fluff? smut? blowjob, tiny bit of exhibition, foreplay, foot humping, sex toy, pet play? overstimulation, nipple play and... yeah
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Harry was on the last step of the Astronomy Tower when he overheard someone mentioning his name. Thinking it was only his imagination, he ignored it and was about to step further into the tower when it happened again.
"Potter," someone said. The familiar way that they said his name made his body shivered. It sounded a lot like Malfoy.
"Potter," he said it again and Harry was about to open his mouth to speak up asking what he was doing when suddenly the voice spoke again.
"No, Malfoy."
What is he trying to do? The black-haired male blinked in surprise before he crept in closer to see the blond sitting on the edge of the tower with a contemplating look on his pale face. "Should it be Harry Malfoy or Draco Potter?" he wondered. "Harry Malfoy sounds ridiculous. As is Draco Potter honestly."
Amused, Harry leaned against the wall with a smug smirk on his face. "Draco Potter actually sounds much better than Harry Malfoy, if I do say so myself."
Surprised by the sudden voice, Malfoy almost fell to his death if Harry didn't catch his robe in time. The blond let out a flustered squeak when he saw the other male behind him. "How much did you hear, Potter?!"
He didn't answer the question.
Instead, Harry continued his sentence with the boldness a true Gryffindor would have as if nothing had happened. "Or we could try Malfoy-Potter but I think we should plan this after we started dating, don't you think?" He stepped back and walked away.
"Wait, are you asking me out?" Draco gasped in shock.
Turning around, flashing a cocky smirk he saw on Sirius once toward Remus, he questioned back. "I don't know, Mr Malfoy-Potter. Am I?"
With that, Harry walked away victoriously, leaving Draco behind gaping after him.
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"Hnn, Potter," someone moaned loudly in an empty classroom.
Harry halted his footsteps, face heating up, thanking every gods and goddess out there that Ron and Hermione weren't there with him, too busy sucking each other's faces off.
"Fuck, Potter! D-Don't tease," the person whined. Deciding that he should find out who was wanking at the thought of him, he peeked into the classroom quietly.
Draco, he blinked.
The Slytherin was stark naked, sprawled over the professor's desk with a large vibrator in his hole. Harry watched, enticed by the scenery as he arched his back off the desk, sobbing. His swollen prick bounced with every movement he made. Drops of precum leaked from the tip, down the beautiful red cock.
He entered the room, closing the door and locked it behind it with a spell before he cast a silencing charm around the room without a wand.
Without the other noticing, he used his magic to increased the speed of the toy, making Draco screamed as he spurted his cum all over his body.
Even then, he let the vibrator keep on pressing against his prostate, still turned on to its fullest capacity, torturing and overstimulating him.
Draco's head turned to face him with a dazed look on his face and Harry waved with a dark smirk. "Hello, pet."
"H-Harry," he whimpered. "T-Turn it off. I-I can't... N-No more, H-Harry."
