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As Draco walked up from the Slytherin dormitories, all he could think was stupid Potter, does he know what it's like outside right now?
Draco and Harry have been secretly meeting up at night for the past few months. Neither of them were ready to tell others about their secret relationship for many reasons. For starters, both boys had made a bit of a reputation for hating the other since day one of first year and it’d be more than a bit awkward if they suddenly changed that. Secondly, Draco’s father would not be able to handle hearing this, being a Death Eater trying to kill Harry and all (plus the expectation of him finding a wife). Lastly, both boys had gotten a sort of thrill from sneaking about to different locations to snog and whatnot.
The boys had planned on going to the Shrieking Shack, a location they frequent as no one goes there so there is very little risk of getting caught. However, the issue Draco was having with this arrangement tonight is the fact that it’s raining, and had been all day. Rain means mud, and muddy shoes trailing along the floor means a much higher risk of Filch following the trail to them. Plus, this is NOT how Draco would want to be made wet. Alas, stupid Harry Potter and his stupid, stupid cute face somehow convinced Draco to continue on regardless.
As Draco rounded the corner to their usual meeting spot just outside the castle doors, he felt a hand yank his shoulder and pull him down, causing him to yelp in a way he’d rather no one else hear.
The blonde turned and stormy grey eyes met emerald green as said stupid Harry Potter stared back at him.
“Potter, what are you doing?! You’re going to get us caught!” Draco hissed
“I’m making sure you don’t get us caught, look!” Harry pointed to a black-cloaked figure that could be none other than Severus Snape.
“What’s he doing out here?” Draco whispered, mainly to himself as he stared at the Potions professor
“Doesn’t matter, what matters is the fact that he’s coming back and we need to hide!” The Boy Who Lived angrily whispered back and grabbed Draco’s hand, dragging the blonde in the opposite direction.
Harry and Draco ran down the corridor until Harry found a broom closet and shoved Draco inside before piling on top and closing the door.
“Really, Potter? Out of all the hiding spots in a literal castle made of magic, you choose the fucking broom closet?” Draco snides as he pushes himself up into a semi-sitting position, Harry laying right on top.
“It’s the first place around, Malfoy. Would you rather I drag you all over the castle until I found a well-made canopy bed with silk sheets and velvet pillows, princess?” Harry bites back. The blonde rolls his eyes as he pushes Harry away to try and free his legs.
“Well, what now? Are we just going to wait here until Snape is gone?” Draco shifted to try and sit a bit more upright.
“Well it’s either that or get caught by Snape. Which would you prefer?” Harry raised an eyebrow at the end of the rhetorical question.
“I would prefer being stuffed somewhere else rather than a broom closet.” Draco mumbled back, looking Harry up and down.
“Well, we can still make that happen. I didn’t spend weeks planning this night, trying to figure out how to avoid Ron and McGonagall, for nothing.” Harry shifted slightly with a shit-eating grin, pushing Draco down just enough to climb on top of him.
Harry grabbed Draco by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a battle of tongues, Harry winning as usual with his Gryffindor arrogance.
Draco stifled a moan as he pushed Harry off a little, so as to reach his wand and quickly muttered a silencing charm towards the door.
“In case you forgot, you and I can be quite loud. You, especially.” Draco murmured in Harry’s ear. Despite his proficiency in Charms, Draco still didn’t want to take the chances and tried to remain as quiet as possible.
“Well, it’s really all you. ‘S not my fault that you bite so hard.” Harry kept looking at Draco with that same shit-eating grin. Draco hated it and loved it and hated that he loved it all at once.
“Yes, well, you always tell me to bite harder. So whose fault is it really?” Draco raised an eyebrow but was promptly shoved down again as Harry started unbuttoning his shirt, peppering light kisses and bites after every button.
Harry stopped short of Draco’s trousers as he traced his finger lightly around Draco’s groin, feeling it twitch as he continued biting Draco’s hips.
“Get on with it, will you?” Draco groaned. He knew exactly what Harry was doing, and once again he hated that he loved it and loved that he hated it at the same time.
Once again, Harry looked up with that stupid, stupid shit-eating grin before he undid the buttons on Draco’s trousers and slipped them down just enough for Draco’s cock to be seen at full attention. Instead of giving Draco the attention he needs, however, Harry decides to start biting and kissing his inner thighs, almost as if he were explicitly avoiding it.
No, he is explicitly avoiding it. If there’s anything Harry fucking Potter enjoyed doing, it was pissing Draco off while getting him off at the same time.
Draco groaned as Harry bit particularly hard on his inner left thigh before moving his way back up Draco’s body, kissing and biting everywhere. He cupped Draco’s face as he lightly kissed along his jawline before moving his way down again. Harry stopped at Draco’s nipples and started sucking on one while idly playing with the other, then switched. After what felt like an eternity, Harry started slowly descending down Draco again, kissing every rib again as he reached Draco’s hipbones. Once again, Harry decided to purposely avoid Draco’s throbbing cock as he started kissing around his thighs again.
For Merlin’s sake, get on with it! Draco thought as he let out a rather loud groan to show Harry just how much he needed this, how much he needed Harry.
Suddenly, Harry grabbed Draco's dick and started slowly rubbing it in that gentle way that is exactly like Harry and yet isn't at the same time. Harry played with Draco's left nipple lazily as he kept going up and down the other's shaft at an impossibly slow place.
Delibertaly slow, knowing Draco needed more, and needed more now.
Harry lifted himself up and sat above Draco, still slowly wanking the latter.
"You said you wanted to get stuffed, right? Well, turn over." Harry whispered into Draco's ears, chuckling as Draco groaned.
Draco grunted as he pushed Harry off and rotated himself. He planted his hands in place as he braced himself for his favorite part of their nights out together.
Draco heard Harry grunting as he wriggled his trousers just enough for his cock to jump out. He barely got to count to three before Harry slid his way inside Dracos' arse, bending over and wrapping his arm under Draco's stomach to continue rubbing him off.
Harry started slowly, sliding in and out with gentle carefulness as he kept the same pace with getting Draco off, until the blond grunted, signaling to Harry to go faster, harder.
Harry picked up the pace on both ends, grunting as he exerted himself more and more. As he did so, Draco could only think, Being the youngest seeker, and Quidditch player, in a century certainly does pay off before Harry came inside of Draco, and Draco in Harry's hand.
The boys flopped to the ground, Harry on top of Draco. Harry played with Draco's hair for a bit before whispering in his ear,
"You ready for round two, or do you want to just relax?" Draco liked that about Harry, how he always made sure to check on Draco and see how he was doing.
"I think I'm done for the night, but we should clean up and make sure Snape isn't out there still. Or worse, Filch's mangy cat." Harry got up from Draco and the boys helped the other re-button shirts and trousers before Draco picked up his wand and cast a cleaning charm. Harry checked outside and signaled to Draco that it was ok to walk out. The boys stepped into the cold air that always surrounded the castle and kissed each other before going their separate ways.
As Draco walked back down to the Slytherin dormitories, all he could think was I can't wait to see what stupid, stupidly cute Potter comes up with next.