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Crossing Lines ::Sequel to The Fine Line::	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from this fic.

Chapter List
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It was nearly a week later that Draco triumphantly held the messy, hastily written letter from Harry stating to be at his house at six o’clock the next evening. It was messy because Harry had been afraid if he didn’t write it quickly, he would chicken out before he even signed it.

Harry spent most of the next day shut up in his room trying to decide what to wear. Several times he contemplated just answering the door naked, considering he was going to end up that way anyway, but he didn’t think the neighbors would appreciate it as much as Draco. Most of the concealment charms had been lifted after the war and other spells put in their place so that the muggles wouldn’t be confused as to why there was suddenly a Number 12 there.

He finally settled on a pair of faded jeans with slight rips in the knees and a plain green t-shirt that Hermione always insisted brought out the color of his eyes. Not that he cared really.

By the time six o’clock finally rolled around, Harry was a nervous wreck. When he heard the doorbell, he almost ran to hide under his bed like a scared little kid. But he wasn’t a kid anymore. He was a man and he knew how to handle Draco. Although, he had a feeling that Draco would be the one handling him.

After an almost rude amount of time, Harry opened the door to see the blonde in a tight pair of muggle jeans and a shiny, blue button up shirt. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped opened as he took in the sight of an incredibly sexy Draco in muggle clothing.

Draco stepped into the house. “Don’t stare, Potter.” He said as he pushed the other’s mouth closed.

“Sorry.” Harry shut the door behind them. “Do you want anything, a drink maybe?” He asked, suddenly nervous.

The blonde man chuckled. “I’m fine, thank you.”

Harry anxiously played with his fingers. He didn’t really know what to do at this point. He’d never had sex and only barely kissed Charlie.

Decisions were made for him when Draco suddenly pushed Harry against the door and kissed him, hard. At the same time, a thigh made its way between his legs and pressed against his now growing erection.

Soon, Draco’s hand found Harry’s hips and he began grinding the other man against him. It didn’t take long for Harry to take up the motion and he soon found himself spilling his load in his pants.

“Better?” The blonde asked.

Harry looked up at him with hazy vision. “Yeah, actually.” He replied with a soft smile. “Let’s uh… go upstairs.”

“After you.”

Up in Harry’s room, the door intentionally left unlocked, the dark-haired young man sat nervously on the edge of his bed. “Well, this is it.” He gestured around the room. A bed, a dresser, a chair, a hamper, and not much else.

Draco, sensing Harry’s continued anxiety, knelt in front of the other man. He slid the round glasses off the other’s face before taking it in both hands. Their lips met in a tender kiss that lasted but a moment. “We don’t have to do this, you know?” He started. “We could just hang out.”

Harry felt some of his tension ease. Knowing he had a way out if he so chose made him feel more secure in his decision. “No, I want to. I just…” He trailed off and took a deep breath.

“I get it,” Draco said with a soft grin. “I had a first time, too.”

The slightly younger man chuckled. “It’s hard to imagine you being nervous,” he responded.

The pair fell into an amiable silence as they watched each other with Draco waiting for Harry to make the next move. And Harry, well he was trying to make that move.

Finally, green eyes shut and Harry brought their lips back together. First it was slow, but it quickly became heated as tongues clashed anew.

Suddenly Harry found himself on his back with the other man hovering above him. “Slide up,” he was directed. He did as told and before he knew it, Draco was lying on top of him, their tongues battling for dominance once again.

As they continued to make out, Harry could feel a hard cock against his hip. His mental interest rose, but, unfortunately, he had to wait for his body to catch back up. He wanted to feel that cock inside him and now that his nerves had worn off, he was getting impatient.

After an unknown amount of time, their lips finally parted and Draco began trailing kisses and nips down Harry’s throat. He pulled the other man’s shirt down to reveal a tan collarbone and decided to mark it, causing Harry to hum in pleasure.

“Off,” Draco demanded as he pulled at the green garment adorning his bed partner’s torso.

Harry sat up and helped remove his shirt. His hands then went to work undoing the buttons of Draco’s.

“Wait…” The brunette suddenly murmured, only two buttons in. He then grabbed the edges of Draco’s shirt and pulled, the remaining buttons flying off in random directions. He looked up at the panting blonde. “Was that okay?” He asked when he was met with silence.

Draco leaned forward and his lips met Harry’s ear. “That was hot.” He breathed before pulling the flesh into his mouth. The pair fell back against the bed again as the older of the two men continued his way down Harry’s body. When he reached the hem of faded jeans, he quickly divested the other of the rest of his clothing.

“You’re wearing too much,” Harry murmured as he pulled on Draco’s shirt. His cock was finally starting to show renewed interest as more of that pale body was revealed.

“I agree,” Draco stated, helping the other remove his clothing.

Both finally naked, Draco moved to Harry’s groin, his now hard cock standing tall against dark curls. The blonde immediately sucked the appendage into his mouth, eliciting a high pitched moan from the man beneath him.

Harry arched off the bed as an experienced mouth worked it expertly.

After only a few minutes of attention, Draco pulled off and trailed farther down. He tongued the freshly-bathed hole he was preparing to plunder.

“W-whoa… ngh… oook-ay.” Harry moaned at the unexpected anilingus.

A moment later, a spit-slickened finger slid into the tight ring of muscle guarding Harry’s entrance and said man tensed.

“Relax, Harry,” Draco soothed, leaving a few soft kisses on the brunette’s inner thigh.

The younger man took a deep, calming breath and did as instructed. On cue, the finger inside him slowly began to move in and out. Only a moment later, a second finger was added to the first and the pair repeated their previous actions.

“Almost done,” the blonde man whispered against Harry leg.

Before either of them knew it, three fingers were stretching Harry’s opening and the young man was fucking himself on them.

“Ready for more, baby?” Draco asked.

“Yes!” Harry groaned as the fingers were suddenly removed from him.

Draco slithered back up the lightly tanned body beneath him and resumed a playful dance with their tongues.

Finally, the older man took hold of the base of his hardened length and lined it up against Harry’s prepared, virgin pucker. He slowly pushed forward, stopping once or twice to allow the smaller body time to become accustom to the fullness.

When his balls were pressed firmly against Harry’s firm arse, he waited just a few seconds before gradually pulling back out. He slide back in and started slow, but firm pace.

Harry moaned against Draco’s neck as the paler body slid above his own. One of his hands gripped a tight bicep while the other moved to hold on to the other’s side.

“Draco!” Harry suddenly screamed when the hard cock inside him struck against that special spot. “R-right the-re.”

The blonde man moaned into Harry’s ear and lowered his body closer. His hips started picking up speed, nearly slamming against the other’s body.

One of Draco’s hands found its way around Harry’s dripping cock and began stroking it. And after only a few pulls, ropes of come sprayed out over his hand. The tight channel surrounding his manhood clenched impossibly tighter and Draco found himself spilling into the hot space.

Draco collapsed next to his bed partner, both breathing fast and hard.

“How was that?” the slightly older man asked.

Harry turned to look into the blue eyes of the other. “That was fantastic.” He panted. “I’m just a little disappointed my plan didn’t work.” A small pout formed on his lips and Draco couldn’t help but kiss it softly.

“We have time for more,” he breathed over Harry’s ear.

The pair laid together in an amiable silence for long enough that Harry nearly fell asleep. He was only pulled back to awareness when pale, nimble fingers found their way to his semi-soft cock. He looked down their bodies to see Draco was already standing at attention.

“Is there anything in particular you want to try?” Draco asked, almost lazily stroking Harry’s awakening flesh.

Harry’s face reddened. “Can… can I try sucking you off?” he asked nervously.

“Of course you can,” the other replied with a small chuckle. He laid back against the bed and presented himself for Harry.

“Not like that.” Harry stated, sitting up and sliding onto the floor.

Draco followed Harry’s intentions and sat at the edge of the bed, the latter kneeling between his legs.

Trepidatiously, the dark-haired man wrapped a hand around Draco’s throbbing length. He rubbed up and down a few times before giving the head a tender lick with his soft tongue.

Above him, Harry heard the blonde’s breath hitch slightly. As moved his lips down the hard cock, he could hear and feel Draco’s breathing quicken.

“That’s it, Harry,” he groaned and gripped the dark hair bobbing slowly at his waist, pushing ever so slightly.

Gaining confidence, Harry began speeding up and moving farther down. At this point, he realized he was enjoying himself immensely. He never thought he’d be able to elicit such noises from another person.

Suddenly, the hand on the back of his head pushed him all the way down the hard cock and, without warning, started coming. Draco moaned Harry’s name as the smaller man wrenched his head back.

Harry sputtered and coughed as he fell backwards, arms flailing, and knocked the lamp off his nightstand as he went. He sat there a moment, coughing. In the background, he could vaguely hear Draco apologizing.

Suddenly, the door flew open.

~!~

“Come on; just admit you had fun, Sev.” Sirius goaded as the pair of dark-haired men approached the door to number 12 Grimmauld Place.

“I hate that you insist on taking me on such muggle dates.” Severus replied.

“You won three out of four games!”

Severus smirked. It wasn’t the first time he’d played pool.

At the door, Sirius pinned the taller man against the wooden surface. They shared a deep kiss before making their way inside.

As they divested themselves of jacket and cloak, they heard a loud crash from above them.

Worried, the two men rushed up the stairs, following the sounds of coughing. They reached a door they recognized as Harry’s and flung it open.

Sirius saw red almost instantaneously.

Harry was on the floor, his face covered in spunk and surrounded by broken glass. Above him was another naked man.

Sirius tackled the unfamiliar person and yanked him away from his godson.

“…rius… …Siri… SIRIUS!”

The voices finally penetrated the oldest man in the room’s mind and he stopped pummeling the now unconscious young man. Sirius looked down and finally recognized the face of the youngest Malfoy.

“Sirius, what the hell did you do?!” Harry shrieked and knelt next to the unconscious Draco.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Harry. I just saw you on the floor like that and I assumed the worst.” The man rambled as he dealt with the fact he just seriously injured an innocent man.

Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can we just take him to the hospital and make sure he’s okay?”

“Yes, of course,” Severus replied quickly. “Siri,” he whispered, “let’s give him some privacy so he can get them dressed.”

“Right,” Sirius said awkwardly.

At St. Mungo’s, Harry and Sirius carried Draco through the floo into the welcome area, Severus following close behind.

“We have an unconscious person,” Harry told the lady behind the counter.

“Fourth floor, please,” she replied.

After a short elevator ride, the small group arrived at the fourth floor. Almost immediately, they were approached by a short woman with a floating stretcher.

“I’m Healer Mendes. What seems to be the problem today?” The woman asked as she magicked Draco onto the stretcher.

“Draco was sort of beat up… by accident,” Harry attempted to explain.

“By me,” Sirius added. “I misinterpreted a situation, thought he was hurting my god son, so I attacked him.”

“I see,” the healer said as she waved her wand over Draco. “Rennervate.”

Draco’s steely blue eyes fluttered open. “What happened?” He muttered as he brought a hand to his head. “Why does my head hurt so much?”

“Hey, Draco,” Harry started. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I just said my head hurts, Potter, geez.”

“Right, sorry. Anyway, Sirius sort of attacked you because he thought you were hurting me,” Harry explained apologetically.

Blue eyes met Sirius’ gray ones. “Thanks a lot, cousin. Where am I?”

“You’re at St. Mungo’s, young man,” Healer Mendes replied. “I’ve checked you over, and other than the headache you seem to be just fine. However, I’d like to keep you here just for a few hours to be sure. I’ll get you in a room.”

“Thanks.”

A little while later, Sirius and Severus had gone and it was just the two young men sitting together in the hospital room.

“You know, Harry, despite how today ended, I think I’d like to hang out again sometime. Maybe even go on a date?” The blonde man suggested.

Harry grinned happily. “I’d like that. I’d really like that.”
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Crossing Lines ::Sequel to The Fine Line::