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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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WARNING: SmutSmutSmut

Key:

///Italic = cupid

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DAY:� ::EIGHT:: still

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It was in the late hours of the morning, when Harry awoke to hoots of two owls.
Draco was still sleeping and Harry realised for the first time that their
sleeping positions had �slightly� changed to the one they had last night. Draco
was lying on his back and had both arms snaked around Harry. The Gryffindor
himself rested his head on Draco�s chest and one leg between Draco�s. And, well,
his right hand lay on Draco�s manhood � hard manhood.

He lifted his hand, but Draco growled in complaint, that he left his hand in
place. He couldn�t turn his eyes away from where his hand was resting. He didn�t
want to wake Draco. Also he had been mean towards Draco last night,
he had wanted to sleep next to him. But his doubts about Draco�s intentions
were big enough to belie the Slytherin, telling him he didn�t want to sleep
with him in one bed.

Again he heard hooting, but didn�t care. His eyes were still glued to his right
hand and the hard dick under it. The hard dick of the one he liked. The hard dick of Draco Malfoy. He stroked gently over it.
Soft moans left Draco�s mouth and he stopped his hand, fearing Draco would
awake.

Again hooting of two owls.

Nothing more was heard of Draco and he wanted to go on. He wanted to touch the
blond and hear again his moaning. But what if he would wake up? Harry didn�t
care � at least not now. He went on moving his hand slowly and Draco�s moans
were heard again. His hand wandered under the blond�s waistband and he enclosed
the shaft with his hand.

Draco�s breath became choppy and Harry could hear his heartbeat becoming
faster. He couldn�t tear his eyes away from what he was doing with his right
hand. His hand lifted the waistband enough that he could peek inside of the
boxer-short. Actually he didn�t need to look inside, he could feel everything.
Draco�s rock hard cock leaking pre-cum over his hand
and his hand becoming faster.

He had given some guys hand-jobs before, but it was always awkward and didn�t
feel so natural and good like now. Draco�s groans could tell him that it felt
good and he was somewhat proud � but just a little bit.

The hooting of those two owls became louder and sounded more annoyed with every
following �hoot�.

�Throw some-something at these stupid - birds. They should sh-shut
up.�

Harry forgot to breathe for a moment. Draco was awake. How long already? He
pulled his hand out of Draco�s underwear, but didn�t face him.

�You � You�re awake?�

�Of course! Do you think I would sleep through getting a very good hand-job?�

The Gryffindor became beet-red and pushed Draco�s arms aside to stand up. The
blond had expected such reaction and pulled Harry close again and tightened his
embrace.

�Don�t you dare run again in the bathroom and berate yourself or something.�

He pressed his lips on the ones of an ashamed Golden Boy. Leading his tongue
over the lower lip, but didn�t push further when Harry opened his mouth. He let
their lips connected and looked into Harry�s eyes.

�Finish it, please. Let me cum from your hand, please.�

Harry turned his face aside.

�I can�t.�

�Would you have finished it, if I hadn�t said a thing?�

Harry listened up. Would he have finished the hand-job? Would he have wanted
Draco to cum in his hand? The answer was easy. Yes, he had wanted it. And he
knew that Draco would have woken up, at least through the orgasm.

Without another word he kissed Draco again and took his old position. His hand
wandered again into Draco�s boxer short.

�No, wait!�

Harry stopped and pulled his hand again out of the boxer-short. He turned to
Draco and looked at him questioningly.

�I want to see you.�

�You what?�

�I want to see you. Please.�

�I never thought that a Malfoy would use this word so often.�

What would make the difference, if he would look at Draco or not? He could see
him, yes, could watch his expression when he would cum. Harry sat upright next
to Draco and the Slytherin pushed his boxer-short down. Harry loved the sight.
He straddled Draco and sat down on his thighs.

Draco looked at him lust-hungry and bit his lower lip. Harry had felt the
tightness down his pants earlier, actually the first time when he had realised
that his hand rested on Draco�s hard member, but now it became even worse if
that was possible. This look wasn�t legal and he groaned inside.

Draco�s hands wandered slowly up Harry�s arms and stopped on his shoulders. The
boy-who-lived encircled Draco�s hard flesh again and started pumping in a
steady rhythm. The blond tightened his grip and made noises of pleasure.

�Ah ah yes � ah Harry, Harry faster.�

He could feel Harry�s erection pressing against his thighs, when he pulled the
dark-haired boy down into a fiery kiss. Harry�s moving hand was trapped between
his own body and Draco�s, but didn�t stop moving. His hand rubbed over Draco�s
belly with every stroke he gave his dick.

The owls hooted again and sounded everything but pleased. They flew over to the
armchairs and sat each on one armrest of one armchair. Harry and Draco had now
viewers who looked rather interested.

�Draco, the owls��

�Don�t bother.�

The blond kissed Harry again and brought one hand on Harry�s, following his
pace. He lapped over the Golden Boy�s neck and sunk his teeth into the others shoulder,
when he made Harry move his hand faster.

Harry whimpered in slight pain first, but began to love it when Draco soothed
the spot with his tongue. He squeezed Draco�s dick tighter and the Slytherin
bit him again, when he came and spread his seed on both their shirts.

Both owls hooted crazily. It almost sounded like they wanted to applaud and
scream �Encore! Encore!�, but Draco lay under Harry like a boneless heap and
looked as if he won�t do anything ever again. The Golden Boy let go of his
softening penis and rolled off him.

�Harry?�

�Eurm, yeah?�

He stared into the fire instead of looking at Draco. The owls hooted again and
he made a move to stand up. He stepped over Draco and bend forward to untie the
letter of the one owl and the package of the other. The owls took off again.
Draco stood up and wrapped his arms from behind around Harry. The Gryffindor
stiffened briefly, but relaxed when the blond nuzzled his neck.

Draco made a half rotation with Harry still in his arms and slumped down in one
armchair, pulling Harry in his lap. The dark-haired boy made a little squeaking
noise in surprise and tried to scramble out of the others lap, still with the
package and the letter in his hands. Draco got a hold on him and kept him in
his lap. He drew in his legs that he was sitting Indian-style and Harry was
resting between his legs.

�Relax. I won�t do anything � not now.�

Harry gulped audible, but remained in Draco�s lap, it gave him this little warm
feeling in his stomach which he felt all the time when Draco was touching him.
And this warmth was more than pleasant. He shifted in Draco�s lap that his legs
hung over one armrest and he could lean against the other.

�The package is for you, it came with your mother�s owl. And the letter�well,
no sender or addressee.�

Draco snatched the envelope out of boy wonder�s hand and left the package on
Harry�s lap. He stuffed the letter into a pocket of his robes, which lay over
the backrest of the arm-chair and spoke to Harry, without looking up, as if it
was of no importance what he said.

�Open the package. It�s for you.�

�Eh eh eh for me? What
should your mother want to send me?�

�Something I asked for.�

�You asked your mother for something she should send me?�

�Argh Harry just open it,
okay?�

Harry ripped the brown paper open and a dark blue box was revealed. Draco watched
closely the reaction of Harry. A small card was lying on the box and Harry read
it aloud.

Hello Harry,

Draco asked me to send you some things. I needed to shrink them, or the owl couldn�t
have had made it to you. I wasn�t sure if you would know the spell to put
things back to their usual size, therefore I charmed the box, too. If you take
the things out of the box they will enlarge automatically.

I hope you like what I have chosen for you. Draco gave me some information, but
I�m really not sure at all.

Tell my son I love him and he�s doing very well and that I�m very proud of him.

Narcissa Malfoy

The Golden Boy looked at Draco, who on the other hand looked embarrassed,
because of his mother�s last sentence.

�Draco? What is in this box?�

�You�ll have to open it to find out.�

Harry lifted the lid carefully and dropped it right away again. His look went
back to Draco, who gave him a nervous look which said �Do you like it? Please say
you like it.�

�Don�t tell me these are clothes for me!�

�Okay. These are no clothes for you.�

�You�re a bad liar. Draco, you can�t buy me clothes. You can�t. Send them back.
I can�t accept them.�

�What? Why not?�

�Because they were probably very expensive and I don�t deserve them. Why
did you do that?�

Draco inclined his head and claimed Harry�s lips in a slow, long kiss. He let
go and ran his hand through the thick black messy hair of Harry.

�I did it because I wanted to. And your momentary wardrobe is even below a
house-elf.�

�I�I will pay for them.�

�If you really want to, but I will set the kind of payment.�

�Meaning?�

�You will not hide your affection for me, but display it to me. And � you will
not suppress your desires. And will accept mine. Is that fine with you?�

�Eh I�I don�t understand.�

The blond ran up his hand along Harry�s thigh and drew circles with his
index-finger on the shirt-covered chest after.

�I mean�you will kiss me when you want it. You will touch me when you want it.
And I will do the same. Okay?�

Harry narrowed his brows and gave Draco a suspicious look. He leaned closer,
looked straight into grey-blue eyes of Draco, leaned back again and gazed at
the box. Again he lifted the lid of the box and put it aside. The clothes had
the size for a doll and were neatly folded and piled. Harry decided on a tiny
black long-sleeved shirt and took it out of the box. It enlarged the moment it
left the box and Harry turned to Draco.

�You want me to wear THIS?�

�What�s wrong with it? It will look great on you.�

�It�s�it�s too tight. I mean it will be too tight. It
will look bad.�

The Slytherin brought his mouth to Harry�s ear, intentionally touching it.

�Put it on. It will look great. Try it, if it won�t fit � maybe I�ll wear it.�

�You�re taller than me.�

�I know, but I like it tight.�

Harry shuddered. Why had Draco stressed the word so strange?

�Yeah okay I�ll try it and the rest too.�

Draco didn�t let go of Harry and kept his lips connected with the others ear.

�You haven�t answered my question yet. What about the payment?�

The Gryffindor�s look was again fixed to the box and
he remained silent for a moment, weighing the situations. He inhaled deeply and
breathed out slowly.

�O-okay.�

He lifted his head and kissed Draco, the first kiss he had started between
those two. He stopped and looked again into Draco�s eyes �he loved those eyes
and could have drowned in them-.

�Thank you for the clothes.�

Draco was a little surprised and didn�t even complain when Harry stood up and
went over to the bathroom to try the clothes. He had expected everything, but
agreement on Harry�s side. That had thrown him somewhat out of his course. But
on the other hand he couldn�t care less. Harry had agreed on showing and
expressing the affection they felt for each other. The blond wondered where
this would lead.

He stood up, put on a clean shirt and walked to the bathroom. He knocked and
opened the door without waiting for an answer. Harry stood in front of the
mirror, scrutinising himself. He wasn�t wearing anything but tight leather-pants.
He recognised Draco�s presence but not the goggling of the blond and went on
staring into the mirror.

�Draco, I can�t wear�wear THIS. It looks, I don�t know, it looks��

�Gorgeous.�

�That wasn�t the word I was looking for.�

Draco stepped into the bathroom and Harry turned to him. These leather pants
weren�t made for him. They were too low-cut and too tight, one could imagine
everything. The Slytherin stopped in front of Harry, his eyes wandered down to
the black pants and Harry fumbled awkwardly with his hands in front of his
chest.

�I mean it. It looks gorgeous. Keep them.�

�But��

�No �but�. Try the rest of the clothes.�

Harry sighed in defeat. Keeping didn�t mean wearing.

�Yeah, yeah I will. Would you�?�

�Nope. Apparently you have no idea what does look well on you, therefore I�ll
stay to help you. � Don�t tell me you�re shy? Harry, you�re already chest-naked
and I saw you already naked.�

Harry was coy. He feared stupid comments of Draco, or that he would laugh about
his build. He pulled another stack of clothes out of the box and tried a
dark-red button-up shirt and opened his pants slowly and tried another pair.
The Golden Boy always changed into new clothes bit by bit, always seeing to it
that he wasn�t just standing in boxers in front of Draco.

But the Slytherin took his job seriously; he made no comments about Harry�s physics,
just commenting the clothes and pilling them into two stacks � �Keeping� and
�Oh god, no way�. After a while Harry didn�t feel shy any longer and the
�fashion show� was done quickly, except for one small pile. The Gryffindor
looked into the box and gulped. Oh nonononono.

�Draco, eurm, I think we�re done. Th-thank you for your help.
Would you be so nice and bring the clothes to the wardrobe?�

�Potter!�

�Potter� looked up and through the mirror at Draco, who was still
sitting on the bathtub edge and raised an elegant eyebrow.

�I know what�s still left in the box. No need to chase me out of the bathroom.
Put them on, at least one. I�ll close my eyes, if you think it�s necessary.�

�But��

�Jeez, not again this �but�. You do shower with other
boys after quidditch and in your boys dorm shower,
right? And I don�t think you�re wearing boxers while, do you?�

�N-n-no.�

�So, what�s the problem?�

Yeah, what was the problem? Draco was right � actually. But this was something
different. This was Draco. He had told him that he liked him. They had kissed.
He had given him a hand-job an hour ago. A hand-job! And after it they had treated
each other normally � if it was normal that two former foes kissed each other,
touched each other� - like it was nothing special. No, �special� was the wrong
word. It was special, definitely; but it had felt like it wasn�t the first
time. As if they had done it before and a connection was between them;
suggesting faith, familiarity, belonging and possessing the other.

It felt good to be in Draco�s arms. It felt good to be kissed from him. It felt
good, to make him feel good. It felt not just good, it felt right.

Harry decided on wood-green boxer-briefs and took them out of the box. He was
still standing with his back to Draco and watched him in the mirror. The blond
watched every move of him and waited for an answer.

Without another word he pushed his boxer-shorts down and confronted Draco with
his naked behind � the behind Draco had a little addiction to. If it would have
been anatomical possible, his eyes would have fallen out of his head. His mouth
hung open and � he fell backwards into the bathtub.

Harry squeaked in shock and �run-hopped� ,with his
underwear around his ankles, to the bathtub. He leaned over the edge and
pressed his hands against the same, not to loose balance and fall onto Draco.

The blond lay in the tub, his legs still dangling over the edge, and rubbed the
back of his head, but a goofy smile was evidently not leaving his face.

�Draco, oh god, are you okay? What happened? Did you slip?�

The blond sat up slowly and leaned against the opposite bathtub wall. He was
still rubbing his throbbing head, but stopped suddenly. He could watch over the
bathtub edge.

�Harry, you�your��

He pointed at the Gryffindor�s manhood and Harry
followed his pointing.

�OH God. Holy fucking shite.�

Harry bent down and pulled his boxer-shorts back on. His face was burning red
and he refused to look into Draco�s eyes. He had allowed Draco to see his
behind, but this went wrong. He felt humiliated, he had humiliated himself. His
eyes were glued to the floor and his cheeks were still burning in embarrassment.

�Should I call Fina and ask her for a pain-killer?�
he asked shyly.

�That would be nice, but eurm could you look at my
head at first? I don�t dare taking my hand away and look if it�s bleeding.�

The Golden Boy stepped into the bathtub and kneeled next to Draco. The
Slytherin lowered his head. Harry took his hand in his own and looked at the
back of his head. No blood seen. He took his other hand, the other was still
holding Draco�s hand, and combed the blond strands gently. Actually it was
useless, through this light blond hair one had seen blood right away, but Harry
wanted to be sure. No blood at all. Just a soft purr of
Draco.

�There�s no blood, but oh, you�ll get a huge bump here.�

He poked the spot gently.

�OOOW!�

�Oh my. Sorry, Draco.�

Harry leaned down and kissed the spot. The humiliation was forgotten for a
moment and his coyness, too. Draco�s hand sized his hand firmer and pulled him
down. Dark grey-blue eyes drilled into his green ones. The voice of the
Slytherin was tense, as if it was hard to control himself.

�Get�get out of the tub and�and call Fina.�

�Is the pain that awful? Wait, let me look once again, maybe I missed a spot.�

Harry�s free hand shot up and landed softly on Draco�s neck, but Draco kept his
tight grip on his other hand and pulled him down again.

�Get out of the tub��

�Or what?�

�You don�t wanna know.�

�Malfoy!�

�Think about it. I saw you naked. I saw your nice little arse. You sit
almost naked in front of me. You stroke my head. Kissed my
head. Touch me gentle. � Does it click?�

Harry�s eyes wandered down � lower � lower � and stopped at Draco�s lap.
Although he was wearing a wide, large shirt, the bulge beneath was obvious and
tented the boxer-short and shirt at the right place. The dark-haired boy bit
his lower lip and raised his eyebrows.

�What do you want?�

�That you get out of the bathroom.�

�But Draco��

�WHAT? What do you want to hear? Should I tell you that I wanna
fuck you, that I wanna ride your sweet little arse?
Fuck, Harry, I needed to play the sleeping beauty that you would touch me this
morning. Do you really wanna hear that I want to
pound into you, do you wanna hear that?�

�Sleeping Beauty, huh!�

�Oh, shut up and get out of here.�

Harry stood up and lifted one leg that he could climb over the bathtub edge.
But he didn�t. He lifted his leg and put it down on the other side of Draco.

�What the hell?�

The Gryffindor sat down, straddling Draco�s lap. He angled his legs that his
shins were resting on the cold ground of the bathtub and pushed up, leaving
Draco�s lap. He looked down at the blond and did nothing else, just looking and
waiting.

�What�I mean�Harry are you teasing me?�

�Nope.�

Harry sat down again. Draco�s hard flesh pressed against his groin and he moved
his hips slowly once. The blond made a deep throaty noise and grabbed Harry�s
waist with both hands. The dark-haired boy inclined his head and brought his
lips to Draco�s ear. First he licked along the outline and took the lob between
his teeth. Draco�s fingers would leave marks the way they dug in his waist and
it felt good. Harry rested his arms on the bathtub edge behind Draco�s head and
let go of Draco�s lob, to whisper seductively.

�I won�t allow you to fuck me�� The blond growled in protest. �� - not yet��

If Harry wasn�t wrong he had felt Draco�s dick twitch beneath him and he rolled
his hips once more. The blond threw his head back and rested it on Harry�s
arms. It was something about lunchtime, probably later, and he was about to get
off for the second time that day, with Harry. Was there something better
existing outside than this? Draco wouldn�t believe it. He could feel Harry�s
lips back against his ear and a pleasant shiver ran down his spine. Was he some
kind of freak or was it normal that his ears where connected with his dick?
Every breath, touch, lick, bite at his ears of Harry
went right down to his groin and he became even harder � if that was possible.

��But I would help you a little, if you would like.�

No annoying pants, just thin boxer-shorts between them. Harry moved very
slowly, but with a steady rhythm and was driving Draco insane. The blond let go
of his hips and clutched Harry�s face between his hands and stared at him
intently.

�Move already.�

And crashed their mouths together in a bruising kiss.

///You have no
idea how happy I was. I almost cried out of joy. Draco had convinced shy Harry
to show their feelings for each other freely. Me, as a greenhorn of a cjupyaloo, they had convinced. I really thought they could
survive outside of this room and I felt a tiny pang of conscience for locking
them in for one week. I know at the beginning of my mission I had said I would
keep them down there until they had bonded. But you know, well�eurm�okay yeah I screwed up. I screwed up royally. You have
to understand, I was a newbie and my hope in humans was free of damage. I
really thought love, affection and caring were more important than anything
else � I was so wrong. I was na�ve and thought of me as the only one who could
judge the situation correctly. I misjudged and hate myself for it till today.
Because of my naivety and stupidity the security of the whole wizarding world
was at the brink at that time.

After their little �togetherness� in the bathroom, I gave Draco and Harry some
time to get dressed and made appear a ladder to the trap door without asking
Dumbledore, Lady Malfoy or anyone else for advice. Today I know they would have
dissuaded me from doing so � okay they would have forced me not to do so, but
it�s all the same. \

The blond was the first on the ladder and pushed
the trap door open. The deserted fifth floor came into his sight and he crawled
out of the hole. Harry followed quickly and both sat on the carpet of the fifth
floor in silence. Both wondered what had happened all of a sudden, that the
ladder had appeared, but were happy to be out of this room. Although they had
arranged with the situation, it was always better to be free than locked down
in one room and feeling like a caged animal.

�Draco, what��

�Harry, Mr Malfoy what�s this supposed to mean?�

Dumbledore hurried along the floor to the �destiny couple� with Snape, Lupin
and Mrs Malfoy behind. He stopped in front of the boys and both looked at him
with mixed feelings. Hate for not saving them, but supporting
their captivity; and confusion for his quick appearance. Mrs Malfoy
rushed around Dumbledore and kneeled beside her beloved son. She embraced him
lovingly and Draco tried to free himself, with a cute embarrassed flush on his
cheeks. Harry watched the scene with envy, but when he felt Remus� hand on his
head; he looked up and smiled at his step-in godfather.

Dumbledore repeated his question and Harry told him about the ladder which had
appeared out of nowhere and that they had used the chance to �escape�. The
headmaster was in deep thoughts after hearing so and �hm�ed
all the while.

�I know it�s too big of a request, but I think it�s the best for both of you�
would you go back down into the room?�

Harry and Draco thought they hadn�t heard right and looked like slapped in the
face with the flat hand. Draco was the one, who found his voice back first.

�Excuse me Professor, but did you just say we should descend back to the room?
Let us lock in � voluntary?�

�Yes, Mr Malfoy, that�s what I�m asking for.�

�NO FUCKING WAY!�

The blond and Harry had yelled in unison and glanced at the other quickly
before they started venting over this �idiotic, unbelievable, insane�� request.
Remus and Narcissa tried to calm their children and Dumbledore waited patiently
with a mad twinkle in his eyes. After both became silent, but were still
fuming; he asked the question again.

�Professor, you can�t force us and voluntary we won�t let us cage in. Why
should we? Anyway, why were we thrown in that room and no one told us why?�

Harry�s question made feelings of guilt appear on every face, except
Dumbledore�s. The old man just sighed and looked at Harry.

�Very well, I think it�s the best if you and Mr Malfoy now will go to your
houses. The others are in afternoon classes but will keep you company soon. Mrs Malfoy, Remus, Severus would you please follow me to my office?
I have some things to discuss.�

The headmaster turned on his heels and walked back the way he had come.
Narcissa kissed her son on the cheek before she stood up and followed
Dumbledore with Snape. Remus stroked again over Harry�s mob of hair and gave
the Golden Boy a wary smile before he followed, too.

Both boys looked at each other in confusion and stood slowly up, again in
unison. Draco brushed dust of his robes and tried hard not to look at Harry. He
had no idea how he should behave now.

�Draco? Eurm�what�I mean�can we see each other
tonight? After dinner or so?�

The blond looked up and saw that Harry�s cheeks were burning and that he had
lowered his head and looked up with sheepish eyes. He wanted to embrace this
boy and kiss him again and touch him, but what if someone would see them? Draco
coughed awkwardly.

�I don�t know. Maybe. I don�t know what�s with my
friends and how they react or whether my mom wants some time with me. You know��

�It�s okay. I�I understand.�

The Gryffindor turned around and just his posture alone told that he was
bitterly disappointed. Draco wanted to call his name and apologise, but the
lump in his throat stopped him and before he could make the tiniest sound, he
stood alone on the fifth floor. He took the stairs down and went to the
Slytherin dungeons, waiting for Pansy and Blaise coming out of classes.

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