Author's Note:

Once again, the end of this chapter is so much different than I planned but better than I'd hoped! Lots of developments in this chapter, so be prepared!

Note: Bold words are Parseltongue.

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Chapter 10:

2:30 can't come quick enough for Draco. It's currently 1:00 and he's stuck in Potions listening to Shape's stand-in professor, Margaret only thing keeping him remotely interested is the fact that the woman brings up Harry Potter almost as often as she says the word "potion." The lady has an obsession with the Chosen One, not the real Harry.

The first thing she says to the class was, "It's such a shame the Boy Who Lived can't be here today to share this class with us. Such a marvelous boy."

Draco almost gags at the excitement in the woman's voice as she speaks about how Harry will be returning tomorrow. We he rolls his eyes, Professor Guile looks at him before saying, "Draco Malfoy, why are you rolling your eyes? Surely you share my excitement at your boyfriend's return to classes and therefore to you as well?"

"I saw him this morning, professor. And I'd have to say, after the amazing blow job I woke him up with, I think he's a bit more excited to see me," Draco smirks, relaxing his posture a bit as he smugly crosses his arms.

Suddenly, the door opens and a latecomer walks in. Surprisingly enough, it's Harry Potter, who shouldn't even be out of the hospital wing, who walks in to take his seat next to Draco. "Harry, what are you doing here?! You're not supposed to be out until 2:30!"

"Madam Pomfrey got fed up with me asking her to get you back up there, so she let me leave to find you," Harry says, his eyes finding Draco's across the room. The two smile at each other before an awestruck Professor Guile speaks, gesturing to the seat next to Draco.

"Well, Mr. Potter, it is an honor to be teaching you. Please take your seat so I can start class," she says.

"About that… the only reason Pomfrey let me leave was because I kept bringing up how horny I was," Harry pauses and the class laughs. "So, could I just take Draco to a closet or something? And then we could come back when my… problem… is taken care of?"

Professor Guile is so embarrassed at having a student, no less Harry Potter asking her to leave class to engage is some sexual activity and then come back when they're done, all she can do is nod and allow the boys to leave.

Once Draco and Harry are out of the classroom, they both start laughing hysterically as they walk to an abandoned Potions laboratory. "So, what'd you get me out of Potions for? Not that I'm not grateful, but…"

Draco can't finish the sentence, because all of a sudden he's pushed against a table and being snogged intensely by the Boy Who Lived. "I wasn't kidding about being horny," Harry says in between heated kisses. He kisses the Slytherin's lips fiercely, shoving his tongue into the blond boy's mouth, eliciting a moan from him.

Suddenly, Draco flips them so that their positions are switched, with Harry now on the bottom and Draco in control. He pushes the Gryffindor so that he's laying on top of the desk, his legs spread so Draco can settle in the middle of them. Draco attacks the wanton boy's mouth in a frenzy of lips, tongue, and teeth. Harry's hands move to squeeze both of Draco's ass cheeks as Draco's right hand entangles itself in Harry's hair, the other under the Gryffindor's shirt, splayed out across Harry's abdomen. Draco moves his mouth slowly, gradually down until he finds it situated in the crook of the younger boy's neck. He licks and sucks and bites, making sure to leave a mark before continuing south.

Harry's shirt is pulled off of him by Draco as the blond moves his mouth down to close over a hot nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, causing it to harden under the ministrations and causing Harry to arch his back and moan. "Draco, please… Draco, please touch me, touch me please!" Harry pleas when Draco's hand hovers over his bulge.

Draco doesn't comply, choosing instead to pull Harry's trousers and boxers down, slowly revealing every inch of Harry's long, hard, glistening cock. Harry hisses as the cool air meets his hot member. He looks pleadingly at Draco has the blond once again hovers his hand above Harry's aching erection. "Please!"

Draco obeys this time, bringing his hand down to teasingly fondle and caress each of Harry's balls before wrapping his hand one finger at a time around Harry's cock. He slowly moves his hand up and down Harry's shaft, allowing pre-come to gather around his thumb when he nears the head. He brushes the thumb over Harry's slit, causing the boy to groan and buck his hips into Draco's hand.

Harry whimpers as Draco suddenly takes his hand away, but is soon moaning again as Draco replaces his hand with his mouth, taking Harry's full length in without teasing the boy at all this time. Instantly, the heat becomes too much for Harry and he loses control of his hips, bucking ferociously into Draco's mouth, his cock hitting the back of Draco's throat at every thrust. Draco hums around Harry's cock before bringing a hand up to caress Harry's balls. He brings the other to one of Harry's nipples, tweaking and twisting it sensually, causing the Gryffindor to writhe and moan under him. Draco swirls his tongue around the head of Harry's cock, occasionally dipping it lower and sometimes pressing it into the slit, eliciting longer, louder moans from the Gryffindor. Draco looks up, smiling around Harry's cock as he takes him in fully again. They pair make eye contact and the sight of Draco sucking on his cock while torturing his balls with teasing little touches and twisting his nipples ever so slightly so as to give Harry the type of pleasure that's painful causes Harry to thrust even further into the boy's mouth. Draco's tongue finds Harry's slit at the same time as his hand gives a particularly hard tweak and his hand tightens just ever so slightly around a ball and suddenly, Harry's coming into his mouth and Draco's swallowing it all down without so much as a blink.

Draco puts Harry's now-flaccid cock back into his trousers before zipping them up and kissing his faux boyfriend, shoving a tongue past the boy's lips. Harry moans as he tastes himself before moving down himself to pull Draco's own trousers down and release Draco's heavy cock.

Harry and Draco lock eyes for a second and Draco nods smugly at Harry, giving Harry all the permission and encouragement he needs to close his lips around the head of Draco's cock, eliciting a moan from the older boy as Harry pulls as much of his cock as he can into the hot, wet cavern. Harry wraps his hand around what he can't fit in his mouth and moves it in time with his bobs. He swirls his tongue around the head of Draco's cock experimentally, trying it more when the older boy moans, trying to thrust his cock more into Harry's mouth. Harry almost gags, so Draco pulls back a little, apologetically. Harry smiles reassuringly around the boy's cock before hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head slowly up and down Draco's shaft.

When Draco once again tries thrusting, Harry moves a hand to Draco's hips to keep them in place as his head begins to move faster. Harry listens to the sounds Draco makes, the groans and moans and little keens and whines, losing himself in the sensations of pleasuring the boy. He never realized it could feel this satisfying. He slowly, carefully moves his hand back to Draco's arse, wanting, needing to give the boy as much pleasure as possible.

Harry moves a hand to swirl a finger around Draco's hole, but finds himself thrown across the room by Draco's panicked magic. He looks at the scared Slytherin; his magic is creating a wind swirling around the room around him. Draco closes himself off against Harry, against the rest of the world. He puts his pants back on and runs to the corner opposite where Harry's standing, staring at him with fearful eyes. Harry tries getting close enough to Draco to comfort him, but Draco's magic lashes out at him, throwing him across the room again. Finally, Harry gives up, going to get someone to help him.

What did I do wrong? Was I not good at giving blow jobs? Was I too eager, forceful? Did he get overwhelmed by too many things at once when I moved to his—that's it! He thinks I'm going to rape him. Oh, no.

Harry quickly runs out of the room, doing a quick tempus to help him figure where people are. 2:45; most of Draco's friends should be in the Slytherin common room by now. Harry quickly runs over to the tapestry guarding the entrance to the Slytherin common room. He turns to a nearby portrait of a snake for the password, hoping to gain its trust with the Parseltongue. "Hello. Do you know the password? I seem to have forgotten it," Harry says, hopefully.

"You may have the gift of Speech, but that makes you no less idiotic, boy," Harry winces as the snake reminds him of one snarky Potions master. "The password is muggle-born."

That's ironic. Harry snorts as he turns back to the tapestry, saying the password quickly. The tapestry moves to the side, revealing a small doorway. Harry goes through, quickly scanning the Common Room for Blaise, Theo, or Pansy before deciding none of them are there. He moves to go up to the dorms, ignoring the shouts and protests of the Slytherins. He wuickly finds the sixth year dorms, not even bothering to knock before entering. He looks in, quickly finding Pansy and Blaise sitting on a bed not far into the room.

"What's the meaning of this, Potter?" Pansy shrieks as a distressed Harry moves to talk to them.

"Draco. I—I did something bad, wrong, I didn't realize—" Harry pauses to take a breath as tears spring to his eyes. "I don't know how to get to him, how to fix this. Please help me."

Pansy's and Blaise's eyes widen as Harry allows one tear to escape his eye. "Show me where he is, Potter," Pansy says before jumping off Blaise's bed and following Harry out of the Slytherin domain.

When they reach the classroom and Harry let's Pansy in, and she gasps, turning to Harry. Draco is in the same position as before, curled up in a ball, staring off into space sadly, silent tears cascading down his face. "What the hell did you do to him?! I've never seen him this bad!"

"We were just—I was—I tried—look, I was giving him a blowjob and I wanted to make it even more pleasurable and so I just… reached my hand behind him and—"

"Potter, I cannot believe that even you are that stupid! Surely you know about his father?"

"Yes, I do… I thought that since Draco trusts me, he would…" Harry starts to say, but trails off as Pansy whips her head around to look at him menacingly.

"Draco trusted his father, too," she whispers furiously. "I trusted my father… Blaise trusted his uncle… Daphne trusted her aunt. It all starts with trust, Harry."

"I didn't realize…" Harry shakes his head dejectedly, tears falling down his face openly now that he sees how bad his boyfriend is.

Pansy moves over to Draco and Harry's surprised to see that Draco's shields allow her in. She encircles the terrified, shaking boy in her arms, cradling him, murmuring words that Harry can't hear into his ear, kissing his forehead sweetly every so often. Harry watches as she slowly calms her friend down enough for him to lower his shields and defenses finally.

She slowly leads Draco up and the boy finally looks at Harry, but when he sees him, it breaks Harry's heart. Draco looks so disappointed in him and still a little bit scared of him. Harry averts his eyes, ashamed, as Pansy leads Draco out of the room. Harry wants to follow, he wants to go and comfort the boy, he wants to apologize and take the boy back in his arms. He wants to be able to give him another blowjob without wrecking it. He wants to be able to comfort Draco without getting glared at by Draco. He wants Draco.

Oh. My. God. I want Draco bloody Malfoy. I'm in love with Draco Malfoy.

I'm in love with Draco Malfoy.

Holy. Shit.

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Later that night, Harry cannot get to sleep. He tries to, he really does, but as he stares sadly and dejectedly at the ceiling, his mind is too overcome with thoughts to sleep.

Is Draco ever going to forgive me? Did he actually think I was going to... do that? That I was going to rape him? Did he actually think I was like his father? Does he still trust me? No, of course he doesn't, Harry, don't be stupid! Draco's probably never going to forgive you! God, I hope he does. I need him to. If I ruined this-whatever it is we have going- it's going to break my heart. I can't do this on my own. I need Draco. I need to fix this.

Harry comes to a decision then and there. He's going to fix this. He determinedly gets up and puts on his shoes, planning to go to the Slytherin dorm and just talk to Draco.

He quietly gets up and slowly walks through the Common Room, not wanting to accidentally step on a creaky floorboard and wake anyone up. He finally makes his way through the portrait hole and slowly starts towards the dungeons.

Dammit. I should've brought the map or the cloak with me.

Harry's extra-careful as he sneaks throughout the castle now, peeking around every corner, paranoid, before continuing around it. Eventually, he reaches his destination. He steps in front of the tapestry and says the password before sneaking in quietly into the Slytherin Common Room.

Harry slowly makes his way to the eighth year dorms, quietly cracking open the door and slipping in, making his way to what is hopefully Draco's bed. He leans over the sleeping boy, reaching a hand up to wake the boy gently when all of a sudden a cold voice breaks through the silence.

"You're not talking to him, Potter," Blaise Zabini says, wrapping an arm forcefully around Harry's bicep and pulling him painfully from the sleeping form of Draco Malfoy.

"I need to speak with him, Zabini," Harry whispers desperately.

Zabini sneers at him before saying, "I wouldn't be surprised if he never talked to you again after what you did. You betrayed his trust, Potter. And that's the worst thing you could've possibly done."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Harry says but to no avail. Blaise shoves him out into the hallway, slamming the door behind him, locking and warding it behind him. Harry scratches against the door a few times hoping Zabini will take pity on him and let him in again, but he doesn't.

Eventually, Harry slumps defeatedly against the door, his body sinking to sit on the floor with his head leaning against the doorframe. "Please," Harry whispers before falling asleep against the door of the eighth year Slytherin dorm rooms.

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