Chapter 9
"So where were you last night?" Draco paused between sending Harry messages and looked up. Crabbe was looking at him expectantly and the rest of the table were studying their food pretending they weren't listening.
"I mean, after Greg stumbled in with what looked suspiciously like a cloaked Griffindor on his arm as two in the morning Blaise and I couldn't sleep and you didn't turn up all night."
"Ah. Erm, about that, I, uh," Draco trailed off not knowing quite what to say.
"You're giving it to Potter aren't you," Pansy's annoying voice screeched next to his ear.
"No! I, erm, I mean we're just, erm." // Potter, help me here, what do I say? // \\ you're on your own, babe. Hmmn, to give head or not to give head, that is the-\\ // Shut it! Seriously, should I tell them? // \\ Do what you want. \\
"Pah, fine." Draco sat back, annoyed.
"Really? You and Potter? I thought you were just playing with him! I bet your father would be interested to hear about this."
// Woh, not good // \\ you're telling me! \\
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Next morning at breakfast, Draco decided to sit on the Griffindor table. The Slytherins were a little hostile that he was 'fraternising with the enemy.' It didn't stop his father's owl finding him though. He opened the letter with shaking fingers and held it so Harry could read simultaneously.
Son,
I have just received a rather interesting letter from Miss Parkinson concerning yourself and Harry Potter. Whilst I advise discretion, I feel I cannot forbid your relationship as that would be an act of utter hypocrisy.
I ask for your promise of secrecy in exchange for what I am about to say. Your beau's father and myself entered into a relationship similar to that of yourselves. Your grandfather believed it to be scandalous and a disgrace to the Malfoy name. I was forbidden contact with James and a marriage between your mother and I was arranged.
Don't get me wrong, your grandfather was not a rash and impulsive man; I had had many relationships of a similar orientation before. Your Potions master and I were close for most of my years before James proclaimed his adoration.
I wish you well in your connection with Harry; remember, it would not bode well for our popularity if you were seen to hurt our nation's saviour.
Oh and please inform me if you start hearing things.
Luscius
The boys looked up at the same time, thinking pretty much the same thing. // Our dads? // \\ I'm not sure I want to be thinking of my father doing that. \\ // Eww, shut up. //
"What do you think he meant by hearing things?"
"Take a guess. Jeez, I think that curse must have done something to your head apart from leaving that scar. Come on, lets go celebrate the fact that father doesn't want to murder me."
"How?"
Draco sat back down, confused. He knew what he wanted to do, but he wanted to make it special. That time in Harry's ancestor's bedroom was great for him and he wanted to return the favour. He stood up quickly and ran over to the Slytherin table. Harry waited whilst he saw Draco lean down and whisper something to Vincent Crabbe. He wondered what he was up to and sat back attempting, unsuccessfully to read Draco's thoughts.
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"Crabbe, you know our little contest? Well, I know there were unusual circumstances but, I mean, Greg forfeited; do I win?"
"Merlin, you're still on about that room? Have it, no one else wants it. Gregory appears to be a little distracted lately." He nodded towards the love-struck boy who was drooling into his pumpkin juice, staring unblinkingly at the Irish lad, who was currently doing a jig around the Grand Hall whilst singing an old Irish folk song. He looked up in shock as Draco kissed him on the lips then ran back to Harry's table, span Seamus twice around then skipped off towards the Slytherin Common Room with Harry in tow.
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"Not that I'm complaining or anything but where are we?"
"My dorm now shut up and kiss me."
"I thought you shared with Crabbe and Goyle."
"Vincent and Gregory and not anymore. Stop talking and kiss me."
"Not anymore? What do you mean?"
Draco stopped trying to strip Harry and sighed, sitting back on the lavishly furnished room. He couldn't wait to have Harry writhing under him on those green silk sheets but it appeared Harry wouldn't have any part until everything was sorted out.
"Did you never wonder why I came on so strong in the changing rooms? Greg and I were fighting over who should get this room and Vincent came up with the idea that I should seduce you and Greg should seduce Seamus and then depending on who was most devastated at the Halloween Ball after an extremely public break up, you or Seamus, then they would win the room. Thanks to Neville's unfortunate intervention, I won. Now will you please stop with all the chitchat and put your mouth to much better use."
Harry gently pushed Draco back on the soft pillows and met his lips in a deliciously tender kiss. When Draco felt Harry's tongue slip between his moist lips he almost passed out with pleasure. // You do know I don't forgive you fully for ditching me on the dance floor for this room? And I so wasn't devastated, it was just 'cause Seamus didn't get dumped that you won. Oh and another thing- // Harry's mind went blank as Draco flipped him over so Draco could be on top, and ground his straining erection against Harry's rapidly growing hardness.
Harry pulled off his shirt, popping the last few buttons off in his hurry to strip and as soon as Draco's top was off he pulled him down, anxious to feel the pale flesh in contact with his. He buried his hands in the Silver- blond hair as a soft tongue thrust inside his mouth, invading the velvety succulence. He moaned as the kiss was rudely withdrawn but gasped as Draco's mouth found his collarbone and alternatively nipped and sucked. He sighed as Draco gripped the tender nodule of his nipple with his teeth. // Like that, did you? // \\ Don't stop. \\
Harry, feeling the deep vibrations of Draco laughing, decided to move things on a bit. He quickly reversed their positions and sat up, straddling his Dragon's lean hips. He leant forwards to suck on the sensitive spot behind Draco's ear as his right hand casually drifted down the muscular torso to undo Draco's trousers. He slid them down Draco's legs and slowly kissed his way back up until he was confronted by Draco's throbbing manhood. He glided his hand up and down Draco's length before rubbing it softly. He slipped his other hand underneath Draco and grasped his taut buttocks before deftly manipulating his hole with a finger.
Draco struggled for breath as he felt Harry's finger invading his depths. He felt his pleasure mounting when the finger was swiftly withdrawn and replaced with Harry's dripping prick. He felt the delicious resistance as Harry sank himself deep within him and groaned as Harry started slowly thrusting in and out. He arched towards him as the pulsating rod gained speed and he felt himself reaching the pinnacle of excitement. Harry, also, was losing himself in the luxurious piston action and released himself shuddering into Draco's depths. He felt Draco shoot his spunk into his hand and they collapsed into a misshapen tangle of limbs on the bed. Draco stared at his lover glistening with sweat and smiled unreservedly. Harry returned the blissful smile and thought happily // I love you so much. //
He was rewarded by the other boy's quiet reply. "I love you, too."
"So where were you last night?" Draco paused between sending Harry messages and looked up. Crabbe was looking at him expectantly and the rest of the table were studying their food pretending they weren't listening.
"I mean, after Greg stumbled in with what looked suspiciously like a cloaked Griffindor on his arm as two in the morning Blaise and I couldn't sleep and you didn't turn up all night."
"Ah. Erm, about that, I, uh," Draco trailed off not knowing quite what to say.
"You're giving it to Potter aren't you," Pansy's annoying voice screeched next to his ear.
"No! I, erm, I mean we're just, erm." // Potter, help me here, what do I say? // \\ you're on your own, babe. Hmmn, to give head or not to give head, that is the-\\ // Shut it! Seriously, should I tell them? // \\ Do what you want. \\
"Pah, fine." Draco sat back, annoyed.
"Really? You and Potter? I thought you were just playing with him! I bet your father would be interested to hear about this."
// Woh, not good // \\ you're telling me! \\
~~~~****~~~~
Next morning at breakfast, Draco decided to sit on the Griffindor table. The Slytherins were a little hostile that he was 'fraternising with the enemy.' It didn't stop his father's owl finding him though. He opened the letter with shaking fingers and held it so Harry could read simultaneously.
Son,
I have just received a rather interesting letter from Miss Parkinson concerning yourself and Harry Potter. Whilst I advise discretion, I feel I cannot forbid your relationship as that would be an act of utter hypocrisy.
I ask for your promise of secrecy in exchange for what I am about to say. Your beau's father and myself entered into a relationship similar to that of yourselves. Your grandfather believed it to be scandalous and a disgrace to the Malfoy name. I was forbidden contact with James and a marriage between your mother and I was arranged.
Don't get me wrong, your grandfather was not a rash and impulsive man; I had had many relationships of a similar orientation before. Your Potions master and I were close for most of my years before James proclaimed his adoration.
I wish you well in your connection with Harry; remember, it would not bode well for our popularity if you were seen to hurt our nation's saviour.
Oh and please inform me if you start hearing things.
Luscius
The boys looked up at the same time, thinking pretty much the same thing. // Our dads? // \\ I'm not sure I want to be thinking of my father doing that. \\ // Eww, shut up. //
"What do you think he meant by hearing things?"
"Take a guess. Jeez, I think that curse must have done something to your head apart from leaving that scar. Come on, lets go celebrate the fact that father doesn't want to murder me."
"How?"
Draco sat back down, confused. He knew what he wanted to do, but he wanted to make it special. That time in Harry's ancestor's bedroom was great for him and he wanted to return the favour. He stood up quickly and ran over to the Slytherin table. Harry waited whilst he saw Draco lean down and whisper something to Vincent Crabbe. He wondered what he was up to and sat back attempting, unsuccessfully to read Draco's thoughts.
~~~~****~~~~
"Crabbe, you know our little contest? Well, I know there were unusual circumstances but, I mean, Greg forfeited; do I win?"
"Merlin, you're still on about that room? Have it, no one else wants it. Gregory appears to be a little distracted lately." He nodded towards the love-struck boy who was drooling into his pumpkin juice, staring unblinkingly at the Irish lad, who was currently doing a jig around the Grand Hall whilst singing an old Irish folk song. He looked up in shock as Draco kissed him on the lips then ran back to Harry's table, span Seamus twice around then skipped off towards the Slytherin Common Room with Harry in tow.
~~~~****~~~~
"Not that I'm complaining or anything but where are we?"
"My dorm now shut up and kiss me."
"I thought you shared with Crabbe and Goyle."
"Vincent and Gregory and not anymore. Stop talking and kiss me."
"Not anymore? What do you mean?"
Draco stopped trying to strip Harry and sighed, sitting back on the lavishly furnished room. He couldn't wait to have Harry writhing under him on those green silk sheets but it appeared Harry wouldn't have any part until everything was sorted out.
"Did you never wonder why I came on so strong in the changing rooms? Greg and I were fighting over who should get this room and Vincent came up with the idea that I should seduce you and Greg should seduce Seamus and then depending on who was most devastated at the Halloween Ball after an extremely public break up, you or Seamus, then they would win the room. Thanks to Neville's unfortunate intervention, I won. Now will you please stop with all the chitchat and put your mouth to much better use."
Harry gently pushed Draco back on the soft pillows and met his lips in a deliciously tender kiss. When Draco felt Harry's tongue slip between his moist lips he almost passed out with pleasure. // You do know I don't forgive you fully for ditching me on the dance floor for this room? And I so wasn't devastated, it was just 'cause Seamus didn't get dumped that you won. Oh and another thing- // Harry's mind went blank as Draco flipped him over so Draco could be on top, and ground his straining erection against Harry's rapidly growing hardness.
Harry pulled off his shirt, popping the last few buttons off in his hurry to strip and as soon as Draco's top was off he pulled him down, anxious to feel the pale flesh in contact with his. He buried his hands in the Silver- blond hair as a soft tongue thrust inside his mouth, invading the velvety succulence. He moaned as the kiss was rudely withdrawn but gasped as Draco's mouth found his collarbone and alternatively nipped and sucked. He sighed as Draco gripped the tender nodule of his nipple with his teeth. // Like that, did you? // \\ Don't stop. \\
Harry, feeling the deep vibrations of Draco laughing, decided to move things on a bit. He quickly reversed their positions and sat up, straddling his Dragon's lean hips. He leant forwards to suck on the sensitive spot behind Draco's ear as his right hand casually drifted down the muscular torso to undo Draco's trousers. He slid them down Draco's legs and slowly kissed his way back up until he was confronted by Draco's throbbing manhood. He glided his hand up and down Draco's length before rubbing it softly. He slipped his other hand underneath Draco and grasped his taut buttocks before deftly manipulating his hole with a finger.
Draco struggled for breath as he felt Harry's finger invading his depths. He felt his pleasure mounting when the finger was swiftly withdrawn and replaced with Harry's dripping prick. He felt the delicious resistance as Harry sank himself deep within him and groaned as Harry started slowly thrusting in and out. He arched towards him as the pulsating rod gained speed and he felt himself reaching the pinnacle of excitement. Harry, also, was losing himself in the luxurious piston action and released himself shuddering into Draco's depths. He felt Draco shoot his spunk into his hand and they collapsed into a misshapen tangle of limbs on the bed. Draco stared at his lover glistening with sweat and smiled unreservedly. Harry returned the blissful smile and thought happily // I love you so much. //
He was rewarded by the other boy's quiet reply. "I love you, too."