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Peeping Draco
*Attention* I in NO way take any credit for the characters used in this story or the places that it takes place. Full credit to J.K Rowling!
All questions or comments can be emailed to LoinsofLust@hotmail.com if you wish for them to be answered.
Peeping Draco
Harry awoke the next morning with the sun beaming down through his opened draping. Snow covered the ledges of the windows, seeing it was now November and the holidays were inching closer. He smiled broadly realizing it was a Saturday and he had the weekend to himself. Climbing slowly from his bed he stifled a yawn and stretched widely. Harry pulled on his rattiest jeans and an old shirt. Students were allowed to dress casually on weekends, but he would change into something a little nicer once he had his shower. Harry threw his favorite blue jeans and red shirt over his shoulder.
It was only 5:00 in the morning and Harry knew that no other students in his dorm would be up yet. Making his way quietly from his bed he passed his roommates. Harry was certainly different this year. Knowing that he was the only person on the earth that could kill Lord Voldemort and bring peace to the Wizardring worl weighed a lot on him and made him think about stuff he didnt want to. Harry didn\'t like to listen to the thoughts in his head, they were just to depressing.
Once inside his common room Harry poured himself a nice hot cup of coffee, little did he know Draco Malfoy was doing the same thing, seven floors below.
***
Draco gingerly sipped on his hot coffee, slumping back into a large green armchair. He was the first one awake in his common room and sat quietly staring at the fire, which was crackling and jumping with warm flames, illuminating his silver hair.
Draco’s father was still in Azkaban and his mother was murdered, due to his own foolish actions. He was also missing a huge piece in his life, and could not move past it. Climbing to his feet he set his mug down onto a small table filled with someone’s Transfiguration homework and headed to the common room entrance, figuring he might as well take a short walk or a nice bath.
Draco entered the hallway and moved slowly along his corridor. The dungeons were dark and dreary, as he had been feeling ever since the demise of his mother. Lonely and partially afraid were two emotions that were very foreign to Draco as he was usually a proud and stern Slytherin.
Making his way up several flights of stairs Draco turned down a long corridor filled with portraits and statues, light beaming in through the high windows above made it impossible to see to the other end. Walking briskly towards the prefect’s bathroom, Draco turned right, down a small dead end corridor and moved up to a large picture of a bathing mermaid. Touching his wand to the picture he waited for it to click open and admit him entrance, however nothing happened. What the hell? He touched the picture once again, waiting patiently, but nothing happened.
Draco was about to curse out loud and punch the damn picture when he noticed that a small rim of light was seeping from the edge of the frame. Someone was already in the bathroom… Who would be here this time of the morning? He thought to himself. Slipping his finger into the small crack Draco pulled it open just far enough to peak in. His stomach did a summersault. Harry Potter was undressing himself at the edge of the bath, and for some reason Draco couldn’t pull his eyes from the other boys body.
Harry had been given permission by Hermione and Ron to use the prefect’s bathroom whenever he felt like it. Today he was taking advantage of the privilege.
Slowly Harry pulled his old tattered shirt off, the light from the room making his supple skin shine, so smooth and perfect. Pulling his old jeans down slowly, his boxers tugged down with them part way, exposing the base of his cock and his pelvis area which was covered by curly hazel hair. Draco groaned softly, not understanding what was happening to himself. He pulled his eyes from the room and sat against the wall, breathing hard.
“What the fuck Draco! What are you doing” He rasped to himself, making some of the portraits wake up and grumble. The voice in his head was different. Its ok Draco, you like him… Don’t be scared, follow your heart. Draco’s palms began to sweat, his heart racing faster. He couldn’t stand it, he had to watch. Quickly peeking his eyes back to the crack in the door he watched as Harry slowly pulled off his boxers from around his ankles, standing there, stark naked. Draco could feel himself growing hard, rubbing himself through his trouser material.
Could all these years of hatred suddenly be turned into something and someone that Draco wanted so badly? Could he really be in love with his arch nemesis Harry Potter? Was this what he was missing in life? Was this new emotion because he was free of his fathers ridicule? This hit Draco hard, his heart began to pump faster as his groin filled with more blood, making his trousers uncomfortably tight.
Harry slowly slipped down into the warm water, the bubbles sliding up his body and water surrounding him in sweet warmth. He sighed softly closing his eyes and resting his arms along the edge of the bath. Splashing his feet softly through the water he didn’t even notice Draco who now had his head completely in the door, lost in awe.
Harry ran his hand down his chest and into the water. Rubbing his balls softly he let his body float upwards onto his back, his throbbing erection breaking the surface of the water first. Draco’s eyes widened… He couldn’t believe what he was seeing… Was Harry really going to beat himself off? A part of Draco wanted to see it, but another part knew it was wrong to be watching.
The better of Draco go to him and he pulled his head from the door, still breathing heavily and his trousers still amazing tight and uncomfortable he closed the portrait with a click, signaling it being locked.
***
The Great Hall was filled with students and teachers at breakfast time. Harry walked in wearing his favorite blue jeans and tight red shirt that hugged his formed chest and abs. Ron and Hermione sat together at the table, sniggering and chuckling to themselves. Harry was almost sick when he saw them, knowing that they didn’t know he knew their secret. He made his way along the hall and sat in his usual seat. Pulling his plate forward and loading it with some eggs and bacon.
“Bloody hell mate, I got make-up potions today!” Spat Ron, who hated potions worse then anything else he has had to endure. Hermione sat quietly on the other side of Ron, her nose buried in a book, no food on her plate.
“Hermione aren’t you going to eat?” Asked Harry, not really caring but wanting to act like he didn’t know about his two friends wild sex life.
“Oh, Hi Harry. Oh, no thank you, I have a huge Arithmancy test to study for.”
Harry shrugged and looked to Ron, he shrugged back and gave Harry a twisted expression, and they both broke out into laughter. Hermione turned and scowled, climbing to her feet a storming out of the hall muttering, “Men.” This made them both laugh harder.
Harry pulled himself upright and wiped the tears from his eyes, clutching his sides. Looking over to the Slytherin table, Harry noticed Draco picking away at his eggs on his plate, the same sad look he had at the beginning of the year, and come to think about it, every time Harry saw him.
Draco’s eyes lifted from his plate and locked with Harry’s. They both sat looking at each other, neither moving nor breaking the connection.
Draco swallowed hard. Does he know!? Was all that was running through his head.
Harry could see the nervousness in Draco’s face and turned back to talk to Ron. “So what do you have planned for today, other than potions?” Ron looked up from his toast he was now loading with hinkerberry jam.
“I dunno mate, why what you going to do?” He sputtered out, swallowing the last of his bacon.
“I don’t know. Probably just go and relax in the common room.”
Harry looked back up to Draco, who darted his eyes away and quickly started a conversation with Crabbe.
“Hey, Ron, have you noticed anything different with Malfoy this year?”
Ron nearly choked on his toast. “Yeah! The little bitch has been moping around all year so far, must be sad his daddy’s locked up and his mothers six feet under. Ruddy little bitch deserves it anyway, serving the Dark Lord. I hope he didn’t go easy on her either.”
Harry glared at Ron swiftly, anger pulsing through his veins. How could Ron be so inconsiderate, he didn’t know what it was like to lose a parent.
“Yeah, well let’s hope it never happens to you Ron… Then you won’t have to be a little bitch!”
Ron’s face dropped. “Harry I didn’t mean it like that! Mate!” But it was too late; Harry was already storming from the hall.
Harry stopped short at the hall entrance. Fuming at Ron for speaking about someone’s dead parent like it was nothing. Enemy or not, it was selfish and down right ignorant. He turned and faced the Gryffindor table and shouted. “Oh Ron… I know you’re fucking Hermione!”
The whole hall turned and faced Harry, loud gasps spread out through the room, some people howling wildly. Ron’s face and ears turned bright red, matching his knitted sweater.
***
Harry paced through the Gryffindor common room wildly, kicking things and yelling. He was so pissed off at Ron for talking about such a sore area in front of him like that and himself for losing his temper and telling the whole school about Ron and Hermione.
The common room door swung open and Ron came trudging passed, “Ron listen…” His eyes swept right passed Harry and up to the boys dorm, where he slammed the door with a loud bang.
“Fuck you too Ron!” Harry screamed and stormed out into the hallway. Harry was so angry that he didn’t care about who he hit into or who he knocked over as he began to run down the hallway, on the verge of tears. So many emotions filled his body right now and he didn’t know what to do.
To Be Continued
[Ok, I know nothing to exciting happened in this chapter but I had to set the rest of the plot up. Trust me, Draco and Harry finally have an encounter and maybe someone expresses a certain feeling for the other. Just keep reading and please review so I can tell if I\'m heading in the right direction!]
All questions or comments can be emailed to LoinsofLust@hotmail.com if you wish for them to be answered.
Harry awoke the next morning with the sun beaming down through his opened draping. Snow covered the ledges of the windows, seeing it was now November and the holidays were inching closer. He smiled broadly realizing it was a Saturday and he had the weekend to himself. Climbing slowly from his bed he stifled a yawn and stretched widely. Harry pulled on his rattiest jeans and an old shirt. Students were allowed to dress casually on weekends, but he would change into something a little nicer once he had his shower. Harry threw his favorite blue jeans and red shirt over his shoulder.
It was only 5:00 in the morning and Harry knew that no other students in his dorm would be up yet. Making his way quietly from his bed he passed his roommates. Harry was certainly different this year. Knowing that he was the only person on the earth that could kill Lord Voldemort and bring peace to the Wizardring worl weighed a lot on him and made him think about stuff he didnt want to. Harry didn\'t like to listen to the thoughts in his head, they were just to depressing.
Once inside his common room Harry poured himself a nice hot cup of coffee, little did he know Draco Malfoy was doing the same thing, seven floors below.
***
Draco gingerly sipped on his hot coffee, slumping back into a large green armchair. He was the first one awake in his common room and sat quietly staring at the fire, which was crackling and jumping with warm flames, illuminating his silver hair.
Draco’s father was still in Azkaban and his mother was murdered, due to his own foolish actions. He was also missing a huge piece in his life, and could not move past it. Climbing to his feet he set his mug down onto a small table filled with someone’s Transfiguration homework and headed to the common room entrance, figuring he might as well take a short walk or a nice bath.
Draco entered the hallway and moved slowly along his corridor. The dungeons were dark and dreary, as he had been feeling ever since the demise of his mother. Lonely and partially afraid were two emotions that were very foreign to Draco as he was usually a proud and stern Slytherin.
Making his way up several flights of stairs Draco turned down a long corridor filled with portraits and statues, light beaming in through the high windows above made it impossible to see to the other end. Walking briskly towards the prefect’s bathroom, Draco turned right, down a small dead end corridor and moved up to a large picture of a bathing mermaid. Touching his wand to the picture he waited for it to click open and admit him entrance, however nothing happened. What the hell? He touched the picture once again, waiting patiently, but nothing happened.
Draco was about to curse out loud and punch the damn picture when he noticed that a small rim of light was seeping from the edge of the frame. Someone was already in the bathroom… Who would be here this time of the morning? He thought to himself. Slipping his finger into the small crack Draco pulled it open just far enough to peak in. His stomach did a summersault. Harry Potter was undressing himself at the edge of the bath, and for some reason Draco couldn’t pull his eyes from the other boys body.
Harry had been given permission by Hermione and Ron to use the prefect’s bathroom whenever he felt like it. Today he was taking advantage of the privilege.
Slowly Harry pulled his old tattered shirt off, the light from the room making his supple skin shine, so smooth and perfect. Pulling his old jeans down slowly, his boxers tugged down with them part way, exposing the base of his cock and his pelvis area which was covered by curly hazel hair. Draco groaned softly, not understanding what was happening to himself. He pulled his eyes from the room and sat against the wall, breathing hard.
“What the fuck Draco! What are you doing” He rasped to himself, making some of the portraits wake up and grumble. The voice in his head was different. Its ok Draco, you like him… Don’t be scared, follow your heart. Draco’s palms began to sweat, his heart racing faster. He couldn’t stand it, he had to watch. Quickly peeking his eyes back to the crack in the door he watched as Harry slowly pulled off his boxers from around his ankles, standing there, stark naked. Draco could feel himself growing hard, rubbing himself through his trouser material.
Could all these years of hatred suddenly be turned into something and someone that Draco wanted so badly? Could he really be in love with his arch nemesis Harry Potter? Was this what he was missing in life? Was this new emotion because he was free of his fathers ridicule? This hit Draco hard, his heart began to pump faster as his groin filled with more blood, making his trousers uncomfortably tight.
Harry slowly slipped down into the warm water, the bubbles sliding up his body and water surrounding him in sweet warmth. He sighed softly closing his eyes and resting his arms along the edge of the bath. Splashing his feet softly through the water he didn’t even notice Draco who now had his head completely in the door, lost in awe.
Harry ran his hand down his chest and into the water. Rubbing his balls softly he let his body float upwards onto his back, his throbbing erection breaking the surface of the water first. Draco’s eyes widened… He couldn’t believe what he was seeing… Was Harry really going to beat himself off? A part of Draco wanted to see it, but another part knew it was wrong to be watching.
The better of Draco go to him and he pulled his head from the door, still breathing heavily and his trousers still amazing tight and uncomfortable he closed the portrait with a click, signaling it being locked.
***
The Great Hall was filled with students and teachers at breakfast time. Harry walked in wearing his favorite blue jeans and tight red shirt that hugged his formed chest and abs. Ron and Hermione sat together at the table, sniggering and chuckling to themselves. Harry was almost sick when he saw them, knowing that they didn’t know he knew their secret. He made his way along the hall and sat in his usual seat. Pulling his plate forward and loading it with some eggs and bacon.
“Bloody hell mate, I got make-up potions today!” Spat Ron, who hated potions worse then anything else he has had to endure. Hermione sat quietly on the other side of Ron, her nose buried in a book, no food on her plate.
“Hermione aren’t you going to eat?” Asked Harry, not really caring but wanting to act like he didn’t know about his two friends wild sex life.
“Oh, Hi Harry. Oh, no thank you, I have a huge Arithmancy test to study for.”
Harry shrugged and looked to Ron, he shrugged back and gave Harry a twisted expression, and they both broke out into laughter. Hermione turned and scowled, climbing to her feet a storming out of the hall muttering, “Men.” This made them both laugh harder.
Harry pulled himself upright and wiped the tears from his eyes, clutching his sides. Looking over to the Slytherin table, Harry noticed Draco picking away at his eggs on his plate, the same sad look he had at the beginning of the year, and come to think about it, every time Harry saw him.
Draco’s eyes lifted from his plate and locked with Harry’s. They both sat looking at each other, neither moving nor breaking the connection.
Draco swallowed hard. Does he know!? Was all that was running through his head.
Harry could see the nervousness in Draco’s face and turned back to talk to Ron. “So what do you have planned for today, other than potions?” Ron looked up from his toast he was now loading with hinkerberry jam.
“I dunno mate, why what you going to do?” He sputtered out, swallowing the last of his bacon.
“I don’t know. Probably just go and relax in the common room.”
Harry looked back up to Draco, who darted his eyes away and quickly started a conversation with Crabbe.
“Hey, Ron, have you noticed anything different with Malfoy this year?”
Ron nearly choked on his toast. “Yeah! The little bitch has been moping around all year so far, must be sad his daddy’s locked up and his mothers six feet under. Ruddy little bitch deserves it anyway, serving the Dark Lord. I hope he didn’t go easy on her either.”
Harry glared at Ron swiftly, anger pulsing through his veins. How could Ron be so inconsiderate, he didn’t know what it was like to lose a parent.
“Yeah, well let’s hope it never happens to you Ron… Then you won’t have to be a little bitch!”
Ron’s face dropped. “Harry I didn’t mean it like that! Mate!” But it was too late; Harry was already storming from the hall.
Harry stopped short at the hall entrance. Fuming at Ron for speaking about someone’s dead parent like it was nothing. Enemy or not, it was selfish and down right ignorant. He turned and faced the Gryffindor table and shouted. “Oh Ron… I know you’re fucking Hermione!”
The whole hall turned and faced Harry, loud gasps spread out through the room, some people howling wildly. Ron’s face and ears turned bright red, matching his knitted sweater.
***
Harry paced through the Gryffindor common room wildly, kicking things and yelling. He was so pissed off at Ron for talking about such a sore area in front of him like that and himself for losing his temper and telling the whole school about Ron and Hermione.
The common room door swung open and Ron came trudging passed, “Ron listen…” His eyes swept right passed Harry and up to the boys dorm, where he slammed the door with a loud bang.
“Fuck you too Ron!” Harry screamed and stormed out into the hallway. Harry was so angry that he didn’t care about who he hit into or who he knocked over as he began to run down the hallway, on the verge of tears. So many emotions filled his body right now and he didn’t know what to do.
[Ok, I know nothing to exciting happened in this chapter but I had to set the rest of the plot up. Trust me, Draco and Harry finally have an encounter and maybe someone expresses a certain feeling for the other. Just keep reading and please review so I can tell if I\'m heading in the right direction!]