Draco Undone

by Passo


Chapter Seven: Day Seven - The Last Day

Severus Snape was not himself.

He was distracted, too distracted to be mean even to the Hufflepuffs. He curtly ordered his class to join their same partners from last week and work on page 476 before sitting behind his desk, silently grading papers. His thin frame was in his usual black robe, his long black hair worn loose and a little untidy - just as he looked every single day since Draco started in Hogwarts almost seven years ago - except for one difference: the usual scowl was missing. The look on his pale face was strange, like he was pleased and angry at the same time. His movements were stiff, his fingers jerking as he held his quill, trying to write. Draco couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was but something or someone obviously caused his head of house to be barely cognizant of his surroundings.

Draco flicked a glance at Ron Weasley. The redheaded boy was staring at Snape, ignoring the textbook and letting Hermione Granger do all the work. She didn't seem to mind.

Draco frowned. It was all very suspicious and he wasn't sure if he approved.

Harry came in shamelessly late, clutching his book in his arms. He glanced at their empty table and noted that Draco did not have his. Unlike the other students, the blond Slytherin didn't gather the ingredients from the storeroom yet, preferring to wait for Harry instead. Harry felt guilty about waking up too late to pick Draco up and his school books from the Slytherin Dungeon this morning. It was the seventh day - the day before Draco would finally lose the cast - and Harry couldn't even do the simplest tasks to help him. He paused and glanced at Snape, expecting the hook-nosed Potions teacher to deduct 10, 20 or 30 points from Gryffindor, depending on how annoyed he was, for Harry's lateness. To his astonishment, Snape didn't say a word. He never even saw Harry enter the classroom.

Amazing, Harry mused. I wonder if this has something to do with Ron.

Draco saw Harry at the doorway and quickly waved him over, silently asking the Gryffindor to hurry before Snape caught him. As soon as Harry was close enough, Draco whispered urgently, "Page 476. I could be wrong but I think it's veritaserum."

Harry opened the textbook and was mildly surprised to see that the Slytherin was right. He looked at Draco admirably, "Someone knows his potions."

"Don't give me too much credit, Potter," Draco said in a low voice. "My father keeps a healthy stock at home and I help him make it sometimes. He uses it for, um, business purposes."

"Of course," Harry said doubtfully. "Business purposes."


Harry really liked Draco. He liked Draco a lot more than he ever thought possible. In fact, his affection for Draco increased constantly and exponentially the more time he spent in his company. The sex certainly helped. Harry adjusted his collar - he suddenly felt hot while thinking of the first passionate night they spent together in their little secret room. But it wasn't just that. To his surprise, he found Draco to be, amongst many other things, charismatic, witty, and smart. They made love several times that night but they also talked, learning more about each other as the hours passed between short naps and sex. Really amazing sex. However, it wasn't the sex that made him increasingly fond of the Slytherin. The more he was with Draco, the more he realized that he was not the cardboard, two-dimensional asshole that they made him out to be. Still, he had to admit that Draco did a lot of stupid, despicable, and wretched things in their early to middle teenage years.

Until the war happened. The war changed them all, even the Slytherin purebloods who allied with the Dark Lord. There were deaths on both sides and, as harrowing as the year-long war was, the aftermath was even worse. The magical world finally had time to digest the pain, endure the heartbreak, and dwell on what they loved and lost. Most had to pick up the shattered pieces of their lives. The Malfoys were no exception. Draco lost a sister - killed by Voldemort himself to punish Lucius Malfoy for something never revealed to the public - and his family went through months of trials and interrogations. Lucius and Narcisa both spent five months in Azkaban before they were finally exonerated. Although Harry suspected that Lucius' claim that they were under Voldemort's Imperius spell was not entirely honest, the evidence was simply insufficient to convict them of the charges.

As for Draco… Harry was not sure where he belonged in the picture. All he knew was that Draco lay low for months, unseen by anyone except by his family's closest friends and a few lawyers. He wondered how it must have been like; waiting alone in their big empty house with only a few house-elves for company, mourning a dead sibling while his parents were locked away, not knowing if they would ever return.

Harry may not have been privy to the Malfoys' secrets but he was sure of one thing: it changed Draco. Gone was the boy who followed them around and whose aim was to create trouble. The loud, incessant name-calling stopped and was replaced by apathy. There were occasional insults but, more often than not, Draco and his housemates simply turned a blind eye, preferring to ignore Harry and his friends instead of antagonizing them head-on. The Slytherins did not cower from anyone but chose to keep to themselves, barely speaking to students from other houses unless they had to. If it wasn't for the accident, he and Draco possibly would not have spoken to each other until they both left Hogwarts.

And now here they were with their little secret. Their deliciously sinful and erotic secret.

As improbable as it was, Harry liked Draco Malfoy very much indeed.

Like last week, Harry prepared the ingredients, doing the tasks that Draco couldn't manage with one hand. Draco knew the recipe by heart so he took charge of brewing the potion, instructing Harry with each step. They stood very close to each other, their bodies touching, fingers meeting surreptitiously. While reaching for a utensil, Draco's hand briefly brushed against Harry's groin, and it took all of Harry's self control to stop himself from moaning in pleasure. He was relieved that Draco knew what he was doing in class because he was absolutely useless at this point. He wondered if anyone noticed what they were up to - they were barely discreet.

The Slytherin hid a smile, enjoying the other boy's discomfort.

After Potions, Harry said a quick goodbye to Hermione and Ron before walking away with Draco. The crowd dwindled as students entered their respective classrooms. With a meaningful look at Draco, Harry walked towards their private room, letting the blond follow his lead.

"What are you doing? It's the middle of the day!" Draco gasped as Harry quickly unbuttoned Draco's robes and let it fall, pooling around Draco's feet.

"I don't care. We have an hour before Transfiguration and I don't want to waste it."

He ignored Draco's objections and rubbed his palm against the other's crotch, feeling Draco's growing arousal through his boxers. He pulled the Slytherin's tie until he reached his lips, kissing him hard - so hard that it must have hurt.

Blood pounded in Harry's ears. Never in his life had he wanted to kiss someone this bad, crave to touch and be touched, be needed and desired - he wanted to take everything Draco could offer and, at the same time, give all of himself to the boy before him. His tongue probed Draco's mouth, pushing between his teeth and tasting his intoxicating sweetness. Theirs was never simply just a kiss.

He put his hand down Draco's boxers and held his penis in his hands, stroking it lightly, driving the other mad until he groaned against Harry's lips.

"This is what you get for tempting me in class," Harry whispered roughly. "I think you need to learn your lesson, Mr. Malfoy. Now… strip!" he ordered.

With shaking hands, Draco discarded the rest of his clothing, afraid to meet Harry's eyes as the dark-haired boy watched him undress appreciatively. Harry had already disrobed, revealing his large, throbbing erection. Draco's heart leaped in his chest, still amazed with Harry's intense desire for him.

Weakly, he let Harry lead him to bed. He lay facedown on the pillows, letting Harry push his legs apart until he could sit between them. Draco couldn't see what Harry was doing and the anticipation just fueled his lust, he wanted the dark-haired boy so badly; he shut his eyes and waited. Suddenly, Draco felt Harry's lubricated fingers penetrate him, caressing him gently inside until Draco slowly relaxed, his tightness subsiding. Harry fucked him softly with his fingers, taking his time, exploring until he found Draco's sweet spot. When he heard Draco cry in response, he pressed harder, smiling as the Slytherin squirmed with pleasure, stroking it over and over until his beautiful fair-haired lover begged for mercy.

Draco felt like he was flying. What Harry had done - what he had felt - was all new to him. He knew that no matter how long their relationship lasted, he would never get tired of their lovemaking. He shivered with passion under Harry's touch, all self-consciousness thrown to the wind.

Harry withdrew his fingers and, with both hands on the bed, he moved into Draco, his penis sliding smoothly into the other boy's slick opening. There was no gentleness this time, he was brutal as he savagely fucked Draco ass, his passion overriding all caution. The blond boy whimpered at the heady mix of pleasure and pain as their bodies moved in rhythm. He allowed Harry to claim him fully, wanting more than anything to belong.

He heard Harry's breathing quicken, felt his hard, final thrust until he finally groaned and shuddered, ejaculating inside Draco.

Harry fell forward, his sweaty head resting on Draco's marble-white back, waiting until his body calmed down from the height of his orgasm. He breathed slowly, deeply, lovingly running his fingers over his lover's arm.

Just when Draco thought that they were done, Harry turned him over. The green-eyed boy had a wicked smile on his face.

"We're not finished yet," he said, "Now it's your turn."

He went down on Draco, sucking and blowing him with ardor. His fingers entered Draco again, rubbing his sweet spot as he sucked harder and harder. Draco watched his petal pink lips wrap around him, his pink tongue teasing him. Draco's hips bucked against Harry's face, fucking his mouth as he moaned in bliss. Harry held his gaze, green meeting grey, as Draco came, crying out Harry's name while the other boy licked and swallowed every drop of cum from Draco's dick.

Draco slumped on the bed with exhaustion. He watched Harry lick his lips, as if savoring the taste of Draco's cum. The Slytherin found it incredibly erotic.

Later, they both lay on the bed, spent and satisfied. Harry pulled the Slytherin close to him, fingers teasing the other's smooth skin. "Happy?" he whispered.

"Very," Draco sighed in contentment.


They didn't have time to shower so they cleaned up as much as they could. During Transfiguration, Draco felt self-conscious, convinced that he and Harry reeked of sex and that everyone knew exactly what they were up to. He casually looked around and, to his relief, did not notice any odd looks from his classmates.

Harry sat several rows away with his fellow Gryffindors. Draco could see part of his profile as he listened attentively to Professor McGonagall. He looked serene and beautiful, green eyes wide and deceptively innocent behind his glasses.

If they only knew, Draco thought.

As if he felt Draco's eyes on him, Harry turned his head slightly and met the Slytherin's stare, making Draco blush and look down.

Pansy was right. He would be lost without Harry Potter.


They were alone behind the greenhouse. The students were gone and Professor Sprout returned to the castle. They held hands as they sat on the grass, watching the sunset. Harry's head rested on Draco's shoulder, his hair tickling the base of the Slytherin's neck. Draco lightly squeezed Harry's hand, he didn't want the day to end.

"Harry?"

"Yes?" Harry turned to him, inquisitively.

"Tomorrow, we won't have an excuse anymore," Draco said. He paused and hesitated, hating having to bring it up. "My cast will be off and I will no longer need your help. There won't be a reason for you to walk around school with me."

"Hmmm," Harry murmured.

Frustrated, Draco pursed his lips. What did that even mean?

"Harry, did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, I did," the Gryffindor answered calmly. "I don't see why it matters."

Draco's breath caught. Was Harry ending it? Were they over before they even began? He felt the heat gather behind his eyes and he forced himself to stop, he refused to embarrass himself before Harry Potter.

Some of his frustration and sadness must have shown on his face because the dark-haired boy suddenly looked concerned.

"Relax," Harry said, reassuringly, hugging him close. "Why are you so worried?"

Draco looked down, ashamed at what he was about to say. "I don't want you to leave me," he whispered.

"Leave you?" Harry chuckled. He tried to speak but his mirth made it difficult to stop. He buried his face in Draco's sleeve, laughing until he could barely breathe.

"I'm glad you think this is funny," Draco snapped. "Because I don't."

"Draco, Draco, Draco…" Harry shook his head, amused. "Do you think that I'm only with you because of your injury or because you needed help? I thought you were smarter than that."

Draco stared at him, grey eyes wide. "What… what do you mean?" he stammered.

"I'm with you because I want to be with you," Harry confessed. He took Draco's face in his hands and continued, "I like spending time with you. I love being with you. Every time you look at me, the world seems like a brighter, better place."

Harry came closer and kissed him softly in the lips.

"That silly cast is not important and I do not need an excuse to be with you." His green eyes held so much promise.

Draco laid his head back, his anxiety gone. Harry did not exactly say the three magic words but Draco was content with what he heard.

...For now.


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

~ Pablo Neruda


TBC

(July 2015)

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