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Second Chance Year	By : Spacefille Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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5. Truth

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He was admittedly a wreck the next day, shooting furtive glances over his shoulder towards the Slytherin table at breakfast, and then trying desperately to catch Malfoy’s eye in class. Even Ron and Hermione distracted away from each other at lunch long enough to ask Harry what was wrong.

He couldn’t tell them, so made up some excuse about being nervous about giving his students their first exam. He followed up that with a “what if I’m a horrible teacher?” question, which got sympathy from Hermione, and a strange look from Ron.

“Blimey Harry, you taught this all before,” Ron said, raising his eyebrow at him. “Remember Dumbledore’s Army?”

“Yes but I never tested you on it,” Harry replied.

“You’re a really great teacher Harry, you’ll do fine,” Hermione said reassuringly. She got up from the table. “Speaking of class,” She gathered up her books. “See you both later?”

Harry nodded and so did Ron. As soon as she was gone Harry glanced at the Slytherin table once again, but Malfoy had left already. Harry gulped and got to his feet as well.

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Draco wouldn’t tell anyone. Harry had convinced himself of that at least by dinner time, when not a single word of anything to do with him or Draco had reached him.

He tried to reassure himself that Draco would probably show discretion, if just because of the fact that he was a willing participant in their little tryst. But he was worried because he also wouldn’t put it past Malfoy to make up some twisted version of events. Even if he just denied it, Harry really didn’t want even more attention, especially attention in the area that involved his admittedly non-existent sex life.

But Malfoy still didn’t look at him during dinner no matter how many times Harry looked at him.

He really needed something to curb his paranoia… unfortunately to do that he needed to talk to Draco and he highly doubted Draco would be willing to say or do anything to set his mind at rest.

Harry very nearly dropped his head in his hands and groaned. What was he thinking anyway? Why the hell did he kiss Draco back in the first place? Did he really want to deal with all this? No, obviously he wasn’t thinking at all…

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As soon as he reasonably could Harry escaped from the tower that evening and made his way down to the potions classroom. As expected, Malfoy in there, alone, brewing something or other. Harry wondered briefly if all his brewing was really for class, or if he was doing this stuff for fun.

He stood against the doorframe and waited. He was trying to think of what to say if Draco decided to ignore him again, because if he did Harry was definitely going to have to say something. He just didn’t know what yet. Really, what do you say to the volatile boy who hates you and kissed you just so that he could get rid of you?

Harry had no idea.

He sunk his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat nervously.

Draco glanced up at him, looking beyond irritable. “Are you coming or going Potter, or are you going to stand there holding up the doorframe all evening?”

Harry never felt more relieved at being snarked at in his entire life. He pulled away from the door and shuffled into the classroom.

“Shut the door behind you, would you, you’re letting in a draft,” Draco added as he went back to his potion.

Harry froze.

Shut the door…? His heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone in a room with Draco, though he didn’t know if it was from sudden arousal or terror and probably a twisted version of the two. He reached out and pulled the door closed behind him as he tried to batten down his emotions. He was here to talk. That was all.

Once he was done shutting the door he shuffled over to a desk and sat in it, watching as Draco went about brewing without another word. A couple minutes later Harry was beginning to get restless, shifted, and cleared his throat again. Draco dropped what he was doing and went over to the desk he shared with Professor Slughorn. He picked up a pile of parchments and carried them over, dropping them in front of Harry.

“What’s this?” Harry asked, blinking down at the papers.

“Exams,” Draco replied a bit nastily. “You can help me mark.”

Harry’s jaw dropped open but before he could protest Draco had already left to go back to his brewing.

Harry watched him go, then sighed, shrugged and accio’ed a quill and some ink over to himself. At least marking first years was easy. He knew the answers from years of practice.

“I didn’t realize Gineva Clearwater was good at potions,” Harry commented about an hour later after he had finished off most of the stack, making small talk about one of the students. “She’s dreadful in defense, almost as bad with a wand as Neville was.”

Draco shrugged. “Perhaps you’re a horrible teacher, Potter.”

Harry shot him a look. “I’ve taught a lot more than you have, Malfoy.”

Draco made a face. “Yes, so I heard. Last year. All the time.” He paused and gave Harry a withering glare and reached up to rub at his shoulder. “Perhaps if you were a better at teaching that annoying little group of yours would have been better at controlling themselves.”

Harry processed that, and then frowned, getting up from his seat. He moved around the table, reaching out to touch Malfoy’s shoulder. Draco went to jerk away, then sighed and let Harry touch him.

“What happened?” Harry asked as he slid behind Draco and started to kneed the shoulder gently.

Draco sighed again. “You won’t like it,” he said. His head fell to the side as he relaxed a bit more. Since he looked like he didn’t mind the shoulder massage, Harry kept doing it.

“Undoubtedly,” Harry replied. “I didn’t like a lot of things that happened last year,” he added honestly. “Actually probably all of it.”

Draco let out a little snort of laughter, which sounded and felt genuine from where it vibrated through where Harry was touching him. Harry nearly stopped in shocked amazement that Draco had found something he said funny, then kept on going with the shoulder, flushing a bit, a grin on his face.

Draco let him continue for a couple seconds more before carefully extracting his shoulder from Harry’s hand and taking a couple steps away so that he could lean up against the desks opposite Harry. “Cruciatus,” he said finally. “Crabbe and Goyle were big on performing it… I found it… distasteful,” he made a face and studied the wall. “But I did once or twice. Professors orders,” he paused. “Longbottom cursed me down a staircase after that last class. Landed badly,” he shrugged again then turned back to look at Harry, taking in the expression on his face. “I’m not proud of it, Potter!” he said angrily and Harry blinked.

“I didn’t say anything,” Harry replied. The way Draco had said that… all of it, made Harry think that Draco was probably telling the truth. That made him glad… maybe it meant Draco trusted him somewhat. Harry determined right then that he’d try not to spoil this.

Draco snorted and continued, still not looking at Harry. “It was his fault anyway, he got cursed so much. If he had just kept his stupid mouth shut they would have let him off. Pureblood and all that. But no, he was always talking back to them, questioning them, it made them angry and called attention to the rest of us trying to get by withOUT being cursed,” his hand tightened on the edge of the desk. “By the end of it… I just wanted him to be quiet…” his voice trailed off.

“He was fighting a war, Draco,” Harry said quietly.

“Oh, right,” Draco returned, voice caustic. “And he was doing such a good job of it too, nearly landing himself in the mad house with his parents. Nearly took half of the school with him,” he folded his arms across his chest now, pouting. “Not that I wouldn’t have minded,” he added bitterly.

Harry felt pained. He knew, mentally, that there was nothing he could have done for Malfoy or Neville or any of them, but he wished, very badly, that he could have. But no, what was done was done, he needed to be out looking for the Horcruxes, which left Neville to lead a much more dangerous war on the school grounds.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said. “I wish I could have…” he paused. “Done something. Come to help. But I couldn’t…”

Draco gave him a surprised look, then frowned. “Well it’s good you didn’t. If you had come you would have been just as stupid as him. What could have you done anyway, Potter? Killed them both? Like you could,” he snorted, then continued. “And if you did manage to kill our professors, then what? The same thing would have happened, they’d be on you like a swarm, and half the students would have died,” he paused. “At least the way it happened most of us got out,” he added, sulkily, and Harry frowned, knowing that Malfoy was thinking about Crabbe.

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again and sighed. “You never know, Malfoy,” he said quietly. “I got everyone out of your house alive. Well, except for…” he trailed off.

“Luck, Potter,” Draco cut him off. “Stupid blind luck that you seem to be gifted with. And luck that Granger loves dirty half-breeds as much as she does, or else that traitorous elf wouldn’t have been so quick to rescue you.”

Harry stared at Draco, and Draco stared back, chin raised slightly. Harry was the first to look away. “I’m sorry,” he said. He was partially apologizing for how Draco and his family were tortured by Voldemort right after he had escaped from his house, but he didn’t think Draco knew that.

Draco let out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t be. You rescued Granger before my aunt could permanently addle her brains, unfortunate for that, mind, and got the filth out of my parent’s cellar,” Draco paused and the silence was uncomfortable, partly because Harry didn’t appreciate his friends being insulted but was determined not to say anything. He shifted a bit, inspecting his feet and Draco looked him over silently. “They all owe you their lives,” he added quietly.

Harry looked back up at Draco, and then smiled slowly. “I never knew you cared,” he said, and really did mean it.

Draco looked annoyed and turned back to his potions. “I don’t,” he said and Harry continued to grin.

Harry watched Draco’s back for a moment, then felt his stomach swoop almost before he knew what he was going to do. He stepped forwards, towards Draco and reached out, tugging on his arm. Draco turned and looked at him, scowling, and Harry leaned towards him to kiss him.

He was going in for a quick kiss, unsure of how Draco would react and knowing full well that he might jerk away, especially after this conversation. But he didn’t, and after a moment Draco leaned into the kiss himself, dropping what he was doing in order to hold Harry by the waist. Harry looped his arms around Draco’s shoulders, eagerly deepening the kiss.

The kiss was long and sweet, and ended with Draco gently shoving Harry back so he fell against the desks opposite where his potion was brewing. He broke away then, pulling back so that he could inspect Harry’s face. Harry wondered what he was looking for when Draco spoke.

“I have no idea what is going through that thick head of yours, Potter, if there is in fact anything in there at all,” Draco finally said. Harry gave him a confused look, and Draco elaborated. “I just confessed to torturing one of your friends.”

“Last year was bad for everyone,” Harry replied firmly, as if this was the end of the matter. Yes, sure, Malfoy’s confession upset him, but he also knew this was something that bothered Draco, and that made Harry glad. It was always good to know the boy he currently snogging had a conscience, even if it was a small and somewhat broken one. “And I don’t think Neville holds it against you,” Harry continued. “He never mentioned you at all. Mentioned Crabbe and Goyle though,” he added and Draco made a quick humorless smile and didn’t reply.

Harry wondered if that meant he was okay to kiss Draco again, and leaned up. Draco moved back further, frustrating that idea. Harry fell back with a bit of a disappointed huff.

Draco eyed him. “Why are you doing this?” he asked.

Harry considered. “I like it,” he shrugged a bit sheepishly. “It feels good?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Ugh, you’re such a Gryffindor. ‘It feels good’,” he mimicked. “Of course it feels good, you daft git, it’s supposed to.”

“… And you’re really very good looking,” Harry continued quite honestly. “For a bloke.” He added almost as an afterthought. “Is it so hard to believe I might fancy you?”

Now Draco was giving him the look that said he had just grown two heads. Again. “Fancy… me,” he repeated slowly.

Harry nodded. Draco didn’t say anything. “It’s you who doesn’t like me,” Harry pointed out when he had had enough of being stared at.

Well, that got Draco to do something at least. Draco’s face closed off, lip curling up into a sneer. “Really, Potter, is that so?” he ground out. And with that Draco grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him in for a searing kiss.

That would be a yes he does like me, Harry thought happily, until his brain became too involved with what was happening to think about anything else.

Harry finally broke away, partly to take his glasses off and put them on a different desk. He leaned back in to kiss Draco again, then paused. “Potion?” he asked against his mouth.

Draco let out a little and, Harry discovered, incredibly sexy growl and turned on a dime. In one swift move he had turned the fire off and clamped a lid over the potion before turning back again and sacking Harry. They tumbled to the ground between the desks in a tangle of limbs. Harry soon found himself pressed up against the chilly stone work and suddenly glad that the house elves swept the floors with dedication every night. He didn’t have that much time to think about it though because he had Draco Malfoy on top of him currently, and that was occupying most of his ability to think. Especially since he was sucking on his neck right now, hands skimming down the length of his body, tugging his shirt free. Cool fingers touched the bare skin of Harry’s stomach for a second before moving smoothly down to between his legs and cupping him firmly.

Harry let out a small yelp, then groan, and Draco pulled away a bit to study his face. “You’re hard,” he said with a smirk.

Not to be outdone, Harry pushed up off the floor and very quickly flipped Draco over so that the other boy was on his back. Draco looked surprised, then Harry reached down and put his hand between Draco’s legs as well. Harry felt odd for half a second, it was the first time he had ever touching a man who wasn’t himself, but at the same time he was incredibly happy to feel that Draco was just as aroused as he was. “So are you,” he returned with a smile, then leaned over to press a fierce kiss to Draco’s lips. Draco groaned and bucked up into his hand and, obliging Harry began to rub him through the fabric of his trousers.

He felt a hand between his own legs moments later and Harry let out a moan as Draco’s hand returned the favor, stopping only seconds later to fumble with his belt. Harry did the same, eagerly, and now it became a race to see who would get there the fastest, and almost as quickly as he had his hands into Draco’s pants Draco had done the same to him, pulling him free so that Harry could feel the cool air of the room against his flesh. Draco let out a little huff of satisfaction, leaning up to meet Harry in an open mouthed kiss. With a few last triumphant motions Harry had Draco’s own trousers yanked down far enough to free the other.

He ran his hand up and down it, enjoying the feel, it was much like his own to be honest. He was curious but far far to gone to slow down and inspect. He needed to get off, now, as soon as possible and a low warning growl was all the notice he gave Draco before he rolled completely on top of him, pressing down against him. Draco made a little noise of protest but at the same time the dick in Harry’s hand twitched and grew harder. Harry grinned and moved his mouth down to worry the skin of Draco’s ear as he rubbed against him. Their cocks moved against each other and Draco let out a small, pleased yelp, hands flying up, wrapping his arms around Harry as he moved against him at the same time. Harry heard Draco whisper an obscenity under his breath and then Draco let him go to reach between their bodies to grasp them both in his hand. Now it was Harry’s turn to swear, his eyes squeezing shut, panting, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

To his surprise it was Draco who came first, his head throwing back and a keening whine escaping his throat. Harry clamped down on the welcoming flesh of the exposed neck, sucking and biting as liquid warmth wrapped around his cock and Draco’s furiously moving hand. Draco sunk, limply against the floor, breathing hard, gazing up at Harry with glazed eyes.

That was nearly all it took to take Harry over the edge himself. He held himself up on one arm, reached between them and grabbed his own dick, wanking it furiously. The errant thought crossed his mind that he was about to cum all over a rather debauched looking Draco, while the other was trapped beneath him on the floor and that was the end of that. Harry came, hitching sounds escaping him as he jerked and threw his own head back, gasping for air.

He was barely aware of the fingers ghosting over his cheek as he came but looked down again to see Draco gazing up at him with an enduring expression that he had never seen on his face before. Harry gasped one last time and collapsed, at the last second catching his fall so he didn’t crush the other, placing his head against his chest instead as he laid mostly off to the side. He remained there and listened to the sound of Draco’s slowing heart beat though the cloth of his shirt, thoroughly enjoying how Draco’s hands were now playing with his hair, tugging at the unruly locks then smoothing them down again.

Harry lifted his head briefly to nuzzle at Draco’s neck before raising his head all the way to look at Draco’s face. The other boy looked at him questioningly, and, giddy that Draco didn’t seem angry or upset, Harry leaned down and kissed him again. This time the kiss was slow, somewhat chaste and brilliant. Harry let out a happy sigh and returned his head to Draco’s chest, but not before catching the small smile on Draco’s face.

They laid like that for several minutes more, until Harry was half asleep, uncaring of the increasingly uncomfortable wetness between them or how his trousers were still half pulled down with his arse exposed for all the world to see.

Draco spoke first with a little sigh. “It’s late,” he said.

“Mmm,” Harry replied sleepily.

“Early classes tomorrow,” Draco continued.

“Mmm,” Harry really didn’t want to think about class. Maybe the first years could teach themselves for a change.

Draco paused. “What do you eat, Potter?”

“mmm- uh?” Harry lifted his head to peer up at Draco, confused.

“Get off of me, you’re heavy,” Draco translated, shoving at him as he did so, and sitting up. Harry reluctantly sat up as well, giving Draco a somewhat lost sad look.

Draco ignored him, hitching up his trousers, then got out his wand, pointing it at his torso. He uttered a cleaning spell, then looked at Harry and pointed his wand at him, cleaning up Harry as well.

Harry sighed and got up. He retrieved his glasses, brushed himself off. He watched as Draco returned to his very forgotten potion, intent, it seemed on cleaning up. His quick purposeful motions told Harry it was over without having to say anything.

Harry drifted towards the door. He turned though before he reached it, unable to leave without saying something…

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Harry asked.

Draco looked up at him, surprised, and then cast his eyes heavenward. “Undoubtedly, Potter, and the day after that and the day after that. In fact every day you’ll see me, until the day I can finally get out of this stupid school once and for all.”

Harry grinned. He had stopped listening at ‘every day’. “Cool,” he said and just stood there.

Draco gave him a curious look, then sighed again and actually reached up to rub his forehead. Then he walked across the room, took Harry by the shoulders, turned him around and pushed him towards the door.

“Go,” Draco said. When Harry turned back again, just enough to look at Draco, Draco leaned forwards and kissed him quickly. “Go,” he repeated against his lips.

He went reluctantly.

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Harry was in such a daze that it took him until he got all the way back to the Gryffindor towers to realize he hadn’t asked Draco if he intended to tell anyone or not. And now Draco had a little bit more than snogging to talk about.

He didn’t get much sleep that night either. But at least he got in a couple good wanks. Obviously he was getting more comfortable with this entire thing he seemed to have going on with Draco, he reflected as he stared at the ceiling of his room in the tower. He was also very glad Ron spent most of his nights with Hermione...

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