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Paradoxa	By : HogwartsHeadache Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco lay bare in the giant bed of the Room of Requirement, feeling the silky sheets rub against his naked skin, only staring at the only boy he had ever loved lying next to him.



      "That was the best night of my life," he thought to himself.



      He watched Harry (who was still sleeping) breathe in and out, completely different from the beast in the bedroom the previous night.Harry looked like he did, whenever Draco saw him with his friends but something had been stripped back. Like a scared sixteen year old with literally the weight of the world on his shoulders and nobody to help him. The overwhelming need to protect Harry now held Draco; to protect him from Voldemort; to protect him from his father. To protect him from himself, and with this revelation, Draco put out his hand and stroked lines down Harry's spine. It seemed the only time Draco could ever sooth Harry was in his sleep. Draco's contact made Harry stir... It seemed even his touch caused Harry distress, sending a pang of sorrow through Draco's body.



      As Harry slowly began to wake himself up, he turned to stare at Malfoy, with the appraising look he ended every little dirty deed with. The one that said what Harry thought about the night's events without actually having to speak. The one in which he was so practised in giving. But there was still coldness there , no love was lost between Harry and Malfoy, well as far as Harry was concerned. All that Harry cared about was that Malfoy just did something to his body that nobody  had ever done before. Girl or boy. And even if he didn't see Malfoy as a person, did it really mean that Harry couldn't play with him? Harry was plenty satisfied with the night, and they didn't even have sex!



       "So just imagine what we could do..." Harry contemplated.



      Draco stared at Harry as he got up and got dressed, back into his pyjamas. Luckily it was a Saturday so neither had to be anywhere in particular. Draco would be missed by Crabbe and Goyle and maybe by Pansy, but he couldn't do anything about the irritating girl. He presumed that Weasley and Granger would be waiting for Harry somehow, but the way he seemed to be behaving at that current moment in time was some indication that this was a regular practice for Harry.



      "But it can't be, it just can't be," Draco shrieked in his thoughts, "we shared something last night. I know it was more than just meaningless sucking off..." But as Draco watched Harry making himself more busy tidying the room, so as not to have to talk to Draco, he wasn't so sure.



      Harry looked at Malfoy properly for the first time since he had woken up, avoiding the boy's eyes so he would not have to think about why Malfoy would let him treat himself so, last night.



      "You know this doesn't mean anything, right?" Harry recited to Malfoy, the typical I-do-this-all-the-time speech. "When we're out of this room, everything goes back to the way it was before Malfoy, you'll go back to making my life hell and I'll go back to brushing it off."



      Harry was trying to destroy Draco, his very words piercing through him. "It really didn't mean anything to him..." His eyes filled with tears and his blood coursed through his veins with anger and pain and grief, but Harry couldn't see him like this. Harry couldn't know how he felt. It was the best night of his life and nothing could ever get that good. He opened his mouth to tell Harry how he really, truly felt. That Harry was his everything, the one constant he had discovered that never changed. But then he thought better of it and bit his tongue back, saying what he knew Harry would be expecting.



       "Yes, I know Potter," Draco snarled at Harry from the bed, "I needed to relax and you just happened to be here. It's hardly Advanced Ancient Runes". As composed as Draco seemed on the outside, it was nothing compared to the infuriated creature within him.



      "I mean, don't get me wrong," said Harry conversationally, "I had a good time, and from the sound of it, so did you. So it would be stupid to just stop wouldn't it?"



      "What do you mean?" Draco said, now eager to hear what Harry had to say, but staying outwardly aggressive.



      "Well it isn't like we can't have a bit of fun, is it? I mean I'm sure we could think of something to do..." Harry thought out loud. And then it came to him, he scurried over to the alcove which only Harry knew about, being the most frequent user of the Room in this form. This was where Harry kept everything he didn't want the boys in the dormitory seeing. In it were the few remaining coins from Harry's DA days. He took one and handed it to Malfoy.



      "Here, take this. Whenever I want to...well... I can set the time and date on here , yours will mimic mine and grow hot in your pocket, so we can play whenever we want to..."



      "Hmmmpphh,fine then," said Draco with venom. "Well? Don't you have to go off and be Saint Potter or something?"



      And with that, Harry left the Room swiftly, without any mention of anything he could have felt last night, leaving Draco still in the bed.



      "Arrgghhhhhhhh," Draco yelled into his pillow, punching it with all his might. For just one minute, life looked like it was looking up.



      "But Saint Potter is unfortunately a bit of a git," sighed Malfoy as he stopped to remember Harry's every move from their special night together.



      *



      It was a week since Draco's little fellatio encounter with Harry Potter. As much as he hated himself for it, Draco followed Harry's wishes rather than his own, causing just as much trouble to him as he had before. As far as Harry's behaviour towards Draco seemed to go, he was acting just the same as before which made Draco wonder if Harry really was as ruled by emotion and righteousness as everybody seemed to think. That time he bumped into Harry in the corridor just so he could touch him was the closest Draco came to physical contact....



      Draco now spent every lesson waiting for when Harry would be ready, but could not deny himself a little bit of fun with the boy who did not return his feelings.  The boys had three lessons together, Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. What with Potions being so practical and Professor Snape's love of torturing Harry in Defence Against The Dark Arts, Draco thought Transfiguration would be the best to raise a little hell.



      As Professor McGonagall rattled on about Conjuring Spells, Harry was drifting, glassy eyed as he pretended to take in what she was saying. Draco, similarly unaware of his teacher's attempts to test his attentiveness, was vigilant of Harry's every movement. As he shifted his weight from one elbow to the next, Draco knew, being diagonally two seats behind him. Surreptitiously, Draco pulled out his wand and aimed it under his desk towards Harry's privates.



      "Erecto!" Draco thought as hard as he could. He hoped non-verbal spell casting would not fail him now and carried on watching Harry as he shot up in his seat. Draco sniggered to himself as he saw the light imprint of Harry's erection through his trousers. The erection of which Draco was all too sure Harry would want to nurse.



       "What?Now?!!?!" Harry thought to himself. He was all for a little entertainment, but right in the middle of McGonagall's lecture? Now that's just rude, isn't it? Harry's awkward position probably became obvious on his face, as McGonagall now started at him with irritation.



      "Something wrong, Potter?" she asked, "any particular reason you just started paying so much attention when my lesson was already so interesting?"



      "No Professor," Harry said, sounding every inch the innocent little schoolboy, "I just think I need a glass of water and a lie down." Harry knew perfectly well what he needed and it wasn't a glass of water.



      "Hmmmm very well Potter, you go along to the Hospital Wing, and tell Madam Pomfrey I sent you."



      "Thanks Professor," answered Harry,  trying not to sound too happy.



      As Harry headed towards the door, he saw Malfoy's eyes flash towards him with the look he was so used to seeing from him. That cruel, mocking look only it wasn't so cruel this time. It was more like the looks he shared with Ron every time they saw Luna's radish earrings out again. More taking the mickey than anything else. Harry didn't know what to make of this look but he was now sure of where he was going and what he wanted. He wanted to come on Malfoy again and get himself hot at the idea of Malfoy tied to the bed, fulfilling his every sadistic  caprice.



      With this thought and this thought only, Harry made his way to the Room of Requirement, pulling his DA coin out along the way. He began to set it in the same way he had been used to so many times before, hoping to Merlin that Malfoy would answer his cries of hunger, just so that he wouldn't have to walk like he'd been attacked by a Hippogriff.



      Draco felt a surge of warmth through his pocket from the coin which Harry had given to him. Tugging it from the pocket of his school trousers, he stared at it trying to make sense of its markings. It had that day's date along with 1.00. Draco stole a glance at his watch; he had 10 minutes to get to the Room of Requirement. Dashing up his regular route, he did not care about how inconspicuous he looked.
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