Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers

It's simple, really. I love J.K. Rowling, and I would never attempt to take any credit for her beautiful characters or stories. I'm just borrowing them, so please don't take offense.

Chapter 3: Crash into You

"Potter! Get off of me! I know you think you can have anyone in the school, but I refuse to be one of your conquests."

Harry's reaction was not favourable to Draco's situation. Initially, the Golden Boy's mask fell, and an incredulous expression took over. Draco was privately pleased that he had gotten so far, but his own mask slipped as a smirk then found its way onto the Gryffindor's face.

"So that's what this is about then, Malfoy."

Damn, back to Malfoy then.

"You think that I want to have you as a lover? I have quite my pick at the moment, actually. I don't need to come to you for such mundane things as fucking."

There was silence in the broom closet for a moment. And Draco's position was becoming more and more difficult. He had to regain some control, because his body was rebelling against him. He tried a last attempt to get Harry to release him.

"I didn't know you swung both ways, Potter, but you should be so lucky as to have me," he sneered with was he hoped was an expression of disgust.

He was breathing hard now, and he knew his skin was flushed from the proximity of Harry's body. He hoped Potter thought it was in anger. In a few seconds, it was going to be extremely difficult to explain to Harry why there was something hard pressing against his thigh.

I wonder if he'll believe me if I say it's my wand.

Harry looked a little unsure of himself for a heartbeat, but he knew the signs of attraction well. His smirk became feral, and he leaned forwards, brushing Draco's ear with his lips.

"Ah," he said softly, "it's not that you think I want to shag you. It's that you're hoping I might."

At his whisper, Draco lost any remaining control over his body and shivered. His erection pressed into Harry's warm thigh. Moist air tickled his cheek as Harry chuckled nastily and moved to look into his eyes. Draco knew that a clever retort or denial wouldn't help him. He was completely at the mercy of Harry-bloody-Potter.

Slowly, Harry reached out and grabbed Draco's hips. Draco's intake of breath was quite audible. Harry smirked and looked down, moving his hand to graze against the Slytherin's obvious arousal. Draco bit his lip in embarrassment and closed his eyes. Then Harry did the last thing Draco expected. He pressed Draco back against the wall and leaned against him, grinding their hips together as he licked the outer shell of Draco's ear. He moved down to suck the pulse under Draco's jaw. By this point, the Slytherin was almost incoherent. He was painfully hard now and dangerously close to ruining his expensive silk boxers. The Slytherin in him was loudly insisting that he tell Harry to stop, but he quickly forgot himself when said Gryffindor moved his mouth down to the juncture connecting Draco's neck and shoulder and bit down.

Draco groaned and climaxed, shuddering. When it was over, he realized how quickly it was over, and would have been disgusted with his lack of self control had he not been unable to look away from Harry's mouth. Potter pulled away, laughing and smirked again.

"That was over quickly, Malfoy," Harry sneered, mirroring Draco's thoughts. "When you have better stamina, come find me. At least, that's if you can stay away long enough to improve yourself."

Harry opened the door of the broom closet and left without even a backwards glance. He clearly had no problems with sexual trysts in broom closets. Draco wondered how many times Potter had done this lately. The thought made his heart clench uncomfortably.

That's strange.

He closed his eyes and tried to dissect what had just happened between the two of them, swearing as he started to get aroused again. Not many people knew that Harry Potter, Dumbledore's Golden Boy, could be cruel. But Draco Malfoy did. And he was experiencing mortification of the highest level at the hands of his rival. Slowly, back still against the wall, he slid down so he was sitting on the floor. He cursed his body and his lack of self-control, putting his head in his hands.

I am so bloody screwed.