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Harry did not know how he’d got this drunk. Or got pulled into this game of spin the bottle. He just knew the world was fuzzy, and he didn’t seem to care. He was sitting in the Ravenclaw common room with only a vague notion of how he’d got there. Ron was on the other side of the room playing some sort of drinking game of wizard’s chest and roaring at the top of his lungs. Hermione was sitting next to Harry laughing her head off.
It was a mix of houses. A real one. Harry looked around and thought it was rather wonderful. Even if there was the blonde Slytherin sitting across from him smirking. Twat.
“Malfoy!” one of the Ravenclaw’s Harry didn’t recognise said as it landed on him. “You have to…” she picked up the card from the deck. ‘Kiss for five minutes…”
The group erupted into giggles as she leant forward to spin it again. Harry was only half paying attention to who was about to have to snog the Slytherin brat and was watching Ron doing a victory dance on the other side of the room.
It was only when he realised the circle had gone quiet and looked down at the bottle when he realised it was pointed at him.
He groaned and his cheeks-tinged pink. The group were looking between them in delight.
Eventually Malfoy shrugged, smirked, took a gulp of his drink, and walked across the circle. Someone squealed.
Harry was too proud to back down. He gulped, steeled himself and looked up to meet Malfoy’s eyes.
Shit.
Malfoy was straddling his lap before Harry could object. Harry barely had time to register his weight and roll his eyes at Malfoy obviously showing off for attention when his hand grabbed a fist full off hair and he kissed him.
Malfoy kissed him hard and slow, pinning Harry against the side of one of the sofas with his weight, holding him tight with his hand and his thighs. He had clearly done this before. A lot.
Shit. Harry didn’t know what else to do but follow Malfoy’s lead and let him continue with his slow kisses. He couldn’t hear what was going on in the room anymore. It sounded like white noise. The ground was falling away beneath him. Malfoy’s tongue slid against his and God if it wasn’t the best thing he’d ever felt. Malfoy ground his hips into Harry’s. No. That was the best thing he’d ever felt. Harry responded, pushing back, and pulling him down onto him. Harry was hard. His cock throbbed in his trousers. His cheeks were burning red but there was nothing he could do to stop pulling Draco closer. He felt Draco’s hard cock on his thigh and felt a bit better about the situation.
Their kiss became faster, more heated, till Harry was panting into Draco’s mouth as they frotted against each other. There was no other word for it. Draco pushed Harry down onto the floor and climbed fully on top of him and resumed the onslaught of Harry’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned, Malfoy’s body weight fully against his own was too much. He flipped Malfoy onto his back and Malfoy wrapped his legs round Harry’s waist, clamping them tight around him.
An alarm went off and Harry froze, suddenly remembering where the hell they were.
He opened his eyes and saw Malfoy looking back at him. He looked surprised, but it wasn’t the same looks of horror that he was sure was on his face.
The room came back to him, throbbing music, the shrieking, the laughing, the drink. He pushed back up of Malfoy quickly and resumed his place in the circle taking a generous drink of his beer.
He chanced a look at Hermione. She looked delighted and scandalised all at the same time. Harry was hyperaware of Malfoy’s every movement as he walked back to his place in the circle and sat back down. He looked utterly dishevelled. He smirked at Blaize sat next to him and took another swing of his drink.
“I’ll be right back,” he shouted over the music into Hermione’s ear. “Toilet.”
She nodded with a knowing look on her face.
He picked up his beer, swigging it as he tried to remember where the toilets were in here. He couldn’t remember. He needed air. He gulped in the fresh air as he walked out onto the turret, breathing it out slowly and trying to settle his whirring mind.
Draco. Fucking. Malfoy. He groaned. Had the last of his drink and leant on the wall, looking down out over the forest and the stars twinkling in the sky.
“You’re not gonna jump, are you, Potter?” he froze at the sound of Malfoy’s voice behind him. “Wasn’t that bad, was it?”
He turned found himself speechless as Malfoy walked towards him.
“Needed some air.” He said weakly.
He wished he had a witty retort, or a way to tell Malfoy to just piss off, but his brain seemed to have wandered off with one of the beers he’d drank.
Malfoy smirked at him, and Harry’s stomach flipped. Oh shit.
Malfoy walked towards him and didn’t stop till he had Harry pushed fully against the brick wall of the tower.
Harry tried to breathe. To do something sensible.
“I don’t know about you, Potter,” Malfoy whispered in his ear. “But I rather liked that. What about you?”
Harry couldn’t talk.
“Uh…”
“I think I’d rather like to have a go on this,” Malfoy palmed Harry’s hard cock through his robes.
Harry was so in over his head he could only gasp as Malfoy grabbed his cock.
“But…” Harry managed.
“But what?”
“You hate me. I hate you.”
“I’m not asking you out, Potter. I was proposing a long hard fuck out here in this lovely summer evening.”
“Here?”
“I mean,” Draco stroked Harry’s cock through his trousers. “I’m up for anywhere really.”
Harry stared, speechless.
“Why don’t I give you a little while to think about it?”
Harry watched in horror as Draco dropped to his knees in front of him and pulled out his cock. Harry squirmed and gasped at the cool air on his sensitive skin. Harry barely had time to register what Draco was about to do before he slid his lips down his cock.
Harry groaned. No one had even touched his cock before and now. The heat, the suction, utter bliss.
“Oh my god,” he desperately clawed around with his hands for something to hold onto but only found Draco’s shoulders. He leant back on the wall and let himself drop into the blissful head of Draco’s mouth.
“Oh fuck. Fuck Draco that’s good.”
This seemed to spur Draco on, and he moved his head faster. Harry’s legs shook with the effort of keeping him upright.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh…” He knew he was going to come soon. It was inevitable. This was the best damn thing he’d ever felt in his life.
Draco pulled back with a pop of his lips and stood back up. He kissed him again and Harry kissed him back eagerly, groaning as he felt Draco stroking their hard cocks together.
It surpassed everything. Every wet dream, every fantasy, every night spent pumping his cock with the curtains round. Harry couldn’t even compare the two in his head. The heat of Draco, the weight of him as he pushed against him. He shuddered.
“Think you’re up to fucking me Potter?”
“No,” Harry blurted and groaned at himself. “I mean I…” Harry stumbled. He could not think with Draco’s hand on his dick.
“It’s alright, Potter. I know what I’m doing.”
“How?!” Harry found himself blurting again. “We’re only 17!”
Draco laughed loud at this.
“Oh Potter. I guess I was just a little younger that you when I discovered how much I liked bouncing up and down on Blaize’s cock.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open. Sexually active Slytherins. He started to wonder if he was the only one. God. Were Ron and Hermione… he shuddered and dismissed the thought before it killed his erection completely.
Draco flicked his wand at the door to the turret, it locked, and Harry felt wards spring up around them.
Was he really going to do this?
Draco kissed him again and Harry had an awful feeling he would do just about anything he wanted.
Draco undid his trousers and let them drop to the floor with his pants. Harry pulled Draco back towards him, groaning at the feel of their naked thighs and cocks together. He wanted more of Draco’s skin.
He pulled off his robes, his top, his hands flying over the Slytherin as they kissed. Draco ripped open his shirt and ran his hands over his chest. He grabbed Draco’s arse and pulled him tight towards him as Draco pumped their cocks together.
“Want some of that Potter?” Draco said in his ear.
“I want all of it.” Harry heard himself slur and cringed. Willing himself to sober up. He never wanted to forget this. Not ever.
“Lie down on your back.”
Harry lay down on the cold stone. Draco crawled on top of him, and he needed to be inside him more than he’d ever needed anything in his life.
“Do we need protection?”
“I got it.” Draco flicked his wand again and Harry’s cock tingled. “Get your fingers in me.”
Harry took a deep breath and ran his hand down Draco’s back and in between his arse cheeks.
Draco moaned in his ear and jutted his hips against Harry before Harry had even pushed his fingers inside. Harry shuddered.
He pushed. Draco was slick, hot, and tight.
“Yes,” Draco hissed in his ear. He kissed and nipped at Harry’s neck as Harry did what he thought he was supposed to do. “Ah there. There Potter.”
Harry pushed another finger inside and moved his fingers faster.
Draco squealed in his ear.
“Yes! Oh, fuck Potter. Harder.”
Harry was trying not to shake underneath him. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life and struggling to catch his breath.
Draco moaned low in his ear and Harry groaned.
“Fuck Draco. That’s so hot.”
“Yeah?”
“You are just…”
Draco pulled on his ear with his teeth.
“Ready to be fucked? Yes, definitely.”
Harry pulled back his slick fingers. He felt like he should say something. Anything.
Draco took Harry’s hard cock and pushed himself down on it.
“Fuck!” Harry yelled. Tight, insanely hot heat.
He’d expected at least Draco would go slow. Wrong again.
Draco had the biggest grin on his face as he let his weight drop.
“Oh yesss Potter that’s good. So good.”
Harry’s hips jerked without him meaning to and Draco gasped.
“What do you think Potter? You like it?” Draco rocked back and forth on his cock and Harry swore he nearly blacked out.
“Fuck. Oh fuck.”
Draco smirked at him.
“Cos I like your cock. I like it a lotttt.”
“You feel. Insane.” Harry managed.
Draco grinned, put his hands on Harry’s shoulder and started to fuck himself on Harry’s cock.
“Oh hell.” Harry grabbed at the stone floor with his nails, desperate for something to hold on to. He switched for Draco’s hips, noticing that if he pulled Draco down at a particular angle Draco’s breath hitched. And it felt fucking incredible.
“Yesss… hard Potter, pull me down hard.”
Harry did as instructed and Draco cried out loud. Harry realised he wanted that sound almost as much as he wanted the tight heat around his cock. He did it again and again then flipped Draco onto his back.
“You sure you haven’t done this before, Potter?”
Harry shook his head.
“I just… I want.” He gave up trying to vocalise what he meant and went to push back inside him.
“Wait.”
Draco shuffled underneath him and put his ankles on his shoulders.
“Go for it.”
Harry did. Draco groaned loud.
“Yessss Potter.”
Every time Draco moaned Harry’s hips flicked forward of their own accord. Draco moaned. The cycle built until Harry was fucking Draco hard, drowning in the heat around his cock and Draco’s moans in his ear.
“Harder. Come on. Claim me.”
Harry fucked him harder and groaned, coming perilously close to orgasm.
“I’m close are you…”
“Yeah do it, come inside me Potter, fill me.”
Harry let himself go. He fucked Draco erratically as his body took what it wanted. Draco’s arse clenched hard around his cock and that was all it took. He cried out loud, pounding into Draco’s arse, burying his head in his neck, coming what seemed endlessly, shuddering and twitching as he came.
“Fuck! Potter touch me.”
Harry pumped Draco’s cock and groaned as Draco came hard in his hand, swearing and squeezing round his cock, sending aftershocks shudder through Harry’s body.
“Hell fucking yes.” Draco panted as he got his breath back. “You astound me, Potter.”
Harry collapsed on top of him.
“You speechless?”
“Yes. Fuck. That was.”
Draco grinned at him and waved his wand, cleaning them both up. He kissed Harry again and Harry kissed him back, still stunned, groaning inwardly at the warm feeling spreading through him as Draco wrapped his arms and legs around him.
“I…” Harry started.
“Don’t talk, Potter.”