Forbidden | By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Summary: The boys take advantage of being alone in the hospital wing together.
A/N: Yay! After a long break between updates, I’m back with chapter 21. Without further ado, I bring you the newest installment of Forbidden, where we catch up with Draco and Harry (now with Voldie-Vision™!).
Harry was awoken in the middle of the night by a set of soft lips nuzzling his stomach, slowly working their way down to press hot, wet kisses to each of his jutting hip bones. He looked down and saw Draco’s pale hair gleaming like spun gold in the dim glow of the Nightlight charm Madam Pomfrey had cast for them. Harry smiled, lifting his hands to run through the silky strands, and noticed that Draco was already fully undressed, and had pulled the curtains shut around them.
“I thought you were going to let me rest,” he said, huskily. “You said you could wait.”
Draco kissed his way back up Harry’s stomach and chest, unbuttoning the shirt of Harry’s pajamas as he went. “Turns out I couldn’t wait as long as I thought,” he said, lifting his head to grin at Harry wickedly.
He leaned into Harry for a kiss, but Harry quickly brought his hand up and slid it between their mouths.
“Mmmm...my breath is horrible after taking those potions. It tastes like I’ve been licking a herd of Dorits,” Harry complained. “Let me go brush.”
“Hang on,” Draco said, laughing. “I can fix that.” He reached for his wand on the bedside table, and used it to perform a general Hygiene spell on both of them. “There. Happy now?”
“Well, aren’t you clever,” Harry said, smiling sleepily, pulling Draco towards him.
“My wit is only surpassed by my looks and charm,” Draco said, nodding in agreement before planting a soft kiss against Harry’s lips.
“Cocky bastard,” Harry said, chuckling against Draco’s skin.
“That’s why you love me,” Draco purred, and he kissed Harry deeply, relishing the hungry moan that rumbled in the other boy’s throat. He kissed his way over Harry’s jaw and down his neck, putting every ounce of longing he’d been feeling into each searing moment of contact between his lips and Harry’s skin.
“Merlin, I’ve missed you so much!” Draco whispered, sucking gently at the hollow of his throat.
“I’ve missed you too,” Harry breathed, gasping as Draco licked and bit at his nipples, raising them into hard pebbles. “It was torture, seeing you every day and wanting you so much.” He raised his hips to help Draco pull off his pajama pants and shrugged out of his shirt.
“I know,” Draco groaned, licking at Harry’s belly button. “It was just as hard for me, believe me. The other night, in detention...oh, Harry, I would have given anything to touch you!”
Harry gasped harshly when Draco’s breath ghosted over the head of his leaking cock. “Draco, please...”
Draco licked a thick, wet trail up the underside of Harry’s cock, making the dark haired boy shudder and grip Draco’s head tightly. He continued licking and mouthing teasingly at the throbbing shaft, listening to the arousing sounds of Harry’s moans for a few moments before suddenly swallowing the thick length down his throat.
Harry cried out in surprise, arching into Draco’s mouth as the blond began sucking strongly, working up and down with his lips, tongue and hands until Harry was shaking with the intense pleasure coursing through him.
“Draco!” Harry gasped, almost incoherent. “Oh, Merlin, that feels so good.”
Draco lifted his eyes to look at Harry. The Gryffindor had his head thrown back, his back arching off the bed as a flush spread over his chest and face. Draco kept his pace steady, but sucked harder, and watched eagerly as Harry writhed and bucked, shouting as he exploded into Draco’s throat.
Harry pulled Draco up to lie on his heaving chest, and kissed him hungrily, still twitching from the aftershocks pulsing through him. “I love you,” he whispered, sucking on Draco’s lower lip gently.
“I love you, too,” Draco said, rubbing his needy erection against Harry’s hip.
“Please...I want you inside me.” Harry mumbled into Draco’s neck, slipping his hand between them to pump Draco’s cock in his fist.
Draco groaned with lust, sucking on Harry’s neck. He reached for his wand, using it to lubricate Harry’s entrance, then gently slid two fingers past the tight ring of muscle.
Harry spread his legs wide, pushing forward onto Draco’s fingers as the blond slid them in and out. Draco watched Harry’s face as he crooked his fingers, letting them slide over the spot that he knew could make Harry scream, and Harry’s eyes shot wide open as a shock of pleasure sliced through him. He ground himself onto Draco’s fingers, tightening his arms around Draco’s neck as he kissed him roughly. “More, Draco,” he begged, as he began to harden again.
Draco slipped in a third finger, making Harry whimper and arch into him, and the blond groaned with need. He withdrew his fingers gently, replacing them with his leaking cock, and slid slowly inside as he pushed Harry’s knees up against his chest.
“I’ll never get tired of this, do you know that?” Draco gasped, overwhelmed by the tight heat that was pulsing around his cock. He kissed Harry deeply, and began moving against him slowly, swallowing the tiny whimpers and moans that left Harry’s mouth.
Harry gasped when Draco changed his angle to thrust against his prostate, and he cried out in earnest when Draco clamped his mouth against the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck, sucking at it hard. Draco increased his pace, pounding into Harry as the dark haired boy urged him deeper and faster in ragged, breathless sobs. In a few more frenzied thrusts, they were both shouting into each others mouths, delirious with the pleasure that exploded through them.
A light sheen of sweat glistened on Draco’s skin as he shifted to lie beside Harry, and he pulled the covers over them, curling into Harry’s arms for one more kiss before they fell asleep, wrapped in each other. This was heaven.
“Well, isn’t this cozy,” a snide voice floated through Draco’s sleep-fogged mind. He snuggled deeper into Harry’s side, his arms and legs wrapped tightly around the gently snoring boy.
“Draco!”
Draco cracked one eye open, groaning when he saw his godfather glowering at him in displeasure. “Go away,” he said, yawning.
“If you don’t mind, I’ve just eaten breakfast,” Snape said, tightly. “I suggest you pry yourself from Potter and get back in your own bed, as I have no intention of being revisited by my kippers and toast.”
Draco stubbornly clutched Harry closer. “You’ll survive,” he mumbled, burying his nose in Harry’s hair. He heard footsteps and familiar voices from the entrance to the infirmary, and suddenly felt much more alert. He turned to Snape and frowned angrily. “You could have told me they were coming,” he snapped.
Snape shrugged, and stepped aside to make room beside the bed for Dumbledore, Lucius and Narcissa. Draco looked sheepishly at his parents, who appeared torn between shock and embarrassment. Dumbledore, as usual, looked completely unsurprised.
“Hello Mother, Father,” Draco said, blushing as he attempted to sit up in the bed without exposing himself or Harry. He adjusted the covers around them, marveling at the fact that Harry was still asleep. “Erm...when did you get here, Mum?”
Narcissa looked curiously at the sleeping boy lying next to her son. Lucius had told her everything he knew about Draco’s relationship with Harry Potter when he’d returned to the Manor to pick her up, but nothing he’d said could have prepared her for such obvious proof of their involvement. Her eyebrows flew up at the sight of a livid bruise on the side of Harry’s neck.
“Mum?” Draco repeated, looking uncomfortable. Narcissa saw the worried, expectant look on Draco’s face, and chided herself for letting him think she would react badly. She smiled at him, clearing her throat. “We arrived late last night, darling. I would have come to see you immediately, but I wanted to let you sleep,” she said, reaching to smooth his hair fondly.
Draco smiled, relieved that she wasn’t upset at seeing him in Harry’s bed. “Thanks Mum.”
“Your father told me what you did for Harry. He said you’d recovered fully, but you know me, I had to come see for myself that you were all right.” Narcissa bent to kiss Draco’s forehead. “I’m glad to see you’re awake and looking healthy, sweetheart. And how is Harry?” she asked, peering at the other boy again, who was still snoring blissfully. “No problems after that horrid curse, I hope?”
“Perhaps we should wake him and ask,” Snape said, gravely, trying to keep a straight face as he gleefully pictured Harry’s embarrassment at finding himself awoken in their midst, covered in no more than a thin quilt.
“Yes, that might be a good idea,” Dumbledore said. “We have much to discuss with both Harry and Draco. Let’s step outside for a moment while they get ready. There’s a new portrait in the corridor that I haven’t introduced myself to as yet.” He led the other three out, hiding a smile at Snape’s obvious disappointment.
Draco snuggled back into the bed, pressing his lips to Harry’s neck as he let his hands wander lightly over the sleeping boy’s chest and stomach. “Harry?” Draco whispered, tracing circles around his belly button. “Wake up, we have to get dressed.”
Harry stretched slightly, but didn’t wake. “You could sleep through a bloody stampede,” Draco murmured, smiling into Harry’s skin. “Wake up, you lazy git.” Harry frowned, his face scrunching as he let out a sharp cry of pain.
“Harry,” Draco said, all playfulness lost as he shook him slightly, “is everything all right? Wake up!” He flinched when Harry cried out again.
Draco felt a wave of alarm wash over him, and he hurriedly got out of bed and pulled his pajama bottoms on. He managed to get Harry’s on him as well, using a Levitation charm to help things along, then ran for the door in a panic.
Harry stood in a dark, sparsely furnished room, the flicker of a few candles playing upon the stone walls. A man stood before him, his head bowed.
“Are you certain?” Harry asked, his voice cold and angry.
“Yes, my Lord,” the man replied. “My son witnessed it. His owl arrived only minutes ago.”
“No wonder the traitor hasn’t responded to my summons,” Harry hissed, fury coursing through his veins. “Take Crabbe, Goyle, and Macnair, bring him to me. Go now.”
“Yes, my Lord.” The man Disapparated with a crack.
Harry seethed, pacing over the threadbare carpet. Lucius Malfoy had betrayed him. He would pay with his life. But first, Malfoy would watch his wife and pretty son screaming in agony and begging for death themselves. He pictured the tearing of soft, tender flesh, blood running in thick rivulets down the curves of milky skin. Breathless sobs wrenched from beseeching lips as they were reduced to quivering masses of flayed carrion at his feet.
He thought briefly of the Midsummer Ball the previous year, when he’d let his Death Eaters have Malfoy’s wife as a punishment for failing to carry out an order Lucius was given. She had been brutally taken by fourteen of his men while Malfoy was made to watch. She had stopped screaming after the eighth. He wondered how long it would take to break her young, supple son.
Harry let out a thin peal of cruel laughter. The savagely pleasurable images of his planned revenge filled his head, one after the other, then everything went black as a blinding pain sliced through his skull.
Harry awoke, screaming and clutching his scar, his eyes streaming tears as excruciating pain tore through his head. Strong waves of nausea clenched his gut, and he had broken into a cold sweat.
“Harry,” Draco’s panicked voice cut through the pain. “Harry, what’s wrong? Are you all right?”
Harry felt pain fade a little as Draco’s hands stroked his shoulders. He kept his eyes shut tightly, whimpering and shuddering as the gruesome images from his vision assaulted him again.
“Sit up and take this potion, Harry, it will help,” he heard Dumbledore say.
Harry struggled to open his eyes, and sat up with difficulty, leaning heavily against Draco, who looked pale and terrified. Madam Pomfrey stepped forward silently and spooned a thick potion into his mouth, which he swallowed obediently. She gave Dumbledore a reproachful look before reluctantly leaving her patient in his hands.
Harry felt the potion clearing his mind of the last vaporous shreds of horror left behind by the vision. The pain in his scar faded to a mere twinge, and the nausea disappeared. He turned to Dumbledore and Snape, noticing with a start that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were peering at him worriedly over the Headmaster’s shoulder. “He knows,” Harry said, thickly. “He knows the Malfoys are on our side and he’s sending people to find them right now.”
“We thought he would,” Dumbledore nodded, and Draco’s parents exchanged worried glances.
Harry pulled Draco close to him and buried his face in the blond’s shoulder, fear gripping him painfully, followed by a fierce protectiveness. He would keep Draco safe. Nobody would touch him as long as Harry still breathed.
A/N:
Sorry for taking so long to update...a whole lot of crap has been dumped on me lately and I have been rather distracted. Anyway, I am back now. I should mention though, that I did leave a smutlet-chip cookie at my update LJ (user ID: callmeminks) before Thanksgiving, just because I felt bad for leaving everyone hanging, waiting desperately for the slashiness. =o)
To Willow Ann: Sorry for taking so long, sweetie. My Thanksgiving was...hectic, how was yours?
To Kai: I added you to my AIM buddy list...my SN is callmeminks. Thanks for the hot fudge brownie sundaes, you have no idea how much I need them right now! I’m glad you like the story so far. =o)
To Krystle: I did see GoF...loved it, especially the humor. I think I’ve fallen in love with Fred Weasley. I am probably going to see it again this weekend. ::mimes “Would you like to go to the ball with me” and dies::
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