Chapter 8
Draco never forgot to set his alarm again. Even during the weekends. He woke up at six thirty, took a shower and did his schoolwork. This morning, the shower lasted a bit longer than expected. Whoever the person was that he heard three weeks ago, was there again. Pleasing himself. Draco couldn't get the moans out of his head, he heard them in bed, during boring lectures, during breakfast, they followed him everywhere. The voice was deep but the desperation made it a bit higher pitched. It was hot. He never banned the thought of being bisexual but he'd never liked another guy before, so he figured he was straight. This man really made him change his perspective. He got to the bathroom and heard the water running. He started his shower and only two minutes in, the moans echoed through the bathroom. "Oh god yes..." He closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the tiles. Taking in the sweet sound. This person, he sounded like heaven. "More, more. Want to feel- oh." It only took two seconds to get Draco's cock to come to life. Twitching and throbbing, telling him to get to work. "Fuck Yes. Just like that, oh my god." The moans grew louder as the guy started panting. "N-no. No don't tease me please. I'll be a good puppy. I promise! O-oh fuck." Draco bit his lip at the use of the petname and started to tease his tip. It was the first time he touched himself while knowing someone else was right there. Good thing I learned how to be quiet. He bit his lip while stroking his cock, the hot water burning on his skin. "Please! Yes. Yes I'll be your good puppy. Yours- oh yes yours! Thank you!" Moan after moan followed, panting and groaning mixed with the water hitting the tiles. Draco had to be quick. If the guy came before he did, he'd know someone was there... Draco bucked up into his hand and squeezed it tight to make the friction even better. His mouth hung open in silent pleasure while his eyebrows were scrunched together. "C-close- fuck no don't stop don't stop- please! I was a good puppy- please!" The word sent tingles down his spine. There was something about someone being so submissive to call themselves a puppy... it was beautiful. His mind was racing with images of a faceless guy with dark messy hair, a slim but handsome body and being a head or so smaller than him. He held back his moans while fucking faster into his fist and before he realized he reached his climax. He allowed himself to listen to the little whimpers of the puppy boy a little longer while being in his post orgasm haze, before dragging himself out of the mental state and showering. He finished quickly and dried up before silently walking out and going to his dorm to grab his books.
His dick twitched as he relived the memories of this morning, while taking notes in muggle studies. He really had to clear his head and start paying attention. "Mr. Potter, could you tell us the name of a baby dog, since your classmates seem to have forgotten?" "It's a puppy." Draco's eyes shot up to his classmate as the familiar pronunciation reached his ears, and his dick. No way... Did he actually jerk off to Harrys moans? Had he been doing that for weeks? It couldn't possibly be. Well, it'd be better than Weasel. He shivered at that thought. Oh fuck, it better not be fucking Weasel. All the hopeful and excited sparks that ran through his dick instantly died down at the thought. No. He wrote down some new information about the dogs reproductive system but couldn't possibly keep his mind on the subject. Was it Harry? It couldn't be, why would he be up that early? He seemed to be the sleep in type. He shook his head, it wasn't Harry. He'd figure it out eventually, when they start moaning a name he'll know. If it were Harry, he would've moaned out Draco's name already. He knew that he had feelings for him, so it would make sense. No, this wasn't Harry. This was someone else. It had to be.
"Hello Draco, haven't seen you at all today. How are you?" He looks up at Hermione and raises an eyebrow. She was being polite right, there's absolutely no way that she actually wanted to know. "Hello Granger. You noticed that very well, five points to Gryffindor." She rolls her eyes and sits with him, resulting in a groan from Weasel. "Weasley. Always a pleasure." He remarks, making the ginger roll his eyes. "Don't think I didn't notice how you ignored my question." Hermione chirps in while grabbing a pumpkin and chocolate muffin. "I thought it was only a question you asked to be polite." She shakes her head and smiles at him. She'd never thought she'd like him, but ever since Harry fell for him it was hard not to. Her best friend didn't shut up about the 'blonde god' and only talked about how much he'd changed. So she pretty much only saw exactly what Harry pointed out nearly every day. Hermione wasn't the type of person to hold grudges, she'd hold people accountable but if they'd changed, she would be okay. Apologies were prefered but not a necessity. As long as they'd turned into better people she was fine with however the situation had ended. "I'm doing fairly well today. What about yourself?" She chuckles and licks her lips before answering. "So posh," She explains when seeing his frown. "I'm great. We almost finished our Amortentia essay so when that's done we can start brewing it." Harry chokes on his bread while listening to his best friend. They hadn't done anything yet. "Oh, You're behind aren't you?" Ron says with a wicked smile. "Believe Whatever you want to believe Weasley." Draco says, knowing full well that their essay was close to being finished as well. He'd left Harry out of it because he knew that potions wasn't his strong suit. That, and because it was his way of thanking him for yesterday. He'd started some days ago but decided that he wasn't going to make Harry do anything except for help during the brewing process. "Is that a lie Malfoy? I didn't think snakes lied." Draco smirks. "Oh we do, If we have to but most of the time we're brutally honest. If you'd like my opinion on something, be sure to ask." Ron huffs at the fact that he always has an answer ready. Arrogant arsehole. Hermione hides her smile behind her mug and looks at the odd foursome. Never had anyone thought they'd end up like this, yet here they are.