A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews. The ending of this chapter is mildly graphic but hopefully tastefully written.
Disc.: I wrote the story, not the characters. All the errors are mine.
Lost "V"
Draco couldn't help but watch Harry in potions. Harry knew it, too. He could feel Draco's heavy gaze on him, despite how much he tried to ignore the boy. Harry scratched the back of his neck, as if physically removing the look of the other boy. He could hear Blaise making some smart comment, but Harry didn't care. He couldn't have been happier at the moment.
"Professor," Harry said as he raised his hand, practically waving his hand around in the air.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Professor Snape snarled as his eyes maliciously fell on the messy haired boy.
"Can I be excused to the restroom?" Harry asked. Professor Snape shook his head.
"You can't hold it?" Professor Snape taunted. Harry didn't reply. The man sighed. "Go, and be quick. There's not much time left in the class."
"Thanks," Harry said jumping up out of his chair. He was casual as he headed through the door, grabbing the pass as he went out. Harry didn't really have to use the bathroom, but he couldn't stand being in that class at the moment. He was too excited to sit still and behave. Harry was humming as he headed over to the urinal, figuring he might as well and try to use the bathroom since he was there. He didn't look up as the door swung open.
"Princess Potter in the Pooper," Blaise taunted. Harry sighed, zipping his trousers and heading over to the faucet to wash his hands.
"Real mature. What's your deal, Blaise?" Harry asked as he dried his hands. Neither boy had their wand drawn, but this had the potential to escalate fast. "I get it. You think my being gay is just one more thing to ride me about. Whatever, ok? No one thinks you are that funny, except for your brother Slytherins."
"Ride you about? Slytherin wouldn't permit you to prance about the castle, spreading your love around," Blaise said quickly as he remained leaning against the rubbish bin. "Not like your great Gryffindor would."
"And that's the problem isn't it?" Harry said as he crossed his arms. He could grab his wand at any second, should he need to. The way that Blaise had his eyes trained on Harry made him slightly nervous and Harry was beginning to feel like a caged animal.
"Yeah, it is," Blaise said. He opened his mouth to say something more but the door swung open and Draco entered. Harry rolled his eyes. He could handle a single Slytherin on his own with ease, but two, even one with which he had a fling with, would put him at a great disadvantage.
"What are you two doing in here?" Draco demanded suspiciously. Blaise was smirking and Harry was looking rather nervous.
"Nothing," Harry said. "I was just leaving."
"Yeah, Draco," Blaise laughed. "We were just leaving."
Harry walked past Blaise, ignoring the boys, and brushing past Draco on his way out of the door. Harry felt Draco's hand brush his own in a more deliberate way than accidental. Harry dared to make eye contact but didn't hesitate as he headed back toward potions class.
Harry stood near Hagrid's hut waiting for the next class to start. Harry was still riled up over his encounter with Blaise in the boy's lavatory. It had been just odd, the way that Blaise was acting. Harry was deep in thought, not listening to Hermione explain the mating procedures between different types of pixies. Draco stepped up next to Harry.
"A pixie is trying to tie your shoes together," Draco said as Harry stood there with his hands in his pockets.
"Huh?" Harry asked. Draco glanced down at Harry's shoes.
"I was saying that a pixie is trying to tie your shoes together," Draco said. Harry looked down at the small blue green pixie that was tying his laces together. Harry reached down and flicked the little pixie toward Hermione. Harry began to untangle the knot that the pixie had made, retying his shoes.
"Thanks," Harry said quickly as he turned his attention back Hermione who was still talking about the pixies.
"Look, Harry," Draco started. "I know things aren't going well at the moment between us…"
"There's no us," Harry reminded him. "You made that clear when you told me that I wasn't your boyfriend."
"Can we talk about this tonight? During night patrol," Draco asked with his voice barely louder than a whisper.
"No," Harry said shaking his head. "We've said all we need to."
"Don't be like this," Draco begged.
"I'm sorry," Harry said as he walked away. Draco felt anger boiling up inside of him, but he didn't move. He wasn't the type who'd go chasing after anyone. He knew he'd have all night to discuss things with Harry.
Draco was the first to arrive that night, waiting in the shadowy darkness of the paddock where the pregnant unicorns were being kept. It was cooler than the previous time they had been out there, and Draco secretly wished he had brought another sweater or something to keep warm. He waited with Hagrid until he thought he could wait no longer. Draco stood to leave as Harry entered the clearing.
"No funny business, a'right?" Hagrid said quickly as he handed them the notebook. Harry looked at him darkly, not sure if Harry or Draco was the subject of the comment. Harry waited and watched as Hagrid headed away before he took a seat on the rail and watched the sleeping unicorns.
"Harry," Draco said as he climbed up on the rail.
"I have a date, sort of, tomorrow," Harry said as he felt Draco's finger touch the side of his neck. Draco's hand recoiled.
"I heard," Draco said coolly. Harry looked over at Draco.
"And you're fine with it?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head.
"No, but it's not like I have any room to speak," Draco said quietly. "I'm not offering you anything substantial."
"Other than you in secrecy," Harry reminded.
"Right" Draco said. He took a deep breath. "I have to be honest with you, Harry. You're not the only guy I've been seeing."
"Really?" Harry said frowning.
"Do you think you're the only one?" Draco asked. Harry looked hurt.
"I don't know," Harry said.
"I meant you weren't the only one…" Draco stopped as he shook his head. "I don't know what I am saying. Do you like me, Harry?"
"What?" Harry asked as looked at Draco.
"Do you like me?" Draco asked. Harry bit his lip.
"Of course I do," Harry said. "Why do you even need to ask?"
"Then why are you going out with that boy, Harry," Draco said in a slightly whiny voice. He touched Harry's face. "Why?"
"I want to be able to hold hands in public, I want to be able to kiss in public," Harry said. "I don't want to hide any more. I want to be free to do what I want, be it with a girl or a boy."
"You know I can't," Draco said.
"I know," Harry said. "I know that, and I'm sorry it leaves us with nothing more than the stolen moment we have now."
Harry hopped off the rail and headed to the tent, climbing into the bottom bunk of the beds that were in there. He pulled his shirt off and pulled the covers up to his chin. He heard Draco mulling about outside of the tent, but he couldn't manage to stay awake. He was tired.
It was some hours later that Harry felt the bed shift beside him as Draco slipped into the bed next to him. Draco was shirtless, their skin touching comfortingly as he snuggled against Harry. Draco pressed his lips to Harry's skin. Harry was awake, his breaths uneven. Draco slid his hands around Harry's torso, the touch firm so as to keep from tickling. The two boys were of a heighten state of arousal, Harry turned towards Draco in the darkness.
"Harry," Draco whispered. "I want you to be my first."
Harry kissed Draco, aware that Draco was already discarding his pants. Harry felt a groan deep within his chest as their flesh touched and clung with the dampening sweat of their activities. Draco deepened his kiss before turning Harry over onto his stomach. Draco continued to kiss Harry's shoulders and back, his tongue arousing them further.
"I don't know if this is going to hurt," Draco whispered. "I've never gone this far."
"I think I can handle it," Harry whispered back. Draco's hand slid careful across Harry's stomach as he positioned himself behind Harry. He breathed in sharply as Harry whimpered slightly. Draco felt the tight, restrictive feeling as he thrust back and forth.
"Are…you…okay…" breathed Draco.
"Mmhm," Harry moaned quietly. Draco could feel himself getting closer to a literal explosion. Though not prone to vocalization, Draco cried out loudly over the grunts and groans of the two amorous boys. Draco's arm crossed Harry's chest and he rested his face on Harry's sweaty back.
"Are you ok?" Draco breathed as his mouth moved against Harry's back.
"Yeah," Harry said quietly as Draco rolled. Draco kissed Harry gently on the mouth, Harry kissing him back. Draco ignored the sweat that glistened on Harry's body as he kissed and teased Harry. Harry watched as Draco's mouth caressed his skin from his naval down, pressing kisses here and there. Harry groaned as Draco took him fully in his mouth, sucking and taunting Harry. Harry buried his hand in Draco's now messy blond hair, grunting and groaning with each stroke. Harry's cry of climax rivaled Draco's.
"I love when you do that," Harry said. Draco grinned.
"I wonder if your new boyfriend will be that good," Draco teased. Harry pushed Draco's face away.
"He's not my boyfriend," Harry said quickly. "We're just hanging out. Going on a date as friends or something. You're not jealous, are you?"
"Jealous? Why would I be jealous," Draco said crossing his arms. Harry smirked.
"Your words say you're not, but your eyes say you are," Harry taunted as he slid his jeans back on his body. He looked at the boy who was resting next to him.
"You are ok, aren't you?" Draco asked. Harry nodded.
"A little sore, but I guess that's normal," Harry laughed. He waited a moment. "Now, before you get any ideas, I'm not a slut."
"I know," Draco said. He rolled over, his back to Harry. "Get some sleep will you. You have a big date ahead of you tomorrow unless I can talk you out of it."
