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"Well, well. If it isn't Scarhead. What are you doing out here, Potter? Shouldn't you be in the hall with Granger and Weasel? Or have they finally had enough of you and run off together?" Draco taunted, stopping Harry down the corridor. Harry's eyes darkened as Draco's smirk widened. His smug features fuelled Harry's anger. Harry's jaw tensed and his fingers curled into fists at his sides.
"Leave me alone Malfoy." Harry seethed through clenched teeth. His jaw tensed and temple throbbed, deep lines etching across his brow. Draco let out a small chortle at Harrys irritation, enjoying his reaction.
"What's wrong, Potter? Don't tell me that they actually left you? I guess they came to their senses and saw how pathetic you really are. Famous Potter with no friends." Draco teased. Harry's lip twitched and his eyebrows knitted together.
"Says the one who only has snobs as 'friends'. If you weren't a Malfoy, they wouldn't even bat an eyelash your way. I'm pretty sure your father pays them just to talk to you." Harry responded. Draco's smirk disappeared and his features mirrored Harry's angry expression. Draco crossed the remaining space between the two and he yanked on Harry's shirt collar pulling him in close to his face. He eyes bore deep into Harry's green ones.
"How DARE you speak to me like that! Don't you DARE talk about my father!" Draco spat, glaring daggers at Harry. "You better watch that mouth of yours unless you want to be reported to Professor Umbridge. I hear she gives brutal punishments. And I won't hesitate to get you in trouble just to see you get put in your place." His knuckles had turned white as he continued to grip Harry's collar. Harry unfurled his fists and grabbed Draco's arm clutching his shirt. Draco raised an eyebrow before gasping out a breath in surprise as he was slammed against the hard brick wall. Harry held Draco's arms against the wall and positioned his knee between Draco's legs.
"The only one who needs to be put in their place is you, Malfoy." Harry dragged his knee against Draco's groin, gradually applying pressure, bobbing it up and down. He leaned in close, his body pressed against Draco's. Harry tilted his head skimming Draco's neck with his teeth.
"What do you think you're doing?! Get off me now-Ah!" Draco began to protest but Harry's teeth biting down had cut his sentence short. A groan had slipped through his lips instead. Draco's body began to heat up, a blush forming along his cheeks and neck and his blood rushing through his veins. His pants began to tighten. Draco twisted in Harry's grip, wiggling about to somehow pry him off but Harry bit down harder making Draco wince. Harry's knee grinded harder against him and a angry groan tore through him. "Wait until my father hears about this! He'll-" Harry cut Draco off again. "He'll what? Would you really tell your father about this? Or anyone else? That I pinned you against a wall and made you hard?" Harry scoffed. "I don't think anyone would believe you." Harry finished. Draco narrowed his eyes as he realised how awkward it would be to mention this to anyone especially his father. Harry chuckled darkly. His lips moved to whisper into Draco's ear. "Even if they do believe you, I wonder what they would think about you afterwards. And since I know you won't say anything, I can do whatever I want with you."
Draco clenched his teeth. The urge to hit Harry was growing. He knew he couldn't tell anyone, his reputation would crumble if he did. Harry smirked knowing he was right. But he'd be damned if he was going to put up with Harry's bullshit. Draco growled at him. His lips parted.
"You bastar-!" Harry smashed his lips against Draco's, bruising them with the force. Harry moved a hand to grip Draco's jaw holding him in place. Draco tried to pull away but surprisingly Harry had a tight hold. Draco's trousers buldged around his firm dick, tighting as it pulsed. Harry trailed his other hand down from Draco's arm to cup his buldge, rubbing and fondling the muscle through his trousers. Draco twitched. The pleasure shot through him, adrenaline following it. As much as he wished to hate it, Draco found himself grinding against Harry's palm. A shudder ran through him. A moan left his lips. His eyes closed. Just as Draco was starting to lose himself against Harry's ministrations, Harry removed his lips and hands from Draco's body and stepped away. Draco lifted his eyes fogged with lust. "You should probably take care of that. I suggest you go to the nearest toilets. Dinner is almost over." Harry smirked at him in satisfaction. He turned around and walked off towards the Great Hall. Draco's eyes followed Harry until he was left alone. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes leaning his head against the wall. He ran a hand through his hair and reopened his eyes. His body was still hot and his erection was prominent. Draco ripped himself from the wall heading to the nearest toilets.
Draco slammed the door behind him, rushing over to the sink and turning the faucet on. Cupping the water in his hands, he splashed it over his burning face cooling himself down. The water helped his temperature lower but he became more aware of the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.
He snarled as his hands crashed down onto the sink.
"Damnit! That bastard!" He glanced at himself in the mirror before turning to the stalls and walking into one, locking the door behind him. He unbuckled his belt followed by his trousers and pushed them down, pooling around his ankles. He tugged at the hem of his boxers and slid them down joining the clothing at his feet. His dick stood high and stiff, the tip red and puffy. He took ahold of his shaft, a shudder running through him, and began pumping. His other hand leaned against the brick wall keeping him steady. His pace began to pick up as he thrusted into his palm. His body shook, adrenaline coursing through him as his fingers pumped harder grazing over his tip. His breathing rattled. Sweat started to build up between his palm glazing his dick. His body twitched.
"Ah-Fuc-Shit!" Ropes of semen shot out onto his open palm coating it in the sticky residue. He panted hard and took in shaky breaths. He bent over, leaning his head against the wall to rest.
Even though it had been a few days after their encounter, Draco couldn't stop thinking about it. It bothered him day and night. He was pissed at Harry for what he did. He had humiliated him. But he also had turned him on. That's what confused him the most. He hated Harry. Right? They were enemies. But what Harry did to him felt good. Amazing, even. He continued to survey the corridor, keeping an eye out for anyone who shouldn't be out past curfew. Professor Umbridge had hired a few students (Slytherins) to help keep surveillance at night for any rule breakers and each student would earn house points for their cooperation. Draco was surveilling the 7th floor tonight. It was pretty boring to be honest. It was quiet and the only interaction Draco had had was with Peeves. And that was harrowing enough. As he walked down the hallway, a slight rumbling noise flowed through the air. Draco whipped out his wand glancing around looking for the source of the noise. Two huge oak doors appeared on the wall across from him. He drew his brow in confusion. That's never happened before or at least he had never seen that happen before. Wand raised, he slowly stalked towards the doors, each step cautious. Just as he neared them, the door opened and a dark figure stood before him. Draco drew his wand high ready to strike however stopped once he saw who it was.
"Potter?" Draco questioned, lowering his wand.
Harry glared at him. "What now, Malfoy? Following me again?" He grumbled, staring Draco in the eyes.
"I have better things to do than follow you around. I'm on duty right now and I'm sure Professor Umbridge will be pleased I caught someone. Especially you." Draco boasted, smirking at Harry.
"Well then, I hope you enjoy being scolded when you turn up empty handed." Harry remarked as he strolled past Draco, hands in his pockets. Just as Harry past Draco, a hand grabbed ahold of his fore arm keeping a firm grip. Harry glared at Draco and tried to tug his arm back to no avail. "Let go!" He growled through clenched teeth.
"Why did you do it?" Draco found himself asking.
"Do what?!" Harry grunted.
"The other day. In the corridor. Why did you do that?!" Draco began to grow agitated. Harry began to open his mouth ready to answer when suddenly he turned his head away from Draco and looked down the corridor. A voice had caught his attention. It was becoming louder. Closer. Not thinking twice, Harry gripped Draco's arm and tugged him towards the Room of Requirement. The door closed behind them with a quiet click. Draco tore his arm away from him.
"Tell me! Now!" Draco folded his arms across his chest.
"I wanted to shut you up. You were being cocky and your ego was pissing me off, so I decided to do something about it for once." Harry admitted. He held his head up high.
"And that's how you chose to handle the situation?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Draco seethed. His jaw ticked.
"Well, it was better than having a duel. Why are you so angry about it? If I remember correctly, you seemed to have enjoyed it." Draco went to respond however Harry quickly interrupted him.
"And don't try to deny it. I felt how hard you were." A chuckle escaped his lips. A snarl let loose from Draco's mouth. He was right. Draco did enjoy it. His mind was telling him he hated it but his body was eager to do it again.
"That doesn't matter." A moment of silence passed over them. Draco took a breath and averted his eyes from Harry.
"Could-couldn't you have at least finished what you started? Instead of just walking off and leaving me to sort myself out? I felt like a fool running around the castle with a boner." Draco expressed, shaking his head as he added a light hearted joke at the end, trying to ease the awkwardness he was feeling. Draco eyes slowly shifted up to Harry's. Harry let out a light scoff. His shoes clicked along the stone floor as he glided over to Draco. He stopped a few centimetres away from his body.
"Well, since we're alone now, why don't I finish off what I started then." He whispered. A hand pulled at Draco's neck, yanking him forward into Harry's body. Their lips collided together. Harry threaded his fingers through Draco's blonde locks while his other hand held onto his shirt.
At first, Draco was hesitant but he slowly moved his lips against Harry's, his eyelids fluttered shut. Pleasure flowed through his body as his lips tingled. His body grew excited. A bulge hit against Harry's knee and he smirked between the kiss. Harry licked Draco's bottom lip asking for entrance and reluctantly Draco let him access it. His tounge delved in exploring the inside of Draco's mouth. The kiss grew heated fast. Draco grabbed onto Harry's shirt and gripped it tight. His full attention was so focused on Harry that he didn't feel their feet moving until he slammed against the wall. Harry pulled his lips away, his breath hot as it fanned across Draco's face. Draco gasped as a firm hand palmed his dick. He arched his back. Harry nuzzled in the crook of Draco's neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh until it turned red raw. Moans fell past Draco's lips followed by shaky breaths.
"Fuck." Draco groaned out his voice laced with lust.
"Does it feel good?" Harry questioned, licking his earlobe. Draco nodded his head in response. "I can make it feel even better." Harry voiced seductively. Draco glanced at Harry before his body shuddered and strangled gasps left his lips. Harry slid his hand along Draco's needy shaft, lightly tracing it with his fingertips. His thumb brushed over the head, collecting the beads of pre-cum hanging there. The white substance helped to wet Harry's hand making it easier to glide up and down Draco's dick. Draco's knees locked in place as Harry continued his hand job. His pace was steady picking up speed a little while later and slowing down again to tease him.
"Stop-stop it! I need to cum-AH-ah!" Draco growled not enjoying being teased. Harry chuckled
"You want to cum? Beg for it." Draco looked at Harry with hooded eyes. He wanted to cum so bad but he was embarrassed that he had to beg to reach his release. Draco's head flopped onto Harry's shoulder. "Please." Draco mumbled into Harry's shoulder hoping that was enough to satisfy him. His cheeks darkening from the embarrassment of having to plea.
"What? I didn't hear you." Harry's chest rumbled as he spoke. Draco scrunched his nose and fisted Harry's shirt in his hand. Draco ripped his head from Harry's shoulder and looked at him.
"Please-Please, let me cum!" Draco begged, irritation dripped from his voice. Harry smirked, rubbing his hand faster stimulating Draco's upcoming orgasm. Harry pushed his lips back on Draco's, swallowing the moans that he emitted. Draco jerked forward, thrusting his hips into Harry's hand eager to break the knot settling in his stomach. The tension that had built up in his body snapped. Draco's hips locked in place while Harry kept pumping his fist. A loud moan tore through Draco's vocals as his cum splattered against Harry's hand. He panted hard, struggling to regain his breath.
His body collapsed back against the wall, his knees buckled. His heart continued racing, pounding against his ribcage. He tried to even out his breathing.
"Hopefully that made up for the other day." Harry remarked while wiping his hands on his pants. Draco looked up at him, a smirk toying at his lips. He chuckled at Harry's sly response.
"For now. Maybe if we do this again I might forgive you." Draco teased. Harry playfully rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure that can be arranged. Why don't you meet me back here tomorrow night? Since you're so eager." Harry awaited Draco's answer.
"Fine. But don't think that you will make me beg again." Draco declared, fixing his clothing and hair before crossing to the door. Harry chortled.
"No promises." Harry argued back, watching Draco open the door slowly. Draco checked the corridor for anyone lurking about but the coast was clear. Draco scoffed at Harry's statement and glanced one last time at Harry. Harry wiggled his eyebrows at him and winked.
"See you tomorrow." Harry stated as Draco began to close the door.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. What is this place?" Draco questioned, glancing around the room intrigued.
"The Room of Requirement. It appears to people who need it most. Although the room changes depending on the person's needs." Harry answered.
"Hm, maybe it will change to a bedroom tomorrow then." Draco joked before shutting the door, staring at the wood where Harry's face had once been. Hesitantly, he turned away from the wooden doors, and travelled down the remaining hallway to the stairs. He stopped just before he turned the corner, looking back at the wall that once held the oak doors. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, amused. Tonight had been very unexpected, but Draco enjoyed it. Every bit of it. He thought of the way Harry had touched him, how amazing it felt. Hopefully, tomorrow will feel just as amazing.