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Learning Curve	By : MerenwenFefalas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Learning Curve.

Author: Sonja.

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17.

Disclaimer: Messrs Potter and Malfoy belong to JK Rowling. I�m just borrowing them for a bit. I don�t even pretend to have permission to abuse them so.

Summary: Sometimes it takes a few tries to get a really good system going.

Some of the things Harry learnt in his sixth year at Hogwarts didn�t come from any textbook. They came mostly from trial and error, and a bit of uncommon sense.

He learnt, for instance, that by waiting in a corner outside the Slytherin common room, under cover of his prized invisibility cloak, that he could sneak inside (nearly) undetected.

For his part, Draco was quick to discover some new things as well. He knew (almost assuredly) that if he stood outside his door long enough, and looked at one particular spot long enough, he would (almost assuredly) catch a brief glimpse of a big toe, or maybe a whole foot. On these particular occasions, he knew (almost assuredly) that it was best to speak the new password a little louder.

Harry caught on that if he tapped the handle of his wand (just loudly enough) on the stone dungeon wall, and lifted up the corner of his cloak, that the password he strained to hear would be spoken (just loudly enough) and his mission would be a success.

Draco sussed that on loud password nights, he should remember to take a shower before bed. He also thought that it couldn�t hurt to brush his teeth twice. And, just for good measure, give his knee a good scratch before closing the common room door.

When Draco�s knee itched, Harry gathered it meant his clothes had come back from the laundry with a bit too much starch.

On washing day, Draco concluded that he would be more comfortable if he didn�t wear his pyjamas to bed.

Harry assumed that when he snuck into Draco�s dorm, he would find the bed curtains closed. Nobody likes starchy pyjamas, and surely nobody wants to be caught naked in his sleep.

After closing his bed curtains and undressing, Draco wondered if maybe he should sleep on his back. It was Monday, and he liked to look at his canopy on Mondays. Aside from being washing day, it was cleaning day, and he�d hate to think someone had missed a cobweb up there.

Harry mulled things over a bit, as usual on days like this, and came to the conclusion that in their hurry to finish the washing and the cleaning, the house elves had forgotten to clean properly. There could be cobwebs on the beds.

It had not escaped Draco�s attention that if he didn�t quite close his eyes all the way, and tilted his head to the right, he would catch (out of the corner of his left eye) his curtains moving.

Harry figured out that if he waited long enough, it would be safe to peer through the curtains at Draco, who would have grown tired of inspecting shoddy cleaning work, and would have fallen asleep.

By now, Draco had realised that if he slowed his breathing, he could pretend to be sleeping. If he could pretend to be sleeping, he could pretend he didn�t notice the weight pressing down on the left side of his bed.

Harry knew what it meant when Draco fell asleep (naked) on his back, on top of his covers, with his head to the side. It meant that the spot just behind Draco�s left ear would be exposed, and he would have to lick it.

Draco had come to the conclusion that when he felt Harry�s tongue trace up his throat and behind his ear, his breath should get caught, and he should gasp a little.

Harry thought that when Draco gasped a little, he should take advantage of the situation and slide his tongue along Draco�s bottom lip.

Draco could see that this would be the most opportune time to reach out into the (not-so) empty space, and should he feel something there, give it a small tug.

Harry, to his credit, had guessed that when he felt the silken fabric of the cloak slide off his shoulders, he should nibble a bit on the lip he was previously licking.

Draco was fully convinced that when Harry was kneeling on his bed, suddenly bare, he should probably open his legs some.

When Draco opened his legs some, Harry took this to mean that he should put his finger in Draco�s mouth and let him suck on it.

Whilst sucking Harry�s finger, Draco remembered to reach into his bedside table for the vial of oil he kept at the front of the drawer and push it into Harry�s hand.

Harry, clever as he was, took this as his cue to reach between Draco�s legs and rub the puckered skin there a few times with his wet finger whilst un-stoppering the vial with his teeth.

Draco could tell that this was when he should reach down and pull lazily on his cock with one hand and clutch the bedcovers with the other.

Seeing Draco�s hand moving slowly up and down his erection gave Harry the notion to pour some oil into his palm and rub his hands together. He had also thought it wise to rub the slippery substance over his own hard length.

Now that Harry had coated his cock with the lightly scented oil, Draco supposed he should bring his knees up and spread his legs a bit more.

Draco�s knees being up, Harry surmised that he should crawl over between them and push his slick fingers into Draco�s exposed opening.

When he felt Harry�s fingers press into him, Draco anticipated that they would curl upward and stroke him just so, and it would be a good idea to bring his hand to his mouth and bite down on it a little.

Harry knew that when Draco bit his fist like that, it would be a perfectly acceptable for him to replace fingers with cock, and pull Draco onto him by his hips.

Feeling Harry fuck him, feeling Harry�s cock hit his prostate with every deep thrust inward gave Draco the brilliant idea to come, and he covered his belly with splatters of semen.

Draco�s body convulsing in silent pleasure made Harry agree with Draco�s brilliant idea, and he came, flooding Draco�s insides with the fruits of his own orgasm. He also very clearly understood that he should lick every drop of sticky fluid from Draco�s skin.

After Harry had licked him clean, Draco was clearly aware that he should kiss him.

Pulling away from the long, breathless kiss made Harry briefly sad. He knew that he must pull on his cloak and stealthily make his way back to his own dormitory, unable to speak aloud of the ecstasy he and Draco had shared.

Seeing the sadness in Harry�s eyes made Draco wince and reach out to caress his cheek one last time.

The nod of Draco�s head and the smile that played across his lips reminded Harry that if, on a certain starchy Monday, he felt like tapping the handle of his wand (just loudly enough) against a stone dungeon wall, he could (almost assuredly) hear a password spoken into a particular dark corner outside the Slytherin common room, he would be able to sneak in (nearly) undetected.

Some of the things Harry learnt in his sixth year at Hogwarts didn�t come from any textbook. They came mostly from trial and error, and a bit of uncommon sense.

For his part, Draco was quick to discover some new things as well.
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