Harry\'s life as a Malfoy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,906
Reviews:
6
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (if I would, he would have come out to Draco in the 3rd year), and I do not make any money from these writings.
Harry's life as a Malfoy 01
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Harry was laying on his bed in the room he was supposed to share with Draco for the summer. “This is the last thing I though I’d be doing this summer.” he smirked to himself as he considered the situation that had just been forced on him. “I would have never imagined something like this could ever happen. Me and that git Malfoy... allies? I never thought of him that way... He certainly played his part of the perpetual pain in the ass well... He never lost a chance to annoy me, to humiliate me and to make my life a lot, and I mean A LOT harder. I wonder what he\'s like with his friends... If he even has any. That Parkinson girl and Zabini are probably the ones he hangs out with-if they\'re not his friends just because they have to be. And Crabbe and Goyle-I\'m not sure Draco thinks of them as his friends, more likely as his bodyguards. So what\'s he like? Is he nice? Does he have a good sense of humor? Does he have a nickname? And...”
He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts: ‘Why the hell am I so interested in him now? Merlin, Harry, pull yourself together! You’re acting like a twittering schoolgirl! I really need a shower, a cold one for that matter.”
He jumped of the bed and headed towards the small private bathroom. As he opened the door, the candles in the room magically started emitting a gentle blue light. He took his glasses off and started to undress. One by one the pieces of clothing fell on the floor until he remained only in his boxers. Catching a blurry glimpse of his messed-up hair in the mirror he made a half-hearted attempt at fixing it without any success. He put his fingers under the elastic band of his red boxers with a roaring lion depicted on them and quickly pulled them off, stepping carefully in the large shower. He reached for the handle controlling the water flow and as the first drops of cool water sprayed all over his face, he felt his thoughts were replaced by a state of tranquility.
He let his body slowly relax into the water. Harry reached for the shampoo, sniffed it. “Hmm, chocolate shampoo, go figure” and started applying it first all over his neck, his broad shoulders and a tastefully sculptured pecs and abdominal muscles, a result of years of heavy Quidditch training under Oliver Wood. He applied the shampoo gently with his fingertips, making sure he gave his body the attention that it deserved. His fingers traveled lower, grabbing a member no man would be ashamed to have. He rubbed shampoo into his pubic hair, black and messy just like his head and noticed that he was half hard. “Oh, well…” he shrugged and continued to apply shampoo on his cock, getting harder with every stroke.
His foreskin traveled up and down until his dick was standing proudly with almost eight inches in length. He started pumping it slowly, leaving out incoherent sounds, moaning when his other hand found its way to the rear rosebud and started circling around it. He was thinking about his team mates showering, about the playful fights the naked Weasley twins produced after a good match, their identical cocks jumping up and down as they fought, even though he was quite sure George’s was a bit longer. Harry had recently discovered that thinking about boys instead of girls when getting his rocks off made him feel better and more satisfied. He never defined himself as bisexual, gay or even straight for that matter because he hasn’t actually tried anything serious yet (other than some fooling around) and his opinion was that the question, whether he’s gay or not will get an answer when the time will come.
There was one person however, that appeared in his fantasy in that shower for the first time ever. An elegant, pale body, strong, manly, yet with a slight feminine touch to it made his hand move faster. The platinum blonde hair, always perfectly arranged, falling ever so slightly over piercing silvery blue eyes… so full of secrets, he realized, so full of lust in his fantasy, staring directly at him in sheer surprise and amazement.
“Holy fuck, Malfoy, get the hell out of the bathroom!” he shouted when he realized his dream has converted into reality without him realizing it. “What the fuck? Didn’t you hear the shower was on? Or are you some kind of a pervert?” His blush was growing deeper and deeper as he realized he was jacking off with Draco watching him.
“Oh get over it Potter, it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it,” he said after exiting the bathroom and leaving the door ajar. “And you were enjoying it weren’t you?” Draco thought to himself with one of his trademark smirks. “So tell me Potter, who were you thinking about?”
Harry almost fell over at the bluntness of the blonde’s question.
“I…that is…I was…uh…” Harry stammered trying to find a way to change the conversation topic. “Shit, how do I get myself into these situations?” he thought.
“Was it Chang? I would have thought you were over her by now. I mean, a person can only get rejected so many times.” Draco mused.
“As far as I’m concerned it’s none of your business, Malfoy!” Harry responded angrily as he was wiping himself with a towel, his hair still dripping wet.
Draco persisted. “Ooh! Someone’s getting defensive. So if it wasn’t her, then maybe Granger…no, you’d have better taste than that wouldn’t you? Hmm…maybe it wasn’t a girl at all… it wouldn’t be the Weasel, really the only truly sexy guy you know is me.”
Harry paused for a moment and then responded, afraid of getting caught: “Someone’s dreaming. Sorry Malfoy, you really aren’t my type.” He opened the door quickly and smiled at the other teen who was almost on the floor from the sudden loss of the support of the door he had been leaning against.
Harry adjusted the towel around his waist, ran his fingers though his hair and awkwardly offered his hand to the Malfoy heir: “I think it’s time we start anew, don’t you think? So… I’m Harry.”
Draco smiled, crossed his arms and said: “Well, well, the roles have reversed… This time you’re offering me your hand. What should I do, what should I do?” He laughed after that and shook his hand: “Hey. I guess it’s my pleasure to finally meet you, Harry. You can call me Draco. Don’t you think it’s a bit strange to meet me in this way?”
“Hey!” Harry protested. “I thought you weren’t coming back until dinner was served. I thought I had some time for myself.”
“You certainly did,” Draco added with a smirk that lost the annoyance it was usually full of. “Anyway, get dressed, I’ll show you around the castle. You haven’t seen it yet, have you?”
“No, I haven’t…” Harry shook his head.
“Perfect.” Draco smiled. “Then get dressed, I’ll be waiting for you outside. It feels strange to be friends now, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, it does. And you intruding my privacy in the bathroom didn’t help at all,” Harry added with a raised eyebrow.
“Sorry about that,” Draco apologized. “I’ll make it up to you somehow. Hmm… What do you say we open a bottle of Firewhiskey when my parents go to sleep and celebrate this newly formed bonding, or should I call it a friendship?”
Harry smiled: “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, but yeah, ok, why not?”
Draco turned to leave, but stopped and spun around to close in on Harry before whispering to him: “By the way, you have a very fuckable ass.”
With that he turned around, exited the room, leaving a shocked Harry behind.
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Comments&Reviews: Highly encouraged
Disclamer: I don\'t own any of the characters (only those I created, like one of the characters in this chapter), and I will try not to alter their personalities too much and leave them as J.K.Rowling created them to some extent. I also do not make any money from this.
BETA: belgarion63
Originally posted on: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/522300/
Harry was laying on his bed in the room he was supposed to share with Draco for the summer. “This is the last thing I though I’d be doing this summer.” he smirked to himself as he considered the situation that had just been forced on him. “I would have never imagined something like this could ever happen. Me and that git Malfoy... allies? I never thought of him that way... He certainly played his part of the perpetual pain in the ass well... He never lost a chance to annoy me, to humiliate me and to make my life a lot, and I mean A LOT harder. I wonder what he\'s like with his friends... If he even has any. That Parkinson girl and Zabini are probably the ones he hangs out with-if they\'re not his friends just because they have to be. And Crabbe and Goyle-I\'m not sure Draco thinks of them as his friends, more likely as his bodyguards. So what\'s he like? Is he nice? Does he have a good sense of humor? Does he have a nickname? And...”
He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts: ‘Why the hell am I so interested in him now? Merlin, Harry, pull yourself together! You’re acting like a twittering schoolgirl! I really need a shower, a cold one for that matter.”
He jumped of the bed and headed towards the small private bathroom. As he opened the door, the candles in the room magically started emitting a gentle blue light. He took his glasses off and started to undress. One by one the pieces of clothing fell on the floor until he remained only in his boxers. Catching a blurry glimpse of his messed-up hair in the mirror he made a half-hearted attempt at fixing it without any success. He put his fingers under the elastic band of his red boxers with a roaring lion depicted on them and quickly pulled them off, stepping carefully in the large shower. He reached for the handle controlling the water flow and as the first drops of cool water sprayed all over his face, he felt his thoughts were replaced by a state of tranquility.
He let his body slowly relax into the water. Harry reached for the shampoo, sniffed it. “Hmm, chocolate shampoo, go figure” and started applying it first all over his neck, his broad shoulders and a tastefully sculptured pecs and abdominal muscles, a result of years of heavy Quidditch training under Oliver Wood. He applied the shampoo gently with his fingertips, making sure he gave his body the attention that it deserved. His fingers traveled lower, grabbing a member no man would be ashamed to have. He rubbed shampoo into his pubic hair, black and messy just like his head and noticed that he was half hard. “Oh, well…” he shrugged and continued to apply shampoo on his cock, getting harder with every stroke.
His foreskin traveled up and down until his dick was standing proudly with almost eight inches in length. He started pumping it slowly, leaving out incoherent sounds, moaning when his other hand found its way to the rear rosebud and started circling around it. He was thinking about his team mates showering, about the playful fights the naked Weasley twins produced after a good match, their identical cocks jumping up and down as they fought, even though he was quite sure George’s was a bit longer. Harry had recently discovered that thinking about boys instead of girls when getting his rocks off made him feel better and more satisfied. He never defined himself as bisexual, gay or even straight for that matter because he hasn’t actually tried anything serious yet (other than some fooling around) and his opinion was that the question, whether he’s gay or not will get an answer when the time will come.
There was one person however, that appeared in his fantasy in that shower for the first time ever. An elegant, pale body, strong, manly, yet with a slight feminine touch to it made his hand move faster. The platinum blonde hair, always perfectly arranged, falling ever so slightly over piercing silvery blue eyes… so full of secrets, he realized, so full of lust in his fantasy, staring directly at him in sheer surprise and amazement.
“Holy fuck, Malfoy, get the hell out of the bathroom!” he shouted when he realized his dream has converted into reality without him realizing it. “What the fuck? Didn’t you hear the shower was on? Or are you some kind of a pervert?” His blush was growing deeper and deeper as he realized he was jacking off with Draco watching him.
“Oh get over it Potter, it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it,” he said after exiting the bathroom and leaving the door ajar. “And you were enjoying it weren’t you?” Draco thought to himself with one of his trademark smirks. “So tell me Potter, who were you thinking about?”
Harry almost fell over at the bluntness of the blonde’s question.
“I…that is…I was…uh…” Harry stammered trying to find a way to change the conversation topic. “Shit, how do I get myself into these situations?” he thought.
“Was it Chang? I would have thought you were over her by now. I mean, a person can only get rejected so many times.” Draco mused.
“As far as I’m concerned it’s none of your business, Malfoy!” Harry responded angrily as he was wiping himself with a towel, his hair still dripping wet.
Draco persisted. “Ooh! Someone’s getting defensive. So if it wasn’t her, then maybe Granger…no, you’d have better taste than that wouldn’t you? Hmm…maybe it wasn’t a girl at all… it wouldn’t be the Weasel, really the only truly sexy guy you know is me.”
Harry paused for a moment and then responded, afraid of getting caught: “Someone’s dreaming. Sorry Malfoy, you really aren’t my type.” He opened the door quickly and smiled at the other teen who was almost on the floor from the sudden loss of the support of the door he had been leaning against.
Harry adjusted the towel around his waist, ran his fingers though his hair and awkwardly offered his hand to the Malfoy heir: “I think it’s time we start anew, don’t you think? So… I’m Harry.”
Draco smiled, crossed his arms and said: “Well, well, the roles have reversed… This time you’re offering me your hand. What should I do, what should I do?” He laughed after that and shook his hand: “Hey. I guess it’s my pleasure to finally meet you, Harry. You can call me Draco. Don’t you think it’s a bit strange to meet me in this way?”
“Hey!” Harry protested. “I thought you weren’t coming back until dinner was served. I thought I had some time for myself.”
“You certainly did,” Draco added with a smirk that lost the annoyance it was usually full of. “Anyway, get dressed, I’ll show you around the castle. You haven’t seen it yet, have you?”
“No, I haven’t…” Harry shook his head.
“Perfect.” Draco smiled. “Then get dressed, I’ll be waiting for you outside. It feels strange to be friends now, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, it does. And you intruding my privacy in the bathroom didn’t help at all,” Harry added with a raised eyebrow.
“Sorry about that,” Draco apologized. “I’ll make it up to you somehow. Hmm… What do you say we open a bottle of Firewhiskey when my parents go to sleep and celebrate this newly formed bonding, or should I call it a friendship?”
Harry smiled: “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, but yeah, ok, why not?”
Draco turned to leave, but stopped and spun around to close in on Harry before whispering to him: “By the way, you have a very fuckable ass.”
With that he turned around, exited the room, leaving a shocked Harry behind.
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Comments&Reviews: Highly encouraged
Disclamer: I don\'t own any of the characters (only those I created, like one of the characters in this chapter), and I will try not to alter their personalities too much and leave them as J.K.Rowling created them to some extent. I also do not make any money from this.
BETA: belgarion63
Originally posted on: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/522300/