Chapter 14: Harry's Turn



"It's about time you got back." Draco sat on the bed and watched as Harry walked into the room. "So, did our good friend the Mudblood get the potion?"

"Draco."

"What? I'm just kidding."

"You really shouldn't call her stuff like that. Especially considering what she's done for you." Harry took off his jacket and went to his chair.

He opened his hand to reveal a small bottle. "It's in here. All you have to do is rub some of it on your face and you'll be good as new." He handed it to Draco.

Draco stared at the bottle before his face tensed. "Wait a minute. You didn't tell her that the medicine was for me, did you?"

"I had to. They know it's not for me. They kept asking me questions, so I had to confess."

"Who's `they?'"

"I forgot to tell you that Hermione is staying over at Ron's place for awhile. So, of course he was there."

Draco slammed the container down on the nightstand. "Great! Ron knows too?"

"Draco, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that he hates me. He's probably going to get the Death Eaters as we speak, handing out maps to the house."

"Ron wouldn't do that."

"I wouldn't be so confident if I were you."

"He's my best friend. I know he wouldn't do anything that would upset me. Anyway, you should have seen the expression on their faces when I mentioned your name. They thought you were dead. They had so many questions about you; where you've been and such."

"You didn't tell them about what we discussed earlier, did you?"

"You mean about you getting kicked out?"

"Yes. That and other things." Harry remained quiet. "Please tell me you didn't say anything to them. What I shared with you was private and I don't want other people to know about it. If you told them how Sirius found me, I'll kill you."

"Don't worry. I didn't tell them the truth."

"What did you tell them, then?"

"I said I met up with you while shopping on Bond Street."

Draco put his hand over his mouth as he began to laugh. "You shopping on Bond Street? Have you ever been there? I don't think they have thrift shops."

"Be quiet. Anyway, I told them we bumped into each other and that you've been staying with us ever since." He looked down at his shirt. "I don't buy my clothes at the thrift shop."

"Forget about that. What did you say happened to me?"

"Told them you went to Durmstrang and that you got the scars when a classmate hexed you during a dueling match."

"I got hexed? Why'd you have to say something stupid like that? Why couldn't I have gotten hurt doing something like playing quidditch?"

"Because quidditch scars can be removed."

"But---"

"Get over it, will you?"

Draco leaned towards him. "What else did you say to them? Did you tell them I was the school's star seeker and my team never lost."

"No."

"Why not?"

"From the simple fact that I wanted it to sound realistic."

"Oh, shut up."

"But I did tell them that you were Head Boy," said Harry.

"Head Boy? That's great. I can't wait to see Weasel again, so I can rub it in his face."

"Please don't."

"Why not? He'd do the same to me."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I told them those rumors about you being dead were made up by some classmates who were jealous of you."

"As well they should be. Now, what did you say I'm doing at the moment."

"You're taking a year long sabbatical before you decide what to do with your life. Traveling around Europe, seeing the sights. That sort of thing."

"Excellent. Thanks for building me up like that."

"No problem," said Harry slowly.

"Do you think they believed you?"

"Oh course they did."

A satisfied grin on his face, Draco picked up the vile and read the instructions that Hermione had attached on the container. Harry, meanwhile, looked down at his feet as he recalled his conversation with Ron earlier that day.

He and Ron had remained quiet when Hermione left the room to get the potion, each eyeing the other from opposite ends of the small living room.

Both were listening to Hermione's footsteps in the next room, when Harry broke the silence. "This is a nice little flat you've got here."

"Thanks," mumbled Ron.

"Does Hermione stay over every weekend?"

"Only when she's got enough time to travel up here."

Harry watched as Ron picked at the loose thread on his shirt. "You haven't really said much to me," he began. "We haven't seen each other in a month. I thought you'd be happy to see me again, but I guess I was wrong."

"I am happy to see you. It's just that you and Hermione started talking about something that didn't interest me."

"Something? Draco's a person, not a thing. He has feelings just like you and me."

Ron snorted loudly. "And you forgot to say, `If you cut him, does he not bleed?'"

"You wouldn't have this attitude towards him if you knew what he'd been through. He's really suffered a lot."

"Suffered? His family's rich and he can afford to go on holiday for an entire year. I bet he's really suffering. I, on the other hand, must do slave labor for my brothers."

Harry got up from his chair and sat next to Ron. "What I told you and Hermione was a lie. He's had it rough."

He placed his hand on Ron's shoulder. "I'm going to tell you the truth, but I need you to promise never to mention it to anyone. Not even Hermione. And you better not open your mouth to Draco. If he ever found out, he'd have a fit."

"I bet. The little git was always very theatrical."

"Ron, do you promise?"

"Yes."

"His parents threw him out of the house. He's been living on the streets all alone."

Harry watched as Ron began to show some interest. He hesitated before revealing more information. "He didn't even get to finish his education."

"Oh," said Ron, before growing quiet again. Harry assumed his friend's reaction would be the closest thing to sympathy that he would ever show towards Draco.

"Harry." Harry rapidly blinked as Draco waved his hand in his face.

"Were you spacing out?" asked Draco.

"Yeah. Something like that."

"These instructions are too complicated. I have to stand on my head and recite some nonsense. I'll do it later." He put the bottle back on the small table and leaned back against the wall to watch Harry. "Thanks for not telling them the truth."

"You're welcome," Harry said uneasily.

"Hey, I've never seen that before." Draco reached over and grabbed the chain that was dangling around Harry's neck. "Where did you get this from?"

"It was a birthday present."

"Pretty gaudy gift if you ask me."

"Don't say that. She meant well when she bought it."

"She? You got it from a girl?" Draco immediately let the chain fall back on Harry's neck. "Who was this girl?"

"Just someone from school who had a bit of a crush on me. You didn't know her."

Draco folded his arms tightly against his chest and looked away. "How come you wear that thing, but I haven't see the watch I got you?"

"I keep that in my room, in a little box that has a lock on it. I'm afraid I might lose it. I once had a panic attack when I thought I left it in a restaurant."

Draco looked back at that chain around Harry's neck. "The girl who got you that thing, did you like her?"

"I thought she was okay. She was really nice." Harry unhooked the chain and placed it on the nightstand. "If you want me to start wearing the watch you got me, I will."

He watched as Draco shook his head. Harry hesitated for a moment. "Did you ever date anyone while we were separated?"

"Like who?"

"I don't know. You're a good-looking guy. I'm sure you could get anyone you wanted."

"Like the house-elves at the manor? Or the tarts and drugs users on the streets?" scoffed Draco. "Not a very tempting array of options, if you ask me. Anyway, I wasn't looking for anyone else."

"But didn't you get lonely?"

"Yeah. But doesn't everyone get lonely? And like I said before, I didn't want anyone else." Draco gave him a penetrating stare. "Did you get together with someone?"

"No."

"Not even your little secret admirer?"

"No."

"Then what are you on about?"

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to keep things from me."

"I'm not keeping anything from you. I didn't hook up with anyone cause I didn't feel the need to. I still thought we'd see each other again. Anyway, who would want me when I looked and smelled like shit? But now that I'm beautiful again, you never know."

Draco laughed. Seeing that Harry remained emotionless, he grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

Draco's touched relaxed Harry, as he soon began to smile. "Do you think you'll be sticking around?"

"I don't know," replied Draco. "I was thinking about getting a flat in London. Knowing my mother, I'm pretty sure she saved up a gold mine for me. I could probably get a place in Chelsea. And if you're nice to me, I'll even let you visit."

"I thought you'd be staying with us for a little while longer."

"No offense, but it's really boring here. There's nothing to do. I need to be around big lights, shops, and clubs. I don't think I can take any more of suburban life. And I don't think I want to outstay my welcome at your Godfather's house."

"Sirius really likes you. He was telling me that you could stay as long as you want. He cares about your well being."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. I guess he can see that I really care about you." He watched as a slight smile formed on Draco's face.

"Speaking of Sirius, when's he getting back?"

"Late. Why?"

"I just wanted to make sure he wouldn't be interrupting us again." He began to eye Harry's body. "We never did get to see where that kiss would lead." The smile on his face got brighter. "What the hell are you waiting for? Get over here."

Harry got up from his chair and lay on the bed next to Draco. They smiled at one another as they looked into each other's eyes. Harry leaned forward and kissed him.

The kiss was slow and sensual as he slid his tongue along Draco's mouth to build arousal. Harry finally wrapped his lips around him entirely and began to suck, applying gentle pressure. As their kissing intensified, their mouths opened, tongues reintroduced to each other.

They remained side by side, holding each other as their hands ran up and down the other's body. Harry cupped Draco's buttocks in his hands, pushing him close. He moved his hips forward, grinding his erection against the other boy.

Harry soon felt fingers inside his boxes, groping and exploring. He moaned against Draco's mouth as the fingers began to tug and pull at him.

"Draco stop or else I'll finish." Draco released his grip.

Draco lay back on the bed and stared up at him. This was normally the time he would start removing both of their clothes, thought Harry. But Draco remained inactive.

Taking it upon himself to initiate the action, Harry reached down and began to unbutton Draco's shirt. His excitement grew as he saw more and more of that skin that had enticed him the previous day. When he had gotten his shirt off, he ran his hands up and down Draco's skin.

He bent down and began to trace the area around Draco's nipples with his tongue before clamping down onto the skin. He wondered if nibbling the area would have the same effect on Draco as it had with Ginny. His question was answered when Draco began to arch towards him.

Harry trailed kisses down Draco's chest and stomach. With trembling hands, he undid Draco's pants and slid them down his body. After throwing the pants on the floor, Harry returned to gaze down at the body before him, his stare focused on that groin.

He'd seen Draco in an excited state before, but he rarely got the chance or nerve to fully examine the sight. But now that Draco was being so passive, he got the opportunity to observe the color, width, grandness and shape of him.

As he slowly wrapped his fingers around him, he looked up to see Draco's face; the other boy had his eyes closed. Harry began moving his hand up and down, finding courage to tighten his grip and to further explore Draco's body. He soon found Draco moving his body towards him, writhing under his caress.

Having brought Draco to the brink of orgasm several times, Harry got up from the bed and undressed himself. Sitting back down, he awaited instructions from the other boy. Draco remained quiet, his breathing coming out in gasps.

Harry recalled the times they had made love and decided to duplicate Draco's actions and positioned himself over the other boy. As they proceeded, Harry noticed that his movements and thrusting was not as smooth and concise as Draco's. But looking down at Draco's parted mouth and half closed eyes, he didn't think his partner cared too much about his lack of technique.

The feeling was almost too much for him, as he found himself rushing towards his grand climax. He slowed himself down, wanting to make his encounter with Draco last as long as possible.

However, he was soon encouraged to adopt a quicker pace when he felt Draco's hands on his back, pushing him down. He watched as Draco arched his body off the mattress to meet him.

Draco wrapped his arms around his neck, crying into his ear as he came. Harry soon felt his own body tighten as he exploded, his body trembling uncontrollably as the spasms of pleasure rushed through him.

His body still moist, Harry bent down and kissed him, devouring the salty taste of perspiration on Draco's lips. Wiping the sweat off the other boy's brow, he asked, "Was I good?"

"Yes, very much so," Draco replied.

Harry began to laugh. "I can't believe I lasted that long. I thought I was going to lose it at any moment. I guess I don't have the kind of control that you have."

"You just need some more practice."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "And you've had tons of practice? I thought you said you didn't get together with anyone while we were apart."

"Yeah. But that doesn't mean I didn't have a social life before I started dating you."

"I can just imagine. From the stories Pansy used to tell everyone, you're quite an experienced lad."

Draco smiled. "Anyway, I think you'll have a little bit more control during the second round."

"Round two? I can barely move. I'm so tired."

"I'm not. I feel rejuvenated and ready to go."

"That's because I was doing all the work." Harry rested his head on Draco's chest, hearing the steady thumping of his heart.

Draco stroke his head, getting his fingers caught in his moist black hair. "I was thinking. Maybe you can come live with me when I get my own place."

Harry lifted his head. "Really?"

"Yeah. Since I don't have my house-elves anymore, I could really use someone to cook and clean for me. And you seem to be so good at it."

Harry took Draco's nipple between his forefinger and thumb and twisted. "Ouch. I'm just kidding."

He paused, staring up at Harry's face. "I thought if you lived in London, you'd be closer to the Firebolt corporation. You wouldn't have a long commute."

Draco nervously scratched his head. "I would also like to have you around. Keep me company. I've spent almost a year on my own and I didn't like it. I don't want to be by myself anymore."

He took a deep breath. "And I guess I have feelings for you." He reached up and touched Harry's face. "I wanna say more, but it's a bit awkward for me."

"It's okay," said Harry. He leaned down and kissed Draco again. He lifted his head. "I think I'm ready for round two."

"Took you long enough." Draco placed his hand behind Harry's head, pushing him down and capturing his lips.


The End.