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Flaw in the Blood	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Many thanks to my beta mamacita.
It wasn't until I was in the middle of soaping my hair that I realized I never got a chance to talk about my inclusion in future missions. Dumbledore would probably say no now, just to spite me. I understood that the Headmaster carried a heavy burden on his shoulders. I was neither unsympathetic nor dismissive of that burden, but I had my own boulder to push uphill, and therefore I was disinclined to feel generous. When I was done I wrapped the towel around my waist and brushed my teeth. I had a moment when I paused and remembered that I had actually gone and called one of the greatest wizards ever "pathetic".

I jumped when the bathroom door opened and Hermione walked in. Fuck. I had forgot to lock the door.

"I don't want to talk about it, Hermione. Kindly leave."

She blushed at seeing me with only a towel on and lowered the toilet lid to sit down. "I don't care if you don't want to talk, because I do."

"Oh, and I suppose my feelings and wants mean nothing to you? Has Dumbledore been giving lessons?" She flinches at my acidic tone and words. I almost apologize.

"That's exactly why I won't go away. Something is wrong. You've been ignoring Ron and me. If we did or said something to offend you, tell us. I feel like there's a distance growing between us, and it shouldn't be that way, Harry. We're best friends. Tonight's outburst just reinforces the fact that I feel like you're holding back a piece of yourself. Why are you so dead set against Malfoy being a spy?"

I was exhausted and it was fraying my patience. I'd warned her that I didn't want to talk, so I didn't feel too bad about what I was about to say.

"Has it ever occurred to you, between snogging sessions, that maybe I would like the choice to sleep in or only just read the material? That all this might feel like too much? That seeing people I rely on to ensure my safety and well-being blatantly disregard another's, while hiding behind lofty excuses about the greater good, tears at me? Well, Hermione—has it?"

Tears were pouring down her cheeks and she gasped for breath between sobs. "I'm sorry—I'm sorry, Harry."

"Forget it. Let's just go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." She didn't respond, only rushed out of the room.

I contemplated going to one of the unused bedrooms, but I didn't think anyone else would bother me tonight. Uncertainty about Malfoy's response to my outburst had me a little worried. His reactions were as mysterious as why females travel in packs. I finished my absolutions and got dressed. He was sitting on his bed when I went out.

"I always knew your kind and caring façade was just as fake as Dumbledore's."

"You'd know all about putting on a façade, wouldn't you ?" My sneer was worthy of a Malfoy.

"Not all of us are duplicitous bastards. I've never pretended to be anything other than what I am." He purposely ignored my vicious tone.

"No, you haven't. So, when did you develop a death wish?"

"I don't know, probably not long after you developed yours."

"What a pair we make: two orphaned boys with hero complexes mixed liberally with utter disregard for life or limb."

He snorted. "Speak for yourself."

"Then why act the hero now, instead of the coward as you did before? Why go back to the person you were running away from?"

He shifted under my gaze. "Maybe I don't want you getting all the glory."

"Then stay here. Fight beside me, and I promise that when it's over I'll give you all the glory."

Something in his eyes flashed, but he turned his face away before I could identify it. "I will be fighting on your side Potter, just not at your side."

I raked my hand through my hair in frustration before sitting down heavily on my bed and facing him. "It wouldn't matter if I begged, would it?"

The corners of his mouth tipped up. "As much as I would enjoying hearing it, no, it wouldn't." I didn't say another word, only turned over and present him with my back. "Potter?"

"Good night, Malfoy."

"Good night, Harry."

The harsh sound of a sob jolted me out of sleep. The sound came again, but muffled. I realized Malfoy was crying. It was the type of gut-wrenching, debilitating crying that only a feeling of true hopelessness could produce. Without thought, I got out of bed and went to him. His face was shoved into his pillow, his whole body jerking with the motion of his sobs. I ached for him in that moment, the feeling so tangible that I could almost touch it. Tentatively I reached out to touch him, my fingers skating down his back. He stiffened and turned to face me.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"It doesn't matter. Budge up." He looked at me without comprehension. "Move over," I told him gently. I slid in behind him. I hesitated and then put my arm around his waist. No one should be alone when they were feeling this raw. His body tensed and then relaxed, but if anything, his crying only escalated.

His body fit mine in a way I didn't think was possible between two men. His frame was slender, almost to the point of being delicate. Malfoy usually only ate enough to keep Mrs. Weasley off his back. I could feel each rib with just the slightest of pressure. A new swell of anger welled up in me. I brought my hand up to pet his hair, much like what Ginny did when I was upset.

"It's all right," I told him. "I'll protect you." The reason I was making such a promise was beyond me; it was just that I couldn't stand his keening noises and needed him to stop. I continued to hold him, and after a while his sobs quieted to heavy inhalations.

When he turned towards me I was unable to make out his face without my glasses. "You don't have to go, you know."

"Yes, I do." I pulled him closer to me. We stayed like that until the last tremors stopped and his breathing had evened out. I wasn't even aware that my hand that wasn't in his hair was rubbing circles on his back until he tried to shift away from me. He made a distressed noise when I wouldn't let him go. A moment later I felt why he was so eager to get away. The erection pressed against my stomach was very hard and very real. I gasped.

I had never felt another man's arousal before, and it was startling. Malfoy renewed his efforts to get away from me, but my hold was unyielding. "What do you want?" I asked.

"For you to unhand me, you specky git."

"I'm not wearing my glasses. Tell me what you want."

"Why? It can't be what you want, too." His voice was almost petulant.

Obviously my sickness was making me forget all reason, because I said, "For tonight it can be." He jerked in surprise. When he made no further move I propped myself on my elbow, leaned forward, and pressed my lips to his.

He didn't respond, and I pulled away. His eyes were closed. They slowly opened and my heart raced. No one, not even Ginny, had ever looked at me before like he was doing then—like I was something to be both treasured and then devoured. It was a heady combination. My hand came up and I jerked him towards me so I could settle my lips on his again. When our teeth clicked I felt as clumsy as I had the first time Ginny and I made out. Malfoy made an amused sound and toppled me. Being on my back with him above went against my instincts, and I froze.

The smirk was pure Malfoy. "Relax. I'm going to make you feel good."

He wasn't lying. His kisses were chaste in the beginning, like he was testing me. The first swipe of his tongue against my lips was electrifying. I'd thought this would a passive venture—I would let Malfoy take his comfort from me, and that would be that. I hadn't expected to feel this passion. I opened my mouth for him and sent my tongue gliding along his. I tore my mouth away so I could breathe. His lips found my jaw and then my throat. When he sucked hard at my pulse point, I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped. Gripping his hair with both hands, I hold him there. When he pulled away I frowned in displeasure. He pulled his shirt off and reached for the hem of mine. I lifted up when he tugged. It was a novel sensation having his chest pressed to mine. Why couldn't it have felt less good than it did?

"I can't believe you're letting me touch you like this."

"Only for tonight—"

He cut me off by licking and then biting my nipple. "Ugh." He moved to the other one and gave it the same attention.

My breathing stuttered when he started trailing kisses down my torso. He stopped at my navel and whirled his tongue in a circle around it. Up until now, the pleasure I was feeling had been tempered with the knowledge that it was a boy giving it to me; now I didn't care, not as long as he kept his mouth on me. He covered my body with his again and kissed me with fierce intensity. The press of his pelvis on mine had me bucking into him, and Malfoy's responding hiss made me do it again.

"Like that?" I ask.

"Merlin, Potter, who knew you were a tease?"

Surely not me, I thought as his fingers skimmed the waistband of my pajama bottoms in silent question. I held my breath. I didn't know if I was ready to take it this far. If I was naked, there would be no denying that this was more than just me comforting him with some kisses and touches. Ginny and I weren't together, so it couldn't be considered cheating; I loved her, though, and if we got together again I would have to tell her about this.

Malfoy knew exactly what I was thinking; I could tell by the way he pulled back. I wished he'd just take the choice out of my hands, but I knew he wanted me to want it, too, to remember later that I'd asked for it.

He moved off the bed and I worried that he'd lost patience with me. I realized my mistake when he removed the rest of his clothes. He looked at me with his back stiff, waiting to see if I'd comment. I was too busy looking to say anything one way or another. I had seen his body before, so it was nothing new. The Malfoy smirk was on proud display when he realized where my attention was. Damn him! A petty part of me had hoped he'd be a lot less endowed then he actually was. My next thought was, Why the hell would someone want to have that up their arse?

He came hesitantly back to bed. My heart was racing so fast I was starting to feel light-headed. I couldn't comprehend the idea that I was about to a feel a naked male against me. I shiver as his body covered me once again. His mouth was on mine in the next second. I shifted and opened my legs, the better to accommodate his weight. The first slide of his cock against mine sent a wave of desire spiraling through me.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

The feel of his cock was muted by my clothing; I'd thought I would be grateful for that, instead I felt hindered by it. Malfoy made a happy noise when his cock nestled into the crevice at the joining of my thigh and hip, and he began a slow rocking rhythm. Now that he was no longer kissing me, it was becoming overwhelming. All I wanted was for him to finish so I could go in the bathroom and wank myself to completion. He must have noticed my inattention, as he stopped moving and looked at my face.

"Does it not feel good for you?"

"It does, it's just—I need more. I can't make myself forget—" I cut myself off, but Malfoy, being astute, got it.

"That it's me touching you," he said softly.

"No, a guy touching me. It's because of you that I'm even doing this." He looked off to the side, then turned back.

"I get that this is a one-off. I know you're not into guys, but I can make you forget, if you let me."

If I was smart, I'd end things now. Anything from this point on would only complicate everything. Malfoy pulled away and sat back on his heels. His cock, still erect, bobbed proudly, causing mine to give an answering twitch.

"Okay, make me forget."

"Are you sure?" he asked, even as he leaned forward.

"Yes, come on." I pulled him down and it was my turn to ravish his mouth. It was a truly awe-inspiring site to see someone as cold and controlled as Malfoy come apart. He arched when I sucked hard and then bit a spot above his collarbone. Moving to one side, he snaked a hand down and hesitated only a second before diving under my waistband to grasp my cock.

"Nuh." I really should stop him, I thought, but it just felt so good.

He gave me several hard jerks. As wound up as I was, I knew that if he continued I'd end up coming. I grabbed his wrist. "Stop."

"Let me," he breathed in my ear.

"If you keeping going, I'm going to come." Malfoy gave me a look. I rolled my eyes. Gestering to his own jutting arousal I asked, "What about you?"

"Is it important that I get off too?"

"What's the point in doing this if we don't both benefit from it?"

"You're such a Gryffindor. You're going to have to pull these down, though," he said, tugging at my pajama bottoms. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought, and I slid them down and kicked them off. "Turn on your side, facing me," he instructed. After I did, he grabbed the back of my thigh and pulled it over his hip. I blushed hotly.

Spitting into his palm, he took me in his hand. I thrust myself into his fist. Malfoy scooted closer and kissed me slowly. His mouth and hand left, only to return wetter than before. When I reached out to touch him, unsure if that was really what I wanted to do but thinking it unfair not to reciprocate, he swatted my hand away. My eyes darted to his face. He was watching me. I was about to ask why he didn't want me touching him when he enclosed both of our cocks together and stroked. I clutched at his shoulder.

"Do that again." And he did. His tongue and hand worked in synchronicity to bring me to the edge of release. I gripped his hair as I panted and moved against him.

"That's it, Harry, move with me." The sound of his raspy voice coupled with his upward hand movement had me coming hard.

"Oh, gods!" I rolled away to catch my breath. I grimaced at the sticky feeling. I was finding it hard to look at him. It occurred to me that Malfoy may not have climaxed. I surreptitiously looked over at him: he was still hard. Does he expect me to take care of it? Fair is fair, I guess. I sat up and looked at his cock. It will be just like touching your own, I told myself. I gently reacheded out and encircled him with two fingers forming an O, swiping my thumb along the head of his erection.

The sound of Malfoy's moan made me look at him. It wasn't so bad if I concentrated on his face, and not where my hand was. He was giving me that look again, and it made me feel shy. I watch as his cheeks flushed pink, his hands gripped the covers, and he arched with a cry. I felt his cock pulse, and I let go before he was done.

I felt sticky and wanted to take another shower. A part of me thought that if I washed him off me, I could pretend this had never happened; the rest of me wanted to go on kissing and touching him, to shut out the world. I hid my confusion from him. It wasn't his fault I felt this way; I'd instigated our encounter, not him.

When I could no longer stand the quiet, I got up and got a wet flannel. He took it from me without saying anything. When he was done, I took it back. He watched me to see what I would do. I kissed him, our lips barely brushing before I was closing the bathroom door behind me. I turned the shower on again and waited for the water to heat up. Once under the spray, I leaned against the tile and hyperventilated.

No one has to know, I told myself over and over as I struggled to breathe.
AN: I apologize for taking so long to update. I'll post chapter seven sometime next week. That will be it for updates until I finish my ST fic. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed. Your comments are greatly appreciated.
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