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Sex Magic	By : velvetjules Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 90819 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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We polled fifty wizards on their favorite things a witch can do in the bedroom! Find out what they said below!

Harry read the intriguing - and rather sexist, in his opinion - subtitle of the Witch Weekly article again. Glancing furtively at the closed curtains around his bed, he tentatively poked at them with his wand to ensure that the locking charm was still in effect. Surely enough, they resisted the gentle nudge with the tenacity of marble. Feeling slightly better now that he knew that Ron wouldn't be throwing open the curtains anytime soon, Harry read on.

"I really like it when my girlfriend sucks on my toes." - Adam Lambert, 23, Liverpool

Ugh, no, thought Harry.

"I love being teased. Little outfits, stripteases, being tied down..." - Jacob Bruns, 32, Perth

Definitely not, Harry decided with finality.

"Surprise blowjobs are the best." - Bailey West, 27, Cork

Harry's eyebrows shot up. He hadn't really thought about that. He had read ahead in the syllabus, yes, but only to the part about manual stimulation. He didn't really have a problem giving Malfoy a handjob; it was like masturbating, only in reverse. But putting his mouth on another bloke's equipment...

Shaking his head, Harry pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the article once more.

"I have very sentitive ears..."

Harry perked up at that, glancing at the name.

"Well, Calvin Numaker, twenty-five, of Derby... tell me more."

Reading on, Harry's face split into a very wicked sort of grin. Tomorrow's lesson would be fun.

***

"For today and next Monday's lessons, you are free to do anything you please. You may continue on as you have been doing, try something a bit more advanced, or simply talk to one another. However, I ask that your skirts, trousers and underthings remain undisturbed. You are free to begin."

So Professor Mason had told her assembled students when class had begun twenty minutes ago, and yet somehow Harry and Draco had wound up on the sofa, both of them shirtless and out of breath from a heated bout of snogging. Malfoy half-sat, half-lay on the sofa, one arm braced on the cushioned end, the other draped over Harry's shoulder as he clutched at the back of his neck. Harry knelt over Malfoy's torso, his hands digging into the other boy's scalp as he clenched his fingers in his hair.

Harry broke away and Malfoy's hand tightened around his nape, trying to tug him forward again. Harry shook his head.

"I want to try something," he mumured huskily.

Without giving Draco time to answer, Harry dipped his head and licked a long line along the shell of Draco's ear. Just as last time, Malfoy stiffened, and a small sound of distressed pleasure escaped his mouth. Harry took his time, circling the hard ridges and soft lobe of Malfoy's ear. Several of the men in the article had stressed anticipation and teasing.

Taking a deep breath, Harry stretched his tongue out into a firm point and dipped it into the very core of Malfoy's ear. The blond boy yelped and jerked under Harry, both hands coming up to clasp onto either side of the Gryffindor's ribcage. Harry grinned as best he could with his mouth stretched wide, and repeated the gesture... over, and over, and over.

Draco panted, his entire body arching further and further off the couch with every thrust of Harry's tongue. Harry noticed that even though Draco was very much enjoying having his ear tongue-fucked, he didn't seem very disposed to making much noise. He'd always assumed that Draco would be as loud during sex as he was at any other time... Not that he'd thought about it. But, he decided, the small, almost desperately restrained sounds that Draco did make were incredibly hot all the same.

Sliding his tongue down Malfoy's jawline, he looked up and caught a glimpse of his face. Draco's eyes were closed and his mouth gaped open in a silent scream.

Leaning up, Harry caught Draco's lips in a kiss; one that was enthusiastically returned. Acting impulsively, Harry let his hand glide down from Draco's shoulder, over his chest and stomach, until his fingertips brushed the rough edge of his trouser's waistline. Draco stopped kissing him, pulling away with a look that was muddled with desire and uncertainty.

Harry popped open the button of his fly.

Draco took a deep breath, moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"We're not supposed to," he said breathlessly.

Draco was shaking like a leaf under Harry. Harry's fingers lay tantalizingly close to the tip of the his erection, and Harry could feel that the moment rested on a knife's edge. Yet, true to Gryffindor form, he played precisely the worst card possible.

"Mason said we could do anything we want," he told the other boy.

And like that, concepts like 'want' and 'choice' were thrown like a gauntlet, and Draco reacted accordingly.

Pushing Harry away, he scrambled back onto his hindquarters, squatting awkwardly on the arm of the sofa.

"Well then, we don't have to do anything then, do we?" he sneered icily.

"No, I suppose we don't," Harry returned.

Draco stood and walked over to one of the armchairs, fastening his fly and shooting a glare over his shoulder at Harry as he went.

Harry sighed, reaching down to adjust his own discomfort as he sat back onto the uncomfortably warm and moist sofa cushions. The room smelled like sweat, saliva and the musky scent of two aroused teenage boys. At his wit's end, Harry screwed his eyes shut and willed a wall into existence between himself and Draco. He heard the other boy's startled shout cut short, and knew that the Room of Requirement had obeyed his wishes. He opened his eyes to see an indistinct white wall dividing the booth neatly in two.

Reaching hastily to undo his trousers, Harry drew out his neglected erection with a sigh of contentment. Pulling himself off in slow, lazy strokes, Harry wondered if Draco was doing the same right now. Concentrating on the wall, he tried to will a tiny hole into it, wanting to hear some indication of what the Slytherin was up to. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not succeed in making so much as a dent in the barrier.

Which meant that as much as Harry wanted to know what Draco was doing on the other side, Draco must not want Harry to know even more.

With that thought in mind, it didn't take long before Harry was pulsing into his own hand.

***

Draco was startled when a wall suddenly materialized between himself and Potter. For several moments after Potter had isolated himself, Draco stood at the wall, shouting demands and threats to take away House points for its immediate removal. Frustrated and a little insulted, he'd given up, flinging himself into a chair dejectedly and wondering why Potter had put the damn thing up in the first place.

An insistent throb in his pants gave him his first clue.

Glancing with trepidation at the wall out of the corner of his eye, Draco slid a hand over his erection through the material of his trousers. His eyes closed and he sighed as he teased his fingers up and down his own length. Opening his eyes a crack, he gave the wall one last distrustful look before quickly undoing his trousers and sliding his underpants down his hips. Taking himself in his hand, he worked quickly, convinced that Harry would change his mind and make the wall go away any second. Silently, he willed it to remain up just a bit longer, just a bit...

Pulling on his sensitive flesh rapidly, Draco silently berated himself. He'd been so close to having someone other than himself touch his dick for the first time. Even if it had been Potter... Potter's hand... almost touching... almost... Oh!

***

Rosemary Mason was lazily observing the swirling blue-green clouds above Padma Patil and Theodore Nott's booth when she heard the sound of hot, electric snapping from behind her left shoulder. Whirling around she saw what was essentially a heat lightning storm above the Potter/Malfoy booth.

Daft boys, not again! She cursed them silently, and quickly cast a Divining charm to discover the activities inside the tent. She was surprised to find that the boys were separated. A grin spread across her lips when she saw the magical barrier between the two of them, and what each of them were up to.

Well, well, she thought with a chuckle. It would seem that even when apart, the two of them were solely focused on each other. Giving the fading, crackling lightshow one last glance, she shook her head and turned to face the Longbottom/Brown booth, where a warm, orange-tinged pink aura gave off a swelling radiance.

Some strength, she thought, lay not in power but in endurance.

***

Neville laughed nervously and lifted one hand to rub at the back of his neck.

"It's silly," he said dismissively. "It'll just end up in the growing pile of my ideas that Sprout tosses out."

"No! It's really quite brilliant, Neville." Lavender assured him. "How is it that you're so terrible at Potions? You understand the ingredients and their properties so well!"

"Only the herbal ones," he corrected her. "And being able to tell what does what in a potion and actually being able to brew it properly are two different things."

He shook his head. "It's a hangover remedy, Lavender. It's not like there aren't hundreds of others out there."

Lavender waved a hand imperiously, dismissing his humbleness. "Those other remedies either don't work very well, or don't work at all. And the charms are either too difficult or leave side effects of their own. This sounds like it might actually work."

"Professor Sprout is right, the ingredients are too expensive and rare to waste."

"Who said it would be wasteful? Imagine how many tardies and call-offs in the workplace it would cut back on. It would only increase productivity. Besides, let me tell you something... Do you have any idea how much I pay for my face cream?"

Neville shook his head warily.

"Fifty Sickles a jar," she told him with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Fifty Sickles? For makeup?" Neville asked, as though it were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard of.

"Face cream isn't makeup," she corrected him offhandedly. "But that isn't the point. The point is that it works. I'm willing to pay more money for it because it does wonders for my skin. This potion of yours... It may cost more, but if it works, the public will be willing to pay for it."

Neville's brow creased in contemplation for a few moments before responding. "Why do you act so ditzy all of the time? You're smarter than you let people believe."

Lavender shrugged and gave him a smug smile. "It's like having a secret identity. I like being mysterious."

He laughed and without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him. He raised one hand to cup the back of her head and kissed back softly. When they pulled apart at last, they were both still smiling.

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