Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Why Draco Malfoy Failed His Sixth Year
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1000
Genre: PWP
Status: Complete
Summary: Draco Malfoy's sixth year hadn't gone that well, academically speaking. Of course, that was just because he had other important things to worry about. Or was it?
Warnings: Canon, this. Well, a bit cracky canon. This starts in medias res, just so you don't get shocked. :)
Note: Yeah, that regrouping thing isn't really working. I have less and less free time. *cries* But I won't trouble you with that. So, I wrote this in a moment of desperation, and therefore it's a complete PWP. Oh but you know that. :D

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Why Draco Malfoy Failed His Sixth Year

 

Potter was lying on a desk, on his back, his legs spread wide and his shirt bunched up around his waist. His lips parted to utter a soft moan every time Draco twitched his hips and pushed deeper inside of him. His eyes were half-open and his glasses askew, black hair ruffled as usual, though now its messiness had a different meaning — Draco had been the one who had tousled it.

Logically, Potter should have looked silly, especially since he still had his socks and shoes on, but not his trousers and underwear. But rather than silly, Draco thought that Potter looked wanton — his naked legs dangled in the air, strong and pale and knobbly-kneed and his hands were wrapped around his own cock, stroking and squeezing, carefully following Draco's slow rhythm.

Potter had nice hands, Draco noticed distractedly. His nails were short and stubby and his fingers were splattered with ink, but they were long and looked skilful, moving along the length of Potter's cock, his thumb pausing to circle on the tip, smudging the wetness gathered there. It would have been nice to have those fingers wrapped around his own cock; however, Draco could hardly complain since he was quite eager to keep his cock where it was. He looked down at the rim of Potter's hole encircling Draco's prick, marvelling at the way it gripped him tight, but still consistently allowed him to move in and out.

He should stop watching this, Draco thought as his balls tightened. But watching Potter jerk himself off wasn't really an option either if Draco wanted this to last longer. So he looked up at Potter's face again, noting that Potter's cheeks were flushed, not from embarrassment or anger, just from pure arousal. Unconsciously, Draco leaned in, placed his palms flat on the desk on either side of Potter's body, and then sped up his movements, barely registering the wet sounds their bodies made each time they slapped together. Potter bit his bottom lip and shut his eyes, his head thrashing left and right as his hands moved faster, his knuckles hitting Draco's abdomen. His body jerked upwards, his muscles clenching, making the tightness around Draco's cock unbearable, and Draco's vision darkened for a moment, though he managed not to come just yet.

Draco didn't stop thrusting, even though his arms and back hurt since he leaned in too low. Potter's hands and his abdomen were a sticky mess, and Draco felt a sudden urge to clean that mess with his tongue, but nothing could have made him stop what he was doing.

As though he had read Draco's thoughts and decided to test that theory, Potter fluttered his eyelashes before he managed to open his eyes, his moans becoming louder now that he came, as though he no longer had the energy to try and stay silent. Potter's mouth formed a perfect o, his bottom lip looking too inviting; swollen and red and clearly demanding to be licked. Groaning in defeat, Draco slowed down his movements, almost stopping so he could bend down and capture Potter's lip with his teeth, and then swipe his tongue along the tender flesh before pulling it in his mouth and sucking on it lightly. His thrusts were shallow and slow, but Potter continued to clench around him, massaging Draco's cock and guiding him towards release.

Potter moaned loudly and wrapped his legs around Draco's body, the heels of his shoes cold and digging uncomfortably into Draco's buttocks.

"Draco," Potter murmured unexpectedly just as Draco's orgasm rushed forward. "Draco, you're drooling."

Draco blinked incomprehensively, his vision distorted, and his cock pulsing. "What?" he asked, breathless.

"Draco, honey, you're drooling."

Draco frowned, and his vision cleared as well as his hearing. He stared, perplexed, at Pansy Parkinson. Sitting next to him. In a crowded classroom. Where everyone had their clothes on, including — Draco looked around at Potter, who was seated in the back of the room — Potter was indeed fully dressed and was sitting in a chair, scribbling dutifully.

Draco shook his head to clear it, and then quickly remembered to wipe his mouth.

"Er ..." Draco coughed. "Right. I just dozed off." He nodded, sneaking a glance in Pansy's direction.

"Oh?" Pansy asked, looking smug. "Did this help you doze off?" She waved a colourful package with Harry Potter's picture on the front around. The one that Draco had bought recently. The one that said: Patent Daydream Charm: Shag this dashing hero on a desk; it's worthy of a zero on your test. Pansy grinned deviously. "Or did it help you get off?"

Draco squirmed and sulked, not sure what he regretted more — that Pansy had found this stupid package, or the fact that said package hadn't actually helped him to get off. He was painfully hard and left to take care of the problem himself. Now he'd have to run to the nearest bathroom and wank, knowing that Potter would follow him, probably trying to figure out why Draco was limping. This was not the result Draco had been expecting. He hadn't expected it the first time, or the thirty-second time. Which was perhaps a little irrational, but Draco had planned to stop this madness. As soon as he finished the Special One Hundred Fantasies Set: Maybe it isn't true, but in this set, Harry Potter will be gay for you!

The bell rang, and annoyed, Draco looked at his blank parchment, noting resentfully that the Charm had delivered what it had promised. He would definitely get a zero on this test.

Oh well, sixty-eight more fantasises to go. Maybe he would try the If you're unashamed, and wish to be captured and tamed; have some bondage fun with our Chosen One! next.

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Continued in Draco Malfoy and the Evil Number Seven.

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