning a bit as he began to stroke them. The blonde looked down, watching and panting.

The pressure became too much for the two boys and they shot their seed all over their sheen bodies. At that moment a puff of smoke appeared in the room and Fred and George stood staring. Their laughter filled the room as they blurted simultaneously. “We always knew you two would get together.”