Again, sorry for the delay. I really do mean to update this story more and I do think about it a lot, I just don't get a lot of time to type up what's going on in my head. Just to let you guys know that this story is going to be finished off soon. Maybe only a few more chapters left to go~
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Draco climbed as many flights of stairs as he could find. When he did walk past a window, it surprised the blonde how dark it was outside. He must have spent more time in bed with Potter than he thought. Thinking about Potter, even briefly, sent waves of guilt through his body. Draco couldn't pinpoint the moment when everything went wrong. One minute he was about to have sex with a gorgeous boy, the next he was storming out of his own room, leaving the Gryffindor naked in his bed.
Now that he had had a chance to clear his head, Draco felt quite stupid about the way he acted. Somehow, when he was in the same room as Harry, every emotion spiralled out of control, exaggerated until all logic left him. Draco nodded to himself, reasoning that that was why he had thought Potter was gorgeous then. Why he actually wanted to sleep with him. Not just fuck him though, Draco had wanted to make love. The Slytherin shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the images. There was nothing further from being a Slytherin than wanting to make love to some one. Slytherins were dirty whores who slept around. They were experimental and lusty, they did not make love.
After walking around the uppermost floors of Hogwarts (and expelling much anger along the way) Draco felt it was time to return to his dorm and sulk about his predicament.
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When Harry finally returned to the Gryffindor common room, it was past midnight. However, Ron and Hermione were still patiently up and waiting for their messy haired friend's arrival. As Harry pulled himself through the portrait hole, he felt a rush of gratitude and love for his two friends.
"Harry," Ron stood from the sofa in front of the fireplace, whose flames were now only gently flickering.
"Hey guys," Harry gave the couple a sad smile, walking around to plop himself down in an armchair.
"So…" Ron sat back down, glancing at Harry through his lashes, "What happened to you earlier?" There was a hint of cheekiness that Harry couldn't help but smile at. Hermione shifted in her seat next to the ginger boy.
"Draco happened," Harry closed his eyes and let out a loud sigh. Hermione squealed slightly but otherwise stayed quite composed. In the silence that followed, Harry noticed the hushed popping and gurgling of a potion brewing on the table in front of him.
"Hermione…" Harry's eyes widened. All sleepiness left his body and he sat up straighter, "Is that what I hope it is?"
Hermione positively beamed.
"I'll tell you what it is if you tell us what happened tonight," Beside her, Ron sniggered.
"That's blackmail!" Harry exclaimed in mock outrage before quickly launching in to his story anyway. He told his friends a slightly edited version, withholding certain details which would have otherwise made his face flush. When he came to the end of his story, Harry halted, unsure of how to proceed.
"Mate, were you going to fuck him?" Hermione tutted slightly at Ron's brash language but it was half hearted as she eagerly awaited Harry's answer.
"Well, sort of," Harry felt his cheeks warm and a fluttering feeling in his stomach as he relived the moment, "I was going to let him fuck me."
Hermione positively flailed, her own face slightly flushed. Ron gave his girlfriend a mildly disgruntled look before facing Harry again.
"And?"
"We couldn't," Harry shook his head sadly, "Draco was going to but then he stopped, said-"
"Of course!" Hermione interrupted, "Draco would feel it all too." The bushy haired girl nodded sympathetically at Harry. The raven haired boy nodded back.
"Exactly. You see, that's why I need that antidote," Harry looked at Hermione significantly. Hermione smiled devilishly and nodded.
"Should be ready in two more days," The girl inhaled deeply, "It's the most effective and quickest antidote I could find."
"Two days?" Harry's heart fluttered. They could wait two days.
Right?
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As Harry climbed in to bed for the night, he tried to project an image to Draco. He projected the image of Draco and himself in bed together. He imagined Draco pulling Harry on top of him, kissing and licking at his lips. The image was so bright and clear that Harry was positive that Draco would be seeing this as well.
Harry imagined getting on his knees above the blonde, pulling the Slytherin's cock between his cheeks and impaling himself on the length. Lastly, Harry visualized leaning over Draco's heaving chest and licking the shell of his ear before whispering 'Just two days,'
Somehow, Harry could feel the anticipation and excitement radiating from Draco.
'Just two days'
Draco squeezed his eyes shut. If he had his eyes closed then the image that Harry was feeding him was so bright and clear. He could almost feel Harry's breath on his ear as he whispered those words. A part of the Slytherin was immensely grateful for the mental image because it was clarification that Harry wasn't still mad at him, although the effects of the potion intimately linking Draco with Harry told him already that the raven haired boy wasn't angry. But still, it was nice for solid proof.
The other part of Draco was driven insane by the image. A deep ache irrupted in his chest, heat spiralled down his stomach and in to his cock making him hard. When Draco reached down and touched himself, he hoped with all his heart that Harry was still in Granger and Weasley's company.
Draco very much liked the idea of showing them the power he had over Harry.
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Harry woke up the next morning feeling like his heart had stopped last night. Well, maybe because it had. When Draco had touched himself, Harry felt his whole body tingle with guilty pleasure. The blonde was obviously aware that Harry could feel it and that thought made the whole experience so much sexier. When Harry came he swore he blacked out for a moment.
It took far too long for him to get up and dressed. The only thing that motivated Harry from leaving his warm, soft bed was the thought of seeing Draco at breakfast. However, the Gryffindor was disappointed when he entered the Great Hall. No Draco. He spent the whole time it took for him to eat his eggs and bacon looking out for Draco, but the blonde boy didn't show, so it was with a heavy heart that Harry dragged himself to Charms. Hermione and Ron walked beside him quietly, observing their messy haired friend.
It was when the Trio had left Charms and were walking towards their next class, Care of Magical Creatures, that Harry felt a magical tug on his wrist. The corridor was busy with his classmates making their way to their own classes and when Ron and Hermione's footsteps faltered as Harry came to a complete stop, several of the students tutted or cussed at the obstruction they were causing. But Harry couldn't bring himself to care, his attention of fully on his wrist.
He pulled experimentally at the invisible restraint, feeling the resistance increase the more he tugged. Hermione gave Ron a worried look, placing a hand on Harry's unoccupied arm.
"Everything alright, mate?" Ron said in a voice far louder than needed, almost as if he were trying to wake Harry from a trance.
"Fine," Harry murmured back, "Go on without me, I won't be long." The raven haired boy threw a reassuring glance at his friends before following the pull of the magical restraint. Harry had a sneaking suspicion who was behind it.
Hermione took one step in the direction Harry was now heading before Ron stopped her with an arm around her waist.
"Harry can look after himself," The ginger boy smiled naughtily, "I'm sure we can find something to do while Harry is busy." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ronald!" Hermione slapped his arm playfully, "What about Care of Magical Creatures?"
"Would make more sense to Hagrid if all three of us are late rather than just Harry," Ron looked at Hermione in a way that made her flush prettily.
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Harry stopped in front of a darkened alcove. He raised an eyebrow sceptically. Surely this was magic? No way would an alcove naturally be that dark at this time of-
"Gah!" Hands reached out and closed around Harry's wrists, yanking him in to the small space. Before Harry could protest, his mouth was full of a hot tongue. The hands that were previously enclosed around his wrists were now roaming up his chest and squeezing him bum and pulling at his hips. Harry's own hands reached up and tugged on Draco's fine blonde hair.
"Mmm, Harry," Draco moaned hotly in to Harry's mouth, "I can't wait to be inside you." The Slytherin dipped his head and sucked noisily on Harry's collar bone.
"I don't want to wait another night," Harry felt the lust and desire roll off of him in waves. It was hard to distinguish where Draco's emotions ended and his own started. A part of Harry didn't even want to know. The blur of feelings felt good. Before Harry could contemplate anything else that was incredibly insignificant, he felt Draco pull his robes apart. He lifted the corner of the Gryffindor's shirt and sucked sweetly on the hip bone he had exposed.
Harry groaned and pushed his hips forward, urging Draco to go just that tiny bit lower, to suck his hard dick in to that hot mouth. Draco chuckled against Harry as if reading his mind. He cupped Harry through his trousers teasingly, pushing against the erection he found there. The added pressure made Harry's head fall backwards. The space in which the two boys were squeezed meant that Harry could comfortably rest his head on the back wall, with just enough space to keep Draco hidden too.
"Uhh, I like that," Harry gripped desperately on Draco's hair. The blonde chuckled and pushed harder on the erection before him. Using his own hard on as a measure, the Slytherin pressed on Harry until it was almost painful then he let go altogether.
"No," Harry whined, thrusting his hips forwards again. But Draco wasn't going to give in that easily. He stood again, using his body to box Harry in to the alcove fully. The air around the couple seemed stiflingly hot now. They both panted heavily.
When Draco urged Harry's legs apart, the Gryffindor had no problems with spreading. The blonde thrust a thigh between his legs and started grinding. They both groaned and panted at the sensations. Shocks of pleasure raced up their spines until Harry frantically pushed their mouths together again, their tongues slid against each other.
A second surge of students came bustling down the corridor, racing to get to their class before they were late. Harry gripped Draco's back desperately, trying to quieten down before they were discovered. The blonde boy groaned at the scratching at his back and thrust his hips a final time before coming, Harry coming in the same breath. It was abrupt and almost unexpected but nonetheless one of the best orgasms either boy had had.
In the blissful afterglow, the boys rested their foreheads together until their breathing returned to normal before pulling away from each other. Draco rearranged himself, straightened his robes and ran a hand through his hair. The result made Harry's stomach flutter pleasantly. Draco smirked to himself before leaning down and kissing Harry sweetly.
"Tomorrow, right?" He whispered against the Gryffindor's ear hotly.