| Chapter Eleven: Caught By Princesspepper |
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| When Harry and Draco arrived back at the school, they made their way back to their room slowly. Harry had his eyes on the floor, and Draco had his eyes on Harry, worrying about him. "Okay, what's wrong?" Draco asked, finally breaking the silence. "Nothing!" Harry exclaimed, startled. "I really believe that," Draco sneered, rolling his eyes. "You've been acting so weird!" "You know? Just drop it!" Harry retorted, picking up his pace. He didn't want Draco to know how upset he was� he'd make Harry feel stupid. As soon as they walked in, they collapsed on Draco's bed and fell asleep immediately. [//] They spent most of the next day sleeping, as they had lost quite a few hours the previous night. Not to mention, fighting off the Dark Lord was really exhausting. Needless to say, nobody wants to hear about the week's classes, as they were painstakingly boring. Nor do you want to hear about everybody congratulating Harry on his defeat of the Dark Lord. Been there, done that. No, what everybody wants to read is what happens when our boys are alone in their room together on a Friday night. It was a week after the horrific incident of doom, and it seemed as if Draco were getting over his fear of sex, because he was quite frustrated. It was quite annoying when Harry kept insisting that Draco was still recovering, when he was obviously done with that. Draco kept trying to make a move, and then Harry would say, "Look, I don't want to freak you out. We should wait before we do that again�." Yes. Draco was getting pissed off. So, on that Friday, Draco decided to take matters into his own hands. Harry was lounging about on his bed, reading a book, and Draco was trying very hard to concentrate on his homework. After the fourth time he emerged from a daydream, he decided it was time to take a well-deserved break. He looked up from the textbook he had his nose buried in, and turned his gaze towards Harry's bed. Harry was blissfully unaware of what he was thinking, so he decided now was a great time to take him by surprise. He got up from the desk, brushed his blond hair out of his face, and began walking quietly towards Harry's bed. It was only when Draco was standing over him, breathing down his neck, when Harry realized that he was there. "What is it?" he said impatiently, averting his attention from the book to Draco's silver eyes. "Boy," Draco said testily, "that must be some good book you're reading if it took you that long to notice me standing here." Harry eyed Draco suspiciously. "What's your problem? I was just studying! We have a test in History of Magic on Monday!" "Can't you worry about that tomorrow?" Draco whined. "I'm BORED!" Harry pursed his lips thoughtfully, watching as Draco got progressively more peeved by the second. Finally, he put his bookmark in and closed the book, placing it down on the bed next to him. "Fine. What do you want to do?" "I've got a few ideas," Draco said, a mischievous glint in his eye. In the blink of an eye, he was on top of Harry, straddling his waist and kissing him fervently. Harry's eyes widened in surprise, but he gave in after a few seconds. This was fun, why fight it? His hands moved up slowly to rest on Draco's shoulders; one moving up even further to tangle itself in his hair. Draco brought his face up a few inches, so his lips were no longer upon Harry's. Harry groaned in protest, but quickly got over it when Draco lifted his shirt over his head, and began kissing Harry's now bare neck. While he was occupied, Harry figured it was a good time to relieve Draco of his shirt. In a few moments, both of their pants were lying across the room as well; fallen into a messy heap along with their shirts. While Draco was busy giving Harry a third love-bite, he was also trying to get Harry's boxers off with one hand. Harry was about to succumb to this move, but then remembered something. He put his hand over Draco's and looked at him sternly. "Pfft, Harry!" Draco complained, "It's been a while! I'm over it! And besides, I trust you!" Harry started laughing. "What's so funny?!" Draco yelled, glaring at him. He was in no mood to have a conversation (what was this, the third time Harry picks a crucial moment to have a chat?). "No, it's not that! I know you're over it, you've convinced me! It's just� if I'm not mistaken, you were about to take of my pants, and if I recall correctly, it's MY turn to top." Draco looked at Harry, flabbergasted. Harry took this moment of confusion as an opportunity to flip their positions, so now he was the one on top of Draco, giving him a love-bite. "You win�" Draco grumbled, giving in to the inevitable. He didn't really mind being bottom; it was just that his ego gave him problems when it came to that. Not all of the aspects of his rivalry with Harry had gone. Draco was in the middle of his thoughts, when all of a sudden, he felt his boxers being ripped from his body, leaving every inch of his pale skin exposed to the cold air. He shuddered once, but quickly stopped when he felt Harry's warm skin pressed against his own. Harry once again latched onto Draco's neck and began sucking. Hard. Draco moaned unashamedly, and thrust his hips upwards to meet Harry's. Harry responded to the friction with an equally loud moan, maneuvering his body so that his knee was in-between Draco's legs. Draco started panting, clutching Harry's biceps. "Why is it� *pant* that you are� *gasp* so into� *moan* the bloody foreplay!?" Harry merely smiled, descending upon Draco's chest once again. He kissed down the pale skin, stopping around his rosy nipple to bite down on it hard. Draco gasped even louder. "You like that?" Harry muttered. He did it again, harder this time. "COME ON!" Draco shouted, hooking his heels behind Harry's knees. "You're impatient," Harry said teasingly. Draco just glared, but once Harry's tongue was upon him again, he couldn't help but thrust his hips. Harry smirked at the response. "I suppose you've suffered enough," he said. With that, he positioned himself between Draco's legs, picked up his wand, and performed a lubrication charm. Draco sighed in relief. 'Finally,' he thought. But Harry wasn't quite done yet. First, he pushed his index finger into Draco's opening, pressing it in all the way. Draco let out a low hiss. Harry then added a second finger, and pulled them both out almost all the way before pushing them back in abruptly. He really liked the response he was getting, so he proceeded to do this for several minutes, never taking his eyes off Draco's face. Eventually, Draco started getting pissed off again. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" he shouted suddenly, urging Harry to move on already. Harry shrugged and pulled his fingers out, now lining his tip up with Draco's opening. As he slowly pushed in, Draco's eyes squeezed shut. He silently willed his muscles to adjust to the intrusion; it would hurt a whole lot if he were tense. Harry felt this, and once the muscles had fully relaxed, he pushed in the rest of the way. Draco closed his eyes more tightly and reached forward, groping for Harry's hands. When he found them, he interlaced his fingers with Harry's. Harry pulled out and thrust back in at a luxurious pace. Hey, there was no need to rush. He didn't want to hurt Draco, either. After a while, it became very hard for Harry not to pick up the pace drastically; he felt himself coming quite close to the edge, and he was certain Draco was right there with him. Harry leaned forward to plant a kiss on Draco's sweaty forehead before backing off and carefully detangling one of his hands from Draco's. He reached forward with it, and began stroking Draco in time with his thrusts. Draco whimpered at this new contact, very thankful Harry wasn't being mean and dragging it out any longer. After a few more sweaty minutes, Harry thrust one last time and came forcefully into Draco. Draco did so at the same time; his mouth open in a silent scream all the while. Harry collapsed on top of Draco, his breathing labored and his heart pounding hard against Draco's chest. They rolled over tiredly, lying there for a few minutes with their eyes closed. Once their heart rates and breathing returned to normal, Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco deeply on the lips. He then pulled out of Draco again, this time all the way. Draco marveled at how weird it felt; he had become used to having Harry inside of him. "That was rather good," said Draco sleepily. Harry nodded in silent agreement, his eyes still closed. 'Awesome,' Harry thought, being too drained to say anything out loud. 'Yes,' Draco thought in response. 'HEY! I can hear you think again!' 'YEAH! It WORKED!' Harry thought back, smiling. 'Ugh, I need a shower. Care to join me?' 'Yes, so do I. Badly.' [//] Although Draco had just experienced one of the best sexual activities he had ever partaken in, he was still slightly pissed at Harry for making him wait so long. So, he decided he'd have to get him back when he was least expecting it. Now, it was pretty hard to keep something from Harry as they could hear each other's thoughts, but Draco was a strong-willed lad, and he found ways to put up mental barriers around certain thoughts he was having. Harry suspected nothing. It was during lunch break that Tuesday that his plan was due to take place. Usually, the couple opted for a stroll around the school rather than sitting in the foul-smelling cafeteria. Everybody was supposedly at lunch, so they figured it would be all right for them to hold hands. Nobody would see them! They had been having a casual conversation, when Draco found his window of opportunity. You see, not only could they read each other's thoughts, but they could also send certain mental images to one another. Draco found this method quite effective. So, he sent Harry quite a suggestive thought. Harry stopped mid-sentence to turn towards Draco. "That� was� mean," he said, still frozen. "You know what I want to do now, don't you?" Draco smiled hugely. "Can't do it here. There's too big of a chance we'd get caught." "I don't care!" Harry snarled, pushing Draco up against a wall forcefully. Draco winced as his back hit the stone, but quickly got over it when he felt Harry's mouth close over his own. Harry's tongue was now prying at his lips, begging them to part to allow him entry. Draco complied gladly Once his mouth was open, Harry wasted no time in pushing his tongue in, and allowing it to perform the familiar dance with Draco's. For once, Draco let Harry win, so Harry ran his tongue across the back of Draco's teeth and the roof of his mouth. Draco moaned as Harry pressed his body closer. He no longer cared that they were in the hallway, where anyone could see them. What a mistake� [//] You see, all the teachers were in fact having lunch, but the author cannot say the same for the Headmistress. No, she always took the lunch period to roam around the school and make sure no students were doing things they shouldn't be doing in the hallway. All seemed to be well; she was quite satisfied. On the way back to her office, however, she heard some very strange sounds coming from the corridor in front of her. She cocked an eyebrow thoughtfully, and followed the noise to where she was sure she would find its source. But it wasn't what she thought it would be. Upon rounding one last corner, she saw two young men. Snogging. She just stood there, flabbergasted, for a few seconds. She had never seen anything like this before. Oh, sure, she had come across the occasional kissing couple, but it had never been two boys. And it was never right in the middle of a hallway. Not that it wasn't fun to watch, but she was sure this was against the code of conduct in her school. She cleared her throat pointedly and crossed her arms, waiting for the boys to notice her. It took a while; but eventually, the one with dark hair stopped kissing his boyfriend and turned around. She saw the surprise on his face as he regarded her, and she chuckled inwardly. Instantly, his cheeks flushed bright pink. The blond one, however, was still blissfully unaware of the third person in the hallway. He was about to open his mouth to protest, when he opened his eyes and saw what his significant other was looking at. His mouth closed, and then opened again a few times, before he too blushed crimson. The Headmistress impatiently tapped one of her high-heeled feet on the floor, waiting for an explanation. Both boys opened their mouths at once, and out came a few excuses at the same time. "Uh, you see, we were just�" "Got a little caught up�" "Forgot where we were for a second there�" When they were done interrupting each other, they looked at one another and muttered, "Sorry?" simultaneously. The Headmistress opened her mouth slowly, and said "Would you two please come to my office?" she enjoyed the look of dread and shame that spread across the two boys' faces when they heard this. They reluctantly nodded and followed her through the winding hallways. [//] Once they arrived in the office, The Headmistress offered Harry and Draco seats in front of a great, polished, wooden desk and shut the door behind them. She walked over to her desk and took her seat behind it before lacing her fingers and surveying them sternly. "First off, I'm sure you know that the activities you were participating in are strictly against the code of conduct in this school." Harry and Draco nodded, their eyes to the floor. "Good, glad we've got that far. Would you be so kind as to give me your names?" They did, and upon hearing them, The Headmistress turned to the large file cabinet placed behind her chair. She shuffled through some folders before coming across the right ones. "Ah," she said suddenly, "it says here that you two are roommates?" Harry and Draco nodded sheepishly. "Well, I don't know if that's such a good idea. We can't have you distracted from your studies, can we? The two of you rooming together would definitely qualify as a distraction." Harry and Draco looked at each other, dread pooling in their stomachs. "So, therefore, I think it would make sense to file for a change in roommates?" Harry and Draco just stared into their laps. This was terrible! "Very well then!" said The Headmistress cheerily, "I'll let you know by the end of the day where your new dorms are! As for now, I think you should spend the rest of your lunch period packing. You won't have much time after classes! Now run along!" Once they were out of the office, they looked at each other miserably. "This SUCKS!" Draco yelled, frustrated. Harry just nodded in agreement, looking at the floor. They dragged their feet up to their dormitory and began to pack up their stuff slowly. They didn't talk, just moved about in a zombie-like manner. The only noise that was made the whole time was a little 'pop' sound when their new room assignments arrived. Harry walked over to the desk to read them. They said: Harry Potter: Seamus Finnigan, 4E Draco Malfoy: Brianna Stewart, 7S Oh. Crap. |
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