The Lovers of Azkaban

Disclaimer: None of the Characters from Harry Potter belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling.

Summary: Slash Harry/Draco. Sent to Azkaban together, the pair finds themselves immersed in the Adventure of their lives and in something else completely unexpected...

A/N: Thank you for the reviews.

Chapter Eleven: Discoveries

Harry awoke early and noted that his roommate was still sound asleep next to him. He edged out of the bed and moved toward the bathroom. He had risen with a sense of purpose that left him feeling content; he was used to doing things and the thought of lazing around the room of requirement for the remaining weeks didn't attract him very much.

Now however, having thought of a new plan of action in the case that Snape could not help them; he was eager to search through the large number of volumes in their bookcase in an attempt to discover more about the Animagus transformation process.

He moved quietly about the room, preparing and eating his breakfast. He then moved over to the bookcase and began searching for a book that would help him. Passing over several tomes he came across one labeled 'Amorous Escapades and Transformations'. The title bewildered him a little and he pulled out the book and glanced at the first page. It turned out to be the tale of the amorous adventures of a wizard. The author had seduced a series of women through the use of various potions and spells and each of the adventures was related in detail. Harry was almost immediately engrossed, the tales were erotic and he read through the pages becoming thoroughly aroused.

Not wanting Draco to find him in such an exercise, when he finished the second tale, he reminded himself of his purpose and flipped quickly to the section entitled transformations. Harry sat down on the sofa and began to read and discovered himself once again immersed in a tale, but it had nothing to do with human to animal transformation. Rather it was the story of what the author called a transformation of self – an opening of his vista. It was an erotic tale of the sexual explorations of the author and his best friend, both of them heterosexual male wizards. The author's friend had been appalled when the author first touched him, and the author had felt an incredible amount of shame. However, soon both had 'opened their vistas' as the author put it. The author and his friend began watching one another while pleasing themselves and then began helping one another with the task. Finally the two began doing all types of things with one another – most of which had never crossed Harry's mind before.

In the book, the author's friend had not only overcome his disgust at his friends sexual advance, but had responded shortly thereafter with one of his own. Together they had discovered what the author called a sexual euphoria, a pleasure that was not attainable between a man and a woman. The descriptions were graphic, so graphic that Harry was completely captivated and drawn into the story – he felt almost as if he were present in the room with the wizards as they explored their lust. He felt himself becoming aroused by the tale's talk of caresses, kisses and touches in forbidden places. Angelique had touched him in his forbidden place once, her small finger barely passing through his anal opening. Her moist digit worked so soft and delicately, it had been deliciously pleasurable. However it had been only a finger tip.

Harry was so engrossed in the vivid descriptions detailed by the book he failed to see Draco awaken and move into the salon area.

'What are you reading' asked Draco casually standing before the Gryffindor.

Harry slammed the book shut and turned the cover onto his lap. He looked up, flushing a little, 'uh nothing, I thought it was transformations of a human to an Animagi but it turned out to be about the author's transformation of – self.'

Draco nodded and watched curiously as Harry raced to put the book back on the shelf and begin perusing the other titles.

Harry carefully kept his back to Draco, willing his arousal away. Unlike his stomach, his penis did not appear agreeable to obeying the demands of his mind – even with the force of magic behind it. Without another alternative, he stood moving along the bookcase for an inordinate amount of time until he felt his excitement finally begin to wane.

He heard Draco moving about the kitchen and he grabbed a book – the one before him whatever it was – and returned to the sofa. He opened the book on his lap and stared at the pages seeing a large amount of black script across the page, but acknowledging none of it. His mind was whirling with thoughts; the primary among them was how aroused he had become while reading the transformation portion of the book – the adventure of the author with his male companion.

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Blaise and Hermione had spent the day in Hogsmeade; walking hand in hand, peering at articles within the shops and eating both lunch and dinner in a small village café.

Blaise had plied Hermione with small kisses and affectionate hugs throughout the day and she had responded to his overtures and made a few of her own. As they headed back to the motel, still hand in hand, Hermione mused about how easy it had been to act lovingly toward Blaise. In truth she had enjoyed kissing him and his hugs were warm and snug. It felt very real to her; it didn't seem like an act at all – but that might be, she thought, because she had had so little experience with romance. She had no idea if the people who had seen them had thought it as real as it seemed to her.

When they reached the room, Blaise fell onto the bed and sighed loudly. His gesture made Hermione wince a little; obviously the whole day had simply been trying for him.

In fact it had been. Blaise found Hermione beautiful and certainly shaggable, but he had no real feelings of attraction for her beyond that. His mind easily separated purebloods from all else, and all else was considered by him to be unsatisfactory. The day had been nothing more than a long tiring day of acting for him – with the only bright spot being that Hermione seemed to be falling for him. That would assist them in carrying out their plan and assist him in his personal plan – to have Hermione's naked body beneath him, thrashing against the sheets.

Hermione sat down on the bed and pulled the remote from the bedside table.

'Television?' Blaise asked his expression and tone indicating he would rather not have it on.

Hermione smiled and put the remote down again, 'you don't like television?'

'Not really, the programs are somewhat less than entertaining – muggles you know.'

Hermione shrugged a little, 'well my parents are muggles – I grew up with television.'

Blaise's face had stretched into a smile, but the reminder of her heritage sent a small twinge of distaste through his chest. 'Well perhaps just tonight we can forego it. I am not in the mood to hear them prattling on at the moment. It was a long day.'

'It was' agreed Hermione in order to sound as casual as he did. In reality she was feeling that it had been a long and lovely day.

'I think' said Blaise as he arose from the bed, 'we should call it a night. We have another long day tomorrow.' He pulled his shirt over his head and began kicking his boots off.'

'I guess you are right' agreed Hermione. She found herself slightly mesmerized by the sight of his muscular chest, but forced herself to stand up and move to the chest of drawers where she kept her night wear.

When Hermione returned from the bathroom, Blaise was already tucked under the sheets, resting against the pillow with his hands behind his head. He looked at her and smiled.

Hermione returned his smile and then moved into the bed, not quite as careful as she had been the night before in keeping as far a distance as possible between Blaise and herself.

'Goodnight' he said cheerfully and then leaned and kissed her on the lips. He immediately backed away and began to laugh lightly, 'damn, sorry about that – it is difficult to stop the role acting.'

Hermione was pleasantly surprised by the kiss, but she didn't believe him. She turned to him and smiled, 'its alright' she said. She closed her eyes and began to think that perhaps she was not the only one forming feelings of attraction.

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Harry was in the shower. It was late evening and the two young men had just finished a round of exercise followed by a light dinner. Draco sat on the bed awaiting his turn in the shower and hoping that Harry would ask for his back to be washed again.

His mind was full of images of his roommate – the last time Harry had showered; his naked chest during their work out; his naked form lying against the coverlet of their bed – the latter he had invented. He shook his head a little and wondered where his obsession with his roommate would end. He wanted to touch him, move close enough to his face to feel his breath and to smell him. Then he began thinking he was going out of his mind.

Draco noted Harry's clothes that he had removed to shower lying on the floor near the entrance to the bathing area. His desire to feed his senses surged to the front of his mind and he found himself moving toward the pile of clothing and picking up the shirt Harry had worn. He pulled the garment to his nose and breathed in the smell of his roommate. It was as he remembered; Harry's scent had filled his nostrils during those nights when he had hugged the Gryffindor to give him warmth against illness – the same light musky smell permeated the shirt. Draco buried his face into the soft material; losing himself in the smell, his head spinning with a strange kind of euphoria.

'Draco? What are you doing?'

Draco hadn't heard the shower stop or Harry moving about in the bathroom pulling on his lightweight pants. He hadn't heard him move into the room and he hadn't noticed when Harry had noticed him. Draco's eyes flickered upward and he met the Gryffindor's stare, his eyes wide and filled with emotion. He slowly opened his fingers and let the shirt drop to the floor before him, revealing his flushed face.

Harry stood staring at Draco with a slightly confused expression.

Draco pulled himself together quickly, 'I'm sorry – I was curious – I mean, the cleaning spell we use – the clothes come out smelling just as they did when the Hogwarts elves used to clean our bedding. I just wondered if it were only my clothes or all of our clothes.' The excuse was so poor, Draco felt his face growing hotter and so he turned quickly and began gathering his things for the shower.

'Oh' responded Harry. He bent quickly and picked up his shirt together with the rest of his clothing and then moved to where the wand sat on the kitchen table. He returned to the bath area sending a cleaning spell and then did the same to the clothes he held. He began folding the garments and tucking them back into his chest of drawers. He hadn't believed Draco's excuse for smelling his shirt; although he was not sure what exactly the Slytherin had been doing. His mind began assimilating thoughts and memories and vague notions that had been on the outskirts of his mind started coming into focus.

Harry watched Draco move into the shower area and then he walked to the bed and stretched out under the coverlet. It seemed almost absurd that Draco would be taken with him, but he couldn't think of any other reason why Draco would want to smell his shirt. Draco being taken with him made sense of some of the other strange behavior his roommate had been showing lately as well. Harry had caught Draco looking at his body while they did their exercises. He had assumed his companion was comparing their torsos as he himself had done previously, but his mind began placing a different spin on it. He recalled the sensual backwash and the way the Slytherin had stroked the scar on his forehead.

Harry began to wonder if his mind was inventing and enlarging on Draco's actions; it was highly possible that he was allowing the book that he had read earlier to put thoughts in his head. The idea that Draco held some odd sort of attraction for him seemed almost preposterous.

Harry's mind returned to the fantasies in the book; the description of the delights awaiting those who 'dared unleash the chains binding their minds to traditional moral behavior'. He began imagining himself lying on the bed and Draco next to him, touching his body with the smooth caresses his companion had used to touch his scar. He remembered the silky feeling of Draco's skin under his finger when he ran it along the dark mark on the Slytherin's forearm. Harry turned onto his side and closed his eyes, immediately and deliberately turning his thoughts to what type of Animagus form he would like to have – he would have to explain that oddity to the Slytherin eventually.

When Draco arrived in the bedroom area after showering, Harry appeared to be asleep. Draco moved carefully onto the bed and snuggled comfortably under the coverlet. He looked at Harry's still form and felt a rush of sensation flow through his body. His lust for the Gryffindor was rising – he didn't understand it, but he had accepted it. He felt the need to touch Harry again. He realized the danger of doing so; Harry had caught him smelling his clothes and most likely had not believed his excuse. His action appeared to have left Harry confused; however, if he awoke and found Draco touching him, he would likely know exactly what was going on with his roommate. Draco knew he should wait – he could 'accidentally' touch him the next evening, it would make things more believable.

Draco lay staring at Harry's back for a very long time, all the while feeling an increasing need to make contact. His body had begun reacting to the tension and desire he was feeling; his heart was racing and his arousal was pressing urgently against his belly. He closed his eyes and his mind began filling with visions of Harry's body once again, adding heat to his already elevated state of arousal. He reached down and moved his hand over his groin and knew he would have to rise shortly to sate his need.

Draco opened his eyes and his arm seemed to move slowly forward of its own accord, waiting had become out of the question. His initial contact was tentative, his finger moved slowly along Harry's back, lightly – solely against the material of Harry's pajama top. The Gryffindor didn't awake and emboldened, Draco increase the pressure of his finger slightly, just until Harry's pajama top made the merest contact with his skin beneath it. Draco's finger trailed up along the path it had fallen. When Harry did not stir, he added a finger and moved slowly downward again.

Harry was wide awake – he had yet to fall asleep. He felt the tip of Draco's finger moving along his back and lay frozen. He knew he had been right – the Slytherin did have some sort of odd attraction for him. The feel of Draco's finger moving along his back sent a small shiver of warmth through his body and he didn't move an inch. His mind was racing however; passages from the book began to flow through his mind.

I was very surprised when a week after my friend had had his negative reaction to my touch, he moved to touch me. He moved his fingers gently along my arm one day while we sat having tea. Our eyes met and I knew that he had come around to understanding what I had felt the day I touched him. He kept touching me and I became aroused; he saw my arousal and smiled, continuing to caress my arm. I slowly began rubbing my groin and after many moments (not without embarrassment), I freed myself from my pants and began to stroke myself before his eyes. There was so much pleasure in performing the action before my friend, I didn't last an entire minute before succumbing to my burgeoning libido. I cleaned myself with my wand and when I had, I was surprised to see that-

Draco had added another finger to his light caresses-

My friend had taken out his member and was slowly stroking it before my eyes. It was captivating although I had sated myself only moments before. I watched him pleasing himself and by the time he was moving through orgasm, I was once again on my way to a second arousal-

Three fingers of Draco's hand were moving in a slow circular pattern just at the nape of Harry's neck. He could tell by the very slight shake of the bed that Draco had begun pleasing himself. Harry felt his heart began to pound heavily within his chest and he noted, with absolutely no amazement that his own member was fully aroused. He heard Draco's breathing increase in strength behind him, and the pressure of his fingers became carelessly heavy against the nape of his neck. Suddenly the fingers left his back and Draco left the bed, moving quickly toward the salon area and enclosing himself in the bathroom.

Harry reached down and moved a hand over his groin attempting to momentarily sate his rising desire. It was physical – he had no attraction for Draco. It was the book – the damned book had put wayward thoughts into his head. Dark pleasures, heretofore unknown delights, incomparable gratification and sexual euphoria – it was nonsense meant solely to excite the reader. However, his state of arousal was not nonsense and he wondered how he might sate himself at this point. He couldn't do anything in the bed – if Draco was to return…

It seemed to Harry that it took Draco an extremely long time to return to the bed. When he finally did, the Gryffindor pretended to awaken from the movement and he got up slowly and made his way to the bathroom. Harry's visions were unique while he sated himself; Ginny was the furthest thing from his mind.

Harry stopped suddenly as he walked back toward the bedroom area from the bathroom sometime later. He starred at the large expanse of bed before him – Draco lying to one side, now apparently asleep. Harry was remembering something the Slytherin had told him the day they had entered. Draco said he had asked the room of requirement for a comfortable place for them to live in for three weeks. He remembered seeing the bed and thinking it strange that there was just the one – but it was the answer to Draco's request – and that request had included Harry's comfort as well.

Harry felt his heart begin to race a little as he once again moved to slip under the coverlet on his side of the bed.