Entry tags:

hp/dm, hpfol

FIC: Harry Potter and the Facts of Life ch 3
Title: Harry Potter and the Facts of Life
Author: roedhunt
Pairing(s): HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A humorous take on Harry Potter learning about his body through the years. Things start really heating up when Draco Malfoy enters in as the wicked teacher.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, blah blah blah.




Chapter Three

“Harry! What took you so long?” Then Ron gasped. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR EYE?”

“It’s nothing. But I-I uh I just can’t talk about it, Ron.

“Was it MALFOY? I’LL KILL HIM!”

“No Ron! I can handle this! Please. Please, just don’t ask questions. Please. As a favour to me?” Ron eyed him suspiciously. “Trust me. I will take care of this by myself, all right?” Harry implored. Ron softly sighed and slowly nodded. “Thanks. Sorry, Ron but I just can’t talk about it right now. And I feel sick to my stomach.”

Ron examined Harry's pale face. “All right, mate. Why don’t you just go and lie down? We can talk about it later.”

Harry smiled a little and nodded. “You coming up soon?”

“No. I’m going to find somebody to play chess with.” Ron winked and Harry half smiled.

‘Great. Just great. I was hoping to wait. But, it’s better just to get this over with now.’

Harry reached the common room in no time.

‘Why does it take forever to get here when you REALLY want to get here? And faster when you don’t? ‘

~*~*~*~*~

Harry couldn’t believe he’d made a deal with Malfoy. Malfoy, of all people. Harry's reputation would be preserved, what little he had, but at what cost? And what was Malfoy getting out of this? Revenge? No, too simple. Amusement from Harry’s humiliation? Perhaps. But something was nagging at Harry. Something he just couldn’t place. Why this request? Did he secretly want to prove Harry was a poof? Or was this his way of getting kicks? That, Harry was sure of. If he could do this, would that mean he was gay? Or bisexual? Well, one thing was for certain Harry thought, as he began pacing around the room, Malfoy would have even more ammunition against him.

‘Why are you doing this, Malfoy? Why? Just tell me why!’

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He had to find out why so he left the common room and started to search for Draco. Quidditch area. No. The Great Hall. Not there either. Determined, Harry headed for the Slytherin dormitory. He got within 50 feet from it and, as he was rounding a corner, there was Draco leaning against the wall talking to a girl with his arms folded. Harry recognized her but didn’t know her name. He thought she was a first year. Figures. Harry knew Draco liked the young ones because they were too dim and hadn’t yet heard of Draco's reputation.

Ah yes, Draco's reputation. Known throughout Hogwarts, Draco was popular with all the girls. He used them and then spit them out. Of course it couldn’t ever be proven because rumour had it, Draco threatened them with curses or promised them the worst reputation they could imagine. A slut. Then no one would want the unfortunate girl and Draco would be free to use her anytime he wanted to. What a prat!

Harry watched Draco from a distance as he peeked around the corner. Draco pulled the girl in tight and began whispering in her ear. Or perhaps he was kissing it. Harry couldn’t be sure. She giggled and then Draco slowly slid his hand underneath her skirt.

‘Run! Run! Get out of there you stupid girl!’

She quickly placed her hand over Draco's and it looked as if she was protesting.

‘Good for you! Now slap him!’

But Harry couldn’t believe his eyes. Draco had leaned into her ear again and she relaxed.

‘No! No! STUPID TART! Gods, Harry. DO SOMETHING!’

But Harry was too stunned to move. All he could do is watch with his mouth gaping open. He couldn’t even blink. Suddenly, Draco turned her around and slammed her against the wall. She let out a gasp of horror. Draco was quickly upon her now. He attacked her neck, leaned into her and pushed his hand forcefully on top of her undergarments. She threw her head back and rammed her hips towards him as she grabbed both of his arms.

‘Oh Merlin! She’s actually enjoying this?!’

Draco firmly gripped her crotch and began moving his hand roughly up and down while she whimpered. Her legs tightened. She again placed her hand on top of his to hold it in one spot. Her whole body froze up and then she closed her eyes and gasped. After moments of panting, she went totally limp and collapsed into Draco's arms. Immediately Draco was kissing her on her neck, nose, ears, and cheeks and on her forehead. Everywhere but her mouth. She collected herself and tried to kiss him on his mouth. Draco diverted it by continually kissing her everywhere else. He stopped and whispered in her ear again and she nodded. She adjusted her skirt and turned to go into the Slytherin common room. She glanced back to wave goodbye to Draco. He gave a small wave and blew her a kiss. She winked at him then entered through the portrait after whispering the password.

Harry guessed Draco was about to turn around so he ducked behind the corner. Draco reached it and there was Harry leaning sideways on the wall arms folded.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Mr. Harry Potter.” He snorted. “So, did you enjoy the show?”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER, MALFOY?”

Draco lowered his head while shaking it and laughed. “Gods, Potter. You really are so thick.” Draco raised his head to greet a seething Harry. “What’s the matter, Potter? Did you think I was actually hurting her?” he chuckled.

Harry held his breath and then sighed loudly. “Well, it did look as if she was enjoying it.”

“Believe me. She was,” Draco replied.

“Yeah well, what did she agree to? I saw her nod her head at you.”

Draco gave a wicked smile. “Tomorrow night, she will give me what I gave her, pure enjoyment.”

“What the hell does that mean? What are you going to make her do?”

“Potter, I’m not even going to answer that idiotic question.” A pause. “So, have you finished yet?”

“NO!”

“Then why are you here? And so far away from your ‘home’.”

“To ask you some questions.”

“Now, Potter. We already went through this. I ask the….”

“JUST A FEW BLOODY QUESTIONS MALFOY! IT WON’T KILL YOU!”

Draco sighed. “Alright then, follow me.”

Harry followed him into another empty classroom. Draco shut the door and sat on top of a table. “So, what is it you want to ask?”

“First, what is she going to GIVE you?!

“In due time, Potter. Next question.”

Harry clenched his teeth. “Fine! I’m not saying I won’t agree to this ‘deal’, but I want to know why.”

“Why what?”

“WHY WHAT? Why do you want me to... to…”

“Wank off?”

“YES! And why do I have think about GUYS?!”

“Why not?”

“WHY NOT? Because it’s absurd, that’s why! Are you doing this for kicks? Or are you just trying to make some kind of point?”

Draco folded his arms and looked at the ceiling pondering the question. “Hmm. Good question.”

“Well? What's the answer?!”

“You might say it’s an experiment I want to try out.”

“WHAT? WHAT EXPERIMENT?”

“Really Potter. You really need to control your temper.”

“YOU’RE the poof then!”

“Please, Potter. I’m sure you’ve heard of my …involvement with girls by now.” Harry just glared. “And, you even saw one with your own eyes. I just want… hmmm …something different.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Different. And why ME?”

“Another good question.” Another pause. “Lots of reasons, Potter. First of all, we’re enemies.”

“Mortal enemies!”

“Right you are. Nobody would believe it. And second, you’re young, inexperienced and willing to take chances.”

Harry growled. “Even if I don’t want it? Or enjoy it? Then what? Are you just going to use me like the girls you’ve had?”

Draco hopped off the table and moved over to Harry who was sitting on another table. He placed his hands on both sides of Harry and leaned forward. He was close. He was too close.

“And who says you won’t enjoy it?” he whispered.

“BACK AWAY FROM ME MALFOY! RIGHT NOW!”

Draco leaned in closer. “No.”

Harry reached up to push him away, but Draco caught his hands. He was strong, much stronger than Harry gave him credit for.

“LET GO OF…”

“Just wait a minute, Potter. Calm down. Just give me two minutes. That’s all I ask.” With that Draco led Harry’s hands back down and placed his hands over Harry’s.

“Alright, Malfoy. Two minutes. But it won’t prove anything.” Harry sneered.

“We’ll see.”

Draco leaned in so close that their faces were only a few inches apart. It was really becoming unbearably uncomfortable for Harry. But Harry kept himself in check and faced Draco with confidence. Draco gave Harry a warm smile.

‘It’s not going to work Malfoy. It’s not. I’m not into guys and especially not you.’

Draco moved his mouth to Harry’s ear. “How are you holding up, Potter?” he whispered.

Harry gasped softly as the hot breath touched his ears. No one had ever been this close to him. A strange feeling came over him.

“I’m fine…. I’m holding up… just fine…” He stammered.

Draco pulled back to meet Harry’s eyes and smiled. One minute had gone by.

‘Gods. This is taking forever.’

Draco nudged Harry’s legs open and slid himself in-between. Harry jerked and instinctively tightened his legs but Draco's thighs were there. Harry tried to raise his hands again but Draco had them in a firm grasp. Harry held his breath. Draco moved his face back to Harry’s ear again.

“Times almost up. Are you doing all right?” he softly whispered. Harry could only nod. “Good. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

“You… better not...” Harry sputtered.

“I won’t. Besides, now you have something on me. But you won’t say anything, will you?”

Harry shook his head.

“I knew you wouldn’t.” Draco breathed right in Harry’s ear. Harry closed his eyes.

‘Time’s almost up. Time’s almost up. It’s almost over.’

Harry was right. Time was up. Draco slowly released Harry’s hands and backed away. However, he was still very close. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

‘I did it. I did it. I knew I could. Ha! Take that, Malfoy.’


“Stand up.”

“WHAT? WHY?”

Draco smirked. “Because I asked you to.”

“Sounded like an order to me.”

“However you want to take it, Potter. Now stand up.” A pause. “Please.”

Harry jerked his head back in surprise.

‘Did he just say please?’

Slowly, Harry stood up. Draco came in closer then looked down. Draco smiled.

“So, Potter. Did you enjoy that?”

“NO!”

“Really? Then explain that.” Draco pointed down to Harry’s trousers.

Harry gasped. “It’s only an automatic reflex!”

Draco gave a half smile. “Sure.”

“That’s all it was!”

“Whatever, Potter. See you at nine.” Draco headed for the door.

“Wait! I thought this was...”

“You thought wrong. Meet me in Snape's classroom. Don’t be late.”

Harry stood there wondering what just happened. “You betrayed me!” Harry said looking down at himself. He looked back up and exhaled slowly.

‘I have three hours. Just lovely.’

~*~*~*~*~

Harry Potter left the empty classroom checking left and right making sure no one was around. No one. Good. He started back to the Gryffindor common room, pausing at the Great Hall to check in on Ron. He was in a serious game of chess that looks as if it just started.

‘Well, he’ll be awhile. Unless the other player is really bad and Ron wins quickly.’

Harry trudged upstairs, past the fat lady, through the common room and into his dorm room. He had never been so thankful to see his bed before and fell upon it from the side, mumbling to himself.

‘Why am I so gullible? Why did I agree to this? I must be mad. To save myself from rumors, only to be humiliated by my worst enemy. And to do something I clearly said I didn’t want to do or had even thought about. Boy, isn’t that a contradiction. How can I save myself from being labeled a poof by agreeing to wank off, while I think about a guy?’‘2 ½ hours. Great. Well, better at least try.’

Harry straightened himself comfortably on his bed. He toed off his shoes knocking them both to the floor. He thought about just lying and actually thinking of a girl. Cho? No, too obvious. He might slip and talk about her breasts and how giddy he was over her kiss. And he was sure that thinking of any other girls would be a dead give away too. No. It just can’t be a girl. Draco is too crafty. He’ll eventually find out the truth. A sigh. So it has to be a guy. Harry growled with annoyance. He slowly thought of people he knew. Nobody sprang to mind that didn’t make him sick.

‘Come on, Harry. Surely, someone must spring to mind.’

Harry closed his eyes and tried to envision what exactly turned him on. It was all fantasies of girls, over and over. Harry just knew this was not going to work. He screwed his eyes up hoping that would help. It didn’t. He sighed in frustration. Then it came to him. Harry remembered he became hard twice in the presence of Draco Malfoy. But why? What happened to cause such an affect? Was it Malfoy himself? NO, definitely not. His smell? His clothes? His arrogant attitude? No, no and no. Then it occurred to Harry that it was the closeness of him, the warm breath on his ear. The feeling of a body so confining it was unbearable and yet so intoxicating. He had the same feeling when he was with Cho.

That was the answer. Harry knew straight away that it was the presence of someone invading his personal space. He thought of the warmth, the captivity and yet safety of another body against his. Just thinking of that sensation was getting him aroused. He opened up his trousers and freed himself. He caressed the tip of his glans, imagining the anticipation of a possible touch. So close he could feel it. He contemplated what it would be like to have someone break the barrier that surrounded his body, to feel the soft touch of a teasing hand and the reactions it would cause within himself. Perhaps the same ones he felt when he touched himself?

Absorbed in visualization, Harry never realized that he was moving up and down violently, until the moment of his orgasm. It was much more intense than he had ever experienced. His body convulsed as he tried to make it last as long as he could. But instead, his muscles relaxed and he came down from the natural high. But his heartbeat was STILL pounding in his chest. He closed his eyes and felt one single tear fall. He wondered if anything could ever be this exhilarating. To Harry, it didn’t matter who it was that invoked this arousal. He only knew the pleasure was inescapable and he had to confess the confirmation to Malfoy.

~*~*~*~*~

The Potions room was dark save the two candles glowing. Harry couldn’t see him but he knew Draco was there.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry. Ron’s been asking a lot of questions.”

Draco came into view. “And what are you telling him?”

“Nothing. He thinks you’re blackmailing me.”

“Why does he think it’s me?”

“Who else would give me a black eye?”

“Hmm. Weasel’s more intelligent than I thought.” Harry scowled. A pause. “I honestly didn’t think you would come.”

“I said I would.”

“Ah yes. A Gryffindor to the end.”

“What do you mean ‘to the end’?”

“It’s only a figure of speech, Potter. Well? Did you?”

Draco examined Harry's face. “Hmm. Apparently you did.”

Harry felt his cheeks flush. He went over to the nearest table and sat on top of it. It was slightly in shadow and he hoped it would hide his embarrassment. Draco walked slowly over to Harry.

“Who was he? Will you tell me, or do I have to guess?” Silence. “Ah, the guessing game. That figures, because I presume you’re too embarrassed to say.” Draco examined Harry's expression. “Humph. You are.”

“Wouldn’t you be?” Harry snapped.

“Possibly, but then again, I would not be in this situation.” Draco smirked. Harry cursed under his breath. “What was that Potter?”

“Are we through now? You won, aren’t you happy? Did this fill your ego enough?”

“My ego? Why would it fill my…” Draco paused as Harry gasped. “Oh. So you thought of ME? Really. Hmm. And to think I was going to end this deal.”

“Good. I’m leaving.” Harry got down from the table and started heading for the door. A spell was uttered and the door locked. “What? WHAT NOW?” Harry spun around to see a very satisfied Draco. “Come on, Malfoy. You had your fun. Now let me GO!”

Draco inhaled deeply and slowly released it. “No. Not until you tell me why it was me.”

“I don’t know!”

“Yes. You do.” Draco raised an eyebrow. “I can see it by that stupid look on your face. Now tell me.”

Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “All right. If I tell you, can I go?”

“Perhaps, it depends on the answer. You do have a way of not telling the whole truth.”

Harry clenched his fists and stormed back over to the table and jumped up. Draco leaned on the desk opposite him. “Fine. It was you exactly.” Draco raised his eyebrow again. “What I mean is, well, it was you but not in a…a…”

“Sexual way?”

“Sort of.”

“Potter, would you be more specific? You're giving me a headache.”

Harry sighed again and closed his eyes again so he wouldn't have to look at Draco's. “It was your presence. The feeling you gave me when you were close to me.” He opened his eyes and gulped when he saw Draco approaching him.

Draco came within a foot of Harry, kept his arms folded and smiled. “This close? Or,” he moved in closer. “This close?”

“Back off, Malfoy. You proved your point and I answered your question. We’re finished.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“What NOW, MALFOY? I told you the truth and now it’s over!”

“Do you know what my experiment was?” Harry's glared as he shook his head. “I am an expert with girls. I do all sorts of things to them and then they repay me.” Draco chuckled softly. “I wanted to see if I could cause the same effect on you. And I did. I knew it would be me that you’d think of.”

“I’M not going to repay you!”

“I never said you had to. But you already did. You affirmed my assumption. Thank you, Potter. You can go now.”

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