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Sleeping With the Enemy	By : RainShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sleeping With the Enemy: Seduction

And now
everything was different, they stayed up late into the night whispering about
anything and everything. It felt as if Draco was somehow his dirtier, stronger
half. Dirty because of his past, strong because he had survived it.. The Malfoy
Harry had known before hadn�t changed one bit, though. He was still snobbish
and hardly ever *really* opened up to his Gryffindor bedmate. It was only
during those nights when Harry would wake Draco up, hand clamped over the pale
boy�s mouth to muffle his screams, that Draco would ever tell him *anything*
bad that had happened to him. It seemed that only in the shadow of the night,
when Harry couldn�t see his face, that he would speak in broken sentences about
his father, about his mother, and what happened at Malfoy Manor.
But other than
those personal things, the two were constantly griping about school, comparing
homework, and making jokes about Snape (It turned out that Draco thought the
Potions Master was a bit of a sycophant). And Draco came up every night, using
Harry�s invisibility cloak. He hadn�t been caught yet, only Dean and Seamus
knew there was a 6th person in the Gryffindor dorms every night. Harry doubted
that would last for long, though.
And as for the
romantic part of their �relationship�, well, Harry wasn�t even sure that
*existed*. Oh yeah, there was the occasional goodnight kiss, but nothing---
solid. And Harry, being a *cough*horny!*cough* guy, and a Gryffindor, was
getting a little� frustrated. Draco barely *touched* him (while they were
awake) and Harry was coming to the last of his patience with the Slytherin. He
didn�t know what Draco wanted, didn�t know what he thought or felt, or even if
the blonde was just fucking with his head. //Hell, I don�t even know what *I*
want!// he thought one night as he turned off the light and Draco slid into the
bed.
�Draco?� he
tried timidly.
�Mmmf. What?�
he replied, irritated.
�Well��
�Mmm. Not
tonight, I�m sorta tired��
�Er-� *small
kissing noise*
�G�night,
�Arry.� *an exasperated sigh*
�But�� *soft
snoring sounds* Harry turned over, away from the Slytherins touch, //so
confused// it brought him no comfort this night. He couldn�t bear not knowing
where this was going! Harry lay in bed for hours, tossing and turning, his
thoughts buzzing in his head like elusive gnats that wouldn�t stop pestering
him.
So, there he
was, at one o�clock in the morning,
staring up at the ceiling, when one of those little gnats bit him and he had an
epiphany. A very good, very wickedly *evil* idea came to him.
He groped
around on the bedside table for him wand, and when he had it, whispered,
�Lumos.� and set the lit wand on the bed. Draco was lying on his stomach, his
head facing Harry. The light from the wand highlighted his perfect cheekbones
and ivory skin. He looked very peaceful, for once, and for a second Harry felt
the *tiniest* bit guilty for what he was about to do. But then it was gone.
He gently
nudged the sleeping teen. Draco grumbled, mumbled something that sounded
suspiciously like �Bed hog,� and rolled over onto his back. Harry grinned.
Perfect. Without giving it a second thought he sat smack atop the unsuspecting
Slytherin and placed one hand over his mouth.
Draco jerked,
and tried to sit up. To Harry�s satisfaction, he couldn�t. Then he tried to
speak, his breath warming Harry�s hand.
�Good morning,
Draco.� said the Gryffindor sweetly, removing his hand.
�Bloody hell!�
Draco hissed. �What the fuck are you do-� but he stopped when Harry kissed him.
Draco inhaled sharply in surprise, then he moaned and relaxed into the surprise
kiss. Who was he to complain if Harry wanted to snog? He tried to deepen the
kiss, pull Harry closer, but abruptly the lithe creature on top of him broke
away.
�Wait.�
�What?� Draco
rasped. �What is going on, Harry? Is this why you woke me up? I think we should
go to sleep.� he said firmly.
�No.�
�No?� Draco�s
eyebrows raised. Usually Harry would listen to him. Harry didn�t answer. He was
too busy ridding Draco of the big t-shirt he was wearing. Harry only wore
boxers to bed, as did all the other boys he knew. Draco wore the shirt, as he
had once explained, for �extra warmth�.
The pale boy
gasped as he felt Harry�s cool fingers caressing his shoulders, the pads moving
in light circles over his flesh. Harry leaned down and kissed Draco again, and,
greedily, Draco returned it. His mind was screaming at him, all the reasons
*not* to do this but God, he just couldn�t get enough of that sensual mouth!
Harry drew away, and Draco tried to pull him back down, but Harry wouldn�t let
him.
�What�s gotten
into you?� he whispered in amazement as Harry trailed small kisses along his
collarbone. Again, Harry didn�t answer, but instead put his hands on either
side of Draco�s head so that his head was above Draco�s. He leaned down, breath
stirring the tangled strands of blonde hair.
�We need to
talk.� he whispered.
�Talk?� Draco
was puzzled. �About what?� //Not that Harry, please-//
�Shhh.� Harry
murmured. �Here�s how it works, I ask a question, and you answer. Got it?�
�Uh, I don�t
think so!�
�But I do.�
and he had the nerve to smirk. Smirk! At Draco Malfoy! //What the hell?!// But
then he forget his indignation because Harry pressed his body down on his own
and //oh God// Harry�s soft voice in his ear, �What happens when you�re at
home?�
�Ah..I�m not�
going to� tell you!� And then Harry twisted legs tighter around Draco�s body,
causing his hips to buck upward. Harry nipped softly at the tender skin of
Draco�s neck. �Hey- that�ll leave a mark!� Harry just smirked again.
�What
happens?� the whisper again. All he got was a muffled moan. Harry rocked his
hips, pressed seamlessly against the youth under him, and he soon had Draco
writhing.
�God, stop
please Harry you�re killing me�� Grinning broadly now, Harry tried one more time.
�What
happens?� Draco didn�t bother to open his eyes, he just licked his lips and
said haltingly,
�And what do I
get if I answer?� Harry thought about this.
�If you answer
*everything* I ask,� he said sibilantly, �I�ll let you go and you can ravish me
to your heart�s content.� A faintly amused smile flickered on Draco�s face, but
immediately went away when Harry rolled his hips again. A tortured moan arose
from Draco�s throat, even though he tried his hardest not to make a sound.
Harry was *way* too good at this.
�All right!�
he ground out. �All right. Draco struggled for beat, tried to regain his focus.
�Death Eaters, they are *always* welcome at Malfoy Manor. There�s always at
least one in the house. And trust me, Harry,� he said, suddenly serious despite
the position they were in, �don�t ever get in the way of a drunken Death Eater.
*Ever*.� Eyes wide, Harry nodded. �I made that mistake. And once I walked in,
there was no getting out.� Draco winced, he didn�t like remembering the summers
home. �They don�t forget.� he said softly. �They�ll� have new curses they�ll
want to try out, for Muggle-torture. And my father says, �Hey, you�re welcome
to try them out on Draco!�� he finished bitterly.
�Oh my God,�
Harry whispered.
�Yes, I am,
but there�s no need to flatter me so, Potter.� Harry stared at Draco, green
locked onto gray, at what was concealed beneath the surface, the many scars.
Without
warning, Draco pushed over and sent Harry sprawling. He flipped his former
captor on his back and now their positions were completely reversed, Draco
sitting on the other boy�s stomach.
�I like this
better.� Draco purred. Harry blinked up at him in shock.
�How did
*that* happen?� he asked, fretting over his loss of control. But he promptly
decided that he didn�t mind *that* much, because now Draco was kissing him and-
//ooooh yes.// But Harry still needed questions to be answered, he wasn�t about
to let them go. He opened his eyes and looked up at Draco. The Slytherin
stopped smirking when he saw the look on Harry�s face. He sighed. The look�
those puppy dog eyes�
�Oh all
right!� he grumbled softly. �What else?� Harry glanced away, and started
speaking, low and soft, not looking at Draco.
�I just� I
don�t understand why you didn�t tell me that stuff before! I�m not going to
hurt you. You know that.� At this, Harry looked back up to find *Draco* looking
away.

Draco sighed again. �I *do* know that. I do trust you, Harry.�
Harry made a
strangled noise in the back of his throat. �Then *why*-�
�Because I�ve
never told *anyone* the things that I tell you! No one! No one.� he repeated
softly. Harry fell silent at this. Finally, he said,
�Well, from
now on would you please *talk* to me?� Reluctantly, Draco nodded. �*Promise*?�
Harry persisted.

�Yes I promise all right?� Draco nearly snapped. Harry recoiled slightly,
pressing back into the mattress, but recovered his nerve. Draco looked at him
warily. �What?�
�Well�� he bit
his lower lip fetchingly. �Why haven�t you� I mean- we haven�t, erm-� he
blushed uncomfortably. Draco raised an eyebrow expectantly. �Well, I just don�t
know where we stand, what�s going *on*, I don�t even know what you�re doing
here, but I know I don�t want you to leave and- you just don�t seem to *want*
me, is all.� and Harry blushed straight down to his shoulders. Draco chuckled
softly and placed a short kiss on the Gryffindor�s lips.
�That�s not it
at *all*.� Draco assured him. �It�s just�� and he trailed off, looking a little
lost. //How to explain?// He didn�t even want to tell Harry, but knew that his
bedmate deserved to know the truth. So he tried anyway. For the Boy-Who-Lived.
He took a deep breath, and shifted so their bodies were perfectly aligned, and
Draco could fully see Harry's face.
�Harry, this,
you, are the best thing that�s happened to me. And. And, I�m *determined*
*not* to screw this up, unlike everything *else* in my life.� he said
forcefully. �And if that means keeping my hands off you if I don�t think you�re
ready well, then that�s what I have to do.� Harry looked up at him, eyes wide
and innocent. Draco laughed again. �Not want you? How could I not *not* want
you? God, Harry I want to introduce you to pleasure, I want to make you
*scream*. I come up here every fucking *night* and it�s *so* *hard* to keep
away from you, you�re like a magnet you know that?� Harry gulped and then flung
his arms around the pale boy above him.
�Don�t ever
leave.� he whispered into silky blonde hair. �*Ever.*�

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