"Sneaking around the castle after hours again, Potter

Scared, Potter?

"Sneaking around the castle after hours again, Potter?"

Shit. Malfoy.

"That's going to be detention, Potter."

Malfoy smirked in delight.

Harry groaned.

"You just love this, don't you?" he blurted out. "Well, Malfoy, fuck you. You're not giving me detention."

"Watch me, Potter," Malfoy hissed, stepping in closer.

"I am watching you. Practicing your authority as a Death Eater? Well, you're not scaring me. All I see is a sniveling brat trying to look like his pathetic father."

Malfoy seemed to be taken aback by Harry's comment. Just for a moment though; then he spat out:

"Blow me, Potter."

Harry smirked.

"You. Wish."

Malfoy took another step towards Harry. They were only inches apart now.

"Do I? Well, that would be a really interesting turn of events, now, wouldn't it?"

Harry backed up only to find he was up against the wall.

"You've got to be kidding me," he hissed. "I know you are a total slut, Malfoy, but that's just…"

"Say it, Potter. Tell me you hate me and want to run and hide when I say things like that."

Malfoy's smirk was becoming predatory now.

"You. Don't. Scare me." Harry clenched his jaws and remained still, glaring at Malfoy.

"Prove it."

Despite himself, Harry already blurted out the question:


Malfoy leaned in and whispered into his ear:

"Try and resist me, Potter."

Harry gasped at his arch enemy being so physically close to him. He shifted and wanted to make a run for the door, but Malfoy caught his wrists and pinned Harry up against the wall violently.

"Get the fuck off me, M-"

Harry was silenced by Malfoy's mouth crushing to his. The kiss was brutal, and Harry kept fighting to break free, but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but register that he was getting aroused fast.

That Merlin damned bastard!

Harry kissed back and felt a sudden twinge of satisfaction when he noticed Malfoy's silver eyes grow wide in surprise.

Didn't see that one coming, now did you?

He managed to wrench one of his arms free and pulled Malfoy into a tight embrace. Soon the tables had turned. Now Malfoy was trying to pry Harry off.

"Potter! What the hell are you trying to pull?"

Harry glared at Malfoy maliciously.

"You, actually."

The expression on Malfoy's face was priceless. Harry had always known Malfoy was all talk, and now he got himself a little more than he had been bargaining for.

"Scared, Malfoy?" Harry sneered.

Malfoy glared back at him, his eyes burning with determination.

"You. Wish," he hissed.

Before Harry knew what hit him, Malfoy had him up against the wall again, and was undressing him like there was no tomorrow.

Oh hell. Maybe I was wrong about the 'all talk' part of his personality.

Malfoy's reputation as the Slytherin sex god was not to be taken lightly either. If rumors were true, he had fucked over half the students in their year. Harry suddenly realized that challenging Malfoy like this really hadn't been a good idea.

At all.

But his primal instincts were taking over the rational part of his mind rapidly and soon Harry found himself half naked and moaning at the sensation of Malfoy's mouth sucking his neck. Malfoy's hands were going south fast, undoing Harry's pants.

"Potter," Malfoy said quietly. "I never knew you felt this passionate about me."

Harry's reply was smothered in a loud groan when Malfoy's hand was gripping his cock and starting to stroke it with long, slow strokes.

"Malfoy… Oh fuck…"

"Don't worry, we'll get to that," Malfoy said, shaking his own robes off without ceasing the stroking efforts.

He attacked Harry's mouth again and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down to the floor. Harry's legs simply gave out from under him and he collapsed to the floor with Malfoy on top of him. Malfoy's mouth was wandering lower, until…

Oh hell no. He'd never…

Harry gasped and almost choked on his own breath when Malfoy sucked his arousal and gave him a mind-shattering blowjob. Harry felt his climax building, but then Malfoy stopped.

"Turn around, Potter," he commanded.

"What the… No! You're not stopping now!" Harry protested.

Malfoy smirked.

"Don't worry, Potter, I'm just getting warmed up. Now, turn around."

Harry glared at him, but obeyed nonetheless. Then his eyes went wide in shock. He felt Malfoy's tongue on his lower back… Traveling lower, and lower…

Harry spread his legs in response to the heat and wetness applied to the tight ring of muscle. Stars were exploding before his eyes.

Now I know… where he gets his reputation from… Aaahhh…

He tried to push back, but Malfoy had anticipated just that and held him firmly in place.

"Ready for more, Potter?" Malfoy asked mockingly.

More? What is he planning to do, kill me?

Harry was on complete sensory overload. All he knew was he wanted that son of a bitch to touch him again. Anything.

He nodded.

Something big and hard pushed into him, almost ripping him apart.

He stifled a grunt of pain and felt Malfoy stiffen behind him.

"Relax, Potter, I'm trying not to hurt you." Malfoy's hand snaked around Harry's waist, grabbing hold of his arousal again. Harry breathed out slowly, trying to relax.

With each stroke, Malfoy pushed in deeper, until he was completely buried into Harry.

It felt… Well, it hurt, obviously, but it felt good. Suddenly he remembered Ron's prediction in Divination:

"You're going to suffer… but you're going to be… happy about it."

He sniggered.

"What's so funny, Potter?" Malfoy asked, his voice strained.

"Nothing," Harry replied. "And I'm fine, thanks for asking."

Another hard pull on his cock made him gasp in exhilaration, and then Malfoy started to move.

Harry's mind exploded when he felt the pain being squashed by something else. He threw back his head in ecstasy and moved back to meet Malfoy's thrusts.

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die…

But it was heaven and hell at the same time. The pain was absolutely worth the mind-numbing pleasure Malfoy caused.

"Oh fuck… Malfoy… I can't…" Without being able to finish whatever he was trying to say, Harry cried out and came, sending Malfoy over the edge as his muscles clamped down on him.

Malfoy collapsed on top of him, pushing them both down to the floor. Harry ended up lying half under and half next to Malfoy, trying to catch his breath and to process what the hell had just happened.

"Oh Potter, just so you know," Malfoy said between ragged breaths.

"I'm still giving you detention."

Harry looked at his rival incredulously, and started to laugh.

"You wish."

Malfoy smirked at him.

"Do I?"

"I'm not cleaning toilets for you, Malfoy. Dream on."

Harry sat up and groaned.

"I am so glad Quidditch season is not starting for another month. You're going to have to carry me back to Gryffindor Tower."

"Hell no. Get my wand, Potter."

Harry eyed him warily. "Why?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes at him.

"Because I want to hex you into next week. Duh, Potter. After all the bodies I've fucked in this school, I'm quite able to heal you. And then you can walk back to your dorm, thank you very much."

Harry found Malfoy's wand and reached over, while the Slytherin was muttering something about 'hopeless romantic idiots' behind his back.

Malfoy healed him, and couldn't resist sending a charm up Harry's arse in the process.

"Malfoy!" Harry gasped.

Malfoy chuckled in response.

"Scared, Potter?"

"Don't tempt me to take revenge on you right here and now, Malfoy. Because I will."

"Who's stopping you?"

Oh hell no.

"You really are a slut, you know that?"

"At least I'm getting some," Malfoy sneered.

Harry's cheeks flushed red at that comment.

"Was it really that obvious?" he whispered.

Malfoy sniggered. "Hell yeah. You're the tightest fuck I've ever had, Potter. Be proud."

"I'm not proud of myself. Fuck, I lost to you."

"Everybody does, Potter, everybody does. Now, since I'm not the cuddling type, and you probably are, I really need to get out of here."

Malfoy moved to get up, but was surprised by Harry pulling him back to the ground. He gasped involuntarily when Harry pulled him into one last passionate kiss.

"Just wanted to say goodnight, Draco," he smiled at the Slytherin when he finally broke free.

"And you say I'm the slut," Malfoy muttered, getting his clothes and dressing himself quickly.

Harry shrugged. "I guess I learned from the best, if your reputation is anything to go by."

"Heh. Trust me, you haven't seen anything yet, Potter."

Malfoy turned and stopped at the door.

"Detention, Potter. Tomorrow night. Seventh floor."

Harry gasped at the implication, then he smirked.

"You're on."