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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39164 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Harry opened his eyes to find Draco staring at him at close range.
The blond grinned. “Did you know you whimper in your sleep? Only once in a while. It’s kind of cute, actually.” He said in amusement.
Harry groaned. “No, I didn’t know, and now I can’t even sleep around you.” He said, covering his face with an arm.
Draco snorted. “Why not? I’m hardly about to tell anyone that Harry Potter makes adorable noises in his sleep. Who would believe me?!” He asked.
Harry shrugged. “’Mione probably would. And Ron probably never noticed, but that’s because when I’m in the Dorms I have a lot of nightmares. He usually wakes up to those.” He looked at Draco. “I’ve never had one in bed with you, though.”
Draco smiled and traced Harry’s lips with one finger. “Good. I’m glad I can keep the bad dreams at bay.” He said softly, then leaned in and kissed Harry. “We should get up. It’s breakfast time.”
Harry sighed and rolled out of bed, landing on his feet. “Fine. Let’s get out there, then.”
Draco smiled and slid out of bed, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist as he pressed against his back. “So, when are we telling Dumbledore’s Order about me?” He asked as Harry opened the drawers he had claimed for his clothes.
“When we have to. There’s a meeting coming up, but you won’t be going to that one.” Harry answered.
Draco frowned. “Why not?” He asked.
Harry pulled on the pajama bottoms and looked over his shoulder at Draco. “Because I say so. I’m not quite ready to share you yet.” He added at Draco’s irritated look.
Draco raised a brow. “Really, Harry? ‘Because I say so?’” He drawled. “That’s not a reason.”
Harry grinned. “Maybe not, but ‘I’m not quite ready to share you yet’ is. And it’s the truth, besides. I’ll tell them when I have to, don’t worry. I’m just waiting until there’s a good reason to let them know about you.” He said, watching Draco as the blond walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a pewter-colored robe. He smirked when Draco pulled it on, wearing nothing below it. “That’s a daring choice of outfit.”
“It’s not, really. Most wizards go bare under their robes. If I’m not going anywhere, there’s no reason to wear more than just a robe.” Draco said with a shrug.
Harry eyed him approvingly. “Mm, easy access. I like it.” He purred.
Draco flushed. “I’m not wearing this to give you easy access to my body.” He said indignantly.
Harry felt a strange niggling in the back of his mind. It was almost like an internal tickle. He blinked, then decided not to worry about it. Whatever it was, he’d find out if and when it happened again. It was probably nothing important, anyway. “Maybe not, but I still like it.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Shall we go eat?”
Harry grinned. “Lead the way.”
*****
“Harry!”
Harry ignored the blond, who was currently taking a bath while Harry read from his charms text.
“Harry, I need you to wash my back!” At those words, the internal tickle started up again, and Harry cocked his head.
“Why can’t you do it yourself?” He asked, wondering what the tickle meant.
“I can’t reach!” Draco called, sounding petulant, and the tickle turned into an itch.
An itch Harry couldn’t scratch, as it was internal.
He walked through the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe to the bathroom. “You aren’t even trying.” He said in amusement.
Draco turned and smiled at him. “Why should I, when you do it so much better? Please?” He blinked his eyes at Harry hopefully.
Harry chuckled and walked over, stripping his clothes off. “So, if you can’t reach, show me.” He challenged.
Draco sighed and grabbed the sponge, running it over his own back, managing to reach just fine.
Harry snorted as he slid into the water. “Liar.” He said, tapping Draco on the tip of his nose.
Draco wrinkled his nose in response. “Okay, so I just want you to wash my back, I don’t need it.” He amended.
“Mm.” Harry grabbed the sponge. “And why do you want it?” He asked.
“Because it’s uncomfortable reaching behind myself.” Draco said, and that tickle was back again.
Harry froze as he realized what it must be: Draco was lying to him, and he could suddenly feel each and every lie.
The spell was settling further.
Harry ran the sponge over Draco’s back in a daze. ‘Oh, hell, what am I going to do?’ He thought. ‘If he finds out that the spell has settled further, he’ll know I’m starting to fall for him! And then, he’ll get angry with me!’ He bit his lip. ‘I’ll just keep this to myself.’ He decided.
“Mm, yes.” Draco moaned, arching into the touch.
“You know, you make the same noises in bed. It’s kind of turning me on.” Harry said in amusement laced with desire.
Draco chuckled. “So fuck me.” He shot back, turning around and leaning against the side of the tub.
“What, right here?” Harry asked.
Draco smirked. “Right here, right now. Scared?” He challenged.
Harry shook his head and stepped forward, grabbing Draco’s hips and guiding the blond’s legs around his waist. He reached under the blond and checked to make sure he was still pliant from last time. He was.
Harry pressed him against the edge of the tub and slid in.
Draco hissed in a breath and arched back, his face scrunching up in pain.
Harry stopped. “Oh, God, I’m hurting you! I’m sorry, Draco!”
Draco shook his head. “It’s fine!” He said tightly, and that maddening tickle started up again. “Just… Hold still for a second.” He continued.
Harry held completely still while Draco took a few deep breaths, relaxing by degrees.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s fine, it was only a little tight, and apparently water is not a good substitute for lube. Kiss me and make it better?” Draco asked, batting his eyelashes.
The look was so comical, Harry had to laugh. He leaned in and kissed the blond, the motion making him slide in a bit further.
Draco’s legs tightened, pulling him in more, and the blond moaned into his mouth.
Harry pulled back a bit, then slid in further than he had thus far, and Draco’s head fell back as a loud moan filled the bathroom. “Like that?” He asked, moving slowly so as not to cause him undue pain again.
Draco nodded, licking his lips. “Yes, I like it! Keep moving!”
Harry watched the pale column in front of his face as he fucked Draco slowly, loud moans spilling from the blond’s lips with every inward thrust. Harry leaned forward and carefully set his teeth into that neck, biting just hard enough to sting, but not enough to cause damage.
Draco cursed, clamping down on Harry’s cock as his eyes opened and his head fell forward, as much as it could with Harry’s head in the way.
Harry chuckled, releasing the mouthful of flesh and licking a stripe up Draco’s neck to soothe any pain away. “Okay?” He asked softly.
Draco hummed in assent and wrapped his arms tightly around Harry’s neck. “Faster?” He asked.
Harry sped up, watching Draco as he lost himself to the feel of Harry filling him, arms and legs wrapped trustingly around the brunet, keeping him close.
Draco arched his back and opened his eyes to look at Harry. “Touch me, please, Master!” He begged.
Harry moved one hand, using his body weight to pin Draco to the side of the tub as he wrapped a hand around Draco’s cock. He let his head fall forward onto Draco’s neck as he panted. He licked the skin in front of his mouth and Draco keened. “Please, let me come! I need to come, Master!”
Harry raised his head to look at Draco’s face. “Come for me, Draco.” He said through his panting.
Draco came, screaming his release.
The undulations of his passage spurred Harry on and with two more thrusts, he was coming as well, gripping Draco’s hips tightly. “Fuck.” He panted. “Do you have any idea how hot you are when you come?”
Draco nodded. “I may have watched myself masturbate in the mirror a time or two.”
That itch was back. Harry snickered, assuming that meant it was more of a frequent occurrence than he’d admitted to. “Narcissist.” He teased.
Draco’s brow arched. “If I am, it’s only because I do look good. You can’t deny that.” He said lightly, unwrapping his body from around Harry. “We should really get out now. We’re going to get all wrinkly.”
Harry snorted and climbed out, then helped Draco out, as his legs were rather rubbery. “Hey, Draco?”
“Hm?” Draco asked, grabbing a towel and bending over to dry his hair.
“Would you ever be willing to top me?” Harry asked, having thought about it a lot over the past two weeks. He’d decided he wanted to know what it felt like, and who better to show him than someone who wouldn’t tell and couldn’t later betray him, even in anger?
Draco straightened. “No. I’m pretty sure the spell won’t let me, anyway. But no, I do not want to top. That’s the master’s place.”
Harry sighed when the spell didn’t alert him to a lie. So Draco really believed that.
“Well, if I’m the Master, and I want you to, I’m pretty sure the spell would be okay with it.” Harry pressed.
“Don’t, Harry, please. I don’t want to, and I wouldn’t feel right doing it. Please drop it.” Draco said firmly.
Harry sighed, letting the issue go. He knew he’d continue to think about it, though. And maybe, when they were comfortable enough with each other, Draco would be willing to give Harry what he wanted.
After all, Harry was quickly becoming spoiled sexually and he was sure no one but Draco would do.
*****
“The Dark Lord has moved into Malfoy Manor.”
Several curses were let out around the table at Snape’s announcement.
“How are we supposed to get to him now?” Remus asked. “Everyone knows the Malfoy’s wards are some of the strongest there are!”
“We’ll have to lure him out when we’re ready.” Arthur suggested.
Harry snorted. “I’m ready now.” He said.
Molly looked over at him. “Don’t be silly, Dear, of course you’re not. You’re not even out of school yet.”
Harry shrugged. “I’m pretty sure my finishing school isn’t going to have any bearing on whether or not I can cast the killing curse properly. I hate him quite a bit by now. I’m sure I could do it.” He said.
“You’re probably right, Harry, but I think you need to be sure. We have someone here that would be able to teach you.” Remus said, looking over at Snape. “If he’d be willing.”
Snape sneered. “Potter doesn’t react well to my teaching style on the best of days. I highly doubt I am the best one to teach him, much as he needs to learn.”
Dumbledore nodded. “I agree with Remus. Severus, if you could teach Harry to properly cast the killing curse for us, I would be very grateful.” He said calmly.
Snape looked over at Harry. “Goody.” He drawled, sounding very displeased. “It seems we must once again meet for remedial Potions lessons, Potter. At least this time you may be up to the task set before us. We’ll find out soon enough.” He said.
Harry nodded. “Thank you, Sir. I know you don’t like it anymore than I do, but I need to be able to kill him. No one else can.” He said shortly.
Snape looked surprised, but nodded. “For once you are right.”
Bill looked at Dumbledore from across the table. “You know, I could probably come up with a way to dismantle the wards, but it would take time, and we’d need someone with insider knowledge about what kind of wards we’ll be dealing with.”
Harry sat back, smiling. “And if we happened to find a person like that?” He asked.
Bill frowned at him. “Well, if we found someone that knew what kind of wards are in use at the Manor, I could use my curse-breaking background to come up with a plan of attack. All wards have weak spots, you just have to know what you’re dealing with before you know how to find the weak spot. Most of the spells I use for curse-breaking have to do with breaking wards that have been set up around things. The pyramids, for example. I did a lot of work with old wards there. Probably older than the ones around the Manor. I’d need a team of people to help, but if we could get information on the wards there, it’s doable.”
Harry smiled widely. “Alright, just leave that in my hands. I’m sure I can come up with something.”
Moody snorted. “Boy, wards around houses are a closely-held secret. Only the Head of the family and their Heir know what kind of wards are in use around a family home. Unless you can get Lucius to warm up to you and think of you as a replacement for his son, there’s no way you’re getting him to tell you what kind of wards are around Malfoy Manor.” He said.
“I don’t expect I can do that, no, but I have my ways of getting the information we’ll need. Just wait and see.” Harry said smugly.
Dumbledore looked over at Remus. “Remus, how are the werewolves responding? Have they decided who they’re going to ally with yet?”
Remus smiled. “They said they’re willing to send an ambassador to the next meeting with their demands in return for their assistance. They’re reasonable. They want to be allowed to hold jobs, buy homes, and adopt children. That’s all. If we can assure them that we’ll work on changing those laws, they’ll help us.”
Hermione perked up. “I’m already planning on working at the Ministry in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, for my work with house-elf rights. I could focus on Werewolves instead, until those awful laws are changed.” She offered. “Would that be enough to bring them over?”
Remus shook his head. “No, it would need to be faster than that. We’d need to have someone that already works there.”
“Oh.” Hermione deflated.
“I’ll try to talk to them about you. It may be enough to gain their interest, at the very least.” Remus said.
Harry listened with half an ear, eyeing Snape who was looking at him with an assessing gaze. Harry smiled at the man and raised an eyebrow.
Snape narrowed his eyes and looked away.
‘Oh, yes.’ Harry thought in satisfaction. ‘It’s definitely time to bring Draco to a meeting.’
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