Day 8

Harry sat up, smiling as sunshine poured through their window.

"Draaaaaco," he singsonged, before turning to face the sleeping blonde. His breath caught in his throat.

Draco looked incredibly peaceful, a small smile curved on his lips, pale skin glowing in the morning sun. 

Harry studied his hair. It was messy and soft and blonde. It was beautiful.

Carefully, he stretched out his hand, and ran his fingers through it, almost gasping at the sensation.

It was so soft and perfect, and suddenly Harry was overcome with the urge to just pull on it. He quickly snatched his hand away before his libido got the best of him.

Well shit, now I'm hard.

Before Harry could do anything about that, Draco was awake, his eyes fluttering open and a small, soft smile gracing his lips.

Harry returned his smile, although Harry's own was a little strained, given his circumstances.

"Hey Draco?"

"Mm?"

"Do you think, before we go to classes, we could take our showers?"

"Why can't we take them after classes, when we have more time?" Draco mumbled sleepily, sitting up.

"Um, because I'd really like to take a shower."

"Christ, I don't care. I don't want to take a shower yet, I've just woken up."

"I'd really like to take a shower." Harry's voice was more than a little strained now. Draco looked slightly concerned.

"Good for you."

Oh fuck it. "A cold shower. Right now."

Draco's eyes were wide with realization, and he wordlessly mouthed oh.

"Yeah. So can I just go take my shower now?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Potter, what did we make our deal for if you're not going to utilize it?"

Harry blinked several times. "Deal?"

Draco sighed. "What's the point in having a gorgeous blonde with a working mouth and hands- well, hand- at your disposal if you're never going to use him?"

Harry blinked again, and then something clicked. Oh. "I didn't know if you'd want to-"

"I still owe you for last time." Draco blushed at his words, but his expression didn't change.

"Draco, I don't want you to do... that because you think you owe me."

"Potter, I am a flaming homosexual who very much enjoys dick, with obvious exceptions." At Harry's blank stare, he sighed again. "Family. Or Voldemort. Or Damon."

"What do you have against Damon?"

"Do you want your dick sucked or not?"

Harry's eyes widened. "I thought you were just going to-"

"Give you a handjob? I could, if that's all you want. But, speaking from experience, a blowjob is generally better."

Harry was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Draco fucking Malfoy was asking him if he wanted a blowjob. "Uh, yeah, okay."

"Eloquent as always." It was with these words that Draco moved in front of Harry, tugging down his pajama bottoms.

Harry didn't really have a chance to respond, as he was suddenly engulfed by the warm, wet heat of Draco Malfoy's mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Jesus fucking Christ."

He desperately wanted to wind his fingers through Draco's hair and tug on it, but he had a feeling the blonde wouldn't appreciate it.

He was shocked to find out Draco swallowed, and after a few moments of collecting himself, the pair got dressed and went to the Great Hall.

"Gryffindors or Slytherins?" Draco murmured as he opened the door.

"Umm.."

"Honestly, Potter, are you always this brain dead after an orgasm?"

Just one from you.

"Slytherins it is."

When they sat down to eat, Pansy gave them both a smile, which they returned.

Harry happened to glance down, and noticed something Draco probably didn't want him to.

The blonde was hard.

Harry smirked, and for a moment wondered if he had caused that, before coming to the conclusion that Draco just really liked sucking dick.

He decided to ignore it for now. He grabbed himself some pancakes and orange juice-he was getting really good at using his left hand- and began eating.

"Sup, fuckers," Blaise greeted as he sat down.

"Hey Blaise," Harry responded. Draco, mouth full, just nodded at his friend.

"Harry." Blaise was locking eyes with Harry, a serious look on his face. "Can I get your help on something?"

Harry blinked. "You want... my help on something?"

Blaise nodded. "Can you meet me after your first class, by the second floor boy's bathroom?"

Harry nodded. Blaise smiled at him gratefully, and took a sip of apple juice.

"So Pansy, got your eye on anyone lately?" Harry asked.

She laughed shortly. "If by anyone, you mean my collection of high-tech sex toys, then yes."

Harry snorted. Draco choked on his apple juice.

"How extensive is this collection, and are you willing to share?" Harry asked with a wink. This time Blaise choked on his juice, and Draco was coughing.

Pansy's amused eyes scanned the pair before her, before settling on Harry. She rested her chin on her hand, and leaned forward.

"Very extensive. I'm willing to share, on two conditions."

Harry copied her, leaning forward on his hand. "Do tell your conditions."

"I have to show you, personally, how they all work. And you have to bring Draco."

Draco was trying to catch his breath from coughing, but at those words he squeaked and choked on air. Blaise was still coughing.

"Those don't sound like conditions. Those sound like bonuses." Draco made another squeaking noise at Harry's words. "Do you happen to have handcuffs?"

It was at these exact words that Felix inhaled sharply, choking on his scrambled eggs, and now they had three coughing Slytherin boys because of their conversation.

Pansy's eyes flickered to Damon, and then Harry, and she smiled wickedly. Harry immediately understood the challenge.

Let's go for four.

"I do. And whips, although I keep those in my wardrobe."

"Hmm. How would you feel about practicing those handcuffs on Draco?" Harry mused, pretending to be in thought. Draco, who was attempting to stop coughing by taking a sip of his apple juice, choked on it and continued coughing. 

Now he had Damon's attention. The boy wasn't eating anything yet, but Pansy purposely waited until he lifted his pumpkin juice to his lips to speak again.

"I think we should. You can practice the whole 'licking food off of a naked body' thing."

At these words, the Slytherin table went into chaos. 

Felix was no longer choking, but was instead on the floor giggling. Lucinda gasped, knocking over her juice in shock at Pansy's words, which landed in Tabitha's lap. Tabitha screamed.

At the same time, Blaise fell off his chair in shock, Draco visibly jumped (and Harry didn't miss the fact that this conversation had not deterred his erection at all), and Damon choked on his apple juice and was now coughing.

Harry and Pansy met each other's eyes, and lost it, bursting out laughing.

Harry was aware of the fact that everyone else in the Great Hall was staring at them, but he couldn't stop laughing. Pansy had her head on the table, shoulders shaking from laughter.

Draco stared at them for a moment, a smile twitching on his lips before he too burst out laughing.

"You assholes," he laughed breathlessly. "You did that on purpose."

Pansy was too busy laughing to answer. Harry, breathless from laughter, could only nod.

**************

After fifteen minutes of the Slytherin table gathering themselves, breakfast had ended, and they were now headed to class.

"Fuck Divination," Draco grumbled. "Boring as fuck."

Harry smirked, plan already forming in his head. "I know how to make it interesting."

"I like the sound of that," Draco said cautiously, not knowing what Harry was planning.

"You will," Harry replied, grinning, before the two stepped into the classroom.

They went all the way to the back of the classroom, sitting at their desk. Draco stared dully at Trelawney, who was already spouting shit about their dark futures to Parvati and Padma.

As class started, Trelawney instructed them to spend five minutes gazing into the crystal ball in front of them and seeing if they could see anything.

As everyone, including Draco, was staring intently into their crystal balls, Harry lifted his and Draco's conjoined hands. Draco gave him a curious look, but when Harry stared blankly ahead at the crystal ball, Draco blinked and returned to studying it.

Harry moved their hands so they rested right on Draco's crotch. Draco's breathing hitched slightly, and his head quickly turned to face Harry.

Harry stared ahead innocently as he slowly moved their hands back and forth over the hard outline in Draco's jeans.

Draco bit his lip, hard, and seemed to force himself to stare at the crystal ball again, as though Harry wasn't teasing him in the middle of fucking class.

After five minutes of torturing Draco, Harry smirked as Trelawney spoke again.

"Alright. Did anyone see anything?"

Only the Patil twins' hands went up. As they told Trelawney what they saw, Harry removed their joined hands away from Draco's erection. Draco gave him a sharp look, one Harry ignored.

"Alright. Seeing as none of you, besides the Patil girls, saw anything, we shall try private meditation. You will close your eyes and focus on the future and what could come to be."

Trelawney demonstrated this by sitting at her desk and closing her eyes. The class copied her, except for Harry.

The second he was sure that everyone's eyes were closed, Harry slid out of his chair and onto his knees in front of Draco.

The blonde's eyes opened in shock, and Harry gave him a wicked grin and held a finger to his lips. Using one hand, he quickly unbuttoned and pushed down Draco's jeans and underwear, setting his cock free.

Draco's eyelashes fluttered as Harry leaned forward, taking Draco's cock in his mouth

Harry bobbed his head slowly, careful to make no noise. He pulled off, tracing his tongue over the head. Draco covered his own mouth with his hand in an effort to not make noise.

After about five minutes of this, Trelawney's voice rang out again. "Alright. Meditation over. What did you guys see?"

Harry smirked and pulled Draco's pants and underwear back on before sliding back up to his seat. Draco glared at him, still clearly hard, and hit his head against the desk in frustration.

"Mister Malfoy, did you see something?"

"I saw Potter dying a slow and painful death," he grumbled. Harry smirked.

"What was that?"

"I didn't see anything," Draco said louder, lifting his head.

The rest of the class went on without any more teasing from Harry. The second Trelawney dismissed the class, Draco yanked Harry out the door.

Harry realized he was pulling him to the bathroom, and smirked.

"Harry!"

"Oh for god's fucking sake, what the fuck does he want?" Draco groaned, before the pair turned around.

"Second floor bathroom," Harry murmured. "Blaise wanted to ask me something."

Sure enough, the black-haired boy was jogging up to them, a nervous smile on his face.

Draco muttered something along the lines of "blue balls" before leaning back against the wall. 

Harry smirked, and decided to be an asshole.

"Hey Blaise!" he said, moving so his right arm was behind him and leaning against Draco, purposely pushing his ass against Draco's erection. Draco groaned softly, dropping his head on Harry's shoulder.

"Hey Harry! I need to ask you something."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, anything."

"Um... you're friends with Neville. Is he... single?" Blaise was shifting his feet, blushing slightly.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You're into Neville?"

Blaise shrugged, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, he's single. I'll put in a good word for you, and try to get you two alone together," Harry said, smiling as he shifted his hips slightly. Draco made a sound halfway between a moan and a squeak.

Blaise's face brightened. "Thanks, Harry! Um, is Draco okay?"

"Tired," Draco replied, an irritated edge to his voice.

Blaise nodded. "Well, thanks Harry!" He smiled and walked away.

"Fuck, is he gone?" Draco muttered.

Harry grinned. "He is."

Draco lifted his head, pushing Harry off of him and yanking him into the boy's bathroom. He locked and silenced the door, and had Harry pushed against the wall in seconds.

"What the fuck was that?" he growled.

"What was what?" Harry asked, batting his eyelashes innocently.

Draco's eyes flashed with anger. "First breakfast, with all the stupid innuendos, and then Divination, and then just now? Are you trying to kill me, Potter?"

Harry smirked. "If I was trying to kill you, it wouldn't be like this." With that, he reversed their positions so Draco was against the wall, and sank down to his knees.

Whatever Draco was going to say was cut off by a moan as Harry continued his blowjob from before.

"Fuck, Harry, Harry, Harry!" he shouted as he came minutes later.

Harry swallowed, considering it. It wasn't an awful taste. He could see how one could get used to it. 

Draco sank to the floor, looking mildly dizzy.

"Worth the wait?" Harry asked nervously. He had no idea if he was decent at blowjobs or not.

"Harry," Draco said slowly. "Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?"

Harry blinked. "What?"

"How many fucking blowjobs did you have to give to be that good at it?" Draco was sitting up now, a slightly glazed look in his eyes.

Harry frowned. "Was I okay? That's the first one I've ever given."

Draco's eyes, no longer glazed, snapped to Harry. "You're joking."

Harry shook his head slowly.

"Potter, that was the best goddamn blowjob I've ever gotten in my goddamn life, there is no fucking way you've never done that."

Harry smiled slightly. "Really?"

Draco's eyebrows raised. "You have no idea how good you are, do you?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't have anything to compare it to, really. The only blowjob I've ever gotten was from you. I just tried to copy you."

Draco blinked several times. "While I am very good as sucking dick, Potter, I'm nowhere near that good."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Well, I don't know. You're literally my only sexual experience."

Draco laughed softly. "Damn. I guess you're just a natural."

"Well, I guess that's all argument about me not being gay out the window," Harry said, smiling.

Draco snorted. "I suppose so."