Twist of Fate

Chapter 3: The Truth Will Set You Free

Draco awoke the next morning with a pounding headache.

“I can not go on like this,” he said aloud. “I have to tell him and face the consequences, whatever they may be.” He wearily pulled himself from bed and stood before the mirror. “I WILL do this today,” he vowed. “Be a Malfoy; be strong and face up to your fears; you are Slytherin and should be afraid of nothing.” Draco stared at his pale image in the mirror. “What a crock of dragonshit,” he muttered with a shake of his head as he headed for the shower.

Later that evening, Draco waited nervously for Harry to appear in their room. He had made some decisions, ones that he was determined to act upon. He was so lost in thought that he did not hear Harry enter.

“I didn’t think I…oh, sorry I scared you, Draco,” apologised Harry at Draco’s start. “Did you not hear me come in?”

“No, I guess my head was…elsewhere.”

Harry slipped his arms around Draco’s slender waist and said, “Well, as long as you’re here now.” He pulled the blonde close and kissed him tenderly. “You’re really shook up. Are you okay, Draco?”

“I’m fine. You just caught me off guard is all,” said Draco. Leaning into the strong arms that held him, he moaned as Harry’s hands strayed downwards and squeezed his arse. “Harry, I’ve been thinking about his all day. I need you so much.”

Harry smiled into Draco’s neck as he felt his buttons being quickly undone. He shivered as the cool air hit his bare skin. “My, my, we are eager tonight,” he whispered. “Good thing, too, because I need you as well.”

Clothing was soon discarded and Harry and Draco stood skin to skin, each one desperate for the touch and taste of the other. Draco let his hands glide slowly down Harry’s back until they cupped the firm globes of his arse, fingers stopping to knead and appreciate the prize they had found.

As he ground his hard cock against Harry’s, Draco murmured, “I have decided something.”

Harry’s lips left the smooth skin they had been tasting only long enough to ask, “That would be…?”

Draco’s voice quivered slightly as he said, “I think I’m ready to try it. I want to feel you inside me, Harry.”
No sooner than the words had been spoken, Draco found himself with a mouthful of Harry. The unbridled enthusiasm with which Harry was snogging him told Draco that Harry was pleased, no make that thrilled, with his suggestion.
When they finally broke for air, Harry said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take it nice and easy, Draco. I’ll do my best not to hurt you.”

“You bloody well better not,” grinned Draco somewhat shyly as he lay down on the bed. “Not much, anyway.”

Harry climbed up beside him and began to rain little kisses all over the blonde’s body, starting with soft lips and working his way ever so slowly downwards. Draco could feel Harry’s hot breath on his cock and he thrust his hips up in desperation, anxious to make contact with the mouth that was just out of reach. Harry smirked and gave the cock two quick licks and then a suck, just enough to make Draco moan and beg for more.

“Now, now, Draco,” tutted Harry as he sat up and looked the Slytherin in the eye. “Can’t have you come just yet, can we? You have to be patient; the best is yet to be.” Harry whispered a quick incantation and watched for Draco’s reaction. He smiled as he heard a gasp and saw Draco’s hips squirm against the sheets. “Relax,” he whispered as he caressed the pale thighs.

Draco started at the sudden slick, cool feeling that filled him. He held his breath as he felt a finger gently tease his opening. Harry leaned down and kissed him, “You have to relax, Draco. If you don’t, it is going to hurt a lot more than it should.”

Allowing himself to breathe once again, Draco said with a half-smile, “I’m trying to.”

Harry slipped a finger all the way in and began to move. “Try harder.” Draco found that the discomfort had been very short-lived and allowed some of the tension to flow away. “Not too bad so far?” inquired Harry.

“No, go on,” answered Draco. Harry complied and added another digit. He found Draco’s prostate and gave it a flick, eliciting yet another gasp from the blonde, this time from pleasure not pain.

“Did you like that?”

“Gods yes, Harry! Do it again. Oh yes!”

Harry gave Draco’s weeping cock a quick tug as well. “Remember that feeling Draco. It will be your reward at the end of all this.”

Harry worked Draco gently, stretching him until it was time. He positioned himself between Draco’s legs and looked down. “I have been waiting for so long to do this, Draco,” he whispered. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Harry, YES!”

Harry eased himself forward and inside Draco, taking care not to move too quickly, lest he cause more pain than necessary. When Harry breached his entrance, Draco fought to stay relaxed but found the task daunting. It hurt, quite a bit, if the truth be told. He clutched the sheets and a groan escaped his lips. Harry saw that Draco’s face was bright red; he had his eyes tightly closed and was biting his lip to keep from crying out further.

“You want me to stop?” asked Harry with concern.

“Urgh… no, no, don’t,” gasped Draco. “I…I want this.”

Harry whispered quiet words of encouragement in the hopes that Draco would calm down enough to enjoy the moment, at least a little. He told himself that this had been Draco’s choice; never had he coerced the blonde into submission so there was no reason for him to feel guilty. However, he did; he hated causing Draco discomfort and wished he knew how to ease the pain. He found himself wondering if there was such a spell. It bore investigation.

After what seemed an eternity, Harry stopped moving. He had gone as far as he could. The feeling was indescribable. Draco was all around him; he even seemed to be part of him. A moan rumbled in his throat.

“So good, Draco,” he breathed. “Can you feel how deep I am inside you? Gods, I love this feeling!”

Draco couldn’t really say that he loved the feeling, at least not in the physical sense. It didn’t hurt as much anymore but it was hardly pleasurable. What he did love was the connection he felt with Harry and the fact that they were so intimately joined. He had never felt closer to the Gryffindor than he did at that moment. He had successfully given himself to Harry; the first part of his plan was complete.

“Yes, I can feel it, Harry,” said Draco. “When does the good part start?”

Harry couldn’t help but grin. “You’re so impatient tonight, Draco. Give yourself another minute or two and then we’ll continue.” He gave Draco’s cock a few strokes to revive it and then began to withdraw himself slowly. He kept a watchful eye for any signs of discomfort on Draco’s part, but found none. Spurred on, he pushed forward again.

“Okay?” asked Harry.

Draco nodded. “Yes. Go on.”

He gradually built up a rhythm, almost leaving Draco’s perfect arse but not quite, keeping at least part of himself within the tight heat at all times. Draco was made to be fucked and he was ever so grateful that he was his first. Determined to make this a memorable moment for Draco, Harry tried angling his body in different positions in an effort to give him the “good part” as he had called it. Harry’s attempt was a success.

“Harry!” called Draco. “Do that again.” Harry hit his sweet spot over and over, causing Draco’s back to arch off the bed. “Oh fuck, yes!” Harry captured Draco’s now hard as steel cock and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. “So close, Harry. Just…like…that…HARRY!” In an instant, Draco came fiercely, shooting a copious amount of come over his stomach and chest. He whimpered as Harry gave his cock one last squeeze.

“Good?” asked Harry, knowing full well the answer. Draco was panting so heavily that all he could do was nod. “Then it’s my turn.”

Harry began pumping faster and faster while Draco held him tightly in his grasp. “Are you close, Harry?” whispered Draco.

“Yes, so close. Don’t want to come yet… it’s too good. Gods, Draco…too soon,” hissed Harry.

“Fuck me harder, Harry.”

“Merlin!” cried Harry as he moved frantically. He was all but lost.

Draco stared up at Harry, his own eyes heavily lidded from passion, and peered into green eyes that were burning brightly, about to explode. “Come inside me. Fill me up, Harry,” begged Draco.

Draco’s pleas sent Harry over the edge. He came with a mighty roar, one that would do the Gryffindor lion proud. Somewhere along the way, the roar transformed and became intelligible – “Draco” sang from Harry’s lips. His body tensed as he rode the wave of pleasure to its peak and then collapsed into Draco’s waiting arms, spent and utterly satisfied. Draco pressed a kiss to Harry’s temple, whispered his thanks and then held him tightly.

Harry made to move from his perch on top of Draco, but strong arms quickly stopped him. “I must be crushing you,” said Harry quietly.

“No, not at all. Stay where you are, please. I…I like it.”

“Me too,” said Harry as he snuggled against Draco’s neck, quite pleased with the invitation to stay.

Draco stroked Harry’s back gently, drawing a never-ending pattern with his fingers. His time had come; part two of his plan was about to unfold.

Taking a deep breath, Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, “I love you, Harry.”

Silence. Stillness. Panic began to rise within Draco’s belly. There had been no reaction to his confession. *Had Harry heard? Of course he had. He had said the words directly into his ear. Oh gods, he doesn’t know what to say! Oh fuck, why did I have to say it?* Draco began to tremble and he knew that Harry could feel it. His lungs protested and he allowed himself to breath once again. He had spoiled everything and now he had to extricate himself from the mess he had created. *What should he say? What could he say?*

Draco allowed one word, no more, no less. “Harry?”

There was at last some movement. Draco felt Harry push up onto his hands so that his face was not very far from his own. Draco watched as the green eyes slowly opened. They…they were full of tears! It was worse than he had imagined.

“Harry, I’m so sorry. I should never have…”

Harry cut off Draco’s words. “Don’t. Don’t say it.”

“But I’ve upset you, Harry! I have to…”

Once again, he was not allowed to finish. A finger crossed his lips. “Hush, Draco.” Harry kissed him gently. Draco stared up at Harry in confusion, his eyes full of questions.

“Don’t you see,” said Harry. “I have been afraid. I have wanted to say something to you for so long, but fear kept me silent.” Draco held his breath. “A fine Gryffindor I make; you were the one with the courage to speak his mind.”

“W-what is it you want to s-say?” stammered Draco.

“I love you, too, Draco.”

Draco’s heart felt as if it would explode in his chest. “Y-you do?”

“Yes, I have been in love with you for so long.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to and I almost did a million times but I was afraid that you didn’t feel the same way. You never gave me any indication that what we had went beyond the sex, so I didn’t dare.”

“Harry, I felt exactly the same way as you! I have been trying to tell you how I felt and I kept quiet for the same reason – fear,” admitted Draco.

“Merlin, we have to be the biggest gits that ever lived!” exclaimed Harry. “At least one of us had the sense to finally speak up.”

“Imagine if neither of us ever did?”

“Draco, I don’t want to think about it,” said Harry with a shudder. He looked deeply into the grey eyes and asked, “Say it again, would you?”

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you, Draco.”

The two lovers fell into a deep embrace, rejoicing in their newly proclaimed love. They were so wrapped up in themselves that they did not notice the red rose that suddenly appeared on the bedside table.

A ghostly figure gazed down upon Harry and Draco. A beauty rare, dressed in gossamer, with flowing red hair and a serene countenance, whispered her benediction over the two young men. The blonde had begged for her help in an affair of the heart. She had studied both and had deemed them worthy of her assistance. Only those who were soul mates, who were meant to be together, only those who truly loved could be aided and blessed by Creiddylad. Standing over them, she plucked another perfect red rose from her hair and set it beside its mate, a symbol of pure love. Creiddylad smiled sweetly as she faded away, secure in the knowledge that she had given destiny a little nudge in the right direction.

The End.

A/N: Creiddylad (cree-THIL-ahd) is the Welsh goddess of love and summer flowers