Title: Draco's task (Chapter 2 of 3)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning: Non-con, Dub-con, strong language, scenes of a strong sexual nature, angst, dark, smut
Summary: Draco was glad to see that Harry was getting so much of his strength back. It pained him somewhat watching him shuffle about with no sense of being or emotion. He only wished that it didn't come out so violently.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JKR, this is written purely for fun.
A/N: Beta'd by the wonderful spicykittins who was so helpful and made this fic so much better
Draco was glad to see that Harry was getting so much of his strength back. It pained him somewhat watching him shuffle about with no sense of being or emotion. He only wished that it didn't come out so violently.
After a week of the pair being stuck in Draco's home with the bell ringing the task at hand was becoming a little second nature. It scared Draco to think it, but it was like a nice routine that he found himself and he was more than a little shocked to discover how much he enjoyed it, how much he enjoyed being with Harry, nestled between those beautiful thighs.
Within that week, Draco had fed Harry well and allowed him to sleep when he needed to, unless of course the bell rang and he was ordered to revive him. This caused Harry to get some of his old self back, including his fight.
After so many of their 'moments' together, Draco never bothered to tie Harry up anymore, preferring to feel his fingers skip delicately down his back. However sometimes, Harry used it as an opportunity to fight against Draco's attempts. And Merlin, did he fight back!
Draco gave a particularly delicate thrust into Harry's body, hearing himself moan whilst Harry tensed beneath him. They had been at it for a good seven minutes and Draco's neck was covered in scratches by Harry's struggling.
"Get off me," Harry growled, pulling hard at Draco's hair.
Draco yelped but merely tightened his grip around the boy further, wrapping his arms around his back. The mattress beneath Harry squeaked as Draco thrust in and Harry couldn't hold back the choked groan.
"Stop," He begged.
Draco sighed as he lowered his head and planted an open mouthed kiss on him. Harry responded hungrily forgetting himself, before swiftly biting down hard on Draco's lip.
Draco pulled his head back forcefully and felt his lip throb. Harry released his hair then with one quick movement, punched Draco across the face. Draco stared down at him in stunned disbelief and Harry glared back, his eyes raging with anger but most of all Draco could see immeasurable lust.
Grabbing his wrists, Draco pushed them hard and held them against the pillow, whilst his hips became unforgiving and he began to pump viciously into Harry's tight hole. He gasped himself at the force of it and Harry's mouth fell open as quick moans escaped from his throat.
"That feels good doesn't it?" Draco panted unevenly as he stared down at him.
Harry's eyes met his and as he pushed his hips up to meet Draco's, he wordlessly nodded, his arms straining against Draco's relentless body. They both gasped as they continued to stare at each other, Draco suspended above Harry as they fucked hard.
"Fuck," Harry whimpered, his cock quivering against his body.
"Yes," Draco hissed when he saw it, "Come Harry."
"I'm going to- I'm going-"
"Harry please."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Harry's cries were so small they were difficult to hear against the slapping of their skin, but Draco heard it and he relished it.
"Oh God, come all over yourself," Draco said, a mixture of commanding and begging.
Swallowing thickly, Harry stared up at Draco in silence except for his harsh breathing and his moving body. After a few seconds he eventually mouthed, 'Kiss me.'
Draco dropped himself down immediately and kissed Harry's demanding mouth, his tongue delving inside like he owned it. His hands slid up from Harry's wrists to his palms where he entwined his fingers with the other boys.
Harry broke the kiss with a 'Mmm', then gasped as he turned his head to look into Draco's grey eyes again. Eventually, he inhaled hugely and kept it in his lungs whilst his eyes widened and his body stiffened. He cried out something incoherent and hot spurts of come shot up his own chest, even flicking his neck.
Draco stared at him, unable to believe how much come came out of him. As Harry's muscles clenched around him, Draco felt his own cock throb before shooting everything into him, the bell ringing softly on the wall. He kept his eyes focused on the entrancing green ones before slumping forward landing squarely on Harry's torso, feeling thoroughly worn out, his body aching with stinging pain.
As he lay, unable to move, he felt a something wet run up one of his scratches of his neck. Harry licked at his wounds, attempting to sooth them.
"Harry-" Draco began to whisper but Harry interrupted him.
"I'm sorry," He whimpered slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"
"Sh," Draco murmured lifting his head. "It's Ok."
Harry winced when he saw the bruise that was forming across Draco's lower lip. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers softly over it. Draco caught them with his hand and squeezed them delicately.
"I am sorry," Harry whispered.
Draco smiled at him faintly before dropping down again, resting his head on Harry's chest, his cock still snug in his hole.
Draco swung idly around in his father's chair. He looked around the study feeling a mixture of relief and anguish. This room used to appear so threatening to him as a child. This was where his father conducted business and would be writing important letters and memo's to distinguished members of the Ministry. Now, it seemed to have paled in his father's fall from grace. Draco saw how his father was no longer respected around the men that had once snapped to attention with the faintest of looks and, with that, the room seemed to also lose its respectability.
He stared at the dark brown wood desk, which was polished perfectly, so he could almost see his reflection. Blank sheets of parchment were stacked in the corner next to a quill and ink pot. It appeared to be waiting his for his father, but Draco thought maybe it would never see him again.
Draco felt his lips twitching downwards and there was a slight prickle in the corner of his eyes. He tried to stop his muscles from giving in and leaned back with a sigh. Then, he heard a light tapping from the door.
"Yes?" He called.
The door opened and Harry stepped into the room, his eyes seemed to widen slightly as he looked at Draco, but his face was expressionless.
"I've been looking for you," Harry said in a low voice.
"Were you?" Draco asked indifferently, but Harry nodded quickly.
"Yes, but I couldn't find you. I've been looking for ages, and you weren't anywhere." There was something in Harry's tone that suggested that he had been quite worried and this did not please Draco at all. He didn't like hearing Harry distressed.
"Well you've found me now," Draco replied calmly, though his eyebrows creased together.
He watched as Harry sighed in relief a little, then his eyes began to scan his surroundings.
"Nice room."
"It's my fathers," Draco stated still watching Harry carefully.
Harry's face twitched a little but he nodded his head, his eyes still roaming. Draco didn't have a doubt in his mind that Harry was thinking about Death Eater's and how 'cruel' his father is. Draco felt a sudden rush of blood to his face and his stomach tightened. He had almost forgotten the reason his dad was in such a mess with the Dark Lord. He had been disgraced because of Potter and his merry band of friends at the Ministry.
Thoughts flooded Draco's brain viciously. It's Potter's fault I'm even in this situation, he only has himself to blame. If he hadn't gone there and defied my father, Potter ruining everything, Potter destroying my family... Harry running for his life, terrified he might die... Harry afraid and fighting stronger, more powerful, wizards.
Draco blinked slowly, trying to rid himself of the confusing and conflicting thoughts. From that moment on, he knew he was split in two.
"Did you want me for anything in particular?" Draco asked.
Harry turned to him quickly and his mouth dropped and he blushed a little. Fuck, that flush!
"Um," Harry replied, "No not really."
"Well, why were you so desperate to find me then?" Draco asked cocking an eyebrow.
Harry went to speak but nothing came out, so instead he shrugged. Draco fought against a smile and failed miserably. He opened his mouth to speak but the bell that was hanging from the wall near the door softly rang. Chills of anticipation rolled down Draco's back.
He looked at Harry as he rose from his chair and marvelled at how quickly he turned into a little boy right before his eyes. His arms quickly wrapped themselves around him and his head lowered so he was staring at the floor. He seemed to shrink away from Draco's coming presence.
The moment Draco placed his hand on Harry's cheek the ringing stopped and they were left in a penetrating silence. Even though Harry attempted to shy away from the upcoming event, he still pushed his face into the caress, closing his eyes.
Draco ran his hand slowly down Harry's front, feeling his muscles in his stomach twitch, before tugging at the hem of his top and pulling it over his head. Harry's bare chest was glorious, all pale skinned and hard; his ribs only ever so slightly visible under his skin. Draco bent down and kissed his torso. He hummed and moaned at the sweet taste of him.
"You're so delicious, Harry," He whispered wetly against his naked skin.
Harry's head lolled back and he sighed, "So are you."
Draco smirked as he felt Harry tense beneath him at the admission. He lowered his hands more to undo his trousers. He felt the experience was more sensual when he undressed Harry himself.
Eventually they were both naked, so grabbing his hand Draco led Harry to the large desk in the room. An act of defiance against his father's image and what the room had once meant thrilled him so much, he was surprised he didn't come right there and then.
As they reached the other side, Draco turned round and kissed Harry full on the mouth. It was open mouthed and full of tongue, and Draco wanted to melt as Harry kissed him back just as hard. Then, as they broke apart, he turned him around and bent him over the polished top.
Harry instantly gasped and tried to pull himself up.
"No," He said quickly, "Not like this."
"Why not?" Draco asked, looking at their position and feeling loving excitement burning in the pit of his stomach knowing they'd never done it like this before.
Harry seemed to struggle with a retort, his breath leaving him shakily as he continued to push himself up. Draco placed his hands forcefully onto his shoulders to hold him down in place.
"Don't worry. It'll still feel good."
Harry moaned at the back of his throat, not sounding too pleased. Draco let go of one shoulder to grab his wand from the desk and cast the lubrication spell, before tossing it behind him. Then spreading Harry's cheeks apart with one hand, he glided himself in. As soon as he had sunk all the way in, he sighed. He loved how easy it was to be inside Harry now.
Harry made a low choking noise at the back of his throat as Draco thrust slowly into him. His hands scrabbled in front of him, trying to find something to grip onto. Eventually he found the edge and held onto it tightly. He moved his hips back meeting Draco's hips with his own, feeling the other boy's hot member inside of him. His own cock pulsed with quivering excitement... he kind of hated himself for it.
"Draco," Harry whispered.
Placing his other hand back onto Harry's shoulder, Draco pushed in a little more forcefully, before asking, "What?"
Harry made a low keening sound before finding the ability to reply.
"Can - can-"
"What?" Draco asked breathlessly.
Harry turned his head so his face lay flat on the wooden top. He panted desperately, soft moans leaving his lips.
"Can you touch me, please?" His voice was almost lower than a whisper and Draco strained to hear it. His stomach flipped when he realised the words.
Bending down, Draco placed a kiss on Harry's shoulder blade.
"Of course," He murmured.
He curled his hand beneath Harry's body and gripped tightly at his throbbing and oozing cock.
"Yes!" Harry cried.
Draco began pumping his hand up and down, his fingers brushing the sticky head.
"That feel good?" He purred in Harry's ear.
Whimpering at the back of his throat and unsure of whether to thrust back against Draco's cock or forward against his hand, Harry nodded.
"Bet you don't feel as good as I do," Draco whispered roughly.
Harry raised himself onto his forearms, his body shaking under the pressure, "Feel good does it?"
"Fuck, yes," Draco whispered, "It's you Harry. Fuck - your body, it feels so incredible."
Biting his lip nervously, Harry clenched the muscles in his arse. Draco's thrusts stuttered and he momentarily squeezed harder on Harry's cock.
"Shit!" Draco cried, "Fuck, do that again!"
Harry complied, his face a mixture of curiosity and hesitance. Draco moaned heavily, his head falling forward so his open mouth landed Harry's shoulder. He panted against his skin and Harry couldn't help but hum against the heat.
Draco's thrusts became more erratic and Harry had to grip even tighter to the surface to stop him from sliding across the table.
"Harry, I'm gonna come!" Draco cried.
Harry panted and gasped before saying, "Me too."
Draco made a pleased noise and pumped his hand faster against the now dripping cock.
"You first," He warned.
"Just keep going," Harry panted.
"Ok."
"Don't stop."
"I won't."
"Shit! Fuck! Don't stop!"
"I won't!" Draco cried against his shoulder. Holding back the urge to tell him he'd never stop fucking him, because he never wanted to.
Harry continued to gasp and whimper until eventually his body stiffened and he made a large noise of complete pleasure as he shot his load over Draco's hand and father's desk.
After a moment of seeing stars, Harry eventually went limp beneath Draco, who was still fucking him like there was no tomorrow. Harry's face lay flat against the wood again as he fought to get his breath back. From the way his head was turned, Draco could see that beautiful flush across one of his cheekbones and his cock, without any warning, instantly began spilling in pleasure. He cried out in a low moan and tried to stifle the cry of the other boy's name by biting his lip, but it was pointless because it was obvious, and he could tell Harry had heard it.
He slumped forward the moment the bell rang and landed squarely on Harry's back. They both panted desperately. Condensation spread on the polished wood as the breath left Harry's mouth.
After a few seconds, Draco turned his head and planted a soft delicate kiss to the back of Harry's neck. Harry instantly lifted his head and strained it around uncomfortably, and Draco could see he was searching. He instantly pressed his lips to the other boy's and wrapped his arms around him, feeling reluctant to let go.
Just as the kiss broke apart, Draco was about to pull out when a noise stopped him. He felt Harry freeze beneath him and they both turned their heads in the direction of the bell on the wall that was chiming again.
"You have got to be fucking joking," Draco muttered quietly.
"I thought Voldemort didn't do jokes," Harry replied, trying to turn around to look at him, but failing as he was pinned down by Draco's rather limp cock.
The bell continued to ring despite their connected bodies, so Draco quickly placed his hand on Harry's back. The bell stopped in an instant. He then lifted himself up completely, letting his soft cock fall from Harry's full and leaking hole.
Harry turned around a little to look at him, but still remained lying, "So what're you going to do?"
Draco glanced down at his cock then back at Harry, whose naked body was always so appealing. Nothing seemed to be happening though. He was too exhausted.
"I don't know if I'm going to be able to-"
"You've done it straight afterwards before though," Harry interrupted remembering their first dining room sex, the time Harry had come for the very first time.
"I know," Draco panted in frustration, "Just I'm fucking knackered, I don't know if I can get the-"
He suddenly stopped and his eyes took on a far away look. Harry watched him carefully before slowly pulling himself up into a sitting position, wincing as his sore and sensitive arse came into contact with the cold wood.
"What?" He whispered when Draco still hadn't stopped looking away from him with a glassy eyed look.
Draco turned to look at him, "I have some potions."
He bent down and picked up his wand, giving it a quick wave and summoning the potions he had left by his bed. After a few seconds of silence they come hurtling into the room. Draco was about to catch the bottle, but Harry and his quick reflexes got their first. He examined it briefly before handing it to Draco.
"Show off," Draco murmured and he felt his heart swell when Harry smiled at him a little.
He uncorked the vial and downed the bottle quickly. He felt the effects immediately as heat rushed the length of him before building in his cock, pushing blood towards it. He glanced down at his erect and full penis before lifting his gaze back to Harry who was staring at it oddly.
"What?" Draco asked in a low voice.
Harry slowly shook his head, before gliding his eyes back up to Draco's.
"Can we do it the normal way this time?" Harry asked.
Draco pulled him from the edge of the table. He walked backwards, his hands gripped at Harry's waist, before falling into his fathers chair pulling Harry onto his lap to straddle him.
"Definitely," Draco smiled, "I prefer it this way too. I like watching your face when you come."
Harry groaned and closed his eyes before gripping at Draco's cock and impaling himself - rather quickly - down onto Draco's lap.
"Fuuuuck," Draco gasped as Harry's tightness surrounded him once more, "I love using my own come as lube."
Harry laughed breathlessly for a small moment before sliding his arms over Draco's shoulders, letting them rest out straight over the back of the chair. He slowly began to move, rotating his hips, thrusting forward, backward, up and down, moaning and whimpering delicately.
"Yeah, that's it Harry," Draco whispered, his head lolling back against the back of the chair, "Fuck yourself on me."
Harry moaned in response and he hated himself for how loud and desperate it was, but he couldn't pull himself together to stop. So instead he leaned forward and kissed Draco softly. Draco was momentarily stunned, and then quickly lifted his hands to Harry's face, cradling him between his fingers.
"Oh Harry," He whispered in between the gentle kisses.
Harry felt his cock twitch at the sound of his name being spoken like that. Draco quickly glanced down as he felt it brush over his stomach.
"Yes," He hissed as looked back up, "Harry I want you to come again."
"I don't know if I can," Harry answered honestly, all the time his cock still hardening.
"Don't worry, I'll make you come," Draco replied confidently.
Harry couldn't help it; he smiled at him as he rode Draco's cock, back and forth. He smiled a wide, breathless smile that seemed to turn Draco's brain to mush and his eyes glaze over at the sight.
He leaned forward so their lips brushed together and whispered, "Make me come, Draco."
Draco nodded furiously and placed his hands on Harry's rotating hips as he pushed up into him. Harry let out a loud cry, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck. His cock was now fully erect again and it was already threatening to explode with pleasure.
"Draco," Harry whispered against his lips, "Draco - Draco - Draco."
"Harry!" Draco cried as he felt his cock throb. "I'm gonna - I'm... please you first, Harry, please."
Harry rode faster; his fingers caressing the back of Draco's neck basking in the soft milky feel of his skin. The hot cock in his body felt too good and soon he was choking breathlessly.
"I'm coming, Draco, I'm-"
He shot out heavily over himself and Draco, and the heat was enough to finally push Draco over the edge. They didn't even register the ringing as it indicated their completion. They merely collapsed into each others arms, Harry's head tucked into Draco's neck whilst Draco kissed his shoulder.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing and recuperating, Draco's hands slid to Harry's waist and indicated for him to get up. Harry, however, merely tightened his hold on him and made a displeased noise.
"Harry, get up," Draco said in confusion.
"I don't want to," Harry replied, his voice tiny.
Draco frowned a little, "But I need to pull out."
"I don't want you to," Harry whispered against his neck.
Draco raised an eyebrow, "But - but-"
"I feel nice and full," Harry said sleepily.
"Harry you aren't making any sense."
Harry yawned and let his body relax. He seemed to be slipping away into slumber, "I can feel all of your come in me too... so much of it."
One arm dropped from around Draco's shoulder and he placed a hand tiredly onto his tender stomach. Draco looked down and put his hand on there too, massaging it softly. Harry hummed tiredly, letting his hand drop from his tummy, allowing Draco to keep rubbing.
"It feels so nice," He murmured.
"You like it?" Draco asked quietly, "I thought you hated it."
"So nice," He mumbled before finally drifting off to sleep.
Draco sat a little stunned at the sleeping boy on his lap that he was still impaling. His hand still caressed at Harry's stomach and he could feel it move as he breathed evenly. He felt something within him purr delicately as Harry slept soundly, so he wrapped his arms around him and held him tight.
Draco lay in his bed, fighting to fall asleep. His room was the same one as the one he had grown up with. He didn't want a different one, even if he did have his pick of the manor. He wanted to stay in this room because it was safe and familiar. Plus, it was right next door to Harry's.
He felt himself smile a little as he thought of the other boy who would be sound asleep in the room next door, his lovely body all tight in a ball and his eyes closed. He could just picture him sleeping and making those soft noises at the back of his throat as he did so.
He quickly scrunched his eyes shut. He wasn't meant to be thinking of stuff like that, not about Harry. This was supposed to be a torturous task for the pair of them... not a pleasurable experience that takes away all the badness they've been through.
He rolled over onto his back and sighed. He jumped a little when he heard a soft tapping at the door. In his rather sleepy state it took him a few seconds to figure out who it was... house elves don't knock.
"Come in Harry," He called.
The door creaked open and black shaggy hair poked through followed by a pale skinny face. His eyes were wary as he stepped into the room.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" He whispered.
Draco shook his head as he pulled himself up onto his elbows, "What's the matter?"
Harry stood in the middle of the room in his tee shirt and boxer shorts looking nervous and deliciously bashful.
"I couldn't sleep," He murmured.
Draco licked his lips and nodded his head. He felt his stomach shoot a jolt of excitement as he slowly peeled back the covers of his bed and patted the mattress.
"Want to get in?"
Harry only hesitated for two seconds before he nodded his head and rather eagerly climbed under the blankets. He curled himself into Draco's chest and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sigh of relief.
Draco slowly pulled his arms around Harry's smaller frame and hugged him to him.
"Are you Ok?" He asked in a small voice.
"Mhmm," Harry nodded.
There was something in Harry's tone that left Draco unconvinced.
"Are you sure?"
Harry shifted in his arms before sighing, "I've just been... thinking."
"What about?"
"How scared my friends must be... not knowing if I'm alive or dead."
Draco tightened his grip around him, "They'll know your safe Harry. The Dark Lord... well, he would want to make it public knowledge that you had been killed, so-"
"I know," Harry interrupted, "but then that just gets me thinking, how worried are they going to be if they think I'm being tortured or something?"
Draco bit his lip and frowned at him. He didn't know what to say to make him feel better, instead he lowered his head and crushed his nose in Harry's hair and kissed his head.
"Run away with me."
The whisper was so quiet that Draco wasn't sure if he'd heard it right. He leaned back a bit to look at Harry better, and the look in his eye told him he hadn't misheard.
"What?" He breathed.
"Please," Harry said softly, "We could escape... together-"
"Harry-"
"Draco, I know you're trapped here too. You're a prisoner just as much as I am, and if we work together, we could do it, we could leave."
"And go where?"
Harry smiled faintly, "The hideout for the Order."
"The Order?" Draco lifted an eyebrow, "Harry, they wouldn't want me there."
"Yes they would!" Harry said eagerly, "They would Draco. If I want you there then so will they."
Draco began to shake his head slowly, "No they won't... not after they find out what I've been doing to you."
Harry's eyebrows creased a little and he began to chew on the inside of his bottom lip.
"They don't have to find out," He replied in a low voice.
Draco looked at him and nodded slowly, comprehension dawning.
"So, I wouldn't be able to touch you like this anymore?" He asked, as he slid his hand slowly up Harry's side.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to suppress a moan, but failed miserably.
"Of course you can," He whispered, opening his eyes again.
Draco shook his head, "No, I wouldn't. As soon as you get back to normal, back to the people you really care about you won't want this anymore. You won't depend on me so much and then you'll realise what I've been doing, you'll remember how it used to feel at first, and then you'll hate me too, and then I'll have no one."
"I promise I won't," Harry replied, his eyes widening, "I would - could never hate you for this."
"You used to," Draco whispered, his eyes becoming increasingly wet.
"That's the thing," Harry replied, also in a whisper, "I only ever hated myself... hated myself for enjoying it so much."
Draco shook his head sadly, "Don't lie Harry."
"I'm not! I'm not lying."
Draco looked away from him and slowly began to turn himself on to his back, his arms slipping from around Harry.
"Don't!" Harry cried, gripping tightly to Draco, ensuring his arms stayed where they were, "Please don't."
Draco sighed and tightened his hold again, "I don't want to end this Harry." He felt a bit sick at admitting it but also felt like a weight had been lifted.
"Neither do I," Harry said honestly, "But I can't stay here. Don't you understand Draco? I've got a responsibility. I need to be out there, fighting. It's up to me to face him and me alone. I can't stay here and expect other people to do it."
"But why? Why does it have to be you?" Draco asked somewhat desperately.
"Because it just does," Harry replied feebly. He stared at Draco, right in the eye, both of them daring each other to look away first. Neither wanted to give in. "If I stay here," Harry continued, "You know I'm going to die-"
"Don't say that!"
"But it's true!" Harry exclaimed, "You know Voldemort's going to get bored of this soon, and then he's going to kill me."
Draco flinched and finally broke their eye contact. Harry grasped his chin and pulled his face to his again.
"You can't hide away from it." He said firmly.
Draco looked at him, his eyes stinging with tears. Harry's eyes were wet too and he wanted desperately to brush the tears away with his lips.
"I can't Harry... my mum and dad... if I leave, they'll be killed," Draco's voice was thick.
Harry sighed and frowned as he let his gaze drop. Draco knew he would never want to take anyone's parents away from them... no one deserved to lose their parents to Voldemort.
Suddenly, Harry gasped chokingly and he began to weep against Draco's chest. Draco didn't know what to do as he felt him shake in his arms, so merely tightened his grip and soothed him with soft words.
He could feel the wet tears against his skin as they ran down Harry's face. He could feel the wet tip of Harry's nose as it was dampened by the onslaught of tears. He could feel wet... lips? Harry placed kisses to Draco's chest through his crying, desperate for intimacy and warmth and just, well... Draco.
Draco complied in an instant and rolled Harry over onto his back, finding his lips with his own. He slowly peeled of Harry's clothes with gentle hands, whilst Harry gasped and moaned beneath him.
Draco had never felt anything as sensual in all of his life as he penetrated Harry's smaller body and began to rock his hips slowly and tenderly. The pair rarely spoke except to whisper encouragement and each others names.
Harry's hands were demanding, yet affectionate, as they stroked down every inch of Draco's back then across his shoulders, over his arms were he held loosely to his fingers.
Draco found himself trapped in those beautiful green eyes as their gazes locked, unable to move throughout. Harry's cheekbones flushed red and glistened in the darkened room, making his elfish features glitter and glow. Draco couldn't stop himself from kissing them repeatedly.
With a final small thrust up against Draco's gently rocking, Harry choked and convulsed. His entire body actually shuddered and spluttered as he came over his quivering tummy and Draco's torso. But the thing that really caught Draco's attention was the shout of his name. Harry had remained eye contact with him as he cried out in ecstasy, "Draco!"
Draco was sure that moment would be with him for eternity. Then, as Harry got his breath back, he said the words he never thought he'd hear.
"Come inside of me. Please Draco."
It only took a few more seconds before Draco was tensing and gasping and moaning for Harry. Harry's back arched up as he felt himself being filled and he smiled faintly at Draco's increasingly sated expression.
When they finally fell side by side, Harry instantly wrapped and curled himself up against Draco's body, trying not to have one part of him that wasn't touching the other boy. He then hummed sleepily, resting his head up against Draco's chest.
"Thank you," He murmured.
Draco, who was running his hands slowly up and down Harry's smooth back, whispered, "What for?"
Harry snuggled himself impossibly further before replying, "For making love to me."
Draco felt his breath hitch and his eyes fill again. He wanted to say something back and he desperately fought to get his mouth to work but he couldn't find the words. So he allowed Harry to drift off to sleep in silence.
After that, it became routine for Harry to come to Draco's room in the middle of the night. They would talk in whispers and confess hidden fears before 'making love' as Harry had called it. Draco didn't know why Harry didn't just come straight into his room every night as they went to bed instead of continuing with the charade of not being able to sleep. He had to admit it always made him nervous as he awaited Harry in his room, in case this night he didn't show. But he did... every night. He knew though that they were just being stubborn as to who suggested it first.
Draco decided to be the bigger man for once in his life, so after two weeks of their night time routine and after a long, pleasure filled, bell ringing day, Draco walked Harry up to his room, where they usually say their goodnights and depart until Harry creeps back into his bed.
As Harry turned to say his farewells, Draco stopped him by grabbing his wrist. Harry glanced up at the bell in confusion, he was certain he never heard it ring.
"It's not that," Draco said sounding a little amused.
"What is it, then?" Harry asked curiously.
Staring at him firmly, Draco asked, "Would you like to come into my room and spend the night with me?"
It was the first time it had been spoken out loud like that and Harry visibly shuddered with delight. His lips quirked upwards and he nodded his head.
Smiling back at him, Draco transferred his hand to Harry's and led him into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. That was the first night they had spent talking about things other than the war and things that scared them. They joked and laughed and when it finally got back down to sex, they giggled and nipped playfully until they fell exhausted in a tangle on the sheets.
The water lapped around his body soothingly. His muscles ached with all the exercise he'd been having with Harry over the last month. The warmth was one of the most pleasurable things in his world, but not the most pleasurable thing. No, that title belonged to the boy that lay on top of him in the bath. His back pressed firmly against his own torso. He had his arms wrapped around Harry's waist and Harry had his own arms resting comfortably on top.
"I wish I could just stay in this bath forever," Harry sighed.
"Mm," Draco agreed, but then said in a bit of a croaky voice, "I think it would get cold after a while though."
Harry shrugged, "We're wizards I'm sure we could think of something."
Draco's lips quirked, "But you don't have a wand."
"No, but you do," Harry replied, "Besides," He continued grinding his hips down against Draco's, "I'm sure you could keep me warm, without magic."
Draco's breath noticeably hitched and Harry chuckled lightly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Potter. I'm likely to pounce."
Harry turned his head on Draco's shoulder to look at his face, "Is that a promise?"
Draco smiled at him as he turned his own head to kiss his lips lightly. They both moaned into it, their lips brushing lightly and delicately together. Draco's hand slid down Harry's chest, feeling his stomach jut in excitement.
"Are you sure you want to stay in here?" Draco asked a little breathlessly.
Harry glanced around the rather small bath and took in its lack of space for enjoyable movement and shook his head, "No, let's get out."
Draco nodded and felt momentarily cold and empty as Harry rose up and out of the bath with a splash. Draco followed suit, and in a tender moment that surprised them both, they began to towel each other down. They giggled at one another as they took in each other's pleasantly surprised expressions.
Once dry, Harry walked into the bedroom and found a pile of clothes waiting for him. His own clothes were getting a little small for him now that he was eating right again, so he had to start wearing Draco's until he could get him some new ones. The only problem with Draco's clothing was that they were still too big for him, due to Harry being a much shorter than he is.
Harry slipped on a pair of boxers and a shirt that was far too big for him. His arms got lost in the sleeves and he had to roll them up to see his hands. As he was just about to button it up, Draco came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, his hands pressing at his chest. Harry instantly melted into the embrace, his own hands curling around Draco's.
Draco leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of Harry's neck. Harry sighed and tipped his head back.
"Harry?" Draco murmured against his skin.
"Yes?" He asked breathlessly.
"Will you come to bed with me?" He lifted his mouth from Harry's skin and allowed him to turn around in his arms, "It doesn't have to be for sex... just to be... together."
He seemed to blush a little, and Harry had never seen anything so adorable. He nodded and allowed Draco to pull him towards the bed. He quickly stepped out of his boxers but kept the shirt on as he slipped beneath the sheets.
As Draco raised an eyebrow at him, Harry smirked, "I like it."
Draco nodded once and smiled at him. They slipped into each others arms easily, staring at each other.
"Draco?" Harry asked, his finger tracing over the other boys lips.
"Yeah?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, "I-" but that was as far as he could find himself going, and instantly closed his mouth again.
"What?" Draco looked at him carefully.
"Nothing," Harry said quickly.
"No, c'mon, tell me."
Harry shook his head, his lips tight together.
"I can force you, you know," Draco smirked.
Harry smiled at him, "I thought you didn't want sex."
Draco leaned in closer, their noses bumping together, "I lied."
Harry chuckled as he found himself being dragged onto his back, and felt Draco's body slip between his thighs. Draco lowered his head and kissed Harry's chest. He scattered them unevenly before he came across a nipple and caught it in his pursed lips. Harry's torso lifted from the bed and his hands wove in Draco's hair.
After two minutes of the assault, making Harry's nipple purple with pleasure, Harry panted, "C'mon, fuck me already."
Draco half laughed half groaned before he pulled himself up so he was eye level with Harry again.
"You've got such a dirty mouth, did you know that?" Draco asked as he waved his wand, lubing them both up.
"You know you love it really," Harry smirked, pulling Draco down for a deep kiss.
As their tongues became entangled, Draco slid himself effortlessly into Harry's body. They both groaned into each others mouth as they began to thrust simultaneously.
"Do you know what the first thing is I think about when wake up?" Harry panted.
"What?" Draco asked, his cock searching for Harry's prostate.
Harry cried out when he found it and had to take a few moments before he could respond.
"I - I - oh fuck... I think about how long its gonna take Voldemort to ring that stupid fucking bell this time, or whether I should just get you to fuck me straight away."
Draco moaned loudly, "Why don't you?"
"Cause you usually beat me to it," Harry replied with gasp. "One of my favourite mornings was waking up to find you already inside of me - fucking me."
"Oh fuck," Draco whispered, "I love fucking this body Harry. I love how small and tight you are. Every inch of you-" He ran his hands down Harry's sides, "is perfect."
"Perfect?" Harry groaned.
"Yes," Draco breathed, leaning down for another kiss, "You're beautiful Harry."
An excited thrill shot up him as he saw Harry's cheekbones flush at his words. He bent down to kiss them, feeling the heat tingle his lips. Harry merely gasped and whimpered at the back of his throat, and when Draco leaned back he had an odd look in his eyes.
Running his hands up Draco's back, Harry looped his arms, pulling Draco closer until their bodies were crushed together.
"I love you."
Draco's eyes widened to the size of galleons and his mouth dropped open as he heard Harry's whispered confession. His cock instantly wrapped itself up in love at the words, clenching itself and coming deep within the other boy. He choked and made a small, high pitched whimper as he came. Harry gasped and closed his eyes briefly as he felt himself being filled. He hummed happily when he felt Draco relax above him and his cock slow its spilling.
When he opened his eyes again, Draco was still staring down at him with a shocked expression. Then seeming to gather his senses, he glanced down at Harry's still hard cock.
"I'm sorry," He mumbled, pulling out.
"It's alright," Harry smiled, but Draco didn't seem to be listening as he crept down Harry's body and engulfed the pink flesh in his mouth.
Harry gasped and instantly thrust away from the mattress, "Oh shit!"
Draco hummed in response and bobbed his head quickly, sucking harder and harder. He seemed to be desperate to make Harry come and didn't care if he gagged or choked. After only a few minutes of the assault, Harry's breathing was sharper and he was thrusting madly into Draco's mouth.
His cock gave a noticeable throb and he felt his balls tighten, and then he was screaming, "I love you! Draco I - I love-"
Then he came hard into the back of Draco's throat. Draco swallowed and swallowed whilst still working hard on Harry's cock. Eventually it fell limply from his lips and he was left with Harry panting desperately at the head of the bed.
He glanced down to his wide legs and saw his hole dripping with cum. Draco's stomach jolted as he watched his own semen oozing from Harry's body. He leaned down and ran his tongue over it and Harry hissed. He tasted the difference between himself and Harry and marvelled at the similarity and the differences. He worked his tongue inside, drilling for more taste before running his tongue up over Harry's smooth sack. Harry continued to pant and whimper desperately as Draco completed in his need to lick Harry all over.
When he had finished attacking Harry's oversensitive and used cock, he crawled up to be face to face with him again. He leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. He always felt surprised when Harry kissed him back.
When he pulled back he whispered, "And of course I love you too."
Harry's breath caught in his throat and his smile seemed to wobble under the effort not to start weeping. Draco smiled at him and kissed him again before collapsing to his side and pulling him to him. The pair fell asleep almost instantly.
Draco was awoken by Kiki who stood at the foot of their bed. She was wringing her hands with nerves as she had to wake her master.
"What is it Kiki?" Draco murmured tiredly.
"Master Draco, sir, it's Master Snape, he is here to see you."
Draco felt himself sigh, which was feeble against the instant rush of panic that he felt. Was this the moment? Had Voldemort sent Snape to fetch Harry to him? Had he become so bored so soon?
He slowly extracted himself from Harry's embrace and bent down to place a kiss on the other boy's forehead. He stared down at the sleeping form for a few moments and felt something similar to panic in his chest and stomach.
"I won't let anything happen to you," He whispered, brushing his fingers over Harry's scar, "I promise... I love you."
He then straightened up and hurriedly got dressed. He battled with his thoughts in these moments. Why hadn't he allowed Harry to escape? Why hadn't he snapped up his offer to run away together? His mum and dad he loved dearly but they were adults and knew what they were getting into better than Draco ever did... why hadn't he saved Harry?
He walked out of the room still questioning himself and was led by Kiki to the entrance hall, where there stood Severus Snape. Draco blinked when he first saw him, for a whole month Harry was the only person he'd seen, or spoken to, and now there was someone else in his house.
"Severus," He greeted with a nod.
Severus did the same as he stepped closer; Draco saw that he looked much paler than usual and that surprised him a little.
"Why are you here?" Draco asked, "Does the Dark Lord wish to see me?"
"No," Severus replied, "He has sent me to, ah, check up on your progress as it were."
"I see," Draco nodded. His uneasiness did not lessen however; this still didn't mean he wouldn't take Harry away from him.
"Well, the Dark Lord is already aware that you are completing the task, as the bell has been ringing at our end when ever he commands you to."
"Well of course," Draco interrupted, "I would never disobey orders."
"Certainly," His eyes scanned the hall surreptitiously before he asked, "Where is Potter, by the way?"
"He is in his room. I usually keep him in there if I have no use for him," Draco lied.
"And how is he dealing with the arrangements?" Severus asked.
"How do you think?" Draco forced an evil smirk, "It almost makes me feel sorry for him."
Severus nodded, "Very well, that's - good, Draco, very good."
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Harry spread out in his sheets basking in the feel of their softness against his skin. He yawned then hummed in contentment before rolling over to wrap his arms around Draco's body. His arm however, merely caught thin air and the empty side of the bed. He cracked open his eyes to see that Draco wasn't there and that he was very much alone.
He stretched and yawned again before he reached down to the floor and picked up his boxers. Draco was probably downstairs cooking them something to eat and he planned to find him and allow him to do all sorts of ungodly things to him.
As he slipped on the underwear he stretched again. The bed really was comfortable. Never mind the bath; he planned to keep Draco hostage in this bed forever. He was about to sit up when a roaring blaze of fire startled him into freezing. He looked over at the fireplace to see a group of people stepping out of the green flames. His eyes widened as he caught sight of his best friends and other members of the Order.
They looked at him with a mixture of relief and anxiety.
"Harry!" Hermione cried through a whisper.
Harry merely lay there staring at them all. His mouth hung open as he was met with familiar face after familiar face; Ron and Hermione at the front of the group, Fred and George behind them with Tonks and Remus. Ginny stood to the side looking like she wanted to cry, and Kingsley with Mr. Weasley and Bill stood at the back.
Eventually he found his voice but it came out croaky, "Wha- what are you all doing here?"
"We haven't got much time," Tonks said quickly, "Snape's only giving us a few minutes and he said if we don't get you out fast the floo will close again."
Harry still didn't move and was still lying in the bed watching his friends stare at him with wide eyes.
"C'mon Harry," Ron said desperately, "We've come to rescue you."
Draco still felt his stomach clench and unclench unpleasantly as he continued to be questioned by Snape. He wished he could give him a moment of peace so he could run upstairs and flee with Harry. Not as if that would be possible though, what with the house a make-shift prison.
Snape was glancing around him still, and Draco couldn't help but think he was slightly nervous. He didn't know why but this entire situation seemed to be putting the pair of them on edge, and it just made him want to run to Harry even more.
He glanced behind his shoulder to the stairs and then back at Snape who was watching him warily.
"I'm just going to check on Ha- Potter, to make sure he isn't attempting anything."
"Really Draco, do you really think there's any need? This place is impossible to escape." Severus said quickly.
"Even so," Draco narrowed his eyes, "I think I'd better check."
Severus scowled a little, "Very well, if you think it is necessary."
Draco turned around with a frown and tried not to rush up the stairs too obviously. When he got half way up he turned to ask Severus if he planned to stay long, but he was greeted by an empty hall. Severus had gone.
The uneasiness increased and Draco thought he was going to be sick with fear and quickly bolted up the stairs to his and Harry's room.
Harry felt himself being dragged to his feet and pulled towards the fire place. He instantly started to fight against the demanding hands and hushed, urgent voices.
"No!" He yelled, "I can't go, I can't leave-"
"Harry what are you talking about?" Hermione asked desperately, "You need to get out of here."
"No!" Harry struggled harder, "I can't leave him. You don't understand, I can't go without Draco."
"What?" Ron demanded still pulling on him towards the fireplace, "After what he's been doing to you Harry! C'mon we need to go."
"If we leave without him, Voldemort will kill him!"
"He deserves it," Fred growled.
"No, he doesn't! Please!" He cried desperately, he could feel tears rolling down his cheeks, but the hands on him were too strong, and there were too many, and eventually they got him into the fireplace, where he screamed and tried to free himself from their bodies.
"I can't lose him!" He yelled, "He can't die, please, you've got to understand! I need him!"
Just then the bedroom door shot open and Draco came rushing in.
"Draco!" Harry shouted.
Draco turned to look at him, sandwiched between the many bodies of the Order. His face was pale except for the beautiful pink flush over his cheekbones, but they were streaked with tears.
"Harry," Draco choked.
Harry reached out to him desperately, before Nymphadora Tonks silently called their location and dropped the floo powder to the floor.
Then in a burst of green flame, Draco took one last look at Harry's face as Harry looked back and then he was gone, and Draco was left on his own in the large house of Malfoy Manor. He knew in that moment, he would never see Harry Potter's face again and that he was now just going to be another Death Eater that died at the hands of his own 'Master'.
