Drarry Oneshots

Beg For It

Warning: As almost everyone was up for some good smut, here I am. However, those of you are still innocent for this world, do not read this. Ok maybe some of you will be like fuck it, imma read this shit. But no. Some of you are really like real innocent. So don't read it. Okay? Lol I even put some angst in the middle. Enough of my talk, let's get on with this.

Sorry for any typos. I was typing super fast to finish this. So yeah.

(Btw, this is their 8th year at Hogwarts).

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Malfoy was at it again.

This has been going on for a few days and Harry is getting way too frustrated, neither he can confront Malfoy nor he can do something about his newfound problem.

It happens anytime, anywhere and Harry hates himself and Malfoy for that. In the classes, in the hall, in the corridors and where not. It's not as if Harry voluntarily wants it to happen, well, it just happens.

Malfoy was fucking teasing him.

Not that i-am-your-arch-enemy kind of teasing, it was more like the i-could-take-you-just-here type.

Yes. Draco fucking Malfoy was teasing Harry Potter. His supposed enemy.

It started one fine morning–not for Harry–when they were in their Potions class. Professor Snape just instructed them to brew the Felix Felicis, and was roaming around, finding even the smallest of mistakes. Typical Snape.

And of all people Harry got partnered with none other than Malfoy. Cliché much? Not at all. They've been glaring at each other from the starting of the period and considering Snape's tendency to make people suffer, he did the only possible thing.

"I say the instructions, you follow it." Was Malfoy's first words after they sat together for the assignment. Bloody git. But Harry obliged it nonetheless. After all, he was not in a mood to bicker with Malfoy and let's not add that part where Harry knew nothing about how to brew a potion. He didn't by all means, desired a weeklong of detention.  That too, with Snape. Not happening.

"Now add the Powdered rue and stir it." Malfoy muttered, uninterested in the whole process. Harry followed.

"Not that way, idiot. Give that to me!" Malfoy snatched the spoon from Harry and stirred the mixture clockwise. Oh. Harry was stirring it in the anti-clockwise direction.

And then it happened. Maybe Harry was just imagining things, but he saw it. Malfoy's slender fingers were wrapped tightly around the thick handle of the spoon and he.......was rubbing it.

What?

Harry's eyes followed the motion of his hands and they went up and down and his thumb stopping midway to flick at the tip. Harry suddenly felt as if someone has turned up the room temperature a notch cause if not, Harry doesn't know why for Merlin's sake he was feeling hot. Hell, he felt as if he was burning.

Malfoy's long fingers trailed down the handle, his thumb and fingers both rubbing the spoon vigorously and worst of all, his eyes were closed. Harry's pants felt tight and he was getting weak in the knees. What does Malfoy think he's doing?

After a few seconds which felt like hours to Harry, Malfoy took a spoonful of the brewing potion and put it into his mouth, swallowing its contents. Harry could see his Adams apple bobbing up and down and he isn't sure anymore what to feel. To make matters worse, Malfoy gave a long suck before leaving the poor spoon.

"You aren't supposed to consume it before six months," Harry said weakly, his voice came out as a trembling whisper.

"Of course I know that, idiot. But I felt like it. Somehow it tastes good. Real good." And Harry gulped in a good amount of air, he needed it. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to just punch the smirk off Malfoy's face. He would've too, if only Snape wasn't present.