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ORIGINAL: The Amour	By : Manhattan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[A/N] Hey my lovely and wonderful readers! Sorry if you checked here and this chapter was gone. I deleted the old one and decided to rewrite the last few pages. It’s better this way cuz then you understand what’s happening better. Anyways, I hope you like it! Please review!

[Chapter Sixteen] A Hidden Room and A Secret

Draco couldn’t help but smirk complacently at the magical door that his mind had managed to summon forward. He glanced at Harry, who’s eyebrows were unevenly leveled in confusion, and nodded toward the entrance.

He grabbed hold of the ancient brass knob with anticipating fingers and pushed it open.

Despite the fact that he had an idea of what the room would look like, his mouth dropped open at the sight within the walls.

It was a rather cozy room, not too large, not too small. Very little furniture, but nonetheless sumptuous and breathtaking.

A blazing fireplace, which reached from floor to ceiling, lit the room with an alluring glow. Flickering shadows were cast long over the deep maroon carpet, and a single plush and ornate couch was sitting innocently
before the flames.

Between the hearth and the couch, a low glass table stood, playing host to a large array of exotic fruits and drinks. And all around the table, and atop the puffy sofa cushions, blood red roses and loose petals were scattered.

The reason Draco was so surprised was because all he had wished for in his head out in the corridor was, ‘I need a room where me and Harry can have a romantic lunch’.

This was certainly romantic.

Pulling himself together and trying to look as if he’d planned it all to be this way he took Harry’s limp hand and led him over to the couch. He placed the croissants on the table and then gently pushed Harry down so that he was now sitting among the rose petals.

Harry’s eyes were dazed and his mouth was open too. He was studying the room with a look of awe on his face.

“Draco..... this is...... amazing.”

Draco smiled and reached out to tuck a loose strand of jet black hair behind Harry’s ear.

“I know. Isn’t it?”

Harry turned his head to look at Draco and he smiled back.

“But why? Why all of this?”

“Do we need a reason?” Draco asked sweetly.

“No, I guess not. It’s just that, I feel like a spoiled brat.... I mean, you’re doing all this stuff for me when I haven’t done anything to deserve any of it...”

“Well then, you could make it up to me now. Cuz you’re right, you do owe a heck of a lot to me.”

A blush tinged Harry’s cheeks and his smiled widened.

“I guess I could do that. What do you want me to do, Drake?”

Inside, Draco was nearly giggling with delight but he didn’t want to let Harry see that. So instead, he suddenly dropped his sexy attitude and pointed to the food.

“Let’s eat, I’m hungry.”

For a second, Harry looked taken aback, but then he nodded.

“Sure, I’m starving too.” He picked up one of the fluffy croissants and tore it apart into halves. It was so light that it practically melted in Harry’s mouth.

He had no idea that what Draco had in mind was definitely not just a chaste little eat-out and neither did he see the mischievous gleam in the blonde’s eyes as he let his eyes roam over the colorful dainties in front of him.

With a smirk, Draco plucked a rich plump strawberry from among the tangle of fruits. He carefully dipped it into a bowl full to the brim with melted chocolate and slowly, very slowly brought it to his lips.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Harry had stopped his chewing and was watching him curiously.

Perfect.

He let his lips part ever so slightly and began licking the tangy sweetness deliberately. He leaned his back into the arm of the couch and closed his eyes, snaking his tongue around the red fruit over and over again.

Enjoying the sense of seductive dominance he felt over Harry and the strawberry, he closed his lips around it and sucked deliciously on the tip. He could feel Harry tense up even though they were sitting a few feet apart and decided to tease Harry even more. He bared his pearly white and perfectly aligned teeth and bit into the succulent delicacy, and a little stream of pink juice trickled down the side of his mouth. He licked his lips in contentment.

He felt Harry squirm this time and he grinned inwardly. was wasn’t over yet. Not nearly close to being over yet at all.

He finished the first strawberry and picked another one, just as red and chubby as the first and dipped it into the chocolate again.

He brought it to his mouth and repeated the agonizingly slow process with just as much passion as before. Maybe even more.

The prospect of being able to turn Harry on without even touching him was delightful, and he wanted to drive Harry insane with it. He continued to play around with his strawberry until he let a purposeful moan escape his own lips. He lifted his eyelids heavily and saw that Harry was staring at him, his mouth hanging open and his eyes entranced at the sight before him.

A smile flickered across Draco’s face discreetly when he noticed a bulge in Harry’s slacks. Perhaps he’d tortured Harry enough. Harry was looking weak and desperate with hunger. But not for food. His half eaten croissant had fallen to the floor completely unnoticed.

Draco consumed the second strawberry as well and then took a third one and covered it in chocolate just like the first two, but this time, he didn’t bring it to his lips.

He stood up from his end of the couch and then sat himself onto Harry’s lap, his own eyes boring into the crazy and confused green ones before him.

He leaned forward until their mouths were only an inch apart. Harry’s breathing was getting short and ragged at the tension and heat between them. And just as their lips were about to touch, in one smooth movement, he raised his occupied hand to his own lips and bit into the fruit in his fingers.

Harry’s eyes widened in shock and then they narrowed, but before Harry could push him off of his legs, Draco bit into the green stem of the strawberry and pressed the edible part to Harry’s mouth.

Harry obligingly ate it, while his eyes never left Draco’s. They were questioning and calculating, wondering what Draco was trying to do.

Soon, the fruit was wholly consumed and no longer was there a barrier between their mouths. Draco brushed his wet lips against Harry’s and licked the smeared chocolate from the flushed and full lips of the other boy suggestively.

Harry moaned and immediately began kissing back, his eyes fluttering close.

“Fuck Draco..... you’re such a devil, you know that?” he breathed into the kiss.

Draco replied by entwining their tongues together and devouring Harry’s mouth hungrily.

The two fell backwards onto the couch and Draco straddled Harry’s hips without hesitation. He caressed Harry’s chest with his hands and slipped them underneath the offending shirt, pulling it off in one swift movement.

He unbuttoned his own shirt and lowered his body onto Harry’s.

They both shivered at the naked contact of their warm skin.

At that moment, Harry took hold of Draco’s arms and flipped him over, so that he was suddenly on top.

Draco moaned and tangled his fingers into Harry’s messy mop of hair.

Harry was kissing his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, knowing that all those were Draco’s sensitive spots. Draco inhaled sharply and closed his eyes.

Everything was so perfect, everything felt so perfect. Draco was quickly drowning in the sea of pleasure and he wanted it to last forever.

“Harry, I love you.” he whispered softly.

Harry pulled his lips away from Draco’s neck and smiled.

“I love you too Drake.”

They kissed again. It was a pure kiss overflowing with lust, passion, and desire. A desire of each other and a desire to never let each other go.

This, was true love.

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An hour later, Harry and Draco had left the Room of Requirement and were each going their separate ways to their next class.

Harry’s heart was soaring and still fluttering from the intimate experience that he’d just spent. His whole mind was devoted to thinking about the blonde Slytherin and all else was seemed vague and unimportant.

Just as he was about to enter Professor Binn’s classroom, Ron and Hermione came jogging up behind them, their breath short and their cheeks flushed.

Harry grinned at them. “So, did you two have fun?”

Ron and Hermione both furrowed their brows and looked at Harry oddly. Then they looked at each other, exchanging confused looks.

“Er- fun? What do you....” Ron trailed off.

“Harry, you don’t know why we were gone.... do you?” Hermione asked tentatively.

“Oh come on guys. It’s so obvious you guys were out somewhere snogging. I mean, look at your faces!” Harry said, laughing heartily. “I don’t see why you try to hide these things from me.”

Ron’s mouth dropped open and Hermione’s cheeks became still more scarlet. She opened her mouth to object but Ron coughed and (blushing even more furiously then Hermione), slipped his arm around her tiny waist and jerked her unceremoniously closer to him.

“Wha-!” she yelped but Ron’s voice outdid hers.

“Yeah! Er- that’s it, Harry! Uh, we were- snogging... up there...” his eyes shot upward and he nodded vigorously. “Yeah, snogging.”

Harry could tell that Ron was feeling uncomfortable about something but thought that it was just that he was highly embarrassed and shy about it. He didn’t press them any further but couldn’t help smiling nonetheless. Everyone was happy now. Harry was happy. Draco was happy. Ron was happy. Hermione was happy.....

The trio entered the History of Magic's class and for some reason, even when they sat down, Ron seemed to want to stay glued to Hermione’s side. He wouldn’t really look at her, his head was turned away and Hermione was doing all she could to make him look at her.

Her loud protests and snaps were drowned out from Harry’s mind with thoughts of Draco.

Draco and his playful smirk.

Draco and his genuine laughter.

Draco and his soft caresses.

Draco and his skillful and passionate m.
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