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FIC: Bathroom Break
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Title: Bathroom Break
Author: roedhunt
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: If all bathroom breaks could be this much fun!
Highlight for Warnings: * Frontage and they masturbate each other. *g**
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.



Bathroom Break

Draco Malfoy leaned over the cauldron to check if the potion turned the right colour yet. It was an awful shade of green. “Stupid,” he thought, referring to his partner, Millicent Bulstrode. She put too much dragon's blood in it again. He sighed and his fringe fell over his eyes as he shook his head. He was already irritated because he woke up late and forgot to put enough gel in his hair, and now this. Maybe Professor Snape will be too busy taking points away from the Gryffindors to notice.

For this particular potion that the class was brewing, everyone had to stand in case something went wrong and they needed to jump back in a hurry. There was a loud clinking of glass and everyone turned to look at Harry Potter fumbling with two phials. His head was lowered so much that it hid his reddened cheeks. Draco snorted, watching him trying not to drop them. Hermione scolded Harry softly and Snape went in for the kill. Focusing his attention back to his table, he barely had time to step back as Millicent dropped one of their phials. Draco rolled his eyes as she bent over to pick it up off the floor. The sides of his robe pulled back as he placed his fists on his hips. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw someone watching them.

Draco snapped his head up and caught Harry quickly looking away. The pale boy furrowed his brows in curiosity. His attention was drawn back to Millicent who was holding a knife out to him. When he glanced down to take it, he smirked as he noticed her nipples were showing through her sweater. “Of course,” Draco mused. "Potter saw it when she leaned down. It is rather chilly down here in the dungeons." He glanced back over to Harry and inwardly laughed as the Golden Boy shifted nervously from foot to foot. Harry peered over to Draco and knew he was caught.

“Excuse me, professor,” Harry cried out as he made a fast getaway.

“Potter! Where are you going? Get back here!” Snape barked.

All the students watched in astonishment as Harry ran out of the room. Everyone except the Potion Master and Draco.

“Mr. Malfoy. Go retrieve Potter.”

“Yes, professor,” Draco smirked.

He knew exactly where Harry was going. To ‘fix’ himself. He walked over to the nearest bathroom and as quietly as he could, opened the door. It didn’t take long to figure out which cubicle Potter was in. Even if Harry would’ve forgotten to close the door, the noise coming from behind it was unmistakable. “Moments like this only comes once in a lifetime,” Draco thought, smiling. He waited till the moans became louder before speaking.

“Potter!” he shouted, trying not to laugh.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy!” Harry immediately yelled back.

Draco pulled his lips in to stifle a snigger. Gaining his composure, “Professor Snape told me to tell you to get your arse back to class.”

He heard Potter's belt fasten, followed by the zip. Harry sneered at Draco as he left the stall. Draco was smirking back at him, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. Malfoy grinned as Harry turned on the faucet to wash his hands.

“Really, Potter. I thought you had better taste than that,” he drawled.

Harry spun around. “What are you talking about, Malfoy?” Harry spat.

The blond snorted. “Even I know she’s not attractive.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Oh, please. I saw you looking at her chest.”

“What?” the raven-hair boy shouted. “I wasn’t looking at her.” Harry’s face flushed instantly and whirled back around to the sink, washing his hands again.

Draco's mouth fell open but closed it quickly and a grin suddenly appeared. He took a few steps toward Potter.

“So what were you staring at, Potter?” he teased.

“Nothing. I wasn’t looking at anything,” said Harry quickly.

Draco was a few feet away from him. “Do you know what I think, Potter?” he whispered in a soft playful voice.

“I don’t care what you think, Malfoy,” Harry bit back from over his shoulder.

The blond took a half step forward. “I think,” he began, his breath ghosting over Harry’s ears. “You were looking at me.”

“What? You’re mad!” he shrieked as he spun around. They were face-to-face now. “G-get back, Malfoy,” he stuttered, backing up till he bumped into the sink.

“Did you see it?” said Draco softly.

“No…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry corrected himself as he glanced away.

The blond smirked. “Thisss,” he whispered, rubbing his hand over his groin and cupping his erection.

The Gryffindor’s eyes darted to it then looked away again embarrassed. Draco took another step closer and placed his hands on the sink, trapping Harry.

“Would you like to see it?” Draco purred.

“Wha-? Back off, Malfoy!” he said in a panicky voice.

The blond raised both brows, shrugged and grinned. “All right, Potter. See you in class,” he replied simply and moved away.

He got within three feet of the door, when… “You wouldn’t have the nerve to anyway.”

Draco stopped short. He slowly turned around and there was Harry, leaning back against the sink, arms crossed with a challenging expression.

“I beg your pardon.”

“You heard me.”

Draco's lips curled and he walked back over, standing in front of the smug boy.

“You wouldn’t have the nerve to look if I did,” he countered.

“Try me,” Harry dared.

Malfoy snorted. He was tempted to say something back but restrained himself. He didn’t want this to be a fight with just words. His expression softened and hooked his thumbs behind his belt buckle, all the while watching Harry’s face, which in return was watching his.

“You're not looking,” Draco taunted.

“I’ll look if and when you show me,” Harry drawled.

The blond smirked and shook his head at his arrogance. Still keeping his gaze on Harry, he unfastened his belt and undid his button. A small grin appeared as he slowly, ever so slowly, lowered his zip. Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry, indicating it was time to look. The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow back at him and slowly looked down. Draco's grin widened. He raised both hands to the top of his briefs and feathered with his fingers side to side on the elastic band before nudging his thumbs underneath it. Harry’s his lips parted almost in shock and the blond refrained himself from chuckling.

One thumb pulled open the top and the other hand slid inside, conforming it around his erection. Draco tilted it upright then pushed his briefs down, exposing his cock. Harry’s eyes remained engrossed in every movement that was made and Draco continued watching Harry’s face. The blond’s fingers tightened and slightly squeezed as he pulled the foreskin up over the tip. He lowered the flesh just enough to circle the top with his thumb, gathering up the liquid. Draco slowly released his hand and raised it to Harry’s mouth, covering his lower lip with his secretions.

“Taste it,” Draco whispered.

Harry closed his eyes and ran his tongue across, licking it off completely. His eyes flew open when he felt Draco's hand touching his. The blond smiled.

“Would you like to touch it?” asked Draco in a husky voice.

Before Harry could speak, the Slytherin guided the Gryffindor’s hand over, wrapping his fingers around the base. Harry gasped softly and Draco let out a quiet moan. Tentatively, Harry stroked him, exploring the length and width and listened to the blond’s hitching breath.

“Faster,” Draco murmured.

Now it was Harry’s turn to smile. Draco moved in closer and rested his forehead on Harry’s shoulder.

“Please,” he begged in a low and sultry voice. “Faster.”

But Harry didn’t. Draco clutched one of Harry's arms while his other hand gripped Harry’s cloth-covered hard-on. The Gryffindor gasped again but this time louder. The blond pushed insistently against the front of Harry’s trousers and in response, his hips instinctively thrusted into his hand. Now it was Harry’s turn. Darting down with his free hand, Harry fumbled with his zipper and eagerly yanked it down.

“Yes. Let me touch you,” Draco managed to say while he forced his hand inside the small opening.

He sighed when his fingers grazed along the protruding vein and then gripped it hard. As a result, Harry tightened his fist and both of them let out a painful moan. Their strokes fell in time with one another until Draco pulled Harry close, pressing their bodies together, enabling himself to tug frantically at the back of the Gryffindor’s trousers.

“Wha-?”

“Shhh,” Draco breathed heavily.

With all of his strength, he was finally able to push down Harry's trousers and pants to his knees. Draco sucked on his middle finger and quickly brought it behind the other boy, plunging it deep inside. Harry threw his head back and stroked Draco faster.

“That’s it,” the blond whispered. “Come for me.”

Harry whimpered in desperation and clawed at Draco's hip. They pumped into each other’s fists while Draco continued to fingerfuck Harry, curling his digit up to massage his prostate.

“OH SHIT!”

Harry clenched his arse as he felt the waves of his orgasm approaching. Draco was getting closer as well and began thrashing against him. The Gryffindor screamed as his release hit him and the Slytherin cried out something incoherent while his body convulsed with each spasm. They remained motionless for a few minutes, letting the pleasure wash over them.

“Are you two finished now?” Professor Snape sneered.

Harry stumbled back, tripping on his fallen trousers and landed with a thud on the floor. Draco merely smirked at the Potion Master and straightened his clothes. Harry jumped up the best he could and pulled up his pants and trousers before running past Snape. Draco casually walked by him and left, but not before catching Snape winking at him.

Professor Snape shook his head and snorted. “That was a long bathroom break,” he said to no one.


End

Roedhunt
2005