Nobody Tell | By : GryffindorToy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 20197 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Disclaimer: Standard one applies, right? Don’t own it… not making any profit… please don’t sue… blah blah blah blah.
A/N: Finally! Here’s the meeting. I just realized how slow this story is going. I’m sorry if it’s getting on some of your nerves, but I wanted to do a story where they don’t just jump into bed. I’m trying to make it at least a little realistic (it IS Harry Potter, after all… can’t be TOO realistic). Just bear with me. There will be more slash in this chapter, so… ENJOY! ^_~
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Harry was just opening his package from Trina when Draco, Hermione, and Ron showed up. He grinned at them, pulling out the Firewhiskey and setting on the bedside table. Ron immediately matched his grin, whereas Hermione rolled her eyes.
“I can’t believe you’ve got somebody sending you contraband,” she said, sighing and then smiling affectionately, “Although I should have expected it, with the amount of time you and Ron spend with the twins.”
“What else did you get?” Ron asked, sitting next to Harry on the bed.
“Just… some stuff,” he said, attempting to stuff the parcel under the bed.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Ron exclaimed, grabbing it away from him, “What is it? Dirty magazines or something?”
“Not exactly…” Harry said, just as Ron dumped the contents of the box onto the bed. A pack of menthol cigarettes and some new tongue, nipple, and earrings fell out. Luckily, Harry managed to hide the little bottle of lube wrapped in a purple bow in his pocket. He sincerely hoped that that was a joke.
Ron blushed brilliantly. “Erm…”
“Harry James Potter!” Hermione screeched, sounding eerily similar to Molly Weasley, “Cigarettes? You smoke?! Do you know what that does to your body?”
“Yeah, I know… but I don’t do it that often,” Harry explained, “It’s just when I get really angry or upset. It helps to calm me…”
She sighed. “I suppose nothing I say will get you to quit.”
“You know me so well, ‘Mione,” he said, smiling.
“So… erm, mate? What are these?” Ron asked, gesturing at the assortment of rings.
“Well, those are obviously earrings,” Harry said, “And the other two are… well, just look.” To demonstrate, he picked up the silver bar with emerald heads and screwed it into his tongue.
“When the bloody hell did you get that?” Ron asked, his eyes wide.
Harry blushed. “When I was at the Leaky Cauldron…”
“And the last one?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Er… well, you see…” Harry stuttered, his face turning a becoming shade of pink.
“Just tell them, Harry,” Draco said, smirking, “Did you really think that they would never figure it out?”
“Wait a minute…” Ron said, narrowing his eyes at his best friend, “You don’t have… it… pierced, do you?”
Draco burst into laughter at the same time that Harry’s blush deepened to the shade of Ron’s hair.
“No! Merlin no!” Harry exclaimed, “It’s just my left nipple… see?” He pulled his shirt over his head and fastened the little silver and black hoop into his nipple.
Draco watched the scene appreciatively, only quirking an eyebrow when Harry caught his gaze.
“Besides,” Harry continued, “What you’re talking about looks more like a larger version of a tongue ring.”
Hermione stifled a giggle at Ron’s shocked face, making Harry smile.
“Whoa! Are we interrupting something?” Blaise exclaimed as he entered the room with Pansy.
“And is joining a possibility?” Pansy said, giggling.
Harry grinned at her. “Oh definitely. Get your little ass over here!”
Pansy laughed, walking over to them and giving him a sisterly hug. “How’d they take it?”
“Better than I’d imagined,” Harry replied, shrugging.
“So… what shall we do while we wait for the others?” Blaise asked.
“Well, I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do, but as my plans have been so rudely put on hold…” Draco said, giving Harry a pointed look, “I guess it’s up to you all.”
Blaise and Pansy exchanged a knowing glance. “We could always just sit and talk…” Pansy suggested.
“But whatever would we talk about, Pans?” Blaise said, grinning.
“I’m sure we could think of something…” she replied.
“Let me get some cushions to sit on,” Draco said, rolling his eyes as he crossed the room to the closet and sent several plush cushions across the room to form a circle. Harry removed his tongue ring before adorning a shirt and sitting down.
They sat down and Draco looked at them expectantly.
“So, let’s talk,” Ron said impatiently.
Hermione glared at him. “Must you always be so rude?”
“Yes,” he said, grinning.
She rolled her eyes at him.
“So, Draco…” Blaise said, “You and little Harry here are an item, eh?”
Harry blushed.
“Technically. Haven’t made anything public, yet, though. So, keep your mouths shut,” Draco replied.
Pansy squealed and clapped her hands together. “Finally!”
“What do you mean, finally?” Ron said, “They’ve only even been friends since the middle of summer.”
“Yes, but even then it was painfully obvious that they liked each other,” Blaise said.
“Well, what about you and Pansy?” Ron asked.
Pansy laughed. “Him? He’s more like an annoying younger brother.”
“And she is my aggravating self-titled big sister,” Blaise added, “Besides, she’s far too hung up on Theodore.”
She blushed and punched him in the arm. “You weren’t supposed to say anything about that!”
Harry laughed. “Oh yeah… definitely siblings…”
“Let’s get this party started!” Seamus Finnegan exclaimed, walking in with the remainder of the members: Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Dean Thomas.
“What’s on the agenda tonight?” Theodore asked.
“The usual… a little bit of talking, some strategizing, we’ll get to training later in the year when the books I ordered come in, and then general mayhem,” Draco said.
“Well, let’s hurry it along then, so we can get to the mayhem,” Seamus said, plopping down between Pansy and Dean.
Harry laughed. “It’s good to know that some things never change…”
“Hey! I’ve changed. Just not in any place you’ve ever seen, right Dean?” Seamus said, winking at him.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Anyway. Where have you been Harry?”
“Yeah, mate. We hardly ever see you,” Neville said, “If it weren’t for classes and meals, I’d think that you had completely disappeared.”
“Sorry. I’ve been spending a lot of time, er… elsewhere…” he replied, blushing.
Lavender and Parvati squealed. “Do you have a girlfriend? Who is she? What house is she in?”
Pansy scoffed. “He does not have a girlfriend.”
“Well, why else would he be disappearing and never coming back to the dorms at night?” Parvati said.
“Because he’s been spending all of his time here,” Draco said, smirking.
They turned to look at him, identical expressions of shock on their faces. “Why here?” Ginny asked suspiciously.
“Well, obviously because he just loves my perfect body,” Draco said, only grinning when Harry smacked him on the arm.
“Actually, it’s because he’s my- um- boyfriend…” he corrected, looking at the floor.
“Damn! You’re a pouf?” Lavender said, pouting, “Both of you? So many broken hearts…”
Harry looked up and over at Ginny. He winced when he saw her glaring at him angrily. “You can’t be serious!” she exclaimed, “That’s just- wrong, Harry! That’s all wrong! You’re supposed to marry me!”
“What? When was this decided?” Harry asked, “I never said I’d marry anybody. We only dated for a little while, Ginny.”
“That doesn’t matter! We’re destined to be together, can’t you see that? Everybody else can!” she continued, looking at the people around her for affirmation.
They avoided her gaze pointedly.
“Move on,” Draco said, “There’s nothing more pathetic than somebody who doesn’t know how to let go.”
“Oh sod off, Malfoy!” she yelled, standing up and glaring at him, “Don’t get all fucking cocky just because you’re shagging the Boy-Who-Lived! It doesn’t matter how many times you fuck him! You’re no better than the rest of us and you’d just better watch your back!”
She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving them all rather shocked. Draco looked over at Harry and saw that he was shaking. With anger or from his memories, he didn’t know, but he wanted to get Harry out of there.
He stood, dragging Harry up with him, and pulled him into the bathroom. He shut the door and silenced the room before turning to the still trembling boy and wrapping his arms around him.
“Are you okay?” Draco asked, rubbing soothing circles on his back.
Harry returned the embrace, resting his head on Draco’s chest and took a deep, shaky breath. “She had no right- to talk like that… She doesn’t even know- what she’s talking- about.”
“I know,” Draco said, “And they all know that there was no truth in her words.”
“Yeah… but still,” Harry said, “I thought that she would be happy for me. I thought she was my friend.”
“Well, apparently she’s not,” Draco said, “It doesn’t matter, though. You’ve got plenty of friends and you’ve got me. So everything will be fine.”
Harry gave a small laugh. “I certainly hope so.”
“Come on. If we stay in here too long, they’ll get the wrong idea,” Draco said, taking down the silencing spell and opening the door.
“Because none of them already have the wrong idea…” Harry muttered sarcastically, making Draco laugh.
“Everything better, now?” Hermione asked, still looking worried.
Harry smiled at her reassuringly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Good,” she said, “I can’t believe Ginny would go off like that.”
“I can’t wait till Mum finds out about this,” Ron said, “I’m really sorry, Harry. I figured she’d take it hard, but I never expected her to say those things.”
“It’s okay, mate. I don’t think any of us did,” Harry replied, “Now, shall we do some… strategizing? What exactly are we strategizing for?”
“For the final battle,” Millicent said, “What else?”
“We want to be as prepared as we possibly can be,” Vincent added, “That means we have to go through every possible situation and figure out how we’d counter it.”
“Good plan,” Ron said, “So what do you have so far?”
“Well, we figure we’ll have the element of surprise,” Theodore replied.
“How so?” Harry asked.
“All of us except Draco are still believed to support the Dark Lord,” Pansy said, “So, when we turn against him at the last moment… well, you can imagine the surprise.”
“That is a pretty good plan, but…” Harry trailed off, looking apprehensive.
“What?” Greg asked, “But what?”
“When it comes down to it, will you all be able to kill your own parents if you need to?” he asked, “Because I can almost guarantee that they’ll have no qualms about killing you.”
They gaped at him.
“So, you hadn’t thought about that possibility… I’m sorry, but you need to think very hard about this, because when the time comes for the final battle, a single moment of hesitation could cost you your lives,” Harry said.
“Damn, Harry! You sure know how to kill a mood!” Seamus said.
He shrugged it off.
“Well, when the time comes, will you be able to kill the Dark Lord?” Millicent asked, waspishly.
“Of course I will!” he practically hissed, surprising them all, “That monster has made my life hell from almost the moment it started. Everything that went wrong with my life was his fault. I will kill him, even if it costs me my own life.”
“So, you’re prepared to become a murderer?” Pansy asked quietly.
He sighed. “Yes. I’ve resigned myself to my fate. I’ve only got two choices anyway. It’s kill or be killed.”
Seamus groaned. “Can’t we move on to the mayhem?”
Harry glared at him. “We’ve got to start being serious about this! If worse comes to worse, we may have to strike against him over the holidays.”
“Why so soon?” Vince asked.
“Because… my trial is the day after Christmas. If I’m convicted of attempted homicide, I’ll have to go to a Muggle prison,” Harry said.
“Oh… I read about that,” Seamus said. He opened his mouth to comment, but Draco silenced him with a look. The last thing they needed was for Harry to have another breakdown.
“I’ll kill them…” Pansy said, and Harry almost didn’t hear her.
“What?” Draco said, looking at her in surprise.
“I said- I’ll kill them,” she repeated, “If it comes to that, then I’ll kill them. If they choose the Dark Lord over me… then I can’t call them my parents, can I?”
There were murmurs of assent from the rest of the Slytherins and Harry gave them a small smile. “I’m sorry that I have to ask something like this of you. I know that you’ve already given up a lot…”
“No. It’s about time that we started doing the right thing and began fixing the problems that our parents caused,” Theodore said, “Maybe we can bring honor back to the pureblood families.”
Even Millicent agreed with this and Harry couldn’t contain a sigh of relief.
The remainder of their time was spent briefing Harry, Ron, and Hermione over their previous plans, several of which Harry, Ron, and Hermione took into their possession to go over further and fix any possible holes or problems.
“That was the last one,” Draco said, placing it in Hermione’s outstretched hand and rolling his eyes, “I still don’t see what the problems are.”
“You will,” Hermione said, smiling.
“How is Weasley going to help you?” Blaise asked skeptically.
Harry grinned. “You would never guess it, but Ron is an excellent strategist. He’s gotten us through quite a bit.”
“Right. So, what? Ron’s the strategist, Hermione’s the brains, and Harry’s the brute strength?” Millicent said, quirking an eyebrow at them.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly it. I’m just the weapon…” he said sarcastically.
Hermione glared at her. “That’s not it. Harry may be incredibly powerful and the only person left in the world that Voldemort fears, but he’s a lot more than just a weapon. He’s just as much the brains as I am and, though he may be awful at chess, he’s an excellent battle strategist.”
Millicent grinned. “I was only kidding. It’s just that… well, that’s how it seems, you know?”
“Yes, we know,” Ron said.
“Right… since that was the last one, I think it’s time to move on to mayhem,” Harry said, standing and walking over to his bed.
Seamus and Dean gave simultaneous exclamations of joy.
“What exactly are you looking for, Harry?” Hermione asked.
“This!” he replied, holding up the bottle of Firewhiskey, “Trina sent it to me.”
“Who’s Trina?” Ron asked.
Harry sighed. ‘Might as well tell them…’ “She’s my tattoo artist and body piercer lady!”
“Body piercer lady?” Draco repeated, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Yes. Do you have a problem with my vocabulary?”
Draco chuckled. “Nope. Not at all.”
“Good,” he said, sitting back down with the bottle.
“Now, what exactly are we going to do with one bottle of Firewhiskey?” Blaise asked.
“Oh, it’s no ordinary bottle. It’s a constant supply. Trina charmed it so that it’s linked directly to a brewery that her brother owns,” Harry explained, conjuring glasses for them all.
“Isn’t that stealing?” Hermione asked, taking the glass that he poured for her regardless.
“No, he knows. She said that he considered it an honor to aid the savior of the wizarding world,” he said, laughing, “Or some other such nonsense.”
“Well, then,” Seamus said as soon as everybody had a hearty glass, “I propose a toast to Harry Potter’s ‘body piercer lady’ and her brother, for the fine drink!”
“And a toast to the Gold and Silver Society,” Pansy added, “For such fine company!”
They laughed and took a drink, each wearing an identical grimace as it burned its way down their throats.
“This stuff is foul!” Ron exclaimed.
“Yes, but it does get the job done!” Seamus said.
“I think it’s rather good,” Hermione muttered. Ron gaped at her, making them all laugh.
“Going to become an alcoholic, she is!” Ron said.
“Nonsense. I always drink responsibly,” she retorted, smirking.
Ron rolled his eyes at her and took another drink.
“Who’s up for a little game?” Seamus asked.
“What kind of game?” Millicent asked, finally intrigued by something.
“Well…” Seamus grinned manically, “We could play truth or dare.”
“Saving all of the good games for when we’re a bit more inebriated, are you?” Dean said, “It’s a good sport, you are!”
“Always…” Seamus affirmed, “So, who’s in?”
Vince and Greg stood up. “We’re not much for games and such, so we’re going to go back to the dorms. See you all later.”
“Bye guys,” Draco said, waving them off.
“Right. Everyone else in?” Seamus asked, receiving nods, “Good. To make this a little more fair- don’t want anybody getting picked on- we’ll use an empty bottle and spin it.”
“And I just happen to have an empty bottle!” Dean said, pulling one out of his school bag.
“What are the odds?” Seamus said, grinning and taking the bottle.
“Yes… what are the odds?” Harry said, chuckling.
“Since bottles don’t necessarily spin on carpet, we’ll have to spin it in the air,” Seamus said, making the bottle hover midair with a simple spell, “And I’ll go first, since I proposed this little game.”
He spun the bottle and it landed on Hermione. “Great…” she groaned, “Truth I guess.”
He grinned. “What kind of panties do you wear?”
“You can’t ask something like that!” Ron exclaimed, his ears turning red.
“I can ask whatever I want. There are no limitations in this game,” Seamus said, “Besides, it’s not like I’m interested for sexual reasons. I’m gay, remember? It’s purely curiosity.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I wear thongs, for your information.”
“What?” Ron said, looking at her incredulously.
“Oh, come off it, Ron!” she snapped, “I may act like a goody-goody, but I grew up in a muggle neighborhood with muggle relatives. My cousin from France introduced me to them. They’re rather comfortable, actually.”
“Granger’s a party animal. She drinks… wears sexy panties… who would’ve thought?” Pansy said, giggling.
“I believe it’s my turn,” she said, spinning the bottle, “Ooh… Neville, eh? Almost forgot you were here. You’ve been so quiet. So, truth or dare?”
“Er… truth?” he said a little uncertainly.
“Do you have any love interests at the moment?” she asked.
“Maybe… yes,” he replied, taking a quick drink of his whiskey, “My turn right?”
Pansy smirked when it landed on her. “Dare.”
“Crap… I suck at this,” Neville said, “Can I phone a friend?”
Seamus laughed. “I’m not even going to ask where you saw that show. But yes, you may ‘phone a friend’.”
“Right then. Seamus, what should I make her do?” he asked.
“Kiss the person you think is the sexiest in this room,” Seamus said.
“Damn. I have to pick one?” she said, grinning a little bit, before leaning over to Harry and kissing him on the cheek, “Sorry, guys, but that’s just how it is.”
They all shrugged. “Yes. He is the sexiest guy… in pretty much the whole school. But he’s mine. Remember that,” Draco said.
Harry laughed. “Just spin it, Pans.”
“Ha! Seamus Finnegan!” she exclaimed happily.
“Dare,” he said.
“Right then… I dare you- to sing God Save the Queen as loud as you can!” she said, and he stood up, grinning.
“Not a problem,” he said, before taking it away.
By the end of the song, they were all practically in tears and holding their hands over their ears.
“Thank Merlin! Nobody make Seamus sing ever again!” Theodore exclaimed.
“Agreed…” Pansy said.
“My turn!” Seamus stated happily, spinning the bottle.
Ron groaned when it landed on him. “Truth.”
“When are you planning on growing some balls and asking Hermione to be your girlfriend?” Seamus asked.
Ron blushed brilliantly. “Um… actually… we- er… I asked her over the summer. We’ve been together for two months, now. Three on the 23rd.”
“Well, it certainly took you long enough!” Seamus exclaimed, clapping him on the back.
He cleared his throat. “Well, then. My turn isn’t it?”
“Spin away, mate!” Seamus said, chuckling.
Theodore sighed when it landed on him. “Truth… I guess…”
Ron grinned. “Do you fancy Pansy?”
He blushed brilliantly. “What would make you ask something like that?”
“Even though it’s you who should be answering the question…” Ron said, raising an eyebrow at him, “I’ve just noticed you giving her the look, you know?”
He looked at his hands. “Yes… I may fancy her… a little.”
Pansy grinned. “A little?”
“Maybe… a lot. Yes,” he replied.
“If you’ll excuse us, ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to leave this little party, as well,” she said, dragging Theodore out of the room, much to the amusement of those left.
“This party is becoming less and less inhabited by the minute!” Blaise exclaimed, chuckling, “Who shall spin in Theo’s place?”
“Well, since you were sitting closest to him, go ahead,” Dean said.
“About bloody time!” he said, when it stopped spinning, “Potter! Truth or Dare?”
“I’m going to go with a nice, safe truth, please,” he replied.
“Where’s you sense of adventure?” Seamus exclaimed.
“I’m currently working on ingesting it, thank you very much,” Harry said, tipping his glass to Seamus and taking another long drink.
Blaise narrowed his eyes. “What exactly are you hiding in your pocket? It looks like a vial of some sort.”
Harry blushed. “It was a gift from Trina… a kind of joke- a gag gift, y’know?”
“Quit stalling and either show it to us or just tell us what it is!” Millicent said, her curiosity piqued.
“Well…” he pulled the vial from his pocket and it was immediately snatched away by Blaise, who opened it and sniffed at it before pouring a little onto the tip of his index finger, “It’s- oh this is just too good!” He burst into laughter, tossing the vial back to Harry. “It’s lube! She gave him rose scented lubrication! By jove, I think I’m in love with this woman!”
The rest of them followed Blaise into fits of laughter, varying from giggles to outright guffaws.
Harry huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, I’m very glad you’re all getting a laugh at my expense…”
Draco smiled at him, pulling the annoyed Gryffindor into his lap and kissing his cheek. “Oh, come on. You have to admit that it’s pretty funny. We know it’s just a joke, love. Relax a little bit…”
Harry turned his face away from the blonde, but he couldn’t help the small grin that twitched at the corners of his lips.
“Besides,” Draco whispered, his mouth right next to Harry’s ear, making the boy shiver, “It will come in handy, won’t it? When you’re finally ready and you let me have you…”
Harry blushed and extracted himself from Draco’s lap. He avoided eye contact with anybody, making Draco chuckle. “My turn, now!”
“As much as I wish I could stay to catch some more juicy gossip,” Parvati, who had been sitting in the background with Lavender, observing this activity, “It’s nearly curfew and some of us need our beauty sleep.”
“So we’ll see you all later, I suppose!” Lavender added brightly, walking out with her friend.
“Yes, I have to go, too. I want to get started on my Arithmancy homework,” Millicent said, standing up.
“I should probably start on my homework, too,” Neville said quickly, “I’ll walk with you, if you like.”
She smiled at him. “Sure, that’d be nice.”
“Bye guys!” Neville said, not even looking at them as he left with Millicent.
They exchanged knowing glances.
“So, it’s down to- what?- two Slytherins and five Gryffindors? I like these odds!” Seamus said.
Harry poured himself his third- or was it fourth- glass of Firewhiskey and settled back onto his cushion, smiling stupidly.
“I already spun!” he announced, “And so… Draco! Darling…. Truth or Dare?”
Draco smirked. “Truth.”
“Bloody spoilsport! Fine then. Why do you want to be- with me?” he asked.
“In the unlikely event that you even remember this tomorrow,” Draco said, making them chuckle, “I want to be with you because you’re brave and smart and beautiful and perfect…”
Hermione sighed in a rather uncharacteristically girlish way, making Ron wrinkle his nose at her.
“Oh…” Harry said, swaying a bit, “Good… it’s your turn, love…”
And so the game continued until, at last, Draco and Hermione shooed them off to bed and they stumbled out of the portrait. Hermione grinned at Draco, who currently had a lapful of very inebriated Harry Potter.
“Ron and I are going to go to bed, now,” she said, “Do you need any help with him?”
“No, I think I’ll be okay,” Draco said quietly.
“Well, if you do need anything, just wake me up,” she said, following Ron into her room.
“Harry… come on, I know you’re not sleeping,” Draco said.
“Draco?” Harry slurred.
“Hmm?”
“Truth or Dare?”
“Dare…”
Harry sighed and looked up at him. “I dare you… to take me to bed…”
Draco smirked. “I’m going to assume that you mean that in the most prude manner…”
Harry snickered, allowing Draco to scoop him up and deposit him on the bed. “What if I don’t?” he asked, pulling his shirt off and tossing it into a corner.
Draco stilled in the process of taking off his socks. “What?”
“What if I don’t mean it in a prude manner? What if I really meant take me to bed?” Harry asked, leaning up on his elbow to watch Draco pull off his socks and shirt for bed, opting to sleep in his pants.
“Harry… you’re drunk,” Draco said simply, climbing into the bed.
“Not that drunk,” he grumbled, “Besides, most people become more honest when they’re drunk.”
“They also lose all of their inhibitions,” Draco countered, turning to face the stubborn boy.
“So? What better time, then…” Harry said, wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck and pulling him into a deep, whiskey flavored kiss.
Draco pulled away. “Harry… gods…” he trailed off as Harry’s lips found his ear and began sucking and nipping at the sensitive lobe.
“Yes?” he breathed.
“You need to stop…” Draco said, tilting his head to the side even as he said it.
“Why?” Harry asked, moving his lips steadily down the blonde’s neck.
“Because… you’ll regret this,” Draco replied.
“What if I don’t?” he said, grazing his hands up Draco’s sides.
Draco found the sense and will to still Harry’s hands with his own. “I don’t want to take that chance,” he said, looking into his green eyes, darkened with the effects of the alcohol and his own carnal desire.
“I do…” Harry whispered, capturing his lips again in a more insistent kiss.
In the next second Draco had the raven-haired boy pinned beneath him and was worshipping his body with his mouth and hands, paying particular attention to his nipples, pulling them into his mouth and teasing the small hoop. Harry arched into his touch, silently asking for more.
“Draco…” he sighed, when he felt the blonde’s fingers dip into the waistband of his pants, “Draco… Draco, please…”
“Please what?” Draco said, smirking.
“Please… touch me,” he said, fisting his hands in the sheets when he felt the cool air hit his erection, followed by the warmth of Draco’s hand, “Oh gods!”
Draco captured Harry’s mouth in yet another kiss and their tongues battled for dominance. Harry’s moans were muffled as Draco began to stroke him, slowly, driving him to the brink of insanity. Draco broke away and smirked down at him.
“Do you like that, Harry?”
“Yes…” he breathed, “Merlin, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
Draco leaned in close to his ear and traced the shell with his tongue, making Harry moan a bit louder. “Do you want me to fuck you, Harry?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but was suddenly flooded by memories. Pain, humiliation, blood… He gasped, pushing Draco away and curling into himself. He clutched his knees to his chest, staring in fear, again, at an attacker who wasn’t there.
Draco sighed, running a hand through his hair. He moved in front of Harry and forced him to meet his gaze.
“Harry… calm down,” he said evenly, “Come on. You know where you are… you’re at Hogwarts, in the Head Boy’s room, with me… Draco, remember?”
He blinked, causing a few stray tears to fall down his cheeks. “Draco?” he asked shakily, sounding like a small child.
Draco smiled at him, pulling him into his lap and rocking him gently. “Yes, Draco. You’re safe, okay? He can’t find you here.”
“Promise?” Harry said, looking up at him with hopeful, trusting green eyes.
Draco realized in that moment that he would never be able to deny those eyes anything. He held Harry to his chest tightly. “I promise.”
Harry sniffled, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I’m sorry…”
“For what?” Draco asked.
“For… that. I should have just listened to you,” he replied, “I was being stupid, and I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Draco said, “You weren’t in your right mind. It’s my fault for not stopping it.”
Harry smiled. “Actually… I’m not that sorry…”
“What?” Draco looked down at him, quirking an eyebrow.
He placed a quick kiss on Draco’s lips and smirked. “I did enjoy myself…”
“Imp!” Draco growled playfully, pulling Harry down into a laying position and pulling the blankets over them, “Go to sleep…”
Harry grinned and rested his cheek on Draco’s shoulder, wrapping his arm around the blonde’s chest. He sighed contentedly.
“Good night, love,” Draco said, kissing the top of his head softly.
“Night… lover,” Harry chuckled, welcoming slumber with open arms.
XXX
End Chapter 13! Wow! That was UBER LONG! Was it worth the wait? I certainly hope so! Don’t forget to review!
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