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The street was like any other in the small town of Little Whinging. All the houses looked the same. Bright sunlight peaked from the east, warming the busy concrete street. Teenaged children walked together in packs, donning their Smeltings or secondary school uniforms. They passed by number four Privet Drive, some staring and some pointing to the boy sitting alone on the stoop.
”That’s the one!”
“Bender!”
“Pillow-biter!”
Harry Potter propped his head on his fists, glaring back at everyone who looked at him. It was not his fault he could not control himself, as hard as he tried. He was deceptively beautiful, angrily staring back at a world that had treated him so unfairly. To look at him, it was easy to imagine him perfectly innocent, if only that were true. He had a very pretty face, set with bright-green eyes and bow-shaped lips. The summer’s growth spurt that had stretched and emphasized his coltish legs and knobby knees, made him look more like a gangly, awkward teenager.
“Get in the car.”
“Can’t, it’s locked,” he said without looking up. He would have been inside the car long ago if it was open. He hated everyone pointing out the Slut of Smeltings to their friends.
Vernon Dursley snagged the boy by the arm and dragged him over to the car. “Get in, sit down, shut up and don’t speak,” he warned, thrusting Harry into the back of the car and buckling his belt for him. “No whining.”
“Yes, Uncle Vernon,” Harry murmured under his breath the moment Vernon settled into his seat.
“What did I tell you?”
Harry shrugged and flinched at the large hand threatening to smack the side of his head. “They’ll help you with that, too. It was highly recommended for sort like you. Never again will you discredit our family name with your backtalk and boy-touching.” Vernon was slightly more than agitated this morning. He had hoped it would not come to this moment.
“I’m not trying to ruin—” Another threatening hand. Harry shushed himself.
“Do you honestly want me to come back there, boy?” Vernon’s angry words were minced with concern. All he wanted was a normal nephew. When he and his wife had taken the poor boy in they tried their hardest to keep him from growing up like his mother and father; unemployed alcoholics who drained the family fortune without a thought.
Harry shook his head quickly. It simply was not worth exerting any more energy over another pointless argument when he knew he’d more than likely need it when they arrived at his new school.
“I am trying to stay calm, you little ponce. Do. Not. Speak.”
Harry was newly enrolled in the last place he ever thought he’d be: St. Brutus’s Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys. He had been threatened to be sent to the facility so many times throughout his life that he almost thought it didn’t really exist. He thought it was some myth that parents told their children about to keep them from sneaking out of bed at night. But it was real and he was going.
The drive seemed to last too long, at first. Harry anxiously fidgeted in his seat to watch the heavy traffic thin out. Industrial buildings surrounding his town slowly disappeared only to be replaced by a thick forest of trees.
Harry was a nance—A right shirt-lifter. That was what he had been labelled early on by everyone, but it was so fucking true. There was something to say about his love for the niceties of being so naughty, it was boundless. Not that he had ever really done ‘it’ to completion. He was, in fact, still very much a virgin. It was the thrill of kissing and petting, sitting in large boys’ laps and letting them play with him that made the punishments so well worth it. Unfortunately, he had a rather bad habit of getting caught each and every time.
He traced his finger over the small lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead, one of the three distinctive things he did a lot of when he was nervous. He had attained it on impact, at the very same moment he lost both of his parents to a car accident so many years back.
He watched the sunlit sky turn gloomy. The forest seemed to swallow them up. The endless weave of thick branches twined overhead, covering the path of the road and darkened their view. Suddenly, the car ride had gone by much too fast.
“We’re almost there. I want you to promise me you’ll work on these issues, boy.”
Harry bobbed his head up and down hastily.
“This place cost me an arm and a leg to get you into. They’re going to help you learn to deal with your….h-h-hhhhomosexuality.” Vernon cleared his throat with a heavy cough as if the word had left residue on the back of his tongue. “It may not cure you, but you’d better goddamned well stop wiggling your little arse in the air every time a man looks at you for too long. You think Dudley hasn’t told me about school? He can’t beat the boys chasing after you fast enough. He was so worried, couldn’t keep up with your sneaking off.”
Harry mouthed an apology, hoping it was good enough and not too much. The last thing he needed was another threat of a smack.
Vernon gave him a weak smile through the rear-view mirror as the outline of a large facility cut through the forest and came into view. “Now don’t fret,” he said lightly, feeling a slight pang of guilt as he watched Harry’s tanned skin drain pale before his eyes. “This place is top notch. You’ll receive a wonderful education here. They’ll work on this freakishness your parents have cursed you with. It’s not your fault, boy. I hear this er…this gay thing you have contracted is actually in your genetics or something like that. They’ll teach you how to control it here.”
Harry gave him a nod before craning his neck to look the school over. The building was large, ancient and quite intimidating. Thick ropes of ivy dripped from the outer walls. The gloomy, castle-like feel of it sent shivers down Harry’s spine. There was evil abroad, he could sense as much; something wicked was in the air.
They pulled into the entranceway and Harry gasped, eyeing two men dressed in black standing by the side of the drive. They were signalling them to stop. He sat back in his seat and his thumb flew into his mouth. He sucked on the pad, desperately wishing the car would swallow him up.
Vernon stepped out of the car and shook the each man’s hand before opening the door and waving Harry out. “Thank you for greeting us, Professor Snape, Mr Riddle. This is my nephew, Harry,” said Vernon, resting his hand on the discomfited boy’s shoulder. “Harry, Mr Snape is your new headmaster. Mr Riddle is-”
“I’m a student here,” Tom Riddle replied to Vernon. His long lashed, velvet-brown eyes were on Harry.
Feeling the tall boy burning holes through his clothing, Harry could not help but glance up Riddle’s way. He met his leering glance, fluttering and fanning his own thick brush of black eyelashes. He shifted around and stood straight-backed to give the handsome young man a better view of his body. But the hand on his shoulder tightened. Harry snapped from his reverie and hunched back into submission while his uncle and the headmaster conversed.
“Mr Riddle is graduating this term but has agreed to stay on to help assist me with the boys. He has such a wonderful influence on them. He’s so intelligent and gifted. He’s going to be a doctor. So, as of now, he’ll be at my side when he’s not in classes to learn the coaching methods he was so fond of when he first arrived.”
Harry detected a small amount of sarcasm in the man’s voice. Try as he might though, he had no idea what it meant. Snape was an odd bloke. He was not at all as classy as his previous headmaster or even half as interesting. His dark suit had several small grease stains around the lapel. His thick curtain of inky-black hair hung limply around his face, covering a great deal of his expression. He was unreadable and that did not agree with Harry at all.
“Well, that is just wonderful. Congratulations, Riddle. I certainly hope you can work Harry into your schedule,” said Vernon eagerly.
Riddle stood a good head taller than Harry and was impeccably outfitted - and absolutely one-hundred percent homosexual. That much was a certainty. Harry could almost smell the amorous aroma of lust exude from his pale skin. But as handsome as Tom was, he too was a mystery. His eyes were devoid of emotion; replicating Snape’s. Both men gave Harry a mild creepy sensation that crawled up and down his spine.
“I will certainly find the time to work him into my schedule, Mr Dursley,” Tom replied, and Harry was positive this time that he understood the hidden meaning behind the twinge in his voice.
“Would you like to walk with us while we introduce your nephew to the other students, sir? I do understand the drive was a long one and that you have to return to work. It would be no bother if you haven’t got the time. He is in good hands now,” said Snape.
Vernon gave Harry’s shoulder one final squeeze. “I really must be going. I’ll have missed a half day’s work by the time I get back. Harry, grab your bags from the boot.”
Without a word, Harry moved to the back of the car. He reached in but stopped, feeling the warmth of the tall boy behind him bend him over into the boot. “Let me get those for you.” Tom’s body moulded around his as he wrenched the two pieces of luggage out of the car. “Come on, follow me,” he said, giving Harry a lovely smile.
“Good bye, Uncle Vernon,” Harry mouthed, looking behind him and waving as he followed Tom over to the side of the school.
Vernon wagged a finger at him, but smiled. “Remember what I said, Harry. No. Problems.”
Harry pushed back the mental image of what was to come and nodded. “No problems, sir.”
“Oh my God!” Seamus Finnigan ran down the hallway toward the dormitories. He had caught a glimpse of the new boy and could not wait to let everyone know about it. He slid on his socks into the last and largest dormitory room, coming to a halt on the side of his bed. “He’s here. He’s bloody gorgeous. I saw him first!”
Several heads popped up from their pillows. Everyone turned their attentions to the empty bed that had been made up the day before, signalling to them that they were getting a new roommate. The bed was smack-dab-in-the-middle-of Riddle’s and Draco Malfoy’s, one of the seven boys who currently resided in the dormitory. Draco pumped his arm in victory. “I was hoping he’d be hot. Exactly how hot is he?”
“Sexy fucking-hot, Draco. Pretty, really long legs, he’s skinny, got lips that look like they can suck all night,” mumbled Seamus, until a pillow hit him in the face. “What?”
Neville Longbottom shrugged at him as he retrieved his pillow from the floor. “You’re not supposed to talk that way. You’re going to get us all into trouble again.”
“I’m not looking to get another dose of ‘Straightjacket Day’,” added Cedric Diggory, who was hugging his knees on his bed glaring up at Seamus. “Shut up about sex, especially when he gets here.”
Draco sat over the side of his bed and raked his fingers through his hair. “�Discretion is key, Cedric. Never let Snape hear you talking about sex and you won’t get into as much trouble.”
“I know what discretion is, idiot! I wasn’t even talking about sex. I said Cormac had a nice smile and BAM—I’m in the Quiet Room for a day and a half again. I can’t take this sodding school anymore.” The Quiet Room was the least of anyone’s worries. Cedric, being quite new himself, had no idea how much detail went into the punishments of Snape’s private school for troubled youth.
It was true that at one time the school held actual incurably criminal boys and to some extent it still did. But now the majority of males were either simple troublemakers from wealthy families who had been expelled from every other school in Britain or homosexual boys from wealthy families who did not wish for this behaviour to continue.
“Will you all kindly shut the hell up?” Ronald Weasley glared around the room before stuffing his head between his pillow and the mattress. “Thank you, going back to sleep.”
The seventh boy to currently reside in the room, Blaise Zabini, whose bed sat closest to the door, looked back at everyone with a finger over his lips. “Riddle’s coming!”
All six boys pulled their duvets up to their chins and closed their eyes as the large shadow of the headmaster’s favourite entered the room before him. “And this is where you’ll be sleeping. That’s your bed right there. And so ends our little tour. I hope I haven’t bored you to tears.”
Draco felt his jaw hit the floor. Tom Riddle, who was pretending to now be Mr Straight-as-a-fucking-arrow was clearly and openly flirting with the new boy in front of the others.
“No, it was great. Thanks.”
“If you want to settle in there’s a changing room down here, you can keep all your belongings there. Uniforms are to be worn during class time and therapy sessions, but besides that those jeans and t-shirts you’re used to wearing are fine. C’mon, I’ll show you where to put your things.”
Draco opened an eye but it was much too dark to get a clear image of him. With a sigh, he settled back into bed to wait for the bell.
“Er,” Harry looked himself over in the floor-length mirror, hating the school uniform more than anything he could ever remember. He yanked at the hem of his navy knee pants, wishing they were just a tick longer to cover up the knobbiness of his knees. “This is awful,” he mumbled, eyeing Tom’s reflection.
“Personally, I’ve always thought it was a humiliation tactic.” Tom undressed and redressed into his uniform and stood beside the pretty boy in front of the mirror. “I suppose we do look quite silly but it’s only for the summer months. We’ll be able to wear trousers by the end of October.” He helped Harry adjust his school tie and button his cuffs. Harry admired his simple dedications at such an early hour. Perhaps Tom was not as bad as he first thought.
“Why are you here? I mean, I can tell you’re gay, but uh…I mean, you look really smart, like you could outsmart people into thinking that you’re straight,” he asked, curious, watching the tall boy squirm around in front of the mirror.
Tom shrugged. “Never mind that; why don’t you tell me why your uncle dragged you out here so many weeks after the school year has started? Did you get expelled from somewhere else?”
Harry gave a quick nod. “I got into very big trouble with my headmaster. I was sitting on his lap.”
Tom fiddled with his tie as he glanced Harry’s way. “That doesn’t sound too terrible.”
Harry flushed a bright shade of pink. “Well, I was sort of getting him off when his secretary walked in on us.”
Tom blinked. “I see. So you fancy older men, then?”
Harry cringed but said it, thinking it might do more good than harm. “I fancy big men. Professor Lupin was massive - if you get my gist.”
“Okay…” Tom smacked his lips, feeling his mouth begin to water.
Harry looked him over again under proper lighting. He was very tall, broad in the shoulders, lean; gorgeously perfect—definitely a big man.
Tom cleared his throat through a shiver. His careful mask began to slip while his eyes travelled over Harry once more. “And you got expelled for enjoying great - big - Fuck, that’s hot.”
The buzzing sound of a school bell filled the room, causing Harry to jump. He was certain Tom was about to kiss him. His eyes seemed to glaze over at that moment and he fell back into his emotionless posture. “That’s the morning bell. No one is to get up until it sounds. Once you get up you immediately dress and groom yourself before class. Bathing is only to be done at night, as to prevent us from masturbating in our beds and hiding the evidence.” There was no sarcasm or humour in Tom’s voice. Harry got the impression that what he said rang as true as the bell blaring in his ears. If only Vernon had stayed on for the tour to hear that one, he thought to himself.
The changing room began to fill up. Several boys filed in and moved to their lockers to retrieve their uniforms. Harry stepped back into the corner of the room as he looked them over. Tom remained at his side, with his eyes locked onto him.
“Oho!”
The sound startled Harry and he turned toward it. Six boys, looking around his age, stood in a pile and stared blatantly back at him. “These are our dorm mates,” Tom whispered into his ear while flashing the boys a triumphant smile.
Draco, nearly as tall as Riddle, wiped away the line of drool from his lip, forgetting to swallow as he looked over the new boy. He hardly noticed the competitive façade Tom was giving off.
“Harry, this is Blaise, Neville, Seamus, Cedric, Ronald and *cough* Draco. Everyone, this is Harry Potter. He’s one of our sort, so please refrain from getting him into any trouble and not talk about you-know-what in front of him!”
All six boys nodded in unison and moved on to their lockers to dress. Tom watched with contempt as Harry’s eyes followed the gorgeous blond-haired boy as he sauntered away. Pulling him out of the changing room and pointing down the hall, he kept a firm grip on the new boy’s wrist as they began walking to class.
“You should know that Draco is not to be trusted. He’s gotten every new boy in trouble within their first week. Neville, Cedric and Blaise have been here less than a year and Draco has managed to get them all into serious- and I mean very serious trouble. Professor Snape will not tolerate any deviance.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Harry, who was looking down at his wrist and wincing from the vice-grip the tall boy had on him.
Tom ushered him into the last classroom on the left. Harry froze as he looked around the room. It was clearly not any average classroom. Every desk had thick leather straps attached to the backs of the seat. The walls were padded, the floors made of some sort of thick rubber.
“It’s only a precaution, mostly for the west wingers. Getting into trouble does not get you taken out of class here. You’ll be forced to pay attention and promptly punished thereafter. And might I suggest if you do find yourself staring up at the orderlies, do yourself a favour and go limp. There’s no sense fighting them.”
Harry shivered with worry. This was the first real sign he had seen that made him realise he was in a facility for troubled youth and not necessarily another school. “Do people get into trouble often?”
“Here,” Tom winked at him and shoved all of the papers resting on the desk beside him onto the floor. “Sit here by me. And, yes, there’s always someone in trouble. Professor Snape is very strict. I’d suggest not getting on his bad side.”
The rest of the boys entered the classroom and took their seats. Neville gasped, seeing his papers strewn about on the floor and glared at Harry. “What have you done?”
Harry’s hand flew to his mouth. He shoved his thumb between his lips and shook his head vehemently. He rose to gather them. Tom stopped him. “You pick them up or tomorrow’s pipe cleaning will be as unpleasant as last week’s.” His cheery voice had darkened considerably.
Neville quickly apologised as he retrieved his work.
“Good morning, boys. Pay attention now.” A man entered the room and took his seat behind his desk. His lengthy dark hair was tied back. Harry thought he looked quite fetching that way. The man locked onto him and tipped his head. He threw back a weak smile.
“I see we have a new student. You must be Harry. I’m Professor Sirius Black. Just pay attention and don’t cause any outbursts and we’ll get on smashingly. Oh, and take your thumb out of your mouth.” Harry gave him a quick nod and dropped his hands into his lap. Sirius, again, tipped his head at the obedience.
Given instruction to open their history textbooks to page one hundred thirty-four, the lesson began and all voices remained perfectly silent. Harry thoughtfully listened to the soft, sweeping voice of his teacher. He stole several quick glances at him, putting the voice to the face, the face to the large, manly hands, watching the man tilt back in his chair with his legs splayed completely open. It was nearly too much to bear.
As he made a mental list of all the potentially ‘big men’ he had so far seen, a wad of paper smacked Harry upside the head and fell on the desk. He snapped around and caught Draco looking back at him wagging his eyebrows. Harry gaped at him and returned his eyes to his text as he smoothed out the paper. Sure enough, it was a note:
Meet me in the changing room after dinner
He crumpled it up hoping no one had seen it. He had to admit he was extremely intrigued, even with the warning he’d been given about how dangerous this boy was. Maybe he would go just to see what he wanted. There’s no harm in that.
It seemed Harry shared all of his classes with his dormitory mates. There was another group of students who also attended. Tom had told him they were from a dormitory in the west wing. The west wing housed the criminals and troublemakers, whereas the east wing housed all the homosexuals and whatever else was left that had not earned a title.
The final class of the afternoon was purely study-time, where students worked on whatever homework they had yet to complete. Harry sat uneasily in his chair as Tom went over more rules he needed to memorise and follow.
“So what you’re saying is… let me get this right,” he paused for a moment to refrain from laughing out loud, “Everyone in our dormitory is gay and yet there is to be no talking, touching or looking at one another at any time?”
Tom smiled. “That’s exactly right.”
“So, you’re telling me that you enforce these rules? You’ve been looking at me since I got here. And er… you’ve touched me a few times, too.” Harry shrugged at his own candour but he could not help but point out the obvious.
Without reaction, Tom looked him in the eye. “I have not.”
“Yes, you have - on my bum once, even,” said Harry, in a slightly more agitated voice. “I’m not that thick. I can tell when a bloke wants more than conversation from me. It’s why I’m here.”
“I think you’re mistaken, pretty baby.” Tom’s hand found its way onto the boy’s bare knee. Harry gasped and looked down at the long, thin fingers that roamed and caressed his inner thigh. He remained stoic. “Maybe you should just shut-the-fuck-up and enjoy it.”
Feeling his heart begin to thump and blood race to his groin, Harry whipped his head around in worry. Professor Snape was in the room, pacing around the boys to check on their progress. “Stop it,” he pleaded on Tom’s shoulder, suppressing the urge to bite down on the clothed flesh brushing against his lips. “You’re going to get me into trouble.” He pried the boy’s hand away and shifted to the edge of his chair as Snape slipped in behind him.
“How are getting on, Mr Potter?”
“Just fine, thank you,” he said, keeping his nose in his textbook. Snape exchanged a look with Tom and jerked his head down at Harry.
Tom gave him a nod in understanding.
Draco watched the exchange with a groan.
Seamus leaned over to him. “What’s up?”
“They’re going to do Harry today. That fucking bites it. I so wanted to see what I could get out of him before they fucked his head up,” he grumbled, dropping his chin on his fist. “He’s so adorably-hot, too. I’ll bet I could get him to suck me off. Did you see the way he was staring at Riddle’s crotch in chemistry? He’s a complete tart. I want that tart.”
Seamus wagged his eyebrows. “Mhmm, aye, he’s most definitely a tart. Maybe they won’t do him till tonight. Snag him right after class.”
“Yeah, if I can pry him away from Riddle long enough. He hasn’t left his side all day.” Draco glared at the older boy, who, in return, had consistently checked to see whether Draco was watching him with the new boy throughout the afternoon. Tom snaked his tongue out and turned toward Harry, keeping his eyes on Draco while he mimicked licking the side of the boy’s face.
Harry was oblivious to the devilish action. He had grown so nervous after hearing all the rules. He had not dared look up since Snape left his side.
“Oh, that’s just sick,” whispered Seamus. “That bastard gets away with everything. I’m so tired of him and his arse-pounding boyfriend Snape and this bloody-fucking school.”
“I beg your pardon, Mr Finnigan?”
Seamus gasped and the hair on the back of his neck stood straight up. Snape, standing directly behind him, tapped the boy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, sir!” he blurted out in vain.
“Come with me,” said Snape. He turned on his heel and left the room with a very nervous-looking Seamus in tow. Draco sighed.
Snape stopped at the door. “Mr Riddle, your services will be needed directly after class.”
Tom smiled again, although Harry noticed this time that his smile wasn’t as flattering on him as he first thought. It was a twisted, wicked smile, giving Harry a mild crawling sensation over his skin.
The bell rang and everyone stood up to gather their things. “I do believe you have your first therapy session after dinner, Harry. Why don’t you meet me in the dining hall for dinner and I can escort you there myself.”
Harry placed all of his books in his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Sure, thanks.”
Tom gave him one last look-over. He looked pleased. “Not a problem. I’ll see you then,” he said, and left the room.
Harry was the last to leave, uncertain about where he was supposed to go. He stepped into the hall and found it emptying as students disappeared into various rooms without any particular semblance.
“Looking for me?”
“Oh!” he exclaimed, feeling a cool hand clamp down over his shoulder.
Draco pressed his lips against the shell of his ear. “Shh! You don’t want to bring the whole school out here, do you?”
Harry turned to face him. “You scared me.”
“I was hoping I did something else for you, but whatever. C’mon,” he said, curling his fingers around Harry’s wrist and tugging him along. “The changing room’s always deserted after classes.”
They waited quietly next to the door until the last boy turned off the lights and walked out. The moment they entered the dark locker room, Draco guided Harry to the very back and into a corner.
Draco was tall and pale, with shimmering silver-white hair and the lightest-of-grey eyes. His sharp features stimulated every nerve ending in Harry’s body as he stood over him, pushing him into the corner. He was so completely exotic looking, like an angel standing before him ready to sprout wings.
His back collided with the wall. “I’ve heard all about you. You like to get the new boys into trouble.”
Draco propped himself on the wall, placing a hand on either side of the new boy’s face. He leaned in so that their noses nearly touched. “Is that so? I suppose Riddle told you this, hmm?”
“Yeah, that’s so.”
“He’s a cooze, Harry, a real snake. You’ll find out soon enough,” he whispered against the boy’s lips. “Anyhow, I don’t have therapy until tomorrow. I was hoping to expend a bit of myself the old fashioned way - if you’re up for it.” He pressed his lips against the other’s, trapping him in a small chaste kiss.
Harry leaned into the corner as far as he could manage. “What does that mean? You want me to suck you off?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“And then you snitch on me, right? Get yourself off!” Harry gave him a hearty shove backward and pushed past him. Draco stood motionless for a second, shocked.
“Wait a minute!” Draco reached out and grabbed the boy and pushed him back into the corner. Harry laboured to get past, but Draco held him easily. Shoving Harry’s hands behind his back, he pinned his wrists with one hand and gripped his chin with the other. “I’ve never gotten anyone into trouble. I told you; Riddle’s a fucking snake. Do not trust him.”
“Funny, that’s exactly what he said about you,” Harry replied coolly. His glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose though his struggling. Draco plucked them off and stuck them in his breast pocket. He leaned into him fully. This new brat wasn’t going to get off on his first day that easily. “Look, you’re sucking my dick regardless of whether you want to. You might as well just give in. Nobody will you hear you if you scream in here, the room’s soundproof.”
Stunned frozen, Harry found himself beginning to babble and tremble uncontrollably. He could feel Draco’s erection pressing against his abdomen and his hot breath on his cheeks. Harry blanched and whimpered, trembling terribly in his arms. “Are you serious?”
“Had you going, didn’t I? I was just joking,” Draco said with a wink. He shrugged and turned to lean against the wall. “You’re no fun. You act like a bloody virgin. Have you really ever sucked someone off?”
Harry nodded quickly. “Yeah, loads of times.”
Draco snorted. “And have you ever been sucked off?”
“Once,” he said shakily.
Draco looked concerned. “What? Just once? Hey, wait a minute, are you still a virgin?”
Harry winced with embarrassment. “If you mean, er, if I’ve done ‘it’ before, with people, you know, ‘it’, er, then, no, no I haven’t.”
Draco suddenly looked quite troubled. “This changes everything. I’m going to have to take that virginity from you before your therapy session. Trust me, it’s for the best.”
“What—no!” Harry felt the swell of panic rush back through his veins. This was not the way he imagined his first time would be. If anything, he had thought it would be delayed until after he left school. Certainly not on the very first day, not to mention against his will.
“Shush! You do not want Snape to know that you’re a virgin. You’re going to be examined and he’ll know instantly. From then on, when he examines you every week if anything changes you will be in more trouble than you can possibly imagine. And, trust me when I say; if he tells Riddle that you’re a virgin you won’t be for long. And he won’t go easy on you. I will be super gentle and I will only do it if you let me.”
Harry stiffened at the realization of being taken for a ride. He threw up a hardened sneer, clucking his tongue at the larger boy. “He’s going to examine me to see if I’m a virgin- in therapy? You’re so full of it. Get the fuck off me.”
Draco smirked. “The tough-guy act does not fit you, Potter. You feel like you’re having a seizure from trembling so badly. Stick to the ‘pretty baby’ thing you’ve been doing, that’s much more suiting. If you think I’m lying, well, you’ll see.”
Harry was so confused. Certainly Vernon and Petunia had checked out the school thoroughly enough. They would never have spent all that money just to have him tortured. He looked back into Draco’s eyes and something worried him once more. It seemed he had the same nasty habit of biting his nails when he was nervous.
“Snape has his ways of finding out but if you really don’t want me to help you I’ll respect that.” Draco dropped his hands and backed up. Goddamn Tom Riddle had tainted the poor sod with his lies before he could reach him. At least their beds were next to one another. He could comfort him after therapy because he was surely going to need it.
“Sorry, but I’m not getting chucked out of school on my first day.” Harry began to walk away but Draco grabbed him once more, pulling him into his embrace and kissing him solidly on the lips.
Harry felt his flesh goose up on his skin and relented to him the mere instant the other boy’s tongue tapped against his lips. His arms moved on their own, up and around the taller boy’s neck.
They drew closer, welding their forms together as the silver haired boy dipped his tongue into Harry’s mouth. The movement, so soft and wet, began to take its toll on the new boy’s faltering will. There was a velvety swish of warmth probing his mouth, scraping over his submitting tongue that brushed back to meet it.
Harry moaned instinctively, which only seemed to wake him up from his trance. His eyes snapped open and his hands unhinged from Draco’s neck. “Okay, enough,” he said firmly, but dizzied with lust. “You’ve had your fun, Malfoy.”
Draco wiped his mouth off on his sleeve. “Damn, you’re a good kisser, Potter. Just remember who gave you your first here.”
It was an odd statement. It wasn’t as if Harry had never kissed anyone before but Draco seemed to emphasize how important it was. He wanted to be his first, in a school where chastity was considered the only option.
The warning bell sounded. Draco looked up at the clock. “It’s time for dinner, we best hurry.” He grabbed the new boy’s hand and pulled him out of the room. “We’ll talk later, okay? If we’re late, we’ll get into trouble.”
“What doesn’t get you into trouble around here?” Harry jogged along side him, having no difficulty keeping up.
Draco bit down on the last nail his teeth could fit on. “I can’t think of anything. Come on, we’ve got thirty seconds before they close the door.”
Both boys slid into the dining hall the moment the door closed, flushed and ecstatic that they had actually made it - and forgetting that they were holding hands. Several teachers looked up and their mouths dropped open at the sight.
Hoping the headmaster hadn’t noticed and that he might prevent any trouble for them, Sirius cleared his throat in their direction to gain their attention. Draco looked his way. Sirius clasped and unclasped his hands exaggeratedly.
“Oh!” Draco dropped Harry’s hand and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the kind teacher. Unfortunately, it was too little, too late.
Practically hidden in the corner of the room, sitting quite alone, Tom Riddle was seething at the boys. He noted the heavy flush on Harry’s cheeks and knew that they had kissed. The first kiss; the first step - It would not matter, kissing was nothing. He’d get Harry for the next step – No matter what.