Author's Notes: I'm terribly sorry to have kept you waiting this long. RL was stressful and I was busy with other fandom projects, so I had to hiatus this for a while. But here's the next chapter and I hope that I'll be able to finish this story soon :) Also, this chapter is rated R, just to warn you. I'd also like to point out that the story is still unbeta'ed, and I wrote this in one go without rereading it, so don't crucio me if you see any typos. Hope you'll like it!

Part 8


In the next few days, Harry came out of his shell more and more, and Draco found out that the person that had been hidden inside of the scrawny boy's body was even more interesting than he'd thought. Draco loved listening to what Harry had to say and absorbed every little detail Harry told him about his life so far. It was fascinating to Draco, and he made sure to remember everything, so he could scribble it into his notebook. When Harry was asleep at nights, he was sitting in the living room, examining the things he'd heard that day about how Harry had never been sure which side was reality and what he'd only made up in his head.

Harry's really was an interesting case, and once again, Draco thanked whomever was up there for allowing him to meet this fascinating boy.

Sometimes, Draco felt guilty for just taking Harry away. He was sure people like Dumbledore, Black or Lupin were worried about him, and probably looking all over for both of them. But at the same time, he couldn't feel guilty because without this trip, Harry would've probably never come out of his shell.

Their friendship intensified over the past few days, and soon Draco came to realize that 'friendship' probably wasn't the right word to describe what they had. He knew that his feelings for Harry weren't platonic anymore, but at the same time, their relationship wasn't dominated by sexual desire. Draco just wanted to be close to Harry, and if the way Harry snuggled into him at every opportunity was any indication, Harry felt the same for him.

But Draco wouldn't push Harry. If Harry ever decided he wanted more from Draco, it was up to him to let Draco know. Because Draco would certainly not take advantage of the younger boy.

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And so it came one night, when Harry was snuggled into Draco in his bed, that Draco woke up because something was poking him into his left thigh. He frowned and opened his eyes, only to find his face buried in a nest of messy, black hair. He wasn't surprised to find Harry in his bed because he slept there every night. He was however surprised when he saw that Harry was awake and looking up at him with those hypnotizing green eyes.

"Hey," Draco murmured. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

And then he knew.

He realized what the poking was and bit his lip. Harry was hard. And he'd probably never been hard before and Draco could only imagine what had to be going on in the other boy's head right now. He would have to slowly break Harry into this, explain to him what it meant and… God, he was not ready for this. He hadn't even thought about this before, and he certainly hadn't expected Harry to get a hard-on in Draco's bed.

All of this didn't stop Draco's cock from hardening as well, though, and he sucked in a sharp breath when Harry shifted and their erections were resting against each other.

He opened his mouth, determined to explain it to Harry, but for whatever reason no tone came out of his mouth. He opened and closed it a couple of times but he didn't really know what to say in the first place.

Harry was still staring up at him with those big, green eyes and he surprisingly seemed much more comfortable in this position than Draco obviously was. Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes, swallowing hard. Maybe Harry didn't even realize both of them were hard. Maybe he should just go back to sleep and forget all about this. Maybe—

And then he felt the tentative brush of Harry's lips against his own. Draco's eyebrows shot up into his forehead and he cracked one eye open, just to make sure that this was really happening. He was greeted with the sight of Harry's face so close to his own, and Harry was, indeed, kissing him. His long, inky black lashes fluttered against his pale skin while he pressed his lips a little more insistently against Draco's.

And that was the moment when Draco realized that Harry seemed to know perfectly well what he was doing, and Draco allowed himself to relax. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes as well, carefully wrapping an arm around the other boy's shoulders. He tilted his head a little to prevent their noses from bumping into each other and parted his lips to kiss Harry more fully.

The little moan that escaped Harry's lips at that went straight to Draco's cock, and he had to fight hard against the urge to pounce the beautiful boy in his bed. His heart jumped when the tip of Harry's tongue traced his bottom lip and then slipped into his mouth.

Draco was stunned. How did Harry know all this? Either he had been fooling Draco all along which wasn't possible, or he was acting purely on instinct. If the latter was the case, Harry's instincts were brilliant.

Draco then finally allowed himself to let down his guard and relax, meeting Harry's tongue with his own and caressing it gently. He didn't even notice that Harry's attempts at kissing were a little clumsy and inexperienced because Draco was much too busy trying to ignore the intense fluttering in his stomach and the frantic beating of his heart.

Harry shifted a little and slid his leg over Draco's, bringing their erections in direct contact which made Draco stifle another gasp. Dammit, that boy was good! Draco let his hand wander down the other boy's back to slip under his pyjama shirt, gently brushing the tips of his fingers over Harry's warm skin.

Then, Harry started grinding his hips against him, and Draco had to pull away because it was getting too intense. Both of them were panting as they stared at each other, eyes half-closed and lips red and puffy.

"Harry," Draco managed, swallowing hard.

"I want…," Harry started, then blushed and averted his eyes. "I want to… I don't know, I just… want."

Draco looked at him in awe at first, then gently tilted the younger boy's chin up and looked into his eyes. He nodded understandingly and pressed a gentle kiss against Harry's lips.

"I know," he whispered, rubbing his nose against Harry's affectionately. "But I'm not sure you know what this means."

He searched Harry's eyes and ran his fingers through that black mess of hair.

Harry lowered his eyes again, then looked back at Draco determinedly. "I… I think I do," he whispered back. "I want… I want to be close to you, Draco. Show me what it means? Please…"

And as usual, Draco found he was unable to resist the intent look in those beautiful green eyes. They looked even greener when Harry wasn't wearing his glasses, and there really was nothing he could do. He couldn't say no. And Harry said he wanted it. And he was seventeen, and so technically of age, so it wasn't even forbidden.

Draco took a deep breath and nodded, then gently pushed Harry onto his back. Harry was watching him with curious eyes as Draco slid between the other boy's legs, carefully lying down on top of him. A gasp escaped both of them and they stared into each other's eyes, their chests rising and falling rapidly and their cocks pulsing against each other.

"A-Are you sure?" Draco whispered. "I want you to tell me if I do anything you feel uncomfortable with, all right? I don't want to hurt you, so you need to let me know what is okay and what isn't. Can you do that, Harry?"

Harry nodded his head immediately, and the last of Draco's doubts vanished. He knew that Harry wanted this now; he just hoped that Harry would keep his word and let him know the moment he did something that wasn't all right.

"Okay," Draco whispered, then cupped the back of Harry's neck and kissed him again while he let his body take over. He started slowly grinding his hips against the younger boy's, and both their moans were muffled by the kiss that was quickly becoming more passionate.

Draco didn't stop his hands from exploring every inch of Harry's body, and Harry didn't seem to mind at all. His hands also slid down Draco's back, and Draco had to smile when they slowly slid onto his arse, squeezing gently.

When the need for air became too strong, Draco pulled away and sat up on his knees, pulling his pyjama shirt over his head and staring down at Harry hungrily. He shivered when he saw the same need reflected in Harry's eyes, and gave the other boy a few moments to look at him. He leaned forward and swiftly unbuttoned Harry's shirt, carefully sliding it off of his shoulders, and for the first time allowing himself to stare unabashedly at his friend's – lover's? boyfriend's? – body.

He slid his palms down the sides of Harry's body and stopped when they reached the waistband of Harry's pyjama bottoms. He glanced up into his eyes and Harry nodded, then watched Draco pull his bottoms down. Draco sucked in a sharp gasp at the sight of Harry's fully erect penis and licked his lips unconsciously.

After ridding Harry of his pants, he did the same with his own and shivered again at the pure lust in Harry's eyes. If he'd had any more doubts about Harry wanting this, they would've disappeared at that look.

Taking a deep breath, Draco crawled on top of Harry, then attacked the younger boy's neck, tasting his skin and leaving a mark without even wanting to. He was addicted to this boy, and encouraged by Harry's moans, he trailed his lips over his collarbone, then started licking and nibbling at Harry's chest. He circled the hard, pink nipples with his tongue, biting gently before making his way down his chest and dipping his tongue into Harry's navel.

He glanced up at Harry for a second and saw that Harry's eyes were closed now and that he was gripping the sheets. Draco smiled in satisfaction and lowered his eyes to take a closer look at Harry's erection. He couldn't prevent himself from leaning forward and licking the bit of pre-come off the head, moaning at how… innocent Harry tasted.

He then didn't fight the urge any longer and closed his lips around Harry's erection, looking up at him so he wouldn't miss any of the emotions travelling across Harry's face.

"Oh," Harry gasped, and slid one of his hands into Draco's hair, tugging gently. Draco bobbed his head up and down, licking every inch of his lover's hard shaft to entice more of those soft, sweet moans from the other boy.

He was surprised that Harry wasn't coming yet. He thought he had never done anything like this before; had never been touched before, not even by his own hand, but maybe Draco was wrong and considered Harry more innocent than he really was.

Finally, he pulled away and licked his lips, looking up at Harry with a smile. "Okay?"

Harry let out a soft, disappointed mewl when Draco pulled away, then opened his eyes and stared down at him in wonder, nodding enthusiastically. "Brilliant!" he breathed, and Draco had to laugh. He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Harry's erection, then sat up on his knees and brushed his knuckles over Harry's thigh.

He leaned over him and reached into the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a tube of lube.

He looked into Harry's eyes, unsure if this was what he wanted. Maybe he should take it slowly and not do this yet… But Harry still had the possibility to stop him, if this was not what he had in mind.

Draco lubed his fingers and then disappeared between the other boy's legs again, wrapping one hand around his erection and stroking him slowly while he gently traced Harry's hole with his fingers. Harry clenched instinctively and Draco gave him the time to get used to the feel of his fingers at that sensitive, intimate spot.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered. "If I hurt you, just scream 'stop', all right?"

He looked up at Harry and their eyes met, and he knew immediately that this was what Harry wanted. He gave him a small, reassuring smile, then gently, slowly and carefully slid the first finger into the tight heat of Harry's ass. Both of them gasped at the same time, and Draco was surprised when Harry relaxed around the finger almost instantly. He slid it back and forth slowly, then tentatively added a second one all the while watching Harry's face for any sign of pain.

When Harry had adjusted to the feel of two fingers inside of him, Draco crooked them and gently brushed the tips against Harry's prostate, smiling when Harry almost arched off the bed and let out an animal growl.

"Hmmm, you like that, don't you?" he asked teasingly and Harry moaned again.

"Yes… Please, Draco," he breathed, his fingers in Draco's hair tightening and pulling almost painfully. "Please… More."

Harry didn't have to tell him twice, and after rubbing the boy's prostate for another moment, he pulled his fingers out and slicked his erection with the oily substance of the lubricant.

He slid on top of Harry, the tip of his cock pressed against the boy's entrance. "I won't lie to you," he whispered, Harry's breath tickling his sore lips. "It might hurt a little. But after that it will feel so good. But if it hurts too much, I'll stop. Just let me know and I'll stop."

Harry searched his eyes for a moment, then nodded, and the trust reflected in the green orbs was almost too much for Draco. He had to suck in a sharp breath and close his eyes for a moment before he'd overcome the overwhelming feeling. He couldn't remember ever being trusted like this before. People were usually suspicious because he was a Malfoy, and they never trusted him as unconditionally as Harry seemed to at this moment. It was a nice feeling.

Draco gave Harry a small smile and brushed his fingers over the younger boy's cheek before pressing his lips against Harry's and slowly pushing in.

The tightness was almost too much, and Harry's fingers digging into his back almost made him come immediately. He had to pause multiple times before he was settled all the way inside of Harry, partly because all of this was overwhelming for Draco, and partly because he needed to give Harry time.

He stared down into his eyes when he was all the way inside, and loved that Harry immediately wrapped his legs around him to pull him even deeper inside.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, even though he already knew the answer. Harry gave him a brief nod and told him to move, so Draco did.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled back a little before carefully thrusting in again, changing his angle a couple of times before he'd found the right position that enabled him to stimulate Harry's prostate with every thrust.

After a moment, he had to open his eyes again, needing to see the passion in Harry's eyes. God, he was beautiful. His eyes were half-closed, the black, insanely long lashes fluttering against his cheeks that were adorably flushed, his lips parted and swollen. His hair was even messier than usual, and Draco couldn't remember ever seeing anything more obliviously erotic than Harry at this moment.

"Draco," Harry almost whined, and Draco snapped out of his reverie, moving again. He sped up his thrusts a little when he saw that Harry could take it, and wasn't surprised when he felt his orgasm building surprisingly soon.

"Oh god, Harry," he moaned and quickly slid a hand between their bodies, stroking Harry in time with his thrusts. Harry's fingers dug harder into Draco's back, and even scratched him which Draco knew would be the trigger of his orgasm.

He was determined to bring Harry off first, though, so he doubled his efforts, and a moment later, Harry's eyes widened and Draco could feel the warmth of Harry's come, spilling over his hand. The clenching around his cock was almost too much, and combined with the feel of Harry's fingernails buried in his back, Draco only managed one more thrust before he, too, reached his climax and came deep inside the other boy.

"Fuck," he breathed and collapsed on top of him, loving how Harry's arms instinctively went around him, holding him close.

He felt Harry's breath against his sweaty neck as he panted and they both came down from the high of their orgasms. As soon as Draco could form a coherent thought, he asked, "Everything okay?"

"Yes," Harry whispered, tightening his arms around Draco and nuzzling his neck with his face. "That was… beautiful," he murmured after a moment, hesitantly pulling back to look into Draco's eyes.

Draco gave him a soft smile and nodded. "It was amazing," he agreed, and then reluctantly shifted a little to slide his cock out of Harry. Harry whimpered in disappointment and Draco kissed his nose reassuringly before rolling over so Harry was on top of him.

He slid his hands onto Harry's lower back and smiled up at him, catching the other boy's bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before releasing it and kissing him lazily for a few minutes.

He could feel that Harry was getting sleepy, and so did he, as a matter of fact. He broke the kiss gently and tucked Harry's head under his chin, slowly petting his still slightly sweaty, messy hair. Deciding to deal with all the feelings that would inevitably come to the surface sooner or later tomorrow, Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself to doze off.

He almost didn't hear Harry's soft words as they were murmured into his neck and he blinked when he did acknowledge them. Harry snickered softly, then pulled away only enough to say the words again. "I love you, Draco. G'night."

Draco tensed for a brief second before he relaxed. He wasn't sure why it didn't bother him more to hear those words, and he was even less sure why it was so easy when the same words spilled from his lips a second later. "I love you too, Harry," he whispered, kissing the top of Harry's head. He'd think about everything the next day. Right now, he just wanted to be with Harry. "Goodnight, love."

And with those words both of them fell asleep.

Tbc…