Word Count: ~650
Warnings: professor/student, masturbation
Challenge: hp_may_madness 2016 Day #12: Hello, mate, agate.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. FYI, I may end up skipping tomorrow, as I was just tagged at wand_in_a_knot!
Draco collapsed back against his bedroom door, thankful to finally escape the awkward atmosphere of Christmas dinner. Draco knew they were lucky to be able to celebrate as a family, lucky that none of them had been shipped off to Azkaban. Still, it was hard to sit at their too-large table, to eat the roast turkey and make small talk and not remember that the Dark Lord had sat at the head not eight months earlier, his terrifying snake hissing a terrifying kind of hello.
He shook the thoughts from his head. It was Christmas, a time for joy and family and presents. Draco fingered the fine agate mortar and pestle his parents had gotten him for potion making, the surface cool and smooth beneath his fingertips. He felt himself calm as he stared at the swirls of colour, but the tension in his neck and back didn't leave him. Draco felt like he'd been tied up in knots since he'd come home, every cell in his body yearning to get out of this mausoleum of a Manor and back to the comfort of Hogwarts.
Draco began to strip as he walked towards his bathroom, thinking about the reason why he wanted so desperately to be back at Hogwarts. How could he not think of him, after Charlie had kissed Draco right before break? It had been a brilliant kiss, the kind of kiss that made Draco's toes curl and his heart take flight, the kind of kiss that made Draco desperate for more.
Draco stepped into the shower, groaning as the wall of hot water began to leach the stiffness from his muscles. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if Charlie was here in this shower with him, helping him shed the stress of the day. Draco pictured clever fingers digging into the knots in his back, massaging out the aches with brutal, sensual efficiency. Charlie had such thick, clever fingers, fingers that would push and press at Draco in all the best ways. Maybe, once he'd finished with Draco's shoulders, he'd move those fingers down, massage Draco everywhere.
Draco groaned again, this time with arousal, as he moved to brace himself against the shower wall, his hand slipping down to tug at his cock. Fuck, Charlie's fingers would feel so good inside of him, so much thicker and rougher than Draco's own. They would stretch him open so perfectly, get him ready for that monster of a cock Draco knew Charlie was packing. Charlie would press Draco up against the cool shower walls and work his way inside, fucking him until...until...until Draco came all over the shower wall with a wavering cry.
He slumped, letting the water beat down on his back while he regained his breath. This was getting out of control. It was bad enough when he and Charlie were pretending not to flirt, but now the idiot had gone and kissed him. Draco's libido had gone into overdrive, remember the things they'd done in the club and all the things they had yet to try.
Draco washed himself off, thinking about the fact that he'd be seeing Charlie again in a little over a week. He still wasn't sure what he was going to say, what there was to say. Just because they'd shared a mind-melting kiss, it didn't mean anything else had changed. There were still so many obstacles between them, too many differences to overcome, no matter their sexual chemistry. No matter that Draco's stomach fluttered when Charlie smiled at him, that they could talk for hours and never run out of things to say, that Draco felt like in another world maybe they could have been mates as well as lovers.
With a frustrated sigh, Draco toweled himself off and climbed naked into bed. He didn't even bother pretending he wasn't going to be dreaming of Charlie.