Product testing

BY : dagget
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco
Dragon prints: 5320
Disclaimer: As always, the original series does not belong to me. The Harry Potter books and all related characters/settings are property of J K Rowling. I make no prophet from this shameless bastardization.





A/N; Well, here we go- my
first venture into the HP fandom. I'm ignoring the last couple of books and
whatever else doesn't happen to suit me. I adore the Weasley
twins, for instance, and I don't care to write a story where one of them is
dead.

As always, the original
series does not belong to me. The Harry Potter books and all related
characters/settings are property of J K Rowling. I make no prophet from this
shameless bastardization.

And now
without further ado...








Product Testing

Two pairs of eyes sparkled
mischievously from across the counter. Harry glanced down at the innocuous
looking package on the counter top between them and then back up at the twins.

“And this really works?”

“Of
course!”
Fred
chirped.

“We’ve done extensive
testing,” added George. The two redheads shared a look that would have scared
their little brother out of his wits.

“So what do you think?”
they chorused together. Harry shook his head, letting out a little chuckle.

“I think you two are evil…
and this could become one of your best sellers.”

“Yeah, we know!” They
chorused again.

“Of course,” Fred went on,
“as our most esteemed sponsor, you get an exclusive pre-release sample of the
product.”

“Oh, certainly,” his
brother agreed with an emphatic nod. Harry began to open his mouth in protest
but was quickly cut off. “It’s perfectly harmless. You may use it or distribute
it at your own discretion. We would never presume to tell you what to do with
it.”

“Although, after what
happened with that little joke last week…” Two identical left eyebrows rose
suggestively as Fred trailed off. Harry paused, his mouth slowly sliding into a
smirk.

“Is there enough in that
package to get them all, at once?”

--

A few minutes later Harry
was stepping out of the front door of Weasley’s Wizarding
Wheezes.

“You’ll let us know how it
worked for you, won’t you now Harry?”

“Oh I see,” Harry
chuckled. “I’m the final test, to see how it will do for a customer in a real
life scenario.”

“Why, we wouldn’t dream of
conning our dear friend like that!”

“But since you have it you
know, and should happen to use it, you may as well give a teensy critique.” The
twins grinned broadly and Harry shook his head.

“Either I’m the guinea pig
or you two just want to hear all the juicy details.”

“Oh! We’ll have a slice of
each thank you,” Fred declared with a wink while George bounced delightedly on
his toes. Harry laughed and waved goodbye to the cackling redheads before
strolling jauntily off down the street.

It was good to be a
seventh year, he thought to himself as he passed by some of the weird and
wonderful window displays of Diagon Alley. He’d never
felt such freedom before in his life. With Voldemort
gone and the privileges (like leaving the school grounds, apparation
and using magic anywhere he wished) that came with his majority, this year was
seriously looking up. He hadn’t felt this light and hopeful since he’d found
out he was a wizard.

After a very satisfying,
and tasty trip to Florian Fortescue’s,
he finally apparated back to Hogwarts, stopping at
the gates and looking over the castle, whose many windows glowed invitingly in
the twilight, and gave a contented sigh. Home, sweet home.

The gate opened easily at
the touch of his hand and he hurried up the path to the door. Once inside, he
shook off the evening chill and headed straight for the library. Hermione would
almost certainly be there at this time of day and Ron would almost certainly be
where-ever she was.

Sure enough he found them
right where he expected, Hermione’s nose buried in a book and Ron staring off
into space and looking supremely board. Harry grinned and snuck up behind Ron
to steal a glance over his shoulder at the essay that he was supposedly working
on. The nearly empty parchment was becoming heavily speckled with ink as Ron’s
quill tapped a rapid rhythm against it.

“Coming right along I
see.”

Harry quickly stepped
back, narrowly avoiding a heavy blow to the chin as Ron jumped about a foot out
of the chair.

“Harry! By
the Gods, don’t DO that!”
Ron’s attempt to look stern faded in the face
of his friend’s laughter. It was nice to see Harry so relaxed. The sight was
still kind of a novelty.

“I hope… that essay isn’t
due tomorrow,” Harry gasped as he recovered from his fit of giggles. Ron’s face
instantly twisted into a grimace.

“Ugh! Don’t remind me.
Actually, I’m glad you’re here. I could do with a break.”

“Oh, I can see that,”
Harry answered innocently.

“Ronald, you are not even
halfway through,” Hermione’s scolding tone broke in, causing a pained wince
from her academically challenged boyfriend.

“I’ll be right back ‘mione, it’s just a little break. My head needs clearing, y’know?”

“Honestly Ron,” Hermione
huffed, “if your head were anymore clear…”

“Alright,
bye Hermione!

I’ll be back soon!” Ron sped out of the library, dragging a grinning Harry by
the front of his robes. “You up for a trip to the kitchens mate? I could go for
something sweet.”

“Well, I basically had
desert for supper,” Harry answered, gently prying his friend’s large hand from
his robes. “I suppose I could have a bit of supper for desert.”

“Oh look, Potter’s trying
to get his weasel to hold hands.”

Both boys whirled about at
the familiar drawl and Ron let out a low growl.

Malfoy…”
The Slytherin prefect ignored him, training his gaze
on Harry.

“And here I heard you had
a different girl for every night of the week. That is the word around
the school. Is that not enough for you? You have to go after the blokes now
too?”

Harry rolled his eyes at
the reference to rumours. There were always about a
hundred conflicting stories flying around about him. He knew that Malfoy
knew better than to believe any of them. Actually, Malfoy hadn’t been very antagonistic at all lately so this
sudden attack came as a surprise.

“Maybe he just can’t keep
a girl,” giggled Pansy Parkinson, who was closely shadowing her coveted Draco
. Harry glanced around and noted that Pansy and Malfoy were accompanied by Blaise
Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Daphne Greengrass.

“Daphne and I saw Potter
sitting in Florian Fortescue’s
all by his little lonesome earlier. Poor ickle Potter,
saves the world and still can’t get a date.”

“She’s obviously just
saying that because she can’t get a man, much less keep one,” Ron confidently
concluded. Earning himself a death-glare from the girl
who couldn’t get Draco Malfoy
to piss on her if she was on fire.

“Classic transference,”
Harry solemnly agreed. Ron wasn’t sure what that meant but he nodded along. It
was important to keep a united front. “Unless, she’s finally
managed to wear Malfoy down somehow.”

“Yeah maybe he’s finally
realized he can’t do any better,” chuckled Ron.

Draco sneered at the very thought of
settling for Pansy Parkinson. That Weasel would pay for both insulting and
nauseating him. But his blood fairly boiled when Potter happily laughed along.

Most people assumed that
Harry Potter was his most hated nemesis. This wasn’t true at all. Draco
hated Ron Weasley a
thousand times more than anyone else.

He would have looked down
on the redheaded street-urchin on principle anyway. But if the little bastard
hadn’t been so eager to move in on the friend that should have been Draco’s
, poisoning Potter’s impressionable mind against him
and thus causing his rejection and deep embarrassment, (and punishment) Draco may have paid him no mind. As it was… well, Draco had seen Potter first and that Weasel had ruined
everything!

Weasley was always eager to insult him and
Draco always meant to show that freckled wanker the true meaning of hatred, but he usually ended up
getting distracted by Potter glaring or worse, laughing at him. Then obviously
he would be forced to shut him up. He couldn’t stand seeing that idiot make
Harry laugh, especially at his expense.

“I think she might be
right about you Potter. You do have a horrible track record with the ladies
don’t you?”

‘Maybe that’s because I’m
not after the ladies you great prat,’ Harry thought
sarcastically. Seriously, why did such a pretty face have to come with such a
grating personality?

“You couldn’t even keep
that besotted sister of his interested. Probably because
you’ve been pining after the Weasel for years.”

Harry’s eyes widened in
shock at the dead serious delivery of this accusation and Ron’s jaw dropped
comically. The rest of the Slytherins seemed to think
it was hilarious though.

“Yeah he’s really just a,
pillow biting little ponce!” Nott exclaimed joyously.
Draco continued on with a satisfied smirk at their
expressions.

“Do you cry yourself to
sleep when he goes off with his girlfriend? It must be tough, trying not to
scream his name when you wank it in next room. I bet
you have the nastiest wet dreams about him. It would account for how rundown
the castle elves are. You must cause them no end of laundry.”

Ew!”
the girls squealed.

“’Ew
is right,” Nott added with a mock shudder. “There might not be a sheet in the
castle that Potter hasn’t sprinkled with fairy juice.”

Eeeew!”
the girls squealed again.

“I might have known you
liked the cock Potter.” Strangely Blaise looked more
speculative than disgusted, his words soft.

“You’ve got a very…
creative mind Malfoy.” Harry was looking a bit green
around the gills. Sure he was gay, but Ron? Ugh! Shaking his head, he just
turned on his heal and stalked off.

“Creative?! Sick is what it is!” Ron ranted,
following Harry down the hall.

“Pleasant dreams Potter!” Draco called after them, though he scowled darkly when the
towering Weasley threw a defiant arm around Potter,
practically engulfing the small brunet in his show of solidarity.

--

Harry had accompanied Ron
on a quick trip to the kitchens but failed to eat anything himself, observing
in morbid fascination as Ron made short (and rather messy) work of his cake.
He’d walked his friend back to the library and immediately excused himself,
saying that he’d like some fresh air before curfew.

Flopping down on the grass
by the lake Harry absently pulled the small package
he’d received earlier from his pocket and weighed it in his hand. It was made
up to look like a roll of innocent candies but, as with anything that came from
the minds of the Weasley twins, it had a much more
devious purpose than a simple sweet treat.

The colorfully wrapped
roll actually contained five effervescent tablets that, when doused in water,
would create an aromatic fume that caused potent erotic fantasies. The twins
had suggested several scenarios wherein great amusement could be had at the
expense one’s intended target. A tablet could be tossed into a friend’s shower
for instance. Or you could drop it into your cup at dinner and covertly slide
the cup as close as possible to the person next to you. They had cautioned
Harry to avoid putting it into the target’s own cup as he probably didn’t want
to see what happened when it was ingested. There was a disclaimer in small
print on the packaging.

What Harry had in mind was
something a little less public, and therefore less cruel. His dorm-mates had
pulled a little prank on him last week. Harry had finally come out and
officially admitted his sexual preference to them. They had claimed to have
already guessed but congratulated him none the less with large smiles and
semi-painful slaps on the back.

Then, to ‘show their
support’ and possibly ‘help him along in his quest for Mister Right’, they had
waited until he was just about to walk though the doors of the great hall for
dinner and discretely spelled his clothing to be temporarily invisible to males
only. Harry had walked through the hall to his seat with even more eyes staring
than usual. He wasn’t sure what was going on but the apparent shock all those
guys’ faces was pretty damn nerve-wracking. And oddly
enough, all the girls seemed quite oblivious.

Draco Malfoy
in particular was giving him the strangest look he’d ever seen. He couldn’t quite
discern the meaning of the expression but it was intense. Upon noticing that Malfoy was staring at his body, Harry finally looked down
at himself and almost yelped. They were all seeing him in his skivvies!!

His friends had nearly
died laughing. They had claimed it was all in good fun and the spell had worn
off seconds later. However, Harry had decided to take a bit of harmless revenge
by placing a tablet on each of their pillows as they slept and dripping a small
amount of water on them.

He had been assured that
the tablets dissolved extremely easily. Within a few minutes the dampness could
easily pass for a drool spot. He could just imagine them all waking up in the
night with the lights on and sticky sheets, red-faced and carefully avoiding
the subject and each other’s gazes. The mental picture brought on a little
chuckle. After all, they did deserve some retaliation. He just wished he could
get back at Malfoy so easily.

Harry’s eyes narrowed on
the package in his hand. Malfoy was the one who really
deserved it. Considering what he had said, it would actually be a punishment
that fit the crime perfectly. Harry also didn’t much appreciate the ridiculous
insinuation that being gay would make him more prone to erotic dreams than any
other bloke.

Five tablets… He could
just let it go and stick with his original plan. Or he could torment Malfoy
with wet dreams for the better part of a week!

--

Thus Harry, armed with his
invisibility cloak and the twins’ latest invention, found himself in the
dungeons a short time later, silently following Draco
Malfoy to his room and listening to the password for
future reference. Carefully and with a skill born of years of practice in the
art of sneaking about, Harry slipped into the room half a step behind the other
boy.

It seemed that Malfoy was quite tired tonight. Rather than taking the time
to change, he simply removed his robes and transfigured his clothing into black
silk pyjamas. After a brief trip to the washroom to
brush his teeth, he dropped down on the huge bed and drew the covers up to his
chin. Within minutes his breathing had slowed and evened out, letting Harry
know he was asleep.

Harry tiptoed nervously up
to the bed and found that he couldn’t quite reach far enough without climbing
up onto the fluffy monstrosity. Slowly he inched his way closer until he knelt
within easy reach, directly next to the blond boy. As he quietly removed a
single tablet from the package, he took a moment to lament the fact that Malfoy
had a private room. He hadn’t thought of that earlier
and this would have been much funnier if there were dorm-mates to witness the
event.

Ah well, Malfoy was the type to dwell on even a private
embarrassment. He would probably brush it off this time but after a week, Harry
was sure the proud Slytherin would be extremely
frustrated.

Placing the tablet on the
pillow just next to Malfoy’s face, he drew out a vial
of water and hesitated for just a moment. The artificial moonlight from the
room’s enchanted window softly lit a face that looked perfectly innocent and
angelic in slumber.

‘It’s just a trick of the
light.’

Harry knew that. Draco Malfoy was certainly a
beautiful young man, but innocent? Hah! He had this coming, and it was just a
harmless little prank anyway.

‘Nothing wrong with a bit
of healthy rivalry,’ Harry mentally joked. Leaning over the pillow, he
carefully dribbled a small measure of water on the tablet and sat back before
he could inhale anything. He watched his target for any sign of change.

“What do you fantasize
about Malfoy?” He murmured with a grin. “I hope it’s
about a pretty, naked boy, licking your arse like
it’s the best candy in the world.”

A faint flush was already
beginning to spread across the Slytherin’s pale
cheeks, painting them a very pretty pink. He shifted restlessly at Harry’s
whispered words and let out a soft whimper. Harry smirked and leaned in close
to breath across Draco’s ear.

“Pleasant dreams Malfoy.”

It was hotter than Draco remembered it ever being in the dungeons, and dark,
pitch black in fact. Draco couldn’t see a thing,
which made it all the more shocking when he felt cool
hands on his skin. He couldn’t hold back a gasp as they glided so very gently
up and down, slowly exploring every inch of him. Why was he naked? And who was
touching him?

What do you fantasize about
Malfoy?”

The voice was familiar,
and soft enough not to startle him out of his building arousal. He knew that
voice. Was it..? It couldn’t be…

Draco forced his heavy lids to open just
enough to see a hazy vision of Harry Potter, bare-chested and leaning over him, trailing tanned hands over his swiftly heating flesh.
Harry smiled coyly at him.

I hope it’s about a
pretty, naked boy, licking your arse like it’s the
best candy in the world.”

Draco shivered at the words, his glazed
eyes roving down the other boy’s chest to see that nothing clothed his lower
half either. His gaze caught and held on the proudly erect prick that rose from
between the thighs that straddled him. Then suddenly the Gryffindor’s
hands gripped his hips and flipped him over in one smooth motion.

Pleasant dreams Malfoy.”

The whisper was so soft
he wasn’t sure he’d really heard it. His body moved as if they were floating in
water. The hands left his hips to glide up his back and down again, continuing
over his arse, thumbs sliding into the crease and
brushing the sensitive opening there. Draco whimpered
at the sensation and couldn’t find the energy in his aroused and lethargic
state to care.

Then Harry’s mouth was
breathing against his skin, kissing and nibbling the rounded cheeks of his arse
alternately. Those lovely hands molded to his flesh,
kneading for a moment before carefully spreading his cheeks apart and a hot
little tongue crept down through the valley between, leaving a tingling wet
trail. The clever tongue found his hole, causing him to jerk slightly. It
twirled and lapped and massaged and generally drove him crazy.

He panted and whined
and pushed back for more. His usually sharp mind could barely come up with
enough coherence to think- ‘Fucking Hell! Harry Potter is licking my arse
! ...and it feels fan-fucking-tastic!!!’

Draco would never have thought he’d
enjoy this sort of thing, but he wouldn’t fight this now if you offered him a
hundred galleons. His head felt lighter as his cock throbbed with more force.
He was actually getting close, just from this. The sensation of Harry’s slick
tongue finally wriggling its way inside was all that he could take. He was torn
between thrusting back and straightening like a jackknife as his orgasm
shuddered through him like a tidal wave.

He heard a quiet
giggling as he drifted lazily back down from the crest and he smiled at the
sound. It was kind of cute.

When his brain began to
come back on line, it occurred to him that he couldn’t feel anyone touching him
anymore. Then the floating feeling faded and he registered the soft pressure of
the bed beneath him, followed closely by a subtle but growing discomfort - cool
wetness, getting cooler and stickier.

Draco forced his eyes open and this time
he was in his room in the dungeon, in his… soiled bed.

What. The.
Hell!! Had he seriously just had a dream about Potter? Potter naked and
touching him and licking his arsehole?! And he’d
soiled his pyjamas and sheets over it?!! What the
bloody hell!!!

Bolting from his bed, Draco scrambled for his wand and cast several cleaning
charms in rapid succession on himself, his clothing and his bedding.

It was all Harry could do
to stifle the roaring laughter that wanted to burst from his mouth while Malfoy
freaked out, stumbling around and waving his wand furiously.
Thankfully he had retreated from the bed as soon as the product had begun to
take effect. Otherwise he would have been bowled right over at Malfoy’s sudden, violent reaction. You would think this
sort of thing had never happened to him before.

Harry double checked his
invisibility cloak and leaned against the wall, out of the way. He would have
to wait until the disturbed Slytherin settled back
down before he could make his escape. But now, with the light on and the mess
cleaned up, Malfoy began to pace about the room.

What was this? Draco wondered whether there might be more to the power of
suggestion than he’d previously thought. Was it all that talk about wet dreams
a few hours ago that had triggered this? He’d dreamed about Harry Potter though.
The hazy picture of dark messy hair, and green eyes glowing with lust was
lodged immovably in his brain. And Draco didn’t
usually remember his dreams.

He was finding it hard to
think. What if he could never think straight again?! Potter might have ruined
him! Blast that Potter! What was he doing in Draco’s
head? He wasn’t even that attractive.

…Okay so he was bloody
gorgeous and Draco may have stared at his body a lot
longer than was strictly appropriate in the Great Hall last week, but that
didn’t mean he would ever, ever let the boy anywhere near his arse
.

Perhaps it was that
incident that had given his imagination this strange nudge. It’s just that it
was rather easy to picture him naked now. That thought didn’t much help to calm
him though. Now he was picturing Potter naked.

Finally he grew weary of
pacing his floor and a still worried but very tired Draco
Malfoy crawled back into his bed and silently prayed
that he would be plagued with no more dreams of any kind tonight.

--

The next morning, Harry
whistled merrily as he stepped out of his shower, dried and dressed himself and
gathered his supplies for class. Ron came to collect him for the trip down to
breakfast.

“Well now! What’s got you
in such a mood this morning?”

“Oh, nothing really,”
Harry replied. “I just feel like it’s going to be a good day.”

“Whatever it is, I hope it
keeps up. It looks good on ya mate.” Ron clapped him
on the shoulder with a big grin and shoved him out the door ahead of him.

When they reached the
Great Hall, Harry snuck a quick glance over at the Slytherin
table. Draco Malfoy was
already seated, looking just as poised as usual and daintily spreading jam on
his toast.

Harry shook his head. If
that boy wasn’t gay then Harry’s gaydar had to be on
the fritz or something. He could swear that Malfoy
put off more homosexual vibes than almost anyone else in the school. Well,
except maybe Michael Corner. That kid might as well have ‘bend
me over’ embroidered on the seat of every pair of trousers he owned.

Draco Malfoy
was trying his very hardest to pretend that he didn’t remember anything at all
about the previous night and he was mostly successful. He was a Malfoy after all and well trained in the art of suppressing
whatever need be suppressed and acting totally unaffected.

All day long though, he
would have it under control for a period of time and then he would catch sight
of Potter and the visions would rise right to the surface again. He avoided the
Gryffindor like the plague and stuffed it back down again but he found it
harder to ignore his unease at the knowledge that he had to avoid him,
that the mere sight of Potter could send his mind off into the gutter like
that.

Oblivious to this inner
struggle as Harry might be, he was still looking forward rather excitedly to
‘visiting’ Malfoy again tonight. While he had enjoyed
the peace of life without Voldemort, there had been
little to nothing in the way of adventure or excitement in his day to day
existence for what seemed like a long time now. It was a bit of a thrill to be
sneaking around where he knew he shouldn’t be, not in any real danger but still
feeling the risk of getting caught. It was fun.

Now that he had the
password, he would wait until Malfoy was asleep
before slipping into the room. He wondered if Malfoy’s
reaction would be as funny as last time. Perhaps the shock will have
diminished. Then again, as the shock wears off, the frustration will only
mount. He smirked, green eyes twinkling as he made a silent bet with himself on
how long it would take the uptight Slytherin to crack.
He might act calm and cool but Malfoy was not known
for his patience.

--

At just after midnight,
having successfully given the password, Harry tiptoed into Malfoy’s
room and edged his way carefully onto the huge bed as before. Shuffling forward
on his knees, he wasted no time placing a new tablet onto the pillow beside the
blond head that gleamed in the artificial moonlight.

‘To have an over-reaction
like that, he must be totally repressed,’ Harry mused, as he unstopped the vial
of water. Then he came very close to cracking up when his mind supplied a
random picture of Malfoy walking in on his parents in
action and the massive fit that would ensue. He’d probably end up rocking
himself and muttering insanely in a corner.

Somehow Harry managed to
contain his amusement enough to drip the water onto the tablet without making a
big mess, despite his body’s, still somewhat jerky, movements

‘I doubt that five nights
of being tormented with these dreams will actually get his mind to open up
either. Well, he just doesn’t know what he’s missing.’

Slapping a hand over his
mouth, Harry barely muffled a giggle at the thought of the entire gay community
collectively clucking their tongues in pity for poor Draco
Malfoy’s lack of imagination.

“You should see what I can
do with a toy or two,” he whispered impulsively in his amusement.

Draco was floating in a familiar sea of
blackness, feeling both light as air and heavy as lead. His body was warming
and beginning to tingle when he heard whispered words.

You should see what I
can do with a toy or two.”

In a blink, his own bed
appeared from out of the darkness before him. Harry Potter,
knelt upon the surface in nothing but a skimpy silk robe that did little to
hide his slender figure or the peak of each hardening nipple.

The index finger of one
hand tapped thoughtfully against the Gryffindor’s
full lips as he apparently contemplated an array of objects that were spread
out on the foot of the massive bed. Emerald eyes lifted just enough to gleam
wickedly in Draco’s direction and his consternation
was drowned in a rush of excitement when Potter’s finger slipped teasingly into
his mouth, the other hand tugging at the sash of his robe.

The slippery fabric
fell open easily and both hands dove down between parted thighs to grasp the
firm, pink shaft that immediately peeked out. Draco’s
mouth fell open in sheer disbelief, letting out a groan that was part arousal
and part disappointment at not getting a better look at the impressive length.

A most becoming blush
began to darken Potter’s cheeks and quickly spread all the way down over his
smooth chest as he continued to fondle himself with great enthusiasm. The
motion soon had the useless robe sliding down off his shoulders and Draco’s
mouth watered with the desire to taste the sweet
little nipples that were now fully displayed.

Removing one hand,
Harry gave himself a little squeeze with the other while he brought his fingers
up to lick at the pre-cum that shone on them. Draco’s
muscles suddenly found the capacity to move and he brought a hand of his own
down to rub himself through his pyjamas at the
provocative sight. His eyes wanted to take in everything at once, traveling
swiftly between Harry’s lapping tongue, and the flushed, wet head of what must
be the prettiest cock he’d ever seen.

He was becoming so
desperately scattered that he almost missed it when Potter reached out his
newly cleaned fingers to the foot of the bed and retrieved a sizable dildo that
somehow mimicked Draco’s own erection quite
recognizably. Was Potter seriously going to use that?

A quick glance at the
other boy’s face was met with a mischievous grin that seemed to answer his
unspoken question with amazing eloquence. Draco
looked on in awe as the second hand abandoned Potter’s cock to help slick the
chosen dildo with lube.

Perfect hips rolled
minutely, and the boy’s lonely cock made needy little thrusts into the air as
if entreating Draco to come and take the place of its
departed playmates. Draco was itching to answer the
call but was promptly distracted when Potter raised himself on his knees,
spread his thighs a little more and reached down, past his erection, grazing
lightly over his balls, and farther beyond.

The Slytherin
swallowed thickly, coming in closer without actually moving. His gaze trained
intently on Potter’s slick fingers that seemed to be massaging his entrance. He
found himself frustrated, wishing for a better view and then, as if hearing his
silent thoughts, Potter slithered down and settled himself back onto the bed,
partially propped on the pillows. Small but shapely thighs fell gracefully
apart as though Draco had directed them himself,
allowing perfect access to the sight of two
finger’s slowly disappearing into the taut body.

Fascination had Draco’s entire being firmly in its grip. His hand slipped
unnoticed into the waistband of his pyjamas and
worked over his prick in time with the motions of Potter’s body that ground
down onto his fingers.

Panting began to fill
the air, interspersed with little gasps and whines. Draco
couldn’t quite tell if the sounds were of his own making or Potter’s, but then
he couldn’t spare it much thought. He was much too preoccupied with the dildo
that Potter was lining up with his hole even before he’d pulled his fingers out
completely. Slick finger’s had barely been removed before the dildo was pushing
in. Draco’s hand sped up in excitement as the small
orifice greedily swallowed what was basically an exact copy of his own cock.

Once the entire length
was settled inside, the lithe body before him began to undulate, slowly at
first but picking up speed. Everything seemed to become hotter and hazy leaving
Draco’s addled mind adrift in the impression of Harry
Potter, naked and glowing with perspiration, writhing wildly, moans and
whimpers coming from nowhere and everywhere, reverberating in his head.

My name…’ he managed
to think. ‘I want… I want him to scream my name.’ Before any such thing could
happen though, Draco found himself falling over the
edge into a shockingly brilliant explosion of light and sensation.

His eyes shot open, and he
realized he was still cumming, his vision focusing
slowly as his body calmed, giving an occasional shudder. A moment later, he
registered the hand in his sticky pants, gripping his softening penis like a
vise. Unlocking his joints, he removed his hand and quickly wiped the sticky
seed away on the rumpled blankets with a disgusted sneer.

He flung himself out of
the bed and grabbed his wand waving it furiously in a cleaning spell, using
enough force to nearly strip the dye from the fabric. He whirled around and
swiped up the first thing that came to hand, which happened to be a rather
expensive potions book, and flung it across the room to smack soundly against
the far wall and fall to the floor with a flutter and a dull thud. Then he took
to pacing the room again, with more vigour (and
growling) than the last time.

‘Wow!’ thought Harry. ‘I’m
glad I’m not leaning on that wall.’

It seemed that the fantasy
was more intense this time. Was that the reason for Malfoy’s
anger? Why the git couldn’t just take the dream as it
came and be satisfied with the obviously pleasurable results was beyond Harry.

Then again, while this
reaction wasn’t as humorous as the worry and confusion of last time, it was a
good deal more exhilarating. The raging blond dragon thrilled Harry’s
Gryffindor side, adding to the slight sense of danger.

Harry was grinning when he
slipped back out of the dungeon room some time later.

“First comes denial, then
comes anger…” he snickered quietly. The portrait directly above him stirred and
Harry froze, but then it settled back down without waking and he scurried off
to the tower with his grin still in place.

--

It was obvious the next
day that Malfoy was still pissed. He wasn’t even
bothering to try to hide his irritability. Harry found it difficult to keep his
eyes off the Slytherin Prince. His mind was
distracted with the question of what exactly had Malfoy
so worked up. It was just a dream. Why was he so bothered by his own sexuality?
It wasn’t as if an erotic dream or two made him any different from the next
guy.

Honestly, it was a shame
for someone as attractive as him to be so thoroughly against sex. Harry had to
admit though, that Draco Malfoy
was downright breathtaking when he was angry. The crackle of barely controlled energy,
the tense carriage that made one feel he may pounce at any moment, the vibrant
flash of those silver eyes, especially when they glanced Harry’s way, it all
thrummed up a response in Harry that he used to assume was outrage.

He’d been too young and then
too paranoid and stressed-out back then. Now he was coming to recognize the
feeling for the simple magnetism that it was. Malfoy
could be infuriating but he was also fascinating and beautiful and certainly
never boring.

As Harry sat idly in
History of Magic, fiddling with his quill and ignoring yet another droning
lecture on Goblin Wars, he caught himself mentally revisiting the events of
last night. If he wasn’t careful, he might just develop an addiction to all
this. The sneaking about, the rebellious naughtiness and the smug sense of
victory certainly gave him new insight into the Weasley
twins’ pranking addiction.

It also got him a little
hot under the collar to think of watching Malfoy
shimmying under the sheets, breaking out into a light sweat. Harry could call
the image up perfectly, complete with the sighs and moans that escaped from
soft parted lips. Oh yeah, it was hot. He almost felt guilty for witnessing
such private moments. It wasn’t what a good boy would do, but it was all part
of the adrenaline rush. And Harry really liked that rush.

The problem was that once
in a while, he wondered what or rather who Malfoy
dreamed about that got him so excited and made him cum so powerfully. Harry
knew full well that he shouldn’t be thinking about that. Such thoughts led to
certain ‘what ifs’ that should definitely be left alone. Nothing good would be
met on that road.

--

“Bloody stupid Golden
Boy,” Draco grumbled to himself. Potter had been
eyeing him at every opportunity all day.

“You’d think he was checking
me out or something.” He steadfastly ignored the odd little fluttery feeling in
his stomach that accompanied that thought and huffed. Annoying as all hells,
that’s what it was.

“What’s he looking so
dreamy about anyway?”

The boy’s distinctive eyes
had glazed over and drifted off moments ago, giving Draco
a break from the nearly constant glances. For some reason though, he couldn’t
seem to enjoy it. Now would be a good time to do some serious ignoring of
Potter’s existence but instead, Draco kept looking
over across the aisle at him.

He was leaning his messy
head on one hand and staring blindly off into a corner. Draco’s
eyes followed the tip of the feather quill as it brushed softly over the entire
length of the boy’s fine jaw and then slowly back again. Potter’s head tilted
back a little, letting the feather trail teasingly down his smooth throat

The agitated Slytherin clenched his fists. He could almost feel the
gentle tickle on his own skin. That blasted Potter was trying to drive him mad!

He couldn’t believe it.
Now the Gryffindor was beginning to blush right before his very eyes! Was he
actually fantasizing, right here in the middle of class? Did it have anything
to do with the way he’d been looking at Draco up
until just a few moments before?!

No, of course it
didn’t. Dear God’s, he had to get a hold of himself! As if Harry Potter would
ever have such thoughts about him. That he should be so lucky! …er
, un… so unlucky.
Right…

“Bloody
stupid Golden Boy!”

--

Harry crept soundlessly
across the heavy rug that padded the cold floor of Malfoy’s
room. The grin was already sliding across his face as he took in the now
familiar sight of the young man’s face, relaxed in his calm, unsuspecting
slumber.

Carefully crawling over
the bed, he went through the routine motions and waited. It wasn’t long before
he could tell that the product was taking effect and he was just about to back
away when it occurred to him that he didn’t feel as pumped up over this as he
had the previous times.

Perhaps it was because he
was too confident. He knew now that if he moved away at this point and stayed
back, standing in a certain spot, he had practically no chance of getting
caught. Or perhaps it was just the monotony of repetition.

For whatever reason, he
had the sudden desire to do things a little differently, to be a little bolder.
He wanted to see how far he could push this.

Deciding that Draco would likely jump out of the same side every time and
therefore he was less likely to be slammed into on the other side, Harry opted
to go around rather than crawl over top. His weight tugged down the blankets,
dragging them briefly over Draco and setting off a
shiver and a moan. Harry paused at the sound and realizing what was happening,
his attention was drawn to the noticeable tent that was growing in the sheets
at Malfoy’s groin.

‘These covers aren’t
exactly light,’ he mused. ‘That’s got to be really hard to lift them like that…
and big.’ Hit by a sudden flood of the curiosity that had been lingering at the
back of his mind and would no longer be denied, he inched closer. Just a little
peek couldn’t hurt.

Gingerly, he hoisted the
covers up just an inch or so and pulled them down slowly until he could see the
straining fabric of the silk pyjama bottoms that
contained an obviously sizeable erection.

The excitement was
building again. Harry’s blood was rushing faster, bringing a pleasurable tingle
as he reached out to pinch Malfoy’s waistband between
thumb and forefinger of each hand. Holding his breath, he gently lifted the
garment up and over, pupils dilating at the utterly perfect specimen of manhood
that was revealed.

“Wow,” he whispered aloud,
without thinking. Draco whined quietly and squirmed a
little, perhaps because of the cool air. Harry’s fingers lightly caressed the
warm skin of his hips, just above where they had been hooked in the pants.

“…look so good.”

The soft murmuring seemed
to rouse a reaction in the slumbering form. The hardened flesh bobbed as Draco
exhaled audibly and a single pearl of wetness
appeared at the tip. Harry licked his lips, only half restraining a groan.

“You make me want a
taste.”

Without even realizing it,
his hand was already moving, reaching out from under the invisibility cloak and
a lone finger barely brushed over the slit, swiping up the tempting droplet and
bringing it to his mouth.

Mmm,
perfect,” he purred as the flavor burst over his tongue. It seemed Draco
probably favoured sweet
over salty foods. Harry’s tongue flicked out at his finger once more just to be
sure he hadn’t missed anything.

“…look so good. You
make me want a taste.”

The sparkle of
brilliant green was the first thing that Draco could
make out. Those eyes flashed at him hypnotically before the rest of his lover
was slowly illuminated. Harry smirked up at him as he lowered his dark head.

Oh please, yes!” Draco hoped to hell that the little tease was going to do
what he thought he was going to do. A hiss escaped him as a hot pink tongue
came out to glide all the way up the thick vein of his erection.

Mmm,
perfect.”

He gripped the sheets
that seemed to have conveniently appeared beneath him and shuddered at the
harsh gust of warm breath from Harry’s chuckle.

As much as he was
enjoying the show, his head just fell back limply, jaw dropping when searing
wet heat closed over him. The tongue lapped and swirled dexterously and cheeks
hollowed as Harry attempted to suck every bit of flavor from his dripping cock.
Merlin on a stick, that was gooood!!

The pale Slytherin had begun to pant and wriggle in earnest and
Harry was practically salivating. Who knew how much more enjoyable this was up
close? He perked up, leaning forward unconsciously when Draco’s
mouth dropped open.

Uhn
more…”

The first word that Draco had ever uttered in this situation,
brought Harry abruptly out of his daze. What was he doing?!

He’d actually touched
him! He was touching someone without their permission. The oblivious boy
begging his dream lover for more brought home (with a resounding crash) how
unwanted he was here. It’s not as if Draco was
begging him. (Never in a million years!) He was …molesting Draco
in his sleep while he… dreamed of somebody else.

Harry backed up off of the
bed as quickly as he could possibly manage without disturbing its occupant and
practically ran over to the corner of the wall that he should have been
occupying from the beginning. This was unacceptable. It was funny when all he
was doing was causing a little frustration, but things went way beyond a
harmless prank if he… took advantage of the poor victim in his vulnerable
state.

Not long afterward, Harry
was just calming down and coming to remember that he probably should have
covered Draco back up, when the body on the bed began
to tense in a way that meant it was too late for that now. Draco’s
back arched up and Harry was once again enthralled by the hoarse cry and the
streams of creamy fluid that jetted through the air a surprising distance,
landing on the boy’s silk covered chest.

Breathing heavily and
still red faced, the Slytherin’s silver eyes
fluttered open. After staring blankly at the canopy above him for a few moments
and catching his breath, he finally looked down at himself and groaned.

How had he managed to kick
off his blankets and pull his pants down? He looked even more foolish this time
than he had before. Merlin be damned, it was getting worse! He had just dreamt
of Potter sucking him off and he’d just laid back and let it happen, begged for
more even. Begged! Why?!

‘What the bloody hell is wrong
with me?!’ he mentally wailed in despair. If he opened his mouth he might just
scream. ‘I don’t deserve these kinds of problems! …Do I?’

Looking on as Draco just reached over for his wand and gave it a rather
lack-luster wave to clean up the mess, Harry couldn’t help the touch of
amusement that seeped into him at the look on the blond’s
face. He inwardly giggled in spite of himself.

‘The third step is
depression.’

--

Draco’s depression carried over into the
next day. He was still a Malfoy of course, so he
tried to hide it and did a better job than most people could ever have managed,
but Harry noticed anyway. Coming from him, the slight downward slope of the
shoulders and the occasional sigh, not to mention the lack of enthusiasm in
Potions, spoke volumes.

Actually, Harry was
feeling kind of sorry for him. Anger Harry could live with and even derive
amusement from, but a downtrodden Malfoy gave him no
joy at all. Maybe it was time to leave him alone. The poor thing had suffered
enough retribution, hadn’t he?

His guilt was troubling
him. He felt like a terrible person. And that wasn’t all. It was somewhat
alarming to contemplate the depth of his attraction to Malfoy.
There was obviously more to it than he’d previously thought. Now what was he
supposed to do about that? No, it was probably best to quit while he was ahead
and forget all about this.

--

Potter hadn’t been looking
at him as much today. Draco knew because he’d spent a
good portion of the time watching Potter who didn’t seem to notice.

‘The tables have turned,’
he thought sardonically as he lingered over his half eaten supper. ‘Why am I
staring at him anyway? You’d think I wanted to feed my monstrous
imagination. Malfoy’s do not moon over young
men, especially half-blood Gryffindors. Oh why can’t
I just be normal? What is this strange affliction?’

When Potter got up and
excused himself from the hall, leaving behind nothing
for Draco to look at but Ron Weasley,
stuffing his freckled face with his third helping of the night, Draco
sighed once again and looked down at his plate. It
took all of three seconds to decide that he wasn’t hungry anymore and down his
glass of pumpkin juice before getting up to leave.

--

“Excuse me a moment
Potter. If I could have a word..?”

At the polite request,
Harry paused in the entry hall just before the stairs and looked back. To his
surprise the speaker was none other than Blaise Zabini
.

“Um, I suppose so.”

“I’ve been wondering. It’s
true isn’t it, that you prefer the company of men?”

“Yes,” Harry answered
slowly. He was wary of where Blaise might be going
with this but he’d already made the decision not to hide who he was. The Gods
knew, people had enough false rumours
and conjecture to sift through concerning him already.

Blaise smiled genuinely, surprising him
once again.

“Well as disappointing as
that will be for a great many females, I must say that I’m happy to hear it.”

Harry’s face heated at the
mildly teasing remark. Was he implying…?

Blaise was stepping in with small,
nonchalant movements that somehow still managed to make Harry feel that he was
being hunted… and that it might not be such a bad thing.

“It may be too much to
presume, I suppose, that you could possibly please me further by assuring me
that you are unattached at the moment. Have you, by some chance, managed to
avoid capture?”

He was quite close now and
his voice kept lowering just enough that Harry automatically leaned even closer
to hear.

Draco heard the smooth, seductive tones
of Blaise Zabini on the
prowl as he walked through the entrance hall at a pace just shy of trudging.

“Uh, well I uh… I guess
I’m not really…”

His head jerking up at the
very familiar second voice, Draco found his fellow Slytherin
backing Harr… er, Potter up into the stairs. Potter was blushing and
stammering and acting all cute while Blaise leered
meaningfully and suddenly Draco Malfoy
was pissed.

What the hell did Zabini think he was doing? And Potter! It was like he was
just begging to be preyed upon! An irrational, inexplicable rage welled up and
grew to uncontainable levels within seconds.

“My goodness Potter,” he
drawled, letting a disgusted sneer settle on his face. “Overthrowing the weasel
so easily?”

Harry looked up, startled
at Malfoy’s sudden announcement of his presence. He
was even more startled at the contemptuous expression on the blond’s
pale face. Where was this coming from? Despite the
relatively calm demeanor, there were high spots of color on those cheeks that
Harry had come to interpret as a sign that Malfoy was
angry (or aroused but that didn’t really apply here).

“It really takes next to
nothing, doesn’t it. Who would have thought you were
such a desperate slut. Blaise, you aren’t going to
actually touch that are you?”

The last phrase descended
into a subtle growl that was accompanied by a look in Blaise’s
direction that had the darker Slytherin swallowing
nervously. Harry was too busy feeling shocked and utterly, almost painfully
insulted to take note of this little byplay however.

“You
incredible asshole!

Where do you get off…

“There’s no need to get
upset over a simple observation,” Draco cut in. “We
really must be going now. No worries though, if you camp out there a little
longer, you can probably ambush the next unsuspecting bloke to walk
through. Blaise?”

Caught between a fuming
Harry and an obviously disgruntled Draco, there was
really only one thing for Blaise to do.

“Yes, I think I shall adjourn
to the common room for now. I do have some homework to get done. I’m sorry Mr.
Potter. Perhaps we may continue another time.”

Harry merely inclined his
head, taking a small measure of pity on Blaise. The
same could not be said for Draco. Any guilt or pity
that Harry had been feeling for him had evaporated completely. That Bastard!
How dare he?! And just what had crawled up his arse?
Why would get so bent out of shape over Blaise Zabini
hitting on him.

…Was he jealous? It
certainly seemed like the most likely explanation. He didn’t want Harry and Blaise
getting together. Did that mean it was Blaise Zabini that he wanted? Is
that who he’d dreamt of each night? The thought sent a little pain through
Harry’s chest but he just used that to fuel his anger.

“So he thinks that just
because he has some stupid crush on Zabini, he can
get away with saying such horrible things to me? I can’t believe I was thinking
of letting him off easy. He deserves every blasted thing that he gets, and then
some!”

--

Leaning over Malfoy’s prone form later on in the night, Harry hesitated.
This Draco seemed like a completely different being
from the one who’d hurled outrageous accusations at him earlier, and could he
really use someone else’s behaviour to justify his
own actions?

‘But he is the same
person. This is just a trick of the damn light! And besides, I’m not actually
hurting him. I’m just giving him a little fantasy, about Blaise,’
he thought, somewhat bitterly. ‘In fact this isn’t nearly punishment enough.
It’s hardly anything at all really. If anything, I aught to find something
worse to do to him! Perhaps I should make the next one public.’

With grim determination,
Harry completed his task and then sat back for a moment watching Draco
grow breathless, his beautiful face flushing in that
particular way. Now that he thought he knew who was causing this thaw in the
ice prince, it didn’t feel the same.

Harry couldn’t deny that
the effect was amazing, but what was so great about Zabini
anyway? Sure, he was a smooth talker and admittedly easy on the eyes. Second
best looking guy in the Slytherin house, truth be
told. And of course Malfoy
would want another Slytherin.

Dear sweet Merlin, he
couldn’t believe he was dwelling on this, but he was. Harry let out a sigh, his
body slumping.

“I’m going to tell you a
secret …Draco,” he whispered with a tiny, wry smile.
“…I wish you were mine.”

I’m going to tell you
a secret …Draco.”

Oh, his name! That was
new. And it sounded really nice. It made Draco
remember his desire to hear Harry scream it to the rafters. At this thought,
the soft light came, making Harry visible as the bed appeared beneath them
both. Draco shoved the smaller Gryffindor down,
hovering above him with a wicked smirk.

I wish you were mine.”

Harry smiled a soft,
sweet smile and reached up to wrap his arms around him tenderly, while Draco’s
eyes widened in surprise. A warm glow kindled
inside the stoic blond and he sunk down to rest on top of the welcoming body,
returning the embrace.

Gods… Harry…”

The name felt oddly
pleasant, rolling off his tongue.

“..Harry..”

It was barely a breath but
Harry was certain he’d heard it. All the air seemed to leave his body at once
with the impact of shock.

‘What? Why…’

But the name came again, a
little stronger this time and Harry sucked in a much needed breath.

‘Me?! He’s dreaming of me?!’

His mind reeled. He would
never have believed… but suddenly he could see the incident with Blaise
in a new light. Could it really have been Harry
that he was jealous over? Dare he believe such a thing? Maybe it was just that
a dream-version of Harry had interrupted his good time.

A swift glance was enough
to prove that nothing at all was interrupting Draco’s
good time. He looked completely relaxed. There was even a pleasant little smile
on his lips. And Harry was the one making him look like this.

“That is so hot.” Harry’s
grin had returned in full force. He pulled the cloak up off of his face and
leaned over the prone form to cover that cute smile with his own lips, just a
chaste brush that drew a tiny sigh from the sleeping boy before he backed off.
He didn’t want to wake him.

‘He needs his rest,’ he
thought with a muffled giggle. In fact Harry was suddenly feeling quite
generous, maybe he could even help him along a bit.

Barely reigning in his giddiness,
Harry spread himself out on the bed beside Draco and
began to whisper deliberately into his ear.

“Beautiful Draco… so big… I want to feel it inside. I want to feel
you, Draco. Touch me… please.”

This was nice. Harry
was snuggled tightly against him, rocking their hips leisurely together, soft
lips caressing his own.

Beautiful Draco…”

The whispered
endearment was so sweet. Then his amorous little Gryffindor was picking up the
pace and Draco was swiftly growing harder.

“…so big… I want to
feel it inside.”

Gods! How much would Draco love to oblige?

Touch me… please.”

Oh! Begging, how
wonderful! There was no way on earth he was going to refuse that, though just a
bit of teasing may be in order. Draco had endured
quite a bit of teasing himself after all. He slyly hid his leer in his
companion’s delectable neck.

Harry was thoroughly
enjoying the shudders of arousal that overtook Draco’s
body with each provocatively whispered phrase. It was just amazing how his
supposed rival was responding to him, dreaming of him. It was… It…

ah,
achOO!!”

Oh bollocks! What was
that?! He hadn’t even felt it coming. Well it wasn’t really very loud. Maybe…
Oh hell, it was right by his ear. Of course it sounded loud.

Malfoy stirred and Harry froze in horror.
Was he completely covered? He didn’t dare move to check. Silver eyes blinked
open blearily and Harry held his breath.

Draco found himself disoriented for a
moment when his sexy little Gryffindor suddenly disappeared. He forced his eyes
open and found himself alone in his room. What the… Damn it! Noooo! It couldn’t stop there! He’d been so close to
getting to touch. Harry had been begging him for it!

Harry begging…Oh Gods, that was sexy! He’d been right there in Draco’s arms, grinding and pleading… Mmm

Draco’s hand drifted down, slipping under
silken fabric and clasping his heavy cock, as it hardened even further.
Oh yes, the things he would love
to do.

A small part of him
rebelled at what he was thinking and doing, but Draco
drowned it out and abandoned himself to his imagination, picking up his fantasy
where he’d left off. His body demanded release and while he could have, or
probably should have come up with some other imagery to get off to,
right now, only Harry would do.

Harry’s mouth dropped open
when Draco, now awake and aware, actually reached
down to relieve himself. This was not the expected reaction at all. He was just
going to go with it? Why wasn’t Draco freaking out?
He always…

Wait, had he been reacting
that way, not because of the wet dream in general but because it was about
Harry? Was this more proof that it had always been Harry? Of course it was
difficult to dwell on such questions for long when Draco
Malfoy was wanking
it right in front of you. Especially when he was all flushed and panting and
groaning in a way that had Harry throbbing in his own pants sympathetically.

It wasn’t too long before Draco was tensing. He came with a strangled moan that was
unmistakably Harry’s name and his undercover audience was awed by the perfectly
rapturous look on his face.

‘Gorgeous,’ he thought as Draco’s sweaty body slumped back down. This was the first
time Draco had allowed himself to bask in the
aftermath, and the first time that Harry got to observe up close. Harry bit his
lip to contain himself, feeling that he might just burst.

--

Well, this was it. He’d
done the unthinkable. He’d just consciously gotten off to thoughts of Harry
Potter. He’d cum with the savior’s name on his lips, and he was actually awake
at the time. There was no excuse for it at all now. He might as well accept it.
He was most definitely attracted to Harr… er
Pott… oh fuck it.

What’s more, the dream
itself had been different this time as well. Harry had spoken his given name
for the first time and Draco had liked that, a lot.
They had cuddled and kissed like real lovers, and Draco
had liked that too. Harry had also said that he wished Draco
was his, in a way that hinted at something deeper and more meaningful than
simple lust, and Merlin help Draco but that made him
feel… something he should not have been feeling.

Did he really want more
from Harry than a quick shag? In the spirit of self
acceptance, he strongly suspected that he might. What a completely ridiculous
notion. If a good smack to the face would have dispelled the useless desire, Draco
might have actually endured it. Better to suffer that
indignity than what Potter would inflict on him if this foolishness ever came
to light.

Well, he may no longer
deny it inwardly but, he would certainly never act on it. He was a Slytherin
and a Malfoy. Only the
most calculated of risks were allowable by his very nature. He simply didn’t
put himself on the line without being at least 98% sure of a profitable outcome
and in this case the risk far outweighed the expected gain. No this revelation
would have to remain a secret.

--

Harry had a lot to think
over later on as he finally lay in his own bed. How long had Draco
felt like this? It seemed so sudden. Had Harry just
been blind to it for ages or was Draco just
discovering these feelings now like he was?

Maybe he was getting ahead
of himself here. One lustful fantasy didn’t necessarily mean that Draco
fancied him. So he might think that Harry was nice
enough looking for a roll in the sheets (though Harry didn’t really see it).
That didn’t mean that Harry would be his first choice. It was entirely possible
that Malfoy just fantasized about lots of random
people.

But no, if that were the
case then he would be quite used to the whole scenario and he wouldn’t have
acted like the end of the world was near. And suddenly Harry recalled his
earlier thought that Draco was only acting like that
because of who he dreamed about, which meant that while he probably
didn’t usually fantasize, he wasn’t as unnaturally repressed as Harry had
previously supposed.

It was almost a certainty
that Draco had been dreaming of him from the start.
He felt an attraction if nothing else, but he hadn’t been happy about it and
had resisted forcefully. Tonight though, it had seemed like he was starting to
give in.

--

Potter was watching him
again today. This time it was a little different, less bold and assessing
whereas before, he’d felt like he was being sized-up. There was something
strange in the Golden boy’s demeanor and he was more discreet, more shy
. Draco would feel eyes
upon him and turn to look but then they would flit away, usually to some spot
on the floor to the side. There was also a good deal of blushing and the abuse
of a poor, innocent lower lip.

This was making Draco very confused. If he didn’t know any better, he might
actually say that Potter was acting like someone with a crush. With last night
on his mind Draco would have already had to exercise
some serious discipline to ignore the Gryffindor, but like this… well this was
just ridiculous.

He’d just come to accept
his …’feelings’ and then firmly decided to shove them aside regardless. Why did
Potter have to pick today to act so bloody adorable?! He was making it
extremely difficult not to consider the possibility that Harry may not be
completely averse to a shift in their relationship. And he knew better
than to think there was a possibility at all.

--

By the end of the day,
Harry had come to a few conclusions. One was that Draco
Malfoy was taking a new attitude toward him. Harry
had been continually casting curious glances in his direction any time that
he’d been near enough. It was rather embarrassing when he got caught at it now
and then but he just couldn’t seem to stop. The point was that Draco
hadn’t glared or sneered back at him once, not even
towards the end when Harry imagined most people would have started getting
annoyed.

This somehow wasn’t quite
as surprising as one might have thought, which made
him think over the Slytherin’s recent behavior.
Actually, Draco had been fairly decent for awhile –
at least since Voldemort’s demise, and possibly even
before that. Harry remembered that he had been taken aback by the outburst that
had instigated this whole situation. Aside from that and the incident with Zabini
, things had been almost boringly quiet.

It occurred to Harry that
on both of those occasions, his sexuality and choice (or possible choice) of
partners had been attacked. This supported his second conclusion. Draco
did not like to see him close to other blokes.

There had never been any
reason to suppose that Draco was against
homosexuality. He wouldn’t have looked twice if it had been anyone else, but if
Harry was too physically close to anyone, (even a girl now that he thought back
far enough) an irritable Malfoy always seemed to be
in his face within seconds. This led to the third conclusion. Draco
must be interested in him and this wasn’t such a
sudden change.

These fantasies hadn’t
just been a brief hankering for a one night stand. Sure his desire manifested
itself as a rather illogical possessiveness, but he was a Malfoy
. One can’t expect miracles, and Harry had a feeling
that Draco was capable of a lot more emotional depth
than he once gave him credit for.

The final conclusion
however, was that while Draco felt something for him
and had changed much of his attitude, he had no intentions of ever making a
move. It was obvious in his carefully controlled expression. He was going to
try to ignore the whole thing by ignoring Harry himself as much as possible.

Well, that was exactly the
sort of thing he would do. Slytherins protected
themselves at all costs and it was easy to see that Malfoys
in particular viewed emotions as a potential threat. Draco
had probably decided that the odds weren’t in his favour
and given up before he could even begin. The prince of Slytherin
simply lacked the courageous, impulsive nature that was so typical of
Gryffindor.

Harry understood that much
about Slytherins. On the other hand, his own personal
experiences had taught him that often times the so called ‘odds’ weren’t worth
the parchment that they were calculated on. For instance, there was no way that
a mere boy ought to have been able to bring down one of the most powerful dark
wizards in remembered history, but Harry was living proof that in the end
things could, and did, work out alright anyway.

Whereas Slytherins were cautious, sometimes to the point of
paranoia, Gryffindors were apt to take the proverbial
‘leap of faith’, headfirst. Obviously things didn’t always turn out for the
better, but one would never know unless they tried. And if the situation were
important enough, not knowing could be a fate worse than death to a curious
lion.

It was certainly no fate
that Harry was going to settle for. He had rejected Malfoy
once when they were just ignorant children. Neither of them had known what they
knew now, about the world, about each other or about themselves. Throughout all
these years, even with the outward animosity, there was nobody who had
fascinated him like Draco Malfoy
and he was willing to bet that Draco had been just as
fascinated by him. He had at least paid him more attention than anyone else.
They were both practically obsessed.

Now there was a chance
that there could be something different between them, something that promised
to be infinitely more satisfying. If left to his own devices, Draco
would let this opportunity slip through his fingers,
so Harry would not be leaving it up to him.

--

That night as midnight
drew near, Harry lay awake in his bed. It was almost
the time that he would have pulled on his invisibility cloak and tiptoed down
to the dungeons but he wasn’t really planning on doing that tonight. He was no
longer interested in punishing Draco after all. There
was no justifiable reason to subject him to another dream. What would he even
gain from it aside from frustrating them both? Still he was slightly tempted.
He had rather enjoyed his nightly voyeuristic forays.

Harry leaned back against
the headboard, turning the small package containing the final tablet over in
his hands, regarding it in the way an ex-smoker might contemplate a stray
cigarette. He fidgeted with the package for some minutes, examining every inch
until his eyes passed over the small disclaimer on the side for about the sixth
time and it’s meaning finally struck him.

Why wouldn’t you just
drop it in his own cup? Wouldn’t that be less
noticeable than moving yours all the way over?”

Oh yes, that would
normally be the best idea,” George agreed.

However, that would
increase the chances of someone actually drinking it,” his twin continued.

This product is not
meant for oral consumption,” the two chorused together.

Oh, would it make him
sick?”

The twins sent him
identical smirks before Fred clarified.

Not
exactly.

We only mean to manipulate thought with this product but initial tests have shown
that actually consuming it converts thought into action, so to speak. “

At Harry’s confused
look Fred just chuckled and George took over.

It makes you even more
horny and lowers one’s inhibitions (or good judgment, if you will) to the point
that they will basically jump the person they desire without notice or regard
to the consequences.”

That’s right, and you
can see the problem with that. Your prank could suddenly involve some innocent
bystander. Now, there’s no need to look so horrified as all that. Nobody would
actually get raped.”

Certainly
not!
If
it were that dangerous then we couldn’t even
consider selling it to the public.”

We are quite fond of
our lawful freedom.”

Indeed.”

It wears off too
quickly for things to get that far, but it does have the potential to cause
problems. You can’t always be completely sure who a person desires.”

It may not be the one
they’re currently dating.”

Scandalous.”

Or it may be someone
who’s already taken.”

“…By a very big, very
jealous fellow perhaps.”

It might be the timid,
sheltered type.”

Ooh the trauma! They
could be scarred for life!”

That’s why we have
this nice little disclaimer on the package, you see?” The twins showcased the
colorful package, pointing out the small message to a bemused Harry.

Harry blinked, the memory
circling through his mind. That would be perfect! If he could somehow get Draco
to swallow this last tablet, then he wouldn’t be able
to keep up his nonchalant pretense. He would be forced to act on his desire.

Of course, Harry would
have to put up with the attentions of an overly amorous Slytherin,
but that was a hardship that he was fairly sure he could manage to endure. An
almost smug grin overtook his features as he nodded to himself and settled
further down the bed, snuggling under the covers with a soft sigh.

--

Draco’s day had been strange right from
the beginning. Upon waking, he’d realized that he had dreamed of Harry Potter
yet again, but this time it was much less real and immediate. It had been more
of a vague, dreamlike impression of pleasure that came in the form of green
eyes, dark hair and soft lips.

His feelings about this
had been conflicted. The dreams from the past few nights that had felt so real
had been annoyingly impossible to dismiss, but having experienced them, this
hazy facsimile left him wanting. He had brought himself off in the shower
minutes later, to memories of previous fantasies, which only left him confused
again. He was physically satisfied, and yet he felt pathetic. Malfoys
did not idly daydream about what they wanted. They
went out and obtained it, which in this case, actually conflicted with another
family rule.

It hadn’t helped when
Harry had once again been stealing glances at him here and there that had
seemed to be a little amused, teasing perhaps, almost like he had a secret that
he was encouraging Draco to discover. It was very
strange and it caused bouts of ill-advised hope to flare up in Draco’s
chest.

The sheer lack of anger or
suspicion in the Gryffindor’s expression was a bit
exciting. He had done his best not to respond in any way though and if he could
just make it through this last meal of the day, then he could retreat into the
dungeons and not have to see those emerald eyes for the rest of the night. …At
least until he fell asleep.

Harry was anxiously
watching the blond Slytherin from his usual spot at
the Gryffindor table. He had decided that rather than coming up with some half-arsed
plan to spike Draco’s drink
himself, he would simply have Dobby slip the tablet in for him. There could be
no guarantees that Draco would drink all or even some
of it, though Harry was fairly sure he usually drained his cup before leaving
the table.

At this point he’d worked
up his nerves so that he wasn’t entirely sure whether he wanted this little trick
to work or not. Maybe if it hadn’t been such a public setting… but then where
else was he supposed to get Draco to eat or drink
something? No self-respecting Slytherin would be dumb
enough to consume anonymously given snacks or beverages, and Harry didn’t know
whose name he might attach that wouldn’t be suspect. Not to mention, the
unusual behaviour that resulted would be instantly
connected to the supposed gift.

There was no help for it.
This had to be done in the Great Hall and on the one hand Harry didn’t really
want to embarrass Draco, while on the other,
witnesses would ensure that he didn’t get to bury the incident and pretend that
nothing had happened.

The other problem that was
eating at Harry was that no matter how certain of himself he had felt last
night, now that he had set the wheels in motion and there was no time to put a
stop to the whole thing, it occurred to him that he might have been wrong.
Harry would feel terrible if Draco ended up pouncing
on someone else.

‘Well, whatever happens,
at least I’ll know for sure,’ he comforted himself. ‘It’s better than
wondering forever.’

As Draco
finished with his meal and lifted his cup, Harry crossed his fingers under the
table and hoped that nobody was going to end up completely humiliated.

Draco laid down his cutlery, quickly
tossed back his pumpkin juice and stood up, having decided to forego desert. He
could hardly wait to get out of this room and go immerse himself in blissfully
mind-numbing homework. His vision blurred alarmingly for a moment when he rose
but he shook it off and continued onward, wondering why the temperature of the
room seemed to be rising.

Halfway across the room,
he noted that Harry Potter had also stood and was heading for the door. Without
leave from his brain, his body stopped and he turned to stare. It wasn’t often
that he got to examine the Gryffindor so openly. The boy was blushing lightly
and his green eyes were bright, appearing to examine him right back with
curiosity and a hint of concern. He came closer, halting just a few steps away
from Draco and wet his lips nervously.

Draco couldn’t tear his eyes away. His
body was heating up and visions of rumpled sheets and smooth skin were clouding
his mind. Harry’s skin to be exact. Gods, but he
looked so good right now. He’d been giving him all those come-hither looks
before too and now here he was, so close. It would be so easy to just pull him
into his arms and taste those precious lips, maybe try to catch the little
tongue that peeked out to wet them.

The lips that he was so
fixated on suddenly parted to draw a quick breath.

“…D-Draco?”
Harry spoke hesitantly.

The sound of his name in
that voice shot right through him and it was all the encouragement he needed.
In one smooth glide, Draco had the smaller body
wrapped securely in his arms and had taken possession of those soft lips like
they were a long lost extension of himself.

Harry only managed to
spare a few seconds’ thought to the wave of murmurs, squeals and shocked
exclamations that rose in volume as more and more people began to take notice
of what was happening by the doors. Then he was shoved up against those doors
and Draco’s leg was pressing firmly between his and
his brain went off-line for a minute.

He wrapped his arms around
the taller blond’s shoulders and pressed them tighter
together, unknowingly causing the verbal deluge to increase at his obvious show
of acceptance. He welcomed Draco’s tongue into his
mouth with a tiny moan of pleasure that had the Slytherin
responding with an approving grunt as he regressed further into the base
instincts of a Neanderthal.

The sheer noise-level
alerted Harry once again that now would probably be a good time to take this
somewhere else. Pulling one hand from their tight embrace, he reached behind
him and fumbled blindly for the doorknob with only half of his attention. He
was swiftly losing interest in the task and was almost startled when the solid
wooden door suddenly gave way, allowing them to clumsily stumble through.

With a weak kick, he just
barely managed to get it closed behind them, cutting off a good deal of the
volume from the excited crowd of teenagers. Draco was
attacking his neck like this one act was necessary to sustain his very
existence and Harry silently pitied any person out there who had never been
kissed exactly like this.

Then, without warning, Draco let out a growl and grasped Harry about the waist
hefting him up over his shoulder. Ignoring his passenger’s startled cry, he
turned and headed swiftly off toward the dungeons, apparently having forgotten
about such things as levitation or even lightening charms.

Harry struggled against
the uncomfortable position but the determined blond merely wrapped his arm more
tightly around his hips and caressed his thighs and buttocks. The poor captive
wasn’t sure whether this was meant to be a soothing gesture or just groping.

A collection of gasps and
giggles echoed through the hallways and Harry’s head whipped around to find a
group of unidentified fourth years, closely followed by a trio of blushing Huffelpuff
girls, all of whom seemed to be staring directly
at his arse. (Or maybe Draco’s
hand on his arse… whichever) A new round of gasps
took over as they realized who said arse belonged to
and Harry gathered a handful of Draco’s robes to
burry his flaming face in them.

He was definitely going to
be branded as the cutesy little submissive slave boy for the rest of his life.
He could just imagine the sick thoughts that were probably running through all
of their little minds, just waiting to be spewed out to the rest of the student
body. Well, he couldn’t exactly blame Draco for his behaviour
. This was no one’s fault but
his own
.

Before he knew it they’d
arrived in the dungeons and Draco’s rooms were
opening to them. It was almost surprising that he could remember the password
in this singular state of mind. Harry just thanked the Gods that they hadn’t
been heading for the far-away Gryffindor tower.

Draco set down his prize and the
red-faced boy clung to him dizzily. Without allowing him more than a second to
recover, he leaned in to resume their snogging.
Harry’s vision swam but he welcomed it anyway, drawing Draco’s
tongue in and sucking softly for a moment before things quickly grew more
heated.

Draco slipped his hands through the
opening of Harry’s robes and ran them down the Gryffindor’s
lean flanks. Gripping the bothersome shirt, he tugged it out of the boys pants
and snuck his fingers up underneath, smirking at Harry’s responding shiver. He
backed the smaller boy up into the wall and pressed their groins together. With
a whimper, Harry spread his legs to allow more contact and even hooked one leg
around Draco’s thigh to help pull him in tighter.

With a frustrated whine,
the Slytherin reached around to grab his arse
and lifted. Harry automatically slid his arms around
the blond’s neck and brought his legs up to wrap
around trim hips. Draco thrust harshly and both of
them groaned at the friction.

It was at this point that
the metaphorical blinders were fading in Draco’s mind
to the point that he was starting to recognize what was happening.

‘We’re… in my room. When
did I…? Oh God’s, hefeelsgood! Mmmm
Harry… ‘

Draco let his brain short in and out,
getting lost in the taste of Harry, until suddenly images of himself rushing
the other boy in front of everyone in the Great Hall and tossing him over his
shoulder, dragging him off to the dungeons, also with witnesses, flashed into
his head in rapid succession.

Holy Shite!!

His every muscle froze in
mid-motion and unmistakeable green eyes blinked open,
gazing wonderingly into his own from barely an inch away. He jerked his head
back rather suddenly and the Gryffindor tilted his own head in a questioning
look. Draco paid no attention. His eyes were locked
on the reddened lips that he had kissed almost raw.

In a sudden panic, he
dropped the smaller boy, whose quick reflexes thankfully managed to save him
from a painful fall. Draco’s head thrashed back and
forth, looking around aimlessly almost as if he expected to find a panel of judges
right there in his room waiting to condemn him. He cast
about frantically for his usual Malfoy cool and the
ever-ready set of rules that would tell him exactly what to do in any difficult
situation, but he was coming up blank.

Potter. He had to get away from him, get
him out of here, something, anything before he started
screaming outraged accusations. Then maybe Draco
could think, particularly of some kind of counter to the very publically painful and humiliating rejection that he would
soon be faced with.

In a rushed and yet almost
absent manner, Harry found himself suddenly shoved out of the Slytherin’s
quarters. He flinched as, without a word, the
door was loudly slammed in his face.

‘I don’t know what I was
expecting exactly, but that wasn’t it.’

--

Draco slammed the door and leaned
heavily on it, letting his forehead fall against the wood with a light thunk. What had come over him?

‘Great
Merlin!
I’ve
attacked and molested the Savior of the Wizarding
World in front of the entire school! What am I going to do? I’m going to be
lynched! They’ll have me roasting on a spit!

I can’t believe any of
this. I just had Harry Potter in my room with my tongue down his throat… and he
was just taking it. He was totally letting me do whatever I liked with him! He
kissed me back even! I can’t believe… I can’t… I…

What the HELL am I DOING?!
He kissed me back!!’

Harry was startled out of
his momentary pondering before he could really get started, when the door
suddenly opened again and Draco grabbed his wrist,
yanking him back inside. The door slammed once again and he blinked up at the Slytherin
in confusion.

“I was kissing you.”

“Yes,” Harry nodded. “Doing a jolly good job of it too.”

“You kissed me back?”

“Hell yes.” An
irrepressible grin was slowly beginning to spread over the Gryffindor’s
face. An answering tug started at the corners of Draco’s
own mouth.

“You kissed me back.”

“Mm
hmm.”

Delicate fingertips
started to skim up Draco’s clothed chest.

“But maybe, you should try
it again, just to be sure.”

It was too cute how Harry
tried to play the bold Gryffindor when he couldn’t speak the words without
blushing. Still, he leaned up encouragingly and Draco
could do nothing but comply. He captured those tempting lips once more and this
time he had the mental capacity to really appreciate every detail of the
experience.

Harry found that while it
wasn’t the raging whirlwind of excitement of earlier, he liked this kind of
kiss from Draco just as well. It was slower, more
placid but no less thorough. Draco took a few long
moments to leisurely enjoy Harry’s mouth before he pulled back to take in the
other boy’s attractively disheveled appearance.

Harry’s robes were still
open and skewed from earlier, his shirt un-tucked and his hair more mussed than
usual. Draco’s eye’s narrowed in on the shirt, his
hands raising, unbidden, to creep under the cloth. He savoured
the feeling of smooth skin even as he pushed the hem up to expose it to his
view.

Glancing back up to those
emerald eyes, he asked the question that ruled his mind.

“What do you want?”

Harry’s eyes amazingly
dilated further and he slowly let out his breath. He knew there was something
that he wanted to explain here, or at least mention, but words seemed to have
fled him. After all of this, his throbbing cock was demanding far too much of
his attention. Then finally, he managed to shock himself with his answer.

“You’ll have to ask me
again after you’ve made me come.”

The trademark Malfoy eyes widened and glazed over and Harry was given no
time to feel embarrassment over the apparent loss of his inner monologue. His
pants were on the floor and his body on the bed at what seemed the speed of
light, with Draco looming over him, staring hungrily
at his twitching arousal.

The Slytherin
licked his lips and a somewhat shaky hand reached to finally touch and stoke
what he’d been dreaming of. Oh, and Harry sang him a symphony of crooning sighs
and moans, thrusting into his grip in a matching languid rhythm.

When he could stand it no
longer, Draco paused to remove his own clothing.
Harry whined at the abrupt disappearance of the hand on him and quickly
replaced it with his own.

Having wrestled the last
annoying article from his body, Draco looked up and
felt his jaw drop in a very un-Malfoy-ish manner.

Harry’s socked feet were
planted on the mattress, his naked legs spread so wide he could only make small
bucks of his hips, which none-the-less showed off tantalizing glimpses of the
rosy little hole beneath, while his hand moved rapidly over his cock. The lean
muscles in his stomach worked in a graceful dance below the shirt that was
bunched up under his armpits just above the tiny pink nipples.

Draco looked him up then down, then up
and down again, landing on the tight little star that made his entire body
quiver with want. Without hesitation, he cast a spell to prepare the entrance
for what was very soon to come if he had his way.

Harry gasped at the sudden
sensation, but recognizing what it signaled, his excitement mounted. In a trice
Draco was knocked flat on his back, an eager
Gryffindor straddling his hips. He let out an ‘oomph’
and Harry snuck a tongue into his open mouth. A few heartbeats later he managed
to release the reluctant blond’s lips.

“Who knew you’d be such a
voracious little kitten in the bedroom?” Draco
panted.

“Only
for you.”

Draco opened his mouth to question that
but his eyes suddenly rolled back as a tight, slick heat slid slowly down onto
him.

“Oh Merlin, nothing has
ever felt this good!”

Draaaco,”
Harry moaned, “unh, move, move with me.”

“Oh fuck!”

Draco grabbed Harry’s hips, helping to
lift him and guide the rhythm. Harry was absolutely stunning with his hair in
his flushed face, his mouth falling open, letting rapid puffs of breath escape.
The shirt that now clung to his sweaty torso had to go though and with a loud
tearing sound it was flying through the air to join the other clothes on the
floor.

A particularly well aimed
thrust drew a keening sound and seemed to jar Harry into thoughtless babbling.

“Oh Gods
yes!
There Draco, oh…”

Draco was quick to react accordingly and
was rewarded with more of the sweet sound of Harry lustily crying his name. A
chorus of sirens couldn’t have seduced him more completely.

“Is this what you want?”
he teased as he struck that magic spot again.

Draco!”
Harry gasped. “So much… I… yessss… I want- want you
to take me, in every way. I want...”

Draco actually slowed in surprise as
that sunk in.

“You mean… again? You,
want more?”

Harry smiled, lowering
himself firmly, just to hear Draco groan.

“Cute, sexy, strong,
stubborn, arrogant, perfect Slytherin.”

The addressed Slytherin caught his breath.

“I want it, all the time.
I want you always. I want to be yours.”

Draco was completely amazed. He briefly
wondered if perhaps he wasn’t dreaming again after all. Then Harry’s smile
turned sly, his body undulating once more.

“I want meetings
interrupted inexplicably and conversations cut short. I want to be suddenly apparated
right off the street, only to feel your cock
working into me in the next instant.”

“Great bloody Merlin!” Draco actually whimpered. Then with a growl, he flipped
them over and drilled Harry down into the mattress while the smaller boy wailed
in ecstasy.

Sometime later, when two
supremely satisfied souls lay together in peaceful silence, Harry heaved a
sigh, lazily snuggling into the warmth of his lover and wondered idly how he
would go about thanking those evil twins.

If nothing else he would
be able to tell them their product worked exactly as promised, but he should
probably caution them against explaining the reason behind their little
disclaimer if someone should ask them to elaborate on the vague wording.

Knowing the truth could
make it awfully tempting to misuse it on purpose. Just look what a Slytherin
it had turned him into. If Draco
ever found out, he’d never hear the end of it.

Still, a reward was
definitely in order. Harry blushed, absently tracing his new lover’s stunningly
perfect abs.

Best. Invention. Ever.’

--

fin





 








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