When Harry Kissed Draco

When Harry Kissed Draco

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"Malfoy?"

"Huh? What, Potter? What do you want?"

"Urm- I'd like to talk to you for a sec."

"Why?"

"That's -urm- rather personal, please, I'd rather talk about it in private."

Draco raised his eyebrow. Personal? Private? This was going to be good.

"Okay then," Draco sighed and grabbed his bag from the table.

Harry and Draco exited the library together.

"So, is a deserted hallway private enough for you, Potter?"

Harry nodded.

"Urm- Draco, I want to tell you something."

"Yes. Okay, you can start with telling me. Or do you need a written permission form from Dumbledore?"

Harry swallowed hard.

"Well, Draco, the thing is that... urm and then we have that and... Well -urm- so that made me feel... and so I guess that's it... You know..."

Draco was looking thoroughly amused by Harry's difficulty of explaning what he wanted to explain. The blond Slytherin folded his arms together, smirked and leaned against the wall.

"No Harry, I don't know. Please, do enlighten me."

Harry was fumbling with the buttons of his blouse, cheeks burning bright red.

"Well, what I'm trying to say is that..." Harry really couldn't force the words over his lips.

"Oh hell!" Harry cried out and leaned forward and kissed Draco fiercefully on his lips.

Harry would have expected to be beaten to pulp or to be laughed at, but Draco didn't react in any way. He just stood there, allowing the kiss to continue.

So Harry grabbed Draco's arms to hold him closer to his body and started to explore Draco's mouth. But then he pulled away to look at Malfoy.

He was still standing there, looking quite satisfied and with a smirk on his face.

"I knew you'd come out one day, Potter," he said and patted him on his shoulder.

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And just like that Harry was left all by himself in the hallway. He was shivering from the sensation of Draco's lips, but he hadn't gotten any response! Draco had just stood there. Staring. What did that mean?

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"You really live to humiliate me, don't you?"

Malfoy smirked. "Potter, don't make your role in my life bigger than it is. You're just fun to play with."

Harry couldn't help but blush. Fun to play with?

"Stop staring at me, Potter. We need to clean all these cauldrons before dinner."

Harry growled inwardly and grabbed a pink towel to start cleaning.

After a little while Draco started to hum a very annoying melody.

"Malfoy, please stop humming!"

"And why should I stop? Just because you want me to?"

"Yes!"

"I won't stop. I don't like you. I could punish you just for saying this."

Harry imitated a shudder. "Oooh, Malfoy, now you've got me scared! What are you going to do to me?"

Draco huffed. "Well, I can kill you with all my money."

"Oh, help. Help. Malfoy's killing me with his richness," Harry said sarcastically.

Draco dropped his pink towel and walked up to Harry. He grabbed Harry by his collar and pushed him up against the wall.

"Ow, we're getting physical now?" Harry murmered.

Draco smirked. "Oh yes, Harry."

Harry swallowed. Draco was pretty muscular and therefore very dangerous in this situation. If Harry wouldn't have been so scared at that moment, he would have been extremely aroused. Draco was very close to Harry, still holding him tight against the stone wall.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Draco whispered as he traced the patterns of Harry's lips with his soft finger.

Harry shivered at Draco's touch. He wasn't expecting this. It had been a couple of weeks since Harry had kissed Draco. Harry had tried to forget, but of course he couldn't. And now he was standing here in the potions dungeon with Draco touching his lips.

Harry nodded.

Draco smiled. "I knew you would."

And with those words Draco moved his head closer towards Harry's. Harry could feel Draco's upper lip brush against his lower lip. The Gryffindor opened his mouth a bit, trying to invite Draco.

Then both boys plunged into each other's hungry mouths o-so willingly.

Draco ravished Harry's lips, while exploring Harry's torso with his hands.

Harry could almost feel his body explode. Draco was just so hot. But he himself had known that for such a long time.

Draco had backed out of their fiery kiss. His breath was ragged and he stared at Harry.

"You aren't backing out, now are you?" Harry said with a devilish smile on his face. He slowly started to unbutton his green blouse, revealing more and more of his muscular chest.

Harry could almost feel Draco drool. Not that the blond was in fact drooling, but it wasn't far from it.

"Oh, no." Draco licked his lips and approached Harry again. He quickly took his sweater and trousers off, leaving only his silk boxers on.

Harry clasped his arms around Draco's neck and started to kiss him again. Their kiss deepened this time. Their tongues battled for dominance, neither of them winning.

Draco had his hands on Harry's firm ass and continued their brutal saliva-exchange.

Harry just continued kissing Draco, he loved the taste of Draco's tongue, of his soft lips. But Harry was moaning, he couldn't possibly enjoy this experience without noise.

After a few minutes they broke the kiss. Their lips were red from all the kissing, their hair tousled and almost all their clothing ripped from their bodies.

Draco was breathing hard.

Harry was still holding Draco in a firm embrace, nuzzling his peachyfresh hair.

"You smell good, Draco," Harry whispered.

Draco giggled. "You're not a bad smeller either." Draco licked Harry's earlobe with the tip of his tongue.

Harry growled. "Draco, you are sex."

"That's the best I've heard since Slytherin Sexgod."

Harry smiled and gave in to Draco, again.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips hungrily against Draco's.

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"Ron? Where's Harry?" Hermione asked, confused. It was breakfast time and Harry was nowhere to be seen at the Gryffindor table.

Ron had a napkin in front of his mouth, as if he was feeling sick and ready to puke. "He's at the Slytherin table," Ron managed to whisper.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. Slytherin table? Why would Harry be there?

She turned around and almost fell onto the floor. The shock was too big.

At the Slytherin table, on a certain Malfoy's lap was Harry Potter. And Harry was feeding Draco strawberries. But not just plain strawberries. Harry dipped the strawberries into liquid chocolate and then gently dangled them in front of Draco's wanting mouth. Draco licked the chocolate off, including some of the chocolate on Harry's fingertips.

It was a very erotic sight.

So thought the rest of Hogwarts. Everybody was staring, mouths wide open, at Harry and Draco.

Those two together are quite the sight.