Pretty Little Nightgown
“I’m so glad exams are over!” Harry slumped on the carpeted floor next to Ron and smothered his face on a cushion pillow. He had passed all his exams and honestly, he might have to thank Hermoine for dropping him off to Draco of all people. Don’t get him wrong, Hermoine is amazing but Draco just gets him, you know?
What almost didn’t help his grades were his palpable lus— feelings— for Draco. But he managed to rail it in, lest he gets crucified by the whole 8th year student body who, surprisingly enough, adores Draco now.
And yes, it’s Draco now. It’s been Draco since they’ve spent a whole summer helping with Hogwarts repair. It’s been Draco after he apologized sincerely, and had promised to be better. It’s been Draco when he gave each 8th year student a bag of cookies that he baked himself (though some were burnt, misshapen, too doughy, or too sweet) that everyone eagerly accepted and ate. It’s been Draco when they talked to each other, deeply, for the very first time by the Great Lake after a Quidditch match. It’s been Draco since Harry first ended up next to his shower stall one busy 8th year morning. It’s been Draco when he jacked off to the thought of him this morning. It’s been Draco when Harry first saw a glimpse of his thighs with thigh-high lace socks and flowy silky night-dress that showed off his collarbones and his milky thighs and it’s been Draco since— fuck.
Fuck.
Draco’s fucking lying down on the couch, reading his book so nonchalantly when he doesn’t even know what’s going on inside Harry’s head. It’s not the first time Harry had seen him in his pretty little nightgowns, heck it’s been the center of his dreams for quite a while now. It’s also not the first time Harry had seen a glimpse of his lacy knickers and that juicy plump cu—
“Ow!” Harry yelped and grasped at the top of his head, looking up from the floor only to see Pansy’s raised eyebrow with her hand on her hip.
“Stop staring.” She firmly said, squinting at Harry threateningly as she backed away and sat by Draco on the couch.
Draco chuckled and sat up, crossing his legs over another and returning to reading his book, “You’ve been staring an awfully lot of times lately Harry, need to say something?”
“Let me eat you out.”
Suddenly, the chatter in the common room halted to an ear-shattering silence, followed up by gasps and multiple complaints.
Harry stands up, ready to defend himself because fuck it, he’s already blurted it out he might as well man up and own to it (and maybe he’s hoping that as a result he’ll get his mouth on that cunt.)
“What? Like i’m not the only who’s been thinking of that?”
He glanced around the room and met several disapproving eyes.
“Harry you’re different, you’ll actually act on it. We’re all just a cloud of thoughts here.” Dean swam his arms around his head to act his words out.
Harry rolled his eyes, “Well that’s because I actually want to do it.”
He nervously glanced at Draco, who despite the firm blank face, has his ears red on the tips.
Pansy stood up and gathered Draco up to his room, glancing back at Harry with a glare before she shut his door when he got inside. She stomped back to the common room and pointed her finger towards Harry.
“No.”
Harry glanced at Ron, who also shook his head, “Can’t help you mate.”
“Oh come on! Just one chance, Pansy? He looked so pretty I almost devoured him right here earlier!”
Hermoine tutted and patted him on the shoulder, “Not in public shared spaces please.”
“But—“
Hermoine just shook her head and returned to combing Ron’s hair with her hands.
“Does that mean I can do it in private unshared spaces?”
The entire 8th year common room groaned in defeat and Harry just snickered.
“Alright alright I’ll leave you guys to it.”
He retreated to his room and immediately went to his desk, grabbing a piece of parchment and quill.
“Madamoiselle,
What I said earlier in the common room was serious and all from my heart. It is true that I find you beautiful and would like for a taste of your equally beautiful cunt.
All yours,
Harry.”
He spelled the paper to slip underneath Draco’s door and he sat on his bed, patiently waiting. When a piece of parchment flew from under his door, he immediately ran and grabbed it, eagerly unfolding it and smiling upon seeing Draco’s elegant handwriting.
“Harry,
You’re insufferable.
Come to my room immediately.
Waiting to be yours,
Draco.”
And run, Harry did. He brushed his teeth and changed his shirt and cleaned his glasses and ran out of his room, casting a quick sound muffler spell over his feet so the others wouldn’t hear him clamoring to Draco’s room. He screeched to a halt as soon as he reached Draco’s room, sighing in a deep breath as he tried to catch up his air, and knocked.
Not even a beat after, the door opened to reveal the same Draco Malfoy in the common room earlier wearing his white nightgown, the lace white thigh-high socks, and he looked absolutely fucking delicious.
“Hi.” Harry nervously smiled, almost stunned when Draco pulled him in by the wrist to shut the door behind him.
“Hey.” Draco said, and Harry could tell he was equally as breathless as Harry was.
“So..” He nervously looked around the room, but he knows he couldn’t stand not looking at Draco so he decided he’ll unabashedly stare at him. At his grey-slate eyes, at his sharp nose, at the faint freckles on his cheeks, at his plump lips.
“Are we just going to stand here, or are you going to deliver your promise?” Draco said in a taunting voice.
Harry laughed and kissed his cheeks, “You want it that bad, starlight?”
Harry smiled when Draco’s cheeks flushed at the endearment, “And if I say I do?”
Draco looked at him as if he wanted Harry to devour him, and devour him will Harry indeed do.
He dove down for a kiss, immediately groaning as soon as his lips and tongue met Draco’s velvet own. The kiss was sloppy, hungry, and more moans than kisses, but Harry was content to drink all of Draco’s noises. They kissed until the back of Draco’s knees hit the bed and he fell down, and Harry had to check himself for a heart attack because fuck, Draco looked so beautiful all sprawled out on the bed like that with his hair tousled on the sheets, his eyes blown with want, his lips raw-bitten by Harry’s own mouth.
Draco hiked one leg up to rest on the bed, and Harry could see the dress slipping down his thigh to pool on his waist.
He licked his lips, not wanting to waste anymore time as he knelt down the carpeted floor and pulled Draco’s dress up until it revealed his white lace knickers. A small wet patch was visible in the middle and Harry groaned loud, not stopping himself from dipping down and licking it right down the fabric.
Draco’s hands immediately crowded Harry’s hair, tugging at his curls while he lapped at that delicious clothed cunt.
“Want me to take it off?” He looked up to see Draco looking back at him intensely, he propped himself up on his shoulders just to get a view of Harry between his legs. Draco nodded silently and that was all the signal Harry needed for him to rip the delicate fabric apart and throwing it somewhere in the room.
“That was my favorite pair!” Draco protested, grabbing him firmly by the hair so Harry would look up at his grumpy face.
Harry leaned into his touch, “I’ll buy you more starlight, but please let me taste you properly first hm?”
Draco hold on him faltered, he nodded and Harry smiled at him, hands settling Draco’s legs on his shoulders as he dove back down again.
The taste of Draco’s wet cunt almost sent him cumming. Draco was fucking delicious, his cunt tasted just like how he looked, beautiful and lovely, it tasted like it begged to be fucked. But Harry was a patient man, despite popular belief. He’s going to take his time, lapping at his folds inch by inch until Draco screams his name and Harry’s chin is dripping with his juices.
His tongue lapped up the delicious slit, tasting Draco even more and groaning as Draco fisted his hair and pushed him further down. He sucked on his clitoris, reveling on the way Draco’s thighs quivered with each drag of his tongue over the flesh. He ate, and ate, and ate, and god does Harry love dragging his mouth on Draco’s folds, lapping his tongue all over his sensitive spots and suckling on the insides of his thighs until Draco begged for more, more, and more.
Harry wanted more, a deeper taste, a deeper feel. Harry pushed on Draco’s legs up onto his body, giving himself more space to move his head, to suckle further into Draco’s dripping heat.
“—rry.. oh! Oh Harry! Harry!”
Harry just groaned in response, he could feel how hard he is now inside his pants but all he wants to do is to pleasure Draco. Wants to devour him until Draco’s words get more incoherent as he begs for more.
He slicks his fingers up onto Draco’s folds, dragging his calloused fingers on the wet slit and slipping one in with tight ease.
And then he latched onto that pretty cunt again, all while curling and dragging his finger inside that tight cunt. He added another, and then another, until Draco’s moans became wonderful incoherent babbles of whimpers and groans.
“Right here?” He asks, and Draco’s eyes roll when Harry rubbed on that particular spot again and again.
“I bet you want my mouth on your clit too, right Draco?”
Draco didn’t answer, not that Harry needed him to anyway because he knows what Draco needs. He flicks Draco’s clit with his tongue, sucks on it with his mouth while his fingers thrusted in and out his tight cunt.
“Come on, cum for me, cum for me Draco.”
Draco’s grip on Harry’s hair was almost-too painful now, but Harry doesn’t mind as he continued his ministrations down at Draco’s cunt. The blond is dripping onto the sheets, and Harry groaned whenever he felt Draco tighten up around his fingers again and again. He could feel his thighs shaking, and he knows Draco’s fists are white from grasping Harry’s hair tight.
“Do it for me starlight, cum for me Draco.”
Harry held his waist firmly as he lapped at his cunt again while Draco’s whole body shook. His grey-slate eyes rolled to the back of his head as he moaned and moaned, loudly saying Harry’s name and strings of incoherent praises and pleads while his thighs shook. Harry pulled him in for a kiss, making Draco savor his own taste.
He caressed the back of Draco’s head, soothing him while peppering kisses all over his face.
“You did so well, you were so good for me Draco.” Harry whispered into his ear while Draco twitched from time to time.
“Draco?”
Fuck.
“Leav—“
“What is it Pans?”
Harry had Draco’s hand over his mouth, and he couldn’t help but lick the blond’s fingers while he worriedly stared at the door.
“Nothing, just checking in you.”
Pansy’s voice faded out into the dark outside and Draco took his hand back with a glare, but it has no bite.
“I guess that’s my cue to leave.” Harry smiles and gives him one last peck before standing up.
Draco held onto his wrist, worriedly looking up at him from where he sat on the bed, “But..” He looked down on the tent in Harry’s pants, “But you’re hard.”
Harry winked at him and painfully let Draco’s hand drop away from his wrist, “You’ll return the favor won’t you?”
Draco shyly looked away, “Well,” he cleared his throat, “You satisfied me, so maybe.”
Harry chuckled and opened the door, “I’ll ask you for it, so you don’t forget.”
“Don’t do it in front of others you buffoon!”
Harry waved his hand, “No promises!”
He closed the door just before a pillow hit him on the head. He smiled as he remembered Draco’s blushing cheeks and turned around the hallway.
“Circe’s tits!! Pansy!!”
She narrowed her eyes at him, and Harry shouldn’t be afraid because she’s a whole foot shorter than him but Pansy Parkinson is a forced to be reckoned with.
“I know what you did, Harry Potter.”
“And I hope you know too that he loved it very much, so you’re welcome!” He laughed sheepishly.
She followed his steps with her watchful eyes, “Don’t hurt him.”
Harry halted and looked at her with all the sincerity of the world, “I won’t.”
She paused for a second before stomping back to the girl’s dormitory, “Good.”