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A Secondary Education	By : Thunderbird Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews, as always! They have kept me motivated after a hard week.
Fortunately I find writing Drarry smut very therapeutic. I hope you enjoy this installment. As always, let me know what you think!
Lesson 6: Learning By Hand
The moment Draco knocked on Harry’s door for their second evening together, he was pulled inside by eager hands. He heard the door close behind him but didn’t register much else before he was pinned against it and Harry’s lips descended on his. Quite happy to match this more aggressive approach, Draco chuckled against the brunet’s mouth and kissed back with equal fervor, pulling the Gryffindor against him.
He could get used to being trapped like this, he thought. He could get used to the expanse of chest flattening against his, and the hard cock grinding into him, and the warm mouth that seemed intent on consuming him, piece by piece.
Harry pulled away before Draco felt he’d had his fill, which always seemed to be the case, really. But he was grinning at Draco now with open lust, and that was a heady thing all its own.
“Hi,” Harry said.
“Good evening,” Draco replied with a coy smile. “Getting right to the action I see. Not going to offer me a drink this time?”
“If you’d like one…” Harry started to pull away, but Draco grabbed his wrist.
“No. I like it,” he clarified. “Skipping the preamble and going right to tonight’s lesson suits me just fine.”
Harry bit his lip. “All right. Good. Because I’ve been thinking about this since last time we were together.”
Draco was amazed at how such a simple admission could make his cock throb. “What do you have in store for me tonight, then, Professor?” he asked. “More dry-humping, or are we moving on?”
Harry went back to grinning. “I rather thought you might like to see me naked.”
Draco swallowed, unable to help it. “Yes,” he said, aware that his voice had gone a bit hoarse. “I would.”
Harry pulled away completely. “Not here,” he said, and turned. “Follow me.”
He was walking in the direction of the bedroom, his bare feet (even that sight was oddly erotic) making not a sound on the soft carpet. Draco followed, keeping his pace steady even though inside he was jumping with nerves and excitement.
The light was better in the bedroom; it seemed Harry had lit all the lamps for the purpose of their lesson.
Better to see him by. Draco had to admire the man’s confidence.
They stood there a moment, Harry near the foot of his bed and Draco only a few steps through the door, watching each other, before Harry raised an eyebrow and said, “Well?”
“Well…”
“You have to unwrap the package if you want to see what’s inside.” Harry’s tone was both amused and suggestive, and Draco smiled and shivered in equal measure.
He closed the distance slowly, watching Harry’s face and stance, the way he appeared relaxed with his arms hanging by his sides. But his back was also straight and poised, and his eyes took in every movement Draco made. When Draco was finally close enough, he could feel the hum of energy that practically surrounded Harry’s body.
“Shall I begin here?” Draco asked softly, reaching up towards the top button of Harry’s crisp, white shirt.
“If you like,” Harry replied.
Draco undid the first button. Oh, I like, he thought, noticing the way the bright whiteness of the shirt set off the olive tone of Harry’s tan skin. Very much. He undid another button, revealing a scar in the center of his chest that was oval in shape, as if it had been made by the pendant of a necklace. Draco skimmed the rough skin with the tips of his fingers, but didn’t ask, instead opening the shirt more, exposing the first teasing inch of Harry’s toned abdomen. The final buttons revealed it all, and Draco couldn’t help laying a hand on the warm skin, running over the stomach almost reverently. He’d felt these muscles through Harry’s jumper a few nights ago; he knew they were there. Still, in the flesh this torso was a thing of beauty, even with the small lines of scarring scattered here and there.
Knowing it could only get better once the shirt was completely removed, Draco reached up to Harry’s shoulders, pushing the collar so that the fabric slid down his arms and fell to the floor. Now he had a whole landscape of skin to touch, and he did, running lightly over the sinewy tendons of Harry’s bare shoulders, the arch of his throat, and down to the dusting of dark hair on his sternum. He could feel Harry’s gaze burning into him, and he looked up, finally, to meet his eyes.
“Keep going,” Harry said. “Take off the rest. Then you can explore all you want.”
Draco didn’t need to be told twice, realizing Harry was right. He wanted to touch Harry’s skin all over. He wanted to see the full picture, get the full experience. His hand dropped to the belt of thick, black leather, his eyes still on Harry’s as he made quick work of the buckle with nimble fingers. The brunet’s lips twitched with what Draco thought might be an impressed smile, though his eyes retained all of their heat. As Draco felt out the fly of Harry’s jeans he was confronted with the rigid pole of the brunet’s erection. He pushed it gently aside so he could pull down the zipper unhindered, and he saw Harry’s lips part in a small gasp. Draco gave Harry the smallest of smirks as his hands slid long the loosened waistband of the jeans, pulling on them until they descended on their own, pooling at Harry’s feet.
Harry stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Now he was before Draco in nothing but a set of black briefs that left nothing to the imagination.
Unwrap the package indeed, Draco thought, his mouth watering at the sight of the erection straining Harry’s underwear. Draco wanted to wrap his fingers around it, stroke it until Harry was practically fucking his hand. He wanted to drop to his knees and press his face into it, lick it to completion. His own cock was twitching with need at the very thought.
But this was a time for restraint. Harry’s instructions, while not explicit, had been clear. Draco was to strip him completely, then spend some time familiarizing himself. He could just sense, the way Harry was standing, still and patient, that he wanted Draco to take his time. Draco could do that. He looked at Harry again.
“Like what you see?” the man asked. “You’re staring hard enough.”
“I haven’t seen everything, yet, have I?” Draco riposted, though this wasn’t strictly true. He’d seen Harry Potter’s cock already, and in the mouth of another man no less. But Harry didn’t need to know that.
“Believe me when I say, no one is stopping you,” Harry said, not so subtly urging Draco on.
Draco gave into the urging, grabbing onto the briefs and pulling, dropping to his knees after all to get them all the way off. Harry stepped out of these as well, and when Draco looked up, the brunet’s magnificent cock was there, right in front of his face, red and veiny with arousal.
All Draco had to do was lean in a couple of inches, and he could kiss the tip, which he saw was already glistening with precum. But he didn’t. Instead, he just looked, taking in the details he hadn’t gotten the first time: the protruding head, the ring of dark hair around the base, and the heavy bollocks hanging underneath.
Draco was so turned on, almost hypnotized, looking at it, but he didn’t touch it. He knew once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop. So instead he found his way to his feet, looking into Harry’s eyes once again. They were scorching.
“Time to explore?” Draco asked softly.
“By all means,” the man replied.
Draco picked up where he had left off, fingers playing along Harry’s chest. The hair was coarse, but not too thick, and he ran his fingers through it before letting them slide to a pectoral, and the nipple that had peaked and hardened in the evening air.
He grazed it, then let the pad of his finger circle the areola. Harry let out a soft moan.
The other hand was feeling Harry’s abdomen again. The front was almost solid muscle, the very lean kind that Draco admired most, but he did find some softness around the sides, just above the hips, and he found himself really liking that too. He squeezed the skin lightly between his fingers, then went lower, to the more tender skin at the crease of the joint. Harry breathed out a shaky breath.
So, Draco thought, this was a hotspot. Not surprising. Follow the line of that crease, and he would be practically cupping Harry’s sac.
Knowing he was dangerously close to giving in and finally touching that erection, Draco decided to move around Harry, coming to stand behind him. Harry remained perfectly still, not even turning his head to try and look back at Draco. It gave the blond implicit permission to admire unhindered.
And admire he did. Long ripples of muscle shaped Harry’s broad back, coming in to dip at the spine. Though there were plenty of scars – some small, and some long and puffy, like they were made by a whip – they only added to the effect, to the pure masculinity on display. Draco followed the lines with his eyes as a finger descended down the spine to where the torso tapered at the tailbone.
And there, just below: Harry’s arse. That fine arse, even better than Draco remembered. Because it was not pure muscle, but rather had enough shape, enough roundness, to be truly gropeable.
Even spankable. But Draco ignored the idle thought as it flitted through his mind. Maybe Harry would let him, someday, when they knew each other a bit better.
For now he was content to imagine what it would be like to have that arse cradling his cock, what it would be like to feel his bollocks bouncing against those round cheeks while he thrust deep inside. He groaned at the thought, stepping close enough that the hardness in his trousers teased along Harry’s opening, clueing the Gryffindor in to exactly what he was thinking about.
He received a shaky moan in response, and closed his eyes, placing his mouth on the back of Harry’s neck, ever so lightly, running his lips along the skin while the short, dark hairs along the nape tickled his nose. His arms reached around, his fingers itching to play with Harry’s nipples again. He gave them rougher treatment this time, pinching them between his fingers.
“Ah!” Harry cried out, while his arse muscles clenched against Draco’s groin, stealing Draco’s breath and making him grind into Harry harder on instinct.
Draco knew his cock was weeping in his trousers, unwilling to take much more teasing without satisfaction. He had to touch Harry, had to take this to the next stage.
One hand snaked down Harry’s stomach, fingers slipping into the pubic hair and going further, bypassing the base to fondle the wrinkled skin of his bollocks. He squeezed gently, grinning into Harry’s neck as the man bucked against that hand, clearly wanting more.
“Can I touch your cock, Professor?” he asked in the man’s ear, enjoying the way it made him shudder. “I need to. Please say I can.”
“Fuck,” Harry said, his tone pure lust. “Yes. Touch me.”
Draco’s long fingers wrapped gently around the shaft, relishing the feel of the soft, tender skin encasing the steel-like hardness. He gave it one slow stroke, earning an unabashed and erotic moan from the brunet. Draco did it again, then drifted towards the tip, where he collected the beads of precum that were leaking out and used them to swirl his fingers around the head. With his hand and the cock partially lubed, he went back to stroking, keeping the movements slow and steady.
Harry seemed to be trying his best to remain still, but his arse muscles were twitching, which Draco could still readily feel, seeing as he was practically frotting against the Gryffindor from behind, seeking some stimulation of his own. He was turned on enough, with that heavy cock on his hand, that he might find a way to come like this. And he knew Harry could too. But he realized he wanted more. He wanted to be just as naked as Harry when he found his release.
He let go of Harry’s cock and the brunet let out a frustrated growl.
“I want you to see me too, Harry,” he said. “Do you want that?”
Harry turned around to face Draco, and the blond caught a glimpse of the unmistakably carnal glow in the other man’s eyes before his mouth was captured in a sensual kiss. Their tongues battled for a moment before Harry pulled away, walking backwards towards the bed. He climbed onto it.
“Strip for me,” he said, his voice deep with command. “Let me get a nice long look. Then you’re going to make us come with your hands. Understand?”
Draco nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. But he wanted to follow those instructions exactly. There was nothing he wanted more.
So he grabbed the bottom of his jumper and pulled the garment up and over his head, taking the undershirt with it so that all of his upper body was exposed to the brunet’s thirsty gaze. He was thinner than Harry, and paler, but he also knew that he was practically solid muscle, and that, other than his sectumsempra scar his skin was smooth and pristine. So he simply drank in that gaze as he removed his shoes and socks and undid his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. He was determined to stand before Harry as unabashed as the Gryffindor, even as his pants were removed and his hard, bobbing cock came free and stood at attention.
Harry did not disappoint him either, his eyes roving over Draco as his lips parted, as if in awe. Their eyes met, and they exchanged small smiles of mutual appreciation before Harry said, his voice more hoarse now, “Come here.”
Draco approached, climbing onto the bed as Harry lay back and kneeling between the Gryffindor’s legs. He had his wand in his hand, knowing they would need it. He placed it carefully on the bed before lowering himself, his eyes focused on Harry’s mouth while the rest of him felt the slow approaching of skin touching skin.
When their cocks brushed together it sent a powerful jolt through him, making him let out a surprised, needy sound that had Harry moaning in response. Draco kissed him, knowing there was a desperation in it that hadn’t been there before. Harry returned the kiss, welcoming Draco’s plundering tongue, making it clear he was as ready for release as Draco already was.
Draco grabbed his wand, conjuring lube and coating his hand with it. He looked down at Harry, who nodded.
“Trust your instincts, Draco,” he said. “Make us feel good.”
Draco wrapped a hand around both their cocks, stroking them against each other, and Draco watched with satisfaction as Harry arched against him, his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth open as if he were about to moan. Draco stroked again, his hand encasing the head of Harry’s cock for a moment before coming down again, and Harry really did moan now, or perhaps it was both of them. The sensation of his shaft against Harry’s, of his hands moving them, of Harry reaching up to grab Draco’s shoulders as he bucked against him, it was all volcanic heat and a swirling, soaring thrill, a give and take of need volleying between them as he hand moved up and down.
Draco kissed him again, doing his best not to let the rhythm of his hand falter. He was going slow, building them up inch by delicious inch, but the way Harry’s fingers were roaming now, playing with a nipple, running along his back, even gripping his arse, made Draco shaky with pleasure. He grunted and groaned into Harry’s mouth, every pinch and stroke going right to his cock, stoking the heat.
His mouth descended to Harry’s neck, unable to keep up the dual focus of kissing him and wanking him simultaneously. He simply panted into his neck, knowing as the heat grew and his bollocks twitched that he was close.
“Harry,” he breathed, “I’m going to… Gods, I’m going to come. Are you…?”
“Yes,” Harry replied with a gasp. “I’m so close. Just a little faster.”
Draco obliged, exercising all his will to keep his orgasm at bay as his hand picked up its pace. He wanted to time it with Harry’s. He needed to.
“Oh, Draco!” Harry said desperately. “Like that. Don’t stop. Just like that. Oh, fuck!”
Draco found himself smiling, his breath almost a laugh of relief as he felt Harry spasm in his hand, and he knew he could let go. In a powerful surge he came, coating both their cocks and his hand, his cum mingling with Harry’s as both men twitched and trembled, panted and groaned.
“Sweet Merlin,” he said under his breath as he rolled and landed next to Harry on the bed.
“Yeah,” Harry agreed with a sigh. They lay there panting for a while before he looked over at Draco. “You’re a natural, you know.”
Draco grinned. “I know a lot about wanking.”
Harry chuckled, sounding both amused and satisfied. “Don’t we all?”
Draco made to reach for his wand before realizing his wand hand was covered in spunk. “Clean us up, would you?” he said to the Gryffindor. “My wand’s right there.”
Harry did, picking up the hawthorn wand and looking at it a moment before waving it over both of them, vanishing the cum from Draco’s hand and both of their groins. Draco couldn’t help another small groan as he felt the magic brush lightly over the sensitive skin of his softened cock. He relaxed against one of Harry’s pillows, still in the process of coming down from his high.
“This is already a lot better than it would have been with Rick the Prick,” he said.
Harry let out an amused hum. “Yes, well, I told you to be choosy.”
“I thought I was being choosy at the time, you know. There was plenty to like about the bloke on the surface. How was I supposed to know what he was really like?”
“One of the pitfalls of trying to pick up strangers,” Harry said. “You usually get at least a few duds before you get something good.”
“You should have warned me.”
“I thought I had,” Harry insisted. “I told you to buy them a drink and talk to them for a while. You were the one who pretty much skipped that step and went right to the dancing and the teasing.”
“Hmph,” said Draco, having no good way to counter that. “I was in a bit of a hurry, I suppose,” he admitted finally.
“Perhaps I should have just offered myself to you from the beginning, saved you all the pain and hassle.”
Draco looked at him in surprise. “You considered doing that?”
“Yes. Of course I did. But I had no idea if you’d go for it. I thought it might be too strange for you, given our history.”
Draco frowned, thinking. He had found the idea strange at first, but that feeling was long gone. Being with Harry was surprisingly easy, even natural. He supposed it was because there were no expectations of this turning into something serious, and that took the pressure off.
“Is it strange for you?” he asked the Gryffindor.
“Yes, a little,” Harry said. “But it’s a good strange. It was unexpected, and that makes it exciting. Not to mention, I rather like getting to see the side of you that most people don’t get to see. You’re so reserved and controlled most of the time, and to see you not that way, to see you with the walls down…it’s quite hot, honestly.”
“Hmm,” Draco said, considering that. “I suppose you have a point.” The truth was, he’d hardly thought of that, because he’d been dropping his walls unconsciously this whole time, in response to Harry and his complete lack of self-consciousness.
They lay in silence for a while, both of them content. Harry pulled the covers of the bed over them at one point, more to shield them from the night air than to hide their nakedness. Draco realized he was becoming dangerously close to falling asleep again.
“I suppose I should go soon,” he said.
Harry turned his head to look at him. “You’re free to stay the night, you know.”
“I appreciate that, but we do have to think about discretion. It would be easier for me to leave at night, when being out in the castle wouldn’t seem suspicious. If I leave in the morning, it might draw attention.”
Harry tilted his head against his pillow. “That’s true. There’s no way to know if anyone would notice, but they might.”
“It’s just better to be cautious, I think.”
“Fair enough. But there’s no reason you have to go right now. Stay a bit, have a drink. Or perhaps some sweets.”
“Sweets?” Draco asked, giving Harry a confused smile.
“Like ice cream,” said the brunet, sitting up. “I always like eating ice cream after sex. I don’t know why. I just get a craving.”
“Ice cream in bed? That’s very indulgent.”
Harry shrugged. “It’s nice to indulge sometimes.”
Draco looked at him, unable to help a smile.
“Shall I call a house elf, then? They’ll be happy to bring us some. Any flavor you like.”
Draco smiled wider. “Yes, all right. I want chocolate fudge.”
Harry licked his lips. “Mm. That sounds perfect.”
***
When a bright red Howler arrived for Draco during breakfast a few mornings later, the blond felt a spasm of panic, looking automatically to Harry. He saw the Gryffindor’s eyes widen in a question, and he thought perhaps they were wondering the same thing.
Does someone know about us? Are we about to be outed to the entire Great Hall?
But then Draco picked up the letter, which was starting to smoke, and realized he recognized the handwriting of the address. With a small sigh of relief, but still dreading what was about to happen, he opened it, and heard the shrill and booming voice of one of his closest friends fill the hall.
“DRACO MALFOY! YOU HAD BETTER ANSWER THE NEXT LETTER I WRITE TO YOU OR I SWEAR ON ALL THAT IS GOOD AND MAGICAL IN THIS WORLD THAT I WILL SEND YOU A HOWLER EVERY SINGLE BLOODY MORNING UNTIL YOU DO. SO WRITE ME BACK YOU STUBBORN BASTARD!”
The Howler burst into flames, just as the hall was bursting into giggles, all eyes on the staff table where Draco sat, watching the letter burn to dust. He looked around, arching a brow at his students.
“As you were,” he said, loud enough to be heard by most of them.
There was another round of laughter, plus some whispering, likely speculating who it was that had sent Professor Malfoy a Howler.
Looking amongst the staff Draco could see there was plenty of curiosity there as well. He turned to McGonagall.
“My apologies for that, Headmistress,” he said. “Pansy has never quite grasped the concept of subtlety. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
McGonagall nodded, and he thought he saw a small, amused smile flit across her mouth before her expression became impassive again.
“That was Pansy Parkinson?” Harry asked.
“Well, Pansy Nott, now,” Draco corrected. “But yes. I haven’t written her in a while. Apparently she took some offense to that.”
That got some laughs from the table, and most of the staff went back to their breakfast.
Only a few minutes later another owl swooped in and dropped a letter on Draco’s plate. This one was from Pansy as well, but it was comprised only of normal parchment, much to Draco’s relief. He picked it up and stuck into the inside pocket of his robes.
“That from Pansy as well?” Harry asked him, smiling.
“It is.”
“I suppose you’d better answer it, then.” Draco could tell Harry was curious, but now was not the time to explain. He had been avoiding Pansy, but for reasons he definitely wasn’t going to get into with everyone listening in.
“Trust me, I plan to,” he told Harry. “I’m not going to be the provider of any more mealtime entertainment. Once was enough.”
“She certainly knows how to get your attention, then.”
“She knows me well,” Draco admitted. She always had.
It wasn’t until his classes were done for the day that Draco decided to finally open the letter. He knew he should respond immediately; the woman didn’t make empty threats. But he still put it off, at least until he was sure he could be alone.
It wasn’t a particularly long letter, Draco was glad to see. Pansy was never one to go on and on, and preferred to get to the point, something he had always appreciated about her.

Dearest Draco,
I suppose I should apologize for the very aggressive means I implemented to make sure you read and responded to this letter. Well… I’m sorry. But honestly, what did you expect? I wanted to give you your space but this is getting ridiculous. I know you took a post at Hogwarts, which I think is a wonderful step forward, actually, and means you’re obviously ready to move on with your life. I’m glad for that. I just want to be a part of it.
The only reason I can possibly think of for the fact that you are avoiding me is that you somehow believe that I’ve taken Blaise’s side over yours. I can assure you that isn’t the case. I have barely spoken to him, actually, except to give him a piece of my mind and tell him he should be ashamed of himself. He didn’t take that too well, as you can imagine.
I don’t say this often, so don’t get used to it or anything, but you are the most important friend I have in my life. I don’t want you to shut out everyone who cares about you just because of what happened. Theo and I both miss you.
So write to me, or else!
All my love,
Pansy

Draco was actually smiling when he finished the letter, which surprised him. Thinking about Pansy had been painful for him these past few months, not because of something she had done, but because she reminded him of the past, of all that had happened. Not to mention, she’d ended up in a quite happy arranged marriage and already had a child who she and Theo both adored. It was very hard not to be jealous, and that made him feel doubly worse because the last thing he wanted was to wish her misery.
But maybe he was ready to start moving on. The thought of Pansy and Theo’s love and fidelity didn’t make his stomach burn with resentment anymore, nor did thinking of them with their son, a happy little family unit. And that was a step in the right direction, a sign that he was healing, even if it had taken a while.
He took out some parchment and a quill, considering what he wanted to say to her. He had only gotten as far as Dear Pansy when the paper dragon on his desk roared softly and flapped its delicate wings.
He had a message from Harry. His stomach flipped.
He tapped on the dragon with his wand and waited for it to unfold.
Meet again soon? Any night but Sunday, the parchment read.
Smiling, Draco tapped it blank and then composed his own message.
Tomorrow night, then. My rooms this time. 10 o’clock.
He sent the message off and turned the parchment back into a dragon, then turned back to his letter to Pansy.
There were certainly some things about his current life that he wasn’t going to be able to share, but it was nice to know he could assure her that he was at least happy, and had found many worthwhile things to distract him at Hogwarts.
Thinking of that, the letter was actually quite easy to write.
goddess-of_dragons: Thanks! They are trying to be very careful at this point. But will they be discovered down the road? Who knows? (Well, I do, but I’m not telling :) )
LadyShire: Thank you so much for the kind words, as always! I’m glad you’re enjoying the deepening of their relationship. It will be happening slowly but surely throughout the fic.
serpensprincess1: Thanks, so glad you’re reading! The relationship is pretty simple at this point, because that’s how both of our boys want it. Something easy and casual. But as feelings deepen, things will get complicated, as you are already predicting.
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