Extracurricular Activities

Done for the Harry Potter kink meme on Livejournal. My first attempt at smut.

---

"They're up to something," Harry murmured, just loud enough for Hermione to hear. Rather predictably, Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to stir her cauldron.

"Really, Harry," Hermione sighed in gentle exasperation, "you're always saying Malfoy and Snape are up to something." The smoke from Hermione's cauldron curled out, clean smelling and pure white. Harry's remained a dingy gray.

"But this time I think they're up to something together," Harry replied emphatically. Hermione ignored him, sniffing at his potion.

"You forgot step three," she replied manner-of-factly. "You had better find a way to fix it before Professor Snape comes around."

With class nearly over and the potion already ruined, Harry gave up on it and instead glanced out of the corner of his eye at Snape, who was currently looming over the Slytherin tables. He glanced over Crabbe and Goyle's potions, one of which was emiting an acrid-smelling black smoke and the other of which had yet to do anything at all, with a look of quiet disgust. Snape's gaze fell heavily on Malfoy, who was stirring his cauldron with a look of smug satisfaction on his pale, pointed face.

Snape leaned in behind Malfoy, examining his potion. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, it seems your extra potions lessons are paying off," he drawled, looking at Malfoy with an intensity that made Harry shiver. Malfoy continued to stir his cauldron, preening under the praise. "I trust you'll be on time for your lesson tonight?"

Malfoy smirked. "Of course, Professor." Snape lingered for a moment, his dark eyes gleaming, before sweeping onward to torment Lavender and Parvati.

When the bell rang, Malfoy gathered his things with deliberate slowness. Pansy Parkinson waited near him, smiling expectantly. Malfoy sneered at her, and she gave a hurt look before storming away. Harry bent down, pretending to tie his shoe. Malfoy approached Snape, his gray eyes dancing mischeviously.

"Professor, I was wondering if I could ask you something about our . . . lessons?" he asked, emphasizing the word strangely.

Snape's eyes darted to Harry, boring into him. "I think, Mr. Malfoy, you had best save your questions for tonight."

Malfoy and Snape were definitely up to something.

-

The speed at which Malfoy was moving made it difficult to keep concealed underneath the invisibility cloak, and each time he glanced over his shoulder Harry was certain he had been spotted. Malfoy, however, made no indication that he saw Harry and continued to race down the corridor toward Snape's office almost frantically.

Malfoy paused outside of Snape's office, smoothing out his robes. He gave a final glance about the corridor to see if he was being followed, then burst through the door, grinning smugly.

"I'm here for my potions lesson, Professor," he announced. Snape looked up from his book, his eyes narrowing slightly, then bolted to the door. Harry barely managed to duck inside in time to keep the door from smacking him in the face. Harry slowly backed away from Snape and Malfoy, leaning against the wall.

"You weren't followed?" Snape asked gravely, leaning in toward Malfoy so that they were very nearly touching. Harry's pulse was thundering in his ears.

Malfoy's eyes darted toward him for a moment, and Harry froze in place. He glanced back at Snape and tilted his face toward him. "I saw no one," he replied. Snape raised a hand to Malfoy's shoulder, his thumb tracing the blond's collarbone. Malfoy's eyes closed, and Harry saw him shiver.

Harry's eyes widened at the implications of that caress. He stumbled slightly to the side, catching himself in time to keep the cloak from slipping off, but Snape was staring in his direction, and Harry held his breath expectantly.

"Did you hear something, Draco?" he asked quietly, dropping his hand from Malfoy's shoulder.

"I don't know what you mean," Malfoy replied with exagerated innocence, stepping forward so that he was pressed against Snape. Snape faltered for a moment, then performed a locking charm on the door.

Harry blanched. Malfoy knew he was there, and now he was trapped. Malfoy had left the door ajar to let him in. The bastard had planned this!

Snape stepped back, his dark gaze trailing down Malfoy's form. "Your robes," he commanded. Malfoy's fingers worked deftly at the clasps of his robes, trembling in anticipation. His robe slid to the ground, pooling at his feet, and Malfoy immediately reached for the buttons of his shirt. Snape gripped Malfoy's wrists, pulling them away. Malfoy made a soft whining sound which dissolved into a moan as Snape's mouth descended on his neck.

Harry swallowed, trying to force himself to look away. He shouldn't be watching this, he --

Malfoy's hips twitched up impatiently, and Snape laughed dryly. "Impatient, aren't we, Draco?" Snape purred.

Harry shifted in place, feeling his trousers become uncomfortable tight. His free hand gripped the counter behind him until his knuckles were white.

Snape waved his wand wordlessly and Malfoy's shirt and belt joined the robe on the floor. He toed off his trainers and socks, then wriggled out of his trousers. Snape, still completely clothed, hungrily took in the sight of Malfoy in only his y-fronts. Snape's slender fingers trailed down Malfoy's body leisurely, skating down his neck and pressing tenderly against Malfoy's peaked nipples. One hand lingered at the nipple, while the other slid further down, tracing lazy cirlces on Malfoy's smooth stomach. Malfoy leaned his head back, panting in wanton enjoyment.

The blond bucked his hips, attemtping to draw Snape's attention downward. Harry's breath quickened. Malfoy was fully hard, trying his best to rub against Snape. The taller man held him back, shifting to put space between them so that only Snape's hands were still touching him.

"Just do it, damn it," Malfoy hissed.

"How very eloquent," Snape murmured snidely. "'Just do it.' You're beginning to sound like--oh!" Malfoy's hand had slithered into Snape's robes, and from Snape's expression, he had no doubt as to what Malfoy was doing.

Harry wretched his hand away from the front of his trousers, where the heel of his hand had been digging fervently. Getting hard from seeing Snape and Malfoy together was bad enough; there was no way in hell he was going to touch himself to it.

"Damn you," Snape groaned, his eyes glazed with lust. "My desk," he ordered huskily, stepping back and quickly undoing the snaps on his robes. "Finish undressing."

Malfoy slid out of his y-fronts and hoisted himself onto the desk, spreading his legs wide and running his fingers lazily along his prick. His gray eyes trailed in Harry's direction, and Malfoy gave a firm jerk on his erection before turning back to Snape.

Snape, now stripped of his robe and shirt, tore Malfoy's hand away and replaced it with his own. Snape gave Malfoy's cock a firm squeeze. "I am in control here," he growled, and Malfoy smirked up at him defiantly. He moaned shamelessly as Snape's hand pumped his cock, thrusting into Snape's hand.

Snape drew his wand, earning a confused look from Malfoy, then performed a silencing charm on the room. Malfoy grinned, leaning forward against Snape's shoulder, and bit hard. Snape's eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a low grown.

Feeling himself straining painfully against his trousers, Harry resigned to strumming his fingers across his his erection. He chewed his lip to prevent himself from making a noise.

Snape gave Malfoy's prick a few hard tugs, his thumb rubbing along the head, and suddenly Malfoy was climaxing hard, his come spurting onto Snape's abdomen.

Harry bucked into his hand, shivering. He should not, should not be this aroused.

Snape reached for his wand again, most likely planning on cleaning himself, but Malfoy's hot tongue was quicker, and Snape moaned out loud as Malfoy slowly licked him clean. Malfoy's hands wandered to Snape's zip, and Snape abruptly pushed him away.

"Bend over the desk," he demanded, taking over the task of undoing his zip. Malfoy braced his hands against the desk compliantly, leaning forward and displaying his arse. Snape grabbed a container of something slick and clear, spreading it liberally over his fingers. He pressed one finger slowly into Malfoy's exposed arse, slipping it in and out carefully, then gradually added a second and third. Snape shifted his position slightly, and Malfoy gasped.

Harry glanced from Snape to Malfoy, and found that Malfoy was already half-hard again. Harry clenched his teeth, rubbing the heel of his palm ardently against his throbbing erection.

Snape coated his own erection liberally in the same gel-like substance he had used on his fingers, then paused to admire Malfoy's form sprawled out in front of him. Malfoy pushed his arse back impatiently against Snape's prick, and Snape gave an involuntary shudder. Slowly, Snape began to ease his length into Malfoy, his hands skating up Malfoy's chest and playing with his nipples.

When he was just over halfway in, Malfoy wriggled against him eagerly. Snape gave a low moan and thrust in to the hilt. Malfoy continued to writhe against him, and after a few thrusts Snape seemed to find a particularly good angle, and Malfoy let out a low, throaty moan. Before long, Malfoy was coming again, his prick untouched. Shortly after, Snape gave a violent shudder, gripping Malfoy's arse firmly. He slid out after a moment, come dripping out of Malfoy's opening.

Harry felt a sudden heat pool in his groin, and then something inside him ruptured. He glanced down, barely conscious of what had happened; the front of his trousers was hot and sticky and covered in tell-tale stains. He felt a sudden feeling of shame wash over him.

Snape fetched his wand, casting a cleansing spell on himself, Malfoy, and the desk. Harry wished futilely that Snape would cast the spell on him so that he didn't have to return to his dorm in his state.

Snape tucked himself back into his trousers and began meticulously buttoning his shirt. "You were unusually wanton tonight," Snape commented, tossing Malfoy his y-fronts.

Malfoy smirked. "You were the one breathing down my neck in class," he replied pointedly. He tilted his chin up and leaned toward Snape. Snape glared at him irritably, but obliged to lean in and press a kiss to Malfoy's lips. The blond reached one hand up to Snape's neck to deepen the kiss, but Snape swiftly pushed him away.

"You'd best be going before your housemates become suspicious," Snape said coolly, handing Malfoy his robes. Malfoy finished dressing, and Snape reversed the locking and silencing charms.

Malfoy opened the door but continued to block it, containing Harry inside. Frantically, Harry wondered if Malfoy planned to trap him inside with Snape. "When is the soonest we can have another potions lesson, Professor?" Malfoy asked.

Snape sneered. "The wonders of youth," he muttered. "I'm beginning to believe you intend to kill me." When Malfoy remained at the doorway, Snape replied, "I believe any earlier than Saturday would arouse undue suspicion."

Malfoy shifted slightly so that there was a gap just wide enough for Harry to pass through. He seized it, brushing past Malfoy into the hallway.

The door closed quickly. Malfoy lunged at him and grabbed the hem of the cloak, partially exposing Harry. Malfoy's eyes flitted briefly to the wet, sticky stains at his groin.

"Enjoy the show, Potter?" Malfoy grinned menacingly. Harry blanched, ripping the cloak out of Malfoy's hands and using it to cover his trousers.

"You've had your laugh, Malfoy," he spat. "Piss off."

The blond scoffed, backing him against the wall. "You know, Potter, if you're really that desperate, you could always ask me for private potions tutoring," Malfoy murmured, his breath hot against Harry's ear. Harry felt himself harden.

"Fuck you," Harry rasped, throwing the cloak back over his shoulders and racing back to Gryffindor Tower.

He couldn't tell if Malfoy was taunting him or offering in earnest, and he wasn't sure which was worse.