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Sags Nicht	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 25726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry was horrified, in some small part of himself, at how he was acting. Draco Malfoy was straddling him, that firm, perfect ass pressed against an erection Harry was embarrassed to have. Not only that, but the blonde was pressing his own hard cock against Harry’s stomach and rather than feeling disgusted or violated, Harry wanted to feel more. He wanted Draco’s hot breath against his skin, his wet tongue and sharp teeth tasting his neck and ear. He wanted to feel. To feel something good and pleasurable and even if it was dangerous, he didn’t care. He reached up, grinding against Draco’s ass again as he felt those teeth against his skin once more, and tugged the Slytherin’s shirt buttons open one at a time. The blonde wore no robes or tie, though Harry did and Draco immediately sought to remedy that imbalance.
He dragged Harry up to a sitting position, pressing their mouths and bodies together as he shoved Harry’s robes down and off his shoulders before flinging that heinous red and gold tie off somewhere to the side. He felt Harry shoving his shirt off his shoulders and tensed. Harry felt the blonde go rigid in his arms and locked their eyes together as he determinedly continued to remove Draco’s shirt. He saw neither fear in those grey eyes, nor any shame…just wariness as he allowed Harry – albeit reluctantly – to remove his shirt.
Without flinching, or removing his eyes from Draco’s, Harry let the white shirt fall to the floor and grasped the pale boy’s left arm loosely, dragging it up between them. Only when Draco’s eyes dropped to the black ink marring his skin did Harry allow his own eyes to do the same. He stared at the Dark Mark for a long moment, silent, and Draco allowed it. The blonde took heart from the fact that Harry’s erection was still pressed firmly against his ass and that the Gryffindor looked merely curious as he studied the skull and snake tattoo – not disgusted or angry.
Then those green eyes rose to meet his again, tanned fingers still wrapped loosely around Draco’s pale wrist, holding his arm at nearly shoulder level. In a calm, soft voice Harry said. “I knew what you were before I walked in here. I knew what you were before you kissed me and before I kissed you back. I knew what you were before I saw this.” He brushed his thumb lightly over the tattoo and Draco shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed as it made his skin tingle. “I always knew, Draco. This changes nothing.”
For a single moment Draco wondered whether the ‘this’ Harry referred to was the Dark Mark on his arm or their talk or their current intimacy before all thought fled his mind and his eyes flew open in shock. “Harry…” He gasped, staring at the brunette, stunned.
That dark, messy head was bent, his eyes closed and his glasses set off to the side (When had that happened?) and his dark pink tongue was tracing the lines of the Dark Mark. Draco’s whole body convulsed with unexpected pleasure as Harry continued to drag his hot, wet tongue over the tattoo Draco both loved and hated in equal measure. He had never realized it was so sensitive…at least, not to any sensation other than searing, mind-numbing pain.
Finally, after several minutes of the most exquisite torture Draco had ever felt, he tugged his arm away. Harry made a small mewling sound of protest until Draco practically ripped his shirt off of him and he pressed him back down onto the floor. He ran pale, slender fingers down Harry’s tanned chest and the boy beneath him mewled again, arching upwards into his touch as though starved for it. For pleasure and desire and human contact. As starved for it as Draco himself was. Suddenly desperately impatient, Draco grabbed his wand from where it laid on the ground beside Harry’s spelled the rest of their clothing into a pile on the floor.
“Your locking spells…” Draco murmured as he leaned down again and pressed hot, sweat-slicked skin to hot, sweat-slicked skin and squirmed his way between Harry’s trembling thighs. “They’ll hold, won’t they? No one can get in?”
Harry groaned, wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist and fisting a hand in silky blonde hair. He thrust his hips up, moaning - into the hot-and-desperate-kiss he’d initiated – at the delicious friction. When Draco pulled his mouth away, panting, and stared at him expectantly, he remembered the question.
“They’ll hold against Filch since he’s a Squib, and against most students.” Harry stated confidently. “’Mione and Ginny and maybe a few others could break them and the staff, of course…” He dragged Draco’s mouth back to his and arched against him again before whispering in Draco’s ear. “I don’t care. I don’t care how dangerous this is for both of us, Draco; I just need to feel alive…”
With a hoarse moan Draco waved his wand, lubricating his hard cock before the piece of hawthorne clattered to the ground beside Harry’s own holly wand. “Me either.” Draco whispered, pressing the tip of his erection against Harry’s hole. “Just want to feel this…feel you…be inside you…”
He kissed Harry again, quickly but fiercely, before muttering darkly. “Damn the Dark Lord and my father and damn Albus and the Order and damn the Ministry and damn the consequences…for right now, you’re mine.”
Harry whimpered and nodded almost frantically. “Yours, Draco, only yours…please…need this so much…”
And needing no further encouragement Draco pushed forward, thrusting hard and fast and deep until his cock was buried completely in the hot, tight ass of Harry Potter. It was only then that he noticed the keening scream still echoing through the bathroom and how stiff Harry was in his arms and the loud, gasping sobs leaving the mouth of the boy beneath him. And in that moment he realized just how rough he’d been. And in the next moment that followed he knew, in some part of himself, that he’d just taken the virginity of The-Boy-Who-Lived, with no preparation, on the floor of a bathroom.
“I’m sorry…” Draco whispered, pressing rapid kisses over Harry’s face, his heart aching as he tasted the salt of Harry’s tears on his lips. “I’m so sorry…I didn’t realize…”
Harry took a deep, shuddering breath and tightened his legs around Draco’s waist. “Move.” He demanded in a hoarse voice. “I don’t care about danger, Draco, or pain. I just need to feel alive…I need to feel connected, however briefly, to someone who understands and that’s you…only you…”
Unable to deny the plea in Harry’s voice or the need in his deep green eyes, Draco began to move. Slowly at first, letting Harry’s body loosen and adjust, then faster and harder as the Gryffindor began to whimper and mewl and claw at his back. He gripped Harry’s hips tightly and knew he’d leave bruises and suddenly he felt Harry tighten around him and teeth bit into his shoulder; sharp points of pain so stark against the pleasure racing through his blood that he tumbled off the edge, into oblivion.
When he was able to focus again, he was collapsed on top of Harry – still inside his body – with a warm, sticky wetness coating the skin where their stomachs touched. Harry was breathing deeply and Draco could feel Harry’s heart beating erratically against his chest. The Gryffindor was making a contented purring sound deep in his throat as he gently stroked his hands over Draco’s still sweat-dampened back. Draco felt calmer and more at peace than he had all year. It might have scared him if he hadn’t felt so damned good.
“Mmmm…Draco?” Harry’s voice was a breathy murmur that made Draco’s heart jump. “S’not safe to stay here for so long, you know…” He sighed softly, before letting out another little purr. “Next time you go to the Room of Requirement, I’ll wait for you outside under my cloak. When you’re done, we can go back in and be on a bed.”
Draco wanted to snarl that this wouldn’t be happening ever again. He wanted to tell Harry that he couldn’t be saved…that he didn’t want to be saved. He wanted to demand that Harry stay away from both him and the Room of Requirement. He wanted to scream what his task was so that Harry would understand how futile this all was. He wanted to run away.
Instead, he stared down into soft, satisfied green eyes and whispered. “This can’t change anything, Harry. I still have to hate you and I still have to perform my task and someday I might have to stand across a battlefield from you and cast an Unforgivable. At you, at your friends, at innocent people…”
Harry nodded. “I still have my own task to complete. I still have to hate you and be suspicious of you and fight with you. And one day I might have to capture you and hand you over to the Ministry, or kill you.” Those green eyes were still soft and satisfied and Harry added. “If I wait, will you go back in with me, to a bed? To touch and taste and feel alive and connected while we still can?”
“It’s dangerous.” Draco whispered, looking over his shoulder at the door to emphasize his point, as though it needed emphasizing. “We’ll be seen as traitors. Killed or tortured or a million other things…if we’re caught.” He took a shaky breath and met Harry’s depthless eyes somberly. “And you know that if we keep doing this, we will be caught eventually.”
“I know.” Harry smiled. “And I don’t care. They can call us traitors, and maybe we are because I’m sure we’ll talk as well as touch, and we’ll say things we shouldn’t. We already have, after all.” He shrugged his awkward non-shrug again. “And I don’t care, because after all they’ve asked of us, we have a right to this, for as long as it lasts. And fuck them all.”
With no more words – just a silent nod of agreement from Draco – they cleaned themselves up and dressed. Harry left first and as he shot Draco one last smoldering look before slipping out the door, Draco felt sick to his stomach. Pleased to already be in a bathroom, Draco ran to a toilet where he was violently ill. Finally his stomach was empty, though his body continued to heave and shake. When at last even that had stopped Draco went and rinsed out his mouth at a sink, splashing cold water on his hot face.
As he stared into the same cracked mirror as earlier, he did his best to accept why he’d just been so ill. Harry Potter was falling in love with a Death Eater. And Draco Malfoy had a terrible feeling he might just be able to love him back. And what hope was there for them when they had both betrayed their sides – and would do so again – but only to each other? Neither was a spy and though they betrayed their Masters, Draco knew instinctively that they would never betray each other and what sort of traitors did that make them anyway? It was ridiculous, all of it. A Death Eater and the Savior of the Wizarding World.
Who, Draco couldn’t help but think, had lovingly and very-pleasurably licked his Dark Mark. Oh yes, this was very dangerous indeed. Draco feared now not just for his own life, but for Harry’s as well. Not just for his own sanity and safety, but Harry’s as well. And as if all of that weren’t enough – And really, shouldn’t it be? - he also feared for both their hearts. No, this wasn’t good. Not good at all. And yet, as dangerous as he knew it was, for so many reasons, Draco knew he wouldn’t stop. Harry Potter was quite possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him and he’d give him up for nothing. He was, after all, a Slytherin.
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