[Author's Note] Oh this is a large pile of awkward. I am so very sorry to all you lovely readers who have been waiting VERY patiently for my next installment. Well lucky for all of you, I have had a bout of inspiration. Maybe I can satisfy some of your cravings. Maybe...

[Disclaimer] Not my characters, I just like to use them for my sick amusement.

Only in passing had he heard of the vague statement 'Walk of Shame', now he could fully understand what it meant. Harry took small steps towards the lobby door, his body aching all over from the pounding he had just received. The cute witch at the counter raised a brow towards his diminished appearance. She could only speculate at the turn of events that happened in that room. Head down, eyes staring hard at the floor he left the inn, hoping he never had to return to that place. The embarrassment was too much to handle. He couldn't believe he even allowed all of that to happen. Fuck, he was a lot stronger than Malfoy, he could've fought back. Why didn't he fight back? Why the fuck didn't he even try?

That thought continued to plague the man throughout the day. He couldn't figure out why he didn't try to fight back harder. Maybe some deep, insane part of him actually enjoyed not having to make any choices. He liked the fact that Draco took control and made all the decisions for him. It was simple and easy to obey. No cryptic messages to try and decipher, no puzzle to work out. It was plain and simple. Follow the rules and no one got hurt. You get in the maximum amount of pleasure and minimum of bullshit. It was enough for anyone to fall for.

The assault of questions he received from his friends was outrageous. He dodged every question with the skill of professional liar. He met a girl from town, they spent the day together and ended up losing track of time. Oh, why was he sore? He fell down a snow bank as they were exploring the outskirts of Hogsmeade. They were all very valid answers but Hermione still continued to give him the stink eye as if she didn't believe a damn word that came out of his mouth. She let it go though, knowing he was up to something. She only hoped that it wasn't dangerous. Harry had experienced enough danger for a lifetime and he didn't need any more stupid choices affecting the rest of his life and future.

The rest of the day was a blur. The Chosen One spent most of it hiding out in the library back at school, burying himself into a corner and just reflecting on life. He felt like damaged goods and he was unsure of how to change that feeling. He wondered if anyone else ever had this problem. If they had found themselves in a lurid situation. A slight pain was beginning to form between his eyes the more he thought about the whole affair. He just needed to relax and go for the flow. He didn't know what Draco was playing out, but he was willing to find out.

The food rolling around in his mouth tasted bland. Everything tasted bland here. Why the fuck did he think that food was what he needed? He should have just fucked Potter himself, but he was savouring the torturing chase. Another bite, another grimace. "You alright, Draco? You look unhappy." It was just a generalized statement but it sent a flood of rage through his body. Only years of self controlled allowed him to squash it rather quickly. "Blaise, please shut the fuck up. I'm just over this bullshit. This food tastes like horse shit and I am just ready to go back to my room. Got it?" each word was said through gritted teeth, holding back the copious amount of obscenities he wanted to spew at his fellow school mate.

Pushing himself from the table, he threw some galleons down and turned without another word and left, leaving Blaise to eat alone. The Italian male look perplexed as he watched the man leave his company. God that man was such a pent up ball of rage. He needed to fix that before he exploded all over the place into little pieces.

Snow had begun to fall lightly as he trudged through the already deep snow on the ground. Eyes set hard on the ground as he continued to walk back to the school. The quiet surroundings helped calm the boiling rage inside of him. Sometimes that was all he needed. Just a little bit of quiet to himself. All his life he had been taking orders, listening to yelling, taking in fear. Now he was paying the price. His childhood had done quite the number on his mental state. Lately it seemed that every little thing set him off. Potter was an outlet to use to channel all that anger and malice. He was such a willing little toy. That's all Harry Potter had ever been to anyone, a little toy, a pawn to play in a game. How people like Harry made it out alive just perplexed him.

Dusting off his clothing, he made his way into the school. The warmth and comfort of the school welcoming him home was a bit of a relief. The fair haired man was unsure if he was ready to go back to his dormitory. Maybe he should slip into the library for some reading and quiet time. He really wasn't up to dealing with some annoying underclassmen in the common room. He was sure the place would be swarmed with them. Yea, the library was a great choice.

The Dragon was able to slip into the library without being spotted by anyone. He really was trying to avoid any and all people if he could. The books didn't mind if he just sat and relaxed without being disturbed. It really was a good place to escape too. In fact, he thought he might even read a book. He was feeling like he needed something new to do. Fucking up peoples lives could be hard work and took a lot out of him. He needed else to stimulate his mind. Or maybe he just needed to fuck Potter. That was probably the stimulation he really needed.

The brunette had his own ideas of stimulation. Eyes had closed tightly and his hand began to roam on it's own accord. Fingers crawled down his chest to between his legs, cupping his own bulge beneath tight denim material. His own touch had him gasping out loud. Merlin, he hoped no one was in here. Unsatisfied is what he was and he needed to fix that problem. Clumsy digits fumbled with his buttons and zipper, pushing them down just enough to free the hard on that had been begging to be release from it's cage. A sigh of relief poured from his lips as fingers wrapped around his hard cock. Only his thoughts could carry him through this one. He pictured Draco's hand on his cock, pictured the silver haired male stroking his member up and down, aiming to please him. The self ministrations illicited soft moans of pleasure from parted lips. The feeling was overwhelmingly wonderful and he couldn't believe he was doing this here.

Look like he wasn't the only one searching the solace of the library. For different reasons, obviously. Draco was leaning against a bookcase, out of sight but in perfect viewing of the sight before him. There was his enemy stroking that beautiful cock and whispering his name. So he had achieved at least one goal. He was in the golden boy's head. He was buried deep in the lion's mind. That was satisfying to say the least. He couldn't help to admit that this scene was amazing. It was always amazing to catch someone masturbating to the thought of you. It was oh so flattering. Part of him wanted to intervene, but he decided to just watch instead. The cum shot was sure to be worth it the way Harry was working his dick.

Drops of sweat began to bead on his forehead as his paced quickened. The thoughts turned from a hand on his cock to Draco sucking him off. That man had the most perfect lips, how good would they feel enveloping his cock, inch by inch? Dare to dream. He knew Malfoy would never stoop so low as to suck his cock. He only let people suck him, not him doing the sucking. No matter, this was his fantasy. In his fantasy, Draco was on his knees with his cock in his mouth. That image sent him over the edge unexpectedly, pulling a choked groan from his lips as he let his seed spill all over his shirt. The waves of pleasure shook his body as he slumped down in the comfy bean bag chair on the floor, enjoying the after effects. It was soothing, relaxing. A quick Scourgify cleaned up the evidence as he curled up in the chair, completely sated for the moment and fell asleep.

The show had Malfoy's cock hard as a rock. He came here for relief and found nothing but frustration. With a low growl, he left the sleeping man to return to his dormitory. He had his own problem to take care of, thanks to Potter.