Chapter Twenty-One
"Are you certain you heard him say that?" Hermione asked for the third time as she sat on the end of Harry's bed. The whole dormitory was listening in, though some were pretending not to be, as they busied themselves for bed.
Harry nodded dazedly. "But…I don't get it. If he loves you why would he leave you like that?" Ron questioned. None of it made sense to him. The eight year old bond, the reasoning Draco gave him for leaving, none of it.
"Malfoy was doing what Malfoys never do," a voice from the doorway piped up. Ginny sauntered in, her hands on her hips as she smiled sadly at Harry, shoving her brother over to sit beside him. "Malfoy was being a martyr. He was doing what he thought was best for you and not for himself for once."
"Then why did he get so mad about being unable to bond with somebody else?"
Ginny frowned and shrugged. "That's something you're going to have to ask him yourself."
Shaking his head vigorously, he gave his silent denial. "Ginny's right," Hermione said softly. "The only way any of this will make sense is if you sit down and have a talk with Draco. You have to work everything out – I'm not saying you have to be with him again!" she said hurriedly in response to Harry's accusing glance.
"I don't want to ever see him again," Harry muttered.
"You can lie to yourself but you can't lie to us, mate," Seamus grinned as he appeared at the end of Harry's bed. "Malfoy might be a rotten bastard but there's no denying he made yah happier than I've ever seen yah in eight years!"
"Seamus has a point. You were really happy, Harry," Ron agreed.
"You can't possibly be telling me to get back together with him after what he did to me, can you?!" Harry spluttered disbelievingly.
Ron put up his hands in defense. "No! Not at all! You have to make him pay for that still! But," his hands dropped and he smiled sincerely, "He did make you happy. I think that at least deserves a conversation."
Hermione looked about to burst into tears, gazing between her best friend and her boyfriend. "Ron, that's so mature of you!" she squealed hugging him and then turning to Harry, her face freshly wet, she buried her face in his chest. "And you! You were already bound to him before I-I did anything to muck it up! Oh Harry! You have to go and talk to him you just have to!" she cried.
As much as he wanted to defy them, as much as Harry still felt like crawling into a hole for a little while, at least until NEWTs were over, he knew that he did have to find Draco and talk to him. However, the hard part was going to be Harry deciding what specifically he wanted to talk to Draco about.
XXXX
It was Wednesday afternoon and the last class of the day. Most of the students were relieved they were going to have a few hours free between Charms and dinner, allowing them to study for the rapidly approaching NEWTs. For Harry, however, NEWTs were far from his thoughts.
Having not heard a single word Professor Flitwick had said all lesson, Harry merely tapped his quill on his parchment. Emerald green ink splotches and dots were appearing in a strange pattern all over his page; if he looked closely enough he could make out odd pictures that were beginning to form. He thumbed the smooth body of the quill, it was still so perfect, even after being in his possession for so long. Harry had contemplated returning Draco's quill or tossing it into the Common Room fireplace, but he couldn't destroy something so beautiful.
It was strange, to think of a quill as beautiful. But it was. It reminded Harry too strikingly of Draco; not a feather out of place, not a single strand overlooked. Harry sighed and looked nervously around the room. Today was the day he promised Ron and Hermione (and himself) that he was going to ask Draco to talk. Their strategy of avoiding one another was falling apart. Blaise and Pansy seemed to be walking Draco through the corridors more hurriedly than ever before, persistently turning down barely used corridors just to avoid walking past Harry. Harry didn't blame them. Just on Monday he and Draco had accidentally bumped into one another. Everybody in the corridor had slowed to a near halt to watch the interaction; they fumbled with their fallen books and made certain their eyes never met. But when their hands had touched, as Draco had to return Harry's Magick Moste Evil textbook to him, they both felt it; like a jolt shooting through them.
Ron knocked Harry's elbow at his side, nearly making him topple off his chair. "What's up mate, you okay?"
"No," he said truthfully, his mouth dry, "Class is almost over and I still don't think I can do it."
"Me mam always told me that the more you think about what you wanna say, the worse it's gonna come out!" Seamus whispered from behind Harry, winking as he turned to see him.
Harry sighed and slumped over on his desk, mumbling, "Gee. That makes it so much easier."
Seamus shrugged and returned to the lesson as Ron looked concernedly at his best friend. "It'll be fine. What's the worst that can happen?" At the dark look Harry shot Ron he shut himself up and also turned his attention back towards Professor Flitwick.
Too soon the lesson was dismissed and Harry hurried to put his things in his bag. He really didn't comprehend just how nervous he truly was until he was standing and making his way quickly three rows back to where Draco was gathering his things alongside Blaise. Upon his approach, Blaise noticed him first and his mouth pulled into a tight, thin line. "Potter," he greeted.
At his name being spoken, Draco immediately tensed but took his time packing his things before dragging his eyes slowly up to meet Harry's. It had been the first time they really looked at one another since their conversation after meeting with the Knights; and it was immediately electric. Swallowing heavily, Harry began to speak, unaware of how much his voice was trembling. "Are you – I mean, if you're not up to anything right now – bugger," he swore at his own sudden linguistic inadequacies.
Draco fought the urge to smirk at Harry's stumbling and spoke smoothly despite his inner turmoil. "Would you like to take a walk, Harry?" he offered.
Smiling thankfully, Harry swept out of the classroom with another short look at Blaise. Draco was a few steps behind Harry in the busy corridor and to anyone else it didn't appear as if they were walking together. In silence Harry led Draco down a few flights of stairs and down the corridors until they reached their old dormitory once again. Harry didn't have to look behind himself to see Draco was still there, patiently waiting for him to stop and speak to him.
"Sir Ferguson, Sir Cowper," Harry greeted the only two Knights present in the portrait at the moment. They saluted him as per usual. "I know it's not our dormitory any longer, and I know we haven't a password but would you mind if we went inside for a little while?"
The Knights looked at one another and nodded. "No impending guests today, Sir Potter, the room is yours," Sir Ferguson bowed ever so slightly, the portrait swinging open.
"Mum's the word," they both heard Sir Cowper add as they stepped inside.
"Harry, I am glad you-"
"No, let me get out what I need to," Harry said quickly, looking at Draco who was sitting down on his old armchair, watching Harry intently as he began to pace behind the couch, made him nearly lose his nerve. "I've been thinking about what everybody said, what you said were your reasons for leaving (as idiotic as they were), and I've been thinking about where I want to – what I want to do," he exhaled, his sweaty palms rubbing against one another.
"I – I don't think I want to be an Auror anymore," he blurted.
Draco blinked in befuddled surprise. "What? But you have always wanted to be an Auror! Besides, the Ministry would promote you upon hire! Harry, are you sure you thought this through?" he asked softly, his face dripping with concern.
"Yes, I have and I know, but after everything…I've seen enough fighting for a while. I'm not saying five or ten years from now I won't want to go into training but still. Even if you're right; maybe I could never get into Auror training because of my relations to an ex-Death Eater, but maybe that's not what I want to do anymore." he said pointedly.
With a dry mouth Draco asked. "What are you going to do?"
Despite his nerves a small smile grew at the corner of his mouth. "I don't know, and I love not knowing. I don't need a job to support myself, at least not for a while. I was hoping maybe I would travel, y'know? I've never left the UK."
"Travel," Draco said somewhat distantly, "That would be lovely. Apologies, Harry, but what does any of this have to do with me?"
The nerves crept back up on him so fast he held his breath for a moment. Harry stopped pacing and leaned heavily on the couch, avoiding Draco and looked at the fire. "You have no idea how much you hurt me, Draco. Waking up to find you gone, no explanation, nothing. After everything…" Harry sighed. "I'm still angry when I think about it; when I think about you. But, even with all that anger, I still…I still love you, Draco," he confessed to him for the first time. Without even looking at him, Harry could sense the shock in his face, his tensed posture.
"Harry…gods, you know how I feel about you but that does not change anything. If you are with me you can never have any freedom. You will never be able to get into the Auror training program even if you wanted to. You would be with a Death Eater."
"No, I'd be with Draco Malfoy," Harry corrected, glancing over at him seriously. "This is my decision I am making for myself, stop trying to make decisions for me. People have made choices for me my entire life and I won't take it anymore, especially not from you."
Draco sat silently for a moment, Harry's words weighing heavily upon him. "What choice are you making then?" he asked quietly after a few moments.
Harry stood up fully again, crossing his arms and frowning at Draco. "I'm doing what Dumbledore suggested. I'm doing what I want to do and what I think will make me the happiest. I'm opening the door; I'm just not ready to walk through," he explained, hoping Draco understood this.
"And when will you be?"
"When I don't feel like punching you and kissing you at the same time anymore," he mumbled, turning away from Draco now and starting back towards the portrait hole.
Draco jumped up, taking a few quick strides after him. "Wait, that's it? You cannot just say you love me, that you want to open our bond together, and then just leave! Harry, what do you want me to do?"
Harry didn't turn around, he only paused for a moment. "I want you to do whatever you think is right for you. Even if you make a decision, you still need to know how incredibly pissed off I am at you Draco. What you did…it nearly ruined me."
And Draco was suddenly alone in his old dormitory, looking longingly out the open portrait hole.
Finally willing himself back to his dormitory, Draco found Blaise and Pansy and explained everything Harry had said. "Brilliant!" Pansy exclaimed happily, she was more excited to get rid of brooding Draco than for the two of them to be reunited.
"Brilliant? How is it brilliant? I have no idea what to do now. I still stand behind my reasons, I still do not think I am good enough for Harry, he still deserves all the redheaded children he wants and the job he wants without being under inspection just because of who I was," Draco caught his breath and sat heavily down on his bed, lowering his head into his hands.
Blaise clapped him on the back as he sat beside him. "Those are choices you have to let Potter make for himself, Malfoy. Those aren't your decisions. All that matters is whether you want to be with him."
"I do. That is all I want. To be with him and make him happy," Draco said quickly, at least that much he was certain of.
"Sorry, but I'm failing to see the problem here then?" Blaise questioned.
Sighing, Draco clarified. "Harry may have said he loves me but he hates me. He even said he wanted to punch me!"
"Don't blame him," Pansy interjected, mumbling.
Draco shot her a withering glance before looking at Blaise again. "Not to mention I have no idea what he meant by wanting to open the door but not wanting to step through."
"Malfoy, when it comes to relationships I swear you have the brain of a flobberworm," Blaise muttered, ducking the swipe at his head and continuing seriously. "The bloke's pissed because you hurt him, and I can't blame him! But he's also in love with you, Salazar knows why, and wants to be with you but not till you've done something to make up for it. Rightfully so."
"No, it can't be that simple," Draco shook his head.
"It's Potter, Draco, it is that simple."
"What am I supposed to do then? Apologize?" He was so unsure of what he was supposed to do in this situation. He still didn't think he was good enough for Harry but his friends were right, that wasn't his decision to be making.
Pansy was grinning now. "Do what any girl would want you to."
"Harry's not a girl," Draco clipped.
"No but he is Scarhead and we all know how hard it is to get something through his thick head. You're going to have to do something big, a gesture, something he won't be able to deny," Pansy explained.
Blaise caught up and was smirking now, his arm pulled Draco up against him despite the blonde's efforts to part them. "You're gonna have to confess your love for Potty. Oh, I am so gonna enjoy watching this."
XXXX
Friday morning Draco had an additional spring in his step; every piece of him was perfectly conducted to elicit yearning in his mate. And yes, he had begun to refer to Harry as his mate. This couldn't fail, it simply couldn't. Harry appreciated boldness, and bravery, and most of all he appreciated his friends. Well, Draco had such a simple, easy, idea that would showcase to his mate all of those things at once. He would hand them all to him on a platter and if Harry turned them away, well, that was something Draco could not be concerned with at this moment. Instead, he had to concentrate of pinning a dazzling smile on his lips.
Blaise was continuously looking sidelong at his best friend, more nervous than Draco. "Are you sure you want to do this, Malfoy?"
"Perfectly," he clipped. "You and Pans were correct. I must do something so incredibly plebeian in thought that Harry cannot decipher it otherwise. I have to present myself to him in a way that he can only deduce I mean one thing; and that, of course, will be the thing which I mean."
Ruffling his own hair, Blaise sighed. "Well, you're certainly taking our advice quite literally."
"Are you saying I should not?" Draco returned, although Blaise's opinion mattered little at this point in time. Whether or not his friend stood behind his actions, Draco was determined to go through with his quick and precise little public act.
"Not at all, mate. I'm merely asking if you're absolutely sure that you want Potter back, at, er, full capacity," he said, unsure of how to describe it. "Jumping into the cauldron with both feet," he elaborated.
"Harry said it," Draco beamed, "The door is open, and he just cannot walk through it until I do something. This is me doing something. Lovely, there he is," his smile grew wider at the sight of Harry's messy brown hair in the entrance hall. It was just before lunch and the crowd was vast, everybody shuffling their feet to get into the Great Hall. "POTTER!" Draco bellowed suddenly, causing Blaise and the others around them to startle at the sudden increase in decibels.
Exasperatedly fingering his ear, Blaise hissed, "You could've warned a bloke!"
Sure enough at Draco's call, the golden trio turned. Harry was no longer being flanked by Hermione and Ron, merely leading them as they followed hand-in-hand towards Draco. Draco stood in the middle of the hall, knowingly blocking a few students way and ignoring their muttering displeasure at having to maneuver the crowd around him.
"Ah, Harry, just the person I needed to see," Draco's smile was absolutely steadfast. The way he was primed this morning had Harry's heart in a flutter and the best part was that Draco knew it. He nearly felt it.
"What's this about, Malfoy?" Ron rounded on him, his tone clipped and impatient.
His smile faltered, but only momentarily, before he reached out a hand to Ron. "Firstly, an apology has to be made to you. For the past eight years entirely. I should not have insulted your family so thoroughly, though at times you were a big enough troll to deserve it, Harry did not deserve to have his family insulted. Both those alive and dead," Draco said seriously. His hand still out-stretched, Ron and Hermione staring at it with slackened jaws. Harry, however, had his eyes absolutely trained on Draco's face and had crossed his arms. He was unmoving, with no discernable emotion to read, however, Draco knew he was more than just a little curious. He was paying rapt attention, his breathing slightly ragged.
"What the bloody hell are you up to?" Ron wondered, still not taking the hand.
"And to you," Draco turned to Hermione now. "You may not even be a half-blood but you certainly have more wits than those two put together. No offence, Harry, but she does," he added. He sounded way too cheerful for a Malfoy.
Blaise stood watching the whole scene blinking. This wasn't like Draco at all. Then again, neither was crawling back to an old lover. This was all for Harry. All of it, Blaise conceded. Draco wanted Harry's happiness, and his companionship, so badly that he would sacrifice a part of himself to have it. This was Draco's dignity in his apologies. He hated the Weasleys and everybody knew it. Of course he could be civil, but this? This was humility. It was the greatest thing Draco could muster to give Harry that wasn't physical.
Hermione, unlike Ron, did take his hand and shook it weakly. The corners of her mouth were curled, she was suppressing a smile. "See, clever," Draco pointed out. Hermione blushed and ducked her head.
"What's he on about?" Ron asked turning to Hermione.
Harry, however, still had his eyes boring into Draco as if he were trying to cast the Imperius Curse on him merely with his mind. "What is this?" Harry spoke at last, his voice low and curious. There was no anger. However, there wasn't much happiness in it, either.
"This is me," Draco said softly. His smile faded now as he came to face Harry earnestly. "Giving you what you want. You want me to be kind to your friends, then fine. They mean a lot to you, I understand. They are your family and have been when you had nobody else. I understand. I left you because I want to give you the best you deserve; which is everything. Your self-sacrifice and bloody acting a martyr knows no end," Draco muttered, chuckling beneath his breath.
"But that's not you," Harry said quietly. "I don't want something fake. I don't want you to be somebody you're not just to please me," he muttered, his ears were turning pink the longer he spoke. Draco could instantly tell despite his words Harry was flattered.
"I know it is fake. No offence Weasel, I just cannot seem to wrap my head around the stupidity in which is your existence," Draco drawled. Hermione quickly put her arm on her boyfriend, calming him from an outburst she knew he was beginning to fester in. "The point is, Harry, I would be willing to do that for you. To act like that, for you."
"That's not what I want," he reiterated firmly. And Gods, his eyes were absolutely piercing through Draco and he was just where he wanted him to be. So honest, so open, his heart plastered on his sleeve.
Draco took a brave step forward and pulled up the left arm of his robe. It was up to his elbow where he held it as he proudly presented his marked skin to all those watching. "Is that…?" Hermione's question died on her lips.
Ron's eyes went comically wide as he looked at his arm. The Dark Mark, which most certainly was there as they all knew and would be for eternity, was covered with black ink. Absolutely made invisible with black ink. And the black ink was made out to form another symbol instead, one that outshone the Dark Mark by far. A symbol that matched the one etched and fading on Harry's head.
Harry stared at it, as if it was taking a while to register in his head. It was a childish act of branding, it was silly and stupid. And Merlin it was funny.
Laughter welled in Harry's chest to a point where he couldn't contain it any longer. He laughed and Draco grinned mirthfully, triumphantly, at the hunching, shaking form before him. Harry was clutching onto his abdomen as the laughter rolled off of him in waves. Hermione and Ron looked concernedly between the two boys.
"I thought you would like it," Draco smirked, refusing to roll down his sleeves. Each time Harry caught a glimpse of the gigantic lightning bolt, the laughter rose up in him once again.
"Like it?" Harry choked. "You're barking, you are," he managed between laughs. Eventually he calmed himself and straightened up to the best of his ability, coughing as he did.
"It was a lark," Draco admitted, his grin fading as his lips pulled into a serious straight line once again. "But the only lark I could imagine. For Salazar's sake, Potter, I bloody want you. Perhaps I always have and merely spent seven years in perfect denial. I left you because it was best for you. Not because I wanted to. Never could I want to leave you, do you understand me? I would never want that for myself."
"So what's changed?" Harry asked, the laughter ceasing in full.
Draco gestured in Blaise's silent direction. The olive-skinned boy shrugged. "My friends were correct. Your decisions are yours to make, not mine. If you wish to be with me then why should you not? Who am I to choose what is best for you? This is me being selfish and selfless all at once," Draco explained, "This is me telling you I love you, Harry Potter. This is me stepping through the door."
Harry's eyes softened considerably at his words. "You finally get it," he whispered. "Fuck, Draco, I just want you and you bloody well just had to make it so damn difficult. You fucking hurt me so damn much –"
"For your own good!" Draco interjected quickly. He sighed. "But you get decide what is for your own good and what is not. Not me."
"Bloody hell, that's what all of this was about then?" Ron growled. "He was a bloody mess he was! You can't just waltz – "
"Shut up, Ronald," Hermione hissed underneath her breath. They were onlookers, they shouldn't be interjecting where it wasn't their place. Draco smiled at her, almost thankfully.
"Are you certain," Harry began, sucking in a deep breath, his eyes rolling over Draco from head to toe. "That you-"
"Yes," Draco breathed. It had been absolutely too long since he felt Harry's shorter, thicker form between his arms. Too long since he smelt a mixture of his musk and his shampoo. Most of all, it had been too long since he pressed his lips to his. Draco pulled Harry who allowed himself to be pulled. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him full on the mouth, and did so with absolute abandon.
The fervent kiss ended as quickly as it started.
Harry shoved Draco, his hands pushing on his chest and then his fingers ghosting across his tingling lips. The same sensations still lingered; that electric synapse that sprawled from his mouth to his jaw and down his neck. The bond felt every bit intact. Which, Harry knew it was, however, it wasn't the Animus Nexus bond any longer. It was their bond.
Draco was blinking, confused. "Harry, I do not understand," he said slowly, taking a step forward, wincing as Harry took one back. "I know I fucked up, I thought you said you wanted to open the door. Well, here I am walking through it," he said, sounding hopeful and hopeless in the same sentence.
Hermione suddenly felt as though she was intruding on a moment that wasn't hers to see. She tugged purposefully at Ron and eyed Blaise who nodded knowingly. They left without a word and Harry didn't even give them a side glance, he was concentrating solely on Draco. Intent on studying him carefully, in case he were to make a move in his direction again. Harry's eyebrows were knitted together in thought at the same time, his breathing still heavy.
"Fucked up? Draco, you left me. Which is fine, y'know, or at least it would have been if you had said one goddamn word to me. You gave me bollocks! I at least deserved an explanation," Harry's anger was coming out now, revving under his skin. This didn't surprise Draco; what had surprised him is that it took so long to show.
"You did, but I knew if I had given you one you would have argued it," Draco returned, sighing again.
"I had damn rights to have argued it!" Harry seethed. "I don't think simply walking through the door is good enough, Draco."
Draco growled, his hands suddenly gripping Harry's shoulders so hard he felt them bruising. "I am not merely walking through the door, Harry. This is me breaking that fucking door down," he said lowly. "I do not want there to be a door. Ever. Over the holidays I realized how bloody wonderful we could be together and I did not want it to end. But for you, I could end it. For you. And if I made the wrong decision I will pay the consequences for it but I will not beg any more than I already have. I will not make a fool any more than I already have! You know who I am, Harry, better than anybody else ever has."
Harry mumbled something unintelligible and Draco felt a tremor of anger ripple through him at his words. Desperate anger. "What did you just say? 'I don't know you like Blaise does'? Are you honestly thinking about that now?" Draco hissed in disbelief. His hands curled even tighter on Harry who flexed his arms against the intrusive pain. "If that is how you want to know me, I can show you. But not like this. Not now."
"Then what now?" Harry said, finally pushing against Draco's tight grip but to no avail. "What do you want; for me to scream at you till I'm raw? Forgive you?"
"The latter, preferably, but I understand that will take time," Draco sucked in a shaking breath, reeling his emotions with it as his hands loosened considerably. "I will do things that will upset you, Harry. It will always happen. And you will do things that unnerve me no end; such as eating like a common buffoon or never folding your towels or never making the bedclothes. But from now on, despite those annoyances, despite what idiotic shit I get myself into, I want to be able to always come back to you," he said purposefully.
Draco dropped his hands and surveyed the now empty hall around him, he turned his back to Harry and took a couple of steps to give them both space. "I miss being able to feel what you feel," he admitted dryly, his back still turned and his voice unobtrusive. "It sickens me how much I ache to be poking in that daft, big head of yours."
When he turned back to Harry, the brunet was rubbing the back of his neck and looking at his shoes, his cheeks were red. "Harry," he said softly. "Let me break the door."
Biting his lower lip, Harry dragged his eyes up to meet Draco's and it was such a slight nod accompanied with the drop of his eyelids, but Draco knew it was an affirmation. "Come here, then," Draco held out his arms and Harry considered it before shaking his head. "Sod off, I know you are still mad but-"
"It's not that it's just that, er," he stammered and the colour of his cheeks deepened. "C'mon," he muttered, rushing past Draco and up the winding stairs.
Draco was silent the entire way as he followed Harry. His heart was humming a loud rhythm in his ears and goosebumps mapped their way across his skin. He knew undoubtedly where Harry was leading him; and he couldn't be happier.
When they arrived at their old dormitory, the Knights did not even bother to ask for a password or to give them conversation. Sir Cowper allowed them entry after a mere once over and as soon as Draco followed Harry inside he was shoved hard up against the backside of the portrait hole. Harry ravished him entirely. He claimed his mouth in a way that stated that his were the only lips that were ever going to claim it again.
Harry's hands started on Draco's hips and slid up his sides slowly, pressing into every curve. Draco shivered into Harry, kissing him back with everything he could muster, his own hands roaming his back, his hair, the curve of his bottom.
"I'm still mad at you," Harry mumbled in between mouthfuls of his mate. "Very, very mad," he all but groaned as Draco's teeth scraped across his lower lip.
"Mm," Draco breathed into his mouth, breaking the contact and delicately working his way with his lips down Harry's jaw and to the shell of his ear. "And what are you going to do about being so mad?" he inquired.
As he felt a hand squeeze his behind and hips grind into him and oh Merlin, Draco's mouth sucked on that sensitive patch of skin between his collarbone and neck now, Harry moaned. "You're going to let me have my way," Harry said.
Draco stopped and pulled back, his breath catching. "You want to…"
"No, no! Not now, not like this, I agree with you on something for once," Harry said, shaking his head. "But the rest of you. I want that. I missed that."
"So did I," Draco smirked, pushing off the wall and grabbing Harry by the wrist as he led him to the Chesterfield.
They fumbled down onto it in a tangle of limbs, their mouths claiming each other as their own like they never had. Harry felt his anger dissipate almost entirely, all he could feel and think of was Draco's skin on his own, his breath exhaling into his mouth, his hands tugging off every particle of his clothes. "I almost forgot how hot you are," Harry muttered as Draco leaned backwards from his position on top of Harry to toss his robe and shirt to the ground.
Draco smirked and smothered Harry with himself once again, "Let us make sure neither of us ever forget that again."
As Draco kissed and sucked his way down Harry's torso, he came to the rim of his slacks and hesitated only for a moment. "Will you let me make everything up to you?"
In response, Harry looked down at Draco with clouded eyes and hoarsely spoke, "Gods yes, please do."
Smirking, Draco yanked down Harry's trousers till they were around his knees. His fingers slid up his exposed inner thigh until they met his groin where they slipped underneath his erection and cupped his bollocks. Harry inhaled sharply and propped his head up on the arm of the Chesterfield so he could watch each of Draco's ministrations. This was an apology he didn't want to miss one second of; he wanted to burn it into his memory.
Draco flicked out his tongue over the moistened head, causing Harry to shudder and grip the fabric of the Chesterfield as well as his hand which balled into a fist on the back of Draco's neck. After a few moments of teasing, Draco engulfed Harry's cock into his mouth, surrounding it with a wet warmth, his teeth accidentally scraping every once and awhile as he began a rhythmic bob. "Fuck, Draco, you're so bloody good at that," Harry's voice trembled, eyes wide with lust. At the compliment, Harry could feel his mouth on his cock curl into the best smile he could muster while otherwise preoccupied.
Their bond was reacting wildly, both well aware of it, as the contact of their skin was spreading fervently throughout their bodies. A heat unlike any other crawled under their skin, tantalizing them both. With Draco's hand working Harry's bollocks and his mouth expertly eliciting moans and the occasional jerking of hips from his mate, it didn't take long for Harry to be brought to the brink of an orgasm. Draco felt him getting closer, his cock twitching every so often in his mouth and to the back of his throat.
Draco came off of Harry and with a raw voice instructed, "Look at me while you come, Harry." Harry obliged and as Draco reclaimed him he did it with a newfound vigor.
The grip on the back of Draco's neck tightened and pushed him further down his shaft; his muscles from his toes to his shoulders all tightened at once in anticipation. Draco's eyes stared up at him, lovingly, hungrily, and expectantly. Harry cried out as he came, his back arched up off the Chesterfield as he filled Draco's throat with his come.
Propping himself up over top of Harry, swallowing the thick substance, Draco smirked down at Harry's now limp and relaxed form, his eyes half-lidded. "Fuck, that…fuck," Harry illustrated.
"I am glad you enjoyed my apology," Draco drawled, settling himself on top of Harry, his head lying at the crook of his neck where he planted a few chaste kisses.
"Enjoyed it? That's gottabe the best blowjob Hogwarts has ever seen," Harry supposed, his arms surrounding Draco. "But what about you?"
"Mm, I am perfectly content at the moment, Harry. I believe when one apologizes they are not supposed to receive an apology in return."
"Good, because you knackered me," Harry admitted with a chuckle. "Tomorrow though, after Quidditch," he said, referring to the rescheduled match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, "You're mine."
"Now, tomorrow, the next day. However you want me, I am yours, Harry."