Fear The two boys were hidden in a corner along the long corridor leading to the Potions classroom. They had not been alone together for almost a week. Their book bags were thrown off to the side. Their robes were unbuttoned as well as their shirts. They were both on their knees and both fumbling to unbutton and unzip their trousers; desperate to get their hands on each other. Harry had his face nuzzled into Draco’s neck and was alternating between biting and licking Draco’s most sensitive spots. Draco was leaning his head back as far as was possible so that Harry could reach any part of his neck he wanted while reaching down with his own hand and twisting and pinching Harry’s nipple. Harry’s hand slid down into Draco’s trousers and Draco let out a gasp as he felt Harry’s hand wrap around his stiff cock. Harry was making slow torturous movements along the shaft, which he would follow by rolling Draco’s balls around in his hand – something he knew would drive his boyfriend to the brink in no time. And no time was precisely what they had; the rest of the potions class would be arriving in about 15 – 20 minutes. Slowly he leaned Draco back against the wall and pushed his trousers out of the way. He leaned over and flicked his tongue over Draco’s already swollen head. Draco let out a muffled groan as he felt his cock surrounded by the warm moist heat of Harry’s mouth. Harry looked up just as Draco’s eye rolled back in his head and started to smile despite the fact that his mouth was full of Draco’s cock. He continued to massage Draco’s balls until he felt them begin to tense up. At that point he started sucking harder and just as he felt Draco’s orgasm hit, he pushed his finger into Draco’s hole. Draco arched his back off the wall and managed to look down and watch Harry swallow his load. With his unruly hair and his clothes that always hung off of him, one would assume that everything about Harry would be messy. The truth of the matter was that in the entire time they had been together, Harry had never sucked Draco off and spilled some much as a drop of Draco’s come. It never ceased to amaze Draco and if he wasn’t careful he would start to laugh softly every time he watched Harry “finish the job”. As soon as Harry had finished, Draco pushed him against the opposite wall and freed Harry’s cock from his trousers. He swallowed Harry’s length in one movement but paused to look up at Harry. He had made an odd noise and Draco was worried that something was wrong with Harry. Draco cursed himself mentally. The last time he had swallowed Harry’s cock like that Harry had blacked out for a few minutes. Draco was going to have to remember to NOT do that in these situations. As soon as he was sure Harry was ok, Draco started fucking his mouth with Harry’s cock. Knowing their time was short; he decided not to play games and just sucked Harry off for all he was worth. He cast a cleansing charm when he was finished and they started to straighten their clothes as Harry spoke. “Draco, if I admit something to you, will you promise not to laugh?” he asked in a hushed voice. Harry was sitting with his back against the wall facing the corridor. Draco noticed Harry’s skin color had turned rather pale and that made him worry. In less than 5 seconds Draco was kneeling next to Harry running his hand down the side of his face and locking their eyes together. “Harry?” Draco asked - his concern prevalent, “what is wrong Harry?” “I’m scared, Draco.” Harry said quietly. Hs leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he spoke. Draco took a slow breath and relaxed a little. They had been working very hard on breaking down the walls they had both put up in deference to each other. It seemed that one of Harry’s was repairing itself. Draco leaned in and kissed Harry’s cheek softly and spoke again – just above a whisper, “It’s ok love – we will work through all of this together remember?” “You don’t understand Draco,” Harry began, “It is not our past that I am afraid of right now.” Draco was a bit confused. “Then what is it Harry? Whatever it is – we will get through it.” Draco hated when Harry became despondent. Whenever he felt Harry pulling away, Draco would get in his face that much more to ensure that Harry’s footing was stable. Harry opened his eyes to look at Draco and his breath caught in his throat. “Harry?!” Draco could tell by the look on Harry’s face that something was very wrong and that only scared him more. “Talk to me Harry, what has you so frightened?” Harry opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He just nodded his head so that Draco would turn to look behind him. “Oh fuck…” Draco whispered as he now completely understood which fear Harry was speaking of at the moment. Standing at the opening of the alcove, his arms crossed in front of his chest was Severus Snape. His typical scowl planted firmly across his lips. He looked down at the two disheveled boys with a hint of disgust before finally opening his mouth to ask a question. “Are you two going to attend class today or were you planning to spend the whole time shagging in all of the deep dark corners of my dungeon?!?”