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The Art of Shadow Boxing	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11212 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Italics = Flashback to seventh year
Chapter 15
Leave Me Breathless

The dragon is magnificent.

It's soaring far in the distance now, it's giant wings of thick leathery skin gliding on the wind, disappearing and emerging through the clouds. My legs still feel shaky back on solid ground, like their desperate to lift off once more, to cling to the stout back and feel the rush of the air against my face.

Oh how I've missed flying.

There's the shuffle of movement behind me, low words drifting through the space between us but I pay it no heed, the beast too wondrous to pry my eyes from.

"He'll be okay." Potter...or Harry rather...steps up beside me, following my line of vision with his own.

I nod without turning to him, the last glimpse of the dragon winking out of sight behind a mountain. "He's beautiful." I breathe quietly, reverently.

I've always had a thing for dragons, probably something to do with my name, but never before have I been so close, never before had I RIDDEN one.

"Yeah he is." He agrees and with a sigh I let my gaze shift sideways to him, taking in his rumpled attire, his singed and soot slicked skin, and above all the nasty little golden cup reeking of pure evil dangling lightly from his fingers.

And I still can't believe we did it. I can' believe we managed to pull off that insane rouse and break into Gringotts, supposedly the most secure place in all the world. Just imagine the headlines if people found out it was accomplished by a couple of teenagers and one cranky old goblin that not only broke in but broke out as well.

On the back of bloody dragon.

It's like some children's story, so outlandish that if I hadn't experienced it first hand I wouldn't believe it to be true.

"We're going to do it tonight." Harry says and I nod again, still watching the cup swinging gently in his grasp. Another horcrux found and tonight we kill it, bringing us one step closer. "When Ron and Hermione get back."

Back? And where did they go exactly?

I quirk an eyebrow, glancing behind us to find that we are indeed alone, how and when that happened is beyond me - they were there a minute ago, Granger positively green from the ride on the Dragon's wondrous back. "And where are the lemmings then?"

He scolds with a roll of his eyes. "Their not lemmings."

I wave a hand dismissively. "Besides the point. Where they ran off to, now that is the question."

He blushes and I feel a funny little stirring in my stomach. We haven't been alone for days, not since...well since we snogged until my mouth was rather sore and I felt like I was going to burst out of my skin from wanting him. Unfortunately it had ended rather abruptly, the weasel calling out to him to help with Granger, leaving me hungry for him and breathless and thoroughly confused atop the cliff.

Then we were thrown headlong into planning the heist and Granger got better and there just wasn't any time for...whatever the hell we started. On the bright side every time he's seen me since he flushes bright and smiles this giddy little smile that he tries to smother with his teeth.

But I see it anyway.

"They um...went back to Shell Cottage." He toes the ground and flips the cup round and round his finger.

"Because they missed the oceans stench?"

"Stench? I like the ocean." The cup twirls once more than he's flinging it to the ground, the seemingly unobtrusive heirloom clanking against the rocks. "I think it'd be nice you know, a little cottage in the middle of nowhere next to the sea..."

"Out of the question Potter." I interject, trying and failing to ignore the little twitch of displeasure in his jaw at the use of his surname. I just...it's hard! I've been calling him Potter for YEARS. Habits do not change overnight...not even if you've fallen for the hapless boy.

"Why not?" He demands, rubbing at a patch of sweaty soot on his neck. I swear he can't go anywhere without getting overly dirty, it's a truly bizarre phenomenon.

"Because the salt does something unspeakably horrendous to your hair and like I said...it smells, I cannot tolerate it for long." My fingers find their way around a stray curl, testing it's texture and weight, almost expecting it to feel thick and dirty. But it's not it's almost...good god I'm turning into a sap.

Damn Potter. I mean Harry. I mean, damn it!

He grins and I snap my hand back, dropping it like the stupid lead weight it is at my side. "My hair? I can't live there one day because it makes my hair a mess and because...you don't like it?"

"Yes well." I clear my throat, certain I'm not showing him an ounce of the mortification I feel at having let that slip. I'm not his father or even his boyfriend for that matter, it's not up to me at all where he decides to spend his time. Of course he SHOULD want to spend his time in the city...in a nice flat...with high ceilings and tasteful art...and gah! I do not like this.

I'm turning into a bleeding girl, I will seriously have to Avada myself if I start writing his and mine name all over a notebook. Or Weasley could do it for me. Might be cathartic for him.

"So...are you saying that if I move to the seaside that you won't...visit?" He fidgets next to me and I swear he just moved closer, the sneaky blighter.

"No...unless...you were in mortal peril or something..."

"Mortal peril?" He cocks his head and I feel the brush of his fingers along the long loose sleeve of my shirt.

"Yes you know. Near death...bleeding all over the floor...held at wand point...tripped and knocked your thick skull on the stairwell, that sort of thing."

He licks his lips and it's stupid how the little slip of the pink appendage has all the blood in my head rushing south. "You'll come running if I trip?" He chuckles and dips his head, hiding his smile nearly out of sight.

"I didn't say running." I reply annoyed...well trying to SOUND annoyed anyway. "But someone has to make sure you don't accidentally kill yourself with your clumsiness."

"Oh how kind. You really should live close then, you know for convenience." He glances up at me through his fringe and I have to twine my traitorous fingers into the hem of my shirt to keep from raking them through his rebellious locks.

"Because your a disaster on two feet?"

"Exactly."

"Best be very close considering."

He nods, shifting nearer. "It's only logical."

"No ocean than." I try to remember to breathe and want very much to just grab him and snog him senseless.

"No ocean." He agrees and crinkles his nose, looking far too cute for his own damn good.

And I find that I suddenly don't care if it's a bad idea or where the hell we are or that I have no clue when the lemmings will be back - I do just what I've been wanting to since he slipped from beneath me on the seashore cliff. Pulling him into my arms I kiss him deeply, sighing into his mouth as he melts against me, his arms winding around me and clinging to me as I am to him.

He tastes like fire and mint and I find the shakiness in my legs dissipating, the ground solid beneath me once more. I could live without flying I think...as long as I have this, as long as I have him I think I could do without a lot actually.

Which is a rather terrifying discovering in all actuality.

But apparently we are doomed to never discuss what it is between us or get more than a moment in shared bliss because no sooner have I got him panting and moaning and WIGGLING in my arms that there's a pop, pop - our feet stumbling too quickly back from each other as Granger and Weasley appear a little way off.

Harry trips over his own feet and lands on his arse with his face flushed and shirt even more rumpled than before - looking thoroughly...well...snogged. I smirk discreetly as I catch my breath, tucking my hair behind my ear and out of my face - I may have to cut it short if we keep this up, what with his apparent penchant for latching onto it and musing it beyond repair. I can literally feel it sticking up all over the place, like a mockery.

He glances at me and bites his reddened lip, looking very much like he wants to push me to the ground and muse me further.

Perhaps I shan't cut it after all, not if he gets that much obvious pleasure in running his hands through it...and it doesn't exactly feel bad...it's kind of nice actually...

"Bill says he hasn't seen it Harry, you sure you left it there?" Weasley asks as he and Granger regain their footing and turn towards us. "Alright there?" He laughs at the image Harry's making, like the wind picked him up and threw him to the ground in a rumpled heap.

"Er yeah." He mutters, plucking himself from the ground and dusting off his backside with quick flicking movements. "Thanks for checking, everyone settled?"

Granger eyes him skeptically, glancing at me from the corner of her eye and lingering a beat too long on my mouth, making my hand twitch at my side in effort to keep from reaching up and wiping my lips with a corner of my sleeve. It's not THAT obvious is it? "Yes, the rest left this morning."

"Right." Harry mumbles, his gaze dancing away from Granger's chasing one.

"What did you lose?" I ask and Harry blushes.

AGAIN.

I swear to Merlin he's going to permanently change his skin tone if he keeps flushing so much in front of me. Of course it's annoying how adorable I find it.

"Umm." He eloquently explains. "Just a book."

"A book?" I ask incredulously. I don't think I've seen him read once since I've joined them - unless you count reading over my shoulder, which I don't, that was just him being idiotic.

"Yup." He nods and marches straight past me towards the other two and I can't help the smile that follows his retreating back. Because it wasn't just me itching to get him alone again, oh no he was too, enough to engineer an excuse to make it happen.

Of course that realization has me nearly jumping in giddiness - which is not okay, I do not jump with joy like some neanderthal - and only serves to make me want him more. Which is just frustrating, considering I can't have him for who knows how long. Blasted lemmings.

"I think we need to go to Hogwarts." Granger announces after we all inevitably end up following Harry inside the magically expanded tent, arranging ourselves around the table.

"Hogwarts? You serious?" Weasley gapes and I can't stop the over dramatic eye roll at his tone. He is seriously incredibly dense sometimes. "What like you KNEW?" He snaps at me and Harry snickers at my side.

I sneer and delight myself with imagining the look that would over take his freckled face if I were to throw his best friend atop the table and snog him till he passed out due to lack of oxygen - the thought quickly infusing a growing need in my body with a rather distracting physical manifestation that I don't need right now. So on second thought best stop imagining such things.

"Of course I knew." I scoff and smooth my hair for the umpteenth time - seriously it will not lie flat, what in the world did Harry do to it? No doubt his hands were all mucky and now my lovely locks are stuck this way. I think we'll need some rules...like proper hand washing before hair fondling.

"Alright smart arse, enlighten me then." The redhead looks much too triumphant as he challenges me, like he's already won the game.

Oh if only he knew how wrong he is. "It's the founders you pillock." His face morphs into the radish look he always gets when he's astronomically confused and I smirk. "You know the four founders, the Dark Lord was obsessed with Hogwarts."

"How'd you know that?" He grinds his teeth and clenches the table - it's a bit funny how much he hates being wrong. One would think he'd be used to it after all these years.

"Harry." I supply the answer simply, watching with amusement as Granger narrows her eyes in suspicion, Weasley gapes in abject horror, and Harry grins back me.

Oh yes I used his given name. Though you'd think I just stripped him naked and had my wicked way with him right there on the table from the look on his friends faces.

Weasley flounders for words and I shrug a causal shoulder, unsure if their more shocked about me calling him Harry or of the fact that their leader has confided in me. In great detail. For hours. Typically after stalking me into the woods. Usually while trying to touch me in some way. Honestly now that I think about it, that kiss in the Manor really shouldn't have been so surprising.

"It all makes sense. There was Marvolo's ring, a decedent of Salazar Slytherin, then Slytherin's locket, and Helga Hufflepuff's cup. That only leaves two more, Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw. Although I don't believe he would have used anything belonging to the house of Gryffindor to craft a horcrux." I continue, glowing under the prideful gaze of the boy next to me for some unknown reason.

Honestly I shouldn't be so utterly pleased that he's smiling like that. But I am and maybe it's because his smile is like the damn sun, it radiates his warmth and goodness from his very pores.

"Why do you think that?" Granger asks, pulling a book seemingly out of nowhere and thunking it down on the table, her fingers flipping it open with expert ease, ghosting over the thick ancient parchment.

"Because of the rivalry, right?" Harry pipes in, his gaze glued to my face and ignoring his best mates bewildered stares.

I nod, smiling from the corner of my mouth. "Exactly. He would have thought it a disgrace, tainting his soul to use something from his supposed ancestors rivals house...I should think."

"Alright but that doesn't explain why we need to go to Hogwarts, I mean the place is crawling with Death Eaters!" Weasley concedes with squeaky panic. Alright maybe not squeaky...but it wasn't manly by any means.

I debate reaching forward and flicking him in the middle of his forehead and really it's a miracle I manage to restrain myself at all - while wondering how long it's going to take for him to catch onto the fact that we NEED to get inside the walls to get our barrings. To figure out where to go from here and hopefully receive some insight.

The debate that follows is long and winded and filled with back and forth arguments before finally settling on what we knew was going to happen all along.

We're going to Hogwarts to try and track down the next bit of soul. And after that we're only one step away from the Dark Lord and his inevitable defeat.

****

The distance between us had seemed so far, too far, a great stretch of treacherous terrain too unyielding for even the strongest of wills and hearts. It was littered with years of solitude and horrific pain and unspeakable experiences. I never thought I'd make it through, never thought I should, and there's a part of me that knows I shouldn't be here, that I need to backtrack back through the forest and into my seclusion once more.

But then I fear I may never move again.

Potter's gasp gets muffled in seconds, his open mouth sealed shut with my lips, my tongue wasting no time in plunging in and tasting him - my body jerking into his as it coats my senses and sends me reeling. And all I can think is that I'm home, finally and utterly home as he twines his tongue around mine, his hands feathering through my hair and tugging me tightly to him, the solid structure of the desk wobbling on it's legs as he's pushed back onto it.

His moans soar through my spirit as I devour his lips in a heady kiss that holds the taste of his tears and my fears and the years of our separation - the knowledge that he's finally in my arms again, real and warm and pulling desperately at my shoulders, washing through me and making me whimper and heart stammer.

I ignore my protesting lungs as I try to meld myself with him, desperate to never be parted again, his smell mingling with sweet coconuts making me delirious as I map out the grooves of his mouth, new and yet oh so familiar. His lips are still so incredibly soft, his back taunt with muscles, his hair silky and coarse at the same time as I twist my fingers through them. When the burning in my chest demands it's fill, I break away with a deep groan that sends a shudder through his body, my lips latching onto his neck, my finger's yanking on his hair to tip his head back beneath my ministrations.

"Draco." He groans as I suck at his pulse point, the taste of his skin both salty and sweet, swirling with the spices he must have been cooking with earlier. "Oh god I've missed you." His throat works and I can feel his sounds of pleasure as I work across his neck - and all I can think is now that we've taken this step, that he's too far away, that the stupid desk keeps bumping into my thighs, and his shirt keeps getting in the way of my hands finding his bare skin that I'm suddenly desperate to feel for myself.

I trail one hand down his chest and stomach, delighting in the jump of his muscles beneath my touch, the hitching of his breath, and the garbled noises spilling from his lips. "Miss you too." I whisper against his throat, the pure truth of those words weighing heavy while sliding my tongue down over the curve of his neck and nipping at his collar bone - my heart thumping maddeningly, spurring me on with a frantic need, a part of me positive that if I stop for even a moment that he'll vanish and I'll wake from this dream.

"Never leave again." He whimpers, lifting his leg to curl around my hip as I dig my fingers into his warm thigh, bringing more of him into me as my nails scrape against the denim of his jeans.

I shake my head, capturing his lips again in another urgent kiss that sends me spinning and sparks little explosions of light behind my eyes. "Never again." I agree without moving away from his mouth, knowing there's no way I'll be able to even if I wanted to. He's captured me, completely and wholly. He owns all of me, every little inch of my heart and body belongs to him.

They always have.

Even all these years later, even after trying to push him down and away, he's always managed to crop back up, always manged to make my heart thunder and pulse quicken - making all of me turn against my knowledge of what needs to be. His hands ghost down my back, bunching in my shirt and pulling needily at me.

I used to imagine seeing him. At the beginning. Used to see a flash of his green eyes in a crowd, used to feel my heart thunder at a glimpse of storm tossed raven hair. I used to wake from dreams so real that I could still feel his lips and embrace, could still smell his scent.

It was hell.

Then drink and time and always staying on the move, slowly drowned him to a slow simmer in the back of my head, Muay Thai being the only thing that finally settled him into a quiet corner of my being that I could tolerate.

"Say my name." He gasps out between our hard kisses and drags of breath as he wraps his other leg around me, using them to try and pull me closer as I try my best to comply even though I couldn't possibly be any nearer.

My movements still, a protest slipping from his throat before I cup his cheek, looking at him for the first time since leaping at him. His eyes are heavy lidded, gazing at me with such an overwhelming need that I feel my chest constrict painfully, his cheeks fully flushed and mouth swollen, looking perfectly beautiful. So vastly different from the last time I had him like this, with his back pressed to a tree, his cheeks snow kissed, a laughing smile on his lips that were bitten deep red. His hair long about his face with my fingers tangled in the mess of curls - he had been musing about nothing, just snarky comments falling from his tongue between embraces.

He loved to do that, teasing me about my growing Gryffindor attitude as he pressed his slim body into my bony one, debating the state of my clothes or my hair as he disheveled me with his attentions. He would laugh and joke amidst the heated kisses with a lovely flush rising all over him and then all I would have to do to turn him into a puddle of unintelligible goo was run my fingers down his neck, catch his eye with a wicked smile, and touch his lips with barely there kisses. It always worked, seconds later and he was collapsing against me and yanking on my body and demanding more and more and more.

The teasing left behind and forgotten.

I never told him I like it though. That I enjoyed his little version of foreplay because I could so plainly see the nervousness his words were trying to hide as well as I could see the desire he was trying to keep at bay with each laugh. It only made me desire him more. It made me feel...loved.

Now he's older and there's no humor in his expression. He isn't hiding anything, holding nothing back, unafraid of his want for me and laying it bare for all to see. His lashes lay low over his vivid gaze, thick and sooty, beckoning and yearning. His fingers are sure and demanding, the muscles in his thighs taunt and hard around my waist. We are no longer teenagers in the woods, grasping each other out of sight of his friends, sneaking behind the tent for a quick snog.

We are grown and I have ran and he has searched and now...there's no mistaking what it is he wants from me.

"Harry." His name pierces me on my own tongue and as he attacks my mouth again, his fingers digging into my back, I can't figure out why he wants me, why he's wasted himself on looking for me.

I don't deserve him, I know this. I am damaged and ruined goods. And yet here he is, kissing me like I am his life and his breath, his body on fire around me, coaxing my own blazing heat from within me - meeting him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, moan for moan, like two sides of the same coin.

"I'm so sorry Draco." He whispers, his hands delving beneath my shirt, licking and sucking a path down the side of my neck that's making my insides twist pleasantly and there's a wetness that's following him that isn't from his mouth as I realize through a muddled mind that he's crying again.

I can't have that, I can't face his tears lest they bring on my own and drown us both. "Don't Harry." I mutter, grasping his hips roughly and grinding myself into him, his own hardness providing a near debilitating friction that has us both groaning loudly.

"Oh fuck." He presses his face into the crook of my shoulder, rocking his hips into mine, his hands finding purchase on my bare skin between my shoulder blades, my shirt bunched up under my armpits. His movements force a disconnect in my thoughts, snipping away anything outside of here and now, outside of his twitching hips and rubbing prick that feels incredibly hot even through my trousers and his thick jeans. My mouth moves around words I'm uncertain of as I press kisses against his temple, over the dip of his cheekbone, my fingers tracings the hooks of his glasses behind his ears.

He moans uncontrollably, lifting his face and sighing deeply as I pull his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking and biting at it before releasing it and kissing him fully. "God yes, want you..." He insists against my lips, hooking his ankles and leaning back, dragging me over his body and rocking harder into me.

For some reason those two little words send me plummeting, shivering along my spine and at the same time making me want to cry out from the pain they induce in the deepest corner of my being. "You shouldn't want me Harry." I squeeze my eyes shut, dropping my forehead to his and feeling myself grow cold while fighting the urge to kiss him again and digging my fingers into his hips to keep him still.

It seems like such a pointless argument now, with our ragged breathing filling the air, our bodies wrapped around each other like extensions of ourselves.

Pointless but true. He shouldn't want me but god help me I can't move from him.

"I should and I do." He growls, the deepness of his voice creating an opposing surge and I find myself lost in him once more as I take the out he's offering - purposely ignoring all the negative voices in my head as he sucks on my tongue and grinds his hard length into mine, my arms wrapping around him and pressing back into him with equal vigor.

All thought and ability to speak tumbles away from us as we tug and pull and move together, our bodies aligning perfectly, like we'd never been separated. His fingers run the width of my trousers, slipping just below the band, and caressing my skin in such a way that causes shivers to run up and down my frame. I try to keep some semblance of my wits about me as I feel him fumble with my button but then he's dragging the zipper down with a quick jerk, everything around me pounding so madly that I can't hear anything.

There's a certain part of my mind tapping at me to put a stop to the fast progression but it's quickly getting drowned out and shoved away as his hand sneaks down and palms my hard cock through the fabric of my boxers.

"Ohh god Harrrry." I groan, my jaw going slack as he plants scorching wet kisses along my jaw and over my cheeks, his fingers squeezing with a soft little hum in the back of his throat.

"I want you to take me." He whispers in my ear, his lips caressing the shell and nuzzling the curve of my neck, his hand dipping beneath my pants to grasp my erection - skin on skin, my entire body melting into his touch.

"We should..." I brace my hands against the desk as he pumps his hand up and down, his calloused fingers so amazingly good over my straining flesh that I'm a little worried he's going to be bring me over the edge any second now. It's been so long...so bloody long since anyone's touched me down there. "Should wait." I moan, biting my lip harshly and turning my head just a fraction to miss the kiss he tries to pull me into - otherwise I fear I may lose all sense and crumble completely beneath him.

I feel him shake his head, squeezing my prick with a demanding force that has me gasping and shaking, his legs tightening around my hips and trapping his own hand between us. "I've been waiting." He interjects and I can't seem to swallow or breath or think straight as he latches back onto my neck. "Want you inside me Draco." He hisses and I shudder, his request charging straight to my heart and killing the last of my resistance.

And despite the fact that I know this can't possibly end well, I capture his mouth and lift him up, his arms winding around my neck as I stumble us the few steps to the bed. We crash onto the mattress, the springs bouncing beneath our weight, my arms caught at an awkward angle beneath him. But he doesn't seem to notice as he thrusts up into me, his hands pulling at my shirt and trying to pry it over my head despite our disadvantageous position.

Wresting my arms free, I sit up with Harry's arse resting tantalizingly in my lap and pull my shirt off, tossing it on the floor and uncaring where it lands. He visually traces the lines of my chest, taking in each and every scar over my pale expanse, his breath shuddering as he reaches up to touch the newly exposed flesh - the pads of his fingers running along the lines of flamed-licked skin that's puckered and patchy.

I'm oddly okay with my body despite the damage that's been done to it - it's like a painting of my life, each mark, every indentation a story in itself that I wished never happened but it did and I have the reminder of it written into my very flesh. It keeps me grounded, keeps me from flying away to where I no longer belong.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers hoarsely, his fingers cold against my heated body, touching me...perfectly...that's the only way to explain it. The simple caress has me closing my eyes against the flood of emotions that grips me, making me want to bury my face in his neck and spill all of myself out to him. To lay myself bare as he is, to let him see all the festering wounds, to see all the way to the deepest parts that I never even dare look at. "Come here." He reaches for me and I quickly blink away the cracks in my very soul that were beginning to shine through.

I hate and love that he knows me so well, that he can see the minute shift in my posture. But I don't want to fall into another discussion of the past, of my time in captivity.

I want him and for once I'm not going to run.

I smirk at him and yank the shirt from his body, watching with a burning hunger as I begin exposing him beneath me, his trousers quickly following the way of his shirt before he even has a change to yelp in surprise - his shoes tangling briefly with the offending material before I manage to tug them all off in one fell swoop.

He blushes deeply and grasps at the bedding as I stare down at his nude body, his legs spread wide and bent at the knees. "Harry..." I trail off, unable to formulate the words I need to express the amount of stunning beauty that he inhabits so effortlessly. He's all tan skin and lean muscle, his scars barely noticeable in the golden nature of his coloring that he's acquired no doubt from years on the road. There's a patch of dark hair leading down to his jutting cock that's long and thick and already weeping - begging to be touched and kissed.

I run my hands over his knees and down his thighs as he draws in a hissing breath, dropping his legs out to the sides as I near the junction between them.

"You're making me nervous." Harry breathes and I smile, my hands stopping just short of his member.

"Am I?" I raise an eyebrow, oddly enough delighting in the small confession that's accompanied with the jumping of his cock and twitching of his abdominal muscles.

He nods, reaching down and twinging his fingers with mine on his splayed thighs. "I always thought that you'd..."

"I'd what?" I ask, watching as he bites his lip and turns an even deeper red.

Using our grasped hands as leverage, he hauls himself up, pressing a hard and deep kiss to my lips. "That you'd be rougher."

"Is that what you want?" I ask when he breaks away, inching his way closer until he's wrapped around me once more, our naked chests rubbing together in blissfully real contact.

"This is good." He all but purrs, rutting against me with his hands mapping out the curves and dips of my back, his mouth running along the rise of my shoulder. "I used to think about finding you though and I had this little fantasy of what you'd do when I did."

Reaching down to grasp his firm arse, I haul him closer, the knowledge that he's completely naked against me making the fiction between my still clothed lower half all the better. "I take it that it wasn't me bleeding all over the place and trying to goad you into leaving?" I mutter against his throat, scrapping my teeth along the tender flesh and pulling his earlobe into my mouth.

"Oh shit that's good." He groans, his legs around me as I find him in my lap once more. His head falls back as his mouth drops open, unable to hold onto our conversation for a moment as I suck on his ear and listen to the stream of sounds leaving his throat - and I'm quickly realizing as I mark him as mine that I've never loved any sound more than the ones he's making now.

"Was it?" I probe, a little unsure as to why I'm trying to get him to pick the string back up instead of just ravishing him.

"Nooo." His voice is a near whine as I push him back down, pinning his body to the bed and turning my attention to his chest. "It's stupid." He insists as I kiss a path down his collar and over a nipple, my stomach flipping as he arches into my mouth while I latch onto it, sucking it between my teeth and lavishing it with a hard lick.

"I want to hear." I move to the other side, pulling the hardened bud into my mouth for the same treatment as his hands find a rough purchase in my flaxen locks.

"You're wearing to much clothes." He pouts, the heels of his feet pushing at the waist of my trousers as he withers beneath me, my nails raking down his sides hard enough to leave long red scratches in their wake.

"I'll take them off after you tell me." I inform him, his long hisses spurring me on and bringing my teeth out between licks down his stomach with little bites.

"Yess." Harry thrashes his head to the side as I slip down between his legs, my hands holding his thighs flat out to the side, my tongue leaving a thick wet strip up the length of his prick - he tastes so incredibly good and I have to fight for control as I wait for him to answer. "I used to imagine...mhmmm god Draco!" He sucks in a breath, screwing his glowing eyes shut as I swirl my tongue around the head, the salty pre-cum resting delightfully on my palate, before pinching his inner thigh once. He yelps and glares down at me, the effect greatly diminished by his panting as he tugs on my hair.

"What would I do to you?" I lock my eyes on his, the look in them so similar to how he used to stare at me from across the camp fire when he was itching for Weasley to go to bed so he could pounce me, it draws me in as I trail my fingers over his throbbing cock - the skin so silky smooth and hot beneath my touch.

He watches me with his gaze swimming in a pool of lust as I stroke him up and down, pressing a kiss to the underside of his cock and following it up with another long lick - my stomach flipping as I momentarily lose my control and suck the tip between my lips. He bucks and curses with a broken half hearted apology that only makes me want to take more of him into my mouth.

Pressing against his thighs I slip my eye shut, breathing deeply through my nose as he bucks again while sliding further in, his heavy weight foreign on my tongue but oh so delightful. It's awkward, having my mouth filled with his sex but I give it my best, sucking tightly and slurping around him, his noises rising in volume and intensity as I work.

And god is it amazing, everything about him right now is amazing- from the way he's fisting my hair, to how his head jerks sharply to the other side after each swirl, his thighs straining against my grasp on them, the way my name falls from his lips after a particularly deep groan...

I never want it to end.

But then he's tugging sharply on my blond tresses, pulling me off him with a loud pop, his face completely flushed as he stares at me for a good long moment while trying to catch him breath. "B-better stop." He finally stammers, his fingers loosening slightly as I smirk up at him, loving how completely undone he is right now.

"You know what I want then." I smile mischievously, my hands moving on their own to curl around his prick, his breath stuttering as I squeeze and stroke once more.

He brushes a lock out of my eyes and blinks quickly while clearly trying to gather up his thoughts, his muscles straining while he keeps himself still under me. "You'd take me wherever we were, march me down an alley or something and fuck me stupid into the wall. You wouldn't even say much just kiss me and fuck me for hours..." Harry spills his fantasy with a breathy inhale, chewing on his lip nervously and looking at me from the corner of his eye like he's thoroughly embarrassed of housing such thoughts.

My mouth goes immediately dry at the extent of his feelings towards me, all that time, all that distance, and yet he still...I don't know what I did to warrant this, to warrant him.

I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face as I surge up, crushing him into the bedding as I attack his mouth, pouring out the words I can't say in our kiss. "I need you now." I pant as all the air gets lost around us, my desire spiking and eclipsing everything else and all I want, all I need right now is to feel him completely.

"Yes, fuck yes." He agrees wholeheartedly and I tell myself there will be plenty of time for hours of exploring his body later...next time. Right now I need to be connected with him, as completely as I can be.

Holding myself above him with my hands planted on the mattress he quickly rids me of my trousers and boxers, my feet kicking them off the rest of the way as I lower myself down onto him again, groaning with him as we come into full contact with each other - our cocks rubbing together as our hips move in tandem. With a whoosh of air, he rolls atop me, straddling my hips and with a wicked smile that seems too strange and yet fitting on his face, he grabs my hand and promptly sucks one finger in till the base.

My mouth drops open as I watch the digit emerge and disappear between his swollen lips with a moan vibrating along his tongue. "That is so sexy." I mutter, his green eyes opening and twinkling down at me as he sucks in another finger alongside it, twirling his tongue around them like his favorite flavored lollypop. I feel myself growing painfully hard as he laps at my fingers, his hips still moving with hard little thrusts down against me. When a third finger joins the other two, I groan loudly, using my free hand to grip and guide his hips in their movements.

"OH grah!"

Harry smirks around my digits, twisting his fingers around both our erections simultaneously, pumping up and down with surprising ease. With one last wet lick he pulls his head back, leaning down against my chest and guiding my slicked fingers towards his backside. When the tip of my middle finger touches the tight ring of muscles at his opening it all comes sliding to a halt.

And I...I can't...

"Please Draco..." He whispers into my neck and I realize that I've gone completely rigid, my hand frozen in place and not moving an inch with a sudden trepidation of what we're about to do inching it's way into my lust fueled haze.

There's no coming back from this and as silly as that sounds, I know it's true. I may already be his, just like I always have been, but if I take him - connecting our bodies as much as our souls there will be no unwinding us. He will fall with me, I will be his undoing, and I may very well find myself undone in him as well.

There's worse ways to fall though, as I so intimately know.

"...Harry?" I ask, his name a question I can't voice but need answered, my arms encircling him and crushing him to myself. I'm tearing down the middle, desperate to be inside him, to say fuck it all to all the shit that my life has been wrought with, and at the same time...so fucking scared...

I feel like I'm on a damn roller coaster.

"Draco, you..." He fumbles for his answer, pressing his forehead into mine as I stare at his closed eyes so close to my face that it's making my head hurt and go cross eyed - but I don't dare close them, not now, not while teetering on this brink that will change the course of my life. He presses a light, lovingly soft kiss to my lips, so very gentle in it's touch and yet I can feel it all the way down to my toes, curling along my spine. "I need you and not just like this but...always. I need to see you in the mornings and hear your smooth voice dripping with your sarcasm. I need to feel the brush of your hand and watch the smile fight it's way onto your face. I need your laugh and calm calculated way you explain things. I need your sour expression when you see something you don't like, all your obstinacy, I need it all, everything little thing. I'm not going anywhere...ever."

Well fuck it.

Cupping his face I pull him down into a long leisurely kiss that's filled with compassion and need and every little part of ourselves that we've been holding back - it's all there, our desire encroaching on the edges and making the light caress turn into a hungry embrace that leaves us gasping for air when we finally pull away.

"I don't deserve you." I whisper into his ear, slightly disoriented for a moment as I realize that I'd rolled him sometime during the kiss back under me, his hands pinned above his head.

He shudders and arches up into me, turning his head to capture my lips once more. "Yes you do." Then he's plunging his tongue into my mouth again, his knees lifting to curl up along his body as I reach down and circle a fingers along his puckered entrance, his newly freed hands grasping onto the bars of the headboard.

Coaxing it past his incredibly tight muscles and into his body and hearing his loud kneeing noise is like a heavenly song and it's a dizzy gasping affair as I work in and out before adding a second digit - watching the lines of his face as he bites his lip and blinks at the ceiling. He's so insanely tight I'm a little worried I won't fit when it comes down to it but his groans are growing louder, his hips jerking every now and then as I scissor my fingers.

"More. Merlin mhmmm more!" He gasps out, his hands tightening around the bars, his arse lifting off the bed as he bears down on my hand. I oblige him, watching for any negative reaction as I press another finger in, his jaw clenching as I curl them inside him as he pumps his hips. "Ahhh yes, Dracoo, now...please now."

I can't stop the sounds leaving my mouth as I he fucks himself on my fingers, his gaze locked on the ceiling and if it wasn't for the promise of filling him with something far more satisfying for us both I don't think I'd be able to pull them free. "You sure?" I ask, wanting to make sure he's completely prepared, knowing my own judgment might not be the best at the moment.

His gaze flies to mine and I can't help but feel completely overwhelmed with him so openly exposed before me. "Fuck me now." He says clearly, with punctuated intensity and I lick my lips at the display he makes, his knees pulled into his chest, his voice holding no room for debate.

Then I remember I don't have any lubricant and I feel instantly panicky because I can't take him dry, not with how tight he is. I will not hurt him. Not like this anyway.

He's watching me and I know he sees the distress flit across my face but then a moment later he's hooking his legs around my hips again, tugging me sharply down to him, my hands catching at the last moment on either side of him. He kisses me quickly, biting my bottom lip before letting his head flop back down. "Olive oil." He states and it takes all of two seconds to process what he's telling me. The grin that splits across my face is undignified and he laughs with a deep chuckle that sounds much too sexy. "Fucking hurry."

"Impatient?" I tease, prying myself off him with a pang of loss and scramble to the kitchen with as much grace as I can while naked and aching to claim him.

"Yes, I've been watching you exercise half naked for weeks! It took all I had not to pry those damn shorts off you and tie you to the bed and have my way with you." He calls to me and I stumble with a shiver, remembering the way his eyes darkened as he watched me from over his journal.

I had no idea his thoughts were that...dirty...though.

I snag the bottle of oil and all but run back to the bed. "You have a filthy mind Harry."

He nods as he watches me pour some into my hand, his gaze traveling down to lock on my fingers as I spread the oil over my throbbing prick. "When it comes to you I most certainly do." He whimpers as I move to coat his loosened hole with the excess. "Ohh yesssss, just do it damn it, I want to feel your cock in me."

"I like this side of you." My voice is husky as his words draw me into position with unnaturally fast movements, his legs suddenly thrown over my shoulders, his body bending in half as I lean down into him.

"Good. Now take me." He lifts his arse towards me, my slick head nudging into his clenched hole as we both gasp, his eyes screwing shut while he reaches out to grasp at my back. "Fuck!" He cries as his incredibly tight heat envelopes me, making me feel pulled from the inside out and I have to clench my jaw and shut my own eyes in order not end it all too soon.

And then I'm fully sheathed and I have to count to ten and go through a rundown of my morning warm-up just to bring myself back under control because, holy fuck, he feels too amazing. "Alright?" I finally manage to gasp out, lifting my head from where it fell at his shoulder.

"God yes." He moans despite the spike of pain I can detect in his face, his gaze wholly clouded and darker than I've ever seen it before. His fingers dig sharply into my back and I'm so utterly grateful for the pain lacing through the overpowering pleasure because I want to make this last as long as I possibly can...which in all honestly probably won't be all that long unfortunately.

Shifting his legs just a little I pull out and push forward, noting the wince followed by the long groan on Harry's features - but he's encouraging me on and I let loose the reigns and pour into him as much as I dare. Keeping my thrusts shallow and slowly paced, dragging out our pleasure and reveling in the noises falling from his lips and the feel of him surrounding me so completely.

It's heaven on Ecstasy, angles dancing on the four winds of the earth. It's everything.

His mouth hangs open, little 'ohs' spilling out with every forward thrust, and I can't stop staring at his face, can't stop memorizing every little twitch of his throat and cheeks, ever little bite of his lip - it catapults itself atop the smell of sex filling the air and the sound of flesh smacking flesh. Then he's demanding more and harder and deeper and I can only give it to him with desperate eagerness.

"Ahhhhhh fuck yes! Just like that!" He cries, his hands clamoring for the headboard again, grasping it so tight his knuckles turn white as I pound into him. His hips lifting to meet me thrust for thrust as my name falls like a chant from his lips, loud and cracking and filled with cries of wild abandon. “More please, more!”

And it's my near undoing, sweat clinging to my back and sliding down my forehead as he stares straight into me and I want him to have it all - to take me apart and remake me within his arms. "Harry oh god, you feel sooo good." I groan and lift up on my knees, driving straight down into him and watching as he's snapped in half, his face open and filled with cascading pleasure.

My Savior. My Angle. My Love.

"I-I'm...almost..." He pants and I find that as much as I want to make this last all night the desire to watch him come completely undone beneath me is too much to resist.

"Yes, come for me Harry." I capture his lips in a deep kiss and redouble my efforts, trying to hold off my own growing and impending release until he's tipping over himself.

It doesn't take long. A few deep, hard thrusts later and he's screaming into my mouth - his back arching off the bed, his body shaking violently as he comes in long hot spurts between us, his muscles clenching almost painfully tight around me and pulling my own orgasm from me. I join him in unearthly bliss, filling him as I continue to thrust into his slack and spent body, my mind and body and spirit soaring in an entirely different dimension that's made of sensations and joy so intense that I can barely breathe.

When I float back down, the lights slowly reemerging, I find my head cradled in his neck with his legs looped around my waist - his hands trailing up and down my back as he lazily moves his hips, my over sensitive cock moving slowly within him. I grip his hip with one hand, stilling his movements and smiling against his skin at the pout I can nearly hear.

"That was...brilliant." He whispers hoarsely and I can't do anything but agree, turning his head on the pillow and locking our lips in a long languid kiss.

Brilliant doesn't even begin to describe it.

A/N: So I had originally planned for that scene to be quick and intense and very primal – but Harry wouldn't shut up and Draco couldn't quite let go of his insecurities (and that has to be the longest sex scene I've ever written, it's almost 11 pages for crying out loud!). But all in all I think it turned out very well, more fitting to where their at in their relationship, hopefully you all liked it ;)
MoonlightVampiress: Thanks for reviewing! Yes they most certainly did ;) Harry was more infatuated than in love with him – all that stalking can do that to a fella and then he fell good and hard for him once Draco joined their group and he really got to know him. And aren't you the studious one, your right there are two Carrows...can't say anymore but love hearing your theories. We'll go a little bit into how Harry tracked Draco in a few chapters but not in to much detail – and we'll find out about Blaise and Harry's connection in the next chapter – I can't really see them together either, Blaise is Ron's man and I totally blame you for putting that in my head!
Serilla: Thanks for reviewing! Yes it was, I just couldn't see Draco giving up and giving in without a good old shouting match first.
Sebbie: Thank you so much for reviewing! Seriously, they do need a good solid smack ;)
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