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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry’s eyes fluttered closed as he sighed, turning almost imperceptibly into the touch, before his eyes opened again, fixing on Draco’s, completely open and unabashed. “I love you, Draco. Take me, and in doing so, give yourself to me.” He said. “We’ve both waited long enough. There are few secrets, if any, between us now, and if Severus finds something that works and our relationship has to be put aside for now, I don’t want to have to wait. There’s no one else for me. I’m absolutely positive that this is where I need to be right now.”
Draco’s smile lit up the room.
By this time, Harry was just about aching with want. Want to have Draco’s hands running over his body, through his hair, or even just clasped tightly with his own. Want to have his own hands learning the textures of Draco’s skin in various places. Behind his knees, the nape of his neck, the sensitive area where thigh met torso. Want to have Draco inside him, clenched tightly around him, it didn’t matter, he just wanted.
And all Draco was doing was looking at him, motionless, smiling beatifically.
“Yes, I know, it makes you happy to hear that. I’m a seventeen-year-old virgin, Draco, I haven’t the patience to wait when I’ve offered myself to you. Please.” He said softly, a brow rising slightly as he smirked challengingly.
Draco’s own smile turned wicked, and he narrowed his eyes. “Alright, then. You asked for it.”
Harry shouted as Draco fastened his mouth over the juncture of neck and shoulder, sucking gently and scraping careful teeth over the skin there, simultaneously grasping his cock in a firm grip. Blushing, he fumbled for the wand on Draco’s bedside table, throwing up a silencing charm and tossing the wand to the floor as he let his head sink into the pillows, and moaned lowly.
Draco raised his mouth, giving Harry’s neck one last, lavish lick, and moved down the teen’s body, sweeping his tongue over the head of Harry’s cock, testingly. Harry was already leaking, and Draco glanced up at him in surprise. “My, aren’t we ever so eager?” He teased lightly, running a finger over the head as he licked a trail from the base of Harry’s cock to the tip, tracing the vein that ran along the underside of his cock.
Harry grasped at his hair, trying to force Draco’s head down.
Draco chuckled, grabbing Harry’s hands and pinning them down, firmly, beside his hips.
Harry opened his eyes and looked down at Draco, a plaintive cry escaping his lips. “What-”
“My pace, Love. Just lie there and feel.” He purred, taking Harry into his mouth, slowly.
Harry trembled, whimpering, as he fought not to struggle against Draco’s hands pinning his wrists to the mattress. He wanted to grab Draco’s head and guide it into a faster rhythm, but he was unable to do even that. He was completely helpless, totally at Draco’s mercy. And he was coming to find that he liked it that way. Here, in bed with Draco, he wasn’t the Boy-Who-Lived, or the Savior of the Wizarding World, or even Harry Potter. He was just a very much in love young man, giving his virginity to the person that already held his heart, and the reality of it all was even more arousing than the act they were partaking in.
That is, until Draco paused and grabbed a pillow, helping Harry raise his hips and propping them up with it. “There.” The blond said smugly.
“Draco, what in the world-” Harry choked on the words as Draco’s tongue tentatively flicked over his entrance. “Oh, Merlin.” He whispered, hands clenching in the bedspread, even though Draco had released them to hold Harry open, allowing himself unfettered access to the place he was soon going to fill.
Draco coated Harry’s tiny hole with saliva, slipping in a finger and gently easing it into the tight passage, watching raptly as it disappeared. “So tight, and so eager for me.” He whispered in something akin to awe.
Harry gurgled incoherently as he tossed his head, never noticing when Draco cast a lubrication charm on him, but he definitely noticed when that finger began to move within him more easily.
Draco added another finger, hearing Harry gasp, and feeling him tense up, clenching down on the fingertips within him. “Harry, relax.” He said urgently. “This needs to be done, or I’ll hurt you. If you don’t relax, I won’t be able to properly stretch you.”
Harry let out a shaky breath, nodding, and relaxed by degrees, slowly.
Draco sighed in relief, and began easing the fingers in further. He heard a moan coming from Harry, and it was a strange sound; something halfway between pleasure and pain. Of course, Draco knew there would be some pain involved. The first time always hurt, gender made no difference in that simple fact. What was different was the exact level of pain involved, and as a male, Harry had it worse than a female. “Is it bad?” Draco asked comfortingly, not pausing, as he knew that would only draw things out.
Harry shook his head. “Not bad, no. Burns. But--” He gasped, eyes flying open wide as he arched backwards, his upper body sinking into the pillows as far as it could go. “Fuck.” He breathed, after he regained his voice.
Draco’s eyebrows had shot into his hairline when Harry’s reaction to his prostate being grazed had proven so intense. ‘If it really feels that good, I’ll have to try this sometime soon.’
Draco heard his father’s voice sounding in his head. ‘It is perfectly acceptable to have discreet liaisons with other Wizards, Draco, if they are of pure bloodlines and respectable families. But a Malfoy must never bottom.’
‘Fuck off, Father.’ Draco told the mental voice venomously, easing his fingers apart gently, stretching Harry’s opening with some difficulty.
Harry was whimpering and trembling beneath him, and Draco wondered what it felt like, to let go of all control like that, to allow yourself to be completely vulnerable to the whims of your lover. He’d find out soon enough, he decided. He carefully pulled his fingers out, then paused. “We really should try for three, just to be sure you won’t tear.” He said, apologetically.
Harry nodded, panting. “Go ahead.” He conceded. “Just aim for that place you were touching. It’s wonderful.”
Draco smiled, lubricating three fingers generously, then casting another lubrication charm on Harry’s entrance, just to be safe. The fingers slid in easily, and he sighed in relief when Harry moaned, obviously in nothing but pleasure this time.
“Draco, that’s bloody fantastic!” He said, haltingly, as Draco massaged his prostate gently.
Draco chuckled. “Is it? Are you ready for more?” He didn’t need to ask. Harry’s hips were pushing back onto his fingers, and the brunet was flushed and completely lost in sensation. He was ready.
Harry nodded frantically. “Oh, please, Draco!” He said earnestly.
Draco removed his fingers, cast one last lubrication charm on his achingly hard cock, and positioned himself. He slid in, the tightness and heat nearly undoing him. “Shit.” He ground out, gritting his teeth once he was seated and fighting for control.
“Draco, it’s fine.” Harry’s voice was shaky. “I won’t last long either. Just go.” He said firmly, his hands coming up to wrap around Draco’s neck as he pulled the blond down for a kiss.
Draco began thrusting, fast, hard thrusts matching the tempo with which his tongue was invading Harry’s mouth, ravenously.
Harry broke the kiss, throwing his head back as he came with a shout of Draco’s name, and Draco gasped as the undulation of Harry’s passage stimulated him further, shredding what tenuous control he had managed to retain, and he came, Harry’s name falling, whisper-soft and nearly prayer-like, from his lips.
Harry gasped as Draco lowered himself on top of him, his softening cock slipping out of him with a wet ‘pop.’
Draco groaned in disgust and Harry giggled. “Okay.” He agreed with the blonde’s unspoken comment. “That was rather gross. But the rest, I rather liked.” He stretched, then cried out as a spasm of pain shot through him. “Damn, ow.” He whimpered.
Draco raised himself up and rifled through the same drawer that had held the Contraceptus, pulling out larger vial of a smoky grey liquid. “Here. Just a tiny sip, though. It’s potent, and highly addictive.” He warned. “I only use it for my migraines.” He said.
Harry took a small sip, leaning back on the bed. He hummed distractedly as the room seemed to warm slightly, then he realized that Draco had pulled the covers over them without his noticing. “You drugged me.” He accused, slurring his words.
Draco smirked. “You’ll be fine. It’s a very strong pain-reliever, and the best thing to do is just sleep it off. Otherwise, it can do very strange things to your mind, and turn you into a gibbering idiot for about two hours. Trust me, no one wants to have others see them like that.”
Harry smiled widely, turning onto his side to face Draco, who was also laying on his side. “You can see me like that, Draco. Because I trust you.” He said happily.
Draco smiled tenderly, brushing a curl off Harry’s cheek. “I know, Harry. I love you, you great gibbering idiot.”
Harry beamed at him.
“Now, go to sleep. It’s late, and we need to be ready for tomorrow.” He said.
Harry yawned, then sleepily asked: “Wha’s tomorrow?”
Draco kissed Harry gently. “I’m going to take you into Hogsmeade to buy you a necklace to commemorate this occasion, of course. So that no matter what happens, you’ll always remember this night. And me.” He said.
“I could never forget you.” Harry slurred, his eyes closing as the last word slipped out, almost inaudibly.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Lightweight.” He said fondly, wrapping his arms around Harry and holding onto him tightly.
*****
Harry quickly swallowed the Contraceptus, then sighed sadly as, at the moment midnight hit, his hips widened, his hair became glossier and more curly than messy, and his cock seemed to pull into his body (which was a very weird sensation indeed) as folds of flesh grew around it and his chest became puffier, then swelled until he had real breasts.
He thought of walking into Draco’s room like this, and letting the other teen touch him, and kiss him, and, God, fuck him, in this body.
And that alone had the potential to make him ill.
He knew he loved Draco, that wasn’t going to change, but this was not his body…
Except that it was.
He looked into the full-length mirror once more, then sighed, shaking his head, as he walked back into his room, and climbed into bed, alone.
*****
Draco sighed as he watched Harry emerge from his room, examining the figure contemplatively. He couldn’t tell from looking that he was a different gender than he had been yesterday, but he knew that if he were to caress those small breasts, they’d be softer than the prosthetics Harry usually wore.
Harry blushed, but smiled, approaching Draco and taking his hand. “Sorry about last night. I just didn’t want to have you there when…” He indicated his breasts, and looked at Draco pointedly.
“I know.” Draco said. “Though I think you can trust me not to be bothered. It’s not your body I fell in love with, you know.”
“Yes.” Harry said, squeezing Draco’s hand. “I know you love me, it’s just weird, to change like that, and having you there would be too much for me to take, I think.” He explained.
“So, as far as the potion, what new developments has Sev made?” Draco asked softly, walking toward the Great Hall, hand-in-hand with ‘Celeste.’
Harry sighed. “He has some Polyjuice ready, but he wants to wait until I’m a boy again, since that may make a difference when we use it. He has several vials under a stasis spell, so they’ll stay perfectly fresh for as long as it takes to test it. If it works, he’ll try to make it permanent.”
Draco smirked. “People have been trying forever to make Polyjuice permanent, with no success. You think he can really manage what hundreds of other Wizards and Witches couldn’t?”
“Well, if it’s possible, he can do it.” Harry said confidently.
“You trust Sev? Your father is rolling over in his grave, I’m sure.” Draco drawled.
Harry smirked. “You wanna be there to see if it works?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Do I have a choice? Honestly, Love, you’re so codependent.”
*****
“You know, I kind of can’t wait for you to be male again. I missed sleeping with you.”
“Draco!” Harry said, scandalized, glaring at him.
Draco blinked at him, innocently. “What? Oh.” He chuckled. “I meant that in a purely platonic way.” The smile on his face became a smirk. “So why did you think it was dirty, hm? Thinking about it?” He whispered into Harry’s ear.
Harry shivered. How could Draco do that to him? Make him weak in the knees with a few simple words, send his blood roaring through his veins, wetness pooling between…
Well, let’s not talk about where the wetness was currently gathering, shall we? At least, that was Harry’s philosophy on his current state. Pretend it didn’t exist, and his female state would be null and void. Or so he desperately wished, at least.
“…so hard, hm?” Draco was asking when Harry regained his senses.
“What?” The dark-haired teen asked breathlessly.
Draco chuckled darkly. “I said, with you knowing the way my family works, your decision on whether or not to stay like this shouldn’t really be so hard. After all, I don’t want to die, but I certainly don’t want to leave you, either.” He said, not in the least bit seeming to ask Harry to change his mind, as they walked into the common room and Draco threw himself onto ‘his’ couch, which was always empty if he wasn’t in it.
Harry sighed, sitting in Draco’s lap. “I don’t know.” He said quietly as Draco cast a strong—and somewhat dark—privacy charm around the two of them. “I want to stay with you, really I do-”
“I believe you.” Draco interrupted sincerely.
Harry shot him a relieved smile. “I just need to try. If it works, then maybe this—us—just wasn’t meant to be.” He said resignedly.
Draco’s eyes froze over, and he grabbed Harry’s chin in his fingers, turning his face until they were staring into each other’s eyes. “Don’t say that.” He said firmly. “Don’t you ever say that! Do what you will, but I am not giving you up without a fight, and if you think we weren’t fated, then that kind of ruins my hopes. Don’t try to work against us, Harry. For my life to have meaning, I need this. I need you.”
Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the conviction in Draco’s voice, in his eyes. He really believed that, which meant that he really didn’t see anything else for himself that was worth living for, and that thought struck Harry with more force than he would have believed it would.
Draco Malfoy, Pureblood heir and prince of Slytherin, was living for him. Was unequivocally devoted to him.
Harry gulped. “You need me?”
Draco nodded solemnly, gazing steadily into Harry’s eyes all the while. “I do, indeed. After you had… Been declared dead,” Draco paused meaningfully, giving Harry a reproachful look, “I was a little off-balance, until I found another reason to go on. I decided that I’d find a wife, and have my heir, and live to care for that child, as best I could. Nothing more. It was all I needed, truly. A purpose, since getting under your skin was no longer an option.”
Harry chuckled. “You always were the best at that.” He agreed.
“Why, thank you.” Draco replied, smirking in a self-satisfied manner. “Anyway, after getting a taste of what a relationship with you is like, I have a reason to do more than simply exist. Trust me, Harry, when I say that, if you would just let me, I would do everything in my power to make you the happiest person alive.” He finished sincerely.
Harry blinked. “Oh, well, that’s… Thank you, Draco. I’m not sure what else to say.” He said lamely, feeling very off-balance after that ‘you’re my reason for living’ speech. It was rather a lot to live up to, if he was honest with himself, but if Draco was convinced he needed Harry, then who was he to deny that claim?
Draco rolled his eyes, grinning. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you idiotic Gryffindor-”
“Ex-Gryffindor, thank you.” Harry said in a peevish tone.
“Oh, I think that tone was actually insulted!” Draco said in glee. “I must be starting to rub off on you.” He added smugly.
Harry gave Draco a considering look, licking his lips. “You know, I do like it when you rub off on me.” He said in a suggestive tone, trailing one finger down Draco’s chest.
Draco cleared his throat. “The privacy charm doesn’t make us invisible, you know.” He said, his voice slightly husky.
“Mm, then we’d better put on a good show.” Harry whispered, letting his eyelids droop to half-mast, and pinning Draco with his most devastating set of bedroom eyes yet. “Don’t you agree?” He breathed, leaning in toward Draco’s face, his pace achingly slow.
“Oh, yes, please.” Draco whispered in return, then groaned, arms wrapping around Harry, settling on his upper back, as their lips connected, finally.
Then, it seemed, time sped up. Draco’s lips parted and he thrust his tongue into Harry’s mouth, his hands sliding up into Harry’s thick curls, then fisting, as he groaned, breathing in deeply through his nose, smelling the perfume that Harry had started wearing just two days before, when Severus had suggested that Harry cover his unique scent, finally revealing that that was how he had known the teen’s identity.
“Mm, I love that perfume.” He groaned, as Harry pulled away.
Harry laughed breathlessly. “You do? It’s vanilla and honey, but instead of a perfume, like Severus suggested, Arabella special-ordered me some body wash in this scent. It’s not as overpowering, and they have tons of scents to choose from.”
“I like this one.” Draco said firmly.
Harry laughed as Draco buried his face in the thick curls, breathing in deeply. “I guess you do, at that.”
“Do you use the same scent for shampoo? It smells similar, but it’s off, a bit.” He mused, inhaling the scent again.
“No.” Harry answered. “It is a bit different. I use just plain vanilla. I was going to go with the same for body wash, shampoo, and body lotion, but Arabella suggested different scents. The lotion is milk and honey, which is a much lighter scent, since overdoing the honey scent can make one smell cloyingly sweet. I didn’t want to drive everyone away by smelling like a dessert buffet, after all.” Harry said lightly, laughing at the thought. He remembered their scheduled meeting with Ron and Hermione and cast tempus, then gasped. “Bugger all! We need to be at the Room of Requirement in ten minutes! Come on, we’ll never make it!”
Draco groaned, willing his eager erection down. ‘That’ll have to wait, it seems. Merlin, he’ll be my downfall, yet.’
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