Sex Magic Continued

Chapter 18

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Before beginning please thank the author VelvetBlood for the story this is NOT MINE. And all credit goes to them. I saw some parts from 15-20 were missing so I posted 15-20 I do hope they do not mind.

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Harry was very tempted to refer to that November as "The Best Month Ever." Despite its rocky beginning, the last three weeks were incredibly pleasant. Any month where Malfoy was sucking him off three days a week was a good month indeed.

At first Mason had allowed them free reign to learn and explore all of the quirks of this new, exciting step with their partners. Harry learned that Malfoy was ticklish right along the trail of hair leading down from his navel, that he produced an great deal of noise when he was really worked up, and that from the right angle his ribcage went incredibly concave when he was sucking in deep breaths after coming very hard.

It was easy to forget about Dumbledore's manipulation, the upcoming war and Voldemort. For one month they were just two normal, horny teenage boys exploring their sexuality and each other.

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"All righ', line up here, all a' yeh!"

They did, huddling together and chuffing their hands as they did so. It was a clear, bitterly cold Tuesday morning and everyone was doing their fair share of grumbling. Harry cupped his gloved hands in front of his face and blew into them, the warm puff of air washing over his cold cheeks. He stared at the green and gray stripes of Draco's scarf in front of him, wishing he could bury his face in it.

Hagrid was talking about some bunny-like magical creature with pure white fur that only came out during the winter months when there was a blanket of snow on the ground. They were going to hunt for it today.

"Yeh can tell 'em by their eyes. Red as rubies, they are. Or blood. Eh... Tha' reminds me, don't go reachin' fer 'em too fast."

More groans at that. Harry continued to stare at the back of Draco's head as a weak breeze ruffled his hair. Draco shivered, and Harry longed to take the one step forward that would bring them into contact. Draco shifted on one foot almost imperceptibly, shifting the minutest bit in Harry's direction. Harry closed his eyes and pictured stepping forward, pressing himself along Draco's back and burying his face in his warm neck, inhaling...

He heard Draco's faint gasp and felt the slightest bit warmer. He hadn't been aware of moving, but suddenly Draco's wool coat was scratching briefly across his chest. He opened his eyes and saw that he hadn't moved. Draco was swaying noticeably, leaning back into him. Harry felt a moment of panic and looked around, but no one else seemed to have noticed. Suddenly aware of something brushing his hand, he looked down and saw Draco's gloved fingers curling around his. Biting his lip and taking another quick peek around, he took Draco's fingers in his palm and gave them a brief squeeze.

Draco squeezed back and took another small step backward. Harry caught his breath and released Draco's hand, where it dropped onto his thigh and he had to fight not to let out a squeak. Warm radiated out from Draco, spreading along Harry's front and making him want to groan and wrap his arms around Draco. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, his chest brushing Draco's back for a tantalizing instant.

And then Draco leaned back even further, pressing himself solidly against Harry and letting out a tiny groan as he pushed back into Harry's groin.

That got everyone's attention. Suddenly every pair of eyes was on them, including Hagrid's. Harry felt Draco go stiff and then jerk away as he realized what had happened. He swallowed hard, looking at Hermione and seeing her face slack with shock. He glanced at Ron and saw his expression flicking between disbelief, anger and disgust. Harry's cheeks blazed despite the cold.