So I always write a note in advance to actually posting, when I do my read through and right now ff . net is being a pain in the arse and I'm just hoping it's going to be fixed by tomorrow.
I really should have been writing more than I have but I just haven't. On the plus side, I've figured out how I'm going to end it in a way I'm going to be happy with and a way that I think will fit the story.
Now, even though I have written in different fandom's before I haven't wrote a whole lot of smut. I sometimes find it awkward to write, considering I am a female and don't exactly have the right equipment to know how it feels to be a guy with another guy, no matter how much research I do. However, Draco/Harry was surprisingly easy and has now come to be second nature to me now. This may be a bit shaky to begin with though, just to warn you. Also, sorry if I missed any mistakes it took me a good two hours to sort this as I was watching Brokeback Mountain at the same time. Useless piece of information but whatever.
If you have any one shot requests or anything just ask and If it's something I'm open to I may consider it.
And remember my poll for which fanfic I'm going to do next, it's still pretty close. I close it when I've finished writing this, giving me time to write a few chapters in advance before I finish posting this.
One last thing, I wrote a one shot that I have now been able to post called When the day met the night. So you can check that out if you want.
I know, I talk too much. Enjoy.
Part 25
"Hey Harry," Hermione's voice said quietly from behind Harry as he sat at one of the tables in the common room, frowning over his charms essay. She ruffled the hair on top of his head and sat down next to him. He smiled and pushed his essay away, knowing due to instinct that she wanted to talk.
"Hey, what's up 'Mione?" He asked as he rubbed at one eye and glanced at his watch with the other, it wasn't long after dinner.
"We've barely seen you all day. You been hiding from us?" she asked with a small smile as she pulled Harry's half finished essay towards her at the same time.
"I could ask you the same question, you were the ones that didn't turn up for lunch or dinner, where is Ron just now anyway?" Harry asked peering around the room for the other half of Hermione that isn't normally far away from her, but seeing no sign of his best friend.
"I'm actually not sure, Seamus and Dean dragged him off somewhere probably to do something that I certainly wouldn't agree with, so I don't really want to know," Hermione said with a small shrug and the look of unease she usually got whenever she thought about what rules Ron could be breaking when he was not with her.
"Yeah, probably best not to know," Harry said with a laugh.
Hermione nodded, "As for not being there at lunch and dinner, I was helping Ron with that potions essay that is a week late. The consequence was skipping lunch and not getting to dinner until later," she said.
"How did you manage to get Ron to agree to skip lunch and wait for dinner?" Harry asked, a little astonished at the thought of Ron doing homework rather than eating.
"I bribed him," Hermione said as if it was something she said everyday, frowning at his essay casually. Harry raised an eyebrow and leant back from her slightly, as if to see if there were any signs that this was not the real Hermione sitting in front of him.
"Do I even want to know what you bribed him with?" Harry asked and started to notice as her face lit up in a blush. "Hermione!"
"Oh shush. You know what he's like, I had no choice and it's not like I really mind," Hermione said with another shrug as she looked back at him, meeting his eyes again, a sly smile now on her face too.
"Hermione, please, you're giving me all kinds of images I don't want to have in my head right now,"
Harry said and took his charms essay back off of her with a joking scowl.
"Speaking of which, how did it go with Malfoy last night?" Hermione asked in lowered tones and a glance around her as an afterthought. There was no one particularly close to them to over hear anything so Harry felt comfortable enough to smile in response.
"Pretty well," Harry nodded and his grin grew as he thought about their kisses both from last night and earlier today. His stomach was flip flopping at the thought of what was going to happen later on that night.
"Really? Ron said you had to shower this morning," Hermione said with a frown, her fingers were fidgeting and wringing together of their own accord as if she was subconsciously nervous about the outcome of Harry and Draco's relationship. If she was honest with herself, she was nervous about it. All she wanted was for Harry to be happy, and if that was with Draco then so be it, she, Ron and everyone else would have to deal with it.
"Yeah, we didn't really get round to the bath thing," Harry said and scratched at the back of his neck.
"You-? You mean-?" Hermione started, her eyes widening to the size of saucers and Harry quickly shook his head to direct her off of that train of thought.
"No. We were interrupted," Harry said. Hermione's left eyebrow quirked up as if she didn't think that it was a very believable explanation.
"So when you say it went well...? Do you mean that you sorted your differences out and you're back to friends or...something more than that?" Hermione asked. The tone of her voice screamed suspicious and curious and Harry took pride in what he was about to tell her.
"What do you think?" Harry asked with his eyebrows raised and his grin even larger than before.
Hermione smiled wide with him and opened her mouth to say something before shutting it again and throwing her arms around his neck. She held on tight and Harry was a little taken aback by her enthusiasm as he tried to brush her hair out of his face.
"If I knew you were going to be this happy about it then I would have told you sooner," Harry mumbled as she broke away. Her expression was calmer, and not quite as excited as a few seconds ago, but the grin on her face was unmistakable.
"It's just- I can see that you're happy and that makes me happy, even if the cause is Malfoy," she said and rolled her eyes at the thought, but Harry could tell by the glint in her eyes that she didn't really mind that fact any more.
Harry continued to grin and patted Hermione's shoulder. "It's nice to know that someone is happy for me. Could we keep this between us for now though? We don't think it's very wise that we go public for now,"
"Are you going to tell Ron?" Hermione asked immediately and began to adopt that look of apprehension and warning on her face, that told Harry that he better tell Ron or she would have something to say about it.
"Yes, of course I'm going to tell him," Harry said and it was now his turn to roll his eyes jokingly. She scowled at him and crossed her arms across her chest. "I meant don't tell anyone else, we don't need anyone else knowing until we know it's worth it,"
Hermione nodded and Harry expected her smile to reappear but it didn't. She kept silent and was inspecting him carefully and Harry could see the clogs turning behind her eyes, in her head. It was a familiar look that Harry had seen many times before but still could not have any hope of understanding or figuring out.
"What?" Harry asked with a small frown, wondering what was going through her mind and what kind of conclusion she had come to concerning what he had said.
"It's just- no it's nothing. Forget it," Hermione said with a shake of her head as if to rid her from her thoughts and she plastered on a weary smile.
"Hermione," Harry said warningly. Her smile faltered and she let out a small sigh and began to cringe instead.
"I just- I never really thought about the public and the press. Yes I thought about the fact that you were going to be friends and that going to the press, but never this. I guess I just thought about everyone in Hogwarts finding out and not anyone else, that, that's as long as it was going to last," Hermione said. She buried her face in her hands as soon as she was finished.
"Nice to see you have faith in the relationship, Hermione. Thanks," Harry said, only half teasing. It was a little disconcerting that Hermione thought that way, even if he didn't necessarily believe it. If she thought that what would everyone else think? He knew it was a bit early to be thinking that way but the idea was there now, and he knew it would be hard to get rid of.
"I know it sounds horrible but I didn't really mean it like that. I just hadn't thought that far ahead, I'm sorry Harry. If it's any consolation the mental image I got was a very nice one. You were very happy," Hermione said with a weak smile and a clasp of one of Harry's hands with both of hers.
"It's okay Hermione, I know you didn't mean it. It's okay," Harry said with an equally weak smile. Hermione nodded, looking only a slightly bit more relieved than before. "Look, I better get this charms essay finished now, or I'll never do it. I'll see you later, unless of course you want to help?" Harry asked, gesturing to his half finished essay and with hope in his voice at the end of the sentence.
"I don't think that's a good idea, do you? How are you possibly going to do well in your NEWT's if you need me to-"
"Alright, forget I asked," Harry cut her off quickly before she went on for a further five minutes like the majority of her rants tended to do. Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes before she muttered something about never learning and left him to it. Harry tried his best to focus on the parchment in front of him so he could finish it and have a clear head for later on when he met Draco. That was enough of a persuasion for him to knuckle down.
Harry was that cautious about being late that he ended up being a good fifteen minutes early to the bathroom instead. He didn't really mind that he was early as it gave him some extra time to prepare himself. It didn't help however that he spent the first five minutes upon entering the bathroom debating about whether to get in the bath now or wait for Draco and get in then. He eventually decided to get in straight away. That was where they were going to end up eventually anyway and this way, he'd be able to comfortably watch Draco undress, without having to worry about undressing himself.
He couldn't keep the smile from his face as he filled the bath and stripped off his clothes. Even though his insides were squirming and he felt like he was about to throw up, he was relatively calm on the outside, completely steady. He was only nervous because he wasn't sure how far they were going to go tonight and whether he would be able to do it right.
He didn't have much time to prepare himself after getting into the bath as the door swung open and Draco strutted- yes strutted- in, casually smiling. Harry let out a breath he hadn't thought he was still holding on to and attempted to smile back through the squirming in his stomach.
"Hey," Draco said, dumping his bag on the floor next to the sinks and starting to unbutton his shirt immediately.
"Hi," Harry said, his voice not quite as strong and stable as he would have liked. If he was honest with himself he sounded like a fifteen year old girl fawning over her first love. It obviously wasn't something he was proud of.
"I take it you were taking no chances with being late," Draco said with a smirk and a lazy glance at Harry through his eyelashes. Harry just grinned and noticeably let his eyes travel down Draco's naked chest. Draco raised an eyebrow and teasingly let a hand travel slowly down to his belt buckle. Harry snapped his eyes back to Draco's face and gulped before turning away with his face burning.
"Liking what you can see huh?" Draco asked. Harry ignored him, refusing, flat out refusing to look over to him, focusing instead on the stained glass windows next to and behind him. The Mermaid was flicking her hair and fluttering her eyelids in Draco's direction.
It only took a few more minutes for the water to ripple and move around Harry the bubbles bobbing. The heat on Harry's face was overwhelming, he'd never blushed so hard before. They'd shared however many baths before, why was it so embarrassing now?
"So...about making up your lateness the other night to me," Draco said. Harry glanced across, only a few centimetres in front of him at Draco and saw the gentle smile on his face and couldn't help how he melted into the decision of doing whatever Draco wanted him to do.
"What did you have in mind?" Harry asked. Draco bobbed his way over, closer to Harry where he was leant up against the side of the bath. Harry had his elbows supporting himself and as soon as he was close enough Draco made sure to trap Harry by putting a hand on either side of Harry to support himself. Their feet and legs grazed each others under the water as they tried to keep themselves afloat.
"I think you can probably already guess," Draco said. Harry's breath caught in his throat just as Draco pressed their lips together, their bodies following suit shortly after. The erection pressing into Harry's thigh was unmistakable.
Draco was in control. His arms were not budging from their make shift prison and his body was not easing up on pressing in on Harry. If he was honest, Harry didn't really mind a bit, he kind of liked it Of course he could never just let that happen all the time. He'd have his chance to be in the driver's seat, so to speak.
Harry threw out his dispositions and nervousness, focusing completely on the kiss and its heat and passion, the sensations of the water around them and scents of the bubble bath that had become so familiar. He brought his right leg up and wrapped it around Draco's waist. Draco responded by entwining one hand with one of Harry's and bucking his hips forward ever so slightly.
Harry broke the kiss to gasp and pant, getting air back into his lungs. He found his eyes were still closed from when he had promptly closed them at the beginning of their kiss and opened them again to look at Draco in front of him. He was grinning and one of his hands that was trapping Harry in front of him came up and gripped Harry's shoulder.
"Is this too much? Too soon?" Draco asked quietly, clearly being able to sense the slight tenseness in Harry, he was just extremely nervous, that's all.
"No. Just- never done this. Er. Before," Harry said, avoiding his gaze and becoming even redder than he already was from his arousal.
Draco smiled, not that Harry could see this as he was determinedly avoiding his eyes, and raised his other hand into Harry's hair, tugging slightly to get their lips to meet again. Harry went more than willingly along with this. Draco didn't need to tell him he was okay with Harry's nerves as the kiss and his gentle and tender fingers reassured him completely.
There was nothing that Harry could do apart from hold on and keep them both a float with the arm supporting them on the edge of the pool and the leg wrapped around Draco's waist. Meanwhile Draco's fingers and hands were wandering and palming slowly across Harry's body. Harry tensed when his hand got dangerously close to his cock. Draco's fingers rubbed tenderly at the back of Harry's neck as if he already knew that was the spot that would get him to relax again while his other hand finally took the plunge and gently grasped around the hot wet flesh of Harry's dick.
Harry broke the kiss and pressed his cheek against Draco's, panting short and sharp into his ear. Draco, without missing a beat pressed kisses down the side of Harry's face and neck to the shoulder while his hand moved slowly and gently stroking. Harry could barely believe that this was happening and all he could do was strap himself in and go along for the ride.
The pleasure that was coursing through him clouded any thoughts of repaying Draco in any way shape or form yet and all he could do was make sure he was holding them both up and keep them from sinking. Draco was gentle and slow with his strokes and probably thanks to the water his hand felt like silk and made the sensations feel even stronger. Harry's hips started to find it even more difficult to remain still the longer Draco stroked and tugged and the closer he got to the edge.
"Let it out Potter. Moan, groan, scream. No one can hear you apart from me. Call my name, Potter..." Draco whispered into Harry's ear. Harry's leg tightened around Draco's waist and his fingers dug into Draco's upper arms. Draco's hand sped up a little more and his thumb flicked over the slit of Harry's cock.
"Argh," Harry was unable to keep quiet much longer, especially while Draco was doubling his actions with dirty talk.
"That's it, now say it," Draco muttered. His own breathing was ragged and disjointed and Harry realised his hips were rolling against his thigh.
"D-Draco," Harry panted just as the man himself squeezed, twisted, tugged and flicked all at the same time on Harry's cock, successfully bringing Harry right over the edge. Harry snapped his hips forward and his head back as the orgasm took control of his body and wiped his mind blank. He couldn't remember the last time he had come that hard or that fast before, if ever. At that point he couldn't even remember his name.
As he slowly and surely came down from his orgasmic high he found Draco panting against his shoulder, his lips pressing small half arsed kisses against the skin. Harry threaded his fingers through the hair at the nape of Draco's neck, it was damp and he was unsure if that was because of the bath water or sweat.
"Did you-? Have you-?" Harry asked, his timid voice coming back now he wasn't in the middle of orgasmic bliss.
"Most definitely," Draco mumbled against Harry's shoulder and after a second lifted his head to express a lopsided grin in Harry's direction. Harry frowned and didn't respond to the kiss Draco left on his lips, too taken aback to register it.
"Without even-?"
"Without even." Draco confirmed with a hint of smugness.
"Huh," Harry concluded and glanced over Draco's shoulder, to focus on nothing, with a small smile of his own.
"Potter, are you aware that you spoke in parseltongue when you came?" Draco asked with one raised eyebrow.
"Er, no. I didn't- I didn't realise," Harry said and then narrowed his eyes at Draco. "Was that what- er- made you-?"
"Oh yes," Draco said without missing a beat. He pressed their lips together again and this time Harry was quick to respond.
"I think we should probably get out. I don't fancy bathing with my own come," Draco said once they had broke apart again. Harry hadn't thought of it that way up until then and found himself quick to agree.
They both got out of the water without trepidation about seeing each other naked, who would considering what they had just done with each other? Of course that didn't mean Harry was going to hesitate in grabbing his towel and wrapping it around himself as quickly as possible. Draco wasn't quite as self conscious as he took his time in openly drying himself giving Harry a nice view of his arse.
They dressed in silence and facing away from one another. The smile on Harry's face was partly due to the post orgasmic bliss he was in and mainly due to the situation. He hadn't felt this completely happy in a long time, and he owed it all to Draco. Draco was in much the same position and wasn't even going to attempt to hide his smile, for he knew he had no chance of doing it convincingly.
"So, am I forgiven?" Harry asked slowly as he let the water out of the bath, his back to Draco as he was unsure if he had finished getting dressed or not, as he felt he probably was a lot quicker at covering up than Draco was.
"Hmm, I'm not sure, do you think you deserve to be?" Draco asked close behind him and in the next moment he felt hands on his hips and a pointy chin on his shoulder.
"I thought you would have been the judge of that," Harry said, one hand meeting Draco's on his hip and the other just hanging loosely by his side.
"Well, to be quite honest Potter, I did do all the work..." Draco trailed off. Harry rolled his eyes, he knew Draco would make it seem that way. He should have known better than to even ask. Although, he couldn't complain too much considering he knew exactly what this would mean.
"So I still have some work to do then?" Harry asked. Draco pressed his body closer against Harry's so that he was flush against him, moulding to the shape of Harry's back as if he belonged there. Harry shuddered and shoved the thought aside. It was too soon for thoughts like that. Far too soon.
"If you're still willing," Draco murmured.
"More than," Harry said and turned in Draco's arms to plant a sudden kiss on his lips. The taste was just the same as before, but it felt stronger, more distinctive, familiar even. Harry wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to that.
Draco tore himself away from the kiss and stepped back, blinking quickly with a lopsided grin on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow Potter," he nodded once and hesitantly stepped away and across the bathroom, quick enough to cause a draft. Harry was a little taken aback at the suddenness of his departure to begin with but quickly realised it was probably for the best before they ended up never leaving.
Harry glanced around after picking up his towel to make sure they weren't leaving anything behind before he slung on the invisibility cloak and departed seconds after Draco.