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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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Harry was strongly reminded of the staring contests that he and Dudley would sometimes engage in when they were children and irrationally, he found himself just as unwilling to be the one to look away first.

Malfoy sat, arms tucked tightly across his chest, legs crossed and one foot tapping against the leg of his chair. He glared heatedly back at Harry, somehow cluing into the point of the Muggle game, and refused to break eye contact.

There had been no impromptu snogging this time. Mason had said that they could do whatever they wanted, and Draco had made it clear that he did not want a repeat of their last lesson together.

Clearing his throat loudly, Harry watched Draco give a little jerk of surprise, and opened his mouth to speak.

"So, er... Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw next week. Who do you think will win?"

Draco glared at him suspiciously for a few moments, before asking, "What is this, Potter?"

"It's called small talk, Malfoy," Harry responded. "I figured that since we'll be spending quite a bit of time together-"

"No, we won't," Draco fired back. "We will be attending class, shagging when required, and leaving. After the year is over, I don't plan on spending another minute in your presence, if at all possible."

"What about what Mason said? About partners becoming attached to one another?"

Draco scoffed. "And how do you think that'll work? What with my working for the wizard that wants to kill you, and all."

"Do you mean that?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Of course I do," Draco told him firmly. "And I don't care that you know, either. As far as I'm concerned, you can go running to McGonagall and tattle on me if you like. I've toyed with the idea of leaving school early, anyway. In fact, why don't you go right now? If they kick me out, it'll save me from having to snog you anymore."

"I can't believe you're still planning on being a Death Eater. Not after all we've-"

"What? So we're boyfriends, now?" Draco interrupted. His voice was high, and his cheeks were beginning to tinge pink. "I'm supposed to give up my future because I've snogged the Boy Who Lived a few times?"

Harry shook his head and looked away. "Whatever, Malfoy. Can we just go back to not talking, please?"

"Fine by me, Potter."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest again and huffed angrily. Harry caught him giving him furtive glances from the corner of his eyes, and wondered if Malfoy was perhaps gauging his reaction to this little revelation. Harry sighed and sank deeper into his chair, ignoring Malfoy entirely. He wasn't surprised by the news that Draco still planned to become a Death Eater, but it was discouraging nonetheless. He would have to, as Dumbledore put it, turn him.

The only problem that remained was how, though Harry thought he had an idea. And so, he decided, tomorrow would mark the beginning of his seduction of Draco Malfoy.

***

It was impossible to sleep that night, with his brain running through a list of ideas for how to bring Malfoy over to the right side that was more conductive to wanking than sleep. The next night Ron's snores and Harry's impatience reached a crescendo, and Harry, hollow-eyed and grumpy, snatched up his Invisibility Cloak with more force than was necessary and went for a walk.

Without meaning to, Harry had blearily made his way to the seventh floor corridor. He ran his fingers along the stone wall, visibly swaying with exhaustion, and his fingertips encountered a familiar doorknob. Looking up, he saw the door to the Room of Requirement, already manifested. It was enough to startle him awake.

As quietly as possible, Harry slipped his cloth-covered hand over the doorknob and turned it ever so slowly. As the door cracked open, flashing lights of blue, pink and gold washed over the thin fabric of Harry's cloak. He stared in astonishment as he stepped inside, face tilted up to watch the swirling, glittering vortexes of magical energy dancing above dark peaks of purple velvet.

It was the Sex Magic classroom!

Pieces began to puzzle together, and Harry grinned as he worked out that a few of his fellow classmates had snuck out after hours to continue their class work.

'This must be what Professor Mason sees,' Harry thought, awe-struck. Looking around, Harry attempted to remember which booths belonged to which couple. There was Theodore Nott and Padma Patil's booth, with a gentle, rippling pool of blue and green swirls. Goyle and Parkinson's booth had a violent pink glare above it, and Harry winced and turned away with a grimace of distaste. And there was...

Harry's grin spread. Neville and Lavender's booth was illuminated by a pulsating gold-tinged rose globe. He didn't know what that meant, but the sight of it warmed and soothed him, and so he could guess at the activities going on inside.

Yawning widely, his drooping eyes stinging from the assortment of lights, Harry turned to his and Malfoy's booth, sitting dark and unused in the corner. An idea began to form, and Harry made his way over and stepped inside. Ron's snores couldn't reach him here, and Harry could wake up early and make his way back to Gryffindor tower under the cover of his cloak.

Snuggling deeply into the cushions, Harry pressed his face into the fabric and inhaled deeply. He let it out on a muffled moan, and didn't know if Malfoy's scent lingered there naturally, or if the room put it there because he willed it there.

And then he was asleep.

***

Harry awoke to the sound of shuffling feet and low voices outside of the booth. He fumbled around for his glasses, clumsily knocking them onto the floor. As quietly as possible, he leaned over the edge, wincing at the creak of the couch springs. His fingertips had just grazed the plastic of his frames when recognized one of the voices, and bolted upright.

He waited, his heart hammering against his ribs, as he listened to the goings on just outside the door to the booth. The voices rose, obviously in heated argument, and Malfoy laughed disdainfully. He heard him taking points away from every house but Slytherin, and then Lavender and Padma's angry protests. Neville remained silent, but Harry knew he would be glaring.

Goyle and Parkinson chortled, issuing a smug goodnight to Malfoy before leaving the room. Lavender shouted something very rude at Malfoy before the door slammed shut again. Harry didn't move, straining his ears to hear anything more in the hushed room outside. After several seconds had passed, he expelled a relieved breath.

Too soon, it would seem.

The flap to their booth lifted and emitted a slender pale form. Harry stared in growing apprehension at Malfoy for several moments, weighing the possibility of reaching his Invisibility Cloak before the other boy's eyes adjusted to the dark. No chance. If he moved he'd be heard, and Malfoy knew about the cloak.

So he watched instead as Malfoy blinked several times before focusing on Harry on the couch. He jumped, obviously not expecting to find anyone else in the booth, but a slow grin quickly replaced his expression of shock.

"Well, well, Potter," he drawled, twirling his wand lazily. "That'll be fifty points from Gryffindor, I think."

Harry sat up slowly and searched the surrounding area for his wand and glasses.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" he asked tiredly.

"Catching students out of bed, what does it look like?" Malfoy asked, as though the answer should be obvious.

"No," Harry corrected. "I meant what are you doing here. In this tent. There was no magical energy above it. For all you knew, no one was in here."

Finding his glasses, Harry slipped them on in time to see Malfoy's look of surprised irritation. 'Caught him out, didn't I?' Harry thought smugly.

"I was checking every booth, just in case." Malfoy told him.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. Malfoy was such a terrible liar. "And started with ours? I'm not convinced."

"That'll be another twenty points from Gryffindor," said Malfoy, and lifted his wand to point in Harry's direction.

"Fine," Harry shrugged, and plucked his own wand from the table. "Expelliarmus!"

Draco's wand immediately zoomed out of his hand as he flew back against the tent-like wall of their booth. The purple velvet seemed to be enchanted, however, and remained as firm as brick. A startled grunt escaped Malfoy's lips as he bounced back slightly, and gripped the wall behind him with both hands to steady himself.

"How dare you, Potter!" he snarled. "I'm a Prefect!"

"Take away more points, then." Harry told him with a shrug, pocketing Draco's wand. "So, why are you really in here?"

"I told you-"

"And I told you that I don't believe you." Harry told him, walking closer.

Malfoy's lips compressed in a thin line and he glared at Harry. He didn't answer.

"What were the other students doing in their booths?" Harry asked as he advanced.

"What do you think they were doing, Potter?" Draco asked, rolling his eyes.

Harry suppressed a grin. Malfoy was doing his best not to let his nervousness show, but with every step closer that Harry took his expression grew more apprehensive.

"Were they snogging?" Harry asked.

"Obviously," Draco responded, but then his face screwed up as though smelling something unpleasant. "Although Pansy and Goyle were doing quite a bit more..."

Harry thought about the harsh pink glare above their booth, and quickly dismissed it from his mind. Thinking about Pansy and Goyle was counterproductive to his goal at the moment.

"Is that why you came in here? Were you hoping-"

"No!" Draco shouted too quickly, red-faced.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I was going to say 'hoping to escape'. You must've needed to sit down for a few moments, after witnessing those two molesting each other."

If possible, Draco blushed further, realizing how much his reaction had given away. "Oh," he said quietly. "Yeah. That was it."

Harry let his forehead draw together in a look of confusion. "But earlier you said you were checking every booth?"

When Malfoy's mouth worked silently for a moment, and the blond's eyes strayed to where Harry held his wand with a look of desperation, Harry knew that he'd won. He took the final step closer that brought him chest to chest with the other boy.

Malfoy gasped, drawing back to flatten himself against the wall. "Back off!"

"You want to know what I think?" Harry asked, deliberately invading Malfoy's personal space and enjoying watching the other boy sweat. "I think you came in here because you wanted to. Because you couldn't help not to."

"That's- that's-" Malfoy made a scoffing sound to cover up the fact that he was slipping.

"I think you were hoping that I'd be here." Harry told him, leaning closer, so that his cheek pressed against Draco's and his words were murmured into the curve of his jaw.

Malfoy's reaction was instantaneous. His left arm came up to shove Harry away at the same time that his right hand made a grab for his wand sticking out of Harry's pajama pocket. Harry was anticipating the move and captured both wrists, forcing them back against the wall. Draco struggled, swearing profusely as he tried to twist out of Harry's grip.

They were nearly equal in height and weight, but Harry had the advantage of having wrestled with Dudley for over half of his life, and managed to restrain the other boy. After several minutes, Malfoy finally gave up his struggles and they paused, panting and sweaty, Harry's forehead resting against Malfoy's.

Harry leaned in and kissed him, moaning as he did so. He hadn't had this for nearly a week, and he hadn't known just how much he craved it until Malfoy's lips were under his again. Malfoy was unresponsive and tense. There was a lot to be said for pureblood pride, Harry realized, as he licked at the Slytherin's lower lip and felt a swelling hardness against his thigh. Malfoy obviously wanted this, was clearly enjoying it, and yet he wouldn't give in. Harry could almost respect that, if it didn't frustrate him so much.

Sliding his mouth away and along a sharp jaw line, Harry collected the thin film of perspiration that dewed Malfoy's skin on his tongue. Pressing open-mouthed kisses on his throat, Harry released Malfoy's left hand and slid a hand up his thigh. Malfoy gasped tremulously and jerked against him. Harry cupped his erection through his trousers as he worked the clasp and fly open.

Draco groaned unevenly, the fingers of his right hand twitching in Harry's grip. He seemed torn, his ego and the demands of his body at war. When Harry began to pull his hand away, however, Malfoy quickly snatched it up with his free hand and shoved it unceremoniously down his pants.

Harry squeezed the cock pressing into his palm, sliding his hand up and over the head, smearing the wetness there down the shaft. Draco's face averted from him, hiding his flush of shame as he allowed Harry to pull him off with slow, tight strokes. Harry revelled in the way that Draco's hips jerked into his hand, seeking a faster rhythm that Harry wasn't ready to provide just yet. Draco whined and reached down to grip Harry's wrist, attempting to force his hand to move faster along his cock. Harry stopped entirely.

"Potter..." Draco gulped, and turned to face Harry with a look of confused desperation.

"Want me to finish you?" Harry asked, giving the blond's cock a tiny squeeze.

Draco nodded fervently, tugging on Harry's wrist and thrusting his hips forward.

"You want me to make you come?" Harry continued, taking care to make sure he had Draco's complete attention.

Draco took a deep, fortifying breath before answering.

"Yes," he said, looking Harry in the eye.

Harry's victorious smile was more of a possessive snarl as he leaned forward and muttered against Draco's lips, "Then don't ever pretend that you don't want this again."

Draco sighed shakily against Harry's mouth as Harry kissed him fiercely, forcing his head back against the wall with a dull thud. His hand flew up and down the blond's cock, and Draco's breath started to hitch as his hips began to buck. Harry thrust his tongue into Draco's mouth just as he felt the pulses under his hand that signaled the beginnings of orgasm.

Draco made a muffled, 'mmph!' sound against Harry's mouth as he came. Harry continued to pump him slowly, until the last of the pulses died out and Draco slumped back against the wall bonelessly. Harry pulled his hand out of the front of Draco's trousers, taking his wand from his pocket and using it to spell his hand and then the inside of Malfoy's trousers clean. Draco mumbled something that could have been thanks, and reached for his wand in Harry's pajama pocket. Harry thought briefly about stopping him; envisioned himself catching Draco's hand and pulling him forward for a kiss. But instead, he simply let the other boy pluck his wand from his pocket and took a few steps back, giving Draco space.

"I'll see you in class tomorrow, Potter." Draco mumbled, looking at the floor the entire time, before he pushed the flap back and was gone.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his sweaty hair before looking down at his own neglected member, pressing insistently against the cotton of his bottoms. With a shrug and a mutter about ungrateful prats, Harry walked over to the sofa he'd left not long ago and set about dealing with the problem himself.

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