Harry Potter and the book of oneshots (English translation)

Flying hours (Drarry, SMUT)

"[...] Harry Potter catches the Snitch! Gryffindor wins 240:50 against Hufflepuff!"

Everyone around him clapped, but he was looking out for one person in particular.

When he didn't spot him, he sadly hung his head and flew into the changing rooms where his team was already waiting for him.

Everyone congratulated him and his mood immediately improved.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, he left the others to celebrate, ran to his room and wrote a letter to his favourite person.

When he had done that and received a reply, he went down to the dungeons.

There he met Severus Snape and he hugged him directly.

"Congratulations, little one, I am proud of you. But if you're playing against us, feel free to let Draco have the Snitch."

He said and grinned.

"Dream on, dad. Speaking of Dray, where is he anyway? I texted him." He teasingly informed and smiled beatifically.

"He's waiting for you in the Room of Requirement. By the way, he's as happy as I am about your victory. And what did he say again, you have to celebrate the victory appropriately."

Harry turned bright red when he realised the significance of that. And even redder when he realised that Draco had more or less told HIS father WHAT he was going to do to him in the Room of Requirement.

"It's alright, Harry. You don't have to be ashamed of it. Even if, as your father, I didn't really want to know."

Where was that hole in the ground when you needed it!

"Go to Draco's now. I'm sure he's waiting."

The student nodded and gave his father a quick kiss on the cheek before literally fleeing.

The young man reached the desired room and as soon as he had entered, the door closed and a body nestled against him from behind.

Immediately he whirled around and now in turn pressed the blond against the door.

No one crept up on him like that.

"Hmm... I think there's something to celebrate. Don't you think?" he murmured softly into the Slytherin's ear, nibbling lightly.

A shiver ran down Draco's spine and he gasped.

"Yes sir, may I ask a question?"

"Hmm... since I already know what your question is, no. And yes, you get to choose what we do today. Your safeword?" asked Harry harshly at the end.

"Family, sir."

The dark-haired one nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good. Baby boy. Any requests?"

Draco nodded.

"Speak then!"

The Slytherin narrated and in the end he had created a scene.

Harry was a professor and had to watch over an imaginary class while Draco gave him a blow job under his desk. What came next, neither of them really knew yet.

Harry was already sitting behind his desk when the "class" opened the door.

"Read page 267 in the book and give a summary of the first six chapters at the end of the lesson."

Harry instructed the class and watched with satisfaction as the children set to work.

Suddenly warm hands travelled up his inner thighs and then down again as Harry had to suppress a groan.

They couldn't be caught. No way!

Having a student/teacher relationship was already forbidden, but this was something else.

Meanwhile, Draco apparently had no scruples, because all at once the zip of Harry's jeans was down and the garment was pulled up to the back of his knees.

The students looked up when they heard a soft noise. Some shook their heads in confusion and went back to their task.

While Harry read blurrily, line by line, trying convulsively not to let on, Draco licked all along the shaft to the tip.

Once there, he tasted the salty harbinger and now took the whole erection into his sinful mouth.

Harry had to suppress a moan and gasped softly, which the blond took note of with a grin.
But the students had also heard this sound and were now completely confused.

Draco kept sucking and nibbling lightly on Harry's cock and boldly let his fingers wander to the tantalisingly twitching hole, which he massaged extensively.

Harry looked at the clock. Five minutes to go.

"Good class. I'll finish class early. You can go.

Surprised, the students looked into Professor Potter's reddened face and gradually left the classroom.

When the last student closed the door behind him, Harry groaned.

"Merlin, Draco! How dare you give me a blow job in the middle of class!" He groaned and came.

Suddenly two arms wrapped around him from behind.

"But, you liked it, didn't you?" Came the breathy reply.

Harry nodded wearily and turned to the Slytherin.

"You were very good today."

With those words, the scene dissolved and they were back on the bed in the Room of Requirement.

Only now was the Gryffindor able to look properly at the created room.

The warm light from the fireplace illuminated the room and bathed the sofa in front of it in a light grey.

Its soft base was a four-poster cedar bed and the bed linen, now stained white, was a friendly light blue.

"I love you, Draco. My darling."

The blond Slytherin just growled contentedly and snuggled exhaustedly against Harry's bare chest.