Let Go

*Author's Note: Hey guys! This story is going to be one of my few multi-chapter fics; I've already got the entire plot planned and all of the chapters mapped out, so this story should be updated pretty quickly. It's going to be around 8 chapters long unless I decide to change something, and I'm really excited about writing it. I think it's gonna be a good one if I do say so myself. Anyways, I hope you guys like it! Please review with any feedback! :D*

"We're so going to fail this exercise…" groaned Harry in dismay as he moved around, trying in vain to get comfortable.

"Your elbow is digging into my side. Move it. Now," commanded Draco, shifting slightly in an attempt to get away from the pressure in his side, but he couldn't really move much given their current situation.

"And how do you expect me to do that? There isn't exactly anywhere else for me to move it to," snapped Harry. Falling into a hole in the ground with Draco landing painfully on top of him hadn't exactly put Harry in the best of moods. He couldn't really be too mad at Draco, though. After all, it kind of had been Harry's fault the pair had fallen into this trap in the middle of Auror training in the first place.

"Just find a way damn it," growled Draco. "Your elbow is fucking sharp."

"Ouch! Did you just hit me?"

"I was trying to move away from your bloody elbow."

"By hitting me?"

"Well obviously that part wasn't on purpose. Probably."

"Merlin's beard! Ok, that's it. I'm moving. I can't stand being squished between you and this horrible dirt wall for one more second."

"Potter, what do you bloody well think you're doing?" exclaimed Draco in horror as Harry swung his legs over onto Draco's lap.

"Sitting on you. It sounds much more comfortable than how we've been sitting and I have no idea how long it'll take them to get us out of this bloody hole," stated Harry as though sitting on Draco's lap was the most natural thing in the world to do.

"Potter, I swear to god, if you don't get off my lap right this second I'll-"

"You'll what? What can you possibly do to me down here, Malfoy? There isn't even enough space to wind up a decent punch."

"I'll bite you."

"You'll bite me?"

"Yes, Potter, I'll bite you."

"Then you're going to have to bite me because I'm not moving. You're surprisingly comfortable to sit on considering you always look so bony."

"You're in no position to call anyone bony, Potter. You look like a bloody tooth pick."

"Must be one muscular toothpick."

"Only in your imagination, Potter. Now move or I'll bite you."

"No."

"Fine."

"Ouch! You bit me!"

"I warned you."

"Fuck. I didn't think you would actually do it," whined Harry, rubbing his shoulder where Draco's teeth had sunk into his flesh.

"Well I did. Now move or I'll do it again," snarled Draco, pushing at Harry's shoulders in an attempt to hurry the other boy up. Harry just folded his arms stubbornly across his chest and allowed more of his weight to sink into the blonde's lap.

"Bollocks, Potter. When did you get so heavy?" complained Draco as he felt the initial tingles of numbness thrumming through his legs.

"About the same time you got so whiney," countered Harry. The pair sat in miraculous silence for a moment while Draco fumed. Then he decided to take his anger out on Harry's shoulder again.

"Ouch! Could you stop biting my fucking shoulder!" exclaimed Harry, reaching back to slap blindly in the general direction of Draco's head.

"I'll stop biting when you get off me."

"And move where exactly? There isn't exactly anywhere else to go down here." It was true. There really was no space down here. Clearly, whoever had dug this hole hoping to ensnare unfortunate Auror trainees had only expected one person to be stupid enough to fall in, not two. This meant that Harry and Draco had to press uncomfortably close in order to fit. Harry's body was practically molded to every curve of Draco's form, and truth be told, it was making the blonde rather nervous. Especially because the Chosen One's arse was digging tantalizingly into his groin. If he started -ehem- reacting to Harry's closeness now, there'd be no way the other boy wouldn't feel it.

"This is all your fault, Potter," glowered Draco, trying to think of anything besides how firm Harry's arse was and how every time Harry moved he was creating friction against Draco's groin. It suddenly seemed like a very good idea to keep his mind off things by listing the names of all of the past Ministers of Magic. In alphabetical order. Harry shifted on Draco's lap, trying to find a comfortable way to position his leg, digging his arse sharply into Draco's prick in the process. Maybe reciting it backwards would be a good idea. In Swahili.

"My legs are going numb, Potter."

"Join the club, Malfoy," snapped Harry. "Is it possible for you to stop complaining for just five minutes? Please?"

"You made me suffer by making me fall down a hole. Now I'm making you suffer by making you listen to me complain. Seems fair to me." Harry sighed, relaxing into Draco's chest. Draco felt his heart speed up. He hoped Harry couldn't feel it.

"I'm sorry I got you into this mess, Malfoy," he said quietly. Draco was stunned. Harry Potter was actually apologizing to him. That wasn't something that happened every day.

"It's ok," he relented a bit sheepishly. "Shit happens." The pair sat in silence for a moment, contemplating the fact that they had actually had a civil moment.

"I wonder when they're going to come let us out," remarked Harry. "My legs are starting to get sore from being cramped in here."

"Your legs, Potter? Mine have around 170 pounds of the Ministry's Golden Boy crushing them." Harry laughed.

"Hey, there are some people out there who would be honored to have Harry Potter sitting on them." Draco's teeth pressed gently against the pale skin on the crook of Harry's neck, not hard enough to hurt, just a warning. Goosebumps broke out on Harry's flesh as Draco's hot breath ghosted over his skin. Suddenly, he felt uncomfortably aware of the fact that he was practically spooning with Draco. He forced a chuckle.

"Hey now, I'm just commenting. No need to get nippy," he teased, but it was forced. The pair sat in tense silence for a moment, Draco's teeth still lightly resting against Harry's skin, his lips brushing Harry's neck almost as though in a kiss. Harry frowned, not sure what to say next. Luckily for Harry, he was relieved of the need to comment on Draco's behavior by a loud click as a panel along the hole's wall slid open, revealing the very amused face of Bartibus Menby, the man in charge of training the Auror recruits.

"Come on then," said Bartibus, not bothering to hide his smirk at the boys' predicament. "Climb on outta there. Needless to say you guys did not pass this particular activity. You'll be scored on as much of it as you managed to do before you fell into this 'ere hole, and 100 points will be taken away from the pair o' you for not completing the task." Draco and Harry both groaned. Auror training worked on a careful scoring system. Once a pair of trainees got enough points, they were allowed to move on to becoming actual Aurors instead of just trainees. Needless to say, Harry and Draco weren't doing too well on the point front. Neither of them was able to let go of their rivalry enough to really work together on the tasks, and teamwork was one of the things each team was scored on. At this rate, it would take ages before they became Aurors.

Bartibus stepped out of the doorway, leaving enough space for the boys to slip through, and a fight instantly broke out as each boy tried to shove the other back so that they could exit the hole first.

"Now, now boys," scolded Bartibus in a bored voice. "Stop squabbling and just get out o' the bloody hole. I don't wanna stand 'ere all day." Draco and Harry glared at each other one last time before Draco conceded that since Harry was sitting on top of him, the only practical way for them to exit the hole would be for Harry to get out first. Both boys spilled out of the hole and into the corridor beyond, each leaning down to massage blood back into their aching limbs.

"Alright boys, I'll be off now. I trust you guys can find your own way outta 'ere. See you bright an' early tomorrow morning," called Bartibus over his shoulder as he strode off down the corridor, giving the boys a brief wave before he rounded a corner and vanished from sight.

"That was all your fault, Potter," mumbled Draco once Bartibus had gone. Harry flushed.

"I wouldn't have fallen down that hole if you hadn't been distracting me with insults," grumbled Harry defensively.

"Potter, if you're so easily distracted that you can't even focus on the task at hand simply because I'm talking, then you're definitely going to die as an Auror," Draco said matter-of-factly. "I was just preparing you for the distractions of the outside world."

"Sure you were…" grumbled Harry, rolling his eyes. "Let's just get out of here and go home, ok? I have never wanted a shower more in my life." Auror trainee pairs were forced to share apartments provided for them by the ministry. Something about creating a team mentality and helping them to form a bond or some such twaddle, but either way this meant that Harry and Draco didn't just have to train together, they also had to live together. Draco nodded in response to Harry's comment, straightening up and starting off down the corridor.

"For once, I agree with you," he said, and almost grinned before remembering who it was he was talking to.

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Harry sighed as he ran a towel over his wet hair. It felt good to be clean again. He had been having a surprisingly difficult time washing the mud out of his hair until he had remembered that he was a wizard and had simply spelled his hair clean, feeling rather thick for not thinking of magic earlier.

Harry shook his hair out, deeming it dry enough, and wiped a stray droplet of water off his chest before throwing the towel into a hamper at the foot of his bed. He was exhausted after training today, but there was something he needed to take care of before going to bed. He glared down at his rather persistent erection, willing it to go away so that he could sleep, but it didn't so much as twitch in response. Harry sighed, admitting defeat, and sat on the edge of his bed, reaching down to grasp his throbbing cock in one hand.

Harry groaned, running his thumb in circles around the head before pressing against the slit, beads of pre-cum staining his fingers before he spread it out over the head to provide some lubricant. He really should just keep some lotion in here or something, but he couldn't stand the thought of Draco's smug grin if the other boy saw Harry carrying lotion into his room, so pre-cum and spit would have to suffice. Once Harry deemed himself lubed up enough, he began stroking his cock in earnest, pumping it firmly from base to tip as rapidly as he could manage. He wasn't awake enough to pull off the longer version of his wanking routine tonight. Harry allowed his eyes to slip shut as he continued to pump his cock, his hips thrusting up into his fist as his other hand reached down to massage his testicles. He was close at this point. It wouldn't be too long now and then Harry could just go to bed.

Then a stifled gasp met Harry's ears and his eyes shot open to meet a pair of startled grey eyes peering at him through the small gap created by Harry's barely open door. Harry barely had a second to feel surprised by Draco's presence, however, before he was coming and the world was nothing but a blissful blur as his orgasm crashed over him. By the time Harry came to his senses, Draco's watchful eyes were gone from the doorway, leaving Harry alone with his newfound worries.

How long had Draco been there, watching him jerk off?, wondered Harry as he crawled under his blankets in a daze. And why, oh why, did he orgasm the second his eyes met Draco's?

Harry didn't have an answer to either of those questions as everything went black and sleep overtook him, leaving him with a lot of issues to deal with in the morning.

*Author's Note: Poor Harry haha. I can't help putting him in these awkward situations. It's just too much fun. ;D So, How will Draco and Harry handle this new development? And just how long WAS Draco watching Harry for? Guess you'll just have to wait for the next chapter to find out! ;) So, what do you guys think? Worth continuing? Please review with any feedback and thanks for reading!*