Chapter Eleven: Harry
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Similar to the Prefect's bathroom, there was a vast array of shower taps for them to choose from in the bathroom the Room of Requirement supplied them. The modern showerhead ran over a bath with beautiful, golden ornate feet. The bath sat flush along the length of the wall, seemingly perfectly moulded against the three walls that encircled it, and deep and wide enough for both he and Draco to comfortably fit into with plenty of room to spare.
Harry chose the tap he knew would spray them with a slight lavender scent, just like the last time they bathed together. He stripped and gestured for Draco to do the same before he stepped into the bath, letting the spray from the shower run over him soothingly.
Draco followed a moment later, still looking very tired, in Harry's opinion. Harry pulled him close and hugged him under the shower, trailing kisses from his collarbone to his jawline. Draco gave a content, almost silent moan in the back of his throat, and dug his fingernails into Harry's shoulders.
Harry chuckled against Draco's throat and pulled away, smirking. He turned slightly and reached to the small shelf just above the taps, where soap and shampoo sat. Harry squirted some of the shampoo into his hand and gestured for Draco to turn around. Draco complied, and Harry began massaging the product into Draco's sleek hair.
Once he was done, Harry gently guided Draco back so that he could rinse the shampoo from his hair, and then grabbed the soap, along with a washcloth. Slowly, Harry washed Draco, taking extra care not to miss any part of his still-tired body.
Harry didn't miss the content smile on that stayed on Draco's perfect features. Harry smiled too, and lost himself in the motions of lathering, washing and rinsing, silently admiring Draco's body as he went.
Amazing cheekbones, perfectly prominent … even if he isn't hollowing out his cheeks around my cock.
How are his eyebrows in perfect shape?
I really prefer his eyes open, but he looks so peaceful right now.
Is it possible to be attracted to a nose, if it's this perfectly shaped?
How can I be getting turned on just by thinking about his neck?
Perfect, strong shoulders.
Long, lean chest and abs. Oh, these abs! So delicious! I wonder how they would look decorated with my cum …
I could watch the muscles move on his back all day.
I want to bite his hips.
His arse cheeks fit perfectly in my palm. They're so perfectly round, too.
These are definitely Seekers legs. Long and supple. Perfect for gripping brooms…
Merlin's balls! Even his toenails are flawless.
'All done,' he finally announced, his voice a little husky. Draco opened his eyes and right away spied Harry's semi. Giving Harry a signature Malfoy smirk, he took the soap from Harry and began washing Harry's body.
'Wait, no,' Harry objected firmly.
'Why not?' Draco asked, a little hurt.
'You don't need to worry about me.' Harry said, gently taking the soap back from Draco. Draco was shocked.
'What? I – of course I do!' he finally sputtered, hands on his hips. Harry shrugged.
'Harry,' Draco said, wrapping Harry in a hug and burying his face into Harry's neck. Harry automatically wrapped his arms around Draco, one hand cradling the back of Draco's head. 'What we have … it won't work if only one of us is being looked after, and the other isn't.' Draco said.
Harry felt his heart hammering.
What do we have? What is Draco suggesting?
'What do we have?' he asked softly. Draco didn't respond, and Harry felt his eyes prickle with tears of rejection. He knew it had been too much to hope they were more than a fling.
'Well, I'm hoping this is something more than a once off,' Draco said, sounding as scared as Harry felt. Harry could've sworn his heart stopped.
'Really?' He asked, using one finger to lift Draco's chin so that they were looking into each other's eyes. Draco's eyes were soft, and full of nervous hope as he nodded shyly.
'I'd like that.' Harry grinned, planting a kiss on Draco's forehead, and one on the tip of Draco's elegant nose.
'So, let me wash you.' Draco said, his chin set stubbornly. Harry sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he agreed. Draco eagerly grabbed the soap and cleaned Harry just as thoroughly as Harry had cleaned him.
Harry let himself close his eyes and focus on the feel of the soap, and Draco's hands, on his body.
His hands fit me perfectly, no matter where they're touching me.
Once Draco was done washing Harry's body and hair, Harry put the bath plug in and sat down at the far end of the bath, inviting Draco to sit between his legs. The pair sat there contentedly as the bath filled from the shower spray.
'Won't the bath overflow?' Draco asked Harry, who shook his head.
'I tried it out this morning and got distracted talking to Dobby. The shower will keep running, but the bath won't overflow.' He said, breathing in the lavender smell that was wrapped around them.
'Lavender, Harry?' Draco asked.
'It reminds me of you,' Harry said simply. The pair sat in the perfectly warm bath, Harry with his arms and legs encircling Draco, who was playing with Harry's fingers in the water.
Harry tilted his head back to rest against the wall behind him, sighing deeply and closing his eyes as he relished the feel of Draco's strong fingers playing with his.
'Harry?'
'Hm?'
'Why didn't you want me to wash you?' Draco asked. Harry kept his eyes closed while he thought of how to answer the Slytherin.
My Slytherin. He'smy Slytherin.
'I told you how my Aunt and Uncle didn't really look after me?'
'Yes, but what's that got to do with-?'
'Nearly sixteen years they made me believe I was worthless. Sometimes it still shows.' Harry said simply, tightening his grip around Draco so he couldn't turn around and meet Harry's eyes.
'I will-' Draco started angrily.
'Nothing. You will do nothing. I don't see them anymore. I don't even get letters from them. It's nothing to worry about.'
'Nothing to worry about.' Draco repeated. 'They made you, YOU, believe-'
'And I've proved them wrong.' Harry said quietly, silencing Draco by putting one hand over Draco's mouth.
'It's in the past, Draco. I don't think about it and I live happily in the here and now. And here and now, I'm with my boyfriend. I don't want this moment to be ruined.' Harry pressed a kiss just under Draco's ear, grazing his lips down the length of Draco's neck and resting on his shoulder. Harry felt Draco shudder and finally opened his eyes. He was rewarded with the sight of Draco's hard-on through the clear bathwater.
'Do you like being silenced, Draco?' Harry murmured, keeping his hand over Draco's mouth but using his other one to run his fingers lightly along Draco's hard length. Draco groaned quietly and pressed himself back against Harry.
'Oh, Draco. You are perfect,' Harry murmured into Draco's ear, eliciting another muffled groan from Draco. Harry gripped Draco's cock with his hand and slowly started pumping. Draco writhed against Harry, one hand gripping Harry's strong forearm and the other trying to bend behind his back so he could reach Harry, but Harry was pressed firmly against Draco's back, leaving no room for eager fingers. Draco huffed in frustration and Harry laughed in his ear.
'So impatient,' he murmured. Harry kissed Draco's neck, then opened his lips a little wider and began to suck.
