Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: R
Category: angst
Notes: Spoilers for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
Warnings: smut
Feedback: Yes please, that would be very nice.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. I borrowed Draco and sullied him, then returned him. These characters belong to JK Rowling. I'm
just playing.
Summary: Draco thinks.
The exhaustion from the day didn't fully sink in until lights out. Draco felt certain he'd never get to sleep after the stellar day he'd had. How was he supposed to sleep? It was the first day of school. His sixth year and he just knew this year would be the best. Despite his family situation, things were going to go his way. They already had on the train ride into Hogwarts.
Potter under his boot heel, blood gushing from his broken nose. So what if the filthy sneak had been found, and brought to Hogwart's so quickly, so what. It had been worth every second of catching that little bastard. Draco chuckled and turned over, yanking his blankets up to his chin. He smirked at the memory of his victory. The train ride to school had promised to be a boring one, only Potter had changed all that.
Draco turned over onto his back and spread his legs, tossing the blanket off with one leg. He couldn't sleep, but he knew what would help.
One hand trailed down his side and he closed his eyes, his thoughts returning to the memory of his head in Pansy's lap. He imagined her hand stroking his hair, then almost laughed out loud when a vision of his boot smashing into Potter's face eclipsed it. Draco managed to stifle his outburst, listening for any signs that he had woken anyone. When there was no noise from the other side of the room, he closed his eyes and slipped his hand down into his pyjama bottoms and stroked his cock.
It didn't take much. The thoughts of Pansy did nothing for him, but the thought of Potter frozen, at his mercy, had an entirely different effect. He stroked himself until he was fully erect and imagined other things he could have done while he'd had Potter helpless. He could have stripped him naked.
Draco smiled and nodded, his eyes squeezed tight as he jerked himself hard and groaned quietly. He reached down and tugged the blanket up to cover himself, spread his legs wide. Draco could have used the spell that would have vanished Harry's clothes and when somebody had found Potter, the humiliation would have been so much better than a bloodied nose and a strange position.
Draco slipped his free hand under his shirt and pinched a nipple, pressing his head hard into the pillow. Better and much more humiliating, he could have stripped Potter by hand, taken those filthy muggle clothes off by hand, forcing the 'Chosen one' to endure Draco's touch.
This thought made him smirk and his cock jumped in his fist. Draco pressed his arse into the mattress as he furiously jerked himself, imagining taking each article of clothing off Potter and tossing it out the window of the moving train. He pictured Potter's shirt being sucked away. Then he imagined removing Potter's trousers and throwing them out after the shirt, taunting the immobilised figure as Potter watched in horror.
Draco squeezed his eyes tightly and bit his tongue to stifle his shout as he came all over his furiously pumping fist. After he'd milked himself of every last drop, he collapsed in a heap, sweat beading on his brow. He licked his upper lip.
Draco froze, and swallowed hard, his eyes opened in horror at the realisation of what he'd been thinking.
The room was silence. Draco could see nothing but darkness. The night only knew his dreams, and that was how it would stay.
END