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Dragon Blood	By : Aline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 55990 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
*Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters from it doesn’t belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling, I’m not gaining anything but fun from writing this.

Author’s note: Here it is. I hope it’s worth the wait. I’ve been dealing with an increasingly high mountain of work. There’s really little time to write.

Chapter 11. It was not supposed to be like this.

Harry paced back and forth in the training room after a painfully embarrassing and enlightening conversation with Hermione.

He had been beyond shocked when the bushy-haired girl had approached him that morning and told him that they needed to talk about Malfoy. She had wanted to know why he always seemed to need close contact with the boy. Harry had looked at her warily and had denied such thing. He had told her that he rather liked to have Malfoy as a friend. Harry had been utterly baffled when she had pressed her lips in a thin line and had asked if he really thought that it was that simple. Then she had proceeded to inform him that Malfoy really was flirting with him and that he had been encouraging the boy’s advances!

At first he had believed that Hermione was following Ginny’s lead, but his friend had patiently explained what she had been seeing in both his and Malfoy’s behaviour and had not let him explode in anger until she had finished. Harry had been without words by then. Never in a million years would he have thought that the way he had been interacting with Malfoy could be considered flirting on both parts. He had sworn to Hermione that he hadn’t done it on purpose. Hermione had believed him, after all that was exactly why she had decided to talk with him in the first place. But then she had asked if he was interested in Malfoy, or even felt a bit curious.

Harry had been terribly confused. At first he had hastily denied any possible attraction towards the blond, but his friend had given him the special look of incredulity and he had ended shamefully accepting that he could perhaps feel a tiny bit curious. He hadn’t been capable of accepting to Hermione that he had been dreaming about Malfoy in a daily basis. Especially since some of the dreams had featured not only the Slytherin, but the twins too. He had already accepted that the dreams were a product of his curiosity and had decided to enjoy them while they lasted. Of course he expected them to end soon; there was no need to alert anyone of their existence.

Hermione had given him all kinds of embarrassing suggestions, from reading more about gay couples to try some “exploration” with Malfoy. She had been completely sure that the blond would not object to it as he surely was only curious about Harry himself and willing to have some fun. Harry had been torn between wonder at the idea of Malfoy wanting anything to do with him and shocked horror at Hermione even suggesting such a way of action. He had actually asked her if she was feeling sick. She had looked confused and he had commented that she was being unnaturally calm about the whole situation. The girl had shrugged and had informed him that she had done some reading and considered his attraction to be a phase. According to her, many young boys could experiment something similar. It was not at all dangerous and not permanent either, so Harry could go have his fun with Malfoy and his curiosity would have been dealt with.

Harry had been open mouthed after that and had only half-hear to Hermione’s multiple advice. Right to the moment when she had mentioned Ginny and his relationship with her. Harry had gritted his teeth, but before he could protest that there was no romantic relationship with Ginny Hermione had put a hand over his mouth and said that she knew they had fallen out, and had pointed out that Ginny, and all of his friends, expected them to return eventually. In everyone’s minds they were apart because Harry wanted to protect the girl he loved, but when the danger had disappeared and the war ended they would return to each other and be happy together. Harry had said it himself just when they had returned home after Dumbledore’s burial.

Hermione had suggested that Harry get over his curiosity quickly, because once he and Ginny were together such things could not happen again. Then she had gone in search of Ron, leaving Harry fuming.

Harry had been furious with her. It really wasn’t her business what Harry decided to do with his crush with Malfoy. Harry hadn’t asked her opinion and therefore he didn’t have to follow her advice! But she had given him something to think about. She had called Ginny the girl he loved. If he loved her so much, why was he feeling any attraction at all for other person? It was not right. Harry was now convinced that he wasn’t in love with Ginny, and so letting her think otherwise was wrong of him. He would have to put things right with her, even if he hurt her at first it would be the best in the long run.

As for his recently discovered infatuation with Malfoy… Maybe it’ll go away if he ignored it? He still had some troubles accepting the fact that the blond was showing an interest in him. Malfoy had said that he had standards; surely Harry didn’t fit in them? And if he talked with Malfoy, what would he say? This entire flirting thing was so very frustrating!

Harry didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship he had discovered with Malfoy, but he had to do something to prevent the other boy from getting the wrong idea. Maybe he had to talk with the blond, just to know what his intentions were. He got out of the room and wandered down the hall. Hermione had told him that she and Ron would go to the Burrow to help Mrs. Weasley with her garden, and to investigate what they could about the past crisis. So, he’ll have about an hour more before they returned. He walked nervously towards the potion’s lab, where Draco was at the moment, thinking about what he was going to say. He didn’t want any misunderstandings. He reached the door and was about to knock when he heard someone running up the stairs and seconds later Ron screamed for him at the top of his lungs.

“Harry!!”

The boy turned around to see what happened and even Malfoy poked his head out of the potions’ lab. Ron halted before his friend.

“Harry… the Death Eaters are attacking the Ministry!!”

“What?”

“Everyone is there! Mom and Dad too! They need help Harry!”

Harry bolted down the hall, Draco’s voice reaching him before he went downstairs.

“Wait! You’re going?!”

Harry barely turned over to answer.

“Of course we’re going! We’re needed there!!”

“But it’s dangerous! You could get killed Potter!”

Ron glared at the blond while following Harry downstairs.

“You’ll never understand it Malfoy!”

“Of course not! It’s usually difficult to understand why some people want to commit suicide!”

The blond was yelling from the top of the stairs to the boys that were already in front of the fireplace. Harry turned to him once Ron had taken the floo.

“Look Malfoy, we have family there that needs us. We can’t stay here and not help!”

“I don’t think your family would be very pleased if you go there and get killed!”

“Look, there’s no time to argue with you Malfoy! We’ll be back later!”

And he was gone in seconds. Malfoy felt extremely angry with the Gryffindor.

“Potter! Bloody idiot! I hope someone crucio you!”

He returned to the lab, cursing stupid Gryffindors with big hero complexes.

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It was clear that the battle was lost. It had been lost before Harry and Ron arrived, but now it promised to be a downright disaster. Harry cursed himself while dodging hexes and doing his best to put down as many Death Eaters as he possibly could. He had been an idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot! Malfoy had told them to wait but Nooo, he had been too anxious and too ready for some action that he had walked directly into one of Voldemort’s traps! Again! And this time all of them were going to be killed! It didn’t matter that he had no way to know that a set of antiaparition wards were going to be triggered the moment he appeared into the fight and that the floo was useless. In Harry’s mind the fact that no one was able to leave the Ministry was still his fault. He should have waited! Now it was all lost because of his stupidity!

Voldemort was there, he could feel his presence. He was waiting until everyone was tired or dead to make his appearance. He was taunting Harry with his mental proximity, telling him that no matter how brave they fought, that the aurors and the Minister himself were doing an excellent job keeping the werewolves and dementors at bay, a task that was even harder because it was a full moon. Sooner or later they were going to fall. It was Harry’s fault and no one will be able to kill Voldemort because they had not yet found Ravenclaw’s horcrux!

Somewhere to Harry’s left was a horrible sound that announced that a whole wing of the building had collapsed. The area where Harry was fighting was what used to be the atrium and all around him were debris, fire and hexes everywhere. There was a dense fog surrounding what was left of the building and some aurors, with Minister Scrimgeour and Moody leading them, were valiantly trying to open a way for escape. It was useless, they were clearly outnumbered. Harry was nearly crying in desperation.

Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him in time to avoid a nasty curse. He lost his equilibrium momentarily and did half a spin. In the movement he caught sight of Ron being chased by a big snake. Nagini. Nagini was there. That meant that Voldemort was close. He tried to run towards his friend but the person that had pulled him was still grabbing his arm. Said person tightened his grasp at Harry’s efforts to go away.

“No! Let me go! Ron’s in danger!”

“No Harry! Stay with me! They’re going to help him!”

Harry noticed then that Tonks had gone to Ron’s aid. She had managed to attract Nagini’s attention while another auror was keeping Ron apart. Ron however didn’t look relieved. He was waving his hands desperately, yelling something at Tonks. Harry noticed then that the young woman was holding something up her head, clearly intending to hit the snake with it.

“No! Tonks, no!”

Harry watched in slow motion as the Auror took the large thing down and hit square on Nagini’s head.

The world quite literally exploded into red light and Harry was thrown to the floor and covered by a body. The most inhuman scream of agony resounded in his head and he yelled in pain before loosing consciousness.

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Harry entered Grimmauld place shaking from head to toe. Moody had forcefully ejected him from St. Mungo’s where the survivors of the attack were being tended to. Harry had been one of the few lucky ones to just spend a night in the hospital, but that had been due to the fact that Mr. Weasley had shielded him with his body when the world had exploded and everything had been blurry and confusing after that. Harry had refused to leave the hospital earlier, wanting to stay with the Weasleys, but Alastor had said that someone needed to be at headquarters and finally had all but ordered Harry to go. It was night already and the Gryffindor boy had protested that he wanted to be there with his friends, but Moody had only glared at him until he had relented. Now the boy was alone and feeling terrible for being the cause of the disaster.

No one knew exactly what had happened. The Order was wondering if Voldemort had managed to get away unscathed, and how many Death Eaters had managed to escape. The one thing that Harry was certain of was that Nagini was dead. Whatever thing Tonks had gotten from the department of mysteries had been extremely powerful. The horcrux-snake’s magical protection had reacted awfully to it and Nagini and the artefact had technically destroyed each other. Unfortunately, they had taken with them almost everything in close proximity, including a good part of what had been left of the Ministry building and the majority of the dementors. Many people had died, many more had been injured, Aurors and Death Eaters alike, the onslaught of magic had been dreadful.

Harry collapsed in front of the main stairs. The Nagini-horcrux had been destroyed, but it hadn’t been done the correct way. It had been chaotic. There should be a way to destroy the horcruxes without people getting killed in the process. Harry sat on the floor and put his forehead on his knees.

Mr. Weasley was dead. Harry didn’t want to think about that, he didn’t want to think about Tonks… and Ron… Harry wanted to scream. Ron had known that Nagini was a horcrux and that they couldn’t kill her yet, but no one else had been aware of that. As far as the world had known Nagini had been a big snake… with one hell of a magical protection.

People had died because they had been hit by the onslaught of magic, but the majority had fallen victim of the collapsing building.

Harry started crying. It was all wrong! No one should be dead! If he hadn’t show up in the battlefield the trap would not have triggered! If he had not gone Voldemort surely wouldn’t have either and so Nagini wouldn’t have been there! He should have stayed in the damned house and waited! He put his head on his crossed arms and wept for long moments, until the silence of the house was too much for him.

“Kreacher!”

The old elf appeared in front of him, looking like he rather be in any other place.

“Master want something of old Kreacher?”

“Bring me something to drink, something strong. There must be some kind of alcohol in this house, bring me what you find!”

The elf narrowed his eyes, clearly disapproving of his master’s petition. But he was nothing if not a well trained elf and after a moment of disgust his ears lifted and his mouth formed a tentative smile.

“As Master wishes.”

And he popped out to look for what Harry wanted.

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“Kreacher should not give that to Master Harry Potter! Stubborn witch brought it!”

Dobby crossed his arms and stood in front of the older elf, which was holding a bottle of firewhisky. Kreacher all but sneered at him.

“We knows what the witch put in it. But witch not here. Master Potter and Master Malfoy are. Master asked for some of this drink. Opportunity is not to be wasted.”

“But Master Harry Potter is knowing…”

“He is not. Master not knowing of witch treachery. Witch not going to tell. No one else in the house at moment. Just the two Masters.”

Dobby looked doubtful and sniffed at the bottle. He pulled on his ears nervously.

“Master Harry Potter not liking this. Should do it himself…”

“Too slow. Magic getting weaker. Soon no more house-elves. No more creatures. They instructed for us to help.”

Dobby finally straightened and muttered something under his breath, giving a nod and disappearing.

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Draco could tell that something was wrong. He laid on the bed, trying to pinpoint the uneasy feeling that had awoken him. Sally was still recovering from the drain of magic that Draco’s change had caused and was far from his reach. The boy bit his lips nervously. He didn’t like to not be able to talk with Sally, he had quickly grow accustomed to her presence in his mind and felt a bit abandoned now.

He huffed in irritation and tried to get back to sleep when a sudden “pop” made him turn to the bedside, where a frantic Dobby was jumping up and down.

“Master Malfoy sir! Master Harry Potter not well sir!”

Draco sat on the bed, frowning at the elf.

“Potter is here?”

“Master Harry Potter just arrived! He not well sir! He needing help sir!”

Draco hadn’t been informed about how the Ministry attack had ended. He only knew that Potter had, predictably, ended in St. Mungo’s. The blond was still annoyed at the carelessness of the Gryffindor boy, besides, if Potter had returned to the house it meant that he was well enough to walk to his bedroom all by himself. He didn’t see the need for him to go aid the golden-boy. He was about to said so to the worried elf when the wretched thing suddenly disappeared. Draco was baffled.

“Dobby? Dobby! … Stupid elf…”

He debated for a while whether he should get up and see what the matter with Potter was. After all, it could be a perfect opportunity to bond with him. But the boy was so annoying some times! The idiot surely received a set of curses meant for another in an effort to save some nameless person! It was infuriating!

In the end, Draco decided that he could help Potter get to his bed, and while doing so he was going to give him a piece of his mind. He got up, put on a night robe and decidedly walked out of the room.

He was midway down the stairs when he heard the sobs coming from the hunched figure at the foot of them. He hesitated a bit. He was not sure he would be any help if Potter was by any chance mourning. But Dobby had mentioned that the boy was not well, maybe it was better to check on him. Draco finished to climb down the stairs and leaned towards the black-haired boy.

“Hey Potter. You’re gonna get a cold down here on the floor.”

At the tenuous light that filtered through the window, Malfoy saw Potter’s head straightening and then tilting backwards in order to take a deep gulp from a bottle. Draco’s eyes narrowed and immediately snatched the thing from Potter’s grasp. The strong smell quickly got to his nostrils.

“Potter, what is this? Are you drinking firewhisky?”

The blond noticed alarmed that the bottle had been already half emptied. He hoped that it was not the first time that the Gryffindor had drunk something as strong as the firewhisky.

“This can’t be healthy Potter! Where did you get this?”

“I don’t see how doess that mattersss… Give it back!”

“I don’t think so! You are already talking with a slur, I can notice it!”

“Wharever you care Malfoy!”

The blond frowned in annoyance, but got hold of himself quite quickly.

“Look Potter, I’m sure that whatever happened wasn’t your fault, ok? You’re obviously grieving for something, but I think that you have already drunk enough. Just leave this bottle here and let’s get you into your bed shall we?”

A bit of hysterical laughter answered Malfoy’s little speech. The boy started to worry.

“Potter? Please don’t tell me that you’re actually drunk!”

“He’s dead Malfoy! Dead…”

Draco knelt in front of the boy and put a hand on his knee.

“What are you talking about Potter? Who’s dead?”

“… *sniff* he… and Tonks too… Oh God, Ron…”

Harry lifted his head and locked eyes with Draco. The blond was at a loss of words. He could tell how much the other boy was hurting and didn’t want to make things worse. He knelt beside Potter and reached over to grab one of the boy’s hands, gently squeezing it. The boy leaned on him and Draco started to rub small circles in the Gryffindor’s back, trying to comfort him.

“I’m sorry Potter. I know how much the family means to you… I know he’s… was… your best friend…”

The sobbing quieted a bit and Potter squeezed back Draco’s hand with a sigh.

“Thanks…”

“Come on, you can’t stay here in the cold. Let’s get you into your bed, you’ll be more comfortable.”

He helped Harry to his feet and up the stairs. He was relieved to see that the house-elves were thoughtful enough to turn on the lamps of the hallway. Even when he suspected that Potter wasn’t really drunk, only deeply depressed, he was partially supporting the boy’s weight.

“Merlin Potter, you really are a bad drinker.”

The Gryffindor huffed, but continued leaning on the blond. They soon arrived to their destination and Draco opened the room’s door, guiding his charge into it and noticing with relief that the lights were turned on too. They hadn’t taken three steps towards the bed when Harry suddenly grabbed Malfoy’s arms and turned him around to face him. Draco was surprised and yelped. He looked into Potter’s vibrant green eyes in confusion, those beautiful eyes… that were a bit unfocused.

“Potter?”

“Do you know you’re really pretty?”

Draco’s eyes widened in shock. The first idea that crossed his mind was that Potter had completely lost it. Maybe he was actually drunk? But then he remembered the “lust spell” that was still active and still pulling at him to be with Potter as much as possible. He had to stop himself from cursing loudly.

‘No, no, no, no! This can’t happen now!’

The blond tried to disentangle himself, but Harry didn’t let him go, in fact, the black-haired boy pressed himself to Draco’s body and trapped him in a forceful hug. Draco sensed the pull of the lust spell getting stronger.

“Potter, what are you doing?! You’re drunk…”

Harry leaned a bit and nipped at the blonde’s earlobe.

“You smell so good… like pine…”

Draco felt like melting on the spot. He grabbed the other boy’s robes for support and moaned when Potter started licking and sucking at his neck. His mind was wavering, unable for a moment to remember why exactly this wasn’t a good idea. Then Harry moved a little and started to kiss Draco’s jaw, his lips brushed the blonde’s and Draco came back to reality with a start. The smell of firewhisky still too evident for him. With a bit of effort he pushed Potter away and tried to reason with him.

“No, Potter listen… I don’t know how many bottles of firewhiskey you already had when I found you, because obviously it wasn’t just half a bottle. You’re drunk. You don’t want to do this…”

Harry’s response was to trap the blonde’s face in his hands and force him to look directly into his eyes. Draco gasped and felt totally lost. Potter’s eyes were still unfocussed, but bright with determination.

“How do you know that it’s not what I want?”

The voice had lost its previous slur. If not for the smell of alcohol, Draco wouldn’t have believed that Harry had drunk anything.

“Potter… mmph!”

The Gryffindor suddenly leaned over and kissed Malfoy, deeply, almost forcefully. Draco was too shocked to do anything about it before the kiss abruptly ended.

“It’s Harry, Draco. I do think I really want this… I want you…”

Harry’s hands found their way under Draco’s robe and fumbled with the pyjama shirt the blond was wearing. His mouth trailed kisses down Malfoy’s jaw and neck. The blond moaned quietly at the attention, but he still tried to stop Potter, albeit reluctantly.

“N-no… Harry wait… you’ll be sorry in the morning… think about Ginny?”

“What about her?” Harry said between kisses, his arms had found their way under Draco’s night clothes and had trapped the blonde’s upper torso.

“Well… aaah… she’s your… umm… your girlfriend…”

“She’s not… and she’s not here now… you are… and you’re infinitely better…”

Malfoy wouldn’t deny that the last statement pleased him immensely. It would be even better if Potter would have been in his right mind. As it was, Malfoy was sure that the lust spell was what was talking and not really Harry, but even with this knowledge he was quickly loosing the battle against Potter’s insistence.

“Potter… please… ow!”

Malfoy gave a yelp of surprise when he suddenly fell onto the bed. He had not realised that the Gryffindor had been slowly guiding him across the room. His eyes widened in surprise as Harry was immediately over him, his stare fixing him on place.

“You want this too Malfoy. I know you do. All these past days you have been a tease. There’s no reason for you to be so difficult now.”

Malfoy gaped at the boy, only to gasp a second later when he felt said boy’s hand cupping his semi-erection, which was slowly getting harder. Harry smiled.

“You want this Draco…” He squeezed a bit to prove his point and the blonde’s back arched.

“Fuck! … Please… Harry… we can’t…” he was panting now, he realized that it was a lost cause. Potter was too far gone for reason to reach him, and he would be no better in short moments.

“Of course we can…”

Harry had both of them lying properly on the bed in an instant and Draco forgot himself and the multiple reasons to stop Potter. The lust spell along with the Gryffindor’s ministrations finally overwhelmed him and soon he was happily aiding Harry in the task to get both of them naked. The only thought remaining in his mind was that it would be foolish to let go an opportunity like the one presenting itself after all. They immersed in the exploration of each others body.

Harry’s mouth was sucking vigorously at Malfoy’s neck while his hands roamed over the blonde’s well defined torso. Draco had one hand entangled in the other boy’s hair and with the other he removed Harry’s glasses before starting to explore the Gryffindor’s skin. His body arched in pleasure at every touch. He moaned Harry’s name when the Gryffindor tentatively touched his erection. His hips moved back and forth in an effort to increase the friction.

Harry kissed his lips tenderly at first and Malfoy nibbled the boy’s lower lip. They slowly engaged themselves in a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths hungrily, wanting more. The blond gasped in Harry’s mouth when the black-haired boy pulled at his length strongly. Immediately he took one of his hands to guide him to the proper rhythm and then teased Harry’s own erection. The Gryffindor groaned and trailed kisses all along Draco’s jaw and neck, right to the blonde’s chest and toyed with a nipple. He started to move his body and push apart the Slytherin’s long legs, so he could kneel between them. His hand had changed the rhythm slightly and was also playing with Draco’s balls.

Malfoy was so lost enjoying what Harry was doing that his brain didn’t quite register the fact that he was starting to feel wet between his legs, or that Harry’s hand was wandering behind his testicles, finding and prodding at an entrance that shouldn’t be there. He didn’t think much of Harry’s fingers massaging around said entrance and muttering something about having believed men to need artificial lubrication. It wasn’t until he felt the hard tip of Harry’s length pressing for entrance that awareness returned to him and he opened his eyes wide to look into the glassed and unfocused ones of Harry. He remembered that the Gryffindor wasn’t in his five senses and wasn’t actually realizing what he was doing. Which was fortunate if you thought about it, because there was no other way that Harry would have overlooked the extra anatomy that Draco now possessed. But Draco suddenly had the impression that having sex with a barely conscious Harry, who was evidently inexperienced, was not the best of ideas.

Draco wasn’t a virgin and he knew that without proper preparation the experience could be quite painful for both participants. Granted, his body seemed to have taken care of the lubrication, but the blond just knew that there was something missing. He needed to be able to relax and he had had not much time to explore himself as Salamanca had suggested. Draco gulped and grabbed Harry’s arms, trying to get support.

“W-wait Harry… not yet… oh!”

Harry pushed inside Draco. The head of his erection going in easily enough, but his advance found resistance too soon. Harry and Draco both frowned. The Gryffindor pushed insistently and the blond was starting to feel pain. He didn’t quite understand. He tried to relax his insides, to make the entrance easier, but the obstacle was still there.

Draco suddenly remembered a very embarrassing conversation with his father when he had been ten. He had asked what his mother had meant when she had mentioned an “untouched” girl as the perfect candidate to a proper marriage. His father had then given him the sex talk and mentioned virginity. The boy had then asked how a man was supposed to know that a woman was really a virgin and Lucius had explained, in detail, the hymen. He had described it as a fragile membrane, easily torn by the first penetration of a man, and had assured his son that he would know when he encountered it in a woman.

Draco’s eyes opened wide as Harry pulled out and grabbed his hips firmly.

“Harry, stop! W-wait… oow!”

Harry pushed inside and Draco felt something tearing inside him. Fragile membrane his ass! It bloody hurt!

Harry stopped only for a moment while he enjoyed the feeling of Draco’s inner walls tight around him and then started moving slowly. In and out. Falling easily into rhythm, kissing Draco while the blonde’s tightly pressed lips softened bit by bit.

Malfoy started to feel the effect of Harry’s erection brushing against his prostate every time he moved. The pain was receding and Draco put his legs around Harry’s waist, looking for support and changing angle. The new position made Harry’s thrusts easier and the pleasure from Draco’s prostate accentuated. The blond soon was moaning again and meeting Harry’s thrusts. One of his hands stayed on Harry’s arm while with the other he stroked his own erection, following the rhythm. They soon fell in perfect synchrony.

The Slytherin was feeling funny tingles inside him, he assumed that was due to Harry’s movement but he had never felt like that before. Instinctively he knew that something was requiring his attention, but frankly he didn’t know what else to do. He moved a bit faster, making Harry increase his thrusts and fuck him hard. Draco came first and yelled Harry’s name in his ecstasy. The Gryffindor lasted a minute more before his hold on Malfoy’s hips tightened and he spilled his seed deep inside the blond.

Harry took a moment to calm down and then got out from Draco. The boy gasped at the loss and moved to let Harry lay down beside him. The Gryffindor took the Slytherin in his arms, after having quickly charmed them clean, and both cuddled around each other. Draco felt Harry’s lips still kissing his temple tenderly and smiled when he heard the boy whisper.

“Who would have known that you were so wonderful Draco…”

Then exhaustion took over and both boys succumbed to sleep.

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‘Safe… he’ll keep us safe…’

“Mmmm…”

Draco was half-listening to Sally’s murmur in his head. He wasn’t totally awake yet. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He was extremely comfortable and warm and had the fleeting suspicion that moving would bring an ungodly amount of discomfort. So he stayed immobile, listening to Sally’s purring noises, enjoying the feeling of the arms around him and ignoring the rising notion nagging at the back of his consciousness informing him that something was wrong.

He absently noticed that he could indeed hear Sally once more and happy with that discovery he was ready to push away any other concern and force himself back into sleep, when the arms around him shifted and the person behind him groaned. His mind alerts woke up at that moment and brought to his attention the fact that he was not supposed to be sleeping with anyone. Draco frowned, still in his half-sleep state, and did an effort to remember whom the body behind him belonged to.

Not two seconds later his eyes opened wide and panic instantly replaced the comforting feeling of being snuggled in bed with a warm companion. He quickly decided that he didn’t want to be there when Potter waked up and proceeded to try and extract himself from the other boy’s embrace as quietly as possible. But it was already too late. He felt Potter’s body moving against him and one hand flustered his hair lazily. Potter’s breath at the back of his neck changed minutely and he heard the boy mumbling incoherently about pine. He was in the same state that Malfoy had been short seconds ago, still blessedly ignorant of the situation, but if Draco moved the other boy would undoubtedly wake.

The Slytherin remained very still and prayed to the gods that Potter wasn’t coherent enough to notice him and tired enough to fall asleep again. Unfortunately, no god seemed to be listening because the next thing Draco felt was Harry’s body going completely stiff and a sharp intake of breath. He braced himself for what he was sure was going to be an aggressive reaction on Potter’s part.

Harry slowly waked up and sighed in contentment. He had feared to have nightmares about the ministry, but instead he had had a wonderful dream about Draco… Harry frowned while images intruded in his semi-conscious mind. He gradually recognized a peculiar smell of pine and the soft texture of whatever his hand was toying with at the moment. There was warm in front of him, it was weird, as if someone was in bed with him. Harry’s mind was confused for a moment and then he stiffened and opened his eyes to the blurry image of blond hair before him. Draco. Draco Malfoy. What had he done?

The recent memories of what he had thought a dream came suddenly back, but of course the clearer ones were those where Malfoy had been attempting to get away. He remembered with crystal clarity the exact moment when the blond had pleaded him to stop just before he… had… Harry felt like screaming. He hurriedly released Draco and scrambled away from him. The blond sighed and sat up on the bed, not looking at Harry and clearly scanning the floor for his things.

“Jesus! God Malfoy I…! I’m sorry I-I didn’t…!”

“I know Potter.” Draco interrupted. “You didn’t want this. It just happened. Don’t worry yourself, no one will know.”

“No! That’s not it! I-I… Fuck! Are you ok?”

Harry tentatively approached the blond and raised a hand towards him, not sure if his touch would be accepted. Malfoy sighed again and tried to stand up, wincing almost imperceptibly. Harry of course noticed it and immediately considered it to mean that Draco was in pain. He put a hand on the boy’s shoulder to prevent him from getting up and hastily pulled a robe that was on a chair nearby. He put the robe over Draco’s shoulders while talking hurriedly to him.

“Oh god, you’re hurt aren’t you? I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know what happened to me! I swear Malfoy! I never wanted to hurt you! This wasn’t supposed to happen I swear!”

Malfoy looked in shock at a genuinely worried and frantic Harry and didn’t know what to do. The boy was upset and was apologizing to him. Draco had expected Potter to be angry and to blame him for what had happened, not for the Gryffindor to be worried that Draco had been hurt. He put on the robe that Harry’s nervous hands were trying to unsuccessfully fast around him and took hold of the boy’s upper arms, looking into his eyes.

“Potter, I’m fine. Really. There’s no need for you to be frantic over this. You were upset last night; I understand that that doesn’t mean you wanted me, I…”

“No! You don’t understand! I-I only wanted us to be friends, but I’ve been having these strange dreams and Hermione made me realize that perhaps I wanted other things and I…!”

“Calm down Potter, would you? I don’t quite grasp what you’re trying to tell me.”

Harry took a deep breath and pulled the chair to sit down before the blond. He found another robe, and fortunately his glasses, and put them on before trying his explanation again.

“I had a talk with Hermione and she made me realize that I may be feeling a bit of attraction for you. But I wasn’t going to act on it! Actually, I was very confused and trying to decide what I wanted to do about it. If I wanted to do anything, that’s it. I know that you can’t possibly feel like that about me anyway, no matter what Hermione and Ginny think, so I was just going to ignore it. I swear Malfoy, I didn’t want to hurt you, I-I don’t know what happened last night! It just was… like I was just feeling and my brain had shut down or something… I…”

Draco had heard enough. He put a hand over Harry’s mouth to shut him up and then sighed. He knew what had happened, it had been the spell. There was no real attraction; Potter just had been feeling the effects of the spell all that time. And now he was feeling guilty over something that wasn’t his fault. Draco didn’t want to tell him the truth, how was he going to explain the spell? But he couldn’t leave the boy feeling upset, besides, now that the spell was broken the Gryffindor will stop to feel the attraction. They could pretend that it had been just curiosity and that Potter had gotten over it. Malfoy thought for a second of what he was going to say.

“Listen Potter. It was not your fault. You were not yourself last night, you were pretty upset, and I didn’t exactly stop you.”

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Malfoy silenced him with a glare.

“Don’t talk yet Potter, just listen. I have been enjoying your company these days and I accept that I have been trying to attract your attention. I had a crush on you, you see, but I know that you are straight and I didn’t tell you anything because I really wanted to be your friend and I didn’t want to ruin it. I just couldn’t help it. I don’t know what happened to you last night, other than the fact that you were drinking firewhisky, but it was also my fault. I let it happen Potter, you can’t say I put much resistance.”

He had removed his hand from Harry’s mouth by then, and the Gryffindor was scowling.

“You weren’t the one who forced the other in your bed.”

“You didn’t force me Potter.”

“I remember you telling me to stop! And you screamed when I-I… I did force you…!”

Harry dropped his eyes in shame and Draco had to put a hand on his jaw to make him look up again.

“No! I accept that it took me by surprise and things didn’t happen like I would have preferred, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want it Potter. And I enjoyed it.”

Harry bit his lip nervously and looked uncertain. Draco sighed.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything. I know that you don’t want anything like this… well not with me anyway. I know Potter, and I understand. You feel guilty, but there’s no reason for you to feel that way. I’m sorry, I knew that you didn’t really want to do it, but I just didn’t want to stop you.”

“You really think you could have?”

Harry’s eyes were hard, and Malfoy pressed his lips in worry. He knew that the boy would hate him again now, but he couldn’t take his words back. It won’t be fair to him.

“I could have Potter.”

He was surprised to see the Gryffindor look at him with incredulity and felt slightly offended.

“Hey, even when I am without a wand and not so good at fist fighting, I think that I could have managed enough strength to knock out a drunken you.” Harry blushed in shame again and looked mortified. Draco still added. “Even if I couldn’t fight you, I could have called the elves Potter. I could have stopped you. I’m sorry I didn’t, I really should have and the one apologizing should be me…”

“No, I…”

Harry ran his hands trough his hair and sighed.

“I don’t know how to deal with this. I mean… a part of me wanted it, just not like it happened and… I don’t want for us to be mean to each other again! We were doing so fine! I just want… I don’t know…”

Draco took the Gryffindor’s hands in his and smiled quietly.

“I know. I don’t want us to hate each other. Not again. We can still be friends if you want to. No one needs to know about this. It was just a one time between us… if you like.”

“Sure… Are you sure that I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m perfectly fine Potter. I’m just a drama queen in bed.”

Harry lifted an eyebrow at him, still doubtful. He couldn’t accept what he had done so easily. He was ashamed of himself. But Malfoy was looking at him with sincerity in his eyes and was assuring him that nothing bad had happened, even when Harry was convinced that it had. Malfoy was trying to convince him that he had wanted it and had enjoyed what Harry had done. It was too much. Harry bit his lips and realized that he had not the energy to contradict Malfoy. He didn’t want to, at the moment he much preferred to pretend that what the blond was telling him was the truth. He would deal on it later, when he was alone and can put his mind in order.

The Gryffindor finally sighed and asked the blond if he was up to go for breakfast. Draco sighed too, feeling relieved and insisted in having a bath first and Harry practically escorted him to his room to pick up his clothes.

“You know, if you are still willing to be friends, maybe we should start calling each other by our first names, don’t you think?”

“I’d like to, Harry.”

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Author’s note: I hope I hadn’t ruined it too badly. Sorry for not having the elves deal with Ginny, as you can see I had some plans for the firewhiskey and Ginny is still going to be needed for the plot for some time.

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