Hi everyone :)
Many thank yous for the reviews as always. And, to show my appreciation to all of you, I come bearing the gift of the longest chapter so far and a happy little lemon for all you lovely people. Isn't that just yummy? Of course, if lemons aren't your thing, which is totally understandable if they're not, then you can always either a) stop reading or b) skip the lemon. It's right at the end underneath the final heading Forth Year at Hogwarts: The night after Harry asks Cho to the Yule Ball. So, if you see that and you don't like lemons, you can just go back o, if you're interested in my little notes at the bottom, you can skip down.
WARNING: Because I really don't want people to get all defensive about this and start getting pissy, I'm making this painfully clear. This chapter contains a lemon or GRAPHIC SLASH. Don't want to read about two boys having sex? Then don't read the final section of this chapter or, better yet, don't read this chapter at all.
There, I've given the warnings in copious amounts; I am no longer responsible for anyone who accidently reads the lemon! With that said, please enjoy this latest chapter :)
Fourth Year at Hogwarts: The first night back
Harry took in a huge breath of crisp, night air as he stepped out of the main entrance into Hogwarts under the cover of his invisibility cloak. It was amazingly warm for an early Autumn night and it was because of the nice temperature that Draco and he had agreed to meet down by the lake that night. Well, okay, he hadn't exactly been given the chance to agree, Draco had slipped a note into his hand when they had passed each other making their way into the Great Hall for the Sorting Feast and it had instructed him to meet him outside at the usual time. Harry didn't have any objections so if he had been asked, he would've agreed.
As Harry made his way down to the lake, he could just hear in his head the conversation they would no doubt have tonight. Draco, sooner rather than later most likely, would demand to know the details of the Death Eater raid at the Quidditch World Cup, then he would insist on asking if Harry was all right even though it was weeks ago and he was quite obviously fine and then he would finish up insulting someone, either his father, Death Eaters in general or the Weasleys.
Upon looking up from where he was previously watching the ground beneath go by, Harry smiled in delight when he saw that Draco was already there, standing staring out across the lake, waiting for him. Harry didn't even hesitate before he pulled off his invisibility cloak and quickly dashed forward, jogging over to the blonde. His footsteps obviously alerted Draco to his presence as the Slytherin turned to look in Harry's direction when there was a gap of about ten feet between them. He turned his body to face the dark haired boy and took a few steps forward towards him in return. Upon reaching Draco, Harry threw himself into the blonde's arms and Draco was only too happy to catch him.
"It's so good to see you again." Harry breathed against the base of Draco pale neck, his arms looped loosely around his neck as well.
"That can go without saying I think." Came Draco's reply moments before he titled the dark haired boy's head up to place a deep kiss on his lips. After several seconds of remaining joined, Draco pulled back a little in order to look Harry in the eye. "Now, are you going to be co-operative and just tell me about the raid at the World Cup or do I have to listen to you whining before you give in and tell me anyway?"
Inside, Harry grinned at just how predictable his best friend was but showed no signs of his amusement on the outside. He decided that, for once, he'd be good and just offer up a detailed explanation without moaning first but only because that would leave more time fore kissing afterwards which was infinitely more important than making a point by grumbling first.
Fourth Year at Hogwarts: The night after the participants of the Triwizard Tournament were announced
"What the Hell were you thinking!"
Harry had barely set foot inside the classroom he and Draco had arranged to meet in that night before the blonde was in front of him, demanding to know exactly what it was that was going on. The Slytherin didn't even bother to wait for the Gryffindor to take off his invisibility cloak, instead opting to rip it off of the dark haired boy himself.
"Why did you put your name into the Goblet? Do you have a death wish? Do you have any idea how dangerous it's going to be? Why do you think they weren't letting anyone younger than 17 compete? Just to be awkward?" Draco ranted angrily, gesturing with his arms.
"I didn't." Harry answered calmly, not allowing himself to be swept away in his best friend's yelling.
"You didn't what? Think? Yes, that's pretty obvious." Draco sneered.
"No, I mean that I didn't put my name into the Goblet." Harry corrected him.
"Oh, then I guess it just magically found its way into it." The blonde grunted sarcastically.
Harry sighed tiredly and moved past Draco to go over to a desk. He slumped down in the first seat he reached and then sprawled the top of his body across the desk. "It's a possibility I suppose." He mumbled, his voice coming out muffled as his face was currently buried in his folded arms.
Draco watched him silently for a few moments before stepping forward and making his way over to the dark haired Gryffindor. Upon reaching his side, he perched on the edge of the desk top, right beside Harry's head, and gently began to run his fingers through the wild locks of his hair. "You really didn't put your name in there did you?" He murmured gently, gazing down at the mass of black hair with caring eyes.
Harry shifted himself so that his cheek was resting on his arms and he could at least look in Draco's direction, despite the fact all he could see was an extreme close-up of the other boy's thigh. "Did you honestly think I did? What would I want with more eternal fame and glory?"
"True." The Slytherin agreed with a slight laugh which quickly faded however as he continued to pet Harry's hair. A short period of silence took them over before Draco spoke again. "There's something else wrong as well isn't there?"
"Ron's mad at me." The small reply came.
"Because of this whole Tournament thing?"
"Yeah."
"Bloody stupid idiot." Draco muttered under his breath, his hand in Harry's hair never slowing or stopping.
"That's a bit hypocritical Mr What-the-Hell-were-you-thinking." Harry pointed out with a small grin, sitting up a bit more, feeling a little better.
"I listened to and believed your denial of it though. I'm guessing you tried to tell him that you didn't do it yourself?" The blonde checked, trailing his hand down the dark haired boy's cheek, reaching around to cup the back of his neck, now that it was accessable.
"He didn't believe me." The shorter boy murmured sadly, his eyes dropping to stare down gloomily at the edge of the desk.
Draco frowned slightly then, whether it was because of the words or the action was unclear. Gently, he coaxed Harry to lift his head so he could look him straight in the eye. The smaller boy did as he was silently asked and lifted his head and met Draco's eyes. Cold, hard grey met soft, sad green and Draco once again spoke: "And it's for that reason Weasel's a stupid idiot."
Without further discussion or anymore words, the blonde Slytherin swooped down gracefully and caught the Gryffindor's lips with his own in a soft kiss.
Fourth Year at Hogwarts: Night after the First Task
"You were so amazing today. You gave me chills, you really did."
"Thank you. That seems to be the general opinion all 'round."
"Yeah, well, it means more coming from me, right?"
"Of course it does."
"That sounded more sarcastic than anything."
"Sorry, didn't mean it to."
"...Yes you did."
"Okay, maybe just a little. But, anyways, getting off that, I'm sorry that it took so long for me to get here tonight, everyone wanted to celebrate."
"Not surprising. Doesn't matter though, I was able to amuse myself..."
"Reading? Yes, I noticed when I came in. What book is that anyway?"
"Erm...It's nothing, nothing at all."
"...Do you not want me to know what you were reading Draco?"
"No, not particularly."
"Then you wouldn't mind if I take a look..."
"No! Harry don't!"
"Oh c'mon Draco, let me have a look!"
"No, let it go!"
"I just wanna have a little look; just a teensy, tiny peek..."
...Various sounds of scuffling...
"Ah ha!"
"Harry, please don't..."
" "Destined Love: The Eternal Beauty of a Soul Bond"...You're reading a book about soul mates? Should I be jealous of someone?"
"I was reading it because of you, you prat, now give it here!"
"No, no, I'm curious now. You're reading it because of me? You think we might be soul mates?"
"It's a possibility."
"How do you find out?"
"Well, there are certain signs which can alert people of the situation but you can't find out for sure unless you do a certain spell."
"What are these signs?"
"Intense affection for no reason which developes very quickly, desire to be around each other, stuff like that."
"That just sounds like people being really good friends or having a crush on someone."
"Look, I didn't want you to know I was looking at this in the first place Harry, so just give me back the book and we'll forget we ever..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't get all huffy and defensive. Just because I think that doesn't sound like reasons in themselves doesn't mean there's nothing in it. Maybe we could look into it a bit more."
"Really? You don't think it's, well, a bit cissy?"
"No, not really. I think the idea of true love is very desirable actually. You mentioned there's a spell to make sure?"
"Yeah, but I haven't read about it in enough detail yet, I wouldn't feel comfortable doing it without knowing every little detail."
"That's fine...Though Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"What if we do the spell and it turns out that we're not soul mates?"
"Oh, we're soul mates Harry, I have little doubt in my mind about that."
Forth Year at Hogwarts: Night after the Yule Ball is announced
"A Ball; don't you think that's a totally stupid idea?" Harry mumbled, sounding content despite his words, his expression a picture of serenity and his eyes shut restfully.
Harry lay on his back on the floor of the classroom he and Draco had met in that night. His head was resting on Draco's thigh and the blonde was leaning back against one of the walls. The blonde was slowly running his fingers through the dark hair soothingly and his eyes were also shut, his expression relaxed and happy.
"I've heard worse ideas but admittedly I'm not really looking forward to spending an entire night on the arm of Parkinson." Draco murmured his reply.
"At least you know who you're going to go with. I've got absolutely no idea."
"What about that Ravenclaw Cho Chang?"
Harry's eyes flickered open at that and Draco opened his as well when he felt the stare on his face. The dark haired boy's expression was slightly confused. "What makes you think of her?"
The Slytherin shrugged easily, continuing to pet the Gryffindor's hair, tilting his head back to look across the room lazily. "It was merely a suggestion. What about one of those Patil twins?"
"I don't know, maybe I'll just fake illness and not go." Harry sighed, wrinkling his nose lightly.
"That's a bit extreme Harry, just go with someone you're friendly with. Hell, ask Granger if you have to."
"It's not just getting someone to go with me." Harry revealed, a slight blush flushing his cheeks.
"What else is wrong then?" The dark haired boy turned his head to the side and looked everywhere but his best friend's face. He mumbled something unintelligiable which caused Draco look back down at him. "What was that?" He inquired in a whisper, leaning down so he was closer to Harry's face.
"I don't know how to dance." Harry said clearly, moving his head back so he could look up at Draco's face.
"Is that all? Oh, that's no big deal." Draco replied with a small trace of amusement in his tone.
"That's easy for you to say, you know how to dance and you don't have to do it in front of an entire hall-full of people watching you." The Gryffindor grumbled with a light frown.
"I can teach you how to dance." The Slytherin reassured before dropping a brief kiss onto Harry's forehead.
"Really? Oh thank goodness. When?"
"Right now." The blonde answered and patted Harry's shoulder as a sign that he should sit up.
"Why now? I'm comfortable." Harry whined pathetically but none-the-less began to sit up.
"No time like the present." Draco insisted, sliding himself over a bit and then getting to his feet. He brushed himself off very quickly before reaching down and offering his hand to his best friend. The other boy took it grudgingly and allowed himself to be hauled up onto his feet.
"We don't have any music." The Gryffindor pointed out quickly, hoping that would be enough to discourage his companion.
"Don't need music at the moment, we'll start with the very basics. You don't needs music for the basics, just a simple beat." The blonde explained, pulling the other boy over to the front of the classroom where there was more floor space. "Now, first we get into position. I take your left hand like this and then you put your right hand on my shoulder like this," Draco adjusted Harry's arms into position accordingly and then settled his right hand on the slightly shorter boy's hip. "We'll start of with something really simple first, just to get you used to. Just follow by lead and try not to step on my feet okay?"
"O-okay." Harry stammered, a huge blush covering his cheeks and his eyes unable to meet with Draco's.
The Slytherin seemed unphased with the Gryffindor's bashfulness however and merely spoke clearly: "One, two three." As he began to guide the boy in his arms around in time with his counting.
Forth Year at Hogwarts: The night after Harry asks Cho to the Yule Ball (AN: This is where the lemon is, just to let you all know again)
Harry shifted nervously on his feet as he watched Draco set up the last few things they'd need for the spell they would be casting in a mere few minutes. Tonight was the night when they were going to find out whether Draco was correct in thinking they were soul mates and the Gryffindor wasn't sure what he was more afraid of: finding out that he wasn't Draco's soul mate or finding out that he was and then having to deal with what would happen afterwards.
Apparently, the discovery of a soul bond led to a very...Um, intense reaction. The moment it was confirmed, they'd both be instinctually driven to consumate it or, as the Slytherin had so delicately put it, shag until they passed out. Of course, Draco had been exaggerating about the passing out bit but the whole "shagging" situation had Harry very on edge. He was fourteen years old and therefore had little idea about how it was that two boys went about such a thing as sex. His best friend/probably-soon-to-be-lover had taken it upon himself to research it fully and had explained everything he'd found out to Harry so he was a little more informed about what would happen but that still didn't stop him from being a complete nervous wreck and acutely embarrassed when talking about it, (the conversation they had shared on the subject of lube would forever be a very painful memory to think of).
With soul bonds, it appeared there was a naturally dominant/protective partner and a naturally submissive/loving partner and when the spell was cast, it would be the submissive one who would be entered, so at least that took one issue which would've been heatedly argued about. However, it also served to fuel Harry's nerves. If he had known his position beforehand, he could've prepared for it. This was going to be a complete surprise however and he was anxious about either position. If he was the dominant one, he was anxious about preparing Draco properly in order to cause as little pain as possible. If he was the submissive one, he was worried about being entered and whether it would hurt no matter how much preperation took place.
Draco, as with everything, seemed completely calm about the entire thing which only served to annoy Harry. He didn't know if it was just an act to cover how he really felt or if the blonde boy really was completely at ease with the entire situation. Harry liked to think it was all just an act; it was more reassuring to think that Draco was just as unsure and intimidated by this entire process as he was.
"Okay, we're all set." Draco announced abruptly, stepping to the side of the desk he was in front of as a signal for Harry to make his way over. Harry gulped slightly before slowly making his way over to the desk, stopping beside Draco.
The spell wasn't really a spell as more of a ritual. A small amount of blood was shared, ribbons were used, souls were bared and then they would be able to tell. Harry wasn't completely sure of the ins and outs of everything as his mind had wandered when Draco had been explaining it to him that one time and, not wanting to admit that he hadn't been listening, Harry hadn't asked him to repeat anything.
"Hand please." Draco said with a smile as he picked up a small, shape knife from the table.
"Does it matter which one?" Harry inquired quietly.
"Nope."
With that answer, Harry brought his left hand up and held it out to Draco. The blonde smiled reassuringly as he took the slight tanned hand in his own pale one and then singled out the little finger on the end. Then, with one smooth stroke of the slight blade, he slashed a neat cut, about an inch in length, down the pad of the finger. Harry winced slightly but otherwise made no reaction, simply watching as Draco tied the length of black ribbon, (which had previously been enchanted by the Slytherin to suit their purpose), they had around the wound securely.
"Care to do the honours?" The blonde asked, holding out the knife for Harry to accept.
Hardly feeling this was something he could turn down, Harry took the knife in his right hand and held Draco's right hand in the palm of his left hand. After a few moments of mental preperation, the dark haired boy carefully cut the blonde's little finger in the same way his own had been cut. Quickly glancing up at his face, Harry noticed that Draco hadn't even winced at the pain. With the cut in place, the other end of the black ribbon was tied around the taller boy's finger. It was then that Draco picked up his wand and Harry did the same, remembering that much from the other boy's explanation a few days ago.
"Count of three, yeah?" The Slytherin suggested.
"Kay." The Gryffindor said with a slight nod.
Warm grey eyes held bright emerald ones for a few long seconds before a calming breath was taken by both and the short countdown began: "One, two, three."
"Blood of two hearts, freely given; show us if our souls stem the same." The two boys said at the same time as they tapped the tips of their wands together twice before pointing them down to the ribbon which connected their little fingers.
For a moment which seemed to drag on for eternity nothing happened. But then, slowly, the black ribbon began to turn red, like blood, the colour seeping forward from each of their fingers on the way to meet in the middle. The eyes of both boys lit up from both surprise and happiness.
"Draco..." Harry gasped, his eyes not straying from the ribbon.
"I knew it, I told you we were." Draco practically gushed, his eyes also fixed to the ribbon.
Together, they both stared as the black was over-taken by the red. Eventually, the two red ends met in the exact middle of the ribbon. When that happened, the black-turned-red ribbon suddenly shone with a burst of white light which gradually faded to a sparkling glow which surrounded both the ribbon and the two boys and then remained.
"Harry?" Draco murmured after a while, not lifting his gaze.
"Yeah?" The dark haired boy mumbled back uncertainly, also not lifting his eyes.
"You know what's going to happen the second our eyes meet, right?"
Harry nodded and swallowed before speaking his answer in a somewhat croaky voice. "Yeah."
"Are you ready for it?"
"As I'll ever be."
"All right then." Harry saw Draco's blonde hair move then and quickly fixed his eyes firmly on the ribbon, not willing to look up until the exact moment. "In your own time Harry." Came Draco's reassuring voice before a tense silence filled with anticipation fell over them.
Harry's heart-beat sped up rapidly suddenly and a chill of nervous anticipation ran thorugh him. All he had to do was look up and then everything would change between him and Draco forever. One little look was all it was going to take. He just needed to build up the courage to lift his head. However, that was easier said then done and quite a long while passed before Harry lifted his head and even then he kept his eyes shut. Draco took advantage of the moments of silence and stillness by carefully removing the ribbon and then cleaning each cut before putting plasters he'd "borrowed" from the Infirmary around them. To himself, Harry reasoned that he was just waiting for Draco to finish what he was doing and once the blonde had finished, he had to admit there really was no more reason to not look at the other boy.
"I-I'm...I'm going to open my eyes now Draco." Harry warned nervously. He felt the other boy take his left hand in both of his and, oddly enough, it calmed him down greatly. With a final deep, calming breath, Harry steadied himself and let his eyes fly open.
The reaction of both boys was instantanious.
Their gazes locked and within a second, they had thrown themselves at each other, arms coming around each other desperately and lips meeting urgently. The kiss started out with equal participation from both boys, each snaking their tongues out and battling against the other for dominance. However, the control soon shifted and Draco began to take over. He used his slightly superior height to manipulate the angle of the kiss, making it harder for Harry to have as much control.
"Looks like I'll be on top this time." Draco panted out with a grin as he broke the kiss only to start attacking Harry's neck with nips and licks enthustiastically.
"Bully for you." Harry managed to gasp just as the blonde boy licked a particularly sensitive part of his neck.
"Jealous?" The Slytherin whispered after he'd licked a trial up from Harry's neck to his ear. He then proceeded to latch onto the lobe of the began to gently nibble it. Goosebumps instantly broke out across Harry's entire body and he shivered at the teasing sensation.
"W-why would I-I be jealous?" The dark haired boy stammered, tilting his head to the side to give Draco better access as his lips traveled back down to his neck. "Things a-are just fine the way th-they are at th-the mo-moment."
"And just think, I've barely done anything yet." Draco murmured playfully as he quickly bagan to unbutton Harry's pyjamas jacket and took his lips in another heated kiss. Once the pyjamas jacket had been opened and parted sufficiantly, Draco ran his palms up the bare sides of Harry's stomach which resulted in the Gryffindor giggling into the kiss they were sharing. The Slytherin broke away once again with that chuckle from his companion and grinned at him. "I didn't know you were ticklish."
"No reason why you shou...Ah! Do that again." Harry gasped suddenly as Draco rubbed the pad of his thumb across his right nipple briefly.
A wicked smirk broke out across the blonde's face and he briefly teased the same nipple again, encouraging a similar reaction from its owner. "You're lucky we don't have more time, I'd love to torment you a bit more." Saying that, he gave the nipple a sharp pinch, earning a gasped "ah" of pleasure from the dark haired boy.
"Such a romantic." Harry grinned in a somewhat dopey manner just as Draco slipped his hand into his cotton pyjamas trousers. When that happened, Harry gave another gasp and arched into the cool hand which now cupped him firmly.
"Romance will come later. Mind if I take these off?" Draco inquired, pulling at the hem of the loose trousers.
"Do...Do what yo-you want." The slightly smaller boy managed to get out, tilting his head back and bucking his hips into the friction of the hand around him.
With his free hand, Draco swiftly tugged down the trousers, leaving Harry completely naked from the waist down. If they had more time, he would've taken the time to admire his soul mate, but as it was, they were pressed, (hence the fact Draco wasn't even bothering to remove any of his clothes) and there was no real time for pausing to admire the view. That could all come later; they had the rest of their lives after all. Now, both of them were too over-come with the knowledge of their bond. It may not have yet been at the stage where they couldn't think properly, but they were quickly getting there, or at least Harry was.
Planning ahead for when things would start getting more intense, Draco swiftly removed his hand from where it was occupied pleasuring Harry, much to the Gryffindor's disappointment, so that he could quickly lift him up and settle him on the desk in front of them. As Harry took a few seconds to get himself into a good position, Draco used that oppotunity to free his straining erection which was becoming quite painful in the confines of his school trousers. He sighed in relief when it was freed but the sigh was abruptly cut off with Harry's lips as he leaned forward and caught Draco's lips in a deep kiss.
The blonde boy began to search blindly for the pot of lavender oil he'd "borrowed" from Snape's storeroom but then almost forgot when a tentative hand covered his erection gently. He let out a small moan of appreciation and leaned forward, burying his face in Harry's neck and breathing in his scent deeply. After a couple of minutes, Draco managed to remember what he was doing before and began to grope around for the jar again, all the while kissing and nipping at Harry's neck again.
Harry's face was flushed bright red, mostly from arousal but also partly from embarrassment. He was rather proud of himself for taking the initiative and reaching to caress Draco but despite the position they were in he was still a little shy about all of this. Suddenly, when Harry felt Draco's right arm come around his waist, trail down his back and then a cold and slippery finger push into him, he forgot to be shy and gave the loudest gasp so far, arching against the sensation.
"Merlin, that's cold!" He managed to pant, shuddering pleasantly as the finger inside him began to move in and out in smooth motions.
"But good if that reaction was anything to go by." Draco teased in a husky voice, missing the delightful pressure of Harry's hand on him but also rather glad it had stopped; he hadn't been sure he could've lasted if Harry had kept it up.
"Well...I, uh..." Harry mumbled shyly, his eyes trying to look anywhere but near Draco.
"Hey, no getting bashful on me Potter." The blonde ordered, giving a rather hard thrust with his finger to emphasise his point. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying this, you're meant to be enjoying it. Think you're ready for two fingers now." He murmured, the last part mostly to himself.
Harry felt the finger leave him for a moment before it came back a second or two later, accompanied this time with a friend. He gasped and arched into the sensation again, urging the two fingers to go in deeper, to fill him more. When a sudden jolt of unexpected pleasure spread throughout him, he let out a strangled moan and allowed himself to slump forward, leaning against Draco's robed shoulder.
"Prostate?" Draco checked, his voice rather ragged now, his own cheeks blushed from his arousal.
"Must've been." Harry mumbled with a small nod only to be answered by another jolt of pleasure as his soul mate purposely rubbed over the same spot again. "Ah...! Draco..."
"Not long now." The blonde whispered, half reassuring the other boy and half reassuring himself.
Draco began to gently scissor his fingers inside Harry, carefully stretching him, while Harry pushed back agianst the fingers, trying to get them deeper, trying to find that satisfaction which seemed within his reach and a million miles away at the same time. Abruptly, Draco pulled his fingers out, applied some more of the oil to them and then slid them back inside Harry, adding a third finger this time as well. He continued his scissoring but it was getting harder and harder to keep in control. His desire to be inside his soul mate was getting harder and harder to deny and Harry, too, was obviously getting to the point where he needed more.
"Please...Merlin, Draco...Please, more...Need you..."
Those words undid Draco in an instant. He yanked his fingers out of Harry, earning a keening wail from the dark haired boy, and scooped a copious amount of oil our of the jar with those fingers. Then, he hastily spread it across his erection, being neither neat nor precise, before quickly linning himself up with Harry's loosened hole. Harry, upon feeling the blunt head press against him, spread his legs a little wider and leaned back on the table a little more, supporting quite a bit of his weight on his two shakey arms.
"In me..." Harry whispered as a command before leaning forward again and covering Draco's lips with his own again. Possessing absolutely no desire to dispute that request, Draco began to push into him slowly. As the head penetrated the tight ring of muscles however, Harry tensed up and the blonde immediately froze, both breaking the kiss at the same time.
"Everything okay?" He managed to check, his hands gripping at the edge of the table painfully in order to keep his control and stop himself from pushing in completely until he was sure Harry was completely at ease.
"Yeah, it's just a little uncomfortable, sorry..." The dark haired boy began, burying his head in the crook of Draco's neck.
"Don't apologise, there's no need to, take as long as you need." The blonde reassured his soul mate, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of his slightly sweated head. "Just as long as it's not too long, yeah?" He added with good humour afterwards.
A small chuckle escaped Harry at that and he lifted his head to look into the soft grey eyes in front of him. His smile lingered gently and his darkened green eyes, glazed with lust, also glittered with clear affection. "I love you." He whispered gently.
"And I love you." Draco whispered back, thinking in the back of his mind that this was a rather fitting moment for them both to be confessing such a thing for the first time.
Their lips came together in another kiss, their tongues coming out to languidly stroke each other in a relaxed, content kiss. It was during that kiss that Harry pushed against Draco and the Slytherin took that as a sign that it was okay to go deeper now. Harry gasped into the kiss as he felt the blonde sink further into him and he continued to push into the sensation more, urging his soul mate in further until he could feel the material of Draco's trousers against his arse.
"Merlin..." Draco choked out, his left hand coming out to steady himself on the surface of the table.
"Good?" Harry breathed against his ear, lifting his legs to wrap around the blonde's waist.
"Indescribable." The Slytherin managed to get out without stammering or stuttering as he lifting one of Harry's legs with his right arms, hooking the knee over his eblow. "Ready?" The Gryffindor merely nodded, quickly bracing himself against the table with both of his hands. Slowly, Draco pulled back slightly before thrusting forward again.
"Hahh...Ah, Draco..." Harry gasped as the blonde's rhythm evened out and his prostate began to be nudged on a regular basis. Better still, with every thrust in that Draco made, Harry's erection brushed roughly against the blonde's school uniform creating a wonderful friction. The duel sensations were rapidly getting too much to be able to control and the coil inside his abdomen began to tighten to an almost painful degree. "Mm, close...Draco, close..." He panted out, pushing back desperately.
"Uhh, Harry...Ahh!" Draco cried as his hips snapped forward hard, the fingernails of his left hand scraping along the wooden desk as he came, releasing himself into Harry and slumping forward to rest his forehead on Harry's bare shoulder where his pyjamas jacket had slipped down his arm. His hips continued to buck into his soul mate, milking the orgasm for all it was worth, as he slipped his hand in between their two bodies, aware of the fact Harry had not yet come.
A few swift pulls were all it took before Harry went tumbling over the same cliff which Draco just had. He threw his head back sharply and thrust himself into the pale hand which still surrounded him. When the initial intensity faded, he felt completely drained but wonderfully relaxed and he was glad for the fact he was already sitting down because otherwise he was sure his legs would've given way beneath him. That thought immediately led him to think of Draco and he quickly pulled himself together, dragging himself back to reality in order to check on his soul mate.
"Are you all right standing there like that?" Harry whispered gently, bringing his arms around the blonde and feeling that his muslces were trembling slightly.
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." Draco assured, lifting his head from Harry's shoulder to give him a self-satisfied smirk. He pressed a brief kiss to the dark haired boy's lips before carefully easing back, slipping out of Harry causing him to wince slightly. "Sorry, did that hurt?"
"No, just felt a little odd." Harry corrected as he brought a hand up to straightened out his glasses which had got a little crooked at some point. Draco gave him a small smile at that and quickly stepped back to him, bringing his arms around the dissheveled Gryffindor in a tender hug. "That was amazing." He whispered in awe, looping his arms around the Slytherin, returning the embrace. "Not what I expected though."
"Oh?"
"I thought the book implied that we'd lose control a lot more than we did, or at least I did. I kinda expected more of a confirmation that something had happened, you know, like just at the moment when we, erm..." Harry trailed off shyly. Draco chuckled lightly at the bashfulness but said nothing. "I know it worked though," the dark haired boy noted, a pleased smile blossoming on his face. "I can feel you in my head."
"Same here. You feel happy." The blonde noted gently.
"So do you."
"That's because I am; more than I've ever been before."
End of Chapter 21.
And that, my friends, was my lemon. And ya wanna know a secret? (whispers) It was the first one I've written, ever. Did I do okay? I know it probably wasn't a particularly original lemon as it was all inspired by ones that I've read in the past but I hope it was at least, (cough) enjoyable.
Anyways, that's enough from me for this time. Take care everyone and I'll see you all later :)
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