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Harry laughs as he’s pulled into an abandoned storage closet by unseeing hands. The door falls closed behind him, leaving them in darkness. “You know I could’ve hexed you for pulling me away,” Harry murmurs.
Draco scoffs, “as if you really would have,” he huffs, “I should dock points for improper uniform Potter,” he drawls, hands grabbing the ends of his untied tie.
Harry grins, “you could,” he murmurs and he grins when Draco pulls him closer with it, pulling his head down.
Draco kisses him easily, eagerly pressing him against the closed door. Harry groans into their kiss, hands grabbing Draco’s hips. His tongue swipes against his lower lip and Harry opens his mouth with a pleased groan.
Their bodies are pushed together and Harry moans softly into their kiss when Draco rocks his hips against his, grinding their bodies together. Draco laughs into his mouth, fingers undoing his shirt a little, pulling away.
Draco tsks, “such a sloppy uniform, Potter,” he hums, “I think a punishment is in order. Turn around.”
Harry eagerly does, spreading his legs just a little, canting his hips to push back. Draco chuckles again, “oh no, nothing like that,” he murmurs, “hands behind your back, darling.”
He has to hold back a moan when he eagerly does, looking over his shoulder at Draco. Draco smirks at him, and hooks a finger through his tie, before pulling it loos. Harry’s forehead thunks against the wood softly, when Draco pulls his tie apart and easily forms it to keep Harry’s hand tied behind his back together.
His head is a little foggy like it always becomes with him. His body sensitive and eager. “Turn around,” Draco murmurs into his ear, and Harry easily follows the direction. “Good boy, now on your knees.”
Harry lowers himself to the stone floor, legs spread a little. He looks up to Draco, watching him. Draco watches down at him, cheeks flushed, eyes dark and hair in disarray. He smiles up, before nuzzling his hip. Licking his lip.
“So eager, hm? You just love having a cock in your mouth, don’t you, darling?” Harry whines with a nod. “But this is a punishment, darling, so sit up, open that mouth of yours and stay still.”
Harry straightens his back, and Draco watches him with a smirk as his fingers slowly unbuckle his belt and slide the zip down. Harry’s entire body shivers in anticipation, saliva pooling in his open mouth. Draco smirks, threading his fingers through Harry’s hair and keeping him still.
Harry’s eyes fall closed and Draco slowly presses his cock into his mouth. He groans softly, and steps a little closer, moving his legs and Harry whimpers when his boot presses into his cock. Fuck.
He stays still like he was supposed to, only sucking. Draco groans, slowly pulsing his hips. Harry moans, aching to grind his hips down at least. He wants to release some of the pressure.
“That’s it,” Draco groans, “go on, darling, you know you want to.” Harry looks up, whining softly, hollowing his cheeks. “Ride my boot, darling.”
Harry moans and grinds down instantly, eyes crossing. Draco groans, and thrusts faster, “that’s it, that’s it, baby,” he groans, “such a good boy, keep going.”
Pleasure tingles in his belly as he rocks his hips eagerly. Draco’s dragon hide boots are thick and firm below him, and he whines as he rocks himself against them. “Fuck, yeah, Merlin Harry,” his fingers tighten into his hair and Harry moans, eyes falling back closed. He’s almost bursting with need, his head is foggy and his belly is squirming with it.
“That’s it, that’s it, darling, you’re going to come in your pants, hm?” Harry hums in agreement, yeah he is. “That’s it, perfect, go on, come for me.”
Harry moans loudly as he does, hips bucking and Draco’s cock deep in his mouth. It makes it hard to breath and Draco groans. “That’s it, that’s it,” he growls, he pulls his hips back, his cock popping out of Harry’s mouth. Harry arches his head, closes his eyes and opens his mouth, tongue sticking out.
Draco groans loudly, and sticky come spurts onto his face. Some of it lands in his mouth, the rest on his cheek, his nose. He licks clean what he can, and blinks his eyes open, there’s a smudge on his glasses.
Draco’s breath is heaving, and he’s looking down at him. Harry knows that he absolutely loves what he’s seeing, even in the dim light. Harry on his kneed, arms locked behind him, face dirty with come. Harry likes his sight to. Draco standing above him, powerful, strong, commanding.
They look at each other, before Draco draws him up by a hand around his neck. Harry watches him, follows his directions, winching at the feeling of his dirty boxers. Draco chuckles softly, grabbing his wand and casting a cleaning charm on his face and in his pants. He pulls the tie away from Harry’s wrists, dropping it on the floor uncaring.
Harry hums, eagerly curling his arms around Draco, cuddling close. Draco chuckles softly and pulls him closer even. “I can never get over how good you look on your knees for me,” Draco murmurs, “just perfect.”
“Yeah?” he asks, shy all of a sudden.
“Oh yes, gorgeous,” Draco hums, “always so eager to please. You’re prefect, darling.” Harry shivers and sighs softly.
“Okay,” he whispers, and Draco chuckles softly as Harry worms his head into the crook of his neck. “You’re sexy like that,” he murmurs into his neck, “so, so strong. Don’t have to be strong.”
Draco hums, “no you don’t. All you have to do is look pretty,” he whispers. Harry laughs softly. His knees ache a little and he’s pretty sure his lips are red. His hair is an absolute mess. Draco looks perfect. “C’mon, we should go before your saviour friends come looking for you.”
Harry laughs softly, pulling away. He grabs the two ties on the floor, holding Draco’s out to him. “I think they know that I’m seeing someone.”
“It’s hard to miss, darling,” Draco purrs pleased, “your red lips, that hair,” he grabs it a little. “Can’t help but grab it.”
Harry grins, yeah he can’t. “We can tell them if you want, you know, I- I know I said I wanted to keep it a secret first but-“
“Hey, me too,” Harry murmurs, “I wanted that too. And it’s not like they asked. If they ask I’m not going to lie, but, but I like that it’s ours,” he whispers. “If I tell them they’re going to ask how it happened and I really don’t want to explain.”
“Oh? No?” Draco murmurs, grinning, “you don’t want to explain how you walked into the dorm, saw me jerking off and all you could think about was sucking my cock?”
“That’s not how it happened,” he says hotly, his cheeks flushing.
Draco raises an eyebrow, “sure darling, if you say so,” he says soothingly. “I remember that look on your face, it’s my favourite look to jerk off to. All wide eyed and horny.”
“Asshole,” Harry mutters.
Draco laughs, and he gives Harry a playful tap on his arse. Harry whines softly. “Go,” he whispers, “just because we’re not hiding doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun sneaking around.”
Harry grins, and he darts out of the closet, slinging the tie back over his shoulders and doing one more button up. He tries to tame his hair a little. He can’t help but grin. Draco wasn’t entirely wrong. Harry had to accept his attraction to the guy when he saw him jerking off. And he had possibly thought about what it would be like to have his cock in his mouth, but they didn’t get together because of that.
It was so much more than Harry realising that Draco was sexy. It was realising that Draco wasn’t just a funny guy that sometimes hung around. It was realising that besides wanting to make Draco laugh he now also wanted to do so much more. Sure, the thing that pushed them together was that, but that’s not why they were together.
“There you are,” Hermione huffs, “you really need to stop disappearing, Harry,” she says as he sits down in their usual place in the library.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, “I got waylaid.” He grins a little. Hermione huffs, rolling her eyes, before she pushed a book his way. “You’ll need that for your potions homework,” she says.
“Is there something you need to tell us, Harry?” Ron drawls, his eyes are amused.
Harry frowns, “not really?”
“Oh, so you didn’t get pranked?” Ron asks, grinning, “someone charmed your tie, mate.”
Harry pauses, before he looks down. And yup, there is a green tie there. Which means, that Draco is wearing his tie. Or he noticed and he went without tie.
Ginny giggles besides Ron, “I don’t think it’s charmed, Ron,” she says, and her eyes are on the side of their table. And Harry follows her eyes, to see Draco and his friends, Pansy holding the bottom of his tie with a raised eyebrow.
Draco’s eyes look up and find his, and there’s mirth in there. Pansy looks behind her to Harry, and to his tie. Her eyes light up. Harry shrugs at the look in Draco’s eyes.
Draco laughs then, and he pushes Pansy away, walking over. “You know, that I didn’t notice is one thing,” he hums, “but that you didn’t notice? You tie your tie in a double Windsor, how did you not see the glaring red?”
“As if I need to look at my tie to do that,” he says, “I don’t need to look to know how to tie a knot, Potter,” he murmurs, even as he pulls his tie off and Harry forces himself to huff.
“Pretentious git,” Harry mutters, pulling his tie off.
“Oh, no, keep it, darling,” Draco purrs, “you look so much better in green than you do in red.”
Harry’s cheeks flush. “Darling?!” Ron splutters softly besides him. Ginny is grinning like a loon.
“I prefer red, actually,” Harry mutters, snatching it out off his hands, but Draco doesn’t let go, only makes Harry pull him closer. “You’re such an asshole,” Harry huffs, but there’s a grin tugging at his lips.
“And yet you like me,” Draco shrugs, and he bends forward, kissing Harry easily. Harry meets him halfway. “Now dress properly or I’ll really have to dock points, Potter,” he says, winking. His eyes slide away, “you’ll catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that, Weasley,” Draco drawls.
Harry fumbles with his tie, huffing. Draco rolls his eyes, and pulls him closer with his tie, before easily doing the knot. “You’re useless with this, Potter.”
Harry grins, “and yet you like me,” he parrots.
“Yes, Merlin knows why,” he huffs, “must have something to do with your head,” he drawls. He tightens the tie, and rears him in for one more kiss. “I’ll see you later, Potter,” he purrs, before he stands and waltzes away. Harry watches him leave.
“That was- strangely hot,” Ginny breathes out.
“Weird more like it,” Hermione mutters, “must be your head? Either say face or mind,” she says.”
Harry nearly chokes but Ginny giggles, “no, uh, that-“ she whispers something in her ear, and Hermione’s cheeks flush brightly.
“No, surely he didn’t mean that,” she says, “that-“
Ginny giggles, “he did, ‘Mione, trust me. Just look at Harry’s face.”
Harry gives her the middle finger, mortified. “He’s such an asshole,” he grumbles.
“A smooth one, though,” Ginny says, and she hums, “I get why you suck his dick in the middle of the day.”
Ron chokes on his own spit, “no one, and I mean no one was talking about that,” he grumbles.
Harry pats his friend’s shoulder in commiseration, “yeah, yeah we were, it’s okay, Hermione didn’t know either. Draco is very good at saying stuff like that without actually saying it.” He grins, “glad that’s out of the way, so, potions?”
“What! No! Since when, how? Why?” Ron gapes.
Harry can’t hide the smile on his face, looking towards where Draco was already engrossed in his own work, ignoring Pansy basically smacking his shoulder with her parchment, pouting impressively. Draco must feel his eyes, like they always had and he looks up. Pansy relaxes, mouth already opening. But he just smiles at Harry, soft, sweet, gentle.
“Because he’s funny, and competitive, and- and he doesn’t expect me to be anything but myself,” he says softly, looking back at them. “We were sneaking around because it’s fun. We’re dating for the usual reasons, because we like each other.”
“You fight all the time,” Ron says.
“When was the last time we really fought?” Harry asks with a laugh, “we squabble, and we tease and we banter. It’s for fun, mate. He makes me laugh, it’s- it’s not that deep, honestly.”
Hermione is smiling at him, even if her cheeks are pink, “well, I’m happy for you,” she says, “you seem happy. Have been for a while now.”
Harry blushes and grins, “yeah, I am, he’s great.”
Hermione nods once before she starts packing her things. “What? Are we done?” She sends him one look to show him how dumb that question was. Right, he shouldn’t have thought that, even though she’s literally packing her stuff. Then again, she’s not putting it in her bag.
She taps her food, “well, pack your things, all three of you,” she adds, huffing. Harry does hesitantly, grabbing it in his hand and following her down. Pansy has clearly given up on niggling Draco, seeing the triumphant smirk. But the two of them and Blaise look up when Hermione approaches them.
“Anything we can help you with, Granger?” he asks.
“You’re dating my best friend,” she says, “call me Hermione, and make some space.” Draco looks at her for a moment, before he closes some books and stacks them together, he pulls the bag of the chair next to him. Harry eagerly slides into the seat before anyone else can. Draco’s leg curls around his.
“You’re very bossy, Hermione,” Draco hums, “but by all means, take a seat.”
Hermione grins, “don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” She opens her books, before turning it to his, “do you have a book that dives deeper into this theory?”
Draco looks at it, and grabs a book from the stack, “this one should do it. Really, Weasley, sit, stop dawdling. We don’t bite.”
Harry snorts, Draco smirks at him. “Focus on your work, darling,” he says with a soft laugh, and he kisses Harry’s temple. Harry’s cheeks warm, and he grins to himself. Harry turns to his work, smiling. Maybe it’s not so bad that his friends know, because now he gets to sit beside him and work on his potions.
Draco looks over his shoulder when Harry makes a frustrated noise. And he helps, and gives soft tips about where to look. It’s soft and gentle and Draco ignores his friends looks and Ron starts looking less surprised. By the end Harry’s fingers are curled together with Draco’s when they walk to the hall for dinner. Sneaking around was fun, but so is this.