For The Will Of It, Part 2

Chapter 4: Pinnacle

By pantheradraconis

As the night grew darker, the air filled with a chill showing the first signs of winter. A small, old branch, leaning precariously against the castle's edge, was burdened down with the new weight of ice, and broke. Tumbling down to the ground, the twigs making up the farthest reaching edges of the branch scrapped across Harry's window, causing the boy to shutter. Draco felt the warm body against him and shivered himself. They had been lying next to each other, without even letting their arms touch, attempting to prevent any movement for several minutes. Neither spoke, unsure whether they should talk about the obvious distance that had broken between them ever since Professor Snape separated the two several hours earlier.

Draco's breathing quickened as he realized Harry didn't move his arm away. The feeling of his skin, of his warmth, of his entire body lying mere inches away from the blond, finally broke the boy. He leaned up over his boyfriend, reaching his right arm across the bed and pulled his chest across Harry's. At first the Gryffindor thought he was going to be kissed, but the blond silently rested his head on top of Harry's chest. Draco listened carefully to Harry's breathing, quick inhaled breathes followed by slow exhales. The blond smiled as he realized Harry was trying to contain his fast pacing heart, his electrified nerves, even the goosebumps on his arms. He did this. Draco had complete control over Harry's body. If he wanted to, he could reach his hand down and...

What are you thinking? You're supposed to be breaking up with this boy. Don't you remember what Severus said to you? Everything depends on you leaving Harry behind. Draco shifted his head to look up at Harry's face. The brunette was leaning his head back, eyes focused on the ceiling, trying to relax. Draco smiled and went back to his mischievous thoughts. I have tonight. Why not let us enjoy ourselves? Enjoy each other. And then what happens in the morning? Are you going to sneak out while he's still asleep? What a cowardly thing to do. No! Of course not! I'm going to... Let him down easy? Tell him you two have had a good run, last night was fun, but now you've got to do evil Death Eater things? Draco was quickly getting aggravated with his thoughts arguing back and forth. He couldn't possibly go through with something as cruel as sleeping with Harry tonight and then bailing on him in the morning. He wasn't capable of something so vicious, so maleficent, so... evil. Like killing someone. If he couldn't do this, how could he save his family?

The very thought made Draco feel sick. No matter what he did now, or later, everything was going to end. This was the war to end it all, end his family, end his wealth, end his lover. Because what 16 year old boy can defeat the most powerful wizard in the world? What teenager thinks they can accomplish what no one else has been able to do? What others have tried, but failed at. Been killed, imprisoned, tortured, just for attempting! What kind of person takes on a task given to him by someone who could do it themselves, but simply wanted to show off that he had control over anyone and everyone.

The Slytherin sat up slowly, turning his body away from his boyfriend and allowing his feet to fall over the side of the bed, slowly touching the floor. He felt his toes land first, then his arches, and finally his heels. His ankles were pulled in, taking his calves, knees, and thighs. In seconds the boy was up to his waist in cold, hard, stone. His body stiffened at the idea, at the weight, and the pull. Then suddenly, almost like out of a dream, Draco felt a hand on his shoulder. It was rough and calloused, but felt like a soothing song. The image painted over his eyes was of blue; a soft, gentle blue covering the skies above him; a warm, melodious blue swimming around him. Draco couldn't feel any remorse, any doubt, any fear. The only thing Draco could feel was the soft lips pressed against his, the rough hand moving down along his chest, across his waist, turning him towards the warm body of his lover.

Harry pulled his boyfriend back onto the bed and gently down onto his own body. The Slytherin moved slowly, but with purpose. The two never stopped kissing, regardless of how much easier the movement would have been if they had. As Draco rested his chest on Harry's, he allowed his right leg to rest on the other side of Harry's body, straddling the boy. Draco could feel how hard Harry was and realized it was the first time he'd ever felt another man's hard-on. Heat rose up from the taller boy's stomach, stretching along his chest and up into his face. It was obvious Draco was blushing, but he tried to hide it by covering Harry's ear and neck in indulging kisses.

The snogging continued far into the early morning hours before either of the boys got the courage to do more. Draco leaned up and threw off his shirt after Harry kept biting the collar and Harry unbuckled his own pants to give Draco some incentive.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Draco breathed as he watched Harry fumbling with the buttons on his pants.

"I'm pretty damn positive, yeah." Harry's reply was fast. Straight to the point. Much like his attitude right now. It caused Draco to hesitate. "What's wrong? Are...Are you ready for this?"

"I just don't know. I mean, with everything going on, maybe we should wait. What if you just think you want me because of your raging teenage hormones. Maybe when you wake up in the morning you won't want me any more. What if that happens?"

"That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?" Harry was confused, as he usually was when it came to people's emotions. Draco could see the look on his face and knew that Harry wouldn't be able to explain it any further. His boyfriend was a bit dimwitted, but he was a wonderful boyfriend and Draco knew that if the next line out of his mouth was a request to stop, Harry would. And that was enough for him.

Draco smiled, "Yeah, it's dramatic. But I wouldn't be a Slytherin if I wasn't dramatic." The self-declared Slytherin then yanked his boyfriend's shirt off and continued his mission of hidden blushings and pleasure giving. As his head moved down along Harry's chest, biting along the muscular abs, Draco cautiously moved his hand across the front of Harry's now opened jeans. With a slow, warm breath, Draco wrapped his fingers around Harry's hard-on and both boys exhaled together. Awkward and unsure, the blond began stroking his boyfriend's cock slowly and reaching his entire length.

It felt like masturbating, but entirely different at the same time. Draco could hardly believe it. He remembered the first time he'd ever kissed a girl; it was Pansy and the kiss was chaste, but it had a feeling of importance, of closeness. His mind wandered to the first girl he'd necked with, the first girl he saw naked, the girl he almost lost his virginity to. It was funny to him how he had always been the one to stop things from going too far. The blond then brought his mind to his new lover; how the brunette could cause a hard-on just brushing his fingers through Draco's hair. The Slytherin's hand moved faster at the re-occurring dream of what it would feel like to have Harry's mouth around his...

Harry's breathing had quickened right along with Draco's and with two more thrusts into the blonde's hand, he came. Draco felt elated, like he was floating on air. The two boys' mouths crashed together as they lay with only Harry's cum between their chests.

The Gryffindor wasted no time in flipping Draco over and ripping the blonde's pants off. Stopping only to smile at the tight fitting boxer briefs, Harry moved with all the bravery a lion would possess. None of the hesitation or debating that would cause Draco to stop had any time to form before Harry's hands were proudly holding Draco's cock; seconds later, the brunette's mouth followed.

It felt amazing, it felt exhilarating, it felt nauseating. Draco couldn't keep his body still or his mind focused long enough to wrap an idea around his head quite like Harry's tongue was wrapped around his other head. The blond felt like he was going to lose consciousness as he realized he didn't know which way was up anymore. He realized this must be what it's like to have no control, to be completely at the mercy of the person you're with. Draco had never allowed that to happen in the past. Any time he was with a girl, he was hovering over her, he had his hands on her, he decided what they were going to do and when they were going to do it. But this, this was too much.

Confusion was mixed up with passion and desire in his head, but it was very much there. The Slytherin couldn't decide if he wanted to cum, to run out the door, or to shove his increasingly hard cock right into Harry's... Thought lost itself as Draco exploded into Harry's mouth. The brunette popped his head back in surprise, choking slightly on the cum in the back of his throat. The boy turned and spit over the side of his bed and coughed harshly.

Draco looked terrified.

How could he have let this happen. Was this what was supposed to happen when you got a blow job? No, that can't be right. It's so awkward, but then again sex in general was awkward to the virgin boy. The idea of kissing and thrusting and moving your hands all at once was quite absurd. Not that he couldn't do it, the idea was just...a lot to do. How does one keep their head straight? You're supposed to be doing all of these actions while paying attention to the other person and what they want. Apparently you're also supposed to be paying attention to what you want, something that had never occurred to the blond. With masturbation, he would just let his mind wander and then cum unexpecte... Oh, bugger!

"Are you... okay?"

Harry looked up at his boyfriend and smiled. "I don't think I was expecting quite the cumming!" The brunette laughed. "That was the explosion of the year, I'd say." He leaned over the bed and reach out the curtains, retrieving a handkerchief he then used to wipe off his face.

The blond blushed, "I, uh, sorry."

Looking up at his boyfriend, the brunette smirked saying, "I should say so, that was quite the choking hazard, and I'm talking about before you finished. I never realized the work involved with giving head. In stories it always sounded so simple, place mouth around cock and move in an up and down fashion. Of course they usually end with the guy cumming somewhere other than the back of the throat."

Harry continued on with descriptions of stories where he read about other such pornographic situations, while Draco became more and more uncomfortable with the whole situation. He squirmed on the bed until able to pull his jeans back onto himself. Harry casted a quick spell on both of them, cleaning the cum up off the bed, the clothing, and anywhere else it might have landed. The blond found his shirt, and went to pull it over his head when Harry finally noticed the distance Draco had slowly brought between the two of them, despite the size of a twin mattress.

"Are you okay?" Harry turned his body to face Draco, but kept the distance so as not to scare the boy away.

"Yeah, I just..." The blond looked around to think of an answer, but didn't know how to explain his feelings.

"This is quite a turn of events. I seem to be talking my head off and you're stuttering over your words." That didn't seem to help the situation as the Slytherin looked down at his hands and started picking under his nails. "I didn't mean. Oh, bloody hell. I don't know what I mean. What's wrong Draco? Did I go too far? Do you regret it now? Was it because I choked? I'm not exactly a veteran at blow jobs, so I just didn't expect..."

"Shh." Draco silenced Harry with his finger on the latter boys lips. "Sorry, it's just. Everything." The boy sighed slowly. "You're wonderful. I don't deserve you. And this... this was wonderful. Awkward, but wonderful. But I need to... I need to tell you something...to..." His words faltered, unsure of where to go, of what to say next. Just say it, spit it out, it'll make life a lot easier. You're a Death Eater now, you've got to do your part of things, you've got to take care of yourself, of your family; your mother. The time is now. And when the war is over, tonight won't matter anymore. Draco decided to lie to himself and say tonight won't matter. As he went on with his speech about the two boys not being meant for each other and how continuing with this relationship was foolish for everyone, Draco allowed himself to believe in the lie.

Silence deafened the Death Eater's ears as he saw Harry yelling. His mouth exploded with words and curses, but silence was the only thing Draco could hear anymore. He stood up and turned the corner around Harry's bed, walking towards the door. Ron woke up, along with two other Gryffindors Draco believed to be Seamus and the lanky boy Ginny was dating. One more bed stayed silent. Completely silent. The blond turned just in time to have Ron's hand land in the unwelcomed guest's left eye. He couldn't feel it, but he knew it'd hurt later. All of this would hurt later. But not now; He was unwelcomed, unwanted, and unloved. Just the way he was supposed to be. Because only then could he do what he needed to do. Finally detached from his own body, the Death Eater proceeded out of the dorm room, down the stairs, and out the photo of the Fat Lady. She waved goodbye, but it was lost on the student. No longer a boy, but never a man, Draco felt his body sink into the floor. He lost himself entirely to the castle, sinking far past the dungeons and secret chambers below. And the Draco that first walked through the entry doors was no more, the Death Eater that left the castle behind him was the one that could do everything he was set out to do that year. And with that one last thought, Draco left the castle.

The only eyes to see this last move were those of Albus Dumblerdore. He stood at the astronomy tower, staring not at the stars above, but at the dreams below. Knowing full well that Draco would be back, but not the same, the old professor frowned, wishing more could have been done. It seemed the time he spent nowadays was more in the past with its mistakes than in the future with its new problems.

When Professor McGonagall showed up at Dumbledore's side, the news of a fight in the Gryffindor common area didn't surprise him. He merely shared a sad smile and then both watched the young Slytherin move past the metal gates and quickly slip out of view.