GYAH! I'm so sorry this chap is late. I was at Magic Mountain again. I got season passes and I don't live far so… No excuse! I'm really sorry everyone. Please still leave me reviews. This chap is very long so I hope you enjoy it.
-Shinosuke
Chapter 21
Harry was falling from a great height. Part of him was scared but another part of him seemed to think this was normal. He couldn't remember why or how, but this felt familiar and he thought he'd be okay.
He was approaching the ground at a rapid speed and Draco was down there looking up at him. Harry smiled and tried to wave. That was his Draco down there; just waiting for Harry to fall into his arms. But Draco wasn't smiling and he didn't wave back.
He was crying. Crying? But that didn't make any sense—Draco never cried. And yet he was. The shining wetness on his face couldn't be confused for anything else. His bottom lip was shivering and his eyebrows were drawn together in pain.
Harry waited patiently as he got closer and closer to the ground. He needed to know why his boyfriend was crying. He had to help him. But part of him knew, that he wouldn't be able to land. Whenever he got close to the ground he'd—
"Harry." Draco whispered, "Save me."
Harry wanted to tell him that he would help him. But the words seemed stuck in his throat. As he grabbed at his neck, trying to manually force the words out of his mouth, he watched Draco pull out his wand and start to walk.
Finally, Harry landed.
He couldn't really feel the ground as he walked but he didn't note that as weird. He simply followed Draco down the dark and empty corridor that he just now realized they were in. Harry looked around once. The hall seemed to stretch on forever in both directions. There were no lights anywhere, but there was an odd golden glow that lit the entire area. Where were they? They were at school, he could tell that much, but what part of the castle where they in.
Harry heard a familiar grinding sound and saw as the golden spiral staircase that led to Dumbledore's office was revealed. Draco went up the stairs. Harry wanted to follow but his feet felt heavy. He continued to try and move forward but he just couldn't seem to get there fast enough. It was like walking through quicksand but again, this didn't seem strange. It only frustrated him
"What's he doing?" Harry asked the empty corridor, not expecting an answer.
"—tying up loose ends." A voice said making Harry turn around. Harry looked around to find the source of the voice, but it seemed to be resonating straight from the masonry.
The voice continued, "We must tie up all loose ends, Severus. Every last one. Let there be no trail for them to follow when we attack. This time, victory will be succinct. I won't tolerate any hero dramatics from Potter."
They're talking about me?
But he couldn't concentrate on that much longer. Draco was coming back down the steps. His gait was heavy and slow, he still held his wand, but his head was bowed as he walked stiffly, and yet wobbly, towards Harry.
"Draco?" Harry asked, reaching out towards the pale boy.
Draco looked up at him as though he were surprised to see Harry here. Harry heard a faint dripping sound and saw that Draco's wand was dripping some dark substance onto the hard stone floor.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
"Draco, what's going on? Are you alright?" Harry asked.
Draco just continued to stare at Harry, his eyes dull. His face paler than usual and sunken, making Draco look much too old and sorrowful for Harry's liking. Draco took a small step forward and reached out towards Harry.
"Save me." He repeated.
"Tell me how." Harry said stepping closer until there was a mere two feet of space between them.
Draco stared up at him for a moment; his eyes blank and confused again. He opened his mouth to answer but a rush of blood spilled forth from his lips instead of words. The dark red rivulets spilling down his chin and chest.
Harry watched in horror as Draco's silvery eyes rolled up into his head and blood began to drip down his cheeks as crimson tears. Draco collapsed to the ground and Harry caught him, falling to his knees as he held Draco tight.
"Draco!" He called holding him in his lap as the blood continued to spill from the now unconscious boy, "Can you hear me? Tell me the truth! Tell me what's wrong!" Harry screamed down at the limp boy not sure if he was making sense anymore.
Harry gagged when a snake slithered out of Draco's now empty eye sockets and started to go into his mouth. Like the dark mark of the snake and the skull.
"Draco! No! Wake up, wake up!" Harry shouted down into his face.
"She can't hear you." A familiar voice said from behind him and Harry's head whipped around to see the person. The young Tom Riddle smirked at him.
"She belongs to me now." He said idly twirling a wand in his hands as he took a few steps forward. His foot steps echoed loudly and Harry realized they were in the Chamber of Secrets. Yet he was completely unfazed by the change of scenery.
"She?" Harry asked turning back to whom he expected to be Draco in his lap. He was shocked to see Ginny lying there now, bleeding the same way Draco had. Her red hair was fanned out across Harry's lap and the damp stone floor here.
As Harry looked at her, her eyes snapped open and Harry yelped, startled.
Tom Riddle laughed at him.
Ginny stared at him, her eyes bleeding profusely, "Save me." She said.
"Save me!"
"Save me!"
A chorus of his peers began to sing as they miraculously materialized around him. Ron and Hermione and Snape and Dumbledore and Ginny and Draco. The person lying in his lap disappeared.
"Save me! SAVE ME!" they screamed at him as they began to spin around him in circles so he could barely discern which was which.
Their pleas became louder and Tom Riddle continued to laugh, the sound beginning a merciless crescendo. The tension of the cacophonous sounds like two piano keys struck together; growing and swelling like the tide of a ruthless ocean. It was so loud! And it seemed to only grow louder until it completely filled Harry's mind.
"I cant!" Harry finally screamed in response, "I'm not strong enough. I can't save you all!"
"What good is a hero that can't save anyone." Tom Riddle's voice rang out.
"He's right. Die!" Draco yelled at him before grabbing the front of his robes and pushing him. Harry fell off of a cliff that he hadn't realized was there.
"NO! Wait! Draco!" Harry called out to him as he began falling, falling, falling down into the snake pit.
There were hundreds of basilisks there, writhing together and waiting to rip him apart in the fight for a piece of their next meal.
Harry closed his eyes from where Draco was looking down on him from the top of the cliff. He thought that this couldn't be real. But he wasn't waking up. He watched in horror as a basilisk lurched up and snatched him out of the air, its fang sinking deep into his skull.
Harry jolted awake and grabbed at his scar. It felt like a basilisk fang actually was piercing his head.
"Ah…fuck." he groaned as he held onto it his forehead, trying in vain to stop the agony that spawned from the mark.
He'd have to go see Draco. Draco would know how to help. Plus there was a knot of worry and terror still holding strong in his gut. What a horrible and ominous dream.
As soon as he stood from his bed and put on his shoes, the pain in his head started to fade. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and the Marauders map. He felt safe venturing out as long as he had these two things. By the time he reached the common room, the pain in his scar was all but miraculously gone. He sighed, grimacing and rubbing the spot on his forehead, wary of any lingering soreness. There was none.
"Harry?" A voice asked just as Harry was going towards the portrait hole.
"Oh." He said turning around, "Ginny? What're you doing up."
She smiled at him and rolled her eyes, "I could ask you the same thing."
Harry shrugged, "I had a bad dream so I was going to… take a walk. That's all." He explained before sitting down on the overstuffed couch next to her, "What about you?"
"The same actually. Sans the walk." She gave him a small smile before turning back to look at the fire, "I had a nightmare and couldn't sleep after. It was the strangest dream…" She trailed off looking into the flickering fire place.
"What was it about?" Harry asked as he relaxed into the couch. He was actually genuinely curious to know what her dream was about. It was times like this, times when it felt like Ginny was just his friend again, that he sincerely enjoyed her company.
She looked at him and then shook her head, "Nothing of consequence really. You? Anything strange happen in your dream?"
Harry laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, "A basilisk bit my head off." He said skipping over the other, more disturbing parts of his nightmare.
"Ouch." She laughed.
"Yeah." He replied, "It was a really weird dream. But umm… I'm probably still gonna take that walk now." He said going to stand up but Ginny grabbed his arm and restrained him.
He sat down again slowly, starting to feel a little nervous. Was he acting like a cheating boyfriend? Could she tell he was going off to see another person?
"Are you okay, Harry?" She asked her voice as serious as her big brown eyes studied his face.
"Umm.. Yeah. Why do you ask?" Harry responded reminding himself in his head to stay calm.
She studied him a little longer before sighing and smiling, "I just have this really bad feeling."
Harry swallowed, "A-About what?"
She shook her head and let go of his arm, "Everything really. I mean… I sort of want us to work Harry. But I just feel like… well. Never mind. It doesn't matter."
"If this is about the sex thing… I really am sorry, you know." Harry whispered.
Ginny smiled at him halfheartedly, "I know you are. I already said it was okay a thousand times. You don't have to keep worrying about it."
Harry sighed and nodded before standing, Ginny didn't stop him this time, "Well…" He started slowly before bending to lightly kiss her cheek, "I'll see you later."
Ginny smiled at him and left a gentle kiss on his lips. Harry tried his best not to let any of his emotions show on his face as he headed for the portrait hole. He had just reached it when Ginny called out to him again.
"Harry, you know we'll always be friends. No matter what. Right?"
Harry smiled at her over his shoulder and nodded, "Yeah. I know."
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Harry followed the Marauders map deep into the labyrinth of tunnels and dungeons under the school. He knew where the Slytherin dorms were from the map but he didn't know how to get in. All he could do was go there and pray that either he found a way in, or someone else snuck out. They were Slytherins after all, they probably broke the rules all the time. But then again with a Head of House like Snape that might be difficult.
As Harry rounded the corner to what he thought was probably the entrance he saw a boy standing in front of a large green tapestry. He stopped and took one deep breath before walking closer to the boy standing there, hoping that he wouldn't be detected.
"I said the god damned password." Blaise said to the tapestry on which a silver snake was coiled.
Harry watched intrigued as the snake lifted its broad head and hissed at the boy, "The password has changed."
"I know okay. I fucking know it changes at midnight. But what am I supposed to do? Sleep out here?" Blaise replied angrily.
"The password has changed." The snake repeated before resting it's head on its coiled body again.
"Blaise?" Harry asked finally able to recognize the boy. He hadn't ever really known him that well. He'd only just seen him hanging around with Draco occasionally.
The dark haired boy jumped and turned to look at the empty space beside him, "Who's there?" he asked reaching out with his hand but grasping only the air.
Harry knew from Draco's ramblings that Blaise knew at least a little about him. Draco'd told Harry that the reason he'd discovered he wanted to be with Harry was because of what Blaise had said to him. Harry could only hope revealing his identity wouldn't backfire. But he needed to see Draco, and if Blaise, a sixth year Slytherin couldn't get in then Harry didn't have a snowflakes chance in hell.
And even if it turned out bad, he was pretty good at memory charms.
Harry sighed and pulled off his invisibility cloak making Blaise step back, startled.
"Potter?" he asked incredulously, "What in the hell are you—… You're here to see Draco aren't you?" he asked suspiciously.
Harry nodded, "Yeah. But it looks like getting into the Slytherin dorms is harder than I thought."
Blaise kicked at the tapestry, "Bloody thing just changes the password at odd intervals. But I guess it's my fault for sneaking out to a Ravenclaw."
Harry ignored that last bit of information as he stared at the tapestry; he even reached out to touch it. But the snake didn't so much as twitch, only its beady emerald eyes moved, watching them warily.
"Well…" Harry started, "Couldn't hurt to try parseltongue could it?"
Blaise stepped out of the way, "Be my guest."
Harry draped his invisibility cloak over his arm and stood in front of the silver snake. He cleared his throat concentrating on the snake before finally saying, "Serpent, please let me through."
The snake stared at him before rearing up, "You speak like Salazar."
Harry swallowed, "Please let me through." He repeated. He glanced over at Blaise to see that the boy was staring at him with wide dark eyes.
The snake paused a moment before he rested his head back on his coils and closed his eyes. Harry heard a soft grinding noise and was instantly reminded of his dream. He looked around, but there were no steps leading up to Dumbledore's office. Instead Blaise came to his side and slapped him a high-five.
"Fantastic, Potter. I guess Gryffindors are good for something after all." He said enthusiastically before a short, blond haired girl pushed the tapestry out of the way and walked out into the hall from an opening in the wall behind it. The bricks of the wall must've slid open much like the entrance to Diagon Alley.
"Fantastic?" Pansy asked, "Inside, both of you. Hurry up before you get caught." She said holding the tapestry out of the way and ushering them both inside.
"Oh… I guess she opened the door." Harry said bashfully as he walked into the Slytherin common room for the second time in his life.
He hardly remembered the place from the one time he'd infiltrated it back in second year; but it did look slightly similar. The fireplace roaring, the black couches and arm chairs and the plush green carpeting were all familiar. And yet completely foreign.
He was glad at least that it was nice and warm here. But it was rather loud. Even though no one was in the common room Harry could hear whispers. He couldn't really make it out except for the occasional word here or there but the whispers, even though quiet, continued. Harry's eyes flickered around a little. Maybe it was ghosts?
The bricks of the wall slid closed behind them and Blaise sighed, "This way Potter."
"Huh? Oh. Right." Harry said going to follow Blaise as he walked towards a door on the right. But Pansy put her hand on his chest and pushed him back.
"Let's get a few things straight here Potter. I'm still not convinced I trust you. You've been a right arse for the past few weeks." She said, her mouth set in a firm scowl.
Harry offered her a small smile, "Yeah. I know that. I already apologized to Draco."
Her blue eyes narrowed, "Still. Watch yourself. If you like all your…" She paused glancing down at his crotch, "bits and pieces in the condition and location they are now, I suggest you don't ever hurt Draco ever again."
Harry swallowed. Maybe wandering down into the snake pit was a bad idea. He looked around nervously, not sure what to do next.
Seeing this, Blaise grabbed his arm and started to drag him off towards the ebony door, "Leave the poor guy alone, Pans. I'm sure you just wanna see Draco right?" Blaise said as led him through the door and down a long flight of the stairs.
Harry nodded, a little more than uncertain about all of this. How did Draco's friends know so much? How much had Draco told them? Even now, Harry could feel the thin scar across his palm. They had promised not to tell anyone. Draco wouldn't break that promise would he?
Finally, Blaise opened a door and pulled Harry inside. Harry looked around. It wasn't all that different from the Gryffindor boys' dorms. The main difference was color scheme, but Harry was getting used to green and silver. He no longer associated those colors with bad things. There were seven four-poster beds. But five of them had the curtains pulled. So only two had the curtains open. One of them was empty. And the other—
"Back from the Ravenclaw already?" Draco said without looking up. He was lying on his bed with a large book open and propped up slightly by one of his pillows.
Harry felt himself smiling reflexively and he didn't try to suppress it, even in Blaise's presence. He'd been longing for Draco all day but they couldn't meet in the tower room tonight because Draco wanted to study for a test they had in History of Magic tomorrow. Of course Harry actually spent very little time studying so he had had plenty of evening hours to lie awake and wish he had Draco in his arms. And even just looking at Draco lying there on his bed made familiar feelings start to grow in his low stomach. He wasn't wearing anything but a pair of silky black pajama bottoms. Harry licked his lips before he could stop himself.
"Yup." Blaise announced cheerfully, "And guess what, Drakie? I brought you a gift." Blaise said closing the door behind him and walking forward to his bed before sitting down.
Draco continued reading apparently making small notes in the margins, "If it's not chocolate I don't want it."
"You sure?" Blaise asked pulling off his shoes.
Harry felt awkward standing there with Draco unaware of him. He went to take a step forward but Blaise motioned for him to stay where he was. Harry sighed quietly but obeyed.
"Positive." Draco responded distractedly.
"Are you really, really sure?" Blaise asked again.
"Yes god damn it. Go to bed." He nearly yelled.
Blaise sighed dramatically, "Alright then Harry, I guess you'll have to leave."
Draco's head whipped around so fast Harry was concerned he might've hurt his neck. His eyes widened and for a moment he just lay there staring. Harry smiled and waved. But Draco's response was not so genial. He jumped up from his bed and marched straight over to Harry. Harry smile began to falter when he saw Draco's face was set into a firm frown. He grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him very quickly over to the bed before forcefully sitting him down on it. Draco then grabbed the invisibility cloak from his hands before Harry could so much as make a sound of opposition, before throwing the cloak over him.
"Calm down, Drake he only wanted to see you." Blaise said.
Draco turned and glared at him, "You, shut up."
Draco turned back to Harry and his face didn't look very kind. It never occurred to Harry that maybe coming here would make Draco angry. He probably should have thought of that. But he could blame it on being sleepy. He sat still, knowing that Draco couldn't really see him now that he was invisible. But still it felt like Draco's eyes were drilling straight into him.
"What the hell were you thinking? Did anyone see you? Did anyone say your name out loud besides that idiot over there?" Draco asked his voice quiet and serious.
"No. Well uh…actually I think Pansy called me Po—"
"Don't say it." Draco interjected before sighing, "Do either of you know how fucking dangerous that was? Hopefully no one saw or heard anything." He said quietly.
"I'm sorry." Harry said. And he really meant it. He hadn't intended to make Draco unhappy. And he hadn't really thought that it would be dangerous coming here. It was still Hogwarts. It wasn't like Voldemort would be lurking around down here.
"You I forgive. You wouldn't have known. And at least you had your invisibility cloak." Draco said his face softening just a bit before he turned back to Blaise, unleashing the full fury of the Malfoy death glare.
"But you should have known better. How could you even think—" Draco paused, sighing once more and lightly pinching the bridge of his nose, "I don't have the time or the will to lecture you. Just don't fucking talk to me for a few days or I might accidentally hex you."
Harry expected that the other boy may be slightly upset by this but he seemed to have expected it. He smiled wide and reclined on his bed, "No problem, Drakie." He said before taking out his wand and magically closing his curtains.
"And don't fucking call me that." Draco retorted quickly but Blaise's curtains simply closed and left the two of them in relative privacy.
Draco glanced around once before reaching out and gently pushing Harry back onto his bed. He grabbed his wand off of his bedside table before climbing into the bed next to him and spelling his own curtains closed. Harry pushed himself up onto his elbows avoiding Draco's book, still open at the head of the bed.
"Did I really fuck up by coming here?" Harry asked quietly as Draco picked up the book and closed it before pushing it off the bed. It made a rather loud thump against the stone floor but Draco didn't look as though he particularly cared.
"No." Draco finally responded. It was dark but Harry's eyes were adjusting. He was kinda afraid to move from where Draco had pushed him back but as Draco pointed his wands at his curtains and started muttering spells he whispered, "You can take of that cloak now."
Harry nodded but then realized Draco couldn't see him. So he pulled off the cloak and haphazardly folded it before placing it under one of Draco's pillows. Draco sighed before lying down.
"Lumos." He whispered finally and the tip of his wand glowed bright silver, illuminating them both.
"I really am sorry." Harry said, "For stressing you out at least."
Draco smiled at him and Harry finally felt he could relax, "I already said I forgive you, okay. Just think before you do things. It really was dangerous for you to come here."
Harry decided it was now safe to ask, "Why is it dangerous? This is Hogwarts. Dark wizards can't get in here."
Draco sighed and moved to lay a little closer to Harry. Harry's arm instantly wound itself around Draco's waist. He felt Draco's body start to relax and it felt good to be next to him. Almost like magic, Harry felt completely perfect again. Even after a horrible dream and accidentally angering the man he knew he truly loved, a few seconds of just being close to Draco and all of that was healed.
"Well," Draco started slowly as he snuggled even closer to Harry, "All the snake decorations around here can talk. I'm sure you noticed."
That must have been all the whispering in the common room. Harry nodded, gently pulling Draco's body even closer until they were pressed firmly against each other. It wasn't arousing at this moment; instead it was comforting to feel Draco's warm body against him. Warm and alive with no blood or snakes coming from his face. Yes, this was very comforting.
"Well you know a lot of Death Eater's kids are Slytherins. The way the Dark Lord keeps tabs on things going on in the castle is by having one of the parents sending something with a snake decoration on it to one of the Slytherins. That way the snake on the gift or whatever can talk to all the snakes in here. Then the kid would send it back."
Harry swallowed wondering if that included the largest snake on the tapestry outside the entrance. He didn't tell Draco about that; it'd only worry him. He would tell him later…
Draco yawned, "So all someone has to do is talk about something in here and it can get back to the Dark Lord really easily. Luckily, most of the snake décor is in the common room. But stuff still gets around. None of us ever knows who has the gift. So don't come here again. It's really important that you don't." But even as he said those last words Draco held a little tighter onto Harry.
Harry nodded and gently kissed Draco's forehead and gently ran his fingers through Draco's silky smooth pale blond hair, "I won't make a habit out of it. I promise. I just… really needed to see you."
Draco lifted his head to make eye contact with Harry, "Why? Is something wrong?"
Harry smiled a little and shook his head, "Not anymore."
Draco rolled his eyes before putting the light at the end of his wand out and slipping it under his pillow. Harry blinked again at the darkness but his eyes were quicker at adjusting this time.
"I'm not gonna let it go, you know. I still want to know what bothered you enough to come all the way down here."
Harry laughed a little out of nervousness; only now realizing how silly his reason might look to Draco, "Yeah I just… had a bad dream." Harry mentally waited for Draco to tell him how stupid that was.
But he didn't. He only gently reached up and stroked Harry's cheek, "What was it about?"
Harry was a little shocked that Draco passed up such an obvious chance to make fun of him. But then again, they never really picked on each other anymore; not even for fun. When ever they were together, usually they were busy kissing but Harry hadn't realized how much they had really changed.
"Well uh…" he started slowly, trying to decided how much he should tell Draco, "I've been having this recurring dream of falling. It started when uh… we split up. I thought it would stop after we got back together but it didn't and tonight was completely different from any dream I'd had before. I think part of it was me slipping into Voldemort's mind again. And then the rest of it was just… really horrible."
"So you just wanted to see me to help you calm down?" Draco asked, obvious skepticism in his voice.
"Well no." Harry admitted bashfully, "I sorta wanted to make sure you were okay."
"So I'm guessing I got hurt in this dream."
"Sorta." Harry replied vaguely. He didn't really want to relive what he'd felt the moment when the blood started to pour from Draco's open mouth. At the brief memory of it he shivered in disgust and terror.
Draco squeezed him a little, "Hey, it's okay. I'm fine, see?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah. I can see that now."
Draco smiled at him, "I'm not happy that you had a nightmare. I know how horrible they can be sometimes but it's kinda cute that you came to check on me. At least, I'm happy that you did."
With that Harry leaned in and slowly pressed a warm kiss against Draco's lips. As soon as their lips connected it became difficult to let go. And the kiss became gradually deeper and deeper until Draco's tongue was slowly thrusting in and out of Harry's mouth. They were both moaning quietly and Harry's hands traveled a little lower along Draco's back until he could get a firm grip on his waist. And then he was pulling Draco's body firmly against his, feeling every plain of warm soft skin, even hidden behind pajamas. And Harry could feel Draco's hands softly sliding against him, gently groping and teasing.
Draco pulled away for a moment, "Wai—" he started but Harry pulled him back into the kiss, refusing to let it end so quickly.
He could feel Draco's soft whimpers as Harry's tongue began to retrace familiar paths in his mouth. He explored slowly, feeling everything; the roof of his mouth, the inside of his cheeks, his hot, wet tongue undulating against his own, and his wondrously soft lips. Draco's mouth was like heaven and all Harry wanted to do was kiss him forever.
He could feel Draco gently trying to pull away but he wouldn't let him. He wanted to kiss him so badly. To touch him and worship his amazing body from head to toe.
Draco smacked him in the head and their mouths popped apart easily. Harry backed away a little and rubbed the spot on his head where Draco had hit him.
"Ow…"
"Sorry but I was still trying to talk to you, you know. Not that I don't enjoy kissing but we promised only in the tower room." Draco reminded.
Harry sighed, "Damn, we did didn't we?"
He lay back feeling more than just a little put out. It was quiet for only a few long moments before finally Draco sighed dramatically and said, "Oh what the hell. I cast enough spells on these curtains that no one would know if there was a live Dragon in here. We can make tonight an exception."
Harry grinned wide and immediately went to try and kiss him again but Draco held his hands up, "After you tell me a few things." he finished.
Harry pouted, "Later?"
Draco's sighed, the beginnings of a frown pulling down on his lips. Harry reached up and gently stroked his cheek, "Please? I don't want to wait right now. We'll talk later…" he leaned in and lightly pecked Draco's lips, "Please…?"
"What in God's name possessed me to teach you how to manipulate people?"
Harry smiled knowing he had almost won. Just a little more…
"Please Draco." He continued letting his voice get lower and softer. He watched as the blond looked around a few times, obviously trying to avoid looking at the exaggerated puppy dog eyes Harry was giving him.
"Fine, fine. Talking later, sex now." Draco finally agreed and Harry mentally celebrated.
Harry felt a devilish grin working its way onto his face and he couldn't have stopped it if he tried. Though Harry still frequently had his dream of falling he had other dreams too. Dreams that involved Draco naked and in every sexual position imaginable.
"Harry." Draco started slowly, wary of that look that implied so many dirty things without a single word, "What're you thinking about?"
"Honestly? You sucking my cock with whipped cream on it." Harry answered candidly.
Harry didn't know how Draco would react to that but he didn't expect absolute silence. Harry felt his cheeks starting to get a little warm and he cleared he throat. Maybe he'd gone too far. Though it was true he'd had an ongoing fantasy of Draco giving him a blowjob that included whipped cream. He just loved the way Draco's eyes lit up when he ate something sweet. He couldn't get enough of watching Draco lick his lips slowly and smile when he had a particularly delicious bite of any dessert. And Harry couldn't imagine how amazing it would be to see that same delight and excitement filling Draco's eyes as he knelt before Harry.
Harry was on the verge of apologizing for being so open when Draco simply pounced on him, eagerly kissing his lips, "You're so amazing." He whispered before kissing down his neck.
Harry smiled and chuckled a little at Draco's enthusiasm as he extended his neck, giving Draco plenty to kiss. Harry closed his eyes and moaned softly as he felt Draco's hand sliding up under his shirt. He loved the feeling of Draco's warm skin against his. There was nothing better. Each time was like his every fantasy come true.
When Draco finally looked up at him again he just smiled at him. Harry was so disarmed by the warmth in the smile that he found himself smiling goofily back.
"Clothes off." Draco smiled.
"You too." Harry said as he pulled his shirt of his head and pushed his pajama pants down his legs.
"Mine can wait." Draco smiled at him before pulling his wand out from beneath his soft silver and green pillow.
As Harry kicked his bunched up pajama pants from his ankles Draco moved to kneel between his spread legs. Even now, Harry could feel the heavy warmth of what must be Draco's erection hidden behind his silky pajama bottoms. He bit his lip to keep from groaning. It had been so long since he'd had Draco inside of him. And he could feel his body reacting now that he was about to have the pleasure again.
Harry gasped quietly when Draco finally took hold of his erection. He closed his eyes, rocking his hips ever so gently as Draco slowly stroked him, squeezing tight. Even with his eyes now closed, Harry knew Draco was smirking. He could just feel it. Then he felt something strange.
Harry's eyes opened and he strained his neck to look upwards. Draco was looking right at him but his wand was pointed at Harry's cock. For a split second Harry took in the fact that Draco was smirking at him and his wand was pointed at his manhood and he was fearful. Years of bullying could do that to a person. But the look in Draco's gently sparkling silvery blue eyes was not malicious.
Harry saw the trail of white cream that the tip of Draco's wand had traced up the underside of his swollen member. It felt cold and slightly heavy and more than anything strange and arousing. Draco's only slightly evil smirk widened before he whispered a spell so low that Harry couldn't hear it past his hammering heartbeat. Draco carefully placed more of the cream up and down Harry's cock until it was entirely hidden.
Harry fidgeted a little feeling much too aroused to be comfortable anymore. He shifted a little more even the silk sheets feeling much too good as they rubbed against his hot skin. Draco reached down and grabbed his hip to still him.
"You want a cherry on top too?" he whispered with a smile.
Harry shook his head, "I can't…" he said hoping Draco would understand just how urgently aroused he was.
Draco only nodded and knelt down. The half smile, half smirk on his lips did not falter. Harry could not contain his moan as he felt Draco's tongue slide through the sweet cream and slowly reveal one long stripe of his hardened organ. Draco's tongue didn't pause, instead it continued tracing patterns across Harry's aching cock until most of the cream was gone. He had left only the throbbing head un-licked. Still his tongue skirted around the sensitive head, teasing him and making him groan loudly at the torture. Draco had that small smile of gratification on his face as finally, he used his lips to slowly suck the cream off of the leaking head. It was the same smile as when he ate chocolate or cake or any other dessert really and Harry felt strong jolts of ecstasy flowing up his spine at seeing that look on Draco's face now.
After what seemed eons of torture Harry felt Draco's lips slide down around his head as he was sucked up inside of the boys hot mouth. It was so wet there and tight when Draco hollowed out his cheeks around the intrusion; sucking hard and bobbing his head. Glancing up at Harry every so often his eyes telling Harry they were enjoying this act equally. It felt so good that Harry was reduced to a puddle. A puddle of aroused and sensitive flesh that Draco knew exactly how to manipulate, but a puddle nonetheless.
It just felt so perfect. Harry was overwhelmed by just how much pleasure was surging through every inch on his body. It was just perfect; everything was perfect. Draco's hands caressing the insides of his spread thighs or gently fondling his balls. Harry had never been a fan of green before tonight; there was no place else he'd rather be than in Draco's bed while they did this. It felt so intimate; this is where Draco slept every night. The pillows even smelled like him. His hot, wet mouth; with his tongue pressing firmly against the underside of Harry's cock. While his lips squeezed tight all the way down and then back up. It was getting to be too much. Everything was too perfect. He wouldn't be able to last much longer.
"I can't take a lot more Draco." Harry gasped out and Draco looked up before gently pulling his mouth away; his hand ceasing its firm strokes on the now cream free and only slightly sticky base.
Draco pouted a little, a small line forming between his eyebrows, "Then I won't have time to go inside of you."
Harry started to apologize but honestly, he couldn't feel bad. It wasn't his fault that he was so close to coming already. It was Draco's fault. If that infuriatingly sexy blond hadn't been shirtless when he'd arrived. Or if he hadn't taken so damn long to cover his cock in cream. Or the way he had winked at him and smirked slightly as his tongue had taken so bloody long to travel up his cream coated length. They way his eyes could still glow a little, even in the dark, as he looked up at Harry from where his mouth was sinking lower and lower with each long suck.
Suddenly Draco's eyes lit up, "I've got an idea." He said smiling mischievously before crawling up Harry's body and quickly placing a warm kiss on his lips, "You still owe from that time in the bathroom you know."
Harry nodded, a new sort of pleasure filling him as he thought of being able to take Draco into his mouth. There were few things he liked more these days. Sometimes he would even crave the taste. And not just the taste, but the sounds. The sound of Draco moaning. The feeling of his hands raking through Harry's thick hair.
Harry was ready to agree to anything so he felt only excitement when Draco turned his body around so that his waist was by Harry's face while his head was still down at Harry's cock. Harry wasted no time in grabbing the top of Draco's pajama bottoms and pulling them down and off for him. Once Harry had successfully removed the clothing from Draco's long legs he smiled at the fully engorged length standing proud between Draco's legs.
He took hold of it in his hand and he heard Draco gasp. Already he was feeling pride swelling up inside of him. He loved that he could make what was once a cold and angry Slytherin gasp and blush and moan. Harry didn't wait, not only did he have a rather swollen and needy organ that was rushing him to bring them both to completion, but Draco had apparently really been getting off on sucking cream from Harry's cock because his own member was already beading moisture. Harry couldn't resist leaning in and licking it off. The responding low groan was enough to encourage him to do more than just taste.
Harry immediately sucked the head into his mouth making a low sound of pleasure in the back of his throat. He with one hand he squeezed the thick length before beginning to stroke with his tight fist. Draco was moaning loudly before it seemed he remembered why they were in this position. Harry groaned loudly into his mouthful of Draco as he felt warm lips envelop him again. He was at a weird angle to thrust his hips forward but he couldn't help trying. It just felt so perfect, he wanted to be deeper in that perfect heat.
Harry wasn't sure he liked this whole 69-ing thing. It was nice but there were things about it that he just didn't like. Firstly, the only sounds he heard, though the vibrations rocked straight through his body, were muffled and there were no hands in his hair. He couldn't look up and see Draco's face. And he couldn't concentrate on either act as much as he'd like to. He was trying to split what little use he had of his mind left between technique for his mouth and pleasure from his cock and he couldn't give all of his attention to either.
But of course there were things that he absolutely loved about this position that he wasn't sure he'd ever want to give up again. He was enjoying two of his favorite things for once, and even though his mind was totally overwhelmed and couldn't concentrate very well on either, it was all pleasureful. He was full of only ecstasy. And he loved the feeling of Draco moaning into him. He loved the feeling of the shivers in his muscles. And he loved that his hands were free to explore parts of Draco he'd previously been unable too. He let one of his hands travel back from where it'd been fondling Draco's heavy balls and he felt his way past the smooth skin to the wrinkled entrance he knew was hiding there.
Draco's entire body jolted but he gave no objection so Harry continued. As he relaxed his throat and tried to swallow a little more of Draco. He used the slickness of his saliva to lubricate his finger as he gently prodded the opening but he didn't push it in. He thought that would be going too far. But the fantasies he'd had of being inside of Draco's body were running rampant in his mind. Here it was, the place he wanted to plunge himself so badly that sometimes, it seemed nothing else would ever satisfy him.
Harry's limited mental facilities switched their attention back to where Draco was sucking at his cock with abandon and Harry felt he couldn't hold it a moment longer. He was simply so close and Draco's mouth was just so good. And then Harry tasted a little more of what he knew was Draco's come. They were both close but Harry was trying to resist just a little longer to make sure he wasn't too early. It was torture but he held his orgasm as long as he could until finally the fire in his belly would not be ignored. He exploded deep into Draco's throat. He felt like he couldn't breath and he was moaning and gripping Draco's legs tight as his orgasm rocketed it's way out of his body.
He forgot to be prepared for Draco to come in his mouth and he nearly choked on the hot spray of semen that coated his throat. But he managed to get control of his body enough to swallow. He heard and felt when Draco's mouth popped off of his cock. The blond was breathing hard and still quietly moaning before finally, and with a tiny bit of sadness, Harry released Draco's softening member. He licked a bit at the head for any remnants of sticky fluid before he let go completely and lay back.
Draco struggled up to his hands and knees and righted himself in the bed, collapsing next to Harry and lightly kissing his lips. They smiled and chuckled weakly, each of them still unable to fully take in all that had happened in the past 45 minutes. Harry's entire body felt heavy and weak. He could hardly lift his hand to push the sweat dampened locks of blond hair from Draco's forehead.
Draco's smiled wide, "That was fun." He whispered, his voice sounding raspy from taking Harry so deep into his throat.
"It was interesting." Harry replied before clearing his throat, "Where did you learn to conjure whipped cream?"
"You kidding? That was one of the first spells I ever learned." Draco replied before snuggling into Harry's arms.
Harry kissed his forehead and help Draco tight against him. Their bodies just seemed to fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle.
"Do you mind if I sleep here?" Harry asked.
"'Course not. It'll be hard to sneak outta here tomorrow. But I want you to stay." He said with a yawn.
"You're tired. Sleep." Harry said.
Draco shook his head, "Can't. We still need to talk."
"We'll talk later. You still have that test tomorrow."
Draco groaned and squeezed Harry a little tighter, "Fuck…" he whispered, "Yeah, lets sleep."
Harry was beginning to feel more and more like a coherent person as he lay there, gently running his fingers through Draco's soft hair. It took less than five minutes for Draco to fall asleep and Harry could only smile. For as tough as Draco could act sometimes, it was times like these that Harry was reminded how cute he was.
Tonight, felt like a good night. Harry felt himself slowly slip down into sleep and for the first time in what felt like forever, he was not tormented by any dreams.
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