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Scratch The Surface
By : charmedtodeath
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Views: 4312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
- ~Lips brushed against lips in a gentle kiss. A moan escaped Draco’s mouth as he felt Harry’s warm tongue slide down his neck and suck gently. Slowly Harry kissed his way down to his collar bone, and he nibbled playfully, eliciting another moan from Draco.
Draco’s moans seemed to be encouraging Harry, who was making his way down his chest, pausing to take a hardened nipple into his mouth and suck, swirling his tongue over the hardened nub, before pulling gently with his teeth.
Draco whimpered as Harry’s hot tongue traveled lower down his body licking and sucking at his abs and down to his thigh. Kissing slowly, and nibbling gently, closer and closer. Harry’s hot breath stopped at his entrance. His head came up and his eyes locked with Draco’s seeking permission before his head went back down to finish what he started.~
Draco’s right hand worked furiously, pumping up and down, fast and hard. His left hand was circling his puckered entrance, and a gasp escaped his lips as he pushed his middle finger through his tight hole. Still working his right hand, he slipped another finger through his ring of muscles and imagined Harry licking him, and probing his hole with his hot, wet, tongue. Pushing in deeper, he brushed against his prostate causing him to cry out in pleasure. In another four pumps from his right hand, he had spurted his hot seed into his hand, and onto his belly.
Draco lay on his bed for hours afterwards. He didn’t know what to do. Ever since he had gone to Diagon Alley a few weeks ago, his obsession with Harry had become even worse. The sound of Harry’s husky voice and the feel of his hot breath against his ear, would not stop haunting him. It was driving him insane.
Rolling over, Draco closed his eyes and pulled his blankets up to his shoulders. He had missed dinner because he didn’t bother to get up, and now his stomach rumbled with hunger. But Draco still didn’t get up. He wasn’t in the mood for eating. Tonight was the last night of his summer vacation, and all he wanted to do was sleep.
---------------------------------------------------------Harry grumbled. He had woken up to another dream about Malfoy. It was three A.M. And his last night of summer vacation. Harry hated Malfoy.
After the first dream, they had started coming almost regularly. They would always end before Harry was able to finish off, and it was like Malfoy was taunting him even in his dreams, making sure that he would have to wank off afterwards, just to give him the humiliation of willingly wanking off to his mental images of the dream.
Harry was very confused. He had always thought that he like girls. But it seemed that either his subconscious was telling him he was gay, or Malfoy had somehow caused these reoccurring dreams. He would get to the bottom of this.
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Harry sat in a compartment at the back of the train. Alone. His knees were drawn up on the seat, and his head rested on them. His eyes were closed and if you listened carefully, you could hear him snoring. Ron and Hermione were in the prefects compartment, and Harry thought he would catch up on some rest that he’d missed out on the night before.
He had stayed up all night just thinking. He couldn’t get over the fact that Malfoy was in his dreams. And why did his dreams always have to be of a sexual nature? But most importantly, why was he enjoying them. He was straight right? He’d had a girlfriend, well kind of. If the sloppy mess she called a kiss, counted for anything. But besides Cho Chang, Harry realized that he had never even been attracted to any girls. Was he even attracted to Cho? He’d cringed when he thought his next thought. Yes. Harry had first noticed Cho while playing quidditch. Her hair was pulled back from her face and she was dressed in quidditch gear. She had looked like “One of the guys” He recalled Terry Boot telling her after a particularly good maneuver.
Thinking about quidditch brought his thoughts to the sexy Slytherin seeker, and a growl of frustration had made its way out when Harry felt himself responding to Malfoy’s wind-mussed hair and shining silver eyes, lit up with the delight of flying.
After about an hour and a half of uncomfortable shifting and repositioning, he had just decided to stop pretending that he wasn’t attracted to Malfoy so that he could relieve his aching cock and get some sleep. Fine. He was gay. What?
A loud noise startled him from his slumber, and his head snapped up in the direction of the compartment door. Standing in the doorway was a smug looking Draco Malfoy. Perfect. Just who he wanted to see. Harry immediately straightened himself out and sat up, glaring pointedly at Malfoy.
“What do you want?” He snarled. “Ooh. Not very nice then are we?” Draco answered back. “Just looking for a place to sit Potter. don’t get your knickers in a twist. All of the compartments are full, or being put to…Better use. In fact, I just saw something that may interest you.” He said with a devious smile. “And what would that be Malfoy?” Harry asked, with suspicious eyes. “Where are your friends Potter? Do you know?” Harry’s eyes narrowed “They are in the prefects compartment.” “Oh. Are they?“ Malfoy said with a smirk. “ I could have sworn that I had just taken fifty points from Gryffindor for inappropriate behavior in a public place. The sight was unbearable. The image of the weasel’s freckled ass, has scared my brain forever. It was almost worth it to see the look on goody, goody mudblood Granger‘s face though. That was priceless.” He said trying to contain his laughter at the look on Harry’s face.
Harry was seething. He stood up quickly and grabbed Malfoy by his robes and slammed him into the wall. “Don’t you make up that kind of shit about my friends you ferrety little faggot.” Harry snarled. “Don’t believe me Potter? Why don’t you take a look for yourself. I bet they are still in there.” Malfoy said, his eyes squinting from the headache he had received from being slammed into the wall. “They are in number 214.” Harry dropped Malfoy and stomped out of the compartment, slamming the door behind him.
How could that prat even dare to say such a terrible thing to him? He wondered. But Harry kept walking forward, towards number 214, hoping not to see the sight Malfoy had described. “ They wouldn’t do that to me. They would tell me if they had decided to date each other.” Harry coaxed himself under his breath. “I mean why wouldn’t they tell me?”
Harry came to a stop outside of the compartment he was seeking, and noticed that it had no windows. He tried to open the door but It was warded with a locking charm. Three tries at unlocking the door later, the lock clicked, and the door swung open.
Harry stared horrified at the sight before him and stuttered an “I..I..I’m Sorry.” before quickly shutting the door and running back to his compartment, knocking down Malfoy, who was blocking his path. - You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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