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Trap Door	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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///Italic\ = cupid

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I will not put up with this. I will take
vengeance. And my vengeance will be terrible. - I just asked him for a new bed,
not necessarily new, but better, because my back�I can feel every single muscle
and vertebra. And do you know what he said? �I don�t care.� He simply said, �I
don�t care.� That makes me so�argh.

The next time he comes down to �visit� me, I�ll take my real form that he can�t
see me and thinks I could break free and then I will�eurm�I
will�well I don�t know now, but I will know later.

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DAY:� ::SEVEN::

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///They were almost living one week down there
now. And nothing had happened. I was on the brink of break down. They were just
sleeping, eating, reading. Hell, they were barely talking. \

Both boys felt an attraction towards the other
one, but suppressed it effectively. They caught themselves staring at the
other, checking the other out, admitting the good looks of the other to
themselves; but nothing was enough to admit and speak out the attraction and
maybe more. They talked themselves into believing that it was a side-effect of
being locked up together in one single room.

///That night I had enough. We had no
time for such kindergarten. It was Harry�s turn to sleep on the floor -they
took turns- and I sent him a dream. I was positive it would work, if not it
would be Draco�s turn the next night.\

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He was sleeping in the huge king-size bed
of their room and woke up

slowly. Something was wrong, feeling strange. He opened his eyes and

saw Draco lying half on him. But that wasn�t the strange�holy

Jesus Christ�Draco was sucking his cock and looked at him naughtily.

He threw his head back and groaned keenly. This was amazing. The

best wake-up call ever. Draco led his tongue along the downside of

his shaft and swirled it over the tip of his dick.

�Dra-Draco?�

The blond hummed around the piece of flesh and drew deep ecstatic

moans out of him. He wanted to look at Draco and watch him giving

head. He opened his eyes and lifted his head. Grey-Blue eyes linked

with his own and a smirk appeared around his dick.

How was the Slytherin doing that? He had his complete shaft down

his throat and was still able to smirk? Draco gave up his penis slowly

and let go completely. First he growled in disappointment, but pulled

Draco up and kissed him shamelessly. The blond broke the kiss and

made an attempt to crawl down back again.

He didn�t want that. He grabbed Draco�s arms firmer and pulled him

closer again.

�No, wait.�

�Ssh.�

Draco silenced him with a chaste kiss and smiled. The blond brought

two fingers to his own lips and plunged them into his mouth. It made

him moan and he wanted to feel Draco, now.

The Slytherin licked along his fingers and brought his free hand down

to the saliva-covered dick of him. He curled his elegant fingers around

the flesh and pumped slowly.

Just watching Draco like this could make him come, he knew that for sure.

Draco let go of his fingers and he saw them glistening with saliva in the

light. The blond brought the fingers to his mouth and looked at him lust

hungry.

�Suck them.�

He obeyed immediately. He swallowed the two digits and played his

tongue around them. Everywhere was Draco. His fingers around
his

dick. His weight on him. And
his taste in his mouth. He wanted it

never to end.

Draco meowed softly and ground his hips into his. The blond pulled

his fingers out of his mouth and kissed him sensually. Like reading

Draco�s mind, he spread his legs willingly and felt the smirk between

the kisses.

�Good boy.�

Draco�s mouth wandered down his neck, deeper along the chest and

met again with his dick.

�Spread your cheeks.�

He would obey to everything. He cupped his cheeks and spread them,

giving Draco permission. The blond led his index-finger along the

sensitive skin and pushed into the tight ring. A pleasant sting passed

through him and he whimpered, begging for more.

A second finger was added and he moaned. Draco was moving his

fingers and he tried to answer and pushing them deeper into himself.

He was fucking himself with Draco�s fingers and wanted more. The

scissoring motions weren�t enough.

�Dra-Draco please. Please!
Fuck me.�

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Harry awoke with a start. He was sweating and panting hard. And a straining
hard erection demanded release. He freed himself out of the blanket and
stumbled into the bathroom, while repeating again and again �Oh god, oh god, oh
god� like a broken record.

It was early in the morning of the seventh day and he nearly ran into the
shower. The dark-haired boy stripped down and turned on the water. The warm
water made him sigh and he stroked his leaking cock idly.

Why had he dreamed of Draco? And above all, dreamed about
being fucked by Draco � almost. He had arranged with the fact that he
thought that Draco was sexy, and hot and beautiful and intelligent and�maybe he
should stop here. But what was that about? Just sexual
frustration? He hadn�t dared jerking off since they were locked in here.
But it had felt so real, so good, and so unbelievably right.

His hand moved faster and he steadied himself, pressing his other hand against
the tiled, wet wall. He recalled the pictures of the dream and bit his lip, not
to moan out loud. His pace fastened again and he knew he was close.

~~~

Draco had been awake for a while and listened to the indecent noises Harry made
in his sleep. It sounded gorgeous and apparently Harry was having fun in his
dream. He smirked wicked. Being locked up in here was showing the first effects
and he was happy, he hadn�t been the one who started it.

The noises of Harry went right down to his groin and he didn�t even bother
about it. Harry was hot and if he would make such sweet sounds while being
fucked of him, Draco wouldn�t mind at all. But why did he think about fucking
Potter?

Harry�s moaning became louder and he listened up again.

�Dra-Draco please. Please!
Fuck me.�

Silence. Harry sat bold upright on the floor and
panted heavy. Draco�s eyes were bulged, almost literally and he felt at once
forty pounds heavier. Harry hadn�t had dreamed of him, Draco Lucius Malfoy, had
he? That wasn�t possible.

The Gryffindor stumbled over to the bathroom and talked to himself, sounding
miserable. He vanished behind the door and Draco sat up. What should he do?
Maybe he just had gotten that wrong. Should he talk to Harry? Should he ignore
the incident? No, that was impossible.

Draco stood up and paced through the room. What if Harry was attracted to him? But
he wasn�t sounding happy when he ran to the bathroom. Why wasn�t he happy with
Draco?

�I�m perfect for him� he thought and smacked himself. Where did that thought
come from?

He walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

�Harry?�

No response. He heard the shower and knew Harry couldn�t hear him. He opened
the door a small crack and peeked inside. Harry was showering with the back to
the door.

�Harry? Are you okay?�

�Ye-Yeah.�

�Really?�

�Yesss.�

The Gryffindor pressed his hand against the wall and Draco knew Harry wasn�t
listening to him. He blushed a nice shade of pink and
wanted to close the door, giving Harry the privacy to finish. But it was boy
wonder�s own fault that he didn�t close the door � in Draco�s own opinion.

�Oh god, yes, Draco.�

That was too much for every sane person and especially every hormone controlled
young man. Draco slammed the door open and startled Harry, who squeaked in
horror. The blond strode to the shower and looked at Harry impatiently.

Harry tried to hide his still hard manhood and looked terrified. One could
almost see him becoming sick. He felt like dying, at least he wished he would.
Draco�s look wasn�t made to decipher and it wasn�t helpful that he scanned him
from head to toe.

�Did you just wanked to
fantasies of me?�

�I � I � I ��

The boy-who-lived leaned against the cold wall and inclined his head in
embarrassment. This was humiliating and his own
fault.

�Did you just wanked to
fantasies of me?�

�Yes�

�It�s rude and disrespectful to��

�I�m�I�m sorry. I��

�� prefer the fantasy to the original.�

Harry was dumbstruck. He lifted his head slowly and looked through the curtain
of water over to Draco. The blond had cocked an eyebrow and looked challenging.
The Golden Boy gulped visible.

�What � What did you say? I mean, what do you mean?�

�I mean, why do you fantasise about someone who�s living with you?�

Harry turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel
around his waist. His erection halfway gone through the shock and he didn�t
feel like finishing it anyway, right now. He walked out of the bathroom -Draco
trotted behind- and sat on the edge of the bed.

�You don�t need to ignore me.�

�I don�t ignore you. I just can�t answer your question.�

�Because?�

�Because it�s embarrassing.�

�Harry, I caught you off guard wanking and you
admitted it was to pictures of me. I think I have a slight idea what the
fantasies were about. But my question was �Why?�.�

�I can�t tell you. I don�t know. Besides, even if I would know an answer, I
wouldn�t tell you. It�s enough that you will make fun of me for dreaming of you
and in THAT way.�

�Actually it�s quite flattering that I appear in dreams of people � in that
way. Listen, I will not make fun of you, if you answer some questions.�

�Questions?�

Draco sat down next to Harry and his eyes wandered again over the firm and
muscled chest of the Golden Boy.

�Yeah, just some questions and I promise I will never mention that topic again,
if you want so.�

�Good, okay.�

�Do you like girls?�

�Like? In what way?�

�Just answer with yes or no. No further explanations. Do you like
girls?�

�Yes.�

�Do you like boys?�

�Yes.�

�Do you like girls as friends?�

�Yes.�

�As more?�

�No.�

�Boys?�

�Yes.�

�Are you gay?�

�Yes.�

�Did I kiss you in your dream?�

�Draco, I think we should~�

�Did I kiss you in your dream?�

�Yes.�

�Do you have experience with boys?�

�Yes.�

�Did you have sex?�

�No.�

�Did I touch you in your dream?�

�Yes.�

�Did you like it?�

�Yes.�

�Did you give me head?�

�No.�

�Did I?�

�Yes.�

�Did you like it?�

�Yesss.�

�Did you fuck me?�

�No.�

�Did I fuck you?�

�Yes-no�

�I was about to?�

�Yes.�

�Did you want it?�

�Y-yes�

�Do you want it to happen for real?�

�Yes.�

�Do you like me?�

�Yes. � Oh god. I�m sorry. I � I��

Harry jumped up in panic and looked like crying. He ran back into the bathroom
and locked the door. Draco went to the door and knocked softly. This tactic
worked always to get answers out of someone.

�Come out, please. I promised I will not mention anything of it ever again if
you don�t want it. Harry, please.�

�I�m sorry.�

�Sorry? For what? Come on, open the door.�

�I�m sorry that you have to live here with me.�

�We had this discussion already. It�s not your fault that we�re here. And I
could think of much worse roommates. Just imagine this annoying Creevy-boy, or Crabe and Goyle. Oh god, the images are enough to scare me.�

Soft chuckles came through the door and Draco knew Harry felt a little better.

�But now you have to live with someone who�s not sure if he likes you more than
just as roommate. And I don�t know how long you have to.�

�That�s my business. And I will manage it. Come out.�

�And you�re not angry? And you don�t hate me more than before? And you will not
make fun of me? And you will still talk to me?�

Draco laughed and shook his head. This was the so-called �saviour of the
wizarding world�? This boy was a mental wreck. He had recognised before, but
this was the perfect proof. Harry needed a lot of assurance and positive input.
Draco thought of him as a person, who needed a lot of physical contact in a
relationship and warmth.

�I can answer all questions with no. And now come out. I�m hungry and want to
eat breakfast.�

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