Just a Poker Face

Just A Poker Face

The Turn

Harry and Draco stood for a moment in front of the entrance to the Slytherin dormitory. The invisibility cloak was draped over them so no one could have seen them, but even if it hadn’t been, Harry didn’t think that either of them would have cared. Harry had walked Draco back so that he didn’t get caught after-hours by Filch but the blonde had refused to simply go in. He turned and stared at Harry for a few moments with liquid silver eyes. Harry stared back, completely incapable of looking away.

But he was confused.

Why was Draco looking at him that way? Harry had never had someone stare at him this way before. He was gawked at and fawned over. He was glared at and sneered at. But no one had ever taken the time to look at him the way Draco was doing now. They had just shared a wild experience together and suddenly Draco had calmed down immensely, showing Harry yet another side of him he had never seen, nor imagined.

“What is it?” Harry asked, almost concerned that Draco had somehow been petrified. Draco smirked and then touched Harry’s cheek. He said nothing as he cupped Harry’s jaw and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips touched gently, hardly at all. Harry shivered.

“Nothing,” Draco laughed softly and licked his lips. “You can wear your own uniform tomorrow. And you can burn the skirt if you like.” He turned away to go into the Slytherin Common Room. “It belonged to Parkinson, anyway.”

Harry’s eyes shot wide open and he gagged briefly. He snatched the back of Draco’s robes and spun him around viciously, pulling him close so their faces were inches apart. Harry’s jaw was set and he glared at the blonde while Draco snickered back at him.

“You gave me Parkinson’s clothes to wear??” he whispered angrily. There was a disgusted look on his face. Draco laughed, trying not to make much noise. “You couldn’t warn me?!”

“Relax,” he drawled, his eyes glinting. “I scoured them beforehand. They’re clean.” Then he paused and looked down at Harry’s garb. “Well, they were.”

Harry released him and tried to relax. More than anything else, that was the most unpleasant information he’d been given all day. He let Draco pass through the doorway and then turned to run back to Gryffindor Tower.

Harry sighed as he re-entered his own house. He paused in the common room, still hidden by the cloak and looking at the red and gold décor. He felt a myriad of emotions in that moment. He felt good and happy about what was happening with Draco, regardless of their past, of Draco’s nature, of what his friends thought. But he also felt terrible for fighting with Ron and Hermione, as well as somewhat embarrassed for his and Draco’s behaviour in public. He wondered how much he might regret this whole week later on. How would he feel about it a month, a year from now? What would happen? The dynamic between Harry and Draco had changed forever.

Or so he thought.

It was possible that after this week, Draco would go back to his old ways and pretend like nothing ever happened. Or he could forever use the whole experience against Harry in some way. He could make a fool of Harry.

Harry’s heart sank as he walked slowly up to his dormitory. Draco had told him that he cared about Harry. The Slytherin had kissed him and held him and felt him. He showed Harry different parts of himself every day. Surely he wasn’t going to turn on him now…

But then, as Harry thought about it, it was possible that Draco was playing all along. It was possible that he had more than one mask and none of them were the real Draco Malfoy. He had claimed two days earlier that his mean, drawling demeanour was really the poker face and that the way he behaved towards Harry was true. But it could have been a lie. It could have been an elaborate mask for Draco to win the game, this time for Harry’s heart and his dignity.

So ultimately, it was with a heavy heart that Harry shed his (or rather, Parkinson’s) clothes (tossing them into the fire) and got into bed. He lay there, staring at the ceiling of his four-poster and wondered to himself. Was he prepared to deal with the end of this week? Was he ready to face the consequences of his actions? What would he do if Draco turned on him in the end? And, more importantly, what would he do if Draco didn’t?

Was he really expecting to continue on this way with Malfoy forever without ever considering what it might mean? Did he truly love Draco? Or was it just infatuation? Perhaps it was only the high one gets after sex, the hazy state of being that makes you do stupid things and give into lust. Maybe Draco was just a drug and he would eventually need a greater fix.

Maybe this wasn’t real at all.

*****

The following morning, Harry woke to see Ron standing over him, his wand pointing directly at Harry’s throat. He saw only the blurry image but immediately jumped up and backed as far away as he could from Ron, into his headboard. He blinked furiously and reached for his glasses to put them on.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Harry shouted, adjusting his glasses and reaching for his own wand. Ron stood there, his wand arm shaking slightly as he tried to aim.

“I’m going to get that thing off of you!” he hollered back, trying to get a clear shot as Harry was moving. “That’s what’s making you act this way. Malfoy has somehow gotten control over you and that thing is the root of it, I know it!”

Harry retrieved his wand and pointed it back at Ron. He felt dizzy and his heart beat hard in his throat from the abrupt wake up.

“Ron, stop,” he told his friend, trying to calm him down. “It’s not going to work. The collar is magically bound! And I’m not brainwashed!”

Ron shook his head and grimaced at Harry. Harry slid carefully out of bed on the other side and tried to steady himself. He swallowed hard.

“You’ve got to be, Harry,” Ron told him. “If you’re not brainwashed then I don’t know who you are anymore.” His eyes were glazed with tears. “I want my mate back!”

Harry opened his mouth to speak but Ron finally got up the courage to cast a spell.

“Reducto!” he cried and Harry knew this wasn’t going to end well. He was a few seconds short of a shielding spell so the destructive magic hit him full on, in the throat. He was thrown backwards, the wind knocked completely out of him, his trachea collapsed. He crashed into another bed and dropped his wand as he fought to breathe. The collar remained completely intact.

Ron gasped and rushed after him, trying to make him breathe.

“Harry! Harry!” he yelled. Harry could hardly get air into his lungs and it only came in very short, shallow gasps. He began to feel his adrenaline pumping through him to try and force his survival. “Hermione!!” Ron cried out and she came running up the stairs. She looked dumbstruck at the sight of it.

“Ron! What happened?!” she cried, tried to calm Harry down and get him to his feet. She searched her mind for a spell but found non. “We’ve got to get him to the Hospital Wing. Now!”

Others were coming up the stairs now and Ron and Hermione lifted Harry and ran out of Gryffindor Tower with him through a small crowd of confused students. Harry’s adrenaline was failing him and he began to black out.

He lost consciousness completely just as they reached the Hospital Wing.

When Harry came to, his breathing was still laboured. His head was throbbing but he forced himself to sit up. He brought one hand to his neck to see what had happened and found the collar still there. He also realized that he was badly bruised. The skin was tender and sore.

He tried to make a sound but it came out gravely and the vibrations hurt his throat.

Ron and Hermione were sitting on the bed next to him, surveying him very carefully. Hermione was clearly very angry with Ron and the redhead looked very sheepish. Harry tried to swallow.

“Harry,” Hermione began quietly. “Are you alright?” He paused and wanted to shout back that no, he was not alright at all. His best friend just attacked him and nearly caused him to suffocate to death. But the pain in his throat did not permit any such retort. “You were only out for about ten minutes,” she continued on, probably realizing the stupidity of her question. “Madam Pomfrey opened your airways in a second and said you just needed to be lain to rest until you came to on your own. She said you should be perfectly fine.”

Harry felt his anger rise but stared determinately at the sheets of the bed beneath him. He could not look at his friends now. He tried to steady his breathing and allow his throat to relax.

“Harry, mate,” Ron began very quietly. “I’m… I’m sorry…” Harry’s fists clenched briefly. “I didn’t mean to… you know. I just… I can’t stand to see this happen… It’s just… not you, Harry.” Harry shook his head but said nothing. He wasn’t going to put himself in pain just to answer Ron now. Not now.

“Harry, what Ron did was… foolish and reckless and completely mad,” Hermione continued, clearly not pleased with him either. “But he was just worried about you. He doesn’t understand… neither of us do. We don’t want you to get hurt or…”

“Too late,” Harry croaked softly, unable to stop himself. She fell silent. He felt bad. He hated to see Hermione hurt but he was too angry to truly care in that moment.

They sat in silence for a few moments before someone burst through the door.

“Where is he?!” Draco’s voice came from the end of the hall. Harry heard him running and Draco skidded around the corner. “Harry!” he cried and rushed over to where they were sitting. He ignored Hermione and Ron completely as he sat down on Harry’s bed and lifted his head to see the damage. “Are you alright?” he asked, breathing heavily.

Harry was somewhat surprised at how worried Draco seemed but smiled slightly. He nodded and felt his heart skip just once. Draco touched his fingertips to the bruise on Harry’s neck and his face turned dark and angry. Harry winced slightly and Draco’s expression only worsened.

He turned to Ron and Hermione who were stuck, motionless and speechless at the sight of Malfoy showing anything other than disdain for Harry. When they saw the look on his face, however, both of them seemed to come back to themselves.

“Weasley,” he hissed through his teeth. The fact that he was not shouting somehow made his tone more dangerous. “You attacked your own best friend?” he asked, the hatred in his words dripping like poison. “For what? For spending time with me?:”

Ron screwed up his face in anger. He glared at Malfoy and got to his feet.

“I didn’t just attack him!” he shouted. “I was trying to get that thing off him! I was trying to get you off of him!” Ron turned red and pulled out his wand. “You take that thing off his neck and leave him alone! I don’t know what you’ve done to Harry, but it’s not right!”

Draco looked murderous, like a venomous snake poised to attack. Harry saw him carefully draw his own wand and stare Ron down. The grimace that Harry had always, himself, been faced with appeared on Draco’s face.

“Jealous, are you, Weasel?” he spat. “Want Potter back so you can have him all to yourself?”

Ron turned an even darker shade of red that closely resembled the jumper his mother had knit for him. He shook with rage.

“You’ve been messing with us from day one, Malfoy,” Hermione shot back with a fraction of the frustration that Ron must have felt. “Why should we believe you aren’t doing the same now? Did you really think that turning Harry into your slave would work out well for you?” She took Ron’s other hand and squeezed it, trying to calm him. “You go around snogging Harry and expected what out of it?” Draco said nothing but glared fiercely at her. “Did you think that would make him care about you? Did you think that forcing him to be with you would make you friends like you wanted six years ago?” She stared him down and then realization hit her. “Or did you want more than that?” Draco’s expression changed very slightly. Harry didn’t see it but Hermione did. She leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s not going to work, Malfoy. You can’t bully someone into loving you.:”

Draco swallowed hard and seemed to hesitate for only a moment before aiming his wand at her.

“Shut up!” he shouted. “You’ve no idea what you’re talking about. You and the stupid Weasel here nearly killed him! What have I ever done that was that bad?!”

“You’ve hurt him before!” Ron shot back. “You hurt him and you meant it! And now you’re going to hurt him again!”

Harry had had enough of them talking as though he was not in the room. Ron lunged over the bed at Draco, who was moving forward towards Ron as well, but Harry forced himself up and pushed them both backwards. Ron tumbled back into the other bed and Draco stumbled slightly.

“That’s enough,” he croaked through the pain in his throat. He got to his feet and turned to Ron and Hermione, his face set. “You need to leave.”

“But, Harry –” Hermione began but he cut her off.

“No,” he said, his tone breaking up less and less as he spoke. “You need to go now. Regardless of your intentions, Ron attacked me. I’m too angry with you both right now to deal with this. You need to go until I’ve cooled off. Until we’ve all cooled off.”

Ron glared at him and stomped out. Hermione looked hurt and simply nodded to him before following the redhead. Draco sat down on one of the other beds. Harry turned to him, his face still stony. Draco looked up at him with a similar expression.

“Do you want me to leave as well?” he asked, his silky tone clearly shaken from what Hermione had said. Harry sighed and sat down opposite him.

“No,” he answered. Harry bit his lip and tilted his head, looking at Draco questioningly.

“Good, because I wouldn’t have listened,” the blonde answered with a small smirk, trying to lighten the mood. Harry shook his head and said nothing. Draco’s smirk faded and he licked his lips. “They hurt you,” he said as though this was an explanation for his actions.

“Yeah,” he answered. “And so have you, in the past.” He tried to swallow again to moisten his throat. “And I’ve hurt you before. But they’re my friends, Draco.” The Slytherin’s face fell slightly. “They… they care about me. They have no reason to trust you.”

Draco looked away and glared at nothing.

“I don’t want their trust,” he said finally, his bored tone forcing Harry to frown.

“Do you want mine?” Harry asked him. He spoke quietly, mostly because it hurt less. Draco sighed and stared at the floor. His usually perfectly styled hair fell into his face. Harry realized, then, that he looked dishevelled, as though he had been woken up abruptly and dressed quickly before running out the door. Harry had never seen Draco look this way from his own lack of attention. He had only ever looked this way as a result of their encounters.

“I thought I already had yours,” he replied. Draco looked him in the eyes. It was so hard to read Malfoy’s face, sometimes. Harry realized that if this was Draco’s mask, his poker face, then he would never know for sure. He could never know which was the true Draco.

“Draco,” Harry sighed, leaning back onto the back, lying against the pillows. “I…” he began but Draco suddenly climbed on top of him, holding himself up on his hands and knees, straddling Harry. The Gryffindor smiled, despite himself. Draco’s eyes were boring into his and his blond hair was tumbling down. The blonde didn’t wait for a real response and, instead, pressed their lips together gently. Harry craned his neck slightly and kissed back.

“We’re going to be late for Care of Magical Creatures,” Draco informed him softly, their lips still brushing as he spoke. Harry was willing to skip class for another kiss like that, another moment alone with Draco, but knew better. Then he realized something.

“I’m not dressed,” he said suddenly, looking down at his pyjamas. Draco smirked and got to his feet. He produced a small bag out of nowhere and Harry eyed it wearily.

“It’s not a skirt,” Draco reassured him. “It’s your robes. I had Longbottom get them for me.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow at him as he pulled out his clothes.

“How did you manage that?” Draco’s smirk widened.

“I threatened him,” he muttered softly. Harry’s eyes widened and he stared at Draco. The Slytherin laughed and shook his head. “You are far too gullible. He was going to bring them to you himself –he saw you being dragged to the hospital wing –but I told him I would take them and that he could go to class.”

Harry continued to stare, unsure of which story was more likely the truth.

“We don’t have time for you not to believe me,” he informed Harry. “Let’s go, Potter.”

He watched smugly as Harry, given no other options, changed in front of him. Draco tilted his head to the side as Harry slipped into his trousers and the Gryffindor flushed red. When he was done, Malfoy got to his feet and cupped Harry’s face again, tilting his head back. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to the bruise on Harry’s neck. It tingled lightly for a moment.

“Funny,” Harry said as they walked out. Draco shot him a quizzical look. “I’ve been in the Hospital Wing probably at least once a year since I started at Hogwarts,” he explained. “And you never once showed up to kiss my wounds better.”

“You were never hurt badly enough,” Draco replied simply. Harry snorted and then immediately wished he hadn’t. He seriously doubted that things like fainting from pain, losing all the bones in his arm and having to grow them back, falling from one hundred feet in the air and being attacked by Death Eaters (just to name a few) were not serious enough injuries.

They made it to Care of Magical Creatures in time to hear Hagrid start the lesson. He looked up when Harry showed up with Malfoy. His expression was one of shock though not quite horror. He finished assigning the work for the day (they were apparently to try and identify the Bowtruckles on several trees that Hagrid had marked off and then observe their behaviour) and then made his way over to Harry and Draco.

Harry pulled out his quill and a small piece of parchment to take down notes, pretending that everything was completely normal. Hagrid stopped in front of him and looked concerned.

“Blimey, Harry,” he said, his eyes falling first on Harry’s bruised neck and then on Harry’s unlikely companion. “Hermione said yeh’d be late because yeh were hurt.” He eyed Draco. “Yeh alright?”

“I’m fine, Hagrid,” he answered, smiling to reassure his great friend. “Just bruised.”

“Oh good,” Hagrid said, slapping him on the shoulder. He nodded a couple of times, apparently trying to figure out how to get to his actual point. Draco stared at him, clearly daring him to ask. “I heard the rumours travellin’ ‘round the school,” he finally admitted. “But I didn’t really… well, yeh… yeh hangin’ ‘round with Malfoy now, Harry?” Draco rolled his eyes and began searching for his own quill. Harry’s jaw tensed slightly. “I mean, why’d he wait with yeh and not Hermione or Ron?”

“I thought it best not to leave him in the hands of his attackers,” Draco drawled, his eyes half lidded in boredom. Harry frowned at him. Hagrid looked surprised.

“Hermione and Ron attacked yeh?” Apparently they hadn’t told him. Harry nodded. Hagrid played with his beard. “Blimey, the whole world’s gone mad.”

“It seems so,” Draco answered before he could stop himself. He made a face and then wandered off towards one of the trees. Harry watched him go, his expression a mix of slight aggravation and longing.

“Harry,” Hagrid said in an undertone as Draco walked away. “Yeh sure yeh’re ok? Yeh know what yeh’re doin’? With Malfoy, I mean.”

“Yes,” Harry answered, trying not to get testy. “I do, Hagrid. And whatever happens, it’ll be over at the end of the week.”

“When friendships change, they change forever Harry,” Hagrid told him with a strange wisdom. Harry paused. “I jes’ don’t wantcha ter get hurt. Or lose anyone important.”

Harry nodded and walked off. Hagrid was right. Whatever would happen, whatever did happen, it would change everything forever. He stared at Draco’s back as he pushed a smaller Slytherin out of the way so he could get better access to the tree. Then he saw Ron and Hermione, working with Neville and pointing out the Bowtruckles. Hermione was clearly explaining something to the both of them. Harry sighed. He didn’t want to lose Ron and Hermione… but Draco was…

What?

Harry’s hand moved to his neck and then his lips. He felt the warmth of the blonde’s body, the smooth taste of his mouth and decided that he needed to wait and find out. He had to know, no matter what it took.

The day passed by slowly with no other drama of note. Harry had to explain his bruising a number of times but that was all. He only had the one class with Draco that day and so had to wait until after dinner to see him again.

Sitting at the Gryffindor table, given a wider berth than usual by the other students, Harry felt alone as he had in fourth year when Ron and he fought for the first time. He ate very little and nursed his pumpkin juice like one might nurse a pint of beer.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, love.” Harry turned to see Draco taking a seat next to him. His heart fluttered at the term of endearment. He shook it off. Draco hadn’t given him any orders today. He supposed that the events of the morning had put a damper on their fun, but perhaps not.

“What is it?” Harry’s hand found its way to Draco’s thigh and rested there. He had felt so detached all day. Draco smiled and leaned in closer. The Gryffindors next to Draco gave him dirty looked and slid their way down the table as far as they could.

“This,” the blonde whispered, sliding a silver flask into Harry’s hand. There was an engraved snake, coiling around the flask and the neck of the bottle was the snake’s mouth. It was closed, but there was a split and a button that would open it. Harry studied the flask for a moment.

“You’ve given me a flask?” he asked, somewhat confused. He shook it slightly and realized there was liquid in it. “With, what? Alcohol?” Harry’s expression was puzzled. “You want to get me drunk?”

Draco rolled his eyes and laughed, shaking his head.

“Just don’t drink it yet,” he explained. “Don’t open it. Meet me downstairs in front of the kitchens at midnight.” He kissed Harry very quickly before getting up and dashing off. Harry was left sitting, stunned and speechless, surrounded by students who seemed to refused to become accustomed to this sort of thing, given the looks of shock on their faces. Harry rolled his eyes at them.

“Seriously, you shouldn’t still be surprised,” he shot at them. He shook his head and left the Great Hall, deciding to get some homework done while he waited for midnight to come.

At a quarter to midnight, Harry gave up on his homework and left the common room, his invisibility cloak in hand. He hadn’t managed to work much at all. He kept thinking about Draco and everything that had happened. He also couldn’t quite suppress the urge to open the flask and find out what was inside. He was no good at fighting off temptation. The only thing staying his hand was the little shocks that travelled down his neck whenever he thought about it. It did nothing to help his bruise.

He nearly ran down to the kitchens, given his excitement and how much he wanted to know what Draco had in store. He arrived in front of the portrait and waited. He threw on his cloak and lingered against the wall, hoping to surprise Draco when he showed up.

He waited what felt like hours before he heard footsteps coming down the corridor. He bit his lip and pressed back against the wall, trying not to make noise. But when the person turned the corner it was only Filch. Harry’s face fell but he fought even harder not to make noise so as not to be caught.

The danger passed and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He was not, however, relieved in the slightest. Draco wasn’t there yet. He was getting antsy and was about to leave when the portrait hole to the kitchens opened.

Draco stepped out and looked around, somewhat confused. Harry smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around the blonde while still under the cloak. Draco’s calm face shifted to panic for a moment before he realized what was happening.

Harry let him go and pulled off the cloak. He was laughing at Draco’s reaction. The blonde was not quite as impressed.

“That was not funny,” he said, fighting back a smile. Harry tried to stop laughing.

“That was almost as good as your face when I hit you with mud that one time,” he chortled. “At the Shrieking Shack.”

Draco’s face turned dark.

“You threw mud at my face!” He was not amused and Harry laughed harder. “That was sickening! I knew I wasn’t going mad! You little –”

But Harry shut him up with a kiss, pressed Draco’s lips open with his tongue. The Slytherin allowed his mouth to be plundered and pulled Harry towards him, moving through the portrait hole. The portrait closed behind them and Harry let the cloak fall to the floor.

Draco pulled away reluctantly and glared at Harry for a moment before giving in and leading him over to one of the long tables. The kitchens hadn’t changed much since Harry had last visited them. The difference now was that there were no house-elves in sight.

“Where are all the elves?” Draco sat himself down on one of the tables and faced Harry.

“They leave the kitchens at midnight or so to clean the rest of the castle,” he explained. “That’s why I was a bit late. They took longer than usual today.”

“So what’s in the flask?” Harry asked, his eyes alight with curiosity. Draco smirked and licked his lips.

“Open it.” Harry didn’t need the shock down his neck to do as he was told. He pulled it out and flicked the little button to open the snake’s mouth. It parted like a spout and Harry looked inside. He could see nothing but silver. He smelled it and frowned, trying to identify the smell. It was mint and rain.

“What is this?” he asked, still confused. Draco fingered the tie on Harry’s robes and began to undo it.

“It’s me,” he answered softly. Harry shook his head.

“I don’t understand.” Draco looked as though he might blush but somehow didn’t.

“I see the way you look when I’m inside you,” he explained quietly. “You glow as though you’ve never felt such pleasure.” Harry flushed red. “I wanted to know how it feels.”

Harry stared at him for a moment, slowly putting two and two together.

“This is… polyjuice potion,” he said hesitantly. Draco nodded. “You want to fuck me… as you?” He screwed up his eyes. “You want to fuck you?” Draco shook his head.

“I want you to fuck me,” Draco explained quietly. He seemed somewhat worried. “This just makes it a little more interesting.”

Harry stared at him for a moment, unsure of how to feel on the matter. Draco didn’t have his usual confidence. It seemed he was worried Harry would be insulted by the request. It was, in fact, a request, not an order. Harry finally smiled and laughed.

“You have some issues, Malfoy,” Harry told him with a bright smirk on his face. “That are beyond my powers.” He kissed Draco deeply. “But this will be fun.”

“Shut up,” he joked back, pulling off Harry’s robe and tossing it aside. Harry laughed and held up the flask, tipping it to Draco in a form of cheers and then drinking it down.

It smelled like mint and rain but it tasted like something else entirely. There was no comprehensible flavour. It was sweet but smooth and tasted like Draco felt when he was inside Harry. The flavour was more touch than it was taste and Harry swallowed it all. He had never tasted anything quite so good and he couldn’t, for the life of him, explain it.

He handed the flask back to Draco, who slipped it into his own robes, and stood back. He waited for the familiar feeling of discomfort but it didn’t come. Instead, he felt like light and heat was pulling at every side of him and enveloping him in it. His senses overloaded and his vision blurred momentarily. He felt his body change, his skin, his bones, his hair. He felt himself grow. His hair seemed to lose all its colour as it fell down into his eyes and his glasses hurt to look through. The change stopped and Harry breathed more deeply. He felt his chest rise and fall differently. His trousers were too short and his shirt was pulling. Draco was thinner than he was, but also taller with different muscles.

Draco pulled the glasses off Harry’s face and smiled. Harry licked his lips, tasting his new flesh and looked down at his hands. They were longer and paler, so much paler. His scars were gone and replaced by different ones. He had never noticed the smaller details of Draco’s body until now.

“That is disconcerting,” Draco said quietly. Harry looked up, confused. The feeling of his brows knitting together was somehow foreign. It must have looked foreign as well. Draco never made the same kinds of faces that Harry did.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked. “Too weird?”

“Well, stranger than I thought,” he admitted. “But no. I’m seeing myself in Gryffindor colours. Like an alternate reality.” Harry laughed.

He pulled at his tie and threw it aside, trying to remove his shirt as well. His clothes felt rougher than they used to. He popped the fastening on his trousers and let them hang open, allowing him more room. Draco merely smirked beyond control. He was laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“I don’t fit in your clothes,” he explained. “I’ve also never seen myself so eager to undress.” Harry shot him a dirty look and removed his trousers completely. He was standing mostly naked in front of a fully clothed Draco and wondered how strange it might be to someone else.

“So, how do you look?” Harry asked, still getting used to the feel of Draco’s body being his own. Draco leaned back.

“I look damn good in your trunks,” he admitted. Harry moved forward and pressed himself between Draco’s legs. He felt himself getting hard, though it was strangely different. He stopped before he kissed the Slytherin and had an idea.

He ran his hands down his own chest, feeling at the little dips and rises. He touched his own nipples and gasped slightly. He let himself experience what Draco would experience at the same touches and moaned softly. Apparently, Draco’s body was one that was meant to be touched intimately.

“Oh god,” Harry breathed. “You feel everything multiplied.” Draco was breathing heavily, watching him touch himself.

“Harry,” he whispered. Harry smirked and angled his head to the side, mimicking Draco’s usual expression. The Slytherin’s eyes were taking in every detail, hungry and amazed. He was oddly surprised.

“That’s what I look like when I do that?” he whispered. “God that must get annoying. I’m so bloody arrogant.” Harry burst out laughing and wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck.

“Yeah, you are,” he conceded. “But it is pretty hot, too.” Draco let himself be kissed by his own doppelganger and, fore the first time, he tasted his own tongue. It was a severely strange experience, but not one that he particularly disliked. The only issue was that he longed to taste Harry again, somehow.

“So,” Draco hissed softly, running his hands through his lover’s hair. Harry moaned at the feel of it, a shiver running through his body. He reminded himself to run his fingers through Draco’s hair as much as possible from then on. He would remember everything and drive Draco wild. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Harry pressed their lips together and revelled in every sensation. He tasted Draco’s lips and mouth and found that even the lightest touches could drive Draco’s body wild. He ran his hands down the Slytherin’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt and robes as he went. He pushed them off his shoulders and revealed his bare chest. Harry sucked his way down Draco’s neck and lapped at the dip in his collarbone.

Draco moaned softly and buried his fingers in Harry’s (now blonde) hair. His long fingers found their way to the nape of Harry’s neck and drew circles there. Waves of heat flooded through Harry and he worried that he wouldn’t make it inside Draco, given how powerful his experiences were.

His mouth found Draco’s nipples and gently nibbled at the buds. Draco moaned more loudly and arched backward into Harry’s movements. The Slytherin pulled Harry upwards and sucked on his lower lip. Harry was learning every little detail about Draco’s body. He knew where to kiss and suck and press to make him scream.

“I want you, Harry,” Draco heaved into a kiss. “I’ve wanted you all day.” Harry hummed and pushed Draco back onto the table. He unfastened Draco’s trousers and pulled them off, tossing them to the side along with his pants. He left Draco naked and panting on the table. Harry climbed on top of him, kicking off his own trunks and sliding his knees to the side to grind their erections together.

It was clear that the most sensitive part of Draco was his cock. The slightest touch made him moan with wanting. Harry cried out as he pressed their bodies together. Draco pulled him into a heated kiss and refused to let him go. Harry dragged his hand down Draco’s side and wrapped it around both of their shafts. The other pulled one of Draco’s arms up over his head and he laced their fingers together. Draco ran his fingers upward from Harry’s neck to the back of his head, insisting on continuing the kiss. He would not let up.

Harry finally managed to pull away and kissed a trail down Draco’s stomach. He moved down the Slytherin’s body and finally came to his erection. Harry looked up at his lover while he flicked at the head with his tongue. Draco gasped as he watched. Harry pressed his tongue to the base of Draco’s cock and licked a thick, wet line up to the head before swirling it around the crown. Draco threw his head back and fought the urge to scream. Harry smiled and continued further. He pressed his lips to Draco’s cock and sucked gently at various intervals. Finally, his lips parted and pulled as much of the Slytherin’s shaft into his mouth as he could. He sucked gently, trying very hard not to do anything wrong. Harry had never done this before.

“Oh, god,” Draco said before he could stop himself. “Harry, god!” His body tensed and he fought against his climax. Harry pulled away and bit Draco’s hip hard, attempting to do what the Slytherin had done for him a few days earlier. Draco moaned and fought the end.

“In me,” he breathed, through panting. “Harry, I want you in me. Now.”

Harry couldn’t fight the smile on his face. Draco wasn’t begging, but he was panting for him. He wanted Harry so bad it hurt and the Gryffindor was more than pleased.

He paused momentarily worried about the next part. Draco was staring at him with lust in his eyes. Harry kissed his navel. Draco cued in and summoned a small bottle from inside his discarded robes with the wand he had placed on the table before this started. Harry caught the bottle and poured out some of the liquid onto his fingers. He coated them and then leaned in to kiss Draco again, his fingers carefully probing at the Slytherin’s entrance.

Draco held his breath as Harry pushed in slowly with two fingers. He had expected it to be more painful than it was. Harry slid his fingers in as deep as he could and watched Draco’s eyes shut and his head angle back from the feeling. He slid in and out carefully, eventually adding a finger and continuing the motion. Draco moaned as he never had before and Harry wondered if it really mattered that he was polyjuiced to match his lover. Perhaps what Draco had really wanted was for Harry to know how Draco felt when they fucked.

“You want more?” Harry asked silkily, mimicking Draco’s tones. The Slytherin was panting hard.


“Fuck yes,” Draco answered. He opened his eyes and looked at Harry. Their eyes locked and Harry slid between Draco’s legs to place himself. He did not look away from Draco for a moment. He poured more of the liquid onto his erection and nuzzled it against Draco’s bum. He took a deep breath, holding the Slytherin’s legs around his waist and pushed in.

They both cried out, unable to control it. The abrupt tightness and heat around Harry’s cock was overwhelming. He stopped moving, afraid it would end way too fast. Draco’s arms reached out and grasped the edges of the table. He was still staring at Harry.

“God you feel great,” Harry admitted, panting as well. Draco clenched around him and Harry groaned. He started to move and slid in and out slowly, trying to build up momentum. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist more tightly and pulled him in deeper. Harry pushed in harder and faster, needing to make Draco scream out his name, scream it out so everyone in the castle could hear it.

Draco suddenly opened his eyes and pulled Harry forward to kiss him. He held Harry against his chest and rolled them so that he was now on top and Harry was lying flat against the wood. Draco then sat up impaling himself fully on Harry’s length and threw his head back, looking up. Harry followed his movement, sure he had never seen a sexier image in his life, and realized that there was one even better than that.

The ceiling of the kitchens was covered in massive mirrors. He did not remember seeing them before and wondered if Draco had set them up.

He saw Draco, with a collar around his neck, lying flat on his back while another Draco lifted and slid himself back down on his cock. Harry nearly came from the image. He never would have imagined how hot it would be to see Draco ultimately fucking himself, but it was.

“Draco, ah, god,” he moaned his hands wrapping around Draco’s hips. The Slytherin smiled and threw his head back in pleasure as he pushed himself onto Harry until the Gryffindor was sure he had completely engulfed him. He bucked into the movements and hit the sweet spot deep inside his lover.

Draco moaned and cried out, moving faster and faster on top of Harry. Harry couldn’t last much longer.

“Come for me, Draco,” he said huskily. “Let me hear you scream my name.”

Draco was taught and stretched to his limit. He shook and tensed as his climax washed over him.
“Harry!” he screamed, whether or not he wanted to. Harry watched as Draco’s shaft exploded onto his stomach and felt his own end ripple through him with the screaming of his name.

“Ahh, Draco!” Harry cried as well, spilling into his lover. Draco was breathing heavily and lowered himself onto Harry to lie there with him. He kissed the Gryffindor softly as Harry pulled out.

He laid down on top of Harry and propped himself up on his elbows. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. The Slytherin stared into his almost perfect reflection and smiled. With his index finger he traced an invisible lightning bolt shaped scar on Harry’s forehead. Harry smiled.

He realized, then, that this whole plan was, indeed, more for Harry’s benefit than it was for Draco’s. He ran his hands along Draco’s spine and they lay there in silence for a while.

“When do the house-elves come back?” Harry asked after a while. Draco hummed softly.

“Around four in the morning,” he answered. He rolled off Harry and lay on his side, next to him. “You going somewhere?”

“Well, we do need to get back,” he answered. Draco shook his head.

“You can’t leave until this wears off,” he informed the Gryffindor. Harry didn’t see why not. He had the cloak. It wasn’t as though he had to worry about someone seeing him.

“Why?”

“Because I need to see you before you leave,” Draco answered. Harry swallowed hard and looked up into the mirror at his reflection as Draco. Maybe Hermione and everyone else were, in fact, wrong. Maybe this was real.

“Draco?” he asked, tentatively. The blonde murmured in reply. “What happens at the end of the week?”

“I told you,” he answered. “the choker falls off.” Harry sighed softly and nodded.

“Right.”

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Author’s Note: Guess what kiddies! I’m back and I bring you SMUT. So it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything at all and I apologize deeply for that. I had some very personal demons to work out but I think I’ve done with them. Don’t worry, I kicked their asses. Mostly, anyway. This is my triumphant (not so triumphant) return! I intend to finish this bloody story, as well as The Space Between, though I may have to rework the ideas for that one. I don’t know what’s going ON in the Harry Potter fandom world anymore.

Also, I realized I made an absolutely ridiculous mistake in this story. I realize it was kind of meant to be just a smutfest and nothing else really (PWP, really) but there should have been some continuity. I apparently ignored that and not only decided to give Harry and Draco Potions two days in a row, but also with two separate teachers (though I edited it now). I’m an idiot. How did I not notice?? Did no one else notice? Did someone notice and TELL me and I didn’t actually understand?

I fail at life.

Anyway I hope you like this chapter. It was the chapter I was most excited to write when I started this fic and then never got to it. Here I am. I enjoyed it.

I love you all. Seriously. Love.