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When Death Calls (Complete)	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Its funny really, I think I’ve know along that it would come down to this, that it would all hinge on my sacrifice. Bred for slaughter right? The utter madness that has been my life, the constant year to year, day to day, has all been screaming towards this.
My fingers trail gingerly overly the slippery silver of the penseive, oddly enough their not trembling but unearthly steady. Snape’s memories swirl in my mind, tugging me towards the end, I know I have to finish this now…before anyone else dies.
And yet…
I find my breath coming in quick puffs beating with the speed of my heart, as I grasp the Marauder's map, drawing it like a life line from my pocket. With a tap of my wand and the whispered promise of mischief it bleeds its black ink, brimming with sudden life. My eyes find Ron and Hermione, sitting side by side on a staircase, waiting for me…I wonder if they've figured it out yet. I really wouldn't be surprised if she has, always one step ahead. I let my fingers gently touch their names, my thoughts flitting back through our years together here. It all went too fast, over too soon. They will will miss me, mourn me, hopefully never forget me, but they'll have each other and life will go on for them...hopefully better than it has been lately.
My heart lurches and a faint tremor starts in a solitary finger as if I simply cannot keep it contained any longer. I let my gaze rove over the map, taking in all the names, all the people around me fighting for life, and then I see it, see him.
He’s not far from here, in an alcove all alone, his name is perfectly still on the parchment and I can see him so clearly in mind – white blond hair falling in singed waves over his eyes, hands dusted black from the fire gripping his knees, red lips pressed tight in a thin line, eyes narrowed and whirling with the thoughts pounding through his very veins.
My breath catches in my throat before releasing into the silent room on a long hiss. The tremor in my finger spreads to overtake my entire hand and I can hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears. So many chances wasted, and now its too late. He'll never know. I wonder if he'll be sad when they find my body or will it just be another cruel twist of the fates and he won't give a damn? All those years fighting...
Suddenly I find myself out the door, my feet quickening with every step, my eyes glued to his name. I’m don’t know exactly what I’m planning on doing all I know is I have to see him once more before I…
Call it a dying wish.
That thought causes a hitch in my step as I round the corner, mere feet from him now. There’s a perfectly logical part of me that knows that I shouldn’t be wasting my time seeking him out, that it's completely and utterly selfish of me not to be heading as quickly as I can to the Forbidden Forest…that this should be the furthest thing from my dying wish.
But I can’t stop, there’s something pulling me towards him, my breathing coming with more difficultly as I shove the map back in my pocket and come to a skidding halt before him.
He looks exactly like I imagined and my heart stops beating for a long moment as his eyes, dulled with all he’s seen this past year, jerk up to meet mine. We stare at each other for I have no idea how long. My throat having gone suddenly dry, all coherent thoughts having fled from my brain – leaving me standing before him mute and dumb and completely unsure what I came here to do exactly…
“Potter…?” Draco Malfoy drawls out, his eyes full of questions and unease.
His voice, so silky and coarse at the same time, brings the reality of my situation crashing back into me and I snap my mouth shut, which had been apparently hanging open... My eyes drop to his mouth, his red lips half formed around a question and suddenly I know why I came. I know why I ran through the castle, ignoring all the people on the way, I know why I had to find him with every ounce of my being.
He’s probably going to punch me for it.
But I really could care less now, I mean I’m about to die so does it really matter if I make an utter fool of myself? I feel my entire body light with a burning fire at the very thought of finally touching him, tasting him…
I realize that I’ve been silently staring at him for much to long now and he’s shifting awkwardly against the stone wall. I take a step towards him, my hand reaching out for him of its own will and…he flinches, his gaze snapping to my hand and back to my face. Does he think I’m going to hurt him?
My movements halt in a sudden jerking motion and I give him a small nervous smile. “Er…” I start oh so eloquently, my eyes catching sight of a classroom door just down the corridor. “Will you come with me?” My voice cracks slightly much to my dismay and I want nothing more than to look away from his piercing gaze but I don’t give in. Gryffindor courage right?
“Why?” Draco demands, eyeing me suspiciously now.
I feel my lips twitch up into another smile at his expression, the same one he’s given to me so many times I’ve lost count. My heart skips a beat and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from attacking him.
Apparently now that I’ve given myself permission to act on the feelings I’ve been secretly harboring its going to be hard to contain myself.
I manage to roll my eyes instead, and start off towards the classroom. “Just come on.” I mutter, waving my hand in hopes to get him moving. I don't have long and I do not want to spend my last moments arguing with him to follow me. I suppose if he doesn’t I COULD just jump him the hall…
But thankfully I hear him slowly get to his feet and my ears pick up every little sound as he makes his way reluctantly behind me, his feet shuffling across the stone as if he’s going to his death.
Ironic really.
I push the door open to the thankfully empty classroom, I suppose most people are huddled together in the Great Hall or in the courtyard. I know that’s where I SHOULD be spending my last moments but...
He stops in the doorway and I can feel his gaze boring holes into the back of my head and I suddenly find myself unsure once again where to go from here. How exactly do you tell your school enemy that you find them unbelievably attractive and want them? I mean I suppose I could just up say, “Hey Draco seeing as I’m about to die I was wondering if maybe you could just snog me for a bit? You know just a little pick me up before taking the long dirt nap?”
Instead I turn around, fix him with a stern stare and say, “well come in and shut the bloody door.” Maybe I should be nicer…
He doesn’t comply right away and when he finally does click the door softly shut it’s with a muttered exasperation that I can’t quite make out under his breath. “What do you want Potter?” He demands as he takes a few steps into the room, not many mind you, he seems keen on keeping his distance from me. A bit unnecessary in my opinion, I mean I did just save his bleeding life!
But then again when have we ever gone off alone to have a friendly little chat?
“Shouldn’t you be off with your little friends planning some miraculous ploy to save the world at just the last second?” He snarls. But its off, his voice doesn’t hold the same disdain it used to, instead he just sounds…tired.
"Already have." I reply cheekily, bouncing a little on my heels. I don't know what possessed to me to say that, I mean its not entirely untrue but judging by the glare he's sending me he did not find my answer amusing. Quite the opposite actually. The snarl is twitching menacingly on his lips and I can just make out his fingers curling violently against his thigh. Its always been all to easy to set each other off but I'm not completely sure why I'm trying to antagonize him now of all times. Maybe to see his eyes spark once more?
"Have you then?" His drawl is back in full force and I try to remember to breathe regularly. There's something about the way he speaks that gets under my skin, it courses through me like hot lead and I have to bite my tongue to keep myself grounded. "And what...you just thought that instead of running off and playing the hero as quick as you could, that you'd track me down and drag me off - "
"I didn't drag you off." I mutter just loud enough for him to hear me as I feel my face flush red.
He waves a hand in the air, dismissing my interruption. "Call it what you will, the real question is what the hell are you doing here with me Potter?" His eyes hold mine in a deadlock. "Does your little plan involve the use of a Death Eater as a bargaining chip? Because if that is the case, I'm dearly sorry to inform you that I have no value and all I'll prove to be is another dead body you'll have to step over to kill Him." His tone is so utterly emotionless that I feel my heart plummet at the causal mention of his impending death.
"No...I..." I stammer out, my teeth sinking deeply into my bottom lip until I taste the coppery tang of blood.
"No?" He shakes his head, his singed hair a curling mess in his face that he doesn't bother shoving away. "Come to finish the job then? Regretting saving my life already? What...are you going to set fire to the classroom and lock me in? Wait outside and listen as the flames devour me?" His cold and detached emotions are rolling off him like a tilde wave now, engulfing me in its sinking dread. I've never heard him talk like this, as if all hope is gone and the only option for his life is to die. And it hits me hard across the face when I realize that he seems to think that that IS the only outcome left.
"Don't be so bloody stupid, of course not!" I shout, anger suddenly rising in my veins. He can't give up! He never gives up, he is annoyingly cocky about his position in life no matter how bad it actually is! I can't walk to my death knowing that he...
Oh god...
Draco lets out a cruel laugh that seems to rip itself from his throat. "Right. How could I forget? Always the noble hero."
"Just shut up." I snap and he raises one eyebrow slowly, as if he's bored and done with this conversation. I want to strangle him. To wrap my hands around his slender white throat and cut off his oxygen until he fights back, until his eyes come back to life and he looks at me with fire instead of this frigid detach that is eating away at my soul.
"So what is it then? Why are we here?" He asks again, his voice dropping away back into pure exhaustion as he folds his long arms over his chest.
This is not how I wanted it to go, although really this is exactly how I should have suspected it would turn out. When have we ever been civil to each other for long? There has always been a maddening pulse driving us to extremes beneath our every encounter. Why should now be any different? Why should the fact that I'm about to die and the knowledge that Draco no longer has any expectations on life change anything? Even though I know this, know that its stupid of me to think we should be able to be anything other than at each others throats, I can't help but feel disappointed and angry about it. Angry at him for giving up, because really he's barely even fighting me. He's just...cold.
“You could be civil this once.” I find myself muttering as I narrow my eyes.
He smirks at me and brushes a hand through his thoroughly mused hair. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it so completely disheveled…I like it and I feel my hand twitch at my side, wanting to desperately run it through his silver locks for him. Of course I shouldn't be thinking that, I'm angry at him remember?
“And why would I want to be civil to you Potter?” He advances on me slowly, a slight flame taking light in his steely blue eyes, causing my breath to hitch. He drops his voice an octave as he nears and I find my feet steeping back from him of their own accord. “Especially when you have MY wand currently sticking out of your pocket.”
My eyes glance down to my trousers quickly where his wand is indeed peaking out. I let a smile spread across my face as I look back up at him, glad to find us back on familiar ground, as if it's any old argument and the world isn't going down in flames around us. “Oh you mean my wand?” I reply, his eyes narrowing, his fingers dropping to run across the top of a desk as he rounds it, drawing ever closer to me as I continue to slowly back away from him. This is better. This I know, I know the look that's overtaking his handsomely carved face, know just how he'll tilt his head so very slightly to the side before he bites the tip of his tongue...
He looks like he’s going to pounce me and I have to force myself to swallow around the lump forming in my throat. Dear god he’s hot.
“No Potter, I mean my wand. Give it back to me. Now.” There’s a growing danger in his eyes and I find my feet stumbling as I bump into a desk, my hands reaching behind me to steady myself.
“No,” I reply, smirking.
“No?” Draco glares, his lip turning up into a snarl.
“That’s right no.” I say, reaching down and letting my fingers run over the exposed length. I know that shouldn’t feel as good as it does but there's something utterly erotic about having him staring at me like he’s going to kill me as I slide my fingers over the tool of his power. “I won it, it’s mine now.”
Although considering I don’t really have a need for a wand anymore, you know with the whole about to die thing, I could just very well give it back to him. But god do I love it when he looks at me like this with the heat simmering off him like a tangible force.
“Don’t tempt me Potter.” He spits with a flash in his eyes that smacks of terror and pain.
I immediately regret bringing up taking his wand from him, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that his time at the Manor this year held untold horrors for him. The image of his face when we confronted them there has haunted my dreams ever since. How different things might have turned out if I had had the courage to try and take him with us when we escaped like I wanted to...
But then he’s lunging and I shake out of my stupor as his hand snatches my wrist and pulls me sharply forward, his other hand reaching for his wand in my trousers. I hiss out a breath at the contact of his fingers wrapped so snugly around my skin and I can’t stop myself.
It’s my dying wish remember, and I want, I need to taste him.
So just before his hand reaches my hip, I leap forward the rest of the way, pressing my body full into his, my free hand clutching the back of his neck as I press my mouth to his in a desperate kiss. I know it's cliche but it felt as if time really did stop then. I felt the hair at the nap of his neck, silky and soft as my once more trembling fingers slid through them, gripping his cool flesh, holding him to me. I could feel his heart beat fast against mine, feel the hard lines of his to slim body, his lips so incredibly soft. The overwhelming feel and taste of him flooded my senses to the point of breaking, cascading down through me till I felt as if I was falling and burning and so very alive all in one insanely intense moment.
And then...
He lets out a gasp, his feet stumbling backwards and I loose my hold on him as he nearly topples to the floor before catching himself on the corner of a desk. I to want cry out from the loss of him. My skin feels like it's on fire from the brief but rough contact and I can’t stop myself from letting my tongue slip out and run over my bottom lip, drawing out the taste of him.
My entire body craves with a desperate longing to kiss him again but his wide eyed stare keeps me rooted to my spot. He looks completely crazed, his chest heaving with each breath, his mouth red and wet, hanging slightly open. His hand clutches the desk so hard his knuckles are turning white as if it’s the only thing keeping him standing.
And I know this is the part he snaps out of his daze and punches me or curses me or maybe even kills me. I can see his mind racing as he gulps in breath and I tell myself to wait. To let him respond as he will but as I said…I’m not completely in control of myself any longer and that brief but amazing kiss has my head spinning – completely snapping any restraint I may have still possessed.
“Draco,” I breathe out, taking a step towards him.
And as if his name breaking the silence was all he needed to sort out his thoughts and let them fall into a responsive action, he’s moving towards me as well, his arm raising and I brace myself to feel the blinding sting of a punch. And even though I know the inevitable pain is coming I can't seem to stop my feet from scrambling towards him as if I simply need to move, to accept his hatred.
Or maybe I just want to try and kiss him again before I black out from the beating.
But then our bodies collide together and the expected pain doesn’t come, instead his arm is circling around my back crushing me to him as his other hand fits into my hair in a fist as our lips crash together. I groan as I pull at his shoulders, trying to drag myself even closer to him as he does the same, our bodies bending into each other as my mouth gasps open and his tongue plunges in. Our mouths battle in an almost painful and yet completely perfect dance, his hands burning my skin through my clothes wherever he touches me - with rough push and pulls - my mind skips and freezes, spinning and plunging with dueling thoughts that are desperately trying to get my attention.
I push them aside.
Because I do not want to think on them just now. I don't want to wonder and worry over the 'why' Draco is kissing me back like he's just as desperate for me as I am for him. I ignore the nagging thoughts and let him pull me over the edge, my hands slipping into his hair to grasp the smooth locks as he tilts my head to deepen the kiss. I hear myself moan, a soft almost whining sound that gets lost and muffled in his mouth as he explores every inch of mine with his tongue. His hand travels down to the small of my back, his fingers spreading flat in order to push my hips flush against his. Whimpering at the sudden contact, I shift my leg just slightly so my ankle is hooked around the back of his drawing ever closer in a frantic movement that sends a jolt of pain which is quickly followed by a mind numbing pleasure that courses through me as I realize that he's just as hard as I am.
I grip him tighter, my finger nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders and back as I thrust against him, unable to stop myself. He groans as he breaks the kiss, allowing us to gulp in some much needed air, his lips immediately attacking my neck with long sweeps of his tongue and bruising suction. My head falls back, allowing him more access as he trails along my jaw and down my throat, his hips keeping a steady brutal rhythm grinding against mine. Its utterly perfect but not enough. My entire body is soaring and my eyes focus and unfocus on the ceiling as we press together, my chest heaving, my throat gasping out in unbelievable pleasure in a nearly constant stream of whimpers and moans.
I probably should be embarrassed about that but I really just don't give a fuck at the moment.
My hands fist in his hair once more as I tug him back up into another hungry kiss. And then he's groaning again and I need more, need to feel his skin against mine. Pulling back just enough to get my hands between us, I tug at his shirt, my fingers slipping over the small buttons and with a muffled curse of frustration I feel the fabric rip, the buttons flying off, and then my hands are finally on him. He stops kissing me, much to my dismay, as he leans his forehead against mine, watching me as I slide my fingers up his chest - taking in every indentation and scar, my fingers buzzing from the contact. Pushing the obtrusive material off his shoulders I let it fall to the ground as I lean down to place an open mouthed kiss against his breast.
I can hear his labored breathing as I run my mouth along his burning skin, my fingers splayed across his sides. My teeth sink into his shoulder, my hips pressing up against his once again. He hisses, the sound lighting in my stomach, and then he's tugging at my own clothes. My jacket falls to the ground, quickly followed by my shirt that he yanks up over my head. I stumble from the sudden rough movement but then he's catching me back up in his arms, his mouth finding mine once more as our exposed chests collide and rub in blissful agony.
Suddenly I feel cool stone smashing into my back and I vaguely realize that Draco is pushing me up against the wall, pinning me there with his body. Its a maddening contrast, the cold of the stone and fiery heat of his body as he presses into me, my back scrapping against the uneven surface. My head falls back with a thunk as he latches onto my neck once more.
"Oh god, Draco..." I groan, my hands finding his hips, desperate for more friction between us. I buck into him, my crotch painfully tight in my trouser and my mind is buzzing with funny blurred spikes of desperation as my fingers dip below the waist of his pants. I have to feel him, all of him, and I know my time is running out...
With that realization in mind, my hands move frantically to his belt, fumbling briefly over the clasp as I struggle to maintain any sort of control as his hands continue to roam freely all over me, his mouth sucking and lapping at my collarbone. Finally I tug it free and his hips snap against mine, pressing hard and drawing out a deep moan from my throat. I feel him smile against my skin, his fingers tracing down my sides in a feather light touch that leaves me trembling.
"Fuck," I gasp, closing my eyes tightly for a moment as I work to calm myself and still the tremor in my hands.
But Draco has other plans and no sooner has his hands left my sides then their cupping my face dragging my lips back to his, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip and sucking teasingly on my tongue. He hums into my mouth just as I manage to pop the button on his trousers open and after dragging the zipper down I immediately plunge my hand inside, my fingers wrapping around his warm hard length. He feels amazing and I find myself growing harder, if that's even possible, as I hold him in my palm.
He stops breathing, his head falling to press into my shoulder as my fingers move up his shaft, feeling every inch I can reach. "Oh shit..." Draco moans breathlessly, his hands bracing himself against the wall above my head. I tear my eyes away from the sight of the head of his cock straining out of his pants to his face. His jaw his tense, his eyes shut tight, bottom lip caught between his teeth and I can't help but lean up and brush a kiss to the corner of his mouth as my free hand works at pushing his pants and boxers completely off his hips.
And then his eyes are open and he's staring into me, his mouth open and panting, inches from my own. I'm completely caught in his gaze, the deep blue awash with passionate lust and something else I can't put my finger on. Everything seems to slow to a miniscule crawl as his eyes bore into me and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, feel the pulse of my blood pumping in my veins, the heavy weight of his cock clasped in my hand as I tug on it.
My heart swells and skips, my breath help prisoner in my throat. His pants finally fall to the floor around his ankles and he presses back into me, thrusting up into my hand and suddenly I'm completely naked as well. Although I can't remember him actually doing anything to make them sag around my feet, then again, I can't seem to comprehend anything behind his smoldering eyes, the drag of his breath against my mouth, and his hard flesh that I'm pumping a bit frantically at the moment.
"Ahhh...fuck, Draco," I cry out as his hand wraps around me, sliding up and down in a rhythm that is driving me mad. Our cocks press together as he moves to encase his shaft along with mine in his grasp, and the contact is so intense and feels so good I have to concentrate with all my might not to explode. I press my fingers around us as well, my nails digging into his knuckles, pumping with him.
"Harry...yes..." His voice is strained, mixed with little moans, as he breathes my name and I nearly loose it again at hearing it fall from his lips.
He's perfect, the feel of him is more than I could have ever imagined, and when he crashes back into me for another brutal kiss I feel the last tiny shred of restraint slip away from me. And so when he pulls away for air, his head dropping once more to my shoulder as he pumps us together, the words fall from my mouth unaided and filled with urgency. "Draco, fuck me."
His entire body tenses for a brief moment, his hand stilling, the classroom suddenly horribly quiet. I feel his head lift and I quickly turn away, fixing my sight on a desk in the far corner, unable to meet his gaze for some reason. Embarrassment maybe? Fear of rejection? I'm not completely sure all I know is I can feel his eyes roaming my face, as if he's trying to pull an explanation from my very soul.
"Harry," He speaks so softly and yet somehow still manages to sound demanding. "Look at me." I shake my head, biting my lip. His fingers dig into my jaw as he forcibly turns my face back to his but I refuse to meet his eyes, instead I keep them locked on his mouth - so red and swollen and utterly beautiful. "Tell me why." He whispers, his lips dropping to graze across my cheek as he keeps my face tight in his grasp.
Tell him why...
Sounds so simple but like everything between us its not, it's such a loaded question that I can barely even work it out for myself. I can't bring myself to tell him how much I...
No I can't do that.
On an immediate level I know why I want him to fuck me, I want to feel him completely inside and out. I want to walk to my death with the pain and ache of the memory of him inside me. I want to carry that with me to my last moments, as if he's there with me. But I can't tell him that either. I'm silent for a long moment before I finally let my eyes flicker up to meet his with renewed determination. "You didn't tell Bellatrix it was me." I say simply. I feel my heart in my throat as he stares confusedly down at me.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Its everything." I reply quietly, because when it comes down to it, it really is. Despite our tremulous relationship, despite everything we've done to each other, Draco saved me at the Manor and I saved him from the fire. He didn't have to, probably would have gone better for his family if he hadn't but...instead he had knelt before me, staring into me, seeing me, knowing me, and shaking with fear for me. He's staring at me now, much like he did then, and I drop my guard, letting him see the emotions that I've hidden deep within me. Begging him to understand without my having to outright and say it.
Finally he nods, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me up into a delirious kiss. I somehow manage to kick my shoes and trousers off and am vaguely aware of him doing the same as we stumble slightly, my back crashing into the wall a few times before we're both finally rid of all our garments. Its the most dizzily amazing experience, being completely naked against him. Pulling away from his kiss, I smirk up at him as I slide down the wall and fall to my knees. He watches me steadily with a small groan as I take him in my hand again, my fingers wrapped around the thick base.
"Shit, your so hot." I breath against his flesh before running my tongue flat up his entire length, swirling my tongue around the head and lapping up the salty pre-cum. "Mhhmmm." God he tastes good.
Shifting my gaze up to meet his, I watch him as I take his cock into my mouth. Its a bit awkward at first as I try to find a good way to work my mouth and tongue around him, but he's moaning, his hands fitting into my hair and it feels so bloody amazing, him slipping in and out of my lips. I can't help but moan around his shaft as I finally find a good pace and I reach down, taking my penis in my own hand and stroking it softly. I can feel him straining not to move, probably for my comfort, but the longer he's in mouth the more I crave him as if it's only fueling my lust, so I reach up and grip his hip - tugging on him as I stare up at him, trying to convey that I want him to move, to be rough and demanding.
His grip in my hair tightens and he curses, his hips thrusting forward, forcing himself deep into my mouth, tickling my throat and I have to fight around the urge to gag. Buts its perfect and I hum around him, letting him know how much I love it.
"Ahhh Fuck!" He cries as he thrusts in and out, my hand matching his rhythm on my own cock. But this is not how I want us to finish, so when I feel myself nearing the point of release I drop my hand and pull back from him, placing one last kiss on his slick head.
He groans out in protest.
I smile at him as I get up, wiping the saliva from my mouth with the back of my hand. I'm barely back on my feet before he's pushing me back into the wall, his mouth on mine - his tongue taking long sweeps and twisting around my own. His nails dig into my thighs as he lifts me up, my legs eagerly wrapping around his hips.
I can feel the head of his cock brush against my hole and I arch into him, desperate for him to fill me, my fingers clawing at his back. "Oh god Draco...please...fuck me now."
He licks his lips as he looks at me. "Are you sure?" He asks and I nod but there's a look of apprehension flickering behind his lust fueled eyes. "I've never...I don't have...it might hurt...?" He stutters out, his cheeks a delightful pink.
I rub up against him, shivering from the wonderful friction of his abdomen on my dick, and press down quickly - trying to wiggle my way onto him. "It's okay, I want the pain." I whisper into his ear as I wrap my arms around his neck, folding myself completely around him.
He turns his head and looks at me with mild confusion for moment. "What?"
Closing the small distance between our lips, I kiss him deeply, letting my hands run the length of his taunt shoulders. "Shut up and fuck me." I don't know when I became so wanton and blatant, but my time is ticking to an end and there's no point in skirting around what I want anymore. "I need you." I bite into his lower lip as I reach under myself, grasping at his cock and pressing the tip firmly against me.
"Damn it Harry," he grinds out, his eyes screwing shut for a brief moment. I watch him struggle to control his breathing and then he's pushing up into me, his fingers bruising my hips as he slips past the ring of muscles clenching around him.
"Ahhhhh...oh shit...holy hell!" I press my face into the crook of his neck as a blinding, searing pain overtakes my body, my teeth sinking into the sensitive skin beneath me. I feel him falter, can tell he's about to stop and pull out, about to ask if I'm okay. So before he can even begin to I hook my ankles, pressing them into his back and force him deeper into me as I push down onto him at the same time. "Don't you dare fucking stop." I gasp out through the pain that is growing in intensity with ever inch of him I take in.
And then he's fully sheathed, the pain and burning slowly ebbing as we clutch at each other, dragging in difficult breaths. I feel so completely full and its strangely amazing despite the agony. I wiggle a little bit on his cock, trying to calm my muscles down and get used to the large intrusion, and each brush sends a jolt of pain mingled with stomach -flipping waves of pleasure through me. Its driving me insane and I can't take his stillness any longer. "Move!"
His lips capture mine tenderly as he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in and then repeats again and again, my back scrapping up against the wall with each thrust. "Ahhh fuck yessss!!!" I scream as he hits something deep inside that sends jolts of ecstasy shooting through me.
"You have such a dirty mouth." Draco says between pants and groans, his lips twitching into a brief smile. "Fuck Harry...god your tight."
My head lolls to the side from its spot on the wall so I can look at him fully as he continues to smash me into the stone with the force of his movements. "I...I...hhaa" I try to stammer out, my words getting lost on my tongue with each drag of his cock against my prostate.
He smirks at me.
I blink quickly, determined not to let him have the upper hand that my inability to form sentences has seemed to given him. Stupid I know, but old rivalries apparently do die hard...even when you've moved on from fighting to fucking. "I'm not...gahhh...I'm not....th-the..." Pressing my hands down on his shoulders for leverage I push down as he thrust up, squeezing my muscles around his cock. His eyes go hazy and his mouth clenches shut, effectively wiping the smirk form his face. "Only...mmmhmm...one." There I said it, just took awhile.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth as he pounds into me and I'm starting to wonder just how much longer I can hold out. "More...harder!" I demand, wanting as much as I can before I fall over the edge and lose it.
"Yesss..." He hisses out, his fingers biting into my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and ramming as fast and as deep and as hard as he possibly can. "So amazing...fucking amazing....ahhh Harry!!"
I feel myself spinning out of control as I try to keep my lips locked with his, which is surprisingly difficult. But then he's jerking back, a cry screaming from his throat that can only come from intense pain.
I fall to the floor with an unpleasant thump and I watch wide eyed and confused as Draco stumbles back, his hand clutching at his Dark Mark as if to tear it from his skin. "Damn it!" He screams and between his fingers I can see it moving, glowing a faint red as if its on fire.
I stare up at him from the floor, my mouth agape. "Draco...what...are you okay?"
His hands are trembling as he slowly uncurls his fingers, his eyes a dark storm of barely held back anger. He nods, his eyes locked on the Mark that is slowly fading back to a crawling black. "Yes."
"What is it?" I ask as I rise shakily to my unsteady feet.
"Traitors call." He mummers, his fingers tentatively brushing over the now still snake and skull.
Stopping before him, I reach out and mimic his movements, the Mark still unearthly warm beneath my fingers. "What's traitors call?" I ask hesitantly, knowing it can't be anything good.
"Just like it sounds." His voice is suddenly very calm, his face set as his eyes find mine. "I'm a traitor, He knows it, and He's marked me for death. Inevitable really, just thought he'd have more pressing things on his mind at the moment..."
Again he talks about his death so nonchalantly and I feel my heart seize up with his words. I lay my hand over the ugly mark and open my mouth to say, what I'm not exactly sure, but he cuts me off before I can get anything out with a sudden kiss as he tugs me back into his arms. "Draco..shouldn't -" I start as I pull away, leaning back in his firm grasp.
He shakes his head, taking my face in his hands. "No...doesn't matter. Just want you." And then he's kissing me again and how can I fight that?
I can't possibly, not when I'm putting off my own impending death to be with him. Of course he doesn't know that, maybe I should tell him? But that thought is quickly washed away as he presses back up against me, my body falling back into its mounting spiral of desire in an instant.
Of course I forget to take into account my wobbly legs as he begins maneuvering us towards the nearest desk and I end up falling to the ground a second time, this time pulling Draco down with me. I hear his head hit painfully against the wall as he smacks down on his hands and knees.
"Bloody hell!" He cries, rubbing his forehead, where there's a small trickle of blood, and twisting to sit slumped against the stone.
Now I probably should have checked to see if he was alright, considering it was my fault. But having been so near completion only to have been thrown so violently from it and then dragged immediately right back to its edge, well...lets just say I was a bit frantic to feel him in me again.
I throw myself on him. Straddling his lap, gripping the base of his cock which is only slightly softer than before, I steady myself with one hand pressed against his chest and quickly sink down - impaling myself on him.
Draco jerks and curses, grasping my hips. "Ahhh fuck...eager much?"
I glare at him with as much force as I can muster and spread my legs wider, rocking forward and feeling that delicious slide of his erection overwhelm me.
Completely rock hard again, I might add.
"Prat." I gasp out, pressing my hands into the wall by his head. Lifting up as much as I can, I drop back down, this time hearing him scream along with me. If I thought his regular speaking voice was sexy, well lets just say it has nothing on the way his breath and words drip from his tongue when he's turned on. "I think I remember...oh god...mhmmm....telling you...shit!...to fuck me harder!!"
He smacks my arse with that little smile of his that melts my insides, but that rarely graces his face. "So demanding." He grips my hair, forcing my head back so he can lick up my neck as he thrusts up to meet me, pulling a tangled mess of cries from me. "That's better." He mummers against my skin, his pace ruthless and perfect, the classroom vibrating with the smack of flesh.
"Yesss...yes..ohhh fuck yes!!!" I shout and he lets go of my hair to steady my hips, keeping me from bouncing completely off him. I spread my legs as wide as I can possibly force them, trying to get even more of him inside me, determined to have all of him.
I catch his gaze and stare down into his half lidded eyes. He looks so completely debauched, his hair a tangled mess in his eyes, his checks flushed, teeth sinking into his abused lips. Tears prick at my eyes, my chest swelling to near breaking, and it's all I can do not to let them fall in torrents down my checks.
Why did I wait so bloody long to do this? Why didn't I have the courage to change the course of our relationship before? Because now its to late, this time is all I'll have. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop...never fucking stop..." I choke back a sob as I press my lips to his...I'm such a bleeding fool.
"Harry..." my name is a whispered promise and its like knives to my already shredded heart. His arms tighten around me, trapping me against his chest as we continue to move together, my cock rubbing blissfully against his stomach. But I cant take the tenderness, not if I'm to keep my tears at bay, but it's to late, I feel a single tear slip down my cheek just as my orgasm comes tearing through me.
"Draco...ahh...I'm coming...oh god Draco... I lo - " I silence myself before I completely lose it and let it all spill out by kissing him once more, feeling my entire body shake as I explode all over us. My eyes are shut tight as my lips move over his but I can somehow FEEL him staring at me. He doesn't last much longer, just a few more forceful thrusts before his entire body tenses, his muscles going rigid.
"Yessss Harry..." Draco gasps, filling me with his seed which for some reason feels so much better than I think it should.
We grip each other as we tremble, riding out the waves of our orgasms that have seemed to sap all our energy. We don't move for a long time, my head slumped against his chest, listening to his slowly steadying heart beat. I can't look at him in fear of what I may do or say, instead I concentrate on the beat of his heart, the feel his fingers slipping up and down my spine, and his slowly softening cock still resting inside me...
Draco presses a kiss to the top of my head, his hand reaching into my hair, bringing me up to look at him. "You know, your insanely noisy, much louder than I imagined." He smirks at me and I bite my lip, my stomach doing funny little somersaults. I smack his arm, trying to hid my embarrassment while refusing to let myself think too deeply on his words - because its sounded like he had thought about us, together, before...
He grins and places a chaste kiss on my lips. "Bloody amazing too."
"Yeah?" I ask blushing, which is a bit ridiculous considering what we had just been doing and that he's still lodged up my arse. I shift a little, causing him to slide out, resulting in a strange sense of loss.
But I wanted that right?
Wanted to walk to the Forest with my body aching from him...and I really wish I hadn't thought about that because I know that our time is up and I have to go. For some stupid reason I had thought it would be easier to face my own demise after having a chance to be with him. But now I know better, because its not easier, its so much fucking harder.
"What is it?" He asks softly, brushing my damp hair from my forehead.
How is it he can always notice my change of emotions?
But more importantly, how in the world can I do this now? How can I get up and leave when he's smiling at me like I've always wanted him to, when his entire body is still flushed from our passion, when he's looking at me like he...like he...buts it's not a choice is it? I have to die so he and everyone else can live.
Dropping my gaze, I slide off him, getting to my feet and willing my shaking legs to stay standing. "Just a second." I mutter right as he's opening his mouth to say something. His eyes narrow slightly but he waits quietly as I walk over to the supply cupboard in the back of the classroom, trying my best to ignore the shooting pains in my arse that takes flight with each step.
Pulling the doors open, I first pull out a hand towel from atop a neat little stack and wipe the cum off my stomach. Catching Draco's eye, I toss him a clean one and then snatch a small empty glass vial from the top shelf. Fetching my wand from my discarded trousers - and god does that HURT to bend down! - I place the tip of it against my temple, concentrating on the memories I want to extract.
Memories that should exonerate Draco from any charges if he's brought to trial. Replacing the stopper, I turn around to find him standing directly behind me, watching me carefully. "Here." I say pressing the vial into his palm. "Keep that safe."
"Why, what is it?" He asks, eyeing it suspiciously.
"Just...don't lose it." I brush past him, grabbing my underwear and trousers, pulling them quickly back on. I know my answer is vague but I can't exactly tell him what it is because than that would bring up the question of why I wouldn't be around to give the memories myself.
I am NOT having that conversation.
I can feel the distance stretch between us as I do my best to detach from him...from myself even. Shutting my emotions and desires back inside, locking them away with determination. Because I have to, no choice about it.
"Harry?" His voice is tentative and I keep my eyes determinedly away from him, pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth to keep any words from spilling out. What is there to say that would do any good?
"So that's it huh?" Draco's tone is cold once more, his hands snatching his own pants and tugging them on with a bit too much violence. "That's just fucking great." He snaps the clasp closed, his eyes fixing me with a glare.
He stands there in icy silence for a moment and I find myself unable to move, my hands grasping onto my shirt for dear life. He is livid and I should be happy about that right? Remember...detach...? But I'm not, it's completely horrible, and before I can stop them tears are stinging at my eyes again and I have to swallow around a sudden painful lump.
God when did I become so bloody emotional!
Before I'm aware of even doing it, I'm walking towards him again, his eyes following me all the way. Lifting my fingers, I trace them across the bite mark on his shoulder - my palms traveling flat down his chest and stomach as I stare at my shoes. He's completely tense and unmoving and I suck in a deep breath before looking back up at him, tipping my face up for a slow and longing kiss that he returns after only a moments hesitation.
"I just...have to go." I mumble, my hands slipping around his sides to hug him to me.
I can see the mirage of contrasting thoughts play across his face for all but a second, before he's pushed them away, behind his flawless mask. "Hero complex rearing its ugly head again?" he asks, his arms wrapping around me in return.
I snort. "Well if you recall we are in the middle of a war. In the final battle even." His hands feel too bloody good on my skin, tracing small circles on my back, drawing my desire for him back out as if it hadn't just been so fully satisfied.
"Good point. Which reminds me of my earlier question that you never answered. Why did you come find me?"
I glance away, the blush I had just manged to banish finding its way back onto my cheeks. "I should think that would be plainly obviously by now..."
He smiles wickedly, his hand dropping down to squeeze my arse and I feel my cock stir. Which is NOT good...pull it together Potter!
"Mhmm indeed. But still, we are in the middle of a war...in the final battle as you so poetically put it...so what made you put the fight on hold so I could shag you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." I reply teasingly, trying to keep my voice light and playful. I take his face in my hands, kissing him so deeply it threatens to collapse me. I pull away too soon, running my tongue along his lips before pushing out of his arms.
I need to go, I should have already been gone. I can feel him watching me as I pull my shirt on, glancing around the room to make sure I have anything, while willing myself not to fall back into his embrace.
"Do you really have a plan?" He asks softly, shrugging his own shirt back on and doing up the few buttons that I had manged to undo before ripping the rest off. He scolds at the torn fabric and I can't help but smile.
I nod while moving towards the door, needing to put as much physical space between us as I can. "I'm going to the Forbidden Forest to meet Voldemort." I'm halfway there when his eyes snap back to mine and my steps falter.
Why did I say that?
Don't tell him remember!
"What? You can't be serious, that's suicide. Why would you go?" Draco demands, stalking towards me as I skirt around the desks, his eyes narrowed and brimming with urgency.
I make it to the door and yank it open. "So he can kill me." I blurt out, suddenly needing to tell him, for him to understand.
His eyes widen, his feet stumbling and mouth jerking open with no doubt a horrible scold. But I don't hear it, I slam the door shut and cast a web of the most complicated locking spells I can think of, hoping it will buy me enough time. I can't let him catch him, can't allow him to talk me out of it because I know it would be all to easy for him to. That all he'll have to do is look at me, touch me, say my name once more, and I'll cave.
Turning to flee down the corridor, I hear the sound of him screaming at me, his fists pounding on the door before I turn the corner and fly down the stairs. The tears I had been trying desperately to hold in force their way down my face, nearly blinding me as I sob silently...Draco's voice growing steadily quieter before disappearing all together.
A/N: There you are hoped you liked! I'm thinking about adding maybe one or two more parts to this,,,seeing as Harry doesn't acually die and all :) Not sure though...what do you think? Should I write some more or just leave it how it is?
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