Maybe I don't want to

Chapter 5

Harry knew he should speak to Malfoy about what had happened Halloween night, but he was a bit nervous. That wasn't what he'd planned on. He'd planned on flirting with the blonde, speaking to him first, but as soon as he'd stepped into the dungeon room he'd felt smoldering eyes on him. It had lasted for hours. Harry had tried to chat with his friends and dance but those damn eyes were always on him. And he knew full well who they belonged to. Mask or no mask that white blonde hair was a dead giveaway as to who the devil sulking in the corner really was. So he'd moved to go speak with him, but had found him bent over a table, perfect ass on display in those impossibly tight trousers and he just couldn't help himself. One thing led to another and he'd gotten the blonde alone in an empty class room and lust had taken control. He'd blame it on the spiked butter beer if he hadn't enjoyed every perfect second of their tryst and had already begun to plan a second before his cum had even dried on the boy's thighs. And wasn't that a sight to see? Malfoy with his perfect skin smattered with bruises and cum dripping out of his loose, fucked out hole, sprawled out for Harry to enjoy.

Malfoy, stripped naked and at his mercy was a thousand times better than any fantasy he could imagine. He'd simply had to mark that brilliant pale skin, to stake his claim. If he'd thought that was great, Malfoy begging him, him to just fuck him already was a miracle in and of itself. Who'd have thought the boy dressed as sin would take him straight to heaven? And then to sink into that tight, wet heat and have Malfoy shuddering and crying in ecstasy beneath him. It was perfect, but he worried that Malfoy would have second thoughts when his head was clear of alcohol and lust. Harry never thought he'd get to have this, but now that he did, all he wanted was more. He wanted to wipe that smirk off the blonde's face with his own mouth and to feel those deliciously full lips wrapped tight around his member. He wanted Draco Malfoy on his knees begging to be used and fucked in every way Harry desired and now that he'd seen a glimpse of what that was like he wouldn't be able to settle for anything less. Draco Malfoy was utter perfection and Harry wanted, no, he needed to own him.

So he'd scrawled out a note and sent it to Malfoy with one of the school's owls. He'd seen the blonde open it too, eyes widening and snapping up to meet Harry's. Harry had simply grinned and stared until the other had flushed slightly and become suddenly very interested in his breakfast. Now he was waiting in an empty third floor classroom, struggling not to bring out the map and search for the little pair of feet marked with the name he'd once loathed. Instead he forced himself to sit calmly, perched on a desk and studying his fingernails while inside he was debating whether or not Malfoy would show. He'd written in the note that if he wasn't interested in continuing what they'd started the past Friday that he need only ignore the note and not show up.

He was just about to get up to check the map when Malfoy pushed through the door. His blonde hair was mussed as if he'd been running his fingers through the strands recently and he was slightly out of breath, his chest heaving and his face a bit flushed. He must have hurried straight here after his classes ended to be in such a state. The thought pleased him, but it also ignited his curiosity.

"Did you come here straight from class?" He asked.

Malfoy just nodded, not meeting his eyes. That wouldn't do at all.

"Didn't we talk about this, pet? You answer me when I ask you something." Harry's voice grew stern.

Malfoy's head snapped up, wide silver eyes meeting his for a second before looking back to the ground. "Yes."

"Yes, what, pet? Yes we talked about it or yes you came straight from class?"

He watched Malfoy swallow nervously. "Both, sir."

Harry felt his cock grow at the title. "Eager, are we?"

"Yes, sir." The blonde replied immediately, heat danced in those silvery eyes when he looked up again. The word fell easily from his lips and Harry wondered if he'd played this game before, but he couldn't be bothered to find out at the moment.