"I wish you'd eat." Draco murmured, watching as the boy nibbled wearily on a roll.
He had went to the house elves and had them set him up with all of the things he knew to be Harry's favorite. He had brought the small feast up into their dorm room, spreading it out on his bed and dragging the boy over.
"I'm trying." He responded, green eyes swinging up. He twisted his fork idly around on his plate. "Thank you do doing this for me."
Draco smiled. "Well, if it helps you then I want to do it for you. I'd do this every meal if it ment that you would eat." He took a bite of his own food, feeling his heart flutter as the boy placed some roast into his mouth.
"It's just so hard to get an appetite. Every time I go down there it's like...it's all I can see, you know?" He took a sip of his drink. "It's all I can hear. So it obviously makes me want to devour a ton of treats." Harry shrugged his frail shoulders. "I never wanted to be this skinny again."
"Again?" Draco blurted out. "You've been this way before?"
Harry nodded slowly, setting his fork down.
"Don't set that fork down!"
He smiled, picking it back up. "Before I found out I was a wizard, the Dursleys kept me in this broom closet, they usually would only give me leftovers...or the bare minimum." He took another bite of roast. "Then...then when I came back from first year, they had given me an actual room...but they usually kept the door locked from the outside." Harry glanced at Draco, whose mouth was slightly agape. "It feels nice knowing I don't have to go there anymore."
"They...they seriously did that to you?" He asked, shocked that even Muggles were capable of such things.
Harry nodded once more. "Yeah, they had even barred the window. The Weasley's pulled them off with their flying car."
Draco bit his lip. "I'm going to spoil you when we leave here." He declared, taking a bite of his vegetables. "I wish I had known these things as a kid, I had always thought that you had known how important you where. I always thought you were a inflated prat." He tilted his head. "When did you find out you were a wizard. That's got to be a surreal experience."
"It was my 11th birthday. I got a letter, but they kept it. Then they just kept owling letters and letters!" He grinned, thinking about the memory. "The whole house had almost been filled at one point!" He took a bite. "They finally lost it, and we went to this remote house, I suppose he thought that they wouldn't be able to owl me from there. Then Hagrid showed up and told me." Harry had never told any one this story before. "He even brought me my first birthday cake."
"You'd never had a birthday cake?" Draco couldn't believe that this was how Harry had lived. Draco had always lived not wanting for anything, anything he could think of was fufilled fov him. He couldn't imagine not even being appreciated on his birthday for eleven years.
"Yup, I'd never had a real Christmas present until Molly had sent me one my first year." He looked at him. "I hope you don't think I'm trying to sob story..." He set his fork down.
"Pick that fork up!" He quipped. "And no, I love learning these things about you." He smiled as food was delivered into the small boys mouth. "It's nice to know more about you, why you are the way are." He pulled a piece of his roll apart, placing it in his mouth. "I'm sorry I'm such a spoiled brat. I can't even begin to imagine the things you've been through. I never had to worry about anything for a long time."
Draco beamed when he saw that after some time, the brunette had managed to clear nearly all of his plate. The boy sat back against the post of the bed, eyes heavy from being full.
"Do you want me to save this tart for later?" He asked quietly, waving his wand and making the rest of the dishes disappear.
Harry nodded. "Probably so, it's my weakness." He laughed, the sound swooping through Dracos' stomach.
He carefully set it on the bedside table. "Do you fancy a game of Exploding Snap or something?" He asked, watching as Harry rubbed his stomach.
"No, I think I'd rather just sit here and talk with you a little longer." Harry shifted, wincing as he grazed his bruise.
Draco started. "Oh shit, I'd forgotten about your bruise." He flung himself off of the edge of his bed, rummaging around underneath it, pulling a small leather luggage case up. He opened the case, which was full of little pots and tins, a squat blue and white striped pot emerging. He set it aside, pulling the cork stopper from its top. "Here, turn around."
Harry obliged, turning his back to the boy. "Where did you get all of these? Are they all medicines?"
The blonde scoffed softly, lifting the back of Harry's sweater, scooping some of the cream out of the pot. "Most are ointments and creams for burns and injuries. I've made a few of them." He smoothed the cream across the now purple skin.
Harry hissed at the cold contact. "Made them? But you never paid attention in Potions...ever." He peered over his shoulder at the boy.
"Just because I wasn't paying attention, doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing." He leaned forward and brushed kisses along the section of exposed spine. "I think I could be a Potions master one day, If the headmaster would let me."
The brunette shivered. He wanted to yank the top over his head and let Draco kiss him all over. "I think you'd make a pretty solid professor. I'd like to be an Auror. But then again, when you say teacher, It makes me wonder if i'd make it as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." He sighed as Draco continued to rub his lower back and sides, even though the cream had absorbed long ago.
"You can do anything you put your mind to obviously." Draco said softly, reaching down to the boys hips and tugging him gently backwards, closer to him. He pushed the jumper up further. "Take this off." He urged. Harry obeyed. The blonde, raked his hands across the skin, tracing a thickened scar that ran from his shoulder blade to spine. "What was this from?"
Harry glanced at him, only to be met with a soft kiss. "Tri-Wizard tournament. When they had the event in the lake. I was pulled down by some Grindylows and they cut me pretty good."
He smoothed his hands upwards, feeling every dip between the boys ribs. "I never knew they were that aggressive." He kissed at the back of Harry's neck, nibbling the skin. "Was it scary...being down there?" He asked, shifting his legs open and pulling the boy even closer to him.
Harry sighed, relaxing against him. He rolled his head to the side as Draco continued to kiss along his neck. "I'm not going to say it wasn't no, but I didn't really think about it." He frowned."Now that I think about it, I never really thought about being scared." He had always just done what he had to do. Harry had never let the fear creep in. "I think had I ever been, I would have been killed." He felt the blonde weave his hands into his. "I just always got it done."
He shivered as Draco's nose nuzzled up against his ear. He still really couldn't believe this was happening. Harry had figured that after he had left Ginny, that he would be alone for good. He would get a flat, keep to himself. Even if he had come out publicly, what bloke would have wanted him?
"I'm glad you did. Everything I did was out of fear. Fear of him, fear of my father." The blonde rest his chin on Harry's bony shoulder. "Fear of you."
"Fear of me!?" Harry blustered, righting himself and swiveling around to once more face him. "What could you have possibly been scared of me for?"
"Because you followed me everywhere! You threatened to undo all of the work I had to do." He grimaced. "Not that I wanted to do the work, but had you been successful, he would have killed me for failing." Draco looked away. "You constantly were one up-ing me. I could never get ahead. I was always running it felt like." He suddenly looked bitter. "I'm glad I was successful, but more so that you ended up winning anyway."
"I didn't win at anything." Harry muttered, watching as the blonde shrunk away from him. "You know that had you been successful or not he would have killed you in the end." He furrowed his brow. "He would have killed everyone." He wished he could reach for the boy.
"I know he would have. I just wanted to make sure my mother was okay." He said quietly. "She's really all I ever had." He swung his eyes up to meet Harry's. "Anything I ever did was to protect her from my father, or from him."
Harry bit his lip, gathering himself onto his knees and scooting towards the boy. "See, how was I ever supposed to talk about this with anyone else?" He reached forward, cupping the side of Dracos chin. "How were...you supposed to talk about this with anyone else?"
The blonde growled, pulling him closer and into his lap. "I'm not, and neither are you, that's why we were brought together." He wrapped his hands around his thin waist and drew him into a hard kiss. He felt Harry gasp and used the opportunity to tease his tounge against his.
The brunette moved up closer to him, pressing his chest up against him. He felt his own heart beginning to thrum as the kiss deepened.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Draco whispered as he pulled away. He ran his hands across his back,around to the front, skimming his fingers along his collarbones and nipples.
"How can I possibly be beautiful like this?" Harry asked pitifully. He gestured to his shrunken body.
Draco laughed. "You could be the siz of a trolley and you'd still be beautiful." He traced the outline of Harry's ribs along his chest. "Maybe once you start eating better, we can go out to the pitch and practice." He glanced up at him, his eyes glinting. "Get some muscles back on you, then you'd really be a sight."
Harry felt his insides squirm at the look Draco was giving him. "You think? What would I be like?" He felt like he wasn't very good at flirting, if that's where this was going.
"You'd be absolutely delectable." He murmured, bring the boy flush against him, giving him another kiss.
He laughed softly. "Delectable? That's something I've never been called before." He wished Draco would take his shirt off as well.
"Well, I'll have to call you it more often then." He kissed along Harry's jawline, moving lower, lips burning across his neck.
Harry whimpered ever so slightly as he felt the blonde nip at the skin.
"That get you going Harry?" Was purred against him.
He flushed, not answering. Draco pulled back and looked at him, noting the blush. "Don't be embrassed. I want to know what you like." He too felt his face coloring. "I want to know what turns you on."
Harry visibly squirmed. "I'm not sure what that is exactly." He had had the occasional snog with Ginny, and she had felt him through his trousers a few times. But that was the extent of it.
"You and the girl never...?" Draco asked, his ice colored eyes roaming the now even darker red face.
"No, we...we uh, snogged a few times...and she..."He looked away, feeling awkward. "She had...she had...felt...me through my pants a few times." His face felt as though it was on fire. What if Draco thought this was too much to take on. What if he was only interested in a more experienced lover? Where they even lovers? Did a few kisses and touches make them lovers?
"That's it? You had at one time, almost all of the girls in Hogwarts pining for you...and that' it?"
Harry winkled his nose. "It's not as though I wanted the girls to pour into my lap like you Malfoy." He looked at him. "I've kissed a few others, but obviously I'm not suited for female company." His breath hitched as he asked. "Does it bother you that I'm not very experienced."
Draco pulled him impossibly close, rolling his hips upwards just slightly, causing the brunette to gasp and turn, if possible, even more red. He reached up and cupped the back of his neck. "Does it feel like I'm bothered by it?" He pressed a budding erection against him.
He felt his blood rush through his ears. "It feels like your bothered by something." He said, his bold statement making him grin.
"Harry Potter, oh my. Your dirty talk is killing me." Draco teased, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He ran his free hand along the boys back, moving it around to rub a thumb over his nipple.
Harry moaned, pressing his body against the hand. He felt his heart starting to race as he flicked his tounge across Dracos'.
The blonde chuckled against his mouth, letting go of the boys neck and reaching out to caress both nipples. He kissed along the side of his neck, nipping at the skin like had done before. He was met with a breathy gasp that caused him to twinge painfully in his trousers. "I love those sounds." He smiled, biting at the skin. "I want you to make more."
"Oh, merlin." Harry whimpered. "I want you to make me...make more."
Draco moaned, leaning back and looking Harry straight in the eye. "You're playing a dangerous game, boy."
He grinned. "Yeah?" Harry rolled his hips slightly, wondering where this bravery was coming from. "How so?"
"You keep talking like that, you won't be too innocent for too much longer."His eyes growing darker with each word. Draco still couldn't believe he was so lucky to have this boy in his lap, kissing him so deliciously.
Harry blushed once more, peering sheepishly at the blonde. "Well..."
Draco felt his heart flip over in his chest. "Well what?"
"Maybe...Maybe..."
"Spit it out Potter, you're killing me."
Harry leaned in and kissed him softly, nibbling on his lower lip.
"That tells me nothing." Draco muttered, smoothing his hands down the boy's backside, cupping his bottom. "Maybe what?"
The brunette whimpered, kissing his way across Draco's neck, biting at the skin like he had done to him.
"Harry." Draco said, his firm tone causing him to sit up and look him in the eye. "Maybe what?"
"Maybe I don't want to be so innocent anymore." He said so quietly that if Draco wasn't watching his lips, he would have never heard it.
A low growl and he was pulled back into the kiss, his hips pushed downwards, showing Harry exactly what Draco thought of that answer.
"I've never felt...another...another boy whose hard." He said softly.
Draco laughed. "I can't imagine you would." He moved backwards slightly, reaching up to grasp Harrys' hand and running it slowly across his erection. "You did this." His voice raspy.
Harrys eyes went wide as he touched Draco. "I want to touch you more." He bit his lip. "I want to see...more." He moved his hands up, plucking at the buttons of the blondes top. "I want you to take this off."
He smiled, his heart tightening. "No, I want you to take it off." He carded a hand through dark locks as the boy unbuttoned his top slowly. "I want you so much." He whispered, his grey eyes wandering across his face.
"Yeah?" Harry said, grinning as he pushed the fabric back on to his shoulders. He brushed his fingers across the pale skin. He traced the faint lines from the spell he had cast once in the lavatory. "I never ment to do this..."He murmured. He leaned forward, kissing along a few of the scars as Draco rid himself of the shirt. "I'm so sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry, you said it enough then. I know you never ment for this to happen." Draco smiled, reaching to cup Harry's face. "Stop being sappy, I thought you were trying to seduce me."
Harry laughed. "I suppose I am." He pinched the blondes nipples, causing him to squeal. "A squeal! I never thought I'd ever hear you squeal, Malfoy." He teased, rolling the buds between his fingers again.
The blonde bit down on his lip, eyes lighting up. "Do it again." He ordered, twitching as he was obeyed. "Bloody hell, you're killing me, Potter." He rolled his hips.
"Don't die just yet, I'm still learning." He said, moving his hands lower, tracing outlines of muscles. "I want to touch more..."He circled his finger around the button to Dracos' trousers. He flicked his green eyes upwards, letting out a little gasp as he saw the once grey colored eyes were nearly black, pupils blown.
"Do it." Draco urged, his voice a breathy whisper as he felt the button of his pants pop open, zipper pulled down and a warm hand pressed against thinly stretched cotton. "Oh, Harry."
The sound of the dorm door creaking open blew them apart. "Bloody fucking hell, who is coming in." Draco yelled, dragging his hands through his hair. He sighed, watching as the brunette scramble into his jumper.
"Oi, I have just as much of a right to be in here as you, Malfoy." Ron countered. "What are you doing anyway, having a wank?"
The blonde growled, pulling his shirt back on and hastily buttoning it. "In the middle of the day, Weasley. I'm not a heathen like you." He reached forward, cupping Harry's chin, whose eyes were wide.
"Heathen!?" Ron blustered, whipping the curtains of the bed open. His eyes went even wider than Harry's. "What are you doing, Harry?"
"What does it matter what he is doing?" Draco challenged. "He's got other friends." He groaped the bed for his wand. "It would also be nice if you would keep your hands off my curtains."
Harry cleared his throat. "We were having supper, because It's hard for me to eat in the Great Hall."
"Harry, you've eaten in the Great Hall loads of times, why wouldn't you just come eat there?"
"When was the last time that you've even seen me at a meal, Ron?" Harry asked, watching Draco's hand twitching around his wand.
"Just the other day, right?" Ron answered, face turning pink, eyes roaming Harry.
The brunette shook his head. "No. I haven't been in there for weeks."
"Then...then how are you eating..."His brow furrowed, trying to make sense of it."Or...or have you been eating?" He asked.
Harry shrunk into himself, eyes lowering. "No." He said softly.
Ron swung his eyes to face Draco. "When did you find out about this?"
The blonde worried his lower lip. "I just found out, hence why I fed him." He pulled his wand into his lap. "Maybe you should have been paying a little more attention, eh? Aren't you supposed to be best mates?"
The redhead reeled. "I...I admit...I've been spending a lot of time with Hermione, but Harry, had I known...Why aren't you eating?"
Draco felt his heart sank as he heard Harry sniff back tears. "It's hard...It's hard to go in there."
"Well, Harry you need to go in there and eat!"Ron chastized. "Why can't you just go in there and eat?"
The brunette shook his head, scooting his way off the bed, to Draco's horror and taking off towards his own bunk.
Draco swung his eyes up to Ron, furious. "You fucking prat!" He pushed the boy out of the way in an attempt to reach Harry, but he had already cast a silencing and locking spell on his wards.
He growled, facing the redhead. "I could hex you, why would you ask him that?"
Ron's mouth worked furiously, as if he were speaking, but no words would come forth. "I...I...what was I supposed to ask him!? He isn't eating, so he needs to be told to eat, right?"
"No you idiot! You've got your head so far up her ass you've no idea what's going on out here!" Draco lowered his voice, on the off chance Harry might hear. "His ribs are showing...spine is showing..."
Ron spluttered. "How do you know! You've been eyeing him in the loo or something?"
Draco shook his head. "Oh Merlin,you are dense. No, we ran into each other today and he was knocked over, he got a bruise and I put some cream on it and saw." There was no way he was going to elaborate more than that to this idiot. "You can't just force him to eat! You cant just say 'Oh well just go into the Great Hall and eat.' There's obviously a reason why he isn't going."
"What do we do?" Ron asked. "How do we make this...him...better? Will he die? Is he going to die?"
Draco ran a hand through his hair. "No, he's not going to die." He never thought he would be having this kind of civil conversation with the redhead. "But, he did get supper tonight. I told him that I'd bring him food every day in bed if I had to." He sighed. "I don't know how to make him better, we just have to make sure he eats. You have to get your face off of hers for just a few moments in the day, and make sure he eats."