Chapter 2
“You heard me.” Draco sneered, turning and stalking out of the Great Hall. The doors shut with a solid thud behind him as he strode defiantly away. It wasn’t his fault that Potter took offense to his questioning Weasley’s whereabouts, or to his commenting on how Weasley had abandoned his “boyfriend” for a brunette. Draco certainly wasn’t encouraging the honeyed whispers Weasley and his Hufflepuff girlfriend were exchanging. He was just glad they weren’t there, giving the rest of the school indigestion with their courtship.
Suddenly, Draco felt a hand on his shoulder.
Yanking Draco roughly backwards, Harry Potter shoved the Slytherin against the wall. Eyes blazing, he held Draco firmly, his fingers digging into Draco’s sweater. The Gryffindor was taller by nearly a head, making the blond crane his neck to look him.
“What?” Draco snarled.
Potter glared at him, his face flushed with anger. “What is your problem? Why can't you leave me alone? Is this some sick little pleasure of yours?”
Reaching up with his free hand, Draco tried to wrestle Potter's fingers from his shoulder. “You just can't stand the competition. Can't stand it when someone else has all the attention?” Draco replied coolly, his lips curling into a tight smile. Grasping Potter's hand, he abruptly felt a jolt run through him. The edges of his vision blurred, his head swam and he began to fall forward. As he began to list he reached out to steady himself only to find Potter trying to do the same.
Draco lifted his gaze and stared into the other boy's eyes. He took an unsure step forward; Potter did the same. His pulse quickened; his mouth parted slightly as he gulped for air. For a moment they simply stared at each other before Potter caught Draco's lips with his own.
Draco was stunned as the other boy anxiously pulled him closer. Not one to let Potter best him, Draco deepened the kiss. Hands slid lower, caressing and probing. It felt good; it felt right; it was wrong.
Thrusting their hands forward at the same time, the boys shoved each other away. Draco hit the wall again and stared dumbfounded at Potter. The Gryffindor looked as confused as Draco felt. What had they been doing? What if the school had seen them?
“This didn't happen.” He growled wiping his mouth.
“Agreed.” Potter nodded firmly straightening his glasses.
They fled in opposite directions.
The last two members of the Slytherin Quidditch team exited the locker room, leaving Draco alone. This had been his last match and it had been against Gryffindor. Normally this would’ve been the first match of the season, but due to an epidemic, which affected most of Slytherin, the scheduling had been rearranged.
In June Draco would be graduating, but right now he'd be glad to make it through the rest of the day without seeing Potter. They'd lost because he'd been too busy staring at Potter's rear to look for the Snitch. What was wrong with him?
He was sure some joker had put a love potion in his drink the week before. It was the only thing that explained his overwhelming urge to strip Potter every time he saw the dark haired boy. It was getting so bad that he'd had to literally sit on his hands during Potions class that morning. At lunch he’d asked Crabbe and Goyle to spell him in his seat until they’d finished. He’d lied and said he’d had a fight with Potter and it was in his best interest to stay away from the Gryffindor. The last he wanted was the whole school watching kiss Potter. There had to be a way to find the potion and reverse the effects; he'd start researching as soon as he finished dressing.
The door squeaked as someone opened it. Curious, Draco leaned back, looking around the locker bay to see who it was. His eyes narrowed.
“What are you doing here Potter? This is the Slytherin locker room.” He snarled, his hands beginning to shake. Thrusting them between his thighs, he willed them to stop.
“I don't know.” Potter admitted sounding confused. “I..I...oh forget it.” He mumbled turning back towards the door.
“Gladly.” Draco grumbled, feeling his pulse quicken. The other boy swung back around and took two hesitant strides towards him before catching himself. Shaking his head, Potter slowly turned to the door again. He took one step then pivoted back. “Potter leave.” Draco tried to growl, but it came out a hoarse whisper.
He could smell him; he could actually detect a change in Potter's scent. It was the love potion again. They were too close. Standing abruptly, he backed up hoping to put some distance between them before the potion overwhelmed him. Potter was next to him in an instant.
“What are you doing? Leave.” Draco held his trembling hands at his side.
“I'm trying.” Potter answered staring down at Draco's bare chest. He seemed mesmerized by the pale skin. Draco tried to get away, but was rooted to the spot. Tentative fingers touched the small groove between his pectoral muscles.
“Potter, hands, keep…” Draco hissed, wishing his skin didn’t tingle under Potter’s hands. His own hands were creeping up, wanting to push under the other boy’s shirt. His will power was fading fast.
Potter froze. “This is wrong.” He stated, his voice cracking. He suddenly looked pained as he desperately tried to remove himself from in front of Draco. “I..I…can’t keep…”
Draco opened his mouth to throw a scathing remark at him hoping that would free him from the potion’s grip. Instead he grabbed Potter by the shirt, roughly jerking him forward. Standing on his toes he passionately kissed the other boy, as the sensible part of his mind screamed “no”. Its voice was lost as a wave of excitement flooded through him, leaving only an echo of reproach behind.
Letting go, he took a few quick breaths. Potter’s hands were once more on him, this time more assertive as they traced the path of his spine. Draco smiled slyly before kissing him again. He felt Potter grab his ass, but didn’t shove him away. It felt good.
Reaching down, Draco grabbed the bottom of Potter’s shirt and pulled it up. Potter paused long enough to help in the removal, tossing the cotton tee on the floor. Moments later his glasses joined it, although they were laid down more gently.
They moved to the bench, Draco’s hands entwined in Potter’s hair as the other boy kissed him enthusiastically. Potter began to lower Draco onto the flat surface.
“No.” Draco breathed breaking off a kiss. “It’s too hard.”
“Then we’ll put something over it.” Potter replied straightening. Quickly his eyes scanned the room. There were plenty of robes to use for cushioning. “We could use robes.”
Draco nodded and bent down to grab his own, adjusting it so that it covered the end of the bench. Two more were added on top as Potter removed them from their lockers.
The minute’s pause didn’t lessen the potion’s hold on either of them. Potter nuzzled the soft area behind Draco’s ear, pausing to nibble his ear lobe every so often. Draco’s breath caught in his throat. Arching against him, Draco dug his fingers into Potter’s shoulder. He moaned, tilting his head back as Potter kissed his throat. Slowly the other boy lowered him onto the robe-covered bench.
The fabric didn’t cushion as well as Draco had hoped, but it was better than it could’ve been. Potter pulled back long enough to take off his shoes. Straddling Draco he leaned down and began kissing the blond’s chest.
“Trousers…have…Oh Merlin, go.” Draco said, sucking in his breath as Potter licked a nipple. The other boy nodded. He began unfastening Draco’s trousers as Draco reached around and began undoing his. They shucked them and left them on the floor. It was growing warm, very warm.
Naked, Potter lay on top of him, kissing every exposed part of his body. Draco moaned, tangling his fingers in Potter’s hair. The heady scent of seduction filled the air driving them further. The potion’s hold was complete; they could not escape.
They were panting, Draco felt light headed and aching. Fingers probed, Draco arched against them. Potter slid them in further, paused, and frowned slightly; a puzzled expression crossed his face.
“Is that supposed to be wet?” He asked. Draco shrugged, not completely understanding what Potter was asking. The other boy returned to the task at hand. Slowly he worked his fingers back and forth, listening to each of Draco’s whimpers until he touched a spot that made the blond moan.
“Do that again.” Draco purred. Potter smiled and repeated the action several times. Draco whined, wanting more. He got his wish when Potter inserted himself.
Draco gave a small cry; he hadn’t been ready for that, but after a few seconds settled down around Potter. The other boy continued kissing and nuzzling him until he was completely relaxed again. Draco dragged his hands back and forth along Potter’s spine as he wrapped his legs around his waist.
Potter began thrusting, slowly at first but quickened his pace as Draco’s whimpers turned into whines. His own voice added occasional punctuation to Draco’s moaning as Potter buried himself again and again into him. Draco’s voice swelled as he arched, clenching tightly to Potter as he did. Releasing against the dark haired boy, Draco felt every muscle in his body grow limp. He didn’t let go though, Potter was still moving. Some part of Draco told him it wasn’t over. Gripping Potter tightly, Draco felt the other come inside him. A moment later the boy collapsed on top of him.
Taking shallow breaths, they lay together feeling warm and exhausted as the excitement began to ebb away. Draco held Potter tightly, but as the minutes ticked by he became stiff in Potter’s arms. They let go and slowly disentangled themselves. Neither spoke as they gathered their clothes and dressed.
“This won't happen again.” Draco stated as he finished buttoning his shirt.
“No.” Potter replied firmly. “It's over.”