Just wanted to let you know I'm going back to school soon so I don't know yet how that will affect Brave Ambition. But I am very organized (I colour coded my folders to my highlighters to my subjects like the nerd that I am) so I should be fine, just a heads up. And OMG I saw a tshirt in ICE that said "There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how."…. Yeah, I bought it straight away :D
CHAPTER 12 – Depth, Insight and Understanding
"Nothing is wrong, I cope fine…I'm looking at the things that you're missing…They'll think we're ugly…I'm not ready for this and until you can grasp that concept but understand it…" Harry pushed his books away in frustration. He let out a sharp breath and looked up at the ceiling.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione frowned, looking up from her charms homework.
"I can't concentrate," Harry was angry with himself; the argument was taking over his head and more importantly that he couldn't work it out. He put his elbows on the desk and placed his head in his hands. "I've just got a lot on my mind."
The library would close in about an hour and Harry wasn't even near finished. He knew that his work wouldn't be completed until he solved this problem and only Merlin knew how long that would take.
"What happens when Weasley doesn't want to talk to you or even go near you…What happens when the people in your dorm don't want to sleep in the same room with you…What happens if this all goes the wrong way…" Harry remerged from his hands.
"Do you feel unwell?" Hermione asked him.
Harry shook his head. Draco and I are having an argument, that was what we could have said to her if they were to come out. "We're having an argument at the moment," Harry confessed "a pretty big one. I can't focus on my work at the moment because it's all I'm thinking about."
Hermione put down her quill, put a bookmark in between a page and shut her book, giving Harry her full attention. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Hermione asked him looking genuinely concerned.
"I wish there was," Harry sighed "but it's just so complicated." It was just so frustrating. "We're facing a…decision…and we can't agree on the same thing." Harry knew the words sounded stupid as soon as they left his mouth.
Hermione nodded seriously. "You've both come to a cross road and you want to take separate paths?" She summarised. Harry never knew how Hermione possessed the ability to take a concept and word it so smartly.
"Pretty much," he shrugged. "She's just," Harry shook his head in defeat. Harry knew that Hermione never missed a thing and he had decided that it was too dangerous for him to be referring to Draco as 'they', so Harry had just given up and begun using 'she' instead. Before he could stop himself he seemed to gush everything out. "I know that relationships are hard work but we're just…harder. We put in a lot of effort to really make it work. I guess that's one of the things that I love about her; she makes me work for her. Me being Harry Potter doesn't faze her nor does is an efficient excuse. Hermione you have no idea, it's like we were born to clash."
Hermione gave Harry a sceptical look, "Harry, how long have you been best friends with Ron?"
"Point taken," Harry approved with a hint of amusement "I suppose you understand that, but something you definitely wouldn't is that it's seriously dangerous for us to be together. We take so many risks." Harry swallowed and proceeded carefully. "The thing is I'm ready to take another risk. There are bad things that might come out of it but there will be good things as well. She's really afraid about the bad things and that seems to be blocking her from thinking about the good outcomes. I don't want to lose her to this, I don't want to lose both of us to this…but I'm not convinced enough to not take the risk." He shrugged apologetically at Hermione, "I'm sorry I'm being all confusing."
"Thoughts aren't always clear Harry, they can be quite perplexing, that is until you say them out aloud and make sense of them." Hermione contemplated truthfully. She gave Harry a reassuring smile. "It sounds like you're very conflicted about how to progress with this. You have one voice telling you that you should aim for what you want and then hopefully she won't be hurt or feel angry towards you because she'll be able to enjoy the positive outcomes. However on the other hand you know that making that decision would be a violation of the trust and safety that you two share, and you're not willing to risk that because it might mean that things end between you and it's just too special for that to happen. Does that sound about right?"
Harry stared, quite literally flabbergasted and taken aback at Hermione's summing up. "Well yeah, that's…that's actually perfect. You know, you're really brilliant Hermione."
Hermione blushed a little and tried her best to look humble. "You're my best friend Harry," she told him kindly "I can read you like an open book."
"I hope not," Harry muttered making Hermione chuckle.
"You said that you were not convinced enough to not take the risk?" Harry nodded and Hermione continued "maybe she needs to give you more of a reason?"
"Shouldn't her being so unbelievably unbelievingly afraid be enough of a reason?" Harry asked quietly his mind branching off into thought.
Hermione smiled, her eyes sparkling. "You tell me."
Harry nodded hastily. He gathered up all of his books, throwing them in his bag. "Thank you Hermione," he gave her a swift hug and walked out of the library.
"Harry where are you going?" She called out.
"To think!"
"But Harry," she exclaimed "your homework!"
"This is more important!" He yelled behind him.
"Now I say!" Madam Pince exclaimed furiously. "What is all this unnecessary racket in the library?"
Hermione grimaced. Wonderful, she thought grimly as Madam Pince glared at her through her thick spectacles.
Harry raced over to the place where he was best at thinking – the lake.
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"Now the most important things to remember is that when saying the incantation your thoughts should be solely focused on…" McGonagall's voice spoke on as she demonstrated how to transfigure an object that opposes the first law of Herman. Hermione was furiously scrawling notes on her parchment. Ron seemed to have found something interesting on his nose, Neville looked very confused, Seamus appeared to have given up on transfiguration a long time ago, Parvati was gazing off into the distance and Lavender was twirling a curl around her finger. Harry couldn't focus on the lesson. Not with Draco sitting two rows in front of him.
Harry begun tapping his foot in frustration, he was trying to think of a time where he could catch Draco alone to talk to him but there just didn't seem to be a free opportunity.
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. Harry could tell his was completely pissed off. Draco seemed to be the bridge between Pansy and Blaise's note passing. Harry watched as Pansy scribbled something on a piece of parchment and snuck it to Draco who passed it to Blaise. Hermione noticed too. That's completely Slytherin like – stupid. They'll get caught, she thought to herself as she continued jotting down vital notes.
"What must be kept in mind when performing this particular transfiguration is that my class does not tolerate note passing Miss. Parkinson, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini," McGonagall gave the three Slytherin's a stern look. Hermione frowned at the disruption. Pansy promptly jumped at the mention of her name. Draco's mouth turned down in a hard line, clearly showing his displeasure at being blamed for something he really wasn't part of. Blaise looked worried that he has been caught.
"Perhaps the note should be read out to the class?" She asked the three Slytherin's rather threateningly, Harry thought. Pansy and Blaise visibly paled. Draco looked like it was a splendid idea. McGonagall raised her thin eyebrows, "Well?"
"I honestly believe the class wouldn't like to hear the silly little things we were writing Professor," Pansy said sounding very desperate, she gave McGonagall a sweet smile.
"Oh I think quite the contrary Miss. Parkinson," McGonagall disagreed. She went forward to reach the note. Pansy however had other intentions. She slammed her hand down on the piece of parchment which was in front of her on her desk.
"We'll read it out professor," Pansy insisted. Hermione had to cover her mouth to stop her snort of laughter. Does she honestly think McGonagall is that thick? She only wants to read it out so she can lie about what she wrote, Hermione thought.
McGonagall seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "Miss. Parkinson, do you know how long I have been teaching for?"
Seamus gave an involuntary snicker, which caused Dean to laugh along quietly as well.
"Longer than I would care to admit, Miss. Parkinson." She told Pansy. "I am well aware of all the nooks and crannies of young trouble makers such as yourself."
Pansy did not look too pleased at being referred to as a trouble maker. McGonagall waved her wand aiming for the piece of parchment. After that there wasn't much Pansy or Blaise could do. The note levitated towards the front of the classroom and seemed to look as if it were shimmering. Suddenly Pansy's voice seemed to come from the parchment. Pansy's eyes widened in horror as she realised what was about to happen. Blaise's expression mirrored Pansy's while a grin spread across Draco's face.
'I'm so fucking bored,' the note groaned in Pansy's voice.
'You know,' Blaise's voice replied from the note 'if I were fucking you, you wouldn't be bored.'
'Tonight?' Pansy's voice asked 'Your dorm?'
'What about Draco and Nott?'
'Kick them out.'
'Okay…Merlin, McGonagall is draining me.'
'If I were allowed to,' Pansy's voice purred 'I'd drain you right now of everything you've got.'
The class broke out in giggles. Pansy buried her bright red face in her hands. Draco looked as if the holidays had come early. McGonagall did not look at all pleased with the content of this note.
'Pans,' Blaise's voice whined 'I'm trying to not get hard here…but you're just so bloody sexy.'
'You know what would be bloody sexy? If one day we had group sex. I would love to see you make out with Draco.'
The whole glass burst out laughing. Draco turned Gryffindor red, blushing. "Pansy!" Draco hissed.
"Professor," Pansy pleased "can you please make it stop?"
"I'm afraid the only way to stop is to let it run its course, Miss. Parkinson." McGonagall said gravely. Hermione gave a small gasp as she full well knew that that was not the case at all.
The note continued its scripted conversation. 'Are you serious?' Blaise's voice asked disbelievingly.
'Oh come on!' Pansy's voice reasoned. 'Remember at the last game, spin the bottle? When it landed on Potter and Draco?'
Oh fuck, Harry thought. Draco was thinking along the same lines except with a fair few more profanities.
'And then when I cast Ampsurphia on them? Now, Potter's no bad looking but Draco's just fucking steamy…watching them make out was the hottest thing I have ever seen. You making out with Draco? Jizz. In. My. Pants.'
McGonagall's eyes were not the only ones that were wide. Everyone gasped and looked between Harry and Draco and Pansy and Blaise. Draco closed his eyes in utter humiliation. Blaise looked as if he were praying for an invisibility cloak.
'Does that mean we're only kicking Nott out tonight?' Blaise's voice teased.
Nott quite frankly looked like he was more than happy not to be in his dorm later on. Draco looked over at Blaise and gave him an 'are you guys fucking normal?' look.
'Hey, isn't Snape coming in to do dormitory inspections tonight?' Blaise's voice asked sounding crestfallen.
'Oh well, you know me…I'm an exhibitionist,' Pansy's voice said uncaringly 'anyways, he looks like he could enjoy a good show.'
Every student except for Pansy and Blaise burst out in hysterical laughter. Harry was holding onto his sides and had to take his glasses of because he was laughing so hard. Even Draco found this hilarious.
'Pansy!' Blaise's voice said sounding shocked.
'I'm kidding,' Pansy's voice reassured 'that's completely pervish…he's such a pedo.'
"How long does this note go for?" Harry whispered to Ron.
"I think it's doubled sided mate," Ron replied with a joyous smile.
Harry's question meant that he had missed out on some of the note. Currently, Blaise's voice was saying, 'But McGonagall and Dumbledore are so shagging in the Transfiguration classrooms after hours.'
McGonagall gasped at this and looked at Blaise furiously.
'Which seat do you think they do it on?' Pansy's voice asked.
'It would be funny if it were Granger's,' Blaise's voice chuckled 'it'd be about the only action she'd get.'
Hermione's mouth dropped open as her cheeks blushed a brilliant red. Her eyes widened in terror as Pansy replied to this.
'Isn't she shagging Weasley? At the games Potter said that he's walked in on them going at it like Poxies twice.'
Ron and Hermione looked like they would have liked to be anywhere in the world but in McGonagall's classroom right now.
'I'd like to go at you right now.'
'Do you know what I'd like to do?'
'What?'
'Stuff my hand down your robes and wrap my hand around your big, long, hard, delicious, hot c–"
Pansy's was saved from her sentence as the note abruptly stopped talking and floated to the ground where McGonagall Accio'd it into her hand.
There was a silence. The students slapped a hand to their mouths to muffle the sound of their uncontrollable laughter. However the look on McGonagall's face prevented them from laughing freely.
The bell rung on cue. "Miss. Parkinson and Mr. Zabini is you both could please stay behind," she asked shortly. "Mr. Malfoy I apologise for my assumption of your involvement of this earlier," she said to Draco before turning her head slowly and adding "and Miss. Granger and Mr. Weasley if you could please use a simple locking or take your…activities to perhaps the Room of Requirement for Mr. Potter's sake. Thank you, you may all leave now."
The entire class clamped their mouths shut and pursed their lips tightly together to prevent their laughter getting the better of them.
"Let's never talk about this class ever again," Ron moaned.
"Agreed," Harry and Hermione both nodded hastily. Harry walked behind Ron and Hermione purposefully as to bump into Draco. The Slytherin had a large smirk on his face as he looked over his shoulder at his two best friends. He caught Harry's eye as he turned back to the front of the room and his grin immediately vanished and was replaced by an emotionless expression.
"You know Pansy really shouldn't have written all those inappropriate and private things down on a note that was right under McGonagall's nose," Hermione said suddenly. It was apparent after a few moments that this was directed at Draco.
"Well it's not as if she knew she was going to be caught Granger," Draco sneered at her.
"Yes, from all her Slytherin arrogance I could tell. It was incredibly stupid. How are you defending her when she wrote all those things about you and Harry? And you and Blaise?"
"How I feel towards my friends is really none of anyone's business, especially that of a filthy Mudblood." Draco spat.
"Ron stop!" Hermione said firmly, clutching Ron's hand, preventing him from lashing out.
Harry looked at Draco squarely in the eye. When he and Draco had begun seeing each other Harry made Draco agree not to call Hermione a Mudblood again. Harry felt truly disappointed that Draco had violated that promise, especially because it was so important to him.
"I thought I asked you before to never call her that again," Harry said hotly looking at Draco angrily. Harry had been ready to apologise to Draco, to make things better. However just because they were having an argument didn't give Draco the right to call Hermione that. Harry just shook his head in disappointment, "You know what? Have fun sucking off Zabini tonight." Harry didn't give it a second thought; he turned around and walked off. Ron and Hermione followed him.
Draco felt like Harry had stung him. He truly felt hurt by his comment. He stormed off towards Slytherin, feeling dark. He didn't know how to get rid of his feelings. He could feel them brewing inside of him. He stopped in his path and decided to go to a place where he felt more in control. He ran his hands over the cool rough bricks of the hallway just outside the Prefect's bathroom. As Draco went inside he really should have known that Harry wasn't the type to just walk away. No, Harry intended on working things out with Draco. Harry had followed behind Draco and was now entering the bathroom.
Draco pressed his back up against the stone wall and let out a big breath. Suddenly he heard footsteps. He drew his wand. "Stupefy!" he shouted.
Harry deflected the spell without hesitation. "Are you done trying to hex me?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Draco spat.
"How about, what the hell is going on with you today?" Harry retorted angrily.
"Me?" Draco hissed. "How about I tell you to go and suck off Weasley and let's see how you feel!"
"I asked you never to call Hermione a Mudblood again and you did," Harry said accusingly "just because you're angry at me doesn't make that okay."
Draco suddenly leaned forward and kissing Harry roughly. Harry pushed Draco off.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Harry exclaimed a mere octave below shouting.
"Ever had angry sex?" Draco asked looking pissed off "oh it's delightful, really something."
"Do I look like I'm in the mood for sex? Happy, sad, angry or otherwise?" Harry demanded.
"You look angry," Draco counted "do you know how fucking hot you look when you're angry?"
Harry looked up at the ceiling like it held all the answers. "I thought you were furious with me?" Harry exclaimed.
"I am furious with you!" Draco yelled. "I'm yours! So fight for me! Don't tell me to go and suck a dick that isn't yours!" Draco pulled Harry towards him and captured his lips in a hungry kiss. Harry felt so good to be back against Draco's lips. The Slytherin was making him lose his track of thoughts and Harry had to remind himself why he was here in the first place. He pushed Draco off of him again.
"Merlin!" Harry growled in frustration. "I was going to fucking apologise to you to prat!" He shouted. "I was going to come and work it out with you! I was supposed to–" Draco kissed him again "stop it!" Harry shoved the blonde off him. "You're pissing me off!"
"Good!" Draco shouted equally as loud. "I want you to be pissed off at me. I want you to feel something towards me like that instead of constantly trying to apologise and smooth things out. If you haven't gotten it through your Gryffindor brain yet, we were born to argue with and annoy the fuck out of each other. I like when we fight. Because it reminds me that this is real. So fight back." He pressed his lips against the resistant Gryffindor's, biting the skin.
"What the hell is going on with you?" Harry yelled slapping Draco's hand that was on his hip. "Where in Merlin's book has this come from?"
"Just let it go!" Draco shouted at Harry. "Let the control go, give it to me!"
"Are you on your fucking period?" Harry cried throwing his hands in the air.
"Give yourself up to me," Draco grabbed Harry's hand tightly. Harry tried to pull it away put Draco wouldn't budge. Draco pulled Harry closer.
"This is about dominance?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.
"No," Draco planted a hard kiss on Harry's lips "this is about letting me take care of you because right now, you need to let someone else take charge instead of trying to manage every detailed aspect of your life."
"You filthy hypocrite," Any control Harry had melted away there and then. Harry suddenly relaxed in Draco's arms and the boys met each other in a furious kiss.
"Merlin," Draco exclaimed "you spend a week and a half without me and you fuck over like spiders near a basilisk."
"Fuck I hate you," Harry said breathlessly as he pulled of Draco's robes.
"Good," Draco panted "because I am still dangerously infuriated by you. Harry?" Draco's hands fumbled at Harry's belt. He finally unfastened it and pulled down Harry's trousers to his ankles where Harry kicked them off.
"What?"
"I meant it. Let it go and give it to me."
Harry ripped off Draco's shirt so that both boys were in just their underwear. "You said you wanted me to fight? Well I'm not going down without one." Harry pushed Draco against the stone wall kissing and biting down his jaw. Draco seized the Gryffindor's face and they kissed each other with short and hard kisses. Draco's fingernails cut into Harry's back as he gripped him tightly. Harry hissed at the stinging sensation. Harry moaned and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck pressing them close together and igniting their first real kiss that day. It was long and heated. But their tongues fought when their bodies didn't. They clashed inside their mouths, rubbing against each other eagerly.
Draco pushed Harry onto the floor impatiently. They landed on the stone quite hard.
"Godric," Harry complained "that hurt."
"Suck it up," Draco told him.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Harry grunted.
Draco straddled Harry on the floor. Harry propped himself up on the hands and pulled his knees up so that Draco could lean back against his thighs. Draco didn't waist anytime running his hands through Harry's raven hair and pulling him closer so that he could take full advantage of those lips. Draco moaned through their kisses. Harry bit down on Draco's lip and licked over it. The Slytherin pushed him back down on the floor roughly. He jumped at the opportunity and brought his mouth down to Harry's neck, kissing and sucking as he went down. Harry could feel what Draco was doing. Draco moved his hand down to Harry's nipple and pinched it hard.
Harry cried out loud. He grunted with exertion as he rolled Draco off him and straddled the blonde. Draco huffed in annoyance that he was now on the bottom. Harry was on his knees with Draco's neck underneath between his legs. Draco straight away brought his chin to Harry's soft cock, jutting it with his nose as well making Harry's hard. Draco skilfully slid under from Harry, pulled him backwards onto the floor and swung his leg over him so that he was on top again. He pinned Harry's hands to the ground and sat, pressing his own cock against Harry's hard one.
"Git," Harry glowered.
"Are you ready to let it go yet?"
"Go fuck yourself," Harry poked his tongue out. Draco leaned forward and captured it efficiently snogging his restrained boyfriend. Draco reached down and peeled of Harry's underwear. His erect cock stood up straight, begging for attention. Draco slowly licked around the head.
Harry screwed his eyes shut. Draco swiftly wrapped his whole mouth around the Gryffindor's length.
"Shit!" Harry moaned dragging out the word and making the most beautiful and erotic sound with it.
"How about now?" Draco had removed his mouth leaving Harry cold and needy. A sound got caught up in Harry's throat.
"Say it," Draco whispered.
"No!" Harry cried out stubbornly, resiting.
Draco's hand was instantly on Harry's aching cock, working it with his hand. Harry's hands were still pinned to the ground even without Draco holding them there, it were as if he was gripping the stone tiles for support.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Each of Harry's cries progressively became louder and louder. Just as Harry was about to cum Draco let go.
Harry screamed in frustration. Draco pinned Harry's hands to the floor again so as to make sure he wouldn't use his hands for any personal gain. Draco leaned forward a little more and whispered in Harry's ear.
"You want to cum? You can. All you have to do is give your control over to me. Just let it go."
Harry swallowed hard. He shook his head fiercely.
"I will make you beg for it," Draco warned him "take it now while you still have your dignity." He gave Harry a wicked smile. Harry glared harshly at the Slytherin.
Draco sat back down on Harry's thigh and leaned over his cock. Harry watched as a string of saliva left Draco's mouth and trickled onto his cock. He felt it as it slid down his shaft. Harry moaned with desire, with longing, with craving, with want. Draco ran his thumb over the head before encasing Harry's cock with his hot mouth again.
"Oh that feels so good," Harry gasped his fingers curling into fists. He arched his back. "Oh Dr-Draco, oh Merlin don't stop." Harry was so lost within himself. He could feel the heat building up in him. He could see the wave that would crash over him build. He could feel it. He could almost touch it. He felt the surge begin. He was almost there, just a bit further. Yes, yes, yes, Harry chanted in his head, yeah ye– nothing. Draco's mouth released him with a pop. It was torture.
"Say it," Draco breathed.
Harry wanted it so bad. He wanted his release. He wanted to climax. He could picture it, cumming all over Draco's smooth pale chest. It made him moan just thinking about it. All he could think about was the heat that would blind him and take over him, the wave he would ride. The absolute ecstasy…
But he couldn't give in. He had to fight. He couldn't let go. He had to win. He had to beat the Slytherin at his own game.
Although it nearly killed him, Harry growled, "No."
"Fine," Draco smiled making Harry fearful "but just remember I gave you the choice."
Draco hopped off Harry and pulled off his own underwear throwing them wherever they landed. Harry's eyes caressed Draco's cock that stood erect before him.
"Don't you dare touch yourself," Draco warned him. Harry moaned as Draco's hand moved up to his own erection. He stroked his hardness on his knees in front of Harry. He knew that it was driving the Gryffindor insane. Draco bit his lip and moaned, throwing his head back. He closed his eyes and thought of himself pounding into Harry. He couldn't have his eyes closed for long in case Harry decided to take advantage of the situation. He ran his fingers over his sensitive foreskin, grunting as his breathing quickened. His strokes began faster; he occasionally squeezed himself, the pressure reminding him of how it felt to be inside Harry's tight, hot arse.
Harry was going crazy. He looked at Draco's glorious cock and thought of nothing else but that he wanted it inside of him. The way the Slytherin touched himself was so personal and prized that it sent jolts through him. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay!" Harry shouted. "I give in."
Draco paused and considered the boy lying helplessly on the floor. He cocked his head to the side, "No."
Harry's words were thrown back at him and they felt like ice. "Please."
Draco shook his head. He bought his free hand up to his nipple and rolled it in between his thumb and his finger. Harry cried out in frustration. "Please Draco," Harry begged "I'll do anything. I'm begging you. Please, please."
Draco ran his tongue along his bottom lip, "Say it."
"I give you my control," Harry gushed out "it's yours, you have it…you've always had it."
"Say, Draco I submit myself to you." Draco ordered him. Harry swallowed and looked reluctant. To emphasise the point Draco pumped his cock with his hand slowly while using his other hand to play with his balls.
Harry closed his eyes and breathed out. "Draco," he said "I submit myself to you."
Draco huffed, "Took you fucking long enough." Within a matter of moments Harry was on his hands and knees and Draco's lubricated cock thrust into Harry's tight arse.
"Oh Harry!" Draco gasped. "Shit you feel so good."
"Draco, fucking move!" Harry cried out. Draco grabbed Harry's hips and pounded into him. A week and a half's worth of pent up frustration was slowly released as the friction continued to build. They knew that they weren't going to last very long. They both throbbed at the beautiful sounds that escaped their lips. A thin layer of sweat covered both of their bodies. Draco's hand moved down to Harry's cock. He ran his finger over the head and brought it back up to his mouth to taste Harry's precum.
"Fuck!" Harry's screamed. "Go back, do that ag–oh shit right there. Oh fuck yeah."
"Harry," Draco warned as he stroked his boyfriend's cock "I'm going to cum in – oh shityes! Like ten seconds!"
Harry didn't even have the time to tell Draco that he didn't even have that long. He let out a cry and he came with Draco inside of him and his hands around him. His shot cum all over the floor. Draco felt Harry milk his cock and then suddenly a heat shot through Draco's cock and before he knew it he was screaming Harry's name as he came inside of the raven.
"You stubborn son of a bitch," Draco panted as he lay next Harry. Harry could barely manage a response he was that exhausted.
"Angry sex," he said breathing heavily "go fucking figure." The boys laughed together as they caught their breaths.
"I'm sorry about before," Draco said "I sorry that I called her a Mudblood and I'm sorry that I was…just rude in general."
Harry rolled over and kissing him softly on the lips, "The sex makes up for it…and I forgive you."
Draco grinned. "You said that you came to apologise," he prompted.
"Yeah I did," Harry sighed.
"This is going to be long isn't it?" Draco asked with a roll of his eyes. "I can tell. You have that 'I'm about to come out with a whole lot of philosophical bullshit' look on your face."
"I do not have that look," Harry frowned.
"You do so," Draco teased.
"Everyone's a judge," Harry grumbled "leave me alone." He snuggled up closer to Draco making the blonde chuckle.
"I'm certain I can cope with the philosophical bullshit, just say what you need to say."
"I wanted to apologise about what happened after the games but," Harry paused "I also wanted to work it out." He searched for Draco's reaction. Draco's smile faded but he nodded nonetheless.
"If I come out it's not going to be the same without you," he began "and I'm not going to pressure you into doing something you don't want to do. People have been doing that to you your whole life and I promised myself that I would be different to all of them. Yeah, I'm a bit disappointed. But that's my emotion and I can manage it. It'll happen when the time is right and right now isn't the right time for you. I know that I need to respect that. I don't want to lose you over this. I don't want you to leave."
"If I wanted to leave I would have left by now," Draco told him honestly as he planted a kiss to his forehead.
Harry loved many things about Draco. His bluntness was something that he had gotten used to. "I know," Harry breathed. "I don't care how long I have to wait for, but I'll wait for you."
"You will?" Draco frowned. Harry gave him a small smile and a nod. "Why?"
Harry did not know everything but he knew this: Being with Draco was not like being with anyone else. They were about competition, about always fighting to win. From the time they had met as first years they had tried to out win each other, to be better than the other. They argued and pissed each other off. They crossed lines and boundaries ignoring what the end result may be. Unlike everyone else they pushed to their limits, they persisted and they were determined. They constantly fought and blackmailed and snuck out. But they laughed and shared special moments and mended each other. Harry loved the fact that Draco never backed down. He always gave Harry as good as Harry gave him and that was not what he did with anyone else. Draco didn't give a shit if he hurt Harry's feelings because he said it how it was and he made Harry work. He challenged him in the ways that Harry needed to be challenged, because no one else would ever dare challenge The Great Harry Potter in that way. Draco was Harry's equal although they always fought hard to top each other. Draco kept up with him, he had the energy to. He had stubbornness to. Over some things they fought, argued and hurt each other until they worked out how to resolve it, until they figured out how to exist around it.
And Harry was willing to wait however long was necessary to share that with the world.
"Because I love you," Harry said simply "and because you're worth every second."
Draco let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you," he weaved his fingers through Harry's hand.
"But," Harry interjected.
"There's always an arse," Draco muttered, the corners of his mouth turning down.
"You need to tell me what's going on," Harry said softly but sternly. Draco swallowed; he didn't even bother with trying to bullshitting Harry.
"I can't," Draco said plainly. He felt so exposed right now, he was at risk, susceptible.
"That's not good enough anymore, I need a reason."
"Harry," Draco's mouth formed a hard line as he looked at Harry in all seriousness "I can't. Nothing will change that, you need to accept it."
Harry ran his tongue across his bottom lip in his search for patience. "I'm worried about you."
"Good," Draco said to Harry's surprise "it's bloody annoying but somebody has to do it."
"I don't like not knowing what's scaring you."
"Okay," Draco nodded to himself. He sat up. "Yes," he agreed "I'm afraid. And…sometimes I can't breathe. It lets me up. Just don't give up on me," he pleaded "because I'm working it out, I promise. I won't let you down."
"Okay," Harry finally said.
"Okay?" Draco asked feeling confused. "Just like that? No further interrogation?"
"I trust you," Harry told him simply.
"You shouldn't," Draco said in a low voice.
Harry sat up. "I thought we were past that?"
Draco leaned forward and rubbed his nose against Harry's cheek. "Thank you," Draco said visibly relaxing, and he meant it. Harry opened his arms and Draco crept into them. He rested his head against Harry's shoulder.
Harry accepted that he would have to be patient for Draco's follow through. He knew that it would mean letting it go for a little while until the time came to resolve it. It would be resolved Harry had no doubt in his mind.
"Sometimes I worry that I just," Harry shook his head "make life so much harder for you."
"You don't," Draco told him honestly "you're the one that makes it bearable." Draco sighed, "It's me…I'm strange…abnormal. But thank you for loving me," he kissed Harry's cheek "because you're doing it perfectly."
"You're beautiful," Harry disagreed telling the blonde "and there's nothing wrong with you."
"Thank you," Draco whispered.
"For what?"
"For saving me…in every way a person can be saved."
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"Erm," Harry stammered "I really think that we stand an excellent chance against Slytherin. We've er," Harry tried to think of Oliver Wood for inspiration, "trained hard and we've got a skilled team and…we've trained hard. Yeah."
"Go team," Coote offered dully.
"Merlin save us all," Ginny muttered, shaking her head. She stood up and went to stand next to Harry. "Right," she said taking charge "listen up. First off, Harry you're a top captain but you're shit at pep talks so just sit down."
"Yeah sorry," Harry mumbled as he shuffled over next to his teammates.
"Secondly, I think we stand a fair chance against Slytherin. Like Harry said, we've trained hard. We've worked our arses off through rain, hail and shine." Somebody muttered something about almost becoming hypothermic during one of their training sessions, which Ginny ignored and ploughed on. "We have two top Beaters that look mean and scary when they need to, three brilliant Chasers if I do say so myself, a fantastic Keeper that can sometimes become more nervous than a hedgehog but oh well and an excellent Seeker who can just about spot a freckle on a giant's behind." She punched her fist into her palm. "We can do this Gryffindor, we're skilled, we're ready, we're brave and we're a hell of a lot prettier, so let's play a good game of Quidditch, not break any major bones touch wood," everyone touched their broomsticks "and win against those snakes!"
Katie Bell burst into applause. Coote wiped his eye, "That was beautiful." Demelza smiled and gave Ginny a thumbs up. Peakes and Coote showed each other their best mean and scary faces and began to argue who had the best face.
"Coote, hands down." Katie decided.
"That's only because you think he's better looking, he is better looking, but Peakes has a scarier scary face." Demelza told her matter-of-factly.
"Excuse me while I vomit, Peakes is not my type," Katie assured her "and no way, Coote clearly has the meaner face."
"Uh uh," Demelza said shaking her head.
"Ladies please," Peakes grinned "no need to fight over us."
Katie rolled her eyes. "Please, spare me."
Ron looked a tad more reassured than before although still mildly nauseous.
Harry gave Ginny a smile, "Great speech."
"Anytime Captain," she teased.
Fifteen minutes later the Quaffle was released into the air. Katie zoomed into the huddle to grab the Quaffle while Ginny and Demelza skilfully flew further down the pitch to receive a pass. It was an easy 10 points to Gryffindor.
"The Slytherin Keeper Lucas Komich does look quite upset by that doesn't he?" Harry looked towards the commentator's box to find Luna Lovegood. Harry smiled as his eyes scanned the pitch.
"On the far side of the pitch Gryffindor Beaters Coote and Peakes who seem to be looking extra scary today are aiming a Bludger at Slytherin Seeker Draco Malfoy." Luna said wistfully.
Harry's stomach gave a jolt at hearing Draco's name. Luckily Draco ducked just in time, thanks to Luna's giveaway, and missed the Bludger.
Katie and Demelza scored 10 points apiece. Slytherin's captain, Urquhart, scored, taking Ron off guard by aiming for the lower ring. Harper who was filling in for Vaisey also managed to score 10 points. The scores were now 30 – 20, with Gryffindor just in front.
Harry's eyes narrowed as he concentrated of searching for the miniscule Snitch. The wind picked up, the icy breeze swaying him slightly. Harry shivered. His eyes floated over to Draco. Who, like Harry, was hovering in the air looking for the Snitch. Harry noticed how sitting on a broom accentuated Draco's ar–
"Harry!" Coote swung his bat frightfully close to Harry's face aiming at an even closer Bludger that had missed his head my millimetres. "Be careful!"
"Thanks!" Harry called back to him. From now on he couldn't be distracted by how good his boyfriend's arse looked on a broomstick. 'I'd bet it looks better on my broomstick,' Harry thought to himself with a cheeky smile. "Ugh, concentrate!" he reprimanded himself.
Ron made a spectacular save against Urquhart. Harry was startled by a shriek of pain that came from behind him. The Slytherin Beater had aimed for Katie and the Bludger had hit her directly in the nose. Harry immediately flew over to Katie who had blood dripping down her face and onto her robes.
"TIME!" Harry shouted to Madame Hooch. She nodded and blew her whistle.
"And Gryffindor Chaser Katie Bell has been hit by a nasty Bludger. Her nose seems to be broken I believe. That would hurt wouldn't it? I wouldn't know…I've never had a broken nose, though I've mended a few." Came Luna's voice from the speaker.
"Let me see," Harry reached his hands forward to Katie who was blinking back tears. There was blood all over her lips and her chin. Her fingers were covered in red blood as well. Harry reached over and touched in gently.
"Ow!" Katie choked out. Harry observed the unnatural bump of her nose.
"Katie, can you still fly?" Katie gave him a feeble nod. "Okay, follow me then." Harry slowly flew with Katie over to the Gryffindor stand where he hovered over the box. "Hermione," he called out "she's got a broken nose, can you fix it?"
"Harry you know the spell," Hermione frowned.
"Yeah but you're better at casting it, I don't want to turn it into a trunk by accident."
Hermione rolled her eyes. Katie flew over to her, hopped off her broom and stood next to Hermione.
"Episkey!" Hermione muttered pointing her wand at Katie's nose.
There was a sharp crack. "Fuck!" Katie shouted as she winced, her eyes screwing shut in abrupt pain.
"Is it fixed?" Parvati asked anxiously, she stood next to Hermione looking worried.
"Of course it's fixed," Hermione told her, Harry had to agree with Hermione's tone; never doubt her spellwork.
"Thanks Hermione," Katie said as she tried to wipe as much blood off her face as she could. Parvati pulled out her wand and pointed it at Katie's face. She murmured something and a moment later Katie's face was blood free and clean.
"Now go," Parvati ushered "we've got a game to win and a bunch of Slytherin's annihilate."
Katie gave Parvati a quick smirk before she and Harry jumped on their brooms and zipped back off to continue the game. The next half an hour was filled by Gryffindor scoring another 30 points, two by Ginny and one by Katie, Slytherin scoring an unfortunate 40 points and McGonagall becoming rather fanatic.
Ginny passed the Quaffle to Katie who flew over to the rings and passed it into the awaiting hands of Demelza. She aimed and missed. The Slytherin Keeper hit the Quaffle away with the end of him broom. Demelza dived down to retrieve it and threw it into the right hoop and scored.
"Yes!" Harry punched the air. He decided to do another lap of the pitch.
Draco watched Harry flew around towards him.
"Well, well, well," the blonde said as Harry approached him "if it isn't Gryffindor's famous Seeker."
"No need to applaud," Harry teased.
"You almost got hit by a Bludger before," Draco pointed out.
"So did you," Harry returned "and only because I was distracted."
"By?"
"You're arse on that broomstick."
Draco turned his head to look behind him. "It is quite distracting isn't it?"
Harry grinned. He turned his head to the left and then back and Draco. He did a double-take, to Harry's far left was a gold glint. He looked back at Draco. The Slytherin didn't miss the expression on the Gryffindor's face. And just like that they were off, as fast as their brooms could fly towards the fluttering snitch.
"It looks like Gryffindor's Seeker, Harry Potter, and Slytherin's Seeker, Draco Malfoy have both spotted the Snitch. I hope they don't crash…that would be quite unfortunate." Luna said matter-of-factly.
The Snitch changed its course as if it knew it was being chased after. It whizzed upwards. Draco and Harry pulled up and followed it. It was the most real fun both boys had had in a long time. Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind he recalled the two on their Christmas holiday discussing this very game. Draco was surprised to feel that he wouldn't feel bad about winning. He knew that Harry most likely felt the same way. It was just fun. Both boys felt their testosterone flaring up and the competition was high between them. The Snitch flittered downwards with a fair amount of speed for such a small and delicate looking object. They mutually flew down with it, the ground rushing up towards them, the grass becoming clearer and clearer. The Snitch continued flying downwards. The players above them hovered in the air, watching the chase below them. The crowd were on their feet peering over the edges to get a better view.
"Watch him break his jaw," Pansy sighed shaking her head.
"Catch the blasted thing!" Blaise cried out.
"Remind me never to go to a Quidditch match with you," Pansy told him "you're an animal."
"Go Harry! Go!" Hermione shouted.
"I can't watch," Neville whimpered shielding his eyes. He may have been seventeen but his fear of brooms had not changed since his first flying lesson at eleven years old.
Hermione was squeezing Parvati's hand. "Go Harry!" Parvati screamed. "Grab it!"
Harry swerved a bit so that he was coming at the Snitch from an angle, almost parallel Draco; his Firebolt ensured that this lost him no speed or length.
"Jump," Harry whispered. He and Draco leapt off their booms into mid-air that was a meter off the ground at the same time. Their hands both reached out blindly. The Golden Snitch was trapped in between both Seeker's hands as they came together, encasing the Snitch in the middle of both their palms. They fell with a thud.
The crowd roared. All in question: who had caught the Snitch first?
Madame Hooch flew over. She saw the Snitch in between Harry and Draco's entwined hands.
"Right," she said roughly "hand it over, I'll sort this out."
Harry let go and Draco handed her the Snitch. She pulled out her wand and whispered a spell over the Snitch.
"You both touched it at the same time," she said disbelievingly. Harry and Draco looked at each other.
"I'm still better," Draco grinned.
"Yeah at falling off your broom." Harry retorted with a laugh. He turned to Madame Hooch, "So what happens now?"
"You both get awarded 150 points each," she said simply.
"So who wins?" Harry asked stupidly.
"The team that has the most points Potter." Draco replied obviously. "Idiot."
Harry flushed somewhat. "Oh…so who's that?"
Madame Hooch counted the numbers in her head. "210 – 220," she finally announced. She turned to face the spectators. She Sonorused her voice. "Gryffindor win!" She exclaimed.
The crowd cheered loudly. The Gryffindor's all gave each other bear hugs and squealed. The Slytherin's looked around moodily and slowly emptied their stand.
"Good game Potter," Draco inclined his head.
"You too," Harry gave the Slytherin a nod and a smile "see you later." When Harry realised that Madame Hooch was no longer there he added, "Change rooms in fifteen minutes?"
Draco simply gave Harry a look that made him groan and walked off the pitch.
Harry turned around and was hit with the full force of three female Gryffindor Chasers jumping on him screaming, "We won!"
Harry tried breathing under the stack of girls that had pounced on him. He feebly moved his arms and legs. "Can't," he gasped "breath!"
"Oops!" Demelza said as she rolled off Harry. Katie offered him a hand up after Ginny rolled off him as well.
"Thanks," he exhaled.
Ron clapped Harry on the back, "Well done mate."
"You too," Harry gave Ron a light punch on the shoulder "you made some seriously awesome saves."
Ron blushed red and shuffled his feet slightly. Harry gave his Beaters, Coote and Peakes, a high five each.
"Well done," Harry told his team "we played really well and I'm proud of the lot of you."
"Group hug!" Ginny shouted merrily and Harry was once again squished in the middle of his team mates. He smiled fondly at them. "Alright," Ginny said loudly "let's get showered and changed because there's a party up in Gryffindor tower!"
Everyone cheered. Harry turned to walk outside.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked.
"McGonagall wants to speak to me," he explained "you all get ready and I'll meet you up in Gryffindor."
Harry walked outside onto the pitch.
"That was an excellent match Mr. Potter," McGonagall approved.
"Thanks professor," Harry smiled. "I hope you gave Snape a hard time."
McGonagall frowned at first but then said, "Just between the two of us I might rub it in a fraction."
Harry grinned. "I won't tell anymore if you lay it on a bit thicker, Professor."
McGonagall gave Harry one of her rare smiles. "Well done Potter, please congratulate your team on my behalf."
"I will Professor," Harry promised "have a good evening." He chuckled privately to himself at the thought of Snape being irritated. By the time Harry had almost reached the change rooms everyone had left for Gryffindor. Draco fell in step with Harry.
"Where did you come from?" Harry asked.
"The Slytherin change rooms are on the opposite side to yours," Draco pointed the door all the way over the other side.
They walked towards the Gryffindor change rooms. They passed the broom shed. Harry stopped walking and blinked.
It was dark, the weather was cold. It was way passed curfew. The grass was soft under his shoes as he ran with the blonde boy. Draco pulled him by the hand. He was pressed against the wooden door of the shed with the beautiful Gryffindor pushed up against his body. He moved his head forward hungrily, connecting their lips. He prayed no one would find them. He knew what Harry's boundaries were and he made sure never to cross them and risk the raven distancing himself from him. Draco's hand fumbled around for the door handle. Once he had found it he turned it and stepped backwards pulling himself inside the cupboard along with Harry. Draco shut the door and did not waste any time placing his lips back on Harry's. Draco frowned. He stopped kissing. He took a step back in confusion. Harry stood frozen. His eyes darting around the space, Draco doubted that Harry even remembered that Draco was there with him. Harry's eyes continued looking around at the shed. The dark space. The enclosed space. The small space.
"Harry?" Draco said hesitantly.
Harry didn't hear him. Dark. Tight. Small. Harry's palms began to moisten with sweat. His heartbeat accelerated with alarming speed. He could feel it, pounding in his chest. He could feel his pulse in his wrists, his ears, his head, his legs. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck. His clothes felt sticky, like they were clinging on the fine sheet of moisture that was now glistening over his skin.
The walls. There were four. And a roof. And a floor. Two doors. That he couldn't get to. They were locked shut. They had to be. There was no escaping.
No escape.
Trapped.
He couldn't stop the trembling in his fingers. He couldn't stop his vision from shaking.
Click. Click. Click.
Harry froze in his mind. His thoughts seemed to run dry. The clicking…
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
And suddenly he was back in the cupboard under the stairs. Uncle Vernon threw him in the cupboard. He slammed the tiny door shut and locked it shut with a click.
"You're not coming out," Uncle Vernon snarled with glee. "No, no, no. You're not coming out until I say. No food. No water. No toilet. No one."
Harry remembered the stale air that built up from the closed vent. The burning smell that never seemed to go away due to that fact he couldn't use a toilet. The small room that got impossibly smaller each time. The tormenting. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley. The three of them. Constantly at the vent taunting him, tormenting him. Whispering things to him. Once Dudley opened the vent and let the smell of his dinner waft in. The stabbing ache of his hungry stomach. His dry tongue. Accepting that fact that this time, he might not make it.
I'm not going to make it out this time, Harry told himself as the darkness threatened to overwhelm him. He couldn't see Draco. He couldn't see the light switch. He couldn't see the doors. If I don't get out I'm really going to die, he thought. I can't make it out, I can't control this. His feet wouldn't move. He opened his mouth to breathe but no air came through. He didn't know where his hands ought to be put. His legs, his head, his stomach, where? Eventually they were wrapped around his throat. It was strange how he could hear himself gasping. He could hear the air coursing through his lungs. But he couldn't feel it. It didn't feel like the oxygen was entering his body.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't think.
All he knew was that everything was becoming smaller. And tighter. His eyes flittered, looking at the dark room. He felt like he was breathing air underwater, that heavy pressure on his chest. The pressure felt like it was expanding. Reaching his fingers. Panic. Fear. Terror. Frightened. Scared. Panic. Anxious. Panic. Panic. Panic.
Let me out.
Let me go.
Let me free.
Escape.
What if the doors open? But they won't. They never did. I could never open them. They never opened. They won't open.
I'm not safe.
I can't get out. There is no possible way for me to get out. I'm stuck here. Trapped again.
Everything is out of control.
I can't breathe.
Let me go.
Help.
And then the air in his lungs finally ran out and everything went black.
"Harry!" He opened his eyes slowly. It was still dark, but he could smell grass. He could smell fresh air. He could hear the fresh air, the rustle through the trees.
"Harry!" He could feel the tickle of something behind his neck. Where was he? What was that sound? What had just happened? He remembered something about dark and small.
"Harry!" Something slapped him on his cheek. The pain was sharp and acute and abruptly startled him, bring him back to reality. He blinked and sat up.
"Draco?" Harry frowned. He looked around. "Why am I lying on the Quidditch pitch?" He ran a hand on his throbbing cheek.
"Would you like to explain to me what the fuck just happened?" Draco shouted. He looked severely shaken up. He was breathing fast.
Harry was still incredibly confused. "What are you talking about?"
"You gave me a fucking heart attack! I thought you were– don't ever do that to me again." Draco couldn't even make out proper sentences he was that frantic. His expression was wild. His eyes were wide with panic.
"Draco what are you tal– oh." Everything happened very quickly. Memory came back to Harry sharper than Draco's slap had been. Nausea rolled through him and he turned to the side and threw up on the grass.
Draco vanished it. He then conjured up a glass of water. Harry swallowed the entire content and thanked Draco.
"What the hell happened to you?" Draco demanded.
"I'm sorry I scared you," Harry said quietly. He felt embarrassed that Draco had seen him like that.
"Harry," Draco warned.
"I hoped you'd never have to see that," Harry told him honestly "I didn't know that you were going to pull us into the broom shed, if you had told me I would have said no. I'm not blaming you," Harry added in quickly. "I don't like to be in small and dark spaces. When I'm in them, well," he hesitated "that happens. I panic." He looked up at the black sky. "Shit," he exhaled. He realised just how irrational he had been. He had been able to get out. But his mind had not been in the right mind set to allow that to even be a possibility. He was okay now. He took a deep breath and let it go. He knew he needed to sort it out. If Draco suggested for him to get help Harry would have agreed. However Draco was not the suggest help type. He was the more suffer in silence type. Harry sighed again.
"So…you're claustrophobic." Draco said slowly.
"More or less," Harry agreed softly. "It's complicated. I have a phobia but it's because wh– it's complicated."
Draco looked at Harry. "You scared what little life there is in me out," Draco said to him "you owe me an explanation." Draco wasn't interested in this being hard for him. Harry had made it hard for him too and though he would never admit it, it worked. "Now."
Harry considered it. He toyed with the idea. Then he realised it was only fair that he should relay his past just like Draco had done for him. He wondered why he hadn't told him already. He knew he should have.
"Okay," Harry agreed. "When…" Harry began the tale of his childhood. He explained how magic really had saved him because it had made the Dursley's afraid of him so he was left alone and ignored now. He relayed all the details of the nights he was locked in his cupboard. The nights he would go hungry, the nights when he cried, the nights when he gave up. He told him about the Dursley's; Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley. He told Draco what they would say to him, what they would do to him, how they would treat him, how they would torment him endlessly.
Draco was surprised that all this had happened to Harry but despite all of it Harry had turned out okay. He had turned out normal, relatively at least. Draco couldn't say the same for himself although he knew that it had been worse for him. He felt a range of things as Harry spoke. He felt angry towards the Dursleys; he wanted to inflict the same pain on them that they had on Harry. He felt saddened that Harry had had to live like that. He felt empathy; he could understand where Harry was coming from. He felt something stir within him. He couldn't quite label it or identify it but it was strong. He knew it was because it felt like he had a pull towards Harry. Perhaps he felt the pain the boy was describing.
How dare they hurt him, Draco thought, how dare they do that to him. No one is allowed to hurt him because he's mine. Draco felt tears spring to his eyes. He tried to stay strong for Harry who was crying freely. But Draco couldn't stop them once he knew why they were there. He didn't sob nor did his lips quiver. The tears just fell whenever he blinked. They slid down his pale face, the streaks glistening in the moonlight.
"Are you surprised?" Harry asked him hollowly.
"Yes," Draco admitted.
"Because I'm the famous Harry Potter, the boy who has had the perfect life." Harry guessed.
"No," Draco shook his head. He accepted Harry into his arms where he held the Gryffindor tightly, making sure he felt safe and loved. He corrected Harry, "Because you're like me."
They had both come from a bad place, cracked, looking to be put back together again. They never had any king's horses or king's men. They had had to do it themselves – bit by bit. But when they had found each other they weren't alone in it anymore, they had found someone to help put the pieces back together again. They helped each other to be whole – they filled in all the missing pieces too.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked him.
"Fine," Harry smiled. They both walked into the change rooms hand in hand. The bathroom was a mix of scarlet and gold tiles. The showers were open; a wall with seven shower heads. There were benches to their right.
"What a vile colour," Draco shook his head in mock disgust.
"I think quite the opposite," Harry winked. Draco thought that Harry looked fabulous in his Quidditch robes, despite the terrible colour.
Harry unlaced his robes, pulled off his boots and slipped off his pants. "I'm going to put these in my locker." Harry told Draco as he walked to the right towards the lockers. He placed his robes in locker number 7, the house elves would wash them and return them for his next game. Harry heard the water turn on. He took of his gloves, socks and underwear and threw them on a bench near him so he could collect them later. He walked back to the showers. Hot steam had risen, filling the air with a density. Two of the shower heads were turned on and were surging out hot water. Harry couldn't see Draco through the wall of thick steam. He walked through it and unexpectedly stopped.
Draco was running his hands through his wet blonde hair, the water running down his magnificent body, cascading to the ground. His eyes were closed as the water rushed down his face. His lips were slightly parted.
Harry quietly stepped forward; he wrapped his arms around the Slytherin Seeker's naked body and pressed himself tightly against him. He raised himself up on his toes a little and kissed Draco.
It was amazing. The water rushed in between their lips, heating their bodies as it ran down them. Draco placed his hand on Harry's thigh and brought it up to wrap around his waist. It was the most sensual shower either boy had ever had.
Harry bit his lip as he tried to suppress a moan as Draco massaged the shampoo through his hair. Harry left the soap lather to fall down onto his shoulders and run down his back. He stepped back into the water and let the jet wash the soap out of his hair.
Draco let out a heavy breath as he watched Harry in the water. The line of his perfect body, flawless as the stream fell down him. He couldn't stop himself as his hands reached out to touch the Gryffindor, to fully appreciate his superb body as his fingers ran along his wet chest and traced down his stomach painfully close to where Harry needed him most.
Harry whimpered as Draco pushed him up against the cold tiles on the wall. He didn't object to Draco's exploratory mouth that licked along his jaw. His mouth traced down to his chest where Draco's tongue swirled around Harry's nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive area. His lips kissed further down. His teasing fingers brushed the inside of Harry's thighs making Harry buck upwards.
"Please," Harry begged through gritted teeth.
Draco stood back up, "Impatient aren't we?"
"Yes," Harry said half whining. He was needy. He wanted Draco's hot mouth on his throbbing erection. Harry pressed his mouth to Draco's thrusting his tongue inside the Slytherin's parted lips. He jutted his tongue in and out causing Draco to moan.
"I want you," he breathed into Harry's ear before sucking the earlobe.
"Where to you want me?" Harry asked meeting his boyfriend's lustful tone.
"In my mouth," Draco replied. Harry squeezed his eyes shut at groaned at the words that came out of Draco's mouth. "Floor," the blonde said barely audible over the hiss of the running water. Harry lay down on the tiles that were warm, the sound of the water hitting the floor clear in his ears. Draco followed him; he positioned himself so that his mouth hovered over Harry's erection, the water hitting the top of his head and his upper back.
Harry forgot about everything else as soon as Draco took him in his mouth. Draco's teeth carefully grazed his shaft. He used the tip of his tongue to swirl around Harry's slit and then used the fat of his tongue to rub the spot he knew was most sensitive. Draco relaxed his throat as he swallowed Harry deeply. He couldn't breathe but that really didn't matter at the moment. He sucked so hard that Harry knew for sure that all of his blood was rushing down south. The Slytherin pulled away to take in a gasp of air. Harry would have made a sound of protest if not for the sight before him.
The water poured down on Draco's head making his blonde hair drip forward, the water oozed down his face and trickled off his open lips. Harry felt a tightening in his stomach. And oh how much he wanted Draco. He did not, in that moment, understand how such a divine being such as Draco had come to be with him. Harry bucked his hips up impatiently.
The sounds that left Harry's lips spurred Draco on. The part of Harry's cock that Draco's mouth couldn't quite reach was wrapped around with his hands that jerked him up and down. Harry thought he was going to explode. Electricity seemed to jolt up his spine.
"Godric fuck!" Harry screamed.
Draco's tongue shouldn't have been allowed to do that – because it felt too damn amazing. He pulled away before he came too early.
The steam continued to rise. It shielded the outside world from the scene in the shower. Harry's hands ran over Draco's body. He soaped the blonde's body. His fingers moved in circles on Draco's chest and then his stomach. His palms massaged his arse. He pushed Draco against the wall as his hands rubbed the fruit smelling soap on his back. Harry stroked Draco's arms; he ran his hands from the blonde's shoulders right to the tips of his fingers. He brought Draco's hand behind his neck and engaged in a passionate kiss. Harry then dropped down to floor as he gently rubbed along his calves in a circular motion.
Draco gasped as Harry's tongue licked the underside of his cock. Harry's tongue caressed Draco's erect member as his hands trailed up and down the Slytherin's thighs. Draco's hands were balled up into fists. Harry's devious tongue traced up and down. It made the other boy lose his chain of thoughts. He felt like his every nerve was being attended to. It was just that, Harry's hands seemed to be everywhere. Brushing the inside of his thighs, massaging his balls, pinching his nipples. Draco fisted his Harry's hair, he hadn't meant to be rough but he just couldn't help it. He had to pull away before it became too much, before it through his over the edge.
Somehow they were under the jet of water again. They were close together. Draco hesitantly leaned his head forward softly touching Harry's lips with his own. As soon as that happened something snapped and their movements ceased to be slow. They fought to kiss. It was almost territorial the way their mouths clashed and their tongues battled. They did what they did best and that was fight to be better, to win, to not back down and to override the other.
They tugged on each other's erections. The water proved as an excellent substance that made their hands slide with easy allowing them to stroke faster and quicker. Their groans filled the empty change room. Harry's threw his head back and let out a cry of pleasure. Their kisses were extremely messy as their preoccupied hands were not able to hold their faces close enough. However this was not a problem; lips, tongue, chin – whatever they kissed it was irrelevant. As long as they were kissing some part of the other everything was fine. As their pace quickened so did their moans and exclamations.
They couldn't stop their orgasms from bolting through them like a sharp, hot crack of lightning. Harry's back arched into Draco's blissful hand. Flash after flash of agonisingexcruciating agonisinga pleasure shot through Draco's body setting fire to every nerve, every inch of him. Luckily the water was still running so they were able to quickly wash away the cum on their bodies.
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Harry was still a little pruney from the extended shower. But Draco had pruney hands too so they sort of matched in a way.
"I have to go down to the dungeons and join the pity party," Draco stopped walking and gave Harry a quick kiss "thank you for the shower, I feel very clean."
Harry snorted. "Really now?" he snickered "Because I'm still under the impression that you're quite dirty."
Draco gave Harry a naughty grin and then turned the corner to walk down to the dungeons. Harry smiled broadly as he walked towards Gryffindor tower. As he almost reached the portrait hole he saw Katie Bell and Parvati Patil engaged engaged in quite an explicit snogging session. Harry walked quietly as not to disturb them. However this proved in possible as he needed to speak the password to enter the tower. The girls jumped apart as they heard Harry approach.
"Er…Hi Harry," Katie said awkwardly. She swallowed and looked at Parvati.
"Hey," Harry said indifferently "great game by the way."
"Oh…you too," she said looking uncomfortable. Parvati shuffled uneasily uneasily next to her. "Look Harry, if you could not say anything to anyone about this beca–"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry said airily, interrupting her.
The girls both looked startled but gave him confused looks.
Harry looked around. "I didn't see anything," he shrugged innocently.
They both visibly relaxed. "Thanks Harry," Parvati said gratefully giving him a timid smile.
"For what?" he asked feigning confusion. Just before he stepped through the portrait whole he flashed them a smile.
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"Oh good!" Ginny exclaimed. "Harry can come with us." Ginny grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him along with her, Ron and Hermione back out of the portrait hole. Parvati and Katie were gone – they had evidently changed their venue for the better.
As soon as they were sure the coast was clear Harry asked, "So where are we going?"
Before Ginny could answer him Hermione asked him sharply, "Harry where have you been? We've be wondering what you had gotten up to–" She hastily cut herself off as she eyed the cut on Harry's neck. "Harry what happened to your neck?"
"What are you talking about?" Harry frowned.
"You're neck mate," Ron replied apprehensive, he pointed to the side of Harry's neck "it's bleeding."
Harry's hand flew up to his neck. He traced the cut and realised the shape and what had cut the skin. "Sneaky bastard," Harry muttered to himself. He hadn't even felt Draco bite his neck. That was a bit embarrassing.
"Looks like a bite mark," Ginny commented trying to hide her smile.
Harry gave her a look. "Gee thanks Ginny," he said at the same time Hermione gasped, "A bite mark?"
"Now you've done it," Harry grumbled giving Ginny an 'are you happy now?' look.
"That's why you took so long in the shower?" Ron grinned with raised eyebrows.
"Why does this always happen to me?" Harry asked himself. Harry eagerly tried to change the subject. "So where are we going?" he repeated.
"To sneak out to the Three Broomsticks to get a whole heap of Butterbeers for the party back at the Tower," Ginny explained as they turned into another corridor "you know, to celebrate and all." She gave Harry a smirk, "But by the looks of it you've had your own celebration."
Harry groaned. The others snickered. "You all just love picking on me don't you?" He asked grumpily.
"Yes," Ginny snorted. Ron laughed out loud. Hermione tried to hide her laughter for Harry's sake. "But hey," Ginny said putting her hands up in reasoning "I'm not judging. Shower sex is great."
This effectively sobered Ron up. This made Hermione laugh. "Oh come on," Ron complained with a frown "I did not need to know that."
"What?" Ginny exclaimed innocently "I'm just putting it out there. You're all no fun." She turned to Harry. "So," she nudged him with her elbows and waggled her eyebrows making Harry laugh "how'd it go?"
"Ginny!" Ron and Hermione protested.
"Oh shut up you two," she waved about "you two are as exciting as a seventy year old married couple." Harry struggled to hide his snort. "Well?" she nudged Harry again.
"You know," Harry began to point out with a laugh "I never ask you about what you and Dean get up to."
"And don't start to," Ron begged.
"I would but I'd freak you out big time," she admitted as she brushed her long red hair behind her shoulder.
"Happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place," Ron chanted to himself as he covered his ears.
"I doubt that," Harry told her "there's nothing you have done that I haven't done."
"We had sex in your dorm last night," Ginny challenged. Harry's mouth dropped on cue but then transfigured into a broad grin as he saw the expression on Ron's face.
Ron seemed to snap out of his happy place. "You what?" he shouted. "How?"
"It's called using enchantments, Ron." Ginny shook her head.
"I have had sex in our dorm," Harry confessed "but not while anyone was in there."
"Okay so I get 10 points and you get 5," Ginny said fairly. Harry nodded.
"Room of Requirement?" he asked.
"Obviously," Ginny rolled her eyes. "Anyone can do that. 5 points each. What are we both on?"
"Harry's on 10 and Ginny's on 15," Hermione said instantly.
"Don't you get involved with this!" Ron exclaimed.
"I'm just keeping count," she relied harmlessly harmlessly.
"Change room showers," Ginny said.
"Tick," Harry grinned "15 points each. Potions classroom down in the dungeons?"
"Shifty," Ginny approved "I haven't done that yet –" Ron buried his head in his hands at the word 'yet' "– that gets 20 points. Astronomy tower?"
"Not exactly sex but around that activity, yes."
"Still counts, 15 points each."
"Okay," Harry started to really think now "the library?"
"Of course," Ginny laughed. Hermione looked appalled.
"15 points," he reasoned "and only because there's a high risk of being caught."
"In the carts on the way to school?" Ginny asked.
Harry burst out laughing. "Are you serious?" he asked at the same time Ron did.
"The constant bumping makes for a great experience," Ginny told them in a matter-of-fact tone.
"That deserves a good 25 five points." Harry awarded.
"Thank you thank you, no need to put your hands together." Ginny bowed.
"Train sex?" Harry questioned.
"Kinky," Ginny winked "that would be fun. You get 20 points for that. How about in Hogsmeade?"
"Yes," Harry nodded "blimely that one was tricky."
"25 points," Ginny agreed.
"I've got a couple," Harry told her "on a little bridge in Venice at two a.m in the rain, a hotel in Paris and a hotel in Venice."
"That's why you wouldn't tell us the full extent of your trip," Hermione connected the dots and shook her head.
"Bloody hell," Ginny laughed "okay so 40 for the bridge, and 20 each for the hotels. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom?"
"Really," Harry asked looking like it would be quite an off-putting experience "any good?"
"Myrtle wasn't there at the time," Ginny explained "but we made up for the moaning." Ginny grinned and Harry laughed. Ron looked up at the ceiling no doubt praying for this to end. "Okay 20 for the bathroom." Harry said generously.
"The Burrow?" Ginny asked.
"No way," Harry said shaking his head; he didn't even allow himself to entertain the idea of taking Draco to the Burrow even in secret "not possible."
"When was Dean at the Burrow?" Ron asked in amazement, his eyes wide as he looked at his sister in shock.
"And that my dear brother, you shall never know," she in a melancholy tone "nor do you want to." She added.
"You get 30 for The Burrow," Harry offered.
"30 is good," Ginny agreed "you got anything else?"
He did in fact. But it was private; he didn't want to share it with anyone other than Draco. The Shrieking Shack was nobody's business but theirs.
"No," Harry shook his head. "Hermione," he asked "what's the final score?"
Hermione blinked and was silent for a second before saying, "Harry you have 200 points and Ginny you have 135 points."
"Rookie," Harry teased lightly punching her shoulder. Ginny poked her tongue out at him but then laughed.
"Oh well," she smiled "this just gives me an excuse to be more sexually wild."
Harry couldn't help bursting out laughing again. "No it does not," Ron said sternly. This only made Harry and Ginny laugh harder.
"Speaking of sexually wild," Ginny began "what are men's obsessions with breasts?" Hermione and Ginny both looked expectantly at Harry and Ron. "I mean honestly," Ginny said dramatically as she shook her head "they're not that exciting. How are you all turned on by a jiggling ball of fat?" Hermione giggled at Ginny's bluntness. Harry tried not to but he couldn't help, he scrunched up his nose in disgust.
Harry was speechless. Ron seemed to be suffering in the same condition as Harry.
"Well?" Hermione asked looking at Ron.
Ron turned a bright shade of red. "I…uh…well…er," Ron stammered "they're just…attractive." Hermione and Ginny both rolled their eyes.
"And what about you?" Ginny asked Harry.
Harry quite frankly agreed with her, he couldn't comprehend what the fascinations about breasts were. In fact, he was actually quite turned off by them. They were just sort of there. They weren't anything special. If truth be told they sort of got in the way. Harry didn't understand why you would choose breasts, which put a limit on how close you could press up against each other, as opposed to a smooth, flat chest which was flawless and perfect. Like Draco's…
"Oi!" Ginny clicked her fingers in front of Harry's face. "Snap out of it."
"Oh umm…what he said," Harry quickly said looking at Ron.
"Men," Hermione and Ginny sighed in unison.
"I'll never understand women," Ron said, giving up.
"Hmmm," Harry agreed absentmindedly as his thoughts wondered back off to Draco's chest…
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