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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^

The door was only pushed open a few inches, slowly, to prevent any creaking sounds. Large shadows cascaded against the walls from the multiple four posters. There was enough moonlight gleaming through the windows to illuminate the sleeping boy's pearlescent face.

Sighing with relief, he entered the room. He had already checked many rooms before this one; he was glad his search was over.

He stealthily stepped across the carpet, careful not to awaken the others. Crawling on the lush green bed, he straddled the sleeping boy.

He didn't wake him immediately. Brushing a stray blond hair from his closed eyelids, he silently admired his beauty. He traced his chin with a gentle finger tip. Seeing him in his slumber, he looked so innocent. He definitely was a receiver of the infamously handsome Black family genes.

Then, it occurred to him that having someone just sit and watch you sleep was creepy. He leaned forward and rested his chest on the other boy's. His lips were right next to Malfoy's ear, "Wake up." he whispered.

Harry sat back up to see the blond's reaction. His eyes opened slowly, the grey reflecting against the moonlight. Rubbing his eyes, he then blinked rapidly, "Potter?"

"Yes?"

"Potter!" The blond's eyes opened as wide as possible. Any lingering drowsiness was instantly deserted, "Oh my God! What are you doing here?" Malfoy immediately sat up and shoved Harry off of him. He frantically grabbed his wand off his side table. Then, he took all the hangings of his four poster and shut them.

"Not happy to see me?" Harry chuckled. He hadn't expected the Slytherin to react any other way.

"I believe it was you who said you didn't want to see me again!" Malfoy snarled, then whispered, "Lumos."

"What can I say? I was angry." Harry sat at the foot of the bed, casually leaning against one of the posts.

"You said you hated me." Malfoy scowled. He leaned against the headboard, holding his glowing wand toward Harry.

"I don't hate you." Harry sighed, "I did say that, and at that moment I felt that way. Hermione's a close friend of mine, Malfoy. You don't have to like her. I'm just asking you to be a little respectful and not call her Mudblood."

Malfoy's jaw twitched. He sat silent for a moment, lifting his free hand and suddenly becoming interested in his nails. He sighed and changed the subject, "How did you even get in here?"

"I heard you whisper the password the night we escaped Filch." Harry explained, "It did take me a while to check which dormitory you were in. But, I found it."

"My God, Potter. You really went out of your way." Malfoy drawled, shaking his head in a bemused sort of way.

Harry simply shrugged. His lingering eyes fell to the cuff of Malfoy's silver silk pajamas. Was there a Dark Mark hiding under there? He remembered Hermione's advice about asking questions. But, what could he ask?

"Er- Aren't you scared that Death Eaters will attack you over the summer?" Even Harry thought the random question sounded pretty sketchy.

"No." Malfoy laughed slightly and lifted an eyebrow, "You're fully aware of my father's history. They're not going to be bothering us. Why would you ask that, anyway?"

"I was worried about you." which really wasn't a lie, Harry thought.

Tossing his head back, Malfoy laughed, "I said it before, Potter. You are so like a girl. But honestly, you should be more worried about yourself. You live with Muggles, don't you? That doesn't sound very safe."

"I do live with Muggles, unfortunately. No, they're not all bad, Malfoy, just those ones. But, since my aunt is related to my mum through blood, then I'm protected in my house until I am seventeen or can no longer call the place home." Harry explained.

Malfoy swallowed hard and resumed his attention to his nails. Harry wasn't sure whether to asses that the Slytherin was safe from Death Eaters or working with them. Asking questions had to be, possibly the only, stupidest idea Hermione ever suggested. Malfoy wasn't thick enough to fall for that. Harry was sick of wondering; he had to know.

Lunging toward Malfoy, Harry agressively grabbed his wrist.

"Potter, what the hell are you doing?" Malfoy tried to pull his arm back and push Harry off of him.

The Gryffindor grabbed the cuff of the blond's pajamas. He pulled the sleeve back to see nothing but pale white skin, "You don't have one!" he exclaimed.

"I don't have one what, exactly?! Have you gone completely mad?!" Malfoy rubbed his wrist with his other hand, as Harry had let go of him.

The raven-haired boy couldn't think of a single explanation. He sat there dumbfounded but immensely relieved.

"Get the fuck out of my dormitory, Potter!" The Slytherin snarled, holding his wand in Harry's face.

"No!" Harry pushed the blond's arm out of his face. He crawled on his hands and knees so that his face was an inch from Malfoy's. The Gryffindor's green eyes narrowed simultaneously with the Slytherin's silver eyes.

"Admit it, Malfoy. You want me here just as bad as I want to be here."

"It doesn't matter. If the other boys wake up-"

"What's the matter, Malfoy? Afraid of getting caught?" The Gryffindor taunted with a smirk.

Shocked, Malfoy's eyes widened. He carelessly tossed aside his wand. Grabbing Harry's glasses, he threw them in the same mannerism. He soon found his hands grasping into the ebony locks of the Gryffindor's hair, aggressively pulling his head toward his own and pressing their lips together.

Harry wasn't about to object. He grabbed handfuls of the Slytherin's silky pajamas to pull himself closer. With their bodies pressed together, the boys stood upright on their knees.

The blond leaned forward. Harry submitted, adjusting his legs, so he laid comfortably on his back. The taller boy used one of his arms to support himself. The raven-haired boy's legs hung open so Malfoy could lie comfortably in between.

With his lips still pressed against Harry's, he opened his mouth slightly, and the Gryffindor obediently followed. Malfoy would slide his tongue into the shorter boy's mouth. Harry would respond to however the blond lead.

The Slytherin slid his hand out from underneath Harry's head and tugged at the raven-haired boy's collar. He unbuttoned the first button with a single flick of his thumb. His hand slid down the center hem of the Gryffindor's shirt, flipping out every button one by one. Breaking their passionate kiss, Malfoy grabbed each side of the shirt and pulled apart, revealing the shorter boy's chest.

The blond grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position. With help from the shorter boy, the button up shirt was unceremoniously thrown to the foot of the bed. The Gryffindor gripped the top of Malfoy's silver pajamas and pulled them over his head. With his glasses off and the covered four poster barely lit by the tip of the Slytherin's wand abandon in a corner, seeing was difficult. But, he managed to slowly take in enough of the taller boy's form. Harry's mouth suddenly moisten significantly, and he bit lightly onto his bottom lip in anticipation.

Malfoy flung his arms around the shorter boy's neck and embraced him close. He locked their lips for a moment, but let his mouth slide to the back of Harry's ear. His tongue slid against the curve and crevice. Appreciative of the attention, the Gryffindor exhaled a soft sigh. Every spot of skin that was touched by the Slytherin's lips or tongue tingled in exhilaration.

Locks of the taller boy's blonde hair tickled Harry's face. He inhaled slowly through his nose, savoring Malfoy's delicate scent. It was much more pleasant in person than lingering on an old parcel. The blond's tongue slid down the side of the Gryffindor's neck, soon nibbling gently at the base. Harry moaned, pressing his throbbing erection against Malfoy.

The Slytherin was very alert to the raven-haired boy's needs as his fingers were quickly fumbling with Harry's pants. With assistance from the Gryffindor, the pants, along with his boxers, socks and shoes, were quickly disregarded as obsolete material. Malfoy had to, reluctantly, pull his mouth from the shorter boy's skin in order to rid of his own pants and undergarments.

Malfoy laid the shorter boy back down to resume his lip work to the Gryffindor's collar bone, but was surprised to be letting out a moan of satisfaction from his own mouth. Harry had sunk his teeth right into his shoulder. The Slytherin retaliated by grinding his hips forward, letting their hard cocks press firmly against one another. The raven-haired boy pulled his head back and whimpered with desire.

"Like that, do you, Potter?"

"Yes." Harry pleaded.

The taller boy smirked, lowering his hand to grip both their hard-ons in his palm. He slowly lifted his hand, then pulled down, repeating this process with slow sensual strokes. The Gryffindor's breathing grew much more audible as well as shaky.

Biting his bottom lip, Harry found this almost too pleasurable. Malfoy would intensely squeeze with every lift. He could feel the pulse in the blond's dick pound against his own. The Slytherin had barely started, yet Harry felt he was already about to come. The Gryffindor's arms lay stiffly to the side, agressively digging his fingers into the green silk sheets.

"You're not coming on me yet, Potter." Malfoy ordered.

Harry nodded, but felt he'd have no control as to whether or not he could obey.

Malfoy had suddenly released his grip. Harry's cock throbbed painfully; he wasn't ready to stop. He lifted his knees and hugged them against the Slytherin's hips. He forced his hips upward so their pricks rubbed together again.

The blond groaned, placing a hand on the shorter boy's chest, as if trying to restrain him. The Gryffindor thrust his hips up, again. Malfoy stifled a moan, biting hard onto his bottom lip and clenching his eyes shut. Harry smirked, amused at the sight of holding power over the taller boy.

The Slytherin didn't appear to agree. When his eyes opened, they pierced into Harry so hard he was almost sure he could physically feel it. They were so bold, just like Sirius'. Malfoy gripped the raven-haired boy's biceps and flipped him onto his stomach in a single motion.

Harry's eyes opened wide. Before he could round on the blond about what he was doing, he found himself gasping with surprise. The tip of Malfoy's tongue slid from the Gryffindor's tail bone, up his spine and to the base of his neck. The raven-haired boy shuddered at the sudden invigorating sensation. The Slytherin let his tongue slide back down. This time, he passed the shorter boy's tail bone into the crevice of his ass. Burying his face into the green sheets, Harry's moan was muffled when he felt Malfoy's tongue press firmly against his opening. He was also sure he could feel a trace amount of pre-cum ejaculate from his painfully hard erection.

Slowly, Malfoy traced his way back up to the base of Harry's neck. The blond slid his arms around the Gryffindor's torso. Pulling back, Malfoy rested upright on his knees with the raven-haired boy's back toward him. Harry leaned into him, and the Slytherin tightened his embrace. He could feel Malfoy's hard-on pressing firmly into the small of his back. The shorter boy sighed in longing.

Harry's head turned to the side. Malfoy had let go of him and was reaching for his wand. Eyes widening curiously, the shorter boy could barely make out the Slytherin waving his wand and summoning an object. The blond threw his wand back to the corner, the tip still illuminated. The Gryffindor couldn't tell what he had, only that he was emptying the object's contents into his hand.

Before Harry could figure out what he was doing, the blond had dropped the object and used his free hand to pull the shorter boy close him. Eyes widening, not a single sound could escape the raven-haired boy's shocked throat when Malfoy carefully inserted a well-lubricated finger into Harry's asshole. The Slytherin slid his finger back and forth through the Gryffindor's tight ring of muscle. His breathing trembled; he couldn't hold back a soft but desperate whimper.

"I knew you would like that, Potter. You little faggot." Malfoy drawled with a smirk.

"Fuck you, Malfoy." Although, the bite commonly heard in Harry's snappy rebuttals was missing.

"Mmmm, no." Malfoy very casually replied, slipping in a second finger, "I believe it is I who will be fucking you."

Biting onto his bottom lip, Harry grunted when Malfoy put in the third finger. The Gryffindor would feel the taller boy's cock press hard against his back, as the blond rocked his hips forward every time he slid his fingers inward. Feeling like he was going to burst, Harry would lean into the Slytherin's hand every time he pressed in deeper. He whined with desire, desperately wanting more of Malfoy inside him.

Pulling his fingers out, Malfoy reached down and grabbed the bottle Harry now knew was lubricant. Pouring more into his hand, he then appeared to be stroking himself with what the raven-haired boy could make out by glancing over his shoulder. That was when the Gryffindor realized the blond's intent. His heart anxiously skipped a beat, and he swallowed hard.

Tossing the bottle behind him and digging his nails into the raven-haired boy's shoulder, the blond aggressively pulled him back so his lips were pressed against Harry's ear, "Nervous, Potter?" he taunted.

"No!" Harry defiantly whispered. But the truth was, he felt very anxious. Beads of sweat formed at his hairline, and his heart beat at a rapid rate.

Smirking, the blond slowly pressed the Gryffindor forward, so he was resting on his hands and knees. He could feel the taller boy's erection pressed firmly against his opening. Harry gasped as the Slytherin very carefully entered him.

Placing his hands against the raven-haired boy's hips, the blond's touch was very comforting, as he continued to slowly push his dick inside the shorter boy. His lip quivering, Harry breathed slowly to let his entire body relax. A long, trembling breath escaped the Gryffindor's lips when the blond's full length was inside him. He and Malfoy were one. A truth that Harry himself never would've predicted.

Pulling his hips back slowly, the Slytherin thrust forward right before he fully pulled out the head of his cock. Harry had inhaled and let a soft, "Mmmm." escape his throat. The anxiety he felt before Malfoy had entered him was gone, replaced by euphoria. The Gryffindor had been nervous about the possibility of pain. This certainly was his first time, girl or boy. Although, it did hurt; it wasn't unpleasant. Like when the blond would dig his nails into the raven-haired boy's back, the pain was pleasurable.

Malfoy licked his lips, thrusting his hips faster at a very gradual rate. He leaned forward slightly, letting his hands slide into the crevices of Harry's underarms. Very carefully, the Slytherin lifted the shorter boy so his back was against his chest. The blond let his arms snuggly cradle around the Gryffindor's abdomen. He rested his cheek against Harry's head.

His breathing still unsteady, Harry wrapped his arms around the blond's. He closed his eyes gently, slightly leaning his ass against Malfoy to encourage him to move faster. The Slytherin obliged with no hesitation.

Turning his head to the side, Harry then lifted an arm to gently brush Malfoy's chin. The Slytherin lowered his head slightly and turned so they could passionately lock lips. His fingers running through the blond's soft hair, the Gryffindor slid out his tongue to playfully brush against the taller boy's lips. Malfoy's tongue quickly responded, massaging his tongue aggressively against the shorter boy's.

Harry's neck strained. The position they were in was extraordinarily uncomfortable, and he found it not intimate enough for his liking.

Breaking Malfoy's arms apart, the Gryffindor lowered himself, so he was back on his hands and knees. Leaning forward, he let the blond's prick slowly slide completely out of him. Before the Slytherin could protest, Harry flipped himself around, so he was, yet again, on his back.

Malfoy picked up from the raven-haired boy's cue immediately. He lowered himself, using his arms so he could keep himself propped over Harry. The Gryffindor loosely wrapped his legs around the taller boy's waist. The Slytherin proceeded by letting his erection re-enter Harry.

Their lips met once more, but the shorter boy let his lips stray from Malfoy's and slide across his cheek and down his neck. The way the Slytherin masochistically enjoyed when Harry bit his shoulder drove the raven-haired boy wild. He let his tongue glide across the pale skin, first, savoring the blond's wonderful flavor.

When his teeth made contact, the blond was unable to hold himself back. He pumped his dick into Harry at a highly intense speed, smacking into his prostate. He forcefully slipped his arms under the shorter boy and dug his nails into his back. The Gryffindor cried out in delight.

"Like it when I fuck you, Potter?"

"Yes!"

"Say my name!"

"Draco!"

A smirk immediately drew across the blond's face. Malfoy hadn't been expecting Harry to cry that out, after all. He tightly clutched onto the Gryffindor's cock and started rapidly stroking him at the same rate that he was thrusting his way into the shorter boy.

Harry bit his bottom lip like he never had before. He could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead. His pulse pounded throughout his entire body. He wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Eyes clenched tightly shut, blood from the Gryffindor's bottom lip saturated his tongue, he was biting it so hard.

Electric green shined when the raven-haired boy's eyes suddenly sprung open. He let out the loudest shout of ecstasy as his seed shot up, splattering across his and Malfoy's chests. The Slytherin smirked; Harry was pretty sure he felt proud that he had made him come first. But the pride was short lived. Soon the blond let out a harsh grunt of his own. The nails buried into Harry's back pulled across, only adding to the Gryffindor's pleasure. He could definitely feel blood drip from the scratches.

The boys were completely oblivious to the silvery glow that had formed around them. When they had come, it exploded with a loud boom, shooting throughout the room like a super-nova.

The draped hangings flared. Items on nightstands crashed to the floor. The thick pained windows burst, sending shards of shattered glass amongst the Hogwarts grounds.

The boys' heads were immediately poking out of the hangings. Anxiety was etched all over their faces. Malfoy had found his wand, still lit at the tip. Harry's attention was directed to the two beds with large figures. The Gryffindor assumed they must be Crabbe and Goyle.

"They won't wake for anything. It's those two I'm worried about." Malfoy whispered. He jerked his head in the direction of the other two four posters.

The boys in the other beds stirred. One simply rolled over and resumed snoring. The other sat bolt upright, "Wazgoin'on? Wha'appen?" he asked groggily. Harry recognized his voice as Blaise Zabini.

Malfoy flicked his wrist. A jet of white light hit Zabini in the chest. He fell over, snoring, as if he were never awakened.

Harry and Malfoy laid back on the bed, heaving great sighs of relief. They lay silent for a moment before the blond suddenly grabbed Harry's left wrist, noticing the gleaming bracelet, "You actually kept this?"

"Of course I did. And thank you, by the way." Harry replied, his engraved name reflecting against the wand's light.

Malfoy smirked, whispering, "Nox." The glowing tip of his wand dissolved.

With a single swish of the wand, the boys' bodily fluids were magically cleaned. Setting his wand on his side table, Malfoy lay next to Harry and turned him so his back was facing him. He wrapped an arm around the Gryffindor and pulled him in close, throwing the plush green comforter over them.

Harry adjusted himself comfortably and took Malfoy's hand. He used his free arm to support his head, under the pillow.

"Malfoy?" Harry whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Next week is the Easter Holidays."

"Yeah, and?" Harry could hear the drowsiness in the Slytherin's voice.

"Are you going to be here, or are you leaving?"

"I'm supposed to go home on Saturday."

"Do you think. . . maybe, you could stay?"

"Are you serious, Potter?"

"Please."

"Yeah," The blond yawned, "I'll write my mother tomorrow and tell her I'm staying."

The Gryffindor's stomach fluttered in delight. He squeezed Draco's hand. They lay in silence for several minutes before Harry swallowed nervously, "I love you." he whispered.

He let go of Malfoy's hand and turned to face him. The blond was already fast asleep. Harry smiled and brushed the Slytherin's loose locks out of his face and behind his ear. The Gryffindor planted a small kiss on his cheek before soundly falling asleep himself.

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews, everyone! :) I know I say that a lot, but I really do mean it. ^.^ And, thrnbrooke, Harry actually did a decent job of hiding it, so Draco didn't notice him wearing it until just now. :)
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