Title: For the First time
Author: Mabu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Angst, Humor, Adult, Violence, Erotica, Supernatural.
Warning: Sexual content. Strong Language.
Disclaimer: Property of JK Rowling. Quotes from the book may be repeated in here since time is turning.
Author's note: Forgive me for that complex-plot-that-everyone-hates I've built up, but trust me, it's harder for me to swallow the bullshit-plot than you guys. Well, on the bright side, foreplay is over. I am sorry though, that I cannot write lemons in description. That's probably, because Ihavenoexperience.
So...
Chapter Ten:
No More Waiting
"I can't catch a single breath baby,
Help me now, help me now
Hurry up it's killing me the way
I need your mouth to mouth,
mouth to mouth."
Mouth to Mouth by Enrique Iglesias
Pansy blinked and stared at him when he opened the door to his room and she kept the stare fixated on him long enough till he started to feel uncomfortable.
"Pansy. What brings you here?" He questioned, stopping himself from fidgeting.
"You-" She parted her lips before she blurted: "You look different."
His lips thinned and he looked away, thinking about what he had changed about himself since he had been back in his body, but he could not find anything he had changed; he wished to change his appearance, for one. He had just left the Hospital wing, entered his new sleeping arrangements; the prefects' bedroom, and had quickly fallen asleep on his new bed. He hadn't thought about school, homework assignments, or things that should matter. Other-Draco had been taking care of them in such a way that Draco never had to worry about figuring it out on his own.
"I hope that's a compliment." Draco countered to Pansy's comment. It was actually so good to see Pansy's face that he almost felt welcomed in this cold and altered reality. He had gone for a year and half and yet, more then half of the things he had depended on had changed almost viciously.
Pansy's eyes flickered and she shook her head slowly. "No. I meant that you don't look sick. Graham told me you fainted in the locker room." then, she had a mischievous smile on her face. "And that you were naked." she snickered as Draco's eyebrows raised incredulously. Then, she waved a hand at him dismissively. "Anyway, I was wondering if you were feeling alright now. We have Double Potions in twenty minutes. If you think you can handle it, you should come."
Draco tilted his head and frowned thoughtfully. He glanced down at his state of undress and grimaced. "I don't think I can be ready in time."
Pansy snorted. "Snape will forgive anything you do; if you're a little late, he wouldn't care and I know you have spells that can prepare you in less than ten minutes."
"I do?" Draco asked, baffled.
Pansy gave him a blank stare before her eyes squinted as she stared at him in disbelief, her arms crossed. "Really, Draco? Really?"
And then, it struck him as his eyes enlarged in realisation that yes, he had observed other-Draco muttering those spells absent-mindedly in the morning when he would be getting ready for class. Draco sometimes, didn't pay attention to other-Draco's routines during his trapped time inside the body since, it depressed him further that he could not freely do magic like that other-Draco could. But he remembered such a spell. What was it called again?
Tersus Sursum and Habitu. whispered the other-Draco in his conscious.
Could Draco really do those spells?
Of course, you can. You have the power, but if you lack the brains to spell it, I'll cut all ties with you.
Draco, unsurprised by the dead-pan tone of his other conscious, blinked back to reality and nodded to Pansy. "You should leave, then. I'll be heading right after you."
Pansy shrugged with that look in her eyes, as if she wanted to figure out Draco's oddness, but was in no hurry to gouge it out. And so, she turned and left on her own.
Draco watched her leave and sighed in relief before shutting the door to his room and taking out his wand from his pyjama pocket. He tried to recall the spell, ready to cast it when other-Draco commented that Draco needed to be undressed for this.
I hope you haven't forgotten that particular spell. Since mum taught you that one.
Draco rolled his eyes at the snide jab and cast the spell for undressing before he tried the Levitation charm at his wardrobe attached to the wall across him. Opening it with his wand motioning the movements, he took out a clean set of uniform and levitated them on his four-poster bed carefully.
"Huh." Draco was surprised at the agility and exactness in which he had cast the charm. It almost felt like a pro. Where did he get the confidence? The practice? It was as if it was all embedded in his brain.
Next, he tried the cleaning up charm and felt a cool sensation spark all over his body. But it didn't end with that, he felt odd sensations almost like a touch or gentle scrub every part of his body. He felt his left and right arms going lax to either side of his body and felt suspended in thin air as the scrubbing feeling left and the cool sensation went through him again. This time, refreshing him like no other charm could have.
"Do you always use this charm?" was Draco's first question after that foreign spell had played its role on him. He not only felt clean, but refreshed and it didn't leave him wet at all. What the hell did this spell do?
Not really. I use it when I'm in a hurry. Who uses trivial charms to ready oneself if one has the prefect's bathroom all to their self?
Draco's eyes widened. "Oh." He murmured in a daze, and then, came back to earth as he hurriedly called out: "Habitu." as his uniform vanished from his bed before he found himself adjusted in it.
What a convenience.
Draco ignored other-Draco, instead choose to move across the room to carry his potions book from his desk and turned around, rushing out of the prefects' bedroom and into the familiar corridors of the dungeon.
When Draco entered the Potions class, Severus Snape was already standing in front of the class, lecturing about god-knows-what.
"Mr. Malfoy." Snape registered, as Draco stopped walking when he noticed the heads turning to watch him enter. It almost seemed like all of them knew his deepest secrets, but of course, that wasn't true. "You are late."
"I'm sorry, Professor." Draco apologized with his eyes lowered.
"Sit down." Snape said and Draco went to sit at his usual seat at the back, with Crabbe and Goyle. He saw Pansy from the corner of his eyes, raising her eyebrows at him as her lips turned up in mirth. Draco couldn't understand her amusement, and raised his own eyebrows in question. She shrugged, her eyes glinting in mischief. Draco rolled his eyes and looked away, trying to concentrate on Snape's words.
As Snape lectured about some of the uses for bezoar, Draco found meaning in the drone of Snape's words and could attach connections to things he didn't even know he knew. Then, he realised that other-Draco's intellect was affecting him and it really was almost like merging their cognition, memories, and was personality next? They weren't the same, Draco evidently could deduce by his own observations so far, but he knew it wouldn't work either way. They couldn't co-exist if Draco didn't allow other-Draco's wishes, attitudes, and words to merge with his own. They had discussed it after Draco had left Pomfrey's office. Draco denied it as long as he could, but he could almost see the changes he so wished he didn't have to see.
The world around him had changed; his plans had changed, his alliance had changed, his views had changed, and he remembered all too well what that meant.
"Care to explain why your attention is so reverted-" Draco started, looking around as he saw Snape looking straight at the person he so was haunted to face, at the moment. "-Mr. Potter?"
Potter stared defiantly at the Potions' Master and seemed to hold his tongue back as he said: "No, sir. Nothing."
Snape continued to discomfort Potter in front of the class, questioning, shrewd, and insulting as ever. Draco wondered why it felt so old watching this scene, all of a sudden. For all he knew, he always enjoyed the sight of Potter being tormented by his favorite teacher; it was one of his many personal delights in life, but the memories the other-Draco had shared with him, made this scene become more frequent and repetitive than it had been.
Glad that I'm of some influence to you. talked his other-self, snorting. Do you know how slow you are being? It's obvious that you'll find it boring. Hell, I think everyone's tired of it, at this point. I only used to enjoy it, cause' I hated Potter.
"I hate Potter even now." Draco countered indignantly to himself.
Right. was the sarcastic remark he got in return.
Draco ignored the other and looked down at his opened Potions book, reading the words he could make out and continued to read serenely as the tense environment around the class increased and decreased, depending on Snape's icy reprimand or Potter's outraged silence.
He was so immersed with the book; because it was so interesting and invigorating that he didn't notice Snape and Potter's tensed battle in class had already ended, and Snape had announced the instructions for their next Potion. It wasn't until Pansy nudged him that he started moving to pick up supplies for what other-Draco told him was the Deflating Draught (since he had heard it even when Draco hadn't).
It's weird, but I don't feel so trapped anymore. conversed the almost cheery Draco inside of him. My only complaint is that you're avoiding Potter and he doesn't essentially like that. He's scolded me about it more than once.
Scolded? Potter jostled other-Draco around like a puppet, forcing him to talk when other-Draco didn't want to. Well, he couldn't place all blame on Potter. Other-Draco hardly made things fair; he actually liked provoking Potter, while Draco winced at the abuse his body had to take (and more so, the bruising force put while snogging.)
It scared him.
Well, that's not entirely what you feel with Potter. said other-Draco in an all too knowing tone; as if he talked from experience. And then, Draco experienced flashes of memories right that moment of intense eyes; green and fierce like flames or cloudly smoke. He could feel the emotions while witnessing that image of those daunting green eyes; a prickle of fear (intimidation), envy (admiration), anger (rejection), grudge (fascination), jealousy (attention), and a dosage of hate (love). Goosebumps spread across his whole body as he shuddered when the memory ended and all he could do was stand in the middle of class, feeling the chills of not only Potter's angry gaze, but his own desires. It was plain to see; he assumed it had always been.
You know, you're taking this Potter and you thing quite easily. said other-Draco suspiciously.
"Do I look like I'm dealing easy with it?" Draco asked irritated, as he gathered a Bezoar, and unicorn horns as he went on through the ingredients.
But at least, you're not on the first stage: Denial. I thought you would be.
Other-Draco had been so good with being silent. Why had he decided to talk when Draco was in the middle of a class? Couldn't he bother Draco when there was no-one around to give him weird looks if he grimaced or made faces by himself?
"Oh please, I've lived in your head doing nothing, but listening to your thoughts." Draco commented.
So, you were convinced during that part? Other-Draco sounded surprised.
"No. I choose not to believe it was real; it was easier to deal with it that way." Draco informed. This almost felt like bonding with his own self; a self that he loathed so.
Didn't that mean you had to be ignorant about everything I did, in many ways? asked other-Draco, indicating to how everything he ended up doing the past year and a half had been all about Potter.
"When it got to that, I would think it's just a nightmare and I'll wake up soon. And to tell you the truth, it is like a nightmare." Draco was talking about being trapped under the darkness, unable to move any part of his body, and hopeless that anyone would come to help him.
I don't know. It's not such a bad place. I get to see you do stuff and do nothing at all. What can be more easy than just sitting back and enjoying the show? You're obviously in trouble of 'abuse' from Potter.
Draco frowned as he was dipping belladona into his cauldron. Other-Draco actually was right. Whenever his future-self had gotten into trouble or had faced a conflict, Draco had been grateful that he was far away from the confrontations. Now, he would have to face Potter and his friends by himself.
The fear of that touched him in ways he couldn't decipher; was there excitement among them?
He could hear Other-Draco laughing at his thoughts, amused thoroughly.
Draco groaned. "Oh, I wish I could turn you off." He thought and could almost hear other-Draco preening in his head and laughing harder at his expense. Draco's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably as he fought to give in to his urge to kill the other-Draco and concentrated on the smell and color in his cauldron.
He couldn't even if he tried, since there were really crazy ideas forming in his head, at this time.
Other-Draco tutted. Crazy's the understatement. Whatever has your body ever done to you to cause you to want to inflict it with pain? I won't feel anything, I suspect you didn't either when I retched or was fucked without consent or you would have more to say about those incidents. So, please, I beg you; don't hurt yourself.
Draco stopped from pushing out the bottom part of his lips in a pout and instead, stirred the cauldron counter-clockwise as he added the five black beetles in the potion just as the book told him to do. To be honest, he only looked at the book to confirm his memories of what he already remembered as the instructions for Deflating Draught.
"You know," Draco said in his mind almost conversationally. "This does feel bloody weird."
He could feel other-Draco smiling at him in approval somewhere in the back of his mind. Glad you agree.
-0-
"Malfoy." called Potter as Draco was heading for his bedroom, just as other-Draco had predicted. He had said that Potter wouldn't like to talk to Draco in front of other spectators, because the reason for wanting to talk was entirely personal and he would most likely chase Draco until they were out of sight and away from unwanted attention. Draco hadn't believed him, but now, he knew that he had to take other-Draco a bit more seriously.
Thank you. Other-Draco proclaimed smugly.
Draco sniffed disdainfully as he turned to look at Potter. "Something you want, Potter?"
Potter's eyes were wide and watchful of Draco's every move as he licked his lips and asked: "Are you alright?"
Surprise touched Draco at the question, but he quickly recovered, tilting his head to the side and pushing his mouth up in a, what he supposed, was an endearing way of wondering. "I'm fine, no thanks to you." Draco said, smiling sharply.
Whoa; bitter, Draco, bitter.
Potter's eyebrows shot up, hiding among his dark messy hair that hid the famous scar on his forehead. "I- " Potter paused, staring at him before he stepped forward, a bit too close for Draco's liking. "I was worried about you."
Draco tensed and took a step back, despite his Malfoy pride that chided at him for backing down from the enemy.
What are you talking about? You always back down. And Potter hasn't been your enemy since, a long time.
Draco ignored the nuisance in his head that had put him in this situation and instead, watched with a great deal of trepidation as Potter stepped forward with that innocently concerned look on his face. Well, it wasn't fooling him. Potter was up to something.
I bet that's what he says about you too.
Potter blinked as Draco prepared to take another step back. Draco flushed. Potter was cornering him; Malfoy's did not get cornered.
Malfoy's also, don't fall for Potters. Apparently, we are well past the whole Malfoy's-do-not.
"Shut up." Draco said angrily in his head as a great deal of frustration held him caged in Potter's presence; under Potter's penetrating scrutiny and he did not want a condescending voice identical to his telling him things he had yet to come in terms with.
"What are you here for, Potter?" He snapped, staring straight ahead and trying to keep his head high. He was taller than Potter, but he felt smaller under the weight of that emerald gaze.
"I actually came here to apologise." Potter said in a greatly false act of remorse, his mouth moving too close to Draco's immediate circle. "I know how I demanded answers was too forceful and caused you a great deal of stress as Madam Pomfrey informed me. I wish to make-up for that."
"Pomfrey? You went to Pomfrey?" Draco asked, confused; a kind-of fear traveled back to his brain from other-Draco's reaction and he found himself empathising to it somehow.
Potter averted his gaze before they returned back to Draco and somehow, had turned hypnotic in the process. "I was worried about you so, I visited the hospital wing. She told me you were alright, but warned me not to pick fights with you in your condition; I reckon, she still thinks we're enemies." Potter's eyes gleamed in a way unimaginable, as if he and Draco shared some secret.
Then, something struck him. "Wait." He said, staring suspiciously at Potter's serenely calm and curious face. "What about my condition did she tell you about?" He questioned.
Potter blinked slowly before smiling softly, which was a most alarming reaction for both young Malfoys to be faced with. "She told me about you-" Potter began. Draco stared breathless as Potter's gaze pierced through him, as if he knew every secret Draco could ever have. "and your future-self."
Draco felt a bit dizzy just then. He supposed Other-Draco wasn't feeling too well after that revelation and it was blurring his vision. The reaction of his other-self was more strongly attached to his physical self then, he might actually like to admit it was.
The blond-haired Slytherin swallowed and asked abruptly: "And what about me and my 'future-self' did she tell you about?"
Potter's quick glance all over Draco's facial features was unsettling. "Everything." He replied, blinked once and then, kept on staring with a cutting gaze.
Draco didn't know what to say. Other-Draco was quiet on the other side; most likely, panicking. Draco knew what it meant for other-Draco to have Potter know his secret. He had wanted the secret to be his to share. Draco didn't get the semantics of the gesture; but it was important in some way. Or perhaps, other-Draco just feared that after Potter knew where he came from, the magic of time-traveling would be ruined.
You're reading too much into this.
"Am I?" Draco let out the query in a whisper even in his own mind, as if he was afraid Potter would read his mind right this moment. The way he was looking at Draco, he might as well have been. It was as if Potter knew that Draco was conversing with his other-self.
"How- " Draco finally uttered, for he could not remain silent any longer. "I mean, why would she tell you?" He was confused.
Potter glanced up over Draco's head and looked back Draco in the eye. "Dumbledore told her to."
Draco's features scrunched up. He was suddenly feeling angry. "He hadn't the right!"
Potter's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Well, if you feel so angry about it; I should probably inform you that half the story I heard by myself." when Draco looked on in puzzlement, Potter gave a wry smile. "I eavesdropped on you last night when you were discussing your 'condition' with Pomfrey."
Other-Draco perked up at this and scoffed loudly inside Draco's head. OH! I should have known he was there somewhere, hiding away under his invisible cloak. Of course, Potter would sneak around. The guilt wouldn't stop him; no, not at all. He has no regard for people's privacy.
"What does your future-self say?" Potter asked, catching him off-guard.
Draco started and stared for a moment as the full comprehensiveness of Potter's words processed.
When they did, he replied with a straight face: "He says that was very rude of you."
Potter nodded and asked: "Anything else?"
Draco sneered, "I'm not some messenger between you and him, Potter." He said bitterly, leaning forward intimidatingly as he added: "Actually, I have something to tell you: Keep your nose away from where it doesn't belong." He spat.
Potter glared back, his nostrils flaring as he pushed Draco back, who faltered on his steps. "And you should follow that advise, Malfoy. Lot good will it do you to stop looking into my business."
Draco's thin smile was barbed with thorns and wires. "I'll look into whoever's business whenever I like."
Potter shook his head, his eyes stony. "You're just like your other-self. There's no difference between you."
"Well, Potter, as you know; he is my other-self so, he does do what I do best." He remarked sharply, smiling.
"What? Make me hate you?" Potter questioned in a challenging tone, rage boiling over in his narrowed eyes.
Draco's brow twitched as he frowned in displeasure; a reaction that was mostly, caused by his other-self.
Oh please. scoffed other-Draco. You feel the same as me. Don't deny it.
Draco covered up the affect those words had on him well, sneering nastily as he said: "No. My life mission is to cause misery to you and all your blood-traitor, mudblood friends."
Draco, warned his other-self.
Potter's glare eased a bit and he smiled bitterly. "Haven't heard those words come out of your mouth since, the Quidditch World Cup."
"Well, I didn't have my sense stolen back then." admitted Draco with resentment.
Potter's eyes bored into Draco's, just staring and searching. What was surprising in all this was that he didn't look the least bit angry. Potter opened his mouth after a while to say something; words that Draco was reluctantly looking forward to after that period of meditative silence. But he was interrupted as they heard footsteps approach. They exchanged looks and knew they needed to get out of here; they couldn't be seen together. Draco already had many rumors to deal with, he didn't need another to add to the list. He made a decision just then and grabbed Potter's hand as he pulled him to follow. He walked fast, ignoring Potter's whispered protests and questions.
In a short while, he reached the Slytherin Prefects' dorm, which was empty as expected, and he conspicuously led Potter to his room. Potter watched the portrait on Draco's bedroom entrance with interest as it asked for a password and Draco gave one.
"Very well." said the Portrait of the old leprechaun, staring skeptically as Potter and Draco passed by him to enter the room.
When the door was closed behind them, Potter snatched his hand away and looked around the room.
"Why did you bring me here?" Potter asked suspiciously.
Draco sneered. "To kill you." when Potter gave him a blank look, he looked away with a sullen look. "Thought you should know where to find me whenever you need to discuss something with me." He scoffed at Potter's baffled look. "Oh, like you don't know how many times you've come to 'privately' talk to other-Draco about some trivial thing. I'm sure you've told your friends about my secret by now, so all I ask is that if Granger or Weasley need to confro-"
"Who says I've told them?" Potter questioned rhetorically, bemused.
Draco grimaced at that and sighed. "If you haven't told them yet, you will. The problem with you is that you can't keep anything in your stomach for long. You always have to spill it."
"I don't-"
"Potter. Don't." He warned, giving a dark look Potter's way. The dark-haired brunet quieted down, but seemed perturbed as he stared at Draco. "What?" Draco asked in exasperation.
Potter shook his head, eyes seemingly seeing through space. "Nothing. You just really sound like future-you."
Draco raked a hand through his silky blond hair and froze as he noticed Potter's eyes were fixed on them when he did that. Potter soon looked away though, and Draco continued speaking, yet his hand lay still on his head: "I suppose it's because he and I are merging." He quirked a brow as a shrug. "Much faster than I expected."
"You don't seem to mind." stated Potter, sounding perplexed.
"It's because I don't." he shrugged, taking his hand away from his head and putting it in his trouser's pocket where it trembled slightly. "He's quite alright; my future-self, I suppose." He furrowed his brows as he remembered that he wasn't that alright with other-Draco. He added as an afterthought: "Except for some things."
"Am I one of them?" Draco startled, snapped his head in Potter's direction, eyes enlarged in astonishment when Potter smiled. "Am I one of those exceptions?"
Draco stared and found his eyes swaying tentatively back and forth between Potter's green, fiery gaze and his distracting lips. "What?"
"Do you hate that he-" Potter paused, emerald eyes lowering to Draco's lips purposefully before they raised to meet Draco's eyes. "-and I did that?" Draco moved his frozen face to shake his head, but found himself immobile somehow. "Do you hate that he's attracted to me?" Potter asked for answers; answers that were forbidden to be talked about.
Draco found that his lips were dry. He licked them and found Potter's attention back on his lips again. His heart started to accelerate at beats too loud and fast; his breath was becoming shallow, and his pulse was quickening. He gulped.
He parted his lips and spoke quickly, words overlapping each other as he tried to ignore the particular emotion in him that wanted to do things to Potter that were slightly impossible, but not unimaginable: "I don't know what you're talking about. What you do with my future-self is his and your business anyway and it doesn't matter. I find such things disagreeable, as you might have already guessed from your new eavesdropping tendencies and I think we're just about done with asking questions and answers that don't exactly need to be answered. So," He looked up to emphasise his point and found his eyes stuck on Potter's lips as if a spell had frozen him to that position only. He took a choked breath and opened his mouth: "You shoud-" He couldn't end the sentence as the rest of his words were lost when Potter captured his mouth with his own.
Other-Draco moaned in pleasure inside his brain as Draco's eyes widened at the real thing. Potter was kissing him. He should feel disgusted; disturbed beyond measure. He should push Potter away.
And yet- and yet, Draco felt his ground shake, his toes curl up under his shoes, and his brain short-circuit; he was incoherent both in mind and heart for the first time. The feeling that filled him as Potter kissed him was one that he couldn't deny, nor complain against. It was magic; sparking beneath his fingers, stomach, and groin. He felt the revelation and then, he felt the attraction to pull Potter closer. He groaned as his trembling hands took a hold of Potter's shoulders, his eyes closing half-way as he opened his mouth under Potter's mouth.
And then, something more bloody weird happened; he and other-Draco synced in thoughts, actions, and desires. He could feel the other-Draco's confidence filling his nerves as the control he had of his body blended with that of other-Draco's and he felt like, both of them were one.
There were no separate thoughts shared between them; they felt the same earth-shattering emotions; the momentous high, the butterflies flapping around excitedly in their stomach, and both could not stop themselves from kissing back Potter.
Love.
As Potter held his waist tightly and Draco gasped in his grip, the words repeated over and over in his head.
Love.
It was Other-Draco, surely; he was stuck in the delusion that his obsession with Potter was something more than it should be. It wasn't true, yet he could feel those thoughts in his head, not just in other-Draco's consciousness.
It's part of the merging. Nothing else. He told himself as his lips entwined with Potter's and Potter dug in and took a taste inside Draco's mouth, tongue slipping in the dark caverns; licking and sucking.
Love.
Draco slid his hands upward, until they ended up holding Potter's head from either side. He gripped it tightly as they moved their mouths together in harmony and Potter pulled him by the waist, still closer until their fronts met.
Love.
Pulling his lips back, Potter's hands slid lower as he gritted his teeth and reached Draco's behind, digging his finger-nails brutally on Draco's hips.
"You like this, don't you?" Potter grunted as he pulled Draco roughly forward. As a result, their fronts were pushed to grind against each other.
"Gghh." Draco groaned as Potter's tight grip on his hips caused him an unforgettable pleasure. Draco moved his hips back before he thrust forward, causing that unbelievable friction again while Potter held onto his hips almost painfully, forcing him to collide back to Potter when Draco couldn't follow through due to pleasured, weak limbs. Desperately he gathered his arms around Potter's torso, and pushed closer and closer.
Hot.
Then, noticing that it was unsatisfactory with no skin touching skin, he pulled away and prepared to unbutton his shirt open.
He remembered in the middle of unbuttoning that he could do this faster if he used the undressing spell, which gave him pause for a second, before he shrugged the spell off his mind. Maybe, some other time.
Draco reached the last button to his shirt when Potter made an impatient noise and leaned into Draco's half-open chest, kissing the middle portion before he looked up at Draco with his mouth pressed to Draco's skin. In those dark green eyes, Draco saw pure want.
"You're taking too long." Potter breathed on his skin, causing him to shiver as goosebumps formed on his skin.
"Sorry." Draco said shakily, his breath coming out in gasps. Potter's lips curved up as Draco hastily unbuttoned the last button and took his shirt fully off.
"Never thought you would apologize to me. Much less, for this." Potter murmured before biting harshly on Draco's nipple.
"Ah!" Draco cried, arching his back as he rested his hands over Potter's head.
"Well, I forgive you." Potter said and licked Draco's nipple before he sucked at it.
"Never thought you could be so bold." Draco countered wryly, panting and hissing when Potter twisted his other nipple with his thumb and fore-finger and then, bit it with his tongue swiping and sucking the flesh. "Potter." He gasped.
"Tell me, Draco." Potter said half-conversationally as he raised his target higher and nipped at the side of Draco's neck with his mouth, his hands caressing too gently at Draco's side. "Why can't you call me by my first name?"
Draco froze. Noticing this, Potter stopped and looked up reproachfully to stare up at him as if he was waiting for the answer, instead of concerned why Draco stopped so suddenly. Something told him that Potter knew exactly what that question meant to him.
Draco finally understood and said it aloud: "You're doing this on purpose."
"What?" Potter said innocently enough, pressing a wet kiss at the hollow of his throat. "You've been calling Hermione by her first name, so I know it doesn't have to do with our past animosity." He paused as he nipped at the flesh and asked: "does it?"
Draco closed his eyes as the rumble of Potter's words and the feel of his mouth on Draco's skin was entirely too distracting. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Potter's mouth left his throat entirely and he repeated Draco's words as if interrogating the person you wanted to shag was quite the turn-on.
"Potter." He gritted out, growing quite impatient and frustrated. He needed release, not questions.
Potter leaned forward, his eyes like the cackling green flames of floo. "Harry." growled this aggressive, alluring creature.
Draco whined. "I don't care. Harry or Potter, I want you to fuck me." He said with a partly latent desire and half defiance.
Potter's brow twitched in more than just annoyance and he pushed Draco back until Draco lost his balance and fell on the floor on his arse. Potter lowered to his feet and came eye-level with Draco, the set of his jaw so determined and so arousing that Draco almost pleaded.
Hands came up to hold up his chin and Draco was forced to stare straight into those abnormally intoxicating eyes. "Say my name. Properly." Draco sputtered, finding his tongue moving to say 'Potter' again just in recoil, but Potter dug in his nails brusquely on his chin. "Say Harry." Potter besieged, tone insistent. "Say it." He bit out, so fierce, so domineering that Draco couldn't resist even if he had tried.
"Harry." He gasped out. Potter's fingers released his chin and instead, pressed against Draco's cock that was tented under the fabric of his bottoms. "Ggh." Draco clenched his teeth to stop from crying out as he arched his neck.
"Keep saying it." Potter ordered, his hands kneading at Draco's hard, needy cock. "Until you never forget it."
Draco could barely hold back a string of curses, as he had been told to always be elegant and spewing out a couple of swears was hardly elegant. It was Potter- all Potter's fault; bringing out the worst human need in him- the need to express all his frustration, all his want, and desires.
"Harry." He said instead of all the offending words on the tip of his tongue. He was going mad- nutty like his future-self had after he realised that Potter was an attractive force that was pulling at him- pulling him in. "Harry." He murmured again, wanting to please the creature holding him caged in obedience. "Harry!" He insisted, crying out.
"Shh." Potter finally came to rescue, voice soothing and held with such promises. Draco noticed that he had already unfastened Draco's trousers and was taking them off, which made him look at Potter's face with parted lips. Potter noticed his stare and returned his gaze back to Draco.
Somehow, it felt like they had a full conversation with their eyes.
"Are you sure you want this?" Potter asked in his mind.
Draco would hesitate and say: "Yes. It's insane, but I want this." And other-Draco would agree whole-heartedly with everything Draco would say.
"I want you. God, you're so beautiful." Potter's eyes appraised.
Draco's eyes returned it with uncharacteristic shyness. "Yes, I know I'm beautiful. But do you know, Potter? You're more damn beautiful than anyone I've ever known."
And then, they kissed again; felt each others' desperation to the level of a suffocating frenzy and then, realised that they wanted more contact and helped each other take off Potter's uniform off with breakneck speed. Their attires would later be seen lying around on different sides of Draco's room. Also, later, Draco would notice that they could have just shagged on the bed, which was closer than they would like to exaggerate in their mind, but he would realise that they didn't take the bed, because even to the last minute, they had thought they would stop; one of them would come to his senses and take a step back or somebody would interrupt and they'd be pulling back despite the heat building beneath their skin.
Yet, none of that happened.
Draco wished to come to his senses, but he found upon later reflection that he had made that decision the moment he dragged Potter to his bedroom. He had been thinking quite clearly since before then, and yet, it hadn't stopped him from snogging Potter and preparing himself for Potter's entry inside him.
Draco hadn't even thought that far, but as the craving built up, they both found themselves figuring out who was shagging who and what went first and which spells to use for protection and lubrication. Other-Draco, of course, knew all these answers and once, the decision was made, no-one could stop two horny teenagers from shagging.
All that teasing and seducing other-Draco had been doing for Potter to pay attention to him, all the frustration and doubt that swirled other-Draco's mind when Potter said a certain thing or Potter reacted a certain way; it was all inevitable that it came to this moment.
The moment when Potter thrust in and Draco backed up, moans and cries filling the room; it was a moment that Draco relived in the back of his eyes every single time he closed his eyes. It was so vivid; the memory, even when Draco felt that everything had been a blurry haze.
After cumming and calming themselves down from the utmost high, Potter had gotten up and started dressing up. Draco lay there on the green carpet near his bed and blearily blinked up to see Potter pulling his trousers up his legs.
"Leaving?" Draco questioned casually, wondering if he should panic over Potter leaving or not. Potter had been acting just fine before, so there shouldn't be a problem.
"I should." Potter sighed, as he buttoned his shirt up. "I left Hermione and Ron without telling them. They'll be worried."
Draco sat up, feeling cold and sullen all of a sudden. "You're not taking revenge on me, are you?" He asked, a pout forming on his face.
Harry looked up, surprised. "For what?" He didn't seem to be holding a grudge on Draco. He really did look sincere about wanting to meet his friends so, that they wouldn't worry.
"Never mind." Draco shrugged, looking away. "Just seems weird that your best friends are sorta like your baby-sitters."
Harry frowned, his eyebrows scrunching in thought. "That's not true." He disagreed. "Ron and Hermione just like to be careful; I've gone missing many times, because of Voldemort and what-not."
Draco gave a sleepy look over his eyelashes to Potter and huffed. "Fine. But you have to agree that Granger is entirely too motherly to be a student in her, what-was-it, fifth year." He said with satisfaction. Potter raised his brows, and Draco rolled over as he got up with a wince.
"Was I too rough?" Potter asked as Draco pressed on his bottom with a grimace. Draco glared at him stubbornly. "And don't you like pain?"
"Pain with pleasure." Draco hissed. "I don't like unnecessary pain." He muttered.
Harry snorted. "Obviously." Then, he narrowed his eyes somewhere on Draco's middle and when Draco raised a brow as Potter looked back up again, he blushed. "Sorry." He mumbled, looking away.
Draco made a sour face. "Potter, honestly, you've seen me whole naked. What are you so shy about?"
"I'm not shy." Potter countered, glaring. "You just have-" The dark-haired Gryffindor hesitated, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "-a lot of hickeys on your chest."
Draco glanced down and saw that it was true. "Well, I guessed I would." He said with nonchalance, not trying to show how proud and pleased he was of the hickeys; he almost felt claimed. Almost.
"Er, yeah." Harry said, his eyes not meeting Draco's.
Draco rolled his eyes and noticed that Potter's eyes bulged out more prominently as Draco stepped closer and closer to him. Once he reached Potter, he stared up into the green, bespectacled gaze and smiled. "Are you sure you're not shy?"
Harry sputtered a protest, but Draco was faster and stopped them with the touch of his lips. Potter's hands stayed still at his side, even as Draco kissed Potter more deeply with every press of their lips together. Closing his eyes and feeling Potter's lips responding beneath him, Draco held on to Potter's shoulders and felt all the tension leave him with a sigh.
"You're my remedy, you know that." Draco said without thinking and blinked, wondering why he said that out loud. But it was true, nonetheless.
"No." Potter replied smartly, smirking. "But I know now."
Draco gave him a dirty look and pushed him away. "Wanker." he sneered.
Potter gave a hearty laugh and turned around. "See you later." He paused at the door and said: "Git."
Draco watched as Potter left and wondered if Potter would be alright by himself, without the invisible cloak. Then, he wondered if Potter did have it in his robes. Draco snorted and murmured, "Wanker" again under his breath before he returned to his bed, to take a good time sleeping by himself, dreaming of Potter.
When he would later, reflect, he would also find that other-Draco's voice didn't exist in a different space any longer. It was his; all his.
Perhaps, this should be a good news; perhaps, this should have some finality to it.
But Draco's good mood would disperse moments later when for the first time, he would feel his magic burning within him.
