Title: Wizard Sutra
Summary: Draco discovers some interesting literature in the prefects' bathroom and has some fun at Harry’s expense. Harry, not to be outdone, retaliates.
Warnings: language, slash, sexual situations
Total word count: 1,250
Original prompt request number: 71
First prompt at link
Disclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Time and setting: Sixth year Hogwarts. Harry and Draco are both students and Snape is still alive. (Oh, how I miss “the good old days”.)
Author's notes: Thank you to gin_biscuit who supplied such a fun prompt. I hope you enjoy my take on the prompt. As requested, I added: the loo, sex-magic book, and porridge. A huge thank you to my wonderful beta – she was able to deal with a very flaky author. I would also like to thank A for working with me as well. A final thank you to the mods of this incredible fest. This was so much fun.
Beta(s): xx_merlin and norton_gale
Being a prefect or a Quidditch captain had advantages. Fortunately for Draco, he was both. The beginning of the Slytherin’s sixth year had begun rather festively. To watch Harry Potter being utterly humiliated by Snape in double Potions was sheer bliss! The only thing that could top that was getting the password to the prefects' bathroom.
The stone marble was a cool greeting to Draco’s feet, but the warmth of the air was a welcoming contrast. After waiting five years to have a bathroom worthy of a Malfoy, Draco found himself exploring every nook and cranny of the room. Scanning the area, he found an armoire stocked with white towels – towels that might have been even softer then his own at the Manor. Each towel had students' names embroidered in their house color: Draco and Pansy in green, Padma and Terry in blue, Hannah and Justin in yellow; and Ron, Hermione, and Harry in red. Upon reading Potter’s name, Draco groaned. He had forgotten that this year the Quidditch captains had also been granted bathroom access.
Not letting that minor irritation dampen his mood, Draco grabbed his towel, removed his clothing, and went to soak in the bath. After sitting and trying to make himself cosy, he found a magazine rack within reach. He had found the latest editions of the Daily Prophet and Wizard Weekly, but continued to search for something more interesting. Pulling out a worn leather book, he opened the first page to read Wizard Sutra.
“It exists!” the blond eagerly exclaimed. Flipping the pages, he continued reading. “In these pages you will find, tips and techniques that will dazzle your mind. From virgin to Jezebel, this will help you advance, and even the most unlikely will let you in their pants.”
Bang, bang bang.
Distracted from the book, Draco looked up towards the noise.
"Malfoy, this isn't your personal spa!" the voice shouted from behind the door. "You need to share it with other people."
Easily recognizing the voice as Potter's, Draco replied, "I can tell that you were never taught proper manners, but, seeing as my time allotment is about to come to a close, I will be out momentarily."
Draco closed the book, then with an evil grin, reopened the text, flipped a few pages, and left it right next to the stairs to the bath. Clothed only in a white towel, he sauntered into the prefects' sitting room.
As Draco entered the room, Harry noticed that the white towel had the name "Harry" on it.
"Real nice, Malfoy," Harry hissed.
"Like that, Potty?" Draco could barely keep himself from laughing hysterically. "I left a little something for you in there. Thought you could use some pointers for all the nights you're alone." Harry walked out of the sitting room and entered the bath.
As Harry slipped into the tub, he noticed the book Draco had referred to. The Wizard Sutra was opened to a page highlighting stroke techniques for masturbation as well as hand-free stimulation.
With a grin, Harry laughed as an idea developed in his head.
The next day, Draco and the Slytherins sombrely trudged into the locker room. They had lost the first match of the Quidditch season to Ravenclaw. At least it wasn't to Gryffindor, Draco thought soberly. As he began to peel his sweat-soaked uniform off his body, he opened his locker and found it in disarray.
"Who the fuck's been messing with my locker?" he bellowed.
"Malfoy ... it wasn't us, we were with you," Goyle uttered in defence.
Reaching in to get his clothes, Draco pulled his hand back in revulsion. "What the hell!"
He retracted his hand, pulling out a white towel with his name on it. As he tried to rid his hand of a familiar substance, which he knew wasn't porridge; a piece of paper fell to the floor. Draco opened the folded sheet, Malfoy. Thanks for the great read and the use of your towel.
In controlled anger, he pointed his wand at the towel and note. Draco softly uttered, "Incendio." Once the objects began to burn, he left the locker room.
Several weeks later
Draco was bored. He was bored with his classes, he was bored with Quidditch, and he was bored of harassing Potter. As annoying as he found the golden boy of Gryffindor, he was tired of trying to "one up" Potter. After the boys' first run-in at the prefects' bathroom, it became routine for them to pass one another each week. Draco would find an embarrassing sexual technique and write some foul message to accompany it. Harry would respond the following day with his own note placed into Draco's Quidditch locker.
This time, Draco placed a note next to a picture of fellatio. I bet you wish Weasel-boy would go down on you like this!
Harry responded with, No, but your mother was a perfect substitute.
As Draco flipped through the book, an entry caused him to pause. Find your perfect sexual partner. Unable to resist the temptation, he read the spell’s instructions. Keeping his mind on the task at hand, Draco secured the 'milk' needed for the spell. Concentrating on the sample in his hand, he pointed his wand at the milky white substance. "Amore perfection".
The liquid transformed into a picture of Harry Potter. Loosing his own desire, he left the book open to the same page and enclosed a note. "I'm curious to find out your results."
Harry's note: My result: Draco Malfoy
When Draco had first seen Harry's face in his come, he was repulsed. After thinking more and more about Harry, he found his body contradicting his mind. His cock was hard at the thought of the Gryffindor Quidditch captain naked. With every image his mind presented to him, Harry on top of him, riding him, he knew he had to have Harry.
All week long, he had waited in anticipation for their weekly passing. All week long, both boys had been caught gazing at the other. Today, Harry was sitting on the marble steps near the oversized bath when Draco walked into the room.
"You're early," Draco stated.
"Am I? I kind of thought it was fitting for me to join you today ... seeing the results of the partner spell and all. I kind of got the impression that we should test out its revelation," the brunet stated with a wide grin.
Damn it, why'd he have to look so fucking hot, Draco thought to himself.
Before he even had a moment to respond, Harry had pulled the blond on top of him. Lips pressed together, tongues exploring, the boys used their bodies to learn every inch of the other. Draco had found himself straddling Harry, his cock rubbing against the other, with his hips rocking back and forth, Harry's cock continued to grow and lengthen. The sensations were driving both boys to ecstasy. Their hips continued to grind together until both spilled their warm liquid. Rolling onto a cold area of marble, both boys tried to breathe normally.
"Fuck!" Draco exclaimed.
"We kind of just did." Harry laughed. "Pretty impressive and I didn't even get to bury myself inside you."
"We have to save something for next time." Draco grinned evilly.
"Yeah, and I can't wait to use some of the ideas from that book."
Draco rolled closer to Harry. "Well, maybe we could start now."