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Authenticity

"Professor Potter," Draco said, infusing as much sarcasm as he could in that simple greeting.

"Professor Malfoy." Potter nodded, his tone lacking warmth. "Leaving so soon? You'll miss dinner."

"It's my weekend off. I don't want to waste it here." Draco cocked his head and let his lips curl into a smile. "Concerned I'll starve?"

Headmistress McGonagall and Filius Flitwick passed next to them on their way to the staffroom. They nodded in greeting, their expressions wary, as though they feared that a fight would break out.

Potter smiled at them and then shot Draco a wry glance. "Of course I am. Good Potion Masters are hard to find. How ever would we replace you?"

"Why, Potter, was that a compliment?" Draco smirked and straightened his robes, at the same time sneaking a glace at Potter's untucked shirt. Its lowest button was unfastened and Draco very much wanted to know whether Potter had something beneath it or if Draco cocked his head just right he'd see some skin.

Potter cleared his throat and Draco's gaze snapped back to Potter's face.

"Have a nice weekend, Professor Malfoy. I hope someone is waiting for you at home, ready to improve your mood. You're scaring the students with that frown." Potter smiled, though not at Draco, but at the Headmistress who hovered at the staffroom door, probably trying to determine weather she would have to step in and hex one of them should they start fighting.

"I hope so, too," Draco said airily. "Merlin knows I don't want to scare the students. Or anyone else. I expect to find some wonderful distraction at home. I hope that doesn't make you jealous." He sneered at Potter and grinned widely at the Headmistress.

As he walked away he heard her address Potter. "Well now, you two were surprisingly civil to each other. I daresay I'm impressed."

"Were we?" Potter asked and Draco imagined he could hear amusement in his tone. "It won't happen again, Professor."

Draco grinned, rounding the corner as the Headmistress sighed loudly. "Oh Harry, will you two ever grow up? One day I'll lock you in a room together and I won't let you out until you learn to get along."

Draco smiled all the way to the gates while imagining what he would do to Potter if they were locked in a room together. Several students looked at him oddly and Draco took a moment to glare at them nastily. They scurried away in fright.

The sun was already setting by the time Draco arrived home and he was pleased to find Elf-made food waiting for him on the kitchen table. Hungry, Draco promptly ate the delicious dinner. Afterwards, he had a shower and changed his clothes, thinking about Potter's words. Potter had been right — he could use a distraction. The week had been especially tiresome. He barely had any free time. Bloody dunderheaded students needed too much supervision. Honestly, years ago, when he had attended Hogwarts, students weren't so foolish, nor so ill-disciplined.

Checking the time, Draco concluded that the professors who remained at Hogwarts had retired for the night. Potter among them. By now, Potter could be in bed. Naked.

Smiling at the thought, Draco grabbed his wand and stepped into the large cabinet, placed in a prominent spot in his bedroom. He closed the door and clenched his teeth, waiting for the familiar spinning sensation to pass. When it finally had, Draco pushed the door open, his body tingling in anticipation. He had no idea what he would find on the other end — he never did.

The bright sunlight blinded him for a moment and Draco had to blink a few times to adjust his vision. He stepped out on what looked like someone's lawn. Birds were chirping and flying around, pausing to rest on a nearby tree branch or a blossoming rosebush. The scene was idyllic, but Draco didn't spend a lot of time admiring the scenery. What drew his gaze was a beautiful red car parked in front, and what captured his gaze was a dark-haired man who was bent over the hood, dutifully washing it.

Draco stepped closer, his heart pounding madly at the sight before him. The man looked like he had wrestled with water and lost. He was utterly wet and in places soapy. His hair was messy and dripping; his thin, short tee was stuck to his chest, revealing every hard line of the muscled back beneath. His arse and thighs were bare; sweat, water and soap ran down the taut skin, all the way to the man's booted legs. The man straighten a little, letting Draco see his cock, hard and wet, lightly pressing onto the polished surface of the car.

Draco swallowed heavily as the man gave him a cheeky smile.

"Your car is washed, sir."

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but his throat was dry. He had to cough a little before he could speak. "I'm inordinately pleased by that," he assured him.

"I aim to please," the man responded modestly, except that there was nothing modest about him.

Draco stared at the drop of water that trickled down the man's hip, over his thigh and leg. It travelled slowly to the man's boot and Draco was unable to say a word before the drop reached its destination and disappeared.

"Er," Draco began, refocusing his gaze to the man's cock. "I was unaware that one has to be naked while washing a car."

"I'm not naked."

"You're not dressed."

"The heat was unbearable," the man claimed and Draco looked up at the sun that was high in the sky, pretending it was noon. "I was hot."

"Was? There's no need for past tense," Draco said mindlessly. He forced his legs to move and his knees not to buckle as he approached the man from behind and stood close enough to touch the rounded buttocks before him. The man stayed put, bending down over the car with his legs slightly apart and his palms pressed to the hood.

"Normally," Draco said and reached to trace his finger over the scrumptious looking skin of the man's arse, "when a bloke is hot, he takes off his shirt. Not his pants."

"Really?" The man looked over his shoulder at Draco. "I didn't know that. My mistake. Should I fix it?"

"Oh no," Draco said quickly, trailing his finger along the crease of the man's arse. He could sense the tiny shivers that raked through the body beneath his fingers. The man's breathing sped up. "I think you're onto something here," Draco babbled. "Those other blokes are mistaken. This should be a rule of some sort." Draco's finger slipped between the arse cheeks and found the furrowed flesh of the man's arsehole. It was easy to breach; his finger slipped inside effortlessly.

The man lowered himself on his elbows and curved his spine, sticking his arse out and pulling Draco's finger deeper inside.

"I suppose this means you're expecting payment for your car washing services?" Draco licked his lips as he moved his finger in and out, imagining the scene he might have missed. Earlier, the man had been on the car, lying on the hood. His legs were spread; the boots high in the air as he braced himself with one hand and used the fingers of his other to prepare himself for Draco. It must have been quite a sight. Draco wondered if the man was already drenched like this when he had stuck his fingers up his arse. Judging by the raging hard on Draco had seen, the man had clearly enjoyed finger fucking himself.

Draco supposed that it was fortunate he had missed that view. If he had seen it, he would not last long enough to stick his cock where he wanted to.

"I hope you don't think the price is too high," the man said.

Draco looked up at the twinkling green eyes. The man's full lips were parted and as wet as the rest of him.

Draco groaned and quickly undid the zipper of his trousers, freeing his cock from its confines. He sighed, feeling slightly better.

"On the contrary," Draco said and fell down onto his knees, letting them hit the muddy ground. "I think you're rather cheap."

The man spluttered, scandalized. Draco grabbed his hips as the man wriggled and tried to move away. Knowing that he couldn't hold him in place, not as wet and slippery as he was, Draco pushed two fingers into the slick hole that was now directly in front of his face and at the same time pressed his mouth and teeth to one firm arse cheek.

Complete stillness and a low moan were Draco's reward.

"This is a wonderful distraction. I'm glad I wasn't lying about that," Draco said and trailed his tongue over the wet skin, warmed by the sun and slicked by sweat and soap. The man didn't respond, just moaned and rocked his hips, clenching around Draco's fingers. Draco carefully pressed deeper inside, rubbing his fingers against the man's prostate. There was a thud as the man's forehead hit the hood, followed by a string of curses and encouraging words.

Draco trailed his hand over the inside of the man's thighs, occasionally reaching further up to caress the man's balls. His mouth and tongue were busy as well. It seemed essential to lick off every drop of water from the warm skin before him and Draco dedicated himself to his task with vigour.

"You know, I've prepared myself for a reason," the man groaned after awhile.

Draco hummed contently against the man's thigh, but his cock twitched at the thought of pushing it into the arse he was currently showering with kisses. With a final kiss to the delightfully tasting skin, Draco stood up and carefully pulled his fingers away. He quickly grabbed his cock and pressed its head to the crease of the man's arse, dragging the slick tip over it teasingly and slipping it between the cheeks.

"This reason?" he asked, grinning.

"Oh, you're a prodigy," the man grumbled, wriggling his arse and pushing back, trying to press himself as close as possible to Draco's cock.

Draco decided against a witty response and instead he spread the man's arse cheeks apart and pressed his cock to the furrowed skin of the man's hole that was so enticingly presented to him. He pushed inside slowly, not taking his gaze away from the sight of the tight flesh stretching to accept the intrusion.

"Mmm," the man groaned. He sank lower and pressed his chest against the car's surface.

"I agree," Draco murmured, gripping the man's hips, which took a few tries since the man's skin was slippery. He ended up dragging his palms over the skin of the man's back, hips and arse, admiring the way his cock fit between those cheeks.

"Pull out, then push back in. Then repeat," the man instructed tersely.

"Thank you. I would never have guessed." Draco shook his head. "For a car washing hired helped, you're awfully demanding."

"I'm just awfully hard and you're sure taking your sweet ti— oh!" the man gasped as Draco did as instructed.

"Better?" Draco gritted out and then closed his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed. He had no idea if the man replied or not, because he lost himself in the steady rhythm of his rocking hips.

The car made odd noises and shook in time with Draco's thrusts, but he hardly cared. All he could concentrate on was his pleasure and the man's low, breathless moans. Draco's hands kept slipping away and he lost his grip on the man's hips several times. Every time that happened Draco gripped the slippery hips harder and pushed his hips forward faster. His cock even slipped out occasionally; but each time he thrust back inside, the man moaned louder, sounding desperate, so Draco had no intention of complaining about it being too slick.

But everything was too slippery; the car, Draco's hands and the man's arse, and that made Draco pound inside the too-slick hole frantically as he sought for more friction, not caring about the splashing wet sounds his fast movements made.

Draco thought it would take forever, but it didn't take long at all. His pleasure built quickly and Draco shut his eyes tighter, pressed his palm to the man's back to brace himself as he moved his hips impossibly fast, and soon enough he was shuddering and groaning loudly as he came.

Still quivering, he opened his eyes and looked down. More wetness trickled over the man's thighs; Draco's own come slicked the already glistening skin. Draco stopped moving but the man continued, rocking backwards and steadily impaling himself onto Draco's slowly softening cock.

Ordering himself to remain standing, Draco pulled away, much to the man's displeasure, and bent down to wrap his arm around the man's waist. He pulled him upwards and pressed the man's back to his chest, letting the dark head fall onto Draco's shoulder. He could feel the heat of the man's skin through their clothes; it was oddly exhilarating to feel it. Dark green eyes looked up at him just as Draco looked down at the familiar, flushed face.

"You're the one who needs servicing now, I imagine," Draco said and wrapped his hand around the man's hard cock.

"Like I said — prodigy," the man said hoarsely and shuddered as Draco tugged on his cock harshly. It took barely a few strokes before the man was panting into Draco's ear. He reached back and clutched Draco's thigh as he moaned loudly and came in long spurts all over the previously clean car.

"The car is dirty again," Draco said and tsked, smearing come over the man's still twitching cock. "You'll have to wash it again."

The man grimaced and leaned forward, pressing his palms to the hood, and Draco blinked in surprise, for a moment thinking that the man truly did plan to wash the car again. However, there was a popping sound and the car transformed into a large squishy bed. The man let himself fall onto it with a groan.

The edge of the bed hit Draco's legs and he fell forward onto the silk sheets as well, miraculously not falling down onto his lover. Draco rectified that immediately by wrapping one arm and one leg around the delicious body next to him.

"Oh, I love it when one of us has the weekend off," his lover murmured. "It's easier for us to meet here."

"Mm-hmm," Draco confirmed lazily. After several long moments, he finally found his voice and asked, "So. Car washing? Really? Where did that come from?"

"Well, you looked really tired earlier," Harry said, smiling. "I thought you were in need of a wet, naked man to cheer you up."

Draco propped his head on his elbow and stared at Harry's blissfully sated expression. "Some shower sex would have done it," Draco pointed out.

"We needed a bend-over-friendly surface."

Grinning, Draco trailed his fingers over Harry's wet shirt and then snuck his hand beneath it to caress the skin of Harry's stomach. Harry made a soft — and amusing — purring sound as Draco said, "I'm always in need of a wet, naked man."

"Always is not exactly an option for us at the moment. We'll have to do with occasionally."

Draco pouted a little and then stopped, remembering something. "You sent a house-elf to my flat to bring me dinner," he said, and then decided that this demanded a reward. He leaned closer and pressed his lips to Harry's, treating him to a soft, lingering kiss.

"Mmm," Harry hummed as he licked Draco's bottom lip, letting him catch his breath.

"Isn't that dangerous, though?" Draco asked after he pulled away. "Now there's a house-elf here in Hogwarts who knows we've been using Vanishing Cabinets to access the Room of Requirement. That can't be good."

Harry waved his hand dismissively. "The house-elves love me."

"So does McGonagall. But she'd love you a lot less if she knew of your very inappropriate love affair with the resident Potion Master." Draco grinned. "The resident irreplaceable Potion Master. And she wouldn't love you at all if she knew we were using this room to make your dirty little fantasies come true."

"My dirty fantasies?" Harry spluttered. "That's what I get for being inventive."

"I was pure of thought before you came along. You've shamelessly seduced me. And if McGonagall finds out about us, I'll tell her as much."

Harry laughed and shook his head. He reached out to trace a finger along Draco's jaw and said soothingly, "She won't find out. She has no reason to suspect us. The staff thinks we're a pair of immature prats that will never learn to tolerate one another."

"Should I find that comforting?"

"Yes. They're accustomed to it by now. I'm sure they'd rather have us hex each other than fuck each other."

Draco sighed. "That's messed up."

Harry pressed a kiss to the corner of Draco's lips and smiled. "Well, if someone ever finds out, we can always quit our jobs and run away to live a life of crime."

"Hmm, that's oddly tempting, but I'm afraid I like it here too much. I have everything I need." Draco frowned and looked around. "And a lot of things I don't need. Like annoyingly chirping birds. And mud. On my knees."

"That's called authenticity," Harry insisted, but the birds stopped singing at once and the mud disappeared together with Draco's clothes.

"I'm not too crazy about this breeze either," Draco grumbled and pulled a sheet over their naked bodies. "And you could be a little less wet."

Draco grinned as Harry dried his body with a spell and wished the breeze away.

"Any other demands?" Harry asked, sounding amused.

Draco settled back next to Harry and yawned. "Yes. Turn off the sun."

The Room accommodated Draco's wishes immediately and the sun was promptly replaced by a pale moon and twinkling stars.

Pleased, Draco turned around and pressed his back to Harry's chest and Harry promptly wrapped his arms around him.

Draco could feel Harry smile into his hair as he said, "You're right. I never want to leave this place. We have godlike powers in this room." Harry chuckled. "Seems I've been corrupted by power after all."

"I knew that would happen one day," Draco murmured and yawned again sleepily.

However, after several moments he was forced to open his eyes in annoyance. After listening carefully for a second, he whined, "Harry. Turn off the bloody crickets."

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Fin

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