enemies with benefits [drarry]

he hates me not

maybe it was the way malfoy had grinned at him. maybe it was the way the blondes hips moved when he walked out of the boys dorm. or maybe harry was simply mentally gone.

but something had led harry to have... well, not-so-innocent thoughts about the blonde.

it started simple and slow. thoughts of malfoy getting on his nerves, thoughts of self defense against the slytherin. simple things of hatred. and with thoughts came dreams, where harry couldnt control what happened. those got out of hand quickly.

the thing that passed the boundaries of enemies having at it was malfoy getting on harrys nerves and harry pinning him against a wall. it seemed alright at the time; he was just angry and wanted to let out his feelings on someone. then something switched. it was like his brain suddenly thought all of this was missing something and went a little deeper into the madness at the back of harrys brain.

malfoy grinned up at him. that same feral, deranged look in his eye.

"what are you gonna do.. potter?" his voice, even laced with thinly veiled ferocity, managed to send shivers down harrys spine.

"shut the fuck up malfoy," harry manages to spit out through gritted teeth. the blonde just grins wider, his arms above his head and being held down on the cobblestone by harrys tight grip. harrys eyes met malfoys.

"i dont think i will, actually," malfoy drawls lazily. harry growls, almost animalistic, and malfoys eyes roll back a little.

"fuck, malfoy, be quiet," the next thing harry knew, the blondes lips were caught against his. he didnt think, didnt breathe, just focused on getting the blonde to shut up. his lips trailed from malfoys mouth to his neck, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to his jawline. malfoys head was tossed back against the cobble wall, eyelids fluttering and lips barely parted. traces of that stupidly intoxicating grin laced his lips.

harry mouthed at the blondes adams apple, nipping it with his front teeth gently. the boy beneath him shivered and drew in a shaky breath. harry worked his way back up to malfoys ear, nipping the shell lightly. malfoy made a small noise in the back of his throat that sent shivers down harrys back.

"potter..." harrys lips focused on the sensitive part of dracos neck while he undid the blondes shirt, not bothering to think about where his robes had gone. once the last button was undone and dracos pale, smooth chest was showing through, harry trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses to dracos neck, down his chest, and back up to his nipples. he gently sucked on one, nibbling at it ever so slightly. the light touch drove draco mad.

while the blonde was focused on the assault of his chest, harry took his time in opening dracos zip, slipping his trousers down his perfect thighs. dracos legs parted on their own, bent at the knee as they slipped away from each other as he leaned heavily on the wall, panting. harry leaned back to admire the slytherins pale, perfectly smooth skin.

his lips pressed butterfly kisses onto the inner part of dracos thigh. dracos hands shakily wove their way through harrys hair, pulling ever so slightly.

harry took his time with this part, making sure draco felt good. he moved his light, fleeting butterfly kisses across dracos right thigh. draco sucked in a breath as he got closer to what the blonde wanted so, so bad. but harry just lazily mouthed over dracos ever present bulge, over the fabric of his boxers, and onto his left thigh.

"potter..." the blonde drew in a gasped breath.

harry moved to his boxers, pulling at the waistband with his teeth.

"potter!" harry bolted upright in his bed, covering his crotch with his pillow hastily. malfoy stood at the door, looking bored but slightly amused. "its eleven in the morning, so i insist that, if youd like to be kept in hogwarts, you wake up."

"why do you care malfoy?" harry snapped. draco raised a perfect eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smaller version of his feral grin. harry suppressed a shiver.

"i dont care about you staying in school, just about who you were moaning and whining for in that dream of yours," he drawled lazily. and with that, he left the dorm, leaving harry pink-cheeked and wondering when the hell hed been thinking about how soft the blondes lips looked when he grinned like that.