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Chapter Fourteen
Let Me Show You

"Alright," Draco sighed, leaning back in his chair and closing his H.P Lovecraft text, pushing it aside. "Have at me, then, Potter." He gestured towards Harry who merely glared back from across the table.

"What do you mean?"

Draco rolled his eyes, stood up and lazily walked over towards Harry, who stiffened more the closer he got. Draco leaned up against the table beside him now and stared down at him coolly. "You have wanted to cut into me since the Weasel brought us up. Come on, you've never held back with me, what's stopping you now?" he prodded, but his voice was more curious than it was cruel which unnerved Harry. He realized Draco was truly concerned about what he was thinking.

Harry suddenly stood and strode towards the bookshelf, his back to Draco, who was watching him closely, calculatingly. "You spoke to me like I was a House Elf," Harry finally muttered.

"The way I said what I did...it's not how I meant it."

"Tch. I had enough of being owned at the Dursleys', thank you very much, I don't want to be ever treated like that again," Harry grumbled.

"Potter," Draco shook his head in disbelief. He pushed off the table, crossed the room to Harry and immediately snaked his arms around his middle. Harry jumped. "Harry. I was merely trying to protect what I care about. I thought we were already passed this, with the War and everything else, I thought you agreed to set aside it all for what we wanted? Each other."

Harry turned himself around, letting his arms shyly rise up around Draco's waist as well. The blond smirked down at him, his grey eyes twinkling. Harry had no idea how he hadn't seen it all the years before; how beautiful Draco really was, especially those eyes. Now he was so easily captivated by him. "I know. This is still what I want. Just try not to be so damn possessive, would you?"

"Cannot help who I am, Potter. And especially after this," Draco drawled, lifting up his right wrist pointedly, flashing Harry's initials on his skin.

"I guess it'll never be a dull moment with you, then. One minute I want to hex you to oblivion and the next, well..." Harry smirked. Draco's reaction to his words were immediate. He pushed his back up against the bookshelf, and slid his hands down to Harry's wrists, pushing them to either side of his shoulders. Draco was staring heatedly down at him, his face a mere inch away, grinning devilishly.

"You were saying, Harry? One minute you want to hex me and the next..." Draco urged in a whisper, leaning ever closer to Harry. His lips ran gently across his lips and Harry attempted to kiss him, but Draco was moving downwards, still holding his body captive against the bookshelf.

Harry was looking down at Draco through his eyelashes, his breathing becoming ragged as Draco's mouth suddenly pressed against his collarbone. Harry pressed his body forward, but in turn, was only pressed harder up against the bookshelf, his wrists being held so tightly that they were becoming numb. Draco's sudden, hardened member pressed up against his own slowly growing groin, causing him to gasp. Draco's mouth sucked on the tender skin of his collarbone, his tongue licking out every few moments. When his teeth gently bit down, Harry groaned aloud. "Draco," Harry hissed warningly.

Draco brought his lips back up to Harry's, kissing them chastely, but then leant back, smirking even wider now. "Tell me, Harry. Tell me what you want to do to me other than hex me. I want to hear it," he whispered. His tongue licked out on Harry's parted lips. The brunette tried to lunge forward to kiss him, but was still being tightly held against the bookshelf.

"Pulsus," Harry breathed. Draco's eyes went wide as he was slightly pushed back, only enough for him to release his hold on Harry. Quickly, the roles were reversed, as Harry grabbed Draco by the shoulders and threw him up against the bookshelf hard enough to bruise. Draco hissed in slight pain, but was quickly distracted when Harry's lips crashed into his own hungrily. His hands wasted no time exploring Draco, quickly finding their way under his ruffled button shirt, running his fingertips over the smooth skin.

Harry took a step back, grabbing Draco by the hand and leading him away. "Let me show you what I want to do."

Draco was grinning from ear-to-ear as Harry led him out of the library. "Are you not concerned that the Weasel-"

"Stop calling him that and frankly, no, not right now." Harry mumbled, quickly whisking Draco up to their shared bedroom. Thankfully, both Ron and Hermione were downstairs. Once inside, he slammed the door and quickly turned toward Draco. He shoved him down on his own bed and climbed on top of him, his mouth ravaging him immediately.

Draco was quick to rid Harry of his shirt, pulling it off over his head, Harry followed suit and once Draco was shirtless, he sat back a little bit and drank in the flaxen skin. Draco's hands ran down Harry's torso, causing him to shiver, his eyes becoming half-lidded. Harry leaned back over Draco, their bare chests pressed together as they kissed one another. Harry's mouth slowly trailed away from Draco's lips until they rested on the nape of his neck. The blond's hands were gripping his hips and pulling him closer as Harry suckled and licked his skin. Instinctually, Harry began to grind downward into Draco who moaned and did his best to press upwards into him. His hands ran up the length of Harry's sides till they found their way to his biceps and he flipped their positions once again. He smirked at Harry's suddenly surprised features which softened and turned into a sloppy grin.

"You just can't bear to have me on top of you, can you, Malfoy?"

"Oh no, trust me when I say I like it when you're on top of me, underneath me, beside me, whichever, Harry. It just wouldn't be us without a fight," Draco gleamed, before lowering himself back onto Harry's body. This time he kissed past his neck, his tongue and lips leaving a sticky, wet trace from Harry's collar bone all the way passed his nipples. Harry was watching him in disbelief, amazed at how good it looked and felt to have Draco Malfoy's tongue and lips all over his torso. The small pink tongue swirled around his naval a few times. He was shivering against nearly every movement, as Draco continued lowering himself. As Harry realized just what Draco was planning to do, he reached down and grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look up questioningly.

"Draco, you don't have to-" Harry began softly.

Draco smirked. "I know. But I want you to see exactly what I want to do to you that doesn't involve my wand...and then maybe you could show me in return," he finished.

Harry simpered down at him, watching unabatedly as Draco's mouth was now hovering over the obvious bulge in his trousers. He undid his belt and slipped his pants down to his knees. Harry felt himself turning red all over. He almost stopped himself to think, but Draco was quicker than his thoughts were, and his hand had suddenly worked itself into his briefs and grasped his member. Harry threw his head back, gasping loudly, and he bit his lower lip. Draco was looking up at him with both amusement and calculation. It was something entirely new for the both of them to be exploring. Draco took a deep breath, looking between Harry's toned torso and the now throbbing dick in his grip, his own twitching at the sight and feel of it. He took a deep breath and lowered his mouth onto Harry's head and began to let his tongue swirl around experimentally before pushing himself down on the other's erection.

Harry's hands became lost in Draco's hair as he tried his hardest not to thrust upward into the wet warmth, but when he glanced a look down at the boy who was slowly bobbing his head he groaned and lost himself. "Fuck, Draco," Harry hissed. Draco smirked against the invasive member and it nearly set Harry over the edge, feeling his lips curl upwards like that around his own length. Harry's reactions caused Draco to work faster, becoming more comfortable with each movement and the way Harry was beginning to uncontrollably buck his hips. It wasn't very long until Harry lost himself completely somewhere between the feeling of Draco's mouth and the way he looked devouring him; he came with Draco's name on the edge of his lips, his cum spilling into the other's awaiting mouth. Draco seized his ministrations and slowly sat up on the bed, his smirk was broader than ever when he took in Harry's exasperatedly elated form. And then Draco did something that took Harry completely by surprise. He swallowed.

With the little strength left in Harry, he pulled Draco down to the bed, flipping him onto his back and climbing over top of him. "Draco, you have no idea how bloody good-"

"Oh, I know. Even for my first time I must admit, I am simply amazing," Draco grinned.

Harry gawked momentarily. "You've never...?"

"I've never anything, Harry. What can I say, Malfoys are just incessantly good at everything we try."

Harry shook his head, chuckling lightly, "You do know you just insinuated that your-"

"Shut up, Potter. Hurry up and return the favour," Draco demanded, shoving all possible thoughts of his parents out of his head. Harry smirked and wasted no time, lowering himself down onto Draco.

XXXX

"Tea?" Hermione asked as she walked into the kitchen. Ron was seated at the table with his head in his hands looking flustered. Without a response, she started to brew a pot, preparing a cup for each of them.

Once she pushed a cup of hot tea before Ron and sat across from him, his shoulders hunched forward and he looked up from underneath his fringe. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She frowned. "It wasn't really my business to tell, Ronald. Harry said he would, when he had things a little more figured out."

"But Malfoy? How? Why?" he asked, distraught.

"Sometimes it's hard to explain who you..." Hermione trailed off, "It doesn't make any sense to Harry, either, Ron. But, er, when I saw them I could tell that, um, they were both very into one another. Perhaps Malfoy more than Harry, he seems oddly at ease with it all," she said thoughtfully.

"But Harry's gay? When in the devil did that happen? Gay with Malfoy?"

Hermione sighed, taking a sip from her tea. "I don't think Harry's gay, exactly. I think perhaps he just likes being, er, close to Malfoy."

Ron shivered and finally removed his hands from his head, wrapping them around his cup. "It's not the gay thing anyway, you know how Charlie is, it doesn't bother me. It's just that it's Malfoy. We can't trust the bugger and Harry can't most of all."

"I don't know, Ron, he seems to be helping us out an awful lot and his Dark Mark really is quite torn up, it's still not properly healed. Harry said he was pretty near death when he found him. Not to mention their Oath makes it impossible for Malfoy to put Harry in any sort of danger," Hermione reminded him quietly. She knew Ron well enough that he could be okay with this, in time, given the proper explanations.

"Yeah, but the bastard can still harm us," Ron muttered pointedly, gulping down the soothing, warm liquid.

"After what Malfoy has been through it must be extremely difficult for him to trust anybody else. You must remember it is his own family that did that to him, his Aunt. Is that what you are concerned about, him hurting us?"

Ron shrugged. "No, not really. What in hell does Harry see in him, anyway? He's a great prat."

Hermione smiled softly. "They are a lot alike. I reckon that's what made them hate each other so much. Hate and love is such a fine line, Ron," she paused, her smile twitching into a grin. "Besides, Malfoy's really not that bad looking either."

"Hermione!" Ron screeched, staring over at her with a horrified expression as she dissolved into a fit of giggles overtop the steam of her tea. "That's bloody disgusting. First him and now you, what's this world coming to?"

Calming herself down, she said seriously, "Malfoy's right, we're at war, Ron. We can't be fighting amongst ourselves."

Ron frowned sullenly. "The sooner we're done with him the better, s'all, I can't wait to get away from that bastard."

"That might happen sooner than you think."

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Ron asked, a little too enthused about the prospect of leaving Malfoy's presence.

Hermione bit her lip. "Er, Malfoy and I were talking while we were studying. After we have everything we need, from the Malfoy Manor, some of us will need to work on collecting the ingredients for the Horcrux Potion as well as locating the last Horcruxes. But, at the same time, the ingredients needed for the counter to Mauvais' Potion are quite rare and most are only found in secluded locations. We think it would be best if we could split up, once we have everything we need. We can find a way to contact one another when our tasks are almost complete and meet at Hogwarts, where we know the final Hocruxes are."

Ron opened and closed his mouth for a few minutes before he leaned back in his chair. Most thoughts of Malfoy had escaped his head at that as he gulped down the rest of his tea. "I know what we have to do and get but where will they have to go?"

"Malfoy has an idea but nothing is certain as of yet. It is very ancient and dark magic that we have to counter to destroy Mauvais."

"Does Harry know yet? That we have to separate if we're going to get this all done?"

"Not yet. He will understand though and before you even say it, Ronald, the Oath protects Harry," Hermione said as soon as she saw Ron's mouth open again in protest.

Sighing, Ron stood up slowly, pushing his chair back. "I don't like him or whatever it is the two of them are doing. But you're right, we have better things to be doing with our time than wasting it with this."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to talk to Harry."

"Ron, I don't think right now is-" Hermione sighed. The redhead had already swept from the kitchen and was thudding up the stairs.

Once Ron realized they were no longer in the study he cautiously made his way towards their bedroom door. It was oddly quiet, so he figured they were sleeping or perhaps mulling over texts in their room instead of the study. He took a deep breath, steadying himself for the apology he knew he needed to make. When he pushed open the door, however, nothing could prepare him for what he was about to see.

Harry was on his knees propped over top of Malfoy, his length buried in his mouth, as Draco had his head resting back against the pillow, his hand lost in Harry's hair as he lowly groaned. They didn't even notice the door open or Ron's horrified, strangled expression at seeing them. He was frozen for a moment, staring in shock at the bobbing of Harry's head. As soon as he gathered his wits, he fled from the room, slamming the door behind himself and hurrying down the stairs.

As he re-joined Hermione in the kitchen, she not only had another cup of tea prepared for him, but chocolate as well. "Sit. Drink and eat," she demanded immediately upon seeing his flushed features.

Mechanically, he sat down and shoved a piece of chocolate into his already agape mouth. "They were...they were..." Ron struggled with his words.

"I told you not to go up there."

"I didn't think...that...Hermione, they were..." he shivered, "I think I've gone blind."

Hermione laughed and shook her head. "Boys, they're always so oblivious."