The L Word

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Never in his life did Draco think he'd have Harry's arms around his neck and the pretty Gryffindor's back pressed against his mattress. The only reason Harry was even allowed in here was that the Slytherin dorm didn't have a portrait or ghost protecting it from others outside the House. All Draco had to do was rush out a password and the hidden door was revealed. Harry had audibly gasped when he was able to step inside, and it had been adorable.

The Hogwarts students were away in the Great Hall for supper. They could hear the other students' voices, high and loud with the remaining excitement from the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. 'What would they think if they knew their golden boy was kissing the Slytherin seeker?'  Draco thought.

Draco could hear a short breath from Harry as he trailed his hands up the boy's chest over his robes until he reached his collarbones. He traced a finger over them, admiring their beauty. He looked up to meet Harry's eyes, which were half-lidded, giving the Gryffindor a lazy yet horny look. Potter looked delicious. Malfoy wanted to sink his teeth into him and never let go. He wanted to taste the forbidden fruit he was never able to reach until now, he wanted to devour it.

"Harry," Draco's voice was husky, laced with lust. "Can I touch you?"

Harry laughed. Malfoy could feel the rumble of his chest with his hand. "You are already, aren't you? I think me almost knocking you over with a kiss earlier was a yes enough..."

Draco laughed this time. "Just in case... I didn't want to fuck this up, too. It's too good right now..." He ran his hands back down Harry's chest and gripped his hips. Harry's eyes fluttered shut, his mouth fell open in a silent moan. Had Harry always been this sensitive to touch, or was this special? Was this all for Draco?

As Malfoy raked his eyes over Harry's body, the brunette lifted his legs, making his robes pile at his waist. Harry's hands had wrapped around Draco's wrists, moving the blonde's hands under his silk robes. "Harry," Draco said breathlessly. This had to be a dream because there was no way his former enemy was making him touch parts of his body that Draco hadn't even seen until an hour ago. Harry's skin felt soft and toned with muscle. He had outgrown his boyish lankiness. The platinum blonde wanted to groan when his palm met the trail of hair running down Harry's abdomen until it disappeared under the Gryffindor's loose trousers.  Potter kept moving Draco's hands, up and up, bringing his robes with them. He left Malfoy at his exposed chest, which slowly rose and fell with shallow breathing.

"Don't wear my name out." Harry chuckled.

"I might just do that by tomorrow morning," Draco smirked, and Harry turned his head to the side with embarrassment. "What? Have you never flirted with someone before?"

"That's not flirting," Harry grunted.

"What is it then?"

"That's... you know, it's... dirty talk." Draco watched as Harry's cheeks turned red.

"Then... has no one talked dirty to you before?" Draco asked. Even he had some experience in the things, which was saying a lot. Had Harry never done something like this before? At almost nineteen years old, Harry acted like this was his first kiss. Countless girls went to school with them who would curse themselves to have a shot with the Chosen One. How could Harry have not entertained a single one of them?

"It's not that," Harry denied, shaking his head. "It's not like I've never done this before, it's just that this is the first time it's been... like this."

"Like what?" Draco inquired, suppressing the urge to push Harry to explain what he meant by this not being the first time he's done "this."

The Gryffindor under him groaned and pushed his hands away, sitting up with tousled hair. Draco reached out to put his hand on top of Harry's head, smoothing down the ruffled hair. He took note of how Harry's cheeks and ears were splotchy and red with blush, and how there were dark circles under the brunette's eyes. "Like," Harry began, his head shaking as though he couldn't quite put his words together. "Like... You really want me, I guess." He shook his head again. "No, I mean... with such..." He looked at Draco, his lips parting, swallowing thickly. "With such... greed." The softness and shy tone of Harry's voice made Malfoy's mouth water. This doe-eyed boy was looking at Draco like he was about to be devoured. It made Draco's vicious longing grow stronger.

"You think I'm greedy?" Draco asked his voice nearly a whisper. The room was so quiet that he could hear Harry's breathing. "Do you want me to want you? All of you? Would you like me to need every inch of your body? To touch you with these wicked hands?" He couldn't stop the words spilling from his mouth, each coming straight from his clouded brain.

"Don't say that," Harry shook his head. "That you're wicked."

"But I am, and you know that," Draco replied. "You were the first to tell me. Don't deny it now."

"I don't want to talk about that." Harry was grabbing Malfoy's wrists again, but this time to pull them away. "If you're going to turn this on me, we don't have to do this. I don't have to let you."

Draco scoffed, "Let me? You want me." This made Harry's brows furrow.

"No," The Gryffindor denied. "You want me." His expression softened after Draco let out a growl.

"So you do not want this?" The blonde's head dipped down until he could kiss Harry's chest. He felt the arch of the other boy's back as he made his way down, stopping only at the waistband of Harry's trousers. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," Harry said breathlessly.

"Then do not lie. You need me as much as I do you." Suddenly, Draco was caught in a starved kiss. It had too much teeth and tongue, but he didn't mind one bit. As long as Harry wanted him, he couldn't care.

It was a race to get each other's clothes off. While Harry was tugging Draco's robes over his head, the Slytherin was unbuckling the brunette's pants and tossed them to the foot of his bunk. Harry let out a breath as he ran his warm hands over Malfoy's thin figure. "You're beautiful."

"So are you," Draco replied. He was nothing compared to Harry, who was all tan skin and lean muscle and bright eyes. "We don't have much time left." His hands were back on Harry's waist.

"If you didn't talk so much, we could have gotten somewhere already." Draco could sense the humor in Harry's voice.

"Let's 'get somewhere', then." Malfoy paused before pulling off Harry's boxers to look for any objection. He found none. He sucked in a breath, unable to tear his eyes away from Harry's cock. He thumbed the tip, smearing the pre-cum that gathered there. Harry gave a shuttered gasp, his fingers finding the sheets and holding them like a vice.

"You too," The Gryyindor uttered. "take yours off, too."

Draco nodded. "Right." It was as if all the confidence he had magically washed away from the time he was kissing Harry to now when he, too, needed to rid himself of all his clothing. Being raised as a Malfoy made him unsurprisingly conservative. It didn't help that who he was undressing in front of was the boy he was made to destroy. It took a few moments for Draco to take off his briefs, but once he did, Harry wrapped his legs around his waist to force him closer. "Merlin, Potter-"

"Harry."

"Harry." Draco corrected himself. Harry was beautiful, perfect even, underneath him. The desperation on his face was all Draco needed to urge him forward. This was something he had only dreamed of happening (literally): his enemy writhing in pleasure, screaming his name like a prayer. It was the one time Draco was allowed to win. "Unfortunately," The Slytherin began. He wrapped his hand around his length to press it against Harry's. "this is the best I can do."

"No, this is good." The brunette's hand joined his, Harry's fist going around both of their cocks. With another confirming nod from him, Draco's hand began to move in an upward-downwards motion. It took a few pumps to their cocks for Harry's hand to join Malfoy's. Pleasure shot up Draco's spine and blurred his vision. It wasn't just having Harry jerk his dick that made primal noises fall from his lips, but also how the Golden Boy's eyes were fluttering closed. He caught every one of Harry's pants and curses. He caged the brunette in with his available hand, which held him up on the mattress. He touched his forehead to Harry's, feeling the other's hot breath on his face.

"Draco," Harry panted.

"What? Is this all you can handle?" Draco grunted.

"Shut up." The Gryffindor snapped in return, making Draco chuckle.

"Go on, then," Malfoy nipped at Harry's neck, licking the thin sheen of sweat from his skin. "cum for me. Make a mess of our cocks."

"Draco," Harry said again, but more urgently. "Seriously, shut up." When Draco paused their movements, his head cleared enough to pick up on the distant sound of voices from the common room.

"Fuck..." He pulled the covers over their naked bodies, laying on top of Harry. He felt nails digging into his shoulder and knew it was a punishment from Harry for being reckless. If whoever it was came into the dormitory, they would both be skewed if they got caught, and it would probably be Draco's fault (though he hated to admit it). His heart pounded against his chest and he cursed anyone who dared to enter their own dorm while he had the Chosen One in his bed.

He turned his head to meet eyes with Harry Potter, who looked beyond angry. Perfect. He began to kiss Harry again. Surprisingly, he was not pushed away. Calloused hands reached to hold the back of Malfoy's head while plump lips kissed him breathless. Draco's hand started up again, turning Harry into a puddle. The Slytherin smirked into their kiss. The unbreakable boy was nothing but putty because his cock was being touched by a Death Eater's son. Draco's ego soured.

Harry was grabbing his shoulders, shaking his head quickly, but Draco didn't let up. He felt the twitching of Harry's cock. He was close, and so was Draco. His father was not in the room to condescend him. No one was getting in his way of completely unraveling Harry Potter. The building of fire in his stomach set him ablaze. His hips moved on their own, creating greater friction between them. Harry was looking for anything to hold onto while his eyes rolled back. Draco knew then that he would never have enough of Harry after tonight. He could never be without a pair of emerald eyes staring back at him in his mind. Harry Potter was meant to be his.

He stifled a moan in Harry's shoulder. His cock spilled seed into his and Harry's fist, mixing with the Gryffindor's. He stayed there to catch his breath, then found his strength to push himself up again. Harry was staring back at him. He heard the dorm entry door shut. "Are you going to call me an idiot?" Draco asked. Harry shook his head. He grabbed Draco's arms and flipped them, causing the sheets to fall around them, exposing their sweaty bodies to the air. Harry's glasses were falling down his nose, his wild hair obscuring his eyes from view. "What are you going to tell me, then?" Harry was silent still. He reached for his robes, digging around until his hand found his wand. Draco blinked.

"Stupefy."