This story is a special request from a reader. It depicts sexual scenes between two teenage male celebrities, Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter and Tom Felton as Draco Malfoy. The author does not wish to offend any of the fans of the Harry Potter franchise, movies, or books, and wishes no disrespect or intent of copyright fraud on Rowling as the creator of these characters. If you like it, please let me know benwink19@yahoo.com
Hi there. My name is Draco Malfoy. I attend Hogwart's University to further the tradition of great wizards that already exists in my family. I'm what they call a pure blood, meaning my father is a wizard and my mother is a which, literally. I can remember my first day at Hogwart's like yesterday, even though it's been some time since my freshman year there. The memory is so clear because there was rumor that the famous Harry Potter was to attend. The first day, I learned that the rumor was true and although I extended my friendship to this celebrity, he would have none of it but would rather turn his attention to some know-it-all girl named Hermione Granger and a red-headed kid of the Weasely bunch. Neither of these friends were pure bloods, the way I was, so I immediately dismissed myself from their group. I figured this Harry Potter wasn't so great if he would hang out with people like them. However, my despise for this famous wizard-in-training was to be outweighed by respect and eventually I would grow to love the boy, all of it in secret of course. If anyone was to ever find out that Draco Malfoy, the sworn enemy to Harry Potter, was actually intimately involved with him, all the sorcery and magic in the world wouldn't protect me from my father. For that reason, I ask that you don't spoil the trust that I've bestowed upon you in order to tell this story. Like I said, at first I despised the boy for his apparent disregard for my outreach of friendship.
"Fine then, Potter, can't say I didn't warn you. If you want to be one of them, go ahead, but you've lost any chance to become of friend of mine."
"I'm think I'm quite able to choose friends on my own, Malfoy. Thanks for the offer, just the same." His sarcasm exhibited his arrogance and it fueled my hate against him. We always called each other by our last names, each with a great deal of spite for the other. We both knew we hated each other so it was that much more alarming when we found ourselves falling for each other.
Over the course of the first semester, we fought terribly every chance we got. I remember getting him in trouble during flying lessons at least once and several other times during our classes together. Usually I ended up in trouble as well but I never minded because it was fun to bring down the famous Harry Potter with me. However, it was during these times of punishment that I found myself actually enjoying his company. Naturally, I didn't admit it at the time but I realized I was getting us into trouble more often just so that we would be punished together. Seeing as how I was the natural troublemaker, and Harry normally fell into trouble because of me, it was usually just the two of us alone in detention. For particularly evil deviations from the rules, something more severe than detention was the punishment. Once I found out about this consequence, and what caused it, I was more inclined to pursue the trouble that would lead to it.
The particular crime against the school has escaped my memory but I do remember the penalty. For whatever reason, Potter was to be punished first. This was the first time I had led Potter to do such a thing so we were both surprised when the teacher instructed him to drop his pants and grab his ankles. In the half privacy of the teacher's office, he stood facing the front side of the desk. I was standing next to the door so his back was to me and I could tell that he was nervously fumbling with his pants. The teacher grew impatient and poor Potter became more frustrated but he finally managed to pull his pants down to his ankles. He then leaned against the desk to brace himself for the paddling that was sure to come. However, the teacher wasn't satisfied.
"Underwear too." He said matter-of-factly. "And I thought I told you to grab your ankles. What's with this desk business?" It was Professor Snapes, one of the less friendly staff members and he seemed to be grossly entertained by his power.
Poor Potter reluctantly slid his underwear down as well but then, stuttering with obvious embarrassment, he admitted that he couldn't reach his ankles. Professor Snapes grunted and allowed for him to lean over the desk as he had before.
I must admit that watching my enemy strip himself and then get paddled made a tent form in the front of my pants and I tried desperately to hide it or somehow make it go down before it was my turn to do the same as Potter had. I wasn't too lucky in that regard but luckily Professor Snapes didn't seem to notice and since I had my back to Potter, I don't think he noticed either. I've asked him about it and he says he didn't notice much other than the soreness of his backside.
There was something about knowing that I was being watched that made the paddling bearable. Even though I didn't know it at the time, Potter has confessed that watching me that first time had also made him tent up the front of his pants. I know for a fact that now it's one of his favorite positions, and mine too for that matter, but of course neither of us realized that at the time. As I said before, I caught myself leading Potter into more trouble of a serious nature so that we would be sure to receive the same punishment. Potter seemed more inclined to join me in my pursuit of being an outlaw of the school. He's confessed as much since then.
As the semester continued, so did the routine of joining Professor Snapes in his office for a bare bottom paddling. We got used to it and he never hit any harder than a sound pat on the backside a few times. Every time I saw Potter's bare backside bent over the desk, my tent would return and of course he says now that his would as well when he would watch me.
I couldn't help growing to respect this famous Potter for not only hanging out with such students as his friends but also for being so willing to get into so much trouble with me. It was obvious that he was eager to please, a fact that would definitely show itself again in our more intimate relationship.
After several months of this supposed hate against each other, each realizing that we were beginning to have opposite feelings than those of hate, Potter had finally worked up enough courage to confront me about it.
I was sitting in a new bath tub that was to be installed in the boys' lavatory for those interested in bathing rather than taking a shower. I had been assigned to test it out and see if it was suitable so I still had my swim shorts on. In a way I was trying those out as well because they were made of new material I wasn't quite used to yet. Anyway, so I'm sitting there testing out the water and to my surprise, in walks Potter naked as the day he was born. I was too shocked to speak which gave Potter a chance to explain himself. He walked towards the tub as he did.
"Listen, Malfoy, for a long time I've disliked you but I think it's time we both come clean to the fact that it's not like that anymore. We both know what happens every time we go to Professor Snapes' office and why we like to go there so much. I've caught you looking at me at the urinals and you've caught me doing the same thing so why are we still pretending that we hate each other? I realize we have our reputations to maintain but it's a secret that would never have to be told. I know I would never tell and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't either. Besides, keeping it hidden would make it that much more interesting, wouldn't you say?" He had walked over to the edge of the tub by then and as he finished, he casually fondled himself until he was semi-erect. I have to admit, my shorts had something semi-erect in them as well.
Potter was becoming more bold and since I hadn't said anything to refuse his offer, he knelt down by the edge of the tub and reached in, running his hand over my exposed thigh. I liked it enough to allow it so he slid his hand up further until it was under the fabric of my shorts. Obviously, I was no longer semi-erect but at full mast by the time his hand found what it was looking for and had wrapped around it. I can't describe the feeling of having his hand on me nor can I accurately describe the feeling when he used his opposite hand to place mine on his six and a half inches of uncircumcized manhood.
If I thought it was nice then, I was more than overwhelmed when he began moving his hand back and forth along my shaft, sending shivers of delight throughout the rest of my body. I took the hint and did the same to him, watching his face as he began to moan as a result.
"Wait. What if some one comes in?" I suddenly grew scared and let go of Potter. He didn't seem to notice that but rather maintained a calm tone.
"Don't worry. I locked the door. No one will bother us since I offered to try out the tub as well. It wasn't easy but my name has its benefits so they let me come in. I knew you would be in here and they did too so they probably thought it was strange that I wanted in at the same time. I just told them the truth; you're not so bad under that tough guy attitude." Potter smiled at me then, his hand still around my member and still pumping as if the prospect of being caught had never been mentioned at all.
I took a hold of him again and continued pumping his shaft the same way he was doing mine. After a while I realized he must be uncomfortable sitting at the edge of the tub and reaching over so I sat up straight and suggested that he joined me. He said he would be glad to so long as I took off my shorts since he said it made him feel silly to be naked when I wasn't. I agreed, of course, and stood up to take them off while he stepped into the tub. I had them off and was about to sit back down when Potter had another surprise for me.
Quite suddenly I had his face pressed to mine in a rather sloppy kiss because he had acted too fast to land his lips on mine properly. At first I was nervous about kissing another boy but he was so forceful I couldn't seem to get away from him. After a few brief moments, I realized it wasn't so bad so I helped him out a little by lining our lips up a little better. Once he knew I was okay with it, he relaxed a little and the kiss became more natural than forced.
"Sorry," he apologized, "it's just that I didn't want to ask you because I wasn't sure if you would be okay with it. I've wanted to kiss you for awhile now but I hope you're not at me for being so forceful about it. You're not, are you?" I could sense some uneasiness in his tone of voice and it made me feel good that the great Harry Potter was asking for my forgiveness for something that I have to admit was actually more pleasant than I thought it would be.
"Here's my answer to that." I said as smooth as any movie star as I leaned forward for another kiss. He took the cue and we kissed much more passionately this time. He even grew bold enough to pry at my lips with his tongue and having a sense of what he wanted I parted my lips to let it in.
I must admit having some one's tongue in your mouth is kind of interesting and the fact that this particular tongue belonged to not only another boy but to the famous Harry Potter was very strange for me. I would have never imagined that my sworn enemy would be so willing to do stuff of this nature with me and if some one had told me at the beginning of the year that he and I were to become passionate lovers, I would have laughed in their face.
As we became more comfortable kissing each other, our hands began to wander over each other as we stood in the middle of the bath tub. I personally was satisfied rubbing the small of his back but he seemed more interested in having my hands lower than that, as he would show by using his own hands to put mine there before returning his hands to my backside.
I'm not going to lie; I enjoyed having his hands there and as often that he pulled my hips towards his, we of course rubbed crotches together. However, I realize now that I'm more of what is referred to as a top, which means I'm more interested in his backside than having him use mine. It is interesting though because most tops are dominant, demanding his partner to be submissive. Even though I try to maintain a tough guy attitude, truth be told, I'm a real soft cuddly type. Therefore, in this particular relationship, even though I am the "top", Potter is the one who calls the shots. I like it that way and I know he does as well.
I'm not sure how long we stood there kissing like that but after awhile Potter broke off of my lips. At first I thought he was done but then he began to work down my neck, around my nipples, and then to my abs. He then knelt in front of me and I knew what he wanted so I took my shaft and gently fed it to him. His hand had felt good to be sure but his mouth felt ten times better. He bobbed his head back and forth, moving it anyway he could so that his tongue could cover as much as possible. With one of his hands, he massaged my balls and with the other, I noticed, he played with himself.
Just when I thought it wouldn't get any better, he stood up and whispered in my ear.
"Take me." With that said, he bent over the edge of the tub with his back towards me. I knew what he wanted but had no idea what to do. I nervously lined myself up with his backside but wasn't sure what to do next. "Just shove it in, you pussy! Don't worry about me, I can take it." His sudden authority and tone of voice caught me off guard but I did as I was told. I was very surprised at how easily I went in because I'm about seven inches and I thought it would take longer. Potter must have sensed my surprise because he had an explanation. "I'm used to it. Me and Weasely do it all the time." Now it made sense why Potter and Weasely were around each other so much, even if Hermione wasn't. "Don't worry, though. Now that I finally have you, I won't need him anymore." I wasn't too sure if I believed he would be totally faithful to me but at this point I didn't really care. For the time being, Potter was giving himself to me and I decided I had better take advantage of it. I gave my hips a forward thrust suddenly and Potter moaned with pleasure as a result. It was better than his mouth and I kept pumping until I began to feel weak at the knees from the sensatiions.
"Oh, my gosh, Potter, I'm going to cum!" I thought it only fair to give him warning but he didn't do anything that suggested he wanted me stop. After a few more thrusts I let loose a batch of cum inside of him and moments later I could tell that he was doing the same thing just by the sounds he was making and the movements of his sexy naked body.
"Thanks Malfoy. That was much better than Weasely does but don't tell him that." Potter had stood up straight and faced me; after he joked about that, he leaned in for another kiss and used his hands to guide mine to his recently used backside. I slid my finger inside of his crack and felt the goo I had just deposited there. With a sudden nasty thought, I scooped it up and brought it between our faces. Without hardly missing a beat, Potter broke our kiss just long enough to lick my finger clean and then used his tongue to deposit it into my mouth. It was better that I thought it would be and I swallowed while keeping our kiss on for another few minutes.
"Next time, I get to do you. Fair enough?"
"Of course." It wasn't a famous movie line but I said it as though I was the lead actress only interested in satisfying her lover. For all intents and purposes, I was just that.
We set up a time to meet again in a more remote location of the school. It was some old utility closet on the third floor that no one ever used. It was times like these, when it was necessary to sneak out in the dead of night, that Potter's cloak of invisibility most definitely proved handy for him. As for me, I had to rely on my own cunning and skill to avoid detection. I proved to be almost as good at staying out of trouble as I did getting into it.
Anyway, we met at midnight in the closet. I was wearing my robe we all had to wear as part of our school uniform but nothing underneath it. Potter revealed that he was naked as soon as he took off his invisibility cloak. I was jealous that I couldn't walk around the school naked like he could.
"You ready?" He asked calmly. I only nodded and looked down at his crotch.
"Looks like you are." I joked back to him. He was stiff and making no attempts to hide it.
"Yep, I've been waiting for this all day. Turn around."
There was an old desk in the closet for no apparent reason but I decided to make use of it. I knew it wouldn't be comfortable but I offered the idea to Potter just the same. I figured he would like the idea because this way we would be able to watch each other's faces as opposed to last time when all I could see was his backside. Nothing wrong with his backside, you understand, but I knew I would like it more to see his face.
"Hey Potter, how about I lay on my back on this old desk? Would that work, do you think?" I leaned against the desk to see if it was sturdy enough to hold my weight; it was old but still rather solid.
"Yeah sure, that's a great idea. I think I'd like to see your face while I do this."
"I thought you might say that." I grinned at him and lay on my back on the old desk. As I pulled my legs up to my chest, Potter came closer and with the ease of a skilled and experienced lover, slid himself into me without me realizing he was even close enough to do so. Apparently he and Weasely had a great deal of experience in this area.
Now that he was all the way inside, he leaned further in until his face was close to mine. We kissed as he slowly began to thrust his hips into mine and I can honestly say I've never felt anything nicer. It wasn't until he started moving that I noticed he was actually all the way inside of me and I remember being surprised that he had managed to go so far without causing even the least amount of discomfort for me. Weasely must love being done too if Potter does this good of a job with him.
His movement was slow and rocking, making the desk creak a little bit as he pumped himself into me. It felt amazing to have him inside of me and his tongue dancing with mine as he did it. He then broke off from my lips and began to caress my neck with his kisses as well as nibbling on my ear lobe. I never knew ears could be so sensuous! All the while he kept a steady slow hip movement, which of course made the whole thing super romantic. (Like I said, I really am a softy haha) I don't think I've been so hard in my whole life but he lovingly took care of that too. With his right hand he gripped my entire shaft and rubbed it with the same slow motion he was using with his hips while his left hand fondled my balls. The combination was soon too much for me and I shot my load into his hands and onto my abs. He scooped up some with his finger, withdrew himself from me, and slid his gooey finger into my hole. He used the rest of my cum to massage my balls and my now overly sensitive organ. It felt amazing there but it felt indescribable as lube for him to slide effortlessly back and forth inside of me.
After what seemed like an eternity, one I never wanted to stop, he finally began to move his hips more quickly until I was rewarded with a wonderful shot of goo straight through me to my prostate. There were several good shots until Potter finally finished and I thought it was done. But it wasn't. Potter then slid down my body, kissing me over my abs on the way down, even licking some of the cum off of them and my poor organ and balls, and then spread my legs with his tongue and licked up the mess he had just made. Words don't do the feelings justice, not by a long shot. All I can say is that I highly recommend it. If Potter is interested, maybe we could have a threesome with Weasely; he's cute enough.
Well thanks for listening to my story and remember, things aren't always as they seem. After all, Potter and I started out hating each other. Now we can't get enough of each other. Life's funny like that.