Maze

Phallomancy

 Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, make any money from this and no copyright infringement was intended.


Those that are familiar with my writing know all about my writing exercises. This is one of them and hopefully you will like it. I definitely enjoyed writing it.


‘Reading or thinking’
‘Talking’

Draco took a deep breath and centered himself. “My plan is flawless and it will not fail.” Draco hummed to himself as he dressed entirely in black. Tight black leather pants, black Armani sweater, black soft skin boots and black leather gloves. Glancing in the mirror, he winked at himself as he pulled on the black beret. “Cat burglars have nothing on me.” Draco smirked before checking that he had his parchment and his wand. Disillusioning himself, he slipped out of the Head Boy room and stealthily made for the Gryffindor common room.


His entrance was smooth and before he knew it, Draco was standing in the Gryffindor common room. Draco gaped at the glaring red and gold décor, the noise deafening chatter and the obvious good humor. Spotting his query starting towards the stairs, Draco hurried to follow. Surreptitiously casting awakening spells and longevity spells along the way to keep anyone from barging in and ruining his plan.  


Harry had just slipped on his pajamas when Draco slipped in. Draco instantly felt as though he had been plunged into water. The roaring in his ears at the sight of Harry’s muscular Quidditch honed body almost overcoming his common sense. When Harry bent over to place his things in the truck, Draco almost dove for him. Only Harry’s quick hop into his waiting bed saved him from a mauling.


Draco silently gathered himself and mentally chanted his mantra as he made his way to the bed. Casting a quick sleeping spell on Harry, Draco waited a moment for it to take effect. Then after a quick check, Draco climbed onto the bed slammed the curtains shut and spelled them with every silencing and disturbance proof charm he knew. The air grew heavy with the magic he was expending so Draco removed his cap and shirt.


“It is only until I finish my test.” Draco spoke aloud before taking off the disillusion spell. Neatly folding his clothes and placing them at the foot of the bed, he turned to study his sleeping query. “Alright Potter let’s see if you are really as proportioned as the rumors say.” Draco pulled the covers back down to Harry’s knees. “What horrible pajamas.” Draco winced at the red plaid monstrosity of Harry’s pajamas.  


Poking the material Draco could barely contain a shudder. “There is too much magic in the air already so I guess I have to do this the muggle way.” Pulling off the black Italian leather gloves to keep them from sure ruin if they touched the flannel pajamas, Draco began to pull up the shirt. “Oh I can’t do this.” Draco growled sneering at the rough fabric that he had only been able to move three inches before his delicate sensibilities got the better of him.


“Thank you Quidditch.” Draco breathed catching sight of the marvelously tan and sculpted stomach now on display. Draco temporarily forgot his disdain in his hurry. He unbuttoned the shirt, parted the material and felt his stomach drop. “Forget dressing better, why wear clothes at all!” Draco stared at the washboard abs, chiseled pectorals with chocolate kisses for nipples and just a smattering of hair between them.  


Draco removed his hands from the shirt as though he had burned. “No this is scientific research I will not be swayed by a great body.” Draco took a deep breath as he pulled out the parchment containing the information he would need to take an accurate reading. A roll of dressmakers measuring tape followed. Placing his hands on his thighs Draco steadied himself once more. Summoning some of the legendary Malfoy calm, Draco ghosted his hands down Harry’s chest.


So what if he tweaked Harry’s nipples or licked his abs on the way to his pants, it did not matter because by the time they reached their final destination his hands shook. Slowly, the band of the pants lifted up and with a furious yank came down. Draco opened his eyes not realizing he had closed them.  


“Okay…” Draco brought his hands back and picked up his parchment. “Wait is he supposed to be soft or hard when I do this?” Draco almost cried in frustration. He failed to notice a green eye studying him covertly before closing again. “Damn mystics never giving proper instructions.” Draco sighed glancing at his query. “Well in for lamb.” Draco tentatively touched the penis in front of him and jumped back when it twitched. “You are Draco Malfoy you will not be scared off by a sleeping boys cock.” Draco told himself.  


Pulling the blankets all the way back to the foot of the bed, Draco positioned his body between Harry’s legs, his face eye level with Harry’s crotch. Studying the reason behind all his planning Draco took note of its slight stirring interest. Taking it in hand, Draco licked a stripe up the underside acquainting him with the flavor.  


“Well at least he took a shower recently.” Draco grumbled before he started sucking on the head and rolling his balls between his fingers. As Harry began to grow, Draco found himself enjoying what he was doing more and more. Grinding himself into the mattress in an attempt to ease the pressure Draco cursed his black leather pants. Moving his hands to loosen his pants, Draco continued to take more and more into his mouth. His jaw stretching wide and his throat working the head, Draco once again failed to notice the intense green gaze leveled at his blonde head.  


“Finally!” Draco spoke, coughing slightly because of the workout his gag reflex had been receiving. Green eyes sparkled slightly before closing again. Draco meanwhile picked up the measuring tape and stretched it from the base to the tip.  


“Okay so eight inches is considered long so that means…” Draco put his finger to the parchment looking for the section. “Long says, ‘Some might call you over-confident...’ This is Potter obviously.” Draco added before continuing to read aloud. “‘Long men are fantastic at picking up new tricks and extremely inventive lovers.’”  


“Well at least I know that is accurate being fairly long myself.” Draco nodded in satisfaction at his observation before moving on to the next one. Draping the tape around the base Draco took another measurement and stopped to read. “I don’t know why I even measured, I already knew he classified as thick.” Draco sighed in disgust before sitting Indian style between Harry’s legs. Absentmindedly Draco’s hand ran lightly up and down Harry’s thigh as he read.  


‘A man who has a thick penis reveals that your imagination comes into play backed by solid determination and fiery energy.”  


“There is definitely something to this penis reading.” Draco nodded before turning his attention back to the objection of his study. “Now smooth means you are adaptive. A bulbous tip means…” Draco blushed as he read, “a strong sex drive.” Draco stilled as he read the next line. ‘Sex and relationships are completely different things to you so your partners soon learn not to expect anything that you don’t actually promise. What you do provide is all action and originality. Not bad if your partner knows beforehand, what they are getting into.’


“That would explain that blasted Weasley.” Draco nodded to himself after some more thought. “If he didn’t make her any promises after Voldemort was vanquished she shouldn’t have expected him to go back to her.” Draco mentally cheered at the thought. His throbbing erection caught his attention. Looking down Draco sighed and gave a few tugs, mentally promising himself a thorough wank session for his show of restraint. “Only one to go and that is his hair.” Draco glanced at the dark forest surrounding the leaking erection. “Definitely hirsute but trimmed nicely.”  

‘Strong, competitive and physical lover who will ask about past lovers, then proceed to put them all to shame.’ Draco gulped slightly shifting. “Well this has been educational.” Draco shifted up onto his knees and turned around to gather his things. Harry watched the leather pants creep slowly down torturing him before he finally snapped.  


Continued