Warning: This story may be hazardous to those with closed minds. It contains reference to same-sex pairing, explicit sexual fantasy and mild language. If these offend your sensibilities, please go elsewhere. NOW!

Summary: Oh, behave! Delinquent!Harry ate an ice cream. Sex-starved!Draco had some explicit daydream. In public. Ice cream eaten by Harry was based on “Feast” by Walls.

“Hey!” Crabbe grunted as Draco snatched the Omnioculars away from him.

Draco ignored the boy’s protest and trained the Omnioculars on the two Seekers hovering about looking for the Golden Snitch. He was getting pretty bored. The Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff match was getting dreary; no one had scored for the past half hour and the two Seekers looked as at home as a couple of cats on a telegraph pole during a particularly violent thunderstorm. Draco grinned, he was confident Slytherin would wipe the dungeon floor with them when Slytherin play against their team in the near future.

Which means there was only one other Seeker left to contend with.

Draco sighed and turned his sight on the group of Year Seven Gryffindors clustered three sections away on his left. He focused on a certain dark-haired boy who was horsing around with his year mates and a couple of junior students, the game obviously forgotten. Draco sighed again, oblivious to the fact that his sidekicks were nudging each other knowingly behind his back.

“He’s lovesick again, the git,” Crabbe whispered. “This must be one of those Potter-imposed abstinence weeks,”

Goyle nodded sagely. “Remind me to nick some earmuffs from the Greenhouse. I can’t stand the racket they make when they get together after one of these infernal breaks. You’d think a Year Seven wizard will be able to master the Silencing Charm by now,”

“Bloody show offs, that’s what they are,” agreed Crabbe as he popped a cockroach cluster into his mouth. “Remind me to get some itching powder next time we go to Hogsmeade. I’ll pour it into his underwear drawer if he doesn’t cut down the noise pollution sharpish,”

“Hmm, we could always tell Weasley and get that pillock to sort them out,” Goyle chuckled ominously.

They looked at each other and laughed in silence, their multi-layered chins wobbling dangerously.

Crabbe wiped a shovel-sized hand across his eyes. “That’s just too cruel,” he wheezed.

Draco whipped around, scowling. “What’s wrong with you two? Have you been on dried frog pills again? You are acting so…odd,” he prodded them sharply in the guts with the Omnioculars. They grunted obediently. Somewhat satisfied, Draco turned back and focused his view on the same student.

Harry Potter.

His poison, his antidote, his pleasure, his pain.

A small smile curved his lips as he trained his sight on the obliviously unaware boy. Harry was playfully tugging at Hermione’s complicated braids when the girl suddenly slipped and lost her balance. She made a grab at Harry who lost his balance in turn and they both ended up sprawled on the floor, with Hermione on top of Harry. The Gryffindors howled with laughter as Ron helped his friends up.

Draco’s smile vanished, and a surge of anger turned his normally bloodless skin tomato red. He hissed sharply and swore; a few students eyed him nervously and moved away. Draco looked livid enough to crush a Bludger with his bare hands. He gritted his orthodontically corrected teeth and trained his sight Harry once again.

No one touches my Harry and lives, he fumed. He fiddled with a button on the Omnioculars and zoomed onto the boy. The crowd around him cheered as Hufflepuff finally scored a goal.

Harry was laughing with Ron and the younger Creevey brother as they took an ice cream each from a bag that was being passed around the Gryffindor crowd. Draco grimaced as he watched Ron Weasley quickly jammed his ice cream into his mouth and chewed messily with his mouth partially open. He turned his focus on Harry and nearly dropped the Omnioculars in shock.

Harry was staring right into his direction, a slow grin spreading on his incredibly naughty face. Draco gasped as Harry winked and licked his lips slowly.

Draco fiddled with the zoom button as he watched Harry intently. His breath caught as Harry slowly tore the top bit of the wrapper off and blew into the paper. The wrapper ballooned and he slowly slid the wrapper down, exposing the ice cream bit by bit. Draco swallowed hard as Harry stuck out an incredibly agile tongue and ran it up the ice cream slowly. Draco’s fingers shook as he adjusted the zoom button yet again.

The ice cream was cylindrical, coated on the outside with a thin layer of chocolate and nuts, with a middle layer of vanilla and a solid chocolate core. It was Draco’s favourite dessert for various reasons. And it was sinfully phallic.

The crowd burst into another loud cheer as someone else scored, but Draco was oblivious – his attention fixed on Harry who was seemingly looking at him from under his messy fringe. He held his breath as Harry swirled his tongue up and down the ice cream before sliding his lips slowly over the top, his cheeks bulging slightly as he slid the confection halfway into his mouth. He pulled the ice cream out, smiled, and slid it into his mouth again.

Draco held his breath.

Harry repeated the action thrice, with deliberate slowness, eyes twinkling with mischief. He then slid the ice cream out, and nibbled at the top with his teeth, finally cracking the thin chocolate shell. He tilted his head back slightly, and closed his eyes as he chewed on the crisp chocolate shell with a smirk on his lips. His tongue dated between his lips and he nibbled at the shell again.

Draco’s vision slid out of focus, his heart hammering audibly in his chest…

Hot mouth on his skin, covering every inch with hungry kisses…fingers kneading his arms as tongue swirled on the smooth skin of his belly…moving lower, and lower still. His back arched even as his fingers tangled in the dark locks of hair… gripping... sliding… moaning… Tongue flicking from one side of his hips to the other…his hand holding onto sweat-slicked skin, the other urgently grabbing at the nest of blankets…his partner moving lower, nipping and teasing…nails scratching his hips…desire feeding upon desire…

Draco gave his head a light shake and stared, enraptured by the perfect row of white teeth grazing slowly against the ice cream as Harry slid the confection into his mouth once again.

Harry sliding down his body, hands gripping his hips even as his agile tongue ran circles on his inner thighs…the very act made him trash in a frenzy, body arching in intense pleasure…the primal moans ripping through the night…flesh sliding against hot flesh…

The dark haired boy ran a hand through his hair, messing it even further; then the hand slid slowly down his cheek , down his neck and then to the nape of his neck. Harry tilted his head to one side and fluttered his eyelids as he sucked on the vanilla layer. The other Gryffindors were jumping up and down cheering on the players, but Harry remained seated, back straight, legs wide apart, pleasuring his ice cream from the look of things.

Draco groaned softly, as his imagination supplied erotic images of his dark-haired partner in the throes of passion. He shut his eyes and fought back a scream.

Harry pinning him down with his weight… pleasuring him, loving him, driving him wild with uninhibited passion…

Draco gulped. A familiar sensation stirred around his groin, and before he could help it, he was getting a raging hard on watching Harry Potter eat an ice cream. Draco shifted uncomfortably, shoved a hand into his pockets and gave silent thanks to his voluminous school cloak. He cursed under his breath as the tried to shift himself into a less obvious position. The action backfired, and he was mortified as he felt himself became totally hard. Draco tried to will his erection away as he focused on Harry once more.

Harry was smiling in that wicked manner that he reserved for Draco alone. The green eyes seemed to bore into him from across the stands, as the dark haired boy licked off a drip from his hand with an incredibly pink tongue. Draco shuddered and tried to still his trembling hands.

What the hell is he doing now? He wondered, as Harry tilted back his head slightly, and rolled the ice cream round the inside of his mouth. And teasing him further (or so he believed) by sucking in his cheeks and fluttering his eyelids in ecstasy as he pushed the confection in and out of his mouth; the vanilla disappearing bit by bit to reveal the solid chocolate core. Draco bit back a moan as he watched Harry’s Adam’s apple bob as the boy swallowed the ice cream with excruciating slowness.

The sweet sound of Harry’s moans even as his mouth covered Draco’s erection, tongue swirling slowly on his head…fingers running light feathery touches, making his body jerk convulsively, tearing a cry from his gut as he screamed Harry’s name in orgasmic passion....

Harry finally pulled the ice cream out of his mouth and Draco goggled when he saw the solid chocolate core was still intact. How the hell did he do that? his eyes widened as realisation struck him. Draco’s heart thudded audibly in his chest and he realised belatedly that he has forgotten to breathe. His head spun as he took deep gulps of air.

Harry driving him crazy with hitherto unknown desire…Harry…Harry…Harry…

Draco was painfully aware of his raging erection. He pulled his sweater down hurriedly. His palms were slick with sweat and his face felt very hot. He jumped as someone tapped on his shoulder.

“What?” Draco barked.

Goyle shook a bag of candies under his nose. “Want some?” the larger boy offered. Draco glowered and shoved him away. Goyle exchanged looks with Crabbe and they sniggered silently. Goyle tapped his arm again.

“Cut it out,” Draco almost yelled, as the Omnioculars slipped from his grasp. Goyle caught it deftly.

“Sorry, mate.” Goyle grinned as he handed him the Omnioculars. “Um, you may want to check on your…broomstick. Just in case someone plans to hex it before your upcoming match with Gryffindor,”

Draco frowned in confusion, but his two sidekicks industriously ignored him as they cheered the Hufflepuff team on for no obvious reason. Draco fiddled with the Omnioculars and pretended to watch the game before he turned his sight on the Gryffindor crowd once again.

Harry had disappeared from his seat.

Draco panned around the stands, searching for the dark haired wizard. Crabbe leaned in and whispered loudly, “Two o’clock and moving very fast. Shift your butt, Malfoy.” Draco’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the droll-faced wizard. Draco lifted the Omnioculars to his eyes and panned the stands once more.

Harry was walking swiftly back to the castle. Draco bit his lips, debating what to do when Crabbe prodded him and jerked his thumb towards the stairs.

He stared at the chunky boy in appalled horror, as Crabbe nodded solemnly and pushed him gently towards the stairs. Draco hesitated, and then he dashed down the stairs, under the bleachers and up the slope towards the castle.

Harry moved very fast, and Draco had to run flat out before he finally caught sight of the boy.

“Potter,” he called. Harry ignored him and disappeared through a side entrance. Draco hurried after him. “Potter! Stop,” he panted.

Harry grinned and ran lightly up the stairs leading to the Gryffindor Tower. Behind him, Draco swore blasphemously as he sprinted after his quarry. “Harry, hold on,” he wheezed, as he made a grab at Harry’s red/gold scarf. Harry turned around slowly, an amused grin on his face.

“Oh, hello Draco,” he said. “Oh my, you look flustered. Been out for a jog?” Harry smirked as he twirled the ice cream stick in his mouth. “Want a bite?” he offered, pulling the ice cream from his mouth with an audible ‘pop’ and waved it under Draco’s nose. The blond stared at the half-eaten solid chocolate core and gulped.

“No?” Harry stuck the ice cream into his mouth and crunched it noisily. He suppressed a chuckle as Draco went crossed eyed. Harry feigned a yawn, stretched sensuously and gave the startled blond a quick kiss on the lips. “Got to go, I’m so sleepy. Catch you later, okay?”

Harry dashed up the stairs three at a time, a wide grin splitting his face. He counted silently; precisely at the count of seven, he heard Draco hurry after him. He ran, hard, until he reached the corridor leading to the Gryffindor’s entrance. He ducked into a side passage and waited. Draco appeared around the bend, face flushed and swearing loudly. He laughed silently as Draco marched up to the Fat Lady.

“Let me in!” Draco ordered.

“Password?”

“How the hell would I know? Let me in, you obese fruitcake,” Draco barked, jumping up and down in agitation.

The Fat Lady stared at him. “You are a Very Rude Boy,” she declared, scandalised. “Password?”

“Arrrrrrgh!”

“Sorry, wrong password. Password?”

Draco drew his wand and shoved it into her ample breast. “Let. Me. In.” He hissed. “I need to see Potter,”

“Vile Child, Potter has not passed through this door. And remove that wand, you greasy haired brat,” the Fat Lady scolded. “Now, password?”

Harry slid down to the ground in silent laughter as Draco flung himself onto his back, yelled in frustration and started to beat the floor with his fists and heels. The Fat Lady looked at him in mild annoyance.

“Child, I suggest you go to Madam Pomfrey for therapy right away. You appear to be emotionally disturbed. Now, password?”

Draco sat up slowly, a murderous look on his face. “Password…I’ll give you password,” he hissed. He uttered a litany of expletives that made her shriek and disappear from the picture frame, moaning, “My ears, my ears are bleeding!”

“Harry! You stupid git, let me in,” Draco beat his fists on the door in utter frustration. Harry watched in morbid fascination as the blond banged his head repeatedly on the door, Dobby-style, before sinking to the floor in defeat.

“Oops,” Harry muttered under his breath. He felt a twinge of guilt, but it passed quickly. Abstinence seemed to wreak havoc with Draco’s rationality. He walked up to Draco with slow, measured steps.

“Draco?” he touched the blond’s shoulder gently. Draco turned his face, eyes brimming with angry tears. “Shit, you look a mess. Come on,” Harry hauled him up, coaxed the Fat Lady back and gave her the password.

They walked through the empty common room and up the stairs to the Year Seven boys’ dorm. Draco tore his cloak off and flung himself onto Harry’s bed. He covered his face with a pillow and moaned pathetically. Harry grinned, bolted the door and sat beside him.

“What ails you now?” Harry asked, as he unlaced Draco’s shoes, pulled them off and put it under the bed. He tickled the blond’s soles, eliciting a giggle. “Hm?”

Draco peeked from behind the pillow and shoved the Omnioculars towards him. “You torture me, just watch what you did,” he whined plaintively. “Beast,”

Harry chuckled as he replayed the scene through the Omnioculars. “Oh, well…yeah. Dennis gave out those ice creams. They are nice, really,”

“I bet,” Draco muttered. “You were…being obscene with it,”

“Obscene? No…I was merely doing it… justice,” Harry’s voice was low and seductive. He prised the pillow away from the smaller boy’s hands and pulled him up to sit on his lap, face to face. A slow smile spread over his face, and Draco blushed prettily. His blush deepened when Harry removed his glasses and placed it on his bedside table.

“So, Draco, did you miss me?” Harry purred, with a hint of playfulness. Draco bit his lips as Harry’s hand crept higher and higher up his thigh. Harry looked absolutely gorgeous, and his eyes all but sparkle with mischief. Draco felt himself getting aroused once more, and his eyes went huge as Harry’s hand brushed fleetingly against his erection.

Unbidden, he pressed forward, arching into Harry even as his fingers tangled in the dark locks of hair. “Five days, Harry. Five…bloody…days,” he struggled to remove Harry’s cloak. His hands shook with excitement, his fingers fumbled and slipped. Harry laughed and gripped his wrists lightly.

“Relax,” Harry’s breath warmed his cheek and Draco bit back a moan as Harry placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on his neck. He pulled back, gripped Harry’s shoulders and used his weight to push his partner onto his back.

Draco pulled his wrists free and half slid off of Harry’s body. He stuck his head inside Harry’s jumper and ran his tongue over the dark haired boy’s torso. He felt deliciously wicked as Harry bucked beneath him. It was dark inside the jumper, and Draco felt his erection intensified as his imagination provided images of Harry writhing sinfully under him.

Mine, all mine, he chanted greedily.

Harry chuckled as Draco finally emerged, blond hair sticking out comically. “You owe me a new jumper, Malfoy,” he grinned as he pulled the jumper off in one smooth move and settled himself against the pillows. Draco broke into a wide grin and drew the hangings around the bed. He clambered over his partner and straddled his thighs.

“All the jumpers that you want, Potter,” he smirked, as his hands tugged Harry’s trousers button free. “And all the ice cream you can eat,”

Harry laughed and pulled Draco down and kissed him none too chastely. “Indeed…,”

Their lust filled eyes locked onto each other, identical grins splitting their faces.

Neither of them heard the banging on the door some two hours later, nor the commotion as someone forcefully herded the bewildered Year Seven boys down to the common room; or the memory charm that Hermione was forced to place on an enraged Ron Weasley…

They were quite, quite lost in their own private world.

~ fin ~

© Zed Adams; Monday, 27th January 2003 to 02nd February 2003
Chinese New Year of the Water Ram
Word count: 2,965