Draco\'s Headache

Draco Malfoy wasn't used to having feelings like this. Usually when he wanted something, he just went after it and got it. He couldn't remember a time he'd wanted, needed, something so badly.

Draco never would have imagined that Sirius Black would be the object of his desire. He was raised to know that Sirius was bad news, that it was a disgrace that he still went by Black, he'd been disowned years ago.

Ever since Sirius had taken up residence at Hogwarts, Draco had been paying more attention to him. It was fairly easy. Even though as a student at Hogwarts, Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, his quarters now were located in the dungeons. Draco, now the potions teacher, took over Severus' rooms once he'd retired, so Draco theoretically had easy access.

Draco sat in the Great Hall, the smell of bacon, sausage, and eggs nearly nauseating. He was having a hard time staying focused with the din of the students overpowering his own thoughts. He'd been having difficulty sleeping at night, and it was even more difficult to brew his sleeping potion these days, with the constant pain in his temples. It was difficult to get anything done.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he slowly took a bit of toast. He couldn't stand it anymore, luckily it was Saturday, no classes today.

Walking away from the Great Hall, Draco only looked back once, at Sirius, who was chatting animatedly with "The-Boy-Who-Lived," now known as "The-Undeniably-Sexy-Man-Who-Once-Again-Saved-The-World." It made him sick to watch the object of is affection speaking to that bloody moron, Potter. Draco assumed that the only reason Potter was there was because he had nowhere else to go. The Weasel and the Mudblood died trying t save his arse in the war, and Sirius was the only one he had left.

What Draco hadn't seen all through breakfast was Sirius watching him, his eyes nearly burning into Draco's soul. Sirius was telling Harry about a man he'd noticed earlier that week staring at him constantly. He failed to tell Harry that the man was the one and only Draco Malfoy.

As Draco stepped out of the Great Hall, Sirius excused himself from the table. Draco became very aware of the fact he was being followed, the hair on the back of his neck was standing up, and his heart sped up, and his breathing became ragged.

He finally spun around, his wand clutched tightly in his hand. Sirius wasn't expecting him to turn around just yet, and Draco wasn't expecting to see Sirius standing before him, in all his glory.

Furious that he had been followed, Draco stashed his wand in his pocket and sped off toward the dungeons.

"Draco, wait!"

Draco slowed a bit, almost turning around to respond, but instead, ran even faster. He could hear Sirius' footsteps falling had behind him.

The relief Draco felt once he reached the dungeons was unbelievable, but was lost when he found himself uncomfortably cornered in-between the wall and Sirius.

"Mr. Malfoy, I believe you've got something to say to me?"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing following me, Black?"

Sirius inched closer to Draco, pushing him further and further into the cold stone wall of the dungeon. Draco took a deep breath, for the first time in his life he was nervous.

Draco, trying to cover up his uncertainty, snarled at Sirius.

"I'm in no mood for games right now, I've had a constant headache for the past three days."

Grabbing Draco by the collar and slamming him against the wall, a devilish grin appeared on Sirius' face.

"Well then, I guess I'd better make sure you forget about that."

With one hand, Sirius took both of Draco's wrists, holding them against the wall above his head. With the other hand, he fumbled with the buttons of Draco's crisp, clean shirt, eventually getting angry with them, ripping it off of him roughly.

With every touch, Draco gasped out of pleasure. Sirius had his hands in Draco's pristine hair, pulling it wildly.

"Ow," Draco would mutter, but all that resulted in was Sirius slamming his head hard into the wall.

Sirius trailed his fingers down Draco, pulling his hair, wiping a bead of sweat from his cheek, down his neck, circling around his nipples. Draco gasped, goosebumps forming on his bare skin. Sirius had him pined to the wall, and even if he wanted to get away, he couldn't.

Draco, eyes closed now, felt warm hand toying with the zipper of his pants. It was almost impossible to just stand there and take the teasing gestures Sirius was offering, but it had been ages since Draco had felt anyone else's hands on him.

Sirius slid Draco's pants down, exposing his hard prick to the frigid dungeon air. Draco felt Sirius barely touch the head. This was driving him crazy.

Sirius was on his knees in front of Draco now. As Draco felt the sensation of Sirius' mouth close around him, all he could do was moan. Rocking his hips forward and backward with one hand, and twirling curly blond strands of hair with the other, Sirius took all of Draco in. Sirius had always wondered whether Draco would be a quiet and modest sex partner, but after this encounter, he clearly wasn't. Sirius was sure they could hear him clear up in the Great Hall.

Pulling Draco out of his mouth, Sirius reached for the blond man's cock, stroking it at the same fast paced rhythm as before. Finishing quite loudly, Draco slid down to the ground, panting heavily. With a smirk, he casually addressed Sirius.

"That did absolutely nothing fr the pain in my head."

Sirius just laughed.