Scandalous

A/N: Might not be the best way to introduce myself, but it wouldn't stop bouncing around so here you have it. Shameless not-quite-porn-but-close-enough.

“Damn it Potter,” he whispered hot against my ear, his voice overriding the gasps from watching classmates. “We have appearances to keep up. Fucking pretend at least.” I shoved him against a wall, pinning him with my body and watching his eyes darken.

“Pretend what? That I still hate you? I can’t even look at you without seeing my cock in your mouth or your face when you came and you want me to go back to fisticuffs in the hallways when all I can think about is fucking you against the nearest surface?”

I pulled away, tugged a hand through my hair, and walked away shaking and just as hard as I had been since last week.

“What are we doing Potter?” Harry looked up long enough from licking his way down a flat stomach to glare. “Shut it Malfoy. No questions, no worries, no obligations.” With that said he had sucked the pre-cum off the tip of the dick he held in his hand, and any other complaints were lost in a low groan.

For the next week they pretended to ignore one another while watching almost obsessively. At lunch, when Hermione poked him sharply in the ribs, Harry scowled and look up. “What?”

He locked eyes with the newest person, standing at the end of the table. “Malfoy?” He asked, and watched the other boy’s throat bob as he swallowed.

“I can’t,” he heard vaguely over the blood rushing from his head. “I can’t stop…” He broke off as Harry nodded, mouth dry, in complete understanding. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, grasping the silver and green striped tie and yanking him forward until he was straddling Harry.

“Worth the house points we’re going to lose?” Harry chuckled lowly, running his thumb slowly down the pale cheek and completely ignoring the squawk of nearby people. It was easy to do when that mouth that looked softer then it was curled into a half smirk before it pressed against his.

Harry never did know how they made it away from the hordes of people demanding answers, or how they found an empty classroom but they did.

He was slung into a desk and he pulled Malfoy –because it wasn’t Draco, not yet, no matter how crazy it seemed- with him and when their hips aligned their moans complimented one another.

Hands ran under robes and cupped asses as they ground together, tongues tangling with one another before trailing down cheeks to lap at tendons and nibble collar bones.

Harry bit harshly, loving the gasp that came and twitch that accompanied it and the imprint of him  on that pale skin and then he was arching and scrambling and coming even as Malfoy picked up the pace for a few desperate seconds before he found his own.

They panted against one another for a few moments, still half undressed on the desk and Harry grinned slightly at the thought. “Next time,” he murmured into the others ear, running a finger down his spine.

“Next time, I want you to come in my mouth while I’m on my knees in front of this desk.” Malfoy groaned aloud even as he pulled him closer, mouth already seeking his out and cock twitching slightly.

Harry chuckled into his mouth, twisting fingers in the fine blond hair and thought that Draco had a certain ring to it after all.