Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:
Author's Notes: This one's a pretty long chapter. Hope you enjoy. ^_^
Warnings for this chapter: Language and smut.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for the time being. This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy.
The trip to Draco's room was a blur of lustful looks and rushed impatience. As soon as they reached their destination, Harry tossed his glasses away before turning to Draco with a hungry expression on his handsome face. He tugged Draco inside and captured the Slytherin's mouth eagerly with his own as the stone wall closed itself behind them with a low grinding sound neither boy paid the least bit of attention to. Draco let himself be pressed up against the wall by Harry's sturdier frame, relishing the way the other boy's body fit so well against his. Harry was kissing him so possessively, thrusting his tongue inside Draco's mouth and claiming it as his own, that the Slytherin could only submit, moaning into Harry's mouth.
They almost ripped their robes off, their fingers clumsy with desire. Still kissing as if their very lives depended on it, Draco walked Harry backwards until his knees hit the couch and then pushed him down onto it. With a wicked smirk he straddled the Gryffindor and leaned in to press open fervent kisses and love bites to the side of his neck. Harry, his hands tangled in the fine, golden strands of Draco's hair, threw his head back and bucked his hips up. "Mmmm, like that do you?" Draco murmured throatily against the damp skin of Harry's throat.
"Yes, you bastard. I can't believe you did that to…" Draco lapped at Harry's pulse point and the Gryffindor lost his train of thought for a moment. "Oh, fuck…" And then he determinedly caught it again. "…me."
"Fuck you? Would you like that, Harry?"
The dark haired boy moaned, his hips raising again reflexively. "Oh, god." He gasped, before finally gathering the shreds of his composure. "That's not what I meant and you know it. You were feeling me up under the table."
Draco couldn't but snicker. "One of my better ideas, I do admit." He licked a slow, sensuous line up Harry's throat before nuzzling it affectionately.
"I don't suppose you have any other ideas?" Harry asked breathlessly, those sultry bedroom eyes of his capturing Draco's complete attention. The dark green color was enthralling and his sinfully long eyelashes only emphasized its effects.
The Slytherin nibbled on Harry's ear thoughtfully for a moment. "Well, why don't you get undressed? I want a get a nice, long look at you. Want to touch every inch of your skin and make it mine. Or maybe just lick every inch of it." He said impishly, sitting back to observe.
"Oh." Harry said, swallowing heavily. "Okay."
His fingers fumbled a bit as he undressed and Draco, unable to just sit by, helped him out of his shirt and trousers. Harry kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks, leaving him in just his boxers. Draco couldn't help but run his hands over the other boy's lightly muscled chest, relishing the feel of his warm, smooth skin. Harry, who blushing a bit, looked delightfully bashful as he eased off his boxers and Draco found himself rubbing his own erection through his trousers at the sight.
"Um. I'm feeling a little silly here, being the only naked person in the room and all." Harry said, lounging awkwardly on the couch. Draco laughed giddily and began disrobing while the Gryffindor looked on. He did a little strip tease, tugging his belt out slowly, moving his hips smoothly in time to the tugs while Harry watched and licked his lips. The shirt was unbuttoned slowly and shrugged from his shoulders in one liquid, sensual movement. By that time, ever the impatient Gryffindor, Harry had decided to assist and together they managed to deposit the rest of Draco's clothing in an untidy pile on the floor.
When he was finally undressed, Draco crawled up Harry's body slowly, smirking mischievously all the while. The Gryffindor ran his hands down the blonde's sides before cupping his arse and pulling him closer. All that bare skin felt wonderful and the Slytherin rubbed himself languidly against Harry who looked utterly blown away at the sensation. Draco leaned in for a kiss, sighing in satisfaction as their lips met and their tongues tangled.
Draco broke off the kiss in favor of investigating the hidden secrets of Harry's body, plying lips and tongue down Harry's neck and collarbone, licking at tiny depression in his throat, swirling his tongue over Harry's nipples and then blowing cool air over them just to see him shiver. The blonde took the liberty of satisfying his curiosity. He tasted the skin on Harry's wrist, rubbed his cheek against the other boy's hip bone, smoothed Harry's inner thighs with his fingertips, licked at the tiny little trail of hair leading downwards from Harry's lower abdomen, felt the silky flesh of that patch of skin behind Harry's balls, and inhaled the heady scent of the other boy's arousal. Through it all, Harry squirmed under his attentions, but didn't distract the Slytherin from his thorough exploration. Each sigh, each tiny little involuntary noise of pleasure, was a revelation and Draco treasured every one.
Finished playing for the moment, he took pity on the almost writhing Gryffindor and nuzzled his cock before placing wet, open mouthed kisses along his erection. Harry groaned, deep in his chest, and the sound was so hot Draco rewarded him by guiding the other boy's cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the head. Harry buried his fingers in Draco's silky hair, but, being a gentleman, was careful not to tug on it.
Of course, all this time Draco's poor cock had been neglected. And though the Slytherin was a bit too busy reveling in the taste of Harry's precum to pay it much mind Harry was considerate enough to notice his predicament. After some awkward maneuvering and a bout of the giggles, the two boys managed to arrange themselves in a decent sixty-nine position.
Sprawled over the couch in a tangle of bare limbs, they sucked each other's cock with abandon, hands roving over damp, sweaty skin and their moans reverberating around each other's flesh. Draco lost himself in the feeling of giving and getting pleasure while Harry echoed the movements of his mouth on Draco's own erection. The combined scents of their arousal, not to mention the taste of Harry, was intoxicating. He became lost in the sensations and his own orgasm caught him by surprise, his hips jerking up as he sheathed himself in Harry's warm, wet mouth. Trembling, his eyes shut tightly against the pleasure washing through him, Draco came with astonishing force.
Harry swallowed and gently pulled off, wary of overestimating Draco's sensitive flesh. Still a bit muddled, Draco single mindedly returned to his task and deep throated Harry's cock, his hands gently massaging the other boy's balls. The Gryffindor moaned at the sensation, his thighs spreading involuntarily as Draco worked him over. The sounds he made were charming, a tiny little 'ah' here or a breathless 'mmm' there, not to mention the wailing 'oh god' that escaped every so often. Harry finally climaxed with a stifled shout and emptied himself into the Slytherin's mouth. Draco swallowed happily enough and rested his tousled, tawny head against Harry's thigh while they both attempted to catch their breath.
Draco pressed a kiss to the skin near his mouth and was startled when Harry clumsily sat up and arranged himself so his head was on Draco's stomach and his arms around the Slytherin's waist. The blonde raked his fingers through Harry's thick, glossy black hair and was amused to note he looked not unlike a hedgehog with his locks spiking up in almost every direction. Draco then stroked Harry's swollen lips with a fingertip, pleased at the rich red color as well as the fact it was his doing. The Gryffindor dragged himself up Draco's body for a quick kiss, a soft meeting of lips followed by a brief touch of tongues, before plopping back down with his head on Draco's stomach again.
Draco tangled their legs and stretched out a bit, letting the comfortable silence simmer between them. The blonde drifted off, content to bask in the shared body warmth and sweet afterglow, his mouth hanging open just a bit as his eyelids fluttered shut. He slept for a while, sinking into the depths of sleep while Harry did the same. It was peaceful and serene, something both boys were more than happy to experience at the moment.
However, even the most perfect of moments has to end eventually. The sound of grinding stones jolted Draco awake and he sat up, dumping Harry into a disgruntled, sleepy pile of naked boy on the floor. "What was tha' for?" The Gryffindor asked, his eyes dark and drowsy.
"Someone's coming!" Draco snapped. "Get behind the couch, quick. It's probably Pansy, the nosy bint. Hurry!" Harry scrambled for his clothes and ducked behind the couch, sitting on his haunches and hunkering down uncomfortably. Draco snatched up his robe and laid it on his lap just in time as the intruder stepped inside.
"Professor Snape?" Draco all but squawked, suddenly flustered.
"Draco. Who else did you expect?"
"Pansy, actually."
The professor looked down his hooked nose disapprovingly at the Slytherin. "Are you in the habit of greeting Miss Parkinson in the nude, Mr. Malfoy?"
"No!" Draco said hurriedly. "Not at all. She just, uh. Tends to have bad timing. That's all."
"Speaking of which… is there a reason for your current state of dishabille?"
The Slytherin was, for once, at a loss for words. But he was undoubtedly handling it better than Harry was. A whimper drifted out from behind the couch. "Uh. Well, I. Um. Was changing." He finally lied, lamely.
"I see." The Potions Master mused, one eyebrow raised. "That does not, however, explain the bit of something you have on your mouth."
Mortified, Draco promptly wiped the corners of his mouth and turned a bright shade of pink. "It er. Must be from dinner. I'm such a messy eater you know." He offered half heartedly, failing to meet the older man's eyes. Harry's snort of laughter wasn't helping matters any either. Finally, Draco grew tired of the charade. He just wanted Snape to get the hell out of his rooms, preferably right that instant. "Is there anything I can help you with, Professor?" A strangled sound from behind the couch made him blush more fiercely and he amended his words hastily. "And I mean that in a completely platonic way." Fidgeting, he adjusted the robe in his lap to cover a bit more skin.
Snape looked amused. "I just wanted to remind you that tonight you will be helping me brew Lupin's wolfsbane potion. I can see that you're busy, so I'll make myself scarce." Draco heaved a sigh of relief. However, the Potions Master wasn't quite done yet. When he was almost out the door, Snape paused and tossed his last parting phrase over his shoulder. "After all we wouldn't want Mr. Potter to get a cramp hiding behind the couch, now would we?" Then he swept of in his trademark swirl of robes, leaving Draco to gape wordlessly at him. The stones rearranged themselves as Draco stared blankly at the wall in utter horror.
Harry popped his head up from behind the back of the couch, his eyes wide and his hair even more wild than usual. "Bugger." He swore softly, obviously shocked.
"My words exactly." Draco chimed in.
"How do you think he knew?" Harry asked uneasily, joining the Slytherin on the couch.
Draco considered that for a moment, turning the thought over in his mind and examining it from all angles. "Well, you wouldn't be quiet, for one and he did see us leave the Great Hall together. Doesn't take much to come to the correct conclusion."
"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to look him in the face again, Draco. That was so embarrassing!" The Gryffindor exclaimed, running his hands through his hair nervously.
Draco smirked. "It could have been worse."
"How's that?" Harry asked skeptically.
"He could have arrived fifteen minutes earlier. Or he might have wanted in on the action." The Slytherin said, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Laughing, Draco ducked the pillow Harry attempted to swat him on the head with and tried to lunge off the couch and out of the other boy's range. Harry caught him around the waist though and tugged him back, tickling Draco mercilessly.
"Stop it, you wanker!" Draco panted between breathless bouts of helpless laughter. Harry kept tickling his ribs, pinning Draco's body beneath his own as they wrestled playfully.
The Gryffindor was grinning from ear to ear. "Say the magic word, Draco."
"Fuck you!"
"Nope, sorry." And then he was tickling Draco sides and the Slytherin was forced to squirm under him, laughing despite himself. His chest was heaving and his face was pink with exertion.
"Bastard!"
"You're not very good at this game are you?" By this time, Draco was curled up in an attempt to escape Harry's clever fingers.
Draco finally gasped out his last resort. "Please!"
To his surprise, the fingers stilled against his side. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Draco propped his head up on the arm of the couch and glared at his lover sullenly. The Slytherin's lower lip had pushed itself out in a pout, but he stoically ignored it in favor of trying to make Harry burst into flames with his glower. "I am not amused."
Harry's lips twitched, but he managed to keep the smile off his face. "Really?" He asked, propping his chin up on Draco's chest and cuddling him. "Not even a little bit?" And then the dark haired boy had the nerve to bat his eyelashes at Draco.
And, just like the Gryffindor meant him to, Draco burst into laughter. "Fine, fine. A little bit, but that's all you're getting out of me."
Harry answered him with a playful kiss, nipping at his lips and then soothing them with a few licks. Draco parted his lips in invitation, but instead of taking him up on the offer Harry dipped his head and laved at his nipples. The Slytherin cupped the back of the other boy's head while Harry alternated between his nipples, leaving them glistening with moisture and rosy from his attentions. Draco lifted his hips, pressing his burgeoning erection against Harry's stomach and rubbing against him so the friction of it sent tingles up his spine.
Just when it was starting to get really good, a knock sounded on the entrance and Draco threw his head back, groaning with annoyance. "Fuck off!" He shouted at the door short temperedly.
There was a muffled response from the other side, but the stone wall rendered it effectively impossible to understand. With a heavy sigh, Draco banged his head against the couch arm a few times before sliding out from under an equally annoyed Harry. The Slytherin located his school robes and pulled them over his head, uncaring that he was naked underneath the flimsy fabric. Once again, Harry grabbed up his things and ducked behind the couch.
Draco walked up to the entrance and it obligingly opened for him. He was startled to see Granger standing in front of him with crossed arms and an irritated expression. "Can I help you with something or is the whole school taking turns knocking at my door?" Draco snapped.
And then things went from bad to worse. Before she could reply, footsteps echoed in the passageway and a familiar, loathed voice called out as it's owner rounded the corner. "The other dead end was a dud. Did you find-? There you are Malfoy. Where's Harry?" The redhead demanded, his eyes narrowed with dislike.
"He'll be out in a moment." Draco said smoothly, stepping back so the wall slid shut in the two Gryffindor's faces. He dashed over to Harry who had managed to struggle into his clothes and was attempting to make himself look as if he hadn't been getting off with Draco for the past two hours. Draco dug his wand out of his robe pocket and cast a handy spell to get rid of the wrinkles in Harry's clothes.
"Do I look okay?" Harry asked anxiously, trying to tame his disheveled mop of hair.
Draco studied him critically. "Passable. Just tell Weasley we went out flying for a bit on my Quicksilver."
"It's a good thing one of us knows what we're doing." Harry said, smiling in a relieved manner. He stepped forward and kissed Draco deeply, cupping the Slytherin's pointy face in his hands while he ravished his mouth. Then Harry stepped back and grinned lopsidedly. "Ready. Here goes nothing."
Still a bit out of sorts from the kiss, Draco shook his head to clear it and lead the way towards the entrance. "Right." The stones rearranged themselves again, halting Granger and Weasley in mid-argument.
"Hi guys." Harry said, smiling nervously. "Sorry, we lost track of the time."
Granger cast Draco a sharp, suspicious glance and the Slytherin smiled mildly back at her. She knew they were involved, but apparently Harry hadn't deigned to give her any details. Not that Draco cared one way or the other. "I guess I'll talk to you later, Harry." He said, flashing the dark haired boy a soft smile.
Harry beamed at him. "Yeah, you can count on it."
The trio began to make their exit, strolling slowly off while they bickered good naturedly. "You're way behind on your homework, Harry. And we have a Transfiguration test tomorrow!"
"Hermione, give it a rest. And why was that git barefoot?"
Harry's eyes widened for a moment. "You know what, Ron? Draco took me flying on his Quicksilver!" And that effectively distracted the Weasel from asking any uncomfortable questions. Granger paused for a moment to turn back and look at Draco who was still lounging in the doorway watching Harry's departure. The Slytherin gave her a little jaunty wave, amused at the way she was still trying to puzzle him out.
They trooped around the corner loudly, Granger berating both her friends for neglecting their school work while Ron, whose distaste for Draco obviously did not extend to his broomstick, was questioning Harry closely on how the flight had gone. Harry was answering as best he could and Draco watched fondly as the messy haired boy made his way out of sight.
Draco stepped back inside his room and unsurprisingly, his only thought was that he couldn't wait to see Harry again.
To be Continued
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