Zinnia says: I usually write more from one person's POV during one chapter – but in this chapter I suddenly did something different; I switched the POV from one person to another right in the middle of a scene. Thanks for all the reviews again, I'm always happy to hear from you guys.
Chapter 12 Bite marks
Harry was sitting in the Divinations class as the teacher announced they'd be working on a bit longer project which would give them their grades for this semester. They would work with the assignment until they were finished, or possibly until Christmas if they couldn't get the task done before then.
This autumn they had worked only a couple of times in pairs or groups but it seemed to Harry that most of the time they were to choose students out of different houses, or their workmates would be chosen with lottery or by the teacher.
All this had of course a lot to do with the previous war and its aftermath as the teachers had the trouble of trying to get the student to get along, and not end up chasing each other after things that had happened last year.
Harry had been thinking about Malfoy a lot. It wasn't a secret either since Ron had occasionally asked some very specific questions relating to Malfoy, which proved to Harry he must be wearing an 'I'm thinking about Malfoy' expression on his face.
Right now as the teacher encouraged them to seek a partner from the other house, which was this time the house of Slytherin, Harry turned to look at Malfoy, who was sitting only a couple of desks further back but on the opposite side of the room.
Harry had a clear view on Malfoy and as if sensing Harry's gaze Malfoy suddenly lifted his eyes from the table and looked at Harry.
Harry was still confused about what they were to each other. They hadn't met each other after what they'd done in the Room of Requirement two nights ago. At that time Harry had felt a certain confidence they would meet soon again, and they would do things like that again.
He knew he had rediscovered his infatuation to Malfoy, and possibly it had never died at all. He hadn't thought about that one horrible night when Malfoy had done bad things, instead he'd kept replaying what had happened two nights ago in his head, and he felt like doing it again.
The only feeling he seemed to have for Malfoy right now was this strange expectation, a slight nervous feeling which filled him with energy and restlessness.
He didn't know what he would do about Malfoy. In fact, he had no idea what he and Malfoy could possibly do. Something was going on between them, that much was certain. Harry had no idea what Malfoy felt about things, for all he knew Malfoy could be somehow using Harry and didn't want more than that, although Harry really didn't believe that to be the case.
The teacher was currently telling them to decide their working mates as soon as possible because he had individual tasks for all the pairs. Harry was observing what was going on around Malfoy's desk.
All the other Slytherins were reluctantly making eye contact with the Gryffindors and most of them seemed to find a pair without a bigger argument.
No-one, absolutely no-one, looked at Malfoy's direction or went to talk to him.
It was only now that Harry could see how ignorant or blind he'd been when it came to Malfoy's everyday life since apparently Malfoy found this situation very familiar, like he wasn't even expecting anyone from Gryffindor to be willing to work with him.
Even if Harry had on some level known all this already soon after school had started in September, he'd never really observed how it all happened and was somehow surprised by all this. During the potions assignment their work together with Malfoy had been mostly more pleasant than he'd ever have guessed, so how was it possible no-one wanted a workmate like that?
Malfoy was still staring at Harry but he made a face; a roll of the eyes and a loud harrumph, crossing his arms over his chest. The face clearly spoke to Harry 'This is useless bullshit'.
It was so typical Malfoy, Harry found himself smiling a little, and that made Malfoy lift his left eyebrow a bit, as if asking 'You think this is funny, do you, Potter?'.
Harry smiled even wider and mouthed, "Work with me."
Malfoy frowned, like he didn't understand.
Harry spoke aloud although he knew Malfoy couldn't hear his voice over all the loud chattering of the students who were discussing with their new pairs, "Work with me."
He also made a hesitant sign with his index finger, pointing it at Malfoy and then himself; hoping it would clarify the message in case his lips weren't articulating well enough.
Malfoy's eyes moved a little from Harry's to his left and Harry automatically followed the gaze and realised the Gryffindors near Harry's desk had stopped chattering and were now staring both Malfoy and Harry in turn. Harry clenched his jaw in irritation.
Why were they staring at him like that? If Harry was willing to work with Malfoy then shouldn't that tell volumes about how stupid everyone else was when they hadn't asked Malfoy first?
Harry got up and walked over to Malfoy's desk, sighing loudly and rolling his eyes to Malfoy, to say he found the Gryffindor's attitudes irritating. Malfoy raised his eyebrows a little and Harry could've sworn the Slytherin's eyes had a small glint of joy at Harry's reaction.
"Well?" Harry asked, as he was certain Malfoy knew very well what Harry had been asking.
"Alright." Malfoy simply replied and tilted his head back, letting it softly fall against the wall behind him.
Harry simply stood there, watching at Malfoy, before turning to look back at the Gryffindors, some of them were still watching and Harry was so irritated he felt like throwing an insult at them but managed to keep his mouth shut. He turned back to Malfoy and asked,
"When are you ready to start working?"
Malfoy shrugged and said, "Whenever is fine for me. How about tonight?"
Harry nodded, "Yes. But this time I'll work very hard, and I can plan everything."
Malfoy pursed his lips and nodded once before saying, "Alright. If I don't like your plans then I'll make new ones. So… where do we meet?"
Harry smiled, "Room of Requirement at eleven?"
He watched as Malfoy's face seemed to blanch slightly, so it must mean Malfoy was thinking about the last time too, right?
Malfoy muttered, "Sure."
*****
Malfoy was already waiting when Harry came to meet him at eleven. Harry was fully dressed in suitable clothing for the cold night air. Malfoy was once again dressed in his night clothes and although Harry liked to see him that way, he was still disappointed in himself for not having told Malfoy to dress properly.
Harry swallowed nervously as Malfoy's eyes narrowed and started running up and down Harry's body, he asked, "Are we going out?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah but I didn't know that earlier so… but… I could come with you when you go changing. Or… I could wait in the Entrance hall."
Malfoy shrugged and already started marching towards the stairs and Harry walked side by side with him. When they were nearing the Slytherin dungeon, Malfoy said,
"I don't think you should come down there. It's better if you wait for me in the hall."
"Right." Harry answered and turned around to go back.
Malfoy returned about five minutes later dressed in a very warm and elegant looking black jacket, which had beautiful long, thin, green buttons on the front and on the pockets.
The jacket made Harry suddenly realise the winter was on its way and the autumn had gone by too fast. Malfoy's black boots were almost knee high and they looked warm and firm.
There was only a small patch of Malfoy's trousers visible between the jacket's hem and where the boots ended, and the trousers were black too. Malfoy was carrying a hat and gloves in his hands and his hair looked very white in contrast with all the black.
So beautiful, Harry thought, and couldn't think of saying anything else so he kept staring silently, until Malfoy was only a couple of steps away and asked,
"Where are we going?"
Harry stared into the steel grey eyes for a brief second before managing to say,
"I uhm… we need to go to different locations to study the star patterns and stuff, so… we need to go right to the different corners of the school grounds so we should fetch out brooms first."
Malfoy's expression turned blank, "Our brooms?"
Harry nodded, "Yes, I think we need to fly since otherwise it will take us forever to reach the places and in this weather - "
"We'll walk!" Malfoy interrupted and his expression turned into something which Harry could remember from years back; the arrogant, cool gaze.
All this was unexpected as Harry had seen new sides of Malfoy the last couple of weeks, he automatically frowned and took a firmer tone,
"It'll take us hours if we go on foot!"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes, "Then so be it."
Having said that, the Slytherin already turned and trotted towards the main door.
Harry quickly caught him and placed his hand against the door to stop the Slytherin from pulling it open, Harry said,
"Look, it's cold there! I'm telling you, we need to fly! Look at this…"
Harry pulled a map he'd sketched of the areas where he thought they were supposed to go and study the stars. Malfoy rolled his eyes and sighed but looked at the paper, which Harry now held right in front of Malfoy's eyes.
Harry said, "See that? See how far the first dot is? Are you telling me you want to walk there?"
Malfoy pushed the paper away so he could glare at Harry, "Damn right that's exactly what I'm saying."
He pushed Harry's hand away from the door and pulled the door open and Harry was left with no other choice but to follow him out. It was windy and Harry pulled his hat further down over his ears and shouted after Malfoy, who was strutting fast into the night,
"Malfoy! Wait! Come back!"
Malfoy shouted over his shoulder, "You can either walk with me or meet me there!"
Harry ran after him and grabbed him by the arm, and Malfoy hissed in annoyance as he turned to frown at Harry. Harry said with a less aggressive voice,
"Do you even know where it is?"
Malfoy wasn't pulling his arm out of Harry's grip; he didn't shout but was clearly annoyed, "Of course I do."
Harry still didn't let go, the wind was howling and it was dark, the clouds were currently moving to cover the moon and making the night even darker.
Harry asked, "What's wrong with flying?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes coldly, "Everything, absolutely everything. Now, let me go or come with me."
Harry let his arm free and said, "I'll go and fetch my broom anyway, wait for me here."
Malfoy muttered, "You can catch me if you find me." The Slytherin turned and started pacing towards the end of the forest which was looming far ahead.
Harry quickly turned and ran back inside, all the way to the broom closet, grabbed his broom and ran all the way back outside, not even caring if anyone would wake up because of his stomping.
Malfoy was nowhere in sight. "Damn!" He muttered loudly and mounted his broom.
The wind had soothed down a bit but flying felt really cold and Harry struggled to keep his broom steady as he tried to perform some of the easiest warming spells around his face. It was very dark as there was no snow yet. The ground and the forest underneath him looked so black he could barely tell the shapes of the trees.
He felt irritated because of the way Malfoy had been acting, and Harry had no idea what had led to that. Malfoy had been so different these last couple of weeks, most of his expressions and tones were completely new to Harry but he had enjoyed them because he had thought they were easier to read than those harder, colder expressions Harry used to receive and what he'd received just now.
He couldn't tell if Malfoy was in the forest underneath him or not, no matter how hard he tried to analyse the darkness, searching for some movement or a sound. He hadn't really thought about it before but someone had tried to kill Malfoy, and there was no telling if he was someone's number one target, so it was possible Harry had just made big mistake by letting Malfoy go out alone.
He clenched his jaw as he became even more nervous. What if someone had already attacked Malfoy? It would surely be Harry's fault, and what was Harry supposed to do then? Should he return back to the castle and ask for help or what?
*****
Draco glanced at the sky, the clouds had become even darker shade of grey and they looked like it might start snowing any minute now. Great, Draco thought and took another couple of steps before stopping and listening to the quiet forest around him.
It was too quiet, and that made him nervous. Had he done a mistake by assuming Potter would come after him? He had not even once thought Potter might abandon him here. There was no way Potter could do that, or was there?
He glanced at the darkness surrounding him. Even the trees looked unfamiliar, reaching out their thin arms and long fingers in the most absurd haunting positions, towards the sky and towards Draco too. He shuddered and took a couple of hesitant steps but there was another fallen tree trunk on his way so he had to go around it.
He had faced so many obstacles in his route that he had no idea if he'd manage to keep his original course, and if he couldn't, then it would be harder for Potter to find him when he came after Draco.
He would come after Draco, he had to; there was no way Potter would leave him here alone. Even the thought made Draco make a worried face.
Draco had been all too open towards Potter lately. Now that he felt better and stronger, he couldn't even understand how he had been feeling so broken he had actually admitted to Potter he was lonely. After what they'd done in the Room of Requirement, Draco had been feeling very good in comparison to what he'd been feeling before that.
Now he felt like he would be able to somehow put his life back together, even if he didn't have his parents, money, or anything else he needed and missed – he would still do it, he would build himself a new life and stop grieving after everything he'd lost. But he needed to stay in contact with Potter. Potter was what had given him this new energy. Potter made him feel alive.
There was absolutely no reason to admit to Potter that he hadn't flown even once after the fiendfyre day. He tried his best not to think about it at all, but every time he so much as saw a lit fireplace or an innocent broom, he got the shivers and felt uncomfortable.
There was no way he would ever fly again, and he had accepted it. He had been forced to give up a lot this year, flying was just one of those things, he would have to learn to cope with the fact and he would tell no-one. Potter didn't need to know, Draco didn't want to share more of himself than what he already had.
He thought he might be seeing a clearing ahead so he started walking faster towards it. Surely Potter would find him easier from there.
*****
Draco's feet were numb with the coldness. He couldn't understand why Potter hadn't come yet. Had something happened to Potter? Was Potter mad at him and wouldn't come? Did Potter really think Draco might walk to their destination – it was miles away!
Draco stared at the sky above him and just then it started snowing. He shivered with cold and felt like shouting Potter's name but bit his lip to stop himself. There was no way he would start acting all pathetic now. Potter would come sooner or later.
He glanced at the forest around him, he hated it; it was too dark, too quiet and suspicious. What if someone came after Draco? He had been too occupied with the overall scariness of the forest; along with constantly hoping Potter would come already, he hadn't really thought that someone might attack him.
Oh no, now he really missed Potter, why didn't the Gryffindor just show up? He wished Potter would come right now, hug him, save him, take him to the Gryffindor tower and under some warm blanket, and Potter would strip them both down and say all kinds of thing, like how sorry he was for not coming sooner and…
He took another glance around him before shifting his gaze towards the skies, the snowflakes landed on his face and melted. He pursed his lips and muttered, "You have to come for me. You have to - "
He stopped in the middle of the sentence as he thought he heard something. He listened carefully, trying to ignore the snowflakes. He was certain he had heard something, a voice perhaps, or was it just his own imagination?
He stared at the sky and blinked. Then he heard it again but now it was much clearer, it was a voice, and it was a familiar tone too saying, "Malfoy!"
He raised his wand in the air and muttered 'lumos' and it took perhaps less than a minute for Potter to land his broom right in front of Draco. Potter's cheeks were red with the cold, and his tone was sharp, "Let's go."
Potter was angry. Potter wouldn't take him to Gryffindor tower, strip them and all that…
"I'm not flying!" Draco snapped.
Potter narrowed his eyes, "What the hell, Malfoy? I've been searching for you like half an hour at least! Why are you here anyway? This is nowhere near the direction you were supposed to be going!"
"Well I'm sorry your highness," Draco drawled, "it's a bit difficult for orienteering when there's only darkness around, no landmarks, and not even starts visible!"
"Stop talking to me like that!" Potter shouted. Why was Potter that angry? He should be relieved he had found Draco!
Draco didn't say anything, he was so disappointed in Potter's reaction. All he wanted was Potter to stop talking about flying, why couldn't he just tell Draco he'd been worried about him.
Potter wasn't wearing any hat and the snowflakes were dropping into his dark, dishevelled hair. Draco felt like brushing them away but took a calming breath and asked, "Where's your hat?"
The Gryffindor's expression softened a little, "The wind stole it."
Draco felt sorry for his poor ears, "Aren't you cold?"
Potter shrugged a little, "I've done a lot of warming spells so it's not that bad."
Draco didn't say anything; he simply looked into Potter's eyes. It was too dark to really see the colour right now, at least the irritation was still glimmering in them but it was getting a bit softer.
"Why can't we walk?" Draco asked with a casual, almost friendly tone.
"We'd get lost in a minute, and you know that. Why don't you want to fly?" Potter asked back.
Draco shrugged, trying to make the manner seem ignorant enough to hide the sensitiveness of the topic, he said, "Simple; I don't like flying anymore and I prefer walking."
Potter frowned, "Why would you say that? I know that's not true. What's the real reason?"
Draco clenched his jaw but wasn't irritated because Potter was digging the matter; he was almost pleased Potter thought he knew Draco so well he could accuse Draco of lying.
"That is the real reason, Potter." Draco said with a firm tone. He added, "I simply don't like flying anymore, believe it or not."
Potter looked at him intensively, reading his eyes, trying to find whatever Draco was hiding and Draco let him stare like that. Keep on digging Potter, that is the truth, he thought.
"Why don't you like flying then?" Potter demanded but his voice was friendly, although a bit sceptical.
Draco shrugged. He didn't have any good lie ready for that question, and also Potter might see when he was lying if he kept staring like that.
"I want to know, so tell me. Tell me now, otherwise we'll stay here until you told me." Potter said. That was a threat; Draco thought and narrowed his eyes at Potter.
All of a sudden there was a sound of a branch snapping and both boys turned to stare into the dark forest. Draco didn't know they were standing so close until he could hear Potter swallow. Nothing could be seen in the darkness, and it was all quiet now as both of them stared and probably were holding their breaths too.
"We need to go, now!" Potter whispered firmly and Draco could almost feel the breath on his skin.
Draco nodded in agreement although he really didn't want to fly.
He made a pained face as he had no other choice but to sit behind Potter on the broom and wrap his arms around the boy. Draco held his breath, and wished he was anywhere else. He was scared, nervous and uncomfortable. He hated brooms!
He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Potter tighter as they took off. Draco pressed his face on Potter's jacket, in the back of the Gryffindor's neck. He tried not to think about the last time he'd been on a broom but it was impossible as everything reminded him so much of it. He was with Potter, he felt like his life depended on Potter, he could imagine the flames trying to reach Draco and he took a deep breath. He tried not to think of the smoke, or how close he'd been to death, and how none other than Harry Potter himself had saved Draco despite all the animosity between them.
Potter was like a guardian Angel, Draco thought and calmed down a bit. He was so close to Potter but this time they had so much clothing, he couldn't feel Potter's muscles working underneath his palms. He hesitantly let his right arm go and brought it closer to his face so he could sink his teeth into his glove and pull it off. He let the glove drop somewhere far underneath them and fought his way through Potter's clothing to get his hand underneath the fabrics.
Potter was startled by the cold fingers and for a moment Draco was afraid he might lose all control of the broom but he didn't so Draco wrapped his cold fingers tightly on Potter's warm skin. He could feel the muscles now, the warmth felt so nice on his fingers and he had to repeat these actions to his left hand too.
This time Potter was expecting the hand and shivered only a little as Draco kneaded the skin in delight. He closed his eyes again and buried his face deeper into Potter's back and let his fingers stroke the wonderful skin.
He really liked Potter.
Not just Potter's body; and how the Gryffindor made him feel like he was alive, but he really liked Potter, everything about him. He felt glad right now. Potter had come for him, Potter had rescued him, and Draco's pride didn't flinch at that, he was only happy. He could stay here for a long while, and he felt like telling Potter how much he liked him but of course he didn't, and he never would because there was no way Potter would ever feel the same about Draco.
Eventually they landed near the castle and Draco pulled his hands away. This was the moment he was supposed to feel guilt and be ashamed he had let his feelings take the lead and ignore whatever Potter might think of his behaviour.
Potter looked at him strangely and muttered, "I think… I need to plan everything again if you don't want to fly."
Draco felt sorry for being such a disappointment to Potter, he said, "I could… I could do the planning or…" He sighed and muttered, "Or I could maybe… fly with you."
Potter blinked a couple of times, and all he asked was, "Really?"
Draco nodded hesitantly. It hadn't been awful at all, he would sink his fingertips in Potter's skin the next time they went flying and it would be alright. Potter was a perfect distraction from the awful memories of the past.
The Gryffindor said, "Well… I guess that's alright. I'd still like to know why you don't like flying. Do you think you might be willing to tell me?"
Potter was clearly trying to be very friendly and Draco wanted to be nice back, but he didn't think he'd be able to explain Potter how much the fiendfyre had haunted him in his memories. He sighed and replied,
"You're too curious, Potter." But Potter didn't look angry at all so Draco gave him a curt smile and added, "Maybe I'll tell you someday. Maybe I'll even tell you the next time we try to start working with the assignment."
Potter didn't say anything at first but then muttered, "Alright. Shall we give it another try tomorrow evening?"
Draco was disappointed Potter wasn't smiling, so he tried to smile a little, to coax Potter into one too but Potter wasn't fooled. Draco said, "Sure."
They didn't even discuss the details of when and where, and they parted their ways after goodnight wishes. Draco thought he could get used to this. Being friendly with Potter although it was clear to him his own feelings were nothing like friendship. He wanted Potter, he had wanted him for a long time now, and now he knew he also liked him, really, seriously liked him.
After a long, warm shower he wrapped himself inside a blanket and tried to force the sleep to come but it wouldn't. He missed Potter already now, and couldn't stop thinking how nice Potter's skin had felt under his fingertips; he wanted that again, he wanted more than that.
He wanted to stomp right into Potter's bedroom and kiss him and fuck him senseless, fuck him hard until one or both of them lost their consciousness.
He touched himself, but it felt all wrong. He wanted Potter to do that, and he wanted to tie Potter down again, not give him any chance to escape. Draco wanted to feel like he'd felt once or twice before, like Potter was all his, like he owned Potter.
This was unbearable. Wanting Potter would lead him to lose his mind if he didn't get Potter all to himself.
He couldn't take it anymore. He searched for his black, warm robe and marched out of the dungeon, not even caring if anyone saw him. Nothing else mattered anymore, only Potter mattered.
The Gryffindors hadn't even bothered to change their password; that only meant Draco could've come to Potter any night, any time he wanted.
He walked right through the rooms and up the small staircase until he found the door which said 'Potter, Weasley' and entered the room.
Shit, everything looked just the same as that one night. The only light was the faint moonlight somewhere behind the snowing clouds.
He walked over to Potter's bed and pulled the curtain open. Potter turned his head and opened his eyes. FUCK!
Draco stared at Potter in shock. He hadn't expected him to be still awake.
"Hi" Potter said quietly. Draco was too dumbfounded to answer so he simply stared, waiting for Potter to tell him to get lost.
"Are you going to stand there or would you like to come in?" Potter asked and gave a hesitant smile.
Draco blinked a couple of times before he managed to force himself inside Potter's bed and pulled the curtain shut. Draco felt like an intruder, suddenly he was once again feeling like 'Why did I come? Why couldn't I simply stay in my own bed?'.
He knew he should say something so he said, "I just… I wondered…"
He couldn't think of anything but then he remembered what had kept him awake the previous night and asked,
"Are you regretting the uhm… what we did in the Room of Requirement the other night?"
He had been thinking that a lot since then because they hadn't talked about it, and Draco had no idea if they were ever to repeat the events again. He had absolutely no idea what Potter thought about things and he was too proud or too scared (he couldn't decide which) to ask Potter.
He feared of rejection more than anything. He'd rather pine after Potter forever than tell him how much he liked him if he wasn't sure Potter felt the same way. He wanted to be in control of things. That's why he had liked to tie Potter up too; it had made him feel more powerful.
"No, definitely not. Why? Are you?" Potter asked, his pose was all relaxed, and this time he was wearing his night shirt unlike last time Draco was here.
"No, I'm not." Draco said quietly. God, he couldn't live like this, he needed things from Potter, so he forced himself to say,
"I just… I thought you might because you haven't said anything about it."
Potter shook his head a little and muttered, "I'm not regretting it. I guess I assumed you didn't want to talk about it."
Draco was quiet for a brief moment before saying, "Oh."
Where were all his witty words now that he needed them? He couldn't think of anything smart to say. This would've been the perfect timing for some serious flirting but he couldn't think of anything.
"You couldn't sleep because you were wondering that?" Potter asked.
Should Draco say that was the case? Was that an admission of some sort? Should he deny it?
"Maybe. Also I was too cold to fall asleep." That was an excuse although it was true too.
Potter's eyes were going up and down Draco's clothing and Draco swallowed, he was nervous. He had no good excuse for being in Potter's bed, and Potter knew that too.
"It's a lot warmer in here than in the dungeons, I guess." Potter muttered. When Draco couldn't think of anything to say, Potter continued, "You could sleep here, if you want to."
Draco's eyebrows got up a little. He bit his lip briefly but couldn't say 'yes' although he really wanted to.
Although Harry had learned to read some of Malfoy's expressions, right now he didn't know what was going on inside the white haired head. Malfoy was too quiet, and while Harry tried to stay calm, he was slowly getting nervous nevertheless.
He did the last thing he could think of; he pushed his blanket off a bit and tapped the space that came to view from under the blanket. Malfoy stared at him, either hesitant or bewildered, Harry didn't know which but then the Slytherin did lie down and Harry pulled the blanket over them both.
They were silent until Harry turned to his side to look at Malfoy's face. Harry sighed but it was nothing to do with relief or anything, he was simply happy that he had a big crush on Draco Malfoy and the Slytherin was there in his bed.
He tried to keep a cool face as he thought about what Ron would say if he knew. He would tell Ron something, sooner or later, but not until he had reached some certain point with Malfoy – some steady point, no matter what it was, as long as it was something which wouldn't balance between the old animosity and all the new stuff that had been going on.
Malfoy was staring at the canopy with an unreadable face so Harry asked, "Do you miss your parents?"
Malfoy frowned just a little bit but his voice wasn't hostile at all, "Of course I do."
Well of course he did, Harry thought, he simply felt like asking anyway. Harry knew perfectly well Malfoy didn't want to talk about flying but he was too curious, so he said,
"I'd really like to know why you don't like flying anymore."
Malfoy snorted and didn't turn to look at Harry but Harry didn't give up, he asked,
"Why can't you just tell me? I won't ask about it again if you tell me."
Malfoy sighed and turned to look at Harry, the night dark grey eyes were reading Harry's eyes and then running along Harry's facial features. Malfoy muttered,
"I knew you'd never let it go. Fine, I'll tell you. I just don't like talking about it, okay?"
Harry nodded and smiled a little, trying to be encouraging.
Malfoy said, "The thing is, I don't even have my own broom anymore…"
Harry frowned and had to cut off, "Why's that?"
Malfoy shrugged and answered, "I knew I would never fly again, not out of my own free will anyway…"
He gave a little glare to Harry and Harry smiled, and Malfoy continued, "So I sold my broom back in the summer."
Harry raised his eyebrows a little, "You sold your broom? But why don't you like flying anymore? I find it difficult to believe since I know you've loved flying."
Malfoy stared at Harry for a moment before muttering, "I uhm… I really hate telling you this. Do you remember the last time I was on a broom with you, Potter?"
Malfoy's voice got a little harder tone in the end of his sentence. Harry began to roll back his memories of Malfoy…hmm… last time Malfoy was on a broom with Harry? They'd been on the same broom only once before. Harry felt like slapping himself, the answer seemed so obvious now.
"Oh, right." He mumbled.
"Yes. I haven't flown ever since that day. Not before tonight at least." Malfoy said and turned his gaze back to canopy.
Harry wanted to ask some more questions but decided now that Malfoy had answered, he shouldn't press him more about it right now.
Harry sighed and muttered, "Alright. Was it… horrible tonight then?"
Malfoy's head snapped back fast to look at Harry, the boy frowned a little. That made Harry think Malfoy had possibly assumed Harry would ask something else.
The blond haired boy replied, "It wasn't that bad. If it was then I wouldn't have said I'm willing to do it again, right?"
Harry looked him in the eyes and smiled, "Yes, I guess so."
Malfoy didn't smile but was watching Harry's lips before shifting his gaze back in Harry's eyes.
Harry bit his lip, he really felt like kissing Malfoy but he didn't have enough courage. Malfoy was so beautiful, he felt like saying that too but didn't. The only thing he had the necessary courage to do was to slowly place his hand on Malfoy's hair.
The Slytherin twitched a little but didn't say anything so Harry started stroking his hair, admiring its white colour, and sweet softness. He looked at his fingers and the hair and swallowed before forcing his gaze to meet Malfoy's, he was prepared for some nasty comment.
It didn't come, Malfoy simply stared at him and Harry felt really strange all of a sudden. He felt like adrenaline had started running through his veins, and he felt aroused and he really wanted to kiss Malfoy, and touch him.
He opened his lips a little to ask if he was allowed to kiss the boy or not, but instead of asking, he suddenly leaned forward and placed his lips on Malfoy's. He realised at once Malfoy had been expecting that because Malfoy was kissing him back, and very obediently opening his mouth so Harry could push his tongue in.
Harry let his tongue press against Malfoy's and although he wanted to keep the kiss gentle, he didn't manage with that because he felt suddenly very hungry, and wanted some more. So he sucked Malfoy's tongue greedily and moaned in the back of his throat, as the arousal seemed to hit him harder now, like it had been invisible and now it had pulled the invisibility cloak off and was so strong Harry knew there was no way the feeling could be ignored.
He wanted Malfoy, and he also liked him very much, there was no question about it. Harry took a deep breath through his nose and bit Malfoy's lower lip and bit. Malfoy's lips were perfect, their touch was so soft somehow, Harry had never thought a boy could have such soft lips, and at the same time they were needy and forcing Harry to give more and more.
Malfoy's tongue made him think about sex, he couldn't help himself. He really needed to tell Malfoy how he felt about him, if he didn't do it now, he probably wouldn't have enough courage to do it later.
Harry pulled away a little, gently, and muttered, "I like you"
He couldn't hear his own voice though because all he heard was Malfoy's voice. Harry's eyes flew open and so did Malfoy's. Harry asked bewildered,
"You do?"
Malfoy's eyes looked so beautiful even in darkness; Malfoy said quietly, "Yes, I do."
Harry smiled suddenly but attacked Malfoy with another kiss, a bit gentler this time. He wanted to learn everything about Malfoy's mouth, he wanted to learn everything there was to know about Malfoy. He pulled away enough to ask,
"Do you really like me as a person?"
Malfoy panted a little and muttered, "Definitely."
Harry asked, "How much?" He didn't bother to open his eyes and brushed Malfoy's lips with his even as Malfoy whispered, "A lot."
He hummed with pleasure and kissed Malfoy again but only shortly because he needed to ask,
"What are we going to do about this?"
He could feel Malfoy shrug and Harry stroked his hair a bit, still not opening his eyes and Malfoy asked,
"What would you like to do about it?"
Harry shrugged too and muttered into Malfoy's lips, "Whatever you want is fine with me."
Malfoy smiled against his lips and said with a seductive tone, "Really? You're going to take that back when I tell what I want."
Harry smiled too and licked Malfoy's lips, "Yeah? Tell me."
Malfoy wrapped both of his arms around Harry's neck and took a deep breath, "I want you all to myself."
Harry pulled back a little and opened his eyes; Malfoy opened his seemingly reluctantly,
"Uh, alright, and what does that mean?" He watched Malfoy in the eyes and Malfoy shrugged again before muttering,
"I don't know. What do you think it means? I want you, I want to have you, I want you to be mine."
Harry frowned a little, "In a way that makes sense but don't you think that's a bit possessive?"
Harry could see how Malfoy's expression grew cooler and he almost regretted saying anything, Malfoy muttered, "If that's not what you want then…"
Harry kissed Malfoy again because he didn't know what to say. Malfoy responded a bit stiffly but grew warmer as Harry just kept on kissing, not even thinking about stopping. When Harry pulled back, he said,
"Does that mean you want to date me?"
Malfoy snorted, "Dating is something I would only do if I needed to get a pureblood witch to marry me. Dating is pretentious. No, I don't want to date you, Potter, I want you, all of you. And I definitely won't share you with anyone else. I want you to only think about me, and only be with me, and not even think about anything else ever,"
Harry had never heard anyone say anything like that and it worried him a little, he said,
"Malfoy, don't you honestly think that's a bit over possessive? It sounds that way to me."
Malfoy frowned and didn't say anything for a moment; but he didn't let his grip around Harry's neck loosen a bit. Finally Malfoy clenched his jaw and he said in between his teeth,
"That's my offer. Take it or leave it."
Harry sighed but didn't shift his gaze from Malfoy eyes, instead he said calmly, "There's no reason for you to feel upset. I didn't say no, I only asked your opinion."
Malfoy gritted his teeth a little but the frown soothed away.
Harry said, "I've never heard anyone say something like that. So excuse me if I'm a bit confused."
The tight arms around Harry's neck made him think about how Malfoy had tied him down. Was Malfoy all about controlling people? Is that it?
Harry asked, "Don't get angry with me now, but I need to ask you something."
Malfoy didn't say anything, simply stared and his eyes were a little cold. Harry sighed and wondered what he'd gotten himself into, he asked,
"Could it be possible that you're a bit dominant? You like to be in control a lot, right?"
Malfoy shrugged but Harry could see how the expression cooled down all the time. Harry didn't panic though; he knew there was something he needed to dig in, in order to know who Draco Malfoy really was. Harry said,
"I was thinking that because I know for a fact that you enjoyed tying me down. You did, right?"
Malfoy nodded hesitantly and Harry smiled a little, he didn't want Malfoy to hide away his thoughts, he needed the Slytherin to answer. Harry gave a small grin and asked,
"Did that turn you on?"
Malfoy frowned a little but said, "Yes. It did. What are you aiming at?"
Harry took a deep breath and decided he could take anything Draco Malfoy ever put him through. He leaned in and kissed the Slytherin again, he got to coax the boy a while until he melted and moaned, his tongue sliding against Harry's.
Harry moaned too and grabbed Malfoy's hair firmly; he tilted Malfoy's head back a little, and thought he might like that too - to be forceful, to be in control.
But maybe it suited Malfoy better after all. He pulled back and asked,
"How would you feel if I was like that too? If I'd be in control over you some time?"
Malfoy smiled a little suddenly and said, "Why Potter, I had no idea you're a control freak. What do you want to do then? Tie me down and fuck me senseless?"
Harry's eyes widened a little, Malfoy's voice made his arousal inform of its existence.
"Oh, I… really? Could I do that?" Harry felt dizzy with the idea.
Malfoy lifted his left eyebrow and let his lips curve upwards again, "There isn't anything you can't do if you're mine and I'm yours."
Harry thought about that, eventually he said, "Alright. Fine. I'll be yours and you'll be mine. What does that mean? Are you my boyfriend now?"
Malfoy crunched his nose a little in distaste and said, "I never thought about relationships or boyfriends but if it means that, then yes, you can be my boyfriend, although it sounds very strange."
Harry shrugged, "I think it sounds pretty… normal. That's what people are if they are together, right?"
Malfoy blinked a couple of times and said, "I don't think it's anything close to normal if you and I are together."
Harry frowned, "You don't?"
Malfoy shook his head, "No! We're far too unique to be anything ordinary. We're a lot more than that. We're special."
Harry sighed in relief, "Oh, right, that might be true. By the way, if you stay here, Ron might see you in the morning. Is that okay with you?"
Malfoy nodded promptly, "Yes. I don't mind if everyone knows since we're going to be together a long time."
Harry smiled, "We are?"
Malfoy frowned a little, "Of course we are. We're going to be the best couple ever. Although I hate the word 'couple', we need to find some better vocabulary to describe this."
Harry was far to dizzy to start thinking further, so he kissed Malfoy again and started opening up Malfoy's robe and then the buttons on his night shirt. Malfoy twitched and made a hesitant noise in the back of his throat, as Harry placed his palm on Malfoy's chest.
Harry loved the warm, soft skin and let his hand run up and down. He pulled away from the kiss just to move lower, and placed his lips on Malfoy's neck, kissed him softly and then a bit harder until Malfoy hissed.
Then he kissed Malfoy's collar bones and down he went, to his nipples. He licked them and trailed kisses all the way down the scar to his navel. He bit Malfoy's skin just a little, to make Malfoy's hands grab Harry's hair in surprise.
All of a sudden Malfoy said, "You know what?"
"Mmmh?" Harry mumbled as he was kissing Malfoy's hip bones, admiring them, their colour and shape, and the way the skin felt under his tongue.
"I really need to be on top." Malfoy said and pulled Harry's head up. Harry raised his head obediently and looked Malfoy in the eyes, "What? No, I want to be on top."
Malfoy shook his head and sat up, forcing Harry to move, and the Slytherin attacked him mercilessly, pushing Harry on his back with force. Malfoy sank his teeth in Harry's neck and Harry moaned as Malfoy bit deeper, and sucked the skin.
"You're leaving marks" Harry grunted as the teeth seemed to go only deeper.
"Good." Malfoy muttered while moving his teeth into another spot and sinking them in again.
It hurt but in a nice way, Harry thought, whined a little and muttered, "You're a control freak, Malfoy."
Malfoy's fingers were all over Harry's hair as the boy tilted Harry's head in another position so he could get his teeth further back in Harry's neck, Malfoy said, "Well I'm glad we sorted that out."
Harry moaned. His whole body became oversensitive, the blood was rushing from one place to another, and up to his head, the adrenaline almost make him shake.
He asked, "What are you exactly doing?"
"Eating you alive" Malfoy whispered and attacked Harry's neck with force. Harry yelped and automatically grabbed a hold of Malfoy's arm, trying to slow him down but Malfoy pushed his hand away and bit harder.
Harry didn't know whether he should fight back or give in, he sort of liked the feeling but he also wanted everything to be a bit gentler.
Malfoy lifted his head a little and looked at Harry. Harry blinked as he saw it, the wild glimmer in Malfoy's eyes, he asked, "Could you calm down a bit?"
Malfoy smiled, "No, I want you to fight back."
Harry frowned, "Really? Why?"
Malfoy grinned, "Maybe that turns me on."
Harry liked Malfoy's expression and bit his lip, "Alright. Let's fight then."
Malfoy's grin turned into a laugh as he grabbed Harry's head harder and began to bite again. Harry growled and placed his hands in Malfoy's chest to push the boy away but it was no use as Malfoy's arm was tightly around Harry's neck, and he kept pulling Harry's hand free every time Harry managed to try to push him away.
Harry could barely breathe but he didn't mind. He could feel the adrenaline just increase his hard-on, as Malfoy began to grind against him. Harry moaned and really wanted to give up with the fighting, and just surrender, let Malfoy bite him into pieces.
He struggled a little more and moaned as everything was too intense, his body was getting oversensitive and he gave up, and let Malfoy moan in between the bites which now turned into calmer kisses and soft licks.
Harry shuddered at that too, because his skin was too spent and as Malfoy gently blew into the saliva wetted skin, cold shivers ran down Harry's back and he whispered,
"I have absolutely no idea what you're doing to me but I like that."
Malfoy lifted his head up and looked at Harry with a dreamy look, his lips were incredibly swollen, and the boy said, "Good."
Harry quickly asked before the boy could continue playing around, "Why does it feel like this?"
Malfoy smiled, "How does it feel?"
Harry answered softly, "Like I'm filled with adrenaline."
"Because you are," Malfoy muttered and Harry loved his soft tone, Harry was so hard he really wanted do something else too, Malfoy continued, "Even though you're not realising it, you're body responds to me because it thinks you're under an attack, and actually it is, so that's where the adrenaline comes from. Also what I'm doing to your neck forces your blood rush with more force into your head, and these two combined makes your senses wake up to their fullest. Do you want me to stop?"
Harry braced himself for a new attack even though he thought he couldn't take it anymore but still he wanted it and said, "I want more."
Just as the words left from Harry's lips, Malfoy had already turned Harry's head so that he could sink his teeth in the back of his neck and Harry's whole body was so oversensitive, he shook with the pain and adrenaline rush that seemed more powerful now than before.
Malfoy was holding him down so tightly, it didn't matter although he thought his body might explode into pieces.
He whined desperately behind his clenched teeth because the feeling was so strong he didn't know if he could take it, he could almost hear silent clicking sounds as his head seemed to fill with more emotions than he thought possible.
He had to struggle back, he had to, he had no other option because he couldn't take it anymore so he writhed helplessly and Malfoy held him down tighter. Malfoy moaned and Harry couldn't take it, he panted, "Fuck me."
Malfoy's head snapped up, "What?"
"Fuck me." Harry muttered, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably in Malfoy's tight embrace.
Malfoy smiled with a hazy expression, "You sure? Have you even been with anyone?"
Harry shook his head, "No but yes, I'm certain. Let's do it."
Malfoy made a soft sound in the back of his throat and muttered, "Turn around."
He got up just enough to let Harry turn around, it was difficult to move because all of Harry's muscles seemed to be shaking and clenching on their own accord, so Draco pushed him forcefully down, and right now Harry loved it.
With a couple of hasty spells Draco had managed to not only make their clothes disappear but also make all the other spells and was now licking and kissing Harry's back, kissing Harry's arse and biting that too.
Harry whined with pleasure and Malfoy climbed up along Harry's body, groping it both violently and softly, and kissing and licking until he reached Harry's oversensitive neck. All Malfoy did was lick the back of Harry's neck and blow on the sore skin, and Harry's body began to tremble.
He moaned, "Please just fuck me."
"Shh, don't be impatient, I want to do this right." Malfoy muttered and every syllable seemed to drill Harry's used skin, making him moan and he hid his face on the pillow underneath him so he could moan in peace without feeling ashamed.
Malfoy kept licking and blowing on his skin, as his fingers were one again finding their way inside Harry.
DEAR LORD, Harry thought and possibly also shouted the words against the pillow as the amount of physical pleasure took a whole new level suddenly. And that was just Malfoy's fingers, he thought exhaustedly. He couldn't help his poor body which was shaking under Malfoy's soft caresses that felt like lightning strikes on his sensitive skin.
Malfoy laughed softly and bit Harry's shoulder gently, just pressing the teeth deep inside the skin but not closing them around it.
"Fuck me!" Harry shouted inside the pillow, his skin was too sensitive, and his emotions were huge and rushing wildly inside him, he was ready to beg for it.
Malfoy laughed again and asked, "You really sure? It might hu - "
"YES! Yes, I'm fucking sure so just fucking do it! Do you want me to beg? I'll do it too, just please, please…" Harry shouted and it turned into a whine.
Malfoy laughed again and Harry really liked hearing his voice like that. The Slytherin seemed to obey nicely and Harry clenched his jaw as he couldn't decide whether he liked the new pain or not.
Malfoy was being extremely gentle, pushing in so slowly Harry could get used to it. It didn't feel anything like Harry had thought it would. Harry had thought it would hurt like hell but instead the uncomfortable feeling mixed so nicely into the overall adrenaline rushes, he enjoyed it more than he thought possible.
He moaned loudly, and Malfoy of course asked softly, "Am I hurting you?"
"No, no, it's good." Harry muttered and tried to relax as his body kept twitching on its own accord as all the sensitive, abused nerves sent shocks through his body and into his brain.
Malfoy moved ever so gently, nicely and began licking and kissing Harry's neck again.
Harry was gasping for breath before hiding his head in the pillow again so he could moan as loudly as he wanted to. Then he turned his head just enough to mutter panting,
"Harder."
Malfoy moaned and bit his shoulder as he began to pound in Harry with such force Harry thought his brain would go permanently into some foreign lusty mood.
"Oh God" He moaned against the pillow and forced his hand between the sheet and his sweaty, shaky body. He could only wrap his fist around his cock but couldn't move it but that was enough. He thought he'd come any moment now. Malfoy was slamming into him and apparently hitting some really nice place inside him because the pleasure sent great waves inside his head.
"Aaaaaah, that's amazing." He hissed and moaned loudly, not even caring if the whole fucking castle heard him. Malfoy made some soft, lusty noises in the back of his throat and Harry couldn't bother feeling ashamed he was already in the brink of coming.
"AH, I'm coming." He muttered and tried to rub his cock, as the pleasure shot inside his head.
"Yeah? Come for me, baby…" Malfoy muttered with voice made of lust, and Harry knew he did it on purpose, the words ripped Harry's orgasm out with force and he shouted against the pillow.
The orgasm felt endless as Malfoy kept torturing his used body, letting Harry ride in the waves of pleasure for a small eternity. He thought he might die, he felt way too unrealistically good.
"Uh Draco…" He groaned and thought he might fall in love right now.
Malfoy was biting the back of his neck gently before muttering, sounding exhausted,
"Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," Harry said the words like they'd been already on is tongue, maybe they were.
Malfoy made a choked sound and wrapped his fingers in Harry's hair tight enough to hurt but Harry could tell the boy was coming right now so he really didn't mind. Draco held his breath as he kept slamming into Harry with fast pace before the orgasm made him freeze completely for a moment, after which he was gasping for breath and moaning.
He let his whole body weight collapse on Harry, who had to pull his hand away from his oversensitive, spent cock.
They both panted breathless until Draco muttered, "I want to… marry your arse."
Harry was too tired to laugh so he muttered, "Really?"
Draco moved his head a bit and brushed Harry's shoulder with his nose, "Definitely. I want to do a bonding spell between your arse and my cock."
Harry laughed at that and asked, "What's a bonding spell?"
Draco kissed his skin, "Nothing important. I'm too tired to talk."
"Well you're going to have to move. On the other hand Ron would get a nice wakeup call if he found us like this." Harry muttered; he was tired too, and he could feel how Draco grinned against his skin.
Malfoy muttered, "That's a great idea, Potter. Let's stay like this."
Harry smiled but muttered, "That's not a good idea. Although he'll find you here anyway. Get off of me, we need to go to sleep."
Malfoy kissed the abused skin one more time before reluctantly getting up enough to roll over and he did a quick cleaning spell before saying,
"I must be the luckiest wizard ever."
Harry turned around and looked at Draco, "Yeah?"
Draco turned his head to look into Harry's eyes and said, "I've had my cock inside the Saviour of the Wizarding world, AND, he's my boyfriend! How can anyone ever beat that? That's right, no-one can beat that."
Right after ending the sentence Draco brushed Harry's hair and added, "I like your hair."
Harry liked the tone of Malfoy's voice and got up enough to kiss him. Malfoy was so relaxed and calm; Harry climbed on top of him and loved the way their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together.
Malfoy's skin felt so warm and good. The shape of Malfoy's body felt so familiar, he suddenly blinked with confusion and said,
"You know what?"
Malfoy's eyes had a dreamy look, they were almost closed and he opened them just a little more, as he asked, "Mmm?"
Harry stared him right in the eyes and said, "Your body feels so familiar it's weird to think that… that we haven't done this before."
Malfoy's eyes opened some more and he glanced at their united bodies before looking back into Harry's eyes, "I know."
Harry let his body relax and dropped his head on Malfoy's shoulder, kissed his neck and stayed there. Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry and said with a serious voice,
"I thought about that already long ago."
"You did?" Harry asked and yawned.
"Yes. I thought about how I remember what your hipbones feel like under my palms, and that was a long time ago." Malfoy's fingers were gentle, running slowly on Harry's hair and sensitive neck.
"Mmmh" Harry mumbled, thinking he might fall asleep soon. He felt perfect.
He took a content deep breath and forced his sleepy lips to move, "Can I call you Draco?"
Malfoy sighed underneath him and pulled a blanked over them both, "Of course you can. Do I have to call you… Harry?"
Harry smiled, "You can if you want to. It would be pretty nice though, so yeah, maybe you could do that."
Malfoy's fingers were all over Harry's back, "Do I have to? I might prefer Potter."
"That's fine too. Should we put something on before we fall asleep?" Harry asked and yawned.
Draco didn't reply anything. Harry was already on the verge of falling asleep when Malfoy said,
"I like you so much."
Harry fought against the sleepiness and slurred, "I like you too."
He wasn't sure but he thought Draco muttered something, but Harry was so close to a beautiful, summer warm dream, he couldn't really make out the words, it might've been something like, "You have no idea how much I like you."
He was on a meadow and the sun was shining, it was summer and Draco was there too, wearing Slytherin Quidditch gear and they were about to start searching for the snitch...
