~Drarry one shots~

~Alone~

Warning smut!
Draco POV:
Finally, the common room bedroom was alone! Everyone had decided to leave the underground lair for the outside because of sunshine. To me, that sounded revolting. Swiftly, I locked the door to the bedroom with a little charm Snape had taught me and ensured that the room was soundproof. Now was my chance to let off some steam. To allow myself to explore my newfound feelings towards Potter. I slipped off my clothes and allowed myself to think.

God Potter was gorgeous! From his chocolate (messy) hair to his emerald eyes, he was perfect. Well, he had some flaws but we can't all be flawless unlike some. But goddammit who could think that that piece of heaven was ugly! Slowly, my hand traced my hip bone, sending shivers through my body. Lips of an angel adorned his face, so full and so kissable, a distraction that had hit me many times and caused me to lose many fights to him, which wasn't good for my image. His voice lingered in my mind, just him saying my name was intoxicating (even in a bad way) and knotted my stomach.

A certain mood was increasing as I let my hand slip downwards slightly. I was high on lust for Potter! I picked up my wand and waved it slightly, sending the room into darkness except for a few candles who created a dim glow. Slowly, I touched myself. "Fuck Potter!" I hissed at the wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I grabbed some lube and imagined his mouth slowly bobbing up and down on me, replacing my hand. My mind was clouded with my deepest desires and I didn't mind. Actually, I loved imagining Harry doing these things to me. A familiar tightness was growing like a knot in my abdomen. "Oh fuck- you're gonna make me cum Harry!" I moaned and threw my head back.

Suddenly, the door flew open and a very dishevelled looking Harry stood there slightly alarmed and very confused. I went into panic mode and pulled the sheets over me as I screamed, "POTTER WHAT THE FLYING FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!" 
"I uh- first of all, I'm sorry for waking in on you..uh yeah." He stuttered as he turned the deepest shade of red I'd ever seen. "But, you weren't outside so I thought maybe you were up to something, which now I think about it sounds really dumb and then I found myself being drawn to this room. Somehow I got into the common room and somehow I opened the door with some spell I'd never heard of." He rambled, obviously just realising all that he had done.
"God Potter, a man needs his privacy! Just because I wasn't outside in the death-defying sun, doesn't mean I'm doing some dark magic." I spat. I was bitterly annoyed about him walking in on me but also highly embarrassed by what I said right before he entered. He avoided my comment as his eyes focused on the bottle of lube lying aimlessly on the floor. Almost like he turned into a different person, he smirked and I felt my heart stop. 

"So Malfoy." He purred as he walked towards my bed. "What were you doing before I got here?"
"Unless you're blind Potter, which with those old glasses you very well could be, I'm sure you can work that one out for yourself. Or are you really are the Saint Potter everyone makes you out to be?" I teased, trying to gain something on him but miserably failing. Stupid feelings, making me so destructible. 
"Well yes, I can work that out. But I want to know from you. I want you to say it yourself." He said, his voice dripping with lust and desire.
"Oh fuck off. You probably get off on this shit, making people embarrass themselves."
"Only in certain cases." He purred with another smirk. "Now go on, tell me what you were doing in this candlelit room. What have the walls heard you say?" He added in a soft whisper. I couldn't speak. My heart was so caught up in my mouth, it was blocking any words from leaving. "Fine then, be stubborn." He sighed as he traced his fingers up my exposed legs. "It's a shame we're not in the room of requirements. We could get rid of this distasteful green." I scowled at him.
"Wow, insult my house colours before fucking me. Classy Potter; you really know how to turn a man on." I blurted and rolled my eyes. He stared at me shocked and blushed.
"Uh Malfoy, I think you've read this wrong." He said as he stood up. "I'm not gay, I just came in here to see if you were doing something dodgy. I was just interrogating you but without you realising." I stared at him. What the flying fuck does he mean he's not gonna fuck me?!
"Well then fuck off." I spat and death stared at him. He held his hands up and walked back towards the door. "And Potter," I shouted, catching his attention one last time. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone, you're dead."
"Trust me, I don't want to bring up the time I walked in on Draco Malfoy doing the unholy." He laughed before going to reach for the door.
"You really are the innocent angel everyone makes you out to be." I spat, making him turn on his heel. He raised his eyebrows and the other side of him returned.
"You know nothing Malfoy." He purred, making me grow cold to the bone. A slight smirk appeared on his face as he circled the end of the bed towards me, loving the reactions I was making.
"Really? I'm pretty certain that you know nothing about sex.I'd even place a bet on it." I replied defiantly.
"So how would I know to do this." He said as he took my jaw in his hand. Before I could laugh at his obvious lack of knowledge, he lowered his head and attached his lips to mine.