"Chocolates" - No 4 - Honeyduke’s Luxury Selection
Here, for your pleasure, is the fourth in the Honeyduke’s Luxury Selection
The first treat in the Selection Box was Chocolate Frogs, the second was Lollipops and the third Candyfloss
So, I present Chocolates ... NC17 ... PWP ... H/D ... Harry has a cunning plan for the Slytherin with a sweet fetish....
This one is for greeksong ... Thank you for the icon and for thrilling us with your wonderful artwork.
Thanks to olivia_lupin ... my favourite Beta.
And thank you to ALL who left me comments for Candyfloss. I'm sorry for not responding (RL and computer problems *sigh*), but I read and enjoyed them all.
This is most definitely NOT the Resolution universe.
Chocolates
Author: Frances Potter
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: M/M slash
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the characters belong to JKR
The small box was shiny gold with pretty scarlet script. It had a small Honeyduke’s logo in the bottom left corner and the wording Honeyduke’s Finest -- Six hand-crafted chocolates, each with a mouth-watering centre.
Harry stared at the box for a moment before tentatively picking it up and turning it over to read the bottom. He frowned; normally the Honeyduke’s chocolate boxes had descriptions of the contents on the base, but there was nothing on this one. Obviously whatever the Finest was, it was supposed to be a secret until the person opened the box.
A sneaky grin began to grow on Harry’s face. Surprise was good, he decided. Malfoy had delighted in surprising Harry, so why shouldn’t Harry return the favour? The chocolates were a good start, but the only problem was he had absolutely no idea what to do next. All he knew was that there had to be some way for him to get back at the Slytherin and that it had to involve sweets.
He stared at the rows of little boxes and realised they were decorated in Hogwarts House colours. The one in his hand was Gryffindor, next to the other gold and scarlet boxes were blue and bronze Ravenclaw, and then gold and black Hufflepuff. Right at the end were little silver and green Slytherin boxes.
Well, there was no way he was going to buy a Slytherin coloured box. If he was going to make Malfoy eat these chocolates, then they’d damn well come from a Gryffindor box. He crossed to the till, hiding the box amongst his other purchases so none of his friends would notice.
As usual, he failed miserably to escape the eagle eyes of Seamus Finnigan. “Oi, everyone! Harry’s buying posh chocs. Who are they for Harry? Come on! Who? What’s her name? What’s his name? Are there six of them and you’re planning on giving out one sweet each ... you little cheapskate!”
Harry prayed for the ground to open up and swallow him.
<*><*><*>
Three hours later, his head throbbing from the constant badgering of his friends, Harry trudged through the gates leading up the drive to Hogwarts. It was already dark and the castle looked welcoming with the lights in the windows and lanterns along the driveway. Seamus had, as usual, been persistent in his questioning about the chocolates and it hadn’t taken long for the others to join in, demanding to know whom the lucky recipient was. Even Hermione ... sensible, reasonable Hermione ... had joined in. “No one, Harry, not even you, would pay such an exorbitant amount for chocolates unless it’s for a special occasion. Or have you decided to buy yourself a Christmas present?” She had beckoned at Seamus and shouted. “Anyone care to bet whether Harry can keep that box unopened for three weeks?”
Who would have thought such a small box would cause so much trouble?
How could he tell them what Malfoy had been up to since they’d returned to school in September? The Slytherin had been dogging Harry’s footsteps, playing weird sexual games with him that Harry didn’t really understand. If he knew what the other boy’s ulterior motives were then maybe he’d be able to deal with it, but all Malfoy seemed to want was to get some sort of upper hand while toying with Harry’s emotions. It wasn’t even as if Malfoy seemed to be gloating over what he had done to Harry with his friends. None of the other Slytherins had sniggered at him, laughing at Harry’s lack of sexual knowledge. So, just what was Malfoy’s game?
He was embarrassed and humiliated that Malfoy could make him come so hard, but even worse, the memory of it had started to drift into his consciousness whenever he wanked. Instead of his own hand on his hardening cock, Harry had started to imagine it was Malfoy’s and it was that he knew he had to eradicate as quickly as possible. Heaven forbid that he should moan Malfoy’s name when he came and that anyone else should hear him.
“Will you look at that, the Slytherins are still out practicing.” Ron’s snigger carried through the chilly night air, and the group came to a halt as they stared across at the magically lit Quidditch stadium where figures on brooms darted to and fro.
“Still, what do you expect ... fancy losing to Hufflepuff.” Dean snorted. “That match will go down as one of the finest in Hogwarts’ memory.”
Harry squinted, trying to pick out the Seeker, but it was difficult from this distance. “It was a lucky catch,” he murmured without thinking.
“Lucky?” Ron folded his arms and glared at Harry.
“Well,” Harry shrugged, “the Snitch appeared right in front of Zack. He couldn’t fail but to catch it. Even Hermione could have got that one and she hates flying.”
“Thanks, Harry. I’ll have you know I’m much better now.” Hermione pushed playfully at Harry’s arm.
“And even if it was lucky, Hufflepuff still beat them and that’s all that matters.” Ron was scowling now, as if he was annoyed that Harry seemed to be sticking up for the Slytherins. “Any kind of win against Slytherin is a good thing. If we’re lucky it’ll carry on like that all year. Wouldn’t that be something to celebrate.”
“Yeah -- I know. I was just saying....” Harry shrugged as he realised the group was looking at him. He glanced back at the Quidditch pitch and saw that all but one of the players had now left. Even from this distance, he could now tell it was Malfoy and that the boy was chasing after a Snitch. If it had been the other way round and Gryffindor had lost a match against Hufflepuff after ten minutes, Harry knew he would be out there doing exactly the same thing. “Come on, it’s cold.” He quickly tried to change the discussion.
The Gryffindors were almost at the castle as a few flakes of snow began to fall. They arrived at the main entrance at the same time as the Slytherins and it was only Hermione’s best Head Girl tone that prevented the undercurrent of animosity between the two groups from boiling over. They tussled at the doorway, Ron making cutting remarks about the match, but Harry found himself hanging back.
Malfoy wasn’t with the group.
That meant Malfoy was still down at the Quidditch stadium.
A sly grin fleetingly crossed Harry’s face. Maybe this was the chance he’d been waiting for.
Quickly he grabbed at Neville’s arm. The taller boy turned, his expression questioning. “Neville, I think I left my gloves down at the changing rooms early. I’m just going down to check.”
“Okay. Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, that’s okay. Can you just take my stuff up to the Tower? I won’t be long.” Harry thrust the packages at the other boy, making sure the little gold and scarlet box was safely in his pocket, and started off through the falling snow.
<*><*><*>
He could hear the sound of the shower as he entered the Slytherin changing room and for a moment Harry paused wondering if this was such a good idea after all. He still had no idea what he was going to say or do, and the thought that Malfoy might just get the better of him again wasn’t helping his confidence at all. It didn’t help that he was getting hot and flustered by the thought of confronting the blond either.
Taking a calming breath, Harry crept past the lockers. On a bench in front of them was a neatly folded pile of clothes and next to that a bags containing a Slytherin Quidditch uniform. He was just trying to find a nametag when he heard the water turn off.
He spun towards the shower and froze as he realised that Malfoy was standing there watching him.
Harry’s mouth dropped open. Why he should be surprised to find a naked boy looking at him when he knew there had been someone in the shower, he had no idea. He hadn’t known what he expected, but it wasn’t....
This....
Malfoy was standing on the stone floor, water droplets running down his damp skin to pool at his feet. The boy’s hair was wet and it hung in tendrils around his face, while the light reflected off the beads of moistures on his skin. Harry tried to swallow as he watched one or two droplets collect around Malfoy’s nipples. He didn’t want to think what it would be like to lick them off the dusky areola surrounding each hard nub, or what they might taste like after running down Malfoy’s flat stomach to collect in his navel.
Nor did he want to let his eyes drift further down, but he’d long lost control of where his gaze travelled.
Down the trail of pale hair that started at Malfoy’s navel and broadened into a delta around the boy’s heavy ball sac and flaccid penis.
His mouth became dry as he found himself unable to look away.
“What’s wrong, Potter? Never seen another boy’s cock before? I thought you Gryffindors liked to share everything.”
The voice was just what Harry needed ... something else to concentrate on ... another part of Malfoy, his mouth, to look at. But he was quickly distracted again as Malfoy began to dry himself, the towel trailing down his torso to linger longer than necessary over his groin. He tried not to look as Malfoy ran his long fingers over his own cock, moving it aside to cup his balls as he dried himself.
Heat started pooling in Harry’s groin, and the room suddenly felt very hot. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be getting Malfoy hot and bothered, not the other way round. He sat down heavily on the bench, straight on top of the pile of clean clothes.
“When you’ve finished looking, I’d liked to get dressed.” Holding the towel in both hands, Malfoy stretched it above his head, arms wide. His stomach tightened and the once-flaccid cock pulled away from his body, hardening a little. “Or are you waiting for me to put on a little show?”
Harry swallowed, finally finding his voice as a plan suddenly formulated in his mind. “No, I’ve got better things to do with my time than watch you strut. But if you want your clothes, you’ll have to pay for them.” The laugher from the Slytherin went straight to Harry’s cock, and he squeezed his legs together, trying to stop it from hardening.
“Sure, Potter, though I didn’t think you were short of a Galleon or two. What do you want? A Sickle an item?”
“I don’t want your money,” Harry growled, pleased to have his growing annoyance to concentrate on instead of the way his body was responding to Malfoy.
“Then what?” Malfoy tossed the towel onto the bench. “Come on, Potter, I don’t have all day.”
“You can have one piece of clothing back for every one of these you eat.” He pulled the box out of his pocket and saw the look on Malfoy’s face change from impatience to surprise.
Grey eyes stared at the box, recognition clear in them. “Is this one of your cunning Gryffindor plans? Make me beg while eating chocolates? Shouldn’t you be forcing me to eat something I hate?” The voice was scathing.
“Okay.” Harry got to his feet, picking up the bundle of clothing. “If you’d rather walk back to the castle in just a wet towel, that’s okay by me.” He turned to leave. “Oh, and I’ll just take your Quidditch kit as well. I’ll leave it all in the entrance hall. And by the way, just so you know, it’s started to snow.”
“No, no.” Malfoy held out his hand, an undercurrent of apprehension in his tone. “I’ll play your little game, Potter. Just get on with it.”
Quickly Harry sat back down, grateful for the bench because his legs were shaking. “It’s very simple. I give you a chocolate, you eat it and I’ll let you have something to put on.” He fell silent and watched as Malfoy gave a little shrug. “And you have to tell me what the filling is.”
“I think I can do that. Has anyone ever told you Gryffindors don’t do cunning?”
“Shut up or I’ll leave you here naked.” Harry quickly opened the box and took out the first chocolate, placing it on his right palm. “Here.” Malfoy reached for it, but Harry pulled back. “No ... no hands ... with your mouth.”
Raising an elegant eyebrow, Malfoy stared at the Gryffindor for a moment before leaning down. He opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue trailing briefly over Harry’s palm before taking the sweet between his white teeth. Straightening, he held Harry’s gaze as he bit through the thick chocolate coating. His tongue flicked out to the sweetness on his lips, licking it away. “Mocha truffle,” he finally answered.
Harry reached for a sock and held it out to the Slytherin. “Put it on.
“Am I allowed to use my hands or are you expecting me to manage that with just my mouth as well?”
“No, you can use your hands.”
Malfoy took the sock and raised his foot to the bench next to Harry before slowly pulling it on. Harry tried to keep his eyes on Malfoy’s other foot, but the boy’s cock was hanging just inches from his face, the length semi-hard as it swung free. All Harry had to do was turn his head to stare at it ... see the blue veins against the pale skin, and the hair nestling around Malfoy’s balls.
Finally the Slytherin straightened and Harry couldn’t decide whether the sight of Malfoy naked except for one grey sock was amusing or erotic. His fingers shook slightly as he took out the second chocolate, balancing it on the tips of his fingers.
This time Malfoy rested a hand on Harry’s knee to balance himself as he reached for the sweet. He didn’t remove it straight away, but sucked at both it and Harry’s fingers until the chocolate began to soften and the outer shell broke. Harry felt liquid on his fingers and as Malfoy finally let go, it took all his resolve not to lick the sticky residue left there.
Malfoy eyelids fluttered closed as he finished the sweet, licking his lips with a little moan of pleasure. “Mmmm, cherry liquor. Very nice.” He opened his eyes and grinned down at Harry. “Very sweet.”
Harry held out the second sock, but Malfoy ignored it, instead grabbing at Harry’s other hand, which he pulled towards his mouth. Before Harry could stop the other boy, he began licking at the residue ... licking and sucking until every trace was gone. When Malfoy finally let go and reached for the sock, Harry forgot to let his hand drop. When he did, there was a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks and he balled the hand into a fist as if that would take away the sensation of Malfoy’s tongue on his fingers.
He was hard now, his erection pressing against his underwear as if it was trying to escape.
This, he decided, was a very, very stupid idea. He should get up and leave right now before he got in deeper than he could manage. It didn’t help that Malfoy had put his foot up onto the bench again and the boy’s hard length was close enough for him to taste.
How long, Harry wondered, could his cock remain this hard and throbbing without him coming? And what the hell was he doing getting turned on by Malfoy being naked? It wasn’t just the fact the Slytherin was naked ... oh no ... it was the graceful and fluid way he moved, and just how unfazed he was at being naked in front of Harry. Plus, those long fingers, of course, and the memory of them wrapped around Harry’s cock.
“Potter.”
Harry looked up, self-conscious as he realised his mind had drifted. Malfoy was standing in front of him, hands on his narrow hips, legs apart, the muscle flexed tight beneath the pale skin of his thighs. Fuck, the Slytherin was so full of himself, oozing confidence, while Harry felt like a gibbering wreck. He wondered briefly how many people Malfoy had slept with and what it would be like to....
No, don’t go there, Harry! he chided himself. “Um, the next one, yes.”
He took the third chocolate from the box and after a moment’s hesitation, placed it carefully on his right knee.
Head cocked to one side, Malfoy studied the sweet then slowly lowered himself onto his knees. One hand reached for Harry’s right ankle, while the other flattened onto the top of the Gryffindor’s left thigh, fingers spreading until his thumb hooked around Harry’s balls through his jeans. Harry gasped, the little chocolate wobbling as he shivered at the touch.
If Malfoy realised what he was doing to Harry, he didn’t react. Instead he reached for the sweet and Harry through he heard the chocolate crack as Malfoy bit into it. “Mint cream. And they used real mint essence, not that nasty fake stuff they use in their cheap Mint Dreams.” The blond straightened, and Harry was intrigued by the flush that was covering Malfoy’s chest.
He groped at the pile of clothes and shoved the shirt at Draco. His cock was throbbing in time with his heartbeat and he could feel it becoming slick with precome. What was it Malfoy had said in the note he’d sent Harry? I’m going to make you come without touching you. From the way he felt at the moment, Harry was sure that was exactly what was going to happen right now. “Here, put it on.”
Cover yourself up, so I don’t have to look at you.
Malfoy pulled the shirt on. It hung open, leaving his chest exposed, and he took a moment to smooth a hand down the material.
“Do up the buttons.” Harry voice was more commanding then he felt and he watched as the Slytherin complied, aware that the grey eyes were fixed on him. “And the top one.” Malfoy raised his fingers to the shirt collar, the shirt riding up as he did so, allowing his hard erection to slip out. Green eyes fixed on the head and the way Malfoy’s foreskin stretched around it, and Harry couldn’t help but lick his lips. His fingers twitched and he wondered what it would be like to take hold of that cock and push and pull at the foreskin as he liked doing to himself.
And what did Malfoy taste like?
Quickly he pulled his gaze away and reached for a fourth chocolate. He wanted to make Malfoy come ... wanted him to plead and squirm. To beg Harry for release.
Carefully he took the sweet between his teeth and raised his eyes to Malfoy’s. The grey eyes widened in surprise and the Slytherin’s lip curled in a slight smile. “Very nice, Potter. Oh, very nice.” Malfoy reached for the sweet, his lips brushing against Harry’s as he did so. There was the taste of mint in Malfoy’s mouth and as he bit through the chocolate he left half still between Harry’s teeth. Orange mingled with the mint and Harry quickly swallowed what Malfoy had left behind. He didn’t want to taste it ... didn’t want to even consider what it would have tasted like in the Slytherin’s mouth.
“Dark chocolate with candied orange peel pieces. One of my favourites. I’m particularly fond of dark chocolate.” Pulling back, Malfoy licked his lips. “Ready to give in. Harry?”
A muscle twitched in Harry’s cheek. “Fuck off, Malfoy!” He thrust the green and silver Slytherin tie towards the other boy, the growing anger in his tone clear. But the anger wasn’t directed at Malfoy, it was at himself for letting his body betray him like this when it should be Malfoy whimpering. “Put it on ... and do it up properly.”
Malfoy complied, long fingers making a neat job of the knot before smoothing down the length of the green and silver silk with a long “Mmmmm” of satisfaction. “I wonder what you would look like tied up with my tie. Begging for it.”
Harry gasped, shock written all over his face. “I ... what? Don’t even think....”
“Don’t worry, Potter, your virtue is safe with me.” Malfoy smirked. “For the moment anyway. How many have you got left?” He peered at the box. “Hmm, just two. Tell me, are you going to be able to get through both of them without coming for me?”
“You first, Malfoy. You first.” Harry grabbed for a fifth sweet and with only a momentary pause placed it on his tongue. The other boy watched him as if waiting for Harry to do something and it was only when Harry felt his tongue begin to tremble that Malfoy moved.
He reached for Harry, fingers pushing into thick dark hair as he cradled the boy’s face. Then, to Harry’s surprise, he kissed the Gryffindor, mouth opening to take in both sweet and trembling tongue.
Malfoy tasted of mint and sweetness and his tongue brushed with Harry’s. Harry tried to pull back, shocked at the touch. But the long fingers held on, keeping him in place as the kissed deepened until the chocolate disintegrated, dripping liquid caramel into both mouths.
Harry could do nothing but grip at Malfoy who had pulled him to his feet and was now crushing Harry against his body. Except both of Malfoy’s hands were still holding his face, and Harry finally realised that he was the one clutching Malfoy to him, hands on the bare arse as he ground his own erection against the other boy’s.
Tilting his head for better access, Malfoy plundered Harry’s mouth, as if trying to find all of the caramel, his tongue flicking over teeth and palette. The feeling was addictive and Harry found himself following suit, trying to raid Malfoy’s mouth, desperate for the taste and texture and feeling.
And Malfoy’s skin under his hands ... god, it felt incredible.
Then, just as he thought he might come from the pressure of Malfoy grinding against him, the Slytherin pulled back and stepped away, leaving Harry gasping and trembling with need and want. All he could do was stare at the other boy as Malfoy, typical smirk in place, reached for his underwear.
“I’m sure you realised that one was liquid caramel, Potter.” He stepped into the tight briefs, pulling them up his thighs. “ You kiss well for a beginner.” He paused, his erection tenting the material and the large slick head of his cock still visible. “Well, I take it you’re a beginner ... my own little virgin.” A gleam grew in his grey eyes. “I can give you lessons if you want ... my fees are very, very reasonable.”
Harry knew he was shaking ... trembling with need and anger ... and it was all he could do not to reach down and touch himself. “I don’t need lessons from you, Malfoy.” His voice was full of vitriol. “What I want is for you to leave me the hell alone. I’ve had enough of you ... you pawing at me and ... and....”
“Didn’t you like it, Harry?” Malfoy took a step forward and Harry backed away.
“No! Not with you ... never with you. It ends here, Malfoy. If you ever,” Harry pointed a trembling finger. “Ever touch me again, I will hex you so bad that you’ll end up in hospital for the rest of the year.”
Malfoy watched him, his expression thoughtful. “Have it your way, Harry.” He reached for the last chocolate and, holding Harry’s gaze, bit into it. “Mmmm, praline. Very nice. You should buy me chocolates more often.”
Harry opened and closed his mouth, any answer lost at the sight of Draco Malfoy reaching down to cup the front of his own underwear. With a whimper he turned and fled the room, as Malfoy’s voice echoed after him. “Does that mean I can have my trousers now?”
<*><*><*>
Standing just inside the Gryffindor changing room, Draco’s pale ghost-like form was lost in the dark shadows. He’d followed Harry into the room and while he couldn’t see the other boy, he could hear him ... little gasps and groans as the Gryffindor worked his own hard cock, squeezing and stroking himself in what Harry must have thought was the privacy of this dark room.
Draco’s hand was moving in time with the sounds. Sounds Harry hadn’t made when Draco had made him come before. Harry had managed to remain almost silent then, but now the sexual noises fuelled the way Draco stroked and pulled at himself, imagining what Harry was doing to make those noises and how it had felt to have the Gryffindor’s hands squeeze at his bare arse, pulling him closer. Fuck, it felt good ... almost as good as being there, watching those fingers with their bitten nails slick with Harry’s fluids.
Harry came quickly ... much too quickly for Draco’s needs ... with a choked gasp, and Draco let himself follow, imagining it was Harry’s hands ... Harry’s mouth ... on his cock. The other boy’s shuddering breaths echoed in the darkness and Draco stood listening to the sounds, drinking them in like fine wine.
Harry was his; there was no doubting that and he just needed the other boy to realise that for himself. Draco knew when he’d started this, back on the Hogwarts Express at the start of the school year, that his motives had been to humiliate Harry, but the look in those green eyes when Draco had made him come ... the desire and want laced with the horror ... had fuelled something else in Draco. What he now wanted was for Harry to make those noises because of what Draco was doing to him ... to want Draco to do it to him. He wanted to see Harry down on all fours, his back arching with desire and lust as Draco pushed into him ... begging and wanting for Draco to go harder and faster and deeper.
To taste the sweet sweat as it formed between Harry’s shoulder blades and ran down the shallow line of his spinal cord. To come deep inside Harry as Harry tightened around him from his own orgasm.
With a wistful sigh, Draco wiped his hand on the towel before silently slipping out of the room, a contented smirk on his face.
Next time ... oh ... next time....
---fin
6th June 2004
And if you wondered what Draco’s smirk was like it’s here *grins*
The first treat in the Selection Box was Chocolate Frogs, the second was Lollipops and the third Candyfloss
So, I present Chocolates ... NC17 ... PWP ... H/D ... Harry has a cunning plan for the Slytherin with a sweet fetish....
This one is for greeksong ... Thank you for the icon and for thrilling us with your wonderful artwork.
Thanks to olivia_lupin ... my favourite Beta.
And thank you to ALL who left me comments for Candyfloss. I'm sorry for not responding (RL and computer problems *sigh*), but I read and enjoyed them all.
This is most definitely NOT the Resolution universe.
Chocolates
Author: Frances Potter
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: M/M slash
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the characters belong to JKR
The small box was shiny gold with pretty scarlet script. It had a small Honeyduke’s logo in the bottom left corner and the wording Honeyduke’s Finest -- Six hand-crafted chocolates, each with a mouth-watering centre.
Harry stared at the box for a moment before tentatively picking it up and turning it over to read the bottom. He frowned; normally the Honeyduke’s chocolate boxes had descriptions of the contents on the base, but there was nothing on this one. Obviously whatever the Finest was, it was supposed to be a secret until the person opened the box.
A sneaky grin began to grow on Harry’s face. Surprise was good, he decided. Malfoy had delighted in surprising Harry, so why shouldn’t Harry return the favour? The chocolates were a good start, but the only problem was he had absolutely no idea what to do next. All he knew was that there had to be some way for him to get back at the Slytherin and that it had to involve sweets.
He stared at the rows of little boxes and realised they were decorated in Hogwarts House colours. The one in his hand was Gryffindor, next to the other gold and scarlet boxes were blue and bronze Ravenclaw, and then gold and black Hufflepuff. Right at the end were little silver and green Slytherin boxes.
Well, there was no way he was going to buy a Slytherin coloured box. If he was going to make Malfoy eat these chocolates, then they’d damn well come from a Gryffindor box. He crossed to the till, hiding the box amongst his other purchases so none of his friends would notice.
As usual, he failed miserably to escape the eagle eyes of Seamus Finnigan. “Oi, everyone! Harry’s buying posh chocs. Who are they for Harry? Come on! Who? What’s her name? What’s his name? Are there six of them and you’re planning on giving out one sweet each ... you little cheapskate!”
Harry prayed for the ground to open up and swallow him.
<*><*><*>
Three hours later, his head throbbing from the constant badgering of his friends, Harry trudged through the gates leading up the drive to Hogwarts. It was already dark and the castle looked welcoming with the lights in the windows and lanterns along the driveway. Seamus had, as usual, been persistent in his questioning about the chocolates and it hadn’t taken long for the others to join in, demanding to know whom the lucky recipient was. Even Hermione ... sensible, reasonable Hermione ... had joined in. “No one, Harry, not even you, would pay such an exorbitant amount for chocolates unless it’s for a special occasion. Or have you decided to buy yourself a Christmas present?” She had beckoned at Seamus and shouted. “Anyone care to bet whether Harry can keep that box unopened for three weeks?”
Who would have thought such a small box would cause so much trouble?
How could he tell them what Malfoy had been up to since they’d returned to school in September? The Slytherin had been dogging Harry’s footsteps, playing weird sexual games with him that Harry didn’t really understand. If he knew what the other boy’s ulterior motives were then maybe he’d be able to deal with it, but all Malfoy seemed to want was to get some sort of upper hand while toying with Harry’s emotions. It wasn’t even as if Malfoy seemed to be gloating over what he had done to Harry with his friends. None of the other Slytherins had sniggered at him, laughing at Harry’s lack of sexual knowledge. So, just what was Malfoy’s game?
He was embarrassed and humiliated that Malfoy could make him come so hard, but even worse, the memory of it had started to drift into his consciousness whenever he wanked. Instead of his own hand on his hardening cock, Harry had started to imagine it was Malfoy’s and it was that he knew he had to eradicate as quickly as possible. Heaven forbid that he should moan Malfoy’s name when he came and that anyone else should hear him.
“Will you look at that, the Slytherins are still out practicing.” Ron’s snigger carried through the chilly night air, and the group came to a halt as they stared across at the magically lit Quidditch stadium where figures on brooms darted to and fro.
“Still, what do you expect ... fancy losing to Hufflepuff.” Dean snorted. “That match will go down as one of the finest in Hogwarts’ memory.”
Harry squinted, trying to pick out the Seeker, but it was difficult from this distance. “It was a lucky catch,” he murmured without thinking.
“Lucky?” Ron folded his arms and glared at Harry.
“Well,” Harry shrugged, “the Snitch appeared right in front of Zack. He couldn’t fail but to catch it. Even Hermione could have got that one and she hates flying.”
“Thanks, Harry. I’ll have you know I’m much better now.” Hermione pushed playfully at Harry’s arm.
“And even if it was lucky, Hufflepuff still beat them and that’s all that matters.” Ron was scowling now, as if he was annoyed that Harry seemed to be sticking up for the Slytherins. “Any kind of win against Slytherin is a good thing. If we’re lucky it’ll carry on like that all year. Wouldn’t that be something to celebrate.”
“Yeah -- I know. I was just saying....” Harry shrugged as he realised the group was looking at him. He glanced back at the Quidditch pitch and saw that all but one of the players had now left. Even from this distance, he could now tell it was Malfoy and that the boy was chasing after a Snitch. If it had been the other way round and Gryffindor had lost a match against Hufflepuff after ten minutes, Harry knew he would be out there doing exactly the same thing. “Come on, it’s cold.” He quickly tried to change the discussion.
The Gryffindors were almost at the castle as a few flakes of snow began to fall. They arrived at the main entrance at the same time as the Slytherins and it was only Hermione’s best Head Girl tone that prevented the undercurrent of animosity between the two groups from boiling over. They tussled at the doorway, Ron making cutting remarks about the match, but Harry found himself hanging back.
Malfoy wasn’t with the group.
That meant Malfoy was still down at the Quidditch stadium.
A sly grin fleetingly crossed Harry’s face. Maybe this was the chance he’d been waiting for.
Quickly he grabbed at Neville’s arm. The taller boy turned, his expression questioning. “Neville, I think I left my gloves down at the changing rooms early. I’m just going down to check.”
“Okay. Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, that’s okay. Can you just take my stuff up to the Tower? I won’t be long.” Harry thrust the packages at the other boy, making sure the little gold and scarlet box was safely in his pocket, and started off through the falling snow.
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He could hear the sound of the shower as he entered the Slytherin changing room and for a moment Harry paused wondering if this was such a good idea after all. He still had no idea what he was going to say or do, and the thought that Malfoy might just get the better of him again wasn’t helping his confidence at all. It didn’t help that he was getting hot and flustered by the thought of confronting the blond either.
Taking a calming breath, Harry crept past the lockers. On a bench in front of them was a neatly folded pile of clothes and next to that a bags containing a Slytherin Quidditch uniform. He was just trying to find a nametag when he heard the water turn off.
He spun towards the shower and froze as he realised that Malfoy was standing there watching him.
Harry’s mouth dropped open. Why he should be surprised to find a naked boy looking at him when he knew there had been someone in the shower, he had no idea. He hadn’t known what he expected, but it wasn’t....
This....
Malfoy was standing on the stone floor, water droplets running down his damp skin to pool at his feet. The boy’s hair was wet and it hung in tendrils around his face, while the light reflected off the beads of moistures on his skin. Harry tried to swallow as he watched one or two droplets collect around Malfoy’s nipples. He didn’t want to think what it would be like to lick them off the dusky areola surrounding each hard nub, or what they might taste like after running down Malfoy’s flat stomach to collect in his navel.
Nor did he want to let his eyes drift further down, but he’d long lost control of where his gaze travelled.
Down the trail of pale hair that started at Malfoy’s navel and broadened into a delta around the boy’s heavy ball sac and flaccid penis.
His mouth became dry as he found himself unable to look away.
“What’s wrong, Potter? Never seen another boy’s cock before? I thought you Gryffindors liked to share everything.”
The voice was just what Harry needed ... something else to concentrate on ... another part of Malfoy, his mouth, to look at. But he was quickly distracted again as Malfoy began to dry himself, the towel trailing down his torso to linger longer than necessary over his groin. He tried not to look as Malfoy ran his long fingers over his own cock, moving it aside to cup his balls as he dried himself.
Heat started pooling in Harry’s groin, and the room suddenly felt very hot. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be getting Malfoy hot and bothered, not the other way round. He sat down heavily on the bench, straight on top of the pile of clean clothes.
“When you’ve finished looking, I’d liked to get dressed.” Holding the towel in both hands, Malfoy stretched it above his head, arms wide. His stomach tightened and the once-flaccid cock pulled away from his body, hardening a little. “Or are you waiting for me to put on a little show?”
Harry swallowed, finally finding his voice as a plan suddenly formulated in his mind. “No, I’ve got better things to do with my time than watch you strut. But if you want your clothes, you’ll have to pay for them.” The laugher from the Slytherin went straight to Harry’s cock, and he squeezed his legs together, trying to stop it from hardening.
“Sure, Potter, though I didn’t think you were short of a Galleon or two. What do you want? A Sickle an item?”
“I don’t want your money,” Harry growled, pleased to have his growing annoyance to concentrate on instead of the way his body was responding to Malfoy.
“Then what?” Malfoy tossed the towel onto the bench. “Come on, Potter, I don’t have all day.”
“You can have one piece of clothing back for every one of these you eat.” He pulled the box out of his pocket and saw the look on Malfoy’s face change from impatience to surprise.
Grey eyes stared at the box, recognition clear in them. “Is this one of your cunning Gryffindor plans? Make me beg while eating chocolates? Shouldn’t you be forcing me to eat something I hate?” The voice was scathing.
“Okay.” Harry got to his feet, picking up the bundle of clothing. “If you’d rather walk back to the castle in just a wet towel, that’s okay by me.” He turned to leave. “Oh, and I’ll just take your Quidditch kit as well. I’ll leave it all in the entrance hall. And by the way, just so you know, it’s started to snow.”
“No, no.” Malfoy held out his hand, an undercurrent of apprehension in his tone. “I’ll play your little game, Potter. Just get on with it.”
Quickly Harry sat back down, grateful for the bench because his legs were shaking. “It’s very simple. I give you a chocolate, you eat it and I’ll let you have something to put on.” He fell silent and watched as Malfoy gave a little shrug. “And you have to tell me what the filling is.”
“I think I can do that. Has anyone ever told you Gryffindors don’t do cunning?”
“Shut up or I’ll leave you here naked.” Harry quickly opened the box and took out the first chocolate, placing it on his right palm. “Here.” Malfoy reached for it, but Harry pulled back. “No ... no hands ... with your mouth.”
Raising an elegant eyebrow, Malfoy stared at the Gryffindor for a moment before leaning down. He opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue trailing briefly over Harry’s palm before taking the sweet between his white teeth. Straightening, he held Harry’s gaze as he bit through the thick chocolate coating. His tongue flicked out to the sweetness on his lips, licking it away. “Mocha truffle,” he finally answered.
Harry reached for a sock and held it out to the Slytherin. “Put it on.
“Am I allowed to use my hands or are you expecting me to manage that with just my mouth as well?”
“No, you can use your hands.”
Malfoy took the sock and raised his foot to the bench next to Harry before slowly pulling it on. Harry tried to keep his eyes on Malfoy’s other foot, but the boy’s cock was hanging just inches from his face, the length semi-hard as it swung free. All Harry had to do was turn his head to stare at it ... see the blue veins against the pale skin, and the hair nestling around Malfoy’s balls.
Finally the Slytherin straightened and Harry couldn’t decide whether the sight of Malfoy naked except for one grey sock was amusing or erotic. His fingers shook slightly as he took out the second chocolate, balancing it on the tips of his fingers.
This time Malfoy rested a hand on Harry’s knee to balance himself as he reached for the sweet. He didn’t remove it straight away, but sucked at both it and Harry’s fingers until the chocolate began to soften and the outer shell broke. Harry felt liquid on his fingers and as Malfoy finally let go, it took all his resolve not to lick the sticky residue left there.
Malfoy eyelids fluttered closed as he finished the sweet, licking his lips with a little moan of pleasure. “Mmmm, cherry liquor. Very nice.” He opened his eyes and grinned down at Harry. “Very sweet.”
Harry held out the second sock, but Malfoy ignored it, instead grabbing at Harry’s other hand, which he pulled towards his mouth. Before Harry could stop the other boy, he began licking at the residue ... licking and sucking until every trace was gone. When Malfoy finally let go and reached for the sock, Harry forgot to let his hand drop. When he did, there was a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks and he balled the hand into a fist as if that would take away the sensation of Malfoy’s tongue on his fingers.
He was hard now, his erection pressing against his underwear as if it was trying to escape.
This, he decided, was a very, very stupid idea. He should get up and leave right now before he got in deeper than he could manage. It didn’t help that Malfoy had put his foot up onto the bench again and the boy’s hard length was close enough for him to taste.
How long, Harry wondered, could his cock remain this hard and throbbing without him coming? And what the hell was he doing getting turned on by Malfoy being naked? It wasn’t just the fact the Slytherin was naked ... oh no ... it was the graceful and fluid way he moved, and just how unfazed he was at being naked in front of Harry. Plus, those long fingers, of course, and the memory of them wrapped around Harry’s cock.
“Potter.”
Harry looked up, self-conscious as he realised his mind had drifted. Malfoy was standing in front of him, hands on his narrow hips, legs apart, the muscle flexed tight beneath the pale skin of his thighs. Fuck, the Slytherin was so full of himself, oozing confidence, while Harry felt like a gibbering wreck. He wondered briefly how many people Malfoy had slept with and what it would be like to....
No, don’t go there, Harry! he chided himself. “Um, the next one, yes.”
He took the third chocolate from the box and after a moment’s hesitation, placed it carefully on his right knee.
Head cocked to one side, Malfoy studied the sweet then slowly lowered himself onto his knees. One hand reached for Harry’s right ankle, while the other flattened onto the top of the Gryffindor’s left thigh, fingers spreading until his thumb hooked around Harry’s balls through his jeans. Harry gasped, the little chocolate wobbling as he shivered at the touch.
If Malfoy realised what he was doing to Harry, he didn’t react. Instead he reached for the sweet and Harry through he heard the chocolate crack as Malfoy bit into it. “Mint cream. And they used real mint essence, not that nasty fake stuff they use in their cheap Mint Dreams.” The blond straightened, and Harry was intrigued by the flush that was covering Malfoy’s chest.
He groped at the pile of clothes and shoved the shirt at Draco. His cock was throbbing in time with his heartbeat and he could feel it becoming slick with precome. What was it Malfoy had said in the note he’d sent Harry? I’m going to make you come without touching you. From the way he felt at the moment, Harry was sure that was exactly what was going to happen right now. “Here, put it on.”
Cover yourself up, so I don’t have to look at you.
Malfoy pulled the shirt on. It hung open, leaving his chest exposed, and he took a moment to smooth a hand down the material.
“Do up the buttons.” Harry voice was more commanding then he felt and he watched as the Slytherin complied, aware that the grey eyes were fixed on him. “And the top one.” Malfoy raised his fingers to the shirt collar, the shirt riding up as he did so, allowing his hard erection to slip out. Green eyes fixed on the head and the way Malfoy’s foreskin stretched around it, and Harry couldn’t help but lick his lips. His fingers twitched and he wondered what it would be like to take hold of that cock and push and pull at the foreskin as he liked doing to himself.
And what did Malfoy taste like?
Quickly he pulled his gaze away and reached for a fourth chocolate. He wanted to make Malfoy come ... wanted him to plead and squirm. To beg Harry for release.
Carefully he took the sweet between his teeth and raised his eyes to Malfoy’s. The grey eyes widened in surprise and the Slytherin’s lip curled in a slight smile. “Very nice, Potter. Oh, very nice.” Malfoy reached for the sweet, his lips brushing against Harry’s as he did so. There was the taste of mint in Malfoy’s mouth and as he bit through the chocolate he left half still between Harry’s teeth. Orange mingled with the mint and Harry quickly swallowed what Malfoy had left behind. He didn’t want to taste it ... didn’t want to even consider what it would have tasted like in the Slytherin’s mouth.
“Dark chocolate with candied orange peel pieces. One of my favourites. I’m particularly fond of dark chocolate.” Pulling back, Malfoy licked his lips. “Ready to give in. Harry?”
A muscle twitched in Harry’s cheek. “Fuck off, Malfoy!” He thrust the green and silver Slytherin tie towards the other boy, the growing anger in his tone clear. But the anger wasn’t directed at Malfoy, it was at himself for letting his body betray him like this when it should be Malfoy whimpering. “Put it on ... and do it up properly.”
Malfoy complied, long fingers making a neat job of the knot before smoothing down the length of the green and silver silk with a long “Mmmmm” of satisfaction. “I wonder what you would look like tied up with my tie. Begging for it.”
Harry gasped, shock written all over his face. “I ... what? Don’t even think....”
“Don’t worry, Potter, your virtue is safe with me.” Malfoy smirked. “For the moment anyway. How many have you got left?” He peered at the box. “Hmm, just two. Tell me, are you going to be able to get through both of them without coming for me?”
“You first, Malfoy. You first.” Harry grabbed for a fifth sweet and with only a momentary pause placed it on his tongue. The other boy watched him as if waiting for Harry to do something and it was only when Harry felt his tongue begin to tremble that Malfoy moved.
He reached for Harry, fingers pushing into thick dark hair as he cradled the boy’s face. Then, to Harry’s surprise, he kissed the Gryffindor, mouth opening to take in both sweet and trembling tongue.
Malfoy tasted of mint and sweetness and his tongue brushed with Harry’s. Harry tried to pull back, shocked at the touch. But the long fingers held on, keeping him in place as the kissed deepened until the chocolate disintegrated, dripping liquid caramel into both mouths.
Harry could do nothing but grip at Malfoy who had pulled him to his feet and was now crushing Harry against his body. Except both of Malfoy’s hands were still holding his face, and Harry finally realised that he was the one clutching Malfoy to him, hands on the bare arse as he ground his own erection against the other boy’s.
Tilting his head for better access, Malfoy plundered Harry’s mouth, as if trying to find all of the caramel, his tongue flicking over teeth and palette. The feeling was addictive and Harry found himself following suit, trying to raid Malfoy’s mouth, desperate for the taste and texture and feeling.
And Malfoy’s skin under his hands ... god, it felt incredible.
Then, just as he thought he might come from the pressure of Malfoy grinding against him, the Slytherin pulled back and stepped away, leaving Harry gasping and trembling with need and want. All he could do was stare at the other boy as Malfoy, typical smirk in place, reached for his underwear.
“I’m sure you realised that one was liquid caramel, Potter.” He stepped into the tight briefs, pulling them up his thighs. “ You kiss well for a beginner.” He paused, his erection tenting the material and the large slick head of his cock still visible. “Well, I take it you’re a beginner ... my own little virgin.” A gleam grew in his grey eyes. “I can give you lessons if you want ... my fees are very, very reasonable.”
Harry knew he was shaking ... trembling with need and anger ... and it was all he could do not to reach down and touch himself. “I don’t need lessons from you, Malfoy.” His voice was full of vitriol. “What I want is for you to leave me the hell alone. I’ve had enough of you ... you pawing at me and ... and....”
“Didn’t you like it, Harry?” Malfoy took a step forward and Harry backed away.
“No! Not with you ... never with you. It ends here, Malfoy. If you ever,” Harry pointed a trembling finger. “Ever touch me again, I will hex you so bad that you’ll end up in hospital for the rest of the year.”
Malfoy watched him, his expression thoughtful. “Have it your way, Harry.” He reached for the last chocolate and, holding Harry’s gaze, bit into it. “Mmmm, praline. Very nice. You should buy me chocolates more often.”
Harry opened and closed his mouth, any answer lost at the sight of Draco Malfoy reaching down to cup the front of his own underwear. With a whimper he turned and fled the room, as Malfoy’s voice echoed after him. “Does that mean I can have my trousers now?”
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Standing just inside the Gryffindor changing room, Draco’s pale ghost-like form was lost in the dark shadows. He’d followed Harry into the room and while he couldn’t see the other boy, he could hear him ... little gasps and groans as the Gryffindor worked his own hard cock, squeezing and stroking himself in what Harry must have thought was the privacy of this dark room.
Draco’s hand was moving in time with the sounds. Sounds Harry hadn’t made when Draco had made him come before. Harry had managed to remain almost silent then, but now the sexual noises fuelled the way Draco stroked and pulled at himself, imagining what Harry was doing to make those noises and how it had felt to have the Gryffindor’s hands squeeze at his bare arse, pulling him closer. Fuck, it felt good ... almost as good as being there, watching those fingers with their bitten nails slick with Harry’s fluids.
Harry came quickly ... much too quickly for Draco’s needs ... with a choked gasp, and Draco let himself follow, imagining it was Harry’s hands ... Harry’s mouth ... on his cock. The other boy’s shuddering breaths echoed in the darkness and Draco stood listening to the sounds, drinking them in like fine wine.
Harry was his; there was no doubting that and he just needed the other boy to realise that for himself. Draco knew when he’d started this, back on the Hogwarts Express at the start of the school year, that his motives had been to humiliate Harry, but the look in those green eyes when Draco had made him come ... the desire and want laced with the horror ... had fuelled something else in Draco. What he now wanted was for Harry to make those noises because of what Draco was doing to him ... to want Draco to do it to him. He wanted to see Harry down on all fours, his back arching with desire and lust as Draco pushed into him ... begging and wanting for Draco to go harder and faster and deeper.
To taste the sweet sweat as it formed between Harry’s shoulder blades and ran down the shallow line of his spinal cord. To come deep inside Harry as Harry tightened around him from his own orgasm.
With a wistful sigh, Draco wiped his hand on the towel before silently slipping out of the room, a contented smirk on his face.
Next time ... oh ... next time....
---fin
6th June 2004
And if you wondered what Draco’s smirk was like it’s here *grins*
