The Affairs of Dragons | Harry/Draco | NC17

Title:The Affairs of Dragons
By: Jen
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rated: NC17
Notes: Done for nqdonne's request in the Secrets and Wishes Fest. I took some liberties with the prompt, but I think I've stayed mostly true to what you wanted. I hope you like it :)
Beta: Thank you to the lovely florahart and teaspoon14 for the beta, and to tarie and nmalfoy for listening to my whining while writing this.
Words: ~3900



Within the hallways of Hogwarts, one could expect to see many things. Spells gone wrong, animated conversations, and even the occasional fistfight. One did not expect to see oral sex right there in the open, but that was exactly what Harry Potter was presented with, while on his way to his room. He knew the students, Alex and Ryan, but he hadn't known about this particular development. Why me?

Not wanting to watch them, he just ducked behind a corner and waited for... well, a more opportune time to confront them. When exactly that would be, he had no idea.

*

They should have been in Potions right now, which was Professor Malfoy's class. However, they'd had such little time together lately that any excuse to skip class and get off was a good one. "We’re not going to get caught, mate." Ryan said, sliding to his knees in front of Alex.

"Bloody well wouldn't get caught if Professor—fuck, can't think when you're… oh." The rest of Alex's words were cut off as Ryan pressed him against the stone wall and swallowed his cock. Yes, this was much better than talking. Hell, this was much better than breathing. Then again, he was sixteen and anything short of pain felt wonderful when it came to his prick. Ryan, reckless Gryffindor that he was, seemed to make him forget that they were outside of the Charms classroom. All someone had to do was walk past or… but, fuck when he did that thing with his tongue….

"Someone will see, you sod!" he said, panting all the while. Ryan quirked a pale eyebrow at him, fingers pushing past his tightening balls to slide inside him. Being that there was only so much a person could take at sixteen, Alex bit down hard on his hand as he exploded into Ryan's mouth.

They really had to stop doing things like this in public.

It was only then when he catch sight of Professor Potter watching them with a stern expression on his face. Fuck. "Bloody hell."

Of course, it could have been worse. Professor Potter was a former Gryffindor, and generally liked by all. Which was more than Alex could say for his head of house; Professor Malfoy needed to get a damn lay before he started hexing things. Still, being caught with his cock out wasn't high on his list of Things To Do Before Leaving School ™.

Alex was expecting detentions and stern warnings and all sorts of bad things, but Professor Potter only gave them an odd look. "You will meet with me after dinner, both of you. I trust you can find my office?"

Ryan's eyes met his then, and Alex tried to fight the blush creeping into his cheeks. Yeah, they knew where his office was; they'd had hours of sex in there last week. Shit. "Y-yes, Professor. We'll be there."

*

Well, that had certainly been unexpected. Harry pushed the door to his office open, and sank into a chair. He could feel the knots and tension along his back, and summoned Dobby to bring him a drink. The bourbon burned sliding down his throat, but did little to erase the images from his mind. Dark hair, light hair… moaning, wrapped up in each other and unaware of little else. Harry hadn't seen their faces, however. No, all he saw was Draco Malfoy and himself, something that never was and never would be.

Harry had been a professor at Hogwarts for a few years now, taking on the duties of Professor Flitwick. It hadn’t seemed to fit him when he’d started, but he’d slowly made the job his own and truly enjoyed working with his students. He just didn’t enjoy catching them sucking each other off.

He tugged at his tie, more than a bit furious with himself. It wasn't as if he'd meant to see them! How smart was it, getting half-naked in the middle of the day? Now he'd have to be the adult and talk to them about discretion and other things he'd rather not have to say out loud. It wasn't as if he could rely on Malfoy to do it. He doubted whether Malfoy had ever had a blow job; let alone how to tell these two to quit it.

Fucker.

Well, no, Malfoy probably had but the point was that he had all the sensitivity of a… well, something lacking sensitivity. So it was up to Harry to set things right, as usual. Oh, he didn't mean to sound like such a martyr, but really… could the school (the world?) just take care of itself for a little while without his intervention?

Feeling a headache coming on, Harry rested his head on the cool surface of his desk and promptly fell asleep. Before he knew it, there was a knock on his door, and a dark head peeking around it. "Professor?"

Balls. Harry waved them in, banishing his half-full glass of bourbon. "Have a seat."

*


Something was afoot. Draco couldn't be sure what it was, but someone was keeping secrets from him and it was incredibly annoying. It was probably Potter, it was always Potter. In fact, he'd caught Potter staring at him during breakfast today, and it was all Draco could do not to flip him off. What that speccy git wanted, Draco didn't have the foggiest idea. Probably someone to listen to him carry on about his speccy little problems.

As it turns out, he did not have to wait long to find out because Potter was more than willing to dump his problems over someone else. How typical.

"Malfoy, we need to talk."

Giving Potter a long-suffering sigh, he put his quill down and at least tried to look interested. "I've nothing to say to you, Potter. Be gone."

It should have worked. "I'm serious. This involves our students."

Draco gave up on trying to grade papers and gave Potter the attention he so desperately craved. Bloody fucking hell. "Fine, speak."

"It's about Alex Smythe—"

"I've told you, Potter, he just needs some extra practise time with his Charms." Honestly, was Potter really that slow?

"No, would you listen for once? I happened upon Mr Smythe and Ryan Clark… er… well, being intimate. They were absent from Potions, were they not?"

Being intimate? Oh, he'd have to push for more if only to see Potter squirm. "What were they doing?"

Potter shifted his weight from foot to foot, and finally sighed. "Alex was getting a blow from Ryan, if you must know."

Oh. "Ah, well… typical for a Gryffindor to be on his knees. Did you at least let them finish?"

Potter blinked at him. "Let them finish? Malfoy, they were… they… half naked! In the hallway outside my classroom!"

There was this vein that Potter had had since the war. This vein that would stick out and turn strange colours when he was agitated. It was quite entertaining! "Relax, would you? Have you talked to them about this?"

He could see it now: "Okay now, boys, you mustn't play with each other's willies!" Draco nearly laughed out loud before catching himself.

"Yes, we spoke of it a little while ago. They are claiming that they only meet in secret because you won't allow Ryan into the common room—"

Oh, please. "He's a Gryffindor!"

"To which I said bullshit because there were plenty of times to meet when class was over," Potter said, ignoring him. "They confessed that they'd been seeing each other for a few months now, but begged me not to let it out amongst their fellow students."

"You must have loved that, didn't you? Professor pillow biter giving his young protégé's advice? Did you counsel them on which type of lube works best, hmm?" He felt that he might have gone a bit too far, but the words were out now.

Potter retaliated by charming his hair purple. Honestly. Rolling his eyes at Potter's pathetic attempt to cause him to sink to his level, he easily reversed the charm. There was something about Potter, something that seeped into his very bones and left him feeling as if every nerve was on edge. He hated it, had always hated it. Damn Potter and his ability to get under his skin.

"I simply informed them that they would be welcome in the Gryffindor common room. If they are continually denied chances to be together they will continue to skive off classes. I also told them, in uncertain terms, that having oral sex in public wasn't the brightest of their choices, if they wished to remain… ah, in the closet."

Seep, seep seep. Draco walked around to the front of the desk where Potter was standing, raising an eyebrow at him. "So, Gryffindor welcomes all, does it? What do you think the Smythes would say if they knew you were enabling their son to continue his deviant behaviour?"

Potter looked at him as if he were a bothersome insect. "Don't go spouting your homophobic garbage at me. This has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with them. Do you have any idea how hard it is, growing up like that? Realising that you prefer men and wondering what the hell your mates would say if they knew?"

Draco had to bite back a laugh again as Potter was practically blowing steam from his nostrils. "No, Potter, because I'm not a pervert like you."

Lies.

Well, not total truths anyway. He was a pervert; he just wasn't Potter's type of pervert.

Except for those few times, but surely those didn't count.

Yes, lies.

He didn't have time to wait for Potter's reply, because before he knew it, Potter was gone.

*

"Well that was—"

"Horrifyingly embarrassing? Worthy of asking the Headmistress to transfigure us into moths?"

Ryan nodded, shifting so he could look Alex in the eye. "You don't think he'll tell anyone, do you?"

Alex was quiet for some time, watching the water stretch out in front of them. He didn't know, did he? Surely Professor Potter would tell Professor Malfoy. Then they'd be in for it, because Malfoy would know exactly why they weren't in Potions. They'd be brewing make-up potions for the next twenty years. "Would it be such a big deal if he did?"

Ryan stiffened against him, looking up. Those blue eyes always did him in. The wide-eyed innocence – or assumed innocence, -- because Ryan was hardly virginal – was one of the things that had attracted him to Ryan. Now, well… now he was more than attracted. Now it was beginning to get painful when they weren't together.

"I dunno, mate. My Mum would go spare if she knew I was a poof," Ryan said, finally.

Alex, if he were being honest, didn't care much what his parents thought. They were always sailing off to Greece or jetting off to Los Angeles to sip champagne with some arse-licking Muggle celebrity. "Then we won't tell," he said, resting his cheek against Ryan's.

*

Harry Potter had a large headache, and an even larger glass of Firewhisky. Fucking Malfoy always had to make things much more difficult. Harry wished he had smacked the smug grin off of that pointy face. Instead, he was wearing a path in the threadbare rug in his room, thinking of Ryan and Alex.

No, he didn't know exactly how they felt, but he knew what it was like to be different. It wasn't until the middle of the war that Harry had discovered that as attracted as he was to girls, he was just as attracted to boys. Well, Charlie Weasley, anyway. Fuck, he still blushed now at the thought of it. Yes, he was definitely attracted to men with nice arses and even nicer cocks.

Just… why did he have to be attracted to Malfoy? Why not someone perfectly fine and nice like Neville? Because there's no challenge there, is there? He supposed not. Argh. The burning, nearly painful sting of unrequited attraction wasn't being tempered by the Firewhisky, in spite of his best efforts.

He knew what he wanted to do, but giving in to the urge was only going to piss him off all the more.

Fuck it.

Still standing in the middle of the room, Harry palmed his cock through his trousers. Fuck, yes. He opened the fly and shoved them down, along with his pants. The cool air in the room felt wonderful against his flushed skin, wrenching a moan from him. He gave in to the fantasy then, knowing what would make him come. Malfoy, it was always Malfoy. On his knees, mouth full of Harry's cock, one hand wrapped around his own. Malfoy beneath him on his bed, whimpering as Harry fucked him senseless. Yes.

Teasing the glans with his thumb, Harry jerked and gasped. Finally, with Malfoy's name on his lips as he tugged and stroked himself, he came.

*

Who did Potter think he was, walking out on him like that? So he caught Smythe and Clark getting off, why did it then have to be Draco's problem? Maybe because they chose oral sex over potions? Bugger all.

He was on his way to try and talk some sense into Potter's thick skull, if that were possible. They'd talk sensibly, decide what to do, and that'd be the end of it. Right. He found Potter's door ajar, and peeked inside. "Pot-"

Oh. Oh, fuck.

Potter happened to be occupied. Quite. With his... cock. Draco stood in shock, only motivated to move after hearing his name moaned as Potter came all over his hand. He tore off towards his own room, stripping and getting into the shower once he was safely inside.

So, Potter wanted him.

Potter not only wanted him, but wanked to the thought of him.

Draco knew he should be completely disgusted and horrified, but he wasn't. Watching Potter, watching the wild abandon in his face as he pulled on that gorgeous cock… he wouldn't ignore the way he own cock had reacted. It was still demanding attention, seemingly very pleased with what it had seen.

Draco pressed his forehead to the cold tile of the shower. He wasn't going to wank over Potter. He wasn't going to wank over Potter. He wasn't going to—fuck, he was already doing it. With a soapy hand around his cock, he let the hot water pound against his back. This was not good. This was something that he… oh, fuck yes, couldn't keep doing. Yet there were green eyes on his mind, and the imagined feeling of Potter's cock sliding against his own as he came.

Damn, maybe he was that kind of pervert.

*

The next few weeks passed in relative quiet. Exams were coming up shortly, and Ryan and Alex spent their time revising. Sixth year students didn't have to worry about O.W.L's or N.E.W.T's, but their concerns were valid nonetheless.

The quiet was shattered one evening, when they were, er, caught. Again. This time it had been Professor Malfoy catching them, and he'd instructed them to meet in the Potions classroom for detention. Which is where they were at the moment, watching what could only been called a standoff.

Professor Potter was doing his best trying to ignore Professor Malfoy, but it didn't appear to be working. Every so often, one of them would snipe at the other and Professor Potter would blush and look away. Huh.

Alex was jerked from his reverie by Ryan, who had just passed him a bit of parchment. Five Galleons says those two are fucking.

He had to cough to cover his surprise. He scribbled a few words in reply and passed it back. Are you kidding? Malfoy's straight! Besides, Potter hates him.

Ryan rolled his eyes, pointing at the two of them. Yeah, they had hated each other too, hadn't they? Still. Before Alex could reply to the note again, he felt it whisked out of his hands. Oh, fucking hell.

Professor Malfoy raised an eyebrow at them and proceeded to read the note aloud. "I see you've been revising, Smythe. Tell me, when did the school start making students sit a gossip exam?"

Wincing, Alex cleared his throat. "I, er, I… we were just—"

"You can go now," he said, pointing towards the door. Alex and Ryan both stood to leave, then the voice of their professor made them pause. "Besides, this is a lie."

"You really are shagging?" Ryan blurted, putting his hands over his mouth when he realised it.

With a significant look at them both, Professor Malfoy shook his head. "No, I'm not straight."

And with that, Professor Malfoy left the room. They stood there for a few long moments before Professor Potter finally excused himself.

*

Harry was going to kill Malfoy! "What the hell was that all about? Why go and taunt them like that?"

Turning with a grin, Malfoy rested against a closed door. "What makes you think I was taunting them? What makes you think that you know me so well?"

He had a point. But yet… "I, but you, you said all that shite about me being gay and—"

A flash of something that looked like vulnerability passed over Malfoy's face. "So I like driving you round the bend. Doesn't mean that... well, it doesn't mean anything."

Harry guessed it didn't. It didn't make this any less weird. Malfoy was probably just fucking with him anyway. "I don't believe you."

Malfoy pushed himself away from the door, coming over to invade Harry's personal space. "Shall I need to convince you?"

Wait, what? Forcing himself to take a step back, he inhaled around the hot rush of arousal. "You may need to, yeah," Harry said, hands suddenly feeling quite sweaty.

Easing him against the wall, Malfoy – Draco – leaned in to nuzzle at the juncture of shoulder and neck. As desperate as Harry was for this, which was quite pathetic really, he didn't want to do anything right there in the hallway. That made them no better than their enterprising, horny students. Harry liked to at least pretend that he had more self control than a sixteen year old. "Not here."

Not waiting for Harry to catch his breath, Malfoy grabbed him by the hand and set off down the dark hallways. Harry followed along, arousal and anticipation making him feel light-headed. This couldn't really be happening, could it? The steady, warm feeling of Draco's hand holding his made it all seem real, anyway. He was ushered inside Malfoy's room, and promptly pushed back against the closed door.

*

Potter’s eyes met his, and Draco found that he wasn’t sure what to say. Before, in the hallway, that had been spontaneous. He could blame it on hormones and never think of it again. This was a conscious thought, wasn’t it? He had brought Potter back here with the intent of fucking him until they both couldn’t move. Now, well, if he could just remember what he was supposed to do first, he’d be all right. Oh… yes. He brought his lips to Harry's, totally unprepared for the force of Harry's kiss. Harry was pliant against him, dark hair and soft skin and oh, god… he wanted him.

Harry? Harry.

Keeping Harry where he was against the door, Draco lowered himself to his knees. Harry smelled faintly of colonge and the green cakes of soap that the school provided. If he kept his eyes closed, Draco could swear that they were still the students... stealing away for a fuck while nobody was the wiser. Perhaps Alex and Ryan had been the smart ones after all.

Harry's moan brought him back to the present, and Draco wasted no time freeing him from his trousers and pants. Then, finally, Draco got a closer look at Harry's cock. His own was straining against the fabric of his trousers, and he ran a shaking hand over the bulge in an effort to appease it.

"Touch yourself," Potter said, watching him with those dark green eyes. "I want to watch you."

Oh. Sitting back on his heels, Draco pulled his cock from his trousers. Fuck, if he kept this up he wasn't going to be able to last long at all. "Don't want to come," he said, weakly.

Harry reached out, guiding Draco's mouth back towards his cock. Draco went willingly, hand tightening around his own cock as he licked his lips and let Harry slip between them. Fuck, but Draco loved sucking cock. He caught hold of the base of Harry's cock, holding... sucking... fucking his own hand. It was too much, he had to stop before he made a mess of himself. Choosing to instead focus his attentions on Harry, he pulled back and cast a quick Accio spell.

Attempting to question him, Harry was cut off when Draco held up the dildo he kept in his bedside table. Much to his surprise, Harry moaned and tightened his fingers in Draco's hair. Oh, you are a pervert aren't you, Potter?

Draco loved it. He sucked hard on Harry's prick, easing the blunt head of the dildo inside him. Harry pushed down onto it, cock going stiff in Draco's mouth. Close, close....

Pulling off, Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's cock at the base. "Not yet," he said, before whispering Cohibeo. The spell intensified the pleasure/pain around Harry's tortured cock, and ensured that he wouldn't be able to come until Draco let him. Perfect. "Turn around, Harry."

"Evil," Harry replied, still slowly fucking himself on the dildo. Draco removed it, then, nibbling and biting along Harry's neck. "You want it, don't you? You've wanted me for a long time, Potter. I saw you, you know. Saw you pulling on your cock, calling my name as you came. You wanted this, and you want me to fuck you now." Draco settled behind him, cock just at his entrance. He wondered if Harry would be embarrassed by this revelation.

Harry growled, arching back towards Draco's cock. "Yes, I want you. I want you to fuck me now, you bastard."

Draco wondered if anyone would be able to resist at this point. He moved his shaking hands to Harry's hips, pushing inside. The sheer heat of it, the gripping and pulling nearly drove Draco straight to orgasm. He restrained himself, but just barely, keeping his hands where they were and fucking him.

Harry could do no more than moan, shivering as he cock brushed against the door in front of him. "I like being watched," he admitted, turning to smirk at Draco. Already exhibiting the restraint of a saint, Draco let his teeth sink into Harry's neck as he exploded inside him.

They remained in place for a few moments, with Draco struggling to catch his breath. Harry was still wound up tight as a spring in front of him, moaning as the Cohibeo spell began to wear off. Not wanting to be unnecessarily cruel, Draco reversed the spell and took Harry into his mouth again. To his credit, Harry managed to last at least a minute before grabbing Draco's hair and coming. Harry rested against him, not protesting when Draco led them to his bed. They collapsed in a sweaty and sticky mess, but Draco couldn't have cared less at that moment.

Harry shifted in his arms, "Well, that was--"

"Surprising?" Draco offered, running a finger over Harry's bottom lip.

"Mm, I was thinking unexpected, but suprising works. I, we, I just... I can't believe we did that."

No, Draco couldn't either. Of course, he also couldn't believe that they hadn't just done this years ago. It was much better than fighting, and there was less blood. Well, so far; Potter was one kinky bugger. Apparently he was Draco's kinky bugger now, or at least for the moment. They'd work on the details later.

*

Outside of the door, Alex and Ryan were wrapped around each other in a kiss. Their spell to see into the room had not only been successful, but had given them a much clearer image than they'd expected. "Who'd have thought they'd be so bloody hot?" Ryan said, peering in at Harry and Draco again. They appeared to be complete opposites of them; Draco and Ryan with light hair... Alex and Harry with dark, but yet they weren't that different at all.

"Well, I certainly hope we're still fucking like that when we're old," he replied, running a hand through Ryan's hair. It was nice, and he could have fallen asleep right there, had it not been for Ryan and his big mouth.

"Oh, and Alex?"

"Hmm?"

"You owe me five Galleons."

-END