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Chapter Nine�Waking to
the Light

�� Harry
opened his eyes slowly. He had the impression that the room was flooded with
light he couldn�t see. He turned his head, trying to make out both where it was
coming from and what had woken him up.

�� Draco was
crouching over him, he realized, and thus blocked all the light from the flap
of the tent but a narrow corona. His soft breathing over Harry�s ear would
probably have been enough to wake him, since Harry could feel his skin tingling
in the wash of it.

�� Hey,�
Harry said sleepily.

�� Draco
smiled, but didn�t respond�at least, verbally. He bowed his head and caught
Harry�s lips in a slow, smooth kiss that Harry found himself opening his mouth
to before he�d even checked to see if the proper privacy wards were up on the
tent.

�� Draco
kissed him as though he was starving for a taste and trying to make it last at
the same time. He�d planted one hand heavily on Harry�s chest, which kept him
pinned to the bed even when Harry tried to move forwards. Draco�s tongue
stroked the insides of Harry�s cheeks slowly, languidly. His other hand
clutched Harry�s hip, and now and then he shifted so that their erections could
rub together.

�� Harry
shivered. He would have liked nothing better right then than to roll Draco
over, pin him to the bed in turn, and rub them both into oblivion.

�� But he
could tell already that Draco had something different in mind, and he had to
admit, he was curious to see what it was.

�� Draco
pulled away from his mouth and sat up across Harry�s hips, giving him an
intense look that destroyed most of Harry�s warm contentment from the kiss.
Draco only looked at him like that when he was going to criticize him for
something. Harry shifted, wondering if he should try to get out from under
Draco so that they would at least be on the same level.

�� He�d have a
hard time doing it, though. Draco was using his weight to keep Harry completely
flat, and Harry knew he�d fight back if Harry tried to flip him off. So he lay
and waited for the scrutiny to end.

�� I want to
try something,� Draco said suddenly. They were so different from the words
Harry had expected him to speak that
he blinked and stared. Draco didn�t seem to notice, sucking on his bottom lip
and regarding Harry with a careful gaze. �Do you trust me enough to let me do
it?�

�� Harry
licked his lips. �Well, that depends. Anything that�s connected to sex and the
way you handle my body, sure. Dentistry without training, probably not.�

�� Draco
laughed without sound and bent down to kiss Harry again. Harry�s head spun as
he drifted into the kiss. Draco could snog longer without pausing to take a
breath than anyone Harry had ever known.

�� It�s definitely sex,� Draco said, and pulled
back from Harry�s mouth, though he kept his tongue extended so that he could
trace the current shape of Harry�s raised, begging tongue before he kept
speaking. �Just different from what we�ve done before.�

�� Harry
nodded and tried to look encouraging. He probably could hardly look more encouraging, because Draco chuckled
again and pulled back the robes from last night that Harry still wore,
beginning to kiss down his chest.

�� I probably smell bad, Harry thought, and
reached for his wand on the bedside table, intending to cast a Cleaning Charm
so that Draco at least wouldn�t have to mouth sweaty skin.

�� Draco
reached out and seized his wrist without looking up from his task. �What are
you doing?� he murmured, and then sunk his teeth into Harry�s nipple and
tugged.

�� It took
Harry about ten seconds to recover from that, by which time Draco had moved on
to the other nipple, and he had to recover from that. �Was just�going to clean myself up a bit,� he gasped.

�� I want you
the way you are right now,� Draco said softly, nipping and then blowing on
Harry�s skin above his groin so that it felt more sensitive. Harry shivered and
wondered if he looked like the moron he feared he looked like for shivering
from such a slight thing. But Draco�s eyes were dark with seriousness as he
stared at Harry�s face, and he didn�t seem to have noticed Harry shaking. �The
way you were when you saved my life and sanity.�

�� Um.� Harry
felt his face heat up. �I was a little more alert and crazy with fear then.�

�� Draco
laughed yet again. �Then say I want you the way you are now,� he said, tugging
Harry�s hips up and rubbing his cheek against Harry�s cock. �That will do.�

�� Harry would
have asked why, but Draco kept touching him
every time he wanted to ask a question, and that wasn�t fair. No one could have
been expected to form words under the circumstances, Harry was sure.

�� He didn�t
say anything about that, though, because Draco might suggest a comparison
between Harry and other people he had touched, and the very thought made Harry
boil with shallow and totally justified jealousy.

�� Draco
seemed to bite and kiss at least half of the skin on Harry�s chest before he
tugged on his trousers. Harry raised his hips, and Draco pushed the trousers
and then his pants down to his ankles before Harry could panic. He also slid
his mouth around Harry�s cock without so much as an invitation and sucked.

�� Harry
gasped, thrust once before he remembered that he was ramming his cock down
Draco�s throat and tried to hold still, and decided that the next time Draco
wanted to do something like that, he could just go ahead and do it. Even if
they were in the middle of class, it would probably be all right.

�� Push if
you want to,� Draco said, withdrawing his mouth long enough to speak and swirl
his tongue around the head of Harry�s cock, and then he sank down again and
Harry had never felt anything like this, even the other times that Draco sucked
him off before, because it was so intense.

�� Apparently some of the time when he stares
at me like he�s going to criticize me, he�s really planning to suck me until my
stomach hurts with pleasure, Harry thought, writhing on the blankets and
trying to hold open his legs and thrust and not-thrust and avoid bumping
Draco�s chin with his knee all at the same time. I�ll remember that.

�� He passed
from thought into pure sensation and then back again, rocking back and forth so
regularly that he couldn�t catch his breath, couldn�t be ready for it, couldn�t
stop. He stared at Draco�s head bobbing between his legs and occasionally
caught his eye. Draco wasn�t smiling. He enjoyed what he was doing, Harry
thought, but he also took it seriously, and that meant he wasn�t going to stop
for the sake of something as petty as a smile.

�� Harry
finally closed his eyes and surrendered to the last pulsing moments before his
orgasm, pushing at Draco�s cheek so that he would get the signal. Draco didn�t
seem to understand, since he never varied the pace or speed of his sucking.
Harry practically pushed at Draco�s head, and only got an annoyed look for his
efforts. Then Draco clamped his lips down and seemed to blow a new blast of
superheated air all down Harry�s skin.

�� The world
turned around, briefly, the way it had when Harry went after Draco, but this
time light and fiery sensation were behind it instead of cold and darkness.
Harry shuddered, made a noise that could best be described as, �Aurguh,� and came hard enough to make
his head hurt.

�� Draco
pulled back in the wake of that. He licked his lips and the sound seemed loud
in the silence. Harry blinked at him stupidly and reached out a shaking hand.
Draco let Harry touch his hair this time, though his eyes remained as focused
as ever and he still didn�t smile.

�� Give me a
minute,� Harry muttered. �That was amazing and fantastic and I want to do the
same to you, but it�ll take me a minute to get my strength back.�

�� You don�t
need to do anything to please me but lie there if you don�t wish,� Draco
murmured, and reached back between Harry�s legs, fingers dancing lightly across
his arse.

�� Harry
froze, then blinked, then smiled, and then decided that he should probably
collect the thoughts rolling around in his head at some point and said, �That�s
what you meant when you said that you wanted to do something we�d never done
before. Not the blowjob, but�that.�

�� Yes,
�that,�� Draco said, raising his eyebrows as though he didn�t know why Harry
couldn�t call it fucking. �Are you ready for this?�

�� Harry
licked his lips and tried to think about what it would be like to have Draco
inside him when he was this intense. If Draco sucking his cock while this
intense had been wonderful�

�� Yeah,� he
said, and then cleared his throat and repeated himself, because the faintness
of his voice made him sound uncertain. �Yeah, I am. Come on. What are you waiting for?�

*

�� Draco
smiled. Harry was trying to act as though he was the one whose idea this had
been, now, but nothing could hide the way his eyes darted to Draco�s face and
then off to the side, or the flush on his face�there already, but deepening to
the point that it looked dangerous�when Draco whispered for him to spread his
legs.

�� Draco
wondered what he would say if he knew that Draco had no intention of teasing
him about his reactions. He had certainly felt enough insane things when he
approached Harry in Malfoy Manor. Harry couldn�t feel anything more
embarrassing than he had, and Draco
wasn�t one to tease when the other person knew his vulnerabilities and could
use them against him.

�� Or maybe I�m not one to tease Harry at all, he
thought, rubbing soothing circles around Harry�s knees while he drizzled the
lubricant onto his fingers.

�� He had
decided to use the slightly oily, slick potion that he sometimes massaged into
his skin to make it clearer. It wouldn�t hurt Harry, at the least, and there
was nothing else in the tent that would serve in a pinch. Draco wasn�t going to
secure Harry�s agreement to this and then back off and make him wait while they
located something else that would make this comfortable for them both.

�� Apart from
anything else, Draco�s cock throbbed regularly between his legs, and he wasn�t
sure that he could wait that long.

�� Harry made
no objection when Draco showed him what they were using, though he furrowed his
brow and bit his lip in the way he did when he was trying to conceal worry.
Draco watched him steadily as he pushed the first finger in. He�d propped
Harry�s arse up with pillows and waited until his breathing calmed down, but
this was inevitably going to hurt. He just hoped it was the kind of pain Harry
could bear.

�� Harry drew
in his breath and held it. Draco shook his head and clucked his tongue, though
he never stopped sliding his finger in and out.

�� That�ll
make it hurt more,� he said. �Try to relax as much as you can and keep up a
regular pattern of breathing. That�ll make it better for both of us.�

�� Harry
worked one screwed-shut eye open and stared at him incredulously. �Better for you? Who�s getting fucked, here?�

�� Who�s
doing the work?� Draco retorted, and massaged with his finger, frowning when he
felt Harry clamp down tighter than ever. �Besides, it�s not as though I sit
around rubbing my hands in delight when I come up with a new way to hurt you.�

�� Harry
licked his lips, nodded, and let his head fall back onto the pillows as he
relaxed in an ostentatious fashion, heaving his breath out. Draco rolled his
eyes, since he was certain that Harry couldn�t see him from this angle. That
hadn�t been precisely what he meant.

�� Still, it
allowed his finger more passage, and he added a second one without Harry noticing.
Harry appeared caught up in a steady, consciously controlled pattern of
breathing that he might have learned from Portillo Lopez. As long as it worked
for him, Draco wasn�t going to question it, though he thought Harry was more
nervous than was flattering.

�� On the other hand, maybe I can take it as
flattering to the size of my cock. When Harry had his eyes open, he kept
glancing down, as though he could spot Draco�s erection from this angle and
know how much it would hurt him by virtue of seeing it.

�� Draco�s
wrist was getting tired before he nudged Harry�s prostate and Harry yelped in
response. Draco smiled and redoubled his probing, then winced as his cock
rubbed against the sheets. It was getting to the point where the pounding of
his blood hurt.

�� Harry
seemed to know that. He glanced up, met Draco�s eyes, and nodded, grabbing his
legs to lift them out of the way. His face flushed more as he did so, but he
never hesitated or slowed down.

�� Draco bent
to kiss him. Courage like this amazed and humbled him, and deserved a snog at
the very least.

�� It�ll be
all right, you�ll see,� he whispered, and then settled down between Harry�s
legs and arranged them around his hips.

�� Harry shut
his eyes, nodded, and then said, �What are you waiting for? Get on with the
fucking.�

�� He was
probably just saying the words to cover his nerves, Draco thought, but he was
going to take advantage of the invitation. He was getting dizzy from lust and
need and what was probably the tension of going too long without an orgasm
while watching Harry explode from his. He pressed slowly forwards and in.

�� Harry
hissed like a teakettle. Draco glanced up, but Harry gave him another glare and
a wriggle of his hips, so Draco decided that he could trust him to know what he
wanted. A second shove, and he had to close his eyes and pant as hard as though
he was the one being penetrated.

�� He felt his
lips move without his permission, and became aware that he was babbling. Horrified, Draco managed to
focus on his words and heard them, exactly the kinds of meaningless phrases
that he had always thought he would be above saying in sex. It had certainly
never happened before.

�� Yes, so
good, um, feels so good! Warm, God
yeah, I love this, love fucking you, love you, love��

�� Draco bit
his tongue in an effort to make himself shut up, and heard Harry chuckle. When
he looked again, he saw Harry smiling at him, reaching up with one hand as if
he was going to cup Draco�s cheek, though the angle was wrong for it.

�� It�s
fine,� he said. �You can talk like that all you like.�

�� Draco
dipped his head in a shallow nod and shoved forwards again. At least he knew
that he could trust Harry not to use the stupid things he did against him, he
reminded himself again. And the tightness and heat around him really did feel
great enough�almost�to honor with mumblings like that.

�� He slipped
his hands around Harry�s hips and thighs, found a secure grip once, and felt it
slip away again with the sweat and the way his hands shook. He swore. Harry
laughed at him in response, and then suddenly gripped the sheets and pressed
himself down and up at the same time, or so it seemed to Draco.

�� He thought
of that later, though. At the moment, he was rather more preoccupied with the
fact that Harry had just shoved himself firmly onto Draco�s cock.

�� Draco felt
his mouth droop open. He bowed his head and whimpered, his own muscles
spasming. Harry was grunting as though his were doing the same thing, but he
only grabbed Draco�s hand when Draco reached out tentatively and squeezed it
hard enough to crush his fingers. He didn�t speak a single word or make an
audible sound of pain other than the grunts. If that was the way he wanted to
handle it, Draco thought, then they would.

�� He pulled
back, and thrust forwards, and then finally forced his eyes open and dared to
look down.

�� Harry�s
face was twisted to the point that Draco couldn�t make out which emotion was
dominant, pain or pleasure. His free hand had grabbed the pillow and contorted
it the way he probably wouldn�t let himself contort Draco�s fingers. His
breathing would probably be audible outside the tent, Draco thought, if not for
the Silencing Charms, and he turned his head back and forth, seeking some
consolation Draco couldn�t offer.

�� All right
there?� Draco whispered.

�� If I
wasn�t, would I have fucking pushed myself down on you?� Harry snapped, and
opened his eyes. Draco shivered. Harry had never stared at him that way, as if
he loved and hated Draco both at once. He wanted to see a lot more of it. He
thrust involuntarily, and Harry laughed and lifted his hips in approval.

�� You
promised me a fuck,� he said.

�� Do you
think that fucks have to be quick and rough to be worth anything?� Draco
muttered, but did begin shoving and thrusting with more force. It was hardly
difficult. It felt like the most glorious thing in the world, in fact, and the
only thing that held him back was the fear that he might be enjoying it more
than Harry was.

�� Yes,�
Harry said, and lifted his hips and squeezed down with his muscles as if he
assumed that the experience needed to be better
for Draco than it already was. �That�s practically in the word, don�t you
think? That short little vowel sound and the way it ends, like someone spat it
out. Fuck me like that.�

�� Draco
couldn�t have held out against an entreaty like that if he�d had a lot more
patience and experience. He was vulnerable to it like nothing else when his
body was already throbbing with eagerness. He shuddered, bowed his head, and
gave Harry as many thrusts as he could in a minute, sloppy and uncoordinated,
but hard.

�� Harry
moaned and continued squeezing down on Draco�s cock or moving his hips in
response or grabbing Draco�s arse at irregular intervals. The gaze of his eyes
never varied; Draco didn�t catch him blinking even once. He stared at Draco as
if he knew every thought that was passing through his mind and forgot and
forgave them the minute the next one came along.

�� Very soon,
Draco shut down to everything but the sensation in his groin, and the warmth
locked around him, and then he hunched forwards, made a sound that wasn�t much
more dignified than the cry Harry had given when he came, and let his orgasm
blast out of him and into Harry�s arse.

�� Harry
muttered and murmured beneath him, twisting as though he was trying to rub his
prostate against Draco�s sinking cock. Draco did his best to oblige him, but he
was weary and dazed and didn�t think he was much help.

�� Harry sighed,
reached down, and brought himself off with a few expert strokes. Draco stared
at him. He hadn�t even realized that Harry was hard again. He certainly hadn�t
touched him.

�� Sorry,� he
said.

�� Yes, you
should be sorry for teaching me that fucking could be fun,� Harry said, and
stretched up to kiss Draco, ignoring the obscene amount of semen that squelched
between them. �Don�t worry about it. I came first, and the second was a
surprise.� He flopped back onto the pillow and lifted one eyebrow. �By the way,
did you know you�re deaf when you top? I was asking you questions, and you
didn�t respond.�

�� Your arse
is too good,� Draco said simply, and then dragged himself to the side, because
he needed another nap and he didn�t want to take it on top of the sticky mess
on Harry�s belly.

�� Harry
appeared to consider that answer for a long, earnest time before he nodded and
said, �All right. I can accept that.�

�� Draco
snorted, shut his eyes, and rolled again to the side so that he finally slid
out of Harry�s arse. Harry said something nonsensical as his cock came away.
Draco thought he would ask him what it was in the morning or later in the
afternoon.

�� At any
rate. After his nap.

*

�� Harry turned
his head sharply. Someone was pressing against their wards, and he didn�t know
who it was. He didn�t even know what time it was. After Draco had fallen
asleep, Harry had lain there watching him with bliss washing back and forth in
great waves through his mind.

He was glad that he was there, with
Draco. The thought repeated over and over again in various forms.

But now he had to put it aside and
get up. Harry managed to stand, cast a Cleaning Charm, pulled on his outer
robes, took a step, and promptly sprawled. He�d forgotten that Draco had pulled
his trousers and pants down, not off.

That took a few more minutes of
adjustment, and meanwhile, whoever it was had got impatient and started to cast
Finites on their wards. Harry shook
his head and called, �I�m coming!� Behind him, he felt Draco twitch but then
sink deeper into sleep. Good. Harry
hoped that he could have this conversation without waking Draco.

He expected to see Gregory on the
other side of the wards, come with news about Nusquam, or Ron and Hermione,
wanting to know where they�d been. Instead, Portillo Lopez was there, and she
stepped into the tent without so much as an invitation, only nodding slightly
at Harry as though she assumed that she was welcome anywhere.

�Look,� Harry started, turning
around.

�� Yes, I can
smell the sex,� Portillo Lopez said. �I have smelled it before. That hardly
concerns me.�

�� Harry
wrapped an arm around his flaming face. He was glad that Draco had, at any
rate, remained asleep, because that meant one
thing was going well.

�� I have
discovered a way to get behind the world,� Portillo Lopez announced, �in the
same place that you went into when Nihil attempted to abduct your partner
yesterday.�

�� Harry
stared at her. �How did you know about that?�

�� Portillo
Lopez waved her hand. �It was a large exercise of necromancy in the middle of a
camp without necromancers�except for you, and I no longer include you among the
ranks of the true devotees of that art. I felt it, of course. And I reasoned
out the details of what must have happened later, from the impressions that
your struggle left in the air and the earth, as well as my knowledge of your
magic.�

�� Harry
swallowed, and made a mental note not to try and hide any secrets from Portillo
Lopez. At least, not any magical secrets. �Then you must know who we were hiding
in the tent.�

�� What?�
Portillo Lopez nodded. �Oh, yes. Nusquam is dead. You have forced Nihil to
destroy her, and I do not think he will easily create again a servant that is
separate from him and can think as intelligently as she could. It is a victory.
But I think my discovery is more important.�

�� Harry
nodded back. �All right. Tell me about it.�

�� No. Tell us.�

�� Harry
turned his head. Draco was on his feet, wrapped in the blanket, padding across
the floor. He showed no sign of embarrassment in front of Portillo Lopez the
way Harry would have thought he would, but instead wrapped an arm around
Harry�s shoulders and stood there staring Portillo Lopez down.

�� Yes,�
Harry said, reveling in the sense of warmth and closeness he received from Draco�s
presence. �Tell us.�

�� I can depend on him. He had known it
before, but it was always nice to have it confirmed.

*

�� polka dot: Crookshanks
doesn�t have the magical defenses to keep him safe that Flash and Politesse do.
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