Back again! Gosh I've been quick with updates lately, I'm amazed at myself, I'm never this efficient! Ahhh, but it is my eighteenth today you see, and as I will not be partying or anything like that, I thought I'd spend the time doing what I love; writing for you guys!
Well, since it's my eighteenth, I decided to give myself, and you guys, a present :P In this chapter: The first of many sexual scenes to come. MUAHAHAHAHAH! –cough- Anyway…on with the next chapter!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be. The smexy in this chapter though? All mine.
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Draco sighed wearily as he sat down, dumping his books on the desk before him. This year's potions class wasn't as good as the previous year's, and he found himself bereft of Slytherin friends. That said, there were hardly any Gryffindors in the class, and that had to be a good thing.
There was no Granger to get in his way, and no Weasley to spill things all over him by 'accident'. All up, he supposed it was a fair trade.
A stack of books hit the bench beside him, and he sighed deeply, head ducking a little lower as he muttered to himself. Of course, there was still one person from their year that he knew, and apparently, would be spending the class with from now one, much to his displeasure.
'Malfoy.' Harry acknowledged as he sat, shuffling his books until they were in the correct order. Turning to face Draco he took a quick breath, and started to speak.
'Now hear me out.'
Draco groaned; this ought to be good. Turning his body to face the other, he raised an eyebrow and nodded for Harry to continue.
'Look, I hate you, and you hate me, that's no secret.' Harry said pointedly, 'But you can't deny that we worked well last lesson, and I personally think this class is too important for me to spend it paired with some idiot who can't tell the difference between a dempsey and snugglewort.'
Draco snorted quietly at that, and found himself nodding, 'I would have to agree.'
Harry smiled lightly, and ducked his head in thanks, 'Then I propose a ceasefire during potions classes, so that we can cooperate, if not get along. I think it's possible for us to ace this class, so long as we work together, rather than trying to sabotage the other.'
Draco nodded, 'As much as I would like to disagree, your logic is sound, and we did work well together.'
Draco hesitated, before holding his hand out, 'Truce?'
Harry eyed the hand suspiciously, before nodding, and clasping it with his own.
Draco eyed the hand clasped tightly in his own, and didn't allow the other boy to pull away as he turned it this way and that. It was bandaged well, but with the pressure from his grasp he could see blood begin to blossom along the white fabric, and he jerked away quickly.
'You didn't go and see Madam Pomfrey?' he asked in shock, regret stabbing his gut as he realised he'd inadvertently re-opened the wounds.
Harry cursed and pulled his hand back to his side, shrugging as he checked the bandages, before seemingly deciding that it was nothing to worry about. 'Yeah, it wasn't really necessary.'
'Not necessary?' Draco gasped, 'Are you kidding me? You sliced your hand open really badly, you should get it seen to immediately!'
Harry just shrugged, 'It doesn't matter, okay. Just leave it alone.'
Draco nodded silently, and turned back to face the front of the class. He was in no position to tell the other what to do, as they were far from friends, but he couldn't help but think something else was wrong.
Shrugging, he watched as Snape entered from the supply closet, and strode to the front of the class. His eyes met his godson's, and quickly flicked to the boy sat next to him. Suddenly, a small smile lit his otherwise sallow features, and he nodded warmly to Draco, before his face turned to its usual desolate scowl, his sights set on his apprehensive students.
Draco's jaw could have hit the floor; what the hell was that about?
He shrugged again, and began to copy down his notes, the sound of quill scratching against paper beside him letting him know his new partner was doing the same.
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Draco sighed, brow creasing as he looked at their sadly unfinished potion, before he waved his wand and cleared it of the thick goop. Beside him Harry had already gathered his books and stood to leave, which left the shorter boy a few steps behind him.
At the door an arm was slung around Harry's shoulders as he was dragged forward, Ron Weasley quickly coming into view as the owner of said arm.
Draco wrinkled his nose, attempting to stay behind in the shadows, where the horrid boy wouldn't see him.
'Harry!' Ron crowed happily, 'How was potions?'
Harry merely shrugged, 'It was the same as always. How was herbology?'
Ron frowned, 'Best not to ask mate. So hey, why is all of your stuff gone from our room?' he asked suddenly, worry lighting his features.
Harry shrugged, 'I've got new room, so all of my stuff is being moved in.'
Ron gaped, 'You're what?'
Malfoy had to echo that statement; students never got their own quarters, where was the other boy moving to?
Harry shrugged, 'Just don't worry about it Ron, think of it this way, now you get the room all to yourself!
Ron grinned at that, 'Awesome!'
Harry chuckled, patting Ron on the shoulder as he pulled away from his tight grip, shaking himself as though he was happy to be rid of the touch, though Draco thought the other boy didn't notice the action.
'So are you ever going to take that nail polish off?' Ron asked with a laugh, gesturing the Harry's black nails, 'You know the teachers are going to notice it sooner or later.'
Harry frowned deeply, 'I didn't put it on in the first place, and I've been trying for the last two days to get it off, but nothing works!' he looked frustrated as he said it, and it was clear to Draco that what he said was the truth.
'Damn!' Ron sighed, 'Do you think a student spelled them that way?' His eyes blew wide a second later, 'I bet it was Malfoy!' he crowed.
Draco frowned hidden in the shadows behind them; he took great offence to that!
Harry shook his head, 'Nah, they were like that before I even got on the train, remember? I'm not sure how or when it happened…maybe I touched something at Grimmauld Place that did it?'
Ron shrugged, 'I guess so.'
Their conversation apparently over, the two turned and started to head out for lunch.
Draco sighed, body relaxing as he allowed himself to step from the shadows. Watching Harry leave he noticed a dark mark on his neck, peeking out from beneath his robes. He wondered what it could be, but shrugged to himself, hefting his books more securely in his arms, before moving away.
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Draco shifted on his bed, eyes set desolately on the dark ceiling as he flung his arms and legs out wide, making full use of his huge bed. It was true that students didn't get their own quarters, but Malfoy money was enough to ensure that Draco got a room all to himself, queen size four poster bed included.
He felt hot, stiflingly so. Sitting up he pulled his shirt off and gasped as a cool breeze from his window hit his chest, sending a soft chill skating across his flesh.
Falling back against the bed heavily he groaned, cool sheets meeting his feverish skin in a way that sent tingles down his spine, but it still wasn't enough.
Lifting his hips he slid his hands down his sides, before his thumbs caught in his pants, and pulled them down, exposing length after length of milky skin. When they were far enough down he flicked his foot and sent them to the floor along with his shirt, naked skin prickling as he moaned, curling this way and that in the sheets.
His body was on fire as he groaned headily, fingers catching in the sheets to rub them against his skin, the prickling growing more intense as he flushed, pale cheeks staining pink in the dim light.
Rolling onto his side he curled into a tight ball, before flinging his limbs out and flopping back onto his back, unable to get comfortable while he felt so riled up.
Taking a shaky breath he let the fingers of his left hand meet the shivering flesh of his chest, sparks instantly alighting under his fingers as they skidded across his body, trailing scorching marks down his flushed skin.
His fingers crept up his chest, his neck, and up to his face, where they caressed his soft lips, before pressing forward.
His breathing was harsh as he allowed the fingers entrance to his mouth; hot tongue flicking out to draw them further in, bathing them in heat and want. As he sucked on his fingers, his right hand came up, sliding across the smooth skin of his side, to pluck sharply at a nipple.
He gasped and arched his back, teeth biting lightly on the fingers inside his mouth as his body thrummed. The same hand continued to torture the soft nipple, before moving down his chest achingly slow.
The slim digits circled his navel, before trailing ever so slowly past the rise and fall of his hip bone. He groaned, arching up into the touch as he sucked desperately on his fingers, which pressed against his tongue pleasurably.
His right hand dipped low, fingers coming dangerously close to his arousal. He throbbed with need, cock hard as he teased his body, not giving it what it wanted, what it needed. The tips of his fingers instead followed the path down the side of his groin, curling against his sensitive inner thigh as he shivered and shook.
His legs moved up of their own accord, feet planted firmly against the bed as his quivering thighs parted, leaving him exposed as a curling breeze from the window caressed his thighs and balls, making him shiver.
His fingers ran the length of his thigh, before sliding back down and gently stroking the other, his skin prickling and burning where it met. He gasped and moaned, wanting it so badly.
Slowly, so slowly, his fingers moved back down the thigh, skating across his balls with the barest of touch, sending his hips off the bed as he moaned out loud, the slight touch enough to make his cock twitch with need.
And suddenly his hand was closing firmly, surely around his cock, and pulling with one long, intense stroke.
He cried out, body convulsing as he shuddered and moaned, heals digging into the bed as his hips bucked, back arching strongly as he sucked on the fingers in his mouth with renewed lust.
His hand quickly set a steady pace, each long stroke making him sigh and shudder as pleasure rushed through his system. After only moments he was close, so god damned close, but still he needed more.
His thumb pressed firmly over the head of his erection, making him cry out again as the slick substance leaking from the tip was spread across his skin.
Suddenly his fingers were gone, his left hand trailing down his chest just as the right had earlier. He didn't know what it was doing until there was a sudden, earth shattering press to his entrance, slick fingers rubbing circles around it gently.
He gasped, throwing his head back as the first pressed forward, fingertip breaching his tight entrance, pressing forward even as the hand on his erection pumped faster, making him twist and shudder on the bed, body wracked with too much pleasure.
The slim finger pressed forward, before pulling back and plunging in again. He cried out as he mercilessly finger fucked himself, the pleasure too much as he took a second finger, stretching the virgin muscles as his slim digits pressed in to the hilt, sending him gasping.
His fingers twisted and sudden pleasure lanced through his system, making him writhe and cry out as he hit orgasm, hot seed splashing against his chest as his hand tightened around his erection, strokes grown stilted as his body shook and quaked, fingers still thrusting shallowly within his body.
Gasping, his body went limp as he pulled his fingers free, legs falling flat as he panted in post orgasmic bliss.
He led shivering on the bed for a long time, before finally managing to pull the thin, wet in patches sheet over his naked body.
Sighing contentedly, he rolled onto his side, and settled in for sleep.
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Harry strode inside his new room, slumping down on a couch wearily as he was welcomed warmly by his two friends.
'Welcome home Harry!' Orion smiled, her hand slapping closed the book she'd been reading.
'And how was potions today?' Phillius asked, his gaze lazy as he eyed the boy, 'did that boy you mentioned accede?'
Harry nodded, 'Yes, but I don't think he was very happy about it. Either way, we'll be working together from now on. It's clear that despite our differences, we work well together.'
Orion nodded, 'Interesting, that despite the fact you hate each other, you are still capable of producing such wonderful potions. What did you prepare today?'
Harry sighed, 'We were unable to complete today's potion, but the two of us got further than any other pair, so I suppose that's something.' He shook his head tiredly, 'Snape is giving us ridiculously difficult potions to prepare, they're much too hard for our current level!'
Phillius nodded, 'He's probably just testing the waters, you are in a new class after all. Give you an easy potion and perhaps half the class or more would finish. Give you a hard one that no one can complete, and he can at least see who can get to what point.'
Harry nodded, 'That makes sense.'
Suddenly there was a loud crack, and Kreacher stood in the middle of the room, large trunk behind him.
'Master Black, your trunk', he stated with a small bow.
'Thank you Kreacher, you may return to your other duties now.' Harry smiled warmly.
Kreacher nodded and disappeared, leaving Harry's trunk sat solidly in the middle of the room. He stood quickly and moved before it, opening it happily as his two doxies sprang forth, cuddling his face as though they had not seen him in months. Holding out his hand for them they settled on his palm, as he moved to retake his seat.
Orion and Phillius stared at him with large eyes, the two doxies playing happily in his palm.
'Harry…' Phillius said quietly, 'Are those the two doxies you mentioned?'
Harry looked up and nodded, the two biting fairies suddenly stilling as their eyes shot to the portrait.
Noticing the stillness in his hand, Harry looked quickly at the two, who were bristling and hissing, sharp teeth clearly exposed.
Startled, he soothed them quickly, 'Mex, Flx, don't worry, these portraits are my friends, they won't hurt you.'
The two blinked at him, before nodding slowly and moving to settle on his shoulder, still watching the portraits warily.
Orion's eyes were wider than Harry had ever seen them, 'They have names?' she gasped, 'And they understand you?'
Harry nodded, 'Yeah. I didn't give them the names, they told me. They can't speak, but they always seem to understand everything I tell them.'
Phillius looked as though he might be in shock, 'And you brought them with you?'
Harry shook his head, 'No, they stowed away in my trunk.' He said it sternly, knowing the two would hear the disapproval still clear in his voice.
Rather than feel chastened, they trilled happily, giggling at his attempt at seriousness.
His face broke into a warm smile as he chuckled, shaking his head at the two.
'They shouldn't be here!' Orion's tone was as harsh as her words were sudden, her eyes hard, 'Harry they could get you in serious trouble!'
Mex and Flx hissed angrily, the sound of her angry voice startling them from Harry's shoulder as they buzzed in the air in front of him, seemingly stuck between staying and protecting Harry, or flying at the woman for her words.
Harry frowned, angry on the little creature's behalves, 'Why not? They've done nothing wrong.'
'Harry, they could get you expelled! Or worse, someone could find out-'
'Orion!' Phillius' sudden outburst stunned the woman into silence, her eyes wide and breathing harsh as she tried to compose herself.
Mex and Flx bobbed worriedly, their little eyes wide as they hissed at the portraits, their faces ashen and skin dark with anger.
Harry reached out for them, trying to calm the two biting fairies as they jittered in the air. Catching Flx gently he tried to pull him to him to comfort him, but the little creature was so startled and afraid, that suddenly there was a sharp sting in his thumb, sending Harry jumping back on the couch as he swore painfully, eyes blown wide in shock.
Flx shrieked with sudden and startling regret, flitting straight to Harry's hand, but it was too late. His thumb bled profusely where it had been bitten, black poison dripping from the tiny wounds that were already swelling and splitting his skin.
Orion and Phillius cried out, but were helpless to do anything as Harry stared in shock at his hand. He vision started to fade at the edges, darkening as spots of vivid colour burst before his eyes. He realised suddenly that he had gone deaf, the two doxies flitting worriedly before him, shrieking and crying but no sound reaching his ears.
Slowly, the world turned sideways, and Harry slipped from the couch. His body falling heavily to the floor, he dimly registered the two portraits pounding fists against their prison as they tried to reach him, before the world went black, and he fell into darkness.
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