Undefined

Chapter 31

Foreplay as Executed by Harry Potter

"Now I know your secret fetish," Harry said in detention that evening. "Snape starkers."

"Shut it," Draco said, scratching his tired eyes.

"It's never going to get old," Harry said, leaning closer to the parchment.

"So I've gathered," said Draco.

His classmates wasted no time taunting him following Transfiguration, whispering innuendos and wondering aloud exactly which of Snape's body parts Draco liked best.

"Do you think about him when we shag?" Harry asked, unable to hide his smile.

"It's your fault that happened," Draco said irritably.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, sitting there sucking the end of your glasses right in front of me," Draco said, glancing over his shoulder.

"How exactly is that erotic?"

"In case you haven't noticed, it's been ages since we've shagged."

"I've noticed," Harry said, still writing. "But what got you all out of sorts?"

"Ron," Draco said, throwing a stack of parchment on the floor.

"Ron?" Harry said, surprised.

"It's not like that, you wanker! I was giving him advice because he called Hermione frigid last night."

"Ron called her frigid?" Harry asked, clearly learning about it for the first time.

"Yes," Draco said. "Stupid git doesn't understand the amount of stress she's under."

"Everyone knows how Hermione is," Harry said.

"Anyway, I was explaining foreplay to him, and he actually thought it referred to golf," Draco said, suppressing a laugh.

"Please say you're joking," Harry said, looking up.

"No; I'm dead serious," Draco said, biting his lip.

Harry rolled his eyes. "So, what did you tell him?"

"I just explained how to prepare her for it," Draco said. "Can you imagine poor Hermione? I can see Ron now, just laying her down and jamming it in."

"Stop," Harry said, laughing slightly.

"Seriously," Draco said, unable to control his laughter. "Here it comes, Hermione, ready or not!'"

"Shut up!" Harry said, laughing aloud.

They grew silent as soon as they heard Snape's footsteps.

"So, what did you tell Ron?" Harry asked lowly, once Snape's footsteps died away completely.

"I just explained how to tease her and get her ready for it."

"Like, how to touch her?" Harry said, shifting closer and pressing his leg against Draco's.

"Yes."

"And how to tell her exactly what he wants to do to her?"

"Yes," Draco said, eyeing Harry suspiciously.

Harry threw his quill on the desk, leant back, stretched and pulled off his glasses and twirled them about. Draco glared as Harry slipped the end of his glasses into his mouth and began sucking. Just then, Snape's footsteps clicked down the corridor once again.

"Very funny," Draco said, a shiver running down his spine and a sensation stirring he had no desire to feel at that moment.

"Yeah," Harry said, pulling the end of his glasses innocently in and out of his mouth and running his other hand through his hair briefly. "I think so."

"Stop it," Draco growled, feeling Harry's knee knead his thigh.

"Is this what you taught Ron?"

"Put your fucking specs back on, Potter," Draco hissed, trousers straining.

"Make me, Malfoy," Harry said.

"No talking!" Snape barked as his office door slammed.

Harry looked at Draco triumphantly. "So, the slimy git has slammed his door," he said, pushing his glasses back on and resting his hands on top of his head. "How fortunate."

"Very," Draco said, scooting closer but not daring to touch Harry.

"He can't hear us," Harry said, picking up his quill and pulling a clean piece of parchment from the stack. "We could do anything."

"No, we couldn't," Draco said firmly.

"Yes, we could," Harry said, grinning. "I could give you a hand job right now, and he wouldn't have any idea."

"Shut up," Draco said, sweat forming on his brow.

"He would never know if I just unzipped your trousers and stuck my hand in," Harry said casually, as though he were spouting off potions ingredients, "and starting wanking you until you opened your legs and thrust harder and harder--"

"I said, shut up," Draco hissed, his trousers now painfully tight.

"Are you thinking about Snape starkers?" Harry whispered, leaning very close.

Draco turned, noticing how very near Harry was. "No. I'm thinking of you sliding under this table and sucking me off, if you must know."

"Interesting," Harry said.

Snape's office door banged open, causing them to jump.

"Dismissed," he barked as he glided by.

***

Draco slammed Harry hard against the wall of a deserted corridor, all tenderness and care absent from the brutal kiss.

"Not...not here!" Harry breathed as Draco moved to unfasten Harry's trousers.

"Scared?" Draco said, smiling.

"You're mental if you think we can do this here!"

"Maybe," Draco said, kissing Harry along his jaw, "or maybe I don't care who sees."

"Maybe you want to be seen is more like it."

"Maybe," Draco said, groaning loudly when his swollen crotch made contact with Harry's leg.

"Sod it," Harry said, leading him into an empty classroom.

Draco kicked the door closed with his foot and tore at Harry's robes.

"So uncivilized," Harry murmured as Draco quickly unfastened his trousers.

With a tug, he pulled them down and pushed Harry onto his stomach, not apologizing or trying to be gentle. Draco unzipped his own trousers and nearly climaxed at his own touch. After several moments of preparation, he pounded into Harry, the sensation so erotic he felt his entire body tingle. If it did hurt, Harry gave no indication; he merely grabbed the sides of the desk and slammed against Draco with all his might, begging him to never stop, ever. Draco came too quickly, but considering his amount of pent-up frustration, he felt he held off impressively. He shifted, aware his hand still clenched a fistful of dark hair when Harry moved his head.

"Harry?"

"What?" His voice was muffled, as his head was flat against the desk.

"You OK?"

"'Course."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No."

"I'm sorry I just sort of..." Draco began.

"Tackled me?" Harry said, resting the side of his face on his arm.

"Yes."

"S'ok." Harry sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

"Are you tired?"

"I'm always tired."

Draco fiddled with the folds of Harry's shirt, feeling his breath level out. Finally, after several moments, he pushed himself up with his arms and pulled out of Harry.

"I was comfortable," Harry said.

"Come on," Draco said, zipping his trousers and grabbing his robes.

He looked both ways down the corridor before exiting the classroom. Too tired to wander four floors up, he led Harry down to the dungeons, kicking the wall and instantly collapsing on the floor of the Rendezvous Room. Harry settled next to him, using his robes as a pillow and looking out the grimy window at the moon.

"What're you thinking about?" Draco asked absentmindedly.

"Nothing."

"I confronted Avery."

"I know," Harry said. "Dumbledore told me."

"When?"

"Before lessons this morning."

"Did he tell you about--"

"The prophecy?" Harry finished. "Yeah, I know all about that."

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and'?" Harry snapped, his gaze meeting Draco's.

"What do you think?"

"Don't have much of a choice in the matter, do I? Can't exactly have an opinion, can I?" Harry snapped.

"No," Draco said, wishing he'd never asked. "What about Occlumency?"

Harry laughed derisively. "What about Occlumency?"

"Is Dumbledore giving you lessons?"

"He is tonight."

Draco heaved a sigh of relief. "Good."

"Hermione was going spare at dinner; she seemed to think I'd die any moment if I didn't master Occlumency."

"She has a point."

"Can't we let this go?"

"No," Draco said.

"Why?"

"Because you're a stubborn little berk and you don't understand the seriousness of what you're up against."

Harry flew up and Draco realized he'd hit a nerve.

"Please enlighten me on the severity of what I'm up against," said Harry through gritted teeth, "because I am at a loss."

"He'll use you, you moron! He can get into your mind and manipulate your thoughts. Everyone knows you have a hero complex!"

Harry folded his arms and seemed to emit fire from his eyes. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me!" Draco said, sitting up as well. "He'll use someone you care about against you!"

Harry said nothing.

"Look, it's not a bad thing, it's just a weakness," Draco said, feeling as though he were shoving his foot farther and farther down his throat given the look on Harry's face.

"I'm not weak!"

"I didn't mean it that way," Draco said, feeling more and more frustrated. Harry stopped and gave him a well-what-did-you-mean-then look. "Look, the Dark Lord's a master at exploitation. He's already in your head so chances are he knows who means the most to you and he'll use that person to get to you!"

Draco felt the color drain from his face and covered his face with his hands, feeling infinitely stupid. Of course Dumbledore knows about us, he thought, and Snape and anyone else for that matter. He was amazed that he'd actually thought no one knew; surely his parents knew but why hadn't they said anything?

"...VERY WELL CAN'T HELP THAT, CAN I?" Harry screamed.

"What?" Draco said, moving his hands from his face.

"You weren't even listening?" Harry said, sounding highly affronted.

"No, look," Draco said, reaching for him, "just forget it. I'm sorry I said anything; please just calm down."

"No," said Harry defiantly. "And what is so funny?"

Draco couldn't help it; he laughed uncontrollably as he suddenly realized the futility of their charade. The day would inevitably come, he knew, when they would face the Dark Lord side by side and at that moment, who would care if Draco Malfoy stuck it to Harry Potter on a nightly basis?

"Nothing," Draco said. "Just calm down; I'm in no mood to fight."

"You started it," Harry said as he rubbed his forehead irritably.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little," Harry said.

"Lie down."

Draco removed his robes, shoved them under Harry's head and settled next to him, the darkness enveloping them. Harry settled against Draco and yawned.

"I wish it was the weekend," he said, sounding very sleepy.

"Me too," Draco said, pulling Harry closer. "Clear your mind; just relax."

"Stop with the ruddy Occlumency already," Harry said, and fell asleep soon after.

Draco smiled and drifted off as well.

***

"Harry! Harry!" Draco awoke to Hermione's shrill voice as she shook Harry awake.

"What?" Harry snapped, clearly in the midst of a deep sleep.

"Dumbledore needs to talk to you."

"Hermione," said Draco groggily, "how'd you get in here?"

"Oh, never mind that!" she said curtly. "Dumbledore sent me to fetch you, Harry. He says he needs to speak to you immediately."

"Right now? What time is it?" Harry asked, squinting as he reached for his glasses.

"It's half past six," Hermione said, tugging on Harry's sleeve. "C'mon; get up!"

"I'm up!" Harry snapped, his hair even more unruly than normal.

"Morning," she said gently to Draco. "Come on, Harry! Honestly!"

Draco watched as Hermione pushed Harry out the door, the latter looking very disgruntled following such a rude awakening.

"You'd think he could at least wait 'til evening," Harry muttered before Hermione slammed the door behind them.

Draco stood, gathered his robes and headed towards the common room, wondering what was so important Dumbledore had to speak to Harry that instant.