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Scratch The Surface	By : charmedtodeath Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don�t own Harry Potter

In a small, dimly lit room, rough hands calloused from playing quidditch, lightly gripped a pencil. Drawing long, smooth marks across a blank sheet of paper. Shading, swirling and gliding, a pair of eyes were slowly beginning to appear, along with a small pointed nose and pair of perfectly shaped lips. The boy paused, stood up, and headed down into the kitchen for a glass of water.
�What are you up to in there boy?� A voice shouted from the living room. �Not writing to those freaky friends of yours, are you?� The voice bellowed. �No Uncle Vernon. Actually I am writing to my godfather. He starts to get worried that something is wrong, if I don�t write to him every once in a while and convince him otherwise.� He shouted back. There was no reply. The boy felt a bit guilty about not having told his aunt and uncle that his godfather had died last summer. But nonetheless, he deserved respect, and when people think an escaped murderer is at your beck and call, respect you shall have.
The boy then reached for a cup, turned on the tap, and held his glass under the running water until he was satisfied. Trudging back up the stairs, he turned and glared at the back of his uncle�s pudgy head.

When he returned to his desk and sat down, pulling the paper closer, and picking up his pencil, he startled. �What the hell?� He thought. He glared down at the eyes on the piece of paper. They glared back. On his paper, the sneering face of his school rival smirked up at him. �Twitchy ferret.� He said as he crumpled up the paper and threw it in the waste bin.

Tonight was Harry Potter�s last night with the Dursley�s. The Weasley�s had invited Harry to stay the rest of the summer at the burrow with Ron. Hermione would be showing up in two weeks, when she returned from her vacation to America. When he got there, he would finally be able to relax and have the vacation that he deserved, instead of being stuck in his bedroom all summer long. Harry considered the Weasley�s to be more of a family to him than his own relatives. The Dursley�s had never loved him, and frankly, he could couldn�t care less, now that he felt part of a real family.

After sitting on his bed, flipping through the pages of Quidditch Through The Ages for close to an hour, Harry was tired. It was around nine o�clock, and he had decided that if he went to bed early, the morning would arrive that much faster, and he would be gone sooner. Setting down his book, Harry stood up from his bed and walked over to his desk where the glass of water still sat. He took a large gulp and set it back down, before stripping himself of his blue jeans and baggy, black T-shirt. Pulling back the blankets, Harry climbed into the bed and lay staring at the ceiling. He briefly wondered what had possessed him to draw a picture of Draco Malfoy earlier that evening, but dismissed it by telling himself that his subconscious must have chosen the image, because the sneering face was burned into his memory. He wondered If Malfoy ever smiled.

Harry awoke with a start. Sitting upright, his sheets came up with him, and he struggled to untangle himself from their grasp. He shuddered as he recalled his dream.

~A hot tongue slowly made it�s way down from his collar bone, to his right nipple, encircling it and giving it a flick, then a sharp tug. A groan escaped his lips, as a warm, wet trail was licked across his chest towards his other nipple. Licks turned into moist kisses, trailing lower still, and the talented tongue slipped into his navel. Warm fingers traveled up towards his now hardened nipples, squeezing and twisting in time with the tongue dancing in and out of his navel. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the tongue slide lower and lower, hot breath teasing his skin, and leaving goose bumps appearing in it�s wake. His cock throbbed in anticipation. He lifted his head to look into the pools of liquid silver, staring up at him from between his legs. He woke.~
Harry felt the presence of his hard cock against his stomach, pre-cum glistening, and begging for attention. He glared at it. That evil git, was even able to infuriate him in his dreams. After he adjusted his sheets, Harry laid back down with the intention of ignoring his� Problem. After a few minutes of desperately trying, and failing to ignore the image of Malfoy�s sliver eyes shining with that predatory hunger - his lips curved upward, in a decidedly sexy, smirk; Harry could take it no longer. He threw his covers off of him in frustration, and abruptly sat up. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he made his way to his waste bin and grabbed the rumpled portrait. When he made his way back over to his bed, he began to slowly open up the balled up paper. After studying the picture of the sneering, slytherin for a few minutes, he decided that for an evil, death-eater in training, Malfoy had very nice lips.
His leaking cock twitched at the though of what those lips would have done to him, had he not woken up so soon. Laying down to make himself more comfortable, Harry held the portrait in his left hand and stared into the eyes of his rival. They seemed to be mocking him, as if they knew that this was going to happen. Thinking about what the real Malfoy�s reaction would be, if he knew that Harry was about to wank off to his picture, Harry�s hand drifted to his nipple, giving it a light squeeze. His hot length twitched in response. Harry slid his hand slowly down his stomach and pictured the smug look that the slytherin would have, knowing that the boy-who-lived, had actually wanked to his picture.
Harry�s fingers slid around his shaft, and circled the weeping head with his thumb using his pre-cum to make his hand slide easier. He let out a whimper as his hand began pumping fast and hard - his eyes locked on his rival�s. Harry wondered if Malfoy would be turned on if he knew what was going on right now. Would he be disgusted? Or would he be tossing off too? Harry moaned, picturing Malfoy touching himself. He felt his muscles tightening and with his eyes still locked on Malfoy�s, he gave two last, hard pumps, and cried out, releasing his hot cum in thick spurts, across his chest and stomach.
Harry used a shirt to wipe himself clean. More than a bit disturbed by his actions, Harry pulled his blankets back around him, rolled over, and tried uselessly to go back to sleep.

A/N: I have chapter's 1-7 finished... To get the next chapter, leave me a review. Once I receive a satisfactory amount, I will supply you with another chapter. Much love, ~Charmed~
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