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Smut for Beginners	By : meleighme Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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***I should mention that this is unbeta-ed, because this is a birthday fic for my beta. Which means I owe thanks to people for pointing out mistakes. Thanks! Also: smut!

The problem with going to his room, Draco realized, was that Crabbe and Goyle were already there. Thankfully, they had decided to�take a nap.
Fine. They were shagging, but had put up silencing charms so, really, that was all well and good. Draco flopped onto his bed. The notebook sat in his hands like some demonic thing that was going to take over his life.

Potter. Writing fantasies. About me. Draco couldn�t wrap his mind around it, but from the sounds of things, the fantasies were rather hot. Maybe it was worth a go. He opened to the middle of the notebook and grimaced at the yellowed, dirty pages. Was that a stain? Draco dropped the book like he had been burnt.
�Disgusting.� Draco muttered. He bent over and began to read without touching the book at all.

�Tonight�s the night,� Draco said as he grabbed me by my arm. �I managed to procure a classroom.�
Huh? Draco thought. Procure a classroom? He looked over the page and rolled his eyes. What was the point in having a plot in a book full of sex stories? He flipped to the next section.

�Mr. Potter.� Draco was able to sound exactly like Snape. �There is no way that you can possibly get a passing grade unless you�re willing to work for it.�

�I don�t believe this.� He stared down at the book in astonishment. �He wrote fantasies about me role-playing to be Snape?� Suddenly, there was a groan and frantic gasping noises from the other side of the room. Glaring at the curtain, Draco snapped out. �Crabbe! I thought I told you to let Goyle do the Silencing Charms! Yours are faulty.�

A muffled �Sorry� was grunted out, and Draco rolled his eyes. Looking back towards his own bed, he steeled himself to read.

�Hands and knees, and we�ll put that smart mouth to good use.� Draco stood there with a perfect sneer, and I could barely stand it.
�Draco, you sound just like him--�
�MR. POTTER. Did I say that you were allowed to talk?� I shook my head and he reached for my chin, caressing my cheek. �There�s a good lad. Now�open up.�
Before I could even open my mouth all the way, Draco�s thick cock was pushing itself in. I had to hurry up and get ready so that my teeth wouldn�t scrape and I sat there not knowing what to do. It was like I really hadn�t ever sucked anyone off before�that�s how convincing Draco was. He pulled at my hair.
�Honestly, Potter. Do I have to instruct you on what to do? Do I have to sit here and order you to push your lips close together, to suck, to lick the tip of the head, to bob your head up and down? Do I have to give you pointers on how to use your hands to grab the base so you can give me the fullest amount of pleasure, to reach behind and stroke my balls? If this is going to be work for me, I don�t see how you�re going to get a passing grade at all, much less graduate on time.�

Draco blinked. The story had started off a little shaky, but it seemed that Potter got into it as the scene went on. He fidgeted, uncomfortably aware of the effect this story was having on him. The scenario was rather inventive, Draco could grudgingly admit that, but it shouldn�t have been making all the blood rush southward.
Potter wasn�t pretty or handsome or in any way attractive. Draco was reacting to a story about a blow job, that was the only thing that explained this feeling. Maybe it was the involvement of Snape--no. Snape was even less attractive then Potter. Snape didn�t even have hair that longed to be brushed, or muscles that were no doubt hidden beneath those bulky clothes. Snape didn�t have green eyes that looked up so beautifully when they were sucking--NO!

Draco was not fantasizing about Potter. He. Was. NOT.

He looked back down at the notebook. It really was rather disgusting, he could probably get diseases just from being near it. And there was this handy charm he knew for studying, where when said over the paper, the words read themselves aloud.

Yes. Draco thought. That�s a much more sanitary option.

He pressed the tip of his wand against the ripped edge of the paper. �Oro Membrana.� All at once the low, raspy voice of Harry Potter filled the air. Draco hastily quieted it, careful not to use a silencing charm because that would effectively mute it. Hopefully the lower volume made it so that only he could hear the voice.
As the fantasy continued, Draco gave up trying to look unconcerned and gave up on convincing himself that he was doing this for research purposes. Own your vices, I always say.

He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them to his thighs, dragging his underwear along with them. He lifted up slightly from the bed, all the while listening to Harry�s breathy voice whispering in his ear.
And holy god, it was like he was right there, like Harry was pressed into his side, hot breath tickling against his face and muttering filthy things. Draco imagined that it was Harry�s hand gripping him and sliding up and down his cock, pushing below the strap of his boxers to cup his balls. As Harry�s voice murmured about sucking Draco to the root, it was Harry�s hand that brushed the tip of his cock and Draco was so hard he was leaking enough that it could have been Harry�s mouth.
His hand tightened convulsively and Draco bucked up off the bed, barely managing to stifle his groan. An odd squeaking noise in the background kept tearing Draco out of the fantasy, but then Harry�s voice was right there drawing him back in, telling him how wonderful it was that Draco was unable to control his reactions, that Draco�s cock was twitching against Harry�s tongue. The pace quickened and fantasy-Draco began to fuck Harry�s mouth in earnest, and the voice became throatier, like Harry could actually feel Draco thrusting and like the muscles were spasming around his cock, and two seconds after fantasy-Draco pulled out and came all over Harry�s face, the actual-Draco was spurting into his hand and not bothering to muffle his groans.
Panting on top of his covers, Draco was about to reach for his wand and cast a cleansing charm, when a giant crash sounded off to his right.
�Sorry!� Crabbe called out. �Bloody bed threw me off. Got caught up in the story, you know.� There was a shuffling noise as Crabbe pushed himself back onto his bed. Draco, somewhat shaken, pulled his trousers up.
The voice continued on, quietly starting a new fantasy in a much clearer and more composed tone than before. Harry was narrating how Draco was laid up in the infirmary, and needed to be comforted when Draco suddenly felt very tired and he muttered a subdued, �Finite Incantatem.�
Harry abruptly stopped talking, and Draco shut the notebook feeling somewhat bereft. Perhaps, Draco thought. After dinner, I should return his property.
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