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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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“Sorry we’re late!” Harry announced, throwing the door open and stepping into the Room of Requirement, seeing Ron and Hermione already sitting on the couch, waiting for them.
“I’m not.” Draco added, strolling in at a more leisurely pace, closing the door behind him with a soft ‘click.’ “But Harry likes you two, so I guess we’ll all be civil, if only to please him.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Come on, you great prat, you know you like them.”
Draco merely sighed. “Not likely.” He said coolly, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back on the couch opposite Ron and Hermione’s.
Harry gifted Draco with a withering look. “It would be easier if you did.” He said.
“Either way, Harry, it’s enough that he wants to get to know us just because we’re your friends, right?” Hermione asked.
“Guess so.” Harry replied. “I missed you guys. So, what happened after I supposedly died?”
Ron sighed. “Well, the ministry organized a memorial service for you, here near the forest, and they unveiled that statue of you in battle regalia. Hermione and I spoke, but we didn’t say much except what was common knowledge. Most of the memories are just too private to share. Ginny spoke, too, about how you two had dated, but you had to break up for her safety, and that she’d miss you, but she knew you’d want her to move on. About a week ago she took up with Colin Creevey.” Ron grinned affectionately. “She loves getting her picture taken. She might go into modeling, much as the thought horrifies Mum.”
Hermione giggled. “She is proud, though. She has Ginny’s pictures up all over the house, scattered in with family portraits. She even has a lot of still-shots.”
Ron smiled. “Yeah, it’s not the kind of picture she’s used to, but they look so pretty. And I think Gin may really be letting herself fall in love again. It’s good. They were pussyfooting around each other for the last month, so I’m glad they finally got together. Ginny needs it.”
Harry smiled. “That’s great for her. I’m glad she isn’t pining over me, because it’s not worth it. Even if I can get back to normal, I still plan on living like this. I’m finally out of the limelight. I really like having privacy. It’s nice not to see my name in the papers every other day.” He said, chuckling.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “You don’t think that getting married to me might put you right back in the paper?”
“It probably will, but unlike with me, your press eventually dies down. With Harry Potter, the papers would just go on and on.” Harry grimaced. “And most of the articles about me were almost purely speculation. It was horrible.”
Draco laughed at the look of disgust on Harry’s face. “You really hate being written about, don’t you? Kind of sucks, since that’s been your life since you came to Hogwarts.”
“Not anymore.” Harry smiled. “Now I’m just a student from Italy, trying to finish my schooling and move on with my life.”
*****
Harry sighed, dropping the two hairs Severus handed him into the polyjuice at the same moment, then taking a deep breath and downing the potion.
He gagged, then groaned as his body changed.
Severus gaped at Harry, once the changes were complete. “Oh, Merlin.” He whispered.
Standing before him was a carbon copy of Lily, but with blue eyes and thinner lips.
Harry looked down at his body and sighed. “So, now I’m a girl again. Thanks for that.” He said the last bit to Severus, wryly.
Draco shrugged. “At least it’s only for an hour.”
Severus regained his senses. “I will work on trying to find another solution, but first, we shall try to use a hair from you as a male, without the other hair.”
*****
Draco nearly fainted when Harry downed the second polyjuice. The hair was from male Harry, only, but it made no difference. His hair was red, messy, and his eyes were, again, blue.
He looked atrocious, and Draco told him so immediately.
Harry sighed. “Yeah, I don’t think this is going to work, Severus.”
“Obviously not.” Severus drawled, raking a disdainful glance over Harry. “You look like a Weasley.” He said in disgust.
Harry snorted. “A Weasley in Slytherin, isn’t that your worst nightmare?”
“One of them.” The potions master jokingly confirmed. “Right above switching bodies with you for a day. I’d kill someone before breakfast.” He said.
Harry rolled his eyes. “So, if this didn’t work, what was your backup plan?”
“There is none.” Severus said flatly. “Any other potion is too dangerous to risk making permanent, as they are toxic, to a greater extent than Polyjuice. There are glamours we could weave for you, but they would fall if you should become injured or too magically exhausted, or if you should venture into Gringotts, or the ministry. I have a feeling this may not be reversible, no matter what I try, or how much we learn about it.”
Harry nodded. He had thought that was the case, since he had discovered that his DNA was really a mixture of two people. It wasn’t common for this to happen, Harry was probably the only case, and so, there was no treatment, or cure, since it was unheard of. And he didn’t want to risk his life to stop the cycle he was in. He’d rather ride it out, and face life ready to accept his lot.
“I see. I suppose you’ll stop looking for a way to counter this, then.” He said softly. “At least it could be worse. I get to live without the press, and I get to keep my bits, for the most part.”
Severus nearly sneered at what Harry wasn’t saying. So, if what he had been offered wasn’t going to be accepted, he’d have to be there to console-
His thoughts broke off as Harry met his eyes, smiling softly, then turned to Draco. “And I can stay with you.” He told the blonde, who rushed the smaller teen, wrapping arms around him and holding to him for all he was worth.
Severus nodded, watching with pride as Draco finally got the one thing he wanted most: A lifetime with Harry Potter, his to love and keep safe. Maybe, things would begin to look brighter after all, in spite of, or maybe because of, the failed experiment.
Harry wriggled out of Draco’s arms as he heard a soft chuckle from the potions master. “Sir?” He asked, turning to face him, Draco’s hands settling possessively on his hips, as the teen shifted to stand behind him, leaning his chin on Harry’s shoulder.
“I don’t plan to give up on finding a way to reverse this that easily. Even if it is impossible, which I highly suspect, I have to keep looking. My nature will not let me rest until I have exhausted all options, but I will accept that waiting for a fix would be futile.” He said, smirking.
Draco snorted. “So it’s hopeless, and you’ll still do it.”
“You stayed with Harry when you learned who he was.” Severus pointed out, making Draco blush, glaring at him weakly.
“I love him!” Draco protested.
Severus let himself laugh softly, startling the two teens. “And I love my experiments. No matter how maddening this one may be, it is by far the most fascinating one of all.”
Harry shrugged and pulled on Draco’s hand. “You’ll never understand him, Draco. No one can.” He added, meeting Severus’s eyes, seeing the amusement in them. “Come on, let’s go to the common room.”
*****
Harry woke, then looked around, frowning. He and Draco no longer had any barriers to a relationship, but Draco had suddenly changed. He seemed to be too busy to spend much time with Harry, except at night. He’d go to bed with Harry every night, after showing him new heights of pleasure, but the next morning when Harry woke, Draco would already be awake, either writing to someone, or he’d be reading, or he’d be preoccupied.
Harry wondered if he was having reservations about their relationship. If so, it wasn’t really fair to Harry to keep them secret, and subtly push him away.
“Draco?” Harry asked, after opening his door and looking around the common room.
“He’s not here.” Pansy said softly. “He went to Hogsmeade, and said he’ll be back before dinner.” She finished sympathetically.
Harry frowned. “Oh. That’s fine, then.” He said, deciding that if Draco wanted to distance himself from the relationship, then he could. Harry would not blame him for having second thoughts.
But it still hurt. He’d have to talk to Draco about his new reticence. Hopefully, before it went too far. But that was a plan for later. Right now, his bladder was informing him that it was time for an emergency trip to the loo. He left the common room and headed for the closest girl’s loo, which was right next to the boy’s.
On his way out of the loo, Harry saw Ron and smiled. “Hey.” He said softly, letting his hand brush the other teen’s as he passed, since they couldn’t talk freely in public, lest it arouse suspicion.
Ron gave him a quick nod, returning the smile as he went into the loo.
Harry sighed, heading back to the Slytherin common room.
It hurt, not being able to talk to his old friends unless they were alone, but he had a new set that he could talk to whenever he wanted, and some of them knew who he really was.
It was enough. It had to be.
*****
Harry sighed, laying on the couch, eyes glued on the ceiling. “Draco.” He whispered.
“Mm, yes?” Draco’s voice sounded from above him, amused.
Harry sat up, his eyes finding the source of the voice, and lips curving upwards, before they fell into a scowl. “Where were you all day?”
Draco smirked secretively. “I had things to do.” He explained carelessly.
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Can you tell me more?” He challenged, wondering what could be so important that Draco had to hide it from even the person he proclaimed to want to marry.
Draco looked away, sighing. “It’s a secret, H-Celeste. It’s not something bad, I promise you. And in the future, you’ll be glad I kept this from you. You’ll find out soon enough.”
Harry frowned. “Is it really that important that I don’t know?”
“It’s a surprise, so yes.” Draco answered cheekily.
“Fine, then. You’ll tell me soon?” He asked, just to be sure.
Draco smirked. “Soon enough, at any rate.” He answered.
*****
Harry smiled, holding his arms out to Draco, who was teasing him, refusing to remove his boxers as he shimmied and wiggled around, giggling when Harry huffed in annoyance and turned over, facing the wall. “Fine. If you refuse to get in bed, then you can leave. I’ll wank if I have to.” He said sourly, wrapping his hand around his hard cock.
Draco grabbed the wrist and shoved Harry onto his back, pinning his hands above his head and straddling him. “You’ll do no such thing!” Draco said, affronted.
Harry just grinned up at him. He knew that would bring Draco around, if nothing else did. “Glad you decided to join me after all.” He said smugly.
Draco huffed. “Well, I can’t let you pleasure yourself. That’s my job.”
Harry smiled fondly as Draco slid his boxers off, finally, dropping them over the side of the bed, then he leaned down and kissed Harry.
Harry sighed happily at the first touch of petal-soft lips against his own, wrapping his arms around Draco’s shoulders and letting his hands slide up the slender neck to twine themselves in the silky hair at the nape.
Draco pulled away from the kiss, his lips moist and glistening as he panted. “I want you in me tonight.” He said breathlessly, his eyes filled with desire, hot and fierce. “I want it more than anything.”
Harry felt his breath catch in his throat. Draco wanted that? But… Harry would never have pegged Draco as the submissive type. However, if that’s what the blond wanted, who was Harry to gainsay him? Now that Harry was familiar with the mechanics, he could at least make sure it was mutually pleasurable, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t wondered what it would feel like. “Okay. How do you want it?”
Draco seemed to consider his options for a moment, then he smirked. “Oh, I think on my back should work. I want to see your expression when you first feel my tight, hot, virgin arse around you.” He purred, climbing atop Harry and grinding down against him.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never bottomed before?” He asked, slightly curious, but more happy that he would be the only one to get the honor.
Draco pulled away from Harry, looking down at him in confusion. “You didn’t know?” He asked incredulously. Then his eyes softened, and he smiled shyly. “Harry, you were my first.”
Harry felt all the breath leave his body in a rush of shock. He was- And Draco had- But then, how did he-
His cacophonic thoughts raced though his head, sending Harry more than a little off balance, as his preconceived notions about Draco were all dashed, and rebuilt again around one single, shimmering truth:
Draco Malfoy had given him the greatest gift he had ever received.
Harry smiled up at Draco, his love and elation shining in his eyes more than ever before, because now, there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that he and Draco could weather any storm that came their way. “I love you, Draco Malfoy.” He whispered in awe.
Draco chuckled, leaning down to press his forehead against Harry’s. The former Gryffindor was still as oblivious as ever, but now, Draco found it rather endearing, instead of just aggravating, as he had in the past. Harry was jaded in some respects, but also, so artlessly innocent in others. How he could have never noticed that Draco never mentioned former conquests when his housemates had begun to discuss their sexcapades was beyond him, but maybe he just thought that Draco didn’t want to make him jealous. “Have I ever told you that you’re a little slow on the uptake, Golden Boy?” He asked, his voice infused with all the amusement and love he felt for him at that perfect moment.
Harry blushed. “Several times.” He admitted, his voice sheepish, before he added playfully, “But that’s the only time you’ve been so nice about it.” He spent a moment just staring into the usually inscrutable grey eyes above him, blazing with a multitude of emotions at the moment, the most prominent being love. Harry was hit suddenly with the realization that this must be what was called sunlight love. They were equals in the relationship, their love was fierce, and it was a burning, raging, sentient thing within them both.
And then Draco kissed him, and all his thought spiraled down into one: ‘Oh, Merlin, what he can do with that tongue!’
Draco finally let up, licking his lips after letting his tongue explore every inch of Harry’s mouth, thrusting and retreating, teasing Harry with promises of what he could soon be doing to Draco. “So? Are you ready to take me, like you’ve let me take you?” He asked hopefully.
Harry just grabbed his shoulders flipping them over so that Draco landed, sprawled on his back, his hair a silver halo around his head, and his eyes shining with expectation.
“Oh, good.” Draco said, smiling happily. “Because I’m feeling rather neglected right now, and I’d ha-”
Harry cut off the words with his own mouth, ravaging Draco’s with abandon, as his hand slid down the blonde’s body to caress his cock, which was currently half-hard, having calmed somewhat during their intense conversation. It rallied as soon as Harry touched it, though, rising to full hardness before his hand had even finished the first stroke. Harry concentrated very hard on his task, and managed to move his hand and tongue in synchronicity, thrusting his tongue into Draco’s mouth as his hand slid down the cock, and retreating as his hand came back up. Not too slow for Draco to become mindless with it, but still not quite fast enough to get him off.
Draco was thrusting his hips up, growling low in his throat as he realized the cruel game Harry was playing. He let his tongue plunge into Harry’s mouth when the younger teen’s tongue had drawn back, and, using only that one, slick muscle, he declared war on Harry, using his tongue as a weapon, kissing him with all the fervor he could muster, to force Harry into more immediately gratifying actions. He tossed his head back after a moment, breaking the kiss, and glared defiantly up at Harry through passion-glazed eyes. “This is not funny.” He panted, thrusting his hips up impatiently. “It took me a long time to work up the courage to ask for this, and I want it now.” He said, his voice letting Harry know that arguing was not an option.
Harry nodded fervently. “Okay.” He agreed, his voice breathless. Gods, Draco looked delicious beneath him, flushed and furious, lips bruised and eyes flashing in indignation as he demanded Harry to take his last vestige of virginity. “Where’s the lube?”
Draco shot him an incredulous look. “There’s a charm for that, Potter!” He snapped, grabbing the closest wand—Harry’s—and pointing it at Harry’s cock. “Lubricum.” He muttered. Then looked at the wand as Harry felt slickness coat his length. “Huh.” He said dully. He looked at Harry’s glistening length, then pursed his lips. “We’ll need to talk later, but for now, fuck me.” He said decisively, dropping Harry’s wand onto the bed next to himself and looking up at Harry.
Harry grinned. “All right.” He grabbed his wand and repeated the charm on Draco’s entrance and then his fingers. He slipped one digit into Draco, gasping as he pressed forward. It was hot, and tighter than he could have imagined, and he had no idea how he would last, once he had immersed himself in that wonderful tight heat, but he forced himself to put the thought aside as he gently worked to stretch the opening, using first one finger, and then two, scissoring slowly, watching the play of stunned pleasure flicker across Draco’s face and within his eyes as he gasped and moaned in short, staccato bursts of sound.
Draco felt a slight burn as the third finger penetrated his body, but it was quickly banished as Harry’s fingers found his prostate. “Oh!” He cried out, hands reaching up and leaving crescent-shaped marks on Harry’s biceps as he dug his nails into the strong arms.
Harry froze. “Good?” He asked cautiously.
Draco nodded. “Oh, yes.” He answered. “You found the prostate. Congratulations.” He said, trying for a dry tone, but only managing mindless lust.
“Ah.” Harry smirked and began rubbing the gland, listening happily as Draco began to whine and mewl. He found that rubbing it with a fingertip caused Draco to convulse, and if he continued to rub it, not letting up the gentle pressure, only moving it in a circular motion, Draco’s mouth let flow an impressive string of expletives. Some of them were rather shocking. Harry snorted at the latest. “Do you really think you could fit my head up a troll’s arse?” He asked in amusement.
Draco opened his eyes just enough to fix him with a lustful look, that was probably meant to be challenging, but failed spectacularly. “Do you want to find out?! Fuck me now!” He all but shouted.
Harry pulled his fingers out and complied.
Tight.
And hot.
Oh, Merlin, it was the most amazing feeling he had ever felt! Such tight, hot, slickness encasing him, and Draco’s passage was trembling, and Draco was panting and moaning, and wrapping arms and legs around Harry, and now they were kissing…
Draco moaned in happiness as he arched up to kiss Harry, his arms and legs tight around him, holding him close. Harry was his, and they were one, and the kiss, like the gentle thrusting, was slow and languorous, and filled with such tenderness and depth of emotion that it was impossible for one heart to hold it all, but apparently, Harry managed. Draco felt the slow heat coiling within him, rising, slowly, becoming increasingly urgent as it grew, threatening to consume them both if they couldn’t let go and just ride it, letting it carry them where it willed to go.
Draco let the heat cradle him, taking him higher, to plains of passion and pleasure he had never thought could exist. And suddenly, Harry was with him, and the heat was a flame, burning hot and fierce, and they were moving urgently, both straining for release, and crying out, holding tight to each other, both afraid to let go, lest their lover’s soul escape their mortal body never to return, so intense was their pleasure.
And then, it snapped, exploding outward like a star bursting apart, its life ending in a brilliant explosion of awe-inspiring power.
Draco screamed his release, dimly hearing Harry’s answering cry, before the blackness claimed him.
Harry groaned, rolling off of Draco, giggling softly as the teen groaned, coming to.
“Sweet Merlin, Harry, that was… Fuck. Incredible.” He finally decided, looking at Harry with wide, loving, slumberous eyes.
Harry smiled back at him, his own eyes just as drained and tired. “I know. Sleep?”
Draco was already drifting off.
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