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The library of Hogwarts smelled of old parchment and dust. Dust-bunnies lined the shelves and pages. Harry plucked a book off of the shelves, blowing the dust off in a gigantic cloud. “This one should do it, Malfoy.” Harry said as he held up the book A Guide to Potion-Making and Serums.
“Blimey, Potter, you’re terrible at choosing books.” Draco grumbled under his breath as he pushed past Harry to get to the shelf. His slender fingers flicked through the books before finally pulling one out. “This one. Merlin’s Potions.” He declared as he held it in front of him like some grand prize.
”What’s the difference? They’re both about bloody potion making!” Harry proclaimed as he snatched the book from the platinum-blonde boy in front of him. He tossed both books onto the table, shoving them open. He flipped the pages over and over. “They cover the exact same potions! One just has Merlin’s name slapped onto it! It’s pure plagiarism.”
”The difference, Potter, is that I chose it. We all know I’m top of the class, do we not?” Draco gloated, his own ego growing bigger by the second. He slid the book over to himself. “It covers the Polyjuice Potion. I bet you one galleon that yours—’
Harry immediately flipped the book over to a recipe on the Polyjuice potion, including a brief summary of the history. Draco rolled his eyes with a scoff, Harry glaring at him over the rim of his glasses. He sighed and closed the book. “We’ve got the bloody books, now let’s go study or Professor Snape will have our heads on a platter.” He grunted as he gripped Draco’s forearm and dragged him over to a secluded table in the library.
Harry sat down and placed the book down on the table. Draco sat on his left, leaning over slightly to peek at the book. The attempt to study began.
”What are the ingredients to Polyjuice?” Draco asked as he held up a muggle flash card with two fingers.
“Lacewing flies, leeches, powdered bicorn horn, knotgrass, fluxweed, and shredded boomslang skin.” Harry answered, tone heavy with boredom.
“Good.” Draco snarked as he flipped to the next card. “When does fluxweed need to be picked?”
“On a full moon.” Harry sighed.
They sat in silence for a brief moment, green eyes staring at grey. The noise of the library (not that there was much to begin with) slowly faded into the distance as tension increased between the two. Harry tore his gaze away from Draco and returned to his notes. Draco did the same.
The ink on Harry’s parchment was a blur. He wasn’t looking at the text, rather focusing on the rhythmic scratch of Draco’s quill against the tabletop. Scratch… Scraatch… Scratch…
“Bloody hell, you’re doing that on purpose.” Harry muttered under his breath, barely a breath above the noise of the library. Draco didn’t spare him a glance.
”Some of us actually want to pass the O.W.L.’s.” Draco quietly snarked.
Harry dragged his chair forward. The wooden legs scraped against the floor with a loud, irritating sound forbidden within the confines of the library.
“Shut it, Potter.” Draco hissed as he leaned over in the tight space. Harry leaned in too, their noses near inches away.
“Make me.” He whispered
Draco surged forward, their lip smashing and noses smooshing together in a fit of heated irritation for one another. Harry’s hand flew up, grabbing the back of Draco’s hair. Draco’s hands moved as well, gripping Harry’s waist tightly like he’d slip out. He pushed his tongue into Harry’s mouth, tongues meeting in a rough dance of exploration. Harry pulled back, and slid down and out of his chair and crawled onto his knees under the table. He positioned himself between Draco’s legs, holding them apart with his legs.
Draco didn’t hesitate to reach down and unzip his trousers. Harry yanked them down along with Draco’s boxers. The platinum blond hair hissed as the cold and dusty air of the library met his burning hot cock. Harry stare at it, green eyes taking in every vein that pulsed with arousal. He slipped his hand up, grabbing the base of it. Draco inhaled sharply at the sudden contact.
He slowly pumped Draco’s cock, watching the foreskin roll back and forth with each stroke. He sat up a little straighter, pressing his lips against the head and lightly kissed it. Draco watched with a steady gaze, Harry staring up at him through dark lashes. He then slipped his cock into his mouth, sucking lightly. Draco let out a stifled groaned, eyes scanning the library for anyone approaching.
Harry slowly took more and more into his mouth, his breathing a steady rhythm as the thick length slid in and out of his throat. He pushed forward gagging as his nose nestled into the nest of blonde pubic hairs. He pulled off with a loud gasp. He heard the sniffle of Madame Pince at the front desk, and held his breath.
“Quiet, over there.” She croaked from the front desk, turning a page in her book.
Harry exhaled slightly, continuing to pump Draco’s cock. He took less length, lips wrapping around the girthy cock. He moaned around his pulsing member, slobbering on it. Draco groaned as he gripped Harry’s messy head of hair, pale fingers digging into his scalp. He lifted Harry’s head up before slamming him back down on his dick. Harry grunted, spitting out a mixture of saliva and precum onto Draco’s heavy balls. “Bloody hell…” He murmured as he stroked the now wet cock. He spat on it again, smearing spit all over the head.
“Up. On the table.” Draco commanded as he gripped Harry’s arm and gave a sharp tug. Harry stood up without hesitation. He swiftly undid his own trousers, letting them fall onto the floor. He leaned back and rested his arse on the table before Draco lifted him up and set him higher up. The platinum-blonde boy forced Harry’s legs opened, stepping between them. He spat onto two of his fingers before lowering his hand. He smeared his saliva around Harry’s puckered hole, before slipping a finger into the lubed up entrance. Harry inhaled hard as he felt Draco’s fingers scissoring his hole. He shifted, lying back onto his elbows. He let his eyes shut behind his glasses, focusing on unclenching and loosening.
Draco pulled his fingers out of Harry’s asshole, fingers dripping. He pushed up his legs, giving himself a clear view of the winking hole. Draco groaned at the sight, his huge cock twitching. He grabbed himself and lined up the tip to the ring of muscle. Harry gulped slightly, glancing between Draco and the impending penetration.
”Scared, Potter?” Draco mocked. Harry immediately scowled, and silently shook his head no.
With that, Draco pushed his hips forward and sank deep into Harry. The latter covered his mouth, fighting back moans that threatened to escape. Draco grunted at the tightness around his thick length, and looked down at where they were connected. He began to move, pushing his hips back and forth. He slid in and out of Harry with lewd squelches only heard in the secluded corner of the Hogwarts library. He fell forward, pinning Harry down and bracing himself on his elbows as he picked up the pace. His cock slammed in and out of Harry at a brutally quick pace. It felt like getting hit in the stomach by a Bludger. His hips moved like a piston. His force was so incredibly strong, that a small bulge could be seen right on Harry’s abdomen.
Harry continued his silent battles against his moans. The books were discarded around the table, his trousers laid abandoned on the ground, and his cock sat neglected between the two. He panted, mewling before rolling is own hips up in sync with Draco’s thrusts. He glared up at Draco, smirking smugly. “Is that all you got, Malfoy?” He snarked.
Draco grunted deep into his throat as the mere insult of his efforts. He drew nearly all the way out, before violently slamming back into him. Harry let out a long moan, casting a silencing charm at the right moment. He could physically feel his insides getting rearranged by the arrogant prick. He reached up with one hand and gripped his shoulder, the other running down his body to touch his own neglected length. He stroked himself in timing with each pound.
“Touching yourself like a whore, Potter?” He chided, watching Harry attempt to pleasure himself while he was still buried balls deep inside of him. He pounded harder and harder, breathing growing heavier by the second.
Harry moaned as he neared, not lasting nearly as long as Draco. He pumped himself faster. Faster. Faster. He felt Draco’s cock twitch inside him. His balls drew upwards. They neared their peak together. “Cum with me, Potter” Draco ordered. He slammed his hips in one final time, and white hot cum spilled into Harry’s ass. The latter came as well, the white substance coating his hand and his stomach. Draco held there for a moment, letting all of him spill inside of Harry. The brunette man panted, cum-covered chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Draco came down from his peak and pulled out of Harry. Cum spilled out, oozing down his rounded ass cheek and dripping onto the hardwood floor. “I hope this study session helps you on the O.W.L.s.” Draco scoffed as he pumped himself, blowing a smaller load onto Harry.
“S-Screw you, Malfoy.”
“I already did.”