Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Dirty Diary ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Anata

This chapter originally written in 2005. May be rewritten eventually.

Warnings: Another lemon. Hopefully to become a SET of lemons, but we'll see. Anyway, lemon means GRAPHIC SEX! *gasp* Too bad none of you knew that, right? This is mostly a PWP. Don't ask.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am making no money from this story.

A/N: Well, I wasn't planning on really doing a sequel when I first wrote WotB, but I decided I wanted to do one. Maybe more. I'll have to see where this one goes.

Also, Waywren Truesong, this is dedicated to you for that hilarious review! Thank you!

Dirty Diary

Dear Diary, January 2

Draco Malfoy and I shagged like rabbits. Malfoy. Me. Shag. Those should not go into the same sentence. But, they did, and so did we. I can't say I didn't enjoy it, either. If I said that, I'd be lying through my teeth.

It happened yesterday. Bloody git got us both detentions for fighting, even though we weren't. I must say, Snape had a point deduction frenzy when he found out. Gryffindor was nearly in the negatives. But, McGonagall made it pretty even by taking points from Slytherin, as well. Can't say Malfoy liked that.

I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I can say I shall make sure it happens again. With me on top. I did promise him, after all, and I keep my word.

How should I take him first?

Harry grinned. Even though his hair was still a mess, he had to admit…he looked good. His glasses weren't broken, his teeth were stunningly white, his robes were…Well, they were going to be a hindrance, but there wasn't much he could do about it. However, the clothing underneath…less is more, right? He had a pair of crimson boxers and nothing else. After all, he was planning on a good shag soon.

So, glancing once more at the mirror (which, by the way, winked mischievously at him), Harry strode out of the room. He had business to attend to with a certain Slytherin deviant. As the portrait opened, the Fat Lady smiled at him and waved. Harry waved back hurriedly, seeing as he was in a rush to get somewhere.

Several portraits and a few suits of armor stared at him as he sauntered through the corridors of the castle. It was still Winter Holiday and there weren't usually students wandering the halls during this time; most went home. However, there were still the few that didn't want to see their families unless it was necessary, so they weren't a complete rarity.

`They really need to mind their own business.' He smirked. `Or they might witness something they never thought they'd see.'

Harry was a bit shocked at his sudden thought of exhibitionism. He shrugged and continued walking. It was an idea…

Draco brushed through his hair one last time before setting his comb down. He had a lot on his mind. Archrivals didn't just shag. It didn't happen. Not to Draco Malfoy. Especially not to Draco Malfoy. It was simply unthinkable!

He narrowed his eyes at the mirror. `I can see why he wanted me, of course.' He shook his head to clear the thoughts. `What am I thinking?!?! This is POTTER we are thinking about!' He paused. `And now I'm referring to myself as “we.”'

Sighing, Draco turned from the mirror and sat on his bed. `I should be patrolling and taking points from other Houses; it's my duty as a Slytherin Prefect, after all.' So, looking once more in the mirror and returning its cocky smirk, he left the Slytherin Dormitories.

After strolling around the castle for nearly a quarter of an hour, he frowned at himself. None of the students staying at the castle for hols could be found! It was absurd! None were in the Great Hall, or the courtyard, not even the library!

Draco clenched his eyes tightly, muttered a few curses, and decided to go play a single player “game” of Quidditch.

Harry followed Draco as silently as possible. He wanted to surprise him in a completely unorthodox location. When he noticed where the Slytherin was headed, he grinned to himself and strolled carefully behind him. The Quidditch Pitch? Would there be a comfortable place to shag him senseless there?

`…'

`…Changing rooms, maybe?'

Draco grabbed his broom from the Slytherin changing rooms and stalked out onto the field. As he suspected, there was no one around. He shrugged. It wasn't like he needed to spend time with anyone currently at Hogwarts; all of the Slytherins, with the exception of himself and maybe two others, had returned home for the three week break and he had no desire to talk to any Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, or Gryffindors.

`Damn it all to hell,' he thought. `I came out here particularly to forget him! Bugger!' He forcefully climbed onto his broom and kicked up from the grass. Hard. “Fuck it. Even that word is reminding me!”

`And other parts of my body,' he silently added to himself. `When will I be able to just forget that I shagged my worst enemy?!' His face scrunched up into a scowl. `It's disgusting just thinking about it.'

Harry raised an invisible eyebrow in question. What was the other boy's problem?? He appeared to be having a fit on his broom. He shook his head. He knew what Draco's problem was, and he fully intended to make it worse. It wouldn't be too hard - ahem - difficult to get him off of the broom. He smirked and opened the box of Quidditch equipment that Draco had conveniently forgotten to take out.

`Let's see…he looks like he'd want a Bludger first…' And so, a Bludger was what Harry released. It immediately sensed him and darted for his head, but Harry ducked and let it fly over to Malfoy.

The blonde never even saw it coming.

`Something isn't….eh?'

“I see you finally decided to leave your beauty sleep.”

`Fuck.'

“What am I doing in here with you of all people, Potter?” he said, wincing as a bit of pain flooded behind his eyes.

Harry's eyes were playful as they danced wickedly. “I saved you. That Bludger could have done some serious damage, you know that Malfoy? Lucky you fell off your broom.” He paused for a moment and thought about that. “Why did you fall off of your broom, anyway?”

Draco thought about that for a moment. He had fallen off of his broom? The last thing he remembered was unwillingly replaying their wild sex in his head. He hissed. Bad thought.

“Hey, are you okay there, Miss?”

`“Miss?!”'

“Would you shut up? Your Golden Boy lines are making my headache worse.” If he didn't know better, he'd have said that Harry was fighting back a laugh. He hit at the brunette's arm. “I said `shut up.'”

“You know, I could help you with your headache. I have learned one or two charms for pain since I started the class.”

`Dammit. I should have done that first thing.' Draco grabbed for his wand.

Harry was thoroughly amused. Draco hadn't been hit by the Bludger, he knew that much. What had happened was that he'd been careless and was caught by an updraft, thus falling off of the flying contraption. Harry filed that information away for later use.

He watched as Draco reached for his wand. When the blonde stopped cold and turned to him, a suspicious look on his face, Harry's face cracked into a smirk. “Looking for this?” he chimed as he held out the other's wand.

“Well, how on earth did you get that?” Draco ground out as he narrowed his eyes. “Give it here.”

“No.”

`Of all the nerve of that git…'

“Just give me a moment. I can cast a simple charm with your wand. Besides, mine's on the other side of the room.” He grasped Draco's wand, pointed it at the blonde's head, ignored his wince and said, clear as day, “salveo.”

Harry smiled as Draco's face went from pain-stricken to calm. “Better, I see.”

He pursed his lips. This was not good. If he were forced to be in the Savior's company for any longer, he would either rape him or kill him. Possibly even both.

`Shit.' Not a good thought. Draco looked away from Harry's grinning face, putting up a façade of calm arrogance. He would not give in to his hormones.

Harry shook his head. It was time to get things started. Draco wasn't injured (Harry had brilliantly cast a levitation charm on him. He still managed to bump his head on his broom on the way down, though), so Harry thought it perfectly fine to begin screwing the blonde's brains out.

“Say, Malfoy, do you feel any pain on other body parts? That was a pretty big fall you had there.” He touched Draco's shoulder. “Here?”

Draco's silence only encouraged Harry. “How about here? No? What about your leg? Thigh?” He paused, smirking. “How about here?”

Draco whipped his head around so fast that a few perfect strands of hair moved out of place. “What are you doing?!”

“What does it look like I'm doing?”

Harry leaned his face very close to Draco's, rubbing his semi-erect member through his robes in the process. “I said, `what does it look like I'm doing,' Draco…”

It appeared as though the other boy was either paralyzed with anger or lust.

“Well?” he asked as he kneaded the sensitive flesh beneath his palm.

Draco inhaled a shaky breath. “You are treading on unstable ground, Potter.”

`What in the name of Salazar does he think he's doing?!'

“Well, I made you a promise, didn't I?”

Draco ground his teeth to stop from pressing his groin into the other boy's hand and applying more of that delectable pressure. After all, he was a Malfoy. Malfoys never, ever give in. Draco conveniently misplaced the memory of the other night with Harry.

`Damn it all to Hell…'

“Hey! What are yo-” Harry was nearly immediately shut up by the soft lips of the other boy kneading his own.

`Well, it's about bloody time!' Deciding that he would let the blonde believe he had control of the situation, Harry simply sat (or, rather, leaned) back as Draco thoroughly fucked his mouth with his tongue. Still, he didn't want the other to have all the fun, so he raked his teeth ever so softly against the other boy's tongue, sucking deftly on the intrusive organ.

“Dammit, Potter. You planned this…” He trailed off as that delayed groan came past his lips.

“Your point? I don't hear - or feel, for that matter - you complaining.” He licked his lips as he continued to work the hard flesh beneath its prison of cloth.

A gasp was his only reply.

`F-fuck! Looks like he's enjoying this nearly as much as I am…dirty little charlatan.'

And, then…somehow Harry's lips found their way to his neck…and his hands up Draco's robes…

Harry ever so slowly drew away from Draco. Standing up, he grinned impishly, yet devilishly, at him. He knew he had him.

“Coming?”

Draco narrowed his eyes at Potter's choice of words. His dick was aching something painful, and he wasn't about to let the other to run away from him just yet. Thus, he followed him farther into the locker room.

“The showers, Potter?”

“Why, Malfoy, I do believe that you are the smartest bloody person I have ever met! Well done, man!”

“Oh, bugger off.”

“I fully intend on doing so, Malfoy…” He launched himself at the blonde, no more words necessary.

The robe was first. When it was gone, the silver shirt followed it, landing on top of a bench near the wall. All that was left was Draco's pants. Assuming he wasn't wearing underwear, of course.

Beautiful assumption.

Draco watched as Harry stared hungrily at his body before slowly removing his own robes. He couldn't say he was too shocked to find that the other boy was only wearing crimson boxers beneath them. In fact, he was nearly too far-gone to say anything at this point.

“Fuck me.”

…Except, of course, to voice his realization of a rather well endowed Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry took a few steps forward, cornering Draco in the tiled showers. Once the other had completely backed himself into the wall, Harry dipped his head to his ear.

Speaking so that the blonde could just barely hear him, yet feel the intensity in his voice, he whispered, “I promised you, Malfoy. And I always keep my promises.” He took the lobe of the delectable ear into his mouth and worried it between his teeth before dipping his tongue into the shell of the other's ear.

His right hand reached out and turned the knob for hot water while his left trailed a now wet path down Draco's torso. As Harry's hand drifted past the thicket of white-blonde hair and wrapped around Malfoy's rock-hard and weeping cock, Draco let out a mumbled sigh.

He couldn't believe that he was almost giving in to Harry! It was absolutely ridi- ridi-…No. He would not give up.

He thrust himself forward from the wall and, entangling his arms around Harry, he battled with his tongue for control of the situation at…hand. He pulled himself from that oh-so-delicious torment and grazed his teeth along Potter's shoulder. This fight would not be forfeited.

The brunette didn't seem to mind too much when Malfoy circled his nipples, either. He gripped one with his lips and teeth, pinching the other with his fingers.

`I don't think you'll be keeping this promise, Potter.'

“Oh, God, yes!” Harry's `s' trailed off into a hiss of pleasure-pain when the pale boy engulfed his prick in his mouth. He was so stiff that the pressure caused when Draco's hot little mouth enveloped him was almost too much to bear. He nearly came right then. But there was no way he was letting this end that quickly.

Harry's fingers brutally gripped the blonde's hair and shoved him down on his cock, fucking the other boy's mouth for a moment before pulling him off and tackling him to the tiled floor. Both boys groaned and spasmed when he roughly rubbed his pelvis against Draco's. It was so intense and Harry loved it.

“You gonna grind against me all week Po-Potter…unngh…or are we going to get anywhere?”

Harry made a quick and hard thrust against Draco's cock and leaned forward to nip and bite at his neck. There would definitely be a bruise there later. “Don't you want to prolong it, Malfoy?” He moaned, long and slow, now lightly grinding himself against the blonde's inner thigh. “D-don't you want to scream my name as you come all over yourself?”

Malfoy growled. Not only was Golden Boy here tormenting him with words, he was now conveniently avoiding his hard and weeping dick. “Potter…what the fuck do you think…” His mind trailed off as his tip was brutally stroked with a rough thumb, the water and precum softening the cruel pleasure only slightly. He raised his hips, trying to get more of that delicious agony, but only received a sharp bite and suck on his jugular. God, this was almost too much to bear.

“I want to hear you beg and scream.”

The hand that had been torturing his tip suddenly gripped the base of his cock with gentle, yet harsh, strength. All Draco could do was concentrate on that hand as it squeezed him and pulled him, nearly painful in its ministrations, but oh-so good. The words spoken by the Boy-Savior didn't even have time to register as he groaned low and thrust up into that hand as much as he could. This was too cruel.

“Beg me, Draco.”

Just watching this wicked sight would be plenty to compose enough wet dreams to fill every night for the rest of his life. The blonde, squirming beneath him, neck red from attention given by Harry's fiendish tongue and teeth, arching into his fist with abandon. Oh God. Nothing could be hotter. Nothing. Except hearing the other boy beg to have his ass fucked, beg to be fucked and filled, dripping from the inside out with cum.

Oh, yes. Nothing could be hotter, and when, without realizing, Draco finally gave in and demanded, begged, pleaded to be fucked, Harry couldn't help but oblige him. He tipped Draco further onto his back, lifted his hips to his mouth, and began gently nipping and suckling his ball sac. His hand groped around the shower for something, anything that he could use to lubricate himself and the other boy, and stopped on a bottle of body wash. It was slippery, and would have to do. Pulling the bottle closer to him, his tongue swept out to caress the puckered pink hole that he would soon be filling.

When he felt that warm, wet appendage swiping against his ass, Draco's muscles spasmed, his arms reaching down to Harry's head to keep it there. The tongue obliged him, pressing more forcefully, becoming more frantic and curious. It licked its way back behind his balls, licked up his cock, traveled up his body and circled his nipples, before settling in the hollow of his neck.

Draco's body shivered in disappointment that the sweet agony from his pelvic area was missing, before feeling something large and thick probing him. He had but a moment of apprehension before the large cock was spreading him, stretching him, and the cold substance lubricating it shocked his stinging insides. But the pain was exquisite. It was gratifying and intensified the ache in his groin. Was this what Harry had felt before? God, it was too much!

The other boy stilled inside of him, apparently searching for any sign of discomfort. “Fuck it, Potter! What are you waiting for?!”

That was all Harry needed to hear before he began pounding into that sweet ass, ravaging it with all that he had. His tongue and teeth scraped up Draco's chin and sought out his lips, pleading for entrance. Draco willing opened his mouth, but instead of Harry slipping his tongue into the blonde's mouth, the blonde forced his own tongue into Harry's. He groaned.

The slippery sound of wet bodies on tile harmonized with the sound of Harry's cock pummeling into the tight body beneath him. The foaming bubbles around his dick lightly popped and added a tingling sensation to the fucking. He was addicted.

Harry wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to last, so he pulled Draco's legs around him, gripped the blonde's cock, and simultaneously sucked on his tongue, dragged his fist over his dick, and slammed into his body. He repeated this several times, driving himself and the other crazy.

Draco couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure-pain that the brunette was forcing upon him overloaded his senses and he came hard, the hot liquid pooling and mixing with the water on his stomach. His inner muscled spasmed, and he felt Harry pound more frantically before finally exploding inside of him and collapsing.

They lay there, the magically hot water still cascading down upon them, catching their breath for what seemed an eternity before Harry slipped his soft penis out of Draco.

“Now, why did you fall off your broom, again, Draco?”

Harry's cocky smirk grew at the look of indignation that settled itself onto Malfoy's face. There was only one thing he liked better than tormenting the blonde, and that was fucking him. When he got to do both, well, that was just heaven.

Well, needless to say, Malfoy wasn't too happy about that, but what can I say? I could hardly resist. I even mentioned, after, that he was now quite clean, inside and out. Liquid soap makes for a pretty good lube, I've got to say.

In any case, I need to finish up a few potions that Snape assigned for the break. True, they're not due till classes start again, but the wanker assigned potions that need to stew and be checked on for a week.

At least winter hols weren't a complete waste.

Harry