The Longest Week

Harry Potter had had a long week. Quidditch practice had just ended and he was completely exhausted. It was the third practice his team had had this week in preparation for the upcoming Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match. The team was sure to have his head if he pushed even one more practice on them before the game. But what else could he do? He just had to beat Slytherin!

Of course Harry prepared extra hard for the games against Slytherin every year, but this time it was especially important. The stakes were higher this year and he knew it. Losing would not be tolerated. He had won the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game every year he’d been seeker and he wasn’t about to change that now.

Harry thought of all the reasons this year was important as he walked down the hall aimlessly. For one it was his seventh year. He would soon be graduating. He also had to decide what kind of career path he was interested in. He could easily be an Auror, though he would have to work extra hard in potions, which wouldn’t be too hard since he’d had some extra help in that department recently. He could also become a quidditch player, but after all these years of being “the Chosen One” he really didn’t want any more attention on him than necessary. With both of those options out, Harry was struggling to come up with other ideas.

Other than that, the teachers were piling up the homework in preparation for their upcoming N.E.W.T.S. In Potions alone he had two 3 foot essays due next week. In Defense against the Dark Arts he had a presentation to give, not only to his class, but to the new First Years as well. Harry had hardly been able to sleep any more than six hours at night for the past two weeks trying to keep up with all of his work.

And to top it all off, he hadn’t had sex is a week. Sure, he’d gone longer than that before, but with all the pressure on him right now he would love to be able to work off some stress that way. ‘Oh well…’ He thought to himself, ‘might as well start heading back to the dorms.’

Harry quickly looked around and oriented himself to figure out where he had wondered. It took him a few seconds because he didn’t have the marauder’s map on him, but he eventually realized he was on the second floor near one of the Prefect’s bathrooms, and headed off in the direction of the Gryffindor tower.

Harry made it half way down the wing when he was suddenly yanked inside a room by some unseen force. “Bloody hell!” Harry yelled once he caught his balance. The room was completely dark, but by the smell of wood polish, Harry could tell it was a broom closet. Automatically on the defense, Harry drew his wand.

“Ah, ah, ah, Potter. Wouldn’t want to poke some ones eye out now, would we?” a soft, yet hard, and definitely male, voice said by Harry’s right ear.

Harry smirked as he heard the voice. “Of course not. That would be absolutely dreadful.”

“Wouldn’t it though? I can think of worse things though… like you leaving this room unsatisfied.” The other voice continued as a hand squeezed Harry’s Shoulder. “So tense Potter. I think I have just the cure. Tense muscles are nothing quick shag can’t fix.”

Harry’s smirk quickly grew in size. “I would have to agree with you there.”

“So come get it.” The hand disappeared from Harry’s shoulder just as quickly as it had shown up.

“Oh, I will. On your knees… now!”

Harry had just enough light to see the figure kneeling before him. Slowly he ran his hand down the other’s cheek and along his jaw. “Mmm… always so smooth…” Harry murmured contentedly as he slid his hands into his hair. “Undo my trousers.”

The figure slowly bent over and took Harry’s zipper into his mouth and managed to work it down with its teeth. Hands swiftly lifted up and undid the button before reaching further and slowly pulling down Harry’s pants along with his boxers underneath. Harry gasped as the cold air of the castle hit his cock, already half hard just from having his pants undone. He moved his feet out from the tangle his pants had become.

“Lick it,” He was nearly breathless already.

The other males tongue quickly shot out and licked His shaft from base to tip. “Mmm… as tasty as always I see.”

Harry practically purred as his dick was sucked into the warm wetness of the other male’s mouth. “Oh god… yea… just like that,” harry gasped out, “Fuck! It has been way too long… just wait… I’m gunna fuck your arse so hard you wont be able to walk tomorrow.”

Harry heard his companion gasp as he quickly remove his pants and turned around, presenting Harry with his ass. “Oh gods… do it! Stick that perfect cock of yours up my arse.”

Harry’s heart jumped in response. “That’s it. Get excited for me. You are always so excited.” Harry drew up to the body in front of him and molded his chest to their back. “You’re always so ready for me, so hot, so… hard.” He ran his hands down his sides and grabbed on to his hips. “So smooth, your entire body is so smooth… except for here.” Harry fingered the familiar scar on the others hip. He traced the perfect H.J.P. with his fingertip. “That’s right. Smooth every where but where I marked you. You are mine. Always.”

“Yours,” the other male gasped, “always.”

Harry couldn’t wait any longer. “Accio lube!” The tube he always kept in one of his pockets came flying into his hand. “God I want you so bad! Want to feel you writhing on my cock, loving every inch of it with your body.”

“Yes… yes… anytime, any way…”

Harry slicked his fingers quickly and shoved two in the other males arse, “good!”

“Ahhh!” the other male shuddered at the intense feeling of Harry’s fingers entering him. “Oh gods Harry! More please… I can’t hold on… just give me more!”

“That’s it love. Beg me for it. Let me know you want it.”

“Ngh… you… only you… want you always… need it… NOW!”

“Pushy aren’t we? Well, since you begged so nice…” Harry used the excess lube on his hand to slick his cock and positioned himself at the entrance. “I just love hearing you beg…”

Harry slowly, but steadily pushed himself in to the hilt. “Bloody hell.” He kept his pace slow at first, gently rocking back in forth into the others body.

“Harry… please…”

“Yes, Love. Yes!” Harry steadily increased the pace until he was gasping on each in stoke and biting his lip every time he pulled out. He was drenched in sweat and could feel the man in front of him was too. Knowing he had to finish this encounter fast, Harry reached one hand into his lover’s hair and the other onto his shoulder pulling him back for each new thrust.

“Harry… I’m close… touch me…ngh… pleassssseeee.”

Harry quickly took the hand off of his lover’s shoulder and moved it around to his cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. “That’s it love, let it go, I want to hear you scream!” He could feel his orgasm getting closer and closer.

“un… ngh… HARRY!” His partner came with a shout, his muscles clenching around harry as he rode it out.

With a few more thrusts into the ever tightening heat of his lover’s body, Harry came. “Draco!!!”

Draco quickly collapsed against the wall and supported both Harry and his own weight once Harry went limp.

“Feeling better love?” Draco asked softly. “How do you always know just when I need you Draco?” Harry quietly responded.

“I’ve been watching you work yourself to an early grave all week and I thought you might need a break.”

“How right you were.”
“Well, let’s get back into our clothes. People are bound to be missing us at dinner by now.” Too bad Harry didn’t want to move.

“I mean it Harry, we have to go.” Harry slowly moved back letting his softening cock slip out of Draco’s aching hole, relishing in the fact it made Draco shudder. “I suppose you are right.”

“Harry dear, haven’t you learned… I’m always right”

Harry snorted good-naturedly, “of course you are love. Mind getting us a mirror in here?” Draco nodded his consent as he quickly transfigured a poster in the closet into a mirror and illuminated the room while pulling on his pants. Harry ran his hand through his hair after he was done with his close and opened the door.

“Draco, I’m going to be just right out side the door. Come out when you’re ready.”

“Of course love, be there in a…” Draco’s speech abruptly cut off. Harry frowned and walked back into the closet. “Draco… you okay?”

“HARRY JAMES POTTER! I said you needed a quick shag, not a quick session of lets-fuck-up-Draco’s-hair you bloody git!" Draco snapped as he attempted to get his hair back in order after Harry’s rough usage of it.

Harry groaned as if in pain, knowing he would have to deal with Draco not talking to him through out dinner now. “Sorry love…”