The Erotic Adventures of Potter And Malfoy

Chapter 5


Snatched kisses in between lessons and the feel of fingers tangled in hair. Gasped moans of pleasure and sneaking up to the Astronomy Tower to see each other at midnight. Kissing in the shed where the school brooms were kept and hot breath on skin. Emerald green and stormy silver eyes and the moaning of a name during sex. Eyes meeting ever so cheesily across the Great Hall and secret smiles, secret relationships.

Harry sighed happily and wrapped his arms around Draco, who lay gasping and sweaty on his chest. Wrapped warmly in Gryffindor blankets, much to Draco’s withering scorn, in Harry’s dormitory in a cold and almost deserted castle, just after Christmas. Draco looked up at Harry from his position on Harry’s chest.
“This is really clichéd.” He complained. Harry snorted with laughter, making Draco’s head bob up and down.
“I know,” he said. “All we need now is soft-focus and sparkly lights.” He bent his head and gently kissed Draco’s forehead.
“What made you agree to me, Draco?” Harry asked tentatively “I thought you hated me, thought you’d never want me this way.”
“Oh, god, Harry, I don’t know.” Draco moved so he was lying on his front next to Harry, propped up on his elbows and watching his face closely. “I don’t know at all, really. I just saw you and I had to have you. And it’s been fucking excellent, Harry.” Draco’s voice shook with emotion, and he took a deep breath before he could continue. “I really mean that. God, it’s such a……a different feeling to what I’ve felt before, with other people.” He paused for a second, and then shook his head.
“Draco…” Harry said, before leaning forward to kiss him again.
“Mmmmm….” Draco smiled. “On the other hand, if you don’t stop talking and let me get to sleep, I might actually bludgeon you to death with your own Firebolt.” He burrowed further under the thick blankets and yawned sleepily.
“You have no stamina.” Harry murmured and burrowed down with him, curling automatically around Draco’s form. He threw an arm around Draco’s waist, who was making small whimpers of protest, and pulled him tight against him. Harry kissed him sleepilythe the shoulder, and then gave up against the waves of sleep surging over him.


Ron yawned and stretched in one of armchairs by the fire, polishing the finger marks off his wand with a smooth cloth and watching Hermione checking his Potions essay with a frown.
“It’s okay.” She said, “You could have researched a little better though. It’s a little shallow on the theory of the….”
“I still can’t believe Harry’s up there with Malfoy.” Ron interrupted her “I can’t believe how they’ve been acting! I never thought I’d see the day when Harry took Ferret Boy to bed. Maybe he’s got a masochistic streak or something.” Ron frowned and set his wand down, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them.
“Ron, I’ve told you. It’s Harry business. I don’t want you meddling in it.”
“Meddling in what?” asked a voice behind them.

Ron turned, his mouth twisted, expecting to see an angry Harry, but then his expression changed into one of relief when he saw Fred and George, both still wearing their Weasley jumpers from Christmas and who had evidently been eavesdropping, yet looked not the slight bit abashed. They each pulled up a chair and sat down.
“Meddling in what?” Fred asked again. George pulled Ron’s homework towards him.
“I cannot believe you are doing homework, Ronald Weasley. We’ve still got nine days of the holiday left.” George wrinkled his brows disapprovingly.
“Meddling in what?!?” Fred practically hollered at them.
“Oh, Fred, don’t shout, you’ll wake them.” Hermione shushed him hastily, glancing around to the stairs that led up to them, as though she expected a vengeful and sleepy Harry to rush down any moment.
“I’ll wake…them?” Fred asked, incredulously. George pricked up his ears in interest.
“Harry’s up there with Malfoy, if you must know. And please don’t go running up there to see them.” Hermione glared at them warningly.
“Ah, yes. The matter of Potter and Malfoy. I’d heard of that. That book has been lurking around in the library for a while, don’t you know.” Hermione looked scandalised.
“What, you mean there’s pornography in the library? I’ve never found it!”
“Ah, Hermione,” said George “You were looking for it? Tsk tsk, shocking behaviour. No, the restricted section’s what you need. Loads of porn in there.”
“Yeah, loads,” affirmed Fred. “Some weird stuff too. Makes The Erotic Adventures look quite tame. There’s felching and all sorts...”
“Rim jobs…”
“Don’t forget pugwashes.”
“And then there’s the matter of the Western Grip. Oh, and teabagging.”
“And fisting…”
“How can you fist a blo… Oh.” said Ron. He put his hands over his face.
“Teabagging doesn’t sound that horrible…” said Hermione, looking thoughtful “I don’t even want to speculate about what a rim job is, but teabagging has to be quite tame, doesn’t it?
“Hermione,” said George “Teabagging is when you insert your scrotum into your partners mouth, but you do it like when you’re making tea, when you move the teabag up and down in the water.” He stopped, realising he might have said too much. Hermione was looking distinctly green.
“Do I want to know how you guys know all this?” Ron asked, looking faintly nauseated at his brothers’ knowledge.
“Nope.” Said Fred evenly. He grinned. “Yeah, anyway, Ron, even if you do occasionally have to think about Harry teabagging Malfoy or rim jobs or anything savoury like that, shouldn’t you be happy that Harry’s found someone? He’s been looking pretty happy lately. Just let him be, okay?” Ron didn’t look happy at this, especially not at the mental pictures it had caused, but Hermione put her hand on his arm and looked at him out of deep brown eyes.
“Please, Ron, just try. Please? For me? I don’t necessarily like the idea of Harry getting together with Malfoy, but at least he’s happy.” Ron shrugged.
“I still don’t like it.”
“I know you don’t Ron, I know.” Said Hermione, looping her arm through his.

Harry sat back against the wall next to the door, wrapping his cloak around him and shivering slightly in the cold, but he didn’t care. He frowned slightly as he heard Fred and George call a cheery goodbye to Ron and Hermione and shut the door silently. He sat down by his bed, thankful that Dean, Seamus and Neville had gone home. Draco was still asleep, curled up with his head on his arm, and Harry watched him fondly, his long platinum hair all messed up and his long-eyelashes grazing his cheekbones. Harry got up and kneeling beside Draco, grazed his cheekbones ever so lightly with his fingertips. Harry stroked Draco’s hair lightly, feeling the fine strands glide between his fingers, like soft silver silk and lifted them away from his face. Draco looked so peaceful and beautiful asleep like this, the heavy blood red of Gryffindor almost swamping his pale features with its sheer vibrancy. He looked like an angel that had fallen from heaven and couldn’t find his way back up. Harry bent his neck and lightly kissed the sleeping boy’s cheek.
“I am awake, you know.” Draco said reproachfully. Harry jumped back, embarrassed, and sat down on the floor again. Draco frowned and inclined his head, rather like a quizzical puppy.
“Harry? Why are you sitting on the floor? It must be awfully cold. You’ll get piles. And think how that would limit us.” Draco slid out of bed, still naked and sat beside Harry. Then he yelped and scooted back under the covers, saying “Bugger me, I didn’t know it was that cold.”
“Is that a request, or merely a phrase?” asked Harry listlessly. Draco studied him again, concern etching itself across his features.
“Harry?” he said, trying to catch those emerald eyes. “Come sit with me. It’s cold on the floor, and you’re only wearing your cloak. I don’t want you to get ill. What’s wrong?”

Harry sighed and got up slowly and, even though he could see his unhappiness, Draco couldn’t stop biting his lip slightly as he watched Harry’s naked form flop wearily onto the bed. Draco leaned over and looked him in the eyes.
“What’s wrong, Harry?” he asked again.
“Gah, it’s Ron. He’s being…well…Ron. Again.” Harry ran a hand over his face. “He really - and I mean really - doesn’t like this. Us. It’s just… I think it’s cause of his Dad and your father and that I’m his best friend and he’s got this weird quirk about protecting me. He thinks this is bad.” Draco remained motionless, but dropped his eyes.
“Do you?” he asked. Harry blinked.
“Do I what?”
“Do you think this is bad?”

Harry stopped and looked at Draco, his eyes full of disbelief. He reached out with a finger and tilted Draco’s head up, so those stormy eyes filled with pain and hurt were looking directly into his own agai“Dra“Draco…” he said, almost wonderingly. “I could never think that. Did you mean what you said earlier, before we fell asleep?”
“Every word, Potter.”
“Jesus, Draco, Ron’s such a dick. He can’t see this, can’t see I’m happy. Fucking hell. I’ve never liked anyone this much, Draco. I agree with what you said this morning, nothing else has felt like this, not even Hermione, and I thought…I thought I loved her.”

Malfoy blinked slowly, and nodded. He looked up at Potter and ran a hand down his face.
“Please listen to me, Potter. If you feel like that, then I’m the same, because I’ve never wanted anything quite as much as this, as us. I’ve never wanted anyone quite as much as you. I don’t know what’s come over me, I really don’t, but…”
“…I love you,” finished Potter.

Draco’s eyes widened to match Harry’s and by the shocked look on Draco’s face Harry supposed that he must also be feeling as though he was floating, and that sounds suddenly weren’t that loud any more. He moved forward almost as though his limbs weren’t under direct control from his brain, and pressed his lips to Draco’s.

That touch was electric and searing lust filled their bodies as Harry quickly threw off his cloak and took Draco in an embrace, kissing him again and again. Harry bit at Draco’s throat hard enough to draw blood and was satisfied when Draco snarled like a tiger and pinned Harry down hard on the bed, lips meeting lips savagely, almost painfully. A low moan tore from Harry’s throat as Draco pressed against him, and as he nibbled his way down H’s c’s collar bohe bhe bared his teeth and sank them in hard, leaving a deep dent in the flesh, which began to fill with blood almost immediately. Harry pushed Draco away and looked down to inspect the damage. He touched the mark gingerly and winced.
“That hurt.” he said reproachfully. Draco licked some blood off his lips.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.” He snarled and lunged at Harry again, licking the mark and moving down to Harry nipple, which stiffened in his mouth. He bit on it and Harry gasped, raking his short nails down Draco’s back and leaving angry red welts.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it, Harry,” murmured Draco thickly. Harry moaned softly as he licked the pain away and then blew cold air onto him. Harry writhed and bucked, his nails making further marks on Draco’s back.

Malfoy moved downwards and bit the top of Potter’s thigh, just hard enough to make Potter inhale sharply through gritted teeth. Malfoy’s hands wrapped around Potter’s cock, fondling his balls again and he brought his mouth down and swallowed Potter whole. Potter groaned, and his hips bucked repeatedly as Malfoy aggressively sucked and throated him time after time. Potter began to thrust his hips with need and desperation, and Malfoy could feel his teeth catching lightly on it, but Potter didn’t seem to mind. Potter’s breathing was fast and harsh and ragged and Malfoy could feel him tense, before he came in a torrent down Malfoy’s throat, gasping and moaning and crying out Malfoy’s name.

Harry lay there, dazed and panting and Draco brought his head up and pressed his lips against Harry’s. He could taste himself on them, and a slight shiver ran through his body and he began to feel aroused again. The feeling heightened when Draco pulled Harry’s knees up and apart and slid two slick fingers inside him. Harry’s eyes rolled up in his head as Draco began to thrust those fingers. He placed himself between Harry’s legs and pushed them up so his feet were in the air. Harry felt Draco at his entrance for a second and then Draco was inside with one swift stroke. Harry screwed up his eyes and c out out loud at the sudden fullness, but Draco didn’t move. Panting slightly with pleasure, Harry opened his eyes to see silver-grey eyes, dilated with pleasure looking into his own.
“I really do love you, you know,” he said.

And with that he began to thrust, slow and shallow at first, giving Harry time to adjust to the new angle, but then deep and fast and hard, so that Harry was pressed into the mattress crying out Draco’s name, clawing his back, biting his lip and tasting blood, and so that Draco was moaning with each thrust into hot darkness, his eyes shut and pleasure overloading his senses. They moved together, harder and faster, Harry tilting his head back and baring his throat to Draco could suck on it, and Draco sliding a hand between them to stroke Harry’s cock, which had hardened once again. Their moans and gasps of pleasure became louder, until Harry was whimpering Draco’s name almost continuously, between other sighs, and so Draco was aching with need.

Malfoy feis sis senses peak and he stroked Potter’s throbbing penis faster, holding back and then Harry opened his eyes and the startling flash of green against silver dazzled him and Harry shuddered hard as he threw back his head, pulsing, coating their stomachs in his come, screaming in pleasure as Malfoy came hot inside him, tensing and jerking and collapsing upon him in exhaustion.

Neither of them moved for a long, long time, and then it was only Draco, rolling off Harry and shakinth fth fatigue. Harry lifted an arm wearily and lifted Draco’s sweaty hair away from his flushed face. He was already asleep, the effort having tired him completely.
“I love you too, you know,” whispered Harry, before nestling up to him and falling asleep himself.