Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:
Author's Notes: Hey there! Here's the next chapter. For those of you wondering, yes this will be over in just a few more chapters. But don't worry. I wrote this with a sequel in mind. It will probably be called 'Draco Malfoy and His Happily Ever After' and will be dealing with Draco's confrontation with Lucius as well as Harry's final battle with Voldemort their seventh year. And there will be some other stuff too, including the reaction of the wizarding world to Harry and Draco's relationship. Anyway, I just thought I should let you know that. And it will be my eighteenth birthday April 24th - so be nice and review for me!
Warnings for this chapter: Language. Sex! Bit of sap at the end.
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.
Draco made his way to the prefect's bathroom, his broom in hand and a scowl firmly etched on his face. He wasn't really angry with Harry, he was angry with himself. For losing, for being upset about loosing, and for letting the Weasel get the better of him with his stupid jibes. He just - for once he had wanted to win. Was that really so much to ask?
The Slytherin brooded to himself as he undressed and turned on the taps, slipping into the tub with a thoughtful expression. He tried to figure out just why he was so upset and so he sorted through his thoughts carefully, the way one would sort through objects in an attic, poking tentatively at some things and dragging others out for examination. Draco mulled it over and, right when he was working his mint scented shampoo into his hair, he finally realized what had been troubling him. For as long as Draco could remember, Lucius had held him up to very high standards and if Draco failed to meet those standards he was considered unworthy or at the very least flawed. And the highest of those standards, the most important one, was that he beat the Boy Who Lived at Quidditch. Not that he'd ever met those standards, but Lucius had held him to them, nonetheless.
And he'd wanted to beat Harry to the snitch this year, not just for the Quidditch Cup which would have been wonderful to have, but because he wanted to rub it Lucius' face. Draco had wanted to be able to prove himself. To make the older Malfoy see his worth and to live up to Lucius' standards even if he no longer needed to. Draco had wanted to play by his father's rules and still win. It was ridiculous and childish, but there it was. And yet this time, like all the others, he still hadn't caught the snitch.
Draco ducked his head underwater and scrubbed at his hair briefly before surfacing again. He reached for his condition and poured some into his hand absentmindedly. All right, then. So he'd wanted to thumb his nose at Lucius and in essence prove to him that he'd made a mistake and that Draco's sexual preferences didn't make him less eligible to be the Malfoy heir. Of course, it was silly to think that after six years he'd beat Harry at Quidditch when he never had before. But it wasn't a lack of skill or talent on Draco's part.
Harry was simply that good.
And that made all the difference, Draco was discovering. He'd lost, yes. But he'd lost to a worthy opponent. The Slytherin mulled on it for a moment, before deciding that he was better off just letting his anger go and being proud of the fact he'd flown well. After all, it wasn't Harry's fault Draco had put too much importance on the game and in all honesty it had been fun to fly against the Gryffindor again.
Feeling a bit calmer and rather pensive, Draco rinsed his hair one last time and after washing his body he exited the bath. Instead of putting on an extra change of clothes he merely dried himself off, appropriated another prefect's robe, and gathered up his uniform and broom before leaving. The trip to his quarters was a rather chilly one, since Draco was barefoot and the silk robe he'd nicked was rather thin. Eventually however, he reached his destination and after locating his wand he made sure the fire was roaring in the hearth.
He promptly dumped his clothes on the floor and carefully set his broomstick in it's usual position near his desk. Then Draco turned his mind back to Harry as he wandered aimlessly around before settling on his couch. The Gryffindor Seeker truly was gifted when it came to Quidditch. He was the youngest Seeker in a century for a reason, after all. And sometimes… sometimes when Draco was really distracted during a game or Harry had managed to pull of a particularly stunning move, he couldn't help but just sit back and admire his sheer skill. Draco had realized the first time he saw Harry take flight that he was an instinctive flyer. And apart from the intense envy he felt for Harry's incredible abilities, Draco was perversely proud of the fact that he was the only one who gave the Gryffindor a real challenge.
And Harry - well, Draco couldn't be angry for long with thoughts of Harry swirling through his head. They really had played a good game, soaring through the air and pulling off maneuvers that would have had lesser players catapulting off their brooms. At the time, Draco had been too wrapped up in catching the snitch to notice, but he'd felt alive, every inch of him.
Their flight had been so exhilarating and Harry, who had been so intensely focused and determined, had been so attractive it was a wonder Draco had been able to take his eyes off the other boy to search for the snitch at all. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off and the images of Harry on his broom looking utterly delicious had started to sink in, Draco was feeling… well, to put it bluntly horny. He certainly wasn't angry any more, that was for sure.
Smiling slightly to himself, Draco rose and padded into his bedroom. Draco glanced around thoughtfully and shut the door, locking it against well meaning intruders like Pansy with a complex charm. He shed his robe like snakeskin and slid onto the bed, sprawling out luxuriously on the silk sheets and reveling in their cool smoothness. He was already aroused and had been since the beginning of the game. At the age of sixteen he was always getting hard during Quidditch matches so it was nothing new. In fact, the first time he'd been truly aroused he'd been flying against Harry in a match. His first wet dream had starred Harry too, come to think of it.
He was starting to sense a pattern here.
Draco laughed quietly to himself, stretching out and running a hand down his chest in an unmistakable caress. He circled a nipple thoughtfully, his mind wandering for the moment. Had he really been attracted to Harry for so long? Draco had always believed Terrence Higgs had been his first crush, but on reflection that title might have been reserved for Harry Potter. Really, Draco could be as dense as Harry in his own way sometimes. Now Pansy's digs over the years about pulling pig tails were starting to make sense. But really, he couldn't blame her.
With a sigh, Draco plucked at one nipple and let his other hand wander down to tease at the head of his cock, still thinking about Harry. The curve of his broad shoulders, the way he flew so easily as if the broom as an extension of his self, the messy, uncontrollable hair that Draco loved to play with, the bright green eyes and that impish grin. And Harry had really nice thighs, strong and lean, not to mention that delectable arse of his. Even the small of his back was tantalizing, the way it dipped inward from his sleek, perfectly sculpted back. Draco drew the moisture that his cock was leaking down the shaft, pumping hard a few times before letting his hand rove restlessly over his own body.
He twisted his nipple hard, panting at the jolt of almost pain and he let his hand drift back down to his erection again. Draco delighted in drawing his pleasure out, making a game of it just to pass the time. He had a feeling that while Harry did take care of his own needs in the way sixteen year old boys were wont to do, he wasn't quite so comfortable with his own body as Draco was. But then again, Draco was shameless and Harry probably had more than a handful of hang-ups he'd gotten from that awful Muggle family of his. Still, it would be fun to help Harry overcome them.
Draco, fully aroused now, settled in for a serious wank. He closed his eyes and pictured himself on the Quidditch pitch with Harry. After hours maybe, just the two of them because Draco had… had demanded a rematch to placate his wounded ego. And Harry, ever the honorable Gryffindor, had agreed. Draco smiled at the fantasy, because it was probably something he would do. Right then. And they'd made a bet on it. Winner was allowed to take the loser, no excuses. And Harry had won and was doing that thing where he grinned predatorily, his eyes hungry as they raked over Draco. And then the Gryffindor stripped Draco, licking his lips a little as he examined his prize, and then bent him over his own Quicksilver, which was set to hover at waist height off the ground. The birch handle pressed into Draco's stomach and his hands were held behind his back while Harry's cock teased at his entrance.
Draco moaned at the mental image and hurriedly rummaged through his nightstand, quickly pouring the subtly scented oil into his hand. He quickly slid a finger into himself, his breathing quick and rather loud in the silence of his own bedroom. A low moan sounded in his throat and Draco let a second finger slip inside, pumping his erection rapidly with his other hand as he finger fucked himself. And oh Merlin - it felt so very good and he was imagining it was Harry fucking him, ruthlessly taking what he wanted while his cock drove into Draco and oh, fuck! Just like that. It felt perfect and now Draco was almost writhing and oh - oh!
And a knock pounded on his bedroom door, thoroughly interrupting him. Draco slowed his pace, but didn't stop altogether. "Go away!" He shouted, twisting on the bed when he managed to hit his prostate. The Slytherin spread his legs and raised his hips, far too in to what he was doing to stop no matter how urgently someone was pounding on his door.
"Draco? Are you still angry? I thought… I thought maybe we should talk."
With a heartfelt groan, Draco withdrew his fingers and let the hand that was encircling his cock relax. He felt high strung and empty - not a pleasant combination. But he knew he couldn't just ignore his boyfriend either. "Oh, bugger." He sighed, staring up at his bed's canopy.
"Sorry, I just. I can't stand the thought of you being angry with me. Draco? Can we talk?" And the Slytherin was unable to refuse that pleading, slightly abashed voice that was drifting through the door. He sat up, his cock aching for release, and located his robe. He slid into it, belting it tightly before making his way towards the door.
The Slytherin paused for a moment to compose himself before he picked up his wand and undid the locking charm on his door. Draco opened it and was unsurprised to see Harry smiling in a sort of anxious way at him from the other side. "Er… sorry. I didn't realize you were sleeping." The Gryffindor said, eyeing Draco's silk robe askance.
"Don't worry about it." Draco said brusquely. Seeing Harry's hurt look, he softened his tone. "Sorry, you caught me at a bad time. I was busy."
"I didn't mean to disturb you. But I really do want to talk with you. Can I come in?"
Draco opened the door and beckoned him inside with a little flourish. "If you wish. What do you want to talk about so badly that you braved the dungeons after defeating our Quidditch team? You do realize if Pucey catches you down here he'll try to skin you alive?"
"Don't worry. I used my invisibility cloak. It just set it on your couch."
"Okay." Draco said, sitting on his bed and leaning against one of the bedposts. "What can I do for you, Harry?" And hello, innuendo. Draco smirked a little, waiting for Harry's reply.
"I just wanted to make sure you weren't angry any more. Are you? Angry that is?" Harry asked earnestly, his eyes searching Draco's.
Draco grinned roguishly. "I'm fine, really. I'm over it now. I meant it when I said that I'm a sore loser. I just needed some time to cool down and the Weasel wasn't helping matters any, to be frank."
Harry bit his lip, but let the Weasel comment slide. "He went too far. I'm sorry you had to listen to that, Draco. You really did fly well out there today."
"I know." Draco said calmly. "But you were better and you caught the snitch. It's the way it goes." He said, shrugging.
"I'm glad you understand. And who knows, maybe next year you'll catch the snitch." Harry said, flashing that brilliant smile of his. Draco's cock twitched, and he carefully kept his hand loosely over his lap to shield it from sight. A thin silk robe didn't do much to hide an erection, really.
"So, I'll see you later." Draco said, wanting to finish what he had started. He'd invite Harry to join him, but really, he didn't think the Gryffindor was really up for that yet.
"Oh." Harry said, looking disappointed. "I was thinking maybe we could talk some more or play a game of chess, or whatever."
"Well, usually I'd be delighted, but… well. As I said, I'm busy."
"Doing what?" Harry asked suspiciously, casting a quick glance around the room for clues.
Draco smirked, standing up smoothly and leaning against the bedpost seductively. "Wanking. And unless you want to watch you should probably be leaving now."
"Oh." Harry said, his eyes wide and his face flushed. "Oh, um. I didn't realize you were - doing that." His gaze lingered on Draco for a long moment. "So, I'll just be going then, I guess." But he didn't move. Harry seemed to be frozen to the spot.
"Mmm. So…?" Draco asked, watching Harry's flustered reaction with amusement.
"Right. Going. I really am. Any minute now."
Draco tilted his head, watching Harry's full body flush and it clicked. Harry really did want to watch. He felt his own body temperature rise and stepped forward, loosening the belt to his robe and letting it slip off his body and puddle around his feet. The Gryffindor was riveted, wetting his lips as his gaze slowly moved over Draco's pale, nude body. His eyes darkened in a way Draco was intimately familiar with. "You can watch you know. I won't mind." Draco purred, smiling flirtatiously at Harry who was still blushing a bit. Harry had seen him naked before of course, but at the time Draco hadn't been displaying himself quite so blatantly.
"Could you close the door?" Draco asked, getting in bed and arranging himself so he was reclining elegantly on the silk sheets. He gestured briefly to the foot of the bed with a graceful motion of his hand. "And you can sit there if you want. I'm afraid I don't have any chairs. But you aren't allowed to wear clothing. I want to watch you too. All of you."
Harry shut the door and undressed quickly, climbing into the bed and leaning against the footboard across from Draco. The Slytherin was delighted at this turn of events and gave the dark haired boy a long, lustful look before fumbling for the lube again. After he dealt with that, Draco went right back to where he left off. When he slid his fingers inside himself, Harry made a choked sound and thrust into his own hand helplessly. "Oh god."
Draco bit his bottom lip and watched Harry from underneath seductively lowered lids. The dark haired boy was perfectly formed, his broad chest narrowing into a trim waist and flat belly. Then there was that cock of his, curving upwards oh so temptingly. And Harry was watching him right back, those intense green eyes almost all pupil. It made Draco shiver.
"Mmm. Did you know what I was thinking about before you interrupted me Harry?" Draco asked throatily, spreading his legs and giving Harry quite the view.
"No. What?" The Gryffindor asked breathlessly, his hand moving rapidly over his erection.
"You." Draco said throatily. "Fucking me. Oh!" He cried as his fingers prodded his prostate. "Oh, fuck. Mmm. I want you inside me. Would you like that?" He asked, casting Harry a half lidded gaze.
Harry's breath stuttered to a stop for one brief moment. "Yes! God yes. Please."
Draco removed his fingers. "Come here." He ordered quietly, watching Harry scoot up the bed. Harry removed his glasses, setting them on the nightstand with a clink. Draco leaned in and kissed the Gryffindor, their lips parting quickly so their tongues could meet and duel. "Just. Go slowly, okay?" He said, kissing Harry again quickly afterwards for reassurance.
"I will." The dark haired boy said soothingly. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, sliding his fingers through Draco's hair and tugging his head down for a longer, deeper kiss. It was wet and desperate, all sliding tongues and nipping teeth. Draco almost didn't notice the way Harry's hand was trailing down his back, but it was hard to miss when the dark haired boy brushed his fingers over the curve of Draco's backside and briefly teased at his entrance.
The blonde straddled Harry's lap, their cocks nudging against each other, and pressed back on Harry's hand encouragingly. Their tongues were twisting, twining as they kissed hungrily and the Gryffindor braced Draco with one hand on the small of his back while he slipped a finger inside Draco. The blonde couldn't help but make a tiny mewl of surprise at feeling someone else inside him. Callous and clever, Harry's finger probed him carefully and it was soon joined by a second. Draco squeezed his eyes shut tightly and moved back on the other boy's fingers, working his hips smoothly. Little sparks of electric pleasure were jolting through this body, mostly focused on his groin and ass.
Draco buried his face in the crook of Harry's shoulder and mouthed at his neck absently as the other boy added a third finger. There was just a twinge of pain, but it was easily ignored. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Draco almost writhing in Harry's lap. Their cocks bumped against each other companionably, the heads meeting briefly and sliding against one another. "Ready?" Came the breathless question and Draco nodded, because at this point the didn't trust his voice.
He slithered off Harry's lap and kneeled on the bed, bracing himself with his hands while the Gryffindor admiringly ran a hand down his back in a gentle caress. "Ready." Draco grunted, his shoulders tensing imperceptibly. "You do know what you're doing, right?" He suddenly asked, his voice just a shade too high to let him pull of the nonchalant tone he was aiming for.
"Yeah. Sirius gave me some books and advice."
Not that Draco really wanted to talk about Harry's godfather when they were about to fuck, but he did want to know the other boy had at least a vague idea of how to proceed. "Good." He breathed in relief, feeling less nervous. "Okay. Just -"
"Go slow. I got it." Harry said kindly, his hands smoothing Draco's sides. The dark haired boy grabbed the lube and readied himself and after a moment or two, Draco felt the touch of something wet and warm at his entrance. Harry's hands were holding his hips in a firm, but careful grip. "Okay, here goes." Draco breathed deeply while Harry's cock nudged its way inside of him, trying to relax despite the invasion. It just seemed so big - fingers were one thing, but this. And then it started to hurt and Draco made a small choked sound and Harry stopped, his voice uneven when he spoke. "It's okay, Draco. But oh god, you're so tight. I just. I'll hold on a second, okay? I'll go slow, I promise."
Draco let out the breath he'd been holding with a whoosh. "Okay. Okay, I'm fine." And Harry began moving slowly, as he'd promised, pushing forward the tiniest bit and increasing the pressure in increments so he was sliding gradually inside Draco. After a while, that slow, inexorable entry started to feel good, like Draco was getting back a piece of himself he'd never realized was gone. And then Harry bowed his head and began placing soft kisses on Draco's neck as he slid all the way inside. He paused while Draco became acclimated to the sensation of being impaled on Harry's cock, open and owned and most importantly, all Harry's.
"Alright Draco?" Came the soft, concerned question.
With a soft moan, Draco raised his hips so that his ass bumped against Harry's pelvic bone. "Please, I'm ready. Just fuck me!" The Slytherin ordered, his voice low and lustful. His fine, golden hair was clinging to his sweaty forehead and his heart was battering away at his ribs. And if Harry didn't move soon Draco was going to tie him to the bed posts and ride the other boy's cock until his thighs gave out. Just the thought of it made him moan loudly and he moved back on Harry's erection, urging him to do something.
Breathing heavily against the skin of Draco's damp neck, Harry withdrew a little before thrusting forward again, his cock sliding slickly in and out of Draco. The Slytherin gripped the sheets tightly and arched his back, crying out while Harry fucked him with hard, steady strokes. Harry was driving himself so deeply inside Draco the Slytherin wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to leave again. And oh, he felt like he was burning up.
They fucked like that for a long stretch of time, their skin moist with sweat and their breathing ragged. The boys moved together easily, two halves of the same whole, reveling in their joining. The little sighs, moans, and grunts they made filled the air, as well as the sound of their coupling; the slap of skin on skin and the steady creaking of the bed from the constant movement. They were sex sounds. Which was apt, considering the fact Harry and Draco were actually having sex. Oh, Merlin, Draco thought. I just gave Harry Potter my virginity. And then he couldn't think at all, because he was too busy feeling.
Draco bit down on his lip, holding back a whimper as Harry hit his prostate again. The dark haired boy slid a hand over Draco's hip and down to his groin, raking his fingers through the golden nest of curls before grasping the blonde's cock firmly and stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. It was so good it hurt, the sensations almost overwhelming in their intensity. And then Draco was working himself between Harry's hands helplessly, eyes shut as he lost himself to the pleasure of it all. "Oh Merlin. Oh fuck, oh god yes Harry please, please just like that, right there!" The words spilled out of his mouth of their own accord, tripping off his tongue.
"Oh, god." Harry choked out and his thrusts became erratic. The dark haired boy threw his head back and pounded into Draco, shuddering as he came. It felt odd, the burst of wet warmth inside Draco and the Slytherin squirmed uncomfortably, still hard. Harry withdrew and it felt as if he was dragging Draco's insides with him, leaving Draco hollow. Then the Gryffindor pressed a soft kiss to Draco's shoulder. "Turn over."
Draco flipped himself over, relieved when Harry bent his head and started sucking the blonde's cock. Three of Harry's fingers wormed their way back inside Draco and, with Harry's come as lubrication, began steadily prodding at Draco's prostate. Between the warm, wet suction on his cock and Harry's fingers, Draco was writhing under Harry's relentless attentions. A low, animalistic whine escaped Draco's throat and then his thighs tensed and he was coming, almost jackknifing up and curling over Harry as his body trembled with the force of his orgasm. Then he slumped back down on the bed bonelessly in a pile of pale limbs.
Then Harry, consummate cuddler that he was, gathered Draco in his arms and out of the wet spot. With a sigh of satisfaction, Draco turned his face up for a careless, wet after sex kiss that was more about appreciation and comfort than lust. "Mmm." Harry mumbled, licking a little at Draco's lips and then pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Was it… okay?" The Gryffindor asked, stretching out with Draco covering half of his body.
"Perfect." Draco said honestly. He grinned widely and fearful of looking silly he tucked his face against Harry's collarbone.
Harry began stroking the Slytherin's soft, pale hair thoughtfully. "Good." And his voice was so smug Draco couldn't help but chuckle.
"Git." Draco said affectionately, raising his head to smile at Harry who was smirking back at him. The expression was so familiar it only took a second for Draco to realize it was a carbon copy of his trademark smirk. "You're a cheeky little bugger. You know that, right?"
"I learned from the best." The Gryffindor countered mischievously , his eyes sparkling with good humor as the two boys bantered.
Harry yawned and Draco's jaws creaked open too not two seconds later. "Sleep?" Draco asked, tucking his head under Harry's chin.
"Sleep." The Gryffindor affirmed. They managed to pull the covers up with a bit of team work and snuggled together drowsily. "Night Draco." He murmured, already half asleep.
"At least I know I'll have sweet dreams…" And then Draco joined him in slumber, both nestled together so snugly it was hard to discern where one boy left off and the other began.
To be Continued
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