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Quick Encounters	By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2660 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is an old story I apparently never posted here. *cough*

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“Potter.”

“Malfoy.”

The two teens looked at each other with defensive eyes. Merlin, Potter could be so infuriating sometimes.

“I don’t need you,” Draco said, lifting his chin up in an attempt at superiority.

“I don’t need you either,” Potter said, still making no move, damn him. Most of the time, it was the brunette who made the first move. Any small signal would do, from taking off his shirt to shifting closer to Draco. Anything to signify that it was Potter, and not Draco who was responsible for all this.

“Yet you still show up every time.”

“And so do you.”

Did Potter have to be so damn childish? This was the seventeenth time they’d uh... met up, not that Draco was counting or anything. The first time they had run into each other was in the alley behind Quality Quidditch Supplies. They’d both walked away with broken noses, bruised cheekbones, and bleeding knuckles. Not to mention the hazy orgasmic mindset after grinding against each other to completion. It had been intense, and admittedly really strange, but Draco couldn’t find it in himself to wish it hadn’t happened.

Next had been in the back room at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, where Draco had followed him in with a rapidly beating heart and a scowling face. The exchange had been just as intense, yet luckily this time there weren’t any bloody knuckles. Same amount of bruises, however, although they were a little more mouth shaped. After that, they had somehow agreed to meet every Tuesday in room six at The Hog's Head.

Which is where they currently were, both stubbornly waiting for the other to make the first move. Most of the time, Potter would act before him, and of course Draco would taunt him about it. But now... why was the brunette just standing there? Had he changed his mind, did he not want Draco anymore? Not that it really mattered, this was all just a fling after all. It certainly didn’t mean anything to Draco.

Still, it was probably best if he never taunted Potter again.

Then all at once Potter rolled his eyes and yanked his glasses away while simultaneously toeing off his shoes. Draco smirked at him – whether the blind git could see it or not, he wasn’t sure, but he did it anyway for good measure.

Oh hell, starting next time he wouldn’t taunt anymore. He tilted his chin up and said in his practiced drawl, “Eager much?”

“Shut up and strip,” the other wizard growled, a sound that shot straight down to Draco’s groin.

“It’s my turn to top,” Potter added, shooting a defiant look at him.

“Oh is it?” Draco said, his voice mock surprise.

“Don’t be an arse; just lie down and spread them.”

“Oh my, aren’t we lewd? I have something else in mind though, you lie down.”

When Potter narrowed his eyes, Draco leered. “Don’t worry, you can top, but I have an idea.”

The other wizard’s facial expression didn’t change, except maybe becoming even more suspicious. Trying not to laugh, Draco snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed, mixing in the slightest show of impatience via a wave of his wrist. With quite the exaggerated sigh, Potter did as he was told, lying down on the bed and making sure to position the pillows so that his shoulders were slightly elevated.

Feeling suddenly like a sleek, muscled cat, Draco seductively crept onto the bed and crawled over Potter’s tan body, careful not to let any part of them touch. Potter’s sour expression shifted into one of poorly hidden curiosity as he watched Draco leaning in close for a kiss. Lips parted and met, followed soon by two exploring tongues winding around one another. As the kiss continued, Draco made sure to lower his body slowly, teasingly rubbing their quickly hardening erections together.

Doing the only wandless spell he had mastered – of course Potter had to go and master it first, the bastard – Draco cast a lubrication charm on the tips of his fingers. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, but remained a breath away. As he gazed down heatedly into Potter’s eyes, he began to tease his entrance.

Potter had let it slip once – via a whisper in Draco’s ear while he was thrusting wildly into him – that he really liked Draco’s facial expressions during sex. Ever since then, in his own secretive way, Draco had insisted they do it face to face. Potter seemed to get more excited that way, which was definitely a plus, because it made the already hot sex positively smoldering.

Draco slid two slicked digits inside of himself, doing nothing to hold back the arousal on his face. He knew that even if Potter couldn’t see, he would know exactly what was going on. Green eyes danced over his face, greedily soaking up his image in their expressive depths. A few pumps of his pale fingers later and it was the brunette’s body that was trembling as his breath came in quick, short gulps. Draco paused, looking down with just the hint of a smug smile on his lips.

“Enjoying the show?”

Surprisingly, unlike Potter’s usually defensive nature, his eyes seemed to gloss over as he nodded immediately. Even more surprising was the rawness of his voice as he mumbled, “Y-yeah.”

For the first time in a long time, Draco felt just the tinniest bit shy with him. It was flattering that he affected the brunette so much, but it shouldn’t cause his heart to feel suddenly much lighter in his chest. It must have just been... a weird coincidence.

Removing his fingers slowly, Draco pushed up with his other hand until he was sitting upright on the brunette’s thighs. He gazed down at the flushed and panting body beneath him, the sent and taste of which was burned so deep into his memory – perhaps even his very being – that he found himself craving it.

He sank down slowly, inch by inch of Potter’s cock slipping inside of him. Ignoring the slight burn that was always there in the beginning, Draco used the tan chest underneath his palms to push himself up and dip back down, keeping all the movement’s slow and controlled. Potter’s face was scrunched up, his nose wrinkled across the bridge as he appeared to be concentrating. Without warning, Draco pulled up and plunged down hard and fast.

“God,” Potter moaned, throwing his head back as his body arched. “Why are you always so tight?”

Draco said nothing, just smiled wickedly as he rolled his hips at a torturously slow pace. Potter whimpered, bringing his fingers up to grip Draco’s milky thighs. Although he’d always found it amusing to torture Potter, using pleasure to do so was hands down the best way.

His leg muscles began to quiver as he moved himself up and down on Potter’s hardened member. Once he had found the perfect angle of his hips, hitting the spot inside him that made sparks flash across his eyes, he didn’t particularly care what muscles would be sore, he just started spearing himself as fast as he could. Through the palms of his hands still resting on Potter’s chest, he could feel the deep moans coming from the other boy, vibrating from the quick rise and fall of his gasping lungs.

As his body began to tense, Draco’s movements became frantic. His fingers dug into Potter’s chest, leaving the area reddened from the constant gripping, and without a doubt there would be bruises tomorrow, a reminder of just how hard Draco had ridden him. When Potter threw his head back and reached desperately, his hand curling around Draco’s stiff cock and pumping pumping pumping, the whole world exploded in a sizzling fire of white pleasure.

The brunette’s hips pushed upwards as he came with a groan, raising both of the teens off the bed in an impressive amount of strength. Draco arched his back as he emptied squirt after squirt of his orgasm into that strong, gripping hand. When it was over, he collapsed, landing in a panting heap of flushed and sweaty skin on top of Potter, his eyes closed tightly as his body thrummed pleasantly.

It was these silent moments when each one was recovering that Draco secretly lo- uh... liked very much.

All too soon, as their breaths began to even out, it became apparent that the time had once again come to go their separate ways. Somehow, they managed to keep touching in one way or another as they got dressed. A brush from the back of a hand here, grazing the side of their hips into each other there, it was almost as if the whole thing was coordinated. Perhaps it was just a sign of how in tune they were to each other.

When they had finished putting everything on, Potter settled himself on the edge of the bed, and Draco just happened to decide to sit there, too. When the brunette’s tan arms loosely embraced him, he couldn’t find the strength to protest. It was just by coincidence that he chose that exact moment to slump back, consequently into the warm body behind him.

“Malfoy?” Harry said, his voice raw and husky.

“Hmm?” he responded lazily.

“I still don’t need you.” In contrast to his words, the grip around Draco’s torso tightened just a bit.

“I don’t either,” he said, turning his head into the crook of Potter’s neck until he could taste the flesh there. “Same time next week?”

Potter’s grip loosened completely and he stood, leaving Draco feeling oddly… restless. “Yeah.”

The blond watched as the other wizard made his way slowly towards the room’s exit. As it was customary that they came at different times, they left at different times to prevent any awkwardness that might arise otherwise. Just as the tan hand was reaching for the doorknob, Draco cleared his throat and Potter hesitated.

“Did you...” Potter started to say, then shook his head.

“Um,” Draco stood, then felt stupid and sat back down. “You know....”

“Yeah?”

Draco couldn’t decide if he wanted Potter to turn around or not, but it was kind of odd talking to his back like this. “Do you want to start meeting twice a week?”

Finally the brunette turned around, his eyes a fraction wider than usual and his mouth parted a hair. “Yeah, okay,” he said quickly.

“Good, same time, same place Fridays?”

“Sure,” Potter shrugged. “See you then.” As he reached for the door this time, Draco didn’t miss the way his hand shook slightly. Poor sod’s heart was probably beating a mile a minute.

As he listened to Potter’s footfalls getting quieter in the distance, Malfoy laid back on the bed, shoving his own hands behind his head – which of course weren’t trembling at all... nope, not one bit.

Okay, well maybe just a little.

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