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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author’s Note: There’s another lemon in this chapter. I’ve been working on my lemon writing skills, so please let me know how I do :)

            “Harry, Ron, I was thinking that we could start tackling our Charms essay after lunch. I know you have Quidditch in the morning and the defense essay is due first, so we’ll work on that after Quidditch, but we’ve got the whole afternoon free to work on Charms,” Hermione said at breakfast the next day.

            A noise that sounded like, “Urgh,” came out of Ron’s mouth, but he didn’t elaborate on that thought.

            “Actually Hermione, I’ll be working on my occlumency again after lunch,” Harry replied.

            “You spent half the day yesterday on occlumency. Are you making any progress? I was thinking that maybe I could learn occlumency too and help you with it. It’s a fascinating subject, really,” Hermione said.

            “That’s nice of you to offer, but I think I’m good. What I’ve been doing is working,” Harry replied, trying to brush her off.

            “And what have you been doing? Snape’s not teaching you again, is he?” She lowered her voice for the last bit, so that it wouldn’t carry over the table to the other students.

            “No, he’s not,” Harry whispered back.

            “Then how’ve you been working on it by yourself? I don’t see any way that someone can learn to keep someone else out of their mind when there isn’t anyone trying to get in,” Hermione reasoned.

            “I’ve found someone to help me, who isn’t Snape, and who already knows occlumency. Snape’s teaching him legilimency and he’s practicing on me and I’m practicing on him,” Harry reluctantly admitted. When Hermione was onto something, she really wouldn’t let it go until she got an answer, so he figured it was best to give in and tell her a partial truth.

            “Who is it Harry?” Hermione asked curiously.

            “I can’t tell you that. He doesn’t want anyone to know he’s helping me,” Harry whispered.

            “Why doesn’t he want anyone to know?” She just wouldn’t let it go.

            “He’s in Slytherin and doesn’t want it to get out that he’s not in Voldemort’s pocket like the rest of them.”

            “That’s very risky Harry! What if he is in Voldemort’s pocket and is lying to you to get information.”

            “He’s not.”

            “Yes, but how do you know?”

            “Snape trusts him. He’s the one that set it up during one of my detentions.” Harry hoped that Hermione would be satisfied with that, because he couldn’t think of anything else he could tell her without telling her the full truth. As it was, he felt a change in subject was in order, “I’m almost done with the pieces for my essay for his detentions, but I’m stuck with how to work the pieces together. Maybe you can help me with it tonight? I could ask Snape to let you join me in detention.”

            “Won’t Malfoy be having detention again tonight?” Hermione asked.

            “No, not until Tuesday. Snape favors him, so he lets Malfoy do them whenever he wants. He’s only done two so far,” Harry replied.

            “And you think Snape would let me in, even without a detention? Isn’t it supposed to be keeping you away from your friends as a punishment?”

            “Honestly, it doesn’t feel like punishment. Snape doesn’t glare at me the way I thought he would. Now I’m thinking it was more of an excuse to get me to study defensive shields with him. He’s been loads of help when it came to practicing them,” Harry answered.

            “That’s strange. If he wanted to teach you something, why didn’t he just ask you to come back for extra classes like he did last year?”

            “He probably doesn’t want to make it seem like he’s helping me. He’s a spy remember? He’s got a reputation to maintain. He always glares and scowls at me when Malfoy’s in the room, which he doesn’t do when it’s just the two of us.”

            “Yeah okay then,” Hermione conceded.

            “Sounds pretty creepy if you ask me; stuck in a room for three hours every night with that batty git?” Ron said, swallowing a large bite of food.

            “Well if he lets me in, then I’ll help you tonight, otherwise we can work on it tomorrow,” Hermione said.

            “Brilliant!” Harry replied glad that was settled.

            As planned, Harry and Ron went to Quidditch practice before working on their defense essay with Hermione. Then the three of them went down to lunch, but Harry didn’t feel like having the slop the Great Hall was serving for lunch. He was anxious to see Draco again and he kept thinking about how much better the food tasted in the room of requirement, so he dug out his charmed galleon and tapped it with his wand, to signal Draco. He always kept his galleon on him, hoping Draco would start signaling him more. He was pretty busy these days, but he could squeeze in a quick snog every once in a while.

            Draco felt the coin burning in his pocket. He hadn’t used it to signal Harry for a meeting in over a week, but he felt connected to Harry when he had it on him, like he could always pull it out and communicate with his boyfriend in secret whenever he wanted, so he had it on him most of the time. He pulled it out and saw the word, “Now,” was written on it. He glanced up and over at the Gryffindor table, to see that Harry was looking at him as he stood up and grabbed his bag. Harry looked down to say something to his friends and then looked back up at Draco. Draco nodded quickly before looking back to his plate and slipping the coin back into his pocket.

            Once Harry saw Draco nod, he used a napkin to wrap up his sandwich to go. He grabbed the sandwich and told his friends he’d see them after dinner, before heading off to the room of requirement and tossing the sandwich in the bin on the way. He wanted them to think he was going to eat it while studying his occlumency book and not arranging a secret lunch date with Draco.

            “I’m not hungry. I’m gonna go for a walk; I’ll see you after dinner,” Draco said to Pansy, who was sitting next to him and trying to talk with him about their history of magic homework.

            Pansy looked at Draco curiously, but said, “Alright Draco, maybe we can work on it after dinner.”

            “Yeah sure,” Draco said, standing up and grabbing his school bag, before heading out the door himself. He hoped no one would notice that he was following Harry.

            “Dobby,” Harry called as soon as he stepped into the lilac beach room.

            “Yes Harry Potter, sir? How is Dobby helping Harry Potter, sir?” Dobby asked apparating in.

            “Can you make me and Draco a nice lunch? Not the sandwiches the Great Hall is serving, but something…better?” Harry asked.

            “Yes Harry Potter, sir. Dobby is getting Harry Potter, sir, a nice lunch,” Dobby replied, disapparating out with another pop before Harry could thank him.

            Draco opened the door then and found Harry standing right on the other side of it. Harry stepped aside to let Draco in and once the door was closed, enveloped him in a hug. Draco leaned in for a kiss and let his school bag fall to the floor.

            “Dobby’s getting us lunch,” Harry said, breaking away from the sweet kiss. His backpack, too, was dropped there on the floor.

            “Brilliant,” Draco replied, letting Harry lead him over to the dining table.

            Their food appeared right when Harry was pulling out Draco’s chair for him. He then sat down in his own chair and reached across the table to join his left hand with Draco’s left, the way they usual ate.

            “Why is it that Dobby gives us the good stuff and the elves serve that rubbish in the Great Hall?” Draco asked looking down at his plate of pasta, sun-dried tomatoes, pine-nuts, broccoli, and chicken with garlic bread. “I’d never had peanut butter and jelly before coming to school here and it seems like they serve it every week!”

            “I don’t know, but I’m glad that we decided to skip the Great Hall and eat here instead,” Harry replied, digging into his new lunch. He also hated peanut butter and jelly, but because the Dursleys had served it to him pretty much every day for lunch when he was a kid.

            Draco dug in too, but quickly discovered that his chicken tasted funny. “I think there’s something wrong with the chicken; it tastes bad,” he said, after having to spit a piece discretely into his napkin.

            “Are you sure? Mine tastes fine,” Harry replied, deliberately eating another piece of chicken to test it and it too was fine; delicious even.

            “Yeah, but I’ll just eat the rest,” Draco said. He was hungry and didn’t want to wait for a third lunch.

            “Can I have your chicken then?” Harry asked. He wanted to see if Draco’s was different than his, because he didn’t want Draco eating from a plate that had rancid chicken in it, especially after he had admitted to being sick the morning before.

            “Yeah sure, have at it,” Draco said, motioning with his fork.

            Harry quickly scooted a few pieces of Draco’s chicken onto his own plate before taking a bite. Draco’s chicken tasted just as wonderful as his own had, so he swallowed it down with relish and said, “It tastes fine to me.” It definitely wasn’t spoiled, so he felt Draco was safe to eat the pasta without the chicken.

            “Hmm, maybe I’m just not in the mood for chicken today,” Draco replied, having pushed the rest of his chicken onto Harry’s plate.

            Harry and Draco enjoyed the rest of their meal along with the platter of island fruits that appeared on the table once their pasta plates vanished.

            “So what did you want to do today?” Harry asked.

            “I was thinking it’d be nice to go for a walk in the lilac forest. We’ve been to the beach, but not the garden,” Draco suggested.

            Harry hadn’t thought there was much to see in the lilac forest, except lilacs, but they had seen the peacocks in the forest from their brooms yesterday, so he thought he’d give it a try. And he was willing to indulge Draco, especially because he wanted to wank him again today and possibly show him the sex book; it would be best if Draco was in a good mood before he tried anything.

            “Sounds great,” Harry replied, getting up from the table and taking Draco’s hand again. He tried to wrap his arm around Draco’s shoulders as they walked towards the lilac forest, but Draco was just a bit taller and him, so it was more comfortable to wrap his arm around Draco’s waist. He was pleasantly surprised when Draco in turn wrapped his arm around Harry’s shoulder. They walked like that into the forest and looked at all the flowers.

            There wasn’t much to see but lilacs at first, but Draco slowly led him around, arm-in-arm, so it felt nice. And after a few minutes, the scenery began to change and other types of flowers popped up. There were a few rose bushes with glorious large white blooms. There was a small pond with a few lilies growing in it. There were unfamiliar trees with vines growing along the trunks. The vines had white and purple flowers that Draco seemed to favor. Harry watched as Draco picked one and tucked it behind his ear, before reaching in and pulling out a yellow orb.

            “What’s that?” Harry asked curiously.

            “Passion fruit. They’re delicious,” Draco said cracking one in half and handing half to Harry.

            Harry wasn’t sure what to do with the passion fruit. Was he supposed to eat it or smell it? And if he were to eat it, which part was edible? The outside looked a bit like a rind and the inside looked like a seed-filled slime. He decided it would be best to sniff it and then wait to see what Draco did with it.

            Draco watched in amusement as Harry sniffed the delicious treat, before slurping the juicy seeds of his own piece down into his waiting mouth, using his tongue to make sure he got it all.

            Harry saw Draco eating the slimy part and he heard Draco moaning in pleasure at the taste of the fruit. The sound went straight to his cock, but he tried to ignore that and instead followed Draco’s lead in eating the slime. Only it didn’t feel like slime on his tongue. Sure it was slippery, but it was mostly juicy, very sweet, and incredibly tangy and flavorful. Harry moaned and decided that that must be why they called it passion fruit.

            Draco picked another passion fruit off the vine, cracked it in half, and gave half to Harry, before downing his half. He grabbed another, repeating the procedure and eating both halves when Harry hadn’t kept up with him. They had a few more pieces of fruit between the two of them, before Draco decided it was time to move on and continue their walk. They saw a few peacocks and other birds and some more beautiful flowers, but just like the ocean-side of the room, the forest side too had limits, and it wasn’t long before they finished their circle and came back to the dining patio.

            “What do you want to do now?” Draco asked. His dick was half-hard from hearing Harry moan as they ate their passion fruit and he hoped Harry would say snogging.

            “I want to wank you,” Harry said seductively and he leaned up for a kiss.

            Draco smiled into the kiss and agreed with that sentiment, so he nodded and let Harry lead them into the hut. They sat down on the couch and started snogging in earnest. Harry was snogging him so thoroughly that Draco barely noticed when his school robes were pulled up and his pants were pulled down. But he certainly noticed when Harry’s hand touched his dick, because it felt like all the blood in his body immediately started rushing to his dick, pounding through his arteries and veins to get there.

            Draco turned his head to breathe, breaking contact with Harry’s mouth. Once he caught his breath, he pushed Harry’s chest back from him a bit, so that he could pull his robes off over his head. Then he wrapped his hand around Harry’s neck, motioning for him to come closer again.

            Harry quickly rushed in to snog Draco again, but when next they broke apart to breathe, he took the opportunity to remove his own robes. He was a little nervous about how Draco might take it, because he hadn’t taken his own clothes off last time, only Draco’s, but Draco just smiled and began to run his hands over Harry’s chest, which Harry took as a good sign.

            It felt wonderful and in that moment Harry was glad he had stopped by the room of requirement before breakfast and retrieved a pair of nice pants from the dresser. The pair he had worn the day before disappeared when he showered this morning and he didn’t want to go around in his own, hoping that Draco might see his pants today. And now those borrowed pants were the only thing he was wearing besides his shoes and socks, which he was toeing off.

            Draco was in ecstasy again. Harry was kissing him, pressed chest to chest, with Harry’s hands all over his dick. He was sliding those hands’ slick with Draco’s pre-cum, up and down his throbbing hard shaft. Harry had small hands that couldn’t wrap completely around Draco’s cock, but he had two of them and Draco certainly didn’t mind Harry’s technique. He could feel the fluttering feeling in his stomach again and a tingling all over his body, but concentrated in his balls.

            Harry was incredibly turned on by the sight of Draco’s flushed cheeks, the sound of Draco’s hot panting breath, and mostly the feel of Draco’s throbbing giant cock! He wanted to push Draco down and hump him, naked cock to naked cock, just like the book showed. He could imagine how good it would feel to rub his cock up and down along the slick underside of Draco’s dripping member. He squeezed the tip of Draco’s cock, encouraging more pre-cum to dribble out, and continued to run his other hand up and down along the length of the shaft.

            When Harry’s hand went down, the skin around the cock-shaft went down, exposing the sensitive looking folds of skin along the border of the purplish-red swollen glands. Harry dipped a slick pre-cum covered finger down, exploring the folds, knowing that this was the most sensitive area on his own cock and wondering if it was also the most sensitive on Draco’s. It probably was, because Draco let out a gasp of air and his cock twitched in Harry’s hands. He did it a few more time, with the same effect, before moving on and pulling his hands higher up. The shaft-skin once more covered the sensitive folds, but Harry pressed down on the covered folds and Draco moaned. Harry continued up, until he was at the very tip of the head, recoating his hands in the pool of pre-cum that had leaked out in the last minute.

            ‘Merlin’s pants, Draco can really put out a lot of pre-cum. This’ll probably make penetration easier if he’s constantly adding more lubricant,’ Harry thought, but kept it to himself, because he didn’t think Draco was ready to start thinking about penetration anytime soon.

            Draco started moaning more insistently and much more loudly. He was panting hard even when Harry let his mouth breathe freely; instead Harry was kissing Draco’s jaw and neck. He even managed to go lower, licking Draco’s dusty rose colored nipples a few times. Draco seemed to really like that, bucking his hips up into Harry’s hands, and his cock twitching. Draco’s flush now ran from his creeks, down his chest, to his pulsing purple cock.

            “Fuck my hands,” Harry whispered into Draco’s ear, rising up from Draco’s nipples. He moved both of his hands together to form a collar encircling Draco’s cock, just under the head. He had seen this in his sex book, in the wanking section, so he held his hands still and waited for Draco to move.

            It took Draco a second to figure out that Harry had said something, what with his blood pounding through his ears so loudly, but Harry had stopped stimulating him down there and that went a long way to restoring the blood flow to his brain and allowing thought.

            “Fuck my hands,” Harry repeated when Draco didn’t seem to catch on. “Thrust up into them and then pull out; imagine it were my arse.”

            Draco heard Harry that time and it sounded hot, so he did it. He pushed up and further into those hands, then pulled back. His dick head got stuck for a second as he pulled out, but Harry quickly loosened his hands, allowing his dick to pull back further. It felt amazing, like crackling flaming magic flowing through his body, so he did it again and again and again.

            Draco was panting and sweating at his exertion and he thrust in and out of Harry’s hands. Harry’s own cock was throbbing and aching to be touched in his own pants. He wondered what Draco would think if he looked down and noticed the large tent in his pants, not to mention the dark stain of wetness as his own pre-cum leaked out and soiled the fabric. But Draco wasn’t looking, his eyes were closed, and Harry needed release! He slowly moved his body in closer to his hands, until his cock was nestled on the other side of his hands. This time when Draco thrust up into his hands, that huge cock touched the underside of Harry’s cock, through the fabric of his pants.

            Harry looked up into Draco’s face nervously, to see how he would take the contact, but he didn’t seem to notice. His face was still contorted in pleasure, his eyes shut, with mouth wide-open and panting. Thus Harry kept his cock there, changing the angle slightly, to increase the contact between the two cocks, and was rewarded with ecstasy as Draco’s cock pushed into his own. For a second Harry thought Draco was going to collapse in pleasure and cum right then, but he didn’t, and that gave Harry an idea.

            “Lay down with me,” Harry instructed softly, coaxing Draco to lie down on top of him on the couch.

            Draco was too far gone to think, simply following Harry’s direction as he pulled him down on top of him.

            “Keep fucking my hands; I’ve got you,” Harry encouraged as he scooted his body underneath Draco’s on the couch, so their cocks were lined up just so, but Harry’s hands were still wrapped loosely around Draco’s cock for him to fuck.

            Draco complied and soon was moaning and bucking again. Harry was moaning and writhing under him, just needing a little bit more friction. In the heat of the moment, his hands released Draco’s cock, grabbing his arse instead, and pulling him harder down into his own cock. Now they really were grinding cock to cock, just with Harry’s pants in between, but they were dripping wet with their combined pre-cum and weren’t much of a barrier.

            Draco didn’t notice the removal of the hands from his cock; he just noticed that all of a sudden his arse was being pulled harder into what he was fucking and something hard was bucking up into him. It felt absolutely divine and Draco let loose his orgasm, shooting his cum in thick white spurts across Harry’s chest.

            Harry felt Draco explode and that triggered the coil in his own belly and the explosion of cum from his own cock. He soared on waves of ecstasy as his cock twitched and released, coating the inside of his pants. When Harry recovered, he looked up to find Draco’s head lying on his chest. He looked relaxed and happy, but Harry didn’t think he was asleep.

            “Did you get it good?” Harry asked sated.

            “Yeah,” Draco breathed out with a happy sigh.

Author’s Note: I decided to get one more chapter up before I leave. Please review.
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