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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, in which I am eternally thankful. ^.^

Tapping his knee impatiently, Harry thought the Prefects' bathtub couldn't have filled any slower. Even casting Aquamenti wasn't enough to make the massive tub fill any faster.

Harry lifted the hem of his bath robes to his knees. Sitting right on the edge of the tub, the soles of his feet barely skimmed the water. It was ice cold to the touch, just the way he wanted it.

His boxers felt unnaturally tight around his crotch. The image of the blond in his dream was still fresh in his mind. He wished his erection would go down; the last thing he wanted to do was wank off thinking about Malfoy.

His eyes drifted to the spot that he and Malfoy first kissed. This forced his dick to throb uncontrollably and very painfully. Harry forced himself to look away. But, even with his eyes tightly clenched shut, the fine details of Malfoy's face flashed before him.

As the bathtub filled at an extremely slow rate, Harry grew tense. Even with the icy cold water risen to his ankles, it wasn't enough to negate the images of his dream. The thought of the smoothness of the Slytherin's bare skin against his own made him shiver. Harry couldn't take it anymore.

He slipped his hand in his robes and gripped his cock under his boxers. He stroked himself aggressively, picturing every little detail of Draco Malfoy. His silver eyes, his flawless skin, how absolutely lush his lips felt against his own, even the way his eyes seemed to remind him of Sirius.

With his eyes closed, Harry moaned softly. His tongue slid across his bottom lip, desperately trying to remember the taste of Malfoy's lips against his own. There was no denying it, now; he had loved their first kiss.

He could hear plenty of bursts. Certain that he was causing many of the glass pieces of the chandelier to shatter, he didn't care. No one was here. It was just him, wanking himself to every thought of Malfoy that he could imagine. Harry could feel his pulse pound through his shaft against his hand. At any moment he expected to hear a loud explosion. . .

"My God, Potter! Have you any decency?" came a drawling voice.

The massive explosion never came. Harry could feel his face burn the brightest scarlet. He didn't want to so much as turn around and look at the blond. He had just got caught wanking off by Malfoy. Harry felt pretty confident that the Slytherin knew who he was thinking about, no Legilimency necessary.

His breathing intensified. He didn't know what to say. What could he really say? His hard-on throbbed worse than ever, and Harry couldn't do anything to satisfy himself now.

"Calm down, Potter. You're such a prude." Malfoy sat down next to him, lifting his bathrobes so he could wade his own feet, "Why the hell did you make the water so damn cold?"

Once again, Harry felt himself incapable of speaking. The only thing he wanted right now was to be as far away from Malfoy as possible. If only he were old enough to Apparate. Not that he could Apparate inside Hogwarts, as Hermione constantly reminded him. Yet, he felt completely unable to run out of the bathroom as fast as possible.

"Personally," Draco Malfoy got up and walked over to the bath taps and started messing with them, "I prefer my bath's to be much warmer."

"I- I think I'll just go, now." Harry muttered, finally gaining a minute amount of strength to just turn around and start to stand.

"Why? You didn't even come." Malfoy walked right in front of him.

"Okay, Malfoy, you caught me. You and your cronies can have your laugh tomorrow. Can I go now?"

"Hmm, no, I don't think so." A wry grin spread across his face.

"It's not funny. Just let me go!" Harry reached for his wand in his robes.

"Expelliarmus!" This time Malfoy managed to disarm Harry. But then, he dropped his own wand.

Before Harry could figure out what he was doing, the blond had wrapped an arm around the raven-haired boy's waist and pressed his free hand against his erection. The blond was taller than Harry. So, when the Slytherin held his head to the side of his own, he could feel Malfoy's lips against his ear.

"Malfoy! What are you-"

"Shut up, Potter. You were thinking about me when you were touching yourself, weren't you?" Malfoy whispered. Harry could feel the blond's hand close around his cock through the material of his boxers.

Harry tried to fight back his desire to moan, but let a whimper slip. Malfoy was right; he could manipulate him too easily.

"Admit it or I'll stop." The blond's voice sounded more playful than threatening.

"Yes." Harry admitted, inhaling through his nose. Malfoy's delicate scent turned him on even more.

"And did you like it when I kissed you?" Malfoy then took to gently kissing to the spot right behind Harry's ear.

"Mhmm." Harry shuddered.

"I knew it." There was a large amount of pride in the Slytherin's voice, but Harry didn't mind. He much more taken by the way Malfoy's lips kept moving from behind his ear down to his neck. Each kiss he left made Harry shiver slightly.

The Slytherin took the arm around Harry's waist and used it to remove the Gryffindor's bath robes. The hand on Harry's shaft slid up and down very gently.

Harry pulled Malfoy in as close as he could. His lips pressed firmly against the blond's collar bone. Thrusting his hip's forward, he pressed his cock stiffly against the blond's hand, indicating he wanted him to be a bit rougher.

Malfoy smirked and drew away. "Get in the tub, Potter." He ordered, slipping his own bath robes off. He hadn't been wearing anything underneath, "And take those odd Muggle undergarments off. They're ghastly."

Harry said nothing and quickly did as he was told. The water was much warmer and he knew the taps would turn off automatically once it was completely full.

He turned around to see Malfoy stepping into the tub after him. Immediately, the Slytherin grabbed the Gryffindor's shoulders and pinned him against the edge of the bathtub. Their lips fiercely locked, Harry could feel the blond's erection press stiffly into his stomach.

Malfoy parted his lips slightly, then closed them around the Gryffindor's lips. Harry rubbed the tip of his tongue against against the blond's lip. Following his cues, Malfoy opened his mouth slightly wider to allow the raven-haired boy's tongue in. 'Mmmm.' Harry exhaled through his nose as their tongues massaged against one another. The warm taste of Malfoy's mouth was simply invigorating.

Malfoy slowly pulled away and took off Harry's glasses, but the raven-haired boy grabbed his hand. "Don't take those off, Malfoy. I want to look at you."

"You really are like a girl, Potter." The blond smirked, setting Harry's glasses next to the tub. "They're getting in the way."

"But-"

"Shut up!"

"If you say so." Harry replied far too casually, pulling Malfoy close.

"I believe this is what you wanted?" The Slytherin whispered, grabbing hold of the Gryffindor's dick once more.

Harry nodded, closing his eyes as Malfoy started tracing his ear with his tongue.

The blond's hand felt very delicate against his cock. He didn't seem keen on getting Harry off too quickly. His skin, free of any flaws or calluses, glided smoothly along the raven-haired boy's shaft.

Harry's breathing grew heavy and sharp through his nose. The way Malfoy was teasing him was unbearable. If Harry bit his bottom lip any harder, he might have broken the skin. His hips pressed forward firmly, practically trapping the Slytherin's hand within their bodies and around his erection.

Even with his eyes closed, Harry could tell from the way Malfoy was breathing, he must have had a broad grin across his face. The Slytherin would stop and tightly clench the raven-haired boy's cock for a moment, then continue with his stroking. He could tell the Gryffindor wanted it harder, so he sped up his movements but at a very gradual rate.

Harry's long sensual moan was muffled as he buried his face into Malfoy's chest. The way he would kiss around his ear and the side of his neck forced Harry to quiver in excitement. With his lips against the Slytherin's collar bone, the Gryffindor couldn't stop himself from lifting enough to sink his teeth into his shoulder. He could hear Malfoy's voice tremble as he gasped, suddenly stroking Harry's dick with intense ferocity.

Harry groaned pleasurably, keeping his mouth on Malfoy's shoulder. His skin pinched between his teeth, Harry savored the perfect flavor which was just as delicate as the blond's scent.

With Malfoy's hand firmly grasped around his shaft and the pacing of his movements grown to its highest peak, Harry threw his head back to let out an echoing cry of ecstasy. His eyes wide open, he could then hear the sound of many pops and shatters echoing wildly about the bathroom. His eyes sprung wide open and his head was gently lifted by the blond so he could look up into his eyes.

"Every single lantern, Potter, that is impressive." Malfoy grinned, although the raven-haired boy could hardly see it. The room had grown considerably darker. Harry knew that every single flame within the lanterns must have burst, taking out their glass surroundings as well.

"Yeah, I bet I could make you do more." Harry replied with a smirk, taking Malfoy's hard-on into his own hand.

"What? No, you don't have to-"

"It's your turn to shut up, Malfoy." Harry gave the blond's dick a tight quick squeeze. Then, he let go and grabbed his waist. He turned so that Malfoy's back was against the tub's edge. Harry had just let himself become completely vulnerable to him, so he wanted the Slytherin to feel the same.

On tiptoes, the Gryffindor pressed his lips against Malfoy's. The blond was unable to resist as he immediately cradled his hands against the bottom of Harry's head. Harry took this as a positive sign and let his hand envelope Malfoy's cock once more.

Lowering himself, Harry proceeded to kiss Malfoy along his collarbone. Letting his lips slide across that area, he didn't stop until he noticed the blond's mild quiver when his tongue slid across the base of his neck. It seemed the Slytherin's erogenous zone was across the bottom of his neck to his shoulder; right where Harry had bit him.

Harry let his hand slide down and cup the blond's balls. The Slytherin's eyes were closed and he let out the most pathetic whimper. Harry knew he must have been teasing Malfoy worse than he had him.

He continued to let Malfoy anticipate by letting his finger tips slowly caress up and down his shaft. He'd occasionally stop at the base of his cock and massage around it with his thumb and forefinger. The blond's light moans could have been mistaken as whines.

The Gryffindor let his four fingers wrap around the front of Malfoy's shaft while his thumb rubbed very firmly across the back. The blond's chest rose and fell at a quick rate.

"Oh God, Potter, please." he begged. Harry smirked. This reaction was just what he was waiting for.

Biting his lip in concentration, Harry gripped Malfoy's dick and began jerking him off at an intense rate. The blond wrapped his arms around the raven-haired boy, his fingers digging into his shoulders. The Slytherin's fast paced breathing was very unsteady.

"Yes! Yes!" The blond would fiercely whisper between broken breaths.

Harry could see beads of sweat glistening across the blond's forehead against the pale moonlight. The two bodies pressed together generated a lot of heat.

A burning desire to be as close to Malfoy as possible made the raven-haired boy lift his leg against the blond's hip. The Slytherin, appearing to feel the same way, instinctively grabbed Harry's leg to hold him closer.

Harry could feel Malfoy's balls pressed against his stomach as he managed to pull the blond's cock ever more aggressively. Malfoy tilted his head down to envelope Harry's lip in his own. Less sensual and much more exotic, their lips and tongues entwined together with much more fervency.

The Gryffindor broke away from the kiss. He could tell by the way Malfoy's entire body trembled he was about to come. Harry's lips found the spot where he had bitten into the blond earlier, and he couldn't bring himself to resist sinking his teeth in again.

"Yes!" The Slytherin shouted, his elated voice echoing off the walls. Harry looked up, a great lifting feeling welled up inside his stomach. He felt as light as air as he caught the dramatic expression in Malfoy's silver eyes as he came. Unable to suppress an intense gasp of his own, Harry could feel the nails that were dug in his shoulders harshly being pulled down his back. Yet, the slashes made him feel exhilarated rather than in pain.

The two boys were covered in sweat. The heat of their passion was monumental. In fact, Harry thought it felt too hot.

Leaning to the side, Harry swiftly lunged out of the bathtub, one arm wrapped around Malfoy to pull him out, too. The Gryffindor looked back at the bathtub. Stunned with disbelief, Harry could see just enough without his glasses, that the water was literally boiling.

"Jesus, Malfoy! Are you trying to kill us?"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Malfoy snapped, standing up and grabbing his bath robes.

Harry snatched up his own bath robes, then felt around for his glasses. The rims were dark which didn't help that they were on a dark floor. But then, he felt the smooth finger tips of the blond brush against the sides of his head as he put his glasses back on for him. Malfoy took Harry's hand and helped him back up.

"Nobody can find out about us, Potter." He quickly told him.

Harry chuckled, "I wasn't planning on telling anybody, Malfoy."

"You don't realize the severity. If the Dark Lord found out-" Malfoy continued, but Harry wasn't paying attention. A jolt of fear shot from head to toe. Malfoy was right. The consequences could be much worse than simply the whole school making fun of them.

"Malfoy, I understand. I won't tell a soul. I swear." The tone of Harry's voice much more serious.

"Good." Malfoy firmly replied. His grey eyes took Harry in for a moment. He appeared to be contemplating if he should tell the Gryffindor "good-night" or give him a good-night kiss. Apparently unable to bring himself to do either, he turned toward the door to leave.

"Er-" Harry managed to get out. He felt disappointed that Malfoy chose to do neither, yet not really surprised. "Wait! This room is a mess. We have to repair it."

"I don't have to repair anything, Potter! That's servants' work."

"But, if someone sees this--"

"The house-elves will take care of it. That's what they're here for." Malfoy's drawling voice interrupted before he left the bathroom.

Not even a night of passionate wanking could tame the superiority complex of Draco Malfoy.
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