A/N: Wohoo, another HarryxDraco fic! I really like those. I've been reading Harry Potter since I was eleven, but I started reading slash just now. Not that it would've been a good thing if an eleven year old girl was reading graphic slash… Oo Or what do yah think? Oh well. Read, enjoy, eat, sleep, or whatever you do when you read.
Disclaimers: I only own Lyn Bailey, but she's barely in this story at all, so I can't brag about that. And I do own… orange juice. Want some?
"Harry, please come over?" she purred into the phone. Harry sighed, and rubbed his forehead. Lyn Bailey was sure a pain in the ass sometimes.
"Lyn, I don't have the time right now. You know I have work and such…" he said, and Lyn sighed.
"I know, I know. I just wish you would tell me what your oh-so-secret work is. You're driving me mad, you know," she said, her voice soft. Harry rolled his eyes.
"How many times to I have to tell you? I'm gay. I fancy guys. I don't fancy girls." Lyn sighed: Harry had been right, she had been wishing again.
Lyn Bailey was a Muggle girl Harry had gotten to know after he started working as an auror. She was a nice girl. Persistent, but nice. She didn't know anything about the magic world, since Harry did his best to keep her out of it. He didn't need her interfering in his work or his things, so it was for the best. Besides, Muggles weren't supposed to know about the Wizarding world.
"I know you are. But I'm bored, Harry darling. Please come over?" she begged, and Harry sighed loudly. She wouldn't let him go before he said yes.
"Okay, I'll come over. But I can't stay for long," he warned, and deserved a happy shriek from Lyn.
"Oh, that's okay! I just want to meet you, that's all!" she said happily, and Harry had to smile. She had to be around people all the time, and she talked a lot when she was. She could be very annoying, so she didn't have that many friends, but Harry loved her. She had helped him a lot in the Muggle world, without asking akward questions about his work or friends, or the strange things in his house. He just asked her to leave it, and then she did.
"I'll be right over, bye," he said softly, before he hung up. He sighed – again – and walked out the door.
"There you are!" Lyn said happily, before she pulled Harry into a tight hug. Harry hugged her back, and felt that she was shaking.
"Lyn, why are you shaking?" he asked, surprised. Lyn swallowed, and took a step back. She bit her lip, and looked at the floor. Harry grabbed her chin, and forced her to look at him. She looked frightened.
"No reason." She tried to cover it up with a smile, but Harry held her chin firmly.
"Lyn." She sighed, and moved her eyes down again.
"There's this guy… he's been walking up and down this street for a few days, mumbling things without meaning. He looks like shit: I'm not even sure which colour his hair has! Well, I was scared he'd might try to do something, so I asked him if he could please go away… and then he sneered at me, and said something which didn't make sense at all." Harry dropped her chin. It could be just a normal Muggle hobo, but if he was chanting things that didn't make sense to Lyn, it could might as well be a wizard on the run. A Death Eater.
"When was this?" he asked shortly, and Lyn looked at the watch around her wrist.
"About two hours ago. I think he's still there. Do you mind checking it out for me?" she pleaded, and Harry smiled grimly at her.
"I have to. I can't let anyone hurt my friend." Lyn smiled, and let go of his wrist, which she had been holding since she hugged him.
"Thank you, Harry." Harry turned around, and walked out the door, grabbing a flash-light from the table beside the door. He prefered using lumos when he needed light, but he couldn't use his wand around Muggles. And there were a lot of Muggles around him now. He walked down the stairs, and headed upwards, pointing the flashlight anywhere.
He had been pacing the street for a few minutes, when someone came walking towards him. Harry narrowed his eyes, and pointed the flashlight at the person.
"Bloody Muggle, get away from me!" the shabby person sneered, hiding his face with his hands. Harry sighed: so it was a wizard. He'd think it was a Death Eater, but this person just looked like a pathetic, alcoholic wizard. Probably one of the purebloods that had fallen apart when Lord Voldemort was killed. Harry drew his wand, just in case, and took a few steps closer to the person.
"I am not a Muggle," he said softly, showing the person his wand. The stranger was still hiding his face, so Harry couldn't see anything else than his awfully dirty hair, and his haunted, gray eyes. When Harry stepped closer, so that the person could see him more clearly, his gray eyes widened in surprise and shock. He stumbled back, and Harry furred his brows. Had he done something?
"Don't be afraid, I'll help you," Harry tried, but the person just shot him a vicious glare.
"I don't need your help, get away," he mumbled, now trying to run away. But Harry's hand shot forward, and grabbed his arm.
"I can't let you stay here, I'm sorry. I'll take you to the ministry-" The person interupted him by snapping away his arm, and dropping the cloth that covered his face. Even though his face was covered in dirt, Harry could still recognize that sneer, those hateful gray eyes, and that pointy nose…
"Malfoy?!" he screamed, dropping the flashlight and stumbling back. Malfoy sneered, but didn't try to run away. He just stood where he was, his arms crossed over his chest. Harry refound his balance, and picked up the flashlight. He pointed the flashlight at him, and Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
"Don't point that thing at me," he sneered, and Harry couldn't understand how he hadn't recognized the voice earlier. He turned the flashlight off, and stepped closer, so that he could see Malfoy even in the dark.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his voice silent. Malfoy just huffed: he wasn't going to answer. Harry sighed. He grabbed Malfoy's arm, who jumped and tried to break free.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" he shouted, and Harry pulled him with him.
"You look like shit, you moron. And you can't stay here: you're scaring the Muggles." Malfoy mumbled something, and Harry came closer.
"What?" Malfoy sighed, and stopped struggling.
"Fine. Where are you taking me?" Harry pulled him with him, towards Lyn's house. He had to tell her he was leaving, or she'd be scared out of her mind.
"Home. But first, I have to talk to my friend. She's the one who told me about you." Malfoy picked up a quicker pace, so that he was walking beside Harry.
"Is she the annoying Muggle who's talking all the time?" Harry shot him a deadly glare, and the blond – though you couldn't see it now – pulled his shoulders. Harry sighed, and walked up the stairs, still holding Malfoy's dirty arm. He opened the door, and was greeted by Lyn's shriek.
"Did you find him? Oh…" she said, stopping in the doorway. She was staring at Malfoy, who looked like he was ready to kill. Harry sighed, and rubbed his temple with his free hand. He didn't need all this right now.
"Yes, I found him. I- he's an old… I know him," Harry said at last, and Lyn nodded. She was still staring wide-eyed at the filthy man beside Harry, not blinking once.
"I'll take him with me home. I just came by to tell you," Harry said, his voice tired. Lyn nodded, and ran over to give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then Harry turned around, and pulled Malfoy with him. They walked down the street, until they came to a deserted area, where Harry could take Malfoy in a side-along Apparation.
They arrived in front of Harry's house, both exhausted. Harry was tired after working for days, while Malfoy was tired after… well, Harry didn't know what Malfoy had been doing. After Voldemort was killed, the Malfoy family had disappeared totally. Everyone assumed that they were killed: even Harry. He had felt a slight pain in his chest for losing a person he had been fighting with for so long. Ever since the first trip to Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy had been Harry's arch nemesis. They had been fighting for years, and it had just gotten worse. So when Malfoy disappeared, Harry had felt both relived and sad.
"Come on," Harry mumbled, pulling Malfoy with him. The other man yelped, but followed without a word. This made Harry curious beyond compare: four years before, the last time Harry had met the youngest of the Malfoy's at school, he would never let Harry boss him around in any way, not even if it could save his life. But now, Malfoy followed without a word, he even let Harry hold his arm.
Harry decided not to think about it. Instead, he locked them into his house, and told Malfoy to take off his shoes. When he said this, Malfoy just stopped, and stared at Harry. Harry stared back, before he looked down at Malfoy's feet. No shoes, no socks, just bare skin. His mouth formed an 'o', before he looked back up at Malfoy. Hurt was visible in his eyes, and Harry swallowed.
"Well, come on in. I'll let you take a shower, and then I'll find some clean clothes for you." Malfoy nodded, and let Harry guid him into the bathroom. Harry pointed at the shower, and then at the lockets under the sink.
"Towels are in there." Malfoy stared at him for a long time, before he nodded. It was as if the anger he had showed earlier just disappeared. Harry stopped too, and looked at him.
"What?" he asked, and Malfoy turned around.
"Nothing." And then he started to undress, so Harry hurried out. He walked into the livingroom, and sat down in his favourite chair, head in hands. He had walked around for three years, thinking that Malfoy was dead. And then he showed up in a Muggle street, dirty and without hope. He looked like he was ready to lie down and die any moment. Harry felt relived: if he hadn't found him, that might've been what would've happened. And even if he hated Malfoy's guts, he couldn't find it in his heart to wish for him to die.
Half an hour went by, and the water was still pouring down in the bathroom. Malfoy was dirty, but now Harry was getting impatient: he wanted some answers. So he got to his feet, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Malfoy? Are you there?" he shouted. No answer. He knocked again, and still he didn't answer. Harry groaned, and rubbed his temples again. He was getting a headache. He carefully pushed the door open, and looked inside.
Malfoy was sitting on the floor in the shower, his back in the corner and his knees drawn up to his chest, hiding his privates. He was resting his forehead on his knees, and water was pouring down his once again white-blonde hair. Harry swallowed, and stepped inside. He couldn't let him stay like this: he'd drown himself.
"Malfoy, you have to get up," Harry said softly, but Malfoy didn't respond. Harry walked closer, and sat down on his knees in front of him. He stroke away the other man's hair, which now reached his elbows, if Harry had to guess, and tried to force his head up.
"Malfoy, please. Look at me." Malfoy slowly lifted his head, and looked at Harry with his gray eyes.
"What do you want for helping me?" he said, something that shocked Harry. Did he really think he'd make Malfoy pay in some way for rescuing him?
"I don't want anything. Just finish up here and then we'll talk." Malfoy just shook his head, and hid his face in his arms again.
"No, I don't want to. Just let me drown here or something. You don't care anyways." Harry sighed, and got to his feet. He grabbed Malfoy's shoulders, and pulled him up standing.
"I do so care. Don't think I'm still holding old school-grudges against you. Now, I'll help you clean yourself up, and then you'll rest: you're not ready for any questions right now." Malfoy stared at him, face blank. Harry sighed, and reached for the soap behind Malfoy's back. Harry's clothes were soaked by now, since he was standing halfway under the shower. Harry squeezed some of the liquid into his palm, then he rubbed it over Malfoy's shoulders and chest. The blond was staring at him, his eyes wide.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I thought you'd be disappointed when you found out I was alive." Harry had turned Malfoy around, and was now rubbing his back. His skin was still as white as ever, but he was a lot skinnier than he had been. Harry guessed he hadn't been eating very well lately. He felt his heart tighten in compassion. This wasn't the same boy he had been fighting with since first grade. This was a man who needed his help, but was too proud to ask for it. But he had also lost some of his old pride: he simply didn't care what happened to him.
"Because you're not the person I hated." It was a simple answer, which didn't give any room for new questions, so Malfoy didn't ask. Harry looked at his long, unruly hair, and sighed.
"I'll have to cut your hair." Malfoy just nodded, so Harry turned around to find a scissor.
It took some time to get Malfoy's hair straight, but when he managed, it looked just like it had looked like before. Without the hairgel, of course. He still looked like he could use some food and a good nights sleep, but he did look a lot better. When Harry had finished him up, he wrapped him in a towel, and took a step back. He found it hard to hold back a laugh.
Malfoy looked like a child, wrapped in a huge towel from the top of his head to his knees. His thin legs looked even thinner now, and Harry had to let out a little laugh.
"What?" Malfoy asked, his voice grumpy.
"I'm sorry. You just… you look a bit like a child," Harry giggled, holding one hand over his mouth. Malfoy sent him a deathly glare, and Harry burst into laugh. The old Malfoy he knew was back, and he could do nothing but laugh. When he had finished his laughing fit, he looked at Malfoy again, who still looked like a grumpy child who didn't get chocolate. Harry smiled, and opened the bathroom door, shaking a bit when the cold air hit his wet clothes.
"Come on, you can sit in the livingroom while I go up and get some clothes," Harry said, and Malfoy nodded. He followed Harry into the livingroom, where he sat down on the sofa, pulling his feet up under him. Harry opened his mouth to say something, when the doorbell rang. He swore, and ran out to open it. He didn't even think about his wet clothes.
"Yeah?" he said, opening the door. Hermione stared at him, unable to speak. She held a hand over her pregnant stomach, while the other was holding a plastic bag with food. She knew that Harry was very busy lately, so she often brought him food. She raised an eyebrow at his clothes.
"I know that you've been busy lately Harry, but you should take the time to take off your clothes before you shower." Harry blushed, and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uhm, well… I'll go change now, just… just wait here, okay?" he said, after thinking a little. Malfoy wouldn't say anything, and if Hermione just stayed in the hallway, Harry wouldn't have to explain things just yet.
"Sure. You run and get some dry clothes on, and then you'll tell me why you've been in the shower with your clothes on. Or whatever you have been doing." Harry gave her a weak smile, before he ran back to his bathroom. He quickly found some dry clothes, and walked back to the hallway. It was empty. He felt his heartbeat speed up, and he ran into the livingroom, where Malfoy was sat… talking to Hermione.
"So… what are you going to do now?" Hermione said, as if nothing had happened and she just met Malfoy at the shop where he had been working for four years. Though that wasn't the fact. Harry swallowed, and walked towards them. Malfoy shot him a glance, then he looked back at Hermione, who was smiling at Harry.
"Hey, Harry. You didn't tell me you found Draco, and that he's alive." Harry's eyes widened in surprise. She had called him Draco. His first name. He couldn't remember a single time she had done that. Malfoy was staring at her, with good reason.
"Well… you know now," Harry said, feeling awkward. Hermione smiled, and stood up.
"Yes, I do. Oh well, I'll leave you two alone, goodbye," she said, and with that, she left. All of it – from Hermione arriving and to Hermione leaving – had happened so fast, Harry barely had time to process it. Malfoy was still sitting in the sofa, though, with the towel around his body. He was staring at Harry, wide eyed, and Harry sighed, before sitting down.
"I'll ask you to tell me everything tomorrow, okay? Now you're going to bed," the black haired boy said, and Malfoy nodded. He followed Harry when he got to his feet, and they both walked upstairs, and into Harry's bedroom.
"You can borrow my bed. I'm sleeping on the sofa." Malfoy nodded, but didn't move. Harry stared at him, face blank. Then he blushed. Malfoy didn't have any underwear or pyjama. He made his way over to his closet, and found a clean pair of boxers, and a pyjama shirt he could borrow. He tossed it over to him, and turned around to let him get dressed. When he had finished, Harry turned back, and once again, he had to hide his laugh behind his hand. Harry's boxers were too big for Malfoy, at least around his legs, so he looked ridicolous, and the shirt – which was too big for Harry – was way too big for Malfoy's small frame.
If Malfoy had been anyone else than Malfoy, Harry would've though he was incredibly cute. But it was Malfoy, and even if he wasn't the same person as he was before, he was Harry's old arch nemesis, and he couldn't think things like that about him. His thoughts were interrupted by Malfoy's shout:
"Will you stop laughing at me?! I'm tired of people laughing at me, telling me I'm crap! And you even had the guts to say that you didn't hold any grudges against me anymore, ha! You're just like you was before, you're just waiting for an opportunity to… to… to do whatever you used to do back in school!" Harry's jaw dropped open. Malfoy looked like he was going to jump at him and attack him, scratch out his eyes and break his neck, or something like that. Harry actually backed away one step, and Malfoy groaned loudly, before he turned around and hid his face in his hands. He was making some strange sounds, as if he tried growling and sobbing at the same time.
"Malfoy, I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing that way. You just looked funny, and-" Harry started, but was interrupted by the pillow Malfoy had sent flying in his direction. It hit his head, and he stumbled backwards. Malfoy huffed, and turned around again. He was once again acting like a spoiled brat – or a betrayed woman.
"Seriously, Malfoy. I wasn't laughing at you because I find you amusing." Malfoy just growled, and Harry came closer, fully aware of what angry people could do if they just wanted to. But Malfoy didn't move, so Harry just came closer and closer, until he could place on hand on his shoulder.
"Go away," Malfoy sneered, and Harry rolled his eyes, though Malfoy couldn't see it, since he had his back against Harry.
"Will you even concider listening to me? If I was out to get you in some way, I'd just called the Ministry and let them fix it up. After what I've learned about them, they'd write it everywhere, if they knew that you were alive. But instead, I took you home, and now I'll have some serious thinking to do to keep you away from the Ministry for a while, at least. You're not ready to defend yourself, but you will be. I will make sure of it." When Malfoy turned around, Harry was expecting something like him telling him to fuck off, or a smack in the face. What he didn't expect, was Malfoy placing his hands on his cheeks, and kissing him forcefully. Harry backed away, and Malfoy followed, pushing him on the bed while kissing him again and again.
"What the fuck Malfoy?!" Harry said, as he pushed the thin man away from his lips. There was a hunger in his eyes, something resembling a wild animal, and he pushed Harry down again. Harry couldn't believe he was this strong.
"I haven't had anyone in four years, Potter. Just because you are you doesn't mean I won't let a chance for some sex slip away." Harry's eyes widened in shock, but he couldn't find it in him to push Malfoy away when he once again pressed his lips to Harry's. A soft tongue slipped over his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth, letting Malfoy in.
Malfoy's hands were soft as they slipped under Harry's shirt, burning on his cold skin. Harry arched his back into Malfoy's touch, and the blond gripped his hips, holding him still. Harry grunted, displeased, and Malfoy bit his lip hard.
"What did you do that for?" Harry mumbled, running his hands up and down the blond's body. Malfoy purred, and kissed his neck.
"To stop you from moving." Harry growled, and grabbed Malfoy's waist, and flipped him around. If he just stopped being a whimp, he was stronger than the small man who was now beneath him. Harry grinned down at him, and kissed him, opening his shirt again. Malfoy bit his tongue when Harry slipped it past his lips, before he pushed his own tongue inside Harry's mouth, sucking up the blood he had drawn.
"Will you please behave?" Harry sneered, as they broke the kiss. Malfoy smirked at him, and at that moment, he looked so much like his old self, Harry was wondering what the fuck he was doing.
"I don't like being bossed around, Potter. You should know that." Harry growled, and ripped off Malfoy's shirt, attaching his lips to his white chest. Malfoy moaned loudly, and grabbed Harry's hair. His rock-hard erection was rubbing against Harry's stomach, and Harry felt himself getting just as hard as the blond.
"Damn it, Potter, I'm not a girl! I don't need foreplay," Malfoy panted, janking at Harry's hair. And with that, Harry ripped off Malfoy's boxers which were really his, before he sat up, straddling Malfoy's hips and ripping off his own clothes. It didn't took more than a minute or so before Harry too was naked, and they were once again kissing.
Harry was twenty years old and a virgin. Obviously, Malfoy wasn't, so Harry was not planning on telling him so. He knew how sex worked, he wasn't completely brainless, but he wasn't sure if he would do it right. If he was supposed to be inside Malfoy, he might hurt the blond. And even if he still had that old, rotten feeling of hate somewhere inside his heart, he didn't want to hurt the other man.
But Malfoy noticed that Harry was hesitating, and flipped them over again.
"If you're going to keep on acting like a girl, this is the best solution anyways." Harry swallowed, and nodded, letting Malfoy put three fingers inside his mouth to soak them in salvia. Then he brought them down to Harry's ass, and pressed one inside, quickly pulling it back and forth. Harry gasped at the intrution, and clenched his muscles. Malfoy didn't wait for him to adjust – he probably didn't expect Harry to be a virgin – but showed another finger inside, making the pain worse. Harry realized that he had to relax to make the pain go away, and bit his lip to force himself into relaxing.
It wasn't as hard as he though it would be, especially not when Malfoy hit a bundle of nerves inside him, which made him gasp out and arch his back. Malfoy smirked, and added another finger. Harry kept his face blank, as he forced himself to relax again.
"There," Malfoy mumbled, and pulled out his fingers. Harry made a displeased sound: the fingers felt too good. But he shut up when Malfoy grabbed his legs, and wrapped them around his waist. He grabbed his erection, and positioned it on Harry's prepared entrance, before he pushed in roughly.
The pain was so complex, so intense, Harry felt tears run down his cheeks. Malfoy had his eyes closed, so he couldn't see this, and Harry kept himself from screaming out. He placed one hand over his mouth, and squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to ignore the pain. He couldn't understand how anyone could find pleasure in this.
Soon, it became a dull pain, which throbbed forcefully in Harry's lower back as Malfoy moved. Harry had just managed to relax, as Malfoy picked up a quicker and harder pace, slamming into him with such force, it drew a strangled cry from Harry's throat. Malfoy opened his eyes, and stopped abruptly.
"Oh, Merlin," he mumbled, and bent down, removing Harry's hand from his mouth and kissing him carefully.
"I'm… sorry," Harry said, his voice thick with pain. Malfoy sighed, and pulled out of him. The brunette yelped, and turned over to his side to try and dull the pain. Malfoy rolled of him, and pulled him into an embrace.
"Merlin Potter! You have to tell me if you're a virgin! Do you have any idea how much I could've hurt you?" Harry growled, and refused to look at Malfoy. This was just too embarrasing. The blond sighed, and nuzzled his nose into Harry's neck. He ran his hands over his chest and stomach, before he let them run over his hips, and to his lower back, light like feathers. He slipped them over his bum, massaging carefully. Harry sighed, and tried to relax – again. Malfoy kissed his neck softly, as he slipped his fingers between Harry's ass cheeks, still massaging carefully. He slipped one finger into his abused hole, very, very carefully. It still stung, but Harry moaned softly, and felt himself relax completely under Malfoy's still massaging hands.
The finger moved slowly in and out, deeper for each thrust. After a while, it hit the delicious bundle of nerves, and Harry cried out, moving his hand behind his back and grabbing Malfoy's hip, digging his nails into his skin. Malfoy smirked, and pushed his finger deeper again, making Harry gasp and dig his nails deeper.
After a while, Malfoy decided it was time for another finger, and as carefully as possible, he pushed the next finger inside, stretching him. A whimp escaped Harry's lips, and he once again tightened his grip on Malfoy's hip, this time in discomfort. Malfoy kept on massaging his bum softly to make him relax, while he slipped his fingers in and out, scissoring them carefully. Harry leaned his head back, letting Malfoy kiss his neck tenderly as he scissored him. When the pain eventually turned over and became pleasure, Harry pushed back, trying to make Malfoy push deeper to hit his prostate. The blonde got the hint, and pressed his fingers deeper, feeling around inside him. When he pressed the spot, Harry moaned loudly, and clenched his muscles a little around Malfoy's fingers.
"Mm," Harry mumbled, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest. Sweat was running down his forehead and chest, making his tanned skin shine. Malfoy was kissing and licking his neck, moaning softly. And when Malfoy added another finger, it barely hurt, since Harry's attention was drawn against the massaging and kissing. This time, when Malfoy stretched him, it only felt good, though he could feel the pain lurking if the blonde was a little rough. But he was careful, so careful it made Harry crave for more.
"I'm going to try again now, okay?" Malfoy mumbled into his ear, and Harry swallowed. Then he nodded, and closed his eyes. He forced himself to stay completely relaxed as Malfoy pulled his fingers out, and grabbed his thigh and lifted it up. They were lying on their sides, Malfoy pressed agains Harry's back, and Harry's left leg now raised to give Malfoy better access.
When Harry felt Malfoy's very hard erection nudge his hole again, he bit his lip and opened his mouth, feeling his heartbeat speed up in fear. Malfoy's free hand was stroking his bum, before it moved over his hip to wrap around his waist. Harry took a deep breath, and felt the fear disappear.
Though, he could feel the pain return when Malfoy slowly pushed in, and the urge to clench his muscles also rushed back to him. But when Malfoy felt this, he stopped, and didn't move before Harry was relaxed again. Before Malfoy pushed inside, he had done a lubrication spell with Harry's wand, so that the experience became less painful. Now he filled Harry completely, and the dark haired boy drew in a sharp breath. It hurt, but not even half as much as it did the first time. He felt like the most girlish boy in history, especially concidering that Malfoy was smaller than Harry thinner, not down there.
Malfoy pulled Harry closer, so that it wasn't possible to get anything between their bodies, not even sweat. Then he slowly moved back and forth, trying to reach deep down, without hurting Harry. He slipped his other hand around Harry's waist too, so that both of his arms were wrapped completely around the other boy. Then he pushed inside, a bit rougher than he had before, and Harry gasped, arched his back and grabbed Malfoy's hands. Malfoy smirked. He had found the spot.
"Merlin, Malfoy," Harry moaned, when Malfoy pushed inside again, knowing the pleasure he gave Harry. He picked up a slightly quicker pace, and Harry grabbed Malfoy's hand, bringing it to his mouth and sucking one finger inside his mouth. It tastet salty from their sweat, and Harry closed his eyes, and let his tongue swirl around Malfoy's white fingertips, drawing a moan from the man.
Malfoy grabbed Harry's waist tighter, as he felt the familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, the burning feeling that told him it would soon be over. He grunted, and buried his face in Harry's shoulder, pushing in deeply. Then he reached down with his free hand, and took a hold on Harry's erection, pumping hard. The dark haired boy let out a strangeled yelp, and bit down on Malfoy's fingertips, while he arched his back. Malfoy sqeezed hard, while he pushed inside, hitting his prostate dead on. Harry's eyes flew open, and he clenched his muscles hard around Malfoy, before he came hard into Malfoy's hand. The pressure around Malfoy's erection was too much: he spilled his seeds deep into Harry, grabbing his waist again and holding onto him hard.
"Nngh…" Malfoy felt his body go limp, and he panted heavily. Harry relaxed, and let Malfoy's hand move from his mouth and down to his chest, stroking it gently.
Malfoy didn't feel like pulling out of the other man, but he did anyways. Harry sighed when he felt Malfoy's now limp limb slip out of him, and he turned around to get an after-sex kiss. Malfoy wrapped his arms tightly around his body again, and kissed him hungrily on the lips. Then they broke apart, and Harry slipped down, resting his head on Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy…
"I guess it's time to call you Draco," he mumbled, and Draco giggled. He stroke his fingers through the dark hair of the man lying on his shoulder, thinking it was funny how things had turned out. He had been pacing a Muggle street for days, hoping he'd die soon. Now, he was holding his old arch nemesis after having very, very good sex with him, and feeling warm and sleepy.
"Harry," Draco mumbled, as if to try the feeling of saying his name. Harry sighed, and tilted his head back, kissing Draco's chin tiredly. He was exhausted: losing your virginity wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Draco reached after the blankets, and wrapped them around both of them. Harry came closer, and wrapped his legs around Draco's thin waist. Draco felt safer than he had for years.
"Go to sleep. I'll tell you everything tomorrow," Draco mumbled, closing his eyes. He was so tired… Harry was barely awake, as he grabbed Draco's hand, holding it hard.
"Good night. Don't leave." Draco swallowed, and kissed Harry's hair.
"I won't. Go to sleep now." Harry so did, and Draco sighed.
He waited for one hour, until he was sure that Harry was asleep, before he got up from the bed, and pulled on the pair of boxers Harry had ripped off him not long ago. Then he stopped, and looked at the sleeping man on the bed. He swallowed, and a pang of guilt hit him in the chest. Then he reached after Harry's wand, and raised it.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
A/N: So, what do yah think? Angsty enough for you? It wasn't supposed to be angsty. I'm just in a mood now, since I'm stressed out of my mind, so I decided the world needed some angst. Hate it, love it, be totally in-different… leave me a review anyways. They make me happy. And I like being happy. Author out.