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Draco Malfoy Does Not Do Libraries	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. yadda yadda yadda I don't make any money from this. blah blah blah

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Wow, so I know a lot of you may have thought I was dead. I am not. I've just been dealing with severe depression and anxiety for the last several years. Because of this I have been unable to write anything for a very long time.
Anyway, here is the conclusion.

Several more weeks passed before Draco had any contact with “Harlot” whatsoever. Not a single glimpse of that reddish-blonde hair or the sound of her voice. He once thought he heard her giggling only to dash around the corner and see it was just the Weasley chit.

About a week after that embarrassing debacle, Draco was sitting in History of Magic, doodling on his parchment in an effort to stay awake, when a neatly folded paper airplane landed on his desk. He glanced around the room to see who it might have come from but there was nothing indicating that any of them threw it.

After poking it with his wand a couple of times to make sure it wouldn’t explode, or worse, he picked it up and unfolded it. It was a note written in vaguely familiar hand writing but he couldn’t place it.

My Sexy Slytherin,
I’m sorry it’s been so long since our last meeting, but I’ve been terribly busy with homework. I’m sure you have been as well.
As you know, Christmas Holiday starts next week and I was hoping we could get together some time then since I will be staying in the castle. But if you’re going home, that’s fine too.
I just really, really miss you… and your cock, of course. I never imagined fucking would feel that good. My fingers just don’t seem to cut it anymore. Now I just have to choose which I like better; riding you or being pounded into the wall by you. Maybe you could help me decide?

~Harlot

By the time he’d finished reading the letter; Draco’s pants had become uncomfortably tight. He subtly adjusted himself before grabbing his quill and jotting down his response under her writing.

Harlot,
You are probably the most confusing girl I’ve ever met, but certainly the most intriguing. Reading about how much you miss my cock has it standing at attention.
Unfortunately, I already made plans to go home for Christmas. Perhaps I could arrange to come back early and we could… explore each other further.

~Draco

The moment Draco signed his name; the parchment folded itself up and took off. He watched it zoom around the room before it flew out an open window.

~!~

“Damn it, I’m late.” The blonde grumbled to himself as he looked at his watch, which read 8:37pm. He had promised Harlot he’d be back to the castle by eight on Christmas day and would meet her outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room. “Fuck, she probably left already.”

Draco hurried through the winding halls of the dungeon, silently praying that she would still be there. He dashed around one last corner and was relieved to see his strawberry-blonde beauty sitting on the floor along a seemingly blank stretch of wall.

Hearing footsteps, Harlot snapped her head to her right and jumped up from the floor. She seemed happy to see him at first, but then she got a little angry. “You’re nearly forty-five minutes late! I would have left if I wasn’t so unbelievably horny!” After her short tirade, she immediately calmed down.

“I think I can more than make up for it.” With a smirk, Draco took her by the wrist and pulled her toward a wall. He whispered a password and the passage into the Slytherin common room opened up.

Still holding Harlot’s wrist, the teenage boy practically dragged her across the common room to a black door. The few students that were there stared at them, but neither noticed nor cared.

Behind the door was another hallway with several other doors along both sides. The blonde led her to one labeled ‘Seventh Year’ and pulled her inside. He quickly locked the door with his wand, not even checking to make sure no one else was in the room, and nearly threw her on his bed.

Not a moment later, Draco was covering her body with his own and kissing her with everything he had. He pulled back for second. “You have been a very naughty girl, making me wait this long.”

Harlot smirked and grabbed the back of his head. “You have no idea.” She then pulled him back down into another steamy kiss. Their mouths and hands continued to explore each other as clothing was torn away.

Draco backed up some to take in the sight of the glorious naked body before him. His eyes settled where her hand was lazily rubbing her clit. “Now,” she demanded in a husky voice. And he was only too happy to oblige.

Before his throbbing cock could make its way to her wet entrance, two of his fingers slid into her. Their lips met once more and Harlot moaned into him.

After an agonizingly long time, Draco’s hardness finally found its destination and slammed into her. She threw her head back and screamed in delight and in no time they fell into a fast, pleasurable pace.

Soon, the blonde teen decided this wasn’t quite what he was looking for.

In the blink of an eye, Draco had he flipped onto her stomach. She squeaked in surprise before giggling in anticipation. He pressed her legs together and put his knees on other side of hers. Finally, he reentered her dripping core from behind, his hips pressing against her ass, and held there for a few heart beats. When he started moving again, it was at an unbearably slow, but hard pace.

Draco continued in such a fashion and buried his face in her hair at the side of her neck. Harlot’s pleasured screams were muffled by the pillow beneath her. Her breathing hitched as he began placing love bites on her skin. And suddenly, something gave the young man pause. Hadn’t he been pressed against her hair?

The Slytherin pulled his head back and realized that long, strawberry blonde had turned into short and black. At the same moment, the hot wetness around his cock started to tighten painfully and he quickly pulled out.

“What’s wrong?” A different, but very familiar voice asked. The dark head of hair turned to reveal confused green eyes.

“What the fucking hell, Potter?” Draco screeched in mortification.

“Harlot” was suddenly a frightened deer. “Oh shit, it wore off,” he stammered and scrambled away from the older boy, pressing himself against the head board.

“Potter, what the fuck is going on?” The blonde shouted. “Have you been her the whole time?”

“Yes,” Harry replied meekly. “But you weren’t supposed to find out! The polyjuice wore off.”

“No. Fucking. Shit, Potter.”

Harry started to stand up, his face red in either anger or humiliation. “Well you were the one who was late.” He muttered heatedly. “If you’d been here at 8 we’d have been done shagging by now and we’d both be sated.”

“What was this about?” Draco asked, confused but less angry now. “Why did you trick into having sex with you?”

The brunette began searching for his women’s clothes. “Well I sure as hell couldn’t just waltz up to you and ask for a shag, now, could I? I’m a man and Harry Potter. I didn’t think that was the best combination to get you in the sack.” He replied hurriedly, pulling on various articles of clothing.

Harry was surprised when the next sound he heard was Draco’s guttural laughter.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“Absolutely neither of those things bother me, Potter.” The blonde stated. “Sex is just sex. No one cares who’s doing whom. Besides, you’re plenty hot enough for me. Sure we may not like each other, but there’s still a passion there. And that’s all that’s required.”

Harry sat in silence, pausing his movements of dressing. “So… what are you saying, exactly?” He queried.

Draco stood from the bed with a smirk and purred, “I am saying if you want me to fuck you, let me fuck you.” The sock in Harry’s grip fell to the floor when he released it in shock.

“O-okay.” The younger boy stammered, his eyes fixing on Draco’s still living erection.

For the first time all over again, their lips met in a fiery kiss. But kissing Harry was somehow different than kissing Harlot. She had been confident, while he was much more shy. Being in another’s skin must have made quite a difference.

Once again, the pair found the bed. The blonde young man slowly removed the shirt and single sock Harry had managed to put back on.

Naked once again, the green-eyed boy was led to lie down. Draco kissed and nipped his way down the flat bare chest below him until he came to Harry’s half hard cock nestled in a crown of dark curls.

In one fluid motion, Malfoy swallowed the offering in front of him to the hilt and felt it as it continued to swell in his mouth.

Above him, Harry loudly moaned his appreciation.

Draco pulled off for a moment. “This is your first time, again, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Harry sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as the other teen’s tongue flicked along the head of his cock. “I like that.”

“Good.”

After Draco spent a few minutes generously feasting on Harry’s delicious manhood, he reached into his bedside table and pulled out a bottle. “It’s not too late to change your mind, Potter.” He quipped as he popped the top open.

“What’s that?” Harry asked as he watched the other pour some liquid onto his fingers. One finger slowly pushed passed Harry’s tight ring of muscle and he winced.

“It’s lubricant that also contains mild pain relieving properties.” The other boy replied.

“Oh.” The dark-haired boy gasped. Gradually, a second finger was added to the first and they began to pump in and out at a gentle pace.

Once Harry’s opening was good and stretched, Draco sat back on his knees and ordered, “Turn over.”

Suddenly nervous, the Gryffindor did as he was instructed.

Almost instantly, he felt his legs being pressed together and the other boy straddled him. Hot breath wafted over his ear and a husky voice whispered, “I thought I’d pick up where we left off.”

Harry’s erection twitched against sheets in interest as Draco’s cock prodded his stretched entrance. “How badly do you want my cock, Potter?” He asked.

“Bad.” The younger boy whimpered. The mushroomed head pushed into him and he grimaced for just a moment. The rest of the shaft followed until Draco’s balls were pressed tight against the back of Harry’s thighs, but he did not move.

“How bad?” The blonde panted and nipped the ear near his lips.

“Give it to me!” Harry screamed.

That was all Draco needed to hear. He slowly pulled out until just the tip remained and then slammed back in. Harry screamed again, a little in discomfort, but mostly in absolute pleasure.

For the first minute or two, Draco moved at a moderate pace, not wanting to hurt the other boy. Harry could feel every inch sliding in and out of him and it was the better than he could have possibly imagined.

Suddenly, Draco thrusted faster and changed his angle just slightly. Harry saw stars and threw his head back. “Fuuuck.” He moaned.

“You… you like that, Harry?” The older of the two groaned as he sped up yet again.

“Yeeees. Yesyesyesyesyes.”

Harry started to feel a familiar tightening in his balls and lower stomach. “I’m gonna come.” He gritted out.

“That’s it, baby.” Draco lightly bit the side of Harry’s neck and the latter screamed his name as his cock spurted its load into the bed beneath the pair.

The muscles around the Slytherin’s cock tighten and convulsed. Before he knew it, he was coming inside the smaller body. In short order, he collapsed forward.

After the two young men took a minute to gain their breath, Draco asked, “So, was it what you expected, Potter?”

“Better, actually.” Harry panted softly.

Draco smirked at the back of the dark head beneath. “Glad I could be of service.” He stated as he pulled his now flaccid penis from the other’s limp body. The two spent a few minutes lying next to each other, relaxing in post-orgasmic bliss just a little longer.

Finally, Harry rose from the bed. “I should probably get going before anyone wonders where I disappeared to.” He said as he began to gather his clothing once again.

“How do you plan on getting out of here? You can’t walk out looking like that when you came in as a hot girl.” The blonde asked as he sat up in bed, watching the other dress.

Once his skirt was one, he pulled a small vial out of a pocket. “I brought extra.” He replied. “I probably should’ve drank it while I was waiting for you, but it’s obviously too late now.” He tipped the contents of the bottle into his mouth and morphed back into the strawberry-blonde bombshell.

“Where’d you get the DNA, by the way?” Draco asked. “I’ve never seen her before.”

“I took a hair from a muggle girl last summer.” Harlot answered, now completely dressed. “I thought it would make more sense than using someone you might know.”

“Planning this for a while, huh, Potter?”

Harlot blushed a deep red. “I should go.” She stammered and quickly headed for the door.

Before leaving, she turned back to look at Draco and winked. Then she was gone.

~!~

A few weeks later, Harry was headed to breakfast with his friends when he bumped into someone as he was walking into the Great Hall. “Oops, sorry.” He muttered before noticing the blonde hair and Slytherin garb the person was dressed in. “Oh, Malfoy.” It took everything in him not to blush, but he couldn’t stop the erection that started.

“Hey, Potter. Meet you in the library later?” The blonde asked as he backed away.

Harry grinned. “Yeah.”
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