A Shag in the Shack

Harry sat near a window in the disturbingly grotesque pink of Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop. It usually made him uneasy to be there since it reminded him of Umbridge and all. But today he was more focused on what was taking place a couple tables away from him. There among all the lace and the pink haze were Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger on what could only be referred to as a date.

And what Harry was doing could only be referred to as spying.

Earlier Harry had overheard Ron asking Hermione to go out and her amenable reply and Harry was determined to see where their "date" went. He rushed to find Ron's younger sister Ginny, a close friend, to ask for her assistance in his prying efforts.

Harry had always been a little self-conscious about his size, particularly how small and feminine he was, but today he was thankful for it. He confided in Ginny what was going to transpire between her brother and Hermione and asked for her to lend him something. Particularly her robes.

While taking a sip of his tea Harry shifted in his chair to try and better hear his mates. Sadly the shop was quite busy due to the nice April weather, and there were many patrons all talking at once. Harry couldn't hear a thing… He sighed and continued to drink his tea, this time gazing out the window.

He considered just throwing his cloak back on and heading back home, but he at least wanted to get his money's worth of the tea. The waitress approached him and asked if he needed any more tea or some biscuits. He shook his head, making sure to keep his freshly straightened hair in his face.

He wished he could have just let his hair alone, but he knew that without something besides a skirt and stockings Ron and Hermione would recognize him in a heartbeat. It fell down to his shoulders when Ginny has straightened it for him. She had also offered to give him some make-up, but letting her near his eyes was a stretch even for this occasion. Harry did take some lip-gloss from her though, he hated to admit that it smelled nice so he re-applied it often and he licked it off occasionally. Ginny suggested taking off his glasses, so with help from one of Hermione's spell books they cast a charm to help him see without them.

He pulled his hair so it covered half of his face, watching as young witches and wizards passed by. Bustling about and enjoying their time out of class. Harry noticed a shock of blond hair that rose above the others, and he made eye contact with his nemesis.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco was bored. He was always bored. His "friends" weren't smart enough to be of any conversation and practicing various charms on the first years that irked him was getting old. He was on his way to Spintwitches to look at the sports gear. Of course Draco already had the newest quidditch equipment courtesy of his father, but just getting out of Hogwarts was enough to cure his boredom for a spell.

He was walking slower than usual today, taking his time. Draco was always one to strut as he walked, but at the moment he just seemed to be meandering. He stopped to gaze into the window of Madame Puddifoot's, hoping to see someone he knew worth making fun of at a later date. Something to blackmail someone with at some point for his amusement.

However, he got distracted. There was a girl, sitting at the table right next to the window. She reminded him of someone he knew… that dark hair, the slight frame... he wondered if it was worth it to go in and confront her about it.

Well Draco was not afraid of small talk, so he went into the shop and placed himself right across from her. She tensed up, that he could see, but that just made it all the more fun for him.

He smirked, "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, I was thinking we have met somewhere before. You are…?"

Harry swallowed hard. He thought if he were going to be caught by anyone it would be someone he was close with, not Malfoy! Gripping his teacup tight he replied, "I don't think we've met before."

"Damn," Draco replied, "I'm sure I recognize you…"

Harry crossed his ankles under the table, trying to keep from shaking, "Nope, I really don't think so."

"Well, anyway," Draco sighed, deciding that making this Gryffindor uncomfortable would be more fun than whatever was at Spintwitches, "Why are you here all by yourself?"

Harry was baffled. He was sure this was Malfoy, but being sociable didn't seem like one of his qualities. And despite his unmistakable masculinity, Harry had never seen Malfoy talking to a girl. Harry could feel the looks from the other patrons of the shop. He cleared his throat, "No reason, I just like the tea here."

"Is that so?" Draco questioned, "If that's true how about I get you another cup?"

Harry shook his head, "That's really alright, I was just about to go…"

Draco stood, "Well if that's the case how about I see you off. It would be a pleasure to speak with you more, I really think I know you from somewhere."

Harry didn't have time to reply before Draco was leading him by the wrist out of Madame Puddifoot's. This was by far the worst possible outcome of the situation. Even though they were out of the shop, Draco still hadn't released Harry's arm. Harry tried to squirm away but Draco was quite strong.

"So, are you going to tell me your name?" Draco asked. Harry fumbled for words, "Um, uh, it's Lily."

Stupid. Harry thought to himself. His own mother's name, how original. Malfoy didn't seem phased though, which was in his favor. Malfoy was leading him farther away from the town and closer to the lake and the shrieking shack. Harry wasn't sure what he had planned, but he doubted it was good.

"So Lily," Draco started, "Have you been to the shrieking shack yet?"

Harry decided whether to tell him the truth or not, "Um yeah, once."

"Shame," Draco sighed, "I would have liked to show you your first time."

Harry looked up at Malfoy, curious as to what his usually sly face looked like now. To his dismay Draco was looking back at him. Their eyes met briefly before Harry looked back at his feet, his pale face tinted pink.

Malfoy's grey eyes were drilling into him. They only word Harry could think to describe it as… lustful.

Draco had to muffle a laugh into his hand. This new toy, this girl, was more fun that he had anticipated. She was so shy, so docile. She would make a lovely plaything. Draco was amused by the way she looked away when they has locked eyes, she was so flustered even her ears were red.

He tightened his grip on Lily's wrist and made his way closer to the shack, "Well, it's still just as interesting the second time if you would like to accompany me."

Harry could only stutter as Malfoy dragged him along.

Draco pushed open the door to the shrieking shack and led Harry inside. Since the shack seemed to be one of his favorite places, it was not surprising that a room toward the back on the building was decked out in cushions and pillows of various shades of green and black. Draco walked in as if he owned the place (which was honestly a possibility).

"Make yourself at home," Malfoy said, closing the door to the room behind them. Harry could tell that he wouldn't be getting away from Malfoy that easily, so he made the most of it and placed himself in the corner, covering himself in a blanket and slouching against the pillows. Draco slumped next to him.

"Lily," He murmured, "I swear we've met before, I've seen your eyes…"

Harry looked away. This was bad… if Draco recognized him he was sure to tell the whole school that he was a cross-dresser. It wouldn't be a complete lie, but Harry didn't need another rumor about him floating around.

Draco watched as Harry struggled to come up with an excuse for why he would look familiar. He grinned to himself as Harry struggled. Malfoy drew circles on the back of Harry's neck, watching it send shivers down the smaller boy's spine. Harry's breath hitched in his throat.

Little did Harry know that from the second Draco met eyes with him outside Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop he knew that he was speaking with the boy who lived.

But that didn't stop Draco from having a little fun at his expense.

Malfoy grasped Harry's chin between his fingers and turned the dark-haired boy's face toward his. Draco was caught off guard by how nervous Harry looked. The Gryffindor seemed almost on the verge of tears. Despite Draco's cool nature, it was a little unnerving to see Harry all flustered like this. Generally Harry was always making some witty comeback or another at him. Never once has Malfoy seen him so docile.

Harry's head was spinning. He couldn't look away from his captor's piercing gaze. It was like he was looking into his soul. And all the more disconcerting was Harry could feel the charm to straighten his hair wearing off, which meant his vision would be going next. This was very bad, if Malfoy hadn't figured out his secret yet, he would soon.

Harry bit his lip. The cherry flavor was not nearly as distracting as he'd hoped it would be. Malfoy was too close, and way too touchy. Harry didn't have much experience with people when it came to this sort of thing. The sort of thing people come to the shrieking shack to do. And he was beyond flustered.

Malfoy was supposed to be his enemy. But if that was the case…

Why was Harry so inexplicably turned on?

Harry couldn't take it anymore and he snapped, "Let go of me Malfoy, you're making me uncomfortable. I'm not even a girl you bloody idiot!"

Draco leered at the boy in his grasp, "So you finally admit to it, huh Potter?"

Harry stiffened, "Y-Yeah… so can we cut whatever this is out now?"

Malfoy chuckled, "You've piqued my interest actually, so no. I'd rather not."

Before Harry had time to protest Draco was pinning him into the cushions, pressing their lips together. Harry gasped, which was a mistake, leaving him open for Draco to slide his tongue in-between the Gryffindor's lips. Draco noted that Harry's lips tasted of cherries.

Harry shivered. He had been kissed and kissed people before. But nothing like this. Not to mention he generally didn't do this with guys. It felt surprisingly nice though. The Slytherin obviously knew what he was doing. Draco's hands wandered to Harry's hips, sliding under and up the smaller boy's shirt. Harry found himself accepting Draco's advances and wrapping his arms around the blond's neck. Malfoy worked open the buttons on Harry's undershirt and fluidly lifted the garment above Harry's head.

Harry's hands started working on Draco's own shirt and the Slytherin let him disrobe him. When Draco was free of his shirt he pushed Harry back down again, kissing, biting, and licking across the brunet's collar bone. Then up his neck, along his jawline, and back to his lips.

This was the most fun Draco had had in years. No boy or girl he had fucked around with had such a… pure reaction. Harry squirmed underneath him in the best of ways. Draco pressed his form against the Gryffindor. There was a hitch in Potter's breath as Draco ground against the erection visible through Harry's skirt. Draco bit Harry's lower lip, savoring the flavor of that ridiculous lip gloss that was now smeared across both of their mouths. The spells Harry had put on his hair were gone, and it was back to its natural curliness. Malfoy ran his hands through it, pulling Harry deeper into the kiss.

When their kiss broke for a moment Harry let out a choked groan, "Dra-Draco…"

It was the first time Draco had ever heard Harry use his first name. He didn't want to admit that his heart skipped a beat the way he stuttered it between hasty breaths. He lightly tugged on the smaller male's earlobe with his teeth before whispering into his ear, "What is it… Harry?"

"P-Please…" Harry moaned. Draco left a trail of bites down the brunet's neck, "Please what?"

Draco pressed himself against his plaything again before Harry nearly yelled at him, "Take me, dammit!"

"That's all you had to say," Malfoy muttered before beginning to unbutton Harry's skirt.

When both of them were fully disrobed Harry decided that it was his turn to take some control over whatever it was that was happening between them. When the blond male finally got his trousers off Harry was quick to start lapping at Draco's hard, dripping cock.

Although Harry had very little experience with this sort of thing, he knew what he liked and tried his best, taking cues from how Draco's breath would catch, the slight mutterings of curses under his breath, and the choked moans.

While Harry bobbed his head up and down on Draco's dick, swirling his tongue skillfully, and then taking his full length in his mouth before taking a deep breath and doing it all again, Draco watched. The brunet was so frail, and his skin was as white as parchment. But his hair was so dark, and those eyes. When Harry's eyes connected with Malfoy's it gave Draco shivers.

"That's enough," Draco breathed before commanding, "Turn around."

Harry obliged with a nod as he turned to present his ass to Malfoy. His hands and knees rooted in the blankets, his arse up. He'd heard enough about Seamus and Dean's sexual escapades to know what came next. Draco fetched his wand out of his pocket and proceeded to make an incantation for some sort of lubricating and loosening spell.

How convenient.

Harry swallowed hard as he felt Draco aligning his decently sized erection with his arse. One of the Slytherin's strong hands on Harry's waist to steady him. Before Harry could voice his concerns about pain, Draco was slowly easing into him.

Harry gasped. Is was the opposite of what he expected. It actually felt… amazing. As Draco fully sheathed himself inside his partner Harry let out a lustful, wordless groan. Before moving the blond dragged his nails down Potter's spine. The poor boy shivered in anticipation and ecstasy.

Draco pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back into Harry. The brunet yelled out in pleasure, but Draco did not pause to let him recover. Harry grabbed hold of a plush emerald cushion and bit down into it to muffle his cries as the man he thought to be his nemesis rammed repeatedly into his prostate bringing him closer and closer to climax.

He was about to burst when Draco pulled all the way out and flipped Harry onto his back. Malfoy proceeded to kiss the Gryffindor vigorously as he once again buried himself in the brunet's ass. Harry muffled his cries into Draco's shoulder as he wound his fingers in Malfoy's blond hair.

"Mmm, Harry I'm going to cum," Draco groaned. Between labored breaths Harry sputtered, "M-me t-t-too!"

As the last syllable left Harry's lips he sprayed hot cum upon his and Draco's stomachs. As he came all the muscles in his body tightened and with two more thrusts Draco also reached his climax. Malfoy collapsed on top of Harry, and they remained still briefly, just breathing, before the larger male pried himself off of the smaller. Draco cast a couple cleansing charms on the both of them before turning to meet Harry's gaze.

Harry went red in the face and turned away, obviously embarrassed about what had just transpired between the two of them. Draco reached out and drew his fingers through Harry's curly locks. Malfoy sighed solemnly.

"So, I get that we are supposed to be enemies and all," Draco started, "But want to meet here, same time next week? You don't have to wear the skirt though…"

Harry turned back toward Draco, "Hell yes."