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Harry shut the door. He had come into the bathroom to hide from Mrs Norris. It was the middle of the night and he was out in the corridors, taking a walk. He had not been able to sleep, and he knew that when he did, his dreams would be full of green flashes and screams, that high pitched laugh as Sirius fell behind the veil. He shook himself out of these thoughts and headed towards the sink, looking at his dark reflection. He could just make out the tiny glint of his glasses.
A small, whimpering sound came from the cubicle at the end. Harry whipped around. Was that Filch's blasted cat? Was she even allowed in the boys bathroom? She was a Mrs after all, Harry thought. He ought to ask Hermione, it must be in Hogwarts: A History.
He waited for a moment. Yes, he could hear it again, a slight whimper from inside the cubicle. It could not be the cat. Harry slowly inched towards the stall. He had not brought his invisibility cloak and therefore could not leave until he was sure Mrs Norris was gone. As he got closer the noise subsided. He bent slowly down, trying to look through the crack underneath the door.
He got down on his knees and tilted his face towards the gap. It was a boy! It was a boy, with white-blond hair. Harry almost gasped as he excitedly withdrew his head. Malfoy! Aha! He had caught him now, he could not possibly escape Harry if he tried, Norris might still be outside. He peered through the gap again. What was it that Malfoy was doing? He was leaning against the right wall, panting, with his mouth slightly open. He seemed to be shaking. Harry looked down. Then he jolted back and sat still in shock, heart suddenly thudding in his chest. Malfoy was...
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Draco whimpered as he rubbed his hand along his dick, eyes shut so he would not remind himself that he was in a bathroom stall. He needed a break, he needed a release, he needed a desolate place. No one would come here, he knew. He had been using it since the start of the sixth year, though not for this particular reason. This current situation was due to heights of desperation.
He moved his hand faster, whining and pressing his arse into the wall. He stopped, then, and looked down at his cock, at the precum beaded onto his tip.
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Harry had returned to the gap under the door. He didn't know what he was doing, he should have already gotten up and ran across the bathroom and out the hallway in disgust, but instead he had found himself rooted to the floor. As long as Malfoy doesn't notice, there's nothing wrong, a tiny voice in his head told him. It's not like he could leave yet, what if Filch's cat was still prowling the halls? This was the better option, he told himself, staying here in the bathroom for safety. He could still confront Malfoy when he finished his business and opened the bathroom stall. So he had bent his head down, and dazedly looked up at Malfoy through the crack.
Harry watched as Malfoy stopped moving his hand to look down at his dick. He watched as he slowly wiped precum onto his long, slender finger. Then he watched as Malfoy opened his mouth, placed it on his tongue, and sucked it right off. A sudden groan escaped Harry's mouth. He whipped his head back and scrambled up, mortified. He was panting. He stared at the stall door. No movement was coming from inside. Maybe Malfoy hadn't heard it, he thought, desperately. Maybe he had thought it was the groaning of the pipes, they did tend to do that. Harry had almost convinced himself.
The door banged open. Draco Malfoy stood at the cubicle entrance, wand out, pointing straight at Harry.
"So, Potter," Malfoy said, pale face flushed, eyes narrowed. "Didn't learn our lesson from our incident on the train, did we? Still think we're the smartest one in the room, don't we?" His nostrils flared. "It's a shame your mother died before she could teach you basic manners, Potter."
Harry whipped out his wand. "Exp-" he started, but Malfoy was too fast.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Harry's arms and legs locked together and he fell back, head hitting the wall. He could not move. Malfoy walked towards him and picked up his wand, then stood up and looked at Harry, a strange expression flitting across his face for a split second.
"You want to watch me?" Malfoy said, then, almost whispering. "You want to watch me do it so badly, I'll show it to you." He seemed as if he could not believe the words leaving his own mouth. "You have no choice but to look, Potter."
Harry could not believe his ears. What was Malfoy saying? Surely he wouldn't... surely he didn't want to... and Harry couldn't shut his eyes, he would have to watch. He looked away from his face.
Malfoy had pulled out his cock.
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Draco held his semi-hard dick in one hand. He could not believe what he was doing. When he saw Potter's face under the door, his blood had gone cold. He had banged open the door and seen his startled expression, the slight flush in his cheeks, and felt that familiar rage and shame climb up his throat. But then he had seen a slight tent in Potter's pants, and something else had grabbed hold of him entirely.
Draco looked straight into Harry's eyes as he began to move his hand up and down his dick. He bit the inside of his cheek as it got harder, it was standing painfully erect now. Something about Potter watching him do this...
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Harry could not tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him. He could feel his own cock pushing against his pants. Malfoy bit his lip.
"Fuck," he moaned, eyes no longer on Harry, head thrown back, neck catching the silver moonlight coming through the window. He was moving fast now, gasping every time his fingers grazed his tip, hand dripping with precum. Then he pulled his head back down, and looked at Harry and he moaned slightly. Harry thought he was going to burst if he couldn't do something now. He could feel himself almost about to finish, just by watching Malfoy stroke his cock in front of him.
Then Malfoy pointed his wand and Harry gasped, finally pulling his arms and legs apart. Malfoy set both wands down on the windowsill. He stood for a second, gazing at Harry.
"Potter," He said quietly, eyes locked on Harry. "Potter, touch me, please," he gasped out.
Harry felt a rush of heat to his groin. He stepped towards Malfoy and slowly brushed his cock with his thumb. Malfoy whimpered. "Please," he choked, grabbing Harry's erection through his pants.
"Shit," Harry said, and wrapped his hand around Malfoy's cock. Malfoy writhed as Harry started to drag his hand along his dick, hand still on Harry's own.
"Fuck, Malfoy, fuck, you like that?" Malfoy whimpered and Harry felt his fingers slip away. "Keep it there." Harry grabbed Malfoy's palm with his other hand and pressed it against his dick. Malfoy moaned loudly. "Potter, just like that, yes- fuck, Potter, jerk me off, fuck, Potter, I'm coming," and Malfoy came with a gasp and shudder on Harry's hand.
Harry stared at Malfoy, who looked down at Harry's hand with lidded eyes. He raised his hand towards Malfoy's face.
"Lick it off," Harry said.
Malfoy opened his mouth, raised his hand to take Harry's wrist, then dropped it.
"Take off your pants," Malfoy said suddenly, looking at Harry.
"What?" Harry's brain assisted him in the delayed reaction.
"Take them off Potter, your pants." Malfoy said impatiently.
Harry's hands flew to his zip, practically jumping out of his pants. Then he stood in front of Malfoy, waiting.
"I want to lick it off you," Malfoy said, glancing at Harry. "Want to feel my tongue against your dick," He looked down at Harry's boxers. Harry felt a shiver run through him. He watched as Malfoy lowered himself onto his knees, face inches from Harry's cock, looking up at him through that blond hair. "Cum on my face Potter," he said, reaching towards Harry's boxers.
Harry looked up and closed his eyes.