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Tabula Rasa	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

         “Harry, are you ill?” Ron asked as they were doing their homework in the Gryffindor common room. He noticed that had Harry stopped writing and was staring into empty space.

         “What? No, I don’t think so,” Harry answered as he snapped back from his daydreaming fantasies. He’d been doing that a lot since his date with Draco. The days following their date had been interesting to say the least. Each of them made a habit out of it to sneak up on the other between classes, pull him aside and snog him senseless. The biggest problem was keeping themselves in check so they wouldn’t get caught. As far as they knew, they were the only same-sex couple in the school. This was one of the main reasons why they both weren’t ready do make their relationship public knowledge yet. There was now way of knowing how people would react, so they both had to remain aloof towards each other when they were in public. This was not that difficult for Draco, who was rather talented in covering up his emotions. Harry on the other hand found himself getting more and more infatuated with the handsome Slytherin and had a hard time hiding that. Draco often had to guide the lovesick Gryffindor through situations in which they were together with other people.

         “You seem kinda out of it,” Ron commented.

         “For heavens sake Ron, leave him alone,” Hermione said, not looking up from her book. “It’s so obvious what’s wrong with him.”

         “Is it? What?” Ron asked curiously.

         “I can’t tell you that!” Hermione replied.

         “You don’t know!” Ron said smugly.

         “Yes I do”

         “How would you know?”

         “I notice things, Ron, as you should know by now. Who was the only one who had figured out Professor Lupin was a werewolf? Trust me, if I say I know something: I know something.”

         Harry’s bright green eyes widened as he listened to his friends’ bickering. Hermione is indeed very perceptive. Did she know?

“So what are you saying?” Ron asked unconvinced. “Harry’s a werewolf?”



         “Off course he’s not a werewolf!” Hermione sighed, sick of the tedious conversation.

         “Hermione, do you know?” Harry asked, getting Hermione’s attention away from her book.

         She hesitated for a second before responding, carefully weighing out her words.

         “All I know is that ever since the potions accident you’ve been happier then I’ve seen you in years, and now after it’s worn off you still seem happy. That’s all I’m saying.”

         Harry swallowed nervously. She knows!



         “And... do you mind?” Harry asked.

         “Mind? Off course I don’t mind! You're happy and that’s what matters. I mean, okay it’s a bit... odd. Not the ‘what’ but the ‘who,’” Hermione reassured. “But, you know, you’re smart and you can take care of yourself. And if it makes you happy...”

         Harry couldn’t contain himself. He jumped off his seat and flung his arms around Hermione, crushing her into an emotion filled embrace.

         “Thank you!” he said, feeling a great weight having lifted off his shoulders.

         “You’re welcome,” she said feeling slightly surprised by Harry’s reaction.

         “Can someone please tell me what this is all about?” Ron nagged.

         “Nope,” Hermione said while returning Harry’s hug.

         “Bonkers, the both of you!” Ron growled.

*

         At the dinner table Harry made sure he was seated in a place within eyeshot from Draco.

“Does he do this on purpose?” Harry wondered, looking at Draco eating a cherry in a way that made Harry wish he could switch places with the fruit. “It’s either that or he is part Veela.” Harry thought that would make a lot of sense. There was no denying Draco was as gorgeous as they come. With his velvety pale skin, smooth silvery-blond hair and icy blue eyes, he looked like an Angel cast down from Heaven for making all the other Angel's jealous. He thought how weird it was that he never noticed before how striking Draco actually was. Perhaps it was because of their constant fights that he didn’t bother looking. Well, now Harry looked and he definitely liked what he saw. Harry could easily imagine him turning out to be part Veela.

“Oh my Merlin, did he just lick his lips?” Harry though looking over at Draco again.

         “I’ve got to go,” he announced to his friends as he got up from the table and walked towards the Slytherins.

         “Malfoy! Outside! Now!” Harry ordered. Crabbe and Goyle were making attempts to get up, rising to the opprotunity of Harry looking for a fight, but Draco stopped them.

         “Don’t worry guys, I’ll handle this,” he said giving a threatening glance at Harry. They left the Great Hall heads held high. Draco was quite surprised by Harry’s aggressiveness. Off course he knew it was an act, but Harry usually avoided confrontation if he could help it. This left Draco wondering what Harry was up to. When they had left from view Draco turned to Harry.

         “Harry what... umpff...” Harry had pushed him against the wall and covered Draco’s mouth with his. Draco gasped in surprise and this gave Harry the chance to sweep his tongue inside. Harry smiled as he found that Draco tasted like cinnamon rolls.

         “Hmm, don’t you taste good today?” he whispered against Draco’s lips. Harry kissed him deeply, his tongue battling with Draco’s, stroking the roof of his mouth, sucking on his lower lip, running his tongue gently along his, flavouring, caressing, devouring. He felt Draco’s hands tucking out the back of his shirt and reaching under it to feel the lower curve of his uncovered back. Just the simple touch of Draco’s hands on his naked skin made his body feel like it was on fire. They devotedly caressed each others tongues, savouring each other, revelling in their connecting bodies. Suddenly Harry felt a nudge in his nether regions, making his hips jerk up. Draco broke their kiss and cocked an eyebrow.

         “What was that?” he asked mischievously.

         Harry blushed.



         “What do you think it is?” Harry answered feeling slightly embarrassed.

         Draco grinned.

         “I think it’s your body reacting to the fact that you’re happy to see me,” Draco said smugly while flipping Harry over and pushing him up against the wall, switching places. He pushed his lower half against Harry’s who let out a yelp.

         “Do... do that again,” he stuttered and Draco complied and crushed their pelvises against each other again, making Harry’s mind go numb as he felt an identical bulge grind against his. He was quite astounded that, even if he had been the provoker of the snogging-session, Draco had been able to turn him into a panting puddle of hormones pressed against the wall in less than a minute.

         “Good God, Draco,” Harry panted. “If you keep teasing me like this I might not be able to keep myself from ravishing you whole.”

         Draco got a naughty glint in his eyes.



         “Then why don’t you?”

         Harry gulped.



         “What?”

         Draco leaned in, hugging Harry close.



         “Ravish me,” he purred in his ear, making Harry shudder.



         “Are... are you sure?”

         In response Draco caught Harry in another bone-crushing kiss and bumped his thigh up against his again. They looked into each others lust filled eyes and knew that this was it. Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him along the corridor. They ran as fast as they could (which wasn’t all as speedy due to the aroused state of their bodies) towards the Head Boy’s dorm. Draco pulled Harry inside the portrait hole and dragged him across the common room (which he shared with the Head Girl) towards his bedroom. Once inside he magically sealed the door and pushed the Gryffindor against the wall again. The time between then and now was maddeningly long.

         They repeated what they did before, bumping their erections together through their clothes. Draco watched the other boy squirm with pleasure when he sped up his thrusts, head rolling back in his neck, occasionally bumping his head up against the wall. It was invigorating to see The-Boy-Who-Lived squirm beneath him, his eyes darkened with passion, his body aching for his touch. The knowledge that he could induce such reactions intensified his own passion even more. Draco groaned, and with that thought his orgasm hit him. He felt a little disappointed that he hadn’t been able to make Harry come with him, but he decided to make the most out of the situation. He crashed his lips into Harry’s, sucking Harry’s tongue into his mouth. He moved his hands between them, reaching for Harry’s pants and unbuttoning them. He reached under the waistband of Harry’s boxers and he felt the Gryffindor quiver as Draco caressed the tip of his arousal. He reached further and gently stroked Harry’s full length. He removed his hand and in one swift motion he slipped off Harry’s boxers releasing his erection from its confinements.

         Draco gasped.



         “What happened to you?” he asked.

         “What?” Harry asked, but he quickly caught on to what Draco was talking about. “Oh!

Well, I’m circumcised.”

         “Circumcised?” Draco exasperated. Being a guy himself Draco obviously knew what a penis looked like. Therefore he could easily tell what was missing there and didn’t have to think far about what a ‘circumcision’ would be.

         “Yes,” Harry groaned in torture due to the lack of physical contact. “I had an infection when I was an infant so...”



         “So they chopped it off?”

         Harry shrugged apologetically.



         “Does it bother you?” he asked.

         “What?” Draco asked, still in shock that people, even Muggles, would do such a thing. “No, it’s just... barbaric!”

         Looking at Harry’s member, he noticed they would be about the same size, although Harry’s did seem to be a bit wider. Draco let his hand go further down than before and softly massaged the sac below Harry’s erection, making him whimper in need.



         “It looks kind of nice when you get over the first shock,” he admitted.

         Draco decided to take pity on the poor boy and firmly took hold of the slick stem of Harry’s engorged sex. Harry snapped his head back and let out a sigh from relief. Harry felt his knees starting to buckle and both him and Draco gently slid themselves to the floor. Harry felt terribly exposed. Sure, other people had seen him naked in the showers and such, but never when he was physically aroused. This strangely enhanced the intensity of the situation as well. The knowledge that in Draco’s hands was something yet unseen and untouched by another but Harry himself. Harry had ‘polished his wand’ several times in the past whenever he needed to get rid of his erection, but it was never as intense as this. Was it because it was with another person, or because it was with Draco? Draco’s movements started speeding up, making Harry shut his eyes as leaned his head back against the wall.

         “Harry, look at me.”

         Harry complied and stared back at Draco’s gorgeous face. It was incredibly intense, looking into Draco’s lust filled eyes, while below his hand was zealously pumping away at Harry’s distended cock. He could look into those eyes forever, staring back at him with an almost predatory gaze. Suddenly Draco let go of him and it felt like absolute torture. Was he teasing him? Harry questioningly looked at Draco, who he saw smiling roguishly at him just before he lowered his head. Harry suddenly jerked up as he felt a warm wetness envelop the base of his cock. Draco licked the throbbing vein on the underside of Harry’s arousal with his tongue, slowly tracing it to the tip of his crown which he circled a couple of times. He removed his tongue and with his hand he gave Harry’s shaft a light squeeze while circling the head with his thumb. This send Harry over the edge. He arched his spine and cried out as orgasm hit him. Draco smiled victoriously as he felt Harry’s cum spread across his hand. He kept firm hold of him, wanting to milk Harry till the last drop.

         After Harry was fully spent, Draco delicately licked each drop of cum from his hand into his mouth, before he gently tucked Harry back in. He took the panting boy into a full embrace and planted another kiss on him. They sank back and sprawled themselves fully unto the floor, Draco partially covering Harry. They kissed lazily, both still high from their buzz.

         After a while of kissing Harry noticed Draco’s breath had started to become erratic again and then he perceived something pressing against his thigh.



         “What was that?” Harry asked grinning, imitating Draco’s previous question.



         “What do you think it is?” Draco replied.

         In response Harry gently pushed Draco off him and got to his feet. He grabbed Draco’s hand, pulled him off the floor and led him towards the bed.



         “Something that needs to be taken care of.” he replied as he playfully shoved his lover unto the bed.

         “My, my, aren’t we frisky today?” Draco commented as Harry jumped unto the bed and straddled his hips.

         “Would you rather take care of this yourself then?” Harry asked as he gently cupped the bulge in Draco’s pants.

         “Tempting... but no,” Draco replied as he started unbuttoning Harry’s shirt.



         “Thought so,” Harry mumbled as he planted another kiss on Draco’s lips and gently explored the sensitive interior of his mouth. He felt his now opened shirt slide down from his shoulders and be discarded unto the floor. Draco feasted his eyes on Harry’s lean upper body as he caressed his shoulders and his back. Harry couldn’t hide a blush forming on his cheeks as he saw an approving smile form on Draco’s lips. They both quickly undressed each other and soon there was a messy pile of clothes on the floor. They were both slender, as Seekers usually were. Even though Draco did seem to be the more strapping than Harry (this was probably part of his natural built), the muscles of both young men were well defined from endless hours of Quidditch practise.

         They were undressed. The confidence Harry had a few second ago vanished like snow in the sun. So now what? What was he supposed to do? He was kind of hoping it would all flow somewhat naturally, but instead he felt frozen to the spot.

         ‘Do something,’ Harry told himself. ‘Anything.’

         Harry timidly lowered his head and circled one of Draco’s rosy nipples with his tongue while fondling the other one with his thumb, making them go hard under his caresses. He grinned as he heard Draco moan in appreciation. Harry thought that clothing should be prohibited on Draco’s body. He never really thought himself to be an oral person, but he realised that he just wanted to lick, suck, nibble and bite every inch of Draco’s lean ivory-coloured body.

         “Should I...? Or do you want to...? Draco asked, his voice hoarse from arousal.

         “You go,” Harry mumbled as he sumptuously sucked Draco’s neck. He had honestly no idea what he was supposed to do, so he thought he’d best let it up to Draco. Sure, he could imagine what it would be like, but the fact remains that he had always visualised losing his virginity to a girl. So he was completely unprepared for the situation he now found himself in. Draco grabbed a pillow and arranged it under Harry’s back, tilting his pelvis.

“I want to see your face,” Draco explained, noticing Harry frowning questioningly. Harry felt Draco spreading his legs and settling between them. Draco reached out for some lubricant he bought a week ago (just in case) and squeezed some of it in his hand. Draco caught Harry’s lips with another heated kiss as he brought one finger into him.

“Iep!”

“What?” Draco asked concerned.

“It’s cold,” Harry said smilingly.

“It will probably heat up soon,” Draco said as he planted his lips back unto Harry’s.

As they kept kissing, Draco inserted another finger while Harry tried to relax his inner muscles as much as he could. As the third finger entered Harry couldn’t help but flinch at the discomfort.



         “Sorry,” Draco said apologetically.



         “It’s okay,” Harry answered reassuringly.

         Draco gently removed his digits, added more lube into his hand and went to coat his erection with it.

         “Oh shit! That is cold,” Draco yelped in a high voice, making Harry snigger. Draco’s lips crashed into Harry’s again. His sweet hot kisses spiralled Harry’s passion even higher. Harry felt the tip of Draco’s erection pressing against his entrance.

         “Ready?”

         Harry nodded. Draco held on to Harry’s waist and slowly slid himself into the other Seeker. Draco groaned as he gradually felt his cock being enclosed in Harry’s tight warmth. Harry was so warm and tight. It was maddening.

         ‘Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!’ Harry thought feeling Draco’s length impaling him causing him to feel a significant amount of burning pain. It was obvious Draco was being as considerate as he could, but it still didn’t make it any more comfortable.



         “You okay?” Draco asked as he noticed the painful expression on his lover’s face.



         “Yes,” Harry answered, slightly surprised that Draco bothered asked him. Just as he found himself wishing this wouldn’t drag out too long, Draco pulled slightly back and gently slid back into Harry. Harry gasped, not sure it was from pain or pleasure. Draco slowly did it again and it was obvious the pleasure was taking over from the pain. Harry did notice Draco didn’t fully sheath himself, probably out of consideration. Harry squeezed his inner muscled around Draco’s arousal causing his lover to yelp.



         “Dammit Harry! Don’t do that or the show will be over soon!”



         “Stop holding yourself back!” Harry said as he lovingly cupped Draco’s flushed cheek. “It honestly doesn’t hurt anymore.”

         In reply Draco unsheathed himself almost to the tip of his erection, next to fully slide himself into Harry. Draco moaned loudly as he found himself fully enclosed. Harry let out a gasp as he felt Draco’s length thrust against his prostate.



         “Oh God, Draco!” Harry sighed.

         Draco noticed Harry’s reaction and hit the same spot again, and again, and again, making his lover squirm beneath him. Harry met Draco’s thrusts with his own as they started picking up the pace. Draco’s mouth attacked the sensitive spots of Harry’s neck making Harry mumble incoherent responses. Hearing those approving reactions escaping from the Gryffindor’s mouth made Draco’s passion spiral even higher as he nipped and licked the curves of Harry’s neck. Harry was surprised at how natural this all felt. Perhaps it was because of their previous romp against the wall, but there was very little awkwardness even though they both found themselves being fondled in places they didn’t know existed. Harry couldn’t stand it any longer and lowered his hand down between them to touch himself. Draco caught notice of this and slid a hand down Harry’s body to cover Harry’s hand with his own, guiding the strokes. Harry’s free hand tangled itself into his lover’s slick blond hair as they began to move faster, both with the thrusts of their hips as with the stokes of their hands. Harry broke their kiss and groaned out Draco’s name as orgasm hit him. Draco felt a strange twist in his chest when he heard Harry call out his name like that. It felt wonderful.

         Harry looked up at Draco’s face which was full of concentration while he was still urgently looking for release. Draco’s eyes burned into his and Harry saw they were glistening and more darkened than ever, boiling over with lust and passion. Draco sped up his thrusts and within moments climax had taken him. He released his seed while Harry squeezed his inner muscles around Draco to extract him of all of his essence. Draco came and he came hard.

         Harry had to contain himself, trying not to smile like some crazy person. It was invigorating to see the icy Draco Malfoy melt into a puddle and tremble like a leaf. His face was revealing a surprisingly soft expression and his eyes were full of unrestrained emotion. The mask he put on every day was thrown away like an old pair of socks. Draco slowly slid out of Harry and dropped himself next to his lover, hugging him close.

         “That was...” Draco exasperated, not knowing what words to form to describe what just happened.

         “It really was,” Harry smiled, planting a kiss Draco’s glistening forehead. Harry thought his lover looked even more gorgeous than before. Draco’s hair was slightly messed up and hanging in front of his eyes in this incredibly sexy way. There was also a soft blush spread out onto the cheeks of the pale gleaming skin of his face. Harry thought he looked almost angelic. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist and leaned his chin against his shoulder. All he wanted right now was to leave his body so he could melt together with Draco’s. Merlin, did he love him! He really did, he realised that now and this wasn’t just the post-coital buzz speaking. It felt both wonderful and terrifying at the same time. He had never felt anything like this before and quite frankly; it was kind of scary. Harry pushed that thought aside and, comforted now that he was safely wrapped into his lovers arms, closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

******

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