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Title: No Cupcake for You.
Author: Erica
Rating: B for blowjobs! And C for overuse of the word cupcake. Hehee.
Summary: Harry doesn’t get a cupcake. :-[
“Yes, yes, gather ‘round!” Draco Malfoy called out to his classmates. They were in Potions and he’d just received a rather sweet gift from his mother.
“Mr. Malfoy, may I ask why you’ve disrupted my class?” Professor Snape asked, expression bored as always.
“Mother has sent me treats, I want to pass them out,” said Draco, rummaging through the box to pull out said treats.
Snape sniffed before turning around and walking back to his desk. He sat and watched the scene play out before. Draco, who was mumbling to himself about some ‘stupid Gryffindors’ pulled out a box full of cupcakes.
“Malfoy has cupcakes?” Ron asked, scooting closer to the boy.
Draco sighed and turned to Ron, a wicked grin on his face, “Yes, Weasley, does your mom deprive you of food too?”
“Actually, Draco,” Blaise Zabini spoke up, sliding out of his seat behind Draco to stand beside the boy. He threw an arm around him and smiled, “His mom is a rather good cook.”
“How would you know?” Draco sneered, pulling out more cupcakes. Why the hell did his mom make all of these things? Yes, he was a growing boy but he surely wasn’t going to eat all of those.
“Well,” Blaise drawled, “I met her one day and-”
“Yes, great, fabulous, I don’t care!” Draco curtly cut him off, plucking the other boys arm off of him.
Blaise sighed and thoughtfully began helping Draco pass out the cupcakes to his fellow Slytherins. Draco didn’t seem too happy to be doing it either, until he read the note from his mother:
Yes, Draco, there are some for the Gryffindors and Harry Potter.
He scoffed, “Gryffindors and Potter my arse.”
Not noticing Ron was hovering over his shoulder, he yelped when the boy reached over him and snatched one of the cupcakes off of the platter and stuffed it into his mouth, dropping crumbs on the front of his robes.
“Ugh, Weasley!” He scowled, “Can’t you eat properly?”
Ron just smiled, cream all over his mouth.
“Well, I guess since this miscreant has soiled them, I might as well give the rest of you one as well.” Draco glared at them all before allowing them to come up. He turned his nose up at them all when he realized how many of them it was. When it got down to Potter, who happened to be the last person in class, Draco swiftly grabbed up the last cupcake.
“Don’t want one do you, Potter?” He asked, pushing it in and out of Potter’s face.
Everyone turned to look at Snape who was still watching, just smirking this time around. Draco was his godson and his favorite and he really could think up so many reasons as to why he loved the boy. He was truly brilliant.
Seeing Potter wasn’t going to answer him, Draco held it in his face hoping Potter would take the bait and actually reach for the cupcake only so he could yank it back.
He still didn’t do anything.
Draco mentally stomped his foot, slowly turning to Ron, but still looking at Potter.
“Fine then, if you don’t want it, I can give it to Weasley here.” Before he could fully turn around, Ron had already eagerly picked the cupcake from his hand.
Ron --who really wanted the cupcake-- was debating whether he should or shouldn’t give the tasty little treat to Harry, his best friend. He sighed, it’d only be the right thing. He smiled at Harry and extended the cupcake out to him only to have his arm pulled back. He turned to the icy glare of Malfoy.
“You give that to him and I will see to it that you choke and die.”
Ron shrugged at Harry with an apologetic half-smile before stuffing his face once again.
“Oh! Weasley and Potter just got owned!” Pansy Parkinson giggled, happily taking baby bites from her own treat.
No one, not even the Gryffindors could ignore that and began laughing. It was only for a few seconds, because Snape eventually got bored and stood up to pick up where he left off.
“I better not see any trash on my floor,” He warned, glaring at Harry, the only person who had nothing to leave on his floor.
~*~
Harry gloomily walked through the hallways. Thinking about Malfoy and the cupcake. He really wanted that cupcake, it was scrumptious looking. He wasn’t going to give Malfoy the benefit of knowing that though, he would’ve laughed at him and then still give it to Ron.
Ron. Damn him for eating the thing, he could’ve like threw it in Malfoy’s face or something. Or just not have been scared of the git at all. Harry would’ve backed him up, eventually.
Why was he thinking about this anyway? He had better things to do, like homework maybe. Listening to Hermione go on about all the reasons why he should always study was better than thinking about the cupcake.. and Malfoy.
So, maybe thinking about Malfoy wasn’t the best thing to do. Because there he was, leaning against the wall, with a half-eaten cupcake and a full cupcake!
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Malfoy,” He said, menacing-like.
Malfoy looked up at him and smirked before biting another piece off of his half-eaten cupcake. “Mmm, Potter.”
“What are you doing out here?” Harry asked, trying not to look at the cupcake, or the way Malfoy threw his head back while chewing.
Malfoy held up the cupcakes with a smile, “Eating a treat or two.”
“Malfoy, that’s really mean.” You know I want that cupcake!
“Potter, do you honestly think I care?” Malfoy chuckled, “I mean, it’s you, I don’t care about you.”
“Well, it’s not like I care about you either.”
“Come here,” Malfoy leered, licking cream off of his fingers.
Harry, for some unknown reason, went. Pfft. He thought he was going to get himself a cupcake, instead he got a handful of Malfoy. Harry spluttered and swatted at Malfoy’s sticky fingers when the boy pressed them to his mouth. Harry was so not about to lick his fingers for him. That’s what his own damn tongue is for.
“You’re more worried about my hands in your face than your hand on my crotch?” Malfoy emphasized, grabbing Harry’s hands and bringing it to his crotch spot. He thrust against Harry, letting his erection be known.
“Lets not be nasty, Malfoy,” said Harry, snatching back his hand and rubbing it on the front of Malfoy’s shirt. He gasped when he realized that Malfoy wasn’t even wearing a shirt anymore. “What happened to your shirt?” He asked, backing away.
“I never had one on.”
“Yeah. You did.”
“No. I didn’t. You were just to fixated by my tasty cupcake to notice.”
Harry groaned. Why did Malfoy have to be so right? That was it, he was going to get that cupcake whether Malfoy liked it or not. If he had to hex the other boy into next week then so be it, he would!
“Can I have that one?” Harry gestured to the cupcake Malfoy was carelessly holding at his side.
“If I give it you will you let me do something to you?”
“Maybe..” Harry responded cautiously.
“Okay!” Malfoy said happily and dropped to his knees. He thrust the cupcake up towards Harry’s face, waiting for him to take it.
Harry hesitantly took the cupcake.
“What are you doing, Malfoy?”
“You’ll see,” Malfoy simply told him before launching at Harry’s belt buckle.
Harry --who was suddenly having difficulty breathing at the sight of Malfoy on his knees for him-- tried to focus on his cupcake, shakily bringing it to his mouth to lick it. He didn’t get it that far before Malfoy’s hands brushed over his erection that just happened to come out of no where which resulted in him smudging the cream all over his chin. Harry was in no way aroused by this horrible display of affection. Not at all, nope.
“Malfoy!” Harry exclaimed, pushing back on the other boys shoulder.
Malfoy sighed, “Just eat your cupcake, Potter.”
So, Harry tried again. He slowly brought the cupcake to his mouth, wanting to scream with joy when he actually tasted that delicious sweetness. It was like strawberry, and something else that did not involve Malfoy’s hand on his cock!
“Hey now!” He jumped a bit.
Malfoy, being Malfoy, so very rudely ignored Harry’s protest for him to stop and started stroking his cock. Harry’s done this to himself before though, all he has to do is pretend that Malfoy’s hand is his hand and imagine that this sexy blonde on his knees is Ginny, who‘s a girl. Not a boy.
There was a cool breeze, a cool breeze that seemed to only affect his cock and Harry shivered. It was only then did he realize Malfoy had his tongue on his penis! Malfoy was licking his thing! Forgetting the oh so mouth-watering cupcake, Harry watched Malfoy who was really suppose to be Ginny in his mind. He watched as the other boy licked the underside of his cock before taking in his tongue and uh, savoring the taste or something like that? Didn’t matter, Harry was groaning and he’d involuntary put his hand in Malfoy’s hair, urging the other boy forward again. His cock nudging against the other boys lips.
Malfoy excepted the nudging and opened his mouth, letting Harry slip inside. It felt good, and when something felt good, Harry wanted more. He lifted his hips pushing farther into Malfoy’s mouth and that caused Malfoy to place his hands on Harry’s hips and push him back. Malfoy backed off a bit, sucking only on the head of Harry’s cock. Harry smacked his lips, getting impatient, but Malfoy wasn’t letting him budge.
Malfoy pulled off again. “There’s a reason I’m holding you like this,” He began, “One, I don’t want you to choke me with that thing and two is this,” He leaned forward and engulfed Harry’s whole cock.
Harry didn’t know what to do. His hand was still tangled in Malfoy’s hair, but it wasn’t enough! This was magnificent! Harry squirmed when Malfoy opened up his throat and took in as much of him as he could. Which was a lot. Harry wasn’t complaining. He could practically feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of Malfoy’s throat! He tightened his hand in Malfoy’s hair and braced the other up against the wall. This blowjob could be the death of him. Especially watching Malfoy’s head bob up and down the way it was, especially Malfoy’s hand easing between his legs to fondle and play with his balls.
Malfoy backed off again, leaving his hand between Harry’s legs, letting the other stroke him for a bit. Harry groaned as the strokes started becoming frantic and he was so fucking close it hurt. Malfoy obviously had some telekinetic powers or something, because his mouth was on Harry again. He was swirling his tongue around the tip of Harry’s cock, probing the slit from time to time. Harry didn’t need to tell Malfoy this wasn’t enough, because Malfoy swallowed him up, deep-throating him all over again.
The minute Malfoy’s hands were off his hips, Harry thrust forward and Malfoy was ready for him. He let Harry get in as far as he pleased and Harry was impressed when that didn’t trigger Malfoy’s gag reflex.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He was coming, coming down Malfoy’s throat, Malfoy who took it all. Harry watched, fascinated, as Malfoy sucked him dry. This was definitely something he could get use to. Malfoy gave his cock one more lick before falling back on his butt and grinning up at Harry.
“Cupcake and a blowjob at the same time, your life is complete I assume?” Draco asked, rubbing his own erection through his jeans.
Harry dropped down beside him, reaching for Malfoy’s zipper.
“You have no idea.”
WHERE WAS HIS CUPCAKE?!
Author: Erica
Rating: B for blowjobs! And C for overuse of the word cupcake. Hehee.
Summary: Harry doesn’t get a cupcake. :-[
“Yes, yes, gather ‘round!” Draco Malfoy called out to his classmates. They were in Potions and he’d just received a rather sweet gift from his mother.
“Mr. Malfoy, may I ask why you’ve disrupted my class?” Professor Snape asked, expression bored as always.
“Mother has sent me treats, I want to pass them out,” said Draco, rummaging through the box to pull out said treats.
Snape sniffed before turning around and walking back to his desk. He sat and watched the scene play out before. Draco, who was mumbling to himself about some ‘stupid Gryffindors’ pulled out a box full of cupcakes.
“Malfoy has cupcakes?” Ron asked, scooting closer to the boy.
Draco sighed and turned to Ron, a wicked grin on his face, “Yes, Weasley, does your mom deprive you of food too?”
“Actually, Draco,” Blaise Zabini spoke up, sliding out of his seat behind Draco to stand beside the boy. He threw an arm around him and smiled, “His mom is a rather good cook.”
“How would you know?” Draco sneered, pulling out more cupcakes. Why the hell did his mom make all of these things? Yes, he was a growing boy but he surely wasn’t going to eat all of those.
“Well,” Blaise drawled, “I met her one day and-”
“Yes, great, fabulous, I don’t care!” Draco curtly cut him off, plucking the other boys arm off of him.
Blaise sighed and thoughtfully began helping Draco pass out the cupcakes to his fellow Slytherins. Draco didn’t seem too happy to be doing it either, until he read the note from his mother:
Yes, Draco, there are some for the Gryffindors and Harry Potter.
He scoffed, “Gryffindors and Potter my arse.”
Not noticing Ron was hovering over his shoulder, he yelped when the boy reached over him and snatched one of the cupcakes off of the platter and stuffed it into his mouth, dropping crumbs on the front of his robes.
“Ugh, Weasley!” He scowled, “Can’t you eat properly?”
Ron just smiled, cream all over his mouth.
“Well, I guess since this miscreant has soiled them, I might as well give the rest of you one as well.” Draco glared at them all before allowing them to come up. He turned his nose up at them all when he realized how many of them it was. When it got down to Potter, who happened to be the last person in class, Draco swiftly grabbed up the last cupcake.
“Don’t want one do you, Potter?” He asked, pushing it in and out of Potter’s face.
Everyone turned to look at Snape who was still watching, just smirking this time around. Draco was his godson and his favorite and he really could think up so many reasons as to why he loved the boy. He was truly brilliant.
Seeing Potter wasn’t going to answer him, Draco held it in his face hoping Potter would take the bait and actually reach for the cupcake only so he could yank it back.
He still didn’t do anything.
Draco mentally stomped his foot, slowly turning to Ron, but still looking at Potter.
“Fine then, if you don’t want it, I can give it to Weasley here.” Before he could fully turn around, Ron had already eagerly picked the cupcake from his hand.
Ron --who really wanted the cupcake-- was debating whether he should or shouldn’t give the tasty little treat to Harry, his best friend. He sighed, it’d only be the right thing. He smiled at Harry and extended the cupcake out to him only to have his arm pulled back. He turned to the icy glare of Malfoy.
“You give that to him and I will see to it that you choke and die.”
Ron shrugged at Harry with an apologetic half-smile before stuffing his face once again.
“Oh! Weasley and Potter just got owned!” Pansy Parkinson giggled, happily taking baby bites from her own treat.
No one, not even the Gryffindors could ignore that and began laughing. It was only for a few seconds, because Snape eventually got bored and stood up to pick up where he left off.
“I better not see any trash on my floor,” He warned, glaring at Harry, the only person who had nothing to leave on his floor.
~*~
Harry gloomily walked through the hallways. Thinking about Malfoy and the cupcake. He really wanted that cupcake, it was scrumptious looking. He wasn’t going to give Malfoy the benefit of knowing that though, he would’ve laughed at him and then still give it to Ron.
Ron. Damn him for eating the thing, he could’ve like threw it in Malfoy’s face or something. Or just not have been scared of the git at all. Harry would’ve backed him up, eventually.
Why was he thinking about this anyway? He had better things to do, like homework maybe. Listening to Hermione go on about all the reasons why he should always study was better than thinking about the cupcake.. and Malfoy.
So, maybe thinking about Malfoy wasn’t the best thing to do. Because there he was, leaning against the wall, with a half-eaten cupcake and a full cupcake!
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Malfoy,” He said, menacing-like.
Malfoy looked up at him and smirked before biting another piece off of his half-eaten cupcake. “Mmm, Potter.”
“What are you doing out here?” Harry asked, trying not to look at the cupcake, or the way Malfoy threw his head back while chewing.
Malfoy held up the cupcakes with a smile, “Eating a treat or two.”
“Malfoy, that’s really mean.” You know I want that cupcake!
“Potter, do you honestly think I care?” Malfoy chuckled, “I mean, it’s you, I don’t care about you.”
“Well, it’s not like I care about you either.”
“Come here,” Malfoy leered, licking cream off of his fingers.
Harry, for some unknown reason, went. Pfft. He thought he was going to get himself a cupcake, instead he got a handful of Malfoy. Harry spluttered and swatted at Malfoy’s sticky fingers when the boy pressed them to his mouth. Harry was so not about to lick his fingers for him. That’s what his own damn tongue is for.
“You’re more worried about my hands in your face than your hand on my crotch?” Malfoy emphasized, grabbing Harry’s hands and bringing it to his crotch spot. He thrust against Harry, letting his erection be known.
“Lets not be nasty, Malfoy,” said Harry, snatching back his hand and rubbing it on the front of Malfoy’s shirt. He gasped when he realized that Malfoy wasn’t even wearing a shirt anymore. “What happened to your shirt?” He asked, backing away.
“I never had one on.”
“Yeah. You did.”
“No. I didn’t. You were just to fixated by my tasty cupcake to notice.”
Harry groaned. Why did Malfoy have to be so right? That was it, he was going to get that cupcake whether Malfoy liked it or not. If he had to hex the other boy into next week then so be it, he would!
“Can I have that one?” Harry gestured to the cupcake Malfoy was carelessly holding at his side.
“If I give it you will you let me do something to you?”
“Maybe..” Harry responded cautiously.
“Okay!” Malfoy said happily and dropped to his knees. He thrust the cupcake up towards Harry’s face, waiting for him to take it.
Harry hesitantly took the cupcake.
“What are you doing, Malfoy?”
“You’ll see,” Malfoy simply told him before launching at Harry’s belt buckle.
Harry --who was suddenly having difficulty breathing at the sight of Malfoy on his knees for him-- tried to focus on his cupcake, shakily bringing it to his mouth to lick it. He didn’t get it that far before Malfoy’s hands brushed over his erection that just happened to come out of no where which resulted in him smudging the cream all over his chin. Harry was in no way aroused by this horrible display of affection. Not at all, nope.
“Malfoy!” Harry exclaimed, pushing back on the other boys shoulder.
Malfoy sighed, “Just eat your cupcake, Potter.”
So, Harry tried again. He slowly brought the cupcake to his mouth, wanting to scream with joy when he actually tasted that delicious sweetness. It was like strawberry, and something else that did not involve Malfoy’s hand on his cock!
“Hey now!” He jumped a bit.
Malfoy, being Malfoy, so very rudely ignored Harry’s protest for him to stop and started stroking his cock. Harry’s done this to himself before though, all he has to do is pretend that Malfoy’s hand is his hand and imagine that this sexy blonde on his knees is Ginny, who‘s a girl. Not a boy.
There was a cool breeze, a cool breeze that seemed to only affect his cock and Harry shivered. It was only then did he realize Malfoy had his tongue on his penis! Malfoy was licking his thing! Forgetting the oh so mouth-watering cupcake, Harry watched Malfoy who was really suppose to be Ginny in his mind. He watched as the other boy licked the underside of his cock before taking in his tongue and uh, savoring the taste or something like that? Didn’t matter, Harry was groaning and he’d involuntary put his hand in Malfoy’s hair, urging the other boy forward again. His cock nudging against the other boys lips.
Malfoy excepted the nudging and opened his mouth, letting Harry slip inside. It felt good, and when something felt good, Harry wanted more. He lifted his hips pushing farther into Malfoy’s mouth and that caused Malfoy to place his hands on Harry’s hips and push him back. Malfoy backed off a bit, sucking only on the head of Harry’s cock. Harry smacked his lips, getting impatient, but Malfoy wasn’t letting him budge.
Malfoy pulled off again. “There’s a reason I’m holding you like this,” He began, “One, I don’t want you to choke me with that thing and two is this,” He leaned forward and engulfed Harry’s whole cock.
Harry didn’t know what to do. His hand was still tangled in Malfoy’s hair, but it wasn’t enough! This was magnificent! Harry squirmed when Malfoy opened up his throat and took in as much of him as he could. Which was a lot. Harry wasn’t complaining. He could practically feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of Malfoy’s throat! He tightened his hand in Malfoy’s hair and braced the other up against the wall. This blowjob could be the death of him. Especially watching Malfoy’s head bob up and down the way it was, especially Malfoy’s hand easing between his legs to fondle and play with his balls.
Malfoy backed off again, leaving his hand between Harry’s legs, letting the other stroke him for a bit. Harry groaned as the strokes started becoming frantic and he was so fucking close it hurt. Malfoy obviously had some telekinetic powers or something, because his mouth was on Harry again. He was swirling his tongue around the tip of Harry’s cock, probing the slit from time to time. Harry didn’t need to tell Malfoy this wasn’t enough, because Malfoy swallowed him up, deep-throating him all over again.
The minute Malfoy’s hands were off his hips, Harry thrust forward and Malfoy was ready for him. He let Harry get in as far as he pleased and Harry was impressed when that didn’t trigger Malfoy’s gag reflex.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He was coming, coming down Malfoy’s throat, Malfoy who took it all. Harry watched, fascinated, as Malfoy sucked him dry. This was definitely something he could get use to. Malfoy gave his cock one more lick before falling back on his butt and grinning up at Harry.
“Cupcake and a blowjob at the same time, your life is complete I assume?” Draco asked, rubbing his own erection through his jeans.
Harry dropped down beside him, reaching for Malfoy’s zipper.
“You have no idea.”
WHERE WAS HIS CUPCAKE?!