Because I Deserve It - Drarry

Chapter 10

Harry looked at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were stained a dark red, his eyes bright and his pupils just as dilated as Malfoy's had been. He could only see a small ring of green around them. He raised a shaking hand to his cheek in an echo of what Malfoy had done just a few minutes before.

Harry was no longer uncertain. He fancied boys. There was no denying it, not when he had tangible proof right in front of him. Not to mention just how tight his pants were feeling right at that moment. He buried his face in his hands, groaning. He decided the best course of action would be to shower and take care of his...issue. Hopefully Malfoy would be fast asleep when he came out, otherwise he didn't know what he would do.

He turned on the water, sticking his hand underneath to test the temperature. When it was pleasantly warm, he stripped and stepped under the pounding spray. He sighed as the warm water ran over his body, soothing his muscles. He took his time washing his hair, hoping his problem would go away. When it didn't, he quickly used soap to clean his body so he could take care of it faster.

He was rock hard, and the water hadn't helped to calm his raging erection. Harry rubbed the soap between his hands, making sure to get them as lathered up as possible. Then, he set the bar down and finally took himself into his hand. He groaned at the sudden stimulation. After a moment he began to slide his hand up and down, his other forearm resting on the wall to support himself. His movements got faster and faster and he felt pressure start to build up inside him. Harry closed his eyes and was accosted by a series of images. Malfoy laughing and smiling, Malfoy underneath him, Malfoy touching his cheek, looking just like he had in Harry's dream before-

He suddenly exploded, his back arching and toes curling, spraying the shower wall. He gasped, eyes fluttering open as he rode out the waves of pleasure, mind filled with grey eyes staring into his own.

Harry washed himself off, cleaning away the evidence of his actions. He turned off the water and groped for his towel, grabbing it and drying himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and shoved his glasses back on. Of course, he had forgotten his clothes again so he walked out to retrieve them.

He thanked Merlin, Circe, Godric, and even Salazar too when he saw Malfoy unconscious in his bed. Harry quickly changed into his pajamas and clambered into bed, falling asleep almost immediately after his exertion.

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Draco woke up with a pounding headache. He groaned, burying his head into his pillow. He was seriously regretting drinking so much on a Sunday evening. He could barely even remember anything. His last memory was of Blaise telling him he was going to get Potter.

A hand poked him. He swatted at it blindly.

"Draco, darling," Pansy's much too loud and cheerful voice sang out. He raised his head so he could properly glare at her. She shoved a foaming blue potion in his face. Recognizing it immediately, he snatched it and guzzled the contents, sighing in relief as the Hangover potion took effect right away. He blinked hard as everything went back to normal.

Pansy was sitting on the edge of his bed in his otherwise empty dorm room. "It's time to go, darling," she told him, "Potions class starts in half an hour."

Draco shot up. "Half an hour!" He shouted. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" He asked, frantically throwing on his robes. He hesitated in front in the mirror, but quickly calculated that he wouldn't be able to have breakfast if he messed with his hair. And he really needed some good old bacon right then.

He rushed out of the room, Pansy right behind him.

"I tried," she insisted. "I came in earlier but Potter told me to let you sleep."