Ok. here goes nothing! Chapter 7! Yay! I don't want to shatter any dreams
you've all had that I am breaking away entirely from the veela facts. Harry
and Draco will start smelling each other, and liking it. Also, I think, if
there isn't sex in this chapter, it will be in one of the next ones.
(Trying to leave myself wiggle room!) Well, enjoy. I hope!
Dawn crept through the large windows of the Hogwarts infirmary, shedding light on four young people. Two were lying unconscious in the beds, and the other two clutched each other, sitting next to an empty bed. At some time, during the night, the aurors had come for the Death Eaters, and had taken Luscious Malfoy's body. As the sun rose higher, the light hit Harry's eyes, waking him up. His first instinct was to stretch, and move, but he realized that he had Draco filling his arms.
Harry looked down, and smiled. If anyone had told him two months ago he would be cradling Draco in his arms, he probably would have punched who ever it was. Now, he held himself as still as possible, trying not to wake the sleeping blonde. They sat like that for about another hour, with Harry studying Draco's face, learning its curves and lines. But once that hour was over, Draco opened his cloudy grey eyes, and looked directly into Harry's.
"I meant it. You are my mate. Whether or not you know it yet, we will be together for quite some time, no matter who objects." His fierce tone made Harry smile, and he brought his face down onto Draco's neck, inhaling the scent of him. Then he did something completely unexpected, and reached up to tweak Draco's nose.
"Well, of course you meant it. How could you not? With me, the sexiest man in the wizarding world? And if you hadn't told me you meant it, I was going to tell you that you meant it." When he smiled the sunlight caught both his eyes and his mouth, making Draco melt inside. They sat that way for another long while, just enjoying the other's company, until Dumbledore walked in.
The older wizard took a moment at each of the beds of the two injured students, checking to see if they were awake yet, and if so, murmuring a few words of encouragement. When he got to Harry and Draco, he sat down on the bed that had held the senior Malfoy, and began tapping his fingers together.
"Now, Draco, I personally don't think you're ready for this news, but the Ministry told me, that if I didn't tell you, then an auror would be down here by eleven to tell you himself. Last night, it wasn't just your father that died. A bereaved widow of an auror who died at your father's hands came to your family's manor last night, and she hexed everyone within. There were many more people than could be expected to be at your home, while your father was away, and all there, were suspected Death Eaters. Sadly, your mother died there, though her death wasn't a waste. Your mother has been a spy for me ever since her days here at Hogwarts, and in her last minutes, she owled me some very useful information, that might even end the war with Voldemort.
Your mother and father both had substantial vaults at Gringotts. I know this probably isn't the time, but as I said, I'm being forced, but since both your parents are deceased. Well, you have a choice: become a ward of the state, with the ministry managing your money, become a ward of Hogwarts, or sue for emancipation, that's where you ask the government to recognize you as a legal adult, despite your years, and give you full control over your life. You don't have to choose now, but you will need to decide sometime before Minister Fudge arrives. He will be coming by the Hogwarts Express, and his train leaves London tonight at 10. Now, I will leave you two to mull things over. Now remember, no matter what arrangement you two have just now, some people are bound to get jealous. Try not to break too many hearts." With a sly wink for Harry, and a comforting pat for Draco, Dumbledore left, stopping on his way out, to lecture an old painting of a dragon that had tried to flame him.
"The nerve of that batty old cook! I should sue him and the government! A Ward of the State! Of Hogwarts! I. I."At that point he ran out of steam, and collapsed onto Harry's chest, "My mother! Harry, she was the only thing that kept me sane for so long! Now she's gone, and my nurse! Lucey must have been trying to keep mother happy, when it happened. Neither of them liked Father's friends, or the parties they threw. Now I know why." His words trailed off into quiet murmurs against Harry's chest, and for the second time in a short while, Harry held the blonde boy, and let him grieve.
Later, in the Great Hall
Harry and Draco walked in together, close, but not touching. It had taken most of the day to comfort Draco, and their breakfasts and lunches had been delivered. Harry had had to coax Draco to eat anything at all, and the whole time, the slytherin had complained about how the food tasted of ashes. Now that they were in the Great Hall, they had replaced the façade of mutual dislike, and were walking to their respective tables.
When Draco arrived at the green and silver table, he sat slightly off to the side, not wanting contact with anyone. He filled his plate, but for the most part only pushed the food around on the plate, until he looked up at the Gryffindor table. There was Harry taking bites, and glaring across the room at him. Draco smiled weakly, and understood the message. 'Eat or else I'm gonna come over there and make you eat.' To appease his mate, he took a large bite of whatever it was he had on his plate, and chewed it thoroughly. It still tasted like ash, but with Harry actually counting the number of times he chewed his food, he couldn't really fake eating. By the end of the meal, both boys had cleaned their plates.
During the meal, Hermione had noticed the continued eye contact between Harry and Draco. She waited until after the meal, when she cornered Harry outside the hall.
"Harry James Potter! What do you think you are doing missing both Potions and Charms in one day? Since neither you nor your partner was there to turn in your essay, Snape was ready to give you detention. All that stopped him was Dumbledore flying in, and whispering a few words in his ears, and Snape's face looked like he was going to kill some one! He nearly scared Neville witless! So, where were you? Why were both you and Draco gone? It wasn't some kind of veela thing, was it? Did he bond you? Well, what happened?" The frizzy haired girl only slowed down toward the end of her tirade, her volume also dropped as she got to the more sensitive subjects, like veela, and bonding.
"Hermione, I was with Draco, but no it wasn't anything to do with veela." Harry felt that he was only bending the truth a little, so he kept going, "Do you promise that what I tell you goes no further?" He waited for her to nod, "Then, you heard Dumbledore say they caught some of the Death Eaters, right? Well, one was Luscius Malfoy. He was dying, and Dumbledore sent Draco to see him. I went along for support. All we could do was watch as Draco's father died in his arms." A tear fell down Harry's cheek, remembering the pain Draco had felt. It took him a moment before he could go on.
"After Luscius died, we stayed in the infirmary, until the morning. When we woke up, Dumbledore was there again, and he told us some horrible news about Draco's mother. Now, Draco has to choose, ward of the state, or emancipate himself. It's going to be very hard on him." The whole while Harry was talking about how Draco's parents died, he couldn't help but remember his own parents' deaths. He hadn't had the chance to hold his father, or to even see either parent. He had to suppress a quick surge of jealousy. Draco had at least gotten to know his parents before they died.
"Oh, Harry. I can only imagine how that must feel." Pity filled her voice, and eyes. Harry couldn't bear the pity, so he turned and fled one of his best friends. Harry didn't stop until he was all the way back to the veela tower. Once he arrived, he went straight to the bathroom, and climbed into the now empty tub, where he began to sob. He was so involved in his own sadness, that he didn't hear the door open, or the second person climbing into the tub with him. He only noticed Draco, when the blonde put his arms around Harry, and pulled Harry's head down to his chest.
"Harry, you comforted me all morning. Now it's my turn to make your pain go away. Come, on. Let it all out. And no, I won't tease you about his later, if you forget this morning. Deal?" It was all Harry could do to nod, after that last gesture, Harry put his head back on Draco's chest and wept. Images from the Mirror of Erised filled his mind; floating along side those were pictures from the album Hagrid gave him. They sat there until Harry was calm again, and just as he quieted down, they heard voices outside the bathroom.
". wonder where they went. It's not like Harry to stand being with that git for this long. If we don't find them soon, we'll need to tell Dumbledore one of them killed the other." Seamus's voice was unmistakable.
"Well, Seamus, if they're out enjoying themselves, maybe you and I." Andy tried to insinuate an idea into the thick Irishman's skull. They came closer to the bathroom, and inside Draco and Harry tensed.
Draco drew his arms tighter around Harry, and noticed that Harry had gone to sleep. When the door opened, he glared as hard as he could at the Irishman and the Ravenclaw, and when Seamus began to protest the position they were in, Draco motioned hurriedly that they should leave. Seamus was about to protest again, when a glint appeared in Draco's eye, making him look more dangerous than normal. The Irish Gryffindor backed out of the room, taking Lennox with him.
Hours later, Harry woke up, and peeled Draco's arms off him. He felt the most comfortable he'd ever been, and didn't want to leave, but the call of nature, calling him towards the porcelain idol. He went over to it, and started to relieve himself, and after a moment, he heard a yawn, and then a gasp.
"I can't get over how big you are, Harry. What did those muggles of yours feed you, horse steroids? Even soft you're inches longer than me!" Draco's comments had their desired effect, causing Harry to be unable to finish what he had started, and turn a bright shade of red. "I knew that would get you." Draco's smile made it all OK with Harry. He smiled, turned back to the toilet, and made a show of finishing his business. When he was done, he walked back over to Draco, and leaned over the edge of the tub.
"Draco love, you are the biggest git I've ever met, and on top of that, you're slimier than Snape." With that, Harry dashed to the bathroom door, looked back, and flashed his classic grin, sending Draco flying after him. The two ran around the common room, neither slowing nor letting the other catch him. Finally, Harry collapsed laughing on the couch. Draco fell down beside him, and leaned on his chest. Their eyes met, and Draco sat up. They drew closer together, closer, until their lips met.
It was like electricity flooded them both, and the kiss lasted until neither could breath. They pulled apart, and their eyes met. The two boys sat up together, and then stood, together, they walked back to their room.
Once they were both inside the room, Harry turned, closed the door, and dimmed the lights. When he turned back, he went to Draco and took him in his arms, kissing him with all his soul. After a moment he stopped. Harry pulled back, and began unbuttoning Draco's shirt, and once all the buttons were undone, Draco shrugged it off, revealing his firm, toned body to Harry's eyes and mouth. And Harry took full advantage of it.
He kissed his way down Draco's throat, and stopped to worship his collarbone. When he moved on, his mouth went straight to the dark nipple, and he took it lightly between his teeth, breathing on it at the same time. Hearing the gasps it brought from Draco, he let his tongue down onto the obviously erogenous spot on his lover's body. Draco squirmed under Harry's mouth, moaning, not wanting the raven-haired boy to stop. After a moment, Harry moved his mouth to the other nipple, making Draco moan more. Harry could feel Draco's cock twitching against his belly, through the slacks he still wore. Taking the cue, Harry moved even lower, kissing each individual muscle, watching them ripple underneath his mouth.
While Draco twitched, Harry undid Draco's pants, sliding both them and his boxers down beyond his ankles. Harry sat back a moment, and smiled at Draco to make sure it was OK, then he went down on him. At first, all he did was take the head inside his mouth, swirling his saliva around it, lightly touching the slit with his tongue, drawing more gasps from Draco. With a grin, Harry took all of Draco in his mouth, letting his teeth drag along the shaft. Once it was entirely in his mouth, he brought his hand up, behind Draco's ball sack, and began to stroke slowly, at just the spot to make Draco tense all over. When Harry began to move his mouth up and down the shaft, Draco couldn't stand it anymore, so he gabbed Harry's head with both his hands, and made him move faster. Finally, he came, calling out Harry's name; afterwards he sank back into the bed, and let go of Harry's head. He felt Harry's mouth leave his dick, and then the dark haired boy was on top of him. Harry kissed Draco, and once Draco's lips were parted, Harry's tongue darted in, already warm and gooey, salty with Draco's own seed.
After an intense tongue battle, Harry sat up, and looked at Draco, his eyes lit with passion, "Do you mind, Draco? I'll be gentle." Draco was a little afraid of the idea, until Harry smiled at him again, and then he nodded, and spread his legs wide. Harry's smile widened, he slipped out of his own pants, and then reached off the bed to his nightstand, where he had a bottle of lotion that doubled as lube. He poured some on his hand, and began kissing Draco again. Draco was so absorbed in the kiss that he forgot what Harry was about to do, so when he felt a warm, smooth finger suddenly inside him, he started, and tightened almost painfully on Harry's finger. Harry smiled again, and 'shhh'd' him, until he was loose again. Then Harry used that finger to stretch Draco even wider, making Draco moan louder than ever.
Harry took his hand out of Draco's opening, put some more lotion on it, and then slathered his own cock with it. Before he tried to enter him, Harry leaned down, and kissed Draco distracting him again. Then with a small jab (A/N: pun intended!) Harry made his way inside Draco.
"You're so tight! God, it feels good! Just relax a little, so I can get the rest of the way in. come on Draco baby. Oh! That feels good! Ummm! Ok, I'm going to start moving now, so try to stay loose. OK baby?" After Draco's nod, Harry slowly withdrew most of the way, until he was almost entirely outside of Draco, then he re-entered, making Draco gasp with pleasure and pain. Slowly at first, but building to a steady rhythm, Harry began to move in and out of Draco. Eventually he was thrusting faster than he had expected to, but Draco was urging him on to move. Finally, with a loud yell he came, hard, inside Draco. They collapsed against each other, and went to sleep that way.
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Dawn crept through the large windows of the Hogwarts infirmary, shedding light on four young people. Two were lying unconscious in the beds, and the other two clutched each other, sitting next to an empty bed. At some time, during the night, the aurors had come for the Death Eaters, and had taken Luscious Malfoy's body. As the sun rose higher, the light hit Harry's eyes, waking him up. His first instinct was to stretch, and move, but he realized that he had Draco filling his arms.
Harry looked down, and smiled. If anyone had told him two months ago he would be cradling Draco in his arms, he probably would have punched who ever it was. Now, he held himself as still as possible, trying not to wake the sleeping blonde. They sat like that for about another hour, with Harry studying Draco's face, learning its curves and lines. But once that hour was over, Draco opened his cloudy grey eyes, and looked directly into Harry's.
"I meant it. You are my mate. Whether or not you know it yet, we will be together for quite some time, no matter who objects." His fierce tone made Harry smile, and he brought his face down onto Draco's neck, inhaling the scent of him. Then he did something completely unexpected, and reached up to tweak Draco's nose.
"Well, of course you meant it. How could you not? With me, the sexiest man in the wizarding world? And if you hadn't told me you meant it, I was going to tell you that you meant it." When he smiled the sunlight caught both his eyes and his mouth, making Draco melt inside. They sat that way for another long while, just enjoying the other's company, until Dumbledore walked in.
The older wizard took a moment at each of the beds of the two injured students, checking to see if they were awake yet, and if so, murmuring a few words of encouragement. When he got to Harry and Draco, he sat down on the bed that had held the senior Malfoy, and began tapping his fingers together.
"Now, Draco, I personally don't think you're ready for this news, but the Ministry told me, that if I didn't tell you, then an auror would be down here by eleven to tell you himself. Last night, it wasn't just your father that died. A bereaved widow of an auror who died at your father's hands came to your family's manor last night, and she hexed everyone within. There were many more people than could be expected to be at your home, while your father was away, and all there, were suspected Death Eaters. Sadly, your mother died there, though her death wasn't a waste. Your mother has been a spy for me ever since her days here at Hogwarts, and in her last minutes, she owled me some very useful information, that might even end the war with Voldemort.
Your mother and father both had substantial vaults at Gringotts. I know this probably isn't the time, but as I said, I'm being forced, but since both your parents are deceased. Well, you have a choice: become a ward of the state, with the ministry managing your money, become a ward of Hogwarts, or sue for emancipation, that's where you ask the government to recognize you as a legal adult, despite your years, and give you full control over your life. You don't have to choose now, but you will need to decide sometime before Minister Fudge arrives. He will be coming by the Hogwarts Express, and his train leaves London tonight at 10. Now, I will leave you two to mull things over. Now remember, no matter what arrangement you two have just now, some people are bound to get jealous. Try not to break too many hearts." With a sly wink for Harry, and a comforting pat for Draco, Dumbledore left, stopping on his way out, to lecture an old painting of a dragon that had tried to flame him.
"The nerve of that batty old cook! I should sue him and the government! A Ward of the State! Of Hogwarts! I. I."At that point he ran out of steam, and collapsed onto Harry's chest, "My mother! Harry, she was the only thing that kept me sane for so long! Now she's gone, and my nurse! Lucey must have been trying to keep mother happy, when it happened. Neither of them liked Father's friends, or the parties they threw. Now I know why." His words trailed off into quiet murmurs against Harry's chest, and for the second time in a short while, Harry held the blonde boy, and let him grieve.
Later, in the Great Hall
Harry and Draco walked in together, close, but not touching. It had taken most of the day to comfort Draco, and their breakfasts and lunches had been delivered. Harry had had to coax Draco to eat anything at all, and the whole time, the slytherin had complained about how the food tasted of ashes. Now that they were in the Great Hall, they had replaced the façade of mutual dislike, and were walking to their respective tables.
When Draco arrived at the green and silver table, he sat slightly off to the side, not wanting contact with anyone. He filled his plate, but for the most part only pushed the food around on the plate, until he looked up at the Gryffindor table. There was Harry taking bites, and glaring across the room at him. Draco smiled weakly, and understood the message. 'Eat or else I'm gonna come over there and make you eat.' To appease his mate, he took a large bite of whatever it was he had on his plate, and chewed it thoroughly. It still tasted like ash, but with Harry actually counting the number of times he chewed his food, he couldn't really fake eating. By the end of the meal, both boys had cleaned their plates.
During the meal, Hermione had noticed the continued eye contact between Harry and Draco. She waited until after the meal, when she cornered Harry outside the hall.
"Harry James Potter! What do you think you are doing missing both Potions and Charms in one day? Since neither you nor your partner was there to turn in your essay, Snape was ready to give you detention. All that stopped him was Dumbledore flying in, and whispering a few words in his ears, and Snape's face looked like he was going to kill some one! He nearly scared Neville witless! So, where were you? Why were both you and Draco gone? It wasn't some kind of veela thing, was it? Did he bond you? Well, what happened?" The frizzy haired girl only slowed down toward the end of her tirade, her volume also dropped as she got to the more sensitive subjects, like veela, and bonding.
"Hermione, I was with Draco, but no it wasn't anything to do with veela." Harry felt that he was only bending the truth a little, so he kept going, "Do you promise that what I tell you goes no further?" He waited for her to nod, "Then, you heard Dumbledore say they caught some of the Death Eaters, right? Well, one was Luscius Malfoy. He was dying, and Dumbledore sent Draco to see him. I went along for support. All we could do was watch as Draco's father died in his arms." A tear fell down Harry's cheek, remembering the pain Draco had felt. It took him a moment before he could go on.
"After Luscius died, we stayed in the infirmary, until the morning. When we woke up, Dumbledore was there again, and he told us some horrible news about Draco's mother. Now, Draco has to choose, ward of the state, or emancipate himself. It's going to be very hard on him." The whole while Harry was talking about how Draco's parents died, he couldn't help but remember his own parents' deaths. He hadn't had the chance to hold his father, or to even see either parent. He had to suppress a quick surge of jealousy. Draco had at least gotten to know his parents before they died.
"Oh, Harry. I can only imagine how that must feel." Pity filled her voice, and eyes. Harry couldn't bear the pity, so he turned and fled one of his best friends. Harry didn't stop until he was all the way back to the veela tower. Once he arrived, he went straight to the bathroom, and climbed into the now empty tub, where he began to sob. He was so involved in his own sadness, that he didn't hear the door open, or the second person climbing into the tub with him. He only noticed Draco, when the blonde put his arms around Harry, and pulled Harry's head down to his chest.
"Harry, you comforted me all morning. Now it's my turn to make your pain go away. Come, on. Let it all out. And no, I won't tease you about his later, if you forget this morning. Deal?" It was all Harry could do to nod, after that last gesture, Harry put his head back on Draco's chest and wept. Images from the Mirror of Erised filled his mind; floating along side those were pictures from the album Hagrid gave him. They sat there until Harry was calm again, and just as he quieted down, they heard voices outside the bathroom.
". wonder where they went. It's not like Harry to stand being with that git for this long. If we don't find them soon, we'll need to tell Dumbledore one of them killed the other." Seamus's voice was unmistakable.
"Well, Seamus, if they're out enjoying themselves, maybe you and I." Andy tried to insinuate an idea into the thick Irishman's skull. They came closer to the bathroom, and inside Draco and Harry tensed.
Draco drew his arms tighter around Harry, and noticed that Harry had gone to sleep. When the door opened, he glared as hard as he could at the Irishman and the Ravenclaw, and when Seamus began to protest the position they were in, Draco motioned hurriedly that they should leave. Seamus was about to protest again, when a glint appeared in Draco's eye, making him look more dangerous than normal. The Irish Gryffindor backed out of the room, taking Lennox with him.
Hours later, Harry woke up, and peeled Draco's arms off him. He felt the most comfortable he'd ever been, and didn't want to leave, but the call of nature, calling him towards the porcelain idol. He went over to it, and started to relieve himself, and after a moment, he heard a yawn, and then a gasp.
"I can't get over how big you are, Harry. What did those muggles of yours feed you, horse steroids? Even soft you're inches longer than me!" Draco's comments had their desired effect, causing Harry to be unable to finish what he had started, and turn a bright shade of red. "I knew that would get you." Draco's smile made it all OK with Harry. He smiled, turned back to the toilet, and made a show of finishing his business. When he was done, he walked back over to Draco, and leaned over the edge of the tub.
"Draco love, you are the biggest git I've ever met, and on top of that, you're slimier than Snape." With that, Harry dashed to the bathroom door, looked back, and flashed his classic grin, sending Draco flying after him. The two ran around the common room, neither slowing nor letting the other catch him. Finally, Harry collapsed laughing on the couch. Draco fell down beside him, and leaned on his chest. Their eyes met, and Draco sat up. They drew closer together, closer, until their lips met.
It was like electricity flooded them both, and the kiss lasted until neither could breath. They pulled apart, and their eyes met. The two boys sat up together, and then stood, together, they walked back to their room.
Once they were both inside the room, Harry turned, closed the door, and dimmed the lights. When he turned back, he went to Draco and took him in his arms, kissing him with all his soul. After a moment he stopped. Harry pulled back, and began unbuttoning Draco's shirt, and once all the buttons were undone, Draco shrugged it off, revealing his firm, toned body to Harry's eyes and mouth. And Harry took full advantage of it.
He kissed his way down Draco's throat, and stopped to worship his collarbone. When he moved on, his mouth went straight to the dark nipple, and he took it lightly between his teeth, breathing on it at the same time. Hearing the gasps it brought from Draco, he let his tongue down onto the obviously erogenous spot on his lover's body. Draco squirmed under Harry's mouth, moaning, not wanting the raven-haired boy to stop. After a moment, Harry moved his mouth to the other nipple, making Draco moan more. Harry could feel Draco's cock twitching against his belly, through the slacks he still wore. Taking the cue, Harry moved even lower, kissing each individual muscle, watching them ripple underneath his mouth.
While Draco twitched, Harry undid Draco's pants, sliding both them and his boxers down beyond his ankles. Harry sat back a moment, and smiled at Draco to make sure it was OK, then he went down on him. At first, all he did was take the head inside his mouth, swirling his saliva around it, lightly touching the slit with his tongue, drawing more gasps from Draco. With a grin, Harry took all of Draco in his mouth, letting his teeth drag along the shaft. Once it was entirely in his mouth, he brought his hand up, behind Draco's ball sack, and began to stroke slowly, at just the spot to make Draco tense all over. When Harry began to move his mouth up and down the shaft, Draco couldn't stand it anymore, so he gabbed Harry's head with both his hands, and made him move faster. Finally, he came, calling out Harry's name; afterwards he sank back into the bed, and let go of Harry's head. He felt Harry's mouth leave his dick, and then the dark haired boy was on top of him. Harry kissed Draco, and once Draco's lips were parted, Harry's tongue darted in, already warm and gooey, salty with Draco's own seed.
After an intense tongue battle, Harry sat up, and looked at Draco, his eyes lit with passion, "Do you mind, Draco? I'll be gentle." Draco was a little afraid of the idea, until Harry smiled at him again, and then he nodded, and spread his legs wide. Harry's smile widened, he slipped out of his own pants, and then reached off the bed to his nightstand, where he had a bottle of lotion that doubled as lube. He poured some on his hand, and began kissing Draco again. Draco was so absorbed in the kiss that he forgot what Harry was about to do, so when he felt a warm, smooth finger suddenly inside him, he started, and tightened almost painfully on Harry's finger. Harry smiled again, and 'shhh'd' him, until he was loose again. Then Harry used that finger to stretch Draco even wider, making Draco moan louder than ever.
Harry took his hand out of Draco's opening, put some more lotion on it, and then slathered his own cock with it. Before he tried to enter him, Harry leaned down, and kissed Draco distracting him again. Then with a small jab (A/N: pun intended!) Harry made his way inside Draco.
"You're so tight! God, it feels good! Just relax a little, so I can get the rest of the way in. come on Draco baby. Oh! That feels good! Ummm! Ok, I'm going to start moving now, so try to stay loose. OK baby?" After Draco's nod, Harry slowly withdrew most of the way, until he was almost entirely outside of Draco, then he re-entered, making Draco gasp with pleasure and pain. Slowly at first, but building to a steady rhythm, Harry began to move in and out of Draco. Eventually he was thrusting faster than he had expected to, but Draco was urging him on to move. Finally, with a loud yell he came, hard, inside Draco. They collapsed against each other, and went to sleep that way.
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