Disclaimer: I own nothing! I'm just playing with JK Rowling's toys.
Author's note: The third installment; contains lemony slash
Please Note: Contains SLASH. Rated M for a reason.
Rolling in a Winter Wonderland
Chapter 3:
Draco walked down the corridor as fast as he could without appearing to be running, desperate to put as much distance between himself and the bathroom as possible.
He was so distracted that he was already on the sixth floor before he realised that when heading for the dungeons, one would usually head down.
His heart pounded in his throat as he eyed the stairs ahead. Down would take him back to the safe common room. Up would take him to Potter and his delectable arse.
The tightening of Draco's trousers at this reminder of Potter's arse was enough to let him know his body's preference.
A voice in his head screamed at him not to be stupid, but another louder voice reminded him that he had never turned away from one of Potter's challenges before and now was not the time to start. He suspected it was the owner of that same voice which kept filling his head with the taste of Potter's kisses and images of Potter, naked and wet.
Clearly, that second voice had won, Draco mused slightly hysterically, as he found himself walking along the seventh floor corridor towards the room of requirement.
When he arrived, the door was already in view. Draco walked straight through without giving himself a moment to think about it. There was no point. Draco had been heading for this meeting the moment Potter's lips had met his out in the snow.
Inside the room, Potter was waiting for him. The room had thoughtfully provided a large canopied bed on one side and a cosy seating area on the other, where Potter was now reclining.
The Gryffindor was lounging on a black sofa looking completely at ease. He was dressed in dark, close-fitting trousers and an emerald silk shirt which had the combined effect of illustrating exactly how good he would have looked in Slytherin colours as well as highlighting his startling green eyes. His feet were bare and propped up on the low ebony coffee table in front of him.
Draco had never seen Potter so well dressed. And the effect, especially with Draco's current state of mind, was intense.
Potter's eyes had locked on Draco the moment the blond entered the room, with an intensity that belied his laid-back position.
In an attempt to hide his uncertainty, Draco took several steps into the room, allowing the door to click shut behind him. The sound echoed in the quiet room and Draco found it difficult not to believe he hadn't made the biggest mistake of his life.
"So…" Potter's drawl was good enough to make a Malfoy proud, "How do you want me?"
Draco swallowed audibly but said nothing.
"Or maybe I'm being too forward? Would you prefer me a bit more submissive?"
Potter rose and moved towards him.
"Like this perhaps?" As he spoke, Potter dropped to his knees.
There was no way Potter could have known about Draco's fantasy, but the move was the catalyst that finally provoked a reaction.
Suddenly furious, though with himself or Potter he couldn't be sure, Draco hid behind his patented sneer.
"This was a stupid idea." He turned away, storming back towards the door.
Draco wasn't sure what he wanted but he knew it wasn't this.
Potter was laughing at him. This was nothing more than a game to the Gryffindor and Draco was through.
"Draco, wait…"
The sound of his name on Potter's lips froze him in his tracks as nothing else could have done, hand halfway to the door handle.
"I'm sorry."
The apology was almost more of a surprise than Potter's use of Draco's given name. Draco had turned back to face the Gryffindor before he realised what he was doing.
"I shouldn't have…" Potter paused, "I just wanted so much…"
He took a tentative step forward, looking relieved when Draco didn't move away.
"I just…"
Draco watched the struggle of emoticons play over Potter's face. This was the Harry Potter he knew. The one who wore his heart on his sleeve, who couldn't be coy if his life depended on it, who didn't know how to smirk.
"You have no idea. No idea how much I want…" His voice broke. "Oh fuck it."
And with that he lunged forward, crashing his mouth against Draco's.
This time Draco didn't even think of pretending that his response wasn't immediate. He met Potter's lips with as much passion as the dark haired boy had already displayed. Potter's arms wrapped around him, pulling their bodies flush against each other. Feverishly, Draco found himself clutching at Potter's shoulders as the Gryffindor traced a line of kisses across Draco's jaw, pausing at the tender spot on Draco's neck.
"Harry…"
The name was wrenched from Draco's lips as Potter's teeth grazed his skin and he was answered with his own name, dropped from Harry's lips almost like a prayer.
Somehow they moved from the doorway to the bed without letting go of each other for a second.
Draco's blood pumped like fire through his veins and nothing in the world could have pulled him from Potter at that moment. The taste of Potter's lips was like a drug and Draco was intoxicated.
Meanwhile, Harry's hands were busy with the buttons on Draco's shirt. Though he didn't realise it until Potter pulled back far enough to look at him.
"Merlin, Draco. You're so beautiful..."
The look of awe on Harry's face nearly took Draco's breath away. No one had ever looked at him like that before.
Surging upwards, Draco pushed Harry over onto his back. In the same movement, Draco grabbed both sides of Harry's shirt and tore it open. Neither boy noticed the ping of buttons hitting the floor. Draco was too busy examining every inch of Harry's bared chest, while Harry's attention was focused solely on the play of emotion across Draco's face.
It was a rare few who saw Draco so unguarded. And the sight was intensely compelling. If Harry hadn't wanted Draco with every fibre of his being before, he did now.
Draco's exploration beginning only with his eyes, soon led to his fingers and eventually his mouth. He kissed, licked and bit his way across the tanned skin, making mental notes of every sound Harry made.
When Draco's lips closed around Harry's nipple, the Gryffindor nearly bucked Draco off of him.
"You like that."
It was not a question and Draco received no answer. But he returned to his ministrations none the less.
Transferring his attention to Harry's other nipple, Draco let his fingers drift lower, finding the buckle of Harry's belt and quickly undoing it, along with the fastenings of the trousers beneath.
Finally lifting his mouth from Harry's chest, Draco hooked his fingers under the waistband of Harry's trousers and tugged. The material slid easily down Harry's thighs before coming to an abrupt halt. Beneath his trousers, Harry was naked.
All Draco could do was stare. It was not the first tine Draco had seen Harry naked that day, but this was different. Before, Harry had been across the room. Before, Draco couldn't touch.
Slowly, almost reverently, Draco let his fingers ghost over the velvety skin of Harry's length.
"Beautiful."
Draco didn't even realise he was speaking until the word left his mouth.
"Please…"
The whispered plea drew Draco's attention up to Harry's face, his hand falling away.
"Touch me Draco."
Harry shifted beneath him, trying to find Draco's hand again. In response, Draco wrapped his fingers around Harry's length stroking slowly up and down. Draco's eyes switched between Harry's face and the movement of his own hand, torn over where to look, not wanting to miss a thing.
The image in front of him; of his pale elegant fingers wrapped around the dark skin of Harry's length turned him on more than anything he had ever seen. Anything that is, except Harry's face at that moment.
Harry's cheeks were flushed, his dark hair sticking to his forehead in places. His eyes gazed at Draco with something akin to wonder in their depths and his perfect white teeth were biting down on his full, pink lower lip.
Unable to resist, Draco leaned forward, brushing his mouth over Harry's. Harry's lips parted instantly, drawing Draco's tongue into his mouth. At the same time, his arms locking together behind Draco's back.
Draco increased the speed of his hand, never once letting his lips leave Harry's, revelling in the feel of Harry's blunt finger nails clawing at his back.
Harry's unconscious movement grew more erratic and he finally tore his lips from Draco's sucking in panting lungfulls of air.
"Draco… Merlin… I'm so close, I can't…"
Harry sobbed almost incoherently, his head falling back and his eyes closing almost in pain.
"Look at me, Harry." Draco whispered huskily, needing to see the look in Harry's eyes as he came.
With effort, Harry opened his eyes, locking his gaze with Draco's.
"Come for me, Harry."
And that was all it took. Harry's body tensed beneath Draco's and a deep cry escaped him as his orgasm tore through him leaving him trembling with the force of it.
Draco was willing to swear he had never seen anything so beautiful as Harry's face at that moment. But he had little time to consider it. With a surprising display of energy, Harry pushed Draco back onto the bed, his fingers moving straight for the fastenings on Draco's trousers.
Harry's passion and desire did not seem to have flagged at all despite his recent orgasm. Within seconds, Draco was left wearing nothing but the delicate silver chain around his neck.
Harry wasted no time in letting his hands explore Draco's body. His fingers stroked over Draco's milky skin, caressing his chest before moving lower, his teasing touch skirting over Draco's thighs.
"Tease." Draco muttered, trying to shift his hips into Harry's hand.
But the Gryffindor was having none of it. Using his left hand to hold Draco down, Harry continued the ministrations of his right. Draco writhed desperately under Harry's teasing touch, needing so much more. But Harry was relentless.
His fingers moved from tracing patterns on Draco's inner thigh, to stroking the skin just beneath Draco's bellybutton. Draco's fingers were tangled in the sheets beneath him, gripping them as though he were worried he would fall with nothing to hold onto. He wanted to beg Harry for more. Beg him to touch. But despite everything, he was still too proud.
Soon enough, Harry joined his fingers with his lips. Starting with the hollow between Draco's neck and shoulder, Harry slowly kissed his way down Draco's body until he reached Draco's hip. Darting out his tongue, Harry licked a path over Draco's heated skin, moving closer and closer to Draco's aching erection.
"Please."
The plea was so quiet that Harry almost missed it. But the look on Draco's face confirmed it. Relenting, Harry released his grip on Draco's hip, at the same time allowing his fingers to brush lightly over Draco's length.
Draco's reaction was instantaneous, bucking his hips and forcing himself into Harry's open palm. Draco hissed in pleasure as finally Harry gave him what he needed. Yet already it wasn't enough. He needed more.
Images filled his head of the way Harry had offered himself to Draco in the bathroom. And Draco longed to be inside Harry, to feel the Gryffindor tight around him.
As if sensing the change in Draco's thoughts, Harry moved up to lie beside Draco, pressing their bodies against each other. Draco's eyes widened at the feel of Harry's hardness against him.
"Already?"
Harry nodded. "I can't get enough of you."
With that somewhat astonishing statement, Harry shifted until his own length was pressed firmly against Draco's, widening the grasp of his hand until his fingers could wrap around them both.
Draco groaned at the contact, thrusting his hips into Harry's grasp. The feel of the other boy so close to him was driving Draco slowly insane. His arms wrapped themselves around Harry almost of their own accord, pulling the other boy even closer, trapping Harry's hand between them.
"Did you mean it?" Draco asked desperately.
"Mean what?" Harry pulled back slightly to look at Draco.
"When you said… when you offered…" Draco stumbled uncertainly.
Harry's eyes lit up in realisation.
"I meant it."
His voice was husky as he caught Draco's gaze.
"Tonight I'm yours."
Draco almost came right then and for a moment he just stared, almost unable to believe what he had just heard.
Fortunately, Harry's brain was still functioning, though just barely, and with his eyes still locked on Draco's, he found the blond's hand with his. Wrapping his fingers around Draco's wrist, Harry brought the Slytherin's hand up to his mouth, pressing an open mouthed kiss into Draco's palm. Slowly, still gazing into Draco's eyes, he sucked Draco's index finger into his mouth.
Draco moaned softly at the sensation. Harry's mouth was hot and wet around his finger, and he couldn't help wondering how it feel if Harry used his mouth on other parts of Draco's anatomy.
A second finger soon joined the first, and then a third until finally, Harry guided Draco's hand down his body.
Draco was almost trembling as Harry positioned the Slytherin's fingers at his entrance, before finally releasing Draco's wrist. Slowly, Draco slid one finger into Harry, his eyes fixed on the other boy's face.
Harry's eyes fluttered shut as Draco added a second finger, before snapping open again as Draco began to move. Leisurely, Draco began sliding his fingers in and out of Harry, enjoying the quiet gasp as his curled fingers hit that certain spot.
"More." Harry whispered fervently.
More than happy to oblige, Draco added a third finger, but still Harry was not satisfied.
"Fuck me, Draco."
It was a command, not a request. But Draco no longer cared. Harry could have ordered anything of him right then and Draco would have willingly obeyed, just so long as he didn't have to stop.
Withdrawing his fingers, Draco moved over Harry, positioning himself at Harry's entrance. For just a second Draco paused, as sudden awareness of the enormity of this moment dawned on him. And then, his eyes locked with Harry's, Draco thrust into Harry's welcoming heat.
Something changed between them in that instant. Both coming to the unexpected and mostly unconscious realisation that they fit. In a way neither boy ever had or could with anyone else.
From that moment on, the entire dynamic of their relationship was irrevocably changed. They both knew it. And both revelled in that knowledge, as Draco thrust repeatedly into Harry.
Harry's fingers were tangled in Draco's hair, his legs wrapped around Draco's waist as Draco tried to hold back his orgasm just a bit longer.
Propping himself up on his arm, Draco slid his other hand between their sweat slicked bodies, curling around Harry's length and stroking in time with his thrusts.
Harry cried out in pleasure, a combination of Draco's name and desperate pleas for more. Draco thrust again, harder, in a bid to make Harry scream.
He was so close, but whether it was his irrepressible competitive streak or merely the desire to feel Harry coming apart around him, Draco was determined to make Harry come first.
And he loved the sounds Harry was making; from the quiet gasps of pleasure each time Draco hit that spot inside him, to the way Harry screamed Draco's name as he came.
The feel of Harry tensing around him was too much for Draco to withstand and he heard his own voice crying out Harry's name as his orgasm tore through him. Exhausted, spent and unable to support himself any longer, Draco collapsed on top of Harry, his eyes drifting shut as he felt the other boy's hands begin idly stroking his back.
It was some time before either of them had enough energy to move, let alone speak. But finally, Draco rolled off of Harry to lie beside him on the bed.
"How did this happen?" Draco asked softly, not really expecting an answer.
"Fine line between love and hate?" Harry offered.
"Love?" Draco's eyebrows rose in question.
Harry blushed.
"Well maybe not love. Lust and loathing perhaps?"
Draco chuckled.
"I still don't know how we ended up here…" Draco mused after a moment.
"I don't know." Harry shot Draco a half smile. "All I know is that you looked so kissable towering over me in the snow… you were all flushed and panting, your eyes so full of passion…"
"I think you'll find that was anger, Potter." Interrupted Draco.
"Maybe." Harry grimaced slightly at the use of his surname, "But it was a passionate emotion."
He paused looking at Draco.
"There's always been something between us, right from day one."
"I think you'll find that was loathing." Draco cut in again.
Harry rolled his eyes before continuing as if the interruption hadn't taken place.
"And our emotions have never been exactly… controlled."
Harry paused trying to collect his thoughts, knowing this was an important moment and desperate not to screw it up.
"Earlier, in the snow, I saw you in a way I never had before. And once the thought was in my head… well, you know the rest."
Harry blushed in remembrance, prompting a predatory smile from the Slytherin beside him, before struggling on with his speech.
"And, well, we've never done things by halves have we?"
Draco laughed softly, ducking his head to press a light kiss on Harry's forehead.
"Not to mention," continued Harry, "That those gorgeous hips of yours were pressed rather provocatively against mine."
Harry winked.
"I can't believe you were thinking about sex in the middle of a fight. With your worst enemy, no less!"
"I've been thinking about sex since the moment you bucked your hips to get me off of you."
"Potter, you're impossible. No wonder you acted like such a sex crazed maniac in the bathroom."
"Who can blame me? You should have seen yourself Malfoy; half dressed, eyes glazed, face flushed… And the way you were looking at me… I've never seen anyone look so delectable in my entire life."
Draco eyes glazed over once more at Harry's words, but he couldn't help the deep-rooted habit of taunting the Gryffindor.
"So you felt the need to strut around naked, offering yourself to me on a plate?"
"You didn't like that?"
Harry's grin turned coy, his hand snaking under the sheets and stroking Draco's naked form.
Draco blushed faintly but said nothing.
"Well? You didn't like having the chance to stare unreservedly at my dripping wet, naked body?"
Harry's voice had gone low and husky and the effect on Draco was impossible to miss. His pupils dilated and his body inched closer to Harry's, unconsciously rubbing against him.
Harry's voice dropped even lower as he continued to speak, his own body responding to Draco's movements.
"You didn't like me offering myself to you? Spreading myself open in outright invitation?"
"Harry…"
Draco's voice was choked as he pulled Harry tight against him, pressing their lips together.
Harry's response was immediate. His hands began roving over Draco's heated skin, re-exploring every inch of it. All Draco could do was moan into Harry's mouth as the Gryffindor's fingers closed around his length once more.