Studying Gone Wrong....or Right?

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(Harry’s POV)
It was like any other day. Hermione had her nose stuck in a book while Ron and I struggled with our studies. We weren’t getting much done while sitting around a table in the Gryffindor common room. Charms was getting harder every year and Professor Flitwick never eased up on the number of scrolls needed to be completed. We had begged Hermione for half an hour to let us see her notes, but she just glared at us and said that we would learn nothing from copying. So instead of being done in a couple of minutes and getting to play wizard’s chess with Ron, we had to stare at a book for hours on end, waiting for it to give us the answers we needed. After realizing that the chapter I was reading was the wrong one, I let out a frustrated sigh and slumped forward onto my book. After a couple of seconds fuming over the fact that I had wasted countless hours on material I didn’t need to know, I peer over at my two comrades in crime. Of course Hermione was still studying like it was nothing, but Ron had fallen asleep on his assignments, drool coming out of his mouth.

“I think I need a break…” I whisper to myself. Glancing at the grandfather clock, I read 12:14 a.m. Knowing that Filch was probably lurking the halls at this hour, I sneak up the stairs to my room and grab my invisibility cloak. Coming back down the stairs slowly, I make sure Hermione and Ron are still occupied. I know they are my friends, but every once in a while I just want some time to myself. That commodity is rare in a school with thousands upon thousands of students. Slipping past the two, I make my way past the portrait of the Fat Lady and into the wide halls of Hogwarts. Cool air surrounded me as I silently walked through the hall. It was relaxing to know that I really wouldn’t be bothered as long as I kept my cloak around me. Nobody really realizes how tiring it can be to constantly be under everybody’s scrutinizing glare. I know that I would sound whiny if I voiced my thoughts out loud, but for once I want someone to say to me, ‘It’s ok to let go. Just be yourself Harry.’ Sighing again, I let the empty hall permeate my brain and settle my nerves.

Being distracted with clearing my head, I don’t pay attention when I turn the corner. My body slams into something immediately and I’m thrown back onto the floor. Bracing my impact with my hands, I land on all fours. Glancing over my shoulder, I try to figure out what bloody piece of artwork knocked me over. Eyes widening in shock, all I see is blonde hair, pale skin, and the mark of a Slytherin. Draco Malfoy. I had no idea why he was wondering around the Gryffindor wing at this time of night, and in all honesty, I didn’t care. The only thing that is going through my mind is the hope that my cloak is still concealing me enough. Malfoy tries to arise from his tangled mass of robes and is soon on his knees, with his back towards me. Almost letting a breath escape from my throat in relief, dread soon filters back into my system with the sound of footsteps. Before long, Mr. Filch and his beloved cat Mrs. Norris make their presence known. I see Malfoy tense, but only for a moment, it being quickly replaced with his normal cool demeanor. Calmly straightening out his robes, Malfoy doesn’t even bother to hide himself from Mr. Filch. It doesn’t take long for the caretaker of Hogwarts to spot the stray Slytherin.

“Mr. Malfoy what, pray tell, are you doing up this late in the Gryffindor wing?” His gaze at Malfoy didn’t look questioning at all. Filch was just waiting for Malfoy’s excuse so he could find the loop-hole and punish him. Even Mrs. Norris starts to purr at the prospect of Malfoy getting what he ‘deserved’. Thinking of when Filch agreed to the sadistic punishments of Professor Umbridge two years ago, I deftly rub the scar on the back of my right hand. Malfoy smiles innocently, instantly producing an official looking scroll.

“Professor Snape ordered me as a Prefect to patrol all halls to make your job a little easier. You know how much trouble Gryffindors cause…” Filch looked crestfallen. He quickly snatched the scroll away from Malfoy’s grasp and glanced over it. A hint of annoyance coming to his face, Filch threw the scroll back at Malfoy; the Slytherin catching it with a graceful ease. The smile still on his face, Malfoy continued. “As you can see I have every right to be here, unlike some other people I know.” Now it was my turn to tense. Had Malfoy seen me? Was he going to rat me out like he had countless other times? Puzzlement crossed Filch’s features, but shrugged it off.

“Do as you will Mr. Malfoy, but if I catch you doing anything but patrolling, I will show no mercy despite the fact of having permission.” Malfoy just stood there with that same smile on his face. It was starting to have an effect on me. I really don’t know what this feeling is, but I really don’t want to take the time to figure it out. I needed to get out of here and fast. There is no way I need to get into any more trouble than I have already gotten myself into.

With that last warning, Mr. Filch sneered at a lost chance of reprimand and continued down the hall with Mrs. Norris in tow. Malfoy still hasn’t made his move to leave, making me even more uneasy. Suddenly, Malfoy whips around and points his wand at me.

“Ventus!!” A blast of air gusts straight at me, tearing my invisibility cloak right off of me. Not wasting any time, I quickly pull my wand out of my sleeve and point it right back at Malfoy. He doesn’t seem surprised by this, not even bothering to take a defensive stance. Slowly I bring myself to my feet to stand at equal height with Malfoy. A smirk makes its way onto his face, making me want to punch him instead of casting a spell.

“I knew you were here Potter. I could smell your half-breed stench from across the castle.” Something was off. This insult didn’t have the backing of disdain behind it. It lacked the force that was usually there. Tonight just keeps getting weirder and weirder. Deciding to not let him know what I was thinking, I keep my wand pointed at him.

“Why are you here Malfoy?” I knew he wasn’t going to give me a straight answer, but I wanted to stall for time so I could figure out what was wrong.

“I’m sure you heard Potter, I’m patrolling the halls for miscreants like you. Professor Snape will be pleased when I turn you in.” There was no way Snape would ever give a job like that to Malfoy. Sure Malfoy was a Prefect, but Snape knew better than to go against school rules set by Dumbledore.

“Addo utego!!” Blue strings flew from my wand and attached themselves to the scroll that Malfoy currently possessed. The scroll came to my hand rapidly, leaving a stunned Malfoy. Unrolling it, I could see that it was in Snape’s handwriting, but I still didn’t believe it.

“Give it back Potter!” Malfoy roared loudly, risking Mr. Filch catching us.

“Not until you tell me how you got this scroll.” The anger on his face was quickly replaced by a sneer, knowing that I would let him walk away without an answer. Locking eyes with me, Malfoy raises his head up in superiority.

“What does it matter? Last time I checked, Potter, you’ve broken enough rules to get expelled at least fifty times. Forging one signature isn’t going to kill anybody.” What was Malfoy thinking? He had never admitted he had broken rules in the past, always denying that he had done something wrong. This just proved that something was amiss.

“Malfoy….why did you need to forge a signature? Couldn’t you just sneak around like you usually do?” I could see his eyes widen, if only a fraction. I had caught him. Malfoy’s arm lowered as well, enough to let me get the upper hand.

“EXPELLIARMUS!!” I shouted, forgetting that it was the middle of the night. Malfoy’s wand goes flying out of his hand, leaving him defenseless. Before he can even consider retrieving said wand, I pin him to the wall. My left hand clasps his wrists together and nails them to the wall above him. His eyes fly towards mine, a light blush covering his cheeks. What was this? Usually the prat would start yelling his head off and struggle as much as he possibly could. The Malfoy before me was still, almost shy. Confusion had to be the word of the night.

“What the hell is wrong with you Malfoy?” I ask harshly.

“Nothing…just let go.” Malfoy’s eyes dart to the side.

“Like hell! You’ve been acting like a git all night.” I sneer.

“Just let me go Potter!” His voice was starting to rise in anger.

“Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll….”

“I LOVE YOU!” Shock speared through me. What did he mean? The revelation caused my grip to loosen, letting Draco slip through my grasp. I thought he would run away, using his profession as a means of escape, but once again, Malfoy surprises me. He slumps to the floor, his face cast downward. I stumble backward, almost falling down myself.

“Not what you wanted to hear, eh Potter?” I couldn’t respond, my mind wouldn’t accept what Malfoy had just told me. Without knowing it, Malfoy had regained his composure. I looked at him at what I could only describe as fear. He was standing, his shoulders back, and the classic Malfoy smirk on his face. Striding up to me, he takes my cheek into his hand.

“What’s wrong Potter? Cat got your tongue? Let’s see if I can find it…” It was then he leaned in and kissed me. My mind screamed at me to get away, to run as far from this boy as possible. Malfoy was forceful, smashing his lips against mine. I could tell he wanted me to respond, but I was still too stunned. Not until he bit my bottom lip did I gasp in pain. Taking advantage of the situation, Malfoy thrusts his tongue into my mouth. All thought leaves my brain as my entire body focuses on that single stimulation. The only other person I had ever kissed was Cho. It was awkward to say the least, let alone satisfying. But Malfoy….he left me feeling as if I were on fire. It felt as if I had just drunk a liter of butterbeer, all fuzzy and warm.

I quickly responded, my tongue chasing his. A moan quickly escaped from Malfoy, satisfied that I was finally cooperating. I really had no idea what I was doing, but somehow Malfoy knew that. He coaxed me to stroke his tongue with mine. I start to lose my balance, my knees weakening from this intimate contact. Malfoy pulls me close to him, feeling me fall. I’ve never been this close to anyone and now I regret it. Malfoy’s warmth is intoxicating, much like is mouth on mine. Malfoy pulls back, much to my dismay.

“Looks like I’m not the only one with secrets Potter.” I tried to glare at him, but found that I couldn’t. I was too mesmerized by the lust glazing over his grey eyes. Without notice, Malfoy latches on to my neck. All I can do is hold onto his mused blonde hair and moan. Somehow, my body responds to his without notice, my hips thrusting into his.

“Mmmm.” I hear Malfoy moan. It’s then I feel his arousal. My focus now shifts lower and I realize that I’m just as hard as he is. It hits me then. I suddenly know where this will all lead. If I had thought about this before, I would have freaked and maybe even a little sick. Who knew I was attracted to guys, let alone Draco Malfoy?

I can feel his hand at the hem of my shirt, steadily pushing it up. This is the last straw, Malfoy’s strength isn’t enough to keep me up anymore. I fall to the ground, taking the Slytherin with me. My back hits the floor, all air leaving my lungs while Malfoy lands on top. He shifts and his erection brushes against mine, this time with more force. A moan rips from my throat, the heat caused by clothing becoming unbearable.

“Malfoy…please get up.” His eyes peered at me, but he soon looked over my flushed features. Realization dawned on him, as he slowly slithered off of me. Without hesitation, I whipped off my cloak and shirt; throwing myself at Malfoy. It must have taken him by surprise, since he didn’t brace for my impact. “You….are wearing too much Malfoy.” Malfoy’s eyes may have widened, but his smirk said something completely different. This is what he wanted to happen. At this point, I didn’t care if I was being manipulated by him. I just needed him like I never needed anybody before.

Malfoy’s top soon followed mine, and I wasted no time indulging myself in the pale boy beneath me. His skin was perfect, unmarked. I wanted to mark him as my own. My lips attached to his nipple, biting and licking for all that I was worth. Malfoy’s hands found themselves quickly into my hair, beautiful sighs coming from his mouth. My right hand found his, lacing our fingers together while my left hand abused the nipple not being occupied by my mouth.

Malfoy wasn’t passive in all this. His hand soon found itself cupping my member. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate as he continued to message me through my slacks.

“Ahhhh!” I half screamed when he grasped me harder than I expected. All I could do was clutch onto him and thrust into his hand. It all felt so could, and I knew Malfoy could tell he was doing good, as far as the smirk on his face told me.

“I’m tired of waiting Potter. I want you…now.” No sooner those words left his mouth, the roles were switched and I was underneath him. Sitting between my legs was a blonde Adonis, his pale complextion taking nothing away from his looks. He quickly unzipped my pants and yanked them down with my boxers, revealing my cock. For a moment, everything stilled. This was actually happening. My most hated rival was going to fuck me and I would gladly let him.

“Please…do something.” I whined, knowing how needy I sounded. I didn’t care. Malfoy immediately starting licking and kissing my need; leaving no area untouched. I wanted to buck into his mouth, but I firm grip on my hips prevented me from doing so. With one glance up and no warning, Malfoy took me into his mouth. I almost came right there. This was new territory for me, much like the rest of this night. The suction of his mouth was driving me crazy, his tongue rubbing against the vein running down my cock.

“Malfoy….” Was the only thing I could say. It spurred him on. Soon he was bobbing faster and I had to put my hand in my mouth to stop myself from screaming in pleasure. I could believe the feelings that were being caused by his warm mouth. I never wanted him to stop. As soon as I was about to release, he pulled off. I wanted to kill him and I probably would have if I didn’t see the small vile he plucked out of his pants. What was he doing?

“Thought I might get lucky tonight…” My brain just couldn’t comprehend what could possibly be in that vile. Malfoy paid no mind to my confusion, just continuing with what he was doing. Without a second glance, Malfoy uncorked the strange vile and poured the clear liquid onto his hands. Before I could even ask what he was going to do, his index finger found its way to my hole.

“Ehhh!” I was surprised to say the least. How was I supposed to know how guys did it? For years I had assumed that I was always into girls and no less than thirty minutes ago, I find myself moaning under a guy.

“You have to relax Harry, or this is going to hurt more than necessary.” My muscles loosened instantly and, if it was possible, I could feel my cock getting harder. I had never heard Malfoy say my first name before. Hearing it for the first time with his lust filled voice made me want him even more.

“Malfoy….go ahead.” That was what he needed to hear apparently. His finger breached me, slowly pushing forward. It felt awkward to say the least. Thankfully he had something to make this a lot easier, less I knew I would be in pain right now. My eyes drifted closed, wondering when this was going to start feeling good again.

My eyes opened then of their own volition and what I beheld knocked all air and thought processes right out of me. Malfoy’s face was tight with arousal, his hair mused and clinging to his sweat streaked face. He needed me as badly as I needed him right now.

I could feel that he was getting impatient, adding another finger soon after the first. It definitely felt larger, yet I still wasn’t receiving any pleasure. What was the point of this if he was the only one getting anything? All of the sudden, my vision goes dark and my back arches impossibly upward. A bit of relief floods through my entire body as I groan in appreciation. Malfoy must have wanted this to happen, a sigh of relief coming from his kiss swollen lips.

A third finger finally joins its two brethren. Now it’s almost painful, but him touching that certain spot in me has me reeling in ecstasy. I’m panting hard and riding his fingers with all my might. I want to cum now. Sadly, Malfoy has other plans. Too soon for my liking, his fingers slip out from me and I release a similar groan as before; once again on the brink of orgasm. I hear him chuckle and I try to glare at him.

“Don’t pout at me like that, it only gets better.” Once again the vile reappears, but for a different reason. Bringing down his own slacks, Malfoy slicks up his hands again and lets them travel to his own arousal. All I could do was stare. His features were so twisted up in bliss that I just wanted to touch him. Before I could even consider moving, he was already done. His eyes locked with mine, a deadly serious look on his face.

“We may have been rivals in the past Harry, but this is totally different. Are you sure you want to do this with me?” I have never seen or heard the Slytherin be so considerate before. Leaning up on my elbow, I take Malfoy’s cheek in my hand and pull him towards me, kissing him soundly on the mouth.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life Draco.” A spark went off in his lustful eyes. Within a matter of seconds, I find myself on my back again; Draco positioning his cock at my entrance. With one last look of question from him, I nod in approval and he starts to push in. His cock was a lot bigger than a mere three fingers. A fear of ripping in half flashed across my mind, but I quickly pushed it aside. Somehow, I knew Draco would never hurt me. I knew that in some strange way he loved me and maybe, just maybe, I loved him.

Minutes pass until he’s fully sheathed. I grab onto his forearms, letting him know to wait. He stilled instantly, rubbing circles in my hips to calm me down. I soon feel my muscles relaxing and I free my hold of Draco. He takes this as the go ahead and grabs my hips firmly. Slowly, he pulls out and starts to make shallow thrusts. It still feels weird though. Draco soon picks up the pace, pushing down on my body.

“Ahhh!!!”He hit the spot again, but this time it felt so much better. The force behind his thrusts pushed his cock dead onto it, sending stars sailing past my eyes. I start to meet him in his thrusts, helping him pound into me. My quiet pants rapidly evolve into moans. I once again try to quiet myself, but Draco won’t have it.

“No, I want to hear you scream my name.” He pulled my arms away from my face and pinned them beside my body. Somehow he kept getting faster, I losing rhythm somewhere along the away. I had turned into a mass of sensory overload. I didn’t know where I was or who I was for that matter. All I cared about was that single point in which Draco and I were connected. Then everything came rushing back to me and I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“DRACO!!” My cock twitched, erupting cum all over my belly. I was spent, a pleasant buzz still running through my veins. Burying his head into my shoulder, Draco gave one final thrust and spilled his seed deep within me. It felt almost as good as my own orgasm. His body was tense for only a few moments before his entire weight collapsed on top of me. I shifted, a little uncomfortable at how intimately we were still connected.

“Draco…”I felt him twitch and sigh into my neck.

“I’m s..sorry, Potter. It’ll never happen aga….” I seized his face in between my palms. A look of embarrassment and shame crossed his features. I placed a small kiss on his forehead before giving him a stern look.

“Now listen here Draco Malfoy. Don’t close in on yourself. I regret none of what happened here and I sure as hell won’t let you apologize for it.” His eyes shimmered with hope.

“Then…what are we now.” Draco whispered, his eyes downcast. I press my forehead to his, smiling at the boy I would probably spend the rest of my life with.

“Whatever we want, we are wizards. Let’s just live and create a little magic along the way.”

How did I do? Remember this is my first Harry/Draco fic! BE NICE!!