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Endurance	By : WinterRaven Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29171 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four
- 25-Twenty-Five
- 26-Twenty-Six
- 27-Twenty-Seven
- 28-Twenty-Eight
- 29-Twenty-Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty-One
- 32-Thirty-Two
- 33-Thirty-Three
- 34-Thirty-Four
- 35-Thirty-Five
- 36-Thirty-Six
- 37-Thirty-Seven
- 38-Thirty-Eight
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Author’s Note: Thanks again to all the reviewers and readers! You guys really make me happy! I hope you all enjoy what’s coming up ;)

Twenty

The boys stared at each other.

Draco, who was certain Harry would bolt in the opposite direction at this news, was startled to find him standing in place. Harry looked at Draco, thunderstruck, his brain running a mile a minute. Harry didn’t know what made him do it—he couldn’t answer, couldn’t respond even though he was bursting to say so much—instead, he stepped forward, closing the space between the two boys. He took the role Draco had always occupied in his dreams. He placed his hands delicately on Draco’s shoulders, moving his fingers up, slowly, tenderly, to Draco’s jawbone.

Draco was trembling visibly now, shaking so hard he might as well have been freezing to death; Harry could feel his body quake beneath his touch; he saw the thin, ragged breaths escaping the blonde, the piercing look in his grey-blue eyes, the flushed cheeks. Without hesitation, Harry held Draco’s head in between his hands, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

They understood.

They both leaned in at the same time.

Their lips pressed together in unison. Their eyes closed together.

Harry felt Draco’s hands fumbling to reach into his hair, fingers trembling; a moan broke from Draco’s mouth, a soft guttural noise that caused Harry’s cock to twitch to life. The blonde was coming undone and Harry was the cause.

The kiss was slow at first, gentle, exploring. They pulled back quickly for fast breaths but then plunged back in, their bodies now touching, chest rubbing against chest, their mouths moving a little more aggressively. Harry’s heart was exploding in his body from the feel of Draco against him, the feel of his heart hammering against his, of the growing arousal in both their trousers. After months of longing, this was finally happening.

Harry was finally admitting he wanted Draco.

No more lying. No more pretending. No more hiding.

Draco parted his lips slightly and with a jolt, Harry felt the blonde’s desperate, warm, wet tongue begging for entrance into his mouth. Harry mimicked Draco and groaned loudly when he felt the wetness press against his own, when he felt Draco’s wildly hammering heart so close to his (they might as well have been one), the feel of sweat, the smell of the boy next to him, just as he imagined—musk mixed with sharp peppermint. Harry didn’t realize he had pushed Draco against a wall and was balancing against the boy with his hands pressed on either side of his head. He didn’t realize he was fulfilling Draco’s fantasizes as much as his own, that the tears that Draco held back before were spilling freely now, this time in happiness.

They did not break apart for some time—it felt like hours, days, years—so glorious and necessary. They kept linked together by their lips, by their shaking hands and fingers running delicately over each other’s bodies; Harry was careful with his touch, not pressing too hard against Draco’s still bruised and wounded body, but he didn’t want to be too rough anyway. He was in bliss, exploring Draco’s mouth, kissing someone like this, kissing Draco lovingly, slowly, savoring each time their mouths pressed together, indulging in Draco’s taste, Draco’s sounds, his whimpers, the way the blonde’s hands gripped his biceps with passionate desperation.

They finally released, Draco breathing as quickly as though he had run miles and miles. He and Harry were bright red in the face; even in the dark, their cheeks were burning. Draco’s eyes were glimmering. Harry’s hand was on Draco’s chest, right over his racing heart. Draco was gasping.

The blonde opened his mouth to say something but Harry quieted him; he held his head in his hands again, and kissed Draco slowly, never wanting to stop but they did, eventually.

“You’re amazing,” Harry whispered against Draco’s mouth. Draco’s hands were still gripping his shoulders, his fingers were clutching tight against Harry’s flesh, shaking.

“Is…is this really happening?” Draco responded; the two stared at each other in awe.

Harry nodded, smiling. He wasn’t sure where this sudden confidence came from but he decided to let it consume him, envelop him; it felt natural.

“I want to love you,” Harry said; he needed to confess, needed Draco to know. He was no longer afraid to say it. “I-I’ve been dreaming about you for weeks, months…”

“You have?” came Draco’s surprised response.

“Yes,” Harry said slowly, his eyes burning into Draco’s wide blue ones. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try…” Harry paused and the next words slipped from him, came out in a needy tone. His eyes were begging. “Will you let me love you? Will you let me learn?”

Harry kissed him again. Draco’s grip became so tight that Harry’s shoulders were becoming numb, but he didn’t care. He looked at the blonde imploringly. Draco nodded, unable to speak; he seemed shocked into silence.

“What happens now?” Draco whispered in awe.

“I think this is the part where we start dating,” Harry said, smiling.

Draco looked away.

“I really didn’t think this would happen,” he said softly. “I thought you’d run away from me, not speak to me again—”

“Couldn’t you tell that I liked you?” Harry asked.

Draco’s grip slackened on Harry’s shoulders. His hands slowly drifted back to his sides.

“I thought you might,” Draco admitted. “But I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Nor I with you, but I’m glad you told me this,” Harry said, his hands still cupping Draco’s face. “I want to be with you.”

Draco sighed into Harry’s touch, stepping forward; Harry held the blonde close. Draco put his head on Harry’s shoulder and they stood together. They fit so naturally, so easily, Harry was surprised they hadn’t declared their feelings for each other the first day they met.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, hugging Harry close to him. “Remember, in Madam Malkin’s, the robe shop? That’s where I first saw you.”

Harry nodded against Draco; the blonde sighed, his hot breath tickling Harry’s skin.

“I remember looking into your eyes and just getting…lost,” Draco continued; he sounded tired and a little sad. “I wish things could have been different.”

Harry pulled away from him and looked down into Draco’s face—Draco’s eyes were full of regret, unsaid apologies; they contained within them years and years of longing, of lost hope.

“Things are different now,” Harry reminded him. “We shouldn’t dwell in the past—”

“Maybe you don’t have to,” Draco whispered, “but I do. I always do. I hate myself for the way I treated you. I was so angry, so—”

But Harry planted another kiss on Draco’s shaking lips.; Draco looked on the verge of tears again.

“It’s okay,” Harry murmured against his mouth. “It’s okay.”

Draco gripped Harry closer to him, wrapping his arms tight to Harry’s body.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Draco asked softly.

“What about the Hospital Wing?”

“I’ll go back in the morning.”

Without hesitation, Harry agreed. In silence, he took Draco’s hand in his own, his fingers possessing the blonde’s and walked him to Snape’s quarters. They stepped in quietly but the halls were entirely silent and empty. Snape’s quarters were dark, unoccupied it seemed, until Harry and Draco went past Snape’s bedroom door—murmurs were coming through the wood, as if two people were talking in deep conversation.

Draco stared at the door for a moment.

“My father’s here,” he said blankly.

Harry’s eyebrows shot up.

“With Snape?”

“Of course,” Draco whispered.

Harry did not question him further; they moved past Snape’s bedroom door down to the end of the hall where Harry’s room was. Suddenly embarrassed at the messy state of things, Harry felt his cheeks redden a little. There were some clothes on the floor, a few school books scattered around, empty inkwells and feathers lying about on his dresser, Hedwig’s open, empty, uncleaned cage but Draco didn’t seem to care. As soon as Harry closed his bedroom door behind him, Draco’s lips were to his again.

Draco was more aggressive this time, cupping Harry’s face in his hands, and moaning with an unabated ferocity. Harry gasped against Draco’s body and before he realized what was happening, they were in his bed, rolling in the sheets, feeling each other, kissing each other wildly. Draco was groaning Harry’s name over and over, tugging at Harry’s shirt, trying to rip the buttons off. Harry threw his head back against the pillows and let Draco explore the exposed flesh of his neck, the blonde’s weight pressing beautifully against his own body. Harry was gripping Draco’s arms with all the strength he had; he was dizzy, overwhelmed, breathless. This was just like his dreams—so much better. Unlike the quiet blonde in his dreams, the real life Draco moaned and whispered into Harry’s ear, causing the raven-haired boy to whimper in pleasure, to feel blood rushing to his groin; Draco rubbed their erections together and both of them gasped into each other’s lips.

“Draco,” Harry moaned as the blonde thrusted their clothed hips together. Harry’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he growled, “Draco—”

Draco smothered Harry’s mouth with his own, running his tongue over Harry’s parted lips. Harry’s entire body was trembling with desire, lust, passion; he wanted to express everything he had pent up these past few weeks, he wanted to do this all night, all tomorrow and all week long but something stopped him—he knew now wasn’t the right time, that they would have endless moments together, that he wanted to savor each minute, make it last.

With delicacy, Harry slowly pushed Draco from him. The blonde stared down, his eyes on fire with need.

“Draco… shouldn’t we slow down a little?” Harry managed to gasp out; he tried very hard to ignore the hardness in his trousers.

The blonde had to blink himself back to reality before he could give a coherent answer.

“You’re right,” he whispered, looking stricken. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No, don’t apologize,” Harry said quietly, kissing Draco softly, tenderly again to calm them both. He felt Draco’s body relaxing above his. “Don’t ever apologize. That was incredible… I just… I want to take my time with you—”

It was Draco’s turn to kiss Harry; the feel of Draco’s lips soothed Harry to the core.

“I do too,” he agreed, his eyes flashing as he caught his breath.

The two boys stared at each other for a few minutes, drinking in each other’s prescene, ensuring what was happening was, in fact, real. Harry kissed Draco’s forehead as the blonde rolled off him, settling calmly at Harry’s right. Harry’s chest was rising and falling at a steady rate again; his heartrate had returned to normal. He felt Draco’s hand move over to his own, and hold it, tightly.

Harry turned to find Draco peering up at him. Even in the darkness of the night, Harry could make out Draco’s eyes clearly, glancing at him lovingly.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight,” Draco whispered.

“Me neither,” Harry murmured, smiling at Draco.

“Was that your…first time kissing a guy?” Draco asked.

Harry nodded.

“But it came to me so naturally,” Harry whispered, turning on his side to face Draco better. “That was really amazing.”

Draco snuggled closer to Harry. Harry could feel the blonde’s steady heart beat pressing against his body and he snaked his arm over to Draco, pulling the blonde so they were pressed entirely together. Harry marveled in how wonderful this felt—to be this close to another human being, to Draco—to be able to smell him, see every part of him, touch him, hear his soft, even breathing. Harry was amazed at how easy this was—how well they both fit together.

The two boys did not say anything for the rest of the night. They remained in the same position until Draco drifted off into slumber. Harry smiled as he felt Draco’s body relaxing as he went into sleep and he spent the rest of the night curled against his beautiful lover, sending soft kisses over his eyelids.

*

The next morning, Madame Promfrey stepped into the Hospital Wing to find Draco’s bed empty. Panicked, she summoned Snape and Lucius to her to try to find the boy.

Both men entered the Hospital Wing at the same time, walking side by side so their shoulders nearly touched. They both watched the mediwitch impassively as she spoke, Lucius looking as magestic and haughty as ever, Snape rather harried and exhausted.

But the two men were calm. They seemed to know, instinctively, where Draco was. After Snape calmed Promfrey, they left the wing together back into Snape’s quarters in silence.

It was Lucius who cracked Harry’s bedroom door open; Lucius who saw his son sleeping on Harry Potter’s slumbering chest. Snape stood some distance behind the tall, blonde man but was close enough so that he could hold Lucius’ forearm tightly; he worried Lucius would snap back to his usual, sneering self and storm into a rage. Snape watched in silence as Lucius examined whatever was in Harry’s room. The blonde man closed the door quietly and turned to face Snape, his expression unreadable.

“He’s in there?” Snape whispered, his black eyes glinting.

Lucius nodded.

“When did this happen?” the blonde man asked, sighing.

Snape stared at the closed door.

“Recently, I think,” Snape responded, with extra caution in his steely voice. “How are you taking it?”

Lucius scowled, dishelving his usually composed and refined features.

“Potter saved my son’s life.”

“So?” Snape said, holding on tighter to Lucius’ arm.

“If this is what Draco wants, I won’t stop him,” Lucius hissed but he rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Of course, my son falls for Harry fucking Potter.” There was a long pause where he looked imploringly into Snape’s onyx eyes, “No one can know about this. It would put Draco in too much danger.”

“I agree. For both their sakes.”

Lucius released himself from Snape’s grip and stormed off past his silent partner. Snape said nothing as the blonde man went. He heard his bedroom door slam in the distance and before he followed Lucius back into bed, he gave a heaving sigh, worried about what would happen to the two boys down the line.

But back in Harry’s room, the boys were sleeping peacefully. Harry had tried to keep awake that night but the combination of his comfortable bed and Draco’s warmth drove him into a deep slumber. They slept the morning away and when Harry finally forced his eyes to open, it was past noon. He kissed Draco’s forehead softly and heard the blonde stir.

Harry was about to shift his position when Draco leaned up and captured his lips with his own. Harry gasped into Draco’s mouth, surprised and suddenly wide awake—he felt his body responding immediately to Draco’s touch; the blonde’s hands were running up his clothed chest, fluttering over his neck, his pulse. Draco grinded his hips into Harry’s side and Harry felt his back arch instinctively. He pulled away from Draco’s mouth to stare at the blonde but Draco was climbing on top of him, straddling Harry’s quivering thighs.

Even having just woken up, with his blonde hair disheleved and messy, Harry thought Draco was the most stunning thing he had ever seen. Draco’s eyes were roaming Harry’s face; they were wide. His face was flushed as he leaned down to Harry’s ear.

“I want you,” Draco hissed, licking Harry’s lobe.

Harry moaned and involuntarily bucked his hips up, causing incredible friction between him and Draco.

“I dreamt about you last night,” Draco continued, breaking up the kisses on Harry’s neck with licks and slight sucks. “You know what we were doing?”

“N-no,” Harry gasped, trying to maintain focus.

“Kissing,” Draco moaned, “Just kissing—”

He swallowed Harry’s lips with his own as Harry’s hands went straight to the back of Draco’s head, holding him, balancing him. Their tongues met again, slid over each other in a heated dance. Draco rubbed their trousers together, their erections against each other.

"You're an incredible kisser," Draco moaned, "so needy, so erotic--"

Harry broke from Draco, his mind clouded over with lust.

“You know what I said last night,” he murmured, staring up at Draco’s needy form. “About taking it slow?”

The expression on Draco’s face suddenly fell and he looked worried but Harry leaned up quickly and kissed the blonde deeply.

“Let’s do that another time,” Harry whispered, smiling.

Draco gasped and pushed Harry down against the mattress again. His fingers were trembling as they unbuttoned Harry’s shirt, running his hands down Harry’s thin, but defined chest.

“All that Quidditch did you good,” Draco moaned.

Harry couldn’t help but give a soft laugh but his breath caught in his throat when Draco lowered his lips to Harry’s nipples, sucking and licking gently.

“Oh my God,” Harry groaned. “Oh my God—”

Harry was lost, entirely consumed in pleasure. He had never felt such sensations before in his life, had never wanted so badly to return them, to be connected with another person, to make love to them. He wanted Draco, needed him. Draco was kissing and sucking down Harry’s chest now and Harry was babbling incoherently, unaware of what he was saying. Draco’s hands were undoing Harry’s belt, his zipper, pulling down his underwear and pants.

Harry’s erection sprang into the cool air, thick, throbbing and dripping at the tip. He was so choked up he could barely breathe and all thoughts were dispelled from his mind when Draco lowered his lips onto Harry’s cock, suckling gently, lovingly.

Harry’s shaking hands were gripping Draco’s shoulders, his eyes shut hard. He felt Draco’s tongue slide on the underside of his erection, his mouth enveloping the engorged organ in tight, wet heat. Draco moved his head up and down slowly, enjoying Harry’s taste, his smell, the beauty of Harry’s body, his moans, his wild pleas for more.

One of Draco’s hands went to his own pants and he pumped his cock along with the rhythm of his sucking. Harry was moaning Draco’s name nonstop, murmuring his love and need and desire. Draco groaned around Harry’s cock and swallowed all the way to the hilt; Harry’s hips began thrusting up into Draco’s lips as the blonde took Harry deeper and deeper. Harry didn’t want this to stop, but he felt heat coiling in his lower belly, tingling rushing up his entire body.

“I-I—Draco—I—”

He wanted to warn the blonde, say something but he couldn’t manage a coherent sentence. Soon he was cumming, deep, hard, crying out Draco’s name as the blonde swallowed all of Harry’s juices, savoring the taste. Draco came moments after Harry, groaning against Harry’s spent erection, his own spurting his milky fluid all over his hand and the sheets.

Draco released from Harry and fell back onto the bed, gasping for air. Both boys lay spent for minutes.

“Draco,” Harry growled, forcing himself to move toward his blonde lover.

He was kissing Draco tenderly, holding the blonde’s face in his trembling hands, a striking constrast from their wild session moments before. He was trying to regain his breathing, his lung function, but his body did not want to calm down. Draco seemed to notice this and smiled against Harry’s mouth.

“Good morning,” Draco whispered, glancing up at Harry.

Harry gaped at him, stunned. He ran his fingers over Draco’s lips, marveling at the beauty before him.

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