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A Bump in the Night	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Bump in the Night

Author: Minks

Summary: Draco is bored with his nightly patrol of the corridors and longs for a bit of excitement...a tipsy Harry is just what he�s been waiting for.

Rating: NC17

Pairing(s): Harry/Draco

Author�s notes: I wrote this when the angstiness of �Forbidden� was getting me itchy for some fun, plotless smut. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I liked writing it. P.S. I have recently (to my chagrin) discovered that I am a bloody review whore...so please, please leave a review to feed my habit!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the world in which they live...I just like to think pervy thoughts about them. I am not making any money from this fan fic, it�s purely for entertainment.

Draco prowled silently through the darkened corridors, searching the secret alcoves behind suits of armor, the dark, dusty spaces beneath staircases, any little nook or niche that might be hiding students that were out of bed. He had already caught a pair of second years snogging in the broom closet outside the Great Hall. He smirked to himself as he remembered the terrified looks on their faces when they�d seen the light from his wand glinting off his Head Boy badge. Ahhh, it was almost too easy, these days.

He�d found a few stray Hufflepuffs last week that had burst into tears before he could so much as sneer at them. Who else? Right, there was a young Slytherin on Tuesday...but that one he�d let off with only a stern warning. Draco sighed. Patrolling the corridors just wasn�t as rewarding as it used to be. Just once, he�d like to get hold of a real catch...someone who was arrogant enough to expect free passage, someone who�d snipe back at him and make his blood boil, who would sneer at his badge, instead of trembling at the sight of it.

Draco turned a corner and proceeded down a set of stairs, heading down a long, portrait-lined corridor towards a promising looking location at the far end. He had walked a few feet past a statue of a humpbacked witch, when he heard someone bump into something behind him. He stilled, straining his ears in the silence. Yes, there was a definite rustle of clothing and heavy, irregular breathing. Draco turned around, lifting his lit wand to scan the corridor. Nobody in sight.

Draco�s pulse raced, excitement shooting like little sparks through his veins, making the hair on the back of his neck prickle. This was exactly what he�d been waiting for. It was turning out to be a very interesting night after all...he knew exactly who was in the corridor with him. He turned and began walking slowly away from the humpbacked witch, his smile almost feral. Time for some fun.

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Harry sagged in relief under his invisibility cloak as Draco turned around and began walking away. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with an unsteady hand and almost knocked his glasses off. He fought the urge to giggle, clapping his hand over his mouth as he waited for Draco to leave. That was close.

Harry had recently taken to sneaking off to the Hog�s Head after dinner, where the bartender was willing to slip him drinks under his cloak. He�d usually spend a few hours chatting with the old man, getting pleasantly drunk without the worry of anyone gawking at him. Of course, the old bartender got gawked at quite a bit, since it appeared he was talking to himself. But he didn�t seem to mind.

Usually Harry didn�t have any problems getting into the castle and back to his room in silence, but tonight he�d had a little too much fire whiskey, and was having a hard time clearing his mind of the potent haze that had claimed him. He hadn�t even checked the Marauder�s Map before coming out of the secret passageway behind the humpbacked witch. Oh, but who cared...he hadn�t been caught, after all. And how could he worry about anything when he felt so deliciously boneless and warm.

Once Harry had judged Draco to be far enough away that he could start making his way up to Gryffindor Tower, he walked slowly towards the nearest staircase, imagining his footsteps to be utterly soundless. He was heading in the opposite direction from Draco, but a loud, theatrical sigh from the blond caught Harry�s attention, and he stopped, swaying slightly on his unsteady feet. He turned his head in Draco�s direction, his curiosity getting the best of him, and he tiptoed as silently as he could back towards the Slytherin.

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Draco stood in front of the trophy case, peering in at the numerous awards and ribbons that lined the shelves. He smirked as he heard Harry drawing closer. Bloody hell, the boy was louder than a baby elephant. Did he really believe nobody was going to catch him wandering the corridors after hours when he didn�t even attempt to be silent?

Draco heard Harry stop a few feet behind him, and he smirked inwardly, ready to begin his torment of the Gryffindor. He raised one hand, placing it on the glass case, and stared broodingly at the Special Services to the School awards that Harry had won over the years. �Potter,� he whispered, his breath fogging the glass.

Harry heard his name and jumped, grabbing hastily at his cloak to keep it from sliding off him. He stepped a little closer, trying to breathe as quietly as possible.

�That Potter,� Draco said, wistfully. �So many awards, so many fans.� He sighed again. �I�ve never known anyone so courageous. Who else could have been brave enough and powerful enough to destroy the darkest wizard of our time at the age of 15? And he�s so modest about it, too.� He paused to prevent himself from breaking into laughter, biting his bottom lip hard.

Draco turned his attention to the Quidditch Cup that had Gryffindor�s name on it in large, gold letters. �Oh, and the way he looks when he�s flying! Merlin, he�s like a wet dream on a broom. All those tight muscles flexing, and the broom held firmly between those lovely, long legs. Mmmmm.�

Draco fully expected Harry to either run away in disgust at this point, or attempt to hex Draco in indignation, but Harry did neither. Instead, Draco heard something that sounded suspiciously like, �Meep!� from the invisible boy behind him. He hid a smirk, and decided to take his joke further.

�Oh, if only I could tell him how I really feel,� Draco sighed. �I wonder if he�d let me touch him...I�d give anything to feel those lush, full lips against mine, to find out what makes him go wild with lust. And if all the rumors about his cock are really true, I think I could die happy if he�d just let me lick it once.� Draco paused again, realizing that Harry�s breathing had turned to full-on panting now, and he was momentarily confused. Was Potter enjoying this? No, probably just panting with revulsion and anger, that was what it was. He wondered how long he could keep this up before the little homophobe hexed him into next Tuesday. Ah well, he may not get a chance to freak Potter out like this ever again, he might as well do it properly now. It would be worth it to see the expression on Potter�s face when Draco ripped that invisibility cloak off him.

�Eyes that green should be made illegal,� Draco continued, letting his voice go husky and breathy. �Oh, and that perfect arse of his, it�s bloody devastating to watch him walking ahead of me, knowing I can�t reach out and squeeze it.� Draco took his hand off the trophy case and slid it down his own chest, slowly. �What wouldn�t I give for one chance to see him naked, every inch of skin bared for me to lick, bite, suck and kiss.�

Draco slid his hand down to his waist, then decided to keep going, and let his fingers brush over his half-hard cock, making him shudder. He knew Harry could see his reflection in the glass, and he made a production of letting his eyes flutter shut, arching his back as he stroked the fabric covering his gradually hardening erection. �I wonder what he�d say if he knew I think about him every time I toss off.� Draco whispered, rubbing his cock more firmly with his palm, his eyes still closed. �That I have never shagged anyone without pretending it was him?�

Draco was surprised that Harry still hadn�t reacted. He opened his eyes slowly, and gave a start when he saw Harry reflected in the glass, standing behind him. Draco turned around quickly, an amusing insult on his lips and his wand ready to defend himself, but he was stopped by the look of pure lust on Harry�s face.

Harry had dropped his invisibility cloak to the floor, and it lay puddled around his shoes. His breathing was ragged, his heart was thundering in his chest, and his heated blood was rushing to his already fully erect prick. He stared at Draco intensely, his eyes flashing green fire, his mouth was parted slightly, and he slid the tip of his tongue out to wet his lips.

Draco searched for something to say, but before he got a word out, Harry had lunged at him, sealing their lips together and slipping one hand into Draco�s robe to rub his cock through his trousers. Draco moaned and squirmed against him, dropping his wand to run his hands over Harry�s back and arse. Draco�s mind was a confused muddle of ecstasy at finally getting his hands on the boy he�d had wet dreams about for years, and fear that Harry was doing this in an effort to call his bluff and make a fool of him.

He realized that Harry tasted strongly of alcohol, and he groaned, pulling free of the kiss with difficulty. That explained a lot. �Wait a minute, Potter� he gasped, �you�ve been drinking, you don�t know what you�re doing.� Harry ignored him, placing hot, wet kisses on Draco�s neck and tugging Draco�s robes open to unbutton his shirt, gaining access to Draco�s collar bone and chest.

�Merlin, Harry, stop now, before I can�t stop myself,� Draco pleaded, whimpering as Harry grazed his teeth over his nipples and then licked them lavishly. Harry opened Draco�s shirt up further, revealing the lean ridges of muscle in his abdomen, and Harry growled as he hungrily ran his mouth over the taught skin, circling Draco�s belly button with his tongue before dipping inside it.

Draco squealed, clutching at Harry�s head. �Fuck, Potter, you�d better not say I took advantage of you in your drunken state,� Draco muttered, gasping harshly as Harry unzipped his pants and slid his cock out, swallowing it down his throat. �Shit, that feels bloody marvelous,� Draco whispered, raggedly, his head rolling back to rest on the trophy case, feeling rather intoxicated himself. �You�re fucking incredible, you know that? Hotter than you�ve any right to be, walking around here everyday like you own the bloody place, with those tight fucking jeans on, and your hair messed up like you just got shagged. Oh, you sexy fucking bastard, how I�ve wanted to get you on your knees like this, mmmm...yes, that�s perfect, ohhh...just like that.�

Draco looked down at Harry�s head, and ran his hands through the thick, silky black hair. Harry sucked diligently on Draco�s cock, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin and rolling Draco�s balls gently in one hand. His own cock was begging for attention, but he refused to touch himself. He had fantasized about reducing Draco Malfoy to a gasping, shuddering mess, and he didn�t want to be distracted. Thank Merlin for Ogden�s Best, without which he�d never have had to bollocks to do this. His famous Gryffindor courage had its limits.

�Harry,� Draco gasped, �look at me.� His legs almost buckled under him when Harry looked up, his green eyes almost glowing with lust as his mouth kept working up and down Draco�s leaking cock. Draco locked his eyes with Harry�s, sweating with the powerful, focused pleasure that was spreading through his body. �Merlin, I could come just looking at you,� Draco moaned, his hips bucking gently into Harry�s mouth, which Harry took as a cue to intensify his efforts.

Draco moaned with each stroke in and out of Harry�s mouth, and as his cries grew louder, Harry sucked harder and faster. Soon Draco�s entire body stiffened, and he cried out as hot streams of come shot down Harry�s throat. Harry kept on sucking as Draco�s orgasm pulsed strongly through his cock, swallowing every drop and licking Draco clean, enjoying Draco�s whimpers.

Draco felt as if he�d been turned to rubber, and he sank slowly down to the ground, aided gently by Harry. He lay there for a few moments, and Harry waited patiently for him to recover, trying to keep his mind off his needy cock. Draco finally spoke. �You�ve killed me,� he whispered, looking up at Harry dazedly. �I�ve died, haven�t I?� He saw amusement light up the beautiful green eyes.

�I�m might have to kill you if you don�t take care of this soon,� Harry purred, jokingly, taking Draco�s hand and placing it over his bulging trousers. �That is, if I haven�t left you permanently incapacitated with my incredible sexual skills?�

�I always knew you were a cocky arsehole,� Draco said, smirking as best as he could when he felt so relaxed. �Now, what makes you think I�m going to return the favor? Especially out here in the middle of a corridor where someone could come along and find us?� he asked, smugly.

�Well, I�d have thought you�d want to start something between us, after all that sighing over my trophies, but if this was just a one-off for you I can go find someone else that�s interested,� Harry said, shrugging nonchalantly. �I�d bet the Creevey brothers would be happy to oblige.�

Draco scrambled up, hurriedly, pushing Harry over on his back. �Oh, shut up, you stupid bastard. You think you can suck me off till my fucking heart stops and expect me to let you go that easily?� He opened Harry�s robes and shirt as he spoke, Harry chuckling in amusement as he lifted his hips to help Draco slide his trousers, pants, and shoes off. �Unbelievable!� Draco muttered, enviously, eyes roving hungrily over Harry�s long, thick cock. �The rumors are true, then. You really are perfect in every way.�

Draco shucked off his own trousers, pants and shoes, but left his unbuttoned shirt and robe on as he straddled Harry, leaning forward to kiss the Gryffindor deeply. He ground his bare arse into Harry�s hard cock, and Harry moaned with need, clutching Draco to him and bucking up with his hips.

�What if someone does come along, Harry?� Draco mumbled, between kisses.

�Map,� Harry mumbled back, pulling an old piece of parchment out of his robe and tapping it, muttering a few words before spelling it to the wall. He pointed to two dots labeled with their names. �We are here.� He went back to kissing Draco�s throat and collar bone.

Draco peered at the map, curiously. Nobody else was around their corridor. �No wonder I can�t seem to catch you out after hours,� he said, smirking, and he returned to kissing Harry and grinding into his cock. �You�ve been playing dirty.�

Harry grinned, capturing Draco�s lips with his own and squeezing the blond�s firm arse.

Draco grabbed his wand off the floor, using a wordless spell Blaise had taught him to stretch and lubricate the entrance to his arse, never taking his mouth off the Gryffindor. Harry, who was still heavily buzzed, hadn�t even noticed. Draco set his wand back down, using both hands to rub and tease Harry�s nipples, causing the dark haired boy to groan loudly and suck hard on Draco�s neck.

Pleased with the reaction he was getting, Draco moved down to run the tip of his tongue over Harry�s sensitive nipples, eliciting whimpers and moans that gave him goosebumps and caused his cock to become half-hard once more.

�Need you,� Harry gasped, writhing as Draco sucked and bit at his nipples, driving him wild. �Please, I can�t wait any longer.�

The raw need in Harry�s voice went straight to Draco�s cock, and he shifted his lower body, preparing to give Harry the shag of his life. He held Harry�s cock in one hand to position it at his loosened, slick entrance, then he dropped his weight down on it, letting the thick shaft impale him in one stroke. Draco�s mouth muffled Harry�s yelp of surprise as the tight, hot sheath pulsed around him.

�Oh, Merlin, what did you do?� Harry gasped, when Draco broke the kiss.

Draco didn�t answer, but began to rock against Harry, making Harry mumble incoherently.

�Feel good?� Draco whispered, kissing Harry again.

�Fuck, yes,� Harry said, grabbing hold of Draco�s hips and thrusting up into him.

Draco reached down and teased Harry�s nipple with one hand, his other fisting his now fully hard cock to pump at it firmly in time with Harry�s strokes.

�Tell me when I hit your prostate,� Harry said, pulling Draco�s hips into a slight angle while thrusting up. He knew he�d found it when Draco cried out, his eyes closed in an expression close to pain, his internal muscles clenching against Harry�s cock.

�Oh, gods, right there, Harry,� Draco gasped, opening his eyes to look at Harry�s face, which was sweating and flushed with passion.

Harry pumped faster, lifting Draco slightly each time he pulled away, and letting go of the blond as he entered him again, the downward force of Draco�s weight helping add power to Harry�s upward thrusts. Both boys were moaning and gasping, neither looking away from the other as they felt the tightening in their balls that signaled their orgasms were fast approaching.

Draco came first, spurting thickly over Harry�s stomach and chest, and Harry came a fraction of a second later, exploding into Draco with a howl. Draco collapsed onto Harry, kissing him weakly and using his wand to clean them both. �Merlin,� he whispered against Harry�s neck. �I don�t think I�d mind patrolling the corridors so much if I caught you out of bed every night.�

Harry kissed him, then smiled, wickedly. �I�ll do my best to be careless more often, then.�

Draco pushed himself up to look down at Harry properly. �Tomorrow night?� he asked, lust already burning in his eyes.

�I�ll find you on the map,� Harry said, grinning.

�Shit, the map!� Draco said, reaching out to snatch it off the wall. �We haven�t been checking it.� He looked at it quickly, then bolted off Harry. �Fuck, Snape�s coming, hurry up, get dressed!�

They dressed hurriedly, Draco doing a much better job than Harry, who was still somewhat unsteady.

�Your invisibility cloak,� Draco said, seeing Snape drawing closer on the map. �Get under it, quick.�

Harry pulled his cloak over him, standing against the wall, his trousers on backwards, his shirt and robe hanging open, and his shoes held in his hand. He leaned against the cool stone dreamily, and watched as Draco smoothed his robes and hair, hastily shoving the map into his pocket.

Professor Snape turned the corner, approaching Draco. �Mr. Malfoy,� he said, �is everything all right?�

�Oh, just fine, Professor. What brings you here?� Draco asked, feigning surprise.

Snape looked around the corridor suspiciously. �You didn�t hear anything from this corridor?�

�I didn�t hear a thing, Sir. Did you?� Draco asked, the innocent expression on his face making Harry want to laugh.

�I could swear I heard bumping noises coming from this corridor while I was leaving the Staff Room,� Snape said, looking rather unsure of himself at Draco�s lack of corroboration. �And something very like a howl, too,� he added, hesitantly, �like a wolf in mating season?�

�No, Sir, I didn�t hear anything like that,� Draco said, trying to keep from laughing, �but I�ll certainly keep a close eye on this corridor for any unusual activity.�

�Yes, that would be wise,� Snape said, his eyes darting around the corridor as if he expected the noises to start again. He began to walk away, looking quite disconcerted.

�Goodnight, Sir,� Draco called after him. �Don�t worry about the banging and moaning, I�ll make sure I get to the bottom of it.�

�It was bumping and howling,� Snape muttered in reply, still looking around uneasily as he made his way to the stairs that would take him down to the dungeons. It had been a long day, that�s what it was. He wasn�t hearing things. It had just been a long day filled with idiot children who weren�t worthy of learning from the greatest Potions Master alive. Nothing a hot bath and a stiff drink couldn�t cure. Snape picked up his pace, eager to get back to his room to relax and forget about the noises that weren�t really there.

Draco looked at the map, watching Snape�s tiny dot move further away from them. He turned to Harry, reaching out till he felt the invisibility cloak, then pulled it off to reveal the smirking Gryffindor.

�Well, Mr. Potter,� Draco drawled, his eyes lighting with mischief. �I�ve promised my Head of House to get to the bottom of the strange noises coming from this corridor. As a result, I�m afraid I�m going to have to make a thorough examination of yours.�

�I�d be happy to volunteer,� Harry winked, pulling Draco against him. �Come on, I know a place we can do all the bumping and howling we want without getting caught.�

�Your secret room on the seventh floor?� Draco asked, pulling on Harry�s ear lobe gently with his teeth, making the dark haired boy shiver.

�Mmmm, yes...we�ll ask for soundproofed walls.�
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