Well here we go, next part, Chapter 6: Seduction. I'll be posting an alternate, very *evil* chapter six on my site, smearedsilver.8m.com so if ya wanna check it, please be my guest ^__^
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Special Thanks to: Klee, who wouldn't leave me alone!!! *mock glare* until I finished this chapter. And also for her *wonderful* beta'ing ^__^ and her *fantastic* idea that totally got this chapter going. Thanks, Klee! P.S. go check out her new fic "Completely Incomplete" it's soooo great
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And now everything was different, they stayed up late into the night whispering about anything and everything. It felt as if Draco was somehow his dirtier, stronger half. Dirty because of his past, strong because he had survived it.. The Malfoy Harry had known before hadn't changed one bit, though. He was still snobbish and hardly ever *really* opened up to his Gryffindor bedmate. It was only during those nights when Harry would wake Draco up, hand clamped over the pale boy's mouth to muffle his screams, that Draco would ever tell him *anything* bad that had happened to him. It seemed that only in the shadow of the night, when Harry couldn't see his face, that he would speak in broken sentences about his father, about his mother, and what happened at Malfoy Manor.
But other than those personal things, the two were constantly griping about school, comparing homework, and making jokes about Snape (It turned out that Draco thought the Potions Master was a bit of a sycophant). And Draco came up every night, using Harry's invisibility cloak. He hadn't been caught yet, only Dean and Seamus knew there was a 6th person in the Gryffindor dorms every night. Harry doubted that would last for long, though.
And as for the romantic part of their "relationship", well, Harry wasn't even sure that *existed*. Oh yeah, there was the occasional goodnight kiss, but nothing--- solid. And Harry, being a *cough*horny!*cough* guy, and a Gryffindor, was getting a little… frustrated. Draco barely *touched* him (while they were awake) and Harry was coming to the last of his patience with the Slytherin. He didn't know what Draco wanted, didn't know what he thought or felt, or even if the blonde was just fucking with his head. Hell, I don't even know what *I* want! he thought one night as he turned off the light and Draco slid into the bed.
"Draco?" he tried timidly.
"Mmmf. What?" he replied, irritated.
"Well…"
"Mmm. Not tonight, I'm sorta tired…"
"Er-" *small kissing noise*
"G'night, 'Arry." *an exasperated sigh*
"But…" *soft snoring sounds* Harry turned over, away from the Slytherins touch, so confused it brought him no comfort this night. He couldn't bear not knowing where this was going! Harry lay in bed for hours, tossing and turning, his thoughts buzzing in his head like elusive gnats that wouldn't stop pestering him.
So, there he was, at one o'clock in the morning, staring up at the ceiling, when one of those little gnats bit him and he had an epiphany. A very good, very wickedly *evil* idea came to him.
He groped around on the bedside table for him wand, and when he had it, whispered, "Lumos." and set the lit wand on the bed. Draco was lying on his stomach, his head facing Harry. The light from the wand highlighted his perfect cheekbones and ivory skin. He looked very peaceful, for once, and for a second Harry felt the *tiniest* bit guilty for what he was about to do. But then it was gone.
He gently nudged the sleeping teen. Draco grumbled, mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Bed hog," and rolled over onto his back. Harry grinned. Perfect. Without giving it a second thought he sat smack atop the unsuspecting Slytherin and placed one hand over his mouth.
Draco jerked, and tried to sit up. To Harry's satisfaction, he couldn't. Then he tried to speak, his breath warming Harry's hand.
"Good morning, Draco." said the Gryffindor sweetly, removing his hand.
"Bloody hell!" Draco hissed. "What the fuck are you do-" but he stopped when Harry kissed him. Draco inhaled sharply in surprise, then he moaned and relaxed into the surprise kiss. Who was he to complain if Harry wanted to snog? He tried to deepen the kiss, pull Harry closer, but abruptly the lithe creature on top of him broke away.
"Wait."
"What?" Draco rasped. "What is going on, Harry? Is this why you woke me up? I think we should go to sleep." he said firmly.
"No."
"No?" Draco's eyebrows raised. Usually Harry would listen to him. Harry didn't answer. He was too busy ridding Draco of the big t-shirt he was wearing. Harry only wore boxers to bed, as did all the other boys he knew. Draco wore the shirt, as he had once explained, for "extra warmth".
The pale boy gasped as he felt Harry's cool fingers caressing his shoulders, the pads moving in light circles over his flesh. Harry leaned down and kissed Draco again, and, greedily, Draco returned it. His mind was screaming at him, all the reasons *not* to do this but God, he just couldn't get enough of that sensual mouth! Harry drew away, and Draco tried to pull him back down, but Harry wouldn't let him.
"What's gotten into you?" he whispered in amazement as Harry trailed small kisses along his collarbone. Again, Harry didn't answer, but instead put his hands on either side of Draco's head so that his head was above Draco's. He leaned down, breath stirring the tangled strands of blonde hair.
"We need to talk." he whispered.
"Talk?" Draco was puzzled. "About what?" Not that Harry, please-
"Shhh." Harry murmured. "Here's how it works, I ask a question, and you answer. Got it?"
"Uh, I don't think so!"
"But I do." and he had the nerve to smirk. Smirk! At Draco Malfoy! What the hell?! But then he forget his indignation because Harry pressed his body down on his own and oh God Harry's soft voice in his ear, "What happens when you're at home?"
"Ah..I'm not… going to… tell you!" And then Harry twisted legs tighter around Draco's body, causing his hips to buck upward. Harry nipped softly at the tender skin of Draco's neck. "Hey- that'll leave a mark!" Harry just smirked again.
"What happens?" the whisper again. All he got was a muffled moan. Harry rocked his hips, pressed seamlessly against the youth under him, and he soon had Draco writhing.
"God, stop please Harry you're killing me…" Grinning broadly now, Harry tried one more time.
"What happens?" Draco didn't bother to open his eyes, he just licked his lips and said haltingly,
"And what do I get if I answer?" Harry thought about this.
"If you answer *everything* I ask," he said sibilantly, "I'll let you go and you can ravish me to your heart's content." A faintly amused smile flickered on Draco's face, but immediately went away when Harry rolled his hips again. A tortured moan arose from Draco's throat, even though he tried his hardest not to make a sound. Harry was *way* too good at this.
"All right!" he ground out. "All right. Draco struggled for beat, tried to regain his focus. "Death Eaters, they are *always* welcome at Malfoy Manor. There's always at least one in the house. And trust me, Harry," he said, suddenly serious despite the position they were in, "don't *ever* get in the way of a drunken Death Eater. *Ever*." Eyes wide, Harry nodded. "I made that mistake. And once I walked in, there was no getting out." Draco winced, he didn't like remembering the summers home. "They don't forget." he said softly. "They'll… have new curses they'll want to try out, for Muggle-torture. And my father says, 'Hey, you're welcome to try them out on Draco!'" he finished bitterly.
"Oh my God." Harry whispered.
"Yes, I am, but there's no need to flatter me so, Potter." Harry stared at Draco, green locked onto gray, at what was concealed beneath the surface, the many scars.
Without warning, Draco pushed over and sent Harry sprawling. He flipped his former captor on his back and now their positions were completely reversed, Draco sitting on the other boy's stomach.
"I like this better." Draco purred. Harry blinked up at him in shock.
"How did *that* happen?" he asked, fretting over his loss of control. But he promptly decided that he didn't mind *that* much, because now Draco was kissing him and- ooooh yes. But Harry still needed questions to be answered, he wasn't about to let them go. He opened his eyes and looked up at Draco. The Slytherin stopped smirking when he saw the look on Harry's face. He sighed. The look… those puppy dog eyes…
"Oh all right!" he grumbled softly. "What else?" Harry glanced away, and started speaking, low and soft, not looking at Draco.
"I just… I don't understand why you didn't tell me that stuff before! I'm not going to hurt you. You know that." At this, Harry looked back up to find *Draco* looking away.
Draco sighed again. "I *do* know that. I do trust you, Harry."
Harry made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. "Then *why*-"
"Because I've never told *anyone* the things that I tell you! No one! No one." he repeated softly. Harry fell silent at this. Finally, he said,
"Well, from now on would you please *talk* to me?" Reluctantly, Draco nodded. "*Promise*?" Harry persisted.
"Yes I promise all right?" Draco nearly snapped. Harry recoiled slightly, pressing back into the mattress, but recovered his nerve. Draco looked at him warily. "What?"
"Well…" he bit his lower lip fetchingly. "Why haven't you… I mean- we haven't, erm-" he blushed uncomfortably. Draco raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Well, I just don't know where we stand, what's going *on*, I don't even know what you're doing here, but I know I don't want you to leave and- you just don't seem to *want* me, is all." and Harry blushed straight down to his shoulders. Draco chuckled softly and placed a short kiss on the Gryffindor's lips.
"That's not it at *all*." Draco assured him. "It's just…" and he trailed off, looking a little lost. How to explain? He didn't even *want* to tell Harry, but knew that his bedmate deserved to know the truth. So he tried anyway. For the Boy-Who-Lived. He took a deep breath, and shifted so their bodies were perfectly aligned, and Draco could fully see Harry's face.
"Harry, this, you, are the best thing that's happened to me. And. And, I'm *determined* *not* to screw this up, unlike everything *else* in my life." he said forcefully. "And if that means keeping my hands off you if I don't think you're ready well, then that's what I have to do." Harry looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent. Draco laughed again. "Not want you? How could I not *not* want you? God, Harry I want to introduce you to pleasure, I want to make you *scream*. I come up here every fucking *night* and it's *so* *hard* to keep away from you, you're like a magnet you know that?" Harry gulped and then flung his arms around the pale boy above him.
"Don't ever leave." he whispered into silky blonde hair. "*Ever.*"
TBC…
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