SMUT WARNING also im bad at writing smut sorry
Harry overheard Malfoy in the distance of the empty corridor "Potter!"
"Fuck off, Malfoy. I don't care. I'm not in the mood."
"I'm sorry? What was that, scarhead?"
"I'm not in the mood."
Harry stopped and stood still, sighing whilst Draco caught up with him.
"Scared, Potter?"
"Of course not. You're completely pathetic."
"Fine."
Draco stormed off with a frown. He got a few stomps away before Harry spoke again - he couldn't help himself. Draco was too easy.
"Coward."
The blond whipped around and stomped back towards him, knocking his books onto the floor. Harry rolled his eyes and smirked until Draco grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close,
"Call me that once more. I dare you, Potter. Call me it once more."
Harry, recovering from shock, managed to giggle slightly and whisper "Coward" again.
Draco slammed him against the wall and scowled (the only thing he was good at, according to Harry).
"Meet me in the bathrooms after Defence Against the Dark Arts, you got me?"
"Uh, yes, Dra- Malfoy," He croaked.
Whatever it was, Harry was looking forward to it.
After class, he walked down with Ron and Hermione either side; Draco with Crabbe and Goyle.
Neither of the pairs knew what was going on, and had seemed to adopted the idea that Draco was going to beat up Harry in the bathroom. He'd never go that far.
"Good luck, Harry. Whatever he's got in there for you... It can't be good. Sorry."
As Harry entered, he spotted a figure crouched down by the sink, sniffling and crying. Draco Malfoy.
"Um, Malfoy? A-are you alright?"
"Obviously not."
Harry walked over and sat beside him, trying his best to forget that for the past seven years, Draco had bullied him non stop. He patted Draco on the shoulder. Draco shook him off.
"How do you do it?" He said, voice cracking mid sentence.
"What?"
"How do you manage to get everyone to love you? How do you manage to be so bloody perfect?"
Harry smirked, "I don't," then put on a more sympathetic face and said "I guess it's just being nice to people. Modest. Also there's that thing where I kind of defeated Voldemort as an infant. Everyone loves that one."
About an eighth of a smile spread across Draco's face, "Shut up, Harry."
Harry.
"Now would be a perfect time for you to profess your undying love for me, Draco," Harry joked.
Draco gave nothing in return; only a kiss.
They broke apart fast.
"I, uh, sorry. I thought -"
Harry shut him up with his own kiss, that grew warmer as time went on, and turned into lots of little kisses on Draco's neck.
"Fuck, Potter..."
"Do you - do you want it?"
"I want you."
"I want you too."
They fumbled their hands across each other's shirt, pulling them off quick, grunting in between kisses.
Harry took in the sight of Draco's slim, pale chest as Draco took in his skinny torso. He trailed his finger downwards to the brim of Malfoy's trousers.
"Can I?"
"Of course not, faggot, get the fuck out," Malfoy snapped, "Merlin's beard, I'm joking. Go on then."
Harry undid the buttons and zip and slowly tugged them off.
"Hurry up," complained Draco.
Harry did just that, pulling Draco's boxers off fast, and then his own. He took his own dick in his hand and Draco's (notably larger one) in his other. Draco moaned loud.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy, you're not lacking, are you?"
"Shut up, scarhead and choke on my dick. Literally."
Harry blew a sarcastic kiss but didn't stop jerking him off.
Leaning downwards to take Draco's length in his mouth, Harry muttered something and, without warning, began to suck. He wasn't too sure he was that good, but Draco was.
"Ah! P-potter! Shit," He whined.
Precum leaked out of his throbbing cock as he swore loudly.
Harry couldn't take all of it down his throat, but he tried. Faster. And faster. And faster.
"Fuck! 'M gonna - ugh - cum," Malfoy shouted just before Harry nodded and he came inside his mouth.
"I liked that, Potter. We should do it more often."
