Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:
Author's Notes: Hey, here's the next chapter. There are a few notes on Harry's general behavior at the bottom if you want to read them. And if you catch any mistakes I'd be grateful if you e-mailed me so I can fix them or just left a comment about it. Anyway, you'll like this chapter.
Warnings for this chapter: Smut! Bad language. That's it, I think. Go, read! And tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for the time being. This will be slash (eventually). Don't like it? Don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy.
The night air was dark, cool, and refreshing, but it soon gave way to morning. Considering the fact the boys were in the air as the sun began to ascend it's daily climb into the sky, they were forced to land. Though the lovely cascade of golden and crimson sunlight was pretty, it wasn't very good for flying conditions. Bright rays of sunlight had been bouncing off nearby clouds and blinding them both, not to mention they were weary to the bone from stress and a sleepless night. After a quick exchanged glance of wordless communication, they landed in a small copse of trees near a meandering stream.
Draco dismounted stiffly and spread his cloak out on the dewy grass, collapsing heavily and stretching out his limbs with a few loud groans of pain. He rested his cheek against the soft velvet material of his cloak and closed his eyes, attempting to make his head stop swimming. He felt movement somewhere close and cracked open one eyelid to see Harry lounging nearby before shutting it again. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, leaving the Slytherin exhausted and wrung out. Harry looked tired, but pleased with himself and his hair was poking uncontrollably in every direction imaginable.
Grumbling complaints inaudibly to himself, Draco hefted himself up and crawled over to the stream, cupping his hands to take a few gulps of water. He splashed his face and drank enthusiastically, relieved to quench that particular brand of thirst that flying caused. Then the Slytherin scooted back to his previous spot and sprawled out again, throwing his arm over his eyes to block out the rapidly brightening sunlight. "Alright, Draco?" Harry questioned kindly.
Draco made a vaguely disgruntled sound in reply.
"Yeah, me too." Harry said with a bit of amusement coloring his voice.
There was a long moment of companionable silence while birds began to twitter on in the background. The sunlight cast jagged shadows through the trees and the air had that fresh, crisp morning smell. Draco removed his arm and took it all in, the rugged wildness of nature that he couldn't help but appreciate. He heard Harry remove his glasses, but it was a distant thing he paid little attention to. "Draco?" Harry asked softly and the Slytherin turned to him in a distracted manner.
"Hmm?" And then Harry's lips were against his and Draco couldn't help but inhale sharply in shock. The Gryffindor coaxed his mouth open and then they were kissing and Draco knew he shouldn't be doing it, but somehow he couldn't make himself stop and Harry's mouth was so hot compared to their chilly surroundings and oh Merlin, he was doing that thing with his tongue again. Every time Harry touched him Draco was undone, but he wasn't sure Harry knew how to put him back together again. Even with all that, the Slytherin couldn't resist. Couldn't resist pressing closer to Harry's warmth and fighting a duel of tongues and teeth with his mouth that neither could lose.
Finally, Draco managed to gather up a tiny shred of sense and he pushed Harry away, still reeling form the onslaught. "Why… why did you do that?" He asked, licking his lips and biting back a moan when he noticed that Harry's taste still lingered on them.
Harry's lifted his hand and brushed his fingertips against Draco's cheek, still watching Draco with those brilliant green eyes. "Because I wanted to."
"Don't. Don't - you can't just." Draco abruptly turned his head away from Harry's caresses.
"Can't just what? What's wrong?" Harry asked, concerned.
"What's wrong?" Draco echoed incredulously. "I'm not your fuck toy, Potter. If you want to 'experiment', do it on your own time." He said harshly, dredging up the anger he'd felt at being treated so carelessly by Harry the last time they'd done this.
The Gryffindor looked both uncomfortable and adorably confused. "What? What are you talking about?"
"I don't like to be led on." Draco said evenly, locking eyes with the other boy. "If you want me, fine. If you don't, that's fine too. We can just be friends. But I don't appreciate being played with."
"You mean…?" Realization was finally dawning on him and with it dismay. "I didn't realize I was leading you on. I'm sorry, Draco. I would never deliberately hurt you. You know that, don't you?" He was so heartbreakingly sincere, so Gryffindorish, that Draco didn't have the heart to snap at him.
"I know. Why do you think I didn't use an impotence hex on you?"
"Um." Was all Harry had to say, his eyes wide.
Draco couldn't help but smirk at the expression. "Yes. Think on that for a bit."
"I really am sorry." Harry offered, looking down abashedly so that his hair fell into his eyes. Draco brushed the dark locks away carefully for him. Harry's head lifted and he studied Draco's face thoroughly, his eyes intense. "May I… May I kiss you again?"
And stunned, Draco had to chalk one up to Gryffindor bravery. He was silent for a long moment, unsure of how to respond, but when Harry's eyes filled with disappointment and began to loose that familiar openness the words tumbled out of his mouth of his own accord.
"Yes. Yes, you may."
And Draco leaned forward to meet Harry's lips, sighing against his mouth because it simply felt so right. It was a soft kiss, a serious one that asked a question. Draco's unequivocal reply was yes and he answered with passion and a sort of muted reverence, letting Harry pull him onto his lap and wrapping an arm around the other boy to steady himself. Draco lost himself in the kiss, letting the world fall away for a few moments while he focused on the way Harry's hand on the small of his back made him shiver with delight and how he nibbled at Draco's bottom lips so enticingly. The firmness of Harry's thighs under his legs as Draco straddled his lap was wonderful and Draco clutched at Harry's bicep for balance while he explored the other boy's mouth thoroughly.
Draco pulled back again and the rumbling noise of protest Harry made in his chest and the glazed green eyes almost drew him back for more, but his self control prevailed. "Do you want me? Say it, Potter."
"I want you." Harry said huskily, flushing at the wanton tone of his own voice. Draco leaned against him, brushing open mouthed kisses across the salty expanse of his neck and tangling his fingers in the thick hair at the nape of the Gryffindor's neck.
"Mmm, really?" He murmured against soft skin. "Do you want me enough to be my lover?" Harry shivered and gasped softly, but before he could reply Draco pushed on. "Do you want me enough to turn down all those girls who fling themselves at you because you're the Boy Who Lived? Enough to have a real relationship with me? Enough to fuck me until all I can think about is you?"
"Yes. God, yes." Harry all but moaned.
Draco felt triumph surge through him and he lifted his head and cupped Harry's face with both his hands, making sure the other boy was looking at him. "Then you're mine, Harry." He said fiercely. "You're mine and if you dare to hurt me again I'll spit on your Firebolt and roast you like a suckling pig."
"Erk." Said Harry, jolted out of his lustful daze by the graphic threat.
Before he could contemplate Draco's possessive words, the Slytherin was ravishing his mouth once more. They tumbled to the ground in a sprawl of limbs as they unbalanced and their kiss was broken. As soon as they landed their mouths clashed together urgently once more and Draco slid his hands under Harry's shirt, clutching at the bare skin of his back while the Gryffindor kissed him until his head spun dizzily. "I want you. Oh, god I want you." Harry muttered, sprinkling love bites and kisses down Draco's neck. It seemed as though once he'd started saying it he couldn't stop. "Want you." Kiss. "So bad." Sloppy suck near his collarbone that made Draco whimper. "Want you, want you, want you."
"Oh fuck." He said breathlessly. "You can have me anyway you want me."
Harry paused, his eyes widening with surprise. "Really? Wow." Then he promptly brushed a bright shade of red, even to the tips of his ears. Draco's eyes followed the red flush down his neck and he was wondering just how far the blush traveled when Harry distracted him from his train of thought. "But, er. I don't really know about what two boys do together. I mean, I can guess." He shrugged awkwardly. "But it's not something you can just ask around about, you know?"
"Hmm?" Draco asked. Then he blinked, the words sinking in. Smirking, he leaned forward and traced the curve of Harry's ear with his tongue, making sure to bite down on his earlobe before whispering seductively in his ear. "We could suck one another off. Would you like that?" Harry's breath caught at the thought.
"Oh god." He whispered faintly.
"You keep saying that, but I don't think you really want God watching us, Harry." The Slytherin said, snickering.
Harry rolled his eyes, but he chuckled too. "No, definitely not. So, er. How exactly…?"
"You can blow me first." Draco chipped in. "After all, you won't be able to move after I'm finished with you. I promise you that." The last phrase was almost a purr and Harry licked his lips, his pupils dilating.
Harry took a deep breath and reached for Draco's zipper, pulling it down quickly. Draco shimmied a bit, letting his trousers puddle around his thighs and because he didn't wear any underwear that was the extent of their preparation. Draco watched Harry who was watching him back, both locked in a stalemate. The Slytherin slid a hand down his body and, with the other boy watching his every move, squeezed his erection. Harry made a helpless sound at the sight of Draco touching himself. Leaning back on his cloak, Draco tilted his head to the side and lowered his eyelids, casting Harry an enticing look. "Please?"
That was all it took.
Harry pounced on Draco, moving in between Draco's legs and wrapping a hand around the base of the Slytherin's cock. He closed his lips around the head before sucking hard. Draco bit his bottom lip, closing his eyes and letting the Gryffindor do as he pleased. "Try - oh! Try using your, mmm. Tongue. Oh, yeah. Oh." It felt so very good, having a warm, wet mouth around him like that with Harry's tongue flicking against his very sensitive nerves.
The Gryffindor might not have been very skilled, but his enthusiasm more than made up for it. When Draco opened his eyes, the sight of Harry's head between his legs as it bobbed back and forth while Draco's cock disappeared between his lips made him whimper at the absolutely mind blowing image. Even the occasional light, careful graze of teeth tugged him towards orgasm. Soon Draco's back was arching and he mewled, clenching his hand in Harry's hair as he came. The other boy, after a moment of hesitation swallowed, but because of it some of the fluid escaped one corner of his mouth. Unable to resist, the Slytherin pulled the other boy towards him and licked at his lips, reveling in the taste of his own come in Harry Potter's mouth. It was undeniably exciting, getting something other people would kill for, but that wasn't really why he'd done it in the first place.
It was the tiny surprised sound Harry made when Draco kissed him and the way his hands always seemed to gravitate to Draco's hair. It was the way he just so damnably brave and sweet. It was because he was simply Harry. Draco pulled the other boy fully onto the cloak and clambered on top of him, still searching out all traces of his come in Harry's mouth with his tongue.
He fumbled at Harry's shirt, pulling it over his head and bending down to lick his way down the Gryffindor Seeker's lightly muscled chest. The flat abdomen with it's washboard form was his undoing and Draco circled his tongue around Harry's belly button before tongue fucking it wildly. Then he followed the little trail of hair down towards the waistband of the other boy's trousers with his mouth, ripping at the button and zipper until it was undone. To his utter irritation, he was forced to pull a pair of boxers down along with the trousers, but eventually he found himself poised between Harry's thighs with that delicious cock right in front of him.
Smirking like the Slytherin was, he looked up and made eye contact with Harry who was panting helplessly. Keeping his eyes locked with Harry's he licked at the head of Harry's cock wetly, making sure every movement of his tongue was visible. The other boy moaned, shifting his hips upward instinctively. Draco smoothed one hipbone with his thumb and licked at the vein on the bottom of Harry's cock before swallowing it down until his lips were sealed around the base. "Oh, fuck. Oh, holy buggering hell. Oh. My. God." Harry babbled above him, his mouth running on while his brain shut off completely.
Draco used everything he'd learned by practicing on himself on Harry, working his mouth over the other boy's erection and kneading his balls because it seemed to get Harry even more incoherent and hot. When he pulled back and let the head of Harry's cock move slickly against his wet lips, the Gryffindor threw his head back and groaned. He took Harry's erection in his mouth once more and sucked hard twice.
It pushed the other boy over the edge and with a wild shout that would have done a howler monkey proud, he jerked his hips several times and flooded Draco's mouth with come. The Slytherin swallowed neatly before pulling off and observing the flushed, dazed and motionless Gryffindor under him. Suddenly reminded of the fact he hadn't pulled his pants up, Draco tidied himself up as best he could before turning to Harry once again.
"Alright, Harry?"
"Brain. Melted." Was the other boy's slurred response.
Draco eyed the blissful look on Harry's face and his glassy, vacant green eyes doubtfully. "Somehow, I don't think we'll be flying home."
To be Continued
Notes: I know some people think Harry's naïve or rather clueless, but he's only that way when it comes to himself or to sex. After all, growing up with the Dursleys wouldn't help his self image any. And Harry might know about the mechanics of sex through books or from hearsay, but he doesn't know about sexual etiquette because he doesn't have any real sexual experience. He certainly hadn't realized Draco had a romantic interest in him (because after all he's 'just Harry', who would?) and he didn't even think that Draco might have wanted to be more than friends with him. His comment to Hermione in Chapter 45 was off the cuff and tactless, but Harry hadn't even thought to censor his words because he didn't realize he could hurt Draco with them. I just thought I'd clear that up for those of you who were wondering why Harry was quite so oblivious.
Comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome.