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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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Wednesday's lesson arrived, and Harry was fairly bouncing in his seat next to Malfoy, who merely looked resigned. Today they would begin some of those practical applications that Professor Mason had mentioned.

"Each of you please take out a coin and choose who will flip and who will call." Professor Mason instructed as she walked through the aisles. "The person who calls correctly shall be on the receiving end of today's lesson. If the caller is incorrect, than the flipper shall be the recipient instead. Today we begin practicing manual stimulation, involving the utilization of one partner's fingers to caress the other's genitalia. Boys with female partners, do not be discouraged if your partner does not reach climax. This sort of thing takes practice."

Reaching the end of the row, Mason turned and faced her students with her hands clasped behind her back.

"Once you have determined who is doing what, please move to your booths and begin the lesson." She dismissed them with a nod of her head, and turned to sit at her desk.

Harry smiled as he drew a Sickle out of his pocket and turned to face Malfoy. Draco looked at the silver piece and scoffed in disgust, producing a Galleon from his own pocket instead. Harry's smile disappeared as he slipped the Sickle back into his jeans. Malfoy smirked triumphantly.

"Call," he ordered, taking the coin between his index finger and thumb and flicking it into the air.

As Harry watched the twirling gold piece, he remembered Fred and George had once told him.

"Galleons always land Ministry side up. So when you're calling a coin toss, always choose 'Goblin'. That way, when they flip it over, it'll be Goblin side up. The pricks at the Ministry weighted down that side when they made the cast, so that if someone ever lost their coin, when they found it the first thing they'd see is the Ministry emblem. Dad told us it's supposed to inspire good faith, or something. Really, it just makes blokes like us more lucky in our bets."

Harry jerked his chin as he called out, "Goblin!"

The coin smacked heavily into Malfoy's palm and he whipped it onto his outstretched forearm with more show than was strictly necessary. When he lifted his palm, there was the engraved image of Gringotts with a crescent moon of numbers above it, indicating the Goblin who had cast the coin. Draco made a quietly outraged noise before snatching the coin back into the pocket of his robes. Giving Harry a cross look, he stood.

"Coming, Potter?" he asked, and then winced at his unintentional pun.

"Not yet," said Harry, unable to resist.

"Oh, clever," Draco grumbled, turning and walking over to their booth.

Harry followed, going over in his mind every possible scenario he'd imagined for today. Malfoy resentfully giving him a handjob while Harry grinned smugly at him... Himself giving Malfoy another handjob while the other boy gasped and pleaded...

He was getting hard already, just thinking about it. Once inside their booth, he immediately fell onto the sofa and slouched down into a casual sprawl. Draco approached warily, still scowling. Harry grinned at him and reached for his fly.

"This works out well," he told the blond. "You owed me one, anyway."

"Wait," Draco told him.

Harry ignored him and unbuttoned his fly, and was reaching for the zip when Draco's hand settled over his. He looked up in surprise, and found Draco leaning over him, his face pinched into a look of seriousness.

"I said wait," he said, and drew his hand away. He sat down next to Harry. "Last night, you said you didn't want any more pretense, so listen."

He had Harry's attention, and he turned to face Draco on the couch. Draco looked back at him with a faint flush on his cheeks, but his eyes level and direct.

"You've run this little freak show up until now, and until now I've let you because I didn't want to participate," he began cooly. "If I did, then it would say something about me that isn't what I'd like or even entirely true. I don't like boys."

"I never said you did," said Harry.

"No, Potter, snogging you does." Draco told him with a bit of an eyeroll. "Liking it..."

"Do you?" Harry asked.

Draco sighed, and turned away to look at his hands. Moments passed, as he seemed to be weighing his words. Harry had noticed that Draco made a habit of that. As if he mentally ran through lists of ways to phrase what he wanted to say, searching for the one that would reflect the best upon him.

"Suppose that I am willing to admit that I enjoy our... sessions together," he relented grudgingly, turning to stare at Harry once again. "I'd want something in return."

"What could you possibly want? Money? You've got that. Sex? You'll be getting that, too, shortly enough."

"Assurance," said Draco. "If I agree to stop fighting this, if I admit that I like it, I want your word that you won't try to continue it past this term."

It was strange, Harry thought. Malfoy offering to give up, yet somehow gaining control of the situation at the same time. It was just like him. Harry felt his chest tighten at the thought of Malfoy gaining the upper hand.

There were two choices that he could see. He could decline, and continue in his seduction efforts, which may or may not prove to be successful. Or he could agree to Malfoy's terms and try his damndest to win the Slytherin over to their side in the short months they had left.

In the end, he decided that rocking Malfoy's tiny, pureblooded world would be much simpler with his cooperation.

"Fine," he said.

Malfoy gave a short nod and extended his hand. "Shake on it," he demanded.

Harry clapped his hand into Malfoy's outstretched palm and gave it a hearty shake. The Slytherin used his grip to tug Harry closer and kiss him. Harry blinked, moaned, and closed his eyes. A cooperating Malfoy was definitely a much better Malfoy.

He let himself be pushed onto his back, and felt Malfoy's hand at his zip. The other boy fumbled for a minute, cursed against Harry's mouth, and pulled away to look at his shaking hands as they finally managed to work the zipper down.

"Nervous?" Harry asked.

"Shut it, Potter," Draco snapped. "This is new for me, all right? But judging from your performance last night, I'd say you were a regular pouf."

Harry smiled derisively and shook his head as he snaked a hand around Draco's shoulders to pull him closer. "Malfoy?"

"Yeah?" Draco swallowed.

"Just wank me off."

Draco's eyes narrowed briefly before he nodded and squeezed them tightly shut, slippping his right hand into Harry's trousers. Harry focused on Malfoy's expression, watching with fascination as the other boy's eyelids fluttered nervously and he drew his lip in between his teeth as his hand finally grazed over the rigid length of Harry through his pants.

Harry let his eyes fall shut as Draco's hand began to slip up and down. He settled deeper into the cushion and pushed his hips up in demand. Draco acquiesced, tugging the waistband of Harry's pants down over his hips and sliding his hand inside.

Harry felt himself go stiff, suddenly unsure. He'd been so focused on winning over Draco up until this point that he'd forgotten about his own apprehension regarding his virginity. Forcing himself to relax, he let his hand slip from Draco's nape onto the edge of the sofa.

Draco took a tentative grip at the base of Harry's cock and began to pump it cautiously. Harry cracked an eye open to see Draco staring down at him intently, watching for a reaction. He cleared his throat and said hoarsely, "Faster."

The Slytherin nodded, and Harry felt his hand speed up, gripping just a bit tighter. He breathed in sharply as the first jolt of pleasure hit him, and reached down to grip Malfoy's wrist. Guiding Draco's hand encouragingly, he urged him to grip higher, and then harder. He made a strangled noise as Draco obeyed and the palm of his hand slipped over the damp head of his cock. Draco quickly repeated the motion, and Harry squeezed his wrist so hard he felt the bones shift under his fingers.

Palm slickened, Draco moved his hand faster over the shaft, occasionally making sure to slip his thumb over the head. Harry panted, hips moving ever so slightly in time with Draco's pulls. Feeling the tingle begin at the base of his spine, he let go of Draco's wrist and threw both arms above his head, gripping the end of the sofa. Draco instinctively sped up, gripping just that tiny bit tighter that would send Harry over the edge.

Harry came with a small moan, and felt Draco's hand slip down to the base of his cock, still pumping minutely but careful not to get anything unseemly on himself. When the last throb died away, Draco removed his hand, wiping it on Harry's pant leg to remove any traces that might've gotten on his skin.

Harry breathed deeply with his eyes closed for several minutes. Unlike Draco the night before, he felt like relishing his first other-person-induced orgasm. When he forced his heavy eyelids open at last, Draco was staring down at him with painful expectation. Harry realized that he was waiting for a reaction. Well... for a secondary reaction, anyway.

He opened his mouth to say something, but somehow 'good job' just didn't seem appropriate. A thank you, maybe? Somehow he didn't think Malfoy would appreciate that.

Making a decision so impulsive that it would've made Gryffindor proud, Harry took it upon himself to thank Malfoy in another way. One that didn't involve talking. Reaching down, he shoved a hand up under Draco's robes and gripped the outline of his cock through his trousers.

Draco made a gurgled noise of surprise, but thrust down into the cup of Harry's palm almost at once. In less than a minute, Draco was gripping the back of the sofa and biting his lower lip. Harry sensed that he was close, and hasily undid the zip of his trousers, grasping him through the moist fabric of his underpants.

Malfoy's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and he didn't see Harry's left hand slipping between his splayed legs where they knelt on the sofa. Doing just as the magazine had suggested, Harry cupped Draco's balls first. The other boy gasped sharply, and his eyes peeked open in curiosity. Smiling, Harry pushed two of his fingers behind Draco's scrotum, and gently stroked the flat skin there in a hooking motion. Draco hissed through his teeth and his eyes squeezed shut again, his features taking on a pained expression. Soon he was jerking his hips erratically into Harry's hand, and came crying a vague, heavily vowelled word.

Harry stared at the darkened patch of material before letting his hand slip away, and Draco's robes fell back into place to obscure it.

"What... the bloody... hell..." Draco slipped onto his back, his chest rising and falling heavily.

Harry contemplated telling Draco about the magazine for all of two seconds before deciding against it. He wanted to maintain the upper hand as much as possible.

"What? You've never done that to yourself?" he asked, attempting to sound surprised.

"No, most definitely not." Draco snorted softly, and gave Harry a look. "But it is interesting to note your inventive wanking habits."

Harry chuckled an unthinkingly ran a hand up and down Draco's ankle in a casual caress. Draco sobered immediately, drawing his leg away to swing into a sitting position on the sofa. Harry knew a moment of disappointment before it was forcibly squashed.

"We're done, right?" he asked, clearing his throat to make his voice sound deeper, more forceful.

Draco merely raised an eyebrow at Harry's limp member in reply, making Harry blush scarlet and zip himself back up in embarrassent.

"Are we doing the same thing next class?" Draco asked him, and if there was a hopeful note in his voice, Harry told himself he imagined it.

"Yeah, for Monday's lesson as well," he told him. "Why don't you ever read the syllabus Professor Mason gave you?"

Draco shrugged. "I can't bring myself to. If I know ahead of time, I start to think about it, and..." He gave an exaggerated shudder. "I dread these classes enough already."

Harry's expression went dark and he noted Draco's look of surprise when he turned around to face him.

"What happened to admitting that you like this?" Harry asked in a low tone.

Draco's jaw clenched and he looked away before speaking. "Sorry. Old habits."

Harry continued to glare as he sat up and pushed himself off the sofa. He couldn't explain the sudden flare of angry hurt, but it made his stomach burn nonetheless.

"Looking forward to having you wank me off on Friday, Malfoy," he said coldly. "And I'm not too sodding proud to admit it."

Hauling back the flap to their booth, he stalked away from the Slytherin without looking back to see his look of self-loathing regret.

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