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Students left in the carriages to go to the Hogwarts Express, but Draco, Hermione, Ron, and I were still at the castle. We stood in just inside the gates waiting for Lupin so we could go to Grimmauld Place. Hermione was badgering Ron with frantic doubts about her exam answers. Draco hovered at my side, as close as he could be without actually touching me. He grabbed my hand when the gate creaked opened but pulled away looking embarrassed when Lupin entered.
Dumbledore stood and shrunk our trunks. He put them in some pocket hidden somewhere in his flourish of robes. I wonder how many pockets are in that thing? He could probably hide all the Order in there and surprise the hell out of the Death Eaters. "We are going to 12 Grimmauld Place," he stated clearly for Draco. "Remus, you take those two." He gestured at me and Draco. We all stepped outside the gates.
"Hello, boys," Lupin said as he indicated that we should grab his arms. Apparating. I hate that feeling. I grabbed his left arm. Draco hesitated. I watched him as we heard Dumbledore POP away with Ron and Hermione. Draco still didn't take Lupin's arm.
"Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if you held Harry's hand as well?" Lupin suggested. Draco did another of his fish impressions before agreeing. He grabbed my hand firmly before setting a hand on Lupin's other arm. With that uncomfortable squeezing feeling that always comes with Apparating, we popped away and into Grimmauld Place. Dumbledore was already gone.
"What took you so long?" Ron exclaimed when we got there like it'd taken us an extra 2 hours instead of 2 minutes.
"I had to tie my shoe," I told him.
"To Apparate?"
"I didn't want it to get sucked off my foot in the Apparation vortex."
"Apparation can't suck your shoes off, Harry," Ron choked out in laughter.
"Shut up. I was raised by Muggles."
"Well, if you've finished," Lupin said with a smile, "All the way at the top of the stairs. Hermione on the left. Harry, Ron, and Draco, on the right. Don't go in the other rooms. We've had problems. It seems Kreacher has misplaced his housekeeping skills. Oh, and the loo up there is okay. Dumbledore left your trunks in the living room. I have things to do. See you for dinner."
Lupin headed into the kitchen. Hermione and I went toward our trunks, but Ron and Draco didn't follow. Hermione and I turned back to find Ron staring at Draco who was only a few steps behind us. His jaw was clenched, and I could see that he was upset. He gave Hermione a bored look and went over to his trunk.
"I am NOT sharing a room with him," Ron growled.
"Ron," Hermione sighed. I snorted.
"Being queer isn't contagious, Weasley. You all can argue about this. I am going upstairs."
Draco went upstairs with his trunk. Hermione called Ron an idiot. I asked him what his problem was. He wouldn't tell me, but he adamantly yelled that there was 'no way in hell' that he was sharing a room with 'fruitcake Ferret-face.' Now that Ron was working on leaving, I was going to do my best to help him, no matter how much Hermione wanted him to stay.
"Draco's right, isn't he?" I taunted.
"WHAT?" Ron exploded.
"You're both fucking idiots," Hermione muttered, grabbing her trunk. Ron and I both paused to stare at her. Hermione said 'fucking'? I imagine we'll be crucified later. She went upstairs, and Ron and I resumed our fight.
"You're afraid to catch queer. Don't worry about it, Ron. I'm sure you're as straight as I used to think I was. You won't wake up one morning and find yourself hard as hell from dreaming about cock. It doesn't happen that way…except when it does."
He hollered something about going to the Burrow while I headed up the stairs. I yelled a loud "Fuck you" over my shoulder. I stomped up the stairs, satisfied that there was no way he was sleeping with us now. The only open door was ours, but Draco wasn't in there. I sat down on one of the beds to wait. I started to get worried when he didn't come back after a few minutes. I heard a knocking in the hall and looked out the door to see Hermione.
"Harry? Draco? Are you almost done? I'm hoping to take a shower before dinner."
"Draco's in there," I told her, walking out into the hallway.
"I think he's crying," she whispered. She went back to her room and closed the door, leaving me alone facing the closed door.
"Draco?" I called. I didn't get an answer so I tried the door. It was unlocked. I opened it slowly. Draco was sitting on the floor, shirt off, holding his knees to his bare chest. "Draco? What's wrong?" I asked, kneeling beside him. Draco traced the thick X on his shoulder and shook his head.
"Ron's not staying. It's just us in there. He doesn't have to know. No one has to know. Put your shirt back on. Hermione wants a shower before dinner. And I want to see if our bedroom door closes."
Draco did, smiling. We went into our room to discover that the door does, in fact, close properly. When Draco pulled me onto the bed, I expected to be kissed. He put his head on my shoulder instead. I held him until Lupin came to get us for dinner.
Draco looked well put-together when we went downstairs. Arthur Weasley was with Ron and Hermione in the kitchen when Lupin, Draco, and I joined them. Mr. Weasley gave us an update on non-super-secret Order business, which mostly meant that we got to hear the news. Hermione asked a billion questions, and Draco even asked a few. Ron shoveled food into his mouth while staring at his plate. Ron must have already had a chat with Mr. Weasley (though I'll bet the content was a little different in the retelling) because when he went to leave, Ron followed with no reaction from Mr. Weasley but a shake of the head. Hermione said her goodbyes to Mr. Weasley but pointedly ignored Ron. Hermione was still irked with me, but she at least gave me a nod before she went to bed.
"Professor Lupin," Draco started quietly.
"I'm not your professor anymore, Draco. Just Lupin will do."
"Will people be…visiting while I'm here?"
"Yes. Sometimes people come and go, and there will be a big to-do on Christmas."
"What happens to me when people are here?"
"You have to stay upstairs. I'm sorry, Draco."
"I understand."
Draco and I went upstairs and closed the door to our room. He flopped backward onto the bed. I pulled his shoes off for him and kicked off my own before flopping down next to him. His pale skin practically glowed in the dusky light coming through the window. He idly trailed his fingers up and down my arm.
"I know this is hard for you," I told him.
"Make me," he said back.
"Make you what?"
"Hard. Make me hard. Make me forget. Make me feel. Make me safe."
I rolled onto him so he was squished into the mattress. I licked at his smiling lips before slipping my tongue into his mouth. I didn't know if he wanted a whirl-wind frenzy of distraction or the safety of a slow I-love-you-but-can't-say-it. We had our own room and the whole night, and he answered my unasked question. His tongue slowly pushed against mine. He rubbed his hands gently up and down my back. I pushed my weight off him with my left hand and put my right on his hip. He struggled to get his arms between us so he could unbutton his shirt. He flipped us over and pulled me to my feet. I laughed as I crashed into him trying to get my balance.
"Anything to get you closer to me," he grinned, yanking my shirt off. I pushed his from his shoulders. He tugged my trousers open and dropped to his knees when he pushed them down. He helped me step out of them and pulled my socks off. He wrapped fingers around my cock and made to put it in his mouth, but I stopped him.
"Come up here. This is about me making you feel safe."
"Maybe knowing that you trust me makes me feel safe."
"Maybe I want to hold you in my arms and look into your eyes."
He chucked his socks and trousers and stood up. He hooked his arms around my neck. "Maybe I want that, too."
I laid him gently back on the bed. He kept his arms around my neck, and I once again put my right hand on his hip. I slid that hand under his thigh and wrapped his leg around my waist. He groaned as our cocks pressed together then captured my lips in a feisty kiss. He turned his head away, gasping.
"Harry…Harry, please."
"What do you want, Draco?" I asked, kissing his neck. I pressed my hips down against his, making him moan.
"Do we…have…lube?" he panted.
"Don't know where," I whispered into his ear.
"Suck me. Take care of me."
I licked a solid trail down his chest and stomach. He dropped the leg that was around me as I moved down. His knees spread apart. I eagerly, albeit sloppily, tongued at his erection. I circled my hand around the base and slicked up one of my fingers as I sucked him. He must not have notice because when I moved that now-wet finger back, he practically jumped out of his skin.
I pulled my mouth away so I could ask, "Is this okay?"
"Yes. Just…"
"Just what?"
"Careful."
"Always."
I watched his face as I slowly pushed my finger in, watching for discomfort. He gave a groan of pleasure. Satisfied that I wasn't hurting him, I went back to enthusiastically sucking his cock. He moaned obscenities as I pushed that finger in and out. I didn't know how much longer a spit-slick finger would be comfortable, so I tried to gently hurry. I curled my finger and tongued the slit at the head of his cock. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and held my head down. I concentrated on breathing through my nose as his legs spread a little farther apart. I trailed the fingers of my unoccupied hand along his hip bone and then lightly over his balls. His hips jerked, and my throat spasmed when he pushed past my gag-reflex. I choked convulsively as he spurted come down my throat. He let go of his grip on my hair. When I sat up, I held a hand over my mouth until I could swallow it all down. I crawled up next to him.
"Kiss me," he panted.
"But I just…my mouth has your…"
"It's going to happen sooner or later. Might as well be now," he said, lips descending onto mine. His now-soft cock was pressed against my thigh. It was weird to think of him tasting his come in my mouth, but I didn't think about it for long. He had his fingers wrapped around my cock. Every time his thumb skimmed across the head the fingers of his other hand pinched at one of my nipples. I moaned shamelessly into his mouth.
I whimpered pitifully as I threw a leg over his hip. I felt my balls slap against him every time I thrust up into his hand. His tongue moved with every thrust of my hips, and there was no other word for it, he was tongue-fucking my mouth. My fingers dug into his shoulders and my body tightened as I came.
"You make me safe," I whispered, brushing the hair from his forehead and kissing it.
TBC. Thanks to teentypist for keeping me in line and catching my imagination when it got away from me. To everyone, I appreciate the reviews and the recommendations.