Short Stories

Is it just sex?

"Don't fucking stop!" Draco growled at Harry.

Harry had his hands tangled through Draco's blonde hair. Pulling Draco's head back he watched the pale mans back bow. The curve leading to Draco's toned ass, the sight making him plow into him quicker, loosing his pace and rhythm to desire and need.

Harry felt Draco orgasm before he heard him yell out his name. The clenching around Harry's cock brought him to his own release.

Harry fell beside Draco once he was done. As soon as Harry pulled out of Draco, the blonde fell to his stomach and sighed.

"Thanks Potter, I needed that." Draco said half asleep.

"Whatever Malfoy." Harry clipped back eyes drooping closed.

----Few hours later--------

"Malfoy, get up." Harry yelled while shoving the body next to him.

"What the fuck Potter?" Was the grumbled response back.

"It's time to get back to our dorms before people start getting up." Harry quipped back as he was getting dressed.

"Fine. Fine Potter." Draco mummbled. He slowly got out of the bed and got dressed too.

"We gonna do this again?" Draco asked as the snuck out of the ROR.

"Sure Malfoy. It's just sex." Harry shrugged towards Draco.

"Yeah just sex." Whispered Draco as he walked away from the brown haired, green eyed man.

Harry turned to watch Draco walk down to the dungeons. He couldn't help but smile at the slight limp Draco had walking away.

Over the last few days Harry has caught Draco looking at him, and each time he sees a glimpse of something other than lust in his eyes. Each time he tries to figure it out what it is, before he can Draco has replaced it with his emotionless mask.

Tired of the looks, and pissed at not being able to read the blonde boy Harry corners him in a dimly lit alcove.

"What the fuck is going on Malfoy?" Harry says as he pushes him against the cold, rough stone wall. "Why the hell do you keep looking at me?"

"Oh I don't know Potter, maybe I want you to fuck me again." Draco said with a shrug.

"Bullshit!" Harry yelled.

"Why do you care Potter." Draco yelled back, violently shoving Harry off of him. "All it is, is sex."

Harry watched as Draco stormed off. Wondering what the fuck he meant. That's all it was. It was just sex.

Harry could help but become obsessed with what Draco said. They have been having sex for 8 months now. That is all they did. Meet, fuck, sleep and go their separate ways.

"When did it change?" Harry mumbled to himself late one night.

It had been three weeks sense he had Draco up against the wall. Three weeks sense the last time he touched the blonde. Felt his soft skin under his finger tips. Breathed in his sent of vanilla and cinnamon.

It has been four weeks sense Harry has felt Draco's body under him. Heard him moan his name in pleasure. Pleasure that he Harry caused, bringing Draco to orgasm because of what he did.

It has been five weeks and Harry couldn't handle it anymore. He needed Draco. Needed to feel his lush skin. Needed to taste him. Needed to hold him.

In those five weeks Harry figured out that he no longer wanted just sex. He was falling for Draco Malfoy and he had no idea what to do next.

Hermione found Harry pacing the common room. She watched him for a good two minutes before she stepped in his way. Not noticing her Harry walked right into her. She braced for the impact, he fell on his ass.