Sex Magic Continued

Chapter 26

"Malfoy! Malfoy? Maaalfoooy," Harry whined as he stumbled drunkenly through the dark castle after hours.

He didn't know how long he had been out of Gryffindor tower or even where he was right now. After downing a bottle and a half of firewhiskey the only thing he knew was that he needed Malfoy.

The few students who also found themselves out of bed at that time, accompanied by their partner, gave him curious glances before continuing their interrupted snogging session.

"Malfooy," Harry groaned, growing more frustrated by the minute at the current lack of Draco in his life.

Walking straight into a wall after turning a corner, Harry stumbled back and giggled drunkenly. After saying a quick apology to the wall, he resumed his quest throughout the castle corridors.

After what felt to the inebriated mind like hours, Harry saw a figure marching towards him and recognized the silhouette instantly.

"I found you!" Harry gasped excitedly. Draco, however, didn't look near as excited at this fact as Harry did.

Grabbing Harry by the forearm rather forcefully and with a quick use of alohomora, Draco opened the nearest classroom door and all but threw Harry inside. Following closely behind, he locked the door and leaned against it, hoping that that would stop anyone trying to get in; the vulnerability this position put him in did not go unnoticed by either of the boys.

"You look angry," Harry commented, making out Draco's features in the dim moonlight.

"That's because I bloody well am angry!" Draco seethed. "Goyle had to come and get me, telling me that you were wandering about the castle, after hours and fully visible might I add, screaming my name! What were you planning on doing if you got caught like this?" Draco motioned Harry up and down with a hand before continuing,

"You know as well as I do that word is going to get out about this.  What is everyone going to think?"

Harry, however, was thinking about something a bit different. Taking a step forward he leaned in to whisper in the other boys ear, "I know you love hearing me scream your name.  You can make me do it again if you'd like. I won't stop you."

He could feel the other boy go stiff before pushing him away.  Draco was visibly flustered as he shrank against the door even more, trying to get as much distance between the two as he could.  Brushing his palms on his robe, he refused to meet Harry's eye.  "I don't love- I don't want-"

He was cut off by Harry rushing forward and kissing him suddenly.

The fight in Draco immediately vanished as he moaned into Harry's mouth and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him closer.  One of Harry's hands tugged at the hair on the nape of Draco's neck, and the other rested on the small of the Slytherin's back, pressing them together.

The strong taste of alcohol on Harry's tongue eventually brought him back to reality.  Placing his hands on Harry's chest and pushing him away, he looked at him with a sour expression.  

"How much have you had to drink?" he asked, not being one to enjoy the taste of straight firewhiskey.

"I'unno," was Harry's slurred response before moving in to attack Draco's neck.

Harry licked, kissed and bit at the sensitive skin, extracting from Draco the most amazing noises that made it hard for him to control himself.

"Potter," Draco strained, trying to control his voice as he squirmed under Harry's kiss. "Potter, stop, I'm s-serious."

Harry pressed his hard on against Draco, eliciting a soft gasp of surprise from the blond.  He drug the pale earlobe between his teeth before slowly licking the outer shell, knowing that this would get him to cooperate and shut up.

Though he had no memory of moving, the Gryffindor had Draco's back pressed against the edge of a table.  Slowly grinding against him, Harry's lips found Draco's more than eager mouth, instantly parting to take his tongue.  As Harry's hand started to trail down his torso, he snapped back into reality.

"Stop, you're drunk," Draco panted; something that he didn't really care about, but was the one excuse he could think of.

Harry groaned and whined like a little kid throwing a tantrum. "Shut up and kiss me."

"I don't want-!"

"Shut the fuck up and let me fuck you."

"You're too romantic, stop it," Draco deadpanned "You'll make me blush."

Harry rolled his eyes.  "Bugger romance, that's not what you want anyway.  We both know you're kinkier than Lee Jordan's hair."

"Enlighten me then, Potter, what do I want?"

"I know you want me," Harry said with a confident smirk as he started to rub Draco's hard outline through his robe.

Draco's breath hitched and all he could do was grip Harry's wrist in what was meant to be protest, but served to be encouragement.  Leaning forward and asking in a deep voice, "Why are you leaving me? I know I turn you on."

To illustrate his point, Harry threw Draco's robe off him and slid his hand through the waistband of his trousers, slowly moving his hand up and down the hard, sticky mess.  Draco sucked in a sharp breath and strengthened his grip on Harry's wrist. Trying to form coherent sentences, he stuttered:

"Turning me o-on isn't -nngh- the p-problem-fuck-" Draco pressed his forehead against Harry's shoulder, trying to maintain his sanity as Harry wanked him off faster and faster.

Writhing in Harry's grasp Draco began to thrust into his hand, whimpering slightly and coming undone. He begged him to go faster, grip harder, anything.  He tangled his fingers in Harry's dark lion mane and kissed him hard.  His tongue exploring Harry's mouth, he stood on his tip-toes, unable to stay still. Harry slid his thumb over Draco's tip slowly, relishing the drawn out moan he got in response.

When Draco finally came, Harry cleaned them both up, but didn't bother taking his hand out of the other boy's pants.  Pecking Draco's lips before nuzzling his face in his neck, he whined,

"Don't leave me."

"Why do you want me to stay so bad?" Draco asked in a whisper, finally asking what had been on his mind for a while. He turned to see Harry's face.

The question seemed to take a while to register in Harry's drunk mind, as he stared at him blankly a few seconds before slightly swaying on the spot.  When he finally answered, it was vague.

"He said I have to turn you or I have to kill you."

"Dumbledore? And turn me what, gay?"

Harry shook his head and chuckled softly.  "You did that yourself," he said with a glance down at his hand still in Draco's pants.

Throwing his hand aside, Draco glared.  "Fuck you, Potter."

Harry smirked even more.  "Been there, done that."

Draco made a frustrated noise and clenched his jaw.  "Well, you're going to have to find some alternative, because you're not 'turning me'.  I'm not fucking falling in love with you, I'm not gay."

For a split second he felt this heart stop at the way Harry's face fell, the alcohol preventing him from hiding what he felt.  Then he remembered that he was supposed to be mad, as the two of them were being played and forced to shag each other.

"Malfoy, please, don't make me- I can't kill you," he pleaded in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry," Draco sighed before turning on his heel and walking out, leaving Harry alone in an empty classroom yet again.

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I'd like to thank @Melissa20 for suggesting a chapter with drunk Harry.  I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and I hope you guys liked it :) -k