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Draco Malfoy hated life.
That was the mantra repeating in the young man's head as he flopped down on one of the leather couches in the Slytherin common room. He spread his long legs out, taking up most of the space, leaving a disgruntled first year to glare at him before stalking away with her book. He rolled his eyes. Children. When would they learn to respect their elders? He certainly had, when he was a first year. But now he was a sixth year and had really no need.
Sighing, he turned on his side and gazed into the fire. That feeling of overwhelming sadness crashed into him again and he winced slightly. No matter how used to it he was, it was always bit of a shock whenever it came back. The feeling lurked, always just around the corner, always on the edge of his mind. If he was occupied, it stayed away, although he always knew it was there. It was like a bruise- you didn't know where it had come from, but you knew it was there. And sometimes, you couldn't resist poking it. Just to see if it hurt. That's why, whenever Draco relaxed his mind, the thing came running back. And although he hated it, he kind of liked it at the same time. It was confusing and the one time he'd tried talking about it, Pansy hadn't understood. She'd told him to go talk to Madam Pompfrey. Like she could do anything about it.
So he didn't speak of it. Not to anyone. Not to Blaise, not to Pansy, not to Crabbe and Goyle (like they'd understand anyway). Not even to his best friend Nate. He kept it hidden, the bruise on his mind. His little demon friend that dug its claws into his back even as it hugged him. It was confusing- he'd never thought himself much of a masochist. But apparently he was. Ah well.
Draco felt his eyes get heavy and start to droop. He had homework to do, but as he stifled a yawn, he couldn't seem to care. What would grades matter after this summer anyway? He had to resist the urge to touch his left arm, although heaven knows most of the elder years had one anyway. The Dark Mark. The ugly thing that now marred his perfect expanse of creamy skin. Damn the Dark Lord, ruining his appearance. Just because the man had messed up his own didn't mean he had to ruin Draco's.
Settling unhappily down into the couch, he decided to close his eyes for just a minute. What could it hurt? His homework could wait, after all.
And so he sank down into unconsciousness, falling into his nightmares once again. Because his bruise liked to torment him even there. He was slowly getting used to them, as was all the others who woke up to him screaming at night.
Speaking of the others… well, they left him alone while he slept. Draco, although they'd never admit it out loud, was much like the brother many of them had never had. They certainly didn't like to see him in pain, and any chance he got to sleep was good enough for them. A seventh year girl, Sofia Devereaux, came over and smoothed his hair away from his forehead when he started to thrash. He calmed slightly. They took turns doing this, all with some affection. They never spoke about it, never told him- because he'd be embarrassed if he knew. Draco was vain and prideful like that, always thinking he could take care of himself without any help. Luckily, all of them knew better. The first rule of all of them was that they were family. No one was left hurting if they could help it.
But eventually the rest of them got tired. They slowly trickled to their dorms until not a soul but Draco was left in the common room. The waning fire light cast shadows over his cheeks, making him look sickly and more gaunt than usual.
The door to the Slytherin common room slide open silently, not realizing that it was admitting a trespasser and not one of its own. Walls couldn't tell the difference you know.
He'd waited out of the common room for hours (something he'd hear about from Hermione repeatedly tomorrow, but it was going to be worth it) under his invisibility cloak, having vaguely remembered the location from his second year. He'd heard the password multiple times, waiting until the Marauder's Map showed that no one was left in the common room. No one but Draco, that was. Then he'd repeated the password he would probably say in his sleep later (he'd heard it that many times) and climbed through.
Thank Merlin. Now he wouldn't have to go searching for the sixth year dorms, and who knew how many complications lay ahead of him if he'd had to do that.
Yeah, he didn't plan things out so well. But he was Harry Potter and these things kind of fell into place, something he usually took for granted. Until now.
He licked his lips and gazed at the boy he'd fallen for over the past few months. No, it wasn't love. It was just infatuation. He knew that. After all, he'd never felt love. He didn't know what it was, what it was like to care for someone so deeply you'd die for them. But he did know infatuation. It was when the blonde walked by and his scent lingered in the air, just faintly, but Harry got chills from it. It's when he'd speak and Harry would shudder, feeling the tone deep in his chest. It was when he knew immediately when the blonde walked in the room and he'd catch himself staring at him. It was when he'd wake up at night, covered in his own come, because he'd just dreamed that Draco had fucked him to within an inch of his life.
Yes, that was infatuation and Harry had a bad case of it. And to think, it had all started when he saw the blonde in Madam Malkin's the previous summer. Who would have thought the place they first met would be the place where Harry realized he wanted to push the blonde to floor and fuck him right there? Ah well, c'est la vie. Which was why he was here now.
Harry licked his lips again as he stood above Draco, feeling… well, nervous and creepy about summed it up. I mean, how many people stood above their crush wearing an invisibility cloak getting ready to-
He took a steadying breath before pulling the cloak off and dropping to his knees. It was best to just do it, he thought, rather than think about it and fret. So, even with hands shaking, he licked his lips and reached for the fly on Draco's trousers. Don't think, just do, don't think, just do.
Slowly, slowly, the zipper went down, sounding so very loud in the quiet room. Harry almost winced, but he didn't stop. And then, just when he thought that it wasn't possible for him to be any more embarrassed, (what if someone came out and found him?) he'd reached the end. Taking another deep breath, he reached in and pulled out Draco's cock.
Even soft the sight of it took his breath away. Merlin, he'd never thought he'd actually see it. He'd dreamed about it, wanked to it, just about everything, but this… this was so much better. Licking his lips, Harry began moving his hand up and down, stroking gently to get him hard. Draco made a few mewling noises as he began to get hard, but he stayed asleep.
After he was fully hard, Harry stilled and just looked. Who knew when he'd be getting this sight again, if ever? He sucked in a breath, biting his lip and imprinted the image of his hand on Draco Malfoy's hard cock onto his mind forever. Then, with a calm, steadying breath, he leaned forward and kissed the head.
A moan slipped out of both their mouths at the same time. He just tasted so fucking good. Harry placed a few more kisses on the head before taking it into his mouth.
It felt… well… strange. Kind of like a peach except… more spongy. He tested his teeth lightly against the head, and smiled when Draco moaned. Or well, he tried to smile. It was a little hard with the head of a cock in your mouth.
Draco moved his hips restlessly, thrusting up the tiniest bit. Harry checked to make sure the other boy was still asleep before slowly taking more of his cock into his mouth. He got about halfway before he had to stop. Slowly he began to move, up and down, moaning slightly as he did though. Draco was restless, moving all over and thrusting into his mouth. Once he thrust too deep and Harry gagged, swiftly pulling away to suck in a deep breath before going back in. Or rather, down. He smirked at that and he swirled his tongue around the little slit at the top, licking up the deliciously salty drops that were leaking out. Draco must be close- he was leaking and moaning, twisting around on the couch. Merlin. Harry began rubbing himself through his trousers, moaning around the cock in his mouth. And apparently that's exactly what Draco needed because suddenly he was coming. Harry was so surprised he almost pulled away. But he didn't want to miss a drop, so he kept sucking and sucking, enjoying the salty taste as it washed over his tongue.
Slowly the spurts became less and less frequent, until they stopped. Harry pulled back and licked his lips. A smirk flit over his face, one that would make Draco proud. If he was awake. Harry slipped his hand under the waistband of his trousers, stroking himself slowly. His movements were limited, but he was so aroused that it only took a few strokes before he was coming in his hand.
Harry sighed happily before pulling out his wand and doing a light Cleaning Spell on his hand and Draco's cock. He gave it a light pat before tucking it back into Draco's trousers and zipping them back up. Standing, Harry pulled on his invisibility cloak on. He pulled it over his head, keeping his face free for a moment to just stare at Draco's sleeping form. God, he looked flawless. Like an angel. He watched those blonde eyelashes flutter, and then those grey eyes appeared.
"Potter?" Draco asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"Shh," Harry said, putting a finger over his lips. "Go back to sleep. It was just a dream."
Draco nodded and yawned, closing his eyes once more. Harry pulled the cloak all the way over his form and waited for Draco's breathing to even out once more before leaving for his own common room.