Chapter Fourteen: Draco

S'up Drarry fans? Just a little warning for you lovely readers, some of you might find aspects of this chapter triggering – it involves some emotional manipulation of Drarry. If you're unsure or don't want to risk it (put your mental health first, please), I'll be doing a recap in the next chapter. But from here there will still be some manipulative scenes, so please tread lightly.

Much love to you all, and take care of yourselves.

Draco awoke Friday morning with his stomach growling and one of Harry's arms atop him. He was desperately hot, but he didn't want to move away from Harry. He sighed and tried to wriggle his feet out from under the heavy quilt, but the bed was too big. Draco whimpered quietly as he tried to cool down without waking Harry.

He felt Harry stirring and froze. Harry pushed himself against Draco's slightly raw backside.

Oh, that glorious morning wood!

Draco groaned to himself, thinking through his options. There weren't many and it didn't take long for him to make up his mind. Slowly, he turned over and moved so he was resting on his elbows above Harry, and gradually he made his way down until his lips found Harry's hard-on.

Reverently, Draco began to lick and suck. Harry moaned but didn't wake up right away. Draco slowed but didn't stop in his worshipping of Harry's cock.

Eventually Harry woke up, giving Draco a sleepy, impressed smile.

'You're such a good boy.' He mumbled, stroking his fingers through Draco's hair. Without giving Draco much warning, Harry held a fistful of Draco's hair to in place and he thrust into Draco's mouth, throwing his head back onto his pillow and groaning deeply.

'Oh, Draco.' He groaned. 'Make sure you cum, too.'

Draco could feel himself growing harder with each of Harry's thrusts into his mouth. Draco was choking and he was drooling a little, but he was so turned on. He began stroking himself fervently and lowered his head as far down Harry's length as he was able, once he realised Harry was about to cum. Draco came into his hand a moment later.

When Harry's cock stopped spurting into Draco's mouth, he lifted his head, a small dribble of Harry's cum dribbling out the corner of his mouth. He licked it away and Harry, a little awkwardly, pulled Draco up along his body. Harry used his wand to clean Draco's hand and face before hugging him against his chest and kissing the top of his head.

'Mine.' Harry said contentedly, possessively, his arms tight around Draco. 'My Draco.'

Draco sighed happily. He felt safe with Harry. Everything Harry did with him … Draco didn't want it with anyone else.

Sunday evening the boys finally left the Room of Requirement to have dinner with their respective houses. They had left the room a few times between Friday morning and Sunday evening, but only so they could change the interior. Except for the bed, neither of them were ready to give up the bed just yet. They'd briefly talked about leaving, but neither wanted to. Draco trusted Harry when he said that Dumbledore would keep his mother safe. Even so, he selfishly just wanted to finish his school year in peace, without any non-school related stresses to worry about.

Harry introduced new toys to Draco with every room change, beginning with cock rings, butt plugs and nipple clamps. Harry even let Draco try out the spider gag, which had immediately become a favourite of Draco's.

There had been a day when Draco realised how skilled Harry was a wizard, when Harry had decided to experiment with the Incarcerous spell. It had only taken Harry three tries to cast the spell exactly the way he'd wanted, using the spell to create ropes that wrapped around Draco's wrists and connected to the roof, dangling him above the ground. Once Harry had wrapped the ropes around Draco's wrists as well as under his knees, so he'd been completely suspended and at Harry's mercy.

Over the course of their few days together Draco failed to realise that Harry was always careful to ask the room that there be no mirrors in the bathroom the room supplied them. Because of his lack of attention to detail, on Sunday evening Draco sat down at the Slytherin table in a casual Slytherin Quidditch jumper, with two very distinct bruises on his neck.

'Draco!' Pansy exclaimed, sitting next to him. 'How is your mother, is she-'

'What. The hell. Is that. On your neck?' Blaise pointed at Draco with his fork, interrupting Pansy. Draco touched his neck with his hands, making sure there was nothing there, but he couldn't feel anything.

'What do you mean?' Draco asked, pawing at his own neck in confusion. Pansy peered at Draco's neck and gasped.

'Draco!' she exclaimed.

'What is it?' Draco demanded. Pansy pulled a small handheld mirror out of her pocket and handed it to Draco.

Fucking hickies?!

Draco lifted his eyes from the mirror and sought out Harry's eyes at the Gryffindor table. Harry smirked and mouthed one word, sending Draco's heart soaring.

Mine.

The following weeks morphed into months, the time filled with never-ending classes, essays and studying for exams. The boys didn't get more than a few stolen moments together for the rest of the year, but Harry seemed to go out of his way to see Draco alone at least twice during the week. He favoured finding Draco in empty hallways and pushing him against the wall, more often than not pinning Draco in place while he sucked a new hickey onto his neck.

'Mine.' He would growl to a weak-kneed Draco.

'Can we go back to the room? Please?' Draco always asked, but they both knew it was impossible. School had to come first, especially when they were this close to finishing.

'Hermione would kill me.' Harry always said. 'I'd rather stay alive so we can continue this outside of school in the summer.'

With everything going on, Draco didn't notice Blaise acting strange. He didn't notice Blaise's angry eyes or flaring nostrils every time he saw a fresh mark on Draco's neck. Draco made no effort to hide the marks, since his and Harry's relationship was a secret, the whole school seemed to know. Harry hugging him that Sunday morning in front of everyone at breakfast certainly hadn't helped.

Surprisingly, his fellow Slytherin's weren't as bothered by it as Draco thought they would be. One sixth year even admitted to Draco she'd been wanting to ask out one of the Hufflepuff girls in her year, and after seeing Draco with Harry, finally had the courage to do it.

'Well, what did she say?' Draco asked, after she'd told her.

'She said yes!' Astoria Greengrass shrieked behind her hands, looking dumbfounded.

'That's so exciting!' Draco genuinely smiled.

Most of the common room seemed to have been there for that exchange, and suddenly the Slytherin's were mingling with every house from the school. Draco saw the green robes arm in arm with blue and yellow most dominantly, but the occasional red and green could be spotted. There were less fights between houses, and more friendly support. The Slytherin's were slowly coming out of their shells to the rest of the school.

It was the last day of school, and Draco was ready to go. He was waiting anxiously with the other seventh years in the hall just outside of the Great Hall, when he felt a body press against his back and fingers sliding into his own. Expecting to see Harry, Draco turned with a smile, but he was surprised to see Blaise behind him, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Draco jerked away, frowning as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

'What's up, Blaise?' he asked, not quite meeting the other boys' eyes. The look on Blaise's face had Draco feeling uncomfortable. Blaise pursed his lips in anger and roughly grabbed Draco's hand again, holding it firmly.

'Zabini,' Draco snapped, struggling to pull his hand away, but Blaise shushed him with a finger to his lips. Draco was considering biting that finger when Zabini whispered into his ear.

'You're mine now, Malfoy.' He grinned, and Draco physically recoiled. 'Don't stress, little one, I've broken up with Potter for you. You've nothing to worry about.' Using the finger that had been on Draco's mouth, Zabini slowly trailed his fingernail to Draco's temple, and down his cheek to his jaw, leaving an angry red mark on Draco's pale skin.

Draco felt his stomach drop as he recoiled from Zabini.

'No!' he gasped, his eyes feverishly seeking out Harry's. He finally found him and tried to move toward him, but Zabini tugged him back, poking his wand into Draco's side, his lips at Draco's ear.

'I will obliviate you, and all your memories of Potter if you go to him. I've already obliviated him.' He laughed, pressing his body against Draco's. Draco's eyes met Harry's, his eyes desperate and searching, but all he saw in Harry's eyes was hatred.

'What have you done, Zabini?'