In The Closet
a Harry Potter story
by Snuffles
The two boys were sneaking through the castle corridors, throwing nervous glances around, sharing guilty and excited grins. Harry lead the way, having just a little more experience in coordinating these hallways at night, and knowing more secret passages and rooms than anyone else at Hogwarts since the Weasley twins left. Currently, they were on the way up to the Astronomy Tower.
Harry had met Draco at the statue of Wolfgang the Wicked, just as they'd secretly arranged over owl post this morning. They kept the times random and made sure to alternate their rendezvous' locations, just to make sure people wouldn't notice what they were doing. If they were caught, they'd have to explain what they were doing, and since Harry didn't even want to think too clearly about what they were doing himself, he really didn't want to have to tell someone else ...
It had just happened. One moment they were yelling their heads of at each other, getting in each other's face until Harry thought they'd start brawling in the hallways; and then they were snogging each other senseless. Appalled - and decidedly aroused - they had jumped away from each other ... only to do it again a few days later. Then they started fighting just to get to the snogging, until they skipped the fighting and hid in empty classrooms or behind statues to get each other off. It was all together very exhilarating and secretively pleasurable, and both boys found that in each other they had found a forbidden addiction they couldn't step away from. So they met up. In covert places. To have sweaty, heated, teenage sex.
Only tonight their plans seemed to be waylaid in the worth possible way. Just as Harry was about to turn the corner at Torvall the Troll's wizard painting, a scraggy voice sounded from the very hallway they were heading for, coming in their direction. A screeching mewl answered the voice.
"It's Filch and his mangy cat!" Draco said, panicked. "He can't catch us together!"
"Hurry, in here!" Harry had spied a broom closet to their right, grabbed Draco by the back of his robes and hauled him into it. He shut the door behind them, trying to be as quiet about it as he could be.
There wasn't much space, and they stood close together. Luckily, due to the creaks in the door, it wasn't completely dark, and Harry was able to see Draco and their surroundings more clearly as his eyes got used to the dark.
"Potter, it's filthy in here!" hissed Draco.
"Hush," whispered Harry, although he wasn't too pleased with the state of their hide-out either. This broom closet couldn't be one that was still in use. There were some mouldering old brooms (regular ones) and buckets in it, several shelves with grungy, old sponges and rags, and it smelled heavily of dust.
That also meant, Harry realised, that it was very unlikely that Filch might be in this corridor because he needed something from in here, meaning that they were at least safe from detection.
They could hear the caretaker's footsteps as he got closer. His mutterings - directed at Mrs Norris - preceded him, though Harry couldn't understand what it was he was saying. He reckoned that after enough years of roaming the castle alone at night, with just a cat and several mad paintings for company, Filch had probably gone a little cuckoo himself.
Draco, in the meantime, was stepping away from a particularly disgusting, old broomstick, covered in cobwebs, with a disgusted look on his face, and he bumped into Harry, who in turn bumped into the shelves. A soft thump sounded, dust filled the air as it was stirred, and there was a screech outside in the corridor as Mrs Norris detected the disturbance. Both Harry and Draco froze, sharing a horror-filled glance. Harry had no idea what he would say or do if Filch caught them together in the closet. The whole school knew about Harry Potter's vendetta with Draco Malfoy, and it was unlikely that Filch would be oblivious to it. Harry might have come up with an explanation for their meeting up if they'd been fighting or duelling ... but hiding together in a secluded closet? Filch would surely jump to conclusions (very correct conclusions at that), and even if Harry and Draco could lie their way out of that, the whole school was bound to create its own gossip ... and he didn't even want to think about the housepoints involved.
However, a new worry quickly took predominance over his thoughts. The dust they had stirred up was flying in his face, and he'd just inhaled a huge breath of it. Now, his nose was burning and tickling, and the undeniable feeling that he'd soon have to sneeze stole over him.
He quickly rubbed at his nose, trying to ease the itching, but it wasn't working at all. His face fell, his nostrils flared, and his body tensed. He didn't think he'd ever had to sneeze so urgently.
Outside Filch was still muttering to his cat, sounding as if he was admonishing her. The words "stupid" and "mice" were discernable. His footsteps started to remove themselves again, but moving slowly, oh so slowly. "I think he's leaving," mouthed Draco.
"Hahh," Harry gasped despite his best efforts.
Draco turned his head to look at Harry. In a whisper he said: "Potter, what are you-" But another involuntary inhalation demonstrated the problem sufficiently. "Ehh!"
Draco's eyes widened as he realised the dilemma. "Potter, don't you dare sneeze now!" he hissed.
Harry could hear Mrs Norris yowling in the corridor, and he pressed his fingers as hard against his nose as he could, trying not to breathe, but the damage had already been done. The dust was itching and tickling away up his nose, and he really, really had to sneeze. He just couldn't help it.
"Ahh! Hehh!" Just when he thought he was going to explode, Draco threw himself on him and pressed his hand against Harry's face, pinching shut his nose and even obstructing his mouth. Now Harry really couldn't breathe. The shock of this made the inevitable sneeze back off for a moment.
"I am not letting us get caught!" whispered Draco nervously.
Harry was all for this sentiment. House points and school gossip aside, he could guess what would happen to Draco when Slytherin House and Lucius Malfoy found out what had been going on. Nor did he think that Ron and Hermione would understand one bit. Hell, he hardly understood it himself.
But never mind how much he didn't want to get caught; his nose had a different idea. He wished he had some air left to tell Draco that though his sneeze had been held back, holding his nose shut wasn't a fail-proof method either. The dust was already up there and it was just too late. His entire body was begging for release, most of all his itchy, prickling nose.
One or two tears of irritation were escaping from the corners of his eyes and leaked down his cheeks. Draco felt them as they touched against the hand he had pressed against Harry's face. With his free hand he ran his thumb under Harry's eyes, wiping the tears away. It was a surprisingly gentle gesture, and Harry was caught off guard by it.
It was as if the sneeze had been waiting for just such an opportunity. Coming on too strong to prevent, Harry snapped forward with it. Because Draco's hand was still pressed tightly against his face, the sneeze was stifled and hardly made any sound. "Nggk!" "Potter!" whispered Draco, harassed.
"Nnnk!" Harry sneezed again. And again: "Nnphh!" "I can't believe you are sneezing in my hand, Potter," sighed Draco resignedly. Harry was severely in need of air now. He pushed at Draco's hand, so he could breathe through his mouth, though Draco refused to let go of Harry's nose. They stood pressed against each other, silently listening for signs of discovery. They couldn't believe their luck when there was no reaction from Filch or Mrs Norris.
"He's still walking away," muttered Draco close to Harry's ear. Harry truly hoped so, for those stifled sneezes had done nothing to help his plight. He knew he wouldn't feel better until all the dust had been well and completely sneezed from his nose.
"Yes, definitely walking away," breathed Draco, leaning on the door and putting his ear against it. They could faintly hear a "mrowrrr" as Mrs Norris trotted after her master. "Good," said Harry breathily, pulling away from Draco's hand. Instead, he pinched his own nose shut tightly, then rubbed violently at it as it continued to prickle. "It's all this dust," he said apologetically, still rubbing, as Draco watched him. "It's making me want to snehh..." He pinched his nose again and shook with another "mmpff!" Draco opened the door a tiny fraction and peeked through. "It's all right," he said, in a normal volume, and looking inordinately relieved. "He's gone." Harry was so happy with this news he could have cheered had he not been too busy getting ready to sneeze his head off. He let go of his nose and cupped his hands around it instead. To finally let go and allow his body its release was a huge relief.
"Hahh-itchoo! Hahh-Chushh! Ehh-chisshhh! chissshh! Ehh ...hehh ... het- csshhh!" He sneezed violently, snapping forward with each of them. Suppressing it so long had only made his nose that more irritated, and for a moment he felt like he would never be able to stop again. "Heh-heh-hehh Isshhoo! ... Ahh! Ahh-Chush! Ehh-Chisshhh!" He blinked somewhat dizzily as the sneezing let up a little.
"Impressive," said Draco, watching him with one eyebrow raised. "Keeping all that inside, it's a miracle you didn't bust a vessel." "Very funny, Malfoy," said Harry, sniffing. "Hehh! Heh-esshhh! ... It's not like I did it on puh-purpose ... Chisshhhh!" "But you are stirring up all the dust in this closet with your incessant sneezing," said Draco casually, and Harry was sure he was actually teasing. "And you know, Potter," the Slytherin continued calmly, "it really is abominably dusty in here." He turned sideways... His pointed nose flared, his long lashed fluttered shut, and Harry could see the white of his teeth as his thin lips parted. "Ahh-Choo!" Draco sneezed a perfect sneeze. Then one more, a bit more urgent: "Hahh-Choosshh!"
Immediately Harry felt another steel upon him too, and he echoed the other boy with a resounding "Hahh-ISHhoo!" When he opened his eyes again, Draco was eying him intensely, with his lips quirked into a secretive little smile. The blond boy's steel-grey eyes were glittering.
"You know something, Potter," he said, and Harry could suddenly tell Draco's breath was short and shallow, as if he'd just run up several stairs. "What just happened ... almost getting caught ... twice ... that was extremely ... exhilarating." And the Slytherin suddenly stepped forward and claimed Harry's mouth in a wild and messy kiss. Harry grabbed at Draco's arms to keep from being bowled over and landing on the floor, but he returned the kiss just as enthusiastically as it was given. Draco's hands were on the sides of his head, fingers raking through Harry's unruly hair, making sure that Harry wouldn't pull back. Harry, however, had no such intention, and as he regained his balance he wrapped his arms tightly around the other boy's back, his hands rubbing first at Draco's lower back, but as the kiss turned both deeper and more passionate he grabbed the Slytherin's arse and pressed him even closer to himself.
Draco grunted gutturally, pushing forward until they found leverage against a wall. He ground himself against Harry, starting a rhythmic movement that had Harry gasp and arch, his head hitting the wall behind him, but he paid no attention to this as it was definitely irrelevant at the moment.
Even through the layers of clothes, Harry could feel Draco's erection rubbing against his own, the motion causing an extremely pleasurable sensation. He bit at his lip to keep from moaning, while vaguely being aware of the fact that Draco was breathing in short little puffs that blew his blond hair into Harry's face.
The fine, sleek hairs, combined with the dust already stirred up, once again set Harry's nose, already irritated, on the edge of a sneeze. He broke the kiss and tried to pull back. "Oh!" he exhaled, his face scrunching up. "Ahh!" "Oh yes," purred Draco deep in his throat, sucking and kissing at Harry's neck. He jerked his hips forward and added a whole new level of pleasure to the tension starting to specifically centre at Harry's groin. However, this distraction lasted only momentarily, as another sort of build-up was taking precedence over the obvious one.
He managed to find enough air to warn the Slytherin of what was about to happen, disruptive as it would be to their impromptu make- out session. "Draco, I hahh-have to-"
"-come," finished Draco panting. "Me too, Harry, mmm, me too! Just do it."
"N-no ... I-ehh-I ..." Harry tried to warn, but he couldn't help it, the sneezes were already upon him. "Ehh-Chush! Chushh! Ahh-chisshh! Ehh ... Ehh! Chusshhh!"
Every time Harry let loose with another sneeze, he shook against Draco, causing a delicious, shuddering friction. Draco's eyes rolled upwards, he arched his back and clawed his fingers tightly in the back of Harry's robes, making sure he wouldn't move away.
But Harry wasn't trying to move away. He was much too caught up in sneezing again and again, his face buried in the Slytherin's shoulder. "EhhChushh! Hehh-CSShh! ...hehh ... Chisshhoo!"
With a half-swallowed cry, Draco came. It thundered through him like a wave, setting his body on fire to the very tips of his fingers. His body tensed, fingers clutching at Harry's robe as if to keep from rising to the sky, before he finally came to himself and was able to gasp for breath, taking big gulps of air while he trembled all over.
"Fucking hell, Potter," he gasped. "That was un-fucking-believable."
Harry just stood there rather sheepishly, rubbing at his nose. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Oh, don't be," said Draco, still leaning heavily on Harry. "I all together enjoyed it, strangely enough." He grinned and stepped back, looking into those intensely green eyes. They were still dark with passion, a look Draco had come to recognise over the past months.
Draco took in Harry's face - flushed both from embarrassment and unreleased tension - and leaned in for a kiss. Harry opened his mouth to accept, and had quickly taken control over it, reacting so heatedly that Draco could tell Harry was still extremely close, and in dire need of some help.
Breaking the kiss - to which Harry moaned in protest - the Slytherin boy leered: "It seems we have some unfinished business."
With a malicious grin, Draco reached into Harry's school robes, snaking through his clothes until he had him in hand. Harry immediately grew weak in the knees, and he slumped against Draco's chest, his arms wrapping around his neck. Draco used his free arm to support Harry around the back and keep him upright, and applied the other with such dexterity that it only took a few strokes to finish Harry off.
With a loud groan, Harry's body became rigid all over and he exploded in Draco's hand.
Now Draco's arm around his back was all that was keeping him on his feet, but he didn't care as he swayed in his climax, allowing it to sweep him away. He dropped his forehead back against Draco's shoulder, biting his already kiss-swollen lower lip.
Eventually it ebbed away, and he rocked back on his heels, bringing his face up for a final, searing kiss with the other boy.
"Well, that sure was different," breathed Harry with difficulty.
Draco withdrew his hand from Harry's robe and examined it, before casually wiping it on a handkerchief he dug from his pockets. "Versatile as your sneezing was, Potter, I do believe I prefer you coming in my hand over sneezing in it."
"Yeah, me too," Harry said dryly, while his face flushed. He leaned against the wall, erratic breaths slowly turning back to normal, then turning erratic again, before he doubled once more with a resounding "Hiihhtsshhh!"
"This dust sure is getting to you, Potter," said Draco, looking casually ruffled with sleepy bedroom eyes, leaning elegantly against the opposite wall like sex on legs. Harry was sure that he himself was looking rumpled and sweaty, with a silly sneezy expression on his face. He turned sideways to hide the next one, covering his face with his hands. "Hehh-Csshh!"
He felt Draco's arms wrap around him from behind, his warm lips pressing against his neck. "You know, I'd offer you my handkerchief, but it's been otherwise engaged," Draco grinned, his warm breath setting the hairs on Harry's neck upright. "Perhaps I can help you out in another way?"
Draco stood back a step, pulled his wand from his pocket and raised it. "Scourgify!" he shouted.
Immediately the broom closer was squeaky clean. The brooms glinted, the rags actually showed their original colour and the dust had vanished. The urge to sneeze left Harry's nose completely, and he was able to draw a full, clear breath.
"Now why didn't you do that right away?!" he exclaimed exasperatedly.
Draco took a step back, huffed haughtily, and said, looking down his nose at Harry: "Because not everyone is The-Boy-Who-Lived, you ninny. You might be able to scourgify an entire, filthy closet at a whisper, but I can't."
"Ninny?" spluttered Harry.
"Plus, not all your sneezes were unpleasant, I must say," Draco added, a crooked smirk on his face. "They certainly proved ... entertaining."
"Whatever," mumbled Harry, once again embarrassed. He caught Draco's eyes and then grinned guiltily, as Draco winked at him.
"Let's get out of here," Harry motioned, opening the door.
"There's just one thing I can't get over," said Draco, following Harry out.
"And that is?"
"I can't believe a Malfoy just had sex in a common broom closet." Draco wiped imaginary lint from his robes.
"Well," said Harry, stepping closer to the other boy until their lips were almost touching. "I plan to have sex with you in many different places, so you better get used to it."
"Oh, I think I'll manage," breathed Draco. "In fact, weren't we on our way to one of those locations just now?"
By answer Harry closed the last inch between their mouths, and they kissed in a way that would make students from Beauxbatons proud. "Let's go," said Harry urgently, grabbing the other boy's hand and pulling him along.
"Lead on, MacDuff," intoned Draco dutifully. "And by the way, Potter," he added with a leer, when Harry looked around to catch his eyes. "Bless you."
END
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