Harry lay awake on the couch for two hours. He wrestled with the idea of leaving, but where would he go? Home? Draco would find him there. Ron and Hermione's? Draco would find him there too – and then they would hear what was going on, and that would be a thousand times worse. Plus, Ron would probably kill Draco, and he didn't think he wanted that.
He thought about running away and finding a hotel to hide in, but he suspected Draco knew how to track prey when he really wanted to, and would find him there too.
So he resigned himself to just staying where he was and dealing with the morning when it happened… but every time the floor creaked or a picture shifted he panicked and jumped up.
At this rate he wouldn't sleep at all.
He checked the clock and noticed that it was after midnight already. He was going to be exhausted for work tomorrow. Or, rather, today.
That thought made him frown. It was technically tomorrow already. So if he got up and had another encounter with Draco now, it should count just fine.
And then, instead of suffering whatever terrible coercion Draco came up with to make him qualify as "willing" in the morning, he would get to surprise him instead and really turn the tables.
That, he actually was willing to do.
So Harry got up, quietly, and tiptoed down the hall. He took a deep breath by Draco's door and nudged it open.
Draco was snoring softly. Harry made a face at him. Better to be a sleep-cuddler than to snore! He crept into the room and stood by the foot of the bed, debating his next move. Should he use his wand? Or just leap through the air and physically squash him flat?
While he thought about it Draco's mouth opened and, mid-snore, he said coolly: "I'm awake and I see you standing there."
"Arrgh!" Harry jumped up on the bed and threw himself on Draco – but over the covers so at least they weren't touching. "I haven't decided what I'm going to do to you yet," he growled, "But it's going to be completely horrible."
"Fine," Draco answered, still cool. "But can we do it up against a wall or something? This is where I sleep, Romeo."
A reasonable enough request. Harry rolled off him. "All right. Get up. Wall."
Draco got out of bed without even reaching for his wand, and did as he was told. He spread his feet and braced both hands against the wall.
Feeling somewhat cheated, Harry hissed at his back. "Why aren't you the least bit nervous?"
"Because you're Harry bloody Potter, that's why," Draco said.
Only Draco Malfoy could make I trust you sound like an insult. Harry sighed and touched his shoulder – bare, he noticed now. Draco was in briefs and nothing else. "What do I have to do?"
Draco spoke up without any hesitation. "Have an orgasm while you're physically touching me."
"That's it?"
"Mm-hm. You can do it the way I did, or if you'd rather wank all by yourself, I'll just stand on your foot or something."
Harry could think of very few things less appealing than trying to masturbate with Draco Malfoy standing on his foot.
"Or actually," Draco continued, "I could have the orgasm if you wanted… but then you'll have to beg for it all throughout, because I don't want the charm to wonder whether you were willing or not."
No, all right, this latest idea was even less appealing than the standing-on-foot thing. "Thanks but I'll have the orgasm," he decided. "You just stand there and… and try to look as much like an attractive female as possible. And don't say anything."
Draco moved a hand long enough to make an OK sign, and then resumed his position.
Harry took a breath and couldn't believe he was doing this… and reached into his pyjamas.
He took hold of himself and started to stroke, but after a moment Draco broke the rules and opened his mouth. "Don't forget to touch me," he murmured.
Harry borrowed a line. "Not sexy. Not helping."
Draco snorted and looked over his shoulder just long enough to figure out which of Harry's hands was not busy. He groped for the free wrist and closed his hand around it, hard. Harry winced; it was still sore from their wrestling bout earlier and the squeeze was not helping. "Ease up," he complained.
Draco did, but only a little. "Last thing we want is to screw up and forget to hang on," he pointed out. "We'd have to do this again."
"Fine, hang on then. But be quiet." Harry tried closing his eyes and pulling up a favorite fantasy. But he couldn't quite lose track of his surroundings the way he needed to with another person right there, breathing, touching him, warming the air right next to him. "I can't," he said at last, and took his hand out of his pants.
"Can't?"
"I can't toss off in front of another person."
"You're behind me."
"Very funny. Look, I'm sorry, I tried to ignore you, but… I can't."
Draco shrugged. "Don't ignore me, then," he suggested.
Harry froze. "You want me to...?"
"Want would be putting it a little strongly. But yeah, go ahead. You'd be surprised how far a warm body will go, no matter who it is. We're both human at least."
"Human?"
Draco shook his head, laughing a little. "That search committee I told you about? Um. There were goblins involved."
Harry tried to yank his wrist free, and when that failed he smacked Draco in the shoulder with his free hand. "Goblins? Draco!"
"So count your blessings, Potter."
"Are you serious?"
"Yep. Now stop thinking about goblins, and start thinking about Princess Leia in a bikini."
Sex with goblins was so disgusting that Harry couldn't manage to feel appropriately disgusted about this. He stepped forward until his pelvis was brushing Draco's, and Draco didn't flinch.
Harry took a deep breath. "Can you tilt your hips towards me?" he asked. Draco did, pressing his arse backwards, and Harry was surprised how well he fit against it. He gave a slow experimental thrust and yes, Draco was right, a warm body felt nice no matter who it belonged to. "Is that okay?"
"It's fine," Draco said, his voice almost perfectly cool. So Harry got grinding. Draco moved with him, matching his rhythm, and before long spread his legs too. That gave Harry the extra inch of height he needed to make the fit perfect, and Draco laughed at the way his breath caught. "Better?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Eventually Harry began wishing he'd put his glasses on; Draco's pale flawless skin was actually quite pretty in the moonlight. Once he'd noticed that, without really realizing what he was doing he reached out to run his fingers over Draco's shoulder, which made Draco arch in surprise, hissing.
For some reason the sound made Harry's stomach clench up delightfully. He wanted to hear it again. So, without removing his hand, a moment later he leaned close and blew air over Draco's neck.
"Ah-!" this time Draco yelped and pulled away, then pushed back, squeezing Harry's wrist hard. He swallowed once or twice and then said, unsteadily: "Don't, that tickles."
"What – this?" Harry skimmed his hand lightly down Draco's side to his waist, crushing him against the wall when he tried to twist away.
Draco was breathing hard, alternately tensing and trying to relax. "Harry," he complained.
"Shush. Squirming's good." Harry touched his ear to make him squirm harder.
"Harry!" he said again, tossing his head back. He turned to glare over his shoulder, but that made Harry lose the element of surprise and so Harry turned him firmly forwards again, by the hair. The idea came to him that perhaps a blindfold would be useful… but for some reason the image of Draco blindfolded and writhing pushed all his buttons and he was almost there.
He sped up, thinking about it, and reached around to tickle down Draco's ribs. When Draco arched and shuddered, making even more of those beautiful noises, Harry came in his pyjamas.
Afterwards he didn't want to think, much less talk, about what he had just done. He'd gotten off grinding against Draco – while thinking about more Draco. Disturbing and doubly disturbing.
Draco didn't seem much bothered by the whole thing though, except that he did whine, repeatedly: "Was the tickling really necessary?" while rubbing at his torso to get rid of the touch.
And he also made Harry sleep on the couch.
TBC.
Next comes nutty plotty happenings for a bit. But more nookie - real, actual nookie! - will come eventually.
Let me know what you think so far!
