mental// drarry

chapter eight

goodness sorry i haven't been updating guys! i've been pretty busy with school lately. i'm on the second week and i'm already going to do workouts for lax, and maybe even be in a play!!
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Draco felt himself begin to shake as his lips were parted as soft pants left him. "H-Harry..." he murmured, as he arched his back off the bed. His blonde hair was a mess on top of his head, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His cheeks were a tinted pink, as he held Harry's head into place. His mouth was warm around him, as he sucked the life of out of him. Harry looked up at him, his green eyes wide with lust. His hair was tousled to the side, his tan skin gleaming with sweat. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, as he worked his hand up and down Draco's shaft. Draco let out a soft groan, as Harry worked wonder's upon him. His tongue lapped at him, making his thighs quiver. He felt a warmth building up at the bottom of his stomach.

"H-Harry. Fuck, I'm gonna," Draco's words went incoherent as he felt himself release into Harry's talented mouth, and Harry drank it up with a small slurp.

Draco let his head fall back on the pillow, his toes curling from the pleasure of his climax. His pink lips formed an "o" as he felt himself coming down from it. He rolled his head to the side, casting a lazy glance to Harry. Harry looked back at him.

"Wake up, Draco," Harry said suddenly.

Draco looked at him, quizzically.

Harry's face suddenly shifted into one of laughter, as he saw him being surrounded by classmates. All of them were laughing at him. All pointing at him. All mocking him.

He hid himself into the blanket, looking at Harry, betrayal evident on his face. Harry just cast him a wry smile, as he slid off his bed and made his way to Ginny. He looked back at him, winked, and kissed her. Draco heard a scream, and it shocked him to realize that it was himself who was screaming.

Draco awoke with a start. He was trembling, as his blonde hair was stuck to his forehead.

Snickering above him was Blaise, his brown skin gleaming against the moonlight. His face was fixed into a smirk, as he crossed his arms across his chest. Humor danced in his eyes, along with amusement. Draco let out a small squeak, as he noticed that he was hard. Blaise raised an eyebrow at him, and Draco cast him a sneer.

"Oh, shush it will you," Draco muttered at him, throwing a pillow at him.

"H-Harry!" Blaise taunted, as he scrunched up his face, mocking his face that had been etched with pleasure. Draco's cheeks heated up, as he shoved his face into his pillow and shrieked.

"I'm only messing with you mate, I won't tell anyone about this. Just.. go get rid of your little problem..." Blaise said, awkwardly gesturing to Draco's "problem."

Draco nodded stiffly, as he darted out of his covers and into the bathroom, patiently waiting for Blaise to leave him. As soon as he heard the closing of a door, he quickly shoved his pants down, and took himself into his hand. He was hard, as in hurting at how hot he was. He tugged at himself a few times, spilling all over his hand. His mind was smothered with image of him being taken by Potter, and how vivid it had been.

And oddly enough, how much he wished it was a reality.

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Sorry for this small blurb of an update. I've had no inspiration or motivation to write any of this fanfic at the moment. I've been pretty busy, and I hope this suffices. My writing is horrible as you can tell, and I don't know why anyone reads this. I wish someone would actually comment, tbh. I wish someone would tell me they actually read this and it's not just me reading over it to make sure everything is good.

Anywho, next chapter will probably be an interaction between Harry and Draco so get ready for that!!

The update will be up as soon as I have the time and motivation to type it!