Only Seconds to Go...

That night, after he made sure everyone else was asleep in bed, Harry snuck out of the house. He used his invisibility cloak for added protection. It took so long for everyone to finally go to bed, Harry was sure the portkey Malfoy gave him would activate even in front of everyone. So, wrapped tightly, he made his way outside to stand fully beneath the moonlight. He looked at his watch and saw it was less than one minute to eleven.

Harry took the note out of his pocket. It only had the words ‘Eleven-o-clock’. This was the portkey Draco gave him earlier that day in the bank. At exactly eleven the portkey was activated and it brought Harry directly to the Leaky Cauldron. He removed his cloak and waved at Tom. Tom smiled knowingly and waved back.

Harry reached the door with the same number as on the key. Knowing who was waiting on the other side, and smiling brightly for it, Harry unlocked the door and walked inside and closed the door…

…Only to be thrust back against it by a blond blur and held there. Before Harry could get any words out, a soft, demanding mouth was pressed against his.

Harry felt a tongue gently licking his bottom lip and caressing the seam of his mouth. He opened his mouth, inviting the tongue in. His mouth was plundered; the tongue roving and licking and touching every inch of Harry’s mouth; memorizing every crevice, licking against Harry’s tongue. Harry moaned into the kiss, returning the attack. He felt desperation in the kiss that was new.

Soon, when breathing became a serious issue, the kiss lessoned to gentle swipes of the tongue, teasing nibbles of teeth and soothing caresses of lips. Harry pulled back, slightly dazed. But before he could gather his wayward thoughts, he was dragged to the canopy bed situated in the center of the room. Along the way, lips now fastened to Harry’s throat, Draco managed to divest Harry of his shirt and unbutton his pants.

“It’s been too long since I’ve been able to touch you. Nearly a month is sheer torture.”

The words were jumbled against Harry’s skin, but he still heard them. He was toeing off his shoes and had his arms around Draco for support against the attack on his neck

“Tell…me about…it. I’ve dreamed about…ummm…it ev-every night.” Harry’s words were mere gasps of sound. Draco’s hand had delved into Harry’s pants and fisted his cock, while his mouth bit down and sucked strongly at the tendon of Harry’s neck. Harry knew, absently, that there’d be a mark there.

“I want you naked and on that bed, Potter.”

Harry pulled back and smiled. Whenever Draco called Harry by his surname in private, he was angry, frightened, or reaching the edge of his control. Harry shook his head at his blond lover and edged closer to him, placing a soft, chaste kiss against Draco’s lips.

Still smiling, Harry unbuttoned Draco’s shirt, moved his hands under it, and slid if down Draco’s arms. Harry stared at Draco’s chest; so smooth and pale and creamy and soft and strong, Harry had to taste him, touch him.

He leaned in and kissed Draco’s neck before softly licking the skin. He reveled in the slightly salty taste. Draco moaned as Harry bit down, just enough to leave a matching mark to the one Harry wore on his neck. Harry inhaled the subtle scent of sandalwood, amber and pure Draco.

He kissed and nibbled his way down Draco’s chest, laving each nipple with soft swishes of his tongue. Draco’s nipples had always been sensitive, and they were a favorite spot for Harry.

“You, Draco, are wearing entirely too many clothes.”

Dropping to his knees, Harry helped Draco remove his socks and shoes before running his hands up Draco’s legs, over the pants until he reached the belt. Harry undid Draco’s belt, the sound of metal and leather echoing in the room.

Harry looked up at Draco and, thought his face was impassive, Draco’s eyes were smoldering as they stared back down at Harry.

Harry grinned and ran his hand over Draco’s erection, gently cupping him. Even through the material of the pants, Harry could feel Draco’s heat. He lowered his face and rested his cheek against Draco’s groin, ears picking up the hitch in the Slytherin’s breath.

“Harry…”

Harry pulled back and unbuttoned his lover’s pants. He knew he was driving his Slytherin crazy with the slow pace, but one of Harry’s favorite things to do was make Draco lost the tight control he held over himself.

He slowly pulled down the zipper, listening to the sound the teeth made as they parted, revealing cream-colored underwear, tented at the front with a small drop of wetness being the only thing marring it.

Suddenly Draco laced his fingers through Harry’s hair and yanked his head back.

“Harry, I’m warning you…” The threat was left unfinished as at that moment,
Harry hooked his fingers in the waistband of both Draco’s pants and boxers and pulled down, finally revealing Draco’s cock.

Harry reached out and traced it with his fingers before encircling his hand around it. He loved Draco’s cock. To him, it was perfect, just as Draco was, strong, hard and cold as marble yet encased the softest of velvet.

Harry rubbed the drop of fluid around the head and ran his hand down the length once. Draco inhaled sharply, but didn’t make a noise. So Harry leaned in closer and kissed the tip of his lover’s erection, then licked the moisture from his lips.

Harry teased little licks and kisses along Draco’s length, down either side, before returning to the tip. There, Harry swirled his tongue around and around the sensitive head before he wrapped his lips around the flesh.

Draco’s breathing increased, his fingers flexed in Harry’s hair, and his muscles tensed, but he kept his control.

Harry moved his head down, Draco’s penis sliding across his tongue, as far down as he could go. Harry was purposely not sucking, instead he swallowed as best he could around Draco and swirled his tongue. Then he slid back up, then down, still with no suction. Draco’s pelvis moved slightly, seeking the warmth of Harry’s mouth on every retreat, but Harry stopped that by wrapping his hands around Draco’s hips.

He loved the feel and taste of Draco in his mouth. He was always so rich, and pure and musky, and just Draco. It was the best Harry could ever describe it.

“Harry, suck!” The words were really pleas masked as growls from the Slytherin, the first link of his control gone.

So, Harry pulled back just so the head was in his mouth and sucked. He hollowed his cheeks, conforming them to the shape of Draco’s cock and moved his head forward, swallowing Draco.

“Yes.”

Harry looked up at the sigh and his eyes locked with Draco’s. He nearly wept with the emotions he saw in them. Even when it was just the two of them, Draco had his shields up. Only during sex did Draco lower them, and Harry was sure it was unintentionally.

Harry could feel Draco’s muscles tense up and his legs start to shake, and his hands tightened convulsively in Harry’s hair.

“Harry…wa-wait. Stop…please.”

Harry pulled back and stared up at Draco, completely unaware of the picture he made; eyes glazed, pupils so dilated only a green outline was visible, face flushed, lips swollen. Draco groaned.

“I want it to be together. I want to taste you too.” Draco was still a little breathless. Harry’s mouth should be registered as a dangerous object, able to bring even the strongest man tumbling down with a single swipe of his tongue.

Harry’s eyes showed his confusions at Draco’s statement, and then his expression cleared showing he’d gotten the idea. He let Draco help him up and remove what was left of his clothes before being led to the bed. Once they were arranged to Draco’s satisfaction, Harry reached out and grasped Draco’s hips before re-started from where he left off. Harry moaned around Draco’s cock when he felt Draco take his erection into his mouth.

It didn’t take long before both were showing signs of their climax coming. Draco, because he was teased for so long, and Harry because he always go off from watching Draco. When Harry felt Draco’s mouth move from his penis and lick one of his balls, he closed his eyes tight, not wanting it to be over so soon. But Draco was ruthless, laving first one, then the next before taking Harry’s erection in as far as he could and sucked, hard.

That was Harry’s undoing. He’d been teasing himself when he was going down on Draco. Usually, he couldn’t hold out and ending up masturbating, coming only after Draco did. They’d never done it this way before, with both giving head to the other. It was different somehow, because they were both giving the other pleasure at the same time.

After Harry went over the edge, Draco came. Harry swallowed every bit, not wanting to miss a single drop. Afterwards, they lay curled up together at the head of the bed. For the first time, Harry took a real look at the room. Lined up on the tables and on the wall sconces, were candles. They were now burned down really low, but the lighting effect was spectacular. The flames were charmed to burn different colors. There were reds, blues, greens, purples and yellows flickering on the wall.

Harry turned to look at Draco.

“Hey.” Draco smiled a sated smile when he looked down at where Harry was laying on his chest.

“Hey yourself.”

Although Draco was smiling softly, Harry saw the touch of sadness in his eyes. Leaning up on an elbow, he reached up and tucked an errant stand of hair behind Draco’s ear. He loved how his hair looked loose and without gel. It was soft and free.
“What’s wrong? You seem sad.”

Draco looked away, not answering the question. Harry hadn’t really expected him to, but it still annoyed him whenever Draco avoided the issue.

Harry couldn’t figure out what Draco could possibly be upset about. With Draco it was difficult to tell he was feeling anything, but Harry thought they’d progressed enough in their relationship to at least admit something was wrong.

Sighing, Harry got up and started looking for his pants. Draco tossed them somewhere in the mad dash to the bed. When Harry found them he put them on, but didn’t button them.

“What are you doing?”

Harry looked at Draco, still lying naked on the bed, perfectly rumpled. If someone were to paint Draco as he was, right there on the bed, post-coital, they’d make a fortune.

“You don’t want to talk, I don’t want to be pushed away. So, I’m leaving. I have to get some sleep tonight as I’m sure big plans have been made for tomorrow. So, if you won’t be fit company, I’ll go back to the burrow.” Harry turned to look for his shirt when he felt a pair of arms circle about his wait. He hadn’t even heard Draco move.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…what…Granger said today. It’s been bothering me.”

Harry closed his eyes against what he heard in Draco’s voice. He knew, probably more than even Draco, what it had cost him to admit that. The fact that it came so quickly, without much fuss, was testimony to how much what Hermione said really bothered him. He turned in Draco’s arms and rested his head on the blonde’s shoulder.
“Don’t let it. They were just words meant to hurt you.”

“Well it bloody worked, Harry. What she said was true. I don’t have what the Weasley’s have. They may be poor; they may live in a house on the verge of collapsing, but they’re happy. They have each other, and respect, and they have real friends. All I have is people who fear the Malfoy name. They don’t respect us; they fear what we may do to them if they cross us. That’s not…it’s not right. We don’t have friends, we have…minions.”

Harry looked at Draco. He stared into the stormy gray orbs and saw what Draco was saying, saw how much what was said at the bank was really hurting him. It was so absolutely out of character that Draco would admit to such a weakness, even to Harry, that at first, Harry was a loss of what to do. He led Draco back to the bed and wrapped his arms around the Slytherin.

“This is really bothering you, isn’t it?”

“No, not that. I didn’t care about them talking about my father, because it’s true. Even most of what Hermione said is true. And that’s just it. She. Was. Right. You chose Weasley over me. That hurt, still does.”

“Draco, we were eleven years old, and you were acting like a spoiled brat. There was so much I didn’t know about…everything. Under different circumstances, I may have chosen you, or all three of us may have been friends.” Harry ignored the snort that statement caused and continued. “We’ll never know. All I can say is, you have me too. Right here, right now, you have me.”

“Not like he does.” At Harry’s questioning look, Draco rolled his eyes, sighed and elaborated. “He’s friends with you. He sees you during the day, a classes, at the holidays. He’s the one you open you Christmas gifts with, the one you share a dorm with. He gets the parts of you I’ll never have. He’s your friends, I’m just, what? Your fuck buddy?”

Harry palmed Draco’s face, turning it towards him. He leaned forward and lightly pecked Draco on the lips. What Hermione said hit the mark better than she could have possibly planed…or maybe it did just what she wanted. Hermione was smart, smarter than she let on, which was something since she let a lot show. She dropped sly hints throughout the day the she knew something more was up between Draco and himself. Harry remembered the look she had on her face before she spoke. Suddenly Harry smiled.
Really, Hermione would have made a great Slytherin.

“Draco, you’re right. Ron has a part of me you don’t. He’s dear to me. He was the second friend I ever had. Hagrid was the first. I’ve shared so much with him, and at times it was he who pulled me through the worst times. But Draco, you have something he will never, ever have. We stopped merely fucking almost before we started. You are more than just a casual lay for me and have been for a long time.”

Here Harry stopped and took a deep breath. He hated these mushy talks about feelings. They went far deeper than he ever wanted to go.

“Right now, if I had to choose between you and Ron, I would choose you. It would kill me, but you would win. I love Ron, but I’m in love with you.”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek and stared determinedly at Draco. He’d never seen the blond look so unsure of himself. He hoped Hermione knew what she’d done when she’d said those things.

“Really?” At Harry’s nod, Draco asked why.

“Because I know you. I may not know about your life outside of school or trivial things, such as your favorite color or favorite food, but I know you. I saw you sneak food to a stray cat that wondered on the grounds. I saw you console a homesick first year. I know you steal the covers, and then when you feel I’m cold, you wrap yourself around me to keep me warm. I know you work hard to maintain your grades, that it’s more than just your name that gets you the high marks. And I most definitely know it’s more than just the Malfoy name that commands respect from your housemates at school. It’s you, Draco. And that’s why I would choose you.”

Draco didn’t look like he was about to cry, and Harry was glad. This night had progressed far enough into uncharted territory without that happening. But Draco did look stunned and completely speechless. Any other time a speechless Draco would have been funny as hell, but right now Harry just sat back and waited for Draco to process what Harry had said.

Harry didn’t know when he’d started having stronger feelings than lust for his one time nemesis. But he wasn’t going to question them. Life was too short and too precious to waste it on things like ‘maybes’ and ‘what it’s‘. If Draco choose to end their relationship, Harry would be devastated, yes; but he would cherish the time they’d had.

In the end, Draco didn’t say anything. Harry told him he didn’t have to say he loved him in return. That hurt too, but Harry would rather Draco be truthful with him, than lie. Draco just pulled Harry back down on the bed and held him close. It was almost midnight when Harry spoke again.

“Draco?”

“Hmmm?”

“I want you to make love to me.”

At his whispered words, Harry felt Draco go completely still. It seemed he’d even stopped breathing. His arms tightened around Harry slightly.

“Are you sure?”

Harry nodded. He knew what he was asking. In all their time together, Harry had always topped. He’d once explained to Draco that he wasn’t prepared to give up that last bit of control. He also knew that Draco understood what Harry was saying.

“Yes. I want you inside me.”

Draco rolled on top of Harry and kissed him deeply, passionately, pouring everything he had into the kiss. Harry felt all the tension caused from Hermione’s words leave him. For the second time that night, Harry was divested of his pants. Draco spoke soft reassurances as he prepared Harry.

He slipped first one finger inside Harry, using the container of lubricant he’d brought with him. Harry closed his eyes as Draco inserted a second finger, moving them in and out, scissoring them, and trying to relax Harry’s muscles. He spoke dark, erotic words in Harry’s ear. When Draco added a third finger, Harry tensed a little at the pain, but then Draco stoked his prostate, causing Harry to moan slightly in surprise.

Draco settled himself between Harry’s thighs, removed his fingers from Harry and grasped his cock, bringing it to Harry’s entrance. He pushed the head in slowly, stopping when Harry tensed again. Draco lowered himself and once again kissed Harry. He nibbled on his Gryffindor’s lips, teased Harry with his tongue before nipping his way to the brunet’s ear. He whispered dark, erotic words to Harry. He told of how long he dreamed of being inside Harry. He said how wonderful and tight and warm Harry felt around his cock. While Harry was distracted enough by Draco’s words, he slowly continued sliding in.

Harry barely noticed, so wrapped up in Draco’s words and voice. They were said in a soothing tone, while what was actually said was anything but soothing. Harry only realized Draco was pushing inside of him after Draco was actually inside him, all the way. It felt odd, but not bad. He wouldn’t describe it was a feeling of completion, but…it felt right. This is something he’d only ever do with Draco. He opened his eyes and looked at Draco. He could see a question there and nodded his head. Draco moved.

Harry winced slightly at the discomfort, but then Draco pushed back in, slowly, then hitting that spot again. Then he did it again, and again, and any discomfort was forgotten and only the pleasure remained. Draco was moving slowly, but he sped up as he sensed Harry feeling comfortable and start to move with him. He built up a steady rhythm, each time positioning each down stroke to hit Harry’s prostate. Harry gasped each time Draco hit that spot.
“Touch yourself Harry. I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”

Harry moaned a long throaty moan as he lowered his hand and fisted his cock. He fingered the slit, lathering the semen into the tip, then ran his hand down the length, then back up. He timed the strokes to Draco’s stokes.

Harry was lost in the sensations, only barely aware of Draco speaking.

“Harry, it’s almost midnight. It’s almost your birthday.” Draco’s strokes sped up until he was pounding into Harry. He was spurred on by the sounds coming from his Gryffindor. He placed one hand over the one Harry had on his cock. He laced his fingers and Harry’s then brought their joined hands to hold onto the bed‘s frame. The position changed his angle, deepening the penetration.

“Only…seconds to…go…”

For the first time, Harry wasn’t counting down to his birthday. He’d nearly forgotten his birthday was fast approaching. The only thing he was aware of was Draco moving inside him, and his fast approaching orgasm. Draco’s thrusts had no rhythm any longer; it was a wild mating frenzy to release.

“Seconds, Harry, only seconds…almost there.”

When Draco’s sentence trailed off, Harry felt him tense, and then he felt the splash of Draco’s release inside him. The feeling was so exquisite, so good, and so…right that it triggered Harry’s release. He keened Draco’s name, tightening around him, milking Draco of all his seed. The rode out their release, hands still locked together on the headboard.

Draco dropped his head against Harry’s shoulder, still shuddering. He heard Draco mumble something against his skin, but couldn’t understand it. Harry silently mourned the loss when Draco pulled out of him. He was instantly aware off the stickiness on his stomach and the trail leaking out of him, but he wasn’t inclined to move.

Draco got out of the bed and went to the washbasin. He wet a cloth in the magically heated water and went to clean Harry of their activities. Despite what they’d just done, Harry felt this action was far more intimate than the actual sex. This caring cleaning spoke of deep feelings and trust. Disinclined to examine anything done any longer, Harry concentrated on the feeling of being cleansed.

When Draco climbed back into the bed, he immediately gathered Harry in his arms.

“You’ll have to leave soon. You’ll be missed if you’re gone for too much longer.”

Harry sighed. “I know. But…just wait. I want to lie here with you a while longer.”

Draco seemed content with that and settled deeper into the bed.

“Happy Birthday, Harry.”

Harry just hummed, and fell to sleep.



Okay, that’s it. I intentionally left this open to a sequel. This section of the story is done, but overall, nope. I have plans. This is just answering the challenge. I like it too much to just end it. So this is it and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it. Till next time folks. Thanks.