Chapter 35
Harry wandered into the Great Hall as though in a daze. He'd gone back to his dorms, taken a shower and dressed for school once more and yet he still felt as though he'd just awoken from his dream. The imagery of Draco's red, raw, empty eye sockets with a hissing Green snake slithering through…
Harry gagged and put his hand to his mouth in case anything came up. The action did not go unnoticed.
"Harry?" Hermione said as she gently led him down onto the bench, "Are you feeling alright?"
Harry shook his head and felt the shivers go through his body again. No, he most certainly was not feeling alright. He looked up at the Slytherin table hoping to spot the blond but had no such luck. Harry swallowed and reached for a glass of water but his hand was shaking so bad he was afraid to spill it if he tried to lift it.
"Blimey, Harry…" Ron whispered, "You look like you just came back from product testing with Fred and George."
Hermione put her hand to Harry's forehead, "Well you don't seem to have a fever. In fact you feel rather cold. Did something happen?"
Harry swallowed and took a few deep calming breaths. He was fine. Everything was fine. Draco was fine. Ginny would be fine. Everything was totally and completely fine.
After repeating that to himself a few more times, Harry finally felt able to respond, "I just had the absolute worst nightmare imaginable." He whispered unable to describe it in more detail.
As soon as he thought about it again, the way Draco's impossibly long tongue had tried to slither down his throat he—
Harry gagged again and buried his face in his hands unable to shake the incredibly unsettling imagery and feeling.
"How bad could it be?" Seamus laughed as he reached for a bagel, "What? Were you snogging Malfoy or something?"
Though obviously, the boy had been trying to lighten the mood, Harry couldn't take it. He lunged at Seamus throwing punch after punch and feeling delighted with the wet crunching noise the Irish boy's face made.
"Harry! Harry, stop it!" Hermione was screaming.
The next thing Harry knew Ron had lifted him off of Seamus and smacked him rather hard across the face. Harry stumbled a bit but was at least a little more awake from the pain.
"I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean…" Harry started, But Ron's blue eyes were ice cold. Seamus was writhing on the ground, blood spilling down his face from a broken nose. Snape grabbed Harry by the back of his collar and spun him around glaring hard into Harry's eyes.
"You're coming with me to the Headmaster's office, immediately, Potter." Snape spat.
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Harry sat with his head bowed in Dumbledore's office while Madame Pomfrey applied a salve to his bruised and bloodied knuckles before bandaging them. As the woman stood to go, Dumbledore said, "As soon as the other boy is healed enough, I'd like to talk to him as well."
Madame Pomfrey nodded and set off then, leaving Harry, Dumbledore and Snape alone.
"Now, Harry. Would you mind telling me exactly what happened?" Dumbledore asked softly.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes trying to find the words in his jumbled mind, "I had… come to the Great Hall already upset. And then, Seamus said something that just pissed me off and the next thing I knew… I didn't mean for it to happen like this." Harry whispered.
"I believe that Harry, only because I know you're not one to harbor ill will against anyone. I've seen your bouts of irrational anger, but I know that you do not truly wish to harm anyone." Dumbledore agreed, "But still, this sort of behavior is intolerable and cannot go unpunished. 100 points from Gryffindor, and you will have detention every night for the next two weeks."
Knowing that Dumbledore was being lenient didn't stop Harry from feeling the sting of the punishment. Two weeks without seeing Draco? Why not just chop off one of his limbs?
"Surely you don't think two weeks is enough?" Snape asked, obviously upset that Harry wasn't being expelled.
"For Harry, two weeks is quite a substantial punishment." Dumbledore assured the teacher, "But might I ask, what exactly had you so upset that you were able to harm one of your own friends?" the old man asked, his sparkling light blue eyes searching Harry's face for the answers.
"A nightmare." Harry answered honestly and quietly.
Dumbledore didn't seem surprised by the answer, but he did seem intrigued, "May I ask what about?"
Harry considered for a moment how much he should tell the old wizard. Surely some of it, the kiss for example was extremely inappropriate. And others, like when Harry snapped Dumbledore's wand, would only cause worry. Harry decided to keep it short.
"I could talk to Ginny. Even in the coma she's in, I spoke to her. But she made no sense."
Dumbledore sat back in his chair for a moment and murmured, "Interesting…"
"Umm… Sir, can I go back to breakfast, I'm actually rather hungry. I promise not to hurt anyone though." Harry said with a forced smile. He wasn't hungry at all, he almost doubted he ever would be again considering the sickening knot his stomach seemed stuck in. But he had to look for Draco.
Dumbledore's eyes flickered back to Harry as though just remembering he was there, "Of course, Harry, my boy. Yes, please do try to behave yourself. I expect to see you in my office at 8 o'clock sharp."
Feeling as though he'd been rather miraculously let off the hook, Harry stood in a hurry and walked briskly down the spiral steps and out of Dumbledore's office. He was already considering how he would find Draco when suddenly it dawned on him. Who else could possibly know more about Draco's whereabouts than—
"Snape." Harry called as the greasy haired professor was about to set off in the opposite direction.
The man paused before turning slowly, eyeing Harry with carefully guarded disdain, "Potter." He responded to acknowledge that he was listening.
Harry bit his lip for a second before checking the hallway in both directions. There didn't seem to be anyone coming. He walked up rather close to his old potions teacher and asked him in the quietest whisper imaginable.
"You wouldn't happen to know where Malfoy's gotten off to, would you?"
Harry felt a little scared as Snape's dark black eyes stared him down. But he tried to keep how shoulders straight and face the man with bravery, even though he felt rather small under the intense gaze.
"You needn't worry over him anymore." Snape whispered blackly before turning heel and leaving Harry staring after him.
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Draco wasn't in the Great Hall for the remainder of breakfast and he didn't show up for Charms that morning. Harry was fidgety and feeling slightly ill. What could Snape possibly mean by that? That he didn't need to worry about Draco anymore. Snape knew about Harry and Draco's relationship, he was sure of that. Why else would he let Harry escape after being caught out after curfew on Christmas?
So why would he say something like that? Draco was… okay wasn't he?
Needless to say by the time lunch rolled around Harry was nearly dying with worry. He wanted so badly to just scream out that Draco was missing and that he had to find him. But no one, not even Draco's friends seemed to take much notice of his absence. So as Harry continued through his day, he began to think back on his dream, maybe it was a clue to where Draco went. After all, Harry'd had dreams that saved lives before. It wasn't impossible.
Ginny had said 'he's with us' and then 'he's with them'. So apparently, she and them were closely connected. But then, who was us and who was them?
Harry pondered this endlessly. If Draco was with Ginny did that simply mean that he was sleeping? Or was he… dying? Harry felt the strangest dull pain deep in chest from even considering those words. No, no, Draco wasn't dying. Harry wouldn't even allow himself to think such things.
'She belongs to me now' Tom Riddle's voice echoed through his memory.
Could it be that the 'them' was Voldemort? But then how could Draco sneak out of the castle to go to him? No, it would be impossible for Draco to go to Voldemort from here.
Feeling more and more tense and frustrated by the minute, Harry plopped down into his seat for potions class. Slughorn seemed to sense that Harry was in a terrible mood because he didn't give him any of those creepy smiles or talk about how wonderful Harry was at potions like he usually did at the beginning of class.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor." Draco said as he entered the room in a rush and quickly took his seat.
Harry stared at Draco with his mouth hanging wide open. First a cool calming wave of relief washed over him. Draco was okay! But then as Harry continued to examine him he felt his relief giving way to anger. The fucker just looked like he woke up late or something. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were a bit wrinkled, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with him.
"I'll forgive you this time Mr. Malfoy but don't make a habit of it." Slughorn scolded before addressing the class with today's assignment.
Harry could hardly pay attention. All he could do was stare at Draco with a mix of pure relief and utter rage. So Draco had just gone off to do whatever and not bothered to tell Harry anything about it? Just left him there worrying all fucking night and all fucking morning without so much as a single appearance to calm Harry's frayed nerves. Harry hadn't known that he could ever want to hug someone and strangle them at the same time.
The blond glanced at him once, his eyes looked clouded and Harry frowned recognizing that as a bad sign. He offered Harry the smallest and most tentative of smiles before turning back to face the front of the room as though Harry didn't matter at all.
Now even though he'd been nothing but heartsick over Draco's strange disappearance, it was hard to feel anything other that unbearable annoyance and anger. God, was Draco going to get an ear bashing today!
Harry was careless and clumsy with his potion, but with the Half-Blood Prince's extra help, he still didn't do to bad. In fact, he did much better than he normally would have even if he'd been concentrating. Feeling grateful that at least he was going to get the potions grade he deserved this year, Harry's anger slowly began to cool. But not so much that he was going to let Draco get away with his careless behavior.
As the class ended and the students shuffled out, Harry stayed behind pretending to be rather meticulously cleaning his desk. Unfortunately, as he was waiting for the classroom to empty so he could get a few words in with Draco, Slughorn decided to approach him. The man smiled, his pudgy face seeming to form itself around the grin.
"What're you doing tonight, Harry. I'm having a party for only my best students and I'd be quite happy if you'd attend."
"Sorry." Harry said trying to glance around the wide man to see if Draco had left or not, "I've got detention tonight."
Slughorn gasped, "You've got detention? Come now Harry, you must think me a fool to believe an excuse like that."
"No really, sir. I've got detention with Dumbledore for punching one of my housemates at breakfast." Harry continued as he hastily shoved all his things into his bag. At this rate Draco was going to leave and Harry wouldn't get another chance to talk to him.
"But—" Slughorn started, his wide mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of a way to convince Harry to come to his party.
"Excuse me, sir." Harry interrupted as he quickly sidestepped the man glad to see that Draco was only just reaching the door and obviously wanting Harry to follow him.
Harry followed Draco out of the potions room, leaving Slughorn still reeling. His friends looked slightly confused as Harry waved at them and headed off in the opposite direction. He'd said he'd meet them in the library, but none of them questioned him. He left, not far behind Draco and few other Slytherins also headed farther down into the dungeons.
Draco turned a corner and Harry jogged a little to try and catch up. But when he turned the same corner, the blond was gone. Feeling anger, frustration and worry all over again, Harry was too shocked when someone yanked him into a small room to keep from crying out.
"Ow! What the fuck!" Harry said rubbing his sore shoulder as he stood in the dark storage closet.
"Now you know what it feels like." Draco laughed before pulling out his wand and began casting locking spells and silencing charms at the door. When he was finished, he finally lifted his wand and whispered, "Lumos."
At seeing Draco's face, Harry's mood darkened again. All the worry and frustration and utter anguish he'd gone through while Draco was gone seemed to come upon him at once. Unable to stop himself, he grabbed Draco's shoulders and slammed him into the cold, stone wall.
"Do you have ANY fucking idea what hell it's been looking for you?" Harry screamed in his face.
"Merlin! I'm sorry okay!" Draco shouted back trying to shove Harry away. But in his anger Harry's strength seemed to grow. His fingers dug harshly into Draco's shoulder making the blond wince but this only seemed to bring Harry a strange sense of satisfaction.
"Don't you ever, ever do that to me again. Do you understand me?" Harry growled out darkly.
Draco looked a little fearful but he swallowed and nodded, "I really am sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to… worry you."
At seeing the true remorse and pain on Draco's face, all of the fury that had been surging through Harry so strongly not seconds before, seemed to drain out of him. As though siphoned away, leaving him feeling weak and hurt and tired. His hands slowly let go of Draco's shoulders making the Slytherin smile a little and visibly relax.
"I thought you were going to hit me." He chuckled though tinges of fear could still be heard underlying his humor.
"Never…" Harry whispered leaning in to gently kiss Draco's lips. As soon as he did, all of his worries seemed to evaporate. Even as he pulled away, his eyes remained closed. He simply let himself relax. Draco was here and safe. Everything was going to be okay.
Hearing Draco give a quite, pleasured sigh, he smiled a little at the blond in the dull light, "Sorry about that. I was just so worried. You can't even imagine how terrible everything's been since last night."
Harry nearly moaned at the feeling of Draco's hand softly touching his cheek. It was the most comforting feeling he'd had in a long time. He closed his eyes and turned his head, lightly kissing Draco's palm.
"What happened?" Draco asked obvious concern in his voice, "I heard that you beat the shit out of Seamus Finnegan."
Harry frowned and nodded, "It's a long story." He conceded with a sigh.
"I've got time. And we won't have time later considering you've got detention." Draco continued letting his fingers gently run through Harry's wild black hair.
"Yeah. Two weeks worth."
Draco groaned as though in pain, "Two whole weeks? I know considering the circumstance that's really nothing but… it's almost the end of the year and…" the blond trailed obviously not willing to continue that sentence. They both knew what he was going to say anyway.
Harry took a step closer to Draco, gently pulling the blond's body against his. Feeling the warmth of Draco's skin and the subtle pulse of life and magic and thrummed through his entire being. Harry never wanted to let go.
"I had the most disturbing and horrifying nightmare last night." Harry whispered, "And then I woke up and I couldn't find you anywhere…"
Draco gently squeezed him back, "Oh Harry… I'm so sorry." He whispered.
And Harry could only nod in response. His throat felt thick with impending tears but he didn't want to cry over this. It was over anyway, and Draco was here, safe in his arms. Harry closed his eyes again and let out a long breath. They simply held each other for what must've been a long time, but the world just seemed to slow down for them. Harry just continued to hold his lover, listening to his breathing and feeling his heart beat. And that was enough to calm every storm that was raging in Harry's head. It was enough to take away every pain that had ever existed in his heart. It was enough to change everything about Harry's world forever.
"I love you." Harry whispered against Draco's neck. And as soon as he'd said the words he realized they'd never been more true, "I love you… I love you…"
Draco's long arms squeezed him tighter but the boy didn't respond. Harry couldn't bring himself to even be angry or hurt. He knew Draco loved him. He could feel it. But he also knew that there was much more to Draco than the boy had ever let him see. He could feel the guilt at not being able to truly love Harry, radiating off of the Slytherin. But Harry forgave him. Because he knew beyond all doubt that Draco really did love him. It was something else that was keeping them apart. And Harry wouldn't punish Draco for circumstances neither of them could control.
"I-I'm sorry I just—" Draco started his voice sounding pained.
"Don't worry about it, Draco." Harry muttered lightly kissing his neck, tasting his warm skin, "I understand…"
Draco shivered a little but relaxed in Harry's arms. They stayed thus for a few minutes longer before Harry realized something.
"You've gotten taller." He whispered quietly.
Draco seemed a little caught off guard by the comment and backed away a little to check if it was true. And it was; he had indeed grown at least another inch or so. He smiled a little, "I'll have to bend to kiss you now."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Shut up." but even still Harry leaned up on the balls of his feet and placed a soft kiss on Draco's lips.
As soon as they were kissing again it became difficult to stop. Harry's hands began to wander around Draco's body, feeling him, touching him and listening to the soft whimpers the blond made in response. Harry's lips were gentle but insistent as he continued to kiss the boy, his tongue darting out quickly to gain entrance into Draco's mouth. But surprisingly, Draco did not allow the kiss to deepen. Instead he placed his hands on Harry's chest and gently pushed him away.
Feeling more hurt than he'd ever felt in he life, Harry stood quiet and stunned. He'd been dumped and he'd been laughed at but he never felt more rejected than that moment. He continued to stare at the boy in the half light of his wand, waiting for some sort of explanation. When none came, Harry prompted, "What's wrong?"
Draco's eyes were distant as they flickered to Harry's face. But he quickly looked away, unable to hold eye contact, "I can't." he muttered.
Harry pressed himself back against Draco, wanting to feel as close to him as he had just a few moments ago. But there was something wrong. There was something in the way and Harry could feel it. Still, Harry wouldn't allow Draco to push him away again. He held on to the boy tighter than before not willing to let anything take him away.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he tried to catch Draco's eyes.
"I… I just…" Draco's lip trembled a little and shook his head offering him a watery smile, "Nothing. Kiss me."
Harry's forehead hurt from how deeply his brow was creased with worry. But he didn't resist when Draco bent to kiss him with unfettered adoration and hints of lust. Harry was strangely fearful for a moment as Draco's tongue slid past his lips, but the familiarity of Draco's true mouth, not the mouth of the nightmare Draco, calmed him. His tongue was not impossibly long and he wasn't trying to choke him. But Draco was indeed passionate as he continued to kiss Harry, his tongue searching his mouth, tracing nonsensical patterns across Harry's tongue and the roof of his mouth. Draco pulled on Harry's bottom lip roughly, forcing Harry to lean forward farther and drawing a low groan from his throat.
It felt too good to stop, even though Harry was becoming aware that they must've been gone for some time. They continued full speed ahead and eventually they're bodies began reacting to one another. Hands began venturing too far, groping too hard, unbuttoning and tugging and pulling.
Harry was kissing Draco's pale neck now, nipping a little harder than necessary and intending to leave a few marks. While Draco's hands had already found themselves inside Harry's pants, slowly stroking the turgid flesh there as it became harder and harder.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Draco whispered through his labored breathing as he slowly ground his hips forward.
"Let me suck you first." Harry whispered, "Let me taste you, Draco. Please."
Harry smiled knowingly as he heard Draco's breathy moan of, "Yes. Yesss… God yes."
Harry sank to his knees so quickly, Draco might've accidentally ended up kissing the air. It was true that Harry hadn't gotten a taste of his lover's arousal in far too long. And he really did enjoy sucking Draco off. Feeling Draco's hot, hard flesh slipping past his lips over and over. The salty, bitter, addictive taste of him. The unending moans that sent shivers right down Harry's spine. Everything about sucking Draco off just seemed to torment his libido.
Harry was quick with the buttons of Draco's fly this time, and pulling down all of the annoying clothing that tried to block him from the thing he wanted most. As soon as Draco's pants were at his ankles, Harry looked up at his quivering organ. Watching it and almost seeing it pulse with Draco's heartbeat, Harry groaned in anticipation as he grabbed a hold of the base. Slowly beginning to stroke Draco's cock he bent further and softly sucked on his balls. Harry smiled to himself as Draco cried out and began running his tongue through the sparse blond hair there.
He ran his tongue up the underside, feeling the pulsing vein and all the subtle ridges. He wanted to devour this lovely cock so bad his mouth was watering. But he denied himself a little longer as he continued to work his tongue and lips over the sensitive, velvety soft skin.
"Oh god!" Draco gasped out, "Please Harry…"
Smiling once more at how aroused his lover was, Harry simply closed his mouth over the wide cock head and allowed his mouth to be filled with the taste. His hand around the shaft worked in quick efficient strokes, meant to make Draco feel as good as possible. And the blond was moaning, the sound pressing out from between his soft pink lips.
Harry looked up at Draco as his mouth sank down, sucking in more of his wondrous manhood. And God the blond had never been more beautiful. Even in the dim light of the storage closet, his eyes were wide and shining. His lips quivering as he let out his sounds of ecstasy. His cheeks a delicate, rosy pink that reminded so Harry so much of the color of his nipples and his tiny puckered entrance.
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. He sucked hard and allowed Draco's cock to slip very far down his throat. But it felt so good that Harry didn't care. Even the few times when he lost control and gagged, the resounding cry of pleasure above him made up for it. His head bobbed continuously and his hand worked in unending quick strokes, meant to bring Draco right to his edge very quickly.
As soon as his other hand reached up and gently tugged at Draco's balls the blond shouted, "Stop!"
Harry looked up at the blond, watching as every muscle in the poor boy's body began to tremble. He looked at the pained control on Draco's face as he tried to reign in his orgasm and decided very suddenly, that he wasn't going to listen.
Harry smiled up at Draco as best he could around the delicious intrusion in his mouth and then continued. Draco cried out loudly and his hands fisted in Harry's hair, tugging and massaging all at once.
"Gods! I'm gonna come!" He moaned loudly.
Harry closed his eyes and let out a soft groan of his own as he imagined Draco's burning hot seed slipping down his throat.
"Look at me." Came Draco's rather calm command and Harry obeyed, his electric green eyes darting up to meet Draco's silvery blue ones.
He watched every emotion that crossed Draco's face in rapt pleasure. He watched as Draco's brow began to furrow and his steamy breath pushing past his slightly swollen lips. And his warm pink blush growing brighter.
Harry's hand continued to pump Draco in hastening strokes and he pulled his mouth away for just a second so he could tell Draco that he loved him, just before he came. Unfortunately, his time was a bit off. No sooner and he opened his mouth to speak did Draco nearly scream out his completion.
The hot spurts of come hit Harry's face; most of it on his lips and chin but some reaching as high as his cheekbones and dripping down. Draco collapsed down to his knees as well, breathing hard and leaning on Harry for support.
Harry licked his lips a little upset that Draco hadn't come in his mouth. But then again, this had its perks. He smiled as he watched Draco's eyes follow his tongue as it moved slowly over his lips. Feeling that Draco was already becoming aroused again from watching him, Harry reached up with a finger and wiped some of the sticky white substance from his chin before sucking the digit into his mouth.
He Draco jaw fell open and his eyes began to glisten with new found lust. Harry continued the process of swiping at the come dripping down his face and slowly licking it off his finger. Thrusting it in and out of his mouth, twisting it in his pursed lips and pinning Draco with his intensely lustful gaze. Draco was panting again.
"You're so amazing." Draco whispered as he leaned forward and kissed Harry, obviously not the least bit put off by the taste of his own come.
Harry welcomed the kiss, swirling his tongue around Draco's sensually and his hands moved to unbutton his shirt. Draco allowed him to do so but when Harry went to push the shirt off of his shoulders, Draco stopped him.
"You're about to fuck me up against a stone wall, at least let me keep my shirt on so I don't hurt my precious skin." Draco murmured against his lips.
Realizing this was true Harry nodded. Though there was nothing like holding the naked Slytherin in his arms, this wasn't exactly the place most suited for it. Draco was the first to stand, though obviously on wobbly legs. He was already stroking his cock and Harry watched amazed as his erection returned.
"I don't know how you do it." Harry whispered as he stood and pushed his pants down, "You've got amazing stamina. As opposed to me, the one shot wonder." Harry laughed bitterly.
"But you last twice as long as me, silly." Draco replied as he kicked his pants off his ankles, "Now no more self pity. Come over here and fuck me."
Harry smiled and pressed his body against Draco's, feeling everything that was soft and supple and everything that was stiff and hard. Harry thrust his hips forward, loving the feeling of Draco's hot, wet cock rubbing against his own. He kissed along Draco's neck knowing that the blond enjoyed it and then slowly started biting, pulling at his soft, fair skin with his teeth. And then Draco was whimpering again at how good it felt. Harry relished the sound. He knew exactly how to please his lover and he took great pride in making sure he gave Draco every pleasure he could possible dream up.
Draco was spreading his legs and working his hips forward into Harry's while his hands moved everywhere. Harry was having a hard time concentrating because of those damn hands. On his chest pinching and lightly twisting his nipples, running through his hair, fingers trailing over his lips, a hand venturing down to squeeze his ass. Harry moaned and lifted Draco's leg, wrapping it around his waist. The friction between them increased and they both began making incoherent sounds of ecstasy.
"Fuck me… Fuck me now." Draco was breathing into Harry's ear, his hot breath rushing across Harry's skin and leaving it moistened. Draco gently bit at Harry's earlobe pulling it with his teeth, teasing it with his tongue until finally Harry knew he'd most certainly had enough of foreplay.
He wanted to be inside Draco. Now.
He spread Draco's legs as far as he could and reached down to gently press a finger inside his lover's tight body. He whispered the lubrication charm and felt Draco jerk a little as his insides were magically coated with warm oil. Harry did the same thing for his cock, closing his eyes and moaning as he stroked it. Draco was kissing all over his face and Harry slowly started pressing forward. The angle was different and he couldn't sink very much of himself into the slackened, dripping wet hole.
Harry grunted in frustration before he used a wandless accio to summon his wand to his hand. Without hesitation he pointed at Draco's chest and said, "Wingardium Leviosa."
Draco's body lifted into the air and he shouted in surprise, "What the fuck!"
Harry didn't reply, only spread Draco's legs while he floated in the air and slowly pressed inside of him. Draco, now realizing the point of his being levitated chuckled, "Good idea." As he tilted his head back and relaxed into the feeling of Harry thrusting into his body.
Harry grabbed hold of Draco's hips, and tugged him down on his length making the blond's cries momentarily change from pleasure to discomfort. Harry knew now for fact that indeed his cock had gotten bigger. Draco's body felt so much tighter and he struggled to force himself inside. He wondered briefly if he should wait a moment for Draco to adjust, but Draco answered that for him.
"Don't stop… Don't stop…" He was calling, his voice sounding high and breathy.
Was Draco in one of his masochistic moods again? Feeling encouraged, Harry thrust harder, finally slipping all of himself deep into Draco's clenching tunnel. Harry let his head fall back and moaned at the ceiling as though to inform it that Draco was the most amazing fuck anyone had ever had. Harry felt Draco's hand on his cheek and he looked at him again. Draco was just the most beautiful creature that had every walked the earth. And Harry felt a mixture of pure admiration and pride. Draco was his. Of all the people in the world, this gorgeous being wanted him.
Draco smiled a little and whispered, "Kiss me."
Harry definitely didn't need to be told twice. Not a second after the words had left the blond's lips, Harry was kissing him passionately. Filling his mouth with his tongue, tasting everything there was to taste in him. Cold and spicy and sweet and a little bitter from the lingering taste of come. But that only made Harry want to kiss him more. It made him want to fuck Draco harder so that he'd come again and Harry could lick it off of him.
Realizing that he'd neglected to pleasure Draco, Harry reached down and grabbed hold of Draco's throbbing erection. He tugged it and stroked it quickly, spreading the glistening beads of wetness across the head. Draco was thrusting his hips into Harry's hand, obviously loving the feeling. And Harry smiled. There was nothing that got him off more than knowing how much he could pleasure Draco.
The rim of Draco's hole was so tight Harry almost couldn't stand it. Feeling uncomfortably close to his orgasm, he pulled all the way out and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. That was until Draco started whining.
"Noooo! Back in! I want it inside!" Draco cried out, his nails digging harshly into Harry's back.
Gasping for breath and knowing they would both be finished soon anyway, Harry plunged his cock all the way bad inside Draco's tight, slick entrance. That single thrust was so good Harry's eyes rolled back and he felt his thighs begin to tremble. Not pausing for a moment, he continued thrusting forward, fucking Draco with everything he had and feeling the heat begin to build throughout his body.
The feeling seemed to become too much for Draco. He wasn't even moaning anymore, just gasping for breath. His eyes glazed over, his mouth wide open, his hands clinging to Harry for dear life as he was fucked harder than he'd ever been before. Harry knew he must've been stroking all the right spots in Draco because the blond seemed almost unaware of Harry's presence. His eyes were wide as saucers but seemed to be looking at something very, very far away.
And Harry was so hard he almost felt his cock would just explode from the strain. It was so good he couldn't imagine it feeling better. If it did he might just pass out. His hips rammed forward with bruising force, his rhythm totally ruined as his body prepared for orgasm. Already his muscles were trembling and twitching, his balls tightening and his head beginning to feel both heavy and light at the same time.
"Harry…" Draco whispered he head resting against the wall behind him, "Harry… Harry… I'm gonna come for you."
Harry growled out a moan at those words, trying to control himself. His fist continued to throttle Draco's swollen member. He knew the exact moment when Draco's orgasm came upon him. His body started seizing up, his hole twitching a few times in warning before simply clamping down so hard Harry had trouble continuing his thrusts.
And then Draco was screaming, his arms pulling Harry closer, his come spurting up between their chest, hot and thick. Harry couldn't hold back his orgasm anymore. He wouldn't have tried even if he could. The floodgates opened up letting the fires of his lust hit him like a tidal wave. Harry was moaning so loud his throat hurt, but Draco's inside were still pulsing and tight and his orgasm just seemed to drag on and on.
He felt a seemingly endless amount of his semen filling the blond up, painting his raw inner walls. But eventually Harry was emptied, his stomach still clenching hard, his breath dragging almost painfully in and out of his lungs.
They stayed that way a while longer, neither able to move. But Harry's softening member did eventually fall out of Draco's body, drips of his seed following after it. As soon as he was coherent, Harry grabbed his wand and let Draco down from where he was suspended against the wall. But as soon as Harry let go of the spell, the boy crumpled to the ground, too weak to stand.
Harry instantly went to his side to see if he was okay, but Draco was laughing quietly and struggling to get his muscles under control.
"I think…" he breathed out carefully, "We should do it in the broom closet more often."
Harry laughed as well and bent down to claim Draco's lips in a loving kiss, "Or I could just fuck you against a wall in the tower room."
Draco smiled weakly, his eyes heavily lidded, "Deal."
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Well that's all the chaps I have today. At least, all the ones I have that are beta'd. My wonderful amazing Beta Neko is already working on 36 and 37 and I'm typing up 38 tonight. So there's no need to worry about anymore missed deadlines.
Thanks for reading and please review.
-The evil fanfic author that kept you waiting for a month
MUHAHAHA….Ha…. O.o