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Of Thwarted Plans	By : faithwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Of Thwarted Plans

Draco Malfoy had a plan. It was a good plan too. He would sneak out of the dormitories and head out for the Room of Requirement, and once there, he would brood and maybe have a peaceful wank.
Well, okay, he would definitely have a wank, yes, that was why he was going there. I wasn't his fault he liked to be somewhere quiet, on a preferably squishy bed with silk sheets, and you didn't get that in the dormitories. It wasn't like Draco was fussy about these things, like silky sheets, it's just ... well he had standards.

When he thought about his plan later, he realized that he should've known. Really, every single plan he ever had ended the same. Somehow incredibly, impossibly he was viciously thwarted by bloody Potter.

Draco didn't know, when he entered the room, that it was already in use, but he should've known, because that was just his life. Nothing ever went his way.

The room was draped in gold and red and candlelight, and it was so tacky that Draco couldn't forgive himself for not realizing instantaneously that Potter was there.

It took a splash of water to alert him that he wasn't alone. He turned around, bewildered, and realized that in the far corner of the room there was a huge circular bathtub. A huge circular, occupied, bathtub.

So, okay, maybe the logical thing to do at that point would be to run out, but Draco's feet stumbled on a silvery fabric, and he knew who was in the bath even though he didn't see him yet.
Draco wasn't sure what possessed him to pick up Potter's Invisibility Cloak and drape it across his shoulders. It wasn't that Draco wanted to see Potter naked. Of course not. What a disgusting thought. No, it was more of a ... you know, seeing him naked for a laugh. Because Potter was a scrawny little thing, and his prick was tiny, of course it was. That was just logic. Draco stayed to have a laugh, not to get some weird, unwanted wank-fodder.

So, Draco waited, impatiently � really, he had much better things to do, like have a wank, and oh, that plan was completely ruined, by the way, thanks to Potter. Draco could either leave now, and not have a wank, or stay to see Potter naked, which, of course would be an equivalent of a cold shower, and not have a wank. Thank you very much Scarface!

Another splash was heard and Draco craned his neck to see better, as Harry Potter emerged from the bathtub.

Oh.

Well, Merlin's sagging bollocks. The person that rose from the tub, was lean and muscular and ... handsome and ... ravishable.

Okay, so that obviously wasn't Potter. Draco watched as the figure dried himself off with a quick drying spell, making steam rise from his body, leaving him dry and leaving Draco aroused.

Well, maybe he looked a bit like Potter. He had his hair. Now that it was dry, it was hard to miss the there's-a-big-storm-outside style Potter fancied. Then there was the telltale scar, which Draco saw even from where he was standing, a few feet away. And he had green eyes that looked ... greener somehow without Potter's glasses.

Okay, so obviously it was Potter. But where did Potter get those muscles? He always looked so pathetic in those stupid oversized clothes of his. And well, that was a nice cock. Not humungous or anything, just perfect-sized, proportional ...

Merlin! Did he, Draco Malfoy, just proclaim that he liked Potter's cock? He had to get out of here. Fast. There was a strange mind-controlling spell on this place. Yes, that was it. He needed to leave.

Potter crossed the room, moving towards the bed, and Draco didn't dare to breathe, not to mention move. Potter passed by him just inches away, well, okay feet, but still, it was much too close. Because Potter was naked, and just prancing around without any clothes, like he owns the place.

Potter walked to the bed and apparently decided to climb on top of it, giving Draco a nice view of ... um ... lovely, rounded buttocks. Lickable buttocks.

Draco wished he could slap himself. It was the weird mind-controlling spell on this place that was making him think like this, he reminded himself. Draco didn't actually think like this about Potter's arse. Potter's arse was the farthest thing on his mind. No, wait, Potter's arse was inexistent in Draco's mind. For Merlin's sake, Draco wasn't even gay.

Well, okay, he was, if you wanted to get technical about it. Maybe he didn't have sex with a girl, yet, and maybe he sucked a cock ... or two, and maybe he fucked a guy once, or twice. Okay, fourteen times and a half. (And no one would ever know what that half means, but it happens to everyone, okay?) But he wasn't really gay, because of course he would marry a girl. One day. To secure the Malfoy line and all ... It was only proper ...

Was Potter caressing himself?

It was time for Draco to leave. Potter was here to have a wank, that much was obvious, and Draco should leave. Or he could hex Potter. Or he could vanish his clothes!

Pleased with this new plan, Draco moved closer to the bed. To find Potter's clothes, of course. Not to ogle or anything. Potter's clothes were probably near the bathtub, a little evil voice in Draco's head said. Draco mentally squashed his stupid, unhelpful thoughts.

Potter was lying on his back on the bed, completely naked, his eyes closed, his left hand pinching his nipple, and his right hand trailing over his flat stomach.

Draco was not affected by this. Oh no.

He did get a little closer, his toes hitting the bed, and Potter was right there in front of him, touching himself, as though this was some private display just for Draco. So, okay, maybe Draco thought about Potter sometimes, but now his fantasies paled in comparison with the real thing. Potter was not so ... well, sexual in his fantasies. He was a bit of an idiot in his fantasies, really. Draco swallowed and took a careful breath. His traitorous body informed him that he liked this display a lot. Damn.

Potter shifted restlessly, and reached out for his wand and waved it in the direction of his nipple. Draco watched, amazed, as Potter hissed, and a small silver hoop appeared on Potter's left nipple. Potter took the hoop between his fingers and pulled it none too gently, moaning and as he did so.

Draco nearly whimpered, his moth suddenly dry, his tongue desperate to lick the flesh Potter was abusing. The pink nub was soon swollen and Potter bit his lip and moaned, as he moved towards the other nipple and pinched that one as well until it looked equally abused. Potter's other hand, was caressing one thigh slowly, with lazy strokes. He was clearly teasing himself, trying not to grab his achingly hard cock. Cock that made Draco's mouth water with the desire to taste it.

Potter stopped suddenly, and Draco almost screamed at him to get the fuck back to what he was doing. Waving his wand again, and murmuring the incantation Draco knew very well, Potter moved his now wet, right hand towards his cock.

It was a hard decision for Draco. Should he keep watching Potter fondle the silver ring on his nipple or should he watch him stroke his cock?

But Draco's decision was reached when Potter's hand bypassed the heavy cock, and reached behind Potter's balls, to ...

Draco bit his lip, and smirked under the Invisibility Cloak. Well, well, well, who would have thought? Potter liked to play with his arse, did he?

Potter liked that a lot, apparently, because he moaned, as he pushed, not one but two fingers inside his arse with practiced ease. He lifted his arse in the air, digging in his heels on the bed, but his fingers slipped out, so he lifted his feet up instead, bending them at the knees, exposing his opening completely to Draco's hot gaze. He shoved the fingers inside more forcefully, fucking himself, not forgetting to pull the ring with his other hand.

Draco could feel his blood rush to his cock, he could feel it throb, and he thought that in that moment he would give anything just to be allowed to shove it in Potter's arse.

Soon, Potter was impaling himself on three fingers, the sight of that the most erotic thing that Draco had ever seen, and he had seen ... stuff. But the most beautiful things were the sounds Potter was making, the breathless little moans, that were inflaming Draco's insides. Just as Draco considered the possibility to take off the cloak and just fuck Potter right here and now, consequences be dammed, Potter stopped and moved his hands away.

Green eyes snapped open and Potter took several deep breaths, apparently trying to calm himself. He lifted himself up a little, and Draco watched, mesmerized, as Potter's expression became on of deep concentration and quite suddenly, a flesh-colored dildo appeared in Potter's hand.

Draco decided he wouldn't fuck Potter just yet. This was something that he wanted to see.

But much to Draco's surprise Potter didn't reach down and shoved the thing inside, instead he sat up and then knelt down, coming dangerously close to Draco and Draco stopped breathing just in case. Potter was to far gone to notice anything though, and he sat on his heels and waved his wand at the dildo again.

Bemused, Draco watched with raised eyebrows as the dildo stilled in the air right in front of Potter's face.

It was truly amazing that Draco didn't whimper out loud when he realized what Potter was about to do. He did whimper however, when Potter stuck out his tongue and licked the dildo wetly. But Potter moaned loudly at the same time and Draco was allowed to hope that his own sounds remained unheard.

Potter moved his tongue slowly and expertly, licking form the base to the tip with long, wet swipes, moaning as he did so, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

They both whimpered again as Potter took the dildo fully in his mouth, his hands traveling downwards to fondle his balls, but carefully avoiding his cock.

Potter's cheeks hollowed as he sucked the toy, letting it leave his mouth completely. He finished the movement with an audible slurp, a circular swipe of his tongue, and a sharp intake of breath before he took the dildo back inside his mouth greedily, taking more and more of it in every time, until he managed to take the whole thing, swallowing and groaning.

Draco was desperate to touch himself. He needed relief, he needed to take off his pants and wrap his hands around his own cock. Or better yet, he needed those full lips to wrap themselves around him, and he needed that mouth to suck him dry. If he didn't do something soon, Draco was sure that he was going to die!

This was too much for Potter as well, apparently, because soon enough he stopped and took the wand in his hand again. Draco didn't react only because he wanted to know what Potter would do now.

Potter breathed with difficultly, and was seemingly unable to decide what he wanted to do next. Draco was prepared to release him from his miseries and decide instead of him. Really � not a problem. All that Potter needed to do now was bend over. But Potter finally reached a decision and waved his wand at the roof of the bed and a long rope appeared in front of him.

Puzzled, Draco watched, wide-eyed as Potter magiked the dildo behind himself, and Draco could easily deduct from the rise of Potter's arse and a shuddering moan that followed, that the dildo penetrated him.

Soon he realized that Potter needed the rope for leverage, because he grabbed it firmly and murmured the spell to make the dildo move on its own and fuck him.

Potter was gripping the rope, practically sagging on it and making small needy sounds as he rocked in time with the dildo's thrusts, the muscles in his thighs stretching and shuddering.

Draco cursed inwardly, he wanted to see the dildo, but he would have to move form his current position and walk around the bed to do that, and he didn't want to stop watching Potter's face that was contorted in pleasure and need. In the very moment Draco thought that, a mirror appeared by the side of the bed, and suddenly Draco could see quite clearly the dildo that moved inside Potter's arse, with fast, strong thrusts that just had to be painful.

This was a beautiful, wonderful, helpful room, really.

But Draco couldn't take this anymore, this was too much. Potter looked so fuckable that Draco decided that he simply had to have him. Right now, or he would go insane.

Potter reached with one of his hands for his cock and soon he was pulling on it harshly, making choking sounds, his whole body trembling from arousal and exertion.

Draco made a plan. He would take off this cloak, disarm Potter, take out the stupid, undeserving, lucky dildo, out of Potter's arse, and shove his own cock inside.

Draco's rarely acknowledged morals squirmed at the thought. That would be rape, wouldn't it?

Potter moaned out a dying sound, shuddering and twitching and Draco morals flew through the window. He would take off his cloak, he would fuck him, then he would Obliviate him, and then he would run � that was simple enough. Potter wouldn't be happy about it, but well, what could Draco do? He doubted very much that Potter would let him fuck him if Draco asked politely. Obviously, that would never happen ...

"Draco!" Potter howled and came spectacularly, all over his hand and the bed.

Draco froze, and the hand that was already removing the cloak remained stuck in the air.

What?

Draco?

That was his name.

Did Potter just ...?

Draco stared at his school rival, the boy who always hated him, the boy who barely noticed him.

The boy who cried out his name during orgasm.

Well, there you go now. See? Draco had a plan. A very good, solid plan.

Fuck, Obliviate, leave.

Simple.

Trust Potter to thwart him.

TBC
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