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What's My Name, Harry?	By : drkdsire Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3639 -:- 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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- 1-What's My Name, Harry?
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“Oy, Potter!” Harry groaned as an sneeringly familiar voice rang throughout the library. Of course Malfoy would find him, even though Harry had gone through great pains to seek out the most deserted corner. “Hey, Scarhead!” the voice was closer now, and Harry determinedly stared at his book on ancient runes. “Harry!” That got his attention. He turned wide eyes to the blond boy leaning casually against the bookshelf closest to Harry’s table.
“What did you just call me?” Harry asked slowly, his head spinning.
Malfoy smirked. “Harry.” Damn Malfoy for making his name sound so… sensual. “That is your name, isn’t it?”
It was. “But…you never call me Harry. It’s against the rules.”
A deliciously evil grin stretched across Malfoy’s face. He sauntered closer, so close, Harry could smell peppermint. His huge green eyes stared into dangerous silver ones. “Maybe it’s time to break some rules.” Warm breath brushed across his face, a warm glow beginning to spread throughout his body.
Harry gave his head a quick shake, then stood and backpedaled. He needed space from Malfoy’s intoxicating scent. “I mean, I don’t go around calling you…” Harry trailed off.
Calling him what, exactly? Harry desperately racked his brain. The blonde git had been Malfoy for so long that Harry had forgotten his first name. Oh, no. Malfoy would never let him live it down. He could hear the sneering voice: Great Harry Potter thinks he’s so important, yeah? Can’t be bothered to care about the rest of wizarding society.

“Calling me what, Harry?” It seemed Malfoy took a sort of perverse delight in the way Harry shivered when the name fell from his lips. Wasn’t there a bit more space between them a second ago?
“By your first name,” Harry finished lamely.
At this point, they were so close, if Harry so wished, he could lean in just an inch or so and…but Harry didn’t want to, so it was a moot point, anyway. Malfoy moved in and for a crazy, panicked filled moment, Harry thought their lips would touch and he couldn‘t breathe; instead, they moved past him to bump against the shell of his ear. “What’s my name, Harry?” The whisper came smoothly and delicately, but still, Harry jumped violently, his heart pounding.
“Wha-Malfoy?” Harry shuddered deeply as a pink tongue trailed lightly around his ear, stopping to allow teeth to tug on his earlobe. A hand crept up his stomach-where had his robes gone?-and drifted slowly to his left nipple. It poised there, as if preparing for attack.
Those sinful lips ceased the exquisite torture of his ear and kissed their way along his jaw and onto his neck. Teeth lightly nipped along the tanned expanse, followed by a tongue to soothed the marks. Harry drew in a deep breath, wanting so badly to arch into that hand over his chest, but being unable to move.
Malfoy moved away and Harry gave a strangled cry of despair, not seeing the smirk that marred the blonde’s face at the sound. Harry gasped at the shock of cold air, before realizing his shirt was gone, and his trousers were around his ankles. He was being lowered gently to ground onto a warm cloth-My robe, he realized-and felt a brief surge of embarrassment at the way he allowed Malfoy to maneuver him as if he were a rag doll, but Malfoy placed those damnable lips around his nipple, and sucked, and Harry forgot all else.
Elegant fingers were suddenly teasing the waistband of his boxers, and Harry, regaining his motor skills, forced out a strangled “Please!”

“What’s my name, Harry?” Malfoy whispered, his mouth moving against the skin over Harry’s stomach.
“Malfoy…please…” Harry repeated, and he could feel the bastard gloating. His boxers were ripped off with no further ado, and Harry had never felt so exposed. A-oh-warm, silky hand slowly, much too slowly, closed around his straining cock. With a whimper, Harry thrust weakly into that hand, his entire being focused on that one area. For a long moment, the hand did nothing but rest there, and Harry growled. He wanted, no, he needed, more.
“Harry.” Clouded green eyes swung to meet smoky silver. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…” How did Malfoy expect Harry to form coherent sentences now? “Move!” The word was a growled hiss, and Malfoy smiled. Harry only had a moment to appreciate the way the pointed face lit up before it swooped down on him and closed around his shaft firmly.
Harry couldn’t stop the harsh snarl that escaped his lips or the brutal thrust of his hips. A hand settled on his hip, effectively holding him down. Bloody Hell, that mouth was talented. The tongue rubbed insistently on the underside of his cock, while the wet heat of Malfoy’s mouth created an unbelievable suction.
The hand that wasn’t rubbing teasing pinching his nipples drifted down to fondle his ball sack. It cradled the heavy globes before sliding lower, and Harry felt the blunt edge of a wet finger delve between the firm mounds of his arse, following the sensitive skin until it came to a rest at his entrance. Stilling for a moment, Harry gasped. Did he want this? Was he ready for this with Malfoy of all people? Malfoy hummed deep in his throat and Harry relaxed at the vibrations cascading over his cock, feeling the finger breach him carefully.
Harry keened, his head hitting the floor with a low thud, and he felt Draco smile around his cock. The finger moved slowly, pushing in at an excruciating rate. Another finger was added, but Harry hardly noticed. Soon, Malfoy had three fingers inside the raven-haired youth, and with a practiced motion, crooked them. A wonderful explosion of bliss burst inside his body, forcing Harry to thrust down hard onto those fingers. He almost came then and there, but Malfoy bit down, hard enough to stop the orgasm, but not hard enough to hurt.

His tongue soothed the places where his teeth had been in a slightly apologetic gesture before the entire mouth was removed.
“Wait!” Harry cried in a fit of panic. Would Malfoy leave him here? On the brink of orgasm?
“Don’t worry, Harry,” Malfoy’s voice sounded gravelly as he positioned himself between the flustered boy’s legs. He placed Harry’s legs over his shoulders and placed his cock head at the stretched entranced. “You’ll get it all.” With that, Malfoy pierced the wet hole.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut at the discomfort of the intrusion, the feel of the burn pushing all other thoughts from his head.
Malfoy stopped, allowing Harry to get used to the foreign object, before sliding all the way in. He changed the angle of his thrusts, then withdrew carefully before thrusting back in cruelly.
His aim hit the wonderful spot that had Harry hooking his legs and pulling Malfoy in deeper.
A low chuckle sounded somewhere in Draco’s chest as Harry arched prettily onto his cock, his body begging for more.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the library corner, and Harry closed his eyes as the wonderfully new pleasures assaulted him. A pale hand wrapped around his cock, and Harry admired the contrast of pale on brown. A particularly brutal thrust had him squealing as a pressure built up inside of him. Malfoy’s hand quickened and his thrusts became deeper and shaper.
“Fuck, Malfoy…I’m…” Malfoy smirked down at him.
“What’s my name, Harry?” He whispered as his hips rolled and his fist twisted the head of Harry’s cock.
Harry was gone. “DRAAACOOOO!” He screamed into the library, forgetting about the highly likely presence of other students in the library. As he came down from his cloud, he felt Draco fill him wetly with his seed, and a few tremors ran through him at the warm that soothed his battered hole.
They rested like that for a moment, Draco buried deeply inside Harry, their limbs entangled in what, for all intents and purposes, could be considered a cuddle, before the blond lifted his head. He contemplated Harry for an instant before allowing a smile to grace his features.
“Well, Harry,” he drawled. Damn, The Boy Who Was Just Thoroughly Shagged still shivered.
“Yes, Draco?” And Harry was satisfied to see an answering shudder.
“No need to thank me.” Draco drawled. “I know I’ve just given you the best shag of your life.” Harry stared into silver eyes, sensing the anxiety hiding beneath the arrogance. He tipped his head to the side, watching as the apprehension grew.
Deciding suddenly, Harry lifted his head to press his lips against Draco’s. It was a sweet, unhurried kiss, their tongues tangling tenderly. It was filled with passion, and Harry was slightly over whelmed with the amount of emotion Draco poured into that kiss. After a moment, they parted, Draco’s eyes lax and free.
Harry closed his eyes contently, loving the feel of warm arms wrapped around him.
“POTTER! MALFOY!” Harry’s eyes snapped open in time to see a severely pissed off Madame Pince glaring at them.
Shit.
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