I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Characters!
This does have a lemon in it, I do apologize if its not good its my first time writing one.
Enjoy.
One could blame the weather, rain slashing down upon the windows. Howling through the halls and causing the normally comfortable castle to feel slightly eerie. Lightening cracked the sky, lighting up the Great Hall, and thunder shook the walls. 'It's a depressing day,' Harry mused, 'Fits in a morbid, ironic sort of way.'
Last night went better than he had expected. Hermione's reaction was one that he had anticipated but Rons' was a surprise. Harry had expected more adversity from him, but he had proven him wrong. It seemed being attracted to the same sex was not as controversial as it was in the muggle world.
There was slight tension when Harry mentioned who it was that he was attracted to. Hermione could be heard muttering about opposites attract and fine line between love and hate. Ron had sat there still as stone, his face for the first time completely unreadable to Harry.
Air rushed out of his nose before he allowed that he could see this would have happened eventually and that because he loved Harry, he would behave when it came to the ferret. Ron made sure though that Harry knew he would never be nice to the Malfoy, but he would be accepting to their relationship. If they ever had one that is.
Harry was shocked out of his memory when Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. "What," he was slightly irritated because it was still early in the morning, and it bloody hurt when she did that.
Hermione didn't respond she simply gestured slightly with her chin towards the Slytherin table. Puzzled he lowered his head till he could look through his bangs. The boy who held his affections was staring at him, an almost curious look upon his face. The pug faced girl glued to his side whispering into his ear. 'Parkinson,' his mind supplied to him, 'her name is Pansy Parkinson.'
Harry carefully studied his rival. Noting the differences he'd seen before the school term as well as new things as well. Draco, Malfoy he corrected himself, seemed more open. Nothing too noticeable but there was something there that just made him more approachable. And judging by a quick sweep of the hall, he wasn't the only one who had noticed.
Harry focused once more upon the Slytherin and his companion, his eyes narrowing slightly at the hand upon the blondes arm. He knew that he had no right to be possessive, especially over something that wasn't his. Yet the urge to rip that delicate looking hand was growing stronger by the second. Harry swiftly switched his view elsewhere less that fantasy becomes a reality.
Hermione leaned over, her mouth barely grazing the edge of his ear, "I think someone's jealous," her whisper taking on a sing song quality.
"Am not," Harry gritted out between his teeth.
"Not you silly!" She huffed, "I'm talking about that stupid git your so fond of."
Harry allowed himself to gaze over at the Malfoy again. Only to take a breath of shock when he saw the glare pointed in his direction.
"What the hell is he glaring at," he asked her in confusion.
The only response was an incredulous expression taking over his best friends face.
"Are you serious?" Hermione's voice hissed out," Can you not tell the way he looks at you? The way he acts now days? The fact that he is trying to be a different person? That he wants to be nice?"
Harry furrowed his brows in thought. No in truth he hadn't given Malfoys new change much reflection. He was vaguely aware that Malfoy had done a one-eighty so to speak in his personality, but he was still arrogant, still a prick. Abruptly he realized what Hermione had first said.
"What do you mean 'the way he looks at you'?"
The bushy haired girl just shook her head, "If you can't figure it out then I'm not going to tell you."
The Gryffindor's eyes wandered back and forth from the Slytherin table the rest of the night.
When Harry was little, he learned what would keep him safe the longest. He was shy for the most part, and not very trusting. Oh yes, he could make it seem like the other was a very good friend and chat with anyone about anything. Yet coming away from the conversation, if the other person realized it, they didn't actually learn that much about Harry himself. Just useless facts that had no bearing or meaning to his life.
The only ones he trusted with everything were Ron and Hermione, and even then they were kept out of the loop. It depended on the situation, and the information that would be given out. He had hidden his fascination with homo erotica since the fourth year. After the kiss with Cho he had realized a few things.
That was a very bad idea, especially the timing.
Kissing her had done nothing for him and somewhat put him off girls.
He found his focus sliding more towards boys and boyish looking girls than buxom women.
With this in mind, he had come to the conclusion women just wouldn't do it for him. More interested than ever, Harry decided to do a little research. Hermione wasn't the only one who liked to learn about new things.
Getting a hold of the information on the other hand, was going to be a search. He knew that almost anything could be found in the Hogwarts library, but books like this? Well in any case the search would be fun.
And within those years since, he became more knowledgeable. It wasn't like he was going to get "The Talk" from anyone. It probably hadn't crossed their minds that Harry Potter wouldn't have gone through that embarrassment with his relatives. The adults in his life gave those excuses of human beings more credit than they deserved.
Harry amended this thought slightly; they had kept him alive after all and gave him the basic necessity, even if it was done grudgingly. He snickered when Ron had come up to his room one night bright red. He had stuttered, only to shake his head and groan that Harry didn't want to know. It was also hilarious when, after break one year; Hermione had come back and would look neither Ron nor Harry in the eye for two weeks after.
Back to the point at hand, yes Harry knew all about sex, especially between males. 'Knowing and actually experiencing are two different things,' he mused to himself.
With a small smirk unknowingly tainting his lips, he wondered if knowing about it but still being a virgin made you more…. wanting, than someone who was experienced but deprived. Would those little fantasies that haunted him at night be more vivid with experience behind them? Or the lacks of said experience torture him more with the unknown?
Harry trembled faintly at the remembered caresses he had experienced within his dreams. The feel of those artistic fingers painting a picture upon his body. Skill that drove him to begging and pleading, soft whimpers escaping his lips as he fought them back.
Harry bit his full lips in reality, those same whimpers wanting to escape him. He shook his head to clear it. Now was not the time to get lost in daydreams, no matter how much he wished too. He made himself focus on the professor's voice. Letting himself be distracted by the Goblin Rebellions of who cares when.
He covertly glanced around hoping no one had noticed his little by play. Nodding to himself he noted that everyone was either indulging in more sleep, or as in Hermione's case, taking notes. Harry stiffened when he noted that not everyone was doing this though. One person was staring directly at him. An amused smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, Draco Malfoy let it widen when he caught Harrys' eye.
'Oh no!' Harry panicked, 'Please say he didn't see me! This is not good, not good at all!'
Sadly his prayers were not answered by some divine being. They were answered by the mercury-eyed boy himself.
"Nice show Potter," Malfoy breathed near him, "I wonder what a full act would be like."
The petite raven gasped in shock and fear. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he quickly excused himself and beat a hasty retreat. It's not like Binns would notice anyways.
His feet led him to the Room of Requirement. History of Magic was the last class of the day and he wasn't feeling too hungry at the moment, so dinner was out of the question.
'What do I do?' the emerald-eyed boy shrieked within his mind, 'He is the last person I want to know about my sexuality! This is going to get out all over school! I don't care if it is accepted in the Wizarding World, I can't believe this happened!'
Harry was so lost within his mind he didn't notice the door open and close behind him. He didn't even notice when the room's interior design changed to something of a different atmosphere.
Draco Malfoy was many things. He would also be the first to tell that he was in no way a nice person. Sitting upon the bed watching his green eyed imp pace, he wondered how long it would take said imp to notice him. He knew of the looks Harry had sent him, every blush, and every glazed look in the raven's eyes when he was mentioned.
He watched, patient that he would get his chance to strike. Wanting to see how long his little Gryffindor fought temptation. Unfortunately, the blonde's patience had wane thin, he wanted the little lion. He wanted him now.
Draco's robes were already lying across the foot of the bed; he had stripped them before he sat. Now he slowly undid his tie. Never taking his eyes from his pacing prey in front of him. He let the tie slip from his fingers; it was time to play a little game with his beauty.
The tall aristocrat crept behind the boy who lived, fastening his arms around a small waist. Pulling that small body against his, feeling every dip of Harry's back against his front, that cute derrière pushed tightly against his groin. He moaned quietly in the back of his throat. Not being able to help himself, Draco rocked forward slightly before he spoke.
Harry continued to fret as he paced. He couldn't seem to hold himself, and lost in panic, he didn't see the danger he was in. Not until he was locked in an iron embrace, with something nestled firmly against his behind.
He gasped in shock, then bit back a groan as that something rocked against him. Tilting his head back, he let his jaw unhinge itself at the view of his captor. Those gem like eyes widened even more at the words spoken into the silence.
"I wondered how long you were going to fight this attraction off. When you would slip up and allow it to possess you. I dreamed of the moment you would submit, giving up to being dominated," spoke a smooth timbre that echoed all the way to his bones.
Harry closed his eyes in denial. He couldn't have slipped! No one had ever noticed, not in almost four years had anyone had any inclination. For Merlins' sake his own best friends had no clue until recently. Hermione only in the last year, and even then she still wasn't one hundred percent sure till he confirmed it.
Yet the way Malfoy spoke, the way he seemed to indicate with every word that he had always known….
Harry grappled for a moment, trying to force his voice into working.
"How long?" he rasped, "How long have you known?"
Draco smiled.
"Since before you I expect. At least my attraction started about the beginning of fourth year. I was quite furious to find myself yearning after my school rival. I didn't realize it was returned until later though, maybe towards the end of fifth year. By then we all had images to live up too. Didn't we?"
Harry knew the question was rhetorical. He should be ecstatic that Malfoy shared whatever this is. On the other hand, it could be a very cruel trick.
"It's not a trick Harry," Malfoy stated evenly, "I know what you're thinking, and it's not like that at all. I want you. All of you to myself."
Harry shuddered at that. He couldn't imagine this happening and yet it was. How was this going to work? Was he ready for anything that was to come from this encounter?
'Yes, yes I am,' He decided, 'If anything I get a small taste and that's really all I can ask for, consequences be damned.'
Lemon (You were warned!)
Draco, upon deciding Harry wasn't about to fight him, slowly moved his hands up and down that lithe body. He tilted his head slightly to breathe a soft kiss upon the back of his little lion's neck. The petite raven was already tight against his body. Carefully he shifted to the front, keeping their bodies pressed together.
The silver-eyed teen studied the face below his before bestowing a feather light kiss on pouting lips. Ghosting one, two, three more, before finally firming them against the soft lips below him. Their lips moved together till Draco decided he wanted to taste more. He was already heady from just this chaste kiss. Deliberately he slid his tongue against Harry's bottom lip. Begging to be let in and sample what was inside.
Harry's mind was in a haze. He couldn't think, couldn't move. Everything seemed to narrow upon the body in front of him, the lips that were connected to his own.
He shifted slightly, trying to drag that heat closer to him, wanting to devour it inside him. Something wet lapped at his bottom lip, begging for entrance. The shock staggered his mind back to reality slightly. This was Draco Malfoy. He wasn't supposed to be snogging him! Malfoy wasn't supposed to want him back.
The tongue laving at his mouth became more insistent, now pushing slightly at the seam of his lips. Harry let himself be lost in the desire that swept his body.
Instantly, the tongue he had granted access to, swept every corner of his mouth. Finding the sensitive spot on the roof of his mouth, tangling with his own in a new dance. He pulled at the shirt in front of him, wanting to feel skin on skin contact.
It was heady, all consuming decided the Malfoy. He had slept with other people before, and it was good, but this….. this was something else. Trembling fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, that is until they decided it was taking too long and ripped it.
Draco shrugged out of his shirt, not letting it distract him from his conquest. He yanked up the smaller body, forcing Harry to rap his legs around his waist lest he fall to the floor. The Slytherin moved in the direction he thought the bed to be in, using one hand to try and get his lovers shirt off.
Harry pushed himself up, only to grind against the body holding him, soft whimpers escaping his lips each time. He wanted more. The fire burning in his veins flayed at his nerves. Articulation was beyond him at this point, he could only moan and scream. Using his hands to pull, his body to beg for more.
Draco stripped them both of their pants and undergarments. He didn't know if he could wait anymore. This first time would be quick; he didn't have the control to make it slow and sweet. The Slytherin decided that after this, he would truly explore the present if front of him.
The blonde grappled slightly with the bed, looking for the bottle of lube he knew was there. As much as he wanted this, it would not do to damage his lover. Draco grabbed a hold of the bottle in triumph. He worked the top off with one hand, while laving nips and kisses down the body in front of him.
He kissed and nibbled the V of his raven's hips, ignoring the need that pressed for him to touch.
Harry let out a groan. He wanted more, needed more. The lion grabbed hold of the blondes head and tried to force it where his need was greatest. Sadly, to him at least, he was ignored. He felt something wet circling his entrance. A finger flickered there back and forth. A whine escaped his throat.
"Please, please Draco more!"
Draco sped up his movements, hearing that voice beg him—want him. He couldn't wait anymore.
He swallowed Harry in one go to distract him from the fingers that had entered that tight heat. Quickly he prepared him.
Harry screamed.
It felt too good. More pleas fell from his lips, expletives soon followed. Harry sobbed uncontrollably.
"Now! Fuck now Draco!"
Said boy simply hummed while Harry was still in his mouth. He slithered up the small body under him. Draco pushed Harry's legs up and hooked them over his shoulders. He thrust, careful not to damage.
It felt so good, so tight that it almost hurt. He pounded into his little lion again and again. Draco angled his hips looking for that one spot.
Harry screamed again.
Draco smiled slightly, he found it.
A tingle began at the bottom of his spine and he knew that he would come soon. He grasped Harry in his hand, teasing him to cum.
Cum he did. Harry felt afire, lost in the abyss.
Draco closed his eyes as he spent himself within the depths of his small lover. He collapsed on top off him, his breathing uneven.
"So," Draco breathed, "So I guess this means we're together?"
Harry huffed a laugh, "Yeah, yeah I guess we are."
They smiled at each other, and then Draco rolled over only to snuggle up to the ravennette.
Harry grinned into the pillow, pushing his spent body closer to the one behind him. Maybe some secrets were good to let out. Especially if they came with this kind of result.