Harry sighed, a faint smile on his lips as he made his was down the hall. It had been a very strange encounter with Parkinson, but one that left him feeling better than usual. It was nice to know that the girl didn't totally hate him and would probably help them in the long run with their project if they got along.
He shook his head as he thought of the petite girl, once again threatening him as they parted ways, chuckling softly. He hoped eventually that they could be friends because if he could manage that, he could probably manage being okay with Malfoy too.
He pushed the door open, hoping that Draco hadn't found his wand, only to find that the other boy had. And had ruined his side of the room in the process. He caught the end of Draco's monologue and smirked, finding himself more amused, rather than angry, as he leaned against the door jam, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Really?" Harry smirked, stepping into the room, the door closing behind him. "Because I was pretty sure I just heard you playing me. I honestly thought you'd be the last person ever to do that," he stated with a chuckle.
Harry let out of guttural sound when he felt Malfoy's nails dig into his hips and let his head fall back onto the bed, giving Malfoy better access to his neck. The guy knew how to use his lips that was for sure.
Harry took a deep breath and pushed his hand into Malfoy's boxers, feeling the heavy weight of cock in his hand, flesh pressed to flesh, the head dripping with pre-come. Harry groaned and wrapped his fingers around the hard length, slowly running his palm up and down the shaft. He bucked his hips upwards, biting his lip as his other hand continued to knead and massage Malfoy's ass.
"Merlin," he groaned, when Draco's teeth scrapped at a sensitive spot behind his ear, making up buck up harder into the welcoming heat of the hard body above him.
Draco gasped and bit down harder than he intended when Potter's hand slipped down his boxers. Hopefully that wouldn't leave a mark. He then shifted slightly in order to return the favour as well as to give Potter better access.
His mind was repeatedly telling him that it was a bad idea, but when Potter squeezed his length a certain way he was lost again.
He slid his hand up Potter's shirt and across his chest before moving it back down towards his pants and slipping it inside.
Harry bit his lip yet again to hold back another groan and his eyes rolled back up into his head as Malfoy's hand delved into his pants. He groaned yet again, his hand stilling for a moment.
He growled, batting away Malfoy's hand and maneuvering both of them until Harry had both of their cocks in his hand. He groaned, pumping his fist up and down, pressing both appendages together in delicious friction.
"Fuck, Draco," he groaned as he bucked up into his hand in time with Malfoy's own thrusts.
Draco buried his face in Potter's neck when the other boy took control. The raw feeling of Potter against him was something he couldn't describe. It felt amazing, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He continued moving against Potter as if his life depended on it. And in some twisted way it probably did.
Unable to hold himself together any longer, Draco let himself go, biting Potter's shoulder as he came.
Blaise had had it with his retarded Hufflepuff. Honestly, Thomas was basket case. Why didn't he want to spend every single second praising Blaise like the rest of humanity? What was it with ground rules and sides of the room and See-Saw being restrained?
Blaise pouted as he walked down the hall. He needed someone who would lend a shoulder for him to cry on. Or someone who had been beatdown at an early age and no longer thought to push him away. Someone like Draco.
He pushed at Draco's dorm door and was surprised to find it locked. He pouted some more.
"Dracoooooo, let me in before I die from exposure to Hufflepuffs and their incompetence," he cried out. "Do you want me dead? I don't want me dead. Dracooooooo."
Draco was basking in the afterglow, head buried in Potter's shoulder when he heard a very familiar voice through the door. Eyes wide, he jumped off of the bed and pulled up his pants in one swift motion.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Just give me a moment, Zabini," Draco called through the door, pointly avoiding looking at the man who had just... Ugh. Draco didn't even want to think about that.
Harry sat up in bed, confused and sort of angry that his afterglow had been disrupted as he watched Draco grab his pants and shuck them on.
"Wait. What?" he asked, looking over at the door which was locked. Thank Merlin. Wait, had he locked it earlier when he came in? Fuck it.
"Ignore him and come back here," he groused, realizing that Blaise was standing outside the door. Really Harry didn't care. He just wanted Malfoy back on top of him as he was really hoping to continue what they had been doing earlier.
Blaise waited patiently when he heard Draco call out. And you know, he was really well known for his patience. Well, more like his impatience, but five seconds was plenty of time to pick up your wand and flick a spell at the door. He started knocking.
"Dracoooooooo, seriously. This is my hour of need. What kind of friend are you, anyway? You're supposed to be there for me when I need help, and I definitely need you right now! Draco, come on, hurry up. This is getting ridiculous.@
Blaise started pouting at the door. If they had been in his manor, the door probably would have felt sorry for his sad face and popped open. However, apparently Akashic doors were unfeeling slabs of wood and didn't care about his sad faces.
He pouted some more before forlornly calling out Draco's name again.
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He shook his head as he thought of the petite girl, once again threatening him as they parted ways, chuckling softly. He hoped eventually that they could be friends because if he could manage that, he could probably manage being okay with Malfoy too.
He pushed the door open, hoping that Draco hadn't found his wand, only to find that the other boy had. And had ruined his side of the room in the process. He caught the end of Draco's monologue and smirked, finding himself more amused, rather than angry, as he leaned against the door jam, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I do not sound that that, Malfoy."
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After a few moments, he lowered the wand and hid it behind his back.
"I have no idea what you're taking about, Potter," Draco stated calmly.
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"Next to Voldemort of course."
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"You must have been dreaming Potter. I had no idea you had such elaborate fantasies about me."
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Harry took a deep breath and pushed his hand into Malfoy's boxers, feeling the heavy weight of cock in his hand, flesh pressed to flesh, the head dripping with pre-come. Harry groaned and wrapped his fingers around the hard length, slowly running his palm up and down the shaft. He bucked his hips upwards, biting his lip as his other hand continued to knead and massage Malfoy's ass.
"Merlin," he groaned, when Draco's teeth scrapped at a sensitive spot behind his ear, making up buck up harder into the welcoming heat of the hard body above him.
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His mind was repeatedly telling him that it was a bad idea, but when Potter squeezed his length a certain way he was lost again.
He slid his hand up Potter's shirt and across his chest before moving it back down towards his pants and slipping it inside.
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He growled, batting away Malfoy's hand and maneuvering both of them until Harry had both of their cocks in his hand. He groaned, pumping his fist up and down, pressing both appendages together in delicious friction.
"Fuck, Draco," he groaned as he bucked up into his hand in time with Malfoy's own thrusts.
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Unable to hold himself together any longer, Draco let himself go, biting Potter's shoulder as he came.
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Blaise pouted as he walked down the hall. He needed someone who would lend a shoulder for him to cry on. Or someone who had been beatdown at an early age and no longer thought to push him away. Someone like Draco.
He pushed at Draco's dorm door and was surprised to find it locked. He pouted some more.
"Dracoooooo, let me in before I die from exposure to Hufflepuffs and their incompetence," he cried out. "Do you want me dead? I don't want me dead. Dracooooooo."
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Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Just give me a moment, Zabini," Draco called through the door, pointly avoiding looking at the man who had just... Ugh. Draco didn't even want to think about that.
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"Wait. What?" he asked, looking over at the door which was locked. Thank Merlin. Wait, had he locked it earlier when he came in? Fuck it.
"Ignore him and come back here," he groused, realizing that Blaise was standing outside the door. Really Harry didn't care. He just wanted Malfoy back on top of him as he was really hoping to continue what they had been doing earlier.
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"Dracoooooooo, seriously. This is my hour of need. What kind of friend are you, anyway? You're supposed to be there for me when I need help, and I definitely need you right now! Draco, come on, hurry up. This is getting ridiculous.@
Blaise started pouting at the door. If they had been in his manor, the door probably would have felt sorry for his sad face and popped open. However, apparently Akashic doors were unfeeling slabs of wood and didn't care about his sad faces.
He pouted some more before forlornly calling out Draco's name again.
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