Detention. Great, just what I needed. It wasn’t even my fault; I was minding my own business, but Malfoy, the damned git, had to go and ruin everything. If he had just kept walking none of this would have happened. I could be hanging with my friends, finally trying to be happy now that the threat of Voldemort was gone for good, but no. Malfoy just had to insult me, which was fine, I could take that, but then he insulted Hermione and Ron. That is something that I won’t tolerate. So I had to fight back, how could I not? If only McGonagall weren’t walking past at that moment. But she did and now I’m here. We both are, so at least Malfoy is being punished.
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Potter, that brainless imbecile, what was he thinking? Well, he clearly wasn't, since he got both of us in detention, not to mention the house points we both lost. If he doesn’t regret this already I will make sure he does by the end of this. I hope he suffers, it’s his fault. Detention is the last thing I need right now. If he hadn't glared at me, I wouldn’t have said anything. Then he had to go and curse me, the idiot. But that wasn’t enough, no, he just had to push me against the wall. Though when McGonagall flung him back, it made everything almost worth it.
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I was the last to arrive, and it must have been quite a productive day for handing out detentions because every seat had been filled, except one. All the desks are separated into pairs and of course, the only spot open is the one next to Malfoy. Adrenaline flows through me and urges me forward. I threw my bag down to the floor dragged the chair back so it scraped along the ground and dropped into my chair. Malfoy’s face was priceless. Anger, shock, irritation and best of all, challenge. They were all painted on his face. ‘This is it,’ I thought, ‘round two’. I knew he was thinking it too.
Professor Binns was in charge of detention so I knew I could get away with a few things, especially sitting at the very back in the corner where we would most likely be overlooked.
But this is not the moment, I’ll wait until Binns falls asleep like he usually does and that’s when I’ll strike.
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Potter keeps looking over at Prof. Binns and it’s starting to get on my nerves, in a quiet voice I ask him, “Can you be any more obvious?”
“What do you mean?” he actually looks surprised.
“I mean, you thick-headed buffoon, that looking over at Binns every five seconds is not going to make him fall asleep faster and it’s making your plan transparent to me, so I’ll be ready for whatever you think you can do,” that got him angry.
“How do you know that I’m planning something, maybe I’m just bored and looking at Binns is the only thing to do,” Potter had raised his voice.
Binns looked up at them, “Quiet at the back boys, no talking.”
“Sorry, Professor,” both Potter and I say.
“Look what you’ve done, now if we say anything else we’ll get another detention,” I say.
“Me? You started it!” Potter whisper-shouted.
“Yeah, but you’re the one who got his attention.”
“Malfoy, you’re three seconds away from getting punched,” Potter tried to threaten me.
“You Gryffindors only ever think with your fists, but what happens when you can’t use them?” I already have my wand out, all I have to do is point it and say, “Petrificus Totalus!” Potter goes rigid and drops to the floor like a plank of wood, “Oops, sorry Potter.”
“Malfoy!” Prof Binns says, “Detention, all day Saturday! And 50 points from Slytherin.”
“He deserved it,” I shrug and settle into my seat.
~~~~
Prof. Binns reverses the spell and I sit back in my chair. Malfoy looks so smug, but I’ll show him what happens when he messes with me, he won’t see it coming this time.
“Potter, whatever you’re planning, it won’t work,” Malfoy says, he doesn’t even look at me.
“I’m not planning anything, so stop acting like you know what I’m thinking,” I bite back and while he’s distracted I discretely pull out my wand and aim it at him. I go through the list of spells I’ve learnt over the past five years until I remember the perfect one ‘Evanesco’, the vanishing spell and I know just what to do with it.
“Please, Potter I’ve known you for five years now, and I can tell when you’re planning som–” I cut Malfoy off before he can finish his little speech and cast the spell.
“Evanesco!” I flick the wand and all his clothes vanish.
“Potter!” Malfoy looks down and covers himself. He looks around frantically and sees that everyone is looking at him, I just laugh. “Stop laughing and put my clothes back!” I can’t take him seriously like this, “Potter, I’m serious!”
“I’m sure you are, but unfortunately I don’t know the reversal spell,” I say, still laughing.
“Potter, Malfoy! What have you done now?” Prof. Binns demands.
“Well, Malfoy thought it was a bit warm in here, so I helped him cool down,” I say smirking, my face is starting to hurt.
“Potter vanished my clothes!” Malfoy shouts at me.
“Right that’s detention on Saturday for both of you now,” Prof. Binns says. “Now, apologise to each other and Potter you can escort Malfoy to get new clothing and give him your robes for now,” I’ve never heard Binns sound this stern.
I take a deep breath before saying, “Sorry, Malfoy I won’t do it again.”
“Sorry, Potter,” Malfoy scowls.
“Good, now Potter, give Malfoy your robes and go, I don’t want to hear any more from you two.”
“Ok professor,” I say as I take off my robes.
Malfoy snatches the robes and puts them on quickly. “These are too big, I’ll trip on them.”
“Well too bad, that’s all you’re getting,” Binns says.
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I’m wearing Potter’s robes, I’m naked and wearing Potter’s robes. This is not what I thought would happen today. The worst part is that it smells nice too. Potter must use some kind of cologne now, I can’t tell exactly what it smells like though, just vaguely cologne-ish. The fabric keeps brushing against me and with everything that’s happened, my hormones are out of whack. I look down, I don’t think it’s noticeable and if I just don’t think about it, then everything should be fine, it’ll go away and I’ll never think about this again.
“Have you got a boner?” Potter gracelessly asks.
“No, Potter, why are you even looking there?” I try to deflect the conversation onto him.
“I wasn’t looking, I just saw it,” he shrugs.
“Well if you weren’t looking then how could you tell if I had an erection or not?” I raise one eyebrow at him.
“Look I just saw it, ok?” Potter looks away now, “but you definitely have a boner,” he says, smirking as he turns back to face me.
“No, I don’t,” I really do and it’s starting to hurt now.
“I could just vanish those robes and find out,” he points his wand at me.
“Fine, yes. I’ve got an erection,” at this point, it’s probably best to just admit it, “Are you happy now?”
“Yes, I am,” he smiles, self satisfactorily
“Really? You’re happy that I’ve got an erection?” I ask.
“Well, um, ah, no, I- shut up you git.”
“You are happy, aren’t you?” I stop in front of him to look, to really look and it’s true.
“No, I’m not.” He says and he tries to get around me, but I don’t let him.
“You are, I know you are.” I put my hands on his shoulders to hold him in place. I look down. “You’re hard too,” I nod in the direction of his crotch where there is a clear bulge.
“Am not!” he looks affronted.
“Yes, you are,” I leave no room for argument as I turn and walk on.
“Get back here, Malfoy! We’re not done here,” He says, jogging to catch up.
“No, we’re not, but I’d like to be in my own clothes, so hurry up,” I say.
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“It looks different here,” I say as we enter the Slytherin dormitories.
“Different? What do you mean?” Malfoy looks confused, and then it seems to click, “Have you been here before?” he asks astonished.
“Yeah, it was in the second year, we thought that you were the one who opened the chamber of secrets, so Ron and I used some Polyjuice potion to look like Crabbe and Goyle,” I say, not really caring that this information could get me expelled.
“That’s what happened? I was so confused I thought the idiots had just eaten too much,” Malfoy laughs, “who made the potion? It couldn’t have been you or the weasel. Was it Granger?” he asks.
“Yeah, she made it all in the girl’s bathroom, you know the one with Moaning Myrtle in it,” Harry should really stop saying this, but he’s already said too much so what’s the point in stopping now?
“Wow, I’m impressed, even I couldn’t make a Polyjuice potion until our fourth year,” Malfoy says.
“Yeah, Hermione is really smart,” I say.
“I’m starting to see that,” Malfoy says, “Anyway, I should get changed, stay here and I’ll be back in a minute,” he turns to run up the stairs.
“Ok,” I say, but he’s already gone.
~~~~
I put my spare robes and uniform on, then to take up more time before going back I fold up Potter’s robes, re-do my hair, check myself in the mirror and take a deep breath. I can’t go back. Not now, not yet. Not with the way that I’m feeling. My erection still hasn’t gone away. Why won’t it go away? I don’t like Potter, I’m - gag - not attracted to him. Though, now that I’m thinking about it, he is kind of fit. If you like that ‘just rolled out of bed and went to the gym’ kind of look. But I’m not gay, not even close, so I can’t be attracted to Potter. It’s just because of what he did, and the adrenaline I felt, that’s all. “Stop it,” I say to myself, “go away,” I say to my dick. But it’s no use, I just keep seeing Potter, so close to me, smirking, and that bulge in his pants. My erection strains even harder against my trousers.
“Fuck it,” I walk towards the door and head back down to where Potter is waiting for me. Though, before he notices me I stop to look at him, he’s turned away from me, but I can still see most of him, he’s got his hand in his pants, is he jerking himself off? He is! My hand reaches towards my own pants, but I stop myself and instead call out to Potter, “I’m done now, wanker,” and I continue walking down the stairs, but I don’t think he heard me, so I call again, “Potter?” no response, he must be completely lost in himself. I get up right behind him and tap his shoulder.
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“Fuck, Malfoy why didn’t you say anything?” I pull my hand out of my trousers as if I’ve touched something hot.
“I did, you just didn’t hear me,” he smirks, “you must have been too busy wanking,” he points to my crotch.
“Well you were taking forever and it was starting to hurt. What was I supposed to do?” if I play it off maybe he’ll let it go.
“If you didn’t finish, would you like me to go to the other room so you can?” He jerks his thumb in the direction he just came from.
“Umm, I mean, you don’t have to go,” I can believe I just said that I practically just invited Malfoy to watch me wank.
“What you want me to stay here and… wank with you?” Malfoy says, raising his eyebrows.
“Do you want to?” please say yes.
He takes a breath, then after a long pause where he looks me up and down, seeming to consider his answer he says, “Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” what am I saying?
“Ok then, but instead of wanking ourselves off, what if-” Malfoy starts.
“We wank each other?” I finish for him.
“Yeah,” he breathes.
“Please,” I lean closer to him, and then he bridges the gap and our lips meet. We kiss until I can’t breathe, and then we kiss just a bit more. I pull back first, “take your pants off,”
“You’re not just going to vanish them this time?” Malfoy asks looking into my eyes.
I just shake my head as I pull my own trousers and pants off, and he does the same.
I don’t know why, but I get down on my knees and look up at him, “yes, yes,” Malfoy says and grabs the back of my head, pulling my hair. I fit my mouth around his cock and suck. It’s not like I thought it would be. I realise that I’ve thought about this a lot, but it feels right. His cock is just the right size for my mouth and it tastes sweet, not salty like I imagined it. He must use some kind of, actually, I don’t care what he uses I just want to suck.
~~~~
Potter starts moaning on my cock and the vibrations that go through me from that get me dangerously close to cuming, so with the grip I have on his hair I pull him off, he tries to resist and I almost let him, but I say, “wait, I don’t want to cum just yet, sit down on the couch,” I motion behind him and he gets up to sit there, “It’s your turn now,” I grin at him.
I crouch between Potter’s legs and run my hands along his thick thighs. I use my right hand to pick up his long, hard cock and jerk it a few times, eliciting moans from Potter. I kiss the tip which is leaking precum now and lick him from the base of his cock all the way to the tip and suck on it. The heat of it makes me moan and Potter’s hip jerks which forces him further into my mouth, so I continue all the way down until I can feel it in the back of my throat and my nose is pressed into the dark hair there. I inhale through my nose and try to stay there as long as I can, before pulling back and letting his cock pop out of my mouth. “Fuck, you’re too good at that,” Potter whines and runs a hand through my hair and I go back down, picking up the pace and start to play with his balls, squeezing and tugging them gently, I suck them while I continue to wank his cock. I feel myself getting harder, my precum drips onto the floor. I can’t wait any longer, so I get up and straddle Potter’s legs. I line up our cocks together then spit on them. “Fucking shit, yes, oh, please yes!” Potter grabs both of my asscheeks in his hands and pulls me closer, I lean forward and we’re kissing again, I use both hands to spread my spit over our cocks and start to jerk them. Potter moves one hand to join both of mine, so I move my left one to the back of the couch so I can hold on as we both climb to the edge. I’m moaning into his mouth and he’s moaning into mine, we’re jerking in time now and my hips are moving against his, I pull my lips away from his to cry out and we’re both cuming now all over my nice clean shirt and his less clean one.
“Oh, fuck that was good,” I say, still coming down.
“Yeah,” Potter nods, then drops his head on my chest, “so good,” I run my hands through his hair, which is even more unkempt than usual. I kiss the top of his head in a moment of tenderness that I didn’t even take notice of before I pull him back and bring my lips to his again, but only for a quick kiss this time, though I do let it linger. “That was not something that I thought would happen this year,” Potter said.
“Me neither,” I say, “Do you think it’ll happen again?” I ask, “Not right now though,” I hurry to add and we both laugh.
“Yes, please,” Potter says. I look at him for just a moment longer and then I kiss him once more, before finally getting up because my legs are starting to go numb. I hold a hand out for him and he takes it as I pull him up. He pulls me towards him and we kiss again, laughing at the absurdity of it. “Shit, we have to get back!” Potter says.
“Fuck, I forgot about that, where are my pants?” I look around then spot them on the floor I pull them on and then turn to find my trousers have managed to get across the room, so I run over to them and put them on, I pull my robes back down and smooth my hair down too. I see Potter doing the same thing, except he’s having less luck with his hair. “Potter?” I ask, not really knowing how to phrase the question I want to ask.
“Yeah?” he looks at me and I want to just melt into his arms.
“Does this mean that we’re together now? Or would you prefer to just… I don’t know,” I pause, trying to find the right words, “be, what is it the muggles call it, um, fuck buddies?”
“What do you want?” Potter asks, stepping closer to me.
“I asked you first,” I deflect and step towards him.
“I just want to kiss you again,” he shrugs and steps forward again, “so I guess, I want to be…” he trails off, and I can’t take the suspense.
“Be what?” I try to prompt him, stepping even closer.
“Well, I want to be your boyfriend, if that’s something you want too,” he looks so hopeful.
“Yes, it is,” we both close the distance and kiss, it’s tender but still passionate and I can’t get enough.
“Malfoy? Potter? Professor Binns sent me to check on you to make sure you were coming back,” a boy a few years younger than us, Malcolm Baddock calls as he walks into the room. I spring away from Potter (or should I call him Harry now?), and cough before saying, “Sorry, Baddock, yeah we’re on our way, I just couldn’t find my spare shirt,” it’s not my best lie by far, but it’s the best I’ve got right now.
“Ok, did you need help or have you found it now?” he says as he walks towards us.
“No, thank you though, I’ve got it, did you want to go back and tell Binns that we’re coming now and I just have to grab something,” I say hoping that he’ll just go.
“Sure Malfoy, but just so you know, Binns is kind of angry now so you might want to hurry,” Baddock fidgets.
“Thanks for the warning, we’ll be quick,” I shoo him out.
Once he’s gone I look at Harry, and we both laugh again. I haven’t laughed like this in a long time. I hold my hand out to him and he takes it.
~~~~
When we get back to detention I drop Draco’s hand but kiss him on the cheek just before we walk in. I whisper, “We’re supposed to hate each other, don’t let him suspect anything or we’ll get into more trouble,” I smile at him.
“We wouldn’t want that,” Draco smiles back.
“What took so long? You better not have caused more trouble!” Binns shouts as soon as we enter.
“Sorry Professor, I had some trouble finding my spare shirt, so it took a while longer to look for that, we were on our best behaviour,” Draco sneers at me then says, “Well I was at least,”
“Don’t be smart with me boy, now sit down and be quiet,” Draco nods and walks to where we were sitting before.
“Of course, sorry Professor,” I say and join Draco at our desk. I slip my hand into his under the desk where no one can see and give it a small squeeze. He squeezes my hand back.