Chapter 3: Confession

As he fell, Harry was rapidly trying to think of a way to save himself. The calm wind from before was now angrily whipping around him, sending awful chills through his body. A levitating spell was the first thing that came to mind. He immediately went for his wand, scrambling to pull it out from where he had tightly tucked it away in his breast pocket to ensure he wouldn't drop it while flying. Harry swore when he realized he'd knotted it too many times but he tried to undo it anyway, yanking at the strings desperately.

"Come on, COME ON!" Harry cursed, panicking when he saw the stands coming into view. He didn't have much time left before he'd reach the ground. He gave up on trying to unknot it and instead tried ripping the whole pocket off. If he made it out alive, the first thing he was going to do was find a better place to secure his wand.

"POTTER!"

Harry looked above him, his fingers still yanking at the pocket. Draco was diving towards him at a fast rate, hand outstretched to him. Of all the years Harry had known him, he'd never seen Draco look so terrified before; except maybe when Buckbeak had attacked him. He'd also never seen a determined look on him before, but it somehow calmed him, even though he was still falling to what could be his death.

Forgetting about his wand, Harry thrust his own hand out to him, trying to grab Draco's. Harry felt a brief sense of Deja Vu, their first meeting coming to mind when Draco had asked for friendship. If he wasn't about break half his body, Harry would've laughed at the idea of how his younger self would react to the relationship between them now.

Their fingertips brushed at first but Draco stretched himself further and he grabbed ahold of Harry's wrist, his fingers sinking into his skin. Draco yanked his broom upward to stop the dive but it didn't work as well as the blonde probably thought it would. Their combined weight and awkward position only made the broom jerk sharply and Draco flipped forward with a yell. He slammed face first into Harry's chest, knocking the wind out of him and the two tumbled down toward the ground. Instantly, Harry wrapped his body around Draco's to shield him and they slammed into the snow with a loud crunch.

Luckily, the fall was short and Draco's interference had prevented any deadly damage that might've occurred. There was also enough snow that had gathered up the night before so it somewhat cushioned them. Well, it cushioned Harry anyway, Draco was still pressed tightly against his chest and had all the cushioning he could get. Of course, it still hurt and Harry swore he saw golden snitches flying around him before vanishing. He let out a small groan and cursed under his breath. He slipped his arms away from Draco's waist, granting the blonde freedom and he tried to sit up.

"You alright, Malfoy?" He grunted out, wiggling his toes and fingers to make sure nothing was broken. He was relieved when everything seemed to still be in place.

Draco didn't respond or even move, his face hidden in Harry's shoulder. Harry panicked and tried to turn Draco's head, to see if he was still conscious but his hands were immediately batted away.

"Malfoy? Are you alright," Harry asked again, trying to look at him, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Shut up." Draco's muffled response rang out.

"What?"

"I said shut up. " Draco repeated, "Give me a moment."

"Erm..alright." Harry said, confused, laying back in the snow.

Silence fell between the two and the longer Draco stayed laying on him the more Harry felt his face turning red. He pressed his face into the surrounding snow, trying to cool himself off and keep calm. They were practically cuddling with one another at the moment. Draco's body was relaxed against his, his hands were on Harry's chest gripping his shirt tightly and Draco's face was pressed against his neck. Draco's hot breath brushing past his ear was making Harry tingle in a good way, a really good way. Harry swallowed hard, using every ounce of willpower he had to prevent a hard-on from forming.

Harry looked down at the blonde and bit at his lip, wondering if it was a good idea to wrap his arms around Draco again. Maybe Draco was more shaken up than he thought and needed consolation. Harry had to remember that not everyone faced death as often as he did.

Plus, Draco didn't look like he'd be moving any time soon and considering the position they were in, it wouldn't hurt to do it, right? Harry slowly shifted his arms, about to engulf Draco in a hug but he abruptly sat up at that moment. Harry, disappointed, played his movement off by pretending to adjust his glasses. He cleared his throat and sat up, still fidgeting with his glasses while trying to keep himself from blushing.

Harry looked up at Draco, who was still sitting on his lap and was relieved to see that he was fine. Draco was staring at him emotionlessly, as usual, arms crossed over his chest but Harry could see the anger etched into his eyes. They were dilated more so than usual. But why would Draco be angry with him? He hadn't done anything wrong.

"Are you-" Harry started but he was cut off when Draco smacked the side of his head, "OW! What the hell?!"

"You're an idiot Potter." It was all Draco had said before he moved from Harry's body. He looked around the pitch, probably looking for his broom, and he stormed off in a direction. Harry felt his anger rise and he stood up, trying to ignore the pain in his back. He stormed after Draco, snatching up his own broom that had landed nearby.

"I'm- I'm the idiot?! You're the one that popped up out of nowhere all 'Hey Potter' and scared me off my broom!" Harry argued childishly, "And you should be thanking me!"

"Thanking you?" Draco said, stopping his march. He turned to look at him, eyebrows narrowed. " I should be thanking you ?"

"Yes," Harry said defiantly, "I kept you from hitting the ground if you don't recall."

Draco marched up to Harry, an intimidating look on his face but Harry was unphased since he was about as scary as pygmy puff. Harry glared up at the blonde who was slightly taller than him.

" You, Potter," Draco said, jabbing Harry in the chest, "Should be thanking me. I saved your arse from falling to your death."

"I'd hope you would since you're the one that made me fall in the first place." Harry said coolly.

"Maybe if you could actually pay attention to your surroundings you would've seen me and caught the snitch ahead of time. Losing your edge, are you Potter?" Draco sneered.

Harry bit the tip of his tongue, preventing himself from saying something he may regret. He swallowed his words, trying to calm himself down. It wasn't worth it, arguing over something as stupid as this. Instead, he stuck out his hand, giving Draco a hard look.

"The snitch," Harry said coldly, "Give it back."

He wasn't in the mood for Draco's games or shitty attitude. First, he ignored him all day, then he took his snitch and now he was being an asshole when he was the one at fault. Harry may have feelings for him and he may have tolerated Draco's attitude but he wasn't going to let him treat him this way.

Draco's face lost its sharp edge, anger disappearing as if it never was there in the first place. Harry felt his anger waver when Draco's lips curved into that damned smirk of his but he refused to let Draco win him over that way, narrowing his eyebrows. That didn't stop his heart from racing and his stomach from doing backflips. Damn him.

"Play me for it. A single game." Draco said, holding the snitch up. Its wings unfolded once more when it was exposed to the air and the wings started to hum. "You win, you get your snitch back and I'll apologize for supposedly "knocking you off your broom."

"You didn't knock me off, you made me lose my balance." Harry clarified before adding on, "..And if I lose?" His stomach started to twist with excitement. His irritation disappeared when he recognized the look in Draco's eye. It was one he was so familiar with. Desire.

"If I win.." Draco's voice drawled to silence. He seemed to think for a moment before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "Well, I can't ruin the surprise can I? Do we have a deal?"

"Ruin the surprise then." Harry replied, withdrawing his still outstretched hand in case Draco forced an unfair shake. He'd never go into a bet without knowing what would happen if he lost. George and Fred had pranked Ron many times that way.

"If you insist," Draco responded. He walked closer to Harry, dipping his head forward so his mouth was by his ear. Harry tried not to shiver when he felt his hot breath on his neck. "If I win, we take our 'interests' to the locker rooms and-" Draco bit his ear harshly, making him jump back, "-you bottom for me."

Harry's hand went straight to his ear, covering it and his face flushed, leaving Draco to smirk more. He'd never let Draco taken him before or even thought of doing so for that matter, he wondered why he had the sudden change of interest. However, Harry couldn't deny that he was intrigued. It would be an interesting experience and he briefly imagined what it would be like. Draco's fingers digging into his hips, dirty whispers in his ear, his length inside him.. Merlin, Harry wondered what that would be like. It almost made him want to lose the game on purpose, but his pride wouldn't let him go down without a fight. Especially against Draco.

"I still get the snitch back though, even if I lose," Harry said gripping his broom tightly. "Other than that, it's a deal."

Draco's lips curved once more into a faint smirk. He opened his palm and threw the snitch into the air. It zipped over their heads briefly as if deciding where to go before dashing off towards the stands. Harry lost sight of it quickly, it disappeared.

"Deal."

Harry mounted his broom quickly and instead of speeding off in the direction of the snitch, he flew upward so he could see the whole pitch, his stomach doing backflips again. He shuddered at the cold wind and saw Draco flying in the direction of the snitch. Harry bit his lip when he saw how fast and elegantly he moved. It was obvious he'd been practicing since he was rubbish in their third and fourth year and it actually made Harry feel a little nervous. He didn't let it intimidate him though, instead, it made him even more determined to win.

" That's just like him though. " Harry thought, eyes scanning over the pitch for the snitch, " He wouldn't participate in a competition he knew he couldn't win. "

Harry stopped when he saw a glimmer of gold, it was next to one of the stands. With no hesitation, he gripped his broom tightly and dove towards it. It wasn't long before he saw Draco approaching from his peripheral vision, trying to catch up. Harry smiled and turned his attention back to the snitch.

It was on.

"I believe that's game?"

The words sounded so smug when they left Draco's mouth, that Harry had to grit his teeth to keep himself from whacking the cocky bastard over the head with his broom. After an intense hour-long match of close calls and Draco shouting things at Harry that was dirty enough to make him turn red as a tomato, the cheeky Slytherin was somehow the one with the snitch in his hand. Harry said nothing, his pride wounded and he simply glared. His silence seemed to thrill Draco even more though, a smirk taking over his thin lips once more.

"Don't be such a sore-loser, Potter," Draco said, tossing the snitch to Harry. "There's no shame in losing."

"You'd know a few things about losing wouldn't you?" Harry said in a snarky tone.

"Oooh touchy are we?" Draco grinned not taking the bait, "I dare say you sound almost as if you were disappointed."

"I'm not disappointed." Harry immediately lied, tucking the snitch into his pocket. He'd be sure to tell Angelina that Slytherin had stepped up their game for this year, as much as he didn't want to admit it.

It was obvious Draco didn't believe him but he said nothing, too gleeful about his victory. Instead, he leaned on his broom and looked Harry up and down. Slowly. Very slowly. Harry couldn't help but flush, especially when he saw him biting his lip. Draco had never looked at him like that before.

"What?" Harry blurted out, his heart hammering in his chest.

"It's time you hold your end of the deal," Draco said, walking past Harry. He nudged his head in the directions of the lockers, "Shall we?"

"You.." Harry's eyes widened, "-you want to do this now ? Right here?" They only ever had sex in Draco's room. And that one time in a broom closet. Regardless, it would be risky for them.

"Is that a problem?" Draco asked, tilting his head in a curious manner.

Harry's mouth gaped open before he slammed it shut, his face turning red as he tried to process the idea of having sex in the locker room. There were so many things that could go wrong, getting caught being the biggest problem of them all. But, Harry's mind suddenly recalled the night he'd first taken Draco. The way he twisted and moaned for him. The way Draco's nails dug into Harry's back, unintentionally marking him. Harry had no doubt in his mind that Draco would be capable of doing the same to him.

"Well?" Draco's voice pulled Harry from his thoughts, "Are we doing this or not?"

"Yes." Harry said licking his lips, "Yes."

"One yes is enough, Potter," Draco said before his lips curved into a devilish smirk. "But I don't mind you saying it multiple times like that. Though I prefer it when we're doing.. Other things."

Draco winked and turned away after he said that which Harry was thankful for. Otherwise, the blonde would've seen him reach a new shade of red.

Eagerly, Harry followed after Draco, trying to contain his excitement. His heart was racing and his stomach was doing somersaults as they neared the lockers. Even though it was his first time being taken, he didn't feel very nervous or scared. If anything he was glad he took a shower the day before he'd gone to Draco's dorm last night. Harry assumed he felt so calm because he trusted Draco more than he initially thought.

"Are we using Slytherin or Gryffindor?" Harry asked suddenly, running to catch up with Draco. He honestly didn't care where they did it, he just wanted to have a reason to talk to him.

"Slytherin," Draco said in an instant. "It's safer."

"How?"

"It just is."

"Well, what exactly makes it safer?" Harry pressed on, not wanting the conversation to end.

"What's it to you?" Draco asked giving him an odd look. Harry swallowed, feeling his confidence falter. Perhaps trying to keep the conversation going wasn't the best idea.

"I was just wondering is all." Harry shrugged looking towards the lockers. He hated that he wanted to talk endlessly with Draco but when given the chance they only managed to share a few short sentences. He felt a little disappointed when silence fell between the two of them as they continued to trudge through the snow. It wasn't until they got to Slytherin lockers that Draco spoke up again.

"The reason it's safer is because.." Draco paused, looking unsure of whether to go on or not. "There are hundreds of silencing charms cast on it."

"Hundreds?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Anyone who's ever been on the Slytherin quidditch team has cast a silencing charm. To ensure that no one could eavesdrop on our game plans. It's kind of a tradition." Draco said with pride, a genuine smile spreading across his face. Perhaps the blonde wasn't as bad as he made himself to be now that he was being more open around Harry. Even if it was just a little bit.

A flicker of hope fluttered in Harry's chest. Maybe there was a chance for them after all.

"That's.. Genius." Harry said with awe, smiling at him. They looked at each other for a moment before Draco coughed and pushed open the doors.

"Anyway, come in." Draco said, letting Harry enter first.

Harry stepped into the warm room, settling his broom to the side as he looked around. He wasn't surprised that it looked exactly like Gryffindors' locker room, with the exception that the bright red and yellow colors were replaced with green and silver instead. It also wasn't surprising that the lockers were much bigger. Harry chuckled to himself. Slytherin just always had to have the best of everything.

"So," Harry said looking around the room again for any other differences. As he did he kicked off his winter boots and tossed his cloak onto a nearby bench. "Where are we-"

Harry didn't finish his sentence because Draco grabbed him at that moment and shoved him against the nearest wall. He starting pulling at the strings that held Harry's quidditch shirt together and once they were loose, he tore it off and tossed it to the side.

"Right here," Draco said as he started pulling at his own gear. It soon joined Harry's on the floor, and they were now both half naked. "Right now."

Harry couldn't utter a word out before Draco advanced towards him, the dominating look in his eyes kept him frozen in place. He gasped when Draco shoved himself between his legs and he immediately felt the blonde's hard on pressing against his inner thigh. How long had he been hard for? With a shudder, he bit his lip and shut his eyes. He allowed himself to succumb to the frantic but still delicate touches. His hands seemed to be everywhere, grazing against his hips and sides while Draco's lips pressed slowly against his collarbone. Every kiss felt hot and wet against his skin, it was exhilarating. It wasn't long before Harry felt his hormones spreading towards his crotch.

Even though Harry was enjoying himself, it was still a little strange to have the roles reversed on him. He was even beginning to feel nervous about being taken and began tensing up from the anxiousness. The feelings diminished quickly though when Draco scraped his teeth against Harry's neck causing him to gasp again. Eagerly tilting his head to give him more access, he wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and his fingers quickly found their way into the blonde's hair. A low moan erupted from Harry's lips when Draco kissed underneath his ear.

"Good," Draco said quietly between kisses, his hands were grabbing at the buttons on his jeans and undoing them, "Just relax. Tell me if anything doesn't feel good."

Harry said nothing but nodded, his breathing already becoming ragged. He doubted that anything Draco would do to him would feel bad. All he had done was touch him and kiss his neck and it already felt as if he would burst. Once his jeans were undone Harry wasted no time and kicked them off, leaving him in just his boxers. Draco attacked his neck again, his hands now roaming frantically over Harry's exposed thighs.

Harry's breath hitched and his fists clenched when he felt Draco's warm hand touch his inner thigh where he was sensitive. He gasped loudly when smooth fingers brushed against his hardened manhood. Despite Draco having touched him before it wasn't anything comparable to this. It felt like his heart would explode with how fast it was beating. He wasn't sure if it was because he was bottoming this time but if Draco could make him feel like this every time he topped, hell, he'd bottom more often. Anytime. Anywhere.

"Relax," Draco's smooth voice said into his ear, slender fingers pulling his boxers down. Harry's dick sprung free and he hissed at the cold. "It'll feel better."

Peeking his eyes open when Draco's hands disappeared from his body, Harry was just in time to see him opening up his jeans. The blonde didn't kick them off like Harry did, since he didn't need too, and lowered his briefs just enough to make his manhood pop out. Harry's eyes widened at the sight of it and he tensed up again. He had obviously seen Draco's dick before and knew it fairly well at this point but seeing it now and knowing that it would soon be up in his ass, it looked so much… bigger. And thicker.

"Don't look so terrified." Draco chuckled causing Harry to look up at him. "It's not like you've never had it before."

"I-I know!" Harry flushed, embarrassed he'd been caught staring at it. "It's just- I mean, from this point of view, it's-it's intimidating is all."

"Very flattering, Potter," Draco joked, "but there's still no reason to be afraid. I don't intend on hurting you. Well-" his eyes flashed mischievously, "-not intentionally anyway."

Harry let out a frustrated sigh before nodding, giving him his approval to continue. He flinched when Draco moved to kiss his neck again, shuddering when he touched his sensitive spots. Draco wasted no time and grabbed Harry's thighs, hoisting him up with ease before securing his legs around his waist. He pressed Harry against the wall to keep him in position and his hand quickly found its way to his groin.

"Hnn!" Harry grunted through clenched teeth when Draco pressed their naked groins against one another. His face flushed when he felt how wet and slick they both were. Tightening his grip, Harry buried his face in the crook of Draco's neck trying to muffle his moans as to not embarrass himself further. It didn't work though. Draco gave their erections a squeeze, the hand still on Harry's thigh squeezed him harder when he started to slowly thrust them against each other.

"Haa.." Harry quietly groaned, tightening his legs, "Go.. go faster."

Harry tilted his head back against the wall when Draco complied, one hand scratching at the muscular back and the other getting tangled in soft blond hair. He felt teeth scrape over his Adam's apple and shivered, his nails sinking into Draco's back. Nothing more was said as they ground against one another for a minute or so. The only noises that filled the room were Harry's eager moans, although he was more than sure he heard soft gasps spill from Draco's mouth once or twice. The sounds made all his blood rush towards his groin and it wasn't long before he was throbbing.

"Malfoy," Harry murmured. A familiar ache was building up within him. "I think.. I think I'm ready."

Draco said nothing but seemed to sigh in relief, causing Harry to smirk since he knew he wasn't a patient man.

The hand wrapped around Harry's dick disappeared and soon enough fingers were prodding at his entrance. Harry clenched onto Draco harder and tried not to wince in pain while the blonde worked on loosening him up. It was hard though. The burning feeling of being stretched was crawling up his spine and it was very unpleasant. Harry whined quietly when the fingers slipped in and clawed at Draco's back again, surely he had red marks littering his shoulders by now.

"Relax." Draco's smooth voice repeated again as he twisted his fingers, "Just relax."

"Easy.. for you to say." Harry grumbled out. He whined again when another jab of pain shot through him.

"Do you remember when you first time we fucked?" Draco asked. Harry felt his face redden at the blunt language but he nodded. How could he ever forget? It was one of the best nights of his life.

"Think about that." Draco continued, "The positions, the noises, the thrusts, the heat . Remember it?"

Harry nodded again, unable to speak as he tried to focus on the lewd memory of Draco riding him instead of the pain spreading through his back. His whole body felt hot the further Draco slid his fingers in. His legs were beginning to tremble at this point but with a few kisses on his neck from Draco, the pain was slowly starting to disperse into a dull ache. It was actually starting to feel good, especially when the tip of Draco's fingers began to near his untouched prostate.

"Brace yourself." Draco suddenly murmured.

Harry didn't even get the chance to acknowledge what he was implying before the fingers up his ass twisted roughly, hitting his prostate spot-on. Harry's eyes widened, his loud cry getting caught in his throat and he clenched around Draco's fingers. Spots littered his vision momentarily and his legs nearly gave away.

"Malf-ah! Ah!" Harry gasped out loudly clawing hard at Draco's back. He didn't stop and continued his rough pace, grinding his fingers in as deep as he could.

Harry screwed his eyes shut and instinctively arched his back, taking the ruthless fingering. Whatever pain was left was replaced with immense pleasure that soared through him like fire. Harry jolted and gasped with every thrust, not caring how loud or messy he was being. It was pure bliss, better than when he had first taken Draco. Harry felt an orgasm rapidly building up, his muscles were beginning to tense as he neared the edge.

"M-more, please more !" He gasped out, his dick throbbing painfully. He was so close.

But the pleasure came to an abrupt halt before he reached his peak and Draco's fingers were suddenly gone, leaving his hole aching. Harry's eyes snapped back open and he glared at him, breathing hard.

"What the fu-"

"I'm at my limit," Draco interrupted harshly. He was also breathing hard and his eyes looked darker. "I need to put it in."

Harry licked his swollen lips before responding.

"What are you waiting for then?"

Draco smirked and Harry tightened his legs around the blonde's waist and wrapped his arms around his neck. Harry pressed his face in his shoulder and inhaled deeply to calm himself. His heart was racing and he clenched his hands when he felt Draco's tip starting to press in. A low moan could be heard from Draco as he slid in.

Harry's mouth gaped open, no noise coming out as the length was pushed in him slowly. It was much thicker than he had imagined and Harry's eyes started to water at the feeling of being stretched. Letting out a shaky breath he arched his back like before and gasped loudly when the rest of it slid in with one swift motion. Draco went still to give him time to adjust but Harry felt the grip on his waist tighten. He knew he was ready to move but he said nothing. The only noise was the heavy breathing between the both of them. Harry pressed his lips underneath Draco's ear and held onto him tightly.

"Move." Harry whispered though it came out more like a demand.

He didn't need to ask twice, Draco starting at a slow pace to let him adjust some more before he started going faster. Harder. Much harder. It wasn't long before he was ramming against Harry's prostate in a painful but pleasure-filled way.

"Ah! Ahh!" Harry moaned and gasped, scratching down his back, "M-More!"

He heard Draco mutter a 'fuck' under his breath and he repeated the movements, picking up a faster pace and was soon pounding into him harshly. The wall Harry was pressed against creaked loudly as his body was slammed against it over and over again. He didn't care though, all he could focus on was the waves of pleasures he'd never felt before spreading through his body. It was no wonder Draco wanted to be fucked all the time, it was amazing.

"Hnn! M-Malfoy, Malfoy! " Harry gasped and moaned.

Draco was quick to react when his name was called and he pulled Harry's legs from his waist, shifting them so they rested on his shoulders before shoving himself back in. Both of them groaned loudly when the new position allowed Draco to sink in even deeper. The blonde's eyes slipped shut for a moment and tilted his head back, a deep moan erupting from his chest. Opening his eyes, he looked at Harry and licked his lips.

"You have a really nice ass, Potter." Draco panted out, making Harry flush.

Draco picked up the fast and rough pace once more. Fucking him harder. The locker room was filled with more deep throaty moans, screams of pleasure and the wet, slapping of skin. It wasn't long before a familiar heat started forming near Harry's crotch again. Without thinking, he grabbed onto his own cock and quickly started jerking off, his hand becoming sticky from pre-cum that was bubbling from the tip.

Harry was nearly hyperventilating, his eyes rolling back as he screwed them shut. The waves of pleasure were rocking him to his core. His thighs were burning but he made no attempt to move them, continuing to let himself be taken ruthlessly. He tried telling Draco he was about to come but all the came out was another moan. Draco still seemed to understand what he meant and sunk his length as deep as he could,reaching Harry's furthest depths.

Harry's vision spotted when he came, screaming his surname one more time before painting the both of them with his semen. He heard Draco gasp and felt warm liquid fill him. Draco's thrusts gradually became slower and more gentle. They rode out the orgasm for as long as they could, which Harry was perfectly fine with. He didn't want the pleasure to end but eventually, Draco slipped out of him. He lowered Harry's legs, which felt like jelly now and sucked his neck, marking him.

"Holy...fuck." Harry said, sighing tiredly.

"You're welcome," Draco said in a cocky tone. He gave Harry a wink. "You weren't so bad yourself."

Harry rolled his eyes but said nothing, too tired. They cleaned themselves up with Harry's wand before they started to get dressed. Harry fixed his glasses which were sitting crookedly on his face before gathering up his clothing. Slowly, he slipped his boxers and jeans on wincing as he did since his back was already starting to ache. The fall from earlier was no help either. He wondered why Draco wanted to go so many rounds if his back felt like this every time they shagged. Perhaps he was just better at handling the pain than him.

"Is your back hurting?" Draco asked, seeing how slowly Harry was moving.

"Erm, a little." Harry chuckled sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Draco tossed his shirt aside and walked up to Harry, who flushed when he saw how prominent his muscles were when he walked. Harry turned his attention away so he wouldn't get caught staring but he was sure his red face gave it away. He flinched when fingers touched his lower back and he shut his eyes, burning Draco's gentle touch into his memory. It felt nice to be touched that way.

Draco traced a circle carefully over Harry's lower back, pressing into where the pain was. Immediately the ache evaporated and it felt like their rough sex had never happened in the first place. Physically anyway, Harry would certainly be thinking about their interaction for a while.

Sighing in relief, Harry looked at Draco who had his back turned to him and carried on with getting dressed. Harry grabbed his grey sweater and slipped in on, glancing at the watch on his wrist. It was nearly dinner time and he sighed. So much for doing homework. He wondered if Ron and Hermione began looking for him yet.

"So, you can do wandless and nonverbal spells?" Harry asked when the silence between them ensued. Not even Hermione had mastered those skills yet.

"Only a few basic spells but episkey is sort of my specialty," Draco admitted. His response surprised Harry since he never really opened up about himself.

"Still, that's-that's very impressive," Harry replied, "You knew exactly where to cast it without even asking."

"Well, I've done enough times that it just comes naturally to me now."

Harry paused getting dressed as the words sunk into his brain. What did Draco mean that he had "done it enough"? His chest suddenly felt tight and a confliction of feelings started bubbling up. The insecurities from this morning wormed their way into his thoughts. Did Draco have some other fling on the side? Harry looked at Draco who still had his back turned to him. There was only one way he'd find out for sure.

"Malfoy," Harry said his name so quietly he wasn't sure he heard him. "Are you.. Are you doing this with someone else?"

"What was that?" Draco asked without looking at him, he was fiddling with his tie not noticing the strain in Harry's voice.

Harry felt anger ripple through him and he screwed his eyes shut, trying to keep himself calm. It felt like he was suffocating like the air had been ripped out from his chest and his stomach had been twisted into painfully tight knots. He let out a slow, shaky breath.

"Are you shagging someone else?" Harry said, much louder than he had intended, "Aside from me?"

Harry stared at Draco, who had paused what he was doing. He looked surprised at first by the sudden question but the emotion vanished quickly and an unreadable expression spread across his face.

"It's none of your concern Potter." Draco said so coldly Harry flinched. He turned around again without another word and started gathering up his robes.

Harry felt his blood boil, either from being dismissed and ignored or that his biggest insecurity had been confirmed he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was both. In one quick stride, he was across the room where Draco was who ignored his presence.

"Are you?" Harry repeated the question in a demanding tone.

"I said it wasn't any of your concern." Draco said without bothering to look up at him. He shrugged past him but Harry grabbed the bend of his elbow, pulling him back immediately.

"Let go of me." Draco warned his reaction immediate. He had a foreboding look.

"No," Harry said flatly, gripping him tighter. "Not until you answer my question."

"Fuck off." Draco snapped. He grabbed Harry's wrist to try and force him off, "Let go of me!"

"Who is it?!" Harry growled still refusing to let go, "Who?!"

"Like I said it's none of your concern!" Draco repeated for the third time squeezing Harry's wrist so tight it started to tingle, "Now fucking let go of me!"

"I have a right to know who it is!" Harry yelled. His eyes began to water and a lump was building up in his throat. The thought of Draco with someone else, whether he was sprawled underneath them and moaning out their name or giving them the pleasure he had just given him, it made him feel sick.

"If I decide to fuck somebody else it's none of your business Potter!" Draco huffed out, fuming as he towered over Harry. "I don't belong to you!"

The words came out harsh and stung Harry deeply. It was as if he'd been slapped in the face. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. What could he even say? Draco was telling the truth.

Harry let go of him as if he had been burned and turned away quickly so he wouldn't see his watery eyes. He gathered up the rest of his belongings and stormed out of the locker room, slamming the door behind him without another word. He couldn't stand to be around Draco for another second.

It was freezing when he stepped outside and the wind was howling but Harry bit his tongue and trudged through the snow to Gryffindor's locker room. Once he got there, he tossed his broom across the room in frustration, not caring when it clanged loudly against the lockers. He punched the nearest wooden beam as hard as he could to release his anger. He didn't stop hitting it until a very sharp pain shot all the way up to his shoulder and his knuckles went numb.

Scowling loudly at his bloody hand, Harry slumped down onto one of the benches and pressed his uninjured hand against his forehead to try to calm himself down. It felt like a void had opened in his chest and was sucking him in. He wanted to throw up. Everything hurt. It hurt so bad. He had just ruined everything. Surely Draco wouldn't want someone that acted as impulsive and possessive as him. How could he be so stupid? He should've just let it go and worked out a way to win him over instead of scaring him off. Draco would certainly run off with whatever git he was shagging now.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Harry cursed to himself yanking at his hair in frustration.

Harry didn't have time to think because the door to the locker room opened at that moment. Harry looked up and was surprised to see a very angry Draco Malfoy standing at the doorway. He shot Harry a glare and slammed the door shut before casting a silencing spell on the tent.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked wiping his eyes as he tried to hide his injured hand, "Don't you have someone else to 'attend' to?"

"What the fuck is your issue?" Draco said angrily, ignoring his question. He turned back to look at him.

"Nothing," Harry said bitterly, "Just go away and leave me alone."

"You're acting like an immature child."

"I don't give a shit about what you think."

"But apparently you care about who I share my bed with," Draco shot back, "Apparently you care if I'm fucking someone other than you."

"I don't want to talk Malfoy." Harry muttered through clenched teeth, trying not to explode. All the emotions he'd been holding in were at a breaking point. Another word and they might just spill out.

"Really? Because you were fairly vocal just ten minutes ago."

Harry tensed up at his words but he bit his tongue, refusing to respond. That didn't stop Draco and he approached Harry with that same foreboding look. Cold fingers grabbed him sharply by his jaw, forcing him to look up at the blonde. Harry didn't fight back but he met Draco's glare despite that he was beginning to tremble under his grip. The ache in his chest was growing rapidly and the lump in his throat was returning.

"Why are you so angry?" Draco demanded eyebrows narrowed.

"What's it to you?" Harry spat out with the most venomous tone he could manage, "You didn't care before so why are you starting now?"

Harry saw Draco's jaw clench and he winced when his grip tightened.

"If I didn't care I wouldn't be here," Draco said firmly.

"Whatever." Harry said simply, not believing him. He forced himself to look away from Draco's intense gaze when his eyes began to water. He didn't want to cry, especially not in front of him.

"Why are you angry?" Draco repeated, his voice was softer, "Answer me. Now."

"Because I-" Harry screwed his eyes shut, his lip quivering, "Because I fucking like you, you jackass!"

He heard Draco gasp quietly and his grip on him weakened. Taking the opportunity, Harry jerked away from him and weakly shoved him away. He stood up turning his back to Draco, fuming when the tears finally spilled over. Biting his lip and furiously rubbing his eyes with his sleeve, Harry erupted.

"I've liked you from the beginning Draco!" Harry nearly shouted Draco's name felt so good rolling off his tongue. "From the beginning I fancied you and you're too thick to realize it! I think about you every day! You're the first thought I have when I wake up in the morning and you're the reason I sleep so peacefully at night! And-And the thought of you being with someone else, someone touching you or-or.." he tched and clenched his hands despite the pain "-it makes me fucking sick to my stomach. Because I want it to only be me that experiences your touch."

"I know this isn't what you want. I'm sorry I-I just-" Harry 's voice cracked as he tried to explain, "I tried to stop myself but-I just want-"

He closed his eyes and whispered out desperately.

"I just want you to want me too."

Silence took over the room and Harry didn't dare turn his head keeping his eyes shut. He flinched when he heard Draco moving closer and he pressed himself against the nearest wall as if it would protect him. He wanted to disappear.

"Potter," Draco said quietly, "I-"

He shook his head silencing him. Harry didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to hear him say that he didn't want him and that he didn't feel the same way. It would only make it more painful than it already was. To know that Draco didn't want him or feel the same way.

A smooth hand suddenly touched his cheek making Harry jump. It was a gentle touch almost affectionate. Startled, he opened his eyes finally facing Draco. He was looking at him with a soft expression on his face. It didn't look like pity but more like empathetic. A blush crept onto his cheeks when he realized how close they were and he blushed even harder when Draco pressed their foreheads together, looking deeply into his eyes. This time he couldn't bring himself to look away. Not when he was looking at him like that.

"What are you-" Harry asked breathlessly, trying to think. They were so close. "-doing?"

"Shut up.." Draco said thumbing over the bottom of his lip to silence him. He tilted Harry's head up. "Just.. shut up Potter."

Draco leaned in and kissed him.

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