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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39165 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Harry paused in the middle of eating his breakfast, realizing that he had forgotten about asking Hermione if she’d keep Draco up-to-speed on what they were learning in class. He quickly recovered, eating the forkful of scrambled eggs that had paused en route to his mouth, then turned to Hermione. “’Mione, can I ask you a favor?” He asked.
Hermione looked at him for a second without answering, then shrugged. “Sure, Harry. What is it?”
Harry cast a muffliato around himself, her and Ron, then said: “I was wondering if you’d be willing to tutor Draco in what we’re learning in class. I don’t see any reason for him not to learn.”
Hermione’s eyes widened, then she smiled. “Of course I will, Harry! That’s a wonderful idea! Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Probably because you’re not the one that’s supposed to be looking out for his best interests.” Harry said with a smile. “That’s my job.”
“Well, you’re doing it wonderfully.” Hermione said happily.
Ron shook his head. “Don’t go to too much trouble, ‘Mione. He’s not worth it.” He said.
Hermione glared at him. “That’s not your decision to make, Ron. It’s mine, and I think he’s more than entitled to learn everything we are, to the best of my abilities to teach him.” She said primly.
Harry nodded. “I agree. Ron, you need to get over your hatred of him. Really, he’s not all that bad. He’s changed, and if I can accept that, so can you.”
Ron just shook his head. “Whatever. I’ll believe that when I see proof.”
*****
Harry and Hermione walked into the Room of Requirement.
Draco wasn’t in the common room.
“Draco?” Harry called out.
“Bathroom!” Draco’s voice called out. “Care to join me, Master?” He called out playfully.
Harry flushed. “Wait out here, I’ll get him.” He told Hermione, then went into the bedroom and from there to the bathroom.
Draco was sitting in the tub, his head lolling back against the floor, looking utterly relaxed.
“Draco, I brought Hermione. She’s here to tutor you.” Harry explained.
Draco groaned. “You have horrible timing, Harry.” He whined.
Harry grinned. “Get out, and get dressed.”
Draco sighed. “Yes, Harry.” He said morosely.
“Try not to be so upset about it.” Harry said, making sure to phrase it as a request. “She’s a good tutor, so you can take advantage of it. You’ll be able to learn a lot from her.”
Draco grabbed his wand from the floor near the tub and cast a drying charm on himself, then walked into the bedroom unabashedly nude. He dressed and whirled around to face Harry. “How do I look?” He asked.
“Devastatingly handsome.” Harry answered honestly.
Draco smirked. “Good.”
Harry grinned. “Trying to impress someone?” He asked teasingly.
“Only you, my Harry Master.” Draco teased back, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.
Harry flushed as Draco turned and headed out to the common room. ‘Was he really trying to impress me?’ He wondered.
Draco walked up to Hermione and smiled at her winningly. “Hello, Granger. Thank you for doing this. I can’t take my N.E.W.T.s, now, but that’s no reason to stop learning, I suppose.”
Harry came out of the bedroom, still a little pink. “No, it’s not. I want you to know everything we do, Draco.”
Draco turned and eyed him for a moment, then shrugged. “Whatever you want, Harry.” He said lightly.
Hermione sat down at the table and laid out her notes and her books. “What do you want to go over first?” She asked Draco.
Draco pulled up a chair, shrugging. “Not Potions, I already know that well enough. If I can brew Occulis as easily as I did, I can brew anything of Seventh Year level.” He said.
Harry just sat down in the chair he usually used and let his mind drift, closing his eyes.
*****
“Oh, honestly!” Hermione said, looking at Harry, who was asleep in the chair.
Draco snorted. “I’ll fix this.” He said, then sat down in Harry’s lap. “Harry.” He leaned in and kissed the slightly parted lips. “Wake up, Harry.” He said, leaning in and kissing him again.
Harry moaned, his arms coming up to wrap around Draco’s waist as he deepened the kiss.
Draco chuckled into the kiss, breaking it before Harry could get too worked up. “Granger and I are done for tonight. And you need to get back to the dorms before curfew.” He said.
Harry sighed. “Right.” He pressed another quick kiss to Draco’s lips, then helped the blond off his lap and stood, stretching. “So, I’ll see you day after tomorrow, Draco.”
Draco smirked. “Until Friday night, then.” He agreed.
Harry and Hermione left, and Draco licked his lips. ‘Mm, my Master is delicious.’ He thought smugly.
*****
Harry stuffed the books he’d need on Monday into his bag and stood. “Alright, I’m ready to go.” He told Ron and Hermione.
Hermione hugged him. “Have a good time. And remind Draco that I’m coming over Tuesday night to tutor him again.” She said.
Ron clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Be careful, mate. Remember, Slytherins are cunning and manipulative. Don’t let him get to you.” He said.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Ron, I know what I’m doing. Really, you don’t need to worry.”
“You’re my best mate. I’m going to worry, whether you want me to or not.” Ron said firmly.
Harry pulled him aside and cast a quick muffliato, giving Hermione a pleading look.
She nodded and turned around.
“Ron, I’m about to go and shag a fit bloke to within an inch of his life as much as I can over the next two days. You don’t need to worry that he’ll try anything, because he’ll probably spend most of the time insensate with pleasure.” Harry told him.
Ron turned green. “I didn’t need to hear that.” He said.
Harry shrugged. “Seems to me you did. Now you know there’s no reason to worry, since you know what will be happening.”
“Thanks, mate. I’m just going to go be sick now.” Ron groused.
Harry laughed and canceled the spell, then told Hermione goodbye before leaving. He hurried to the Room of Requirement and went in.
Draco was waiting for him next to the chair Harry usually sat in, kneeling and naked as the day he was born.
Harry’s mouth went dry at the sight. “Merlin.” He whispered, closing the door behind him.
Draco’s lips lifted in a smirk, through he kept his eyes lowered. “Master.” He whispered. “What is your will?” He asked.
Harry dropped his bag and robes by the door and walked over to Draco, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. “Stand up.” He ordered.
Draco obeyed him, keeping his eyes lowered as he stood before Harry, feet shoulder-width apart, arms at his sides, not even bothering to hide the half-erect cock he was sporting, unabashed in his nudity.
“Merlin, Draco, do you have any idea what you look like?” Harry asked, shrugging his shirt off and dropping it next to him, then kicking off his shoes.
Draco shook his head, flushing lightly. “Am I pleasing to you?” He asked with a small smile.
“Look at me.” Harry ordered, and silvery eyes rose to meet his. Harry cupped his face. “You are very pleasing to me, Draco. You’re gorgeous.” He whispered, then kissed Draco’s lips, which had parted on a gasp at the word ‘gorgeous.’
Draco accepted the kiss, kissing back tentatively, his arms coming up to wrap around Harry’s neck. He moaned softly, pressing his body as close to Harry’s as he could.
Harry broke the kiss. “Hang on, I have to-“ Harry began fighting with the button on his trousers, and Draco’s hands stopped his.
“Please.” Draco said. “Let me?”
Harry moaned and let his hands fall to his sides. “Do whatever you want. I’m all yours.” He said in relief.
Draco chuckled. “I believe that’s my line. But back to the matter at hand…” Within seconds, he was working Harry’s trousers and pants down over his hips and down his legs.
Harry kicked them off, then sat down in the chair. “I want you to ride me.” He said.
Draco smiled. “We’ll need the lube.” He said.
Harry summoned it and opened it, coating three fingers with the slippery oil. He slid one into Draco, and the blond arched his back, pushing his hips back to meet the finger, urging it in deeper.
“I can take more.” Draco said softly his breath hitching as Harry crooked his finger and hit his prostate.
“Be patient. It’s been two weeks. I don’t want to hurt you.” Harry said, adding a second finger carefully. He scissored them, stretching the ring of muscles, and Draco moaned, letting his head fall forward to rest on Harry’s shoulder.
Harry added a third finger and smiled when Draco’s head snapped up and he cried out, pushing his hips back abruptly.
“Oh, Merlin, yes!” The blond breathed, trying to get the fingers to hit the spot they just had again. After a few more minutes of careful stretching, the fingers were removed.
Harry slicked his cock and guided it in, helping Draco through the burn of having a cock in him again after their two-week celibacy. “Easy, Draco. Just take it slow. There’s no rush.” He whispered as the blond hissed in pain, face showing every bit of sensation he was feeling, the good and the bad.
“Oh!” Draco suddenly stopped, then wiggled, and slid the rest of the way down more easily. “Yes!” He said in relief, and lifted up only to slide back down on Harry’s cock, moaning as his prostate was rubbed against.
Harry smiled and watched Draco’s face as the blond moved, shamelessly fucking himself on Harry’s cock. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck yourself. Who do you belong to, Draco?” He asked, grabbing the blond’s hips and helping him move.
“You, Master! Only you!” Draco gasped out, arching back and crying out as the new angle made it easier to hit his prostate dead-on. “I’m yours!” Draco continued to move, small gasps and whimpers of pleasure escaping his throat.
Harry snapped his hips up to meet Draco’s, and moved one hand to wrap around the blond’s cock. “Yes, you’re all mine! Beg me to let you come!” He ordered.
“Please, Master!” Draco tossed his head back. “Please let me come!” He cried out loudly. “Oh, please, Master, I need to come for you! Please!”
Harry pulled Draco close and kissed him, then gasped out: “Come for me!” just as he surrendered to his own release.
He kissed Draco again as the blond shuddered through his own climax, clinging to him desperately.
Draco sighed happily, seeming to melt into Harry. “That was good.” He said.
Harry chuckled. “It was.” He agreed.
“I mean, really, really good.” Draco added. “You’re amazing.”
“You’re biased.” Harry pointed out. “You’ve only ever known me.”
Draco shrugged. “You’re still amazing.” He said happily.
Harry snorted and kissed Draco again. “Can you stand? We’d probably be more comfortable in bed.”
Draco buried his face in Harry’s neck. “I’m perfectly comfortable here.” He said.
Harry chuckled. “Let me rephrase that: I’d be more comfortable in bed.”
Draco disentangled himself from Harry. “Bed it is, then.” He said, heading into the bedroom.
Harry got up and followed, watching as Draco got into bed and held his arms out to Harry.
“Join me?” He asked.
Harry got into bed and pulled Draco close. “For now, we’ll take a nap.” He said.
Draco cuddled close. “Sounds good to me.” He said.
*****
Harry woke to a mouth on his neck, softly laying kisses over the expanse. “Mm, Draco.” He mumbled, tilting his head back.
A soft chuckle sounded from right below his jaw. “That’s me. Your Draco. Just relax and enjoy this, alright?” He asked, then went back to kissing his neck.
“Okay.” Harry said, reaching down and threading his fingers through Draco’s soft, fine hair. “Feels good.” He said.
Draco paused to lick him, then went back to kissing. “It’s supposed to.” He said, then brushed his fingers over the base of Harry’s neck. “Is it okay if I leave marks?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “Yes, it’s fine. I can spell it away before I leave.”
Draco tensed at that, then relaxed again. “That’s probably a good idea.” He sounded a bit put-out about it.
Then, his mouth fastened to the spot he had run his fingers over and sucked, raising a bright red mark quickly. He raised his head and looked over it in satisfaction. “There. Now you bear my mark.”
Harry chuckled. “Draco, I’d bear it proudly if it wouldn’t cause questions. But, for now at least, I can’t.” He said, raising the blond’s head to meet his eyes. “You know that, right?”
Draco pursed his lips. “Will you let me mark you again when you can show it off?” He asked.
Harry grinned. “Of course. As soon as we’re out of school and living together, you can mark me again. I have no problem with it.”
Draco moved so he was laying on top of Harry. “I think I like that idea.” He said, running his fingers over the mark he’d left. “I want you to bear my mark proudly.”
Harry smiled. “I will.” ‘Merlin, this could be bad. I think I’m falling for him.’ He realized. ‘What the hell am I going to do?’
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