The gleaming sunlight reflected sharply in Harry Potter’s glasses, his brilliant green eyes squinting as he gazed at the brightening sky. He lazily got up and moved towards a tree nearby to escape from the heat, and take a rest from the warm sun.
It was the middle of summer and students all around him lounged in the warmth, they drank and celebrated the end of the war and beginning of the new school year. It was a perfect day, and as he stretched his toned arms over his head, he spotted him. Draco’s short, light blonde hair was resting perfectly on his forehead, and his pale skin gleamed in the sunlight. He was laughing carelessly and his eyes squinted beautifully with joy, he talked with his friends, engrossed in whatever they were saying. Harry felt his heart flutter and ache with longing, Draco had seemed blissfully unaware of Harry’s crush for months now, it had bloomed a bit after the war when they had begun sharing letters with each other, and now after apologise were given, and a friendship had grown, they became close friends. But all the while Harry’s feelings for Draco had snuck up on him, claiming his heart.
Harry shook his head and snapped out of the daze Draco seemed to put on him. He sat down peacefully under the green leaves and branches and stretched his muscled and tanned legs in front of him. Closing his eyes, he sighed, not quite going to sleep but content with just absorbing his surroundings. Blissfully unaware to the grey eyes that gazed at him as he did so.
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Harry walked aimlessly through the large halls of Hogwarts, many of the students had gone home for the holidays but the few who decided to stay mostly had the dorm and rest of the school to themselves. A couple of these people were his usual friends who also stayed behind to keep eachother company, such as Hermione and Ron, and now, Draco Malfoy himself.
The four of them had surprisingly grown quite close, even though Ron was reluctant at first he eventually came around and they were all happy. They were all currently sitting in the shared part of the Year 8 dormitories, Ron was sitting next to Hermione on the couch as they passionately argued whether or not Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Sprout were now romantically involved. ‘Hermione, listen, I swear right now, or shall Merlin strike me, that I saw them together at the three broomsticks!’ He argued vehemently, but Hermione was quick to reply ‘I would believe you if I hadn’t overheard Professor Sprout talking about her date with Slughorn!’ She bragged.
Harry listened to their display with an amused grin on his face, he sat on their right comfortably one of the plush red armchairs, quietly throwing the snitch in the air. Draco was sitting on the floor next to the bookshelf as he read. He was vaguely listening to the argument going on in front of him, but he was too focused on the way Harry looked in the soft glow of the dorm light, his eyebrows were furrowed and his brilliant green eyes were gleaming, he sat relaxed in the armchair his long legs spread slightly, and his broad shoulders perfectly on display, Draco felt his pants tighten at the view, and he quickly diverted his gaze desperately trying to focus on something else.
But it was so hard and he wasn’t just thinking that about his now quickly growing cock. Draco had realised he was in love with Harry when they came back for eighth year. He had decided to come back and continue his N.E.W.T’s determinedly ignoring the angry and fearful scares of other students, but when Harry Potter, the Saviour and The boy who lived twice, offered that they put their differences aside after the war, and try being friends. He felt that the weight and hatred from the other students had dissipated. And finally, he was happy.
But right now, his happiness had been replaced with panic as his now fully hard cock was frighteningly obvious to anyone who would look his way. He quickly made a rushed excuse that he was going to have a shower and get ready for bed, Hermione and Ron said goodnight to him, and Draco bolted out of there. Harry on the other hand was just looking at him with an expression of knowing and Draco thought he saw a flash of something dark flash through those intense green eyes. But Draco was so preoccupied with getting the hell out of there that he only gave Harry’s expression a quick thought.
Draco quickly got undressed and turned on the warm shower, his mind clouded with lust and desperation. Now that he was alone his mind raced, why did Harry look at him like that? Did he know? Did he know how hard Draco had gotten from just looking at Harry, and even now, the thought of what Harry might do or say to him if he saw him like this? His cock was painfully hard now, the red tip aching to be touched.
Draco’s hand snaked down his wet body and he began stroking his cock, slowly at first but soon his desire overcame him and he was pumping his cock quickly. ‘F-fuck yesss’ he moaned lewdly, he imagined it was Harry making him come undone like this, that Harry would edge him, and call him his slut. He swiped a bit of his precum from the head and gasped. ‘Yes Harry!’ His fantasy continued to play out in his head, Harry could walk in at any moment and see him like this, moaning like a bitch in heat. He felt himself near the edge of his orgasm. ‘Harry f-fuck I need your cock inside me’ he whined and quickly spilled his come all over his hands.
Draco hummed in pleasure as the afterglow of his orgasm washed through him. He was so lost in how good it felt he hadn’t noticed the green eyes that were staring at him from the door. ‘Enjoying yourself, Malfoy?’ Harry spoke from behind him in a teasing tone. Draco yelped and turned around as his eyes met Harry’s, Draco was vaguely aware that Harry was as naked as he was, except for the low hanging towel that hung around his waist, doing not much to hide the fact that Harry was already half hard.
‘What are you doing in here Potter!’ Draco said he tried to sound intimidating but the quiver in his voice gave him away and he gulped trying to cover his cock with a nearby towel. ‘Well Malfoy, I originally just came in here to have a shower and maybe wank a bit, but since you’re already here, why don’t you help me out?’ Harry smiled and his green eyes darkened with lust.
‘And why would I do that?’ Draco scoffed, his cock was slowly beginning to grow hard again at the prospect of what Harry had said. But he willed it down and tried to keep cool. ‘I mean, you don’t have to Malfoy, but I thought you might be interested since I heard you moaning my name so desperately’ Harry’s expressions didn’t give away anything but his voice was husky and had a smug quality in it. Draco’s eyes widened and he gulped.
’What did you have in mind?’