Funerals and Weddings

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Chapter the Fortieth: A Little Sex Education
6 January, late afternoon
Hogwarts Room of Requirement

Idly tracing patterns onto Harry’s chest, Draco worked up his courage to ask Harry about something that had happened earlier. Clearing his throat, he said, “Er, Harry?”

“Umm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Er, well, earlier this morning, when you kissed me, after you, um, went down on me, I could…that is, I tasted…is that how I taste?” Draco finished his stumbling question in a rush of words.

Harry lifted his head off the pillow slightly to look at the back of Draco’s head, which was still lying on his chest. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “Did, uh, does it bother you? I mean, I won’t kiss you again—after, I mean—if I, um, if it disgusts you.”

“No,” Draco answered quickly, turning his head so he could see Harry. “It’s…rather the opposite. Tasting myself, mixed with the way you taste is…” he trailed off, unsure of how to express how arousing it was.

“Hot?” Harry arched a brow and continued in a lowered voice. “Sexy? Erotic?”

“Yeah,” Draco whispered, then cleared his throat and went on at a normal volume. “It is. If someone had just told me that, I wouldn’t have believed them. I mean, it’s a bit disgusting, really, if you think on it. But in practise…well, it’s definitely not. But Harry…”

“Yeah?”

“I…I want to know how you taste. I want you to taste yourself when I kiss you.”

Harry could feel himself hardening again at Draco’s words. “Um…I don’t know what to say, other than…go for it?” He laughed a little.

Draco shifted and flushed a little. “That’s just it, Harry. I don’t…know how…to do it.”

Draco rolled onto his side and propped himself up with an elbow, chin resting in his palm. Harry shoved a pillow behind his back and scooted into a semi-sitting position before looking at the blond and asking, “Draco, have you had sex before?”

“Yes—but only with girls. I’ve never…with another bloke,” he replied.

Harry grinned. “Well, then, I guess we each know something about sex the other doesn’t. I’ve never been with a girl.”

Draco grinned back at him. “Well, not that I’ve had actual sex—yet—with a man, but I’d say so far you aren’t missing anything. What we’ve done…I like it better than the sex I’ve had with girls.”

Harry felt himself get even harder. “Shit, Draco, you’re making me hard again here.” When Draco laughed, Harry smacked his arm half-heartedly. “Just out of curiosity, how many girls have you been with?”

“Three,” Draco said. “What about you—I mean, how many boys have you had sex with?”

“Just one,” Harry replied.

Draco stared at him. “Oh Merlin, don’t tell me you lost your virginity to that…that Huffleduff.”

Harry looked slightly offended. “Hey, Justin’s a good bloke. But no, I never had sex with Justin. We did other things—but never got as far as actual sex.”

“So who was it then?” Draco asked. “I haven’t noticed you dating any other boys here at Hogwarts.”

“He’s not here at Hogwarts. It was a guy I met in London this past summer. His name’s Jason.”

“A Muggle?”

“Yeah, so?” Harry responded a bit defensively.

“So nothing,” Draco placated him. “I was just asking. I didn’t mean anything by it. Probably a hell of a lot easier for you to date a Muggle, I guess, seeing as who you are.”

Harry smiled a little sheepishly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be like that. I didn’t go out with Jason because he was a Muggle, but I guess you’re right—it was nice not to have to worry about seeing something stupid like “The Boy-Who-Lived-to-Like-Boys” splashed on the front of the Prophet.”

Draco tilted his head and looked at Harry. “But you didn’t hide the fact you were dating Finch-Fletchley—are you not worried about it now?”

“No, not particularly. I mean, I don’t want my sexual preferences blasted across the front page of the newspapers, but I’m comfortable being gay now. When I was seeing Jason…I was still trying to figure things out and didn’t know how my friends would take the news…so it was nice to have some, well, privacy to get that sorted.” Harry explained.

Then something occurred to Harry. “Um, Draco, I know we’re keeping the fact that we’re together a secret for now, but if it should get out…well, you know as well as I do that it will likely make the papers. Would it bother you—being outed that way?”

Draco thought about it for a moment. “Well, if the Prophet were to find out about it, I would have probably been outed to at least part of Hogwarts already—I mean, how else would the Prophet find out? I think I’d be more concerned about what they’d say about you if the news of our relationship got out.”

“Why do say that?” Harry asked.

“C’mon, Harry. Just imagine what the papers would say about the Golden Boy dating the son of a convicted Death Eater!” Draco said, somewhat bitterly.

“Yeah,” Harry said slowly. “You’re right. They’d probably accuse you of Imperiusing me or something. Never mind that I can fight off the Imperius Curse pretty well.”

“You can?” asked Draco, surprised.

“Yeah—back in fourth year, didn’t the fake Mad-Eye put your class under the Imperius and have you fight it off?”

Draco nodded, remembering. “Oh, right. I’d forgotten. That was bloody hard! I still don’t know if I could fight it off if someone really powerful was using it on me—I mean, Moody, er, Crouch, was no light-weight but he wasn’t trying to really control us for his own purposes, you know? It was well into the second lesson that I finally got it—I think it was around the tenth time he’d put it on me by then—and only Blaise did it in less tries than me. I don’t think Crabbe and Goyle ever managed to shake it off!”

Harry laughed. “What, those mental giants? I’d have never guessed!”

Draco snickered. “How long did it take you Harry?”

“Oh, I dunno,” Harry hedged. He hated talking about things that made it sound like he was bragging. “Several, I guess. I don’t really remember.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “Bullshit. You’re a terrible liar. How many tries did it take you? Fifteen? Twenty? Fifty?”

Draco egged Harry into answering with his smirk and a poke to his ribs each time he said a number.

“Argh! Quit poking me!” Harry grumbled. “Fine. I’ll tell you. I did it in four.”

“Four?!?” Draco sat up. “Wow, Harry, that’s really impressive. Why wouldn’t you just tell me?”

“I dunno,” Harry mumbled, flushing. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Are you…embarrassed? Why are you embarrassed by doing something well?” Draco was genuinely curious.

“I…guess I just don’t like the attention. I get enough attention from people as it is and I don’t need any more. Besides, when Voldemort put the Imperius on me—”

“What?” Draco interrupted.

Harry grimaced. He hadn’t meant to let that slip. “Yeah, Voldemort put it on me the night he came back.”

“Did…did you fight it off?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Harry! You fought off the Imperius Curse when it was cast on you by one of the most powerful wizards ever? And you don’t think that’s a big deal?” Draco looked positively incredulous.

Harry shrugged uncomfortably.

Draco watched his face closely. It amazed him that Harry was honestly embarrassed by talking about his own accomplishments! That was certainly something that Draco didn’t have a problem with—then again, he’d grown up a Malfoy and Harry hadn’t. Draco had learned at an early age to crow about his own accomplishments. It really made him re-think a lot of what he’d believed about Harry the first five years he’d known him.

“You know, Harry, I imagine modesty is considered by many people to be a desirable character trait. I can’t say I know anything about that, but I think perhaps you’re taking it a bit too far. I think you’ve crossed over the line from being modest into being ashamed of your abilities. And that’s not right. You’re a powerful wizard, Harry. You should be proud of it, not trying to hide it as if it’s some dirty secret.”

“It’s not that I’m trying to hide it, exactly. And I’m not ashamed of being a wizard. It’s just that…well, I really do hate the attention. I guess it’s from when I was a kid. I never wanted to draw attention to myself, because inevitably I would get in trouble for something or Dudley would try to beat the shit out of me. It was so much better when I was able to be invisible…shit…” Harry trailed off with an odd expression on his face.

Draco was puzzled. “What is it Harry?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just realised something. I…I hope you won’t be angry, but it’s not something I’m ready to…tell you about yet,” Harry replied with a worried look at Draco.

Draco studied Harry a moment then nodded. “That’s all right Harry, I understand. Of course, I wish…I wish we weren’t starting off with so much bad history. I mean, we’re only just now really starting to get to know one another. But I can respect the fact that there are some things that you’d rather keep to yourself right now—just as I know you’ll respect that there are some things I’m not ready to tell you yet.”

Harry looked relieved. “Of course I’ll respect that. I—I’m glad you understand. We can talk about things as we’re comfortable with them.”

He smiled then and teased, “And speaking of talking, I believe you promised to tell me about your life before Hogwarts, since I told you about mine.”

“True,” Draco said. “But can we talk about it later? I know talking about Lucius will just piss me off and the train will be arriving soon—I don’t want to spend the end of our time together today getting worked up about Lucius. Is that all right? I promise to tell you later.”

“Yeah, sure,” Harry replied, not wanting to push too hard. “Later then.”

“Besides…” Draco said, lowering himself to lie atop of Harry. “I can think of several other things we could…discuss.”

Harry smiled slowly. “I can think of something that your mouth would be good at doing, although I wouldn’t call it ‘discussing.’ That is…if you want to…”

Draco’s eyes darkened to the pewter colour that signified his arousal. “Yeah, I do. But I’m not sure…”

“Just…think about what I’ve done to you and if it felt good to you, well, it will probably feel good to me too. One word of advice: keep your teeth covered by your lips, all right?” Harry grinned.

Draco gave him a half-smile back. “Good advice—wouldn’t want to damage the merchandise, now would I? But you’ll tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like, won’t you Harry? I—”

Harry cut Draco off the best way he knew how: he pulled him down into a slow, deep kiss that made his head spin. When they broke apart, Draco’s breathing had noticeably speeded up.

“Don’t obsess, Draco,” Harry said, stroking his boyfriend’s shoulders. “You don’t have to do it. But if you do want to, don’t worry if I’ll like it or not—of course I’m going to like it! One, I’m a bloke and two, what’s not to like about being sucked off?”

Draco laughed, as Harry had hoped he would. “Fine, be it on your head if I mess things up.”

Harry groaned. “Ugh, what a terrible pun!”

Realising what he’d said, Draco laughed again. “Bloody hell, it was! It wasn’t intentional, trust me.”

“Well, to prevent any further acts of unintentional punning, perhaps you’d better shut up and kiss me,” Harry said, rolling his hips lazily against Draco’s. Just in case Draco needed further encouragement, he switched to Parseltongue and hissed, “Kisssss me now, Draco.”

Draco wasted no time in complying. The kiss was hungry and Harry responded eagerly. He ran his tongue piercing over Draco’s lips and arched his hips. Feeling the beginnings of Draco’s arousal against his own hard member made him moan. Draco echoed the moan as he rubbed himself back against Harry, establishing a slow, rolling rhythm.

Impatient, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and rolled him over. He began kissing his way down Draco’s neck. Finding the same spot he’d enjoyed the night before, he bit down softly and sucked the flesh against his tongue, teasing it with his barbell.

Draco gasped at the delicious sensation of Harry’s hot mouth, wet tongue and cool barbell against his skin. He arched his neck to give Harry better access. When Harry began licking his way down his chest, Draco realised he needed to take control before he completely lost himself and forgot his goal. He bucked upwards and flipped Harry onto his back. Straddling his dark-haired boyfriend, he smirked down at him.

“You’ve had your turn. It’s my turn to play now,” he said.

Returning the nips and licks Harry had given his own neck, Draco slowly made his way down Harry’s body. He ran his tongue roughly over one of Harry’s flat nipples and delighted in the gasp Harry gave. Sucking on the nipple made Harry moan and clutch Draco’s head to his chest. After giving the other nipple equal treatment, Draco kissed and licked his way down the smooth ripples of Harry’s abs. Teasing his belly button with the tip of his tongue caused Harry to buck upwards and gasp his name. Enjoying the reaction this elicited from his lover, Draco continued to tease the indentation until Harry was writhing beneath him.

“Draco, please…” Harry panted.

Relenting, Draco followed the line of dark hair down to the springy black curls surrounding Harry’s erection. The scent of Harry’s arousal was so much stronger here and so enticing. He trailed his fingertips along the inside of Harry’s lightly haired thighs and smiled as Harry shuddered and spread his legs farther apart.

Grasping the base of Harry’s turgid penis with his right hand, he pulled it away from where it rested on his stomach. Licking his lips, Draco dipped just the tip of his tongue into the shallow slit at the head of Harry’s cock and tasted the slightly salty essence of his lover for the first time.

The teasing touch caused Harry to inhale sharply and jerk his hips. His hands fisted in the sheets and he clenched his teeth to keep from begging.

Relishing the heady feeling of the power he held over Harry’s pleasure and wanting to enjoy the taste of his lover again, Draco circled his tongue around the head, licking up the milky-white liquid. He heard Harry’s moan and felt the twitch of his hips. Calling to mind the way Harry’s mouth had devastated him, Draco opened his mouth and took as much of Harry’s length as he could into his mouth, then sucked upwards.

If Harry had thought the feel of Draco’s tongue licking his head was intense, it was nothing compared to the sensation of his warm, wet mouth sucking his shaft deep. “More,” he gasped.

Draco began to work Harry in earnest, swirling his tongue as he moved up and down his cock. He used his fist wrapped around the base to stroke Harry in time with his mouth. He ran his tongue in firm strokes along the vein on the underside of Harry’s cock and teased the foreskin by nipping at it just with his lips. Using his free hand, he reached down to gently stroke Harry’s heavy testicles.

Harry’s hands were fisted in Draco’s hair now and his head was tossing on the pillow beneath it. If Draco’s forearms weren’t braced on the tops of thighs, he’d be fucking Draco’s mouth by now. Instead, he mindlessly babbled, words of praise and encouragement falling out of his mouth: “Gods, yes…Draco…oh, yeah…more. Harder, yes, oh yesss…holy…oh gods, that’s…oh…oh, so close…more, hard…I’m…Draco, please…AH! YES!”

Harry’s rambling, along with the tension he felt in his body, clued Draco in on Harry’s impending orgasm. Sucking hard, he worked his tongue around the head and kept his fist moving rapidly. He felt Harry’s body stiffen and freeze a split second before spurts of warm semen filled his mouth. Draco managed to keep from gagging, but just barely. He swallowed what he could quickly, then moved to lick up the splatters on Harry’s twitching cock and his stomach. It was…a titillating experience, having someone come in your mouth, Draco decided. Now that he knew what to expect, he figured he’d do a better job of swallowing everything in one go with practise.

Smirking to himself, he slid up Harry’s rapidly rising and falling chest. Harry’s eyes were closed and his face was flushed as he worked to catch his breath. Draco closed his mouth over Harry’s, sweeping his tongue inside to tangle with Harry’s. Harry moaned as he tasted himself and let Draco control the kiss; he was too limp to move.

Draco sat back and surveyed his lover. “You look thoroughly debauched, Harry,” he said, the pleasure evident in his voice.

Harry opened one eye. “So do you,” he mumbled back, letting his eye close again. Then both of his eyes flew wide open. Draco was straddling his chest, slowing working his erection.

Harry groaned; the sight of Draco, naked, sitting on his chest while he stroked himself off was so incredibly sexy. He moved one hand to take over for Draco, but Draco pushed it aside.

“No, just watch,” he whispered, stroking himself faster.

Not even the sudden appearance of fifty dementors would have caused Harry to look away. His gaze wandered between the fist working the cock just inches from his face and Draco’s flushed face. “You are so damn hot,” he breathed.

Draco was already close from sucking Harry off. Watching Harry watch him had him coming within only a few minutes. After stroking himself to finish, he collapsed on Harry’s chest, heedless of the seed he’d just released all over it. He sighed when he felt Harry’s arms come up to wrap around him.

“Gods, Draco…that was…ah, amazing. All of it.”

Draco smiled, pleased that he’d brought Harry such obvious pleasure with his first-ever attempt at a blowjob. Moving to lie at Harry’s side, he grabbed his wand from the bedside table and cleansed them both. Resting his head on Harry’s chest, he began stroking the soft skin.

“You sure?” he said, trying not to snicker. “Because I was thinking I could probably use more practise.”

Harry groaned. “How can that turn me on and frighten me at the same time?”

Draco laughed. “Where’s that Gryffindor courage, Harry?”

“I think you swallowed it,” Harry muttered under his breath.

Draco snorted at Harry’s crude comment. “I always thought the expressions were ‘swallow your fears’ and ‘work up your courage’.”

“Oh, my ‘courage’ got ‘worked up’, alright,” Harry grinned. “You should know, you did the working. And seeing as how you just gave me a fan-fucking-tastic blowjob, I’d say you ‘swallowed your fears’ admirably.”

“Ugh!” Draco groaned, sitting up and laughing. “Enough! This conversation is over!”

Harry sat up as well, still smiling. Grabbing Draco’s boxers and jeans, he tossed them square in his lover’s face. “C’mon, prat. We’ve got to go.”

They dressed quickly, Draco taking some extra time to tidy his hair. Smirking, he put glamours on the red marks visible on both he and Harry’s necks. Just as they were about to leave the room, Harry pulled Draco in for one last kiss.

“I meant what I said earlier, Draco. You’re amazing. Every time I’m with you, I just want you more,” he said seriously.

Draco’s eyes softened as he smiled. “Ibid.”

Harry blinked at him. “What?”

“Ibid,” Draco repeated. “Haven’t you ever written a research paper? Instead of writing out the same source over and over again, you can just say—”

“Ibid,” Harry finished Draco’s sentence for him. “Gotcha. Sounds like something Hermione would say. Couldn’t you have just said ‘ditto’?”

Draco sniffed. “How common.”

Harry laughed. “And you are definitely not common,” he said dryly. “Listen, you go out first and I’ll follow in a few minutes. I’ll talk to Hermione later tonight about…us. OK?”

Draco nodded. “Why are you so nervous about talking to her? Do you really think she’ll react badly?”

“No, I just…it’s nothing. Maybe I’ll tell you later. I don’t want to say anything now, it might jinx me.”

“Will you let me know what she says?” Draco asked, starting to feel a bit concerned.

Harry nodded. “Of course. Though I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out at breakfast tomorrow, based on whether she’s sitting with me or not.” He tried a smile, but it fell flat.

Draco frowned. “I don’t think I want to wait until tomorrow. Can you meet me tonight, after you talk to her?”

“Yeah, all right. I’ll meet you outside your dorm at midnight. That should give me plenty of time to talk to her,” Harry replied, smiling more genuinely at the thought of seeing Draco again that night.

Draco looked puzzled. “Uh, Harry, don’t you think it would be better for us to meet here? I mean, how would you explain being down in the dungeons if Filch or someone were to catch you?”

Harry hesitated, then realised that his subconscious had already made up his mind for him by suggesting he meet Draco at the Slytherin dormitory. “Don’t worry, I won’t be seen. Just don’t yell if I…appear rather suddenly.” He smirked at Draco’s expression.

Seeing Harry’s smirk dried up Draco’s questions. If Harry was smirking, he must be pretty confident.

“If you say so,” he replied lightly, then kissed Harry’s mouth quickly. “See you later then. Good luck.”

With that, Draco left. After a few minutes, Harry departed the Room of Requirement as well. He hoped he was just being paranoid about revealing his relationship to Hermione, but somehow he had a bad feeling he was going to need all the luck he could get.

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A/N: Makes sense that Draco would be a natural at oral sex, now doesn’t it? *smirk* Don’t you wonder if Harry’s fears are legitimate in regard to his upcoming chat with Hermione? Reviews R Radical! (teehee)

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