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Bending Time	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Two

Sitting at the Slytherin table, the Great Hall full of boisterous children, Draco was beginning to realize he had gotten himself in way over his head. He had been working very hard the last week, trying to behave himself around Potter. Harry's older, blistering, sexy as hell form had felt that Draco should play it cool and refrain from snarking at the Gryffindors, or anyone in general as long as Potter was around to see. Draco couldn't quite remember how Harry had convinced him into such a ridiculous plan, but it had involved large, rough hands, relentless lips, and that naughty, tormenting tongue sliding all over his body until Draco had mumbled something that must have been taken as agreement.
Heat rushing through him, Draco quickly took a swig of his pumpkin juice. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
Harry seemed to think that the potions project coming up would be the perfect time for him and Potter to start getting along. He also seemed to think it would take a week for Draco to learn to control his natural instinct to curse every Gryffindor that looked his way. Draco wasn’t supposed to fight, hex, insult—They had decided ignoring was probably the best he could play at for now. Being nice would only make Potter suspicious, and being normal would just piss him off. Draco was allowed to stare all he liked though, which he was trying his best not to since Potter and his friends had sat down for breakfast.
Taking another long drink of his juice, Draco let his eyes stray, biting his lip hard. Damn, when the hell had Potter gotten so bloody cute? Potter had always been... yeah, cute. But now when Draco's eyes caught the boy's features, he seemed to see them just a little different, closer to the older Harry he was going to grow into. And for some reason, that just made Draco crazy.
He had never been this way before. Never. Draco wasn't the type to feel all flustered and sweaty palmed around some pretty face. God, but the less he fought with Harry, the more he was realizing just why he had been fighting with him to begin with. Because when Draco wasn't allowed to snark angrily, or hex, or even throw an elbow in the prat's side, Draco had to deal with the fact that he was absolutely, stark ravingly obsessed with the boy.
Shit, when exactly had this happened? He tried to think back to a time when he hadn't been intent on beating the hell out of Harry, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember. Surely there had been a time when Potter hadn't been in his life, and that was certainly when Draco hadn't been obsessed like some red cheeked, heart racing idiot. But Draco couldn't even remember what life had been like before Potter, and that was just bloody ridiculous.
So not only did Draco now have to face the fact that he was apparently a crazy person when it came to the damn gorgeous Gryffindor, but he also couldn't do a damn thing about it. Fighting was out, as was fucking, and Draco just didn't seem to know much of anything in between when it came to Harry. He was currently doomed to be a hormonal teenager stealing glances at the messy haired brunette while Potter chatted obliviously with his friends and ate.
Very much annoyed to find himself again staring at Harry when he had promised himself he wouldn't, Draco turned back to his eggs and tried to concentrate on what it was Blaise and Pansy were talking about.
“Did you see the Weasel twins?” Pansy cackled loudly. “The idiots have beards all the way down to their knees!”
Draco glanced up to where she was looking, following the movements of the redheaded duo. They did in fact have beards. “That's not a great look for them.”
“Fail with the Goblet,” Blaise informed him, taking advantage of the fact that Draco had decided to join the conversation. “What was your problem this morning, Draco? Did one of the upperclassmen bitch you out for coming in so late from detention? It must have been bad for you to lock up your curtains.” Blaise leaned in to add conspiratorially. “I tried to wake you, but you had a silencing charm up. Meet some pretty thing on the way back from detention, or were you just dreaming of Professor Sprout?” He snickered, wagging his eyebrows lewdly.
“Don’t be absurd. I just wanted to sleep in without listening to you lot snoring.” It would have been a tad more convincing if Draco wasn’t blushing like a bloody tomato. “Speaking of inappropriate dreams, when I came in I happened to notice you calling out a certain ex-defense professor’s name. ‘Oh, Professor Lupin!’” Draco mimicked softly, laughing when Blaise jumped to cover his mouth before anyone else could hear.
“Don’t you dare tell!” Blaise hissed, looking around the table to see if the stares were because he was holding Draco down, or if they had actually heard what the blond had said.
“Relax, Zabini. Your secret is safe with me,” Draco said solemnly, but his eyes were glittering in a way that sent a shiver of misgiving down Blaise’s spine.
“What do you want, Malfoy?” Blaise let him up slowly, glaring at the surrounding students until they looked away.
Draco thought about the possibilities such a question offered, his eyes once again drawn to Potter across the room.
So, Potter had known he was watching him wank last year. And he had wanted him to do it again... Shit, Harry was looking at him. Fighting the strangely recurring blush that kept jumping up at every possible instant those green eyes found his, Draco turned back and whispered to Blaise. “Help keep me from blowing up at the Gryffindorks, especially the Golden Losers, or I tell all on Snape’s chalkboard.”
Frowning, Blaise looked up at the other tables, stopping on Harry and Ron, who were glaring at them suspiciously. He turned a curious frown to Draco. “Why?”
Draco snorted. “None of your bloody business. Is it a deal or not?”
Blaise glanced back at the Golden Trio. Ron had gone back to eating, but Potter was watching them with an unreadable expression on his face. Meeting the green gaze, Draco kept his face blank, watching as Harry’s eyes narrowed and flicked to Blaise, who was still inches from Draco's ear.
“Yeah, alright. Seems like an interesting challenge.”
“Great.” Draco beamed. And now there were two.
“Are you two done conspiring? Because I want to withdraw my bet on George,” Theodore Nott interrupted, other hopeful eyes regarding them at the request.
Straightening, Draco glared down at Theodore. “You know the rules; no refunds. You can place a new bet with hopes of winning back your money, but with your luck I wouldn’t recommend it, Nott.”
As expected, Nott slapped his hand down and pushed a galleon into Draco’s waiting palm. “God forbid, but I’m picking Potter. He’s got a talent for getting around rules.”
Draco nodded, Blaise handing him the notebook so he could write in the new bet and cross Fred and George Weasley out of the running. “Pleasure doing business with you Theodore. Good luck in the finals.” He looked up at the surrounding Slytherins. “Anyone else?”
“The Ravenclaws just passed this over.” Blaise handed the note to Draco, reading over his shoulder as Malfoy took down the bets and counted the cash in the accompanying pouch. A lot of them favored that Johnson girl from Gryffindor. She was a good quidditch player, but for the life of him he couldn’t imagine the girl being the school champion.
Draco frowned as he sensed Blaise still leaning over him. “Problem, Zabini?”
“Maybe. Does Potter always glare at me, or is this something new?”
“Huh? Um, he seems rather impartial to you since you don’t bug the whole lot of them.” Draco blew lightly on the ink to quicken its drying time. “He’s probably just glaring at me again.”
“Nope, it’s definitely at me.” Blaise laughed lightly. “I think he wants to kill me.”
“What?” Draco blinked, looking up at Blaise’s grin. He snapped his gaze down the Gryffindor table and flinched at the angry green staring back and to his left, where Blaise was leaning.
“Okaaayy... I’m going to just move over here out of the line of fire, while you two handle your little problem.” Draco scooted down on the bench away from Blaise, taking his breakfast with him. The last thing Draco wanted was to inadvertently have Potter angry with him.
“Oh, thanks for your support,” Blaise drawled, but he was smiling when he went back to his breakfast, simultaneously keeping Pansy from badgering Draco. It was a job Blaise had earned when Draco had overheard the boy in a little shower play with Oliver Wood. It not only explained Blaise’s indifference to the Gryffindor/Slytherin House war that had been going on, but also his eye for older men. Draco should probably relay to his friend the fact that Lupin was spoken for, but decided it wasn’t worth breaking Blaise’s heart over. Draco should be thanking Blaise for shagging in the showers and making Potter inadvertently realize he wanted him.
God. Potter wanted him.
Draco leaned back casually and let his eyes wander towards his Gryffindor again. Oh, it wasn’t official in this time line, but Harry would be his. Even if Draco had to be nice to the idiots of the world, he would if it meant having that erratic, brooding, completely foolish boy that could fly like he had wings, and sent shivers through him just by staring at him, or talking to him, or touching... Hell.
It was clear as day now that Draco knew what to look for in Harry’s face. Draco shut his eyes to block the green that had never stopped staring at him since Potter had sat down, and took a deep breath. Patience. It wasn’t Draco's strongest suit but he could do this. It just made the rewards that much sweeter.

“I’m telling you, something is up,” Ron hissed yet again, sending a furtive glance down the lawn past the other groups of students huddled together. He glared at Malfoy, the blond staring warily at the newest hellion Hagrid had brought for them to play with during their Care of Magical Creatures class.
“Ron, will you give it a rest?” Hermione sighed, careful to keep her hair out of reach of the snapping claws of the Mortecraw turned her way. She was glad to see he had stopped talking about Krum, but the Malfoy topic was far more irritating. “He’s being quiet, and hasn’t pelted you with anything sharp or smelly. Be happy. You don’t see Harry obsessing over it.”
“Huh? Well... someone has to!” Ron turned to Harry, who was crouched and looking thoughtfully down at his monster, poking it with a small stick. “Don’t you think it’s weird?”
Harry nodded, not looking up. “I haven’t seen him sneer in three days. He hasn’t pulled a prank in four, and I haven’t heard him call anyone a mudblood since that fight we had where he got thrown in detention last week. It’s bloody unnerving.”
“Told you,” Ron said, frowning at Hermione. “I bet the ferret's planning something big.” That Harry felt the need to count the days, no one bothered to point out.
“Or he’s stopped caring,” Harry added quietly.
“Harry!” Ron gaped in disbelief. “You can’t really believe that! It’s-it’s Malfoy! He’s got Death Eater written all over him!”
Harry shrugged, watching as a dozen blue, tiny claws ferociously minced the twig he was holding. “I’m just saying it’s a possibility. Hell, aren’t you a little tired of all this pointless fighting?”
“Pointless? Harry, you’re scaring me, mate.” Ron shook his head weakly.
Straightening his legs, Harry stepped back unsteadily so he could look his friend in the eye. He wasn’t in the mood for this conversation, but it had to be said. “Yes, Ron, pointless. Pulling pranks, cheating in quidditch, calling each other names... How about you take a few rounds with Voldemort, and have a whole lot of people die just because you were born, before you start telling me that the childish stuff we play at here is important. If the Slytherins want to back off, then I’m more than happy to accept it. It gives me one less thing to worry about while my scar is burning.”
Ron sighed, his anger fading before it could even start. “Geez, Har. You really know how to lay on the guilt trip. You want to go to Madame Pomfrey’s? You look like you just ate a case of flobberworms.”
“You do look pretty bad off, Harry. Why didn’t you tell us your scar was hurting again?” Hermione placed a hand to Harry’s clammy forehead.
“Because it hasn’t stopped hurting yet,” Harry grumbled, carefully stepping around the snapping claws and sitting with a thud on the grass. The world tilted uneasily for a moment, but he blinked it away. “Besides, Dumbledore thinks it’s a normal reaction to Voldemort growing stronger. ‘Course, it’s not his head that’s been splitting with pain for the last three days.”
Hermione and Ron exchanged worried glances. “I think three days is long enough, Harry. We can all go up to the hospital wing after class if you want.”
Nodding dully, Harry pulled his knees up and folded his arms so he could rest his head on them. “Madame Pomfrey wasn’t able to help last time, but I’ll try anything at this point. I’ve been seeing spots, it hurts so much...” He trailed off, watching idly as Neville struggled to keep from getting his robes torn in half while Fleur and her group of visiting students giggled.
“Oh, honestly!” Following Harry’s gaze, Hermione stomped over to help save Neville from the terrier-sized crabs with more legs than they could possibly need.
Most of the Slytherins laughed, even a few of his own housemates, but not Malfoy. The blond was watching the scene curiously, his hand resting on his wand just in case he needed it. What he might need it for, Harry wasn’t quite sure. Maybe Malfoy was going to help Neville if things got out of hand. Maybe he planned to egg the Mortecraw on. Maybe he was expecting all the monstrous beings to revolt together with the intent to shish kebab every student in sight, and he was just being cautious.
Harry blinked as gray eyes turned towards him.
Everyone was always saying how much Draco looked like Lucius, but ever since Harry had gotten a good look at Narcissa, he really felt the blond resembled his mother a lot more. Draco didn’t have that icy frost in his eyes like his father. Nor the look that said if there weren’t any people around he’d have already killed him. No, Draco’s eyes were wide and panicked as he drew his wand and pointed it right at Harry.
The fleeting thought that, even if he reached for his wand, he'd never be able to defend himself in time, passed through Harry's mind an instant before Draco fired.
Huh. Either Malfoy was losing his touch, or he had missed. A screeching noise reached Harry's ears and he turned slowly to find the monster crab he and his friends had been watching wrapped in a sticky substance. Four of the larger claws were clamped on Harry's shirt.
Huh. Harry looked back at Malfoy, who looked a little paler than normal and was putting his wand away. Huh.
“Harry, are y-you okay, mate?” Ron asked, face frozen in shock as he gaped from Draco to the chittering pile of goo on the ground.
“Harry! Tell me it didn’t hurt you!” Hermione swooped down, quickly spelling the crab into the large pen Hagrid had set up. “Harry? Harry! Did it cut you? They’re poisonous! Stop looking at me like nobody’s home, and answer the bloody question!”
Huh, and now Hermione was cussing. What the hell was going on? Harry started as he was lifted to his feet, Hagrid’s ham-sized hands picking him up as if he weighed nothing at all.
“You alright there, ‘arry?” Hagrid asked, keeping his hands on the boy's shoulders to steady Harry’s wavering form.
Shaking his head no only drove home how not all right Harry was.
Pushing away from Hagrid’s helping hands, Harry fell to his knees and heaved, his breakfast escaping all over the grass. God, his head was killing him. A particularly vicious burst of pain centering on his scar hit him, and he grabbed his head with a cry. Something was happening to Voldemort... something very nasty.
“All of you back o’er there. Round the lil’ one’s up, and then get to your next class,” Hagrid ordered gruffly while staring down uncertainly as Harry screamed again, grabbing his head with his hands. He tried to help the boy up, but Harry flailed at his arms, mumbling about demons.
“It’s his scar,” Hermione whispered to Hagrid. “We need to get Dumbledore.”
Hagrid nodded and looked up, trailing over the worried faces of Harry’s dorm mates and settling on the curious mix of Slytherins and exchange students. “You lot, clear out now.”
Pansy rolled her eyes and picked up her bag. “Can’t we spend one class without Potty freaking out?”
“At least it let’s us leave early,” Goyle grunted, holding back and waiting for Draco while the class collected their things and began to disperse.
Hagrid led Hermione and Ron to Harry’s side. “You two stay here and make sure he’s not bothered. I’m gonna go fire call the Headmaster. Hold it, Malfoy. Dumbledore may be want’n to talk to you,” Hagrid added when Pansy tried to pull the boy away.
“Huh? Um, sure. Fine,” Draco said hollowly, eyes fixed on Harry quaking on the ground. He waved his friends off, promising Blaise he’d catch up later.
After an exchange of awkward glances, Hermione decided to ignore Ron’s paranoia and approached Draco. “That was really quick thinking, Malfoy. Harry could have gotten seriously hurt if you hadn’t cast that holding charm.”
Draco blinked up, a frown in place. “You’re kidding, right? Look at him; I wasn’t fast enough.”
“What? No, no, Harry just gets these bad headaches sometimes...” She sent a worried glance towards Harry who, quite clearly, had just begged for death. All three knelt beside the boy, Ron carefully prying Harry’s hands from the dangerous grip he had on his head.
“He’s dying... he’s dying and trying to take me with him,” Harry whimpered, trying to pull his arms free.
“Don’t you dare, Harry!” Ron growled. “Don’t let You-Know-Who win!”
“What is he talking about?” Draco asked Hermione quietly while grabbing one of Harry’s arms that had broken free. Even in the chaotic situation, he couldn’t help but feel a jolt from the small connection of flesh when Harry’s hand clasped his fiercely. Draco's chest felt uncomfortably tight as he watched the beautiful boy scream again.
Hermione ignored Draco and started whispering to Harry. “You’re strong, Harry. Stay strong and fight him. You’re too good to lose. Fight him.”
Draco stared, his fear building as Harry’s friends started chanting for Harry to win. What the hell was going on?
Ron had mentioned Voldemort, as if the monster were there, trying to kill the boy. That couldn’t be the case, could it? The other Harry hadn’t mentioned anything like this happening. Biting his lip, Draco gripped the hand in his harder, mentally urging Harry to win whatever battle he was fighting. He didn’t want to think what would happen if he lost... if Harry actually died...
“Back away children. Let us see him.” They looked up and quickly moved away as Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore swooped down, exiting from Hagrid’s cottage.
“Harry... Harry, can you hear me?” Dumbledore asked calmly, placing an aged hand to Harry’s forehead.
“He-He killed Wormtail,” Harry gasped, Dumbledore’s mere presence helping to draw him back. “He ripped him in half like it was nothing... like a demon.”
“Who, Harry?”
“I don’t know... I’ve never seen him before... tall... in his twenties... Powerful. He killed Pettigrew with his bare hands.” Harry took a gulping breath, eyes focusing on Dumbledore’s calm ones. “Voldemort’s gone.”
Eyes widening in surprise, Dumbledore stood and turned to Hagrid. “Send for Severus.”

Sitting quietly on his bed, Draco considered the chaotic events that had occurred that day.
The new Defense professor had been found hogtied in his office, while the real Mad Eye Moody had dragged himself to the hospital wing for help. All the man could say of his rescue was that he had heard a woman’s voice talking to Crouch before the trunk had been unlocked. By the time he had pulled himself free, Crouch’s attacker had already fled. That, plus Potter's strange insight to Voldemort’s fall, had basically turned Draco's day upside down.
At least Potter didn’t seem to have any adverse reaction to the whole thing, even though he was resting in the hospital wing at that very moment.
Draco had a theory of what may have happened to Voldemort, but he had to wait for his Harry to come back. Two days ago Harry had left on a mission of sorts, but had refused to give Draco any details. Draco had a feeling today may have been the result of it.
Draco had wanted to stay awake, really he had, but by one in the morning, and with no Harry in sight, he fell into a deep sleep.
It wasn’t until two-thirty that Harry slipped in through the curtains, automatically casting a locking and silencing charm behind him. Carefully rearranging the blankets, he pulled the covers over Draco’s sleeping form and stripped down before snuggling up beside the blond. Harry wrapped a long arm tight around Draco and dropped a kiss to the boy's neck. Holding the blond close, the man stared unseeingly out into the darkness, sleep refusing to find him.

“You're going to be late for breakfast, beautiful.”
“Always late on Saturdays,” Draco grumbled into his pillow, stirring when it shifted and pulled him closer.
“Mmm, I know,” Harry murmured into Draco's ear, combing his fingers through the boy's silky strands of hair. “He'll miss you if you're not there. Mornings are never the same without you.”
Draco knew all too well, hating when Harry was in the hospital ward as frequently as the boy was, not there to glance at, or catch looking his way. “Then why so quick to get rid of me?” Draco tilted his head back, seeking out the warm mouth behind him. Harry's lips were firm and hungry, the man's hands dragging over his flesh heatedly as he drank long kisses from the boy's mouth. Sighing, Draco pulled away, blinking up at the strangely somber expression on Harry's face. “You came back.”
“Of course I did.” Harry ran his fingers over the blond's jaw, caressing down his throat with a fluttering touch. “You'll know when it's time. He'll be here for you, and I'll be home with my own beautiful Draco to hold.”
Harry was sad today, the man's glowing eyes filled with the darkness that had started to lift the longer spent with Draco. Something had changed while the man had been away, and Draco suspected he knew the answer. “Something happened to your younger half yesterday. He was screaming... his scar hurting.”
Harry nodded, the darkness in his eyes growing. “He'll be fine soon enough.”
Draco sighed, eyes downcast. “I thought he was going to die... Thought that somehow I would manage to lose you and him all in one impossible instant. It was like the Dark Lord could just steal him away, even though the monster wasn't even there.”
Wrapping his arms around Draco's slender torso, Harry rested his chin against the boy's shoulder. “Voldemort's not going to bother you anymore, love. I made sure. So don't waste your thoughts on it. Harry will recover, and much faster than I did when I killed Voldemort in my time.”
Although Harry's tone sounded so dull, so full of darkness and sorrow, his words unfurled something warm and shining deep inside Draco. Voldemort was gone—Harry had wiped the monster away. So impossible, and yet, he had moved through time to do it.
“You're amazing,” Draco whispered, glancing to the side where the man was pressed to his cheek. “You break all the rules, and I'm so glad for it.”
Eyes brimming with a torment of emotion, Harry cupped the boy's cheek, turning Draco's face so he could kiss him slowly. “I need you, Drake,” Harry said hoarsely, deepening the kiss, Draco groaning in reply as the man wrapped him tighter, pulled him closer.
“Oh.” Pushed flat on his back, Draco blinked up at Harry, the brunette's expression intense as he pulled the blankets down, revealing Draco's nude, slender form next to his own. Draco tried not to blush under that searing stare, feeling so beautiful and completely desired by this man. “I missed you, Harry,” he admitted softly, Harry's gaze snapping to his, such need and darkness flickering deep within the green glow. “I waited last night, but you...”
“I warned you if I didn't come back to make love to you by last night, I must be dead.” Harry dipped his head down, fingers brushing to Draco's parted lips. “You were asleep, and I didn't want to wake you.”
Draco nodded silently, tongue flicking out to taste the fingertips pressing lightly to his mouth. “But you're here now,” Draco pointed out, eyes straying to the man's broad shoulders, hard chest, rippling stomach. “And I haven't changed my mind. I want you. All of you.”
Sucking a sharp breath in, the hand pressing to Draco's mouth gave a tremble. Harry's next intense stare made Draco blush despite his best efforts, blood flushing over his skin in a hot wave of desire. “You know... if you still want to,” Draco added with a wicked smirk, only to yelp, wide eyed when Harry surged forward and began to passionately kiss down his throat and chest.
“Okay... oh god,” Draco mumbled, hands moving over Harry's back as far as he could reach, the man pinning him down into the mattress with his heavier form. Harry's mouth found its way to the side of his neck, sucking vibrant, desperate welts, then licking his tongue out, wetting and soothing each hurt. Harry's hands were everywhere, large palms touching firmly, grasping the soft flesh of Draco's thighs right below his ass, moving up over his hips and sides, dragging to the front to press his thumbs into the furrow beneath the blond's ribcage.
“You're mine, Drake. Tell me you're mine,” Harry demanded lowly, something breaking in his voice and sending a shiver down Draco's spine.
“I'm yours,” Draco whispered, finding the man's eyes and the many terrible things he had done deep within. “Make me yours, Harry.”
Nostrils flaring, Harry's hands moved lower, cupping Draco's ass, fingers probing between his cheeks and spreading them apart. “I can't stop,” Harry warned in Draco's ear, his tongue tracing along the curl of flesh. “I need you too much. I need to be inside you, now, and I know I can't stop. But I'll be as gentle as I can. Just... don't be afraid.”
“I'm not afraid,” Draco said, gasping as he felt Harry's spell tingle through him, lubricating his channel. “Oh... oh yes,” he moaned, a finger plunging into him roughly, Harry stretching him with more haste than the other times he had fingered him. Draco raised his knee, using the leverage to rock with each thrust, burying it deeper.
“I know, Drake. You're the only one that can still look me in the eye.” Harry nipped his teeth into the boy's neck, groaning softly when Draco wrapped fingers in his hair and pulled. He relented, moving up to the boy's mouth, drinking Draco's sweet moans while he pushed another digit into the boy's clenching heat.
“Harry, I... oh, I need you,” Draco pleaded, saliva streaming down the corner of his mouth, Harry's teeth nipping at his bottom lip and tugging.
“Tell me, Drake.” Harry shoved harder, spreading slowly once Draco was full of his long fingers. “I want to hear you beg.”
Groaning, Draco readily answered. “I want you inside me. I feel like... oh, like I'm going to die... if you don't finally take me... Please, Harry...” Draco trailed off, Harry's other hand sliding between his thighs, spreading him wider, massaging his tight muscles while he continued to pump his fingers deep inside his passage. Harry was watching his face again, eyes searing in, and Draco met his gaze with a desperate plea. “Please Harry... Please fuck me... Make me yours.”
Breath exhaling in a burst of air, Harry withdrew his fingers, lining three together and quickly stretching into Draco's hole. Draco gaped silent, then groaned, head thrown back as Harry held his hips in place and began to fuck him with his hand in jerking, slamming bursts. “Oh god... oh... Harry...” Biting his lip, Draco held back a sob when Harry suddenly pinned him down again, the brunette's fingers buried deep inside him while the man ground his hard body down on top of his.
“You feel so good inside, Drake... So tight... so hot... so mine.” Harry growled into the soft flesh of the boy's neck. “I want to fuck you so bad... You're so perfect. You were always so perfect... and I need to claim you.”
“Do it,” Draco whispered, lifting a shaking leg up and trying to hook it to Harry's hips. The two of them were sweating too much, and he couldn't seem to stop from slipping. Harry clasped one of his large hands on Draco's trembling thigh, withdrawing his fingers from the boy's aching channel with an audible groan. Rolling back on the bed, Harry pulled Draco on top of him, sliding between the boy's legs and pushing them open wide.
Draco blushed, his mouth going dry as Harry's eyes moved over him while he straddled the man's hips. Harry was all hard muscle, Draco's fingers straying over his sweating hips, up to his flat stomach, then further. He leaned down, kissing one of the man's nipples. Harry stilled beneath him, fingers curling around the base of Draco's neck as the boy lapped his tongue out and taunted the bud the way Harry always did to him. Then, smiling impishly, Draco gently bit down, Harry gasping in surprise.
“You're learning so fast,” Harry rasped, palm sliding forward to trace across Draco's sharp jaw. Meeting the man's gaze, seeing the whirl of so much when Harry looked at him, Draco grabbed his hand and sucked two of Harry's fingers deep into his mouth.
“Teach me,” Draco said once pulling the wet digits from his mouth. “That's why you're here, so make sure it's everything.” Still holding Harry's hand, he led it down, glowing green eyes following as Draco pulled a wet streak down his lithe, pale torso. He kept going until Harry's fingers were wrapping around his cock, tugging loud gasps from the boy's body.
“We're going to go slow, beautiful. You're going to ride me.” Releasing Draco's dripping length, teasing a final drop of precum over the head of his flushed tip, he grabbed the boy's hips firmly. Draco wiggled back when Harry shifted, eyes closing from the feel of that hot, thick dick pressing against his ass cheek. Anticipation tingled up Draco's spine, his lips parting to pant. One of Harry's hands snaked below his thighs, Draco lifted slightly, bracing his arms on the man's chest as Harry guided the head of his cock to between his cheeks.
“Oh... Ohh!” Draco gasped, Harry pushing firmly against his hole, Draco's cheeks spread wide to the hot length, each small, grinding push forcing Draco to realize that Harry was actually quite large. The fingers did not compare, not in girth, not in smoothness, not in the absolute, mind numbing ache that shook his body when Harry gave a more forceful push, and Draco's body began to open to the thick flesh.
“Oh... oh, it's big... Harry, I can't...” Draco gaped, his body overwhelmed so completely by the feel of that hot, large flesh forcing its way into his channel. Big. Really big. God, just... His fingers tearing into Harry's broad shoulders, Draco pressed his face into the man's chest, crying out with each thick inch that sank into his aching passage.
“I got you, Drake,” Harry groaned in his ear, his arms so strong as they kept him still, kept him from going too fast. “Just relax—God, you're perfect inside. So tight. Never thought... Look at me, Drake. Let me see your eyes.”
Draco blearily raised his head, tears streaking his face, his mouth dripping saliva. Harry was staring at him, eyes glowing with lust, power, and that madness that only the man revealed when he looked at him.
“Breathe, love. You're doing so good.”
Draco swallowed hard, leaning forward to press a kiss to the man's full lips. He gasped against Harry's mouth, releasing a shattered breath as the brunette's large hands tightened on his hips and began pulling him down, that hot, hard flesh pushing deeper into him, stretching his passage thoroughly. “Oh god... oh god... so much... Please, I... I can't, Harry. It's... god, it's so big.”
But he was already inside, grinding so deep, holding Draco's form tight as he buried as far as he could inside the boy. Fingers fumbling around Harry's neck, Draco clung as best he could, drawing loud gasps of air in, trying to rise above the wild burning of his tight muscles.
“Focus on me, Drake. You're doing so good... Hell, so tight. God, you're tight.” Harry held the boy down again, grinding slow, aching thrusts deep into Draco's clenching heat. With a groan he began kissing over Draco's face, across his jaw, nipping hard, hungry welts over his already bruised throat. “Mine... You're mine Drake. You're always going to be mine.”
He palmed the boy's thighs with his rough hands, sliding up to rub the tight globes of his ass. He ran a finger between Draco's cheeks, circling the aching hole stretched so wide around his cock. “Full of me... Like that, love?” He rubbed harder, thumb stretching the boy a little wider, Draco shuddering and crying out in reply.
“God... Oh god, what are you... doing to me?” His back arching, Draco raised up, the cock within him receding momentarily. Harry's hands tightened on his hips, pulling him back down, thrusting that thick flesh relentlessly inside him again.
“No, oh god, Harry... I can't. I... I can't.” Draco shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face in torment from the feel of it all. So big. So completely full and, god, it was moving inside him, his flesh burning in slick friction. He clutched onto the man's large biceps, his entire body shifting with each rock of Harry's hips. Dizzying. Thick, and hot, and dizzying.
“You're doing so good, love,” Harry growled, his head burying into the boy's silky locks. He lifted Draco's hips, forcing the boy to sink back down on his length. “Follow my rhythm.” He lifted Draco again, holding the boy's slender hips and helping him ride his cock. “That's it, just let it in. Take me all inside, Drake. Don't fight it.”
Eyes squeezed shut, Draco could only answer with babbled cries and loud whimpers. His wildly rocking hips and leaking arousal were Harry's only indication the blond was enjoying himself.
“You're so slick and tight, Drake... Tighter than I remember, stretching around me.” He ran his tongue over Draco's ear, licking a wet trail while pulling the boy down again, harder this time, making Draco cry out sharply. “Wider, love. Spread those gorgeous legs of yours wider.”
Draco struggled to comply, his legs trembling uncontrollably as he spread his thighs wider. Harry hooked one of his knees, spreading Draco's legs until the blond fell against him heavily, the man's cock jarring inside him.
“That's it. God, yes, take all of me in... I'm yours.” Harry changed his grip, arms under Draco's spread knees, holding the boy's thighs and ass hard. Draco sobbed, gripping Harry's damp hair hard when the man slammed in him again.
“N-No—Oh god! Harry... Oh god, again.”
“That's it, Drake... Doing so good.” Harry thrust again, reeling from Draco's cries. Holding the boy securely, he rolled them on the bed, pinning Draco beneath his larger body. He pushed the boy's knees up, running his hands roughly over his thighs, forcing him to stretch beneath him. Placing a brief, hard kiss to the boy's perfectly flushed lips, Harry pulled back, using gravity and leverage to fuck Draco ruthlessly into the mattress.
Hands fisted tightly, Draco held on for all his worth. Cries fell unceasingly from his dripping wet lips, his body so hot, burning wild from each stroke of Harry's thick cock pounding into his tight passage.
“God, yes... clench around me, love. You're doing so good... God, opening to me so soon. Such a good boy. So tight. So fucking tight.” Breathing harshly in the boy's ear, he slid a hand down between them, caressing Draco's sweating skin, finding the boy's hard cock, and wrapping fingers around him. With every thrust deeper, he pumped Draco, building a rhythm so intense that it couldn't last.
Draco sobbed, hips thrashing, body arching. He was so close. God, so close, and Harry was big. Deep inside him, fitting so perfect, overwhelming him and making him his. He couldn't take much more. So much. So big, and hard, each thrust a slick madness. “H-Harry... I can't.”
“Almost, Drake... God, I can feel it. You're close.” He thrust harder into the boy. “Don't fight it. Just let go.” Bracing a hand against the headboard, he bent down and kissed the boy's sweet, gasping mouth. “Almost there.” He slammed in again, deeper, pulling a loud sob from Draco. Then again, the boy arching, his body held so tight, clenching so hard. Harry could feel Draco's slender cock swell in his hand, his ring of muscles flutter, clench after aching clench. “Yes. Come for me, Drake. Show me you're mine.”
Harry slammed a final time deep inside his young lover, swallowing the boy's screams when Draco's body jerked, the boy's seed spilling over his hand and splashing onto their stomachs. Grinding hard into his searing passage, Harry let Draco's muscles milk him to completion, his cum spurting into the blond's tight flesh in long, rocking streams.
They lay there for what felt like hours, Harry crushing Draco down, the boy moaning softly as he rested bonelessly into the mattress, still full of the man. Harry eventually found the strength to roll, pulling Draco's shaking body into his embrace, holding him tight and placing kisses wherever he could reach on the cooling, pale flesh.
“Love you so much, Drake. You alright?”
Draco nodded weakly, a crooked smile on his face as he snuggled deeper in the man's arms. “Kiss me,” he demanded softly. Harry happily obliged, pulling Draco up his body so he could press his lips to his. Draco leisurely tasted his mouth, his elegant hands exploring Harry's sweat-soaked chest.
“You were amazing, love. I think... I think you're about ready.” Harry pulled back to push Draco's hair from his face, his eyes slightly somber. “What do you think?”
“I think it only took you a week to turn me into a degenerate,” Draco teased, his spent body twitching with renewed interest at Harry's touch.
Harry nodded, a small smile on his lips. “That was what I was going for. Needed something to inspire you to seduce a poor little Gryffindor. You're as stubborn as I am. I needed a way to motivate you.”
Draco nodded, biting his lip as he again saw that flash of darkness growing in the man's eyes. “Is he truly dead?”
Blinking, Harry relaxed back against the bed, his fingers combing into Draco's hair. “I broke him. Having a time traveller kill him opens up the possibility of him being thrown out of time. The consequences would be devastating. I ensured that he will never regain his original strength from my blood. I made him mortal. He will be weak when my younger self faces him. Vulnerable and pathetic.”
Harry's eyes darkened, and Draco leaned forward, hovering over the man's face. “Tell me.”
“You don't want to know, Drake,” he whispered, his voice full of pain.
“I'm not afraid of you, Potter. I'm not ashamed of you. You told me I was with you every time, every death.” Draco gave him a stern look. “Well I wasn't there yesterday, so you're going to tell me.”
Eyes brimming with despair and love, Harry nodded slowly. He cupped Draco's cheek, brushing his thumb over the boy's lip. “I killed a man. I injured many, but I killed one. He recognized me for who I am, and I had to make sure he didn't tell.”
“Who?” Draco asked, keeping his eyes glued to Harry's.
“His name was Pettigrew. He was a traitor—” Anger suddenly flashed in Harry's eyes, his hand curling in a fist. “He's the reason my parents were murdered. He betrayed them, betrayed his only friends. And I wanted him to suffer. Every time.”
Draco waited, Harry's anger slowly draining, that empty darkness again replacing the heat in his eyes. “So you killed him. Were you hurt? Did you hurt someone else by accident?”
Blinking at him in confusion, Harry shook his head. “I... I lost it, Drake. He was nothing more than... than pieces by the time I was done. I let the magic fill my hands, and I... I...”
“You tore him apart,” Draco finished when Harry couldn't.
“Yes. With my hands.”
Lips pursed, Draco let himself relax against the man, the heat from Harry's body warming him completely. “That must have been intense.”
“Yes.” Harry let his fingers slip into Draco's hair again, holding the boy against his chest. “I almost didn't come back. I... I didn't want you to... to see me after that.”
Frowning, Draco nipped at Harry's flesh, the man gasping in surprise. “Idiot. You came back and gave me the most, hell, amazing experience. Don't you dare wish it away.”
Falling silent, Harry studied the top of the boy's head for long minutes. Draco eventually raised his head, seeking the man's eyes, wanting to prove that even now, he could meet his intense gaze. Eyes again full of fathomless emotion, Harry pulled the boy to him, kissing him slowly, deeply.
“I'm never letting you go, Drake. I just can't do it without you,” he said softly.
Grinning wickedly, Draco licked the tip of the man's nose. “Good. Because I'd be really fucking angry it you decided to ditch me after all this, Potter. I get hard just looking at your younger self now. You really don't want to piss me off.”
“Ah, that's where you're wrong,” Harry murmured, lapping his tongue out to taste Draco's lips. “Because you yelling about stupid shit makes me hard. I love pissing you off.”
Draco didn't know whether to glare or moan, the idea of Harry fighting with him because it got him hard too much to comprehend. “Should I be vicious with you?” Draco asked, pulling Harry's curls sharply. Harry's pupils dilated, the man breathing deeply.
“Don't scare him off... But yes, rough is definitely good.” He grabbed Draco's hand, gently unfolding his fingers from his hair. “Did you study up on the potion? The more you know, the less likely he'll bumble things up during partner work next week.”
“You are rather horrible at Potions.” Tilting his head, Draco smiled tauntingly. “If not for Granger, I'm pretty sure you would have flunked out by now.”
“Just hard to concentrate when you sit right in front of me,” Harry said with a shrug. “You’re bloody distracting while bent over a steaming cauldron, Drake. Puts naughty ideas in my head.”
Draco’s eyes widened and he swore softly. “Seriously, Harry, are you just saying that, or do you really think that when we’re in class?”
“I had a very active imagination back then, love. And you were my favorite thing to look at,” Harry answered with a small smile. “Still are, actually.”
Draco shook his head weakly, a frown tugging his lips down. “I’m not going to be able to look you in the eye without getting hard.”
“Trust me, that couldn’t hurt.” Harry slid his hands slowly down Draco’s form.
“Stop that.” Draco gasped at the sensation, and then wriggled comfortably back into Harry’s arms, his eyes downcast in thought.
He might just be feeling more than he had intended for the green-eyed powder keg. He might just be feeling a lot of everything recently, and most of it good.
It was difficult to comprehend, but all of yesterday Draco's heart had been tripping small jumps of exuberance as he began to slowly realize that Voldemort was really gone. Draco now had an actual future ahead of him. A future that went beyond war and death. The more Draco began to embrace this idea, the more he realized he would do anything to keep it from changing, even if it meant standing against his father and any ambitious madman hoping to fill the spot Voldemort had left empty.
“Oh hell.”
“What?” Harry peeked an eye open, Draco’s comforting weight slowly lulling him to sleep.
“I think... I think I may be turning into a reckless Gryffindor.” Draco admitted with a dejected groan. Huffing in amusement, Harry tackled the boy lightly with kisses before settling entwined together, soothing into a needed nap until noon.
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