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Juicy Pricks	By : JanisJ Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Juicy Pricks

Harry and Draco spill their seeds of truth and uncontrollable desire (with a little help from their friends).

Harry crouched behind the bushes next to the lake, peering through the thick leaved boughs. He was so focused on his quarry he didn’t hear the footsteps come up behind him.

“GAH!” the brunet yelped, startled out of his wits when a large hand clamped down on his shoulder. Harry turned to look up into his smirking best friend’s face. “You nearly scared me half to death, mate!” he hissed and chanced a quick glance through the shrubs to check that the object of his spying hadn’t heard his outburst.

No, Draco appeared unaffected, still lounging in the sun, lying on his back in the sand with his bare feet dabbling in the edge of the water. Harry furiously whispered at the meddling redhead, “Shh! He can’t know I’m here!” He shot a quick ‘Muffliato’ around them as a precaution.

The youngest Weasley male seemed amused. “You’re STILL scoping out Malfoy? What is it about that git? Why are you so obsessed? You’re wasting a perfectly beautiful day.”

“Beautiful…” Harry murmured to himself, never averting his gaze. Then realized he’d have to come up with some sort of semi-plausible explanation.

It was true; every other student was making the most of the wonderful June weather and exams being over. He could see groups of kids dotted along the bank of the lake all the way back to the castle-- some wading, others sunbathing, some playing an impromptu game with a stolen quaffle.

Coming back to his senses, Harry blustered, “Hey! I’m NOT obsessed! You need to stop saying that. I just need to keep tabs on the guy to make sure he’s not up to something…. nefarious, sinister….” He nervously fiddled with some leaves before him, crushing them in his thumb and forefinger just a bit too harshly.

Yeah, he admitted to himself, that was a pretty lame excuse, but he couldn’t be too arsed to care at the moment.

“Well, he doesn’t look like he’s planning anything right now,” observed Ron. “He’s alone isn’t he? Doesn’t have his fan-club around does he? Or his henchmen close by….” Indeed, the two rivals were quite a ways away from the rest of their classmates outdoors today. And the Slytherin prince looked more than relaxed.

“No….” Harry answered slowly, still never taking his eyes off the blond. The focus of his interest was now slowly rubbing some sort of lotion onto his chest and arms; he was enthralled by the sensual, circular motions of those long pale fingers….skimming over those pert pink nipples…. sliding over those biceps and teasing over those tight abs….

Harry’s mouth watered; he couldn’t think straight and squirmed a bit, his erection growing at an awkward angle in his jeans. His arousal was made even more uncomfortable by the fact Ron was two feet away, possibly witnessing and guessing his secret.

“I mean really mate, this is getting ridiculous,” Ron reasoned. “Everyone else is enjoying themselves. You’re missing out on life, stalking Malfoy around like this.”

“I’m NOT stalking!” Harry whispered furiously, pulling on the leg of his pants to adjust things so that his cock could grow unimpeded. “I’m WATCHING, looking out of all of us in case he’s up to no good.” He tried to nonchalantly pull his t-shirt down over his crotch.

Ron looked at him oddly for a moment, “Yeah right.” He looked utterly unconvinced. “And that tent you’re sporting says something different.”

“Shut up, prat. I’m a hormonal teenager; it’s probably just the breeze.” They both knew his flushed face told the truth against that lie.

“Why don’t you just admit it already? We all know I can’t stand the git, and Merlin knows I’m a flaming hetero, but even I can admit he’s a good-looking bloke!”

Harry whipped his head around so fast he got a crick in his neck and stared at his friend in absolute astonishment; Ron looked strangely OK with that statement-- not at all what Harry would have expected. “What?!”

“Admit it. You have a thing for Malfoy. You’re always staring at him, seeking him out, competing with him when you don’t need to, always bickering with him—like me and Gr—uh, Hermione. Just admit you fancy him and get it over with! Just shag him already!”

“Ron! I can’t believe what you’re saying!” The green-eyed boy was obviously flustered. “I’m not…. He wouldn’t want….. I can’t…. I don’t…. It never….He doesn’t…. He’s a…. I’m…. Just shut it!” His frantically fluttering hands finally stilled as he stammered himself into silence.

Harry huffed at him and turned away; he grumpily flounced onto his side, propped up by his left elbow and glared through the bushes clearly embarrassed. The freckled boy simply shrugged and went to look at what Harry couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from.

Malfoy had gotten up from his spot in the sand and was now wading into the shallows, trailing his fingertips across the rippled surface. He bent over, back to the Gryffindors, oblivious to his hidden audience and scooped a double handful of water and splashed it over his upturned face.

His eyes were closed as the water ran in shining rivulets over the brilliant blond brow, down his slender neck and trickled along the smooth lines of his taut muscled torso. He was wearing some sort of old-fashioned under-britches sewn from sheer muslin, tied with little closures on the sides that hung low over his hip-bones.

The cool lake water ran down in thin streams, soaking the fabric and rendering it virtually see-through; his butt crack was entirely and enticingly visible now. And then he turned and his bits were clearly outlined by the clinging cloth and revealed to be half hard.

The redhead watched as Harry gave a small shudder, licked his lips and shifted his hips a bit-- Yeah, it seemed pretty obvious to him.

“Shit, Harry, I gotta go. I promised the Mu-- Uh, McGonagall I would see her before dinner. See ya.” Harry mumbled something unintelligible and didn’t even look over to see his friend take his leave; he barely registered the footsteps retreating, scrambling up the bank.

Harry was so preoccupied with the sensual scene he was peeping at through the foliage that he didn’t notice the hushed incantation and subtle shimmer of a Disillusionment Charm next to the tree behind him. He was simply mesmerized at the half naked Adonis splashing himself with water, getting wet and slick and glinting in the afternoon sun.

He had never seen anything so radiant!

Taking a quick glance around and noting he was the last student along the beach, all the others closer to the castle and how he was quite protected by the screen of his leafy blind, the messy-haired brunet surreptitiously popped the button on his jeans. He reached in and stroked his rock hard cock a little before he reached behind him and took a silvery cloak from his knapsack.

He’d just pulled out his stiffened penis, revealing the angry red head with an oozing tip when the magical material descended over his flushed form.

The hidden figure at the edge of the forest quietly groaned when the Gryffindor disappeared from view, but was grateful he could still hear the harsh pants that were being emitted, could still hear the faint slap-slap of flesh on flesh and the soft grunts-- the universal sounds of wanking! His breath sped up as he saw two indentations of heels digging into sand get deeper and deeper.

There was a sharp breathy moan of “Draaaaaco….” just as the blond, knee-deep in the shallows, dragged fingers through his wet hair and trailed his hands over his glistening chest.

The camouflaged figure leaning against the tree staggered away from the Golden Boy and urgently whistled like a bird amongst the trees on the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. A moment later, Malfoy exited the water; he picked up his towel and pot of sun-block potion and stuffed them in his bag, put on his shoes and headed in the direction of the bird call.

Harry didn’t pay it any mind-- he was too busy catching his breath. After several moments of recovery, he opened his eyes and then noticed Draco had left the beach all together. He stood on shaky knees and went looking for him, still under his Invisibility Cloak.

“Where are you?” A voice close by whispered into the forest. Harry recognized it as Ron up ahead and hurried amongst the underbrush to find him. He stopped short when he saw Ron meet up with Malfoy and hung back to see what would happen.

He was astonished and curious by how at ease the two seemed with each other. An unexpected flare of jealousy raged up inside him.

“I’m here, I’m here, don’t get your knickers in a twist!” the blond muttered, dodging his way between the dappled shade of the tall trees. “I couldn’t tell if you were still there after you met up with Potter. What happened? Did it work?” he asked, smoothing some water out of his hair.

“Yes, and then some…. How long are we going to be stuck like this?” the redhead asked, wringing his hands and shifting from foot to foot like he had ants in his pants.

“What, get off on watching yourself?” the trade-mark Slytherin sneer was fully in place, making an obvious show of eyeing the generous bulge in the other boy’s pants.

“Shut it!” The freckled boy hissed and pushed at his erection, forcing it down one leg of his pants. “No, just turned on by watching Potter get off on looking at ME.” He retorted hotly, red in the face after being caught in his aroused predicament and at the thought of seeing his half hard penis in those sheer undies, remembering the reverent way those muscles had been caressed. “And no more than YOU got off on touching me!”

“You always knew I enjoyed your body….” The boy murmured.

“Yeah? And now I’d enjoy having it back and you leaving! I need a fucking wank—NOW! Some vital bits are turning blue and I will absolutely puke if I have to see any ginger pubes-- there’s no fucking way I’m touching the Weasel’s weasel!”

“Well, lucky for you it’ll only be a bit longer,” the blond remarked, consulting a pocket watch he produced from in his book-bag. “And technically, he was getting off on ME, at the show I put on, not whatever tripe you had to say as the ‘best friend’.”

“Don’t even—ugh!” Harry watched in morbid fascination as there was a loud bubbling burp; the redhead undulated and doubled over, becoming more slender, a lot blonder and completely freckle-less. His visage blurred, compressed and another loud belch was released from his pouty lips before it was over.

A second later, there was an echoing grunt and farting noise coming from Malfoy and his rippling skin was rapidly tanning to a nice mocha-chocolate, his hair receding into short, black curls and his frame growing large and stocky, practically bursting out of those funny little underpants.

“Nice one!” the blond laughed in a wheezy voice, still doubled over with his hands on his knees, gulping for air, wearing some familiar old cast-offs Harry was pretty sure the pretentious pureblood would never normally be caught dead in.

“Quiet, you! You’re just lucky I was so sick of your whinging about Saint Potter to go along with this!” the other Slytherin boy spat out, guts gurgling and passing gas once again as his physiology continued to revert back to its normal state.

And then the transformation was complete. There were two boys standing there gasping for breath that Harry hadn’t expected.

“Just put on your uniform back on and go…. PLEASE!” Draco all but whined, leaning up against the nearest hawthorn tree, squeezing his groin through his trousers. It seemed he could barely wait while the handsome black Italian shuffled back into the standard Hogwart’s gray wool and white cotton.

Blaise just chuckled, “Fine, fine, just don’t be too late, dinner starts soon and we don’t want our cover BLOWN”

Draco whimpered at the word “blown” just as he knew his best friend meant him to. “Hurry up! And leave that sun-block potion, would you?” Draco caught the pot Blaise tossed at him with his Seeker reflexes and watched his partner in crime laugh to himself as he picked his way back through the trees and up the beach.

His best friend waved to their classmates once he’d started to come across pockets of them along the shore closer to the castle and grunted in acknowledgment as Ron Weasley passed him, approaching their rendezvous point in the forest.

Draco groaned in frustration as he watched the ginger-headed boy ambling along far too slowly for his liking. “Get a move on, Gryffindork,” he growled under his breath. Harry stared in shock as Ron casually walked up to the impatient blond.

“Well?” questioned the boy that Harry assumed was the real Ron.

“Well, what?” Draco snapped, practically bent double and still short of breath.

“Did you find out what you wanted to know so badly? What WE wanted to know so badly?” Ron asked, then demanded, “And where’s my money?!”

“Yes, confirmed it all, I did, thank you very much! And here!” Draco slapped a Galleon into his outstretched hand.

“I hope it was worth it…. Though it looks like it was.” He answered in amusement, quirking an orange eyebrow at the Slytherin’s blatant tumescence. Ron turned to go only to whirl around sharply and threaten, “If you dare to hurt Harry in any way—“

“Yes, yes, I know. I got it the first time. Hexed. Balls. Into oblivion. Don’t worry; there’ll be no need to resort to a duel.” The blond dismissively waved off the other boy, anxious to have him leave.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your ‘business’ then….” Ron gestured vaguely towards his crotch, tugging a curled hand in a “jerk-off” motion and smirking.

“Don’t you dare say anything!” Draco blanched, blushing furiously and threw another Galleon at Weasley. “For your silence!”

Ron snorted as he deftly caught the coin. “As if I’d want anyone to know….” He began to leave, “Depraved, randy git….” He muttered, snickering lightly. Shaking his head, he headed to supper, jingling the gold in his pocket.

“Yeah? Well! You-you should tell your mate it’s depraved to masturbate in public where anyone can see…. Or hear….!” Draco yelled weakly at his retreating back, holding up his wand half- heartedly, and then let it drop limply to his side.

Finally alone and everyone out of sight, Draco felt no qualms whatsoever about whipping out his swollen erection and giving it a few harsh pumps. He fumbled with his jar of lotion and immediately scrambled to take up his weeping prick once again, smoothing the cream over the throbbing head and straining shaft.

The long, thin length bobbed in his unrelenting fist. His pants slipped lower and Harry admired the alabaster skin and the smooth indentation on the side of his hip as his buttocks tightened and thrust his cock into his greased palm. The unrestrained blond roughly grabbed his balls, grunting loudly through clenched teeth.

And that was all it took. He was past ready and the recent memory of Harry doing the same thing after watching “him” and the noises he heard made the act all the more erotic. “Harry, Harry, Harry….” He panted like a sensual mantra and too soon he was spasming, moaning and spilling his seed under the tree he was propped against, keening his release into the wonders of Nature herself.

Harry slumped (thankfully still under his Invisibility Cloak) in utter bafflement against the holly tree that was supporting his dead weight. He vaguely noticed that he had his hand on his softening, spent member once again and his own, second load of the afternoon spread on the earth between his feet.

Harry barely hid a sigh. He was exhausted, but his mind was still reeling from all that had just happened, all that he had learned and all that he was feeling. There were simply too many revelations to consider at the moment: Ron selling out to those Slytherin sneaks! Those Polyjuiced pricks! (Mmmmm—‘and that juicy, juicy prick I’ve wanted for so long’ the little voice in his head unhelpfully supplied.) And, Draco wants me too….

Ohhhh god, this feels SO GOOD! Everything had turned out for the best, so he couldn’t be angry with them, not really. He just felt excited…. And happy!

He wasn’t able to bring himself to reveal his hiding place though (Gryffindor courage, HA! He convinced himself that it was just his Slytherin cunning side that needed to wait and come up with a plan). The brunet could only stand there rooted to the spot slack-jawed and entranced at seeing the normally icy pureblood in such a vulnerable, open state for the first time ever.

Coming down out of his bliss and composing himself, Draco kicked some dirt over the patch of pearly fluid he’d just released. Tucking himself into his clothes and the jar of potion safely away in his bag, he shook his hair into place and he re-transfigured what he was wearing into something entirely more Malfoy-esque.

Draco put on his best haughty expression and attempted the usual Malfoy mask of indifference. The satiated blond stepped out of the trees and strolled up the beach, nodding to each group of students that wanted to catch his favour.

He entered the Great Hall starved for whatever they were serving for dinner, feeling smug about how his mission had turned out. Entirely too joyful to be becoming of a Malfoy, he tried-- but wasn’t completely successful-- at concealing the victorious and rare, true smile that was uncontrollably gracing his lips.

Finally, after all these years, Potter would be his!

****A/N: Just a little seed that sprouted in my head one night when I couldn’t sleep so I had to jot it down. Sorry if the bodily noises during the Polyjuice transformation offends anyone, I just always thought that with all the organs and guts re-arranging themselves, there’s bound to be some impolite events going on. (But, of course, I couldn’t bring myself to have pretty-boy Draco be the one to fart! Ha-ha!) I had fun writing this one-- Hope you enjoyed it! J
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