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Chapter Seven: Said In So Many Words
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Fingers skimmed the subtle lines of Harry’s body, tracing, mapping, exploring them as if they all led somewhere. The firm body behind him pressed harder into him, wrapping him tightly into it, imprisoning him in the embrace.
Harry’s eyes shot open when he realized the touch wasn’t a dream but rather, in fact, his reality—and currently, a definite predicament. His brain was groggy with the remnants of sleep as he attempted to figure out how and why he was currently being held in someone’s arms; more importantly, whose arms.
Turning his head, Harry caught sight of pale hair falling over the curve of his shoulder which was now raised almost like hackles on an animal from fright.
Okay. It was simple. Draco had embraced him in his sleep. He could just…somehow maneuver his body from the embrace and act like nothing happened.
Hips thrusted into his backside, unfortunately reminding him of a dream he once had. No—rather, fantasy he had about the very person now doing it. Oh Merlin, it felt so good. Better than it had in his fantasy. He could feel the hardness pressing into the cleft of his arse as Draco continued to rut against him.
Maybe Draco was used to having his bed partners willing for morning romps?
After the night before, Harry was less than inclined to take advantage of Draco. He had almost been tempted to as the sensation of hands teasing him both under and over his shirt continued. Fingers scratched along his sensitive waistline as if knowing every particularly pleasurable place on his body. That alone was reason enough to stop this before it had gone too far.
Harry’s body was already fully responding, hips sliding up against the others invitingly even as he decided to end this. He couldn’t help it. The sensations were intoxicating, causing his hips to work almost as if they had a will of their own.
However, Harry refused to get off knowing that he would have to face Draco as soon as he realized Harry was not just some random bed partner.
Fighting his desires, Harry pulled away as much as he could. However, the arms holding him barely yielded. The strength was surprising as he fought to remove himself from Draco’s hold on him. Gods. Was Draco made of steel?
Turning over—as he had no other option—Harry pressed his hands firmly into Draco’s naked chest and pushed, hoping the effort would get him out of the vice-like hold.
Lashes fluttered and arms weakened as Draco stirred. Harry wanted to watch, already entranced by the soft beauty of his companions face, but he knew this would be his only opportunity to remove himself without fully alerting Draco.
Dislodging from the arms around him, Harry used a bit more strength than necessary and went flying backwards—and right off the bed. His head connected with the floor as his legs flew out above him. The loud sound apparently startled the sleeping wizard because Draco was immediately up and peering over the side.
“You alright there, Harry?”
Harry laid, vision swaying slightly as the image of Draco danced above him. “Just dandy.”
Draco offered him a hand, and because he was still fighting the dizzy feeling, Harry took it and was helped back up on the bed to face the reason for falling out of it. The blonde looked absolutely breathtaking with his chest bare, muscles straining as he helped Harry situated to the bed, hair a mess and eyes glistening with tears from yawning.
Dear Merlin. He was in trouble. Harry rubbed a hand over his face in frustration as he attempted to calm his wayward body.
“Did you have a nightmare?” the other wizard questioned, causing Harry’s hand to fall away. He watched the devilish smirk fill the Slytherin’s face as eyes traveled downwards to the tent in his trousers. “Or…not perhaps?”
Harry took the pillow he had used to sleep with, and without warning, slammed it right in the prat’s face. Draco chuckled as he fought off the pillow and threw it to the side. Harry couldn’t help smiling as the earlier tension melted away into good humor.
“You’re a right bastard,” he said affectionately.
Draco’s eyes sparked happily. “Do you not mean, a sexy bastard? Most desirable—“ Harry slammed another pillow into the snarky bastard’s face, chuckling with he nearly sent the blonde off the bed.
Standing up, Harry headed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day—and rid himself of his little problem in his trousers.
*
Thankfully, they were able to avoid being found out by Rita Skeeter. Draco had contacted a few people to help hide his current (and previous) whereabouts. She was also the only reporter that had followed him out there, but Harry wasn’t taking any risks. He paid for everything in cash, avoiding any possible trail she could follow.
After ringing his acquaintance, they met him downtown and started their search for the book he thought they were looking for.
The little bookshop had many books, some rare and old written from other countries, but none of them were what Draco was looking for. After exhausting the lead, Harry and Draco headed back to Sligo.
“Seems I’ve wasted your time again,” Harry grumbled as he drove.
Draco shook his head absently. “This is a natural course of events especially with a book as rare as this. It was worth the look.”
Harry appreciated how amiable Draco was. He—however—was rather frustrated they still hadn’t found it. He was starting to wonder if it really was still in Ireland. Draco had mentioned that he had other associates looking into the matter, but so far, no one had found the book they sought.
“I’ve been wondering,” Harry started as he kept his eyes on the road. “Why is it that you need this potion? Is it for the Ministry?”
Silence followed his question. Daring a glance, he looked over to Draco. The blonde had turned away, but the reflection in the window spoke greatly of the reason for the silence. There was a sadness there that alarmed Harry. He wanted to know more, but that face caused him to hesitate.
He backtracked quickly. “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter. We will find it.”
“My mother,” Draco started before his face trailed off. He cleared his throat before starting again, “My mother is ill. There is a cure, but the only recipe for the potion is found in that book.”
“Draco,” Harry breathed sympathetically. “I—“
“The illness is rare,” Draco continued in a strained voice. “The last known case was a century ago; this book was the last record of the cure.”
“How long has she been ill?” Harry fought to keep his voice even.
Draco breathed softly. “She started to become ill six years ago. Shortly after you disappeared. Healers thought it was nothing to worry over. However, in the last few years, her condition has worsened. Finally, they identified the reason this year. I have been searching since then to find the cure.”
Harry nodded. “We will find it. I’ll do all I can to help.”
Draco finally looked at him. He wasn’t crying, but the rimming around his eyes was red enough that he very well could at any moment. “I really was surprised when I found you here. I…it was never my intention to blackmail you to get to the book, but I sincerely needed your help. I thought that if I asked without any sort of leverage, you would never have helped.”
Harry wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t. The animosity they had for each other was rather severe. He may not have helped in the beginning; although, if he had known the reason, he may have. Harry wanted to believe that, but it mattered little now.
Now he genuinely wanted to assist Draco; not because he felt obligated to, but as a friend.
“We will find it,” he repeated a bit more firmly.
Draco nodded but said nothing further as they finished their drive back to Sligo.
*
Harry rubbed at his temples with frustration. After another visit to the city, he still hadn’t found out much more than what they already knew. He had spoken with the head of the McEvoy family, but it seemed it was a misrepresented rumor that they had ever had a book like that.
Harry wanted to find the book more than ever now that he knew they were racing against time. He had sought every lead as soon as they returned, but every time he felt on the edge of somewhere, it would drop out beneath him, leaving him right where they started.
Draco sat beside him on the sofa, watching him silently before touching him lightly on the shoulder. “I know that the circumstances are dire, but you should not worry yourself over it.”
“I’m not,” Harry lied. “My head just hurts. Tylenol will fix it right up.” Draco’s eyebrow rose. “It’s a muggle medicine for headaches.”
“A potion?”
“A pill,” Harry corrected with a smile. Draco looked repulsed by the idea. “It’s actually way nicer than our potions. I can take it and not have to taste it in my mouth for the rest of the day.”
“It still sounds utterly undesirable,” Draco retorted with the crossing of his arms.
Harry laughed at the childish display. “Don’t dock it until you try it, Draco. You might find you like it better.”
“Doubt it.”
Harry shrugged with a lazy smile before standing and stretching. “I should probably go to bed. I have to be at the shop tomorrow. You can take the bed tonight.”
“Shall I simply expand your rooms and add another bed?” Draco asked seriously.
Harry pretended to be insulted. “Are you saying you don’t like my house? How dare you.”
“It is in need of serious decoration,” Draco mused seriously.
“Hey,” Harry said, pushing the Slytherin’s shoulder jokingly. “You’re a right bastard.”
“Don’t you mean, sexy bastard?” Draco returned with a smirk.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Then shall I expand the rooms?” Draco took out his wand before Harry had a chance to stop him.
Harry sighed. “No, others have seen my house. If it suddenly expands, they’ll notice. You take the bed, I’ll stay out on the sofa.”
Draco sighed before re-pocketing his wand. “I feel like we have had this argument before,” the other wizard stated angrily. “It is my intention to stay until the book is found. If you truly insist on not surrendering to an expanded household, then our only other option is to share the bed.” Harry was about to argue, but the other wizard raised a hand. “I will not touch you. You have my word.”
That wasn’t Harry’s problem. Harry grumbled to himself before weighing his options. Risk the expansion of his house—the magic would be difficult to reverse should he decide to—or share a bed with a man he harbored an impure attraction to? Neither option appealed to him.
Harry glanced up at the other wizard. Draco had crossed his arms self-importantly against his chest appearing regal, as if he intended to rule only under those two options.
“What about you stay—“
“Those are your options, Potter.”
Harry cursed. “Fine! We’ll expand the rooms!”
Draco smirked before his eyes narrowed on Harry. “You know, I think I like it better to share a bed with the savior of the wizarding world.”
“You’re a right bastard,” Harry growled and cut off Draco as soon as he looked about ready to correct him. “It seems you’ve forgotten you are living in my home, under my rules.”
Draco laughed mirthlessly. “I am a Malfoy. Malfoys live under no one’s rule.”
“Well that’s about to change,” Harry countered with a smirk.
Draco’s body stiffened with the challenge. “Oh? How does the great savior intend to make me yield?”
Oh, Harry had his ways. Closing the distance in three short strides, Harry attacked Draco in the best way he knew how—with a good old fashion tickling.
It was rather humorous how Harry found out the tall prat was ticklish. In his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry had stumbled on quite the scene that he now wondered if was actually a friendly tickle fight between fellow Sytherins, or in fact, lovers? He didn’t care to know from the way his chest tightened at the very notion of lovers.
However, it was his best line of defense against a friend who was suffering in much of the same ways Harry had in his youth. Besides, it was distracting from the fact that Harry was very close to yielding to the blonde wizard.
Somehow though, in the midst of his thinking, he was now on the sofa underneath a brutal assault of fingers. Harry fought the laughter bubbling up, but it burst from him, echoing off the walls as he attempted to escape.
“Like I said,” Draco spoke breathlessly as he continued to tickle Harry an inch within his life. “Your reflexes are lacking…greatly.”
“I give!” Harry finally cried out when it became too much. “I give!!”
Draco stopped tickling him but continued to pin him down by straddling his thighs. “Then you will sleep with me?”
Harry’s heart stopped. He attempted to restart his brain. Draco didn’t mean it like that. Speak, Harry, speak. “Uh…I’ll share the bed with you,” he stated breathlessly. “Now get off. You’re heavy.”
Draco smiled triumphantly. “Your efforts would have been successful if you were not so weak.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry replied as he attempted to get his breathing back to normal. “You’re—“
“A right bastard,” Draco finished with a dazzlingly smile. “I know.”
*
Harry had finished his usual nightly routine before finding Draco in his bed—waiting for him. Harry fought to remain aloof as he slipped in beside the other wizard and turned out the lights. He faced his back towards Draco, trying his best to appear as if nothing was different from any other night. You know, aside from the object of his desires being in his bed.
The bed creaked as Draco eased down beside him. Harry felt the soft touch of hot air to the exposed skin on the nape of his neck. Harry closed his eyes tightly, ignoring the hitch in his breathing. Minutes passed as he felt the continuous hot breathing on his nape.
A hand touched his hip slightly before clasping it gently and causing Harry to gasp, body jolting with surprise.
“You said—“
“What if I said I wanted to kiss you,” Draco’s voice was husky, eliciting delightful shivers to splay out over his skin.
Harry stiffened, inadvertently painting himself against Draco and causing the other wizard to groan with surprise. The hand on his hip tightened before pulling Harry more into Draco’s frame.
“Draco,” Harry gasped as his body started to respond, pumping blood through his veins and causing heat to rush to his face. “You promised…”
“Do you want to try it?” Draco interject. “You might like it.”
“I don’t want to experiment,” Harry growled.
The hand on his hip ate into his skin before jerking him and forcing him onto his back. Draco was immediately hovering over him, gazing at him with shadows playing across his face. It was hard to see much in the dark, but Harry could just make out the intensity in Draco’s face. This wasn’t a game. This was serious. He was serious.
“I want to kiss you,” Draco stated in a low voice.
Harry was having difficulty breathing again. “Why…I thought I wasn’t…you said I wasn’t your type.”
Please. Let this not be a dream. Oh Merlin, he would want to die if this were another one of his fantasies.
Draco leaned down, breathing hotly onto Harry. “Harry,” was all he whispered before pressing his lips gently to Harry’s.
It all happened at once. Shock from the touch shot down his body from where they touched, causing his hands to clasp into the bedding and body to arch into the touch. His eyes closed while his voice groaned. Lips brushed almost hesitantly against his own before settling in a confident rhythm, coaxing his own to follow the Slytherin’s lead.
It was electric. And sensual. And everything Harry could possibly hope from a first kiss.
His hands found their way up and around Draco’s broad back, pulling the other wizard’s weight into his own. A tongue twined with his own, eliciting a startled gasp from Harry’s throat. Heat coursed through his body, ran through his veins, and ignited his soul for more. It felt like his was on fire.
He wanted it to never end. As inexperienced as he was, his mouth moved with a brutality and confidence he otherwise shouldn’t have. He wanted to consume Draco with his mouth alone. He grew more daring as the kiss continued, sliding his tongue invitingly against Draco’s, groaning when Draco reciprocated by following it and dominating the kiss.
Hands slid insistently under his night shirt, forcing the material up to expose his chest. Harry startled under the touch. He immediately pulled away from the kiss, gasping as he thrust down his shirt and ceased everything entirely.
“We…this…” Harry fumbled as he nearly fell off the bed in his scramble backwards. “This can’t happen. We can’t.”
He continued to ramble as he pulled on his coat and fled the house. His mind was foggy as he started his car and raced towards Dakin’s flat. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he drove, wishing he hadn’t let it all happen. Draco had done this. Plenty of times. Kissing, sex, having illicit affairs were nothing for Draco.
Harry—however—was madly in love with him.
Tears continued to rush hotly down his cheeks. He had kissed him and found out that his desires exceeded lust. He wanted Draco not simply to have him. He wanted all of Draco. The mere idea of kissing someone that didn’t reciprocate those feelings. It hurt. It felt like his chest was caving in, making breathing incredibly difficult.
He gasped and sobbed as he finally arrived at Dakin’s flat. Stumbling out of the car, clad only in his pajamas, Harry headed to the door and knocked, hoping and praying that Dakin would be home.
The door opened to a groggy, rather angry looking Dakin. That expression changed immediately when he took in Harry’s state.
“What—“
“Can I stay here tonight?”
“Uh,” Dakin started in confusion.
“Please. Can I…just tonight, I promise?”
Dakin pulled him inside. “Of course. Always. Come on, I’ll get you something warm, and you can tell me what happened.”
*
“Come on, Harry,” Dakin said for the fifth time as Harry laid on the floor, blind to anything around him. “You have to tell me what happened. What has got you so upset? Is it…did that prissy boy do something to you?”
“No!” Harry immediately cried. “I mean, it’s not something he did. It’s all me. I…”
“You what?” Dakin urged with a gentle voice.
Harry’s eyes burnt with tears again. It was all his fault. He should have been more persistent with refusing Draco. He should have never allowed that kiss to happen. “I…it’s just not his fault, okay?”
Dakin looked unconvinced but nodded. “Okay, I won’t ask anymore. How about we put on a movie?”
Harry was grateful for the distraction and nodded.
*
“Where is he?” a voice growled as Harry faded into consciousness.
“How do you know where I live?”
“Does it matter, troll? Show me to Harry.”
“How about…no.”
There was a bang, causing Harry to jerk fully away. Dakin stood frozen at the doorway as Malfoy strolled in purposefully towards Harry. He jerked him from the floor, pulling him instantly towards the door. “We need to talk.”
“Draco,” Harry gasped as he was pulled through the door. He hadn’t taken his wand when he fled, so there was no fighting back especially in his stupor. It felt like the world was weighing on him as his head pounded. “What are you doing here?” He blinked at the brightness of morning.
“We will discuss that once we have returned home,” Draco hissed as he helped Harry into the car, surprisingly gentle while he did, and proceeded to head towards Harry’s home.
“Whoa!” Harry cried when he realized Draco was driving. “Wait, do you even know how to drive?!”
“Of course I bloody do, Potter.” Harry cringed at the use of his surname and immediately went silent. “I am not completely oblivious to the world of muggles.”
Harry fixed his eyes out of the window, ignoring the tight feeling in his chest and crushing feeling of his heart.
They arrived after a short drive, and he let himself out of the car before heading inside. The door closed with a loud bang behind him. His shoulders stiffened, but he refused to turn around for fear of what he might find in Draco’s expression.
“Well?”
Harry licked his lips. “Well what?”
“Why did you flee last night?”
“Does it matter? You got what you wanted. A kiss with the-Boy-Who-Lived. I’m sure it hardly matters,” Harry responded bitterly.
He was immediately turned and faced with a fuming Draco. The man looked positively homicidal. “That is bloody tripe, and you know it. I thought you were beginning to understand me better, Potter.”
Harry closed his eyes, fist tightening. “Look, I think if we want to find this book, we are going to have forget last night ever happened.”
“Why? Give me a good reason, and I will consider it,” Draco hissed lowly.
“I didn’t like it,” Harry lied.
Draco chuckled without mirth. “That’s a lie, Potter, and we both know it. Try again.”
“It’s not!” Harry yelled, pulling away from Draco. “I can’t…we can’t do that anymore! It’ll ruin everything!”
Draco didn’t attempt to pull Harry back; instead, he crossed his arms and regarded Harry seriously. “What will it ruin? Why do you think a kiss will ruin anything?”
“Because it’s not just a kiss to me!” Harry yelled before he could think twice.
Draco’s lips curved up. “You are in love with me.”
“No,” Harry denied breathlessly. “I can’t be.”
“Why ever not?”
“Because you…you could easily have a relationship with anyone else!”
“That has very little to do with your being in love with me. Besides, I have stated it before: I have particular tastes, and do not have relations with just anyone,” Draco stated coolly.
Harry ground his teeth down in frustration. “Look. You are used to have relationships probably without commitment. I…I can’t do something like that.”
“You assume a lot about me, Harry. While I will not deny that there has been a time or two where I did not pursue to know the other better, I would not be so bold as to snog the-Boy-Who-Lived without any sort of intention for a deeper relationship,” Draco finished with a sigh.
“But—“
“I am a living, breathing wizard. I am also a Malfoy and a Slytherin. If I desire of something, there is very little that would persuade me from getting it,” the blue-gray eyes fixed pointedly on Harry. “Right now, I desire you. Only you. I want you however you will have me. If you wish to slow down, then I will concede to that wish. I will not—however—cease this all entirely unless there is a good reason. You reciprocating is not one of them.”
Harry was speechless and very near fainting. If he wasn’t mistaken in understanding what Draco was saying, then did that mean that Draco might—possibly—like him as well?
Now Harry really hoped it wasn’t all some sort of dream.
“You like me?”
Draco groaned with exasperation. “I thought you already knew as much. Are you seriously telling me you were absolutely unaware of my desire for you?”
Harry suddenly felt insulted. “Why wouldn’t I be?! You never said it. You even said that I wasn’t your type!”
“It is quite adorable how you trust my every word, Harry.”
“Wha—“
Draco pulled Harry towards him, silencing him with a hard kiss that wracked his body to the very core. He groaned against the onset of stimulus it brought about before Draco pulled away.
“You are bloody bull-headed,” Draco complained, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s forehead and holding him tightly. “However, I would not have you otherwise.” Draco pulled away, leaving Harry suddenly very weak. “I do not expect you to fall willing into my arms, but I ask that you never run from me. I would much rather face your wrath than desperately search for you all night.”
Desperately search? “Were you looking for me?”
“Of course!” Draco growled. “You left your wand. You were unprotected and emotional. Why would I not worry?!”
Harry dropped his eyes in shame. This was a very new side to Draco, but then again, Harry had been discovering a plethora a new sides about Draco Malfoy; that was partly how he had come to fall madly in love with him.
It was still unbelievable that those feelings would be returned, but Harry couldn’t run anymore.
“Okay,” he breathed, pressing forward and laying a chaste kiss on the angry Slytherin’s lips. “I won’t run away anymore.”
A soft flush tainted Draco’s cheeks before he was absently rubbing at his nose. “See that you don’t.”
“So…we’re dating?” Draco’s face morphed in disgust, and Harry laughed. “Isn’t that what two people who like each other do?”
“Must you say everything in so many words?”
“Hm,” Harry pretended to think for a moment. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Bloody Gryffindors.”
“Does this make you my lover now?” Harry asked with a small smirk.
Draco blanched. “If you ever refer to me in such a way again, I will hex you brainless.”
“Noted,” Harry said smiled. “Lover.”
He immediately escaped to the bathroom when Draco reached for him, laughing the entire way.
TBC…
Two chapters in one day?! Madness! Okay, so finally…it has happened, sort of! I felt bad with leaving you guys in a sore spot so I worked all day to get this chapter out. So hopefully this earns me some treats…pie or cake are both acceptable! Until next time!!
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