The Lost Chapter

The Lost Chapter

Harry awoke with a start. It would have been like any other time, had it not been for the dream he was having. He shook the remaining thoughts from his head.

"It's not right!" he thought to himself as he threw the covers off. And, much to his embarrassment, pulled them right back. As he studied the beds around him, he eased up.

"Good, they've all gone to breakfast."

After changing, and a few "adjustments", he was down to the common room and out of the swinging portrait to get a bit of breakfast in the Great Hall. But, the events from his dream lingered. He began to feel flustered, and pushed the erotic, if not down right dirty, thoughts from his head once more.

"Some breakfast and Quidditch will do me good," he thought to himself.

But, as he approached the Great Hall, he ran right into the last person he wanted to see: Draco Malfoy.

Draco knew the moment he saw Harry coming down the stairs he would have to think of something wicked to say. Anything would do, as long as it covered up what he was feeling at the moment. He studied Harry as he took the last steps down, and he wished he knew what the feeling in his groin was.

"Eh, Potter, you look ghastly this morning. Don't tell me you and Weasley were at it all night again?"

And as much as Harry wanted to say, "No, but you and I were", all he did say was, "Fuck you, Malfoy."

Draco began to feel hot at those last words. He felt Harry staring him down with his brilliant green eyes, and he stared right back, trying so hard not to say something that would let go of his secrets. But, as Harry turned to go into the Great Hall, Draco changed his mind.

"Wait, Potter. I'm not finished with you yet. I forgot, um, Professor Snape sent me to fetch you. Seems he wants to discuss your measly efforts in Potions."

"Fine", said Harry as he followed Draco down to the cold dungeons.

As they approached Snape's room, Draco suddenly changed his direction.

"What do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" said Harry, now angry and confused.

"Look, Potter. We, erm, need to talk," Draco fumbled, the words barely spilling out of his mouth as he stepped into a Prefect's bathroom.

"Why would you ever want to talk with me?" said Harry, getting more and more suspicious of Draco's actions as he was pulled inside.

And suddenly, he felt Draco come towards him, his body pressing against his own, his hands on Harry's hips. He felt Draco's lips on his, gentle at first, but deeper and full of wanting as he continued on, pressing Harry against the wall of the bathroom. And Harry felt helpless. Was this wrong? Or was it what he had been wanting? Didn't he hate Draco Malfoy.......

It all seemed to melt away as he came back and kissed Draco's awaiting lips with all the passion he felt. They broke for a moment, both unsure of how the other felt.

"Harry, I...."

"Shut up, Malfoy."

Harry kissed Draco again as they both settled down to the floor. Draco gasped for air as he muttered a quick "Alohomora!" at the door before Harry grabbed him again. Harry remembered the dream he had had, and knew not only what he was doing, but that he wanted it, badly. They kissed again and again as Draco slipped off his, and then Harry's clothing. He stopped for a moment, and stared down at Harry's incredible body.

"You know, I've always loved the famous Harry Potter," he whispered.

He slowly turned Harry over, kissing him on the neck and shoulders as he did so. He slowly slipped his erection into him, being careful not to hurt him. Harry let out a slight gasp as Draco did so, before relishing in the pleasure that came over him. They moved together in smooth motion, with kisses and licks in between. And as Harry came, Draco did as well. He collapsed on top of Harry, pulling out slowly, kissing the dampness at the nape of Harry's neck.

They both quickly cleaned up and got dressed and headed back up to the Great Hall. But, before they broke apart, Harry had one last thing to say.

"Like I said, fuck you Malfoy....."