A/N: Third-ish fic. First Drarry. First attempt at lemon. First attempt at a somewhat serious/composed story.

Warnings: Dub-con. Somewhat compliant to the books SOMEWHAT, OOC, Abortion, MPreg, Slash, um big thing-– I haven't completely read every book of the Harry Potter series (l 0 l); at all.

So my knowledge is fic based with a dash and hit of harry wiki, and the movies. I do, however, own Deathly Hallows and the Sorcerer's Stone, so yay me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters from the stories. Except for maybe some new plot elements and typos. All credit goes to the lovely J.K. Rowling and associates.

BIG WARNING: there is smut throughout this story. In the first chapter, in fact; so if das not for you, skedaddle little pony. [Well, not as much smut as I originally planned for. The plot got away from me, so now it's just a subdued amount of sex. Sad sigh]

Pairings: Ron/Hermione, vague Ginny/Harry, eventual Draco/Harry established relationship

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Chapter One: The Incident

Harry Potter sat in his last class of the day, Transfiguration. Try as he might to keep to his focus on the lesson before him, it was not going successfully. His attentions kept straying to the opposite side of the room, on which his supposed mortal enemy typically took up residence. Harry listened, or tried to listen, as Professor McGonagall explained the intricacies of safe animagus transformation, but his complete lack of interest got the better of him and he tuned out her distinct Scottish brogue in favor of the chaotic whirlwind process of his thoughts.

He thought back to three days prior – Friday; to the magnificent night he had spent with the least expected person. The Gryffindor Hero could still remember every detail and every writhe of the Slytherin Prince's beautiful pale body as it glowed in the moonlight – NO, not glowed. And his body wasn't beautiful! Harry shook his head and tried to focus back on McGonagall's speech.

He wasn't a poof, after all. He didn't describe men's bodies as beautiful, either.

Ron, one of Harry's two best mates, noticed the slight movement out of the corner of his eye. In an attempt to show solidarity and support, Ron sent Harry a quick lopsided smile, of which was returned with less enthusiasm. They quickly returned their attention back to their teacher before Hermione Granger, their mutual best friend and personal book of precautionary measures, noticed that they weren't paying attention. They weren't feeling up to one of her signature 'pay attention or I'll have your ear for it later' glares, and Harry didn't want to think about that night or the incident anymore…


Friday night, after celebrating yet another victory for the Gryffindor quidditch team in the common room with a few shots of firewhiskey, Harry snuck up to his room to retrieve his invisibility cloak; deciding that he'd like to go for a walk.

He needed some time away from all the chaos. Victory was great and all, but you can't really enjoy it when it seems your world is crumbling down around you. Or the added pressure of the fate of a world resting on your shoulders.

The match had been against Gryffindor's full-time rivals, Slytherin. It was shaping up to be a good game, surprisingly enough, and about half way through the match, with Slytherin just behind Gryffindor on the scoreboard, Harry sighted the snitch and took off full-speed on his trusty Firebolt. The crowd was going wild over the wild manouvers and skilled passes, everyone was out ready to enjoy their Friday afternoon with a great show.

When Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's seeker, and Harry's arch nemesis, saw him take off, he followed suit and pushed his broom to catch up. Just as the little golden snitch was going to take a sharp left, mere meters from Harry, he caught onto it, and the match was set. Another win under the belts of Gryffindor making them a shoo-in for the House Cup.

Harry was just to his dorm room when he heard the familiar call of a voice he knew very well.

"Harry! Harry! Hold on, please!"

Harry took a deep breath, steeled himself, and turned to his longtime best friend with a large smile plastered on his face."Yeah, Mione?"

Hermione frowned as she stopped before him, taking in the odd little nuisances in his face. The odd little fact that the strained smile he was sending her didn't quite reach his eyes. Recalling previous discussions about her constant neuroticism, Hermione brushed off her observations and sent him a genuine turn of the lip.

"Why are you leaving the party so early? It's just started!"

"Well, I'm a bit tired after all that's gone on today. Winning a Quidditch match takes a lot out of you." Harry joked weakly, not meeting Hermione's entirely too perceptive gaze. Hermione's frown returned as those little nuisances became more pronounced, no longer able to ignore them, she asked after his health.

"Harry, are you alright? I noticed that you've been looking tired and much thinner, well since... that day." The day, she mentioned, being the day Harry lost his Godfather, Sirius Black, in the Department of Mysteries when he fell through the Veil. "Or is it your scar? Is it Voldemort? Do you need to see Headmaster Dumbl-"

"Hermione!" Harry cut her off before her invasive questioning could go any further. Harry wasn't feeling up to the strenuous game of tit-for-tat.

"I'm fine, really, I just… I need some alone time. A little rest should do me wonders, okay? Tell everyone I had a blast and that I'm fine. I'll see you all tomorrow for breakfast, alright?" Harry finished wearily.

Hermione stared intently into Harry's emerald eyes, trying to decipher what the nucleus of his problems were just from simply staring into his eyes. They did say that the eyes were the door-way to soul.

"Okay, Harry. I just worry sometimes. If you start to feel bad or anything, come and find me or Ron?"

"Yeah."

Hermione startled Harry by pulling him into a tight embrace, more to reassure herself that he was alright than for comfort, before she made her way back to the party. She didn't get very far down the hall before she remembered their Saturday plans and turned back just as Harry had opened his room door.

"Wait, Harry, will you be alright for Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

He turned back slightly, "Yeah. I think so. I should be."

Harry then went to into his room, called lumos, and stumbled his way towards his bed to lay down until he was sure she'd gone. Unfortunately, he'd underestimated just how tired he really was, and fell asleep. A few hours later, when the raven-haired youth awoke, he remembered his earlier plans. He made his way to his trunk in the dim light the moon cast into his room, and after rifling through his sparsely-packed trunk, he felt the shifty velvet fabric of the cloak. Seconds later, after shaking it clean of any dust, threw it on his shoulders and began to cover his entire body.

The invisibility cloak had been left to Harry from his father, James Potter, upon his death. He'd also received the marauder's map–a nifty little item that displayed the position of any-and everyone in the castle The only blind spot being the Room of Requirement. From the numerous stories he'd been told, Harry surmised that the map was certainly put to good use by his father and friends. After shifting the fabric of the cloak to and fro on his lithe form, Harry decided that he was as ensconced in the fabric as could be, and made his way down from his room. He quietly crept down the hall of the boy's dorm, making sure that he stepped completely over the three boards that were prone to creak, and to the stairs where he would be safely on his way to the Fat Lady's portrait.

As he made his way down the stairs and across the common room, Harry thought back to his earlier conversation with Hermione. At that time, he hadn't wanted to so much as hear the name Sirius Black, but now he had more than enough time to let his mind wander over all of the various emotions thinking about his Godfather would create. This freedom gave way to his recurring, and most prominent emotion, of lose. Sirius had been his last living relative–so to speak, he still had the bloody Dursleys; terrible people is what they were– so when he'd lost him, some part of him died and was lost along with him. The part of Harry that held out hope for a better life after the war. The part that hoped that there was someone in this world to love him.

If only he had been more rational with the 'vision' and stayed away from the Department of Mysteries, Sirius wouldn't have gone and tried to save him. He wouldn't have gotten into a duel with Bellatrix, and he wouldn't have been hit with a stunner sending him to his death in a simple fall.

If only.

But… that was the past. And… and he had to be strong for the Wizarding World. He had to be 'The-Boy-Who-Would-Save-Everyone'; even if no one was there to save him. Or his last hope for a decent life.

Just as Harry was about to reach the door, he tripped. On a pair of pants?

"Bloody hell!" he swore softly, cursing whoever hadn't thought to pick their pants up. He stumbled to his feet and made his way to the portrait where he opened the door and made his way down the hall to the moving staircase.

-?-

Living in the wonder that was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was daunting at times. Harry remembered his first encounter with the moving stairs, somewhat bemusedly. It was an unremarkable night in first year that he had snuck out, the rebel he is, Hero or not, with his best friends. Of course it was against Hermione's consistent nagging and better judgment. They were making their way down to the Entrance Hall on the moving stairs when the vindictive bastards shifted and Harry lost his balance half-way down and fell. He'd left that incident with a broken arm and some rather nasty cuts and bruises.

That night was to be his first, and not his last, visit to Madam Pomfrey.

Now as he made his way down the stairs he stepped with extreme caution. Even five, almost six, years down the line that night still haunted him. Not five minutes later, Harry was strolling down the corridor feeling that much more relaxed as the constricting hold over his lungs and mind was releasing its hold foot by foot as he made his way closer to the front door. Just as he was leaving out, he turned his head and saw a shadow coming down the hall so he quietly shut the door and ran around the side of the school. A safe distance away from the entrance to the school, Harry stopped on his journey down towards the dock, to look up at the moon. It was a nice night. Everything was calm, not belying the figurative storm that was brewing. The stars sparkled as if they were shining a greeting. Maybe they were, and Sirius was up there… watching over him… Harry shook himself out of the stupor his thoughts were headed towards and continued walking. The air was starting to chill, announcing the coming of the winter holidays. The temperature was dropping and the leaves were falling.

This would be yet another year alone at Hogwarts, Harry thought sadly to himself. Since his only living relatives were muggles, they couldn't come to Hogwarts to spend it with Harry; not that he wanted them there. He really hated Dudley. Bloody whale. And his even larger father, Vernon. Which made his Aunt Petunia a sort-of outcast in her own family, being that she was stick thin and scare-crowish. He quite vehemently loathed the Dursleys. The only upside to his disheveled life being the small mercies Dumbledore granted him. Staying at Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad, but the time in-between the initial departure of his friends and the loneliness that would slowly make its way into his heart, would be torturous. His friends would all go home, Ron's usual invitation to the Burrow extended and politely declined, leaving Harry the few stragglers who stayed in the school for their own reasons. The highlight of his stay at Hogwarts being the beautiful enchanted decorations that were mounted and floated in the Great Hall. The festivity of the school was something Harry avidly looked forward to.

About thirty feet from his destination to the oak tree by the dock, Harry spotted a figure. When he peered more closely, he caught a glint of white-blonde hair that lightly cast off moonlight.

Malfoy.

Great. Simply wonderful. Before Harry could turn and make his way back up to the castle, Malfoy caught sight of him.

"S'that you, Potty?" Malfoy slurred while simultaneously mocking Harry's surname.

He was drunk. Even more wonderful-almost spectacular. Harry ground his teeth together and turned back the little distance he had made.

"Ferret face." Was the greeting Harry decided upon. He said it as cordially as one possibly could whilst addressing another someone they abhorred with a passion that could rival the temper of a hippogriff.

"What're you doin' down here?"

"None of your business, Malfoy. But seeing as this lake is big enough, I'll head over to the other side so I don't have to be around… your kind." Harry sneered, or at least attempted, but it came out as more of a grimace, while making a subtle quip about Draco's parentage and their alliances, which the inebriated blonde picked up on.

"Aw 's Potty scawed of sharing the same space of the bad Malfoy? Son of the big bad Death Eater." Malfoy sneered, more successfully than Harry, even while under the influence of an obviously obscene amount of drink.

"Sod off, you stupid prat." In a moment of pure genius. Harry found the right words to set Malfoy off. "Hey, good game earlier; you guys sure almost had us beat." Harry mocked.

"You fuckin' wanker," Draco lunged at Harry catching him off guard with a right hook to the jaw, causing them both to fall over.

"Fuck you, Malfoy!" Harry yelled as he wrestled the other boy off of him; which was proving to be a more difficult task than it seemed.

Even with Malfoy pissed drunk off his arse, he still had the advantage of height, slight advantage of height, on his side. They continued to wrestle until Draco had Harry completely pinned beneath him. Harry tried to wriggle his way from underneath Draco, and was surprised when he came into contact with a suspicious hardness coming from between Draco's legs, nudging him in his stomach. This made Harry pause in his efforts to get free.

"Malfoy…" Harry trailed off before another punch was landed, this time to his stomach.

Draco pulled himself off Harry as quickly as he could, but he wasn't as quick as he'd hoped for, even with his Quidditch honed agility; Harry was quicker and pushed Malfoy onto his back, straddled him, and punched him in the face once, then again for good measure. Feeling smug, he pinned Draco's arms above his head.

"Get offah me, wank'r!" Draco struggled as blood started to seep from his nose.

"No, you poof. What is that? Hm? Got a rocket in your pocket or do I make you excited."

"A rock't...? Oh, bloody hell. Fuck. You." Malfoy shook his head in perplexion, he would never understand Potter, but he could continue to rile him.

He spat a bloody mixture at Harry, who simply cast a scourgify to clean it off.

"Malfoy, Malfoy. Don't get all hard on me. Wait, too late for that." Harry leered as he made fun of Draco's predicament. He bent his head down to Draco's level and whispered, "Are you bent, ferret face?"

Before Harry knew what had happened, the blonde had his lips connected Harry's in a sloppy drunken kiss.

"Tha fuck?" Harry screamed as he scrambled away from Draco.

"You ask'd for it, bastard. Now leave me a fuckin' lone." Malfoy tried to say through the haze of excessive absinthe consumption, which was turning out to be a big pain.

When the blonde tried to gracefully stand and stagger away, Harry decided that if he was going to get his mind off his problems, he had the solution right in front of him so he dropped his cloak, grabbed Malfoy by the wrist, spun him around and kissed him.

As second first kisses go, this wasn't the best. But, if you took out the sloppiness of it, and the saliva slowly making its way down their chins as their tongues dueled for dominance, it was decent. When the boys broke apart for the much needed break for air, Malfoy decided to voice his opinion.

"Pott'r, I dun' think-"

"No, Malfoy you don't think. You're incapable. And… this-", Harry stated vehemently while gesturing between them, "means nothing. And… I'm not bent either… you came onto me… and obviously cursed me… yes! That's it… that's the only explanation for why I would even consider…" The emerald eyed youth trailed off as he watched the pretty flush on Draco's neck rise to his cheeks.

Draco looked at Harry through glassy eyes as he licked his lips in a manner that, unbeknownst to him, had Harry at a loss for words, but left without the ability to stop the different naughty scenarios involving that sensual little pink tongue.

"Wanta what, Potter?"

"You're drunk, Malfoy. And it would be wrong to… to take advantage of you…even if I do hate you." Was the strained reply Harry gave as he felt Draco's lean body mould to his.

Harry could smell the bitter scent of absinthe on the Slytherin's breath as he lightly ghosted air across his cheek on his way to his jaw. In turn, Harry's erection made itself painfully known as it pushed against the fly of his jeans, begging to be released. When Draco started to nip his way down Harry's jaw to his neck, all of the young Hero's arguments were lost.

"Gryffindor nobility to hell." Harry groaned as Draco nibbled on the tender spot where neck met shoulder.

As Draco continued his ministrations, he could hear alarm bells going off in his head warning him against his actions.

This would just leave him heartbroken and alone. Not as if anything would change. The coldness with which Draco was treated by his father, and all the pressure he was putting on him to join the Dark Side in the coming war, only adding to Draco's stress and loneliness. He didn't have anyone, and this wouldn't help. He shouldn't do this. He knew it, but… it was just one night. He didn't have feelings for scar-head… fleeting attraction and appreciation of one's sex, does not make for love. Even with all of these little warnings, the young Malfoy's current state of drunkenness prohibited all rationality, so he continued his actions, adding a subtle grind in, to draw the most enticing reactions from Potter.

"Oh, Malfoy…" Harry moaned as he felt Draco give a particularly hard draw on the tender skin of his neck.

Harry pulled his hands down the back of the other boy's head to gently massage his neck and lead him to where he wanted him. He felt Draco's hands slide over his ass pulling him closer to press their erections together so he ground his hips into Draco's causing the blond to gasp in shock.

Harry claimed Draco's mouth in a searing kiss, enforcing his dominance in the situation and taking control. He pulled Draco's bottom lip into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue, causing him to buck against him. He then released the swollen flesh to trace along the lining of the other boy's mouth, asking for permission into the warm cavern that was Draco's mouth. When Draco obliged, Harry slipped his tongue into the blonde's mouth and was hit with the heady taste of drink and a sweetness that could only be Draco. Harry felt his prick harden even more and nudged a knee between Draco's legs as he slowly lowered them to the ground. When they were situated on the grass, Harry pulled away, drawing a pathetic moan from the boy beneath him at the loss. He then reached into his pocket for his handkerchief so he could transfigure it into a blanket, for more comfort, and went back to his previous doings.

As Harry snogged Draco into oblivion, the latter boy snaked his hand down Harry's taut stomach to his trousers where he struggled to get his belt off. When Harry felt Draco's hand clumsily graze his erection he groaned and started to work his way down to the Slytherin's chest, where he was slowly releasing buttons to gain access to the smooth porcelain chest his lips desired to mark. After a few moments of Draco's prolonged struggle with Harry's belt, he got frustrated and decided to disrobe them both the magical way. He mumbled a spell and instantly they were both bare. The Gryffindor, taking advantage of their new situation, made his way slowly to Draco's nipple, giving opened mouthed kisses along the way.

Eye-level with the pink nub, Harry tentatively flicked his tongue over Draco's hardened nipple and the response he received was more than he'd hoped for. This gave Harry the brazen to work more confidently, so he took the little flesh into his mouth and gently suckled. Draco arched his back in response and drew in a shuddery breath at the new sensations. Unable to lay still under Harry's talented mouth, Draco began to wriggle, in turn bringing their hardened members into contact. The touch caused both boys to feel a shiver of reaction cascade like a shower of exploding fireworks down their spines at the jolt of skin-to-skin electricity passing through Draco's body to Harry's. Their young bodies began to ache for more.

Draco, always impatient, wasn't willing to wait any longer through the scandalously delicious things Harry was doing to set his body on fire.

"Want you inside me, Pot'r" the Slytherin rasped as Harry slowly frotted against his thigh.

Harry slid down Draco's body to his belly button, where he used his new found knowledge of the other boy's sensitivity to mouth around the little cleft and elicit more sensuously silky responses from those beautifully swollen cherry lips.

"No lube, Draco. Know any spells?"

Hearing his name muttered breathlessly from Harry's pouty little mouth, in that husky bedroom voice nearly sent Draco over the edge. He could feel the pre-cum spilling over his shaft, leaking down his throbbing member and he racked his muggy mind for a solution. After several excruciatingly erotic moments, Draco remembered the lubrication and stretching spells his father has insisted he learn when he had come of age. Lucius Malfoy would not have any heir of his gallivanting about embarrassing the Malfoy name with ill sexual behavior. On top of the lubrication and stretching spells the young Malfoy was mandated to learn, he was taught the contraceptive charm and its variants; just as Draco was going to ponder his father and his eccentricities, Harry called his attention back with a torturously slow lick up the underside of his cock resulting in a high-pitched breathy moan from the surprised teen.

"Thought you should join me back in this little scene we've got going here." Harry said with a come-hither smirk. "The spell? Or have your desires changed since your proclamation of me being in you?"

"Shut u-" Draco attempted before he felt the effects of the sobrietus charm.

"That's better, isn't it? The charm? Little Potter here isn't as patient as I am."

"You bloody lunatic! I can't believe I'm- " Sensing the swift change in the blonde's mood, Harry wasn't one to lose out on a shag, even if it were his first, so he did the only thing one can do in a situation like this: he took Malfoy's swollen length into his mouth and sucked.

"Fuck! YES!" Draco yelled as he bucked into the hot mouth wrapped around his cock.

This being Harry's first go at a blow job, the movement pushed Draco's prick farther down his throat than he could take, so held his hips down as he tried to regain control of his gag reflex, slightly choked. Minutes later, when Harry felt he was stable enough to continue, he gave Draco the blow of his life. When he felt he had spent long enough both distracting the blonde and getting him back on track, Harry pulled off of his cock with a loud pop, just minutes before the blonde fell into the sensual abyss.

"Shall I repeat the question? I know Slytherins tend to be a bit thick headed."

In his state of complete and utter nirvana, Draco paid no mind to Harry's taunt. Old habits die hard, it seems, even while in the midst of a sexual taboo. Draco whispered off a series of spells with wand less magic, both lubricating and stretching himself, with no preparation work needed. He squirmed as he felt the spells take effect.

"Alright." Was the barely audible scrape of a response Harry got.

He positioned himself between Draco's legs at his entrance and slowly pressed forward.

"Oh..." they both sighed as Harry's member made its way past the initial muscle resistance.

Draco winced as he felt the burn of his inner walls expanding to accommodate Harry's thick length. The spells had done their part, but they could only do so much... and it was only Draco's first time.

The slight show of pain Draco made wasn't registered by Harry as he continued to fully seat himself inside of the blonde. All he could think about was how hot and tight his little hole was and how badly he just wanted to slam in and claim Drac-Malfoy as his own, however, when Draco whimpered, Harry could no longer draw out his scanadoulous fantasy. He took notice of the pain shown clearly on the other boy's ethereal face and stopped to wait for Draco to become adjusted to him.

Harry gave a shuddery breath and asked, "You okay?"

After several moments of baited breath, Draco gave an almost imperceptible nod and Harry gently slid in the remaining few inches with more self-control than he'd ever known he possessed. When Harry was completely settled inside of the blonde, he looked down to catch his first real glimpse of the incredible visage his longtime rival made.

The way the moon gently touched Draco's flawless pale skin made Harry ache with a need to kiss every inch of his perfectly chiseled flesh. The light gathering of perspiration across Draco's body had Harry reaching down to caress along his abdominal muscles. The light gathering of blonde hairs, sheltering Draco's beautiful prick from the world had Harry salivating. He even began to see the seemingly pointy corners of the other boy's face with a fresh set of unbiased eyes, and the vision he was presented with made his heart lurch.

"You're exquisite..."

Incandescent emerald eyes met liquid mercury and they stared into each other for what felt like centuries, but was really only moments, seeing things about each other they had never known or even thought to ever know.

Draco soon became restless and flexed his inner muscles hoping to incite Harry into action, but only received a deep throaty groan in initial response. Harry, ever perceptive, picked up on the message, after he got over how hot the figurative 'tap on the wrist' had gotten him, he pulled out slowly and took his first tentative thrust. Harry soon became more confident in his stroke and quickened his pace, to the loud insistence of his lover, after his first few uncontrolled thrusts.

"Harry, YES, right there." Draco exclaimed in a desperate whisper arching his back as he received his first lesson in the workings and purpose of the prostate.

"Please... Harry...more."

Harry angled his hips and began giving Draco's sweet spot all the attention he so desperately begged for.

"So tight. So hot. I love it when I can feel your muscles pulsating around me. Want you so bad."

Hearing Harry speak like that only pushed Draco closer to release, leaving Harry not far behind.

"You feel so good, Draco. I'm gonna..." Was all Harry could get out before he spilled his hot seed into the convulsing hole.

Being filled with Harry's essence did it for Draco, and he released all over his stomach without having had to touch himself with one of the most intense climaxes he'd ever experienced.

Harry rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm with shallow thrusts and collapsed onto the Slytherin.

-?-

Draco was almost beyond words. His body was limp with the effects of the earth shattering response Harry had summoned from him. He had never experienced something so intense. So amazing. This was all he could ponder as he laid in the aftermath of their release.

Harry listened to the sound of their breathing, wondering if he should say something, anything, to fill the lengthening silence. But after a while he gave up thinking about it. He lay still enclosed within Draco, his face pressed against his neck, his warm breath tickling Draco's skin as his eyelids gradually drifted down in total blissful relaxation.

This peace was shattered about 15 minutes later when Draco made up his mind about their situation.

"Potter?" Draco interrupted the silence that had settled and wiggled his hips. "Would you mind? I've got to, you know, be back in my room before anyone notices I've gone..."

"Oh yeah, of course." Harry succinctly replied before he eased out of Draco's angry red hole.

"Well, that was..."Harry grasped for what to say as he awkwardly tried the 'after talk' as he stood before the blonde, who was trying to sort out where his wand had gone. He rubbed the back of his neck and tried again. "Malfoy,-"

"Is that your go at eloquence, Potter? Don't become a pansy on me. It was just a bit of a tumble in the grass, no pun intended. This changes nothing. I still think you're as titillating a conversation as a brick wall, and as graceless as a penguin. If this gets out... so help me."

"Bloody hell! You can't be civil to save your bloody life! We've just bloody shagged, an amazing shag it was, and now you're threatening me? You're unbelievable. Completely bonkers. Give me my clothes back. I have to go." Harry fumed.

A spell and wand wave later, both boys were redressed and cleaned up. As soon as his clothes were back on, Harry picked up his dropped wand and stormed away. He didn't know why he was so angry. He hated Malfoy. Just because they shared a very intimate experience... didn't mean a thing. Fine! He could be a twat if he wanted. Were the thoughts swimming around the young boy's head. Harry didn't have to deal with him. He remembered his dropped invisibility cloak, summoned it to him with a wand less accio, and crept back up to his dorm; not noticing the seemingly frozen blonde still standing where they had made-fucked?

-?-

They didn't use protection, was all Draco's mind could focus on as he stood stock-still in place.

No, no, everything was fine. Draco thought as he ran his hands down his clothes before he took off for his own dorm. He had taken his daily contraceptive potion. You couldn't be too sure of what would happen if the moment struck. Even if Malfoys didn't bottom. One can never be too safe.

Draco was sure he had taken it.

But later when he got to his room and saw the lilac colored potion, his Godfather Professor Snape had made for him, awaiting his arrival in his side table drawer; he wasn't so sure everything really would be fine.


A/N: Hay guise~~ did you enjoy the first chapter? I KNOW I DID! Okay, I'm weird, but yeah, let's get to it.

I made up a spell. The "sobrietus" bit. It's a sobering charm. Pretty self-explanatory.
I used canon charms, lumos and scourgify.

Any questions, PM me or like leave a review, please.

I'm not perfect. I make mistakes.

LET ME KNOW WHEN I DO, SO I CAN FIX THEM.