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Harriett Black	By : CaMe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Harriett Black

Author: Teh Caness & Mechan

Warnings: slash, plotlessness, fluff, sap, angst, drama, romance, humor

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Notes: Blame Mechan for the french toast >>;; Blame both of us for the exessive drama ^^;;

Disclaimer:Sorry, J.K. You've just been Punk'd
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Harry's eyes opened to blinding sunlight, he didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but it didn't feel like it was enough. Yawning, he cringed as he felt something crusty flake off his stomach, all the memories of his past dealings with Draco flooding to the forefront of his mind. Groaning he looked over the edge of the bed at the blonde boy who was still out cold.

Draco fluttered his lazy lashes as he awoke and realised he was on the floor? He felt eyes on him and risked a glance at the bed, and found his mystery man with the raven black hair and clear blue eyes looking back. "Well hullo there, gorgeous," he slurred muzzily, rubbing at his bleary eyes, muscles creaking.

Harry smiled and muttered a greeting to the other boy as he scratched the back of his neck. "Um...do you think I could maybe shower?" he asked, feeling rather sheepish.

A smirk found Draco's lips warmly. "Do you want company?" he asked in sultry tones.

Harry thought about that for a minute and shrugged
"Sure, why not?" He slid off the bed and stretched his arms over his head and let out a satisfied groan.

Draco sighed and sat up, rubbing his temples. "That's it? 'Why not?' No, 'Last night was magickal, Draco.' 'You're wonderful, Draco.' 'You're sexy, Draco.' Nothing??" Upon seeing the boy's incredulous reaction he laughed at himself. "I�m not a morning person," Draco lied easily before dragging himself off the floor to lead his lover to his private bath. "Mind telling me your name, mystery man?" Draco looked expectantly into the boy's countenance.

Harry's breath hitched at the boy's question. Blinking a few times he smiled and whispered in Draco's ear, "Harold." and then grinned goofily at the blonde boy.

Draco laughed. "Well, Harold may you inform me of why you're at my house pretending to be Harriett Black?" Draco narrowed his eyes. "Are you even a Black?" He stepped under the hot spray that a house elf had prepared a few moments before.

Harry bit his lip and looked the other boy in the eyes. "I came here for you..." Harry lied, stepping into the shower and gently kissing Draco. "I was told that I had to find you..."

Draco was still skeptical, but he let it pass for the moment. He tended to be a bit easier on gorgeous young men who had their tongues down his throat. He moaned and pulled Harold closer. "We..have... got to," Draco gasped. "Get you a cooler name."

Harry smiled through the kiss, his hands trailing along Draco�s sides. "And what would you suggest?"

"Hmm..." draco trailed off in mock thought. Then he pulled away from the kiss and nipped a bit at the juncture between Harold's neck and shoulder, and then bit, hard. "MINE," he growled.

Harry gasped and sputtered "D-Draco...that...hurts," He moved his head so he could look at the boy who had attached himself to his neck with a pained look, hoping that Draco might look up and let him go.

"Tell me why you're here, mon beau," Draco ordered. He began nipping from the bite down to Harold's hips hungrily.

"I told you already" Harry said, gasping slightly as draco's lips brushed against his right nipple

"Oh, wrong answer." He picked a sensitive spot on his right side and bit again.

Harry jumped and made a small squeaking noise. "But I did tell you..."

Draco snapped to his full height and pinned him tithe shower wall. his eyes gleamed with potential evil as he dug his nails into the other boy's wrists. 'Tell me the truth before I have to take...extreme measures." Draco grinned and kissed him square on the mouth.

Harry blinked and returned the kiss, trying to ignore the pain in his wrists. "I came to find you..."

"Who are you?" Draco cocked his head innocently and grinded his hips with Harold's, practically sneering. "Who sent you, mon petit?"

Harry shook his head and grinned "I'm Harold, duh. I told you that, or were you too sleepy to listen?" he asked, tilting his head back as he said it, the contact of their hips causing his train of thought to waver.

"Who. Sent. You," he glared murderously into the other boy's eyes, punctuating his words with rhythmic grinding.

Harry continued to shake his head, but his breath quickened with each grind.

Draco pulled away and flung himself to the opposite wall of the shower. he turned his back to Harold, grabbed some shampoo, and began to moodily wash his hair.

Harry�s eyes widened at the boy's loss of conviction and smiled smugly while the boy's back was turned. Harry moved forward a step and a half, moving Draco's hands from his hair and substituting them with his own, massaging the boys scalp until his beautiful blonde hair was covered in lather.

Draco tried to stop thinking and just relaxed into the other boy's hands that were currently reducing him to mush. He spun around and returned the favor, washing the beautiful, long, raven locks.

"You will tell me...in time," Draco stated definitely. "I suppose you'll be expecting a bit of information from me as well?" Draco sighed and once Harold's hair was squeaky clean, he began invading his mouth all over again.

Harry was surprised by how easily Draco gave up, this was definitely not like him. But the feeling of Draco's tongue against his, his wet body touching his, it sent shivers down his spine and erased all thoughts of what he was supposed to be doing, and left only what he wanted.
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"Okay, Harold, we have to re-make you up as Harriett for my mother..." Draco went off to hunt down Harold's bags. When he returned Harold had put on some stylish muggle clothing. Draco looked horrified. "What are you wearing?"

Harry looked down at the jeans and t-shirt he'd chosen. The jeans weren't ripped or wrinkled, and the shirt wasn't offensive or filled with holes. In his mind he didn't know what was wrong with it. But this was Draco, so he assumed he could find something wrong with anything.

"Those are.." Draco jeered. 'Muggle clothes!"

"Oh...whoops?" Harry asked, blinking and blushing

"No matter..just wear long robes," he handed Harold a rather beautiful velvet number from his bag. "I�ll help you with your make up.."

"Okay..." harry said, putting the robes on and moving to sit in a chair. "But, how do you know how to do makeup?"

Draco chuckled "Even I don't have flawless good looks," draco paused. "My mother taught me a while ago." He pulled out a make up kit marked "Harriett Black" and began working his magic until there was no doubt in anyone's mind that this was, indeed, a girl. Then he tied up his man's gorgeous locks in a slack black satin ribbon, much how his father wore it. "want some nail varnish?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

Harry was shocked by Draco�s skill with makeup brushes and nodded as draco offered to nail polish "That'd be lovely" he said, trying to make his voice like a girls.

"Your voice was magicked when you came, did it wear off?" Draco inquired, idly painting Harold's nails.

Harry smirked "I wore the voice out last night...But I can't charm it back."

"Hmm...I'm no good in charms, maybe if I call in a house elf? Nah... we'll just fudge it, I suppose." He took Harold's hand delicately and led him down the long spiral staircase to the foyer, where he mother was awaiting them looking as elegant as ever..

"Ah good morning, Draco, Harriett." she turned to their guest. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, very well, thank you" Harry said, a gracious smile spreading across his face

Narcissa's face gave way to a forced sneer, a Malfoy trademark, and led the two down a long hallway into the dining hall.

Harry followed, stealing a glance at Draco to see if he'd been convincing enough

Draco winked and gave him an approving nod, making sure they got seated across from each other. "So, mother how was the party the other night?"

"It was as dull as all the others, Mrs. Goyle..." Draco tuned her long rambling out and stared at his new lover in drag appraisingly. Then he got an idea and smirked ever so subtly. He snuck his foot out to Harold's under the table and began caressing his calf suggestively with his toes, eating his meal as though nothing was amiss and, not missing a beat, nodded in all the right places at Narcissa's drawn-out account of the night before last.

Harry listened to Mistress Malfoy ramble on about last nights affairs as Draco caressed his leg. feeling a blush creep up his cheeks he tried to drown it in his orange juice, but failed miserably, only causing his blush to widen as Draco caught on to why he was so interested in his orange juice

When his mother was looking away, Draco caught Harold's eyes whilst his foot had reached his thigh. He gave him a smouldering look and mouthed, "I want you." in hopes of flustering the boy further.

Harry blushed more and choked on the mouthful of orange juice he'd just made the mistake of swallowing and had to force himself not to cough. But feeling like he'd been antagonized enough, Harry took one of the French toast sticks from his plate and licked his lips while partially deep throating it all the while giving draco a sultry, half lidded stare

Draco made a soft, sputtering sound as he watched Harold tease him in front of his mother. He much wanted out of the dreary dining hall and into bed with his lover... Draco pulled his leg away from Harold and stared down at his plate a bit sulkily, until the end of breakfast.

Harry smirked into his french toast and sighed almost silently in relief when draco left him alone. He wanted the touching, but it was too risky to do anything in front of Mistress Malfoy. But once breakfast was over he got up from his seat and walked out of the Dining hall with Draco.

Draco had to try not to sweep Harold of his feet and run up that looming staircase. He needed him, badly. Draco Malfoy needs for no man. He scowled at himself as he staked up the stairs next to his dolled up lover. He really did want to get to know this man better, and even he could admit it wasn't just for the sex.

Harry gently entwined the fingers of his right hand with Draco's, increasing his pace towards Draco's bedroom as he caught a glimpse of the other boys eyes, alight with something he'd never seen before.

Something pulled at Draco's heartstrings and he suddenly wanted to cry. He practically dragged Harold up the rest of the flight.

Harry let out a sigh of relief as they got into Draco�s room. He smiled at the blonde boy and sat in one of the arm chairs that was in the "sitting area" of the room.

Draco plopped himself onto Harold's lap and allowed himself to look miserable.

His face changing from a smile to a look of concern, harry brushed his hand along Draco's cheek and leaned in, gently brushing his lips against the boys before whispering, "What's wrong?"

"I hate this life," Draco murmured. "I'm to be a Death Eater soon, despite my father being in Azkaban.. I'm a coward, mon petit, if ever there were," he looked forlorn. "I hate Voldemort. He's even more cowardice than I, and he offers nothing of value but fear and intimidation to those who loyally serve him." He blinked unshed tears away and looked into Harold's sea-green eyes that were cleverly highlighted by his own hand. He undid the ribbon holding back Harold's hair, a and he ran his hands through it in attempts to sooth himself. The look he gave the boy on which he sat was intense and full of emotion. He kissed the boy shortly and firmly before placing his head on Harold's shoulder and sobbing silently.

Harry was taken aback by Draco's confession. He didn't want to be a death eater! Draco could help the order! Looking at Draco in a new light, Harry ran his hand up and down the boy's back soothingly and tried his best to comfort him as he cried. "It's okay Draco, you can always escape, running from evil isn't cowardice if you join the other side to try and fight against it," Harry whispered in the boys ear, his voice catching halfway through from the emotions that were surging through him.

Draco gasped from all the intensity buzzing about the atmosphere. He snapped his head back to look into the boy's eyes once more. "You work for Dumbledore and his poncy gits, don't you? that's why you're here, to get my father's secrets!" Draco's eyes were tinged with anguished fear and latent anger.

"Well, I guess I fucked that one up, didn't I?" he asked, giving a small sigh of resignation and looked at draco "You can work with us, too, and be with me." Harry was surprised, he truly wanted Draco to come with him, to be on his side...funny, he would have laughed at himself if he were told that this was going to happen just days ago, and now all he could think about was Draco and how he wanted, or perhaps even needed, to be with him.

"It's risky," Draco rationalized. "I might have to become a spy.." Draco bit his lip. he so wanted to stay with this man, whatever the cost, but he wasn't about to tell him that. Especially since all of this was most probably an act.

"But a spy for who? them or us? I wouldn't let them risk your safety like that, I would never let them put you in danger" Harry gushed, entwining his fingers with Draco�s and looking into the other boy's eyes.
"Like Snape," he shuddered. "I would have to undergo the Dark mark initiation ceremony and.." Draco's eye's twinkled with a ray of hope. "You could ensure I wouldn't have to work for Voldy at all? What's in it for you and the order?" Again, Draco turned skeptical.

"I'm sure I could arrange something," Harry said, smiling a little "I'll try my best to keep you safe, Draco," he added, pushing his fringe out of his face.

"What do you care what happens to me?" Draco said pessimistically. "Are you trying to get information for them or something? Because I'll tell you all I know, and it's really not much."

Harry was once again taken aback by Draco's reply. "Of course I care! Why would I say I�d protect you if I didn't care?" Harry said in a tone slightly harder than he'd meant and regretted it almost immediately. "If you want to tell me, do it because you want to help."

Draco took a deep breath and thought long and hard about joining Dumbledore's poncy army. If he did join, he would need to be a hero, which was most definitely not his style. But he was sworn at least a base form of protection, whereas with Voldy he had no such thing. "I'll join the Order if Dumbledore will have me," Draco stated, and then proceeded to tell Harold all of what he knew about his father and what few dark arts he knew.

Harry sat in amazement as Draco shared everything with him, all the things he'd been taught and trained to do, all the secrets of the family. When he agreed to join the order, he was filled with an emotion close to pure joy, but kept from hugging Draco tightly and tackling him to the floor, instead he chose a warm smile and said, "Welcome to the Order, Malfoy," ending it with a wink and grinning at the other boy.

Draco frowned. 'You sound like my rival," Draco choked out. "I just realised I never was actually reinformed of your surname? I have just gushed my whole life story and agreed to join your cause, I deserve to know your name."

"I'll make you guess one more time before I tell you everything you don't already know," Harry said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Draco sprang up and away from this boy, this man with whom he had had good sex, and made a pledge more final than marriage regarding the final battle... "POTTER!!" he shrieked in fury. "You had me trust you and fuck you and.. ugh! I feel so defiled!!" He ran off theatrically to his bath and promptly slammed and locked the door.

"That coulda gone better," Harry muttered to himself and then walked to the door, resting his forehead against the door. "But you do have feelings for me, right?" harry asked tentatively "I meant what I said, I'll protect you...because...I have feelings for you..." He placed his palm against the door and smiled sadly. "But if not, I understand."

Draco leant against the door and slid to sit at its base. He covered his mouth with his hand and tried to contain the tears that fought him. He sobbed loudly, not to get Harry's attention, but because he couldn't help it. "Potter, I hate you," was all he could manage.

"I'm sorry...but I don't feel the same way," Harry whispered, his eyes staring at the grain of the door. "Please forgive me, Draco."

"Give me one good reason," Draco spat, trying to maintain his composure.

Draco had a point..he'd just lied to him for the past few days...so he really didn't deserve to be trusted. "Because...um...err...I...um..." he stuttered, the words forming on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say them.

"Spit it out, Potter," Draco berated, his voice taking a lighter note. "Or someone isn't getting any nookie..."

Harry smirked and held back a laugh. "You can't be that angry if you're making jokes," he said and grinned before adding, "But if you let me in I'll tell you."

Draco stood up and flung the door open. He crossed his arms mock-seriously. "This had better be good, Potter."

Harry blushed and looked sheepishly at Draco "I think...well...actually I�m sure that I'm in love with you."

Draco visibly softened. "Do you mean that?" Draco whispered. "I mean, really mean it. I need, like, wedding vow sincerity here. Although, considering the climbing divorce rates maybe that's a bad example..." Draco smiled softly and drew Harry into a light embrace.

Harry hugged back and kissed Draco's neck "I mean it, as sincerely as a wedding vow said by people who remain married for 50 years."

Draco offered his neck to Harry and turned the light embrace into a crushing one. �Only fifty?" Draco's voice was losing snipe fast.

"Does forever work too?" he whispered, his lips tickling Draco's neck as they curled into one of his trademark goofy grins.

Draco decided this would be a night of new beginnings. Him and Harry, Draco and the Order, but mostly about love. Draco placed his wrists in Harry's hands and pressed into him needily.

Pleasantly surprised by Draco's actions Harry leaned in and kissed Draco passionately, blindly leading himself and his lover towards the bed.

Draco returned the kiss full-force, but made sure not to rival Harry, as this was his one night to be led. He stumbled backwards towards the bed and squeezed his eyes shut painfully for a second or two, then let out a sigh. I need to be able to trust him.

Harry leaned over the boy, pinning his arms above his head and gently grinding his hips against Draco's. "If you want to stop, tell me," he whispered, kissing the corner of Draco's beautiful mouth as one of his hands trailed along Draco's side.

Draco whimpered every time their groins brushed. He was already flustered and they were still fully clothed. Then he giggled a bit to himself because the man above him was still in drag, and he was going to fuck him. Draco shivered expectantly. "I can assure you that won't be an issue," Draco panted, wanting more but not wanting to sound pathetic.

Harry smiled and thought that Draco's giggling was cute. but their clothes were becoming a nuisance. He stood back from Draco and smiled, fingering the ties to the velvet robes seductively. "It won't, will it?" Harry asked, smiling and dropping the robes to the floor and licking his lips. He looked at the blonde boy and smirked before slowly trailing his finger down his chest while biting his lip and looking straight at Draco.

Draco lay there, feeling very exposed on the bed with his arms above his head while Harry was standing, but he endured it. Then Draco saw what Harry was doing, and it was working, a bit too well... Draco groaned just from the sight of him. He took his hands from where they laid above his head and tugged at his clothes, speechless from Harry's little tease.

Harry wasn't necessarily done yet, he licked his lips once more and trailed his fingers down his bare chest, a small moan escaping his lips as he undid his pants and let them fall to pool at his ankles. He looked at Draco with eyes half lidded with desire as he trailed his fingers along the waistband of his boxers and tugged them off.
"Do you want me?" Harry asked, leaning over Draco once more, slowly undoing the blonde's pants and shimmying them off his slender hips.

"Y-y-YES!" Draco choked. He threw his head back involuntarily and little gasps shot from his mouth in reaction to the scene being played out before him.

Harry bit his lip to suppress the moan that was about to erupt from his lips, Draco's noises weren't doing much to keep him in control, he was going to make this a tender loving experience, not him ravaging the other boy to the point that he wouldn't be able to sit down for weeks. He leaned in, his lips millimeters from Draco�s "good" was all that he could say as he tugged Draco�s shirt up and then moved back to pull it over the blondes head. He took a second to marvel at his lover's body, he was gasping and flushed, his boxers doing nothing to hide his erection.

Draco squirmed and moaned and flushed, he was so used to being in control, and now that he wasn't it was driving him mad.

The sight of Draco squirming was making harry rethink that whole "not ravaging him" thing. Quickly he tore Draco's boxers off and tossed them aside. Harry smiled and climbed on top of Draco, making a conscious effort to make as much bodily contact as possible. it was unbelievable how wonderful it all felt. Groaning, Harry leaned in and captured Draco's lips in a bruising kiss while blindly reaching for the KY jelly they'd used last night from inside the nightstand.

Draco looked up at him, eyes darkened by lust. "Fuck me," he breathed, allowing his mouth to be thoroughly plundered and abused.

Harry smiled, not wasting any time and messily squeezed the lubricant on some of his fingers and then ran then along his length, positioned himself, and gently pushed inside.

Draco thrashed about and felt his hips buck off the bed to try and gain some movement. This was going to be short and sweet.

Harry groaned and started a slow rhythm but could tell that Draco was getting desperate for more than what he was being given. So he picked up the pace until he was slamming into the other, coming into contact with that one special place that made Draco gasp and claw at Harry�s back.

Draco was grateful for the quickened pace, and was surprised at how much he enjoyed being domineered by this boy. Then he felt Harry's nimble fingers at his shaft. they began pumping him in time with the maddeningly quick thrusts. Soon Draco was screaming his release and feeling truly right for once in a very long time.

Harry came soon after Draco, screaming the other boys name to the heavens above them. Feeling utterly exhausted he withdrew and crawled farther on the bed, pulling draco with him and wrapping them in a blanket before losing himself to the blissful calm of the night.
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Yee...Uke!Draco. I so loved rping that. There's much more, minna. Just get on my arse to format and post it.
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