Thanks to Sanguiyn my wonderful beta, who not only saves me from grammatical errors, but also dresses as a super hero when she does it.
Disclaimer:
Loosely based on '10 Things I hate about you', which was based on Shakespeare's 'Taming of the Shrew'.
You all know that I don't own the Harry Potter characters (JKR does). But if I did, something like this would happen to them...
The fireplace in the Gryffindor common room held a core of pure red heat within a cage of branches. Every so often, part of the latticework collapsed and a column of sparks went shooting upwards. Draco was seated on one of the couches by the roaring fire, his mouth curled with pleasure, and his eyes planted firmly on Harry.
"How's it going?"
Draco didn't reply as Blaise sat down next to him on the couch. He seemed unable to comprehend anything that wasn't green-eyed and currently talking to Thomas and Finnigan on the other side of the room.
"Earth to Draco," Blaise said smirking, waving his hand in front of Draco's face.
"Huh?" Draco replied blankly, keeping his eyes focused on Harry while unconsciously licking his lips. He didn't even flinch when Blaise waved his hand in front of him.
"Are you drooling over Potter?" Blaise asked teasingly, giving his friend an all-knowing smile.
"No… I… was just… seeing the… Harry."
"That wasn't even a sentence." Blaise laughed out loud. "You're ogling Potter like a horny schoolgirl. No, wait! You i are /i a horny schoolgirl!"
This comment seemed to snap Draco out of his trance. He turned to Blaise with a look of pure fury on his face. "That's rich coming from you! Every time I see you, you've got your filthy hands all over Finnigan!"
"I'm not touching Seamus now," Blaise pointed out. "Don't freak out. I should have warned you that when you fall for someone, you go a little crazy."
"Crazy?" Draco hissed, being careful to keep his voice down so that Harry wouldn't hear. "I am not crazy! I'm a Malfoy; I'm perfectly sane!"
"You're going down, mate," Blaise disagreed happily, "just like the rest of us."
"I'm not going anywhere!" Draco spat. "The rest of you may be satisfied with committing to one person, but I'm not! I'm sick of having to touch that insufferable scar-faced git all the time! Frankly, I can't wait until the plan is finished and this whole horrible ordeal is over!"
"Then why haven't you started step three of the plan yet?" Blaise asked, sneering at Draco.
"It's only been two months! And you know very well that I need to romance him first," Draco snapped. "It was your fucking idea in the first place!"
"You don't need to romance him anymore, Draco," Blaise pointed out. "He's already fallen for you."
"Well, I hadn't noticed," Draco huffed.
"You're lying." Blaise's sneer took on a life of its own. It ballooned out of his mouth and swayed in the air between them, so that Draco was tempted to put up his fists to bat it away. "I think that you're postponing it, just so that you can spend some more time with him."
"How dare you accuse me of such a thing?! The only reason I spend so much time up here with him is because I have to! I can't get into my dormitory because you're always locked up in there with Finnigan! I don't have a choice!"
"Well, Seamus and I are here now, so you can go. That is, if you can bring yourself to leave Potter."
"I'll show you. I'll fuck him i right now /i , and then, tomorrow, I'll figure out a way to break up one of the Gryffindor couples," Draco declared before purposely striding towards Harry. "I'll be broken up with Harry in a week. Then we'll see who the crazy one is."
Harry was taken completely by surprise when Draco gripped him almost painfully around the waist and pulled him into a hungry kiss. Not only was the kiss sudden, but he also could feel Draco hardening rapidly against his thigh.
Harry would often feel Draco's erection pushing into him during their heavy kissing sessions, and Draco would always pull back before Harry could comment. But this time, it was different, somehow brutal. Draco wanted him to feel it.
Harry thought of the protests he should make as Draco grabbed his hand then dragged him across the common room and up the stairs to the sixth year boys' dormitory. But even as the thought came, he gasped and abandoned it, allowing Draco to throw him into the room and slam the door shut behind them.
He let his head fall back against his pillow, as Draco threw him onto his bed and pounced on him before continuing his assault on his mouth.
They had never done this before. When the two of them grew bruised and sticky with kissing, they would simply stop, hold onto each other and let time drift by unnoticeably. Today was different. Harry didn't ask why, but he silently accepted that the difference was momentous.
At first, Draco felt cold and calm, like he always did when he was about to have sex with someone. He had always blocked out the faces and sounds of the people he had sex with, only focusing on himself and the pleasure he felt. But for some reason, his ears seemed painfully over-attuned to the noises escaping from Harry's mouth.
Harry's worried moans and gasps were so quiet they were almost impossible to hear. Yet, Draco's hearing seemed to sharpen. Even though the volume of Harry's noises didn't rise, they grew louder and louder in Draco's ears, swelling as if his head was empty except for the echo of Harry's voice.
A part of his mind wanted to cling to the fact that it was Harry beneath him. And another part within him, one that was lodged somewhere deep inside his chest, didn't want Harry's voice or face to blur into nothingness. If those eyes faded or disappeared, there would be no colour anymore, and his life would turn back to meaningless grey.
Draco's eyes snapped open, locking on Harry. He watched in horror as Harry's eyes blurred in front of his own, turning into dull blotches of green.
A thought, tangled and twined in the echoes of Harry's voice, began to surface in Draco's head. He couldn't let Harry slip away. He couldn't let Harry become mute or faceless like all the others.
Harry shivered with currents of pleasure when Draco's fierce, eager motions suddenly became slow and sensual. Draco moved his hands, which had still been clamped on Harry's waist, to gently cradle Harry's face.
He began to plant soft kisses over it, and Harry closed his eyes to bask in the feeling, the kisses landing on his forehead and cheeks like feathers settling on still water.
Draco pulled back to see if the green had recovered, only to find that there was no green at all; Harry had closed his eyes.
"Harry, open your eyes." The words tumbled out of Draco's mouth before he could catch them.
They fell over Harry, the desperation in them making his heart freeze and its beat falter.
Draco sighed with relief when Harry answered his request. Colour bled out of Harry's irises, stronger and brighter than ever, lending the darkness of the dormitory a comforting greenish glow.
"Are you all right?" There was a crease between Harry's eyebrows and one corner of his mouth was bitten in.
"Yes. But I'm… thinking. We should stop."
The crease stayed. "Please don't stop. I want you to make love to me."
Draco stared down at Harry. He had never made love to anyone before. He had 'shagged', 'fucked' and 'had sex', but 'love making' was something he was quite unfamiliar with. He pulled slightly away from Harry and looked carefully into his face. Instead of saying anything, he waited, letting himself discern whatever there was to see. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he finally asked.
"Yes." Harry replied without hesitation. "Is it what i you /i want?"
Draco knew what he wanted; he wanted to make love to Harry. And the recognition made his skin burn. Beyond that, he had no idea how to sort the longings into a sequence he could give voice to.
There was still time, Draco thought wildly. Everything that had happened between them up to now – the dance, the Astronomy Tower, all the other moments they had spent in each other's presence – could be lightly dismissed or explained away; it was all part of the plan to help Blaise get Finnigan, nothing more. Draco could give a little regretful laugh or a rueful shrug, carry out the plan and step away from Harry and back into the dissemblance of his life. Realising this, he felt a beat of unhappiness slither through him.
Harry saw the sadness in Draco's eyes. He slid his hands to Draco's shoulders and drew him back against him, lifting his head to capture Draco's mouth in another kiss.
The tape of Draco's hesitation and self-admonition stopped running. It was so natural to do what they were doing, and the urgency of it amazed him.
It was a long while before their mouths moved apart again, and even then Harry held Draco firmly to his chest, as if this time he was the one afraid to lose Draco, and Draco the one blurring away into nothingness.
Draco was looking for his words. "I want to make love to you," he said at last. "But I don't want to cause you any pain. You've experienced enough of that."
Harry brushed away the hair that had fallen over Draco's eyes and explored the contours of his face, a movement that seemed to Draco to be more intimate than sex. "I never experience pain when you're around."
Harry's simple reply reverberated with trust, and that was all the persuasion Draco needed. With careful movements, he slowly began to undress Harry. Harry shifted a little, hesitant, then yielding. Their mouths met again – familiar after months of touching but wider now, and wetter – until they both felt they might slip down the other's throat and be swallowed up forever.
A minute later, it seemed, Harry's clothes had been dropped aside, and he lay back naked with one hand crooked to pillow his head. He had imagined this moment with Draco, and feeling ashamed and inadequate in such an exposed state, but now, with Draco leaning over him with a hungry look in his eyes, he understood that neither shame nor inadequacy was at issue. Nor were questions of right and wrong. This was right, and this was what he wanted.
After Draco had undressed himself, he knelt between Harry's spread knees, as naked as Harry was, his hair almost as ruffled as Harry's, and his face taut with longing and desire. Harry noticed that Draco was holding his erection with one hand as if he was afraid he might spill too soon.
"I'm going to prepare you now, Harry," Draco explained, and Harry watched intently as Draco lifted his free hand to his own mouth, put two fingers into it and began sucking on them. After a while he pulled them, glistening with saliva, from his mouth, moved his hand around to Harry's backside and slipped his fingers between the cheeks. "Relax. Otherwise it will hurt more." Then he whispered a single word, too low for Harry to understand.
"I am relaxed. I'm with you." Even as Harry spoke, he felt it sting a little bit, causing him to gasp as he felt Draco's finger prod his entrance.
Harry squirmed slightly at the first breech, but then determinedly pressed against Draco's fingers, allowing him to slowly push in past the tight band of muscle.
Skilfully, lovingly, Draco began to massage and stretch Harry, and every sigh, every whimper that he elicited from him drove his own need higher until he was sure he would explode from its sheer intensity.
Harry was completely relaxed; his eyes slipped closed in pleasure. Soft whimpers escaped his swollen lips, as he welcomed and succumbed to Draco's caresses and his body adjusted to the sensation of Draco's fingers in him.
Draco had to hold his erection with his other hand, squeezing himself tightly. If he let himself go, he was sure to orgasm, from the mere look of pure bliss on Harry's face. Yet, his restrained arousal continually throbbed, reminding him it was there. He groaned in annoyance.
Harry sensed Draco's frustration. "It's okay, Draco, I'm ready."
"Are you sure you want this?" Draco asked, looking deep into Harry's eyes. They remained solid and unfading, yet he half-feared the green would not only blur again but mutate into a different colour.
"Yes I am," Harry replied. "It's all I want." Harry's eyes seemed to brighten and strengthen at his declaration. ' i Don't move /i ', Draco silently warned them. ' i Stay frozen like that forever /i '.
Looking at Draco's face and the muscled lines of his body, Harry thought he would melt with love. With a helpless groan, Draco slowly began to push himself into him.
Draco was almost being too gentle, and without properly understanding his hunger, Harry lifted his hips, his eyes slanting with a smile, offering himself to Draco, forcefully pushing himself up into him.
Draco wholeheartedly replied to this unexpected enthusiasm, and they soon found a rhythm, moving in perfect unison. Harry's pain quickly melted into warm pleasure, as he became more relaxed and accustomed to the feeling of Draco inside of him. And then suddenly, without warning, he was pushed into total oblivion.
Draco touched something deep inside him, causing him to scream loudly. Ecstasy unfolded magnificent wings in his belly; it spread throughout his entire body, and orgasm hit him. He quaked and shivered and then shook uncontrollably, splashing pearly white strands all over their stomachs.
Above him, Draco was shuddering as well. He shouted something Harry couldn't decipher, and Harry lay motionless with his eyes wide open as Draco spent himself inside him.
Basking in the afterglow, Harry held Draco's head in his arms, strands of Draco's sweat-soaked hair caught in his mouth. From then on, whatever awaited in the future or lingered in the past, nothing would be able to take this moment from them.
His first time had been with Draco.
A tiny beat of triumph and relief and happiness began to tick in Harry's throat. He peeled Draco's hair away from his mouth and waited for Draco to come back to him.
Draco was stunned. He had only been properly inside Harry for mere seconds and yet he had felt more sexual hunger than he ever had with anyone else in his life. Just being inside Harry, having him shake beneath and stare lovingly up at him, was enough to tip him over the edge. Not only that, it had been the most intense orgasm of his life.
When he opened his eyes, he looked dazed, overcome in a way that Harry had never glimpsed in him before. Like a leaf falling, he crumpled sidewards on his back next to Harry. Harry let him collapse away, but immediately afterwards, he placed his head on Draco's shoulder and folded his arms around him.
In turn, Draco locked Harry in his arms, pinning him against him. They didn't say anything; they didn't have to. They simply lay in each other's arms, awed by the magnitude of what had just happened between them.
The dormitory became draped in a quiet stillness. It was as if the cool night air was holding its breath, not even daring to ruffle the curtains by the open window nearby, fearing that disturbing the silence would ruin the moment. The sound of voices and meaningless laughter that usually travelled from the common room up into the dormitory were not present either, almost as though the night air had suffocated them as well. The room remained encased like this for a long moment and time seemed to stretch on forever.
The unmoving air's silent tribute was eventually broken, though through no fault of its own. The curtains remained untouched and the racket from downstairs was still suppressed as a soft voice filled the room.
"I love you."
