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Corrupting

"Lumos."

"Nox."

"Mmm, no." Draco nibbled on Harry's bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth, humming quietly; it took him awhile to mumble, "Lumos."

Harry sighed, out of exasperation or because Draco's tongue was soothing the nibbles, occasionally sliding into Harry's mouth, he wasn't sure. "Nox," he said. The light of Draco's wand vanished again, and Harry quickly pushed his tongue into Draco's mouth, clutching the back of Draco's neck, keeping him in place. And successfully shutting him up for several long moments.

"Evil," Draco accused, rudely pushing forward, making Harry take two steps back, his arse hitting the cupboard's wall. Harry complained, but that was hard to do convincingly while Draco was sucking on his tongue. Draco pulled back, breathing heavily, his lips still touching Harry's, their noses rubbing gently together. "I can't see, Potter," Draco whined. "Lumos." Aptly, Draco distracted Harry by leaning in and pressing his lips to Harry's neck, simultaneously pushing his leg between Harry's thighs. The leg pressed upwards, and then slid back, then pressed again, more firmly this time. Harry gave a tiny gasp, his legs shook, knees buckling, so he pressed his thighs together to keep the leg where it was. He needed it there to hold him upright while he moved his hips, circling, rubbing, delighting in the lovely friction.

"Nox," he breathed.

Draco growled and bit his neck. Which Harry liked, so he congratulated himself for causing this and moaned loudly. What he didn’t like was when Draco took a step back, forcefully freeing his leg; Harry held it with his thighs as long as he could, but it wriggled and twisted, and made Harry harder than he was before, but eventually it moved away.

"Lumos! Honestly, Potter." Draco's face was illuminated by the light of his wand, and Harry couldn't decide whether it made him look angelic or creepy. Draco shook his head. "I can't see anything. What's wrong with you?"

Harry squinted at him. Draco's head was clear but not clear enough; it made Harry nervous that he couldn't see his expression clearly, not with Draco so far away. "I forgot my glasses." Harry sighed sadly. "So I can't see either."

Draco spluttered. "Your logic is ridiculous, you do realise that? Why should I suffer because you're blind as a bat? And I'm the evil one, apparently."

It was true, of course. It wasn't nice of him to deprive Draco of his vision, but Harry felt too exposed without his glasses, knowing Draco could see everything and Harry couldn't. He had stupidly forgotten his glasses while sneaking out of his dormitory. He realised it only when he missed the portrait hole and hit his head against the wall. By then it was too late, however. He couldn't go back out of fear of discovery. He wasn't ready to let everyone — or anyone — know that he was meeting Draco Malfoy for late night shags in broom cupboards all over the castle. That was a secret they had agreed not to tell anyone. Well, they never actually talked about it, but surely it was understood that they ought to keep this strange behaviour of theirs quiet.

Harry twirled his own wand in his hand. They were both armed; they always were when together. It made them feel better. After all, they were supposed to be enemies. Not . . . shag-buddies? Lovers? Boyfriends? Not boyfriends.

Harry replayed Draco's response in his head, then cocked his head, puzzled. "You're suffering?"

Draco shrugged, looking defensive. "You're the one who always wants the lights on. You've corrupted me. Now I need the light too."

Harry gritted his teeth. Draco was just being contrary, as usual. "Fine," Harry snapped. He was here for a shag not a fight. "Turn around."

Draco took another step back, his lit wand pointed at Harry. "You turn around."

Right, no orders. Draco didn't respond well to orders. "You're hard work," Harry said, sighing.

"That's why you like me," Draco said confidently. "Because I don't kiss your arse like everyone else."

"No one is kissing my arse, Malfoy. And who said I like you?" he added quickly.

"I just know you do." Draco gave him a speculative look, a small smile playing around his lips. "It's a shame, if no one is kissing your arse. It's a fine arse."

Harry tried hard not to blush, but it was a difficult battle to win; Draco rarely gave compliments. Actually, Draco never paid him a compliment before. Harry had a huge urge to say thank you, but he knew he'd blush if he did. Not knowing how to react to Malfoy's statement, he decided to return to their previous topic, but use a different tactic.

"Please turn around?"

Instead of turning, Draco was still looking, staring, still smiling in a way that sent shivers down Harry's spine.

"Hmm, there's something else I'd like to do." Draco took a step forward.

"Doing what I want for once is something else."

Draco shifted his weight, looking nervous, or excited; it was hard to tell. "Something else else. You'll like it." Draco nodded, but wavered quickly. "I think. Maybe not. Never mind."

Harry's pulse quickened. This was interesting. Malfoy was unsure about something. "Is it something kinky?" Harry frowned; he sounded much too hopeful.

Draco gave him a tentative smile, his boldness returning. He approached Harry slowly and reached out to hook his forefinger underneath the waistband of Harry's trousers. "I suppose. I'd rather say it's something dirty." He grinned, and Harry shivered. Draco's lips were so close to his own, Harry could feel Draco's warm breath on his mouth; it made him part his lips and lean forward. "Turn around," Draco said, breaking the moment. Harry narrowed his eyes, but Draco blinked twice and somehow made his lips look a little puffy. "Please," he added, blinking innocently again.

Harry took a ragged breath, knowing this was another battle he couldn't win. He had to learn this eyelashes-and-puffy-lips trick, or this would be the death of him. It worked fabulous when Draco did it; Harry's body and brain always hurried to obey.

Fighting the urge to do what Draco said, Harry stepped back and said, "Nox."

"Lumos. Potter."

Scowling but giving up, Harry set his wand aside, a little worriedly, and turned around. He was much too curious now. Something dirty that made Draco nervous. That was promising.

Breathing slowly and deeply to calm himself, Harry pressed his palms against the wall. They were sweaty and hot as the rest of his body, not just because of Malfoy's proximity and the prospect of something dirty, though there was that, but because the broom cupboard was tiny and the light provided extra heat. Harry could feel his shirt sticking to his body, and as he waited with trepidation for Draco's next move, the rush of blood in his cock only intensified the overwhelming heat. He nearly jumped when Draco pressed his hand against Harry's back, this simple innocent touch making Harry's cock strain against the rough fabric of his trousers. It was oddly exhilarating to feel Draco move his hand slowly, rubbing Harry's sweaty back; it was too intimate somehow, too gentle; it shouldn't have made Harry moan, almost purr as he curved his spine, wanting more. When Draco came closer and pressed his body against Harry's back, breathing hotly against his neck, Harry melted backwards, closer to the heat of Draco's body.

Draco's hands sneaked towards Harry's front, cupping Harry's crotch and squeezing rhythmically, and Harry thrust his pelvis forward, pushing into that competent hand. This didn't last long enough, but Harry felt no need to complain when Draco's fingers slid up, struggled with the zipper for a moment before he managed to pull off Harry's trousers down past his hips. Harry wriggled a little, helping until his trousers were lowered to the middle of his thighs.

"No underwear. Again," Draco commented, sounding pleased, as the tiny gush of cold air hit Harry's bare arse and thighs. The reprieve from the heat didn't last long; Draco pressed his body close again, panting into Harry's ear.

"I was in a hurry," Harry said. It was true, he always ran to these meetings.

"Understandable. You were meeting me." Draco's teeth captured one of Harry's earlobes, teasing and biting before his tongue slid behind Harry's ear to kiss the sensitive skin near his hairline. Harry's weak spot. The one that Draco discovered the very first time they had been together. The one Harry didn't know he had, not before Draco showed him. Harry moaned, unable to stop himself. He felt Draco's lips stretch into a smile. "You know what I'll do now?" Draco murmured, his voice full of promise. It sounded like a rhetorical question, but Harry still shook his head. He thought he knew what Draco would say now, though. Draco liked to talk during sex, saying unbelievable things that made Harry blush. He used the word fuck a lot. He liked to say things like, Fuck, Potter, your arse is so tight, and Fucking hurry up and fuck me, and Your lips look fucking gorgeous around my cock, and I can fucking take it, so fucking do it harder, and Draco's all time favorite: I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for days, Potter. Harry clenched his arse remembering that one, and wondering what filthy thing Draco would say now. But Draco said nothing filthy, and he had forgone the word fuck. "I'll rectify a horrible injustice," he said, moving away.

That shouldn't have sounded dangerous, but coming from Draco's mouth it certainly was. Harry swallowed thickly, trying not to push back and rub his arse against the coarse fabric of Draco's outfit; he shouldn't be so excited and willing, not in front of Malfoy. Letting Malfoy know how much Harry enjoyed, craved, these meetings was a bad idea. Malfoy shouldn't know that Harry liked it all: the fast hard fucks between classes in smelly bathrooms, and the slow lazy ones they sometimes enjoyed on Sundays; he liked the feel of Malfoy's cock inside his arse, and he liked it filling Harry's mouth; he liked the feel of Malfoy's tight heat when Harry had him pressed against the wall, slamming inside of him too roughly, not worried that Malfoy would complain because he never did; and he liked to see Malfoy's rude, filthy mouth silenced as Harry grabbed the blond head and pushed his cock past Malfoy's lips, and then kept pushing while Malfoy swallowed fervently.

He even liked this. When Malfoy grabbed his hips and pulled, making Harry bend lower and stuck out his arse, the position should have been embarrassing, but instead, it excited Harry and made him tremble with need. It was hard to resist pressing his buttocks against Draco's body, feeling heat and hardness that felt wonderful against his sensitive skin, promising pleasure that Harry didn't even know existed before Malfoy, but he was quickly — too quickly — becoming accustom to it.

Harry found his voice with some difficulty. "I didn't have sex this whole day; that's injustice," he claimed, hopeful.

"Indeed." Draco chuckled and then surprised Harry by moving away and dropping down onto his knees.

"Um," Harry said, nervous when Draco pressed his palms on Harry's buttocks, merely holding them there and possibly staring, making Harry wish the light wasn't so bright. The heat of Draco's hands was incredible, and it made Harry's breath catch in his throat, and it made him curve his spine even more and push back into those wonderful, warm hands.

Draco rubbed Harry's skin slowly, pressing lightly with his fingertips; it was a soothing feeling, somewhere between a massage and a caress. It made Harry sigh and press his cheek against the wall, feeling nothing except the warm pressure of Draco's gentle hands. He was utterly relaxed, so when Draco spread Harry's arse cheeks apart he couldn't help gasping and jumping in surprise. Oh how he wished it was dark; he felt too exposed, he was too exposed. What was Draco thinking, staring there?

He meant to complain, but then he forgot everything, even his name, when Draco's breath ghosted against Harry's opening. Harry stopped breathing, shocked. He had heard about this, but Draco wouldn't, would he?

Harry got his answer soon enough. And apparently, Draco would indeed. His tongue pressed against the most private part of Harry's body that no one had ever kissed and that only Draco had ever touched.

"Breathe," Draco whispered, sounding amused.

Realising he'd been hyperventilating, Harry took a deep breath and then exhaled it quickly when Draco pressed his tongue to his arsehole again, and this time, licked firmly.

"God," Harry gasped, his whole body quivering. He was sure that his bones had disappeared, there wasn't a single one left in his body. He had no idea how he remained standing. If Draco's hands weren't holding him tightly, he would have fallen. Draco, however, didn't care about Harry's vanished bones; he kept licking up and down, along the crease of Harry's arse, pausing at the sensitive skin of Harry's hole where he circled his tongue, teasing with the tip but moving away just as Harry thought, hoped, begged he'd push it inside.

Draco chuckled, the sudden rush of cold air impossibly pleasant.

"I said breathe."

Harry tried, but there was no air in his vicinity. "I can't," he complained pathetically. "You're . . . you're . . ." Licking my arse, Harry wanted to say, but he figured Draco was aware of that.

Draco chuckled again, grabbing Harry's arse more firmly and spreading his cheeks even wider. Harry forgot he was supposed to be embarrassed and he quickly spread his legs as far as he could, which wasn't far since his trousers were still around his thighs.

"Well," Draco said, his breath caressing Harry's opening again. "I suppose this never actually killed anyone; I doubt you'd be the first. Don't breathe then."

"Okay." Harry nodded, no longer remembering what Draco was talking about when Draco pressed the tip of his tongue to Harry's hole and pushed.

"Oh." Harry's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palm as he tried to stop himself from saying something loud and embarrassing and from pushing back rudely onto Draco's tongue. He pressed his forehead against the wall as that wonderful tongue wriggled inside of him, pushing in and out, fast, though not fast enough. He whimpered not just because the feeling was incredible, and yes, dirty, but because he could hear Malfoy making sounds, slurping, indecent, wet sounds that made Harry blush. Harry moaned, trembling, feeling Draco's hair brush the skin of his buttocks, the caress of the silky strands gentle and barely there, but Harry was acutely aware of it. He could feel saliva trickling down over his balls, and Harry's mortification promptly returned because that was almost too much. Harry wanted to flee and hide; bury his head in his pillow and die of embarrassment. But Draco held him captured, not with his hands but with his tongue, skilful tongue Harry couldn't bear to part with.

Unable to stand it anymore, his cock throbbing painfully, Harry reached down with one hand and stroked himself roughly. As though reacting to this move, Draco stabbed his tongue a little deeper and Harry shuddered, sped up the movement of his hand, and came. He nearly sobbed, the pleasure unbearable, made stronger by Draco's tongue still firmly inside his arse while Draco's hands kneaded his buttocks painfully.

Shivering and twitching continuously, Harry couldn't move, so he remained in his position, boneless and leaning his head against the wall. He could feel sweat dripping down over his forehead and his back, the feeling unpleasant, but Harry couldn’t care less. Draco had pulled back, still caressing the slick skin of Harry's arse with one hand, and Harry heard him fumble with his zipper with the other.

Harry almost complained when he felt the hot head of Draco's cock press against his arse — Draco didn't mention lube — but he couldn't speak. However, Draco didn't push in. Harry could hear him stroke himself and he could feel Draco's cock slap against the sweaty skin of Harry's arse a few times. It was over quickly. Draco groaned as hot liquid splashed over Harry's skin, coating his arse and sliding down his thighs, and Harry was well aware how debauched this must have looked.

Harry sighed, distressed; he had liked that too.

He couldn't find the strength to straighten himself until Draco wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him backwards. Harry ended up pressed flush against Draco's body, his head falling onto Draco's shoulder because his neck wasn't able to hold it up.

Draco smiled down at him, looking very pleased with himself.

"You're embarrassingly loud, Potter," he informed him, not looking upset, but amused.

"I didn't say a word." Harry frowned; he'd been so quiet.

"I wouldn't call those sounds words either. Whimpers would be a more apt description."

"Liar," Harry accused, not really caring and smiling a silly smile despite trying not to.

Draco shook his head, looking indulgent, then leaned down and kissed him. If Harry had anticipated that, he would have turned his head away, but Draco was too quick. However, much to his relief, Harry tasted nothing odd, so he let himself enjoy the slow kiss, even though the angle was awkward and he did remember, vividly, where Draco's mouth had been.

After a few wonderful moments, Draco pulled away, pressing a final sloppy kiss to Harry's lips. Harry was still smiling his silly smile and wryly, he guessed his face would remain stuck in that position for a while.

"I can't believe you did that," Harry said truthfully. Had someone told him that one day Draco Malfoy would get on his knees and eagerly lick Harry's arse he would have laughed himself silly.

Draco nodded, smug. "I'm unbelievable."

"You are," Harry said before he could stop himself.

"Embarrassing, Potter, embarrassing." Draco shook his head pompously, though he did blush a little. "I knew you'd sell yourself to the first person who kisses your arse."

"Actually, by your own reasoning, now I can no longer like you."

Instead of looking upset, Draco grinned wider. "No longer? So you confess you do like me?"

Underneath Draco's teasing smile, Harry thought he could detect a tinge of insecurity. Perhaps he was wrong, but it made him bold enough to say, "Maybe. A little."

Draco swallowed, his smile wavering, but then he laughed, a little nervously. "Sweet Merlin, I've turned you into a slobbering idiot."

"I'm not slobbering," Harry said quickly.

"I note you didn't deny the idiot part."

Harry considered that. "I must be an idiot since right now, I want to take you to my dormitory, smuggle you into my bed, and keep you there."

"Did you say smuggle or snuggle?"

"Um. Which word would make you say yes? I could smuggle you and then snuggle you."

Draco didn't answer, just bit his lip, the corner of his mouth twitching. "How rude of you. That would give Weasley a heart attack." Draco blinked. "Wait. Let's do that."

Harry feared his own grin would split his face in half. "Okay." Merlin, he was an idiot, but he didn't care. "When we get there, if you promise to be quiet, I could return the favour," Harry breathed, eager to do something wonderful for Malfoy. Funny, he never thought that licking Malfoy's arse would ever be his top priority. But this was his priority right now.

Draco's eyes widened impossibly. "In a room full of sleeping Gryffindor boys?"

Harry nodded, his mind already busy with plans. A couple of well-placed charms and they could manage it. Though, if he had Draco in his bed, they might never get up, so someone would have to discover them eventually.

"See? You are corrupting me." Draco shook his head sadly.

"I haven't even started," Harry promised.


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"Nox."

"Lumos."

"Nox. Honestly, Potter. Someone could see the light."

Harry fixed his glasses that had slid down his nose. "I've cast a million charms. We're good. Well, we're bad, actually, but you know what I mean. Lumos." The light of his wand illuminated the half naked body in front of him. Draco was lying on his stomach, his shirt bunched up around his waist, a pillow under his hips making sure that his bare arse was lifted, the muscles quivering, awaiting Harry's touch.

Harry didn't let them wait long. He pressed his palms to the pale skin, caressing the smooth buttocks and parting the cheeks to reveal his goal.

"Honestly," Draco whispered, but it was almost a moan and he didn't move to turn off the lights again.

It was quiet in the room. Harry could no longer hear the loud snoring of the other boys so he hoped that meant they wouldn’t be able to hear anything either. Not that he was obsessing about it. He wasn't thinking about other boys at that point. Just this boy that was pushing his arse upwards, seeking Harry's touch.

He'd have to tell his friends about this — well not this, but about Malfoy— at some point, Harry thought as he scooted backwards on his knees and lowered his head, breathing hotly over Draco's hole, remembering he had liked that when Draco did it to him. Draco liked it too, judging by the way he buried his head into the pillow and moaned, at the same time spreading his legs a little wider.

He would break the news to Ron and Hermione gently, Harry decided, pressing his lips to the skin of one cheek, and sticking out his tongue to lick a long wet line. Draco's muffled moans became louder. Harry sighed contently, kissing the very top of Draco's arse, right where his spine ended. Yes, he would have to tell them about this now. Now that he had Draco in his bed, it became obvious he wouldn't be able to let him go, and Harry dared to believe that Draco didn't want to go. He did kiss his arse and all. That had to count for something. So they would simply have to tell everyone they were . . . boyfriends. Yes, boyfriends. Harry could only hope that if he explained everything carefully, Ron and Hermione would be supportive. They'd see that Draco isn't so bad, but rather tasty. Though, he should probably refrain from telling them that Draco's arse tasted wonderful. Harry grinned, biting down on Draco's left buttock.

Draco yelped, Harry laughed, and Ron said, "Harry?"

Harry froze, his teeth still nibbling Draco's skin as he cocked his head to the left and saw Ron standing next to the bed, one hand clutching the canopy and the other covering his mouth.

"Er," Harry tried, lifting his head while Draco all but whimpered, "Nox."

As Harry's mind worked furiously, Ron closed his eyes and turned around, walking towards his bed and mumbling, "This is worse than spiders." He groaned and lay back down, pulling a pillow over his head.

Not believing his luck, Harry stared in shock for a while, but then quickly closed the canopy, looking nervously at Draco who had turned around to glare.

"Weasley saw my arse," he whispered furiously. "I'll never forgive you."

Harry shifted guiltily. "I can kiss and make it better?"

"You can't make it better. It's perfect," Draco said grumpily, but his lips were twitching. "But you may kiss it," he conceded gracefully, then turned around and wriggled his arse demandingly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, eagerly bending down to fulfill his assignment.

As Harry pressed his tongue to Draco's hole, Draco chuckled quietly.

"What?" Harry asked, thinking he had done something wrong.

But Draco chuckled again, sounding very pleased. "Nothing. I was just thinking . . . I always did want to be Weasley's worst nightmare."

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