Harry and Draco's Midnight Fests

Harry mainly wandered the grounds that morning, trying to get his mind off Draco. His smile...or his smirk, rather...his smell...like some sort of spicy cinnamon. As he marched around aimlessly, he tried to tell himself this was wrong and he shouldn't go that afternoon, but an urge for need of information and a kind of sparked curiousness made him head in the directions of the gardens come 11:50.

The gardens were mainly deserted, since everyone was at lunch. He walked as slowly as he could through the gardens, telling himself he would leave the next minute, or the next...but it never happened and he knew deep inside he wasn't moving until Draco came. According to his watch, at 12:20, Draco showed up, breathing hard in front of him. Harry felt his jaw setting, and his teeth grinding against each other.

"You're late," Harry said as coldly as he could. There was a pause as Draco's breathing went back to its normal speed. Harry repeated the reminder. Draco smirked.

"I'm glad you noticed, Harry," he said. There was a pause as Harry considered what to say, then finally resorted to an impatient,

"You told me to meet you here?" Draco squinted at him in the sunlight, making him all the more beautiful.

"So I did," he said shortly. There was yet another pause.

This is stupid, Harry thought.

"Why?" he asked as Draco made himself comfortable on a bench. Without looking, Draco responded with a yawn,

"Why what?" This infuriated Harry. What the hell did Draco want with him? What was he playing at, purposely trying to make Harry mad?

"Why the hell, Draco, did you call me here?" Harry said, almost screaming. Draco turned a little bit, as if getting in a position to observe Harry. He seemed to ignore Harry's last statement as his eyes swept over Harry's body. "What the fuck are you doing, Draco?" Harry spat, aware that Draco's gaze had wavered a little at his crotch. Draco's smirked widened as he continued to observe Harry.

"Nothing," he then said with obvious stretched innocence. Harry was feeling really uncomfortable and confused now. All of a sudden, he snatched Draco's arm and hurled him upwards. Draco looked at Harry with what seemed to be amusement.

"We on touching terms now, Harry? Eh? Like the way I feel?" Harry yelped a little as he felt Draco's hand on his. Then he felt something warm around his fingers. Looking down, he jumped back when he saw Draco had placed his hand on his crotch.

"What...what..." Harry stuttered. Draco laughed.

"Liked that, Harry?" Draco said, his voice suddenly soft. "Did you? Do you like--this?" He felt Draco's hand on his crotch, and without warning Draco began to massage and knead it. An unexpected moan escaped from Harry's lips, and suddenly Draco began to kiss him again. That, combined with the feelings that were surging through his body with Draco's experienced hand, was like heaven to Harry for the few moments that it lasted. Then Harry suddenly stopped moaning, pulled away from the kiss, and ran blindly. He didn't know where, but he would run anywhere to get away from Draco. The bulge in his pants made him stop after a while, where he stood panting by the lakeside. Looking around, he saw no one. Everyone must have still been at lunch. There, by the lake, he unzipped his pants and made himself feel better. After a while, he zipped them back up and walked up to the castle, entering it just in time for the first students to come streaming out of its doors.

Harry traveled up to the Gryffindor Tower, one of the few places he knew for sure he couldn't meet Draco. He started up to his dormitory in a haze, but was suddenly distracted when someone called his name.

"Harry!" Harry turned to see Hermione hailing him from the fire blazing in the middle of the Common Room. Ron and Ginny were with her, all seated around the fire. He felt the thing he had just finished keeping down rise just a bit as he recalled the last time he had seen her, the night before. But he tried to show no emotions on his face as he made a B-line for where his friends were. He sat down in his favorite armchair, trying to grin.

"Where were you all morning, mate?" Ron asked, thumping him on the back. Harry cleared his throat, trying to think of something.

"Well...err...you said you were going to sleep so I thought I'd fly around a bit." They all seemed satisfied with this answer, although Hermione sternly asked him if he had finished his homework, which he truthfully told her he had not done. He hurriedly changed the subject to the first thing that was on his mind.

"So, did you all sleep well? I mean, you all slept in a bit, right?" Harry studied Hermione and Ginny while they answered, and was surprised that they were actually accomplished actors (or liars).

"Oh yeah, Ginny and I went to the library and bit I and helped her with homework, and we were there pretty late. I was really tired," Hermione said in a perfectly steady voice. Ginny nodded casually to confirm the story, and then Ron gave Harry a full account of his day:

The day, and many days after that, passed without any particularly interesting incident. Draco was still his bratty self, but Harry noticed he refrained from calling Hermione, 'mud-blood', and didn't insult Ron or Harry about their families. In the next two weeks, he found his stomach flipping a lot from the naughty smirks Draco kept on slipping him in the middle of class or passing in the hallways. Once, when they were outside, and Harry was by himself reading by the lakeside, Draco had even blown him a kiss and imitated humping something. Harry had felt himself go red and had hurried away as quickly as possible.

Harry was Head Boy, so it was customary for him to patrol the corridors every evening, when everyone was supposed to be in their dormitories. One day, half-asleep, he was doing his duty along one of the corridors, when suddenly a door appeared out of no where, the door opened, and a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him into the room as he passed by. All of this happened in about a second, and Harry was kind of dazed. It took him a few moments to realize what had happened, and then he looked around. Only one description could fit the room: kinky. A huge bed took up half the space, with a huge bedpost and various handcuffs of all shapes, sizes and colors hanging from it. Along one side of the wall, a huge rack held tons of whips, which had as much variety as the handcuffs. On another side of the wall, a huge box consisting of what Harry recognized as condoms was held in a corner, and instruments like huge clippers and sticks of all sizes hung from the rest of the side of the wall. Harry was left breathless. Just from looking at all of it made his dick rise erect, but, if possible, something else made it even rise higher. On the bed, Draco lay, fully clothed and smirking at Harry's stunned expression.

"Hello, Harry," Draco said softly in a way that intrigued Harry. "Glad you could make it."