A Tiny Little Full-blown Obsession | By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 36515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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When Harry heard what he recognized as sounds of distress, ever the Gryffindor, he chased them down to save the day. Well, Harry, ever the Gryffindor, didnt really stop and evaluate the situation all that well before rushing in. Had he in fact paid even the slightest attention to these noises of distress, he would have perhaps recognized that they were actually gasps and moans of pleasure, not pain. But since he hadn't, he was quite surprised when he rushed through the Quidditch locker rooms straight to the showers only to be met with an extremely... evocative sight.
Draco Malfoy, nemesis extraordinaire was standing under a showerhead completely naked. And wet. And obviously wanking.
Harry found his feet glued to the spot at the sight of water dribbling down all that perfect, ivory skin. It ran over Malfoys tight abs and lean legs, through his silver-blond locks, and over his perfectly sculpted shoulders. His head was thrown back, one hand lazily circling his stomach, the other slowly stroking his hardened shaft. When he pinched a perked pink nipple and moaned Harry realized his own cock was really enjoying the show, if the twitch it gave was any indication.
Somewhere in the recesses of his conscious, Harry thought he shouldnt be standing here watching this. He should just quietly sneak away. Or maybe join in. No, no, sneaking away was the right thing to do. And he planned to. Any minute now, he was- oh god now Malfoys other hand had moved down to roll his balls and that had to be the sexiest thing hed ever seen. Harry really should be getting out of there and now. He could go back to his dorm, lay on his bed, and wank himself raw for the next two weeks.
But then Malfoys hips started rocking as he fucked his own hand and the little moans and gaps grew louder. Harry could feel the wet patch in his pants where the head of his cock was rubbing against the fabric. And hey, when did that tricky little hand of his sneak down to rub his erection? Cheeky little thing. Oh well hed scold it later.
He timed his rubs with Malfoys trusts. A sudden urge rose to go over and wrap his own hand around that beautiful cock of the blonds, to lick all that lovely skin, to nibble on those luscious lips and to actually cause all those little moans. And even though Malfoy could open his eyes any moment and see Harry staring at him while palming his own cock, he just couldnt bring himself to care at the moment.
Malfoys thrusts sped up, his hand pumping in a blur and he started to make all these delicious moans and groans and Harry had to bite down hard on his lower lips not to moan as well. He was practically clawing at his pants over his own hard cock, but he had never been as turned on before as he was now. Watching the muscles of Malfoys abs and legs dance under that silky, pale skin that was flushed from the hot water and arousal as he thrust into his elegant hand was the most amazing sight. After a particularly hard squeeze to his cock, Harry was coming, shooting straight into the fabric of his genes and doing his best not to cry out in ecstasy.
Malfoy came, pearly globs of come shooting out of his erection and Harry had to suppress another moan as he felt an extreme flutter of pleasure in his gut. The blond remained under the spray with closed eyes, slumped against the wall, panting.
Now, free from his desperate desires, Harrys mind started to clear and alarm bells went off. He may have been a Gryffindor, but that clever little sorting hat had once told him hed make a good Slytherin. So he proved it right by committing a very Slytherin act and running the hell away from there as fast as his cowardly legs could out the locker room, onto the pitch, jumping onto his broom and flying right up to the castle doors. It was rather worrisome making his way to his dorm and praying his robes concealed well enough that he had just creamed his pants while watching Malfoy wank.
***
Harry skipped dinner that night, afraid he wouldnt be able to keep from reacting while that gorgeous Slytherin would be eating across the room from him. He told Hermione and Ron, as politely as he could while irritably hard, to bugger off. He wasnt feeling well and he just wasnt up for it. Heh. Well he was up, but not for dinner.
After wanking frantically and spilling onto his sheets, twice, he started to think about a new worry. What if Malfoy had seen him? But no, he couldnt have, Harry would have noticed if Malfoy had, there would have been some kind of reaction. But... what if Malfoy did somehow know? What would the Slytherin do then? Hed hold it over Harrys head until the end of time. And even if he didnt know, how could he ever look the Slytherin in the eyes again after watching what was obviously a very private moment and getting off on it like some common pervert?
Harry didnt sleep much that night.
The next morning at breakfast Harry kept his head down, sure to keep his eyes away from the Slytherin table. After a few minutes of pushing his scrambled eggs around his plate, he felt a gentle nudge against his shoulder. When he glanced up Ron was looking at him, his eyebrows drawn together in a look of concerned.
Alright, mate?
Hermione sat next to him, wearing an identical expression.
Fine. Tired. He said, then at their escalated expressions of unease he amended, Just worried about school stuff.
Hermione and Ron shared a look, but Harry wasnt all that interested because at that moment he glanced over to see Malfoy staring at him with a neutral look, indifferent in every way. Harrys heart started to palpitate. Fuck fuck FUCK Malfoy KNEW. But then the moment was over and Malfoy was looking farther down the Gryffindor table with that same neutral look. Harry sighed, if Malfoy did know, surely he would have done something by now.
Harry?
The brunet spun his head around to Hermione again. Huh?
Youre essay. For Charms. She drew out the words like talking to a small child and Harry just continued to stare blankly.
She rolled her eyes, I guess that means you havent started yet. We should all meet in the library later. She fixed Ron with a firm look before picking up her bag and walking off. This year she was really pushing them in preparation for N.E.W.T.s.
Slave driver. Ron mumbled under his breath and Harry sniggered.
***
Somewhere along the way of living in the muggle world, Harry had learned the famous story about the man who killed the old guy, chopped him up, and put him under the floorboards. When the police came, for whatever reason, the man was so confident he had done this so well without anyone being able to find out, he actually invited them to stay and have tea, or some rubbish, right over the floorboards where his victim's corpse lay in pieces. But then he started to hear a heart beating and was sure the police were mocking him like they knew. Harry, although he hadnt actually killed Malfoy and shoved him under the floor, felt very much like that man. At first he had been so sure that he had gone unnoticed, but now he was going crazy with the worry that Malfoy knew somehow.
It was in the way he would look at Harry sometimes with such indifference it had to be faked. Or sometimes he would glance innocently, or sneer just a bit too long and Harrys heart would just about explode with fear that he was going to tell everyone just what a naughty boy Harry had been. Wouldnt the Daily Prophet just love that. And what would his friends think?
Hermione, being the brilliant witch she was, must have noticed something. Although it might have been obvious something was going on with the way Harry always seemed to get so damn jumpy every time Malfoy so much as entered the room. But, bless her, all she would do is give him questioning looks and go on her merry little way. Harry could not talk to anyone about this. Never. It would just have to be his secret, hidden away under his floorboards.
The next strange stage Harry seemed to go through was wanting to see the scene again. Although he had pictured Malfoys flawlessly beautiful skin again and again when he stroked himself at night, the memory was starting to fade a bit. The little details were getting hazy. He couldnt hear Malfoys moans as well anymore, or picture that wonderful cock of his thrusting into those smooth hands. He fretted about it night after night. He wanted to hear those little whimpers again, anything to revive parts of the memory. He became obsessed.
Even though he still didnt know if Malfoy knew what he did or not, he just had to hear those noises again. So he did the only thing he could in order to get Malfoy to grunt and moan.
He picked a fight.
As he was just entering the great hall one afternoon for a late lunch with Ron and Hermione, Malfoy was leaving. Harry saw his opportunity right away. As nonchalantly as a nervous, jumpy boy could, he pretended to be talking to Hermione seamlessly unaware of where he was going and ignored the warnings from his friends before he collided with the blond.
He was thrilled when Ron, ever the loyal Gryffindor friend, chimed in with a spiteful, Watch where youre going, Ferret.
Malfoy sneered. Are you blind Potter; or did you just expect everyone to jump from the path of the Boy Who Lived and bow at your feet as you pass?
Sod off, Malfoy, he spat. He had almost forgotten how easy it was to get into a fight with the git. He pushed him and there it was, that little huff of breath that escaped his lungs as Harrys hands collided forcefully with his chest. Harry was already getting hard.
The fuck! Malfoy yelled and his fist smacked into Harrys side with an audible thump. Burning, stinging pain erupted all down his left side with the contact, but Harry kept going on instinct now, throwing out his fist and connecting it none to gently with Malfoys jaw. The blonds head snapped back, neck twisting at a seemingly uncomfortable angle. It was all worth it with the groan that followed as Malfoys hand went up to gingerly touch the damaged cheek.
Oh. Such a perfect groan. Harry wished he could have created it in pleasure, not pain. He was hard, really hard from savoring that small little noise, his pants uncomfortably tight as the fabric rubbed his erection. He just prayed his robes would stay in front and no one would notice.
With an enraged growl, Malfoy grabbed Harry by the front of his collar and threw him up against the wall, pressing firmly into him and the Gryffindor instantly loved the feeling.
What the hell is wrong with you, Potter? Taken one to many hexes to the head? His eyes were flashing, beautiful mercury glaring daggers at him. Something was different, he seemed angrier somehow than he usually was, like this was more than just some random fight between the two of them. Draco pulled back and slammed him into the wall again, pain erupting down Harrys spine as his head collided with the unforgiving stone.
All he could be arsed to care about was the sensation of Malfoys firm body pressed into him. He prayed the layers of fabric hid the fact that he was hard as the blond pressed into him and sneered.
Harry was vaguely aware of Hermione holding Ron back from hexing Malfoy, although he wasnt in the right mindset to even realize why she would be stopping him. McGonagall came rushing to the scene with pursed lips and glaring eyes. Boys! she shouted, sounding powerful and enraged. Still getting into these petty squabbles. Is it so much to ask to act like proper adults?
Malfoy, and Harry was sure he had to have imagined this, gave a small wink before pushing off and pretended to dust off his robes. He had just imagined that, right? Right. Malfoy had probably never winked in his life. Oh god, what if he had noticed Harrys erection, was he going to embarrass him in front of the crowd that had gathered sometime during the fight?
Twenty points from each Gryffindor and Slytherin. And detentions Saturday for both of you. McGonagalls lips were now a very thin line but Harry was too busy having a mini panic attack about what Malfoy would do. Which is why he was so shocked when Malfoy simply shrugged and walked away like nothing had just happened.
When Harry turned to his friends however, he felt very uneasy at the knowing look Hermione was giving him. Oh god, she knew.
***
Harry kept his head down during transfigurations. He could still see the anger in McGonagalls eyes whenever she glanced at him. And the fact that he had gone off and wanked in the closest loo he encountered right after the fight had him too ashamed to look at Malfoy.
After class he desperately avoided Hermione, who he could tell was trying to get him alone for a talk. Hermione was an extremely intelligent witch, and quite intuitive to boot. So it was no wonder she deduced from Harrys actions he was avoiding her. Okay so maybe it was made a little more obvious when he had seen her coming down the hall with a determined sort of look, and in a fit of panic he grabbed an unsuspecting first year Hufflepuff and practically threw them in her path as he dashed off in the other direction.
The next evening he felt a bit bad for skipping out on the library session they were supposed to have, instead sneaking away in his invisibility cloak to do homework in the Owlery while Hedwig gave him company. Luckily for him, even though the image would probably scar him for life, he was glad to notice as he slipped by them in the common room that Ron was doing a good job of distracting Hermione with his tongue down her throat. He supposed his friends had been doing a pretty good job of hiding their own secrets.
He shuddered at the memory, just a bit disturbing to him as he looked out the Owlery window, ignoring the books on his lap. Hedwig was obviously feeling ignored perched on his shoulder because she gave a lock of his hair a sudden tug with her beak.
Sorry girl, Harry reached up to stroke her chest feathers in an attempt to placate her. Im a right mess. Malfoys always been able to get to me, but now things are worse than ever.
Hedwig ruffled her feathers and smoothed them down again and Harry laughed, wondering if she was trying to tell him anything.
Just then he caught sight of someone flying on the pitch. He jumped to his feet, wincing when Hedwig dug her talons into his shoulder. He leaned out the window in search for the flyer, but the sun was just setting and he was having a hard time seeing anything in the half-light. Letting his seeker instincts take over, he scanned the area, in the sky, on the grass. And there! A flash of silver blond hair identified the flyer as Malfoy.
Harrys insides were swimming, would Malfoy shower after his flight? He had to get down there right away. He shooed Hedwig away, who was none to pleased and let him know it by nipping at his hand. After savagely throwing everything into his bag Harry donned his invisibility cloak and tore down the spiral steps of the Owlery and out onto the pitch.
Malfoy was still flying when he reached the locker rooms and Harry allowed himself to pause, hunched over with a stitch in his side from running. He took a moment to watch Malfoys graceful movements in the air. The way his body leaned into a turn, the ease of his legs and arms with the broom. He was an amazingly good flyer, each graceful movement a clear show of his mastery. Not to mention an incredibly arousing sight.
It was getting too dark to really make out Malfoys figure in the sky so Harry carefully snuck into the locker room still under his cloak. Immediately, he staked out the best position in the room, a corner right at the edge of the showers where he would still be able to watch Malfoy undress, and made sure to arrange himself in his cloak and make sure no part of him was showing. Now all that was left was to play the waiting game. In some part of Harrys head he might be slightly ashamed of the fact that he was using his fathers invisibility cloak to spy on a boy in a shower, and that might have come off as just slightly questioning in morals, but at this point all he wanted to see was Malfoys perfect skin flushed and wet again.
It didnt take long before a metallic squeak informed him that the locker room door was being pushed open and his heart started beating erratically. How is it that Malfoy had reduced him to this? He was pathetic. But more importantly to his libido-controlled mind, he was hard.
Malfoy walked in, more casually than Harry was use to seeing him. He was looking around in what looked like almost a nervous fashion, but his face was kept completely a masked and emotionless. He laid his broom down carefully on a bench and after his eyes darted quickly around the room once more his hands went to the claps of his robe. Was that a slight tremor in his hands?
Harrys mouth went completely dry as the robe slipped off the blonds shoulders onto the floor, revealing more of that alluring body. The buttons of the white pressed shirt came undone next. One by one opening the shirt to reveal inches of heavenly skin at a maddeningly slow pace. Harry wanted to be the one to unbutton that shirt, to run his hands over all that skin and feel it smooth and warm under his fingers. He could imagine just how gloriously soft it would feel as he cherished every inch of Malfoys perfect skin.
The cuffs were the last to be unbuttoned and the shirt was slowly shrugged out of. Dammit, Malfoy was driving him crazy without even knowing it, getting undressed like this, dragging it out so tantalizingly. The blonds eyes drifted around again and he bit his bottom lip. Had Harry not had all the usual blood in his brain currently redirected lower, he might have been thinking properly and could possibly have reflected this behavior as peculiar. As it was, he was far too horny to care. Especially when Malfoys attention turned to his belt and was currently sliding it slowly out one loop at a time.
Malfoy sat down on the bench next to his broom and undid his shoes, slipped off his socks, and then stood against and started unbuttoning his trousers. When they were dropped to the floor, Harry couldnt help the quiet, breathless groan at the site of him. His sculpted chest like a marble statue, his lean muscles flexing under his thighs, and the thing that made his mouth water was the site of Malfoys half hard cock. In fact it made Harry moan audibly before he even realized he was doing it.
Malfoys eyes snapped over to where he was standing, searching and Harrys fright kicked up a notch. Fuck, he had to get out of there. Fuck, he was so screwed. His heart was racing, palms sweating. Malfoy started to swagger over and Harry pressed back as far as he could into the wall damning that he seemed to have lost all his goddamn Gryffindor bravery and Slytherin cowardice and instead picked up what appeared to be a mouse's natural reaction to fear: stand absolutely still and wait for death or its equivalent.
Just as he was sure Malfoy had found him out, walking right where he was standing, the blond kept moving past him and into the showers. He turned on a showerhead, adjusted the water, and stepped in. Harrys shaky legs almost gave out but he remained up right with the support of the wall. Malfoy hadnt noticed. Harry was one lucky bastard.
Instead Malfoy now seemed completely erect without Harry having even seen him touching himself. Were showers really that arousing for Malfoy? It didnt matter, that and all other thoughts went completely out of Harrys mind when the Slytherin arched his back and ran his hands through his silky hair, lathering shampoo and the suds were traveling down his arms, round his shoulders, over his stomach and it was beautiful and perfect just like Draco.
After the shampoo was rinsed out leaving Malfoys hair shining like liquid silver, he moved on to soap up the rest of his body. The angle he was at was absolutely perfect for Harrys little show and before long Harrys cock was twitching and leaking and practically screaming for him to touch it. Maddening. All Harry could do was watch as Malfoys hands traveled over his own body. He shouldnt even be watching this at all, but how could he not when Malfoys fingers graced his nipple, squeezed, pinched and the gasps and moans that followed were like an orchestra to Harry. A song entitled Arousing Pleasures for the Soul.
Harry started to ghost his fingers over his bulge before he decided if he was going to do this there werent going to be any half ways about it. He unzipped his pants and slid them halfway to his thighs before grabbing the base of his cock and slowly running his palm up and down the underside while he watched the steam that had build up in the shower, dancing around Malfoys body in white clouds like he was some sort of Greek god.
Apparently done with his washing, Malfoy worried his lip, slid his hand down his chest and curled his fingers around his cock. Harry watched mesmerized as Malfoy pulled his length up in a few hard strokes, occasionally giving the head of his cock a quick squeeze and twist. Malfoys face was a mixture of emotions: Concentration, pleasure, and determination. All defined with closed eyes, brows drawn together slightly and the parted pink lips with gasps and moans slipping out.
When Malfoy hissed out a yes and started fondling his balls Harry had a sudden jealous flash of knowing Malfoy was thinking about someone. He wondered who the bitch was. For a brief moment he saw red as the anger washed over him, then it was replaced by a desperate sadness in the pit of his stomach, a feeling like a brick dropping into his gut. He was surprised by the intensity of the desire for it to be Harry who Draco thought of while wanking. They were silly, pathetic thoughts. It would never be him.
Malfoys hand moved from his balls, slowly creeping back until shit he was pushing a finger inside and Harrys body was shivering with pleasure from the site. Harry wanted to go over there, to pull Malfoy into his arms and whisper to him how beautiful he was, so incredibly sexy. But instead he bit his bottom lip hard enough to bleed while watching Malfoy fuck himself with his finger, arching and moaning all the while.
Seeing Malfoy arch forcefully, moaning loudly, and having pearly streams of come squirt out onto the shower floors was what sent Harry over the edge. He bit down on his knuckles hard enough to taste blood as he shot his load into his hand. Before he opened his eyes he cast the cleaning spell on himself, as if seeing what he had just done would make it more real. When he did open his eyes he almost gasped at the sight of Malfoy looking over in the direction Harry was currently in with a small smile curving the sides of his gasping lips.
He knew Malfoy wasnt really looking at him, knew he couldnt see him and it was highly unlikely he had anyway to hear his stifled noises while under the spray of water, yet a very uneasy feeling washed over him all the same. If Malfoy only knew, if anyone knew what Harry had just done they would be disgusted. His aunt and Uncle had been right; he really was a freak.
He went to bed that night wishing he had more than just fantasies to keep him warm.
****
Potions was hard. Well, Harry was hard, but also potions was difficult. He had to keep reminding himself not to stare at Malfoy. Being Harry Potter, he could appreciate not wanting people to look at you all the time, especially when unaware and he had already done that to Malfoy twice. He was wrong and twisted and should have never invaded Malfoys privacy even once.
They were making some sort of relaxing potion and he really wished he could have worked with a partner, particularly Hermione because his potion wasnt looking right. It was a glossy, pale yellow when it was supposed to be a saturated green. Hermione's was green. His was fucked.
Snape was prowling down the isles checking over the progress and informing students of how stupid they were and how they should just craw into a hole and die because they lacked the ability to brew a potion, or something along those lines. Harry was frantically checking over the ingredients and steps, trying to see were he went wrong. While leaned over his list, frantically grinding more gurdyroot with his mortar and pestle, a shadow moved over him. He looked up to see the pointy face of none other than Draco Malfoy.
His heart jumped. So did his cock.
Really Potter, can you not even brew a simple sleep potion?
Then, to Harrys horror, Malfoy extended that pale, aristocratic hand and dropped something into his caldron. He didnt even see what it was, besides a gray blur before it was swallowed by his oily yellow concoction. Before he could even react, Malfoy walked away.
He was livid, he was raving, and he was really quite pissed. Malfoy had sabotaged his potion, the sod. He was going to kill him.
Snape walked by before he could even think of a way to fix it. He nodded curtly and continued on to the next student. Harry gaped, his jaw dropping and eyes bulging. One more look at his potion and it was now the same vivid green as Hermione's. Had Malfoy just fixed his Goddamn potion? The blond was looking at him when he swiveled around to continue gaping. A smirk crossed Malfoys face, but it seemed less malicious and smugger than anything else. He made a strange gesture of waving his hand in a circle, a pantomime of stirring then turned his attention back to his own potion.
Pssst, He heard Hermione and glanced over. She pointed to his cauldron, which was now starting to bubble, and mouthed the word stir.
Harry did, automatically. His mouth still open in shock before he realized that he must look like a goldfish and shut it with an audible snap. It was a little unsettling that Malfoy had just helped him, if he actually had. He probably thought Harry owed him now. Maybe he wanted something. Or maybe he was just fucking with Harrys mind. Whatever it was, it couldnt be good.
***
Malfoy was obviously straight. Pansy Parkinson, the bitch, was always hanging off his arm in a clear show of being his girlfriend. Even if he were gay he would still never want Harry. He hated Harry, if for nothing else, for landing Lucius in Azkaban. There had even been that nice little vow of killing Harry because of it. So all Harry had were his constant fantasies.
They werent just in the showers or bed anymore. He fantasized almost every moment of the day, escalated by the blond's presence. He started to notice little things about Malfoy, like his smell, a woodsy scent with an underlining presence of citrus. Or the way he stopped slicking back his hair every day, and on the days when it was raining it would become wavy with extra volume. Each small detail eventually worked its way into his fantasies, filling them out and making them richer.
There was so much to Malfoy Harry had never appreciated enough before, like his intelligence, wit, and fiery spirit. Or the way he was always able to act so comfortable and confident in his own skin and carry around an aristocratic presence. His passion for things were spectacular, like potions and Quidditch, so heart felt the way he threw so much of himself into them. He always seemed to know Harry so well, able to get Harry riled up without even a moments notice. Granted lately hed been riling up Harry in a whole new way.
During a particularly boring lecture from Flitwick one day Harry let his eyes wonder over to where Draco was sitting with a look of utmost concentration. His hand was working quickly to take notes, capturing every bit of information that he could. Little specks of black ink freckled his skin, contrasting drastically with his pale hand. He really did have lovely hands, smooth skin stretching over the shapely tendons, blue lines that marked the veins just below the surface where all that pure blood was pumping. The inconstant light from the flickering candles moved soft shadows between his fingers and under his palm, defining their form so perfectly. Draco was a work of art in every way.
Harry started to wonder what would it be like to hold him close and snuggle up to his warm body as Harry fell asleep at night. To kiss those hands before bed, every knuckle and finger one at a time. To feel them wondering over his skin, bathing him in their tenderness. To wake up every morning with Draco in his arms knowing Draco was his.
Harry abruptly threw on the brakes of that train of thought and back tracked. When had his thoughts of Malfoy gone from sexual to... to... well to something more? And when had he started calling him Draco in his mind? This was a nightmare; he couldnt be falling for the blond. Ridiculous notion. Ludicrous. He was losing his mind. He had to get Malfoy out of his head and he was obviously incapable of doing it on his own. He needed help. He needed Hermione.
***
Saturday morning Harry was standing outside the girls dorm waiting. He wanted to catch her first thing so they could plan on a meeting place after breakfast without anyone knowing. He was so sure the first person out would be her, so when the door cracked open he grabbed the figure, pulled her close and whispered Meet me alone after breakfast. Imagine his surprise when he pulled back to see a very blushing Lavender Brown.
Er- sorry. Thought you were someone else. He mumbled lamely and stepped back, completely mortified.
Oh? She looked slightly disappointed. And who did you think I was? Then her face sprouted a wicked little smile, Whos in there that you want?
Then to add to his humiliation a mans voice sounded behind him, Someone in there youre pining after, Romeo? Dean, damn him.
No, its not like that.
My my Harry, you blush so prettily! Lavender giggled.
Mate? That would be Ron. Trying to sneak into the girls dorms?
Yes, Lavender said. Hes desperate to talk to his love first thing in the morning and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
No. Shut up! Harry said between clenched teeth. He never thought hed be so relieved to see the bushy head of Hermione peaking out the door. He shoved Lavender aside and grabbed her elbow, hissing into Hermione's ear as quietly as he could so as not to be over heard, We need to talk in private. Lake. After breakfast. Knowing she would understand the place he meant he stormed off, ignoring the look of shock on Rons face, and the glee on Lavenders, and headed for the showers.
***
Ron had wedged himself between Hermione and him and was shooting Harry suspicious looks all throughout breakfast. Harry almost laughed when he realized why; Ron thought he was stealing her right from underneath his friends nose. Oh how wrong he was.
Hermione acted as if nothing had happened at all. She hadnt even recognized that she had heard, but he was sure she did. He nibbled on his toast, making sure he positioned himself so Draco Malfoy he corrected was blocked from his view by Ginny. All around there were whispers where he caught his and Hermione's name but he ignored those too. He just wanted to be over this little crush on Malfoy once and for all.
He left first, mumbling something about talking to Hagrid and made his way down to the set of rocks on the north end of the lake, a private little alcove away from everything. It was peaceful and secluded, and the ambiance of the small waves lapping up the shore tended to ease his mind perfectly for clear thinking.
Hermione, after following him unknowingly one day, was the only one who knew he came here sometimes to get away. As he sat waiting for her he went over exactly what he would say. Hed start out casually, slowly leading the conversation towards the topic of crushes. Then subtly hint that he may have a slight attraction to someone and ask her how he should get over his tiny little infatuation. She would know. She would have books and books of knowledge at her disposal to help him through this little phase. All he had to do was keep the conversation subtle, he didnt really feel ready for her to know everything about the situation just yet.
Okay Harry, Im here. He jumped when she sat down suddenly next to him, bringing him out of his thoughts.
Right, keep it casual and subtle. He turned to her, making sure he had her full attention and opened his mouth. Im gay and think Im falling for Draco Malfoy.
Well. That wasnt quite how he meant it to go. Hermione's only reaction was a slight raise of her eyebrows and that better not have been a smile she was trying to hide by tucking her lips in-between her teeth.
And?
What do you mean and? Did you hear me?!
She sighed. Harry, Ive had my suspicions so this doesnt surprise me. And as your friend of course Im going to support you. Is that why youre worried?
Wait... suspicions about me being gay, or liking Malfoy?
Both.
Oh God. Is it that obvious?
No. I dont think anyone else has noticed.
Then how did you know?
Hermione put a hand on Harrys shoulder and he realized he was trembling. Its alright. I never knew for sure. But you didnt show interest in girls like other boys our age, she shushed his sound of protest before continuing, yes there was Cho, but one kiss that you didnt even enjoy isnt much. Plus its the way you look at boys- well at least Malfoy.
And how exactly do I look at Malfoy?
This time there was a smile on her lips but she only shrugged.
Whatever, he said, it makes things easier that you know anyway. I need your help. I need... I need you to teach me a spell or help me brew a potion, something, anything to help me forget my feelings towards him, he said, slightly ashamed of his pleading tone.
Hermione's smile disappeared and her eyebrows drew closer. There isnt a spell like that.
There are love spells arent there? Then there has to be anti-love spells!
No. There really arent, it doesnt work like that. And even if there were I wouldnt help you like that.
Harry let out a nervous chuckle. So youd rather I suffer? You have to help me, youre my last hope.
Hermione was now wringing her hands. Crushes are hard, sometimes you get crushed by them, hints the name. But Harry, you cant just hide away your feelings. Theyre a part of who you are and its not healthy.
Liking Malfoy isnt healthy!
You cant help who you like.
So what now, what are you saying? What should I do?
Hermione rolled her eyes. You could start by talking to him.
What was it with girls and talking? I watched him in the showers with my invisibility cloak. Im obsessed. Should I talk to him about that, hmm?
Well. Id start a little smaller. She was hiding a giggle behind her hand now, but it was given away with the shake of her shoulders.
Hermione you dont get it, hed laugh at me. Hed tell everyone. Hes. Not. Even. Gay. He ground out, trying not to lose patience with his friend.
She looked at him for a moment then threw her head back and burst into laughter. She must have been thoroughly amused because for a long time she just continued to laugh and laugh, gasping for breath, holding her sides while tears streamed down her cheeks. After a few false starts to words that turned into giggles she finally pulled herself together. Malfoy is as gay as they come.
Harry gawked. But Pansy and... of course he isnt.
One: his nails are nicer than mine. Two: he is obsessed about his appearance, including the latest fashions.
Hermione... he said in warning.
Three, she said softer, he looks at you the same way you look at him.
Harrys heart fluttered with a smudge of hope before he squashed it down. And how exactly is that?
I dont know. A sort of longing, I think.
If only. She just didnt get it; Malfoy hated Harry. A longing for him to be dead, maybe. If he told Malfoy he would get rejected and that would hurt. It would hurt too much.
Never mind. Just forget the whole thing, he mumbled as he stood. He could hear her let out an exasperated boys under her breath before he felt her tight grip on his shoulder spinning him back to face her.
You wanted my help, so here it is. Talk to him, at least try to get on closer terms with him. Bury your animosity as best you can and just get to know him. You may be reminded of how much a git he can be and lose interest, at the very least. And with that she was off, tossing her hair over her shoulder and striding away with a purposeful this-conversation-is-over air about her.
***
That night there was something hard and square under his pillow when he went to lay down. He pulled out a brown package with a note attached that said, Can only be opened by you. Read it in private in Hermione's distinct loopy script. He made sure his curtains around his bed were pulled tight and cast a few privacy spells, having no idea what it is she had done this time.
When he pulled the paper off he was met with an animated picture of two men kissing. Porn! Sweet, innocent, bookworm Hermione had given him porn!
Only on closer inspection he saw that it was actually a book called, What Every Gay Wizard Needs to Know in Order to Please His Lover.
Harrys face burned, porn would have been less embarrassing than this. He couldnt look through this, it was-- it-- it wasnt... well maybe a quick flip through since she went through the trouble and all... hmm... that certainly looked interesting...
Oh, thats called rimming is it?
Interesting...
***
Harry ended up reading the book Hermione had so thoughtfully given him cover to cover over the next week. He would guiltily fantasize about doing more than half the stuff to Draco, wondering what would please him more. He had never been so horny in his life and he ended up going through a whole bottle of lotion before surreptitiously ordering more through Hedwig.
Awkwardly enough, Hermione would meet him down by the lake every once in a while and ask him embarrassing things like if he had any questions, or if he needed anything. Sometimes she would go so far as to bring pamphlets and books, anything from gay sex to pureblood marriage rituals. Really, she was going completely overboard. And she thought he was obsessed.
The fact that they would sneak away without telling anyone always fueled the rumors that they were together. She danced around the subject of Ron for a while, promising she wasnt telling anyone including him but always seemed to want to say something more. Eventually Harry flat out told her he knew about them and laughed when her ears went red but asked her to still not say anything to Ron. Hed tell him eventually. He just hadnt yet because... because he was busy.
Hermione's advice regarding Malfoy never changed and Harry eventually settled into trying to avoid and ignore him as much as he could. He told himself it was for the best and being around him only fueled his attraction to the blond. This only made Hermione seem to talk more about Malfoy, time and time again bringing up that he seemed more irritated than usual lately. Harry didnt see how that was any of his concern.
***
So you and Granger, huh? Malfoys voice seemed to come out of nowhere and Harry leapt and bumped into Hermione, knocking the book she was reading from her hands. Doesnt surprise me, shes been practically throwing herself at you since first year.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry had been idly making their way to Charms, each caught up in their own thoughts until Malfoy had snuck up on them. Ron went completely rigid, his face pale and his eyes darting around the floor like he was completely stumped on what to do. Hermione just bent down to pick up her book, obviously not interested in setting anything straight and leaving it all to Harry. A serge of annoyance towards her tried to surface and he had to bite it down before facing Malfoy.
Dont be absurd. You dont know what youre talking about.
This seemed to spar Ron into action who took a threatening step forward and raised his wand. Right. You dont know what youre talking about so sod off, and before you do, apologize to Hermione.
Draco gave him a disinterested look before smirking at Hermione who was reading through this whole encounter and saying, Please. You two are always sneaking off together to be alone, not to mention shes always got her hands all over you.
Ron went rigid again.
Harry was at a loss of what to say. He settled for, Whats it to you, Malfoy?
This, oddly enough got Hermione's attention and she wedged the book under her arm and grabbed both him and Ron, tugging them backward and saying overly loud so as Malfoy would hear, Dont let him get to you Harry, hes just being his usual insecure self.
Insecure!? Malfoy actually shrieked like a little girl and Harry had to stifle his chuckle, I have absolutely nothing to be insecure about, Granger. Im absolutely perfect.
Hermione started tugging Ron and Harry back farther, trying to steer them into the classroom. Just as they were entering the doorway Ron snorted and said very loudly, Perfectly flawed is more like it, ferret. Id die of shock one day if I learned that you arent half the heartless little shit I know you are. And the three went to their seats, nothing more to be done in the sanctuary of the classroom.
***
Rons comment irritated Harry. Malfoy wasnt heartless at all. Harry could see it; Draco did know how to love. Every so often he would receive care packages from home and Harry would watch as a small smile would tug at the blonds lips. For one brief instant while his eagle owl was flying towards him with a package in tow he could see Malfoys defenses slipping away. In one short moment the mask would be down and there was an undeniable show of affection, of love for his mother before his face would hide his emotions once again and hed smirk and brag and boaster around his fellow Slytherins. But even that bragging was a show of affection, he was proud of his mothers love.
Harry was jealous.
He tried to tell himself that he was just jealous that Malfoy had a mother to love, but deep inside his mind he had to berate himself for even thinking maybe it was because he could love, but could never... well... It didnt matter.
***
Harry was making his way up to the common room to grab his Firebolt when a certain bushy-brown haired witch suddenly dragged him behind a suit of armor.
Er- hi Hermione. He said rubbing the arm she had tugged none too gently.
Dont you hi me, what was that earlier?
What was what?
With Malfoy! After all the help and advice Ive given you, you go and be all snooty with him. You could have at least tried to get along.
Harry strove not to scowl at her. First of all, he started it. Secondly, he was insulting you and I was sticking up for you.
Oh honestly. He was being pleasant, she made a face, for Malfoy at least.
What are you on about?
I think he was trying. I think hes been trying for some time now but youre not paying attention. And did you think that maybe he was just asking if we were together? Can you think of why he might want to know?
Harry frowned, ignoring the second half of what she said. Trying what?
I dont know, trying not to be such a prat to you for one. I know theres been incidents where hes even done nice things for you.
Harry stared blankly at her for a moment before he burst out laughing. Right. Just last night he was giving me presents and compliments while serenading me by the lake. I dont think Malfoy knows how to be nice to me.
If you would just look at the clues... Im telling you. Wont you at least try and talk to him without bickering?
No Hermione. Im starting to think you want me to end up all over the papers as the Pouf Who Lived.
No! But at the same time you cant live in fear of all that, dont give The Daily Profit that much power over what you do in life.
You would know, he said heavily sarcastic, you would know what its like. What, from your brief attention back during the Triwizard tournament?
So what if the press found out, would it really be awful for everyone to know? Are you ashamed?
No! Thats not it!
I think you are. You wont even tell Ron youre gay.
Its more than just the gay thing, Hermione, its Malfoy.
Youre being ridiculous.
His blood was boiling. She just didnt get it, and he felt incredibly defensive about everything. No youre being ridiculous. Youre advice is ridiculous. You dont know anything about this, for once in your life you dont know the answer to a question Im asking and now youre being bloody ridiculous. So just shut the fuck up!
SMACK
She slapped him. It hurt.
***
Harry still felt a little bad for upsetting Hermione yesterday, but her advice was only making him frustrated. It irked him that she was acting like she had the simplest answers to everything and Harry was being stupid by not acting on her advice. Really it was just the advice that was stupid but she didnt seem to be able to comprehend that. Still, he had gone completely over the top and had every intention of apologizing to her at breakfast.
Although once breakfast came things didnt go so smoothly. Girls, it turned out, had to always be difficult. First, when he went to sit by Ron, she patted the spot next to her instead, which he took cautiously. When he tried to bring up the subject of last nights fight she smiled at him sugarly and said, what do you mean?
I shouldnt have yelled. Im sorry Hermione.
She raised her brows. Are you?
Yes.
So youre ready to take my advice?
He hadnt been expecting her to say that, although really he should have.
Er- no. I-
Then apology not accepted. Her voice was still sugar sweet, but it was completely cold.
Wait, dont, he pleaded, I dont want to fight. I do appreciate youre help, Her eyes warmed, but youre wrong, warmth gone, I mean I dont think its best for me. Too late, she was back to full on rage and she got up, slamming her plate of eggs down and making them jump and splatter over the table, Harry, and Herself.
If you dont want my help, then dont ask for it. She stood up, shrugging off Rons hand on her arm and made for the exit.
Wait, he said chasing after her, casting a quick cleaning spell on his robes. I didnt say I didnt want it, Hermione. He ignored the eyes that followed him from the different tables as he chased her out into the hall.
Hermione, please wait.
I dont want to hear it, Harry.
Having a lovers tiff? A familiar voice drawled. Shit, not now.
Harry was mortified to turn around in time to see Malfoy swagger towards them, his robes bellowing out as he walked. He was definitely the last person he wanted to see right now.
Oh for the love of Hermione said, this is getting out of hand. Malfoy, she addressed him in a firm voice and he looked at her disgustedly, a good impression of how Kreacher looks right before spewing hogwash about mudbloods addressing him.
Leave it Hermione, Harry tried to placate her by tugging on her arm lightly but this seemed to only anger her more and her lips pursed together so tightly they disappeared completely as she glared murder at Harry. She turned to Malfoy again.
Im going to tell you this because Harry has no backbone.
Harry hissed out a, what are you doing, shut up! but she continued on.
Harry fancies you.
Hermione!
Hes obsessed with you and cant shut up about it. To me. So Id really appreciate it if you could help him get it out of his system one way or another.
Oh god, Harry groaned wishing a meteorite would fall from the sky and obliterate him right there and then. How could Hermione do this to him? This was going to end up all over the papers and Harry would never be able to go out in public and face anyone ever again. He couldnt even look at Draco, instead fixing his eyes firmly on the stone floor beneath his shoes.
Now were even for the way youve been acting. She said, almost gently but still with an edge before she stalked off down the hall. Harry started to go after her but Dracos voice stopped him.
Hold it, Potter.
It was like being under the imperious curse and Harrys legs seemed to be glued to the spot. He could feel the panic crawling around his insides and tried to calm himself by repeating the same assuring word in his mind, deny deny DENY.
So, you fancy me do you?
Of course not. Thats what he tried to say but it came out as more of a squeak, a sound between a car horn and a banshee wail. When he glanced a look at Draco it was to see one of his malicious smirkings plastered on his face.
Well I cant say youre the first. Not to worry, you can join the others, Potter. You definitely wont be alone.
Was it possible to die of embarrassment? His face certainly felt hot enough to catch fire, maybe he would spontaneously combust and burn to death. Anything would be better than this. And he certainly was going to ignore that silly little bought of jealousy of other people looking at Draco, such an absurd thought didnt even dignify any attention.
Ill tell you what, Draco continued, taking a step closer which caused a stirring of emotions to run through Harry, since we have so much history together Ill help you out. Ill give you one night to work it out of your system, as Granger so elegantly put it.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Nope, that wasnt said either, that was another one of those banshee squeaking car horn noises, maybe with a dying rodent mixed in this time.
Meet me outside the Slytherin corridors at midnight, Draco purred.
Was Draco proposing what Harry thought he was proposing? Nah. Hes just fucking with his mind. So really, that little hope fluttering around in his heart was completely uncalled for.
Harry should have tried to say something, or done something. The bursting into flames was still sounding pretty good, but unfortunately all he could do was watch as Draco blew him a kiss blew him a kiss! then walked calmly down the hallway until he turned out of sight through a corridor.
***
Harry knew it was a trick. It had to be. Hed walk down there at midnight and be greeted by the entire Slytherin house throwing their heads back and laughing, or Rita Skeeter with a whole team of paparazzi, or... Draco naked and writhing underneath him. Er-no, probably not the last one. Draco hated Harry and there were so many things he could do with this knowledge. It would ruin him.
Harry completely refused to talk to Hermione, although she wasnt making much of an effort either. Ron ended up awkwardly trying to engage them in conversation throughout the day but gave up after dinner and settled for sulking with them in the common room. It gave Harry some time to get his thoughts organized.
Draco was being slightly more tolerable towards him and his friends. Hermione was off about him actually being nice, though, unless being nice meant sneering at Harry in the hallways slimly less than usual. Of course there was that potions incident a few weeks back, that is if Draco had really meant to fix his sleeping potion in the first place, but it did save a large portion of his grade.
The closer it got to midnight, the more Harry thought it would be okay to just go down and see for himself. Just a quick peek to see if Draco was serious or not. The only problem being that he was worried about taking his cloak or the map, afraid that if there was indeed reporters they would learn about them too, and that was not on. At the same time, he didnt think he could get out of the common room without his cloak, so that was definitely a frustrating cycle.
At eleven forty Harry decided to stop stalling and politely excused himself from his friends. He made a show of getting ready for bed Dean was the only one in the dorm room and mumbling the whole while about how exhausted he was.
But its Friday, no one goes to bed this early except for Neville. And not even Neville is in bed yet.
Harry merely shrugged and waited for Dean to head back down to join the others in the common room. He slipped on his shoes, feeling kind of weird about wearing them while in pajamas, and put on his baggiest, biggest hooded school robe to hide his features as best he could. He checked the Marauder's map to make sure he could get to the Slytherin dungeons without being caught and found; as long as he took the secret passage behind the gargoyles he would be fine. Draco was leaving the prefects bath so he figured he didnt have much time.
Harry heard the door being opened before he could throw his invisibility cloak on and turned to find Ron giving him a peculiar look.
Going somewhere? Ron said.
Harry panicked. To house broom head clear bed.
Mate, that wasnt a sentence. Are you sneaking off with someone? Ron frowned, looking pensive.
Harry squeaked and then without his permission his mouth decided to throw out, Malfoy before he could stop it.
Rons face, surprisingly, lit up. Well okay then. Im just gonna head down to see if Hermione has finished that essay for Charms.
If Harry had been a fainting man, he would have passed out on the spot. The last two words out of his mouth had been bed Malfoy and Ron hadnt even batted an eye. With Ron halfway back down the stairs to the common room Harry regained his wits and called him back.
Er- if anyone asks, I went to bed early, okay Ron?
Sure sure. Off you go then! Ron said pushing him towards the door while draping the invisibility cloak over his body.
***
A lot of weird things have happened in Harrys lifetime, especially to him, but that encounter with Ron was definitely top five. He mused over it as he walked down through the small spiral staircase behind the gargoyles, and emerged a turn away from the hallway that lead to the Slytherin common rooms. A quick peak around the edge showed that Draco was standing outside in his pajamas, a nervousness reflecting in his crossed arm posture. In the darkly lit hallway he seemed even more pale, his hair and skin almost glowing. He was like an eternal creature. Not that Harry thought such girly thoughts. Of course not.
So entranced was Harry that he didnt noticed the rushed set of footsteps behind him until he was forced at the last minute to dodge professor Snape as he rounded the corner. His robes bellowed out fantastically as he came to a stop in front of a very irritated looking Draco.
What are you doing out here? Snape hissed.
Harry saw the flash of a prefect badge, although Draco didnt say anything. All he could see was Snapes back so he wasnt sure what his reaction was, but after a brief moment of Draco sneering at the floor and Snape standing still as a statue, the greasy professor continued down the hallway, bellowing robes and all.
Harry snuck back around the corner and took off his invisibility cloak. If ever there was someone Draco would want to embarrass him by it would most likely be Snape. So maybe there was a small chance of Draco being serious about this whole affair after all. He thought back to what Hermione had told him about not living in fear of what the community thought of him and decided that, ever the Gryffindor, he would just have to be brave and confront Draco, consequences be damned.
Taking off his other cloak, he carefully wrapped his invisible one, making a tight bundle and keeping his wand in the middle for easy access should the Slytherin decide to hex him. Harry took a deep breath, channeled all his courage and stepped around the corner.
Potter, Draco greeted him with a nod, looking relieved. Come with me.
Well Harry certainly hoped so.
Blushing from his own thoughts, he followed Draco, past where he knew the Slytherin common rooms to be and down the hallway before they finally paused at a strange cracked section of wall between two pillars.
Grindylow, Draco whispered and the stonewall started to slid apart at the crack, grinding along the floor eerily loud. Draco staggered in and Harry followed before the wall could close on him as it was again grinding. He was standing inside a large sitting area with two expensive looking black chairs and a sofa to match. The floor was the same stone as the hallway, but a lush green oval rug covered a majority of the ground under the furniture. The walls were lined with bookshelves, statues, and paintings and there were enough books to keep Hermione happy for a year.
My private quarters. Draco said after a beat.
Harry was surprised; he wandered if Draco got the quarters because he was the seventh year prefect, or if his family had somehow paid for them. Probably the later, since Ron and Hermione didnt have their own rooms. Draco levitated a few logs into a fireplace on the west end of the room and cast Incendio.
Harry carefully laid down his bundle on one of the chairs, wand and invisibility cloak forgotten, and started to inspect the books. He had thought they would all be on dark magic, but surprisingly most of the titles were of common subjects like Herbology and Arithmancy. Before he got much of a chance to really look he was startled by the feel of a warm hand pulling his elbow and turned to see Draco smirking.
This way to the bedroom Harry, his voice was husky and low and Harrys body began to react right away. Partially in shock, he allowed himself to be led over to a heavy oak door with an elegant carving of the Slytherin house crest. Draco swung it open to reveal what looked to be his bedroom. One side of the room appeared to be a very large wardrobe with three enormous armoires against the wall, on the other side there was a king-sized bed with a canopy covered in black curtains and smooth, green satin sheets on the mattress. There was a duvet covered in silver fabric, folded on the end.
Draco elegantly slipped off his shoes and laid them down under one of the armoires, then stretched casually. Harrys eyes were instantly drawn to the sliver of skin that appeared and he licked his lips at the sight of delicious abs. Catching the look, Draco smirked and swaggered over, stopping not half a foot away from him and Harry could smell the vanilla soap he must have washed with and feel the warmth radiating off his body.
One night, Harry. Draco said before leaning the rest of the way in and pressing their lips together. There was a spark that shot through Harry at the first moment of contact, triggering arousal and need and sheer desperation from the simple touch. He grabbed Dracos hips and pulled him flush against his body, pressing harder into the kiss and ignored the little desperate noise that came from the back of his own throat. One night. One night to turn fantasies real.
He ran his tongue over Dracos lips and didnt waste anytime when they opened before sliding in. Draco tasted perfect and sweet and Harry relished gliding from one corner of his mouth to the other, to the roof, along all the teeth and then finally settling in to wrestle against Dracos own tongue. His hands found silken strains of hair, his body arched into the firm warmth pressed along his body. His cock started to swell and he could feel Dracos do the same against his thigh. One night. He deepened the kiss more, clashing their teeth and tongues, bruising their lips, dragging Draco closer, harder, rougher. One night.
One night.
Something snapped in Harrys mind and he stepped back, not even registering the sound of protest Draco made. He only had one night. One bloody night and he wasnt going to waste it with desperate kisses and rushed movements. This was his one night and he was going to take it slow, draw it out, make it count, worship Dracos perfect body like hed been wanting to for so long. Draco looked incredible, panting through swollen lips wet with saliva, dark eyes full of arousal and lust, messy blond locks falling into his gaze. It was an image he wanted to memorize, not rush through.
Something wrong? Dracos voice held no snark, no bite. Instead it sounded small and fragile and in a flash of memory Hermione was calling Draco insecure. Insecure. He could see it now, clear as glass.
No, he breathed out, everything is perfect. He moved back into Draco, pulling his body against his slowly this time, moving his hands gently to his shoulders and laying a whisper of a kiss on Dracos lips. He pushed him gently towards the bed and whispered in his ear, lie down.
Draco did, dragging himself back into the middle of the bed, onto the satin sheets, his body tense and movements jerky, uncertain. Nervousness radiated from him and Harry couldnt help but frown slightly. He didnt want to do this if Draco wasnt going to enjoy it.
He placed one knee on the green satin sheets and leaned over Draco tentatively.
Are you sure?
Dracos swallowed audibly, his adams apple bobbing up and down but nodded nonetheless. Harry twisted around just enough to pull off his shoes and socks before kneeling fully on the bed, supporting himself with his hands placed on either side of Dracos head.
He froze above him, looking down into the Slytherins worried face and a nervousness twittered in Harrys heart. Is this have you ever done this before?
Draco looked as if he was about to sneer but shook his head instead.
It was a shock, and yet not at all at the same time. Harry couldnt figure out if this meant more than just a quick shag to Draco or not, maybe giving up his virginity to Harry wasnt that big of a deal to him. But Harry had to be sure. Me neither. You still sure?
Stop asking that and get on with it, Potter, he said, a slight quiver in his voice.
There wasnt much else to do but carry on so he leaned down and kissed Draco softly on the lips. Then his nose, up his jawbone, on both cheeks, his forehead.
Youre beautiful, he whispered as his hands found the first button of Dracos pajama top. Harry didnt know whether it was okay to call a man beautiful, but to him Draco was and it escaped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Draco didnt seem to mind in the least, in fact his body instantly melted in Harrys hands.
The buttons on the blonds shirt came out easily enough, and for every inch of skin exposed Harry couldnt help but run his fingers over it. Touching Dracos skin was bliss, so soft and warm, smooth like touching the finest powder in the world. Under the pads of his hands he could feel first the chest muscles, then the stomach muscles twitching and hear the little hitches in Dracos breath when he ghosted over his nipples or sides. He never wanted to have to stop touching, to not be able to again would be absolute torture. One fucking night.
Last button undone and the shirt fell completely open, revealing Dracos entire wonderful chest and Harrys breathing sped up. Wordlessly, Draco sat up enough to shrug out of his shirt and Harry pulled his own off over his head, knocking his glasses away with it. When Draco trailed his delicate hand down his chest, Harrys breath caught and his skin burned pleasantly.
He needed to see all of Draco, to feel all of him and right now pajama bottoms were frustratingly thwarting him. Catching Dracos dark eyes he locked on with his own green ones while he ran his hands up the milky outer thighs, reaching the waistband of the bottoms and slipping his fingers just inside. A slight raise of Dracos hips gave his permission and slowly, teasingly slow Harry pulled down the silk fabric over Dracos marble skin. A shiver of arousal traveled down his spine and rested in his belly as he looked down at Draco, completely naked.
Beautiful, he whispered again before bending down and enjoying another long kiss, so passionate and firm, still with a desperate edge. He reveled in hearing and feeling Dracos moan in his own mouth, his fingers in his hair.
He felt overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. He broke away and kissed Dracos eyelids, just under his ear, down his neck, under his chin. He wrapped his fingers around Dracos left wrist and brought up the delicate hand to lay a kiss in the palm, on the tips of each finger, on the knuckles, the back of the hand, over the pulse point in the wrist. The hand slipped into Harrys hair as he continued his feather light kisses on the inside of his arm.
When he reached the shoulder he didnt even pause before continuing down the hitching chest, feeling Dracos hands slip away from his dark hair as he moved down, down, down, kissing ever little indent between the muscles in Dracos abs. A small sheen of sweat now glistened over the ivory skin and its salty taste teased Harry's lips and tongue as he continued to his hips, dipping his tongue in the indent of his pelvis, first one side then the other. Draco arched when he neared his cock but Harry continued peppering kisses down, skipping over it for now, down his inner thighs, a kiss in the indent of his knee then down his calf, to the arches in his feet. He worked his way back up and when he came into Dracos reach he was pulled down by the back of his neck for another languid kiss, a whimper escaped when Draco sucked his tongue and nibbled on his bottom lip.
I didnt think youd be so gentle, Draco whispered into his lips.
Does that bother you?
No. Draco arched into him, dont stop.
Harry kissed his neck, nibbling and licking down and lavishing his collarbone with his tongue. He found a perked nipple and slipped it between his teeth, dragging his tongue over and relishing the moan he caused. He was loosing himself, slipping away into a world of bliss. Draco was bliss.
He drew back and looked at Dracos face. Hed never forget the way his mercury gray eyes looked, so dark and just for him. God Draco...
Draco moaned and dragged him down for a hard kiss, then another and another. Soft, pale hands traveled all over his back and sides and it was wonderful, so wonderful. He wanted to make Draco feel as good as possible, to cherish everything about him.
Harry nibbled on his ear and whispered, turn over.
Dracos body tensed slightly. Not like-- I wanted to do... but his voice trailed off and he didnt finish.
Harry kissed his lips and tried to encourage him with a slight tug at his shoulder. Reluctantly, the blond relented and turned over to lie on his belly.
Nuzzling his nose into the hair just above Dracos neck, Harry began to squeeze pale shoulders, gently working the muscles. His hands continued down, firm touches working their way between hard knots of muscles, rubbing between shoulder blades and down Dracos spine. He memorized the places that drew gasps and moans and gave them extra attention, rolling flesh between his fingers. He braved his hands to move south until they were working Dracos lower back, then the perfect globs of his arse.
When Draco moaned and pushed back against his hands, Harrys cock gave a twitch and he could feel a drop of precome rolling down his thigh. Looking down at the perfect arse and remembering the book Hermione had given him, he had an urge to try out some of his new knowledge with Draco. He repositioned himself between the blonds spreading legs and continued to massage the pale globs underneath his hands as he leaned forward. His tongue darted out just as he spread the cheeks with his thumbs.
Oh! Draco bucked underneath as Harrys tongue traced around the wrinkled pucker. Nugh- ah- Merlin- Harry.
Hearing Draco say name in such a breathless voice sent pleasant shivers up and down his spine and he couldnt help but smile as his tongue continued to circle, the hole twitching and opening up under his ministrations. He drove his tongue in and Draco started moaning monosyllable words, pushing back into Harrys tongue as it dove in and out, fucking Dracos hole. He swept his tongue around in a circle then wriggling it up and down, learning what actions caused Draco to whimper and moan and gasp. He had wondered if doing this wouldnt be pleasant, but rimming Draco was incredibly erotic and he relished the taste and feel of licking around inside of him, having his tongue being sucked in as it thrust around.
Please- ngh- Harry please-- please -- auh please more.
Music to Harrys ears.
He took pity on Draco when the blond started to hump the mattress desperately and pulled back to admire the wet hole, quivering open and shut, then lay a kiss on his lower back.
Do you have anything we could use as lube? He whispered into Dracos ear before nibbling his earlobe and earning a whimper.
Top...dr... drawer... Draco panted and Harry felt a swell of pride that he had reduced the Slytherin Prince to a panting, writhing mess spread out on his own satin sheets.
After one more kiss to the back of Dracos neck Harry turned to the night table and started to rummage around the top drawer until he found a small bottle of oily liquid. He recognized the bottle to be the same kind that Draco used in potions class and quirked an eyebrow as he pulled out the stopper, looking over at the blond. He seemed to have regained enough of his composure to pant out, Made it... in potions... right under Snapes nose.
Harry laughed as he pulled out a pillow from underneath Draco and told him to turn once again to lie on his back. He did gracefully, and Harry couldnt help but admire how entrancing the firm muscles moved under the silken skin. Just as Harry was tucking the pillow under his hips Draco pulled him down into a searing kiss, carding his fingers through Harrys dark hair. The bottle tipped in his hand and spilled down his arm but he couldnt be arsed to care because he was too preoccupied by Dracos whimpering as he traced his tongue over Harrys and curled long, elegant fingers in his dark hair.
Unstoppering the bottle one handed while being kissed so deliciously was difficult, but somehow he eventually managed. He coded the spilled liquid on his fingers as best he could, never breaking the kiss, and moved his hands down Dracos chest, over his inner thigh and nestled right inbetween that perfect arse, gently easing one finger in. Swallowing Dracos groan in his mouth, he moved the finger around, stretching before adding another and scissoring. Draco was tight and hot, his insides smooth like the satin sheets and Harry wanted nothing more than to dive into that heat with his cock and make Draco scream in ecstasy. He worked a third finger in, twisting and stretching until Draco was impaling himself on Harrys fingers and making little humph noises into his mouth.
He pulled out slowly, grinning when the blond bucked while whispering, dont stop Harry, more... more.
Harry curled his fingers around Dracos warm, thick cock and gave it three hard strokes, eliciting a hissed yes before pulling back and searching the sheets for the bottle of lubrication. He touched cold glass and dragged it towards him, opening it and spilling out a generous amount before tossing it aside again. Draco watched as he coded himself, slipping the oil up and down his shaft a few times and Harry shivered in anticipation of what was next.
His body was repositioned between Dracos legs, holding the head of his cock right in front of the other boys arse and leaned over, silently asking for permission. Draco bent his leg and hooked it onto Harrys hip.
Harry. His eyes were burning Harry with the passion they held. Keeping the eye contact he slowly, as slow as he could bare, pushed into the hot heat and tightness. Inch by inch, farther into Draco until he was completely surrounded, watching the pleasured mixed with pain look on Dracos face.
Shit, he mumbled, staying still was a fucking challenge; he wanted to slam into that heat again and again. But he didnt want to hurt Draco so he waited until he felt the blond push up.
Still he hesitated, not sure how long it would take for Draco to get used to new sensation. Are you... does it hurt?
No, move. A pale hand pulled him down for a kiss. He swept his tongue inside as he started to barely move back and forth, pulling out and pushing in a little harder each time. It felt so amazing, so wonderful, so fucking good.
He pulled back and started to thrust harder. Fuck Draco, youre tight. You feel so incredible.
Draco whimpered.
He pounded harder, completely overcome by how good the sensation was. Draco started to lift his hips in time with Harrys thrusts, driving him deeper and deeper into the warmth. After a while a rhythm was found, Draco matching him thrust for thrust and Harry had never felt so amazing in all his life, so connected with another person so intimately. It was perfection feeling the tight muscles clamp around him, the friction wrapped around his cock. When he shifted down slightly Draco threw back his head and screamed and Harry knew he had found his prostrate. His arms snaked around and pulled Draco close, tucking his head into the side of the pale neck and he sucked on the skin there, fucking marking Draco.
Draco was making loud moans every time he trust in, touching that spot he knew to cause so much pleasure. Harry could feel himself being pushed close to the edge as his balls started to tighten and his mind fogged. He snaked his hand inbetween their bodies and found Dracos cock, giving it two strokes before Draco threw his head back screaming, going completely rigid. Harrys cock was squeezed tighter as hot wetness pulsed over his hands between them.
It was enough to send Harry over the edge, his thrusts became erratic, he slammed in deep and fell into sweet bliss as his orgasm was ripped out of his cock, coming and filling Draco in the most intense moment of his life. Heaven, Nirvana, paradise... he had found them all in that one moment with Draco.
Harry collapsed completely on top, too week and boneless to do anything but draw ragged, panting breaths into his lungs and bask in the afterglow of post orgasm. He could hear Dracos heart beating rapidly under his ear. Euphoria was coursing through every inch of his body, humming pleasantly. He never ever wanted this moment to end.
Then reality started to come down along with his heartbeat. In only a matter of moments Draco would be pushing him off, kicking him out. Worse, he would go back to sneering and insulting and Harry didnt want to face any of it.
He pulled Draco closer to him, nuzzling the blonds neck with his nose and trying to memorize his smell. His fingers stroked the skin they could comfortably find, learning the softness and warmth while he still could. His lips kissed the mark he had left close to Dracos collarbone, one last taste.
But all too soon his one night was up and Draco was firmly pushing at his shoulders.
Sorry, Harry mumbled, rolling off to lie on his side, still looking down at Draco and trying to memorize every little detail he could. This would be the only time in his entire life where he was allowed to look, where he wouldnt be a horrible pervert. Draco was lying on his back, still panting and sweating, looking like the definition of thoroughly shagged.
Blindly, Draco reached underneath his pillow and cast two cleaning spells before tossing his wand onto the night table.
When Dracos silver eyes finally opened Harrys breath hitched. They were intense, like a liquid storm cloud. The gaze was too much, too intense and Harry felt completely unworthy.
Do you want should I go? Saying the words caused his chest to clench.
But the next word out of Dracos mouth repaired it in an instant.
Stay.
Hardly a whisper, but it echoed loudly in his head all the same.
He pulled Draco against him, smiling with happiness and fell asleep. He couldnt help but think how perfectly their bodies seemed to fit together.
***
There was something warm and gentle massaging Harrys scalp, combing through his hair.
Mhmmm... that was definitely nice to wake up to. He felt so warm and content, surrounded by such a pleasant smell, a vanilla on top of a woodsy scent with an underlining presence of citrus.
Harrys eyes snapped open right as he was assaulted with memories of last night. He was holding onto Draco, arms around a pale torso and head resting on his shoulder. Dracos hand was in his dark hair, petting him softly.
Do you know... Dracos voice sounded from above and Harry tensed, trying to prepare himself for whatever possible cruelty he was about to endure. Do you know how hard it is to cast a Notice-Me spell at a long distance from your target while on a broom?
That was definitely something Harry wasnt expecting.
What? he said, his voice hoarse.
Ive been doing some thinking and Ive come to a conclusion. The fingers disappeared but were replaced with a sweet and gentle kiss to his temple. Malfoys always get what they want, and they always want the best. Youre obviously the best lover, so Im claiming you as mine.
Harry moved back to look at Dracos face, searchingly. Surely Draco was only joking, a cruel joke. He couldnt want Harry, could he? His facial expression did look sincere... but even so, would he still want Harry if he knew how much of a pervert he was?
Er- I have something I need to tell you, he mumbled, tucking his face back into the protection of Dracos neck.
This isnt the part when your Gryffindor conscious confesses youve watched me in the shower, is it?
Harrys body went completely stiff. Oh. So you noticed that.
Of course I did, Draco said, with a very entertained tone of voice. I saw you standing in front of me, touching yourself and it was the biggest turn on I could have ever imagined. Harry Bloody Potter was touching himself because of me.
Harry sat up, breaking the embrace and looking back down at Draco. What?
Draco laughed, apparently very amused. Come here, he said, dragging Harry back into an embrace. After that I started my carefully planned seduction.
What?
Draco laughed again, squeezing Harry around the torso. Youve got to stop saying that or Ill start to worry that my lover has hearing problems.
Lover?
Lover?
Before he knew what was happening, Draco was turning them, rolling on top of Harry.
Yes and its my turn to top.
Well. Harry was certainly happy with that.
~Fin
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