Draco Malfoy chuckled to himself. He looked over the steaming cauldron and mentally patted himself on the back. Excellent job, Draco, if I do say so myself. It was the perfect revenge. The perfect prank. The prefect...everything! Harry Potter would never suspect a thing and in the meantime, the whole school would get to watch as he humiliated himself. He'd never get over it. It was perfect. Perfect!

"What are you giggling about, Malfoy?" asked Gregory Goyle, coming up behind him. Draco had set up his cauldron in a little used corner of the Slytherin common room. And anyway, everyone knew to leave Draco alone when he was doing something there. He always intimated that it may have something to do with is father or the Dark Lord, even though they never did. But it always assured his privacy.

Vince Crabbe sidled up to him and looked over his other shoulder. "What's that you got there, Malfoy? A potion?"

He rolled his eyes. Honestly. Stumps had more brains than this lot. "Yes, Crabbe. It's a potion. A potion I just invented."

"What's it for?" asked Goyle, reaching forward to touch the stirring spoon.

Draco slapped his hand away. "Don't touch it! Imbecile." He looked over his shoulder but there was no one else in the common room. "I've made it to use on Harry Potter," he said quietly.

"What's it do?" asked Crabbe.

"What does it do? Oh my dear Vincent. It does something so completely diabolical, so absurdly dastardly that I am nearly faint with excitement. This, my friends, is a modified love potion of sorts. Very modified."

"You're going to make Potter fall in love with someone?"

"No. Nothing as pedestrian as that. No, this does something special. It makes the one who drinks it fall into unbearable lust. But here's the really fun part. It makes him lust...for the same sex! Potter will be lusting after every boy he sees! And if the boy is agreeable, he'll act on it! He'll be taking it in the arse and sucking cock all over Hogwarts. And the best part will be when it wears off! Hetero Potter will be aghast at his antics and everyone will know about it! No girl will touch him with a ten foot dildo! I call it...my Queer Quaff!"

Crabbe and Goyle burst out laughing. "You mean," said Goyle between breaths, "he'll bugger himself all over the school?"

"He'll be desperate for it!"

Crabbe bent over with laughter as Goyle recovered enough to ask, "How long will it last?"

"A week. That should be long enough for him to humiliate himself so badly he'll have to be home-schooled. And since he lives with Muggles, that will be the end of one Harry Potter!"

* * *

Harry took one last look at himself in the mirror and simply gave up. So what if his hair was a mess. Only Aunt Petunia seemed to care about it-and he recalled with a shudder the hours she spent trying to spit flatten it to his head until he felt as if he was drooled on by an Irish Setter. Besides, fifteen year old boys didn't have to look that grand. Look at Ron. He never looked slicked down and he was all right with it. Though he wouldn't mind looking a little better for Cho.

He turned back to the mirror with thoughts of her and tried to flatten it again. Maybe she was one of those girls that didn't care about that stuff. He hoped so. She seemed to like him and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Especially at night alone in his bed. There were some of those nights that he wished he wasn't alone. He knew all boys thought like that. But it did seem rather crude when thinking of the elegant Cho Chang. Still. He was a teenaged boy, after all. As much of a gentleman as he would be with her, he didn't have to be so much of one in the privacy of his fantasies.

He gave up again and headed out of the bathroom and into the dorm. "Ready for breakfast, Ron?"

"Starved," said his friend. They went down the stairs together, met up with Hermione in the common room, and left together for the Great Hall.

They found places at the Gryffindor table and chatted over their eggs and bacon. First class of the day was Potions and Harry was none too excited about getting there but he also didn't want to be late. That would be a disaster. So he finished his pumpkin juice and gathered his bookbag. Just as he rose from the bench someone stumbled into him, dumping the entire contents of their glass onto his robes, splashing some of it in Harry's face. He fingered the stuff from his eyes and looked at...Draco Malfoy.

"You stupid oaf, Potter! Look what you've done!"

"Me? You're the one who stumbled into me. Why don't you look where you're going?"

"You just jumped up out of your seat, idiot." He looked disgustedly at Harry's dripping face. "Well it's too late to get more. Thanks a lot, Potter!" He slammed the glass down on the Gryffindor table and stalked away, Crabbe and Goyle in his wake. But even as they left, he heard them giggling together like a bunch of school girls.

Harry grabbed a serviette and dabbed at his face. What was this stuff anyway? Some weird Malfoy breakfast cocktail, no doubt. He Scourgified his robes, gathered his stuff, and hurried to class.

He found his place beside Ron in the back and set his things out. As he did he began to roll back his robe sleeves. Was it his imagination or was it getting hot in here? Funny. It was never hot in the dungeon before. It seemed that Snape liked it extra cold. Maybe he was a vampire, thought Harry.

He looked around as he readied. There was Malfoy, all prissy with his stuff set up in a nice neat row and waiting with hands folded so Snape could see what a good little boy he was. Jeesh. Harry looked at his own supplies. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to lay them out logically, he supposed, and began setting them like Malfoy had his.

He pulled his collar away from his neck. Boy, it was really getting hot in here. He was suddenly transfixed by Blaise Zabini's hands as he set out his silver knife and chopping block. He had thick fingers, though they were long. Malfoy's fingers on the other hand, were long and elegant. And white. It seemed that everything about Malfoy was white. White hair, white skin...lots and lots of pale, white skin. Harry began to wonder about Malfoy's skin under his robes. Wondered suddenly if his pubic hair was as white as the hair on his head. And his dick. Was that white, too? Or maybe pink. It would have to be pink. A lovely shade of perfect pink, if there was any justice in the world. Actually, if there was any justice in the world, Harry would get to see it for himself.

For no reason, Malfoy turned and looked Harry directly in the eye. Oh shit. Did he hear Harry say something? But no. Harry hadn't said any of that aloud. If he had, Ron would have said something. And Ron wasn't doing anything but sitting there looking all manly and rather sexy. And sweaty. Harry could smell him. Mmm. It smelled good. Ron was looking at Hermione with a dreamy expression. It made his lips slack just a bit but Harry imagined that they'd be pretty soft to kiss. Yeah, Ron's lips. Probably soft. Not as soft and as pink as Malfoy's...and Harry looked over at Malfoy again who was still looking at him. The boy's grey eyes widened slightly and then they danced with amusement. Harry wondered why Malfoy was amused now. Harry wasn't doing anything, after all. They were just looking at each other. Maybe Malfoy thought Harry was as cute as Harry thought he was. Because he was. Cute, that is. Malfoy was really cute. That sharp little nose, those pink lips, that pointy chin. And those eyes. God, those eyes! So deep and grey and sultry under those lazy lids. He smirked at Harry and Harry suddenly wanted very much to lick the corner of his mouth, right where that smirk was. It was strange that he'd never wanted to do that before. But maybe Malfoy...no...Draco wasn't as sexy before. Draco. What kind of name was "Draco", anyway? It suited him, though. Draco. Harry decided he liked it. He rested his chin on his hand and gazed at Draco and Draco looked back, his smirk turning into a smile.

Snape crashed through the doors and strode swiftly down the centre aisle to the front of the class.

"We have a great deal to accomplish this hour with very little hope of actually achieving anything worthwhile," said Snape, eyeing the class with dark eyes. He waved his wand toward the chalkboard and the instructions for a potion immediately appeared. "You have one hour," said Snape, who, in a flourish of robes, swept behind his desk and sat down.

Harry looked at Snape for a long time. Now there was elegance. There was certainly something about the man. Harry may not have liked him-still didn't-but he had a way about him, how he carried himself. And his voice! Enough heat to melt a dragon scale. So his teeth weren't perfect and his skin was a bit sallow and his hair was a bit greasy. But Harry never believed a person was who they were from the outside. It was what was inside that mattered. And what was inside his robes interested Harry quite a bit.

An elbow in his side awakened him. "Harry!" hissed Ron. "We've got to get started."

"Oh, yeah." He and Ron worked, Harry becoming distracted with watching Ron's fingers work. He looked at the side of his face and began counting freckles.

"Mr. Potter!"

Harry startled back and looked up at the imposing figure of Snape standing over him. "Yes, sir?"

"May I suggest you pay more attention to your cauldron than Mr. Weasley."

"What?"

Snape leaned over and looked Harry right in the eye. "Are you paying attention at all, Mr. Potter, or should I save time and simply take points now?"

Breathlessly, Harry blinked up at the potions master, face so close to his own. Almost close enough to kiss. "Well," he sighed. "You can do anything you wish to me. Anything at all. I wouldn't be averse to a little detention...if you want."

Snape snapped up, eyes glaring. "WHAT?"

"I mean...." Harry reached up and laid his hand gently on Snape's arm. "If you want. We could be alone that way-"

"MISTER POTTER!"

The whole class started to giggle.

"Have I said something wrong?"

Ron kicked him in the shin and he turned a dreamy smile to Ron. "Don't worry. I haven't forgotten about you. You're next."

Ron shrieked and reeled back, knocking over their potion. The class was in an uproar. Snape waved his wand and vanished the potion before it could spill everywhere and then he sneered down at Harry. "Clearly, Mr. Potter needs to go to the hospital wing. Malfoy. You take him."

"What? Me?"

"If I have to say it a second time, Mr. Malfoy, points will be taken from Slytherin."

"Yes, sir," he answered sullenly. He walked up the aisle, grabbed Harry by the arm, and yanked him to his feet. "Come on, Potter."

"Okay. Bye, Professor!"

The last thing Harry saw was Snape, sneering at him from the centre of the classroom, before the doors closed behind him.

* * *

This was perfect, thought Draco. If he worked this right, they wouldn't go to the hospital wing at all.

Harry was looking at him with a dreamy expression, those green eyes glazed under his glasses. "You know, Draco, this is the first time we've ever really been alone together."

"Is that right? It's not like I'd make a habit of it."

"But why not?"

"Why not? Don't be thick. You hate me. And the feeling is mutual, I assure you."

"I don't hate you. Not now, I don't. I think you're rather...um...nice. And...very good-looking."

Draco slowed and looked sidelong at Harry. He repressed a laugh. "What an unusual thing for you to say to me."

"Not at all. I just never noticed it before. I believe in being honest. So I'm just being honest now. I think you are very good-looking. Handsome, even."

"And why should you care?"

Harry pulled Draco to a stop. He looked around and saw an empty classroom. He yanked Draco inside and shut the door.

"What's the idea, Potter?"

"Well...I just wanted to show you how much I don't dislike you. Er...thought I'd...you know. Well." He twisted his hands in his robes. His face was flushed. "Draco, can I suck you?"

"What? Have you gone mental?"

"No, I mean it. I really want to suck your cock."

"I'm not a poufter, Potter. Didn't know you were."

"I didn't know either. But I...well I guess I am. Can I?"

"I told you I'm not gay, Scarhead."

Harry sidled up to him, his fingers looking for all the world as if they longed to touch Draco. Draco smiled, doing his best not to giggle. "But that doesn't matter, Malfoy. Draco, I mean. It's just a blowjob, right? You can pretend I'm a girl, can't you?"

"It's a very interesting proposal, Potter. You...er...have considered the ramifications, haven't you?"

Harry looked distracted. "Whatever. Will you let me?" He was fidgeting. Draco wanted to do a happy dance. He couldn't believe how good this was. Not only would Potter be mortified after sucking a boy's dick, but it would be Draco's! He'd never, ever, live it down!

"We-e-ell," said Draco, pretending to think about it. Just the thought of someone sucking him-even though it was Potter-was making him hard. He was a fifteen year old boy, after all. "You won't tell anyone?"

"Oh no!" Harry made a cross over his heart. "I swear, Draco. It's just between you and me."

"Well okay. Just so you know I've never let a boy do this before."

But Harry was already sinking to his knees. Anxious little sod, isn't he? Draco watched as Harry reached up with trembling hands and unbuttoned Draco's fly. He pulled down the zip and started to drag his trousers down.

"No, Potter. You'll have to pull me out. Don't want to be caught with my trousers down, you know." And with that thought, he took out his wand and cast a hasty Colloportus on the door.

Harry was obviously disappointed, but he reached inside the trousers, fished around, and drew Draco's tumescent cock from his underpants and through the trousers' fly. He looked at it in his hand for a moment before looking up at Draco. Draco was mesmerized by the sight of the Boy-Who-Lived holding his cock like it was a baby bird. "I've never done this before," said Harry, his innocent eyes gazing upward.

Draco smiled lazily. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

Harry nodded and looked down at it again. He bent forward and Draco felt hot breath on his prick. Potter was really going to do it. It took all of Draco's strength of will to keep perfectly still.

Harry placed a reverent kiss to it first. And then a warm tongue met his flesh and licked before it drew away. Draco looked down as Harry looked up, his face turning red. "That was my first ever lick."

Draco only nodded. For some reason, he didn't have a voice. But his cock stood up at attention now. Harry shot a glance at it and smiled. He leaned over and licked it again. And then, as if he was a starving man, he commenced licking it furiously all over, from its base to the swollen head until he took it all into his mouth as far as it would go and sucked.

Draco teetered back, nearly falling over from Harry's enthusiastic ministrations. "Shit, Potter," he gasped and grabbed hold of Harry's hair, digging his fingers into the shock of dark, messy locks. Draco had never had a blowjob before. He'd just messed about with a few girls. Nothing serious and nothing that could get him into trouble later. Girls were always willing to give him the time of day, even a Gryffindor or two. But this was something else. This was...incredible!

Harry alternated sucking and licking, making slurping noises as he did. Draco heard a zip being drawn down and then the unmistakable slap, slap of someone jerking themselves off. He looked down and saw Harry-cheeks hollowed from sucking-and then lower to his dick in his hand. His hand was a blur as he furiously beat himself silly. He groaned around the prick filling his mouth but seemed to try not to bring himself off before Draco, and Draco was having a hard time holding on.

Harry's mouth surrounded his cock in that velvety, wet heat and his tongue lay flat against the underside of his penis and wriggled there like a snake. Then Harry sucked hard for all he was worth, and Draco lost it and came, pumping his hips into Harry's face. He heard Harry whimper around his cock and then Potter came, soiling his own robes with his sticky cum. Potter gulped loudly and licked his red, swollen lips, seeking a trail of white with his tongue that dribbled down the edge of his mouth.

Draco looked down at his disheveled face amazed. Fuck. Who knew Potter had such a talented mouth? "Well, Potter. If this hero thing doesn't work out for you, you can make a good living as someone's Friday night boy."

Harry smiled dreamily up at Draco. "Mmm. Draco. Your cum tastes delicious."

"Er...thanks." He tucked his still damp penis back into his pants and trousers and zipped up. "So you've never done that before?"

Harry shook his head. "Nope. But I certainly wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Hmm. Tell you what, Potter." Draco intended to pace for better effect but his legs weren't willing to move just yet. He'd never come so hard in his life. Amazing what a really talented set of lips and tongue could do for a bloke. "Maybe we can meet again. And we'll just forget about our little trip to Madam Pomfrey."

Harry stood and got close to Draco. "You want to do this again?"

"Sure. That way, you don't have to bother about other boys. Help keep your mind on your schoolwork, yeah? Won't get in trouble for propositioning Snape."

Harry reddened. "Yeah. Don't know what came over me."

"It's just hormones, Potter. We both have them."

Harry eyed Draco up and down. He reached forward and toyed with Draco's robe buttons. "So...so you're not gay?"

"No. Sorry, Potter. But I don't mind accommodating you. I know how tricky these things can be."

"Yeah. Relationships are hard."

"Aren't they? And so if we meet again...say around six, here? That okay?"

"Okay? That's brilliant. I can't believe you'd do this for me. I like your cock a lot, Draco. I so want to suck it again."

"And you will, Potter. This will be our little secret, right? You don't want the whole school knowing, do you?"

Potter had enough presence of mind to consider this. He looked up at Draco. "No. I don't suppose I do."

"Didn't think so. See you tomorrow, Potter."

Draco strolled out leaving Harry behind. This was working out better than he ever hoped. Now all Harry's attention will be on him and he could take the mickey out of him so badly when it all wore off. And he'd get some really spectacular blowjobs out of it in the meantime.

* * *

Harry somehow got to his next class and thumped down next to Hermione. "Harry," she said, looking at him worriedly. "What happened to you in Potions?"

He glanced at her and took out his quill from his book bag. He remembered that Draco was going to help him out and that he wasn't to say anything. So he shrugged. "Dunno. Must have been some stray hex."

"Well it was awfully strange. What did Madam Pomfrey say?"

"Said I was fine," he lied. He didn't like to lie to Hermione, but this was a thing between blokes. He reckoned she wouldn't understand it anyway.

"Well, I'm glad that's over. The thought of you and Snape-" She shivered. It wasn't that bad a thought, he mused. But he and Draco was a better thought. Draco. He almost giggled thinking about the Slytherin's dick. He'd actually held it in his hand; sucked it. Draco tasted and sounded so good when he was aroused. He whimpered and groaned. Oooh. Harry wanted to groan now just thinking about it. And then Draco came in his mouth! And Harry had swallowed every last drop! That was amazing. It tasted all salty and bitter but he had suddenly wanted it so much. He frowned upon thinking of that. He had never felt this way before. Maybe he was hexed. Except that it felt so right. Like he had been missing something. Malfoy was very handsome. Harry only wished he would have let Harry take down his trousers. He wanted to see, to touch his arse. He bet it was a nice round one. These damned robes never let a bloke get a good look and he'd never been in the Slytherin changing rooms for Quidditch. He would have been killed going in there. Come to think of it, he would have been killed sucking Draco's cock before this. Maybe Draco was gay and just didn't want to admit it. Of course, it didn't matter. As long as he allowed Harry to do intimate things with him who cared who was gay or not?

* * *

The next day, Draco noticed Potter hovering near him far before six in the evening.

"Potter," Draco hissed at him. "I told you. Later."

Potter was doing a little dance as if he had to pee. But it was an entirely different problem plaguing him.

"I know, but I can't wait that long. Come on, Draco. A quick one in the broom cupboard?"

"Broom cupboard? Maybe you're used to a cupboard but I'm not."

"Please, Draco, please." He sidled up to him and looked as if he was about to crook his arm over Draco's shoulder before Draco stepped away from him.

Well, he could use a quick one before lunch. He looked around and saw the broom cupboard in question. It looked big enough. "All right," he growled. "Get in quick."

Harry slipped in after him and pulled the door shut, throwing a locking charm on it. It was tight quarters all right, and Harry was pressed against him. He gazed at Draco's face and his eyes kept dropping to his mouth. He was leaning forward as if to kiss but Draco pushed him back. "No kissing, Potter. If you want your lips somewhere, my cock is getting ready for you."

Harry groaned in anticipation. Merlin! If this was Harry under the influence of a potion, he wondered what he'd really be like. But that was a strange thing to wonder. Just because he let the boy suck him didn't mean anything else. It was all about revenge and finally getting one over Harry Potter. It wasn't about anything other than that.

Without saying anything further, Harry dropped down and Draco leaned back against the wall, broom handles digging into his back. Harry unbuttoned his trousers and reached into his pants to pull out Draco's hard cock. Draco raised his brows at his own arousal. Well, anticipating a blowjob was rather exciting, even if it was from the Boy-Who-Sucked.

Harry wasted no time and quickly swallowed Draco's dick almost to the hilt. "Fuck!" he gasped. Potter was deep throating him without even a hint of gagging. Far too talented.

Draco threw his head back and closed his eyes. The sensations on his cock were amazing. The hot wetness of mouth and tongue, the suction, the feel of Harry's anxious hands kneading his thighs, all made Draco's balls rise close to his body with aching need. He was close, so close. It was so good. He rocked his hips into Potter's face and the boy seemed to welcome it, loosening his grip of his thighs and sighing into his pubic hair. Draco reached and grasped Harry's head and pushed his groin into it. "God, Potter. You were made for this, you know that?" Harry hummed deep in his throat in reply. And that vibrating sensation was enough to tip Draco over the edge. He shouted as he came, pumping his juices into Harry's slurping mouth. And Harry took it all, never choking, just licking and sucking to the end, releasing Draco's cock with a pop.

Draco fell back against the wall, his knees buckling. "Shit. Holy crap. That was unbelievable." He looked down and Harry was still on his knees looking worshipfully up at Draco's drooping erection. He noticed that Harry had not jerked off. "What's the matter, Potter? Forgot how to bring yourself off?"

"No. I just didn't want any distractions. And thought that maybe...well. Maybe you'd want to...watch."

Harry slowly rose and not waiting for Draco to say anything, kept his eyes locked to the blonde's as he carefully flipped open his jeans.

Draco didn't know why he was watching. There was no reason to. But he supposed this would be more fodder to taunt Potter with in a few days when it was all over. Remember that you wanted me to watch, Potter, he would say. And so he stared back at the boy and slowly allowed his gaze to drop to his crotch. Potter had gotten his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped and he was shimmying out of them. They fell to his knees. His taut erection was clearly visible pushing at his Y-fronts, but instead of reaching in, he slipped the underpants down over his hips. Potter's cock-as far as cocks went, Draco supposed-was fairly hefty. It was thick and long and a deep aroused red. Harry's fingers curled around it while his other hand reached down and cupped his sac, a plump appendage fuzzed with dark hairs. He squeezed it a bit and pulled on his cock. Draco watched transfixed. He had never seen such a thing, never saw a boy fondle himself and he wondered vaguely if he looked like that when he wanked in the privacy of his bed at night.

Potter was making a show of it as he pulled lazily on his dick. Draco was about to say something, tell him to get on with it, but the words froze in his throat. He found himself unaccountably fascinated by it, by Potter's fingers curled just so around that straight shaft, how he bit his lower lip till it was plump and red, how he used his other hand to fondle his balls or drag up his body to rub over his nipples, erect under his T-shirt. Harry tugged on his cock for a bit, twisting the tip. He let it go for a moment-and Draco watched it bob up to his belly, the underside taunting him with its naked redness. Harry brought that hand to his mouth. He opened his lips and licked one long stripe over his palm before returning the moistened hand to his dick and began to jerk it in earnest.

Draco hadn't realized he had dropped his mouth open. But when Harry licked his own palm to give himself a lubed wank, Draco couldn't help himself. It was hot. There was no other word to describe it. His own cock actually twitched at it.

Harry was wanking furiously now. His head was thrown back, his bared throat working silently in orgiastic pleasure. Draco watched as he jabbed his hips forward and white cum shot upward and fell back, landing on Harry's naked thighs. Harry milked himself, each twitch of his cock releasing another blob of cum until there was no more.

Draco looked at his speckled thighs and wondered at the edge of his thoughts how Harry Potter's spunk would taste. And then he shook himself free of that to look at his face. Harry was coming back to himself and when he gazed at Draco with those heavy-lidded eyes he offered him a lazy smile. "Did you like that?" he whispered.

Draco pulled at his robes. "Only a queer would have liked it, Potter," he said in an unsteady voice.

But then Harry brought his cum drenched hand to his face and slowly licked off his own spunk.

Draco ran out of the cupboard and headed for Slytherin, not caring what he looked like to his fellow students who happened to see him.

* * *

Harry was waiting for him in the empty classroom at six and the only reason Draco was there was to tell him it was off. It was getting too creepy for Draco. Too weird. But Harry's expression was downright feral and Draco hesitated, trying to figure out what Potter could possibly be thinking.

"Look Malfoy," he said, tracing a small pattern on the desk he was leaning on. "I was wondering if tonight rather than my sucking you, you'd want to...to fuck me. Do you want to?"

Harry's voice was low and seductive. He licked his lips and they glistened in the candlelight.

Hmm. Would he like to fuck Harry Potter? He didn't fancy losing his virginity to a boy, but this opportunity was too good to pass up. Remember that it was you who asked me to fuck you, Potter. Yes. Just how would that conversation go? Harry would be absolutely mortified, knowing that Draco was right, knowing-even under the thrall of a potion-that he had asked for it. And Draco would give it to him, all right.

His earlier reticence forgotten, Draco strolled forward, looking Harry up and down. The boy was panting for it. He smiled. "Sure, Potter. If you really want it."

"I do. Right here. Right now."

Draco gestured toward the desk. "Well. Get to it, then."

Harry wasted no time unbuckling his belt. His trousers were down to his ankles followed by his underpants.

"No, no," said Draco, trying not to look at Potter's distracting erection. "That will never do. Get rid of them. How am I to spread your legs properly?"

Harry tried to kick off his trousers but his trainers got caught in them. He whimpered as he struggled for a minute or two while Draco chuckled at his antics, even enjoying how his sagging balls jiggled as he hoped on one foot. Finally, Harry was free of shoes, trousers, and pants, and he stood naked from the waist down. Draco leered. "Bend over it, Potter. I haven't got all night."

He wondered if he would be hard enough, but the sight of Harry bending over the desk was enough for him. He owed it to his anxiousness to make Harry suffer, the vulnerable position the boy was in. After all, Potter was doing his best to raise his arse up for Draco. He spread his legs and Draco swore he was showing off his bollocks, and a tasty morsel they were dangling below his round arse cheeks.

It was at this moment, even though he was hard enough, that Draco faltered. He didn't quite know what to do. Certainly he knew that his target was Potter's arsehole, but that was all he knew.

He walked up behind him and raised tentative hands to Potter's arse. Harry sighed when Draco's fingers alighted. "You want it, don't you, Potter. Say it."

"Oh Draco. I want you to fuck me."

His words plucked a shiver down Draco's spine. He noticed he was grasping Harry's arse cheeks hard and absently kneading them. He stopped but then slowly began again. So what if he was touching him. That was the idea, right? He kneaded them hard in rough circles and as he did they opened and exposed Potter's dusky cleft. His furled hole seemed to be eyeing Draco rather rakishly. But it wasn't like a girl. He knew that much. Girls came with their own natural lubricant. This did not. "We'll need some sort of lube," said Draco distractedly.

"Trouser pocket," gasped Harry.

Draco smirked. The randy tosser thought of everything. Draco reached down and grabbed Harry's trousers and fished inside the pockets until he found a small phial. He popped the cork and dribbled it down the boy's crack. He certainly didn't want to touch his hole with his fingers. That made Potter wriggle his arse. Draco stopped and stared. There should be a law...

He shook his head and set the phial down before he reached for his zip. He decided he'd have to drop his trousers for this and as he did he looked up and spied Harry looking back at him.

"Oh Draco. You're beautiful. Did you know?"

Potter's words took him aback but he postured as if he heard the same every day. "Yes. I did." He positioned himself close to Harry's backside again and gnawed his bottom lip. So it just goes in, right? He grasped Potter's bum again, spread his cheeks with his thumbs, and pressed his dick against the tight furl. But then his mind worked on the situation before him. You're about to bugger the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, he told himself. You, Draco Malfoy. You've got your nice clean thumbs in a boy's arse and you're about to shove your Pureblood dick in a Half Blood's hole. You're about to lose the Malfoy virginity to a BOY! What could you have been thinking? But Harry was making mewling noises and swaying his bum enticingly from side to side. He pushed it back at Draco and moaned. Draco licked his lips. What the fuck. He pushed forward and his cock head encountered the resistance of the tight muscle. Potter grunted. Probably hurt. Draco screwed up his mouth and pushed harder, and the flesh gave way...a little. Harry cried out but Draco's dick was partway in. He looked down at it, concentrating on watching the flesh of Harry's small hole clasping around Draco's cock. His fingers pinched Potter's bum as he pushed further and the hole opened for him. He glided in even as Potter squirmed, panting, and whining. Probably hurt like a sonofabitch-because it was bloody tight...hot...moist...fucking fantastic.

Draco didn't move. He just blinked at the sensation of such tight heat grasping him, like nothing he had ever felt. True, the blowjobs were pretty great with Potter's tongue dancing all over it. But this exquisite cavern, this amazing tightness was almost painful in its intensity.

"Holy fuck, Potter. You are so tight."

"Ooooo," Harry moaned. Draco couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. And he didn't much care as he pulled out slightly and thrust forward. OH! Damn! That was...that was... He had to do it again and he did. Harry slammed against the desk. Shit. What did it matter if this was a girl or not? It was sublime! It was hot. It was Harry Potter and he was writhing beneath Draco like some slag.

"Harder," Harry muttered.

"God, Potter. You are a slag." But he did his best to comply. He glided his cock out almost all the way, gripped his hips, and shoved hard into him.

"Yes!" cried Harry, voice straining.

Draco did it again and Harry was nearly crying. He got a rhythm going of hard slams in, slapping his thighs against Harry's arse. And Harry jabbed his arse back at Draco. "Who owns you, Potter?" he grunted.

"You do, Draco! You do!"

"I own this arse, all right," and he gave it a slap.

Harry moaned louder and Draco only just remembered he had failed to use a silencing charm. Well, if someone saw them then that was just too bad. More humiliation for Potter.

Draco was feeling it now. That tight coil deep in his belly. The ache in his balls was rising, surrounding him. He felt it tingling and making his dick even harder. He pumped Harry furiously and suddenly exploded, yelling out his orgasm. Harry came right after, grunting his ecstasy and spilling himself below the desk. As far as Draco could tell, no one had touched his dick. His anus was now clamping down and Draco felt a second round milking him silly.

He dropped to Harry's back, every muscle in his body exhausted. That was the most amazing thing by far that he had ever experienced, the blowjob now being a close second. He simply breathed into Harry's hair, Harry's sweat soaking into his shirt. "You," he said between gasps, "are one hell of a shag, Potter."

"Thanks. I love the feel of your cock in me, Draco."

"Too right, you do."

They said nothing for a long time. Harry didn't even complain about Draco's weight on him, which must surely have hurt, pressing him into the desk as it did.

Finally, Draco roused himself and stood up shakily. He retrieved his pants and trousers and set them right. "You can get up, Potter, and get dressed. I'm done with you for tonight."

"Tomorrow?" said Harry, pushing himself gingerly from the desk. There was a hard red line across his belly where the edge of the desk cut into him. "Same time?"

"No. Best make it later. Say ten?"

"Okay. If I can wait that long."

"You'll have to." Draco was straightening his tie and brushing his robes back into place. Harry was looking at him longingly. "Potter, what now? You got your shag."

"Yes, but...." He lowered his eyes and brought them up again. The green was so vivid in the candlelight it almost took Draco's breath away. "I'd...like to kiss you."

"I said no kissing. I'm no queer."

"I know, but I'd still like to."

His expression was so forlorn that Draco actually considered it. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "If I let you kiss me, will you stop whining about how late we shag?"

"Yes. I guess so. There's just so much about you that I want."

"True. I am hard to resist." He leaned back against a desk and cocked his head at Harry. Then he crooked his finger, motioning him forward.

Harry smiled a heart-melting smile. He approached Draco and slid his hands up his chest over his shoulders and wound his arms around him. "Draco. These are all firsts for me, you know. It seems I've been shagged before I've ever been kissed."

Draco drew up his brows at that but said nothing. It was hard to believe that the Great Harry Potter had never been kissed. He must really be a loser.

But then his mind blanked as he felt Harry's breath on his face. He was coming closer, closing his eyes. Draco was almost sorry for it. Those eyes really were something to see up close. He felt the heat of Harry's lips near his and he, too, swept his eyes closed. And then...gently, so gently, Harry's lips touched. At first, it was feather soft. Just a brief touch and then they left. But then they touched again, pressing firmer this time. Draco could tell that his lips were open slightly and he clasped Draco's top lip between them, just mouthing it a bit. And then they opened wider and took both of Draco's lips at once. He sucked on them and nibbled until just the tip of his tongue drew a circle over Draco's mouth. Draco's breath hitched. Merlin! How did he learn to kiss like this? No girl ever snogged Draco this way.

Harry continued in his sensuous exploration until that tongue slowed and tentatively swiped over the line where Draco's lips pressed together. Then it poked between them and slowly, sinuously, forced Draco's mouth open and glided over Draco's tongue. Draco couldn't imagine why he dropped his jaw and let Harry in. His hands had been loosely resting on Harry's hips, but of their own accord, they were sliding up his back and drawing him in. His chest was pressed tightly against Harry's now and Draco was turning his head and opening his mouth wider to get into the kiss deeper. He felt Harry's breath flare on his cheek and he, too, panted onto the other. He felt Harry's muscles beneath his fingers, felt his chest rise and fall, his heart hammering within. Draco's heart was doing its own job of beating furiously. Potter's kiss was getting deeper and more intense. His tongue was now wrestling with Harry's and lips were plastered hard against lips, moving in small circles over the other.

Finally, they both had to come up for air and Harry drew back only slightly before he pressed his lips to Draco's again.

Draco knew he had to stop it. It was feeling too good and he knew it was wrong. Reluctantly, he pushed Harry back and released him. He turned his face away and gasped, licking his lips. Was he wiping away the taste of Harry or trying to get more of it?

He looked up at Potter and glared. "Don't do that again," he said, his voice suddenly hoarse.

Potter looked hurt. He lowered his eyes. "It was just a kiss, Malfoy. And I let you do far more."

Draco straightened his robes. "Anytime you want to stop, Potter, just let me know."

"No! I didn't mean that." Harry touched his arm. Draco looked down at it. "Please, Draco. I don't want to stop."

"Then you'd better be a good boy."

"I will," he said contritely. He smiled. "Same time tomorrow?"

"I guess." He turned and didn't look back, wondering if he would return tomorrow.

* * *

Distracted all day Draco did return the next day. And when he was done shagging Potter, he dragged himself sated back to his common room.

Crabbe and Goyle were at his side in an instant. "Well? What did you find out about who Potter's shagging?" asked Crabbe quietly.

Draco had been with Harry every day since giving him the Queer Quaff but for some reason he hadn't told Crabbe and Goyle that it was him and Harry who were getting it on.

"Don't know. I don't think it's even working. I'm going to bed."

He left his goons alone, looking perplexed at one another. Well, that was nothing new. What was new was his new-found discretion. Why wasn't he telling them? That was the point, wasn't it? To embarrass Potter. But for some reason he couldn't fathom, Draco hadn't wanted to tell them about his encounters with Potter. For one thing, they felt really good. Getting his rocks off with Harry had been a surprising pleasure. Either Harry's mouth or Harry's arse, he couldn't decide which he liked better.

But that kiss...

That had really thrown him. He knew Harry had a talented mouth when it came to blowjobs, but how the hell had he learned to kiss like that when he said he'd never done it before? Maybe he was inspired by Draco's good looks. He'd said so on more than one occasion. But honestly. Draco had kissed girls but it hadn't been nearly as exciting, as sensuous, as intimate as that had been.

He slipped off his clothes and drew on his pajama bottoms. He slid into bed and magically drew the curtains. Punching his pillow once, he dug his face into it. It had all been very sexually satisfying. Except. Draco was beginning to crave something. Sure he liked the blowjobs and to see Harry squirm with pleasure beneath him, but he was beginning to feel as if he wanted Harry to... but no! That was insane. This whole thing was about revenge. About getting back at Potter for being such a stuck up nobody. Potter was the one who was supposed to be buggered, right? That was the humiliating part. Potter was doing the sucking, Draco was doing the buggering. That's how it worked! Except...

Draco turned over and tucked his hands under his cheek. Except that he really wanted to feel Potter's extraordinary cock inside him. No, no! He rubbed his face deeply into his pillow. No, he wasn't supposed to admit that. He wasn't supposed to let that feeling come to the surface. Bury it, Draco! But he couldn't. He wanted it. He wanted it almost as badly as Harry seemed to want it. But Harry was under the influence of a potion. Draco wasn't. That must mean-

"NO!" he sat up in bed, clutching his blanket.

"Malfoy?" said Blaise beyond the bed curtains. "Are you all right?"

"Um...yeah. Bad dream." He cast a silencing charm on his bed and slowly sank down again. He closed his eyes trying to shut it all out. But it wouldn't go away. He couldn't deny it anymore. He wanted Potter's dick. He wanted to lick it, to suck it. He wanted it to fuck him.

He must be...queer.

Dammit! He never would have known it if he hadn't made that bloody potion. He could have buried it forever, probably. It was Potter's fault! Why did he have to be so good at it? Why did he have to be so fetching? The way he moaned, the way he moved. Everything about him was way too sensual. And the kiss... Oh God, that kiss! Draco had wanted it to go on all night. It was by far the best kiss he'd ever had. Probably the best he'd ever have! Because it was Potter. Because... because... he... liked Harry. More than liked.

He punched the pillow again and wished it was Harry. No. He didn't. He didn't want to hurt him. He wanted him. More than wanted. More than those stolen shags in that empty classroom or blowjobs under the Quidditch stands or that groping in the shadows of the corridors. He wanted to be with Harry. Be his. Be his...boyfriend, he supposed. Dammit! How could he be gay? He was a Malfoy! He threw himself onto his back and sighed. "Crap. How did this happen?"

Worse. When the potion wore off any day now, what was Draco going to do?

* * *

Draco was trying to get up the courage to ask for what he wanted. Harry was nuzzling his neck and kissing his cheek, his chest, anything he could reach. Draco was raking his fingers through his hair. That felt good. He liked Harry's hair. He used to hate it, thinking he never combed it. But Harry told him how it was sort of magically messed up all the time. And after that revelation, Draco saw it as something terribly sexy. Rakish, even. Harry smiled at him. With those green eyes and that hair, he was so damned sexy.

Draco was half-lying atop a desk, letting Harry maul him. He hadn't let Harry blow him or given in to shagging him. He was trying to get up the courage. It was now or never.

"Harry," he said, voice softer than usual.

Harry looked up. His eyes were drowsy with lust. "Yes, Draco."

"Harry, I wonder if...you know. I was just wondering if you would like to... to... maybe...shag...me for a change."

Harry froze. He stared at Draco, mouth slightly open. "You want me to fuck you?"

Draco squirmed at the words. "Um...yeah. I was just thinking how unfair it's been. That maybe you'd prefer...you know."

Harry hadn't moved. Draco was beginning to wonder if he'd made a mistake. Maybe the potion didn't work that way.

Harry slowly blinked and lowered his eyes. When he brought them up again after a long pause, they were filled with lust. "Yes. I'd very much like to shag you."

Draco's heart stopped. It must have. The way Harry was looking at him, the words he was saying. It couldn't be legal. Draco's erection suddenly sprung to life, pressing painfully against his trousers.

"But you're going to have to take off all your clothes," said Harry, in a new sort of commanding voice. Actually, it was more like his old voice. It made Draco shiver with anticipation.

"Yes," he said, and with trembling fingers, he began to disrobe.

Harry did nothing as he watched Draco undress. It made Draco a bit nervous but he still slipped out of his clothes. His underpants hit the ground last. Harry had a look of a starved man. "Oh Draco," he whispered. "I have so longed to see you naked. You are so beautiful."

Draco whimpered. He felt so vulnerable. He didn't know what to do with his hands. He felt like using them to cover his genitals. But Harry's eyes on him, looking at him in that way, made him feel special, wanted...even sort of loved. Then Harry began unbuckling his belt. Draco licked his lips nervously.

"How...how do you want me?"

Harry smiled that feral smile again. "I want you all the time. But I guess for now...just lay back on the desk. I want to do it face to face."

Yes. Oh yes. Draco wanted that, too. Trembling now, he slid up on the desk and lay back, bringing his feet up to the edge with his knees bent so that Harry could see his...oh Merlin!

And Harry was looking at it. "God, Malfoy. That hole of yours. It's so small and pink. It's so...so...mine!"

Before Draco could say anything, Harry had dropped to his knees, grabbed Draco's bum, and hauled his arse to the edge of the desk where Harry sunk his face between his legs, nose bumping his balls. What was Harry doing? His cock was jutting above that dark head. It was lousy aim if he was trying to give him a blowj-

"Oh fuck!" Draco threw his head back. Harry's tongue was lapping at his crack. That hot, wet tongue flicked dainty licks all around his hole. Draco was squirming like mad. And when Harry's tongue finally swiped right over his tight opening, Draco keened loudly into the echoing classroom. Harry dabbed at his hole and flicked the point of his tongue at it for good measure. Then he gave long licks all the way up it, once, twice. Draco had never been as hard as this. He thought he might come from this alone. He grabbed his cock and squeezed hard, trying to prolong it.

"Harry, what are you doing to me?"

Harry merely chuckled and worked Draco's arsehole a little while longer until he got what Draco presumed he wanted: Draco pleading. "Oh Harry! Fuck me, please! I can't take much more of that!"

Harry pulled away and stood. "Thought you'd like that." He raised his hand. "Accio lube!" From wherever it was secreted, the phial slapped into Harry's hand. And unlike Draco who only dribbled it down Harry's crack, Harry poured it into his hand and ran his slickened fingers over Draco's twitching hole. It appeared that he liked touching it. Even rubbed his wet fingers right over it more than really seemed necessary. Then he sluiced his own cock and pressed it against Draco's entrance. Draco tensed. He wanted this. Oh how he wanted this. But it was still a bit scary. Would it hurt? Of course it would hurt. That big cock of Potter's stuck inside Draco's tiny entrance? It had to hurt.

"Don't tense, Draco," he said softly, making sounds of encouragement.

Draco tried. But he was far too aroused by Harry having his dick at his arse. He felt pressure there as Potter pushed. He tried valiantly to open himself and Harry grunted as he forced his cock just inside that first ring of muscle.

"You okay, Draco?"

Something he'd never bothered to ask Harry as he drilled into him time and again. "Y-yes. I'm fine." And he was. Potter's cock breaching him-what a sensation! So full and hard. He wanted the whole thing right now but didn't know how to ask for it. He raised his hips instead and thrust himself at him.

Harry chuckled again. "You're so anxious. But I don't want to hurt you."

"The hell with that," Draco rasped.

But Harry had stopped. His hands were still gripping Draco's hips tightly and his dick was still partway in, but Harry had a perplexed look on his face.

"What...?" he was saying. "What...is happening?"

Oh no! Not now!

Harry shook his head once and then looked down at Draco lying beneath him, legs spread. He stared at his own cock, the head stuck inside Draco, and his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "SHIT! What the hell!" He snapped out of Draco and staggered back. His erection suddenly flagged.

And then, the whole week's activities played on his face in crimson shame. "Oh my God." He was breathing hard, trying to cover himself, yanking up his trousers. "Oh my God. What have I done?" And then he turned a malicious glare on Draco. "What did you make me do? Oh God. I'm so...you...oh God."

Draco sat up, trying to cover himself. He slipped off the desk and reached for his robe. "It was just a joke, Potter."

The absolute wrong thing to say. Harry turned beet red. "How could you?" His voice was low and quivered with disbelief. "How could you? This is the lowest thing you've ever done. Does everyone know? Oh God. The whole school!"

"No. I didn't tell anyone!"

"LIAR! Slytherin House knows. Of course they do!"

"No! I swear, Harry. I was going to tell them. I was going to tell everyone but I didn't. I couldn't! Not now. I swear!"

"You're such a liar, Malfoy." Harry was wringing his hands. His brows were drawn outward and his red mouth was screwed up in consternation. "Everyone will know. I won't be able to do anything. Why didn't you just kill me?"

"It was...it was just a prank-"

"IT'S NOT JUST A PRANK! Don't you get it? Everyone will know. EVERYONE. I hate you. I HATE you!"

Tears streamed down Harry's face. He looked swiftly around the empty room and ran for the door. He threw it open and disappeared, his strangled sobs ringing down the corridor.

Draco couldn't breathe. "But I love you," he said weakly to the empty room. And with his heart breaking into a million pieces, he knew, with bleak suddenness, that he had killed any chance with Harry.


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