A First Time For Everything
The first time Harry was so excited he almost didn't get it inside. He thought, for an awful, thrilling moment, that he would spill on himself, on the sheets, everywhere but in Malfoy. He could not have born that, could not have born Malfoy's knowing smile. He had never been able to stand being laughed at. He closed his eyes and pushed, and miraculously it fit. Barely. It was tight, so tight it almost hurt. Harry was reminded of the summer after second year, when his cousin Dudley had convinced him to stick his penis in Aunt Petunia's vacuum hose. This was more exciting, of course, but there was that same rushing-toward-disaster feeling. Would he find that he was stuck here, too?