Harry and Draco having moments – together. If that is too scandalous for your eyes then I'm sorry to lose you as an audience but cya.
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WARNING: No, not THAT kind of warning, a different one. I feel it is only fair to tell you that this is one MAMMOTH chapter. So if you are planning on reading it, then I hope you are comfortable. Actually, I think most of the chapters are very long huh?
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It was Wednesday afternoon and unseasonably warm. The weather had not quite made up it's mind, and so had started the day off with a few showers and then brightened up considerably, lightening up the grounds.
Harry, Ron and Hermione, decided that they might possibly hit the books after lunch as they had the afternoon free. Hermione was starting to get end of year exam jitters.
'Hermione calm down, the exams aren't till next term. We have ages and ages,' Ron said in vain as they walked down to the library.
'No Ron, we have to do really well in these exams. They count towards next year! If we do badly we might have to drop a subject and then our second year will be totally ruined!' Hermione looked frazzled.' I really think we should start pacing ourselves, seriously. '
Harry gave a small smile, ' I'm sure you'll be fine Hermione,' he said his eyes twinkling.
He was in a good mood today. A lot better than he had been yesterday morning. Yesterday, he had woken up feeling worried and fretful. Draco had been avoiding him and Harry had felt the beginnings of slight panic swirl around in his stomach. But then Draco's kisses and words had reassured him greatly.
Objectively speaking though, he was usually in quite a good mood nowadays. Previously he had pushed all his thoughts and emotions to the back of his mind, allowing himself to feel nothing most of the time. But Draco had sparked off a flame of happiness inside of him, which he hoped would not extinguish.
He smiled happily and Hermione gave him a puzzled look.
'It's just not right Harry for you to be smiling so much,' she said dismissively, gripping the large books in her hand.
Immediately Harry's smile froze on his face.
He looked on as Ron tried to ease Hermione's burden by adding two books from her pile to his. Ginny caught up with them as they reached the entrance of the library.
'Thought I'd get a start on my History of Magic essay,' she said coming up close.
'Look Herm, Ginny is the one doing her OWLs this year, not us. We should be taking it easy. We deserve to,' Ron said.
Hermione didn't answer and Ginny shot Harry a smile. They watched Hermione untangle her hair from the shoulder strap of her bag.
'Lets get in shall we,' Ron sighed and they finally went into the library.
It was mostly packed with fifth and seventh year students.
'See,' Ron exclaimed, ' hardly any sixth years in sight. They have the sense to be out enjoying the sunshine and us ……' he trailed off due to a murderous glance from Hermione.
'Us being conscientious, are smart doing all this extra homework,' Ron finished off.
Ginny eyed a table and they ran to it quickly, putting their bags down. Hermione dropped her bag on the table and was off like a shot to the bookcases as the others sat down.
'She's lost it,' Ron muttered. 'She had a dream last night that she had failed her NEWTs and was being put back into the first year. I told her that was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard in my life but she's been on edge all morning.'
Harry looked at him, 'she'll settle down,' Ron nodded.
'Not that you're much better. You've been like Hermione number two,' he gave Harry a meaningful glance.
Harry stayed silent and took out some books. Hermione's earlier comment had dumped a bucket full of ice-cold water over him.
A few minutes later, Harry glanced around the library, his sixth sense pricking his ears like a little dog. He could always tell if Draco was nearby. And he was not wrong.
There he was, about two tables away. Harry's heart leaped joyously and his eyes lingered for a few moments on the blond, Hermione's words forgotten. He could be happy if he wanted to be and smile as much as he wanted to. He had reason to.
Draco was sitting on a table of six. Pansy was one of the six and was sitting right next to Draco, much to Harry's discomfort. Pansy also liked Draco, although Draco never seemed to encourage her. In fact more often than not, he was quite abrupt and short with her. Which Harry admitted, made him rather gleeful.
It was so strange seeing Draco not more than a few feet away, and not kissing him or holding him, or even talking to him. That always felt strange now. He was right there and Harry ripped his eyes away and looked down at his books. Nevertheless, it was somehow quite reassuring having Draco so near. It was pleasantly comforting.
He flicked a few pages of his textbook and pulled out his quill, holding it thoughtfully in his hand. He then looked up again and fixed his eyes on Draco's table. He composed his features into a blank expression, hoping that it looked like he was thinking very hard, and that he just happened to be zoning out on that particular Slytherin table. He almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of his behaviour but he wanted to watch Draco. How else could he do so?
Draco was sitting back in his chair looking very relaxed, with his long legs out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. In one hand he was holding a parchment and seemed to be skim reading it and in his other hand he was twirling his wand. Harry bit his lip; how did Draco manage to look like that? So cool and so scrumptious.
He was sitting right in the path of the sunlight that beamed through the window. His blond hair caught the glimmer of the light, sheathing it in gold. His face was bathed in a luminous radiance, and even from here, Harry could see the thick sweep of Draco's eyelashes that hid those penetrating grey eyes.
'Harry?' Ron prodded him with his quill, ' can I see your Dark Art notes?'
'Huh?' Harry quickly looked at Ron,' yeah course.'
He rummaged through the sheets and handed Ron the correct one. Hermione came back to the table laden with no less than six books. Ginny smothered a giggle as she saw the mortified look upon Ron's face.
'Gosh Herm, how long are you planning on staying in the library?'
Hermione clicked her tongue as she sat down, 'I just want to be thorough in this essay Ron. I want to make sure I haven't missed anything. I want to get full marks.'
She stopped talking then and turned her attention to the foray of books and parchments in front of her.
Ron met Harry's eyes and gave him a look, signalling that Hermione had lost the plot. Harry gave a little nod and then focused his eyes on the chapter that lay open before him. He willed himself not to look up at Draco every four seconds and got on with taking some notes and reading.
A little while later, he felt that he owed it to himself to sneak a peek at the blond. He lifted his textbook high enough in front of his face, so he could observe him without being seen.
It wasn't that he was ashamed of his relationship with Draco. Far from it. Ideally Harry would love to tell people about the two of them. But he also knew that by telling people, their relationship would no longer just be about them as it was right now. It would be about other people's reactions and Harry wasn't naïve enough not to know, that most of the reactions would be extremely negative.
He knew that eventually he would have to tell people, but for now he just wanted to have Draco to himself and explore their relationship further. There were so many things they had yet to discuss, that they hadn't even touched upon. Inevitably that hump in the road would have to be crossed sooner or later – but it was better they first felt more secure and safe together as a couple, before they started to discuss such hard topics. That is how Harry felt about the situation anyhow.
He glanced at Ron and sighed. Telling Ron and Hermione was going to be so difficult. Ron would quite obviously go nuts and Hermione would be offended with all the secrecy and the mere fact that it was Draco, which would make both of their bloods boil. Ron loathed Draco with every morsel of his body and would feel betrayed and disgusted and Hermione would keep reminding him what Draco's family stood for and how difficult Harry was making it upon himself, especially since it had taken so long for the Wizarding community to believe in him again.
For entirely selfish reasons, Harry wanted to keep his relationship with Draco concealed for the moment. There was no need to tell people yet and he didn't feel like unearthing his private life to the rest of the school and the papers. He wanted something to call his own and have on his own, without prying eyes and comments. His relationship with Draco was dear to him and he didn't want anything ruining it. He hated to think of Draco coming under the firing line and truthfully the longer he could delay that the better. He didn't mind having to deal with people's reactions himself; he could handle all the stories that would be told and the looks etc but he was worried for Draco. And predictably, things would probably get a lot worse before they got better.
So till then, hell be damned, Harry was going to enjoy every valuable second.
He suddenly saw Pansy lean very close to Draco and rub his arm. Draco looked up from his parchment briefly and held his wand still in his fingers. Harry frowned. What was she saying to him? He couldn't hear from here. Extra sensory hearing would be really good about now.
Draco looked away without opening his mouth and turned his eyes back to his parchment. He was now drumming his wand on his knee. He was annoyed, Harry could tell. You're annoying him! Harry wanted to yell at Pansy. She then leaned over again and Draco looked irritated as he lifted his eyes to her.
Harry's brows furrowed and in the next moment, quickly nudged his books off of the table with a big CRASH!
All eyes around his vicinity, immediately centred on him, including Draco's and Pansy's.
Harry briefly met Draco's eyes and said, 'sorry,' loudly before lowering himself to the floor and picking up his books.
'You all right Harry?' Ginny asked.
'Yeah,' he replied as he straightened up and slid the books back on the table. He looked up at Draco again, who gave him the briefest of nods. He shifted his eyes away and everyone returned back to their books.
A few minutes passed and he saw Draco push his chair back. He got up and walked down the passage towards the back of the library and disappeared up the small staircase on the right hand side.
Harry tapped his foot impatiently and glanced up for the hundredth time. Should he go and find Draco? He looked around and then back down at his parchment. The other three on his table were engrossed in study with their heads bent down writing away.
If he wanted to go and find Draco he better do it soon, otherwise Draco may come back to his seat. Harry scratched his neck and made a small show of looking through his books.
'Oh,' he said and pushed his chair back discreetly as possible.
'I'm just going to go and find a book,' he whispered and Ron nodded without looking up.
He walked down the opposite end of which Draco had taken, and lightly took the steps, which were also there. If he wound his way about, he would eventually end up towards the back end of the library and find Draco.
He walked soundlessly down the narrow columns, winding his way through the bookcases. He eventually reached the corner where he assumed Draco was. He peeked round and indeed there he stood. His fingers were running over the titles of the books on the shelves and Harry smiled as he neared him.
'Hello,' he said in a hushed tone.
'Hello,' Draco replied back in a low voice, without taking his eyes off of the shelves.
Harry stood for a moment,' what you doing?'
'Finding a book,' Draco lifted out a thick volume and opened the first page. He then lifted his face and looked at Harry with a sharp gaze.
'What are you doing?'
Harry stared back,' just thought I'd say hello.'
Draco looked back down at the book he was holding and Harry stood awkwardly for a moment. Draco slot the book back up on the shelf and looked like he was still going to carry on searching. Harry looked down at his feet, unsure of what to do next, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
He then felt Draco lift his face up and place a warm kiss upon his forehead. He smiled quickly and Draco's lips curved upwards as he leaned in close giving Harry a soft kiss on his lips.
'Hi.'
Harry felt his heart gather speed and drum roll in his chest. He closed his eyes and pressed his face against Draco's, savouring the feel of his skin. Draco's touch always made him feel better.
He slipped his hand into Draco's and looked deep into the silvery shimmer, before he drew back and led him around the corner to the far left section of the bookcases. He walked down to the middle of the passage and pressed Draco up gently against the rows of books and kissed him tenderly.
'We're in the library,' Draco whispered between kisses, as they slipped their arms around each other's waists.
' I know,' Harry whispered back, his lips moving lower to Draco's neck. 'But we're in the archived section of History of Magic. No one ever comes here.'
Draco smiled,' true.'
Harry cupped Draco's face, stroking his cheeks with the small pads of his thumbs, as he deepened the kiss by sliding in his tongue. He relished the feel of Draco's silky lips caressing his own.
' Oh and with the books and the crash? Very subtle,' Draco chuckled in his throat and Harry grinned, kissing his ear.
'Just wanted to make sure you knew I was there.'
'I always know when you are there,' Draco answered back before pulling Harry close to his body.
It was so surreal kissing Draco like this and knowing that all these people were hovering nearby, but Harry couldn't give a rat's arse about that.
'You're supposed to be studying,' Draco breathed tiny kisses down Harry's neck and Harry sighed.
'I am,' he moaned quietly. 'I'm studying the art of making out.'
He gasped as Draco pulled his hips in tighter, rubbing himself deliciously against Harry.
'Is that right?' Draco purred, 'Well we'll just have to see.'
He slid in his fingers up under Harry's shirt, and ran his hands up and down Harry's back. He sucked the skin behind Harry's ear and Harry closed his eyes.
'Oh,' Harry moaned.
' Oh indeed.'
He could feel Draco's lips travel down along his neck and eased his finger under Draco's shirt, stroking his waist. Draco's skin was so soft to touch.
Draco leaned back and looked deep into Harry's eyes, his own beautiful eyes glimmering with a metallic shine. Harry brushed his fingers across Draco's lips and chin, before placing a teeny weeny kiss on his lips.
' What time should we meet tonight?' Harry asked.
Draco looked at him and didn't answer straight away.
Harry watched his face closely,' do you want to meet up tonight?'
Draco stayed silent and Harry's stomach tilted slightly. He swallowed waiting for Draco to speak.
'Yes I do,' he said then and pressed a minute kiss on Harry's mouth.
' Do you think we can meet outside tonight? By the Quidditch stands, around ten? Is that all right?'
Draco nodded, 'ok but lets meet by the Slytherin stands.'
'Ok,' Harry whispered and kissed Draco again before moving unwillingly away.
'See you later.'
Harry gave him a small smile and was about to walk off when Draco reached out suddenly for his hand and grabbed him back. He pulled Harry, into a crushing embrace, taking his breath away with a passionate kiss. He finally released Harry with a grin and straightened up his clothes and his hair. Harry gasped for breath, his legs trembling. Draco's kisses surrounded him and literally swept him off of his feet. He smiled, blushing and Draco gave him a small wink before he walked away.
Harry stood for a moment in a daze. He closed his eyes and a huge smile broke out from his lips. He laughed breathlessly for a second and then shook his head and tucked his shirt back in his trousers.
He walked back the route he came and quickly remembered the fake purpose of him coming to the shelves in the first place. He grabbed the first book his hands touched and took a deep breath before he walked down the staircase and back to his table.
Draco was already seated and Harry once again marvelled on how controlled and composed Draco looked. Harry could just imagine what he looked like. His cheeks would be red and he would have that dim, dreamy look upon his face. He quickly tried to reset his features in a casual manner before he sat down.
He placed the book in the middle of the table and before seating himself. Hermione gave him a look.
'Muggle studies Harry? Who is that for?'
'Huh?' Harry looked at her.
' Mug- gle – stud- ies. The book,' she pointed.
'Oh right, yeah ummm,' he thought for a millisecond, 'I thought you might find it interesting. I couldn't find the book I was looking for.'
He quickly looked down and busied himself with his quill.
'Thanks that's thoughtful of you,' Hermione said with a mystified look.
'That's ok,' he shrugged,' I just thought you know……..…….…'
' He thought that he would see how long it took before your head blew up from too much reading Hermione,' Ron grinned and Hermione elbowed him before writing a hole into her parchment.
Ginny smiled at Harry with a strange look and he quickly looked away. His eyes glanced at Draco before attempting to concentrate on the task at hand – studying. He smothered yet another dippy grin that was threatening to explode across his face. Oh shit, he was at that point where he could not stop smiling. He got like that often, after he had met up with Draco. He was happy – it was as simple as that and he couldn't prevent the frequent smiles that decorated his face on a regular basis now.
He was so surprised at himself for even acting like this. He hadn't imagined what he would be like in a relationship, not even dreamt of it. What he had had with Cho could hardly have been called a relationship. This was what a relationship felt like.
Ron had picked up on the change in Harry's behaviour. Though Harry was proving to be much studious, he did seem happier than he had been all year. He commented on how quiet and withdrawn Harry had been since the sixth year had started and then had gone on to say that he was glad that Harry was feeling much better. Harry had said thanks, unsure of what else to say and Ron had nodded and that had been the end of that – thankfully.
Harry supposed his behaviour must seem odd to Ron and Hermione but wasn't sure what he could do or say, without giving away his secret trysts with Draco.
Harry cautiously peeked at Draco yet again. Draco was sitting in his chair, leaning forward slightly with a book perched in his hands. His legs were slightly open and Harry felt himself go red. Cool it Potter he thought, as his eyes took in Draco's form. He wandered what everyone's reaction would be if he went up to Draco right now, this very second, and straddled his lap giving him a huge kiss.
Everyone would probably fall off his or her chairs but it would be worth it, he mused. He battled to keep yet another grin from appearing and took a deep breath before carrying on with the doleful chore of writing an essay.
He left the library an hour later, along with the others. Draco had left a few minutes earlier, giving the table a '' look'' before he strolled past. It was all Harry could do, not to reach out and grab his hand as he had walked past. Ron had harrumphed and Harry looked down. Nope, it was not going to be easy telling people.
Hermione had a class and Ron went off to earn his Prefect status. He had asked Harry to come along but Harry had politely declined the offer and said he just felt like hanging out in the common room.
He sat around for ten minutes twiddling his thumbs. Ginny had gone to a lesson too. He could have joined a few of the other Gryffindor's who had gone outside to enjoy the sunshine, but he didn't feel like it.
He wandered what Draco was doing. He closed his eyes and suddenly an image of yesterday flickered before his eyes. He smiled to himself. Draco had admitted that he had seen Harry naked and Harry blushed at the thought. Still, he didn't mind. It was Draco and that made it all all right. He was so attracted to Draco that the heat sparked off of him. He could feel the gravitational pull as soon as Draco was near him. Though a little apprehensive, he was also eagerly excited to take the 'other' next step in their relationship. He was like any other sixteen-year-old boy who felt excited about their first relationship. There was nothing wrong with that was there?
He opened his eyes and looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling. Draco had mentioned last night, something about doing a Potions lab this afternoon. The lab was free for the sixth and seventh years to use during Wednesdays last period. Harry sat up with a sudden thought. He quickly sprinted up the steps to his bedroom and opened up his trunk, taking out his invisibility cloak.
He carefully made his way down the long flight of stairs, down to the Dungeons. The door to the lab was open and there were many voices coming from the room. Harry walked in and quickly scanned the area for Draco. He was standing in the back row, to the right of the door, in the corner against the wall. He had a cauldron and various ingredients placed neatly on the table in front of him. Crabbe and Goyle were goofing around in the row in front of him.
Harry didn't want to startle him and padded softly towards him.
'Draco?' he whispered softly in his ear and Draco blinked looking around him.
'Hey, it's me,' he lightly tapped Draco on his shoulder and Draco's eyes widened, as he pointlessly searched the empty space from which Harry's voice came from.
Harry could see Draco's expression as he quickly realised what Harry had done.
' I just wanted to say hi again,' Harry said quietly. He knew he couldn't be heard above the din in the room.
Draco nodded ever so slightly and cleared his throat. Harry brushed his hand across Draco's cheek and Draco's eyes looked down and he smiled, when of course he couldn't see anything. Harry moved past him and stood against the wall, his right leg brushing the table.
Draco cocked his head towards Harry and Harry leant forward and flickered his lips on the blond strands.
' I can't touch you too heavily,' Harry chuckled silently, 'or your clothes will crease and people will think there is a really bad case of static electricity about you,' he tickled his words into Draco's ears and Draco smiled.
He watched as Draco reached out for some dried roots and placed them into the pot. He next picked up a cylinder containing some liquid and poured it into the cauldron. He was about to reach for the ladle when Harry nudged it towards him. Draco bit his lip, suppressing a tiny grin as he picked up the ladle and placed it into the cauldron. He began stirring it and Harry closed his hand over Draco's, stirring the potion with him. Draco's fingers splayed open slightly, allowing Harry to hold his hand loosely as they swished the mixture together.
Harry pressed his face against Draco's cheek. It was strange touching Draco through the cloak. It was as if his skin was encased in a velvety material and everything he touched was through a fine, silky barrier.
He glided his fingers up and down Draco's hand and arm, as Draco tried to keep the rhythm of the stirring going. His hands froze momentarily as Harry touched his neck. Harry could see his throat gulp as he ran his index finger up Draco's lovely, pale neck. He stroked Draco's skin with the back of his fingers, letting them slide behind Draco's neck, along his nape. The fine blond hairs rising, as Harry ran a delicate touch across them.
He came up behind Draco and pressed his body close. Harry could see him smother a moan and smiled as he leaned in and kissed the exposed skin of Draco's neck. Draco seemed temporarily immobilised and Harry reached out for his hand and gently got it stirring again.
He crept his arm around Draco's waist, carefully skimming the material of Draco's clothes. It was the barest of touches but it was enough to ignite Harry's senses. The slow, teasing touches were driving him crazy. They were against the wall so no one could see Draco's cloak gather up and crease inwards as Harry's arm pressed on it.
Draco breathed steadily and tried to carry on with his potion but gave up stirring and instead brought his notes closer on the tabletop. He pretended to be reading them, as Harry rubbed his fingers up and down Draco's neck.
Harry smiled wickedly; feeling inspired and eased himself in front of Draco, perching himself on the table. Draco leaned back slightly, to accommodate Harry's presence in front of him. Draco's hands were resting out on the tabletop and Harry had settled himself in between his arms. His hands lightly held Draco around his waist and he leaned in closer and pressed his lips against Draco's.
Draco moaned softly, trying to be ever so quiet, his eyes closing briefly in that dazzling, rapturous way that delighted Harry to no end. Thank you so much for letting me touch you like this, Harry thought, as he kissed Draco with the merest of touches. Little, tiny, miniscule, puckered kisses, that sent ripples of blissful heat through Harry's body.
He could feel Draco's lips tremble lightly against his as he tried so hard not to kiss Harry back. His breath was coming fast and his eyes darkened with swirls of grey mist.
'You're so, so beautiful,' Harry murmured as he lightly held Draco's face and carried on stroking his lips with his own. Draco's hands closed in tighter on the tabletop, so he could just about feel the solidness of Harry's body skimming the insides of his arms.
He reached around Harry and picked up a vial, lifting it with both hands. Harry leaned his head against Draco's chest, as he felt Draco's arms hug him in the most unusual manner. Harry took advantage and raised his head, placing small kisses on Draco's neck. Draco's chest rose and fell rapidly and his lips were parted as he made a great effort to keep his face looking unruffled.
Harry leaned back carefully and got up, brushing around Draco's body. Draco looked down as Harry slinked past him and stood behind him. Draco leaned into the table now, and reached out for a cylinder with some blue liquid.
He poured it in without measuring and Harry heard him mutter, 'shit,' and shook his head.
'Sorry,' Harry mumbled and Draco mumbled back, 'it's ok.'
Harry leaned against Draco's back, his hands resting against Draco's shoulder blades. He closed his eyes and felt Draco's heart pounding in his body. He dropped his hands and feeling emboldened, ran them across Draco's bottom.
He laughed softly as he heard Draco exclaim quietly. He rubbed Draco's posterior and pressed himself against the firm body. Draco moaned with a faint whimper, as Harry reached his hands around him and ever so slightly brushed the front of Draco's trousers. He heard Draco's breath hitch as he skated his fingers around and up and down Draco's body.
'Oh my god,' Draco breathed quietly.
Harry pressed his nose into the back of Draco's neck, still running his fingertips with a ghostly touch, across Draco's chest.
'Draco?'
Harry quickly looked over Draco's shoulder. It was Blaise Zabini and she was looking at Draco rather oddly.
'Draco?' she said louder and Harry prodded him.
'What?!' Draco snapped and Zabini sniffed, looking highly offended.
' I wondered if you were using your ginger root? If not can I have it?' her eyes flashed and Draco grabbed it and held it out to her.
She walked over and took it off of him, looking slightly confused and angry.
'Ooopps,' Harry whispered and squeezed Draco's waist from behind.
Draco shook his head and Harry kissed him under his ear.
' I'll be good,' Harry said. 'Finish off your potion and ill just stand here and lean ok?'
Draco nodded and Harry kissed the side of his neck again, before settling against Draco's back. He ran his fingers idly up and down all the while as Draco finished off his potion. It was so peaceful holding Draco like this. So sweet and calming.
Harry opened his eyes eventually and looked over Draco's shoulder again. Draco was done and he would probably start to clean up now. Harry kissed his cheek lightly.
'I'll see you later – again.'
He saw Draco look in his direction as he walked away.
By the time he got back to the common room and put his cloak away, the others had returned. Ron flopped down in the armchair and insisted Hermione relax for the rest of the night. They stayed in the common room chatting casually till it was dinnertime.
Harry kept an eye out as usual for Draco. Always at least once, during every mealtime, their eyes met for a few seconds. And they did once again as Harry took his seat and Draco ran a cool gaze over him. Harry smiled as he tucked in his chair. Draco would probably have a few things to say to him about the Potions lab. Harry grinned as he started to put food on his plate.
It was strange, but at times he just didn't know what came over him. The thoughts of Draco ran like the blood in his veins. Constant, warm and flowing.
Dinner finished and the Gryffindor's made their way back to the tower.
Harry played a quick game of chess with Ron and then sat around and talked some more. He waited just after nine and then yawned apologetically and told Ron he was going to go to bed. He knew it was rather early to be turning in but he had found that when he made some other excuse and slipped away, Ron was sometimes still awake and wondered what had taken him so long. This way, he could spend time with Draco without worrying about when to get back. It wasn't a brilliant excuse and all the lying was getting a bit tiresome but it was worth it.
He walked upstairs and pulled his hangings down, waiting patiently with his cloak sitting on the bed next to him. He stuffed his pillow under his blankets – lame, but cover-up precautions were required. He waited till twenty to ten and slipped under his cloak, moving silently downstairs and through the semi-crowded common room. He quickly ducked out of the portrait hole and then breathed easy as he descended down the stairs for the umpteenth time.
It was a nice and balmy night and he walked to the Quidditch field and waited for Draco by the Slytherin stands. He saw Draco approach, and took off his invisibility cloak.
'Hey you.'
Draco's eyes sparkled, ' hey you back.'
Draco reached him and placed a soft kiss behind Harry's ear and Harry gave a small contented sigh, tilting his head back. Draco trailed his kisses down Harry's cheek, finally uniting his lips with Harry's.
The night air rustled through their hair and cloaks and Draco tightened his arms around Harry. They kissed slowly, letting their tongues glide over one another's. Harry nudged himself around and drew Draco's breath deep inside his mouth. Harry wasn't aware of anything around him except the feel of Draco, their small soft moans punctuating the silent night. Harry felt his body quiver and his heart skipped a beat.
Draco pulled his arms around Harry's shoulders and rested his forehead in the curve of Harry's soft neck.
'Quite a stunt you pulled earlier,' he said and Harry smiled.
'Sorry, it seemed to good a opportunity to miss.'
Draco shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.
'I can only imagine what I looked like. I think they all thought I was getting off on the potion fumes. Hey guys, there's Draco Malfoy. He gets turned on by mixing potion brews,' he chuckled and Harry hugged him tightly.
'You looked exquisite and delectable and sexy. That's what you looked like.' Harry's eyes drank in Draco's face and he felt dizzily happy and light headed. 'They all probably fell in love with you.'
'Ha ha,' Draco said,' I wouldn't go that far.'
Harry looked at him with adulation written all over his face, I would he thought.
Draco pulled Harry close again and Harry quietly nestled his head against Draco's body. They stood still like that for a few moments and then Harry leaned back with a need to feel Draco's lips on his again.
They kissed and Harry lowered himself down onto the soft bed of crisp, short grass. Draco sank with him and Harry lay down on his back as Draco covered him and they intertwined their tongues together.
Many minutes passed and Harry held Draco gently above him as they both rocked their bodies together and fused their lips against one another. Draco undid Harry's cloak and opened up his shirt a quarter of a way down. He slid his tongue down Harry's neck and kissed his way across the curve of his neck and shoulder. Harry felt weak, as his skin tingled pleasurably. He could feel Draco suck and he felt drunk with desire. He could feel the grass sink underneath him; he could smell the night air, see the glittering sky overhead, feel Draco all over him - everything was perfect for just one moment So perfect and Harry quickly captured it and locked it away in his memory.
He gently stroked Draco's hair and urged his head to lift up as he brought his hands behind Draco's neck, bringing him closer to Harry's lips. Draco's eyes closed as he gave into Harry's touch. Harry let his one hand slide down Draco's back, down his bottom, the back of his thighs and then up again. He opened his legs and cushioned Draco's body between his knees.
He gripped Draco tightly and rubbed his body up and against him. Draco let out a strangled cry a few moments later.
'Harry,' he gasped,' do you want me to ruin my clothes?'
' Why? Are you going that way?' Harry moaned.
'I will if you keep this up,' Draco breathed shallowly.
Harry stopped and dropped his hands on the grass as Draco lay gently on him.
Harry laughed breathlessly,' it's your fault, you're kind of sexy.'
'Is that right?' Draco mumbled against Harry's throat.
'Mmm mmm,' Harry sighed.
Draco raised his head and stared down at Harry with an unreadable expression. His satin like hair tickled Harry's nose and Harry felt himself spellbound in the perfection of Draco's face. He was beautiful in a very obvious way, with perfectly carved features. Unlike Harry's messy, awkward self. He felt his heart thumping as they carried on staring into each other's eyes.
Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He wanted to tell Draco so much, about the way he felt towards him. It was silly really to put so much emphasis on a tiny four-letter word but it epitomised and embodied something so wonderful, so wholly sacred. It bound you, cosseted you, encased you in this protective, fortified bubble. The selflessness and the trust it took to just say it and to feel it – and Harry wanted to so badly. He took in a shaky breath and wandered if his eyes said it all.
Draco's eyes then flickered and he cleared his throat,' why are you looking at me like that?' his voice was low and hoarse.
He knew Draco was not ready to hear why he was looking at him like that. He had almost said it on Sunday and he knew that it had made Draco feel uncomfortable. In hindsight it was probably a good thing that he hadn't. He wasn't sure how Draco felt about him and Harry now thought it best to keep his mouth shut about such emotions for now. If life would let him, there would be time in the future to utter such things, when it would feel right for the both of them to hear it and say it.
'I'm just looking,' Harry finally said, his voice barely penetrating the air around them.
Draco's lashes lowered and he pressed his lips against Harry's, not kissing, just feeling. He felt Draco take in a deep breath and then he rolled off of Harry and lay on his back looking up at the sky.
It was a clear night and many stars were visible.
'Doesn't it seem that the moon is so large sometimes, that you could almost reach out and touch it?'
Draco arched his neck and gazed at the inky, navy black sky. ' Yeah it does.'
Harry craned his head and looked up thoughtfully, ' if I could see your constellation I'd show it to you but I can't quite make it out……………' his voice trailed off as he counted the golden lights that were glinting brightly.
' Oh hold on………….……….if that's The Plough then……..……. Draco should be round about there.'
He pointed upwards and Draco squinted slightly following the trail of Harry's finger.
' What do you mean my constellation?'
Harry tutted jokingly, ' not very well read are you Mr Malfoy. There's a constellation called Draco – you know after the dragon.'
Draco carried on looking up,' well I know my name means dragon, everyone in the planet knows that.'
Harry laughed,' everyone in the planet?'
'Yes, pretty much,' Draco grinned.
Harry shuffled closer to him and rested his head on Draco's shoulder.
' Well,' he began, 'Hercules, this Greek son of god,' he smiled mischievously as Draco gave him a ha-ha look,' was basically told as one of his labours to go and fetch the Golden Apples from the Garden of Hesperides. Draco or sometimes known as Ladon, was a serpent type dragon - beast with a hundred heads and he guarded the apples.'
'Nice one,' Draco said.
Harry smiled,' well yeah till Hercules slayed him.'
'Ahhh, of course the dragon gets slain,' Draco said wryly.
'But Hera, the Queen, obviously liked Draco enough to immortalise him into the heavens as a constellation - and there you have it.'
Draco looked at him impressed with a chuckle, 'well I did not know that.'
Harry smiled at him tenderly and reached for Draco's hand, squeezing it gently.
' How did you know that?' Draco asked.
Harry chortled,' I did Astrology for OWLs, I was really crap at it but I remembered that.'
'Oh,' Draco leaned over and kissed him. ' So is there a Harry constellation?'
Harry let out a small burst of laugh, 'hardly.'
'Awwww,' Draco teased and tweaked his nose gently.' But that's rather nice, kind of cool having a constellation in my name. I wonder if my parents knew that when they named me.'
'Well you can tell them if they don't.' Harry paused and felt a twinge which he shook off quickly, 'you should get one of those t shirts that say something tacky like '' my names written in the stars, bet yours isn't''.'
Draco looked at him vacantly and Harry smiled,' okay well that was bad, but you know, you can get those funny t-shirts that have those quips on them?'
Draco looked again blank and Harry continued.
'My aunt took my cousin shopping and I went with them and we were like in the guys department and there was this t-shirt with a male hen on it. The caption read ''I own a magnificent cock'',' Harry laughed,' I thought it was quite funny. I liked it.'
He nodded and Draco smiled,' my aunt saw what I was looking at and she was NOT amused but still it was you know cool…….…………..they have lots of funny t-shirts like that.'
He smiled looking away, and Draco grinned. He cupped Harry's face and feathered his lips with little kisses. They sat up in each other's arms and as their lips met again, Harry felt a flame fire up in his body. If he was already like this with Draco's kisses, he would love to see what he would be like when he had the chance to peel back Draco's clothing and kiss all that warm expanse of skin and touch him. To have Draco moan and groan for him in throes of ecstasy. He might be inexperienced in the sex department but he knew exactly what kinds of things he wanted to do to Draco.
He took Draco's lips in a gentle kiss and then rested his head on his shoulder.
' Are you going to Hogsmeade on Saturday?' Harry stroked the back of Draco's neck.
'Yeah,' Draco said planting a small kiss on his nape.
' I guess it would be hard to get away for a bit and be alone huh?' Harry asked hopefully.
'I think it would be hard yes.'
They went silent and Harry finally nodded. It would be hard. But he wished he could go about the town with Draco. It would be fun looking in the shops and have a laugh. So many things I would like to do with you, Harry thought and his heart ached a little. He wondered if they would ever get the chance to do those things at all. He then smiled brightly leaning back.
Draco's face suddenly screwed up and he let out a tiny sneeze, quickly covering his mouth with his hands. Harry's heart turned to mush and he started to laugh quietly under his breath.
'What?' Draco asked confused as he sniffed.
'Oh my god……….…' Harry's silent laughter vibrated throughout his body. He held his stomach as he hunched over and laughed some more.
Draco shook his head looking perplexed.
'What?' he asked again.
Harry finally turned to him and smiled, wiping the corner of his right eye.
' You sneezed,' he said.
'Yes I did. I have been known to sneeze on the rare occasion.'
Harry shook his head and came closer kissing Draco's nose gently, 'it was the most amazing, cutest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. You sneezed.'
He laughed again and took Draco's stunned face in his hands and showered him with little kisses. Oh god I adore you, he thought. I adore you.
Harry sat back on his knees and took a deep breath, 'come on lets get in. Don't want you catching a cold.'
He got up and held out his hand to Draco, pulling him up too.
Harry threw the cloak over the both of them and they walked back to the main building.
' You have way too much fun with this cloak,' Draco said.
Harry turned around,' I only use it for extenuating circumstances.'
'Like this afternoon?' Draco asked wryly.
'Did you mind?' Harry asked.
'No,' Draco said simply. 'But it was an experience getting my arse felt up by an invisible entity. You know I'm going to have to get you back for that though?'
Harry grinned, 'can't wait,' and Draco hugged him to his chest briefly before they carried on walking.
They opened the front doors carefully, treading lightly. Then they came down the steps leading to the Dungeons and Harry took off the cloak.
'Night then,' he whispered.
Draco looked at him for an instant and then nodded. Harry was about to put the cloak back on when Draco caught his hand.
'You could wear it you know, cos you do.'
Harry looked at him confused, 'I do what?'
Draco grinned back mischievously,' own a magnificent cock,' his eyebrows rose and Harry's face broke out in a bashful smile as Draco came near and gave him a quick kiss.
'Night,' Harry said again and smiled, vanishing out of sight.