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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49553 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Twenty | Satisfy the beast and run

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25 minutes
is an eternity! That realisation was the second on Harry’s list of things he
knew for sure right now. Number one was, of course, the knowledge that he
wanted Draco now more than anything else.

Harry checked his watch for the 20^th time in two minutes and finally
heard the door open. 7^th year pupils bustled out of the classroom
and Harry’s senses went on alert. Girls and boys of his age passed him, but
didn’t notice him in his niche. He could sense Draco and his scent was stronger
than ever. Finally, the blond came out of the classroom.

He was sad. His mate was sad because of him, Harry noticed, but he would make
up for it and satisfy his longing at the same time.

The Slytherin Prince reached the niche and was pulled into it. The other pupils
didn’t pay any attention to him. After all it was Draco Malfoy. Some hated him
too much to help. Others admired him and thought it was appropriate that he had
a kinky partner. Malfoy himself had no opportunity to protest, because the
moment he vanished into the shadows his mouth was covered with another.

His eyes wide open, he saw Harry’s face close to his and pushed the Golden Boy
away.

“What the…?”

Harry just smirked and kissed the long pale neck in front of him and purred
against the soft skin so that Draco shuddered.

“I want you, Dragon.”

“Potter, stop this shite.”

The Boy-Who-Lived took one step back and Draco saw the captivating black eyes
he’d seen before. This wasn’t the real Harry Potter. The Slytherin didn’t know
if he wanted to kick him or kiss him. He wasn’t angry, but he wasn’t happy
either. Draco stretched one hand out and pressed it against Harry’s neck, his
thumb caressing over the cheek steadily.

Purrs, as though from a spoiled kitten, filled the silence and Draco felt a
sudden urge to pleasure Harry. He didn’t know what the hell had happened.

“Why are you doing this to me, Harry?”

The Gryffindor opened his eyes and stepped closer to Draco. His hands went
directly to Draco’s pants and began to open the belt.

“You’re angry with me and I don’t like that.”

His fingers dipped into the boxers and curled around Draco’s already hardening
manhood. The Slytherin Prince hissed and glared at a sweetly smiling, black
eyed Golden Boy.

“I hate you, Harry Potter.” Draco pressed through gritted teeth and yelped when
the grip on his dick got firmer.

Harry looked at him with his usual green eyes and pulled his hand out of
Draco’s underwear. He wanted to punch the gorgeous blond in front of him, but
couldn’t. His anger just turned into sexual longing and he wanted to punish
Draco for that comment.

With his beautiful green eyes he looked at Draco, who stared back at him
uncertainly, and felt hot and keen and disgusted. Harry wanted to run out of
the niche and hex himself badly for what he wanted from Malfoy right now. He
didn’t even notice the concerned looks the blond was giving him because of his
internal arguments.

“Harry? Eurm, are you alright, Harry?”

He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t suppress such an intense desire.
Golden Boy growled deeply and pushed Draco against the wall. He still fought
against it and his green eyes flickered with black dots.

“Don’t be nice to me, Draco.” He whispered, riled. “If you touch me, I’ll hurt
you. Understood?”

Harry knew it was an empty threat but apparently Draco didn’t, since he nodded slightly
and cast his nervous eyes down. The dark haired boy growled again and went down
on his knees. He yanked Draco’s pants down and felt elegant but frantic fingers
in his hair. Harry moaned quietly, but fought against it and looked up at Draco
with angry eyes.

“I said. Don’t. Touch. Me.”

“But…but, Harry…”

“Don’t.” Harry growled and Draco’s fingers let go of him. ‘That was close’ he
thought, if he’d allowed that touch a little longer, he would have given in and
been Draco’s. He just needed to satisfy his lust for Draco and he could leave.

The Gryffindor pulled the boxer shorts slowly down, letting them pool around
Draco’s ankles like his pants. He marvelled at the sight in front of him and
restrained himself from pulling the blond to the ground and riding him. This
animalistic side of him scared him.

Harry poked out his tongue and licked slowly over the head of Draco’s penis.
His eyes cast up at Draco; he saw the Slytherin breathing hard, biting his lip
and watching his actions with huge shocked eyes.

His tongue left a wet trail down to the root and he sucked at the skin between
penis and balls. Draco stopped worrying his lower lip and inhaled through
gritted teeth.

“Harry, someone will find us.”

The dark haired boy leaned back a little and looked up. Draco saw the devilish
gleam in the eyes that switched with every blink from green to black and back
to green again.

“No one’s here and if you keep quiet no one will come either.”

Without further comment Harry shifted his weight again and leaned forward. He
pressed his moist lips on the head, opened them a little and dragged his tongue
over the blond’s flesh. He noticed Draco’s hands
clenching and twitching, longing to grab something – probably his hair. The
Gryffindor hummed quietly around the flesh that slid deeper and deeper in his
mouth and observed Draco’s reaction with gratification.

Draco bucked his hips in passion and groaned loudly. Realising that it had maybe
been a little too loud, he raised his hands and covered his mouth to muffle the
sounds escaping his throat – apparently he’d found a place for them at last.

Golden Boy began bobbing his head up and down and hollowed his cheeks to
increase the suction. With one hand he gripped Draco’s hips; the other was
buried in his own pants and stroked his own erection to the rhythm of his
mouth. He moaned deep down in his throat and literally felt the shiver that ran
through the Slytherin’s body.

Suddenly Draco tore his hands from his mouth and moaned Harry’s name wantonly.

“Har-ry… oh my God… I’m cumming,
Harry.”

Draco’s strained cries of lust went right down to his groin and Harry spilled
his own semen in his hand and boxers. He let go of the softening cock in his
mouth and stood up, refastening his pants. Draco was panting hard and gazing at
him through half lidded eyes.

“Why?”

Harry smirked and leisurely licked a droplet of cum from the corner of his
mouth, noticing that Draco’s eyes were glued to it.

“I wanted to.”

“You’re barmy.” Draco regained his composure gradually and bent down to pull up
his boxers and pants. “Not that I mind, but …”

Draco looked up and fell silent. He stood alone in the niche and Harry was
nowhere to be seen.

“I hate you, Potter.”

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Harry slumped down on his bed. Finally clear headed again, he asked himself
what the fucking hell he had done. He threw his arms over his head, hiding his
face.

He’d found his way back to his dormitory in a stupor, but reality seeped slowly
into his mind and forced its way into his thoughts.

The Gryffindor’s upper body shot upwards like an arrow released from a bow.

“Oooh SHIT!” he groaned and mentally cursed even more
colourfully. Golden Boy stood up and paced the room from one end to the other.

‘Shit – Merlin, what have I done?’ Harry buried his head in his hands but
didn’t stop pacing backwards and forwards. ‘What the hell? I blew Draco Malfoy
– VOLUNTARILY. Oh…my…God. I must be possessed. Yes, I must be possessed by
someone…or something...’

“Yes, that’s it.” He said loud; completely convinced and stopped in the middle
of the room.

“What’s it?” Ron asked as he stepped into the dorm.

Harry span around and looked at Ron, a little shaken.

“I…er…I…you know…nothing, it’s…it’s nothing.”

The red-head’s look obviously said ‘I don’t believe you, Harry James Potter,
but it’s your business for now. You’ll tell me anyway.’

“Uhum, alright…I just came to get you for dinner. Oh,
and some third year boy asked me to give this to you. It’s from Snape.”

Harry cautiously took the envelope from Ron’s hand and a thousand thoughts
flooded his mind as to why the Potions Master would send him a letter. Worst
case scenarios appeared as often as flowers and rainbows and little bunnies – anything
was possible. Okay, so rainbows and little bunnies didn’t usually go hand in
hand with Snape, but hope dies last.

“So, what’s with dinner?”

“Oh, eurm,” Harry turned the envelope in his
hand and stared at it as though trying to read the letter through the envelope.
“Grab Herm and go alone. Maybe I’ll follow later, but I’m not actually hungry
right now.”

“Fine, but I would advise you to come down later or Herm will nag at you for
missing meals.”

Harry barely noticed that Ron had left the room, the letter held his full
attention. He ripped the right side open and fished two pieces of parchment out
of the envelope.

‘Mr Potter,

Please get the book ‘Magical Creatures of the Wizarding World’ by Samuel M. Lex from the library and come to my office during dinner.
The required pass is enclosed.

Prof. S. Snape’

Harry read the letter again before hurrying out of the dorm. Dinner had
already started and Snape hated unpunctuality.

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Harry hurried down to the Dungeons with an old, mouldy tome in his hands and wondered
what was going on. Why had Snape asked him
to bring him a book about magical creatures? Why now, in the middle of dinner?

The Golden Boy stopped in front of Snape’s office and leaned against the
doorframe for a moment. ‘Now or never’ he thought, and knocked. The Head of
Slytherin house’s voice answered him and Harry opened the door and went in.

The book would have fallen to the floor if Snape hadn’t caught it magically and
levitated it to his desk. Harry seriously considered stepping back, closing the
door and running back up to Gryffindor tower.

Draco, the person he least wanted to see, sat in an armchair in front of the
Potions Master’s desk and looked at him. Just looked; no sneer, no smile, no
glare.

“Mr Potter, would you please come in and close the door; there’s a draught.”

Harry still toyed with the idea of a hasty retreat but decided against it and
closed the door, after thinking longingly about the terror he would spare
himself. But what could be worse than the horror that hung above him now?

“Take a seat.”

Harry did as he was told and sat down in the armchair next to Draco. He shifted
in the chair to the other side to be as far away from Draco as possible.

He didn’t look at the blonde and didn’t see the hurt and bemused looks that
were aimed towards him. Snape held out the book to him and he took it
automatically.

“Harry.” The dark-haired boy’s eyes jumped from the book to Snape and suddenly
he had a feeling that it wasn’t the first time he’d heard his first name come
from Snape’s mouth. “Before you ask any questions, please
read the article from page 463 on in this book. Maybe it’ll explain some
things and help you to understand.”

“Understand? What? And why’s he here?”

“Don’t mind us. Take your time reading and when you’re done we’ll talk about
it.”

Harry looked at his Potions Master, completely taken aback, but no further
explanation came and he opened the book in defeat. Seemingly it was the only
way to get answers. He flicked through the book to page 463 and read the
headline. His eyes shot again up to Snape.

“Sir…”

“Read on, Potter. Read on.”

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