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Taking a chance	By : KBowman Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer - Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter and any Hogwarts related things contained within don't belong to me. The storyline is, however, completely mine.

Taking a Chance

A sound in the dark. Shuffling. A bang, a curse and suddenly
a light flickers in one corner.

�Harry?�

�Draco?�

�What the fuck are you doing? It�s�� A pause and a movement.
��Two-thirty. In the morning. This better be good, or I swear Snape�ll hear
about it��

�Oh that�s right.� More movement � someone sits down on a
bed. �Run to Snape. Did nasty scary Potter scare poor little Malfoy�?�

�Shut up Potter. I�m not the one creeping around in the
middle of the night. What are you up to? Cos you know I take attempts on my
life seriously.�

A grin in the candlelight.

�Relax Malfoy, I wasn�t wasting time I could be sleeping on
you. I just wanted a glass of water, okay? Now I�m going back to bed.�

�Fine.�

�Fine.�

�Fine.� A sigh and
the light flickers, then goes out.

Harry woke up the
next morning to a pale face leaning over his bed and Draco Malfoy�s hands
around his neck.

�Get off me!� He yelled, trying to untangle his legs from
the bed clothes. Draco stepped back, laughing.

�I was hardly going to choke you Potter. Far too quick.�

�Then what the fuck were you doing?� Harry shouted. He sat
up and grabbed his wand off the side table, noticing that Draco had drawn his
surreptitiously. Fine, if the bastard wanted a fight Harry�d be happy to give
him one. But to his surprise, and slight disappointment, Malfoy just walked
back to the door of the room and shook his head as though he couldn�t quite
believe Harry was for real.

�I was sent to
wake you, Potter. The class is leaving in half an hour and your presence hasn�t
graced the world of the waking.� The blond boy smirked at the confused look on
Harry�s face. �Don�t tell me you�ve forgotten!�

�Forgotten what, Malfoy?� Harry hissed, but Malfoy only
laughed again. The sound made the hair on Harry�s neck rise.

�Find out for yourself, Potter. Half an hour, remember?�
Then he was gone, out the door in a whirl of green and black and blond. Harry
sat down the bed and tried to remember what was happening today. It was the
second day of the school trip, specially arranged for the seventh years of
Hogwarts who were considering Aurrainraining. Harry got up and picked up his
trousers from the back of a chair, brushing one of Malfoy�s shirts, which had
also been hanging there, away in disdain. Ron should have been sharing this
room with him, he thought in disgust. It would have been a perfect week away
with Ron, but Ron couldn�t afford the trip. Harry had felt bad about going
without him but he�d assumed he�d be paired with Seamus instead, and he really
needed to get an idea of what being an Auror was like. So he�d signed up
anyway, and found out too late that Snape was setting the sleeping
arrangements. He would have backed out entirely if Professor McGonagall hadn�t
warned him what a chance he�d be missing if he did. So now he was stuck sharing
a room with Malfoy for a week. A whole week!

�It better be worth it, that�s all I can say.� He muttered
to himself. Then he caught a glance of the clock and decided maybe he should
get a move on. It would be too like Malfoy to tell him half an hour when he had
fifteen minutes.

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Draco sank back onto his bed, pulling off his shoes lazily
and tossing them haphazardly wherever he felt like it, sighing as his shoulders
hit the soft duvet. It had been a long day �Auror� shadowing, following
qualified ministry members around, and he was out of it. All he wanted to do
was just lie back and�

�Evening Malfoy.� Draco groaned and sat up. Potter was
standing in the doorway, grinning like a cat.

�What do you want? I�m not in a nice mood, Potter.� He said
warningly, trying to sound menacing and finding he could only produce tired.
Harry walked in and sat on his own bed, taking off his shoes also but putting
them neatly by the bed. Draco saw this and mentally reminded himself to hide
Potter�s shoes when the boy was asleep. Teach him to look so awake.

�I don�t have to want anything Malfoy, this is my room too,
remember?� Harry said, pulling off his socks and shrugging off his jacket.

�It�s hard to forget. You stink the place up with your mud
blood friends Potter.� Draco said languidly. Harry was suddenly on his feet,
pointing his wand at Draco and snarling.

�You take that back. You take that back.�

�I�ll say what I want, Potter, it�s not my fault you take
offence so easily.� Draco said, and he nudged Harry�s wand aside so that he
could stand and walk over to the bathroom. �I know much worse things to call
that Granger creature you hang around with. They make mud blood look like
affection.�

�How charming of you.� Harry sneered, but his wand was back
by his side. Draco had disappeared inside the bathroom and after a minute the
shower turned on. Harry walked back to his bed and debated going down to chat with
the others for a bit, but then his body won out and he got undressed quickly,
pulling on pyjamas and slipping between the cool sheets happily. Here was one
thing Malfoy couldn�t spoil he thought, a good cool bed to slide into. By the
time Draco came out of the shower, dripping and yawning, Harry was asleep.

Harry woke up in the middle of the night again and swung his
legs over the side of the bed. It was cold and he thought someone had left a
window open. Looking to the double windows on the other side of the room they
were closed, but he could see the bathroom door was ajar and candlelight
flickered through the doorway. He shivered � it was too cold.

�Malfoy?� He called. No answer. He sighed and got up. Trust
the bloody moody git to be up at this hour, probably taking a bath with the
window open, no sane person would do that, only Mr. Cold Blooded in there� He
stalked over to the bathroom and pushed the door open, then stood in the
doorway uncertain and embarrassed all at once. A blush rose in his cheeks and
he thought about creeping away but then Malfoy turned his head and saw him.

�Fuck Potter, its bit late to want a shower now. How many
times do you have to wash a day to stay clean? I only ask cos we have a poll
running back at school�� Malfoy trailed off and looked back out of the open
window. He was perched on the ledge, fully dressed, feet dangling, hands
resting on the frame. Harry found his voice.

�What� Malfoy, what are you up to? Sneaking out?� He folded
his arms and glared at the blond boy. �Cos you know I�ll have to let McGonagall
know��

�Oh, that�s right, run to the teacher Potter� sound
familiar?� Malfoy hissed. He pulled his legs in and closed the window. �Guy
can�t even get a little fresh air around here without facing an interrogation
from Saint Potter and the Truancy League.�

�Oh shut up Malfoy.� Harry said, suddenly tired again. �I
just wanted the window closed. It�s bloody cold.�

�Wish granted.� Malfoy bowed and then strode past Harry into
the bedroom. �Now if you don�t mind I have some sleeping to do.� With that he
flopped down on his bed and started snoring realistically a moment later. Harry
stared at him in amazement. The guy was seriously messed up he decided as he
got back into bed and started to drowse. But� as he drifted off to sleep, one
thought nagged at him. When hlooklooked in the doorway� why had Malfoy been
crying?

Draco lay staring at the ceiling. Harry was asleep � he
could hear the boy�s breathing, deep and gentle, the breathing of someone in
deep sleep. He turned over and tried to doze off, knowing it was no use. He
couldn�t sleep with Harry in the same room as him, so near and yet� He shuffled
around, wondering what Harry was dreaming about. What was going on behind those
brilliant green eyes that he longed to stare into� gaze into�

Harry dreams he sits
up in bed back at Hogwarts and Malfoy is sitting beside him.

�What do you want,
Malfoy?� He asks, his voice unsteady. The dream-Draco reaches out a pale,
ghostly hand and caresses Harry�s cheek.

��You Harry. Only you.�
Then dream-Draco�s hand moves to Harry�s waist and they are close, closer than
they�ve ever been, and Harry can feel dream-Draco�s breath on his face, warm
and sensual. He leans forwards and then they are kissing, lips touching softly
and brushing against each other tentatively. He presses closer, wanting this
kiss, wanting this embrace. His hands go to dream-Draco�s waist and under his
jumper, pulling up the material and letting his hands slide over pale, smooth
skin. Dream-Draco sighs into Harry�s mouth and Harry presses him backwards
gently, wanting to be on top of him, to lie on top of his warmth and feel like
one person�

�Draco��

Draco sat up in bed, shuddering. He thought he heard his
name, but Potter was asleep, and the windows were closed now. Then it came
again.

�Draco� oh� god��

He got up and walked cautiously over to Harry�s bed. Now his
eyes had adjusted to the dark he could see the fit, dark-haired boy moving
slightly under the covers that are already halfway down his chest, his eyes
tightly shut but his lips parted temptingly, practically inviting a warm kiss
and a warm tongue. Draco was about to go back to bed, convinced that the boy was
not awake, but then Harry moved again and wriggled in his sleep, forcing the
co pas past his stomach and down to his ankles in one motion. He sighed in his
sleep and Draco stood, mesmerized, staring down at Harry�s sleeping body. Now
the covers were no longer over Harry Draco clearly saw the other boy�s
erection, making his thin pyjamas into a stiff tent. As he watched, fascinated,
Harry shifted again and called out.

�Oh� Draco� please, god��

Draco stepped back suddenly, alarmed. Harry was dreamingout out him! And from the looks of his trousers, they weren�t exactly fighting to
the death either. He stumbled back to bed, his mind spinning. What did this
mean? That Harry� no. No, he and Harry were worst enemies, always had been, and
always would be. It was probably just a normal teenage thing. They were both
eighteen now after all.

He pulled up the covers around his hears, thankful that
Harry�s moans seemed to have subsided for the moment. It was too much to hope about
the dark-haired boy who he�d lusted over ever since their sixth year ball when
in a drunken moment Harry had stumbled over to Draco and accidentally fallen
into his arms. Draco had looked into Harry�s drink-sodden eyes then, felt the
warm body pressed willingly against his and been horrified to find he wanted
Harry. Now he had comes to terms with it, but� he�d never told anyone, never
let it slip, never hinted to Harry that they might not be the worst enemies
Harry thought they were.

He turned over again, finding a cool spot on the pillow
gratefully. No matter now. Harry probably wouldn�t even remember his dream in
the morning. Better to forget the entire thing and pass it off as hormones.

�Ooh� Draco�� He sat up again, shivering and hot all over.
He couldn�t just lie there and listen to Harry calling his name all night. He
had to do something.

Draco got up, snuck over to Harry�s bed and sat carefully
next to the sleeping boy. Harry�s face was peaceful when he slept, Draco
thought. None of the worry lines he had started acquiring during the day. None
of the quiet dislike in those green eyes when they turned on Draco himself
either. He liked to think he saw more there, but what were the chances?
Everyone knew how he and Harry felt about each other.

�Mm�� Harry shifted in his sleep again. Draco watched at
first, fascinated by how the boy�s hands rested impatiently on his crotch, not
awake enough to satisfy what his dream was demanding. Then he moved his own
hands and, afraid but very, very turned on, touched Harry�s erection. At once
the boy stiffened in his sleep and cried out, a low moan without words. Draco
grew bolder at this and moved his hand downwards, forming it into a circle and
rubbing it the length of Harry�s cock. Harry moaned again and his back arched,
forcing himself farther into Draco�s hand. The blond boy pulled back, alarmed
by the instant reaction and aware that his own cock was straining at his
pyjamas. He made to get up� and then stayed. Harry was asleep. Wasn�t it likely
that this was going to be the only time Draco had to touch Harry like this? To
be with him? To� to kiss him even. The thought brought a blush his pale skin
and he shifted forwards a little, his attention now fixed on Harry�s flushed
cheeks and reps. ps. They looked soft and giving and for a moment he remembered
all the fantasies he�s ever had t tat taking Harry in his arms and pressing his
mouth against his. That decided it for him � if he didn�t kiss Harry now, he�d
probably never get the chance again.

Harry gazes down at
the dream-Draco in his arms. Dream-Draco gazes back, one hand above his head,
the other stroking the hair on the back of Harry�s head.

�I don�t understand.
Why didn�t you tell me this before?� Harry asks, but dream-Draco shakes his
head.

�How could I tell you?
I was worried you�d hate me all the more for it.�

�I could never hate
you.� Harry says quietly, and then he dips his head and their mouths press together
greedily, locked in a hungry kiss. Harry�s tongue slips between dream-Draco�s
lips and he feels the other boy shiver in his arms, bucking his hips up at
Harry�s, sending delicious tremors from Harry�s swollen cock around the rest of
his body. He presses his own hips down on dream-Draco�s and is delighted when
the other boy breaks the kiss to gasp for air, breathing raggedly.

Draco leaned forwards and licked his lips nervously. He was
inches from Harry�s face and he could feel the boy�s breathing, slightly harsh
on his cheek. He closed his eyes, prayed Harry wouldn�t wake up, and touched
his lips against Harry�s.

For a long moment he simply sat there, his lips pressed
lightly against Harry�s, certain that if he moved Harry would wake up and murder
him on the spot. Then, when nothing happened he relaxed and very gently moved
his mouth against Harry�s. The other boy responded at once, and elation flooded
Draco. He was finally kissing Harry, after almost a year of wanting to grab the
dark-haired, handsome young man and shove him against the nearest wall, not to
hurt him but to love him; finally he was feeling the warmth of Harry�s
breathing on his face, the soft, gentle movement of their mouths against each
other�

And then the world caved in.

Suddenly Harry feels
the boy in his arms start to melt away and he grabs at dream-Draco�s arms,
trying to hold him with him. But the boy is fading and so is the dream; he can
feel himself starting to wake.

And yet� somehow the
closer he comes to waking the more certain he is that he can still feel
dream-Draco kissing him, that their lips are still brushing against each
others, tongues swng ang around each other. He realises he is almost awake and
pushes through to the surface of waking to find�

�Oh shit!� A hoarse whisper in the dark. Harry�s eyes
blinked open and he raised a hand to rub them, confused. For a moment he was
certain that he had really kissed Draco Malfoy. Then he shuddered, horrified.
Why was he dreaming about Malfoy? And doing those things� he� Suddenly he
froze. He sat up very slowly and reached forward, and suddenly hushed breathing
relereleased and the dark form sitting on his bed tore away from his fingers
and stumbled backwards, alarmed. Harry reached out blindly and his fingers took
purchase in what felt like cotton. He pulled, and the form stumbled again, and
then fell to one knee. Harry wound his fingers in the cloth and groped with his
other hand on his table for his wand.

�Who are you and what were you doing?� He shouted, scared
out of his head but also exhilarated. The dark shape wasn�t struggling to get
away anymore and Harry finally found his wand.

�Lumos!� The room lit up and Harry�s stomach turned over. He
was holding tightly to Draco Malfoy�s shirt collar. The blond boy was gazing
down at him with something Harry had never seen in him before � pleading.

�Malfoy?� Harry said numbly. He let go and Malfoy stood,
brushing off his pyjamas. They were black and as Harry�s gaze travelled over
the good stitching he found himself drawn to thinking about what was under� no,
he wasn�t. He wouldn�t be. He looked up at Draco, who was trying to sneer and
failing.

�Potter.� Malfoy said. He was breathing strangely, Harry
noticed, and he looked slightly less pale than normal.

�What the fuck were you doing, Malfoy?� He hissed.

�You were� making noises Potter. I couldn�t sleep.�

�What, and you decided to watch me? Felt like turning into
another Dr. Freud did we Malfoy?!�

�Oh shut up Potter.� Malfoy said, but he sounded suddenly so
tired that Harry was taken aback. Malfoy turned away and was about to simply
fall into bed and sleep off the burning pain in his heart, when Harry called
out to him.

�Malfoy, I�� He looked down and cursed himself. He couldn�t.
No, he couldn�t, Malfoy was his worst enemy. You didn�t tell your worst enemy
when you had a kinky dream about them. It was probably just hormones or
something. But then Malfoy turned around and looked at Harry, and Harry
couldn�t stop himself.

�I dreamt about you. You and me.�

�Yeah?� Malfoy said, meaning it to be indifferent, but it
came out half-choked, and he couldn�t stop himself edging back towards Harry.

�Yeah. It� I� It doesn�t matter.� Harry said, and lay down
again. �Go back to sleep, Malfoy, I�ll try not to wake you up again.�

Draco stood at the end of Harry�s bed, looking down at Harry
and trying to fight the instinct to simply run back to his own bed and sink
into the pillow. That wasn�t right. Could he�? He stood there, torn and afraid
and scared to death that Harry was going to take out his wand again and
threaten him.

�Malfoy?� Harry asked. �Seriously, it doesn�t matter. Go
back to bed already.�

He didn�t decide till afterwards whether he�d really heard
something in Harry�s voice then or if he�d just imagined it to justify to
himself the incredible chance he then took, but what was done was done. Draco
paused only a second, and then he swiftly went to Harry�s side, sat beside the
dark-haired boy, and bent his head close to Harry�s. Harry lay there, frozen,
wondering what on earth was going on� and aware that he could feel Draco�s
breath, ragged and warm on his lips.

�It does matter.� Draco said quietly, and then he knelt and
brushed his lips softly over Harry�s. They both jolted as though they�d been
shocked and Harry suddenly found his legs and scrambled out from under Draco
until he was sitting opposite him, panting. Draco sat back and looked down.

�Sorry. Sorry, I shouldn�t have done that, I��

�Shut up.� Harry growled. Draco stared down miserably, tears
in his eyes, certain that Harry was probably going to kill him for that kiss.
At least he had that. A kiss to remember in the nights after Potter undoubtedly
told everyone that his worst enemy, Slytherin�s finest, had tried to kiss him.
Jesus, why had he been so stupid? He should have known how Potter felt�

Then warm hands were on his shoulders, pushing him back
against the pillows and forcing him gently to lie still. He tried to speak but
then Harry bent his head and kissed Draco, their lips brushing first lightly
and then pressing against each other firmly. Harry opened his mouth and ran his
tongue over Draco�s lips. The other boy moaned softly at this and opened his
mouth to Harry�s. Their tongues met and played over each other, breath mingling
and lips crushing together. Harry broke the kiss first and trailed his lips
over Draco�s chin, down his neck and to his collarbone. He nibbled on this
lightly and Draco moaned again, gasping for breath.

�Harry� why�� Harry sat up, his lips red from kissing and
his cheeks flushed.

�It was you I was dreaming about. You, Ma� Draco.� He leaned
down again and touched his lips to Draco�s then drew back. �What do you want,
Draco?� He asked, remembering the words from his dream. And Draco replied, not
knowing he was echoing himself.

�You Harry. Only you.� Harry smiled and his hands went to
Draco�s pyjama top, fiddling with the silky buttons. Draco took the hint and
started undoing Harry�s top. When their tops were thrown to the floor Harry lay
down against Draco�s chest and kissed him gently, loving the feel of skin
against skin. This was right, he thought, this was how things were meant to be.
Draco sighed underneath him and Harry pressed his hips down, turning the sigh
into a choked groan.

They were naked in seconds, skin brushing across skin, lips
trailing over exposed flesh, tongues flicking over necks, hands, chests� Harry
wriggled down the bed and slipped Draco�s erection into his mouth before the
other boy could register what was happening. Draco bit back a yell of surprise
and lay back, his hands tangling in Harry�s hair, slipping back and forth as
Harry�s lips moved up and down his cock. The exquisite warmth ran up and down
his length and when he came, trying not to scream and ending up turning his
head and moaning into the pillow, he felt as though fireworks had gone off
throughout his body, lighting him up and pushing him to the brink of complete
ecstasy and then over into the abyss. When Harry surfaced, licking his lips and
grinning, Draco grabbed his shoulders and kissed him passionately, pausing to
gasp for breath.

�You� you�ve done that before.� He murmured into the soft,
fucking genius mouth that caressed
his in the afterglow of his orgasm. Harry laughed softly and shook his head,
his hair brushing Draco�s nose.

�Never. You�re the first.� They lay for long minutes
together, kissing and snuggling against each other. Draco ran his hands down to
Harry�s cock and found it half-erect. Smiling into Harry�s mouth, he slipped
down the boy and kissed the head of his cock, licking the precum off. Harry�s
mouth dropped open in an �o� of silent pleasure and Draco grinned up at him,
then set about returning the favour.

�Draco� Draco, please�� Harry cried minutes later. Draco
looked up, his mouth slightly open. Harry was close, he knew that, but the boy
tangled his hand in Draco�s hair and made him stop.

�What?�

�I want to make love to you.� Harry whispered, blushing but
wanting it badly. Draco�s eyes widened, and he sat up properly.

�Are you sure?� He asked. Harry nodded, and he nodded back,
leaning forwards to kiss him and then pulling him up gently into a sitting
position. They switched places easily, Draco sliding under Harry, pleased by
the feel of his cock rubbing against the sheets. Harry supported himself on his
elbows� and then hesitated.

�Draco, I never��

�Finger me. Make me ready.� Came back the answer, and
Harry�s breathing sped up. Draco relaxed and laid still, waves of desire
shooting through him as he heard Harry mutter a lubrication charm and when he
felt Harry�s first finger nudging against his hole. Then it was inside him,
slick and good, and he bucbackbackwards, wanting more. Harry gasped and pushed
a second, then a third finger in. Draco pushed his face into the pillow and
tried not to scream again. Gods, it was so� Then he felt Harry�s fingers leave
him and something bigger push at him. He pushed back against it and heard Harry
groan. Then Harry�s cock was pushing into him, filling him, and he moaned into
the pillow, it felt so good, tight
and unusual but good� Harry looked
down at Draco, breathing hard, buried in him to the hilt. He leaned forwards
and licked Draco�s neck lovingly, tickling the sensitive skin with his tongue,
and felt the vibrations all the way to his cock when Draco laughed. He pulled
out a little and went forwards again; sweat sliding down his back and beading
on his face. It was so� he�d never felt anything like it, not at all like the
gentle, awkward touching he and Cho had tried when they had been together, he
had never known, never dreamt it
could be like this, it was so good�
he sped up, leaning forwards to kiss Draco�s neck, hearing the other boy cry
out. He felt his own climax building and thrust forwards, deep into Draco, and
cried out, calling Draco�s name and collapsing in top of him in a hot, stick
mass as he came, delirious with happiness. Gods, it was so good�

They lay together, sweaty and hot, the covers on Harry�s bed
kicked down to the edge, naked skin against naked skin. Draco sighed
contentedly against Harry�s chest as he drifted off to sleep, nuzzling the skin
happily. This was perfect, he thought. Perfect. Right. Harry was stroking his
hair drowsily with one hand, and as he started to fall asleep he heard the boy
speak.

�Draco?�

�Yeah?�

�How long?�

�About a year.� Draco answered, knowing what he meant. �Ever
since the Yule Ball in sixth year. You�re so fucking hot when you�re drunk.

Harry laughed and closed his eyes.

�I never knew.�

�I know. Think I�d just tell you?�

Harry propped himself up on his elbows and looked down
quizzically at Draco.

�I wish you had
told me. I�ve wanted you since the Yule Ball too you know. You were holding, me
up, I remember, and the look in your eyes�� He sighed and laid back down. �You
were the most gorgeous person in the room that night.�

Draco said nothing, only leant his head against Harry and
stared up at the ceiling happily. This, he thought, was happiness.
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