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Every Friday night like clockwork most of the returning eighth years, and some of the of-age seventh years, from each house head into the prefect's bathroom where they have, what they told McGonagall was a meeting to discuss school issues and bond over the trials of the war. Which isn’t a total lie, they were bonding. It's just that there was a lot more music and drinking games involved.
While they are in there it doesn't matter that most of them would normally never hang out, or what part they played in the war, for these few hours they are just a group of rowdy teenagers who needed to let off steam. It’s in part because of this that Harry, and most of the others, have been able to tolerate Malfoy in a way that they never could before, and it seems that the same goes for him and his fellow Slytherins. Malfoy and his friends had even stopped referring to Hermione as a mudblood, now she’s just Granger. The only downside to all of this is that the alcohol tastes like goblin piss and the resulting hangover is a nightmare.
As Harry brought his plastic cup to his lips he steadied himself for that horrid taste but was pleasantly surprised when he found that someone managed to charm the drinks. Harry felt a pang of bittersweet sadness at how his tasted almost like the whiskey that Sirius had kept hidden under the floorboards of his bedroom.
“Oi Malfoy, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Tuning back into reality Harry began listening so he could hear whatever truth it was that Malfoy was about to spill. Considering that when the group entered this room they all swore an oath that one; keeps them from talking about anything that happens here with anyone except each other and two; everyone has to answer honestly and do whatever they are dared to do or a “chicken” dare that the group chooses, “Who was your first kiss?”
Malfoy looked like he was going to maim the poor Hufflepuff girl that asked him the question, “Theodore Nott.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth did Harry nearly choke to death on his drink from shock.
Which seemed to piss Malfoy off seeing as he practically sent a monsoon of hot water at Harry, glaring at Harry Malfoy asked, “Truth or dare Potter?”
“Dare,” Harry grinned while taking another drink. Malfoy seemed surprised that he just gave him the power to make Harry do practically anything. And if Harry wasn’t feeling the nice buzz from the alcohol, he might have regretted his decision more.
“Since you seemed so shocked by my having kissed our dear Theo, I dare you to have a full-blown make-out session with the guy that you find most attractive in this room.”
Harry honestly thought he was going to begin hyperventilating from the mix of emotions that surged through his body as he found his answer. It didn't take long until the Gryffindor felt the magical pull that would only go away after he completed the dare, “pick something else. Anything, else.”
Malfoy looked at Harry over the rim of his cup as he took a drink, “No.”
Averting his eyes from the intense gaze Harry looked at the person sitting next to Malfoy, which just so happened to be Theodore fucking Nott, who Harry had to admit was quite the looker, “I don't think you’d want me to do this if you knew who it is that you’re daring me to kiss.” Malfoy didn't even dignify Harry with a response. He just gave him that smug grin and placed his arms on the pool ledge like he didn't have a care in the world.
Finishing his drink in one gulp Harry went under the water for a moment to collect himself before coming back up and walking over to stop in front of the space between Theo and Malfoy, “Don't say I didn't warn you.”
Taking a deep breath Harry placed a knee on each side of that warm body before grabbing Malfoy by the face kissing him. And to say he seemed shocked would be an understatement. To say that everyone around them seemed shocked would be an understatement.
Pushing Harry far enough away to speak Malfoy tried to say something, “this was your stupid dare you fucking prick so if you say anything I'll rip your fucking vocal cords out with my teeth.” Without waiting for a response Harry kissed him again, and this time Malfoy wasn't in shock. This time he began to move his lips against Harry’s, and at first, it was timid, gentle. But because the idiot had to specify a full-blown make-out session that innocence didn't last long.
Harry’s hands were trembling as he slid his fingers into those damp blonde locks and ran his tongue along the pale boy’s bottom lip. Malfoy hesitated briefly before he parted his lips and allowed Harry’s tongue to cautiously invade his mouth. The moment their tongues brushed Harry couldn't stop the shiver that rushed down his spine. He had no idea that Malfoy was such a good kisser. Goddamn, Harry never wanted it to end. He never wanted the feeling of Malfoy underneath him to just become a late-night fantasy, to have the lingering taste of his mouth fade in the days to come…
But when Harry felt hands graze his legs a feeling of sheer wrongness hit him like a punch in the face and he pushed himself away. All Harry saw was a faint blush on Malfoy’s face as he got out of the water and went into the changing area to put dry clothes on, or at least that’s what he meant to do. The moment the door closed behind him a wave of overwhelming anxiety washed over Harry and he barely made it to a shower stall before he fell to his knees with a strangled sob. The freezing water now raining down on him a grounding comfort that helped bring him back to his senses.
Harry isn’t sure how long he sat under the cold spray until he heard people quickly coming in to grab their things, leaving just as fast as they entered. Harry vaguely realized that everyone had left because of the lack of loud laughter or music, the only noise now the sound of running water. Harry couldn't help but frown at how they all just left poor little Harry Potter to mope in the bathroom all by himself. Part of him wished that Ron or Hermione had come with him tonight so he had someone to vent to, but they would have asked uncomfortable questions that Harry didn’t want to answer, so he was almost glad to be completely alone.
However, he wasn’t entirely alone.
It took him a moment to realize that the water sprinkling down on him had turned warm and that there was a body sitting next to his. A body of someone he didn’t want to see right now, “come here to gloat Malfoy?”
Malfoy gave Harry an odd look as he said, “out of all the people you could have picked, you thought that I was the most attractive.”
Pulling his knees tighter against his chest Harry refused to look at Malfoy as he grumbled, “Apparently…”
“Why?”
“If you're expecting me to start spouting things to bolster your ego then you're shit out of luck, just leave me alone Malfoy.” Harry was moving to get up but was stopped by Malfoy grabbing his arm.
“I wasn't. I just don't understand why you, or anyone for that matter, would have any real interest in me like that.” With a bitter chuckle he let go of Harry’s arm, “I mean I'm, and I quote, an ugly piece of shit, with a personality to match, that not even a half-priced whore would sleep with.”
Turning his head to look at Malfoy Harry frowned, “Who said that to you?”
Sighing, he ran his finger along the mark that tainted the pale skin of his left arm, “it doesn't matter, it’s true anyway.”
Harry didn't know what came over him as he reached up and whacked Malfoy on the back of the head, “You dumb fuck. If I had believed all the things that I was called growing up then I would’ve been a raging ball of insecurity who didn't live past fifteen. If you actually think that about yourself then you're crazier than I am.”
Malfoy let out a hollow chuckle as he said, “Then I must be batshit.”
Chewing his bottom lip Harry rested his forehead on his knees, having a debate of morals inside his head. On one hand, Harry could just not say anything and let Malfoy continue to think those things, while on the other hand, Harry did have the option to tell him how wrong he was.
“Look, I will deny having ever said any of this but…” Harry had a feeling that he would probably regret saying anything, but he had already kissed Malfoy so he figured what the hell, “You're probably one of the smartest people I've ever met and are one of the strongest wizards I know. You don't take shit from anybody and even though it doesn’t seem like it just looking at you, I've seen how fiercely protective you are of your friends and that’s damn admirable. You’re not a bad person, no matter what I or anyone else has ever said. Have you made mistakes? Of course, but so have I. You are about as much a death eater as I am. And lastly, if you ever say you are ugly or unattractive again I will punch you. I mean Merlin, half the school lusts after you for heaven's sake. Plus do you really think any normal person takes cold showers after doing what we just did?”
Malfoy wasn’t saying anything, and since Harry hadn’t looked at him at all when he was speaking really had no idea what Malfoy was thinking. Not only had Harry complimented him, but he had all but admitted that just making out with the blonde had given him a boner.
Harry felt Malfoy gingerly take his arms and unwrap them from his legs before he pulled his knees away from his chest, not uttering a single syllable as he did so. At first Harry had a flash of worry that Malfoy was going to hurt him, but then all thought processing ceased as there was suddenly a whole lot of pale skin and long limbs straddling him.
“Uh, what’re- I’m very- you're in my lap.”
Slowly dragging his fingers up Harry’s arms Malfoy smirked, “keen observation skills there Potter, ten points to Gryffindor.”
Harry would have made a snarky comment back if his mind wasn’t still reeling from the current situation, “why are- what’s happening right now?”
Settling his weight Malfoy leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of Harry’s ear as he spoke, “surely you aren’t that dense Potter.” Harry’s breathing hitched as he felt Malfoy’s warm breath ghost along his neck, a shiver running through him as the blonde softly blew on his wet skin, “but do enlighten me on what you think I’m doing.”
Harry unconsciously leaned his head to the side, giving Malfoy clear access to the column of his throat, his voice turning shaky as Malfoy placed open-mouthed kisses against it, “if I didn’t know better I would thi-” the hands that had been clenched at Harry’s sides flew to grab those slim hips as Malfoy gently sucked at the juncture of his throat and collarbone, a quiet noise escaping him as he continued, “think you were seducing me.”
Harry felt Malfoy’s teeth graze his skin as he hummed, “you’re on a roll tonight Potter.”
Keeping his voice low so as to not break the tense atmosphere, Harry turned his head to face Malfoy, their noses brushing against one another from their close proximity, “why though?”
“You weren’t the only one affected by what happened back there you know. Now, are you going to keep questioning me,” if Harry hadn’t been so entranced by that piercing gaze, he would have seen the tremble to Malfoy’s hand as he reached up to cup his face, “or are you going to summon that Gryffindor courage and kiss me?”
Harry closed the distance between them and kissed Malfoy again. It didn’t have the hesitance that first kiss had before, but it was just as nervous if not more. They weren’t doing this because of some dare, and they weren’t three sheets to the wind either. It was just them, kissing. Albeit very awkwardly seeing as neither boy had closed their eyes and the eye contact was borderline uncomfortable.
Malfoy pulled away a bit and paused, his eyes flickering between Harry’s green ones, and those lush lips he wanted on every inch of his body. Malfoy shifted how he was sitting on Harry’s lap and leaned back in, both boys eyes fluttering shut as their lips connected. Soon the tension drained from their shoulders and they relaxed into the kiss. Tilting his head slightly Harry deepened the kiss, his body singing at the way Malfoy pushed forwards into it. Their lips moving against each other in a slow dance that made Harry breathless all too soon, forcing him to pull away once again.
One breath, Harry opened his eyes and saw the light blush painting Malfoy’s cheeks. Two breaths, Malfoy slowly opened his eyes and Harry’s breath caught in his chest at the glazed-over cloud in those silver orbs. In the third breath, Malfoy uttered something so quietly Harry couldn’t hear him, but he hadn’t needed to. Malfoy had said it so much that Harry had memorized the way his mouth moved as he did so, and something in Harry snapped.
Making an almost animalistic noise Harry roughly captured Malfoy’s mouth and kissed him with so much hunger that it ripped a strangled noise out of the blonde. Nothing about the way they were kissing was like before. This was a desperate clash of lips and teeth that conveyed the need each boy felt for the other.
Harry gripped Malfoy’s hips and pulled him flush against his chest, the resulting gasp allowing Harry to slip his tongue past those thin lips. The first brush of tongue caused low moans to leave both boys and served to further egg them on. Malfoy tangled his fingers in those dark curls and started rolling his body against Harry, groaning into his mouth as he felt the growing hardness beneath him.
It was clear this was turning into something more than a heavy makeout session, and Harry was now acutely aware of the numbness in his ass, and the cold tile digging into his back. And whilst part of him was ready to fuck or get fucked by Malfoy right there, he wanted to enjoy every second of it and this was not the place to do so.
Breaking the kiss Harry leaned his head on the wall to catch a breath, putting off his request when Malfoy began kissing along his jawline, sucking hard enough to leave marks on his skin. The feel of Malfoy’s teeth and tongue against his neck was making Harry’s brain fog and his words stutter as he tried to speak. He loved what Malfoy was doing, he would let the blonde cover his body in hickeys if he asked, but that’s not what he wanted right now.
“I want-” Harry let out a strangled curse as Malfoy bit into his collarbone damn near hard enough to break the skin, his next words coming out in a rush, “fucking wait a second.”
Malfoy leaned back, admiring the darkening bruises on Harry’s neck, “what.”
Harry faltered a moment as his eyes fixated on a large droplet of water rolling down Malfoys neck. He watched it glide down his chest, slowing as it caught on a rosy nipple, before rushing down his abdomen and dispersing as it hit a light trail of hair at Malfoys navel. The moment Harry saw the bulge in Malfoys swimming trunks he blurted oh so tactfully, “if you keep doing that I’m going to either end up cumming in my pants or fucking you on this dirty floor and I would very much prefer to cum inside you whilst fucking you into the sheets of your bed.”
Malfoy didn’t know if he wanted to tease Harry for his words or provoke him into some filthy dirty talk, but seeing as he wanted to get fucked just as bad as Harry wanted to fuck him he opted for an easy answer, “follow me.”
Neither boy got dressed when they stood up, they just shoved all their shit into their bags and hurried out of the prefect's bathroom. However, their, thankfully private rooms, were nearly on the other side of the castle and they were barely halfway there when Harry pushed Malfoy up against a wall and was kissing him senseless once again. Only this time, he gripped Malfoy’s plump ass and lifted to pin him against the hard stone.
Harry didn’t care that they were out in the open and that, even though it was late at night, there was a chance they could be seen by someone. He didn’t want to take his hands off the pale boy, off that glorious ass. And Malfoy didn’t want him to either, judging by the way he was moaning into Harry’s mouth. In true Gryffindor fashion, Harry threw caution to the wind and slipped his hands under Malfoy’s bottoms, kneading the smooth skin he found there.
Harry’s resolve to get Malfoy into a bed before he fucked him was slipping as his fingers brushed between Malfoys cheeks and the prim and proper Slytherin sucked in a sharp breath with a full-body shudder, moving to push against Harry’s wandering fingers. That movement against the wall though was not a pleasant one for Malfoy as the rough stone scratched roughly against his bare back.
Grimacing Malfoy loosened his legs to stand, grabbing his discarded bag before he took Harry’s wrist and started dragging him towards his room. Harry stumbling over his feet as he hurried after him.
The second they entered Malfoys room Harry had barely blinked before he was being pushed onto the bed and Malfoy was climbing on top of him, crashing their mouths together. But he had already had enough of Harry's mouth. Placing sloppy kisses down Harry’s body Malfoy briefly took a short detour to pay attention to Harry’s nipples. Sucking and biting each bud leaving Harry gasping and bucking his hips up into Malfoy. As much as Malfoy would have loved to give into that glorious friction grinding gave him, he restrained himself and continued his path down Harry's body.
Hooking his fingers under Harry’s waistband Malfoy paused and looked up, only removing the article of clothing when he received a nod from the other boy. Harry didn’t have time to be embarrassed at the way his hard cock smacked against his stomach before Malfoy leaned down and wrapped his lips around the head sucking at the sensitive skin and swirling his tongue in a way that had Harry straining his muscles so he didn’t buck into that sinful warmth. He wanted so desperately for Malfoy to move lower, to suck harder, to do more. But he didn’t. He was leisurely sucking Harry's like he hadn’t a care in the world, looking too damn smug for someone with a cock in their mouth. It wasn’t until Malfoy hummed around his cock that did Harry’s resolve crack, and not in the way he was expecting.
Harry’s spine bowed off the bed and his hands scrambled for purchase on the smooth headboard above him, “please Draco.”
Malfoy- Draco, moaned around Harry’s cock and took more of it in his mouth. Bobbing his head up and down Draco relaxed his jaw around Harry’s cock until he took a deep breath through his nose and brought his face flush against the coarse hairs below Harry’s navel, moaning around it in an echo of Harry. The vibrations running through his body like an earthquake, making Harry fall apart.
Harry didn't have the clarity to be embarrassed at how fast it took for Draco to bring him to the brink of cumming. He felt that familiar tension coil in his gut as his cock touched the back of Draco’s throat yet again, and he quickly grabbed those blonde locks to pull him off with an obscene pop. Harry didn’t give the taller boy a chance to say anything as he used wandless magic to vanish his remaining clothing and shimmy out from under him. Draco went to turn around when Harry suddenly placed a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him into the blankets.
Fumbling for his wand Harry performed percautionary charms on the both of them, a minty cool filling the air as he did so, and paused his action of using the lube charm he learned years ago, knwoing that some people didn’t like it, “uh, do you mind magic lube or?”
Draco reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a small vial before passing it to Harry, almost looking surprised at the fact that Harry had even thought to ask him about his lube preference . Harry took the container and opened it, but placed it on the bed beside him unused.
“What ar- oh fuck. ”
Draco’s words cut off with a surprised noise as Harry ran his tongue along his taint and hole, drawing a long moan from Draco as he pressed his tongue into that tight ring of muscle. Harry lapped and fucked and sucked the sensitive skin until his tongue sank in with no resistance and Draco groaned, “more.”
Not taking his mouth away from Draco, Harry blindly flung his hand in the direction of the lube, neither boy caring that it tipped over as he coated his fingers in the smooth substance. At the first press of a slicked finger moving in alongside that filthy tongue, Draco spread his thighs further and arched his back, pushing against the intrusion. Harry spent his time working Draco open from then on. He wanted to know how to have the normally stoic blonde gasping and writhing under his touch. How to make his voice crack and moans pitch. He wanted to hear Draco whine his name like it was the only thing he knew, so that’s what he did.
He stretched him open slowly, working his fingers and tongue in and out until he was three knuckles deep inside him with drool and lube running down his chin, moaning against the moist skin at the sounds Draco would let out when he would curl his fingers just so. Harry could have spent hours between those plump cheeks working at Draco until he came from this alone, hell Harry thought that he could probably cum just from making Draco like this.
It was when he let out the ludest moan Harry had ever heard that Draco grabbed Harry by the hair and pulled him away from the goddamn meal he had been having to change positions. His arms were shaking as he moved a pillow beneath his hips and pulled Harry on top of him, spreading his legs so he could lay between them, both man moaning at the brief feeling of their hard cocks rubbing together.
Harry locked eyes with Draco as he lubed up his cock and lined himself up, only beginning to push himself in after Draco gave him a curt nod. Placing a hand next to that halo of blonde hair to keep himself from falling ontop of Draco Harry paused, his cock only halfway in as he asked breathlessly, “you good?”
Draco’s nails were digging into Harry’s shoulders as he nodded frantically, “Merlin yes, keep going.”
Dropping his head into the crook of Draco's neck Harry continued pushing in until he was buried in to the hilt. Harry couldn't have held back the moan at the feeling if he had tried. Draco was so warm and tight and “so good.”
Harry felt the moan vibrate through Draco before he heard it, “fuck Harry, move.”
Leaning up, Harry slowly pulled out until only the tip was inside Draco, his eyes never leaving the pale boy's face as he snapped his hips forward. This slow then quick pace was, while still fucking amazing, not enough for Draco and Harry could tell. He had spent years watching this man's face and he could read those expressions like a book. Taking Draco’s ankles Harry draped them over his shoulders and leaned down, basically folding the man in half, before pulling out and slamming back into him, dragging a choked moan out of the man beneath him.
The nails digging into Harry’s side were leaving bright red marks as Draco scratched at his skin in a borderline painful way, but Harry reveled in it. He reveled in everything Draco was doing; the moans and whimpers, the strangled curses and the “oh fuck right there,” the way he clenched and rocked his hips back to meet Harry’s thrusts was heavenly. It was all causing Harry's orgasm to build rapidly, but he would be damned if he came before Draco. He was so close to cumming it was torture to hold it off, and what he did next only made it harder for himself.
Draco went to grasp his weeping cock to work himself over that edge, but Harry grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head, speaking in a voice much too smooth for their current situation, “you are going to cum from my cock and nothing else.”
Draco moaned and strained against Harry’s hold as he tried to speak in a firm voice, his words coming out in more of a breathless whine, “I can’t.”
Intertwining their fingers Harry nodded his head, “yes you can.”
Draco was shaking under Harry as his moans pitched an octave, “I don't think- I’ve never-”
“Don’t think Draco, just let go,” angling his hips to hit Draco’s prostate with every thrust, Harry groaned against that sleek collarbone as he dropped his head down once again. His voice now going directly into Draco’s ear as he breathed, "fuck you feel go good."
Draco let out a whine and his body shuddered at Harry's words, a surge of heat shooting through Harry's veins at his realization, "you look gorgeous like this Draco, so pretty." Harry was entranced by the reactions Draco was having to his words, his praise, "you take me so well, better than anyone else ever could," Draco was now panting and writhing beneath Harry, "and the way you sound-" Harry let out a moan of his own at the noise Draco let out, "fucking perfect."
Harry felt Draco tighten around his cock as his body began locking up, his voice tinged with a hint of panic as he moaned, “I- Harry. ”
“I’ve got you Dray,” kissing at Draco’s throat Harry moaned as he struggled to keep his own orgasm at bay, the unrestrained sounds Draco was making were like a sinful siren call coaxing him to orgasm. He was hanging on by a thread as he pulled back to look at Draco as he demanded softly, “cum for me.”
For a moment Draco’s entire body went rigid and he fell completely silent, before his eyes rolled back and his jaw fell open; his whole face twisting into the most beautiful expression Harry had ever seen as he arched off the mattress with a cry of Harry’s name and came all over his chest, totally untouched. The way Draco was desperately clenching on Harry's cock as he trembled through his climax caused Harry to empty inside him with a cry of his name not two thrusts later.
Harry's arm buckled a moment later and he collapsed on Draco, not caring about the thin sheen of sweat covering both of them, or the puddle of cum on Draco's stomach. He was sated in the best way possible and felt more relaxed than he had in years and he simply couldn't be bothered. Draco, on the other hand, was very much bothered at the weight crushing him.
His arm felt like it was filled with lead as he halfheartedly wacked Harry, “you’re heavy.”
Harry rolled off Draco, and for several minutes after that, neither boy moved or said anything. They just laid next to each other breathing in silence, arms brushing lightly as they idly toyed with the other's fingers. It wasn’t awkward or tense. It was nice. It felt more right to Harry than anything else in his life ever had.
Terrified he was about to royally screw everything up, Harry turned his head to the side and said gently, “we should do that again sometime.”
Draco didn’t respond right away. He stayed as he was; eyes closed with a soft smile gracing his features. And in that pause, Harry’s mind raced with the thoughts of rejection and what insults were about to be thrown at him for merely suggesting the idea they do this again. But that wasn’t what came. Instead, Draco intertwined their fingers and sighed, “yeah.”
Harry wordlessly performed a light cleaning charm over them both and the bed as he flung himself over Draco, crushing their hands between them, “really?”
“Yes really,” magicing the lights off Draco tugged his hand from Harry’s grasp and maneuvered them so they were lying on their sides facing each other, Draco burying himself in Harry’s chest as he pulled the blankets over them, “now shut up and let me sleep or I’ll hex your balls so hard you won’t even be able to get it up for there to be a next time.”
Harry laughed, “alright, no more talking.”
Harry shifted to wrap himself more comfortably around Draco, pulling him tight against his chest he whispered against those messy blonde locks, “goodnight Draco.”
Harry felt the tension in Draco’s body leak away as he melted into Harry’s hold, his voice tired as he said back, “goodnight Harry.”