Bathroom Break

Bathroom Break

Draco Malfoy leaned over the cauldron to check if the potion turned the right colour yet. It was an awful shade of green. “Stupid,” he thought, referring to his partner, Millicent Bulstrode. She put too much dragon's blood in it again. He sighed and his fringe fell over his eyes as he shook his head. He was already irritated because he woke up late and forgot to put enough gel in his hair, and now this. Maybe Professor Snape will be too busy taking points away from the Gryffindors to notice.

For this particular potion that the class was brewing, everyone had to stand in case something went wrong, and they needed to jump back in a hurry. There was a loud clinking of glass, and everyone turned to look at Harry Potter fumbling with two phials. His head was lowered so much that it hid his reddened cheeks. Draco snorted, watching him as he tried not to drop them. Hermione Granger scolded Potter softly, and Snape went in for the kill.

Focusing his attention back to his table, Draco barely had time to step back as Millicent dropped one of their phials. Draco rolled his eyes as she bent over to pick it up off the floor. The sides of his robe pulled back, revealing the front of his tight trousers, as he placed his fists on his hips. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw someone watching them.

Draco snapped his head up and caught Potter quickly looking away. The pale boy furrowed his brows in curiosity. His attention was drawn back to Millicent, who was holding a knife out to him. When he glanced down to take it, he smirked as he noticed her nipples were standing at attention through her sweater.

“Of course, Potter saw it when she leaned down,” Draco mused. “It is rather chilly down here in the dungeons."

He glanced back over to Potter, and inwardly laughed as the Golden Boy shifted nervously from foot to foot. Potter peered back over to Draco, and knew he had been caught.

“Excuse me, Professor,” Potter cried out as he made a fast getaway.

“Potter! Where are you going? Get back here!” Snape barked.

All the students watched in astonishment as Potter ran out of the room. Everyone except the Potions master and Draco.

“Mr Malfoy. Go retrieve Potter.” Snape instructed Draco.

“Yes, Professor,” Draco replied, smirking. He knew exactly where a healthy, randy, seventeen year old boy would be going.

Draco walked over to the nearest boy’s lavatory, and as quietly as he could, opened the door. It didn’t take long to figure out which cubicle Potter was in. The noise coming from behind it was unmistakable.

“Moments like these only comes once in a lifetime,” Draco thought, smiling.

He waited till the moans became louder before speaking.

“Potter!” he shouted, trying not to laugh.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy!” Potter immediately yelled back.

Draco pulled his lips in to stifle a snigger. Gaining his composure, “Professor Snape told me to tell you to get your arse back to class.”

Draco heard Potter's belt fasten, followed by the zip. Potter sneered at him as he left the stall. Draco was smirking back at him, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. Malfoy’s smirk turned into an evil smile as Potter turned on the faucet to wash his hands.

“Really, Potter. I thought you had better taste than that,” he drawled.

Potter spun around. “What are you talking about, Malfoy?” he spat.

Draco snorted. “Even I know she’s not attractive.”

Potter raised a confused eyebrow. “What?”

“Oh, please. I saw you looking at her chest.”

“What?” Potter shouted. “I wasn’t looking at her.” Suddenly, Potter’s face flushed, and whirled back around to the sink, washing his hands again.

Draco's mouth fell open, but closed it quickly, and a full grin suddenly appeared. He took a few steps toward Potter.

“Soooo, Potter. What were you staring at, then?” he teased.

“Nothing. I wasn’t looking at anything,” said Potter quickly.

Draco was now a few feet away from him. “Do you know what I think, Potter?” he whispered in a soft playful voice.

“I don’t care what you think, Malfoy,” Potter bit back from over his shoulder.

Draco took a half-step forward. “I think,” he began, his breath ghosting over Potter’s ears. “You were looking at me.”

“What? You’re mad!” he shrieked as he spun around. They were now face-to-face. “G-get back, Malfoy,” Potter stuttered, backing up till he bumped into the sink.

“Did you see it?” asked Draco softly.

“No! I mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Potter corrected as he glanced away.

Draco smirked. “Thisss,” he whispered, rubbing his hand over his groin, and then cupping his erection.

Potter’s eyes darted to it, then looked away again embarrassed. Draco took another step closer, and placed his hands on the corners of sink, trapping Potter.

“Would you like to see it?” Draco purred.

“Wha-? Back off, Malfoy!” Potter said in a panicky voice.

Draco raised both brows, shrugged and then grinned. “All right, Potter. See you in class,” he replied simply and moved away.

He got within three feet of the door, when… “You wouldn’t have the nerve to anyway.”

Draco stopped short. He slowly turned around, and there was Potter, leaning against the sink, arms crossed with a challenging expression.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me.”

Draco's lips curled, and he walked back over, standing in front of the smug boy.

“You wouldn’t have the nerve to look if I did,” Draco countered.

“Try me,” Potter dared.

Draco snorted. He was tempted to say a sharp retort back, but restrained himself. He didn’t want this to be a fight with words. And so, his expression softened, and he hooked his thumbs behind his belt buckle, all the while watching Potter’s face, which in return, was watching his.

“You're not looking,” Draco taunted.

“I’ll look if and when you show me,” Potter drawled.

Draco smirked and shook his head at his arrogance. Still keeping his gaze on Potter’s face, he unfastened his belt and undid his button. A small grin appeared as Draco slowly, ever so slowly, lowered his zip. Draco raised an eyebrow at Potter, indicating it was time to look. Potter scoffed, raised an eyebrow back at him, and slowly looked down. Draco's grin widened.

By this time, Draco had raised both hands to the top of his briefs, and feathered with his fingers, side to side on the elastic band before nudging his thumbs underneath it. Potter’s mouth parted in shock, and Draco refrained himself from chuckling.

One thumb pulled open the top of Draco's briefs, whilst the other hand slid inside, conforming it around his erection. Draco moved it until it was upright. Then using both hands, he pushed his briefs down, exposing his cock. Potter’s eyes remained engrossed in every movement that Draco was making.

Draco continued watching Potter’s face, whilst his fingers tightened, and slightly squeezed as he pulled the foreskin up over the tip. He lowered the flesh just enough to circle his glans with his thumb, and then gathered up the white liquid. Draco slowly released his hand, brought his thumb to Potter’s mouth, and covered Potter’s lower lip with his secretions.

“Taste it,” Draco whispered.

Potter closed his eyes, and ran his tongue across his lip, and licked it off completely. His eyes flew open when he felt Draco's hand touching his. Draco smirked.

“Would you like to touch it?” asked Draco in a husky voice, gripping Potter’s wrist tight.

Before Potter had the chance to answer, Draco guided Potter’s hand over, and wrapped both of their fingers around the base. Potter gasped softly, and Draco let out a quiet moan. Tentatively, Potter began to stroke him, exploring the length and width, and listened to Draco's hitching breath.

“Faster,” Draco murmured.

Now it was Potter’s turn to smile. Seeing this, Draco moved in closer, and rested his forehead on Potter's shoulder.

“Please,” Draco begged in a low and sultry voice. “Faster.”

But Potter didn’t.

Frustrated, Draco clutched one of Potter's arms, whilst his other hand gripped Potter's trouser-covered hard-on. Potter gasped. Draco squeezed insistently with his hand, causing Potter’s hips instinctively to thrust into it. Darting down with his free hand, Potter fumbled with his zipper, and eagerly yanked his trouser open.

“Yes. Let me touch you,” Draco managed to say, whilst he forced his hand inside.

Draco sighed when his fingers grazed along the protruding vein, and then gripped it hard. As a result, Potter tightened his fist, and both of them let out a loud moan. Their strokes fell in time with each other until Draco pulled Potter close. Pressing their bodies further together, Draco wrapped his arm around Potter, enabling himself to tug frantically at the back of the Potter's trousers.

“Wha-?”

“Shhh,” Draco breathed heavily.

With all of his strength, Draco was finally able to push down Potter's trousers and pants to his knees. Draco quickly sucked on his middle finger, and brought it back down behind Potter. He plunged his finger deep inside. Potter threw his head back, howled, and stroked Draco faster.

“That’s it,” Draco whispered. “Now, come for me.”

Potter whimpered in desperation, and with his other hand, he clawed at Draco's hip. They pumped into each other’s fists, whilst Draco continued to fingerfuck Potter, trying to curl his digit up to massage his prostate.

“OH SHIT!”

Potter clenched his arse, and Draco could tell he was feeling the waves of orgasm approaching. Draco was getting closer as well, and began thrashing against him. Potter screamed as his release hit him, and Draco cried out something incoherent, whilst his body convulsed with each spasm. They remained motionless for a few minutes, letting the pleasure wash over them both.

“Are you two finished now?” Professor Snape sneered.

Potter stumbled back, tripping on his fallen trousers, and landed with a thud on the floor. Draco merely smirked at the Potions master, and straightened his clothes. Potter jumped up the best he could, and pulled up his pants and trousers before running past Snape. Draco casually walked by him and left, but not before catching Snape winking at him.

Professor Snape shook his head and snorted. “Well, that was the longest bathroom break I’ve ever seen,” he said to no one.


End

Roedhunt
Revised 2009