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Draco's Downfall	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12587 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry slowly regained consciousness in the morning. As usual he had a morning woody. What was not usual, however, was a blond head bobbing up and down on it. Harry said nothing; experiencing some extremely talented head for the first time. He relaxed and let his bodily functions take their course, enjoying an exciting ejaculation. What amazed him was Draco seeming to enjoy the taste of Harry’s semen and carefully licking up any spills. Draco also applied his tongue assiduously to any droplet which emerged from Harry’s glowing meatus afterwards. The procedure was highly enjoyable and left Harry feeling relaxed and mellow. Not for long though. Kreacher arrived with a breakfast tray and a list of Harry’s appointments for the day. A quick shower and hasty dressing left time for an unhurried breakfast before apparating to Number Twelve and flooing to the Ministry; leaving Draco in the charge of the Chief Magical Forensic Wizard.

### EVENING ###

Harry was delayed by a case he was dealing with and forgot about Draco completely. Not that he should have worried. When he apparated into Grimmauld place he saw the bare backside of someone scrubbing the tiles of the kitchen floor. Kreacher had the cane in his hand but obviously had not used it, for Draco’s bum was pearly and pristine.

“How did you get Malfoy to do it, Kreacher?”

“He offered, after he had dropped some biscuit crumbs. So I let him.”

“Has he missed any bits?”

“Not yet! I have pointed a few out, but when I swished he went over them again. He’ll be done in a few minutes. Then we can start Dinner.”

That was Draco’s surprise; Harry and Kreacher in the kitchen cooking and chatting amiably whilst they did so. Part of his surprise was that he felt slightly jealous of the way Harry was so friendly towards his elf and the fact that delicious smells were wafting from the various pots on the wood-burning stove. Draco knew how a table should be set and silently sought out the things required, taking them into the dining room and setting a table for three. Kreacher was taken aback by the gesture, but a wink from Harry had the elf joining them in the repast. Neither of them let on that the normal modus operandi was for a shared meal round the scrubbed table in the kitchen.

To begin with Draco’s contributions to the conversation were stilted, because he felt ill-at-ease talking to a house-elf as a friend. Soon however, he relaxed enough to forget his inhibitions, helped, no doubt, by an excellent vintage claret from the Black cellars. In the end Harry coaxed the blond into making a list of vintages that Harry should put down for future use. To Draco’s surprise he found that Kreacher was also an expert, and the bon-vivant language soon soared over Harry’s head. Not that he really minded, he knew what good wine tasted like and listened carefully to what was being said, storing up the knowledge for future use.

Draco voluntarily involved himself with the very relaxed washing up afterwards; Harry at the sink, Draco with the tea-towel and Kreacher putting away. Afterwards all three retired to the library. Kreacher set about the estate accounts, Harry went to the map section, spreading the map he was interested in out on the table. Draco was surprised again, because one of his passions was cartography, so two eighteen year-olds pored over maps for the rest of the evening.

It being bed time, they carefully folded the maps, placed them in order on the shelves and went upstairs. Harry showed Draco where his room was and moved next door to his own room. Each room was en-suite so separate showers were taken. Afterwards Harry climbed drowsily into bed and closed his eyes.

There was a timid tap on the door.

“Come in Malfoy!”

“Hmm … Harry … Hmm … Can I sleep in your room please?”

“What?”

“It’s the Black ghosts!” Draco hoped his lie was not challenged, but he had imagined that he could hear an occasional spectral susurration.

“Oh … I see … I’m not asking Kreacher to shift beds at this time of night, so you’d better sleep with me; the bed’s big enough for two, anyway.”

Draco hoped that his satisfied grin was not showing as he climbed between the sheets. He was circumspect … At least to begin with … However, his gently exploring hand soon found Harry with a hard-on. Draco cast a silent Lubricio on himself and poked his bum towards the target. Harry jumped slightly when the greased-up cheeks rubbed against his mushroom, but he soon recovered and gently pushed forward. Draco sighed with contentment and flexed his anal muscles slightly.

Harry had little to do to begin with, because Draco used his expertise and slowly nibbled his way down Harry’s cock. Harry was reminded of Draco’s lips performing the same duty earlier in the day. He was also surprised that anyone could use their anal sinews in such a way, not that he was complaining, the sensation was superlative.

Once up to the hilt, Harry became more active; he started humping and his hand strayed round the Slyth’s waist to pump a hard member. Once both of them had shot their loads Blondie’s bum muscles contracted gripping Harry inside him. Like a cock ring it kept Harry hard and within half an hour a repeat performance occurred; this time Harry’s receptive rooter was allowed to escape and two weary teenagers slept off their exertions soundly. Draco chalked up a good mark on his mental score-board.

### MORNING ###

Harry had the same wake up call the following morning. Because it was half an hour earlier and no long distance apparating had to take place; the morning routine was less rushed. The pair still flooed to the Ministry and split up as before.

This time, on finishing work, Harry remembered his charge and went round to collect him.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to him, Harry, but keep up the good work.” The Chief of Magical Forensics said, whilst they watched Draco through the protective glass divider as he was finishing off. “He’s actually been polite to the other workers, today. For once I’ve had no one, including him, flying off the handle because an experiment didn’t go the way that was expected. Usually he rants and raves when things go wrong. Today he just shrugged and tried another test. We got almost twice as much work out of him than usual.”

“Why do you let him make such a fuss?”

“He’s brilliant at decoding poisonous potions and making antidotes for them. One makes allowances for such genius. However the present peace and quiet is very welcome.”

Draco opened the door: “Sir, I’m finished now, there are four cultures in the cabinet, I shall see which one is successful tomorrow morning. Hello Harry; sorry to hold you up, a couple of Aurors were squirted with something noxious when they made the arrest. He didn’t get away, but they’ve turned an interesting shade of purple and it itches like the devil. I milked that bug that you gave me and I think I’ve cracked it, but only tomorrow will tell.”

Harry smiled at Draco: “Right then let’s go.”

Both of them wished the Chief goodnight and went to the apparating point. When it was their turn Draco snuggled up in front of Harry; squirming his bum tightly into Harry’s crotch.

Harry’s hands slipped under Draco’s robes: “Shall I give the queue a quick flash of your attributes?” Harry whispered, drawing down Draco’s zip.

“Please no? Apparemus!”

Draco was not thinking straight and they landed in a neat rose garden. Harry, by that time had parted Draco’s clothes.

“Merlin’s balls, Potter. Now look what you’ve made me do.”

“It was you rubbing yourself on me in public that got you all confused. Where are we?”

“In the Manor’s rose-garden.”

“So you’ve brought us to meet your mother have you?” Harry chuckled evilly: “You should be dressed for the occasion, now let me see … ‘Exuero Te! In domus Potterensis depositum’ … Is that better?”

“What have you done with my clothes? Where are they?”

“Back at Grimmauld Place, I think. Now shall we go and meet your mother?” Harry had an arm round Draco’s neck and a hand pumping his prong.

“Oh no! Please Harry, please. Please take me back to your house. It’ll kill mother if she sees me like this. I promise I won’t ever proposition you in public again. Just get us out of here quickly, please, please, pretty please?”

Harry had no intention of exposing her son’s nakedness to Narcissa. The mention of killing also struck a nerve in his psyche: “Apparemus!” This time they arrived in the back yard at Grimmauld place; their original intended place of landing.

“Hello Master!” Kreacher stood, a swishing withy in his hand: “How many stripes and what for?”

Harry felt Draco lurch: “Not attending when he apparates and taking us to an inappropriate destination. How did you know to get ready?”

“All of his clothes landed here five minutes ago. So I gathered you were cross with him.”

“Right Malfoy, give me your hands … Now bend down.”

“Please not out here? Somebody might see.”

“Fine … You can bend over the kitchen table instead.”

Once inside the house Harry had a whispering session with Kreacher whilst Draco quailed at what was being prepared.

Harry sat down beside the table close to Draco’s bent-over position: “Move your bottom away from the table, Malfoy. I don’t want your balls bruised by its edge when you lurch forward.”

Harry was only satisfied once Draco’s nipples were at the table’s edge, giving him an excellent view of the danglers beneath. Draco was quivering in anticipation of a real thrashing. He was surprised therefore when, despite the ominous whooshing sound, he received a series of light pats. He resolved not to be deceived, having been lulled into a false sense of security that way before during some death eaters’ ministrations. He knew that, once he had relaxed, the mighty onslaught would come.

Harry was amused by the tense muscles as the blond squirmed in expectation and it turned him on. What was equally arousing was the fact that the patting was developing Draco’s dong as well; quite soon it was drooling precum.

“Okay Malfoy, stand up! Show my elf your cock … What do you think Kreacher … Is it stiff enough?”

“I’m not sure, Master … Perhaps if I feel it?”

“Good idea … Well Malfoy … Stop trying to pull away.”

The idea of an elf handling his intimate parts was definitely off-putting; so Draco began to wilt. Harry ordered some more slaps to liven the blond dong up again. It took ten repeated doses before Draco overcame his scruples an allowed the elfin fingers to wank him to fruition, actually enjoying the process in the end.

Harry mused on the fact that Kreacher seemed to have educated fingers and knew all the spots that would excite Draco greatly; wondering where he had learned his skills.

The meal went ahead as before, only this time Draco set up on the scrubbed kitchen table. Afterwards Draco nakedly wandered around the tapestry room whilst Kreacher and Harry sorted out certain estate matters. Occasionally Draco would catch snatches of the conversation and he began to realise how big the Potter holdings were – easily on a par with the Malfoy affluence of yesteryear and definitely surpassing that that was left after reparations had been paid. This strengthened his desire to win Harry over, realising that the Gryff had a good business head as well as the wherewithal to make large investments. His estimation of the house-elf went up too, truly understanding for the first time that Harry’s fair treatment had given Kreacher a chance to bloom in many ways that the remaining Malfoy house elves were not allowed to. He also wished that he knew where his personal elf had gone. Draco was quite attached to Sonny.

### RUMINATIONS ###

As Harry was undressing prior to taking a shower and retiring, Draco wandered in. He was very quiet as he watched Harry strip, so before all was revealed Harry paused.

“Okay, Malfoy, what’s eating you?”

“Nothing really. I’ve just realised that you aren’t the crass braggart that I thought you were. I think I should apologise to you a hundred times over at least. We started out on the wrong foot mainly because I thought in my misguided Malfoy pride that no one was good enough. I’ve seen how Kreacher has responded to your kindness and how you allow him to use his not inconsiderable brain. I’m having a complete renaissance – probably long overdue – I’m not sure I like the ass I’ve been – So I’ll endure my punishment and hope that that begins to make amends.”

“So that means the end of all this exciting sex, does it?”

“No way! However it may start to mean something different to me from now on. It’s always been something to be endured, but somehow you’re different – I’m actually beginning to enjoy it – even if it’s being imposed on me and especially if it’s you doing it.”

“Do I take it that you wish to share my bed again?”

“Yes please. I should really come clean about yesterday. There were no ghosts frightening me, I just wanted an excuse to jump into your bed.” Draco closed his eyes and screwed up his face in expectation of a Potter outburst.

He did get his outburst, one of Gryffindor laughter: “I thought as much, so now you’d better come and join me in the shower.” Giggling, Harry removed the rest of his clothes.

“You’re not cross?”

“Why should I be? I had some good sex from and excellent practitioner. I dare say that you have more to teach me in that line too.” Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and laughingly dragged him towards the shower.

Draco’s relief was very apparent to Harry, because the blond’s boner extended itself in anticipation. Harry put some shower-gel on his hands and applied the to the Malfoy meat. Within two minutes Draco was huffing and showing his creamy appreciation. Harry’s hard-on was straining, shiny and purple; so Draco turned around and offered his pink target. No time was spared before dark hairs were abrading fair cheeks as Harry tried his hardest to push everything inside the receptive anus. Three enjoyable minutes and the green-eyed man was finished.

As they sluiced down Draco said: “You know, Harry, it could be much more enjoyable if we took a more leisurely approach. Sustaining the ‘almost there’ feeling and enjoying it for longer. It does mean occasional pauses, but it would be worth it.”

“Fine; you can show me what you mean once we’re in bed. It’s your turn to have my arse.”

“Okay, but not immediately. We’ll start by licking.”

“What! My hole?” Harry looked disgusted.

Draco realised that he had better take things slowly: “No! Your dick! I’ll imagine it’s a lollipop.”

“Oh!” Harry looked relieved: “Do I get to lick yours?”

“Yes … Hmm … That’s if you want to.”

“Well you’ve sucked mine a couple of times, so I wondered what it would be like to suck yours.”

“Now remember, we’re going to go slowly, so just licking to start with. If one of us gets near the edge we must ask for a pause, Okay.”

“Okay!”

By this time they had dried themselves off and they were lying on their sides on the bed in a sixty-nine position. Harry had never been this close to anyone’s genitals before. He did not start licking immediately; instead he used his fingers to gently trace the courses of Draco’s throbbing veins. Then he caressed the edges of the shiny mushroom, remembering some of Kreacher’s techniques from earlier on. Draco was still receptive down there and spasmed slightly whenever Harry found a particularly sensitive spot – so much so that it was Draco who called the first pause.

During that pause he demonstrated various tonguing techniques, making Harry call for a rest.

On resumption Harry used his tongue to trace the course his fingers had taken, ending up with an exploration of the silky smooth glans. Harry’s lips now encompassed the Slyth’s knob to just below the ridge. Compressing his lips he went exploring the glans-eye with his tongue; pushing and wriggling it, in an attempt to penetrate the small slit. Draco lurched and he gasped as he withdrew.

“Merlin, Harry, where did you learn to do that?”

“Nowhere! I was just experimenting.”

“Right, Mr Potter, I shall return the favour.”

The feeling was incredible. Only Draco had his hand round Harry’s stem. So when the Gryff lurched, the blond went with it; continuing the delightful torture and watching the dark haired balls jumping up and down in ecstasy. Harry wanted it to stop; but he enjoyed it too much. He felt as though he was about to cum, but knew he was nowhere near. In a lucid moment he reapplied his skills on the blond’s knob, gripping the stem and moving with the convulsions. For well over half an hour they lay twitching; slowly working towards a climax, neither of them had the will to call a halt and so Harry had his tongue tip pushed out of the way by a creamy gusher. The taste was not unpleasant, slightly tangy and smooth – another new Potter experience.

Then it was topped by Harry’s own consummation, he felt as though he was pumping out gallons of the stuff in an endless stream, although Draco’s mouth seemed to be adequately coping with it. It was gloriously painful, exciting and yet calming, concentrated in one part of his body, also totally consuming. Harry found himself weeping and laughing simultaneously; nothing had prepared him for what his senses relayed.

###RECOVERY ###

“Merlin’s beard, Draco; that was really something!” Harry remarked as they recovered from their demonstration session.

“Yes! Wasn’t it, just! Are you really sure you’d never done that before?”

“I’ve told you so previously, remember?”

“Yes … But … Merlin’s balls, Harry … What’ll it be like when we move on?”

“I’m not sure I understand?”

“Well; we done all the basics but there are many more ways to make them more interesting. And then you seem to have a genius for invention too. I’m looking forward to the next few months immensely. I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Nah! Malfoy! You’re just saying that to get me to stop Michael and Justin doing nasty things to you. Any way, I’ve promised them that they can fuck me at the weekend – I suspect you’ll be too sore to give me a good time.”

Harry felt Draco tense. Draco was appalled that ‘his Harry’ would let himself be interfered with by those two disgusting queers. He almost shouted out, but just managed to check his outburst; realising that he was now in the same position and remembering what had happened to him under Voldie’s rule.

Draco sobbed.

“What’s the matter, Malfoy?” Harry offered the blond a mint imperial, and popped one in his own mouth.

“Nothing,” Draco said miserably; refusing the offer of a sweet.

“Yes there is, tell me?” Harry sucked thoughtfully on the bonbon.

Draco felt the magical compulsion: “I’m jealous, I’m becoming possessive of you; you’ve affected me deeply, much deeper than anyone else ever has. The thought of you having sex with those too makes my stomach boil. I want to defend you from them and hex them into oblivion. All those nasty things that Father and the Dark Lord taught me are clamouring to be used against them. I’m feeling really mixed up about things. Sex has always been a tool, sometimes used by me and many times against me. But with you it’s different, you care and I care about you too. Gone are the feelings of rivalry, of putting you down, of being vexed by your very presence. I want to please you; I want to be with you always, your being next door to me now has me glowing all over. It’s not just sex, although that’s great, it’s something else as well; much bigger,” Draco sobbed again: “I can’t explain it any better.” He buried his head under the pillow and beat his fists on the mattress.

Harry looked aghast at the blond body next door to him. It was shaking with sobs. The caring side of the Gryff came out and Harry wanted to hug the Slyth. Then a little internal ego voice said: ‘Do that and you’ll be bound to him for life.’

‘I’m not sure that that would be such a bad thing,’ Harry’s alter-ego replied; as his eyes wandered admiringly over the luscious body besides him.

‘Are you sure you can trust him?” asked ego.

‘Almost as much as Hermione and Ron,’ replied alter-ego.

‘So … Put him to the test,’ suggested ego.

‘I’m not sure I want to, I think I want to protect him too.’

‘Put yourself to the test also … Let them torture him … tell him he’s being tested and see how he reacts … See if you feel more possessive and protective … Then you’ll know.’

Harry was nonplussed; he wanted to touch the sobbing blond, but how to do it sympathetically? He reached out and gently patted Draco’s bum, trailing a slow finger up his back and onto his shoulder, where his hand came to rest. Draco’s head came out from under the pillow and looked at Harry’s sad face.

“You don’t feel the same way, do you?”

“Not as intensely, no! I still remember the old Malfoy, how contrary he used to be; and that was not very long ago, was it?”

“No, I suppose not. We’ve known each other for eight years; most of them as rivals and it’s me who has changed. I understand that you need proof of that change … Oh dear … I suppose I must do what I don’t want to … What scares me shitless … Harry, if I let them do those things without complaining, will that help?”

“I don’t know, Malfoy. In a way it will test me too. I’ve promised them my body to play with, the idea was exciting at the time, but now I’m having second thoughts. I’ve never reneged on a promise yet; all this is still very new to me. I like what we’ve done together recently and I want more. One part of me feels that having been this personal with another bloke I should stick to one relationship at a time. Another part feels that I should try out other sensations to test the feeling that I’m developing. I don’t think it’s really my nature to be one of those flighty bees, visiting as many flowers as possible; neither do I want to be a lovelorn loon sadly pining after a failed love affair.”

“You recovered from Cho and Ginny didn’t you?”

“Ye-e-es, but this is different, more intense, I think.”

Draco rose from his prone position so that he was sitting opposite Harry on the bed. He leaned forward and looked into Harry’s glistening emeralds. Imperceptibly their faces were drawn together until their foreheads were touching. They stayed like that for some time.

Harry could see Draco’s features quite plainly but, without his glasses on, the platinum hair was fuzzy and framed the face enticingly. He reached up to touch the silken tresses and inadvertently caused Draco to move closer.

Draco could feel Harry’s breath on his lips and it tickled slightly, to salve the itch Draco stuck his tongue out to lick his lips.

Harry saw the quivering pink tip emerge; it was almost the same hue as the knob end he had enjoyed sucking earlier. He wondered if it had the same feel and tried an experiment.

Draco jerked slightly as Harry’s tongue made tentative contact. There was a pleasant lingering taste of the peppermint Harry had just allowed to dissolve. Draco now wished he had accepted the offered sweet, and his lips parted automatically to allow his taste buds a savour.

Harry was surprised when Draco sucked his tongue in. He remembered kissing Ginny, but this was different. There was a tingle as his mouth-member passed between the Slyth’s teeth. A frisson in case the blond was going to bite was soon overcome by the delight of exploring the inside of Draco’s mouth.

The feeling was sensational; Draco wanted more, so he reached up and pushed his fingers in to Harry’s unruly mop of ultra-soft hair. That drew their lips together. As the kiss deepened not only did their animal instincts go into overdrive, but their magical auras began to interact. Something that neither of them had ever experienced before; it was like living inside their own electrical storm. Only this seemed to be a cocoon of crackling fire.

Almost simultaneously they recalled the closeness of their joint escape from the room of requirement, Draco hugged Harry harder and Harry wanted to protect his mate from the storm outside. How long they were like that they could never remember; but they awoke much later, face to face and smiling.

Their repeated trysts that week intensified their feelings toward each other. There was also enough time to speak of the things deep in their hearts and they were surprised at the many congruencies of their points of view.
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