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Trap Door	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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///Italic = cupid

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DAY: ::SEVEN::

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The bathroom door opened slowly and Harry slouched out, head down and puppy
eyes directed upwards to Draco. The Gryffindor stopped in front of Draco and
showed his nervousness with frightened looks and fidgeting hands.

The blond brought his hand to his cheek and caressed it gently, before he
inclined his head and kissed Harry�s other cheek.

Every muscle in Harry�s body was tense, he was petrified. His eyes were opened
wide and he didn�t dare look at Draco. The Slytherin turned away from him and
went to the wardrobe.

�What was that for?� he asked through the room and Draco looked up behind an
opened wardrobe door.

�That was meant to calm you and show you, that you didn�t do any wrong. Come
over here and get some clothes or you�ll catch a cold.�

Harry didn�t know what he should think or say because of the kiss. Therefore he
didn�t say a thing and walked over to the wardrobe, grabbing some random
clothes that were swat out of his hands and replaced through others, before he
even could think about an appropriate protest.

�You will not wear those rags anymore. They are poison for my precious eyes and
I like my eyes. Here, put these on.�

�But-But these are yours.�

�I know.�

�I can�t wear them. These are yours.�

�Potter, when I say you�ll wear them. What will you do?�

�Wear them???�

�Good boy.�

Harry cringed at the mentioning of those words. Oh oh
d�j�-vu; again was the dream back in his mind. He inhaled sharply and turned
away.

Draco noticed the change in his behaviour, but didn�t say anything. He looked
behind Harry, walking back to the bathroom, and again landed his eyes on the
towel clad little arse of the Gryffindor.

The desire to touch this arse and roam his hands over the rest of this
gorgeous, well-build body was obvious and became stronger, especially after
this morning. God, it was only some hour in the morning and he already learned
that Harry had a thing for him. And his subconscious knew that this feeling was
mutual, but his consciousness didn�t accept this fact � not now. Although his thoughts or behaviour were sometimes obvious.

Both put on their clothes -Harry in the bathroom, Draco in front of the
wardrobe- and began the day.

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The rest of the day was awkward. Draco tried to talk to Harry about everything,
just to cheer him up, but the dark-haired boy refused. He was often in the
bathroom or sitting in a corner of the room and always a book in front of his
face. One felt, that he was still embarrassed and ashamed, Draco felt it too.

Although they were just living for a few days together, Draco could read Harry
like an open book. This boy wasn�t hiding anything. Every emotion was mirrored
in his eyes, in his posture and in his behaviour. Draco let him alone for the
day, keeping as much distance between them as possible in one room.

It wouldn�t do any good, if he would strain the topic again. Harry had to work
it out himself and arrange with his feelings.

The funny thing about it was, at least for Draco, that he accepted the feelings
of Harry for him easier, than Harry himself.

~~~

It was the late evening and Draco came out of the bathroom, having taken a
shower. The lights were dimmed, but the fireplace gave enough light to find the
bed. It was his turn to sleep on the floor and didn�t bother with looking at
the huge bed. Draco went around the armchairs and looked down at Harry, who
stared back.

�What are you doing down there? The bed is yours tonight.�

�You can have it!�

�And that is why?�

�Doesn�t matter. Just take the offer. I however know
that you hate it to sleep on the floor. I think you would say it�s undignified
for a Malfoy, right?�

Draco made the short way over to the bed and sat down on the edge. He looked at
Harry, who turned on his belly, to look at Draco. The blond waited till Harry
had propped himself up on his elbows and faced him again. Draco�s voice was
calm, but firm.

�You don�t do that because of this morning, do you? � Harry, you can�t avert me
and allow me everything just because. It�s not right. � We can sleep both on
the bed, it�s big enough, it�s made for two people.�

�NO! I won�t sleep next to you in this bed, after this morning.� �And this realistic dream.� He added mentally.

�Okay. So I will sleep with you on the floor.�

Draco stood slowly up. Although he had promised not to be mean,
he couldn�t let this opportunity go. He was after all a Slytherin. He looked at
Harry and saw the pleading, sad eyes.

�Draco, please don�t. I don�t�can�t�you. Please, it
wouldn�t~�

�Okay. I got it, you wouldn�t be happy with it.�

�NO! It�s�it�s�� His voice became
quieter with every pause he made, until it was a whisper. �it�s�I think you
wouldn�t be happy.�

The Slytherin cocked an eyebrow, but kept his mouth shut. Apparently Harry was
not sure what he would do if Draco was sleeping next to him. He crawled under
the blankets of the bed and lay on his back and stared at the ceiling of the
four-poster bed.

�Harry?�

�Huh?�

�I know I promised I won�t ask any more questions, but would you tell me about
your dream?�

�What? Why? NO! Besides, the main points you got to know through your little
questioning game. � Night Draco.�

The Golden Boy turned to the side and suggested Draco that the talk was done.
Draco sighed, bid Harry �Good night� too, and turned his back to boy wonder, to
find some sleep.

///I liked this Draco a lot. He was so
forward and everything. Just imagine both would have been like Harry. Oh god,
it would have taken me months to accomplish my first mission or I even would
have failed. That would have been a disaster � my first mission and I screw up
royally. NO thank you.

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DAY: ::EIGHT::

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///Actually at first should come the
night between seventh and eighth day. I hope this pensive-quill will consider
that.

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�Draco. � Draaco.
� Draacooo.�

He looked around. Someone was calling him, but the darkness hid the

caller completely.

�Draco! Come here, Draco, come here.�

�Where?- Who are you? � Where are you?�

The backside of a guy appeared in front of him and his eyes landed

on the firm, little, sexy arse that moved in front of him � naked. He

recognised the butt. His little obsession with this behind was kicking

in again.

�Harry? Harry, is that you?�

The backside came to a halt. And the spotlight enlarged that legs and

head where also visible for him. The guy leaned against the door-

frame of the bathroom door and turned his face to him.

�Harry, what~�

�Touch me.�

The Golden Boy stretched out an arm towards him and gestured him

to take the same. He obeyed and Harry drew him close. Since the

dark-haired boy was leaning against the frame with his front side, he

stood close to Harry�s backside.

�Draco, please.�

He stretched out his hands and guided them carefully over Harry�s

back, but stopped short above the behind. He heard the soft moans

of Harry and led his hands around to Harry�s stomach.

The Gryffindor grabbed his hands and pulled them forward that his

body needed to follow and bumped into Harry, who groaned in

pleasure. Harry threw his head back and rested it on his shoulder.

He had his hands still in his own and guided them slowly down

along his body.

He shivered, because he knew where Harry wanted his hands. He

felt his hands combing pubic hair, seconds before his fingertips

touched Harry�s dick and the boy-wonder pushed himself into his

body.

He wasn�t sure what to do. Was it a dream? Was Harry teasing him?

Harry cupped his growing erection with his hands and he squeezed

it out of impulse. Harry groaned into his ear and he felt the vibration

going right to his groin.

Harry let go of his hands, but he kept his hands in place. He looked

down at Harry. Saw where his hands lingered and felt a sudden rush

of superiority. He bucked his hips against the loved behind and turned

his head to face Harry.

He claimed Harry�s lips and bruised them with rough kisses, while

his hands began stroking the leaking cock in his hands. In response Harry

moaned and hummed into the kiss and rubbed his bum against

his pants-covered erection.

The dark-haired boy broke the kiss. He brought his hands around

himself and began fumbling with his pants.

�Do as you please. I�m your�s.�

He couldn�t respond. Not while biting his lower lip, to prevent himself

from groaning in pleasure. And his mind was blank anyway. He

wanted to let go of Harry�s dick, to push his pants down, but Harry

growled in disapproval and allowed just one hand gone.

He pushed his pants down. The sudden contact of his freed erection

with Harry�s crack was mind-blowing. He sunk his teeth in Harry�s

shoulder and mumbled every swear-word he could recall to release

his growing yearning for impaling this body in front of him.

Harry was again grinding his arse against him and breathed uneven.

He wanted to thrust into this hot arse that was pushing against him

and he let go of Harry�s manhood. The Gryffindor growled and glared

at him, but when he was going down and kneeled in front of his bum,

he fell silent and spread his legs.

He spread Harry�s cheeks and led his tongue along the soft skin. The

tip dipped into the tight ring with force and Harry mewled keenly.

He tried to cover everything with his saliva and pushed his tongue

deeper into the unknown place.

�Draco, stop. It�s enough. Enter me, enter me.�

�But��

�Don�t bother. Just, just fuck me.�

He let go of Harry�s behind, but placed a path of kisses along Harry�s

spine, while he stood up. Harry leaned his head again on his shoulder.

�Do you really want~�

�Yes, yes. Draco, please.�

Harry pushed his butt against him, but he grabbed his hips and

stopped him. He turned Harry around and pushed him against the frame.

He seized the Golden Boy�s behind and lifted him up a little. Harry

responded perfectly and slung his arms around his neck and his

legs around his hips.

He let go one hand of Harry, positioned himself and pushed slowly

into Harry. The Gryffindor hissed in slight agony, but gestured him to

go on. He was completely inside of Harry and waited for the dark-

haired boy to accustom to the �intrusion�.

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�Draco? Draco! Draco!�

No matter who was shaking him, he would hex them into oblivion. They had
stopped him from dreaming about fucking Potter.

He opened his eyes and Harry looked at him with huge vibrating green eyes.
Maybe he shouldn�t hex the one who woke him up. Instead, he threw his arm around
Harry�s neck and pulled him into a hot, impulsive kiss.

The Gryffindor climbed on the bed and Draco dragged him onto him, that he was
straddling the Slytherin. He roamed his hands all over Harry�s body and shoved
his hands under his shirt. When he touched naked skin, the boy-who-lived
snapped out of it and broke the kiss.

�What? What are you doing?�

�Kissing you?

�Oh really? Good to know. � Why are
you kissing me, smartarse?�

�Why did you wake me up?�

�Because you were groaning and sweating and suffocating
yourself with the pillow. Why. Did. You. Kiss
me?�

Draco directed his hands up to Harry�s face and pulled him again into a searing
kiss. Harry wasn�t complaining when he pushed his tongue forcefully forward and
was tongue-fucking him mercilessly. In the contrary, he moaned with relish and
began grinding his hips. The blond let go of Harry�s bruised mouth and bit and
licked a path along his neck.

�Draco, Dra-co, why? Why?�

�Because I want you right now. � Oh yes, Harry, move.�

The dark-haired boy sat bold upright and kept his hips still. That wasn�t the
answer he had wished for. If Draco just wanted using him for some �release�, he
wouldn�t play along. Even if he liked Draco a lot, what wasn�t sure yet, he
wouldn�t become his little boy-toy that the Slytherin was sexually balanced.

He crawled from Draco�s lap and went back to his sleeping place on the floor.
Draco lay on the bed dumbstruck and open mouthed. It took a moment until he
realised what had happened and he jumped out of the bed. Harry couldn�t leave
now; he was needed to get rid of this aching problem between his legs. Why did
he leave anyway?

�Harry?�

The Gryffindor snuggled deeper under the blanket and pullet it above his head.
Draco watched him in confusion. He had no idea what had gone wrong. He thought
Harry would like it when he could have him for real.

�Harry?�

He kneeled next to the Golden Boy and pulled the blanket away from his head.
Harry tried to hold it in place but failed. He turned on his stomach and hid
his face in the pillow.

�What have I done wrong? I thought you like me? And isn�t �liking� expressed
through physical devotion?�

�But not as a boy-toy. � And �devotion� is a bit too
much of a word, isn�t it?�

�Eh, eh, eurm, boy-toy? Who�s whose boy-toy?�

Harry turned his head to the fireplace. The red flames reflected in his pupils
and gave him an odd look. If one looked through the flames one could see the
sad look, which hid behind the anger-suggesting flames. Draco stretched out his
hand and stroked over Harry�s messy black hair, hoping that he wouldn�t swat
his hand away.

�I�I��

Harry closed his eyes and breathed heavy one time. Draco�s hand, combing his
hair, felt wonderful, it was soothing him and he tried again to answer Draco�s
question. It surprised him that Draco wasn�t pressing him, but kneeled next to
him silently instead.

�I�I thought you would use me as one, because I told you that I like you. I�m
sorry. But when you kissed me, I thought you would make fun of me or something.
- Just go back to sleep.�

�Do you really think I would use you here, having my fun and when we�re out
again, I�ll treat you like nothing had happened?�

�Honestly? Yes! You are a Malfoy after all. Why shouldn�t I have such
thoughts?�

Draco sulked. That was not fair. He had been nice the last days and Harry was
still distrusting him. He shifted closer and lay flat on Harry. The Gryffindor
wasn�t trying to throw him off and remained still.

�Get off of me, you�re heavy.�

�No.�

He shoved Harry�s long messy hair out of his neck and placed kisses along the
revealed skin. His mouth wandered up to Harry�s ear and he nibbled softly on
the same. Letting go of Harry�s hair, he guided his hands along his sides and
stopped at his hips. He pushed his hands between him and Harry and rested them
on the Golden Boy�s behind. He moved his hips slowly and tried to build up some
friction.

�Draco, stop. Stop it!�

�I�ll stop, if you turn around.�

�Turn around?�

�On your back.�

�Then get off of me.�

Draco pressed his lips on his cheek and slid aside, but stayed close to him.
Harry turned around on his back and looked at Draco wearily. The blond smirked.
He crawled closer and wrapped an arm around Harry�s waist. His chin rested on
Harry�s shoulder and he inhaled boy wonder�s scent with long slow breaths.

�What�s this supposed to mean?�

�You wanted me to stop kissing you; therefore I want to sleep now.�

�Your bed is two metres away.�

�I�m too tired to stand up.�

�And why do you embrace me?�

�Because it�s cold.�

Harry reached down and pulled the blanket up and covered both their bodies.

�Now you got a blanket and the fireplace.�

The dark-haired boy turned to his side in Draco�s embrace and faced the
fireplace. He was wrong thinking Draco would let go. The Slytherin shifted
again closer and drew Harry as close as possible � he was spooning him. He fell
asleep quickly and didn�t bother with Harry�s further complaints. His need for
release must wait; it would go away some time the rest of this night.

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