Just for the Fun of It!

He gave the boy across from him a long hard stare. Realising that this was having no affect, he put his lips into a pout. But the other boy just continued to look on, not affected in the slightest at his efforts. Of course, he suddenly thought, that is what he likes playing with! At this thought, he lazily moved his left hand to his right nipple and proceeded to rub it gently in circular motions. He felt it stiffen underneath his hand and let out a little moan. Whilst doing this, he continued to stare at the dark- haired boy in what he considered his most seductive look; head tipped a little downward, eyes staring up. He could feel himself growing harder as he continued his ministrations. There is no way he is resisting this, he thought. But alas, the other boy continued to stare on, not even flinching. The seduction was having absolutely no affect.

''Right, that's it!'' He shouted with a frustrated groan as he got up from the table and chucked the cards he was holding onto the wooden surface.

''What's it?'' The other boy sounded almost bored and made absolutely no moves to get up.

He felt a sudden rush of fury. Here he was, now standing stark bollock naked, not a stitch of clothing on, his own member blatantly revealing to the room how turned on he was and Mr Fucking Perfect over there STILL had not even showed a sign of being turned on himself!!!!

''AM I HAVING ABSOLUTELY NO EFFECT ON YOU?'' he shouted exasperatingly.

The dark-haired boy glanced up. He could see a slight glint enter the green eyes but all he did was shrug his shoulders.

''FINE!'' he uttered loudly to his opponent. And with that, he strode to the door, opened it, paused slightly for dramatic affect and then walked through, letting it slam.

Then a small smirk played on his face. There was no way he was going back to the room to retrieve his clothes. His pride would not allow him to do that. Besides, this would be fun. Lifting his nose up in the air, he walked straight through, entering the Gryffindor common room. Without looking around, he strode through towards the portrait hole. As if a switch had been flipped, the chattering instantly became silence. He could feel pairs of eyes from all around the room piercing through him and small gasps emitted from around the room.

As he passed a group of chairs by the fireplace, he heard the undisguisable voice of the Weasel exclaim, ''MALFOY!'' But he did not turn to look.

Just as he reached the exit, he finally turned around. I just have to see their faces, he thought. Looking around, he saw an array of people, still as statues, each paused in whatever they had been doing before, looking directly at him. Slowly, deliberately, he licked his tongue around his lips and turned back to the exit that had opened.

Just then he heard a small thumping noise off to this right followed by someone exclaiming, ''Shit! Creevey's fainted!'' He suppressed a laugh.

He heard the portrait door close behind him and made his way forward.

''MR MALFOY!'' He instantly recognized the sharp voice. Wincing slightly, he turned around to see the rather long, shocked face of McGonagall looking at him. '' What is the meaning of this!'' she demanded. He watched as she started to look him up and down in that way she always did when she was reprimanding students. Obviously realising he was naked, she stopped herself by closing her eyes.

''Er...I...uh,'' he stammered, suddenly at a loss for words. He just looked up at the old witch. It had been fun to walk naked in front of the prissy Gryffindors but their head of house was a different matter.

''Oh, Minerva,'' said a voice off to his left, ''do not be too hard on the boy. That is the best sight I have seen since James Potter and Sirius Black came in once, drunk as anything, wearing nothing but tutus!''

He turned to see the Fat Lady looking down at him appraisingly. Great, he thought, I am being checked out by a perverted portrait! He turned back to the professor, who was looking slightly away with what could only be described as a glint in her eyes.

''Yes...yes...that was rather erm...amusing!'' the professor replied. In horror, he watched her eyes, glint still intact, look him up and down. Oh no! Teacher shares perverted tendencies!

''Mr Malfoy, I suggest you make your way down to your common room now,'' she said with a tight smile firmly planted on her thin lips.

''Er...is there anything you have that I can cover myself up with?'' he asked. After this encounter, the thought of bumping into people along the way was not such an exciting prospect. Plus, he had to pass the kitchens on his way to the dungeon. The last thing he needed was a house elf to come rushing out, only to bump into him. Given how small those things were, he could only imagine what area of his body they would be bumping into. The thought made him shudder!

''Now, now, Mr Malfoy,'' the woman replied, ''I am afraid I have nothing of the sort, perhaps if you had had your wand with you, you could have used that.''

''What!'' he exclaimed, pointing both his hands downwards. ''As you can see, that would have been way too small for me to use as a cover.'' He was shocked she would have implied that his wand would have been suitable. Granted, his wand was quite long, but it was way too thin.

At this the old witch laughed. ''Mr Malfoy, I meant that you could have conjured up a spell with it to help out your rather...ahem...large predicament''

''Oh...er,'' he muttered, knowing that he was starting to grow red in the face. And for him, that was saying something. He prided himself on his ability not to get flustered or embarrassed. ''Can't you...use your wand?''

''Mr Malfoy.'' This time, he could see pure amusement pass across her face and with a raised eyebrow she held up her own wand. ''As you can see, it would also be...too small. Now move along, please, I cannot have you exciting the Fat Lady here anymore.'' At this, he heard a giggle from the portrait and looked up to see the Fat Lady looking at him bashfully.

Without saying another word, or even attempting to insist on something to cover himself up with, he turned his back to them both and walked forward, as steady as his steps would allow. On reaching the stairs, he heard one of the women shout, ''Nice ass!'' He could not be sure if it was McGonagall or the portrait but he really did not want to know. He rushed down the stairs.

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He managed to make it to the entrance of the Slytherin common room having only met Snape along the way. The potions professor, being the master of composure that he was, simply drawled, ''Be careful you do not bump into any house elves, Mr Malfoy.'' Then as an after thought had added, ''I would also avoid the Great Hall as Professor Flitwick is having a late night cup of tea!''

On muttering the password, the door flew open and he strode through.

''Well, it looks like you enjoyed your midnight stroll, Malfoy,'' he heard Blaise Zabini exclaim. ''Did he prove to be The Boy Who Couldn't Get It Up?''

''Fuck off!'' was the reply he sent back as he continued onwards to his room. He heard a few scattered laughs from his fellow house mates. The last thing he needed was their goading!!!!

He thumped himself down on his bed, face in pillow, and let out a little groan. Merlin! He had let Harry get to him. How could he? He was supposed to be the irresistible one! He wished he hadn't agreed to the stupid game Harry had suggested. Strip poker. How very muggle! The whole idea had come about because Harry reckoned he could resist Draco, even if the boy was naked in front of him. Draco had, of course, laughed at this. As if anyone could resist me! Naked as well!

So, he had purposely set about to lose every game of poker they had played. Each time he removed another bit of clothing. Firstly, small things like his shoes and socks. Then, he moved on to his jumper. Next thing had been his tee shirt. He had taken this off a little more seductively, hoping the little tease would get a reaction from the dark-haired teen. But Harry had just sat there. Straight faced. Not one look of lust upon him. Oh well, Draco had thought, Harry is playing hard to get. Ha, my trousers go next! But, to Draco's despair, Harry had lost the next few games, meaning that the green-eyed boy had himself been stripped down to his trousers. This was when Draco himself started to lose it. Seeing him sitting there, topless, his taut chest muscles twitching, his dark nipples inviting, had given the blond teen a yearning from within him to go and ravish Harry. But still, he had resisted. Just think of the Weasel being spit roasted by Crabbe and Goyle, he had thought to himself at the time. Even the Dark Lord would find that image too disgusting and evil! Finally, keeping his composure, he lost the next game and took off his trousers. Harry had lost the next game after that and had also removed his trousers. They had both sat there with only their boxers on. Purposely, he had made sure he lost the next game, thinking that this would be it. Right Harry, he had thought, here we go! And he had stood up, looked at Harry and pulled down his boxers. But Harry had just smiled at him. Done nothing else. Just smiled that stupid smug smile. This had caused him to sit down in a huff. Then they sat there staring at each other, poised, cards in hand. He had felt himself getting more and more turned on by the minute with Harry opposite him, practically naked.

His thoughts started to betray him at that point. In his mind's eye, he had seen himself kissing the Gryffindor, tongue flicking in and out of the boy's mouth as his hand played with the other boy's nipple, twisting it slightly, causing Harry to groan. He moved his hand downwards, over the firm, tight stomach to the other boy's throbbing manhood, slowly caressing it with gentle strokes, feeling Harry becoming slightly wet. With those images playing in his head he had tried his little tricks to make Harry fall on his knees with lust. But no! He had been the one to cave! He had been the one who had been blatantly turned on. And Harry had just sat there, smugly smiling at him, causing this whole fiasco to occur!

''Damn him!'' he shouted, thumping his fists onto his bed.

''Damn who?'' said a voice from the corner of the room.

He sat up quickly on the bed and looked in the direction of the voice, but saw nothing. Then a thought struck him. ''Okay, Harry, I know it is you. Come out from under that cloak!''

Harry's head appeared suddenly, as if floating in mid air, that smile still playing upon his face.

''If you have come here to gloat, do not bother.'' He felt irked by the other boy's presence, what with that stupid smile.

''But I haven't,'' Harry said.

''Then why else are you here, if not to torture my already tortured mind!''

''Do you realise how sexy you are, lying there, naked like that?'' And suddenly he watched Harry's smile disappear, only to be replaced with a look of pure intensity. A look that he found a little bit scary. He struggled to keep his cool.

''Obviously not sexy enough, or else you would have broke during the game,'' he said to the dark-haired boy who had yet to take off the cloak. ''And why haven't you taken off that cloak. You look funny, just being a floating head!''

''Well, I..,'' started Harry, but then he shrugged off the cloak.

His eyes widened in the same instant that something else hardened. Absolutely stunning, he thought as Harry walked towards the bed stark naked. He watched as Harry's lithe form moved onto his bed.

And he continued to watch as Harry moved up his body, forcing his elbows, which had been propping him up, to fall completely down so that he was flat against the bed. Harry was now above him, holding himself up with his arms on either side .The Gryffindor then pressed his hips down, bringing delicious pressure to his groin and causing a surge of ecstasy through his body. He groaned at the contact. He could smell Harry's musky, sweet scent, intoxicating to his senses. He moved his hands to the dark-haired teen's behind, and squeezed the firmness, again causing sparks of ecstasy. It was too much. He saw Harry's head moved down at the same time his was moving up and soft lips met his, a tongue gently pressing inside. Moving one of his hands to Harry's head, he pressed firmly, to intensify the kiss. He let his other hand snake away from Harry's behind to make its way into the gap between them, reaching for the other boy's pleasure point. He felt the pulsing against his hand and squeezed. This caused Harry to groan against Draco's mouth.

''I want you Draco, I need you!"'' he heard Harry breathe.

He looked into the green eyes above him and saw a gleam from within them but the dark-haired boy did not speak.

''WELL?'' Draco exclaimed.

''Look Draco, I always want you. You turn me on like no other and...god you are hot,'' Harry said, licking his lips.

Draco took a deep breath and resisted the urge to passionately kiss the boy, continuing with his question. ''So how did you do it? I mean, I was ready to explode there and then.''

''Well, it was simple really,'' Harry said, smiling. ''Whilst you were stripping, I was replaying something awful I had seen a couple of months back.''

''And what could you possibly have seen that could put you off my gorgeous body,'' he asked the boy above him, kissing his nose gently and gyrating his hips slightly, causing them both to groan.

''Well,'' Harry continued, biting his bottom lip slightly, ''I saw Ron in the showers being spit roasted by Crabbe and Goyle...and believe me, even Voldemort would find that image evil and disgusting.''