𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 (18+ ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢)

Old Habits

     A few days passed since my talk with Potter. His laughter and proximity had been a test of my restraint. I wanted to kiss him so much that my soul ached from the need.

     Not paying attention to where I walked, I bumped into a broad chest. "Wow." My hand braced against the muscles, and I smiled. "I'd know those pecs anywhere." I looked up into Seth Diggory's sapphire blue eyes.

     "Hi, Draco. I was hoping to have a private word with you."

     "I have to get to class, but I suppose I could spare you a few minutes."

     "Perfect." A small smile made its way to his lips as he led me to an empty classroom. When the door closed behind us, Seth dropped his bag on the floor and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

     I sucked in a shocked breath. "What are you doing?"

     "After running into you on the Express, I was hoping you'd want to spend time with me." He ran his hand into my pants and started working his fingers into my briefs.

     "Not this second, I thought you had something to..." I shuddered under the larger boys' ministrations.

     "Why would you want to waste time talking? Class starts in fifteen minutes." He pushed his hard erection against my backside.

     I moaned as blood pumped into my groin. "We don't have time for this."

     "That's not true." His hand wrapped around my penis, and stroked. His soft, warm lips and tongue teased my neck, sending shivers through my body.

     My mind went back and forth between taking him up on his offer or not, like a tennis ball bouncing back and forth on a court. I half-heartedly pushed his hand away and he tightened his grip around my most valued appendage.

     Seth asked, "Do you really want me to stop, Draco?"

     "Yes," I moaned while straining against the urge to move my hips.

     "I'm not convinced," Seth whispered in my ear.

     I moaned and shook as he kept stroking me. It felt so good to have someone touch me as it had been such a long time since anyone had. Suddenly, Harry's handsome face came to mind. My heart rate skyrocketed at the idea of him touching me instead of Diggory.

     "Please don't, Seth." I haven't even touched Potter, and I've rarely ever turned down sex. How can I feel like this, what is wrong with me?

     "Your mouth's saying one thing, but..." He slid his hand, skillfully up and down me. My hips twitched forward of their own volition as he continued to stroke me.

     I shook with frustration that I wanted to take my irritation over Potter out on Seth's willing body. I finally made up my mind and yelled, "PET!"

     Seth released me and moved away, within a few seconds. He circled around to look me in the eye. "Who's gotten under Draco Malfoy's skin enough that he'd turn down sex?"

     My heart jumped into my throat, and I shook my head.

     "We may not have ever been a couple, but I know you better than anyone—next to your Mother anyway. Who is it?" He leaned against the nearest table with his arms crossed over his chest while waiting for my answer.

     I wouldn't look him in the eye. "No one."

     "Sure."

     "What did you need, anyway?"

     "I wanted to let you know that I saw Parkinson climbing all over you."

     "No more than usual," I grumbled.