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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            Draco woke up the next morning in Harry’s arms in the room of requirement. Sometime during the night the loveseat by the fire had turned into a large four-poster bed by the fire. Harry’s arms seemed to buzz and jump with magic where they touched him and Draco didn’t want to move from the comfortable position, so he lay there until Harry woke up. It was a good thing he hadn’t asked Crabbe and Goyle to wait outside for him this time.

            “Merlin’s Beard, we slept here all night?” Harry exclaimed, waking up and bolting upright, jostling Draco out of his arms as he did so. “Opps, sorry Draco.”

            “It’s okay,” Draco replied blushing. He was confused how he and Harry got in this position, but he was also enjoying it.

            Harry took in a large gasp of air as he looked down at the bed underneath him. “When did the couch turn into a bed?”

            “I don’t know. It was like this when I woke up a few minutes ago.” Draco’s blush deepened as he realized that he had slept the entire night in Harry’s arms.

            A bright smile lit up Harry’s face when he noticed Draco’s blush, but he couldn’t figure out why Draco was blushing, although he did think it was very cute and he already had morning wood… He didn’t want to go there yet, so he said, “Well I don’t mean to sleep and run, but we better get down to breakfast; our friends are going to be worried about us.”

            “Mine won’t be. They know I sometimes go home on the weekends and I told them yesterday that I might be seeing mother. I think I’ll just floo her and tell my friends I spent the night with her,” Draco replied.

            “Oh, okay then. Do you still want to try snorkeling later?” Harry asked with trepidation. What if the magic of last night’s date didn’t carry over to this morning?

            “Yeah, this afternoon. I’ll visit mother first and we can try snorkeling after lunch, if you’re free.”

            “Yeah, that’ll work. I’ve got Quidditch this morning and detention tonight. I need to get some homework done, but yeah, I could get away for some snorkeling this afternoon,” Harry said smiling. It would be tight, but he had focused diligently on his homework all week, so he didn’t have that much left. He had had some free time on Wednesday afternoon and had gotten the team together for a before dinner practice, and had practiced yesterday, so he wouldn’t have that much to do in Quidditch either.

            “Good, I’ll meet you back here after lunch then?” Draco asked, getting up off the bed and finding his shoes where he left them on the beach.

            Harry agreed and went about his day, looking forward to another date with Draco that afternoon.

            Hermione was on him the minute he entered the common room. “Where have you been all night Harry? We were just about to go tell McGonagall that you’re missing!”

            It was still early, well before breakfast, and he didn’t think his friends would be down already. He was hoping to get his morning shower in. “I fell asleep in the room of requirement. I need a shower if it’s alright with you,” he said.

            “Fell asleep in the room of requirement? What were you doing in there? I thought you were going to the library to work on your occlumency!” Hermione hissed.

            “I went to the room of requirement to work on my occlumency. The library was too loud.” Harry hated lying to his friends, but this thing with Draco was new and fragile and he wasn’t ready for them to intrude on it.

            “Well next time let me know, yeah mate?” Ron asked. “I was worried about you when I woke up and you still weren’t in your bed.”

            “Yeah, okay. Sorry mate.”

            “Good then. Ron, Harry, you two just go shower and I’ll meet you down at breakfast in a bit,” Hermione said, hugging Harry. “And don’t scare me like that again! I thought Voldemort had killed you or something.”

            Harry and Ron did as ordered and went back upstairs to shower, before having breakfast with Hermione, and heading off to Quidditch practice. After Quidditch, Harry worked on his homework until lunch. He rushed through lunch, excited for the prospect of seeing Draco again. The room of requirement was empty when he arrived, so Harry focused on recreating their exotic beach and lilac room, but this time added in the details regarding the snorkel gear and swimsuits.

            The room was almost the same as it had been earlier, only with the addition of a small pile of stuff on the sandy beach. Harry went over to it and was pleased to see towels, masks, fins, and most importantly, a pair of swimming trunks. He snatched the trunks up and seeing as Draco wasn’t here yet, quickly switched out his pants for the trunks, leaving the robes on top. He didn’t want Draco to find his old dingy pants on the beach, so he shoved them and his sneakers and socks into his backpack, which he left in a corner in the sitting room; the bed from that morning was back to a loveseat.

            Harry was just venturing over to the field of lilacs to pick Draco some fresh flowers when Draco arrived. “Are you picking me flowers?” Draco asked when he saw Harry.

            “Um, yeah. These are for you,” Harry said quickly walking over to the door and holding the flowers out to Draco.

            Draco took hold of the flowers, sniffed them, smiled, and blushed. They smelled wonderful; lilacs always were his favorite flower and they had some growing back at the Manor. But how did Harry know? Had the house elf blabbed? That would be so embarrassing if the entire school found out that he liked flowers.

            Harry saw Draco’s blush and thought it looked very cute. He wanted to hug Draco, but he wasn’t sure how the other boy would take it, so instead he reached out and took his hand in his. It was warm and tingling, just as it had been the evening before.

            Draco felt Harry’s magic buzz and crackle through their shared touch and wondered just how strong Harry really was. ‘He must be really powerful to constantly have it crackling along his skin like that,’ Draco thought.

            Harry slowly led Draco over towards the beach and the pile of snorkel gear that had appeared. He didn’t quite know what to do with all of it, since he had never been snorkeling before, but he was sure Draco knew and he couldn’t wait to find out.

            “No swimsuit; you’ll have to borrow my spare,” Draco said looking down and examining the contents of the pile.

            “No, there was a pair of trunks. I already have them on under my robes,” Harry replied grinning. He was fairly sure he was going to get to see Draco’s chest in the next few minutes and he couldn’t wait, after all, Draco’s chest would probably occupy the majority of his wank fantasies for the next week.

            “Me too,” Draco replied and blushed again. He wasn’t sure how they should do this. ‘Are we just gonna strip on the beach?’

            “Let’s see them then,” Harry said pulling off his robes and showing the pair of green trunks with purple lilacs.

            Draco eyed Harry’s body appreciatively for a moment before pulling his robes off and revealing his own indigo blue with golden sea turtle trunks. Harry was lean and fit and Draco tried to keep himself from staring.

            Harry’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw Draco’s magnificent body up close and personal for the first time in almost two weeks. His breathing and heart rate both sped up in anticipation, of what, he wasn’t sure. His eyes took in two perfect biceps, before drifting lower and observing two long and lanky legs. He let himself linger on the trunks for a second, but couldn’t make out the shape of a cock; not even a bulge like he himself was sporting. And then finally he let himself look at that chest and he was shocked by what we saw there!

            Harry had thought he would have trouble keeping himself from drooling over Draco’s chest and had been preparing for that. Instead, he let out a gasp as he noticed all of the nearly invisible raised lines that zigzagged across Draco’s chest in the same pattern as the cuts he had made with that sectumsempra curse. They were so faint he must have missed them on Friday, but they were definitely there, glistening in the noonday fake-sun.

            “I’m so sorry Draco,” Harry said reaching out and touching the scars.

            Draco gulped in a gasp of breath as Harry’s touch sent bolts of magic through his chest and straight to his groin. It was a good job Draco’s trunks had the wizard-dick-space charm on them, same as all his pants. But then all of his clothes always had that charm on them, because otherwise his dick didn’t fit inside and he couldn’t do up his trousers properly and father didn’t approve of ill-fitted trousers. “A Malfoy always has to look the part,” father said. It was a fairly common problem among pure-bloods, hence the charm.

            “I’m so sorry,” Harry repeated when Draco didn’t respond to the first apology.

            Harry was saying something, but Draco had trouble focusing on it with Harry’s hand on his chest and his blood pounding through his ears again. His breathing had picked up and he could feel the adrenalin coarse through his veins. He leaned in and tilted his head down, because he was just a tiny bit taller than Harry and he needed to close the distance in between their lips. And then it felt like magic as his lips brushed against those soft lips again and Draco fought to maintain control of himself. He was determined that this time was going to be different and he wouldn’t let it get too far out of hand.

            Draco was kissing him! Harry wasn’t sure why, but he was sure he liked it. He kissed Draco back and darted his tongue out to lick Draco’s lips. They were firm and smooth and tasted like honey, which made him wonder what Draco had for lunch with his mum. He assumed he had it with his mum, because he wasn’t in the Great Hall for lunch with the rest of the Slytherin table. Why was he thinking about Slytherins when Draco Malfoy was kissing him? He quickly rectified the situation and went back to concentrating on snogging Draco.

            Harry tasted wonderfully and was a good kisser, but Draco didn’t want it to lead to other things, so after about five minutes of snogging, he broke apart, gasping for breath.

            “You want to try snorkeling now, eh?” Draco asked when he could breathe normally again.

            “Yeah, alright then. What do we do?” Harry asked, picking up a mask.

            Draco showed Harry how to put the snorkel gear on and then he showed him how to lower his head into the water and breathe through the snorkel.

            “Gillyweed is so much easier,” Harry said, finally getting the hang of it.

            “Yeah, maybe, but it taste like seaweed,” Draco replied. “Come on Potter, you scared?”

            “You wish Malfoy,” Harry replied, taking the bait.

            And then they were off drifting through exotic tropical underwater wonders. There were so many different kinds of fish and coral that Harry lost track of them all. He even saw some weird dark purple sea urchins that looked like a Jell-O mold; he only knew they were urchins because Draco told him they were.

            Draco was enjoying himself as he showed Harry the wonders of the sea, but they had already gone in a circle around the entire fake ocean. The ocean didn’t have obvious walls, but it became so difficult to swim out past a certain distance that Draco knew he was at the limits of the room of requirement. Plus he wanted to sun bathe and feel the sun on his front side, so he led Harry back in towards the beach.

            Harry floundered around trying to get out of the water with the fins still on, while Draco swam right up to the shore, before turning over and taking the gear off in the shallows. Draco pulled out his wand as he walked up onto the dry sand and did a drying charm before getting the towels and laying them out on the sand side-by-side. He was lying comfortably on his towel by the time Harry stumbled out of the water with his own gear off. Draco was feeling chivalrous at the moment, so he cast a drying charm on Harry.

            “Thanks,” Harry said joining Draco on the beach. Draco looked hot lying out in the sun like this and Harry was eager to join him.

            “Welcome,” Draco said, taking Harry’s hand in his.

            “Draco?” Harry asked.

            “Hmm?”

            “Can I kiss you again?”

            “Merlin yes,” Draco answered and Harry was on top of him snogging him senseless again. He was raging hard and desperately in need of some friction in about a minute. He turned over on his side, to get his mouth closer to Harry’s, but also to try to work his dick between his legs. The only problem with having wizard space in your undergarments is that it makes it rather difficult to get any kind of friction, as there is nothing but empty space on the inside of his trunks; nothing but nothing touching his bits. This problem caused Draco to whine and writhe on the sand, but he felt he handled it well, all things considered. At least he didn’t reach down and free his dick or start wanking himself. He wasn’t ready for that in front of Harry.

            Harry, unbeknownst to Draco, was having a similar problem, except without the wizard-space. Harry was attempting to be a gentleman and not touch Draco anywhere even remotely close to below the waist. Instead, Harry had one hand on Draco’s face and the other one on Draco’s chest, occasionally brushing across his small hard pink nipples. They were the most beautiful dusty rose color, but Harry didn’t comment on that, because his mouth was preoccupied with ravishing Draco’s panting open mouth. Harry lay at a ninety degree angle to Draco with his hips pushed down into the towel covered beach sand, but the towel didn’t go that far, so the lower half of his body was against naked sand. He was sure he was getting sand all up in his precious bits, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he enjoyed the delicious friction he was getting off of the sand.

            Harry was lost in his own pleasure when he suddenly heard a whimper escape Draco’s mouth. He looked down and noticed Draco’s rhythmic writhing and all of the sudden it was too much stimulation. Merlin, Draco was hot when he did that! Harry was not about to cum first again, so he forced himself up and away from Draco so that he could calm down.

            Draco was a little miffed that Harry had stopped it like that, but he could see Harry panting and trying to catch his breath, and he was pleased with the effect he had on him. Besides, it wasn’t like he was getting anywhere with his frictionless trunks.

            “You okay there Harry?” Draco asked when he thought Harry had finally calmed down.

            “Yeah, you?”

            “Yeah,” Draco answered. There was a long awkward pause before he continued. “What’d your friends think of you being out all night?”

            “They were worried, but I told them that I was in here practicing occlumency by myself and they bought it,” Harry replied.

            “You know occlumency?” Draco asked surprised.

            “No, but Dumbledore wants me to learn. He says it’ll help me against Voldemort. I’m not very good at it. Do you know it?”

            “Yeah, my insane Aunt Bella taught me. She’s pretty motivating, because if I did it right, I got to leave her presence. If I got it wrong, she found out that I was shitting my pants in fear of her. That never went well,” Draco revealed. He wasn’t sure if he should tell Harry that much personal information, but Harry had volunteered to rid the world of his aunt and Draco wanted to encourage him to do so. It would be one less horrible Death Eater at the next family reunion.

            “Snape tried to teach me last year, but he got fed-up with me. He gave me a book instead.”

            “Maybe I could help you,” Draco suggested. “I’ve always wanted to learn legilimency.”

            “Could you? That’d be brilliant!” Harry replied enthusiastically. He had considered asking Hermione to help him, but then he realized that that would involve letting Hermione know about his thing with Draco and he wasn’t ready for that, so he hadn’t asked her yet.

            “Sure. Have you been working on your meditation exercises?” Draco asked.

            Harry had, so he nodded, and listened as Draco went into a list of pointers for learning occlumency. Harry ended up promising to try them and Draco ended up taking Harry’s book and promising to read it, so that he would be better prepared to teach Harry. They agreed to meet the following Saturday to start on it.

            “Let’s see if there’s anything to eat around here,” Draco suggested before putting his robes back on and heading towards the table. Harry threw on his own robes and followed. A small can of nuts appeared just as they approached. “Sweet! I love these!”

            “What are they?” Harry asked as Draco tore into the can.

            “Honey roasted macadamia nuts,” Draco said pouring some into Harry’s hand before popping some into his own mouth. He was starving from all the swimming and snogging.

            “These are really good,” Harry said.

            “Yeah. Come on then, let’s sit down,” Draco replied leading them over to the loveseat and sitting down. Harry sat down next to him.

            “I still have some homework I need to finish before my detention tonight. What about you?” Harry asked Draco once the can of nuts was gone. Draco ate most of the can and Harry let him, thinking they were just a bit too rich.

            “I did some with mother earlier, but I could work on my ancient runes essay,” Draco replied.

            Ancient runes and history of magic were the only subjects Draco had without Harry now that they were Newts level. History of magic was very boring with the way Binns taught it, but Draco wanted to follow his father into politics, so he had to take it. And besides Granger, Draco had always gotten the highest score in that class and now that she had dropped it, he should’ve been the lead student. But he hadn’t been putting in much effort before, because of the situation with mother. That was all changed now that he had hope for his future again. Of course all the private tutoring he’d had as a kid helped, as did the fact that Professor Binns had agreed to tutor him every Monday night.

            Ancient runes also fit into his career plan, because he could use it to read ancient laws and statutes. Potions, transfigurations, and defense against the dark arts were just standard classes whose skill he would likely need in the coming war, although he was badly behind in transfigurations and wished he hadn’t taken it at all. His potions grade was also suffering, what with all the stress he had been under from the Dark Lord and his impossible task, but he was trying to catch up. His father expected him to be Head Boy next year and he didn’t want to disappoint him if he could help it.

            “Yeah? Great,” Harry said reaching for his bag. “Where is it?”

            “I dropped my bag back by the door. I’ll go get it,” Draco said before getting up and retrieving his school bag.

            They did their homework together silently until dinner. Harry wanted to suggest that they skip the Great Hall and eat together, but he knew that Draco hadn’t been to a meal there since lunch on Saturday. “You’re friends are probably worried about you. We should go to dinner soon,” Harry said, putting away his quill and parchment.

            “No, I saw them earlier when I came back from visiting with mother. I told them that I was with her all night and all morning and that I was going to work on my secret Death Eating project. They won’t miss me, but I am hungry, so let’s go back.”

            “You’re not gonna take the mark, are you?” Harry asked.

            “I already took it. I had to, to protect mother.”

            “But I didn’t see anything on your arm!” Harry was shocked. He had suspected Draco of having a mark at the start of the school year, but he had seen Draco’s arm very clearly today and there was nothing on it.

            “It fades when the Dark Lord isn’t calling. How else do you think father and the others got away with their crimes the first time?”

            “Oh, I didn’t think of that,” Harry replied.

            “It’s not a big deal. So I have a horribly ugly tattoo; you’ll kill Voldemort and it’ll go into permanent dormancy and best of all, I’ll still have a mother,” Draco explained. He was not one to put principles before family.

            “Alright. Hey, do you think these swim trunks will disappear the moment we leave this room?” Harry asked changing the subject. He was impressed that Draco was willing to sacrifice his freedom from Voldemort for his mum’s safety, but he didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t have a mum, so he didn’t know what it was like to be worried about her like that.

            “Yeah, probably. You’ll just have to ask for them again next time,” Draco replied.

            They were quiet for a few minutes before Harry asked, “Draco?”

            “Hmm?”

            “Will you be my boyfriend?” Harry asked nervously. He was scared Draco would say no, but they had been snogging all day, so he had to ask.

            “Yeah,” Draco answered blushing. He was still not too sure about this Harry thing, but he liked the way Harry made him feel, so he was willing to take a risk.

            “Brilliant,” Harry replied before leaning in for one last snog before they parted ways and went down to dinner.

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