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Rating: Mature (for dry humping) Board Position: Azka-DAMN Prompt: Hair pulling Word Count: 690 Summary: Harry has a very different detention than he expected. Title: untitled Author: Ashii Black
Harry jumped when he heard a noise behind him. Malfoy stood in the doorway with a smug look on his face. "You're late, Malfoy."
Malfoy glared. "The only reason I'm here in detention is because of you, Potter."
Perhaps Harry would have reacted differently if he were younger, but he was more experienced with Malfoy's annoying insults. He sighed and continued cleaning the enormous shelf in one of the empty Transfiguration classrooms. McGonagall caught them dueling in the Eighth Year dormitory and gave them a week's worth of detention. She seemed to think they needed time alone to work out their differences. She was clearly wrong.
A pair of hands shoved him. Harry spun around to find Malfoy standing in front of him with his hands clenched into fists. "What?"
Malfoy shoved him again. Harry grabbed Malfoy's wrist when his arm shot out again, pushing him against the shelf. His heart was racing, blind with fury. "Are you kidding? We're here because you can't leave me alone. The war is over. Go find someone else to bother."
Malfoy's face twisted and his arm coiled back, poised to strike. Harry acted on instinct; he grabbed a fistful of Malfoy's hair and yanked.
"Fuck you, Potter! Get your hands off me!" Malfoy's hands reached out and pushed at Harry's face, but he was done trying to be nice.
He gripped Malfoy's hair harder and pinned him to the shelf. Malfoy let out a cry. At some point, Harry had leveled out with Malfoy in height, bringing them face to face. They were so close Harry could feel Malfoy's breath on his face. "Are you doing this for attention? If so, you've got it. What do you want?"
Malfoy's eyes widened. Harry braced himself for a punch with Malfoy's free hand but it didn't come. Instead, Malfoy surged forward and crashed their lips together.
Harry barely had time to react before Malfoy pulled away and actually punched him in the nose. He gasped in pain, releasing Malfoy's hair and clutched his face. This was not where he saw this detention going. "What are you playing at, Malfoy?"
Without warning, Malfoy pushed Harry against a nearby desk, nearly knocking it over. He growled and kissed Harry again.
This time, Harry was prepared. For what, he wasn't sure. His hands gripped Malfoy's hair again and he responded to the kiss, opening his mouth to Malfoy's tongue. Malfoy climbed on top of Harry, straddling his hips and pressed his body flush to Harry's. He could feel the outline of Malfoy's cock through his trousers and that thought excited Harry more than he thought it ever could.
His body moved of its own accord. Harry canted his hips, his own prick rock hard. He yanked on Malfoy's hair, deepening the kiss, urging him to keep moving.
Malfoy seemed to pick up on the hint because he began to rock back and forth. Harry let out a moan at the friction. He wanted nothing more than to rip Malfoy's clothes off, to fuck him. That thought was equally terrifying and exciting. A knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter until it broke and he saw stars. He came in his pants, pulling at Malfoy's hair even harder. Malfoy let out a whimper and shuddered.
He released his hand from Malfoy's hair and adjusted, trying not to fall off the desk. Harry snuck a glance at Malfoy, who looked completely disheveled and thoroughly debauched. His lips were swollen and his cheeks were pink. His hair was a complete mess, sticking up at odd angles.
"Er."
"Eloquent as always, Potter." Malfoy climbed off Harry and performed a cleaning spell on them. He turned and returned to cleaning the shelf.
Harry stared at Malfoy. What just happened? "Why did you do that?"
Malfoy looked back at him with an unfazed expression. "Did you have a problem with it?"
He blinked. "You practically assaulted me."
"You didn't answer the question, Potter."
Harry was silent. He didn't want to know the answer to that question himself, so he began to clean the shelf as well.
They finished their detention without another word.
