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Rage	By : blake5156 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3657 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5: The Mourning After

Draco woke up the next morning with the worst headache of his life. He felt as if someone had taken an anvil to his head and his skull had cracked down the middle. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to lift his right hand to massage his head for for relief.

But his hand was trapped by a body, a body that was currently snuggled into his right side. He caught sight of the black hair that was tickling his neck.

Blaise.

How had he fallen asleep with Blaise? He usually always returned to the manor to sleep, unless it was a weekend.

His memory was sluggish. He could not remember a single thing from last night and did not recognize his surroundings. Did I cave and take Blaise on another impromptu getaway? he thought, as he swore off drinking forever.

He remembered the article in the paper from the morning before, that blasted picture of him kissing Jacob for all the world to see. Of course, it all starting making sense. This was a typical Draco move. He felt relieved.

He reached with his free hand for a glass of water on the nightstand to quench his parched throat when his fingers knocked something sitting in front of it. They were glasses, round glasses. He would know them anywhere.

He inhaled at the sight, a sinking feeling in his chest. Please no.

Adjusting himself, he stared harder at the head snuggled to his chest, and angled himself to get a closer look. He brushed some dark locks aside, and that’s when he saw it,

the lightning bolt shaped scar that was unique to only one marked man.

He gasped. Harry snuggled closer in response.

Looking down, he realized they were both completely naked leaving little doubt as to what occurred the night before. He felt Harry’s morning wood pressing into his side.

Draco’s heart began to sprint and he instantly felt sweat on his forehead. Panic.

He needed to get away, immediately. He moved quickly but smoothly off the bed, doing his best not to wake his bed partner and stood abruptly, but this was a bad idea.

He became dizzy from the dehydration of alcohol and resultant drop in blood pressure from standing too quickly. He swayed on his feet and the room spun around him. Bile rose in his throat and he was sure he was going to be sick.

He sprinted to the bathroom on light feet and shut the door behind him as softly as possible before promptly sicking up in the toilet.

Only liquid came up. He realized he had skipped dinner last night, which was probably why he had become inordinately drunk.

He held his head down in the toilet for a moment, breathing heard, waiting for his vision to stabilize.

I deserve this.

He had betrayed Blaise and himself. He had finally succumbed to Saint Potter like every other wretch in the wizarding world. It was only fitting that he had to pay the toll—one morning of misery. He felt so low, so disappointed in himself. He was utterly and completely fucked even though he was reasonably sure he was the one who had fucked Harry. Even from the bottom, he wins.

He turned the shower on and got in, making it scorching hot, to burn away his sins.

Bracing himself on the shower wall, he leaned his head against his forearm and let the water wash over him. He felt light-headed and weak, but visions from the night before started to flash in his mind.

Harry kneeling in front of him with his eyes downcast, rubbing his thighs. Watching Harry suck his cock as he looked up at him with a delicious vulnerability, pupils blown. His chiseled back tensing as he slid home for the first time. His scent, his taste, the sensation of his tight hole clenching.

His cock sprang to life.

He had never hated himself more than this moment.

There was the the sound of the curtain being opened and someone entering the shower behind him. He did not respond as he felt a warm hand rubbing his upper back, comforting him. Harry must have awakened to the wretching sounds of his sick.

“You okay?”

He couldn’t speak. He had no words.

He felt a soapy wash cloth rubbing down his back, and he realized Harry was bathing him. He took his time too, starting at his upper back, down his arms, his ass. He heard him kneel behind him to get to his feet. He nudged Draco to turn around, and feeling too weak to resist anything, he obliged.

Draco couldn’t meet his eyes as Harry rose to wash his neck and chest sliding the washcloth down further to his erect cock. He lightened the pressure as he lathered it, reaching behind his balls gently. He fell to his knees again to wash his legs and then put the wash cloth down.

He pulled him closer to the water for a rinse, rubbing his hands all over his lower body, finally resting on his cock. Still on his knees, he turned around to shut the water off. Thick steam billowed around them.

He gave his cock a tentative stroke, then released, watching it bounce. He looked up at Draco as if he were about to be chastised, but Draco refused to meet his gaze, choosing instead to look at the curtain, straight ahead.

Emboldened, he put it straight into his mouth and began to suck.

Draco couldn’t think of anything but the blood rushing to his cock as Harry swirled his tongue around it. His hands were clutching at the wall behind him and his eyes were closed.

Harry kept moaning around his cock and he felt the vibrations of it reverberate through his body.

He chanced a quick look down, past his moppy black head and saw that Harry was stroking his own cock as he sucked him. His other hand was stroking the base of Draco’s cock to make up for what he couldn’t put in his mouth.

The sight was too much. He could no longer discern the difference between Harry’s groans and his own. When Harry gave a particularly loud moan that vibrated through his cock, he tensed, feeling his orgasm rise up. At that moment, Harry popped his cock out of his mouth, stroking fast, and directed it to his face, closing his eyes tight, mouth wide open.

Having no choice in the matter, Draco opened his eyes to watch ropes of his cum splatter his eyelashes, his tongue, his chin, dripping down to his chest.

He collapsed on the wall behind him, slightly bending his knees so he wouldn’t fall over. He kept his eyes downcast to the floor as the man beneath him stood up, noticing Harry’s cum splattered on the tile by his feet.

Harry turned the shower back on and quickly washed, his face first, wincing when he reached behind to wash the inside of his ass. He turned the shower off and reached for a towel, quickly drying and stepping out of the shower.

Draco was still paralyzed, it seemed. So Harry took his hand to direct him out of the shower and began to dry him with another towel, tying it around his waist.

“I’m going to order up some breakfast for us. See you out there?”

Draco gave an infinitesimal nod, and he left, closing the door behind him.

He let out a loud breath and went to the sink to grab it, feeling unsteady on his feet.

Looking up in the mirror, he hardly recognized himself. His cheeks were flushed from the shower or from his orgasm, he couldn’t tell. His eyes were a little bloodshot but twinkled blue from the morning sky light streaming in from the tiny bathroom window. His hair hung wet around him. He looked 10 years younger than he usually looked. He moved closer to the mirror to inspect the stranger and noticed numerous love bites on his neck. He touched them softly. They felt like a bruise.

Pull yourself together, Draco. Forget what happened. It was nothing. You have work to do.

Work. The reason they were here. The Hogwarts children.

He slapped his face to snap out of it. He still felt drunk, but he knew the alcohol had to be out of system by now.

Brushing his teeth took longer than necessary. He was moving so slowly.

He needed his wand to shave and dry his hair. Peeking out of his bathroom door, he was relieved to find it empty. Harry must have returned to his room to get dressed.

He quickly retrieved his wand and completed his morning routine.

By the time there was a knock at his door, announcing Harry’s return, he was fully dressed and back in work mode, studying the case file. He opened the door with it in hand, reading, not looking up to greet Harry, but finally speaking,

“I think we might be looking in the wrong place for these potions masters. Today, we should go to the Asia side of Turkey. I have a hunch we’ll have better luck there.”

“Okay.”

They sat in silence while Draco read. He could feel Harry staring at him, but he wasn’t looking up.

Harry began, “Draco…”’ ‘knock, knock,’ their breakfast had arrived.

“Thank circe. I’m dying for some coffee, right now,” Draco said with relief.

Their breakfast was incredible. It consisted of 20 different small plates with various foods inside - mezza, they called it. Three different kinds of olives, pickled radishes, and so much more. Draco was starved. His favorite was the spicy Turkish beef sausage called ‘basterma.’

He savored the Turkish coffee as it warmed his throat and brought him back to life. He made a mental note to pick up some to bring back to his home when they went to the markets today. Thoughts of Harry were buried away.

When he moved his chair back to get up to wash his hands, Harry grasped his hand on the table to stop him.

“Draco, we should talk.”

Meeting Harry's eyes for the first time was a mistake. There was a tenderness there that made his heart clench. His jade orbs sparkled with vulnerability and uncertainty. He had never seen this look on him before. Draco's first instinct was to kiss him, but he quickly suppressed the feeling, disgusted with himself.

“Not now, Potter, we have work to do.”

Not ever, if he could help it.

Sensing his mood, Harry sighed and decided not to push it.

Malfoy readied to leave quickly, and he strode determinidly out of the door, not waiting for Harry to follow.

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