Harry came to his conclusion one morning when the sun still hadn't risen, and there was fog outside the castle. Harry just came from the kitchens looking for food and staying there for a few minutes taking his fill as the house elves crowded over him. That was when he saw a dash of white platinum hair coming down the moving staircases in a hurried step. Of course, Harry followed. How couldn't he? Draco Malfoy is definitely up to something.
Draco Malfoy exist (and the bloody tournament), to torment him from his already crowded head.
With his cloak already in hand, he puts it around his body and follows every step the other boy makes. He doesn't have a hunch about where Malfoy might go, but Harry doesn't really care as long as he finds out his (undoubtedly evil) intentions.
When Harry thought Malfoy had arrived at his destination, and his right hand climbed up to the doorknob, his head shook in Harry's direction, and he squinted his eyes a little.
Harry's breath stopped for a moment. Surely, Malfoy couldn't see him; after all, he was wearing his cloak. While Malfoy observed his surroundings, Harry took the chance to observe him. In terms of height, the other boy was already looming over him, despite both of them being the same age. Malfoy's eyes were sharp and piercing; the silver in them brought out his standoffish behavior. His lips was perf—
Malfoy entered the room, and Harry followed suit.
They were in the Astronomy Tower.
Draco Malfoy stealthily moved through the morning dawn with silent steps, to enter the Astronomy Tower?
Malfoy, with his long legs, slowly walked around the room, his hands hidden in his pockets. Suddenly, he flinched and grabbed something – a... box? Harry thought.
He tapped the small rectangular box in the palm of his hand as he continued to stroll near the enormous glass, looking outside onto the Hogwarts grounds. Harry looked away for a brief second to observe the wide, dark room – there was a desk and a few chairs lying around, and a lot of dust. His eyes returned to the other person in the room, suddenly there was a stick between his lips.
A cigarette? Harry thought.
Draco fucking Malfoy, stealthily moved through the morning dawn with silent steps to smoke a cigarette.
The cigarette was on his lips for only a few seconds until it lit up, releasing a small puff of smoke. Harry stared at Draco, his eyes fixed on the other boy, as he observed his lips. The constant puffs of smoke coming out of his lips and his long fingers brushing over the stick made Harry wonder how it felt to be smoking. He had never had the chance to try it, even though he had seen his uncle ver—
achoo!
Malfoy's head snapped in his direction, taking the cigarette out of his lips, and he started walking toward Harry.
In panic, Harry's breathing started to rise, and he could feel a bead of sweat trailing down his chin, so he hurriedly grabbed the doorknob through his cloak when he felt hands on his back with the force of pulling off the cloak that hid him.
'Fuck,' Harry could only think.
"Potter, what on earth?" The white-haired boy stared down at him. Malfoy wasn't panicking in the same way Harry was. Harry felt caught even though he knew he had done nothing wrong (besides following, or rather, stalking, Malfoy through the tower). It was Malfoy who was doing something, not him!
"I..." Harry couldn't find the words he wanted to say, his eyes focused only on Draco's eyes and lips, fixating on the hand that had trapped him below the taller boy.
Malfoy's eyes darkened, locked onto Harry's. "You're going to leave, and you won't breathe a word of this to anyone. Do you understand?"
Harry could only nod his head as Malfoy released him and rushed out of the tower. Ignoring the pounding of his chest and the bulge that had grown in his pants, shockingly he managed to make his way back to the Gryffindor dormitories without stumbling on anything.
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Harry couldn't sleep when he returned to his room. He lay on his bed, unable to think of anything else but Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. The things that boy does to him was inexplainable.
In the morning, as they entered the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry and his friends sat down at the table. Ron filled his plate, while Hermione reading and eating. Harry's eyes wandered to the Slytherin table, where he saw Malfoy's gaze fixed on him. His heart raced, and he fidgeted with his fingers.
"Are you alright, mate?" Ron asked with concern. "Is it the task?" he continued.
"Yeah, something like that," Harry mumbled, disappointed to break eye contact with Malfoy. When he looked across the room again, Malfoy was still staring at him. Harry's face grew warm, and he looked down at his hands.
"I need to use the loo" he said hurriedly.
Hermione offered, "Do you want me to go with you?" Harry appreciated the offer but declined, thinking it would be an awkward walk.
"No, it's fine. I'll see you guys in class," he said as he rushed to the door, hoping no one would notice the bulge in his pants.
Instead of heading to the restroom, Harry made his way to the Astronomy Tower. He wasn't sure why, but something inside him urged him to go there.
"What the bloody hell am I doing?" he sighed, burying his face in his palms. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the tower door open as someone entered and locked it.
"You look exactly the same as you did at the Yule Ball." Harry's heart went from racing to stopping entirely.
"How... why? What are you doing here?" he stammered, unable to stop himself.
Draco Malfoy, with his long legs, slowly approached Harry. He placed a hand on Harry's chin, forcing him to meet his gray eyes.
He never thought he would let anyone manhandle him like this, the way Draco commanded his body, and his body obliged without even thinking twice.
"What did you mean when you said I looked like I did at the Yule Ball?" Harry whispered, his voice barely audible. Draco's right hand held his chin, while his left hand brushed a strand of Harry's hair behind his ear. "You looked confused. desperate. flushed, and your cock is begging to be let out of you pants"
Harry flushed again. "You said we wouldn't be talking about what happened at yule ball, Malfoy" his voice remained low, and he finds it difficult to speak.
"It's Malfoy now, is it? What happened to Draco, my dear Potter?"
Before he managed to speak again, Draco's lips were on him, exploring his mouth sucking his tongue. Harry felt a saliva trail down his chin, Draco's teeth nipping on his lips. HIs gray eyes never leaving his own green eyes.
"You never left my mind since that night Harry, what the bloody hell did you fucking do to me?" Draco's voice was a whisper, his tone voice made him sound like he was praying to a god.
"Draco" Harry moaned.
"That's better, Harry"