Bottled Courage

The Room of Requirement

Warning : straight into the smut. Overt your eyes now if it's not your thing. 😁😁😁😁😁 and it's gonna be a loooonnnngggg chapter and a hell of a ride.

"Potter a word now."Draco growled.

"Um Harry?" Ron questioned raising his eyebrow quizically.

"It will be fine." Harry replied dryly. He had dueled Malfoy before and knew he could best him easily. He had nearly killed him in year 6. He killed the Dark Lord and a few Death Eaters last year. He was happy his friends still worried but Harry didn't.

"Ok then." Ron replied turning on his heel and walking back towards the  Gryffindor common room.

Draco had picked up pace as he strutted away and Harry couldn't help but let his eyes linger on his pert arse swaying with his hips. He had no desire to catch up with him and spoil his favourite veiw.

"Hurry the hell up Potter." Draco snapped.

Harry didn't respond but sped his pace up anyway. He was suddenly confused to see where they were heading.

The Room of Requirement.

Harry gulped. If Draco had set him up then no one would know. Would the Room of Requirement allow him to be hurt or hexed? Ron had seen Harry leave with Draco. If he turned up badly injured he'd at least have a witness. He gulped again as Draco slammed the door open. He was still a marked former Death Eater after all.

Harry had had no time to react when he felt himself shoved roughly up against the wall. He opened his mouth to protest but found it full of Draco. He accidently let out a deep guttural moan as Draco plunged his hand into Harry's hair locking them into a frantic and passionate kiss.

"Merlin I hate you Potter." Draco practically purred before smacking  his mouth to Harry's again.

Harry had never felt so confused in his life. He could feel Draco's hardness pressing into his hip as he ground into him almost violently. Squashing Harry further and further in to the wall. He decided to finally just let go and wrapped his arms around Draco, one hand planted firmly on his arse and the other threaded into his platinum blond hair.

Draco's hair was so soft. Everything Harry had imagined it would be. Like satin and silk waiting to be pulled and played with. Draco was moaning obscenely into his mouth as Harry snapped back to reality.

He grabbed a handful of Draco's hair and pulled his head back so he could look at him. Harry bit his lip at the sight of Draco's face, one of pure desire and lust.

"Dray?" Where did that come from? To call Malfoy 'Dray' made Harry's cock twitch. He couldn't help it. He stared into his beautiful silvery blue eyes. He had never been this close to him before. Had never noticed the way they shined like liquid mercury.

Harry's eyes were drawn down towards Draco's lips. Pink, full and plumped.  The sheen of his and Draco's saliva catching the light like ice on a lake. He shook his head almost unnoticeably.

"Draco honestly." He almost giggled out loud. Draco's hot panting breath tickled his moist lips and Harry licked his own slowly before speaking again.

"Has someone cursed you?" He asked seriously.

"You." Malfoy moaned before lunging forward and snagging Harry's bottom lip gently. He deepened their kiss letting his tounge map every inch of Harry's mouth.

"I want you." he growled lowly palming Harry hard through his trousers.

Harry let out a girly sounding squeek at the roughness of it all.