Harry
Today you wait outside the Great Hall, nervously shuffling from right foot to left, the apprehension building inside of you. You’ve never met inside the castle before, only on the fresh, neutral grounds that are the edges of Hogwarts. But today is an exception. Mother Nature has blanketed the world with dazzling whiteness while you slept and the interruption has thrown you horribly off balance.
You know he saw you rise and leave. His eyes were on you the whole of breakfast. So you stand here, ignoring the odd looks of those entering and leaving, waiting for him to come by and let you know what to do now. Time seems to be ticking away even slower than usual and you find yourself pondering the ridiculousness of the situation. You, Draco Malfoy, are waiting for Harry Potter to come tell you how you will spend your day. It is absolutely absurd. You think of going back to the common room and forgetting him. And just as you are about to give up, you know, without looking, that he is right beside you.
His hand slips into yours and you look down at the empty air. You let your invisible partner lead you through the front door and out to the snow-covered lawn. He begins to run and you desperately try to keep up, your shoes sinking ankle deep into the wet earth. There is something freeing, almost childlike in the actions and you let out a laugh despite yourself. He stops at the far edges of the lake and pushes you back against a tree, making sure the two of you aren’t within sight of the castle.
He throws the invisibility cloak to the ground and you finally see the messy black hair and green eyes that haunt your every waking thought. Part of you thinks it is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. But then those perfect lips are on you and those green eyes are staring back at you and with each thrust of his tongue, you see a ray of amber creeping up into those hidden emerald depths and you think no, this is.
He pulls back and his face is flushed and you know yours must be too because there is no way you could experience the most amazing kiss of your life and not mirror the gorgeous image before you. He loosens his tie and yours, then unbuttons your shirt with fumbling fingers.
You don’t have to do this.
In the seven times you have met before, there was nothing more than a few passionate kisses. I’m not ready, he would mumble. Maybe next time, he would say. And you never asked for more. But today is different.
I want to do this.
The air is like a million knives piercing your skin but the pain disappears as soon as that delicate pink tongue latches onto your nipple. You moan desperately, one hand tangled in his jet black hair.
Please, Harry.
As he unbuckles your belt, you wonder how his fingers can feel so warm in such extreme cold, that is until his mouth slides over your cock and thought ceases all together. You grab the trunk behind you for support, scraping your knuckles on the rough surface. You think you should be freezing, trying to cover up from the biting wind and bitter cold but instead you find yourself wreathed in golden flames with Harry Potter at the center.
Yes, Harry. Please, Harry.
He looks up, eyes wide, mouth engulfed with every inch of you and you almost come right there. You watch the bobbing of his head, the way he fucks his mouth with you, the way he smiles around you when you moan.
He reaches out a hand for you and you are glad to leave the roughened tree trunk for the peach of his fingers. And suddenly there’s nothing but whiteness, a whiteness that has nothing to do with snow or sun or anything else but Harry. You desperately cling to that whiteness, even as he cleans you both up, dries you both off and kisses you soundly on the mouth, cheeks flaming, grin wide on his face, before slipping the cloak back over his head and disappearing.
Blaise
Tonight you feel as if your dick is going to explode. The morning’s activities have ignited an insatiable need inside of you. You crave release, the kind that can’t be satisfied by your own hand.
He sits there across the common room, eyeing you like some piece of meat. He has always wanted you. He’s made it very clear and you’ve brushed him aside on a daily basis. But tonight is an exception.
You raise an eyebrow and he winks back, tilting his head toward the common room door. You deliver the slightest nod and he disappears. You calmly follow a minute later.
He emerges from the shadows all raven hair and cobalt eyes and licks his lips in anticipation. For a minute you think of walking away, but his hand finds its way to the front of your pants and your dick jumps even further to attention. A deserted hall with a hidden alcove is where he leads you and it is here that he drops his pants and braces himself against the wall. You free yourself and spit on your hand, readying your cock.
I like it rough.
His voice sickens you but all you can see is raven hair and tanned skin and for a moment you think of red and gold and blinding white. In one quick motion, you’re buried up his ass and fucking him harder than you ever thought possible.
You would never fuck Harry from behind.
The realization washes over you and the bile begins to rise in your throat. You’d want to see every facial expression that perfect face could make, the way he looks as he comes screaming your name at the top of his lungs.
You could never fuck Harry from behind.
Harder, Malfoy. Oh yeah, give it to me.
He reaches back and pulls his cheeks wider apart. Blaise’s voice is whiny and pathetic and you resist the urge to push him away. You shoot your load into him and pullout, collapsing against the dungeon wall. You can feel the darkness creeping over you as he cleans himself up. And when he leans forward to kiss you, you block his lips with your hand.
No.
A dirty look in your direction and then he’s gone. And a part of you has gone too, looking for that blinding whiteness because the darkness could never satisfy your taste.