Author's note: alright, chapter 8! Like I mentioned, this chapter will be full of M-rated content. So if you find slash, foul language and sexually related topics too much for you, please don't read this.
Another important point: I went back and replaced chapter 6: Flawless. Do please reread it! I basically changed the whole second half.
Hope you guys enjoy! I love reading y'alls reviews, so keep sending them!
Here are a few questions I need to answer from the last round of reviews:
emerald faerie15the last chapter was set about two or three months after Draco and Harry got together. Trust me, I wouldn't have them jumping into bed with each other three days after!
Twilight016: nothing TOO dirty (yet). Don't worry, though. I won't let you down! (J/K)!
Disclaimer: Gee, I haven't put one of these in a long time. Basically, I don't own Harry Potter or any of its affiliated characters. I only own this (wonderful) plot.
Chapter 8: Into the Night
Harry sighed, enjoying the feel of Draco's hands rubbing him down. A moan escaped as cool fingertips slid down the length of his torso. A shudder soon followed as the same hands glided briefly over his hard member.
"Draco… you're torturing me," Harry muttered in a pained voice. He thrust his hips upward, brushing his groin against Draco's palm. He moaned, softly begging him to take him.
Draco straddled Harry, looking down at him with heavily hooded eyes filled with lust. Harry could see the pure want in his expression. Without warning, he sat up, causing Draco to go on his back. Quickly, he got on top of him and pinned him to the mattress. Draco grinned wildly, enjoying the struggle as he captured the raven-haired boy's lips in a passionate kiss. Harry pushed his body against the blond, every curve matched up as hot skin melded together perfectly.
"So, you want to play it rough?" With a growl, Draco suddenly shifted, flipping Harry over so that he was on the top. Teeth bared, Draco grunted playfully, "I always top." He ran a trail of kisses down to his belly button, where he explored with his tongue. Harry squirmed uncomfortably.
Gesturing to his erection, Harry murmured, "Please, do it now." He snaked his hand from Draco's grasp and stroked the Slytherin's gently. He gasped, biting his bottom lip. The hand slipped around his neck, pulling his mouth down for a heated kiss. Abruptly impatient, Draco pulled away and grabbed the jar of lube.
"Hurry," Harry begged, sounding desperate now. Tension was building in his lower parts, and he was anxious to let go.
With gentle hands, Draco put the Gryfindor on his back. Using his forefinger and middle finger, he stretched Harry's entrance as tenderly as he could. Then, placing a sensual kiss to the nape of his neck, Draco shoved in hard.
A loud moan escaped Harry as Draco set a rhythm of pounding. Harry rose off of the bed, matching his movements to Draco's as hips met cheeks. With one hand, Draco rubbed Harry up and down, trying to stimulate him while pushing in and out. Harry uttered his name in a strained voice several times, caught up in the high of an on-coming orgasm.
"Come on, baby," Draco urged Harry on, as he continued to move upward. "Just a little more…"
Harry tightened his muscles around Draco in response, and he went mad. The blond went into a frenzy of forceful thrusts, causing Harry to grip the sides of the mattress in pure ecstasy.
Soon, Harry was coming, followed shortly by an exhausted Draco. Harry felt warmth spread inside him as Draco let go. Both collapsed on the bed, one on top of the other. Several minutes went by without either saying anything.
Finally, someone spoke. "Dra… Draco…" Harry called out, worn out.
An equally tired blond answered. "What?"
Heaving a sigh, he whispered, "I… I can't… breathe."
Snickering, Draco realized what Harry meant and rolled off of his drained body. "Better now?" he inquired, with amusement in his voice. A hand reached out to playfully smack him in the face.
"Not… funny," Harry heaved, eyes closed. Once he caught his breath, he sat up slowly and leaned against the headboard. Draco joined him, and Harry rested his head on his shoulder.
"Umm… Harry?" Draco hesitantly spoke after a moment or two.
"Hmm?"
"Well…" he paused, seeming unsure. Harry looked over at him.
"What?"
The blond narrowed his eyes at the hint of impatience in his voice. "Never mind. Wouldn't want to bother your pretty little head at the moment." He rolled his eyes.
Candidly, Harry asked, "Umm, Draco?"
"What?" Draco replied coolly, mimicking the impatience he heard only moments before. He had a feeling the other boy was just playing around.
"Do you…"
"Quit stalling and say what you have to say!" Draco exclaimed, agitated.
Harry tried again. "Do you really…" He fluttered his eyelashes enticingly. "Think I'm pretty?" A smirk was plastered on his face, though he tried to hide it.
Dodging a pillow, Harry barely heard him reply over his loud giggling. "Hell yeah." A pause. "But not as pretty as me."
This time Draco was the one to dodge a pillow.
"Shut the bloody fuck up."
Harry sat in a car on the Hogwarts Express, watching Luna read the "Quibbler" upside-down for the umpteenth time. He tilted his head to the side, wondering not for the first time why she did that, but after a moment or so he gave up. Sitting back and closing his eyes, he settled on the explanation that Luna was… well, just Luna.
He checked his watch, drumming his fingers on his knee impatiently as the crowd outside slowly thinned. The footsteps in the walkways became softer as students settled down. Time was running out, and as Harry glanced at his watch again, he became more and more anxious.
Without looking up from her reading, Luna spoke quietly, "He'll be here soon."
A knock at the door interrupted Harry's thoughts, and he shot up to open it. After seeing who it was, he let out a sigh and sat back down. Ron followed.
"So, is that how you react to the arrival of your best mate? I should be offended!" The red-head flopped down next to Luna, and pecked her on the cheek, grinning good-naturedly.
Harry smiled too. Ron's grin had always been infectious, and soon he had the three of them laughing and having a good time. Harry didn't even notice the arm slip around his waist.
"What the hell…" he exclaimed, surprised to see Malfoy sitting beside him. Snuggling closer to him, he whispered, "When did you get here?"
"About 5 minutes ago; my Prefect duties took me longer than I expected." Draco shifted his hand up to Harry's chin and pulled him in to a passionate kiss. Luna snickered and Ron pretended to gage.
"Get a bloody room," Ron uttered in a disgusted tone. "Honestly-
Draco cut him off. "Ron, you'd think that after almost 7 months of us being together, you'd finally be able to stomach the idea of me getting into the famous Potter's trousers?" He paused and gave Harry another sound kiss. "Seriously, you might as well. I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon." He smirked at the repulsed look on Ron's face. "The sex is way too good."
"Guys, can't we just enjoy our last train ride? Please?" Harry glanced pleadingly from blonde to red-head, hoping for an agreement.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Ron stubbornly muttered, "Fine."
Harry now gazed expectantly at Draco. He could see calculations in his expression, and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"Sure," Draco agreed happily, looking at Ron. He stroked Harry's cheek comfortingly. "You won't have any more problems out of me."
Sighing happily, he settled into Draco's arms.
The rest of the ride home went by in a comfortable silence, leaving Harry's mind free to turn to more pressing matters. His summer vacation, for one. And… the war.
Harry sighed again, this time sadly. He had decided to hunt Voldemort down and end this war. He didn't know how long it would take, nor what it would take… but Harry knew he could do it. He had to. And he had to do it alone.
He wrapped Draco's arms around himself tightly, wanting him to never let go. Harry had told no one of his quest. Not Ron, not Hermione… not even Draco. And Harry never planned to. He knew they would never let him do this alone. They would go with him.
Harry concentrated on the lift of Draco's chest as he breathed in and out. It would hurt him the most when he found out he'd left without telling him. But Harry felt it was for the best. He was determined not to drag the rest of them down with him. They would not suffer.
The Gryfindor felt his eyelids grow heavy as sleep descended on him. Harry closed his eyes willingly, grateful for the much-needed rest. As he drifted off, he wondered how he was ever going to leave Draco behind.
"Well, here we are," Draco whispered softly, grabbing Harry's hand. Fingers entwined, he explained, "My parents are gone, so we've got the place to ourselves for a while."
"Nice place," Harry commented, looking around. They stood in a high-ceiling foyer, with white marble floors and Greek-inspired columns. Magnificent portraits of past Malfoys hung on either side of the giant room.
"Its home," the blond muttered indifferently, leading him down a hallway. Three right turns and two staircases later, they found themselves outside of Draco's bedroom.
"Here it is," Draco said, swinging Harry's hand and pushing the door open. Harry gasped. A huge, medieval-set room was before him.
Large, high-backed chairs with dark emerald fabric sat at different points throughout the room. A diamond chandelier hung from the center of the roof, showcasing the family's great wealth. Floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with long draperies, and a fireplace burned in a corner. A door to the right led to another part of the house.
"Umm… wow." Harry gazed around with his mouth open, trying to take it all in with one swoop. Finding it difficult, he managed to choke out, "You… you live here?"
"Well… yeah." Draco chuckled softly at Harry's bewilderment and hugged him from behind. Anxiously he asked, "Do you like it?"
"Like it?" Harry turned around, staring at him incredulously. "I love it. Its… wonderful." He shook his head, unable to believe that he even had to ask.
Draco broke into a relieved grin. "Thank god." Looking at his watch, he studied it for a moment with a perplexed expression.
Feeling a bit in-the-dark, Harry moved beside him and looked at the watch too. "What's the matter?"
"Well…" Draco shrugged. "I didn't realize what time it was." He crossed his arms, looking as if he were trying to make a decision. Finally, he quickly scooped Harry up and threw him on the bed.
"What the…" Harry trailed off and Draco began administrating kisses to his chest. Whatever Draco was trying to decide, he'd apparently made a decision.
Harry stirred from Draco's arms, standing to pull his clothes on. As he reached for his glasses, a clock told him it was eleven o'clock. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he quickly shoved his shoes on before he changed his mind.
He ran a hand through his unruly hair, not really bothering to comb it. As if there was a point. Leaning down to give his sleeping boyfriend a parting kiss, he brushed a lock of stray hair away from his face. For the last time. Swinging his backpack on his shoulder, he headed for the door.
But he stopped. Harry hesitated, not wanting to leave. He looked back over to the bed where they had made love. Twice. A sleeping Draco lay twisted in the bed sheets, unbeknown to his lover's departure.
Harry struggled not to cry as he turned away and went out the door. He knew it was for the best. Without looking back, the raven-haired boy left into the night.
Author's note: whew, that was a long one! Hope y'all enjoyed it! It was a hard chapter to write…
i kno harry's being SUCH a drama queen... well, king, but its for the best. hope this chapter went ok!
