Title: The Consequences of 17 Authors: loveless_x Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: R Word Count: 1157 Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Warnings: Improper use of a noodle. And some slight.. breathplay? But not. Maybe a little voyeurism, but does it count when you know they're watching? Summary: The 7th years all spend their spring break at a pool. Harry gets a little...distracted. The Consequences of 17 Ohgod, Harry thought. Being that pale should be illegal. Harry flicked his tongue out to wet his dry lips, which was funny because he was in a pool, straddling a bright yellow foam noodle that was keeping him afloat. All of the seventh years had gotten together and decided to go to the pool for a day over their spring holidays. Of course, most of the girls who were dressed in different patterned bikinis were laying out on chairs by the poolside and tanning. All of the boys were either playing chicken or just sitting and enjoying the atmosphere like Harry. All of the boys except for one pale blonde who was applying more sunblock. God. Long fingers would squeeze the tube and the white goo would come out and then those hands would spread it first over arms until the white became transparent, then the neck - GOD does he have to lean his head back and expose his throat like that!? - then the chest, and no one would notice but Harry that the fingers lingered there to tease dusty pink nipples. Then those hands would be rubbing over a pale expanse of stomach that would quiver under the attention of the simple action of applying sunblock. If Harry was out of the water he would probably beg on his knees to be allowed the honor of lathering the blonde's back. No, he turned towards Parkinson and asked her to do it and watching her hands weren't as exciting as watching Malfoy's. While Parkinson got his back, he leaned forward and let the white goo drip down the front of his legs. Harry inhaled sharply. Who the hell gets off on watching this?. Harry does. The Gryffindor watched as those pale hands worked their way up those flawless legs and toyed with the knees before tracing lightly over inner thighs and ohgod Harry was hard. Hard from just watching someone put on sunblock. Harry exhaled sharply through his nose and looked around. He hoped no one noticed how red his face probably was right now. Maybe they'd just brush it off as sunburn. As if this couldn't be any worse, Malfoy was looking at him while Parkinson finished with his lower back. Harry couldn't tell what his expression read because he quickly turned his noodle about face and nearly lost balance of the damn foam eyesore he was sitting on. The small shift in direction cause Harry's cock to rub deliciously against the noodle, thought, and Harry looked down with a confused expression at the foam - hardly containing his gasp. If Malfoy was still watching, he would have seen Harry's shoulders tense up. Slowly, Harry turned himself around so he could watch Malfoy again. Fuck, he thought, Malfoy's still looking. But he was... not smirking. Not anything of disdain or hate, good God - Malfoy was smiling at him! Harry nearly fainted (passed out. Fainting is for women and he was perfectly sure he was man, thank you very much.). Harry felt the heat in his face, despite the cool water up to his chest, rise which made Malfoy's smile grow. Harry shifted under the watchful eyes and quickly shut his own, causing that splendid friction in his lower regions again. Harry's toes curled and he let watchful eyes go to hell because damnit, he needed to get off! These were the consequences of being 17. Always horny at the most inopprotune moments. Harry sighed and looked up at Malfoy again. Yep, still watching. Harry turned slightly away, but still watched the blonde from the corners of his eyes. He slowly and experimentally rocked his hips against the yellow noodle. He bit down hard on his lip to keep himself quiet, and fuck if he wasn't going to bite all the way through just to keep silent. He felt watchful eyes burning into the side of his head. He rocked his hips twice more and his eyes rolled back in his head. Harry nearly lost balance once after he'd set a steady pace, slowly rocking his hips against the yellow foam so that he didn't splash or bring anymore attention to himself. He chanced himself a glance over to Malfoy and nearly came when he saw that there was a hand slowly rubbing between the blonde's legs. Harry gave a hard thrust and it wasn't enough, he needed more. Harry checked around himself once more before quickly swimming to the side of the pool. He gripped the wall tightly, the concrete biting roughly into his palms, but it was ok because it made his cock throb. Malfoy was a lot closer to him now and, God, he could hear the boy's panting. Harry brought his whole body against the wall so that the noodle was trapped perfectly between his cock. He experimentally thrust hard to see how much water would splash and set a faster, rougher, more desperate pace when he was satisfied no one would notice him frantically rutting against a noodle and clinging to the wall. He heard Malfoy's breath hitch and his hitched in response. Ohgod, and then the blonde stood and jumped into the water. "Deep breath, Potter." Harry inhaled deeply but nearly choked when he was being pulled and held underwater with a delicious hardness grinding against his arse and pushing him against the noodle. He started to thrash his head about when his breath felt stale and the edge of his vision was going black and fuzzy and he was seeing dots, but those strong arms were holding him around the waist and pushing him against the wall and grinding in his arse and he was pressing back and coming So Hard that he thought he was going to pass out. When he came, those arms released him and turned him around, lips pressing hard against his and breathing air and life into him again. Maybe the Consequences of 17 weren't so bad, after all. END A/N: ^_^ Woot for teh smutty pr0n. Actually.. this wasn't TOO smutty. I just liked the idea of rutting against a noodle. Has anyone ever tried that?

Title: Behind Locked Doors Author: loveless_x Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: hard R- language, violence, and adult content Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Warnings: slash,fighting,violence turned into snogging, wanking Summary: Hermione tells Harry that the view is brilliant in an old tower classroom that is abandoned. Little did he know that someone told his *favorite* person that it was quiet and undisturbed up there. Thus, when everyone's favorite hero arrives he is ticked to see his arch nemesis there, but they were promptly locked together in the room with some heavy duty locking charms that even Boy Wonder and Drama Queen couldn't get themselves out of. Part 2 === "Ew, gross! This stuff is nasty, Malfoy!" Harry pulled his sticky hand away from his mouth and blushed when Malfoy's laughter reached his ears. "Well, you try it you great git!" He smeared a white glob over the blonde's lips and was startled when Malfoy stopped laughing and pulled one of Harry's fingers into his mouth. Harry's jaw dropped and his cock twitched when the blonde swirled his tongue around the finger, implying how talented with his mouth he was. Malfoy pulled back and sat against the wall, licking his lips where Harry had smeared a white glob of his own fluid. "Now, now, Potter, it's not that bad, is it? Look, I can do it. Anything I can do, you can do better, right? Honestly... and if you don't, oh well- guess you just won't be getting a bloody amazing blowjob, your first I'm sure.." Malfoy was rambling on and on but after the challenge of doing things better than Malfoy, Harry sucked up his pride and was making a rather wanton display of his own hidden talents yet to be discovered, eyes never leaving Malfoy. Draco had stopped mid-sentence when he finally noticed what Harry was doing and felt heat pooling in his groin again at the sight. Harry Potter is licking my spunk off of his hands in a sexy way, insinuating all the better things I could be doing with his mouth right now and I'm getting hard again. Pansy, I love you. Draco grinned and pushed Harry to his back before the Gryffindor even finished his hand. He quickly rid the brunette of his jeans and boxers-Green boxers? Oh how Slytherin indeed...- and was fisting Harry's cock and drawing the most melodic, needy sounds from the Gryffindor. "Damn, Potter, you are poetry with all those lovely noises you are making." Harry was in heaven. He'd died, Voldemort must have killed him via telepathy and now he was in a poufy wizard heaven that supplied his very own Draco Malfoy to service him. Hermione, I love you. And he intended to thank her, indeed. Harry was enjoying the blonde's tight fist but was in no way prepared to be engulfed by heat and look down between his legs to see the Slytherin swallow him whole, he nearly came when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of the blonde's throat. "Holy. Fuck. Draco!" Harry's head fell back and his face scrunched up in extacy when the Slytherin used his free hand to massage his balls while his head bobbed up and down Harry's length, tongue dragging up the underside and pressing against the vein. Draco grinned around Harry's length when he felt the boy tense up and heard another cry of his name. He swallowed his cock whole again and he felt Harry come down his throat. The Slytherin rubbed the Gryffindor's stomach affectionately and sat back against the wall. "Not a pouf, eh? Like that, did you?" Draco smirked at the wild look in those mesmerizing green eyes. "Well... I.. um, didn't think.. I was one... guess now I know?" Harry sat up and took note of Draco's half hard cock. "Ready for another go then? I suspect you have things to teach me." Draco grinned at that and pulled the Gryffindor on top of him again. === Pansy and Hermione were trying their best to stifle their giggles from outside the large oak door that led to the room they locked the boys in. They quietly unlocked the door as soon as the boys started to get into a scuffle earlier, incase they had to rush in to break them up, but now they weren't sure their boys would be coming out anytime soon. They walked down later that day to the Great Hall for lunch and nodded to Dumbledore when they walked in. They had told the Headmaster of their plan to end the rivalry between the Hogwart's Golden Boy and the Slytherin Ice Prince the day after they had agreed on their plan. For show, they spewed off a few snide remarks at each other to keep up appearances for their class mates. Slytherin and Gryffindor would always fight, but the biggest rivalry in years was coming to an end. === "Harry.." Draco woke up sometime later on top of a pile of old dusty tapestries and found himself naked in the arms of an equally naked Harry Potter. Memories of the afternoon flooded back to him and a faint smile graced his lips. "Harry? Wake up, you great oaf." The boy beside him stirred with a sleep-muffled groan. "Urr... what? What time is it?" Harry yawned and curled himself tighter around the blonde, trying to gain more body heat. After the sunset, the room had gotten considerably colder, but neither thought to figure a way to get out of the room since they were too busy exploring every inch of each other all day. "Harry... What will my father say?" Draco's voice wavered and the worry was evident in the usually cold gray eyes. "I mean.. any day now he was supposed to call upon me to join up with the Dark Lord and take the mark... I.. I don't want to disappoint him, but I really want to be with you- hell I've wanted to be near you since you turned down my friendship first year." By the end of his explanation, his voice had taken on a bitter tone. Harry hugged him tighter to him and ran a Quidditch-callused hand through silky hair and 'hmmed'. "I dunno, love... you don't have to tell him, I mean.... d'you really want to take the Dark Mark?" Harry frowned at the thought of his newfound lover being branded like cattle by the psycho trying to kill him. They had cleared up so much over the afternoon of exploring each other. He felt Draco shrug and tensed, waiting for the answer. "Yes and no.. To make my father proud, yes... but I see what you mean about standing over you and trying to kill you or Granger or Finnigan...so no, and plus Voldemort is a creepy dude, hell-bent and obsessed over a kid since he was one isn't healthy.... he's just a big kid bullying a little kid who knocked down his sand castle in the sand box and didn't know it. Stupid bastard..." Draco nuzzled his face into the crook of Harry's neck and shivered. "Maybe I should be a spy for Dumbledore..." Harry considered this for a long moment. "It's too dangerous..." "Bullshit, Snape's doing it." "Snape... is an adult and has years of practice." "So what? I'm of age, I'm considered an adult! Potter, I can do it!" "It's not that you can't! It's that I won't let you! It's way too dangerous and I don't want to risk you getting hurt, you git!" Draco stilled and thought about this and decided on smiling and pressing chaste kisses to Harry's neck, who in turn pulled him closer and murmured for him to go back to sleep and they would deal with one obstacle at a time. In the morning they would have to leave their somewhat-sanctuary... that is, if they ever figured a way to unlock it. === In the morning the boys woke up and dressed in what they were wearing the previous day and tried to unlock the oak door again, only to find it had already been unlocked. They immediately knew Hermione and Pansy must have come back to let them out earlier. The Slytherin and Gryffindor made their way halfway down the steps of the tower before the blonde stopped mid-stride and almost caused Harry to fall down the steps. "We can't walk into the Great Hall holding hands! Hell, we can't even walk into the great hall looking like we've been having sex all of yesterday!" Draco looked at Harry wild-eyed and squeezed his hand. "I-what? Oh.. right... Um, you want to go first and I'll go to Gryffindor to change first? You can say to your friends you fell asleep up in that tower you were at and I can get Hermione to tell my house something." At Draco's frantic nod Harry smiled and they shared one last lingering kiss before parting ways at the bottom of the steps. Harry had his hands in his pockets as he walked back to his dorm and noticed a piece of parchment folded up in there and pulled it out, smiling fondly at the message. Meet me at our "place" at eleven pm tonight. === Harry shot up in bed in the middle of the night, night shirt drenched in a cold sweat. Damn Voldemort, damn him... feeds me those fucking dreams every fucking night... as if I don't wish it were true enough already. That snake of a bastard will pay when I get my hands on him. Harry wiped his face and felt around his night stand for his glasses. When he found them he put on his beat-up old spectacles and muttered a tempus. "Fuck.... 2:38 in the morning on a god damn Friday..." Harry lingered on the thought that a Friday was when his dream started to take place, with the knowledge of Slytherin poetry and Hermione's advice... Maybe the impossible isn't so impossible after all. -End- A/N: Sorry I took so long to get the second one out! Hope you liked it... I know I made the ending kind of sad..ish.. but hey, I left it so you can make your own assumption of the outcome!

Title: Behind Locked Doors Author: loveless_x Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: hard R- language, violence, and adult content Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Warnings: slash,fighting,violence turned into snogging, wanking Summary: Hermione tells Harry that the view is brilliant in an old tower classroom that is abandoned. Little did he know that someone told his *favorite* person that it was quiet and undisturbed up there. Thus, when everyone's favorite hero arrives he is ticked to see his arch nemisis there, but they were promptly locked together in the room with some heavy duty locking charms that even Boy Wonder and Drama Queen couldn't get themselves out of. Part 1 === "Are you sure this will work, Granger?" Pansy was antsy at best right now, with the war looming and her parents pressing her to follow them and take the dark mark. Like few others in her house, she was planning on refusing. True, she thought the preservation of purebloods was important but she didn't want to kill every last muggle-tainted wizard or witch. She just couldn't see herself standing over a sniveling little Hufflepuff or one of those Gryffindor brats-especially Hermione Granger. The thought of herself even uttering the words 'crucio' and pointing her want at Granger made the black haired Slytherin to shudder. "Yes, of course it will. I assure you-once Harry makes Malfoy see that not all Gryffindors and half-bloods are bad, then he will hopefully consider Voldemort to be an imbecile and lead the rest of your lot towards... a longer and healthier life." The bushy haired Gryffindor was nodding her head in confidence. Pansy shifted her weight from foot to foot. Blaise Zabini stood on her left and whispered something in her ear, eyeing Granger carefully. Pansy nodded and looked thoughtful before asking one last question. "I'm just looking out for Draco, he's like a brother to me. I don't want him to get hurt." In her seventh year at Hogwarts Pansy had grown into a considerably fine young woman with wisdom comparable to Granger's and she mirrored the sisterly care towards Draco Malfoy that Hermione showed towards Harry Potter. === Harry yawned as he strolled in late to breakfast. Hermione was deep in conversation with Ron and Seamus when he joined them, reaching for some pumpkin juice and toast. He usually woke up happy nowadays since his nightmares had subsided last year. Now people liked to think that he dreamed of puppy dogs and running through a field of flowers since the school's brooding hero seemed to be ten times cheerier in his seventh year. He nodded to his fellow house mates and piled his plate with scrambled eggs and sausage. "So what are we talking about this morning?" Harry smiled as he cut into the conversation being held. He laughed when Ron and Seamus explained to him that they were talking about catching Malfoy writing poetry by the lake. He nearly sprayed his pumpkin juice all over Hermione and Ron when he heard an icy voice behind him. "Think poetry is funny, Potter? And here I thought all Gryffindors were all bleeding hearts. Apparently you all have no taste for art whatsoever." Harry slowly turned around to offer the blonde Slytherin and lopsided grin. Even the evil git couldn't ruin his mornings anymore, he just developed sarcasm-thank's to Malfoy oddly enough. "Morning to you too, Sunshine," if possible, Harry's grin got wider as his house mates snickered. "And here we thought that Slytherins-especially Malfoys would never show such emotions in poetry. How could you with such icy hearts?" Malfoy growled at him and muttered under his breath as he stalked to his table, morning ruined. Harry's mood brightened even more. "Really, it's gotten too easy over the years, don't you agree Ron?" Ron nodded with a grin to match Harry's and they all set off together to head towards Potions. Okay, maybe there was one thing that could still ruin his mornings. === After a morning of insults and house points deductions for ridiculous reasons, Harry was dragging his feet as he and Ron walked Hermione to her Arithmacy lesson so they could prolong going to Charms. Hermione looked hesitant before mentioning it to him. It had been a week since she talked with Pansy and Blaise and they had agreed to get Harry and Draco in the same place on Saturday and leave them there til Sunday. "Harry... there's an old abandoned tower in the old part of the castle- it used to be a classroom for astronomy but it was too small . No one really knows about it anymore, I found it a while ago, so it's really quiet and undisturbed. It could be a good place for you to relax and um.. unwind a little? Your days are usually miserable once you get to Potions and I...we would really like to see you in a good mood all day. Want me to show you where it is tomorrow?" She crossed her fingers inside her robe and prayed silently that her and Pansy's idea would work. When Harry nodded she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "Brilliant. Walk with me after breakfast tomorrow and um... make sure you bring some extra food with you.. incase you're up there a while." She hoped he didn't hear the plan behind her masked voice. === After a lousy breakfast of eggs and toast that was unsatisfying to his tastes, Draco Malfoy strode off towards Potions-which surely brightened his day. Professor Snape has, as usual, made all Gryffindors miserable-especially Potter. Now he was in a brilliant mood for the day, occasionally calling insults to the three musketeers in the halls. It wasn't until after dinner that Pansy cornered him in the common room that his thoughts focused. "Draco, love! How was your day?" She seemed in a good mood and her poetry journal that he stole sometimes was in her hands. He shrugged in response and half drifted into thoughts about when his father would ask him to take the dark mark. Every night he got off behind closed curtains and silencing charms on the fact that he could one day be standing over sodding Potter and his band of do-gooders and mangling them with curses left and right. That familiar heat stirred in his loins when Pansy's nagging voice brought him back to reality. "You weren't paying attention. What I was saying was that I found a better place for you to write your poems without the chance of anyone seeing you." "Especially sodding Gryffindors?" He seemed hopeful at the prospect of finally getting some privacy. She nodded and started rambling about an abandoned room in a tower with a window that showed most of the Hogwart's grounds. Finally, some peace and quiet. "Stop by the kitchens tomorrow and get breakfast then I'll take you up there." She smiled and turned to sit by the fire and write more love poems. For a Slytherin, she was very lovey dovey. Girls, Draco thought with a shake of his head. All's they're good for is a good blowjob. === Draco had done as Pansy instructed, stopping first at the kitchens for a better breakfast than he usually got, and was now being led up many flights of coiling stairs that reminded him sickeningly of Divination. At long last they reached the room. It was warm, with one window, and old tapestries of the houses hanging from the walls. There was an old muggle instrument under the window, Pansy explained it as a 'telescope' that you look at the stars with at night. Draco had scoffed and pushed it into a corner, pulling a chair up from one of the desks to the window. It did have a nice view of the lake and forbidden forest. He thanked his fellow Slytherin and watched her leave before turning to the window, quill and parchment ready, to think of what to write about. He saw the whomping willow and grinned, quickly scribbling down some morbid phrases about the looks of the old tree. Draco had lost track of time, getting lost in his poem about the vicious willow, and he all but fell out of his chair and broke his quill when he heard the door click open and shut. He whipped around and gaped at the sight he saw. Potter. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" He spat at the Hogwart's Hero as he scrambled to his feet and scowled at the broken quill. There was another faint click and Draco screwed his face up in confusion. "Was that a door lock?" "Um.." Potter replied eloquently and turned around to try to unlock it. "Alohomora... Alohomora... AHLOHOMORA!" Fuck. No, no fucking way was Draco Malfoy locked in a room with Harry sodding Potter! Potter turned around slowly, a slight pink coloring his cheeks. "Um, I guess we're stuck here.. Hermione told me I should come here to relax since your House Head seems hell-bent on making my life a living hell, even if I'm saving his sorry ass along with every other bloody wizard in our world..." Potter's emerald eyes had hardened as he lost himself in his explanation for being there. Draco nearly found the sight cute. Wait, WHAT?! CUTE?! What. The. Fuck. "Oh, come off it, Potter." Draco grumbled, poking his head out the window to find that, yes, indeed there was no way of getting out. There was just a straight drop to the ground from the top of the tower. "Un-fucking-believable. How the hell did-oh. I see. You said your mud-blood told you to come here? Well, Pansy instructed me I should write my poems up here. Though I don't know why or how, but our fucking girls set us up. Apparently, to Pansy, you are poetry to me and to Granger, I am relaxing to you. Fuck." Draco was rambling after his epiphany and was pacing back and forth in front of Potter. Potter reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders, spinning him to face him. "Gah-Potter, what the fuck are you doing! I do not like to be man handled, you pouf!" Potter had the gaul to smirk, which was eerie because Potter doesn't smirk. "I'm stopping you in your tracks, you're making me dizzy you git. And I'm not a pouf- I fancy girls just as much as you or.. wait, no I fancy girls. You're the pouf. Everyone knows how much of a flamer you are." There was that goddamned smirk again! Draco pushed against Potter's chest, which he found to be hard under his palms. "I am not a pouf, Potter! No one would make such insinuations about a Malfoy!" Potter just snickered and helped himself to the chair Draco had been sitting in. Draco foresaw many fights in the near future until they found their way out. He waited a few minutes before shouting at Potter again, "Well! What do you propose we do, Wonder Boy? Get me out of this mess! Save me! I know it's your bloody wet dream." Potter turned and gave an amused snort before turning back to the window. "Get yourself out, Malfoy. I like the view from here and I think I'll stay here a while." Draco sputtered and turned towards another chair and sulked for another half hour before making another complaint. "It's getting hot, what is the weather today!" He leaned back in his chair, fanning himself and tugging at his green and silver tie. "So take off your shirt, wanker. It's getting closer to lunch, so the suns beating down on the castle." Potter had the nerve to shrug, he was only wearing a fitted red and gold Gryffindor shirt and baggy muggle jeans. It didn't look half bad and made his unruly hair look good. Draco was discreetly eying the other boy while shucking off his robes and loosening his tie before tossing that and his shirt over a dusty desk and leaning against the cool stone of the wall opposite from Harry. "Didn't take you for the messy type, Malfoy." Draco shrugged and caught himself grinning before Harry turned around. "Looks can be deceiving and you are quite the presumptuous little bastard if you've thought that after seven years." Potter smirked at that, which was eerie because Potter doesn't smirk! Harry took a moment to let his eyes take in the vision before him. Almost white blonde hair fell to just below a defined jaw. Green eyes lingered on a creamy neck that he'd love to leave a mark on. His eyes fell lower to admire toned muscles from Quidditch, but still elegantly lean and lithe. Harry grinned to see that the blonde's right nipple was pierced with a tasteful silver hoop that brought out the color of his eyes. He tried not to let his eye's widen at the fine trail of hair from his navel that disappeared into his trousers. While Draco looked good in his school uniform, Harry licked his lips at what he must look like without it on. "Hey, Potter, let's play truth or dare to pass the time.” Harry made no qualms about it and turned his chair towards Draco, being broken from his admirations. This could be interesting. "I'll start, Truth or Dare?" Potter seemed to think a minute before answering. "Dare." Bloody Gryffindor. "Fine, I dare you to kiss the ground in front of me. Right there." Draco spat where he was pointing, his saliva mixing with the dusty floor. Harry visually grimaced, but being the brave Gryffindor and never one to back out of a challenge kneeled before Draco and lapped up the saliva and dust in one long stroke of his tongue. He coughed and conjured a glass of water to chase the dust and his enemy's saliva with. Draco grinned as he heard him mutter 'gross' under his breath. "Truth or Dare, git?" Potter's green eyes were now burning with a mix of annoyance and revenge. Draco carefully thought his choice. "Truth.." Fucking Slytherin. "Fine, So what's it like to be the bloody prat who is just another drone in Voldemort's army? A prat who's father is in jail for assistance in the murder of my Godfather.." Potter's voice sounded terse as his question sounded odd in Draco's ears. Draco looked startled at first, words already forming on his lips to protest that he hadn't taken the dark mark yet, that his father would get out sooner or later- no thanks to him, and that Sirius was stock raving mad. Wrong thing to say. Draco didn't have time to breath after he finished his protests before Harry lunged at him, his fist connecting with Draco's jaw with a satisfying pop. He ducked the first blow Draco threw back, but failed to miss the punch to his stomach. Harry grunted in pain and stumbled back. They tumbled about in a fist fight for a few minutes before, somehow unknown to Draco, they both were clutching each other and entwining their tongues in a heated sloppy kiss. Desire practically hung in the air around them as their tongues battled for dominance. Draco pulled away first and shifted himself on Harry so he was straddling him. "Truth or Dare, Potter?" His clouded eyes twinkled. Potter's cheeks were bright pink and he was panting beneath him. He looked like he was having trouble deciding. "Er.. dare..? No, truth. Definitely not dare. Wait--!" Potter was losing his own battle and Draco held up a hand. "Ah, but you already chose dare. So, I dare you to take care of my hard on." He grinned as Potter paled, those green eyes growing wider. "But-wait! Are you saying you just got turned on from that kiss?! You're a pouf!" Potter shrank back, trying to become one with the floor. "Oh, come off it, Potter. You liked it just as much!" To prove his point, Draco rolled his hips so the boy beneath him could feel his growing erection press against his own. Without warning, a soft groan escaped Harry and Draco's mouth watered to taste the brunette again. "Now... Your hands, in my pants, now!" He barked orders at Harry like he was nothing more than a lowly house elf. He couldn't hide his grin when Harry blushed darker, if possible. "B-but! How..? What...Malfoy, you trust me with my fingers around your prick!" Harry was fishing in his head frantically for an excuse. The blonde seemed to consider this a moment before nodding. "You're a Gryffindor, give me your word. Besides-I know you want to." "But I was almost sorted into Slytherin!" Harry seemed hell-bent on getting out from under him but the truth was that if he really wanted to get up, he only had to give a small push- he was, after all, stronger than Draco. After a look from the blonde, he shriveled back against the floor again. "Okay, I promise I wont hurt you.." Harry took in a long breath and let it out as his shaking hands made their way to Draco's waistband, fingers hooking just under the hem. Harry wasn't sure when, but Draco had rolled off of him and was sitting against the stone wall, his knees bent and feet flat on the floor and his legs were spread in a 'V', waiting for Harry. Harry gulped and fumbled with the blonde's belt nervously before unzipping his enemy and pulling out his throbbing hard-on. Green eye's widened, obviously impressed, and idly teased the tip with flicking his thumb over the slit before a muffled noise from the blonde urged him on. After a few seconds, Harry found a steady pace to wank off his enemy, squeezing his fingers and applying pressure to the vein on the underside and twisting his hand with each stroke. Draco was suddenly alive beneath his ministrations, writhing and burying his fingers in Harry's thick mess of hair. Suddenly, the lewd scenarios Harry had only dreamed of suddenly seemed possible and not at all a bad idea. He had no idea he would have this kind of effect on Malfoy. "Fuck, Potter.. Uhnn.." "A-am I doing this okay? It's.. it's kind of awkward from the opposite angle.." Harry gulped nervously when Draco moaned in response, hips bucking frantically into Harry's hand. It didn't take much more before Draco was moaning Harry's name and shooting his white seed all over Harry's hand and his pale stomach. When he recovered he quickly tucked himself away and nearly burst into fits of laughter at the sight of Potter, staring at his spunk on Harry's hands. "Lick it all off and maybe I'll give you a blow job, Potter." He snickered as Harry's eyes widened and he was quick to shove a finger all the way in his mouth and suck it base to tip, face scrunching at the odd taste.

Title: One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, FLOOR! Author: loveless_x Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Warnings: slash,smut,drunk!Draco, slight angst Summary: Late one night, Harry is caught off guard as a very drunk surprise slams him into an alcove of the corridor and then drags him into the Prefect's bathroom. Little did Harry know that his attacker's intentions weren't so unintentional. Maybe his weren't either. ===One Tequilla=== Harry knew he was gay. He'd known for a long time since an experimental summer after fifth year. First he had fantasized about his Gryffindor pals, which he got off on just fine.. for a while. However, to his surprise, when those fantasies bored him he moved on to greener pastures and found himself nearly every other day locked in his room at 12 Grimmauld Place getting off on different scenarios between and his arch nemesis-Draco Malfoy. One particularly rainy afternoon, the dark haired boy was sprawled on his bed and frantically bucking into his own hand. In his mind's eye he saw a wanton Malfoy on his knees in front of him, teasing the dark haired wizard with fingers brushing over his arsehole. The blonde of his fantasy had his chest pressed to the ground and was turning around to grin at him. The sight sent a shiver down Harry's spine and he all but ripped through his enemy-who in turn, cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure when the slightly taller boy's cock hit his prostate. Harry loved his fantasies. Now, in his seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry placed silencing charms on his bed hangings at night-just incase. He was practically falling asleep in his NEWT level potions class when he felt something hit the back of his head and he gave a slight start. He opened one eye and looked over at his already-dozing best friend. Harry sighed and picked up the little origami frog that had jumped it's way onto his desk. Oh, goody, a note from Malfoy dearest. Scarhead-- Keep your slutty boyfriend up too late? Snape will kill you for sleeping in his class AND looking like you're having a wet dream. --Ferret Face Harry smirked. Do I really look that happy when I'm sleeping in here? he thought and jotted down a reply to the blonde wizard on the opposite side of the parchment. Ferret Face-- Aw, thanks for the concern Malfoy. Nice to know you're looking. --Scarhead Harry was almost fond of the insults they called each other. He watched as the paper frog folded itself back up and hopped back to it's owner. Harry counted to ten before turning around and smirking at Malfoy when he finished reading his reply. The blonde simply replied with his famous sneer. "You wish, Potter," he muttered. ===Two Tequilla=== Draco turned over fitfully in sleep, dreaming of the day he met Boy Wonder, Harry Potter. It was so painful when the gangly little brat had refused his hand in friendship. The dagger felt like it was being turned in his heart when he was being turned down for a Weasley. The young wizard grunted in his sleep as his dreams took him down a painful memory lane of all the taunts and teasing he'd shared with the dark haired boy over the past six years of his life. Twist the dagger again. And again, and again. Over the years Harry Potter just hurt him time and time again, and always beating him at practically every damn thing in the wizarding world. Draco turned over again in bed, the sheets now thoroughly tangled in his legs. He grimaced as his memory painfully reminded him of no matter how much The-Boy-Who-Lived hurt him, it didn't change the fact of how much he wanted him in any and all respects. Sadly, after being turned away at the beginning, he did the only thing he knew how to do to keep the boy somewhat constant in his life-taunt and torment him. Yes, it was cruel and selfish, but none the less efficient. He almost enjoyed it as he taunted Potter and seeing those green eyes flicker with rage. It still didn't change the fact that he wanted to see those eyes flicker with several other emotions, including passion, kindness, lust, and most of all love. Draco Malfoy sat up in bed, frustrated, sweating, and in dire need of a drink to calm himself. He drug himself out of bed and fished in Theodore Nott's trunk quietly for a few minutes, emerging with a half full bottle of firewhiskey. Silently thanking his dorm mate, he turned and walked from the Slytherin common room and into the corridors of the Hogwarts. ===Three Tequilla=== Harry couldn't sleep, yet again. He guessed that since he was always so prone to horrible, morbid nightmares that he developed a sort of insomnia. So, at nights he strolled the dark halls of the castle. He didn't have his maurader's map but he did have his invisibility cloak with him incase he needed to duck into an alcove. The dark haired boy checked his watch: 3:24 am. He doubted even Filch's god-awful cat was awake at this hour. He walked around a bit more, falling into incoherent thought. Funny, I thought insomniacs had amazing philosophy after having peace to think in. Draco was just rounding the corner when he saw a dazed looking Harry Potter walking towards him. He dove into an alcove, peeking out to be sure that 1) he wasn't dreaming, and 2) that Potter hadn't seen him. Check, check. He wasn't dreaming. Harry Potter was wandering the halls late in the night, looking dazed and vulnerable and so damn sexy! Before Harry reached the alcove, Draco threw back two more swigs of firewhiskey. He was pretty smashed, and holding himself together quite nicely. The blonde waited, looking similar to a cat before it pounced on its prey, before flinging himself at Harry and pushed the dark haired boy against the opposite wall of the corridor. At first Harry looked startled, then his expression grew to confusion. He must have bad night vision.. Good. "I..ah..What? Er- who is that?" Harry stuttered after being pinned to the wall. Whoever his attacker was, they must be thoroughly drunk to have that heavy a scent of firewhiskey on their breath. He was still pretty damn confused about what was going on, but he tried to take on a stern voice anyway."W-what do you think you are doing wandering the halls this late! You are going to be in a heap of trouble!" A funny grin graced the blonde as he dropped the empty bottle of alcohol and let his slender fingers brush along the brunette's wrists, rubbing soothingly before gently pulling his wrists up and pressing them to the cold stone with a gentle firmness and rolled his hips into Harry to further pin him to the wall. Harry, in turn, made more sputtering noises of confusion and they were giving the blonde a headache. His cloudy eyes flashed up to meet green ones before he closed the distance between them. Okay. Now Harry was really confused. Who the hell thought they could pin Harry against a wall, play with his wrists like that, roll their hips with their obvious growing erection into his hips, and then bloody kiss him. It was a nice kiss though.. sweet and tender, but hinting at desire. When the kisser's tongue brushed along Harry's bottom lip and nibbled on it, Harry opened his mouth and pulled the tongue into his mouth. The pair shared a deep kiss of battling tongues, each tasting every inch of the other's mouth before the attacker pulled away-panting slightly. He, well obviously it's a he if he has a hard on, pressed his hips into Harry's again. The dark haired boy thought he saw a flash of white teeth in a smile when he emitted a quiet moan. "I want you, Potter," the whispered voice cut through the sound of their breathing. Wait. I know that voice, even when slurred! Harry's eyebrows quickly raised and disappeared into his hair. "M-Malfoy?" He all but choked as his body tensed and he tried to become one with the wall. He pressed harder against the stone when he heard his nemesis laugh in a creepy drunk sort of way. "Y-you're um.. you're drunk! Come, now, Malfoy. Just, um.. Go back to your dorm cause you're drunk. You'll forget in the morning that incredible kiss we just shared." Harry's eyes widened at his own words, and had his wrists not been pinned he would of clamped both hands over his mouth. I hope he has memory loss when he wakes up with hangovers...He just admitted how much he liked that kiss, even more knowing it was his fantasy in the flesh. Malfoy just grinned wider and pressed his hips into Harry's again and god damnit if he didn't want to pounce on him and ravish the drunk boy right there in the corridor. The blonde shook his head and grabbed Harry's hand, pulling him away from the wall and leading him down the corridor. "Mm, no, Potter. I want you. And I always get what I want," Draco's voice was low and husky as he looked back at Harry and led him through the castle til they reached the Prefect's bathroom. "Dragon Snare," Harry spoke absently, not realizing that he'd just given the password of the bathroom, and stared back at his gray-eyed counterpart. "You what?" Draco gave Harry an odd look, who just said "Ron" before dragging the blonde into the bathroom. Tables turned as Draco was now the one pressed against the tiled wall. Before he thought about what he was doing, Harry pressed his lips to the blonde's and their tongues danced again after Malfoy had immediately parted his lips. The shorter wizard that was pinned moaned into the kiss and insistently pressed his erection into the Gryffindor's own growing erection. He was rewarded with one of the dark haired boy's hands to snake over his body, tweaking one of his nipples and teasing it before finding it's way into Draco's pajama pants. Harry was subjected to another moan as his fingers curled around the blonde's cock and rubbed gently. ===FLOOR=== They broke the kiss, both wizards panting, and Harry's eyes met Draco's. Neither spoke for a moment, save for the blonde's random cries of extacy when Harry started to pump his hand up and down his cock. Harry pulled his hand away for half of a second to spit in it and returned to his ministrations. Draco was clingling to his shoulders, his knees shaking with desire. "Oh, bloody hell, Potter..." The blonde cried as he bucked up into Harry's hand. Draco snaked a hand around the back of Harry's neck and pulled him to him in a searing kiss that left them both panting again. "Can I trust you with a secret?" Harry asked, a serious expression gracing his features but Draco saw the desire burning in those green eyes and he thought he might come right then. He nodded, squeezing the brunette's shoulder when he twisted his hand in his ministrations. Harry grinned slightly and leaned in towards his enemy, nibbling on his ear and blowing on it before whispering, "I've been fantasizing about you when I wanked since the summer before sixth year." Draco gave a throaty groan in reply and went weak at the knees, sliding down the tile wall. Harry looked down at him with a smirk. The blonde looked up to Harry and turned the tables again with a pounce. Now he was straddling the brunette and ripping off his oversized t-shirt. Harry grinned and pulled him in for another kiss as the blond worked at stripping off his pants and boxers. Draco grinned as he held up the boxers. "Green, Potter? Got a Slytherin fetish?" "I was almost sorted into Slytherin, y'know." Harry returned with a smirk and unbuttoned the blonde's night shirt before stripping him of his pajama pants as well, and then his red boxers. Harry laughed and held the boxers up. "Red, Malfoy? Got a Gryffindor fetish?" Malfoy replied by sliding his hands over Harry's chest before sliding both their now very hard cocks together, the friction causing both boys to jump at the sensations of pleasure that shot through them both. Draco repeated the action three or four times before he was rolled off of the top and pinned to the cool tiled floor, a very lusty looking Harry Potter easing his legs apart and grinning at him. As he fisted the blonde's cock again, Harry leaned forward and flicked his tongue over one of his nipples before taking it into his mouth and pulling with a slight tug of his teeth. He grinned at Draco one more time before dragging his tongue over every inch of the lithe boy beneath him from nipples to that fine line of hair beneath his navel. "Let's see if you're as slutty and loud as you are in my fantasies, crying out my name and the like." Harry's grin widened even more at the second throaty groan he got out of Draco that evening. Harry teased the tip of the blonde's cock for a moment, flicking out his tongue, before swallowing his nemesis until his lips brushed the base. Harry had good practice with ice lollies, and Draco loved it. "Fuck.. Christ, Potter... ah.. where did you, oh gods, learn that!" He questioned between gasps. His slender fingers buried themselves in the brunette's hair and tugged slightly. The dark haired boy answered him, but he couldn't understand it and it came out as a mumble around his cock that vibrated and sent tremors down his spine. His hips bucked up into Harry's mouth and the dark haired boy swallowed him further, if that was possible. Draco had the fleeting thought that he was literally down Harry's throat. Mmmm, he deep throats.. Draco lifted his head slightly to look down at the green eyed boy and grinned at the sight he saw. Only in his dreams did he imagine such a sexy, wanton Potter. Never did he imagine that in the drunken state he was in and wandering the halls late in the night that he would end up in the Prefect's bathroom getting the best blow job he'd ever received in his life from Harry Potter. That thought fled his mind too as Harry sucked hard and dragged his tongue up the underside of Draco's throbbing cock. He ached for release and Potter nearly had him there. The blonde looked down again to see the brunette bobbing his head and swirling his tongue, which earned him a buck of the hips and a groan from the blonde. "Oh, Christ, Harry...Harry, oh..oh.." The blonde's every muscle tensed as he arched his lower back off the cool tiles and came hard down Harry's throat, who sucked him dry and grinned at what he was hearing from the blonde. "HARRY!" Was the final orgasmic moan he heard from Draco before lifting his head to glance up at the blonde and place kisses on his stomach. He still had to take care of something. Draco, after gaining back his drunk senses, wobbled slightly as he pounced on Potter. Harry grinned up at him. Ah, it's like you read my thoughts.. Draco was seizing his mouth again in another searing kiss. He leaned back, still straddling Harry, and thoroughly wet his fingers before pressing them into his entrance and loosening himself for Harry. He made a scissor motion with two fingers and added a third, counting to ten before spitting in his hand and stroking Harry's cock, who in turn gave a pleasured "Mmmm." Draco positioned himself, Harry placing his hands on his hips, and slowly pushed back against the brunette's cock. Once the tip was in he paused to adjust and then went a little further, each time pausing to adjust before he felt something pressing against his prostate because he was suddenly shaking with pleasure. Harry groaned from beneath him, pulling out slightly and bucking into that spot again. He repeated this several times while muttering to Draco, "Oh god.. you're so.. fucking...tight..Mmm, oh so good.. Draco, you slut.." Draco had been studying Harry's face and when he saw he was close, he clenched his muscles even tighter around Harry's cock which caused the boy fucking him to buck into him and groan his name as he climaxed and shot his seed deep into Draco's arse. After recovering from his orgasm, Harry looked up and smiled at Draco. "You're my first time..." Draco looked dumbstruck and the mix of sexual activities, alcohol in his system, and the time caused him to fall sideways, hitting the ground with a smack. His thought process was "Holy shit, I was Potter's first?! One tequilla... two tequilla... three tequilla.." SMACK. Floor. =End=