Summer 6:   Part E

Harry’s birthday was fast approaching and Draco was in a panic; a silent panic, but panic non-the-less.  In the one week that he had been out shopping with his mother before being whisked away to Hogwarts, he hadn’t bought a birthday present for Harry; mostly because he had been too busy decidedly not thinking about kissing the other boy to think about buying him a present.  Now, however, he regretted it, because tomorrow he would have to tell Harry he didn’t have a present for him.

With a frustrated sigh, he decided that Harry would have to wait, he had much more pressing issues to concern himself with at the moment; like porn.   To be specific, four issues of Strokes, one of the Wizarding World’s premiere gay magazines, which was currently lying in front of him with a letter on top of them, written in untidy scrawl: 

          Still don’t know why’d you need this to play a
        trick on Potter next year, but, whatever you say, Draco.

                                                          Gregory

He had no idea how he was going to pass his needing gay porn off as a trick he intended to play on Potter, but he’d think about that later.   Right now, he was looking at the cover of the first one and the muscular, tan bloke on it that was winking at him suggestively and stroking himself at a leisurely pace.  Oh, bloody hell.  Draco crossed his legs in an effort to hide his growing erection from himself.  This wasn’t about his being gay; this was about him being curious about what two men could do together.

He cast an anxious look at the door, before removing the letter and slowly flipping open the page to the middle… and then promptly closing it as what he saw was far more information than he thought he needed, despite the fact that his cock was fully erect now, throbbing at the image he had just seen.  Fishing under his pillow, he came up with his wand and cast a locking spell at the door.  It wouldn’t stop Snape from entering, but at least it would give him warning enough to hide the incriminating evidence.

Taking a deep breath to steel himself, he opened it again and looked.  One man was on his knees, head down, arse in the air, while another man stood behind him, gripping his hips and shoving a cock in the raised arse.  Oh, my.  Draco looked closer, at the face of the man on his hands and knees and saw a concentrated look that wasn’t quite pain.

Hesitantly, he flipped to the next page and saw something that made his heart skip a beat.  This was far more the kind of thing he had expected to see.  In this one the two men were laying out beside a large bathing pool, one man on his back, the other bent between his knees, taking his cock into his mouth.  As Draco watched, the cock disappeared into the mouth entirely, and the man lying down arched his back slightly, gripping his companion’s hair.

It seemed impossible, that had to be at least nine, maybe ten inches, where the hell was it going?  He caught a glimpse of an uncharacteristic bulge in the kneeling man’s throat and for a second, he forgot to breathe.  This was so wrong.  Page by page, he flipped through the first magazine, his eyes practically out of their sockets in a very unMalfoyish way.  For the time being, however, he couldn’t be bothered with being a Malfoy, he was simply a very horny teenage boy looking at porn.  Some part of his brain chirped in ‘gay porn’ but he shut it up by flipping onto the last page.

With another glance at the door to make sure that it was still firmly shut, Draco began to undo his trousers.  The moment he’d gotten the third button open his cock had sprung free, standing to full attention.  Draco wrapped his hand around it, matching the speed of the man currently pumping into the spread out body bellow him.  It really shouldn’t turn him on this much.  He should be appalled, disgusting.  His father would disown him and Harry… he shut his eyes and saw an image of him hovering over Harry, the other boy’s legs pushed back against his chest, his face tight with pleasure.   At that image, he came.

Draco fell back on the bed, lazily finishing himself off as he stared at the ceiling.  It was entirely unreal.  He’d just wanked off to gay porn.  Maybe he was gay.  Maybe Snape was right.  He lifted his hand to his face and looked at the cum coated fingers curiously.  What would it really matter if he was?  He’d still marry a pureblood and have pureblood babies, he’d just be thinking about blokes while he did it.

Slowly, he stuck one of the fingers in his mouth and scrunched his nose at the salty taste.  Not bad, really.   Not to say that he’d be wanking off for the sole purpose of licking cum off his fingers, but… not bad.  He sat up and put the first magazine aside.  Harry wouldn’t be awake for another hour at least.

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Harry was both excited and disappointed at the prospect of going to stay with his godfather for the rest of the holidays.  It had nothing to do with Sirius, he loved Sirius and he loved spending time with Sirius, not that he ever got to do much of that, but the man was the closest thing Harry had to a father and he was one of only two links Harry had left to his parents.  So, if it were just about going to see Sirius, he would have been ecstatic, but it wasn’t just about going to Sirius, it was about leaving Draco behind and therein lay the disappointment.  Leaving Draco meant leaving heated snogs in dark corners and unused classrooms, it meant leaving behind all the wonderful fun he had grinding against the other boy until they both came in their pants and, most importantly, it mean leaving his freedom to be who he wanted to be and having to go back to being who his friends thought he was.

He loved Ron and Hermione, maybe more than he loved Sirius, but there was a part of him that he couldn’t let them know about, the part that was very much in lust with Draco Malfoy, a.k.a. ferret boy.  He hadn’t really put much thought into it until recently, in fact, not until Draco had practically attacked him in his bedroom, just after breakfast in the kitchen with Hagrid and a distracted Dumbledore.  Although, thinking about it might not have been the best term for what he was doing, because thinking wasn’t something he was very good at, especially when someone had a hand down his pants.

Draco looked up, his cheeks pink, “So, what did I get you for your birthday?”

Harry groaned as the hand around his penis tightened, “Merlin!  You, uh… you got a… hm… a chess set.  It’s got dragons and it’s… ugn… gold plated, I think.”

“Solid gold more like.  My mother really is very generous with you, isn’t she?”

“Could we please not talk about your mother right now?”

Draco nodded and leaned down, smothering Harry with his mouth again and Harry put one hand on the back of Draco’s head, and clenched his other into the sheets.  Draco moved his mouth to Harry’s ear, “I want to try something.”

“Try…”  Harry stuttered as Draco bit his ear lightly, “try what?”

“Consider it a birthday present.”

“Last time you said that you wanked me off.”

Draco chuckled and his voice seemed deeper, huskier then before, “You’ll like this much better,” and before Harry could protest, Draco was pushing himself down the bed.

Harry blinked, looking down until Draco frowned at him.  “Close your eyes, Potter.”

With an annoyed sigh, Harry closed his eyes and set his head on his pillow.  Draco had pulled his cock free from his pants and Harry was trying to imagine how this was any different from any other time they had tossed off in bed together, when something warm and wet wrapped itself around the head of his penis.  The sensation was mind numbing.  He gripped the sheets harder and couldn’t help but open his eyes and look down.  He’d expected to see Draco with his wand pointed at Harry, having learned some marvellous new spell.  He did not expect to see Draco with his mouth wrapped around Harry’s cock, looking back up at him curiously.  Well, curiously at first and then annoyed.

Draco’s mouth popped off his cock and Harry just managed not to whine, “I said don’t look, you twat.”

Harry dropped his head back down and closed his eyes, hoping that Draco would continue with what he was doing.  Vaguely, he remembered Fred and George making cracks about ‘blow jobs’ the other year.  From context, Harry had gathered it had something to do with sex and something to do mouths, but he hadn’t really thought very much on it, because he’d had the Triwizard Tournament to concern himself with.  Now, however, there was no doubt in Harry’s mind what they had meant.

The mouth returned to what it had been doing and Harry moaned, fighting not to put his hand on the back of Draco’s head and push him down, make him take more of it.  Draco, for his part, was finding it very curious that for an act he thought might be debasing, giving head was a very powerful feeling.  The way Harry’s hips kept trying to buck up and the pathetic little noises that came from the back of his throat were absolutely intoxicating.  This was better than hand jobs.

Taking more of it into his mouth, he pressed his tongue against the shaft and let the salty taste of sweat roll over his taste buds.  In one of the magazines, he had found an article on giving head.   The first piece of advice had been to simply do what you would want done to you, but since Draco had no experience in what it felt like to have his cock sucked, he wasn’t really sure what he’d want.  Other tips had included using his tongue and using his hand to make up for what he couldn’t take into his mouth.

Draco bobbed his head up and down slowly, taking in only as much as he felt comfortable and moving his hand to make up the difference.  Harry was tugging the sheets desperately and Draco’s only warning was a stifled cry of, “Merlin, Draco…” before warm cum hit the back of his throat and flooded his mouth.  He swallowed on instinct and then pulled away, wiping the back of his mouth with his sleeve and rolling the thick fluid over his tongue while Harry lay panting and staring at the ceiling.  It tasted almost nothing like his own; it wasn’t as salty and, in fact, was almost sweet.  How odd.  Of course, that was good, because Draco preferred sweet if he had a choice.

Harry sat up, his arms shaking just slightly as he stared at Draco’s pensive face.  He had just gotten a blowjob from Draco Malfoy.  Draco Malfoy had just sucked his cock.  It was absurd, it was preposterous, it was absolutely impossible, and it had, above all else, felt incredible.  “So…”

Draco looked at him; seeming to be caught off guard that Harry was even there.  Before Harry could say anything, the blonde frowned, scooting back a little as if nervous, “So, um…”

With a huff, Harry lay back down, but then sat up again when Draco didn’t follow, “Are you okay?

Draco blinked, unable to think of how he should respond to that, because, no, he wasn’t okay.  He was gay.  He could deny it when it just mutual masturbation, he could ignore that he liked the porn, he could even brush off the fact that he thought Harry was kind of cute, but a blow job was… well, it was a cock in his mouth and he was hard from it.  He was still hard from it.

Harry looked down at his trousers and Draco fought the urge to cover himself, “Do you want me to… you know, return the favour?”

He did.  He wanted very much to see Harry’s lips stretched around his cock, to feel the warmth of that mouth moving over him.  He was gay.  Oh, sweet Merlin, he was gay.  He thought about what his mother would say, what his father would say and suddenly his erection made a hasty retreat in the face of fear.  He was going to be killed.  His father would string him up by his ankles and watch him slowly die, or curse him until he went insane and then kill him in some horrible, painful way.

Harry was still looking at him curiously and Draco quickly shook his head, “No.”

“Want me to finish you off at least?”

“No.”

For a moment, he thought he saw something in Harry’s face, something that was very like shame, maybe Harry was just as freaked out as he was, maybe… but that couldn’t be right.   What did the Golden Boy have to lose?  Everyone loved him, it wouldn’t matter if he liked cock; he was still going to save the world from Voldemort and all that nonsense.  They’d still kiss the ground me walked on.  It was gone almost as soon as he noticed it, though and Harry shrugged, getting off the bed.  “You do what you want, then, I’m going to go send a letter off with Hedwig.”

“Another one?  You’ll be seeing the Weasel tomorrow.”

Harry frowned as he tucked in his shirt, “Stop calling him that and I’m not sending it to him, anyway.”

Draco wanted ask who, but got the impression that Harry wouldn’t have told him, so he brushed it off and lay back down, waiting somewhat impatiently as Harry pulled on his cloak and gathered the letter.

Harry didn’t look back as he left the room, shutting the door firmly behind him and ignoring the fact that he was just sure Draco was hastily unbuttoning his trousers at that very moment.  Somehow, Harry couldn’t help but feel a little… well, used.  It seemed irrational to him that he’d feel used in a situation where he had been given something and asked nothing in return, but there had been something in how dismissive Draco was, almost as if it could have been anyone he was doing that to and Harry had just been the first available person.

Of course, Harry wouldn’t put it past Draco for that to be the case.  They were talking about the Slytherin git, here.  This was the boy who could cuddle up to Harry during the summer, put a hand down his trousers and all that, yet as soon as school started, it was back to making fun without a care for Harry’s feelings.  God, what was it with Draco bloody Malfoy and making him feel like he was two feet high with a brain the size of a peanut.

Speaking of which, Harry realised he hadn’t had peanuts in a very long time.  Perhaps he could get Hermione could get her parents to send him some during the school year.  With a huff, he marched a little quicker down the hall.  If all Draco wanted from him was a spot of quick fun, then… well, then bugger Draco Malfoy, because Harry wasn’t going to be used.  He’d find someone else, someone better for him.  Maybe even a girl.  He could always try with Cho, she was still attractive, slim and whip cord and the way she rode a broom was mesmerising.

Harry smiled to himself as he opened the door to the owlery and sought out Hedwig.  “Hello, girl.”  Yes, that was exactly what he would do next year.  He’d find a nice girl and give being heterosexual a try and if that didn’t work out, he’d find a nice boy, one that wasn’t quite so volatile.

Hedwig nipped at his hand and he gave her a treat while he tied to letter to Sirius, giving a detailed account of his latest vision from Voldemort, to her leg and watched her soar out the window and disappear into the dusk.  It would be good to see his friends again, things would be much less confusing without Draco around.  Much less confusing.