Broom Closets: Not Just For Brooms Anymore

WARNING: Very cliche. and un-betad. And the boys are a little OoC, I know. Real Harry wouldn\'t be such a, well, wimp. Buuuuut that\'s how I wrote him. Besides, this doesn\'t have a plot anyway.

Disclaimer : Don\'t own them. I would\'ve thought that obvious.

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Harry’s first instinct was to scream, but the hand clamped firmly on his mouth prevented him from making any sounds other than a muffled yelp. The body attached to the hand shoved him forward against the wall . Face squashed against the cool stone, Harry struggled against his captor, but to no avail. Whoever it was that was holding him here, they were strong. Behind him, Harry heard a ailky male voice mutter ‘Mobilicorpus’, and he felt himself rise off the ground. He was levitated down the corridor, and into a dark room. Suddenly he dropped out of the air, landing hard on his knees. He scrambled to his feet, hand instinctively reaching for his wand, steeping backwards. This turned out to be a mistake when he tripped over a mop, landed hard on his butt, and was nearly squashed by the body that landed on top of him.

“Well Potter, if I had known you’d be so eager to get me on top of you, I’d have done this ages ago.” a familiar voice drawled. Confused, Harry tried to get to his feet, but the boy above him prevented him from doing anything more than flop about uselessly.

“Lumos” Draco uttered, regarding the look of horror on Harry’s face with a slightly condescending smile.

“Relax Potter,” he smirked, “I know you want this. You think I don’t notice the furtive, darting glances you send my way during Potions? I notice them alright. You want me, and that’s understandable. Half the school wants me. They can’t help it. I’m dead sexy. I just exude sex.”

Harry just stared at him, in shock, and also awe that someone could be so conceited. “Although” he thought, “he does have a point.”

Draco regarded Harry with a smirk.

\"It pains me to admit this, but I want you too. Surprisingly, you’ve filled out nicely, Harry. That’s right, I said Harry. I think if we’re going to do it we should at least be on a first name basis, don’t you agree?”

Harry continued to stare at him in bewildered silence. Draco rearranged himself so that he was sitting on Harry’s stomach.

“Good, I knew you would. Anyway, as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, you’ve gotten to be quite good-looking. You went from a scrawny, underfed child to a toned, gorgeous god. You’re beautiful Harry. Not as perfect as me, of course, but still quite stunning. Are you understanding what I’m getting at?”

“Is Draco Malfoy propositioning me? What the fuck is going on? I should be throwing curses left and right! I should be…oh but that hair…those lips…those piercing eyes…” thought Harry.

Draco watched anxiously (no, not anxiously, Draco Malfoy doesn’t do anxious.) as Harry looked as though he was wrestling an alligator in his thoughts. He looked up at Draco with those piercing green eyes, and gave a small nod.

“Good.” said Draco, and without any hesitation leaned in and kissed Harry, tentatively at first, but growing steadily deeper and more passionate as the dark-haired boy responded, their hatred of each other forgotten as they got more and more caught up in the heat of the moment.

Panting, Draco broke the kiss and stumbled out of his school robes, Harry following suit until they were standing, naked, chest to muscular chest in the small closet. Both boys arousals were painfully obvious now. Draco slammed Harry against the wall and locked his mouth in a kiss, this time more fierce and aggressive, more hungry than before. They sank down onto the floor together in a heap of tongues and hands, arms and legs, finally settling down with Draco on Harry’s lap. Draco ran his tongue up Harry’s jaw to his ear, taking the lobe into his mouth sucking and nipping at it gently. He was rewarded with a gasp from the other boy, who wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him closer. Grinning inwardly, Draco began kissing down Harry’s neck and collarbone, hands roaming all over Harry’s body, massaging his back as he took each nipple into his mouth in turn, sucking and teasing until Harry thought he was about to be pushed over the edge. Draco’s hands kept wandering south, pausing just above Harry’s groin, causing Harry to groan in anticipation.

In one fluid motion, Draco rearranged himself so that he was on his stomach in front of Harry, and swallowed him whole, Harry groaning at the sensation of Draco’s warm mouth over him. Draco swirled his tongue around the head, sucking at it gently before going back to deep-throating. Harry was beginning to thrust into his mouth, shouting incomprehensible words and various dirty suggestions at Draco. Then Draco felt Harry’s balls tighten, and with a loud moan of “Draco” Harry came, arching his back and riding out the wave of his orgasm as it hit. Draco swallowed, and crawled back up to his previous position in Harry’s lap. Harry’s eyes were still half-closed, mouth fixed in a dreamy smile, and Draco had to admit, he did look quite ravishing when he was being…ravished.

“Turn over” Draco whispered in his ear, and Harry, still not quite coherent, complied without a fuss. Draco stared open mouthed at the beauty that lay before him. “Wow,” he thought, “Harry really is a god.”

He ran his hands down Harry’s back, causing Harry to sigh with contented pleasure. His hands reached Harry’s taut backside, and with one hand he reached around blindly for his wand. When he found it, he muttered a spell, and instantly his own pressing erection was covered in a clear fluid. He used the same spell again, this time coating Harry’s insides in the substance.

Harry, having returned to the world of the lucid, wondered what was going on and turned his head to face Draco. The sight he saw was enough to make him think he’d died and gone to heaven. Draco on his knees, looking gorgeous as always, was stark naked, his large erection standing proudly, his body toned and lithe after all those years of Quidditch. He was looking at him with a piercing stare, a look that plainly said “I’m going to have you, here and now.”

Harry wasn’t surprised to feel his own cock begin to rise up to the challenge. Draco moved closer to Harry and inserted a finger into his hole. He pressed in gently, pushing slowly in and out until he felt Harry was ready to handle two, He repeated the process again until Harry was stretched enough to handle what was coming. That, and the fact that Harry was practically begging Draco to fill him. So he did. He pushed himself into Harry, slowly, not wanting to hurt the boy. When he was balls-deep inside of him, he began thrusting slowly in and out. It was like nothing Harry had ever felt before.

Then Draco hit a certain spot inside that made stars burst behind his eyelids. Draco knew from the moans coming from the boy under him than he had done something right, so he angled himself to make sure to hit that spot on every thrust. Harry was delirious with bliss, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through his body. Harry felt his release building up inside of him, as did Draco. Together, they came in hot spurts, each boy moaning out their partner’s name as they rode out their climax.

Draco collapsed on top of Harry, his arms unable to support him. After lying there for a few minutes, basking in the glow of their orgasms, Draco pulled out and began to dress. Harry just watched in unabashed awe at the beautiful boy who just minutes earlier had been pounding into him like there was no tomorrow. He felt like the happiest person on Earth. He was finally with Draco Malfoy, a boy he had secretly been in love with since the fifth year. Life was good.

Draco noticed him stared, a goofy smile on his face. “Oh shit…the \'boy wonder\' probably thinks we\'re \'dating\' now.\" he thought.

“Harry, the sex was great and all, but this doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

It took a while for Draco’s words to register. “Wha..w…what?” he managed to stutter out. “Bu…but…but…I love you.”

“No, you don’t, you lust after me.Who can blame you? But I’m not a nice person, you can’t possibly love me. Besides, I’m not really one for relationships, Potter. Oh, mind-blowing sex, sure. But relationships? No. You’re an excellent lay though, Potter. Call me when you need some attention Mudblood or the Weasel can\'t give you. I might be able to pencil you in.\"

And with that, Draco stalked out of the room, leaving a confused, naked, and crushed Harry Potter in his wake.

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