A/N: This story was formerly under the penname: roxierose13, but ff closed my account, grr, so i'm reposting.
"This is all your fucking fault, Potter!"
"It is not!"
"Is too, you bumbling fool of a Gryffindor!"
"I didn't mean to."
"Ha! So you admit it!"
"Never!"
"You just did!"
"Shut it, Malfoy."
Harry glared at Malfoy through the darkness. They were locked in a closet off the 8th floor, and it was around midnight. Malfoy was also glaring daggers at Harry through the gloom.
"I'm pretty sure that I'm not the one who shoved me into this godforsaken closet, Potter," Draco sneered.
"I did not shove, you were in my way," Harry retorted angrily.
"In your way? I am a prefect may I remind you, something which you are not," Draco said maliciously, reveling in the fact.
"No need to rub it in," Harry scowled. He was very unhappy at being locked in closet with Draco Malfoy with no visible means of escape. Draco huffed loudly, and Harry glared at him. Despite anything Harry said, it was, in fact, his fault.
: FLASHBACK :
Draco was doing his prefect duties, and being Head Boy to boot, he was also up later than most prefect for extra duty. He was strolling down the 7th floor corridor when he heard the unmistakeable sounds of Filch weezing. Draco stopped and sighed laboriously, knowing that Filch would soon catch up and relay him with tales of some student out of bed. Sure enough,
"Mister Malfoy," Filch weezed stuffily through his clogged up nose. Draco turned resolutely to face Filch.
"What is it, Mr. Filch?" Draco said, trying not to insert too much of his usual drawl.
"There's a student out of bed," Filch gasped out. Draco internally groaned to himself. 'How did I know...' He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Flich was watching him in anticipation, hoping he might be able to inflict some punishment before the night was over. Draco rolled his eyes at his eager face.
"Don't worry, I'll find whoever it is and take care of it," Draco told him. Filch's face fell.
"Are you sure you don't need help? I mean, I could..." Draco held up a hand to stem the flood of words streaming from Filch.
"No, I'm sure I can handle it," Draco said with a bite to his voice. Flich scowled slightly, but he backed away beckoning Mrs. Norris to follow him. Her yellow eyes lingered on Draco for a second before she followed her muttering master.
Draco started off in another direction. He hoped that maybe it was Blaise so he could at least get a decent shag. Either that or a Gryffindor so he could take 100 points. An elated smirk appeared on his face at the thought. He made his way up a staircase and turned left into a long dark corridor.
He wandered along for a bit, not catching any sounds or movements. He'd just began to think that Filch had been imagining things when he heard a shuffling noise behind him. He whipped around and saw a ody coming towards him. Then he also caught the sound of Filch's weezy breathing close by. Draco sighed. /i 'Can't that old coot leave things to me?' i Draco thought bitterly and annoyedly.
Draco watched the figure draw closer and he stood with his hands on his hips, waiting expectantly. The figure was not looking his way though. His attention was fixed on the sounds of Flich behind him. Just as he was about to collide with Draco, the figure looked up. Draco couldn't see who it was, but with a skillful agility, the figure grabbed Draco's robes and pulled him into the nearby closet.
Draco was outraged that anyone would dare manhandle him in such a way. The person had him pressed against the wall. Draco struggled but was unable to free himself from under the strong body. The figure was breathing hard and Draco could feel his chest moving with each breath. He felt hot breath on his neck. He was so close that he could smell the person, peppermint and chocolate. Draco breathed in the smell and relaxed slightly.
The person had slammed the door shut and pushed Draco up against the wall to keep him quiet, but Draco was not one to keep quiet.
"What the hell d'y--mmmphmfghpmf," Draco sentence was muffled when the figure put a hand over his mouth. Draco made an indignant noise.
"Shhhh," Someone hissed. Draco was highly affronted at the situation. The person was listening closely. Filch could be heard shuffling around outside the door. After a minute or two, though, they heard him call to Mrs. Norris and leave. The figure took his hand from Draco's mouth and backed away. Draco felt slightly empty without the close feeling of the person.
"What the hell are you doing?" He demanded angrily. He was Head Boy, damn it! He lit his wand and it slid over the features of a very messy haired Gryffindor with emerald green eyes. "Potter!" Draco exclaimed in disgust.
Harry gave him a scathing look and moved past him to open the door. Before he could reach it, Draco spoke up.
"100 points for this, Potter," He said. Harry stopped, one hand on the door knob.
"For what?" He asked indignantly. Malfoy sneered at him.
"For being out of bed, manhandling the Head Boy, and because I don't like you," Draco drawled in response. Harry scoffed and turned back to the door. He pulled but nothing happened.
"The door is locked," He said quietly. Draco's eyes widened. He pushed past Harry and pointed his wand at the door.
/i "Alohomora," i He said. He pulled at the handle but the door wouldn't budge. Harry stood back with his arms folded scowling at the door.
"Well, looks like we're stuck here," Harry said dubiously. Draco glared at him, breathing hard through his nostrils.
"I will not be stuck in a closet with a Gryffindor for my whole night," He nearly yelled. Harry shrugged.
"Looks like that's your only option. I'm not exactly ecstatic to be here myself," Harry drawled. Draco huffed and slid down on the floor to wait.
:END FLASHBACK
It had been about an hour since they'd entered, and been locked into, the closet. Harry had found a bucket and overturned it to make a seat. Draco's wand was still lit and a small yellowish glow filled the room. Draco was glaring at Harry and had been for the past half hour. It was starting to really annoy Harry.
"For Gods sakes!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm sorry, okay? Stop glaring at me like that!" Draco's glare immediately transformed into a sneer.
"Maybe I'd be more inclined to listen to you if this wasn't your fault!" Dracor retorted. Harry rolled his eyes. Couldn't he accept a simple apology? Apparently not. "What were you doing out that late anyway?" Draco asked suspiciously. Harry's eyes darted around the room as if searching for a secret door. When he didn't find one, he stuttered out a response.
"Nothing, n-nothing." Draco let out a low chuckle.
"You were always bad at lying Potter, out with it," He demanded. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"It's none of your business," He said harshly. Draco laughed derisively.
"That doesn't mean I won't make it my business," He drawled. Harry let out an annoyed huff. Draco just smirked at him.
"Sod off, Malfoy," Harry said angrily. Draco continued smirking and his eyes were shining with mirth. He stuck out his lip in a pouty fashion and Harry couldn't help but stare.
"Aww, did wittle Potty get turned down by the Weaselette?" Draco asked in a mock baby voice. It was enough to shake Harry out of his trance of watching Draco. He gave Draco a withering glance and scoffed.
"News flash, I'm not with Ginny," Harry said. "I don't like girls thatway." Draco's eyes widened and his mouth curled into a smirk and he laughed quietly. Harry eyed him carefully, wondering what was so funny. He thought everyone knew. Ginny had certainly told enough people when she had found out.
"Well, well, Potter, you've joined us at last," Draco drawled. Harry's mouth dropped open.
"Us?" He asked in amazement. Draco snickered again.
"Yes, Potter. Don't tell me you haven't heard the rumors?" Draco asked with a smirk. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. He'd heard plenty of rumors about the Slytherin Sex God, but most involved him in a scenario with several girls, no guys had ever been mentioned.
"I...no," Harry said truthfully and Draco smirked wider.
"We'll just say that I've been with my fair share of people in this school, guys and girls included." Harry was speechless, absorbing the information.
"So you're bi?" Harry asked.
"I suppose, but I tend to favor the males," Draco said, quite civilly in fact. Harry rolled his eyes at him. Draco looked directly at him, which was difficult given that there wasn't much light in the room to see through. "Tell me you haven't fantasized about me," Draco said with one raised eyebrow and his trademark smirk firmly in place. Harry's eyes widened in shock.
"What? No!" He said quickly. Draco snickered.
"Come on, we all know I'm the most shaggeable guy in this school," Draco said in a self-satisfied voice. Harry scoffed at him.
"So that automatically means I've fantasized about you, does it?" Harry asked skeptically.
"No, but I'm sure you have," Draco stated. Harry scoffed.
"Sorry, Malfoy, but I wouldn't come within a 1000 feet of you," Harry said scathingly.
"You seemed pretty cozy when you were pressed up against me earlier," Malfoy said with a suggestive raise of the eyebrows and a smirk.
"I was simply making sure you didn't give me away," Harry sneered back at him.
"You just keep telling yourself that Potter."
"I swear to Merlin I don't want you!" Harry exclaimed. Draco rolled his eyes and sneered at him, obviously put off by the comment.
"How long has it been?" He asked snidely. Harry glanced at his watch. He had to squint through the darkness, but he managed to make out the watch hands.
"Half past twelve," He told Draco. Draco huffed from his spot on the floor.
"Two fucking hours, how long will it take for someone to find me?" Draco muttered to himself.
"You're assuming someone is looking for you," Harry said. Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Of course someone is looking for me. What about you? Where's the rest of the dream team? Or are the tag-alongs too busy shagging to pay attention to you anymore?" Harry scowled darkly at him.
"Nooo," He replied scathingly. "They don't know I'm not in the dorm or I'm sure they'd be scouring the castle, convinced Voldemorts got me locked in the dungeon or something."
"Whatever," Draco dismissed the conversation. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. They were silent for awhile, each praying that the door would become magically unlocked.
After about another half an hour, Draco was getting restless. He hated sitting on the floor. It made him feel dirty, so he stood up and brushed off his robes. Harry watched him through his bright green eyes. Draco tried to walk around, but as the closet was so small, there wasn't much space to walk.
"Will you stop pacing," Harry said finally, tired of watching Draco make small circles in the tiny room. Draco turned towards him, his hands on his hips.
"Make me," He challenged. Harry scoffed and shook his head. "That's what I thought."
Draco continued his pacing and Harry watched him circle the tiny room. He wondered when they were ever going to get out of there. Finally, Draco sighed and stopped pacing. He turned again to face Harry, a set look on his face.
"I'm bored," He said matter-of-factly.
"So?" Harry asked dubiously. Draco gave him a withering look.
"I'm bored" He said again, more pressingly.
"I really don't care, Malfoy," Harry told him, not at all interested in talking at the moment. Draco moved forward and Harry stood up from his bucket. Draco came even closer and Harry backed up into the wall. He neraly tripped over the bucket, but stumbled upright and was pressed flush against the wall.
Draco put his hands on either side of Harry and moved his hips closer. He used his knee to pin Harry to the wall. Harry gave him a confused look. Draco just smirked and pressed his hips closer. Harry gasped when he felt Draco's obvious erection pressing into his own groin. To his horror, or pleasure, he felt himself also getting hard.
Draco leaned in closely to Harry and Harry's eyes widened. Draco's lips ghosted over Harry's neck and he involuntarily shivered. He heard Draco chuckle softly very close to his ear. Harry swallowed hard, trying to keep down the growing lump there as well as in his jeans. Draco removed one of his hands from the wall and slid it under Harry's t-shirt.
Harry gasped again when he felt Draco long fingers running over his well-muscled abs. Draco's tongue flicked out and licked the shell of Harry's ear. He nearly melted at the touch. He could feel Draco's hot breath on his ear. Draco leaned in closer so they were chest to chest. He nibbled lightly on Harry's earlobe and Harry let out a low moan. Draco pulled back and lightly licked his ear again.
"Did you like that, Potter?" He whispered. Harry could only nod fervidly. He whimpered slightly as Draco's hand started rubbing tiny circles on his washboard stomach.
"Why...why are you doing this?" Harry gasped. Draco smirked and kissed Harry's jawbone lightly.
"I'm bored," He murmered against the skin. Harry's mind didn't completely register what he said. It was too busy with the fact the Draco's erection was now pressing dangerously hard into his own. Harry's hands somehow had found their way to Draco's hips. He gasped when Draco kissed the sensative spot just below his ear and grasped his hips tighter. Draco moaned softly and rocked his hips into Harry's. Harry groaned and pulled him closer.
Draco moved from Harry's neck to his jaw bone and kissed his way up to Harry's lips. He paused for a second before bringing his mouth down upon Harry's. Their lips met in a fiery kiss. Harry immediately opened up for Draco's plundering tongue. His mouth felt hot like it was on fire. Draco's tongue massaged his own, urging him to follow his movements. Draco sucked on Harry's lower lip, elicting a low groan from the raven-haired boy.
Harry felt Draco fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He broke the kiss and hastily removed his shirt. Draco also stripped off his shirt as well. Harry couldn't help staring at Draco's pale yet muscular body. He was skinny but still was well defined. Harry reached out tentatively and touched Draco's skin. Draco smirked at him and captured his lip in another kiss. Tongues battled for dominance and Draco got the upper hand again.
He pushed Harry back against the wall and Harry let out a muffled cry as his back hit the cold stone. Draco deepened the kiss and pushed closer to Harry. Harry groaned as Draco pressed himself flush against his body. He gripped his hips tightly and pulled him forward. Draco broke the kiss momentarily for air.
"Draco," Harry panted, trying to catch his breath. Draco kissed Harry again and his hands deflty undid the zipper on his jeans. They slid to the ground and Harry was left clad in his boxers. Draco's quickly undid his own, all the while continuing the fevered kiss. Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco's hand slid into his boxers. He hissed softly when Draco's hand grasped his straining erection. Draco began to pump slowly. It was all Harry could do not to cum right there.
Just as he thought he was about to lose it, Draco stopped. He removed his hand and Harry was confused.
"What are you..." Harry started to ask, but Draco leaned in and was breathing on his ear again. Harry now had a very big problem, and Draco's hot breath was not doing anything to help.
"I'm going to fuck you," He whispered. Harry froze for half a second before immediately relaxing. Draco pushed Harry's boxers down along with his own. He reached for his wand and muttered a quick spell. He pushed in slowly and Harry gasped at the intrusion.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to hold on. Harry was incredibly tight and hot. It made Draco want to cum right there. He stopped for a minute to gain his bearings.
"Fuck, Draco, come on," Harry gasped. His green eyes were clouded in pleasure and Draco found it hard to resist. He moved slowly and Harry moaned loudly. He thrust in more forcefully and Harry cried out. "Keep going, please," Harry pleaded. Draco was not one to say no. He pushed in further and Harry arched to meet his hips and Draco bit his lip to stop himself crying out from the pleasure.
"Oh God..." Draco muttered, unable the control himself.
"Please, Draco," Harry whined. He was so close and couldn't take it much longer. Draco thrust harder and hit Harry's sweet spot. Harry thought he would die from the feeling he was experiencing. Finally, with one last push, Harry came forcefully and Draco was not too far behind. They stood, panting, leaning against the wall for support.
Draco eventually pushed himself off the wall and went back to his side of the closet.
"Well, that was interesting," He drawled. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting? I'd say it was better than that."
"Of course it was, it was me," Draco said with a sarcastic smile. Harry laughed and smiled slightly. Harry turned to the door and reached out for the knob. To Draco's surprise, it swung right open. Draco stared incredulously at the door and then looked at Harry with suspicion etched all over his face.
"How long has that been open?" He asked. Harry smiled a mysterious smile and shrugged. He stepped outside and Draco followed. Harry turned to go back to his tower, but Draco caught his arm.
"Why were you out tonight?" He asked suspiciously for the second time. Harry smirked in an uncharacteristicly Malfoy manner.
"I believe you just found out." Then Harry dissappeared around the corridor, leaving a stunned Draco Malfoy standing outside a tiny broom closet on the 8th floor.
A/N: Retarded FF, they closed my other account for some random reason. I don't know why, but i figured you guys would want to see where the story went, so i'm reposting, and yes, I've added a chapter too. Please review!