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Pairing- Harry/Draco
Rating- R for language and smut.
Notes- Thanks for the reviews, everyone. This chapter contains some stuff. It also contains Hermione/Ron pairing, but DON'T WORRY, they're not the main focus. I gave some more insight to Harry's situation. I really hope you like this chapter, especially the end part on the train. Awwww.
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Chapter Three- He Actually Expected Him to Go Through With it
It was a windy Friday evening in early June, and Harry and Draco's sixth year at Hogwarts was ending. The Great Hall was crowded with students buzzing about their plans for the upcoming summer holidays. Draco, however, who sat alone at one end of the Slytherin table, was not so sure if he'd be enjoying this summer. Harry _did_ actually expect him to face the Dursley's with him, and Draco was worried. He looked across the Great Hall at his boyfriend and sighed. Of course he cared about Harry and wanted to spend the summer with him and all that, but he really _didn't_ want to spend the summer with a family of infamously unkind muggles. It wasn't as if Draco lacked experience with infamously unkind people or anything, but muggles? Draco knew that that meant no house elves, no nighttime broomstick rides, and probably chores around the house. Worst of all, Draco wasn't even sure if he'd be able to shag Harry with those damn muggles in the house. And _that_ would be torture. Just then, Harry looked up to see Draco staring at him and winked. Draco Smiled weakly.
"Ahem," said Dumbledore, standing up at the head table. "If I could have your attention, please. I need to announce the winning houses. This has been a very special year, and it's difficult to see it come to an end. The wizarding world is, quite thankfully, once again at peace," he paused and smiled at Harry, "and the unity between the houses has reached an amazing high. The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs did a wonderful job planning the Yule Ball in December, and the Ravenclaws and Slytherins showed wonderful teamwork in planning tonight's feast. All of the houses pulled together remarkably many times during the school year. I want to thank you all for making our new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, Nymphadora Tonks, feel welcome. And all of the houses worked together wonderfully to keep the school clean during Mr. Filch's absence in January. That does not mean, however, that friendly house rivalry has ceased to exist. Congratulations to Gryffindor for once again winning the Quidditch cup-" cheers and boos filled the hall; Harry grinned at Draco, who glared back- "and of course, to Slytherin, for winning the House Cup!" This time it was Draco's turn to grin. "I would like to see Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in my office after dinner." The students laughed and whooped, and someone who Draco suspected was Harry's ex-girlfriend Cho shouted out, "Snogging in the halls again?"
When things had quieted down, Draco looked at Harry questioningly. He just shrugged. That was no help. Draco ate quickly, nervous about what Dumbledore might have to say to them. When Harry and Draco stood outside the office after dinner, they both fidgeted nervously until Dumbledore let them in, smiling warmly.
"Sit down, gentlemen. Have a lemon drop, they're on my desk," he said. Draco helped himself to one of the sweets and sat on a fluffy blue armchair, but Harry just stood in stony silence.
"Sit next to me, Harry," said Draco. Harry sat down and crossed his arms, but he still didn't speak.
"If I may say so," said Dumbledore, sitting down behind his desk and noting Draco's spikey black attire, "I very much like that outfit, Mr. Malfoy."
"Thank you, Professor," said Draco.
"I'm not sure that the Dursleys will like it so much, though," Dumbledore said.
Draco choked on his lemon drop, and Harry's eyes grew very large.
"You. . . you knew about. . . you knew he was coming home with me this summer?" Harry sputtered.
"If he didn't, he does now," muttered Draco.
"Where else would he go, Mr. Potter?" asked Dumbledore. "Unless you got your own home? I hadn't heard if you had."
Nowhere to go. Draco considered this, and it was true. His mother had passed away the previous summer, and though Lucius had been in Azkaban since the day he'd broken into Hogwarts, he was still the owner of Malfoy Manor and Draco was certain that he wouldn't stand for him being there.
"No," he said, "you're right. I'm going to Surrey with Harry."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," said Dumbledore. There was an uncomfortable silence as the three people studied one another.
"It's none of your business what your students do over the summer, Professor," Harry began defensively, "and Draco _is_ going to. . ."
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter, I just wanted to help you!" said Dumbledore, putting up his hands in defense. "I'd hate to see one of my students with nowhere to go, and I feel that it is my responsibility to make sure that such a thing does not happen. If you need help convincing the Dursleys to take him in, I can. . ."
"We won't be needing your help, Professor," said Harry briskly, getting up to leave. "We can manage on our own quite nicely, I'm sure." He took Draco's hand and marched towards the exit.
Draco glanced at Dumbledore apologetically as they walked out the door.
"Bloody hell, even I thought that was cold, and this is _me_ talking," said Draco when they'd reached the Entrance Hall. Harry glared at him. "He was just trying to help us," Draco continued.
"I don't care, he's just another one of _them_," said Harry bitterly. "Trying to get me to step into the spotlight so that we can take the glory for killing Voldemort," said Harry, "We. Meaning the Order. That's all he wants, credit. . ."
"I'm the first to admit that Dumbledore's a complete lunatic, Harry, really. I mean, he probably knows that we're shagging, and any decent headmaster wouldn't approve. . .But anyway, I doubt that he wanted to claim glory or whatever it was that you said. The man cares about you. He wanted to give you house points. . ."
"House points!" Harry interrupted, sounding somewhat insane. "Yes, house points! That's why I killed Voldemort! I wasn't avenging the murder of my parents or preventing more killings, no! I just wanted some fucking HOUSE POINTS!"
Harry wasn't making much sense, but Draco knew that there would be no talking him down in this state. So he held Harry and interrupted his tirade with a long, sweet kiss.
"Let's go to bed, alright?" he said, and Harry gratefully followed.
---
Since it was still early, Harry and Draco expected the dorms to be empty when they got up there. So when they stumbled into the room, Draco attatched Harry's neck and Harry attempting to undo Draco's pants, they were surprised to hear noises. They stopped their frantic actions abruptly and looked around. A strange moaning sound came from Ron's bed followed by heavy breathing.
"Is the weasel getting himself off or something?" drawled Draco, sounding bored. "I don't really want to hear that, can't we put a silencing charm on his bed?"
"He might be having a nightmare or something," said Harry. "Maybe I should, erm, wake him up." He sneaked towards Ron's bed.
Just as he was about to open the curtain, someone shouted, "You were right, Ron, this is better than studying! Oh lord!"
Harry backed away from the bed very quickly, and Draco couldn't decide if he looked frightened or disgusted.
"Silencio!" said Harry, pointing his wand at Ron's bed. He quickly retreated behind his own bed curtains. Draco followed, smirking.
"Won't-" he said, but Harry cut him off.
"Yeah, I know Malfoy, my best friends are shagging and you probably think it's really funny but I just think it's gross, so-"
"I was just going to say, Harry. . . Won't _we_ be needing a silencing charm as well?" Draco drawled. Harry grinned broadly and put the charm on the bed.
"Good," the dark-haired boy said, "because I need a good blow job right about now."
Draco laughed and pinned Harry to the bed, kissing him passionately. He paused and sat up, taking off his shirt.
"Look what I wore for you," he said, smiling wickedly. He took off his pants to reveal the silky dragon boxers that Harry had interrogated him about. Harry stared for a moment.
"You were right, actually," said Harry. "They're tacky. You should take them off."
"Damn you, Potter," said Draco, but he quickly removed the offending shorts. "While we're getting rid of awful clothes, how about we get rid of yours?"
Just when Draco had taken off Harry's shirt, Harry sat up and planted a kiss on Draco's hip bone, eliciting a gasp from him. Harry continued to kiss and lick Draco's lower stomach while he moved his hands up Draco's inner thighs, using his thumbs to put pressure on them. When he finally reached Draco's balls, he looked up.
"You're fucking sexy, Malfoy," he said. His grabbed Draco's cock in his hands and began to stroke along the length of his shaft.
"Please. don't. stop," Draco said, gasping for air. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his muscles tensing. "Faster," he choked, humping Harry's hands. As Harry began to stroke him harder, he felt his whole body go unbearably rigid. His breath hitched. "Oh Fuck. Harry," he cried at the release. He came on Harry's chest and then fell on top of him, panting.
"Nice work," he said upon catching his breath. He grinned and opened his eyes. Harry smiled back.
"Now, about that blow job," said Draco, sliding under the sheets.
---
Draco took his seat next to a very tired looking Harry on the Hogwarts Express the next day. He and Hermione and Ron had just returned from a meeting in the prefect's compartment.
"I brought you a chocolate frog," he said, handing the sweet to Harry.
"Thanks," Harry said, kissing Draco on the cheek.
"Did you have a nap?" asked Draco. Harry yawned and nodded. "No wonder you're tired. After last night, I'm pretty exhausted myself."
"I could've done without that knowledge, thanks," grumped Ron, who was sitting across the compartment with his arm around Hermione. The rest of the people in the compartment seemed to agree. Draco looked around in disgust. He wasn't friends with anyone there. Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, that crazy Lovegood girl. . . but, he supposed, he'd rather leave a sleeping Harry alone with these people than with Crabbe and Goyle.
"You could be a bit less obvious yourself, Weasel," Draco muttered.
"What was that, Malfoy?" said Ron.
Um, I said, 'Your trunk is falling off that shelf, Weasley,'" said Draco. Ron looked up for a moment, confused. Then he turned back to Draco and narrowed his eyes.
"My trunk isn't on a shelf," he said.
"Oh, well, my mistake then," said Draco.
"No, I don't think that's what you said," said Ron, raising his voice. "What did you say, Malfoy?"
"Don't worry about it, Ron," said Hermione, patting Ron's arm in attempt to calm him down.
"I know what I said, Weasel, don't challenge me," Draco said, turning pink.
"Name-calling, Malfoy? Don't you think it's time we grew up?" shouted Ron.
"I'll call you whatever I want, you plebeian, second-hand clothing wearing, stupid. . ."
"DRACO!" said Harry, looking up. "Why don't you tell us about the time you outflew a helicopter on your Nimbus 2001?
"Oh, yes," said Draco, smiling. "I was practicing to see how high I could fly, and this helicopter just came out of nowhere, flying straight towards me! Because of my amazing flying skills, I wasn't afraid, I just. . ."
Draco didn't notice most of the people from the compartment leaving, or Hermione and Ron ignoring him to snog in a corner. He just continued to talk.
Harry put his head on Draco's shoulder and drifted off to sleep, half listening to his Draco boast.
Pairing- Harry/Draco
Rating- R for language and smut.
Notes- Thanks for the reviews, everyone. This chapter contains some stuff. It also contains Hermione/Ron pairing, but DON'T WORRY, they're not the main focus. I gave some more insight to Harry's situation. I really hope you like this chapter, especially the end part on the train. Awwww.
Disclaimer- J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all of these characters and settings. I'm just playing with them and I'm not making any money for it.
Feedback- Email me!
Chapter Three- He Actually Expected Him to Go Through With it
It was a windy Friday evening in early June, and Harry and Draco's sixth year at Hogwarts was ending. The Great Hall was crowded with students buzzing about their plans for the upcoming summer holidays. Draco, however, who sat alone at one end of the Slytherin table, was not so sure if he'd be enjoying this summer. Harry _did_ actually expect him to face the Dursley's with him, and Draco was worried. He looked across the Great Hall at his boyfriend and sighed. Of course he cared about Harry and wanted to spend the summer with him and all that, but he really _didn't_ want to spend the summer with a family of infamously unkind muggles. It wasn't as if Draco lacked experience with infamously unkind people or anything, but muggles? Draco knew that that meant no house elves, no nighttime broomstick rides, and probably chores around the house. Worst of all, Draco wasn't even sure if he'd be able to shag Harry with those damn muggles in the house. And _that_ would be torture. Just then, Harry looked up to see Draco staring at him and winked. Draco Smiled weakly.
"Ahem," said Dumbledore, standing up at the head table. "If I could have your attention, please. I need to announce the winning houses. This has been a very special year, and it's difficult to see it come to an end. The wizarding world is, quite thankfully, once again at peace," he paused and smiled at Harry, "and the unity between the houses has reached an amazing high. The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs did a wonderful job planning the Yule Ball in December, and the Ravenclaws and Slytherins showed wonderful teamwork in planning tonight's feast. All of the houses pulled together remarkably many times during the school year. I want to thank you all for making our new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, Nymphadora Tonks, feel welcome. And all of the houses worked together wonderfully to keep the school clean during Mr. Filch's absence in January. That does not mean, however, that friendly house rivalry has ceased to exist. Congratulations to Gryffindor for once again winning the Quidditch cup-" cheers and boos filled the hall; Harry grinned at Draco, who glared back- "and of course, to Slytherin, for winning the House Cup!" This time it was Draco's turn to grin. "I would like to see Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in my office after dinner." The students laughed and whooped, and someone who Draco suspected was Harry's ex-girlfriend Cho shouted out, "Snogging in the halls again?"
When things had quieted down, Draco looked at Harry questioningly. He just shrugged. That was no help. Draco ate quickly, nervous about what Dumbledore might have to say to them. When Harry and Draco stood outside the office after dinner, they both fidgeted nervously until Dumbledore let them in, smiling warmly.
"Sit down, gentlemen. Have a lemon drop, they're on my desk," he said. Draco helped himself to one of the sweets and sat on a fluffy blue armchair, but Harry just stood in stony silence.
"Sit next to me, Harry," said Draco. Harry sat down and crossed his arms, but he still didn't speak.
"If I may say so," said Dumbledore, sitting down behind his desk and noting Draco's spikey black attire, "I very much like that outfit, Mr. Malfoy."
"Thank you, Professor," said Draco.
"I'm not sure that the Dursleys will like it so much, though," Dumbledore said.
Draco choked on his lemon drop, and Harry's eyes grew very large.
"You. . . you knew about. . . you knew he was coming home with me this summer?" Harry sputtered.
"If he didn't, he does now," muttered Draco.
"Where else would he go, Mr. Potter?" asked Dumbledore. "Unless you got your own home? I hadn't heard if you had."
Nowhere to go. Draco considered this, and it was true. His mother had passed away the previous summer, and though Lucius had been in Azkaban since the day he'd broken into Hogwarts, he was still the owner of Malfoy Manor and Draco was certain that he wouldn't stand for him being there.
"No," he said, "you're right. I'm going to Surrey with Harry."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," said Dumbledore. There was an uncomfortable silence as the three people studied one another.
"It's none of your business what your students do over the summer, Professor," Harry began defensively, "and Draco _is_ going to. . ."
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter, I just wanted to help you!" said Dumbledore, putting up his hands in defense. "I'd hate to see one of my students with nowhere to go, and I feel that it is my responsibility to make sure that such a thing does not happen. If you need help convincing the Dursleys to take him in, I can. . ."
"We won't be needing your help, Professor," said Harry briskly, getting up to leave. "We can manage on our own quite nicely, I'm sure." He took Draco's hand and marched towards the exit.
Draco glanced at Dumbledore apologetically as they walked out the door.
"Bloody hell, even I thought that was cold, and this is _me_ talking," said Draco when they'd reached the Entrance Hall. Harry glared at him. "He was just trying to help us," Draco continued.
"I don't care, he's just another one of _them_," said Harry bitterly. "Trying to get me to step into the spotlight so that we can take the glory for killing Voldemort," said Harry, "We. Meaning the Order. That's all he wants, credit. . ."
"I'm the first to admit that Dumbledore's a complete lunatic, Harry, really. I mean, he probably knows that we're shagging, and any decent headmaster wouldn't approve. . .But anyway, I doubt that he wanted to claim glory or whatever it was that you said. The man cares about you. He wanted to give you house points. . ."
"House points!" Harry interrupted, sounding somewhat insane. "Yes, house points! That's why I killed Voldemort! I wasn't avenging the murder of my parents or preventing more killings, no! I just wanted some fucking HOUSE POINTS!"
Harry wasn't making much sense, but Draco knew that there would be no talking him down in this state. So he held Harry and interrupted his tirade with a long, sweet kiss.
"Let's go to bed, alright?" he said, and Harry gratefully followed.
---
Since it was still early, Harry and Draco expected the dorms to be empty when they got up there. So when they stumbled into the room, Draco attatched Harry's neck and Harry attempting to undo Draco's pants, they were surprised to hear noises. They stopped their frantic actions abruptly and looked around. A strange moaning sound came from Ron's bed followed by heavy breathing.
"Is the weasel getting himself off or something?" drawled Draco, sounding bored. "I don't really want to hear that, can't we put a silencing charm on his bed?"
"He might be having a nightmare or something," said Harry. "Maybe I should, erm, wake him up." He sneaked towards Ron's bed.
Just as he was about to open the curtain, someone shouted, "You were right, Ron, this is better than studying! Oh lord!"
Harry backed away from the bed very quickly, and Draco couldn't decide if he looked frightened or disgusted.
"Silencio!" said Harry, pointing his wand at Ron's bed. He quickly retreated behind his own bed curtains. Draco followed, smirking.
"Won't-" he said, but Harry cut him off.
"Yeah, I know Malfoy, my best friends are shagging and you probably think it's really funny but I just think it's gross, so-"
"I was just going to say, Harry. . . Won't _we_ be needing a silencing charm as well?" Draco drawled. Harry grinned broadly and put the charm on the bed.
"Good," the dark-haired boy said, "because I need a good blow job right about now."
Draco laughed and pinned Harry to the bed, kissing him passionately. He paused and sat up, taking off his shirt.
"Look what I wore for you," he said, smiling wickedly. He took off his pants to reveal the silky dragon boxers that Harry had interrogated him about. Harry stared for a moment.
"You were right, actually," said Harry. "They're tacky. You should take them off."
"Damn you, Potter," said Draco, but he quickly removed the offending shorts. "While we're getting rid of awful clothes, how about we get rid of yours?"
Just when Draco had taken off Harry's shirt, Harry sat up and planted a kiss on Draco's hip bone, eliciting a gasp from him. Harry continued to kiss and lick Draco's lower stomach while he moved his hands up Draco's inner thighs, using his thumbs to put pressure on them. When he finally reached Draco's balls, he looked up.
"You're fucking sexy, Malfoy," he said. His grabbed Draco's cock in his hands and began to stroke along the length of his shaft.
"Please. don't. stop," Draco said, gasping for air. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his muscles tensing. "Faster," he choked, humping Harry's hands. As Harry began to stroke him harder, he felt his whole body go unbearably rigid. His breath hitched. "Oh Fuck. Harry," he cried at the release. He came on Harry's chest and then fell on top of him, panting.
"Nice work," he said upon catching his breath. He grinned and opened his eyes. Harry smiled back.
"Now, about that blow job," said Draco, sliding under the sheets.
---
Draco took his seat next to a very tired looking Harry on the Hogwarts Express the next day. He and Hermione and Ron had just returned from a meeting in the prefect's compartment.
"I brought you a chocolate frog," he said, handing the sweet to Harry.
"Thanks," Harry said, kissing Draco on the cheek.
"Did you have a nap?" asked Draco. Harry yawned and nodded. "No wonder you're tired. After last night, I'm pretty exhausted myself."
"I could've done without that knowledge, thanks," grumped Ron, who was sitting across the compartment with his arm around Hermione. The rest of the people in the compartment seemed to agree. Draco looked around in disgust. He wasn't friends with anyone there. Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, that crazy Lovegood girl. . . but, he supposed, he'd rather leave a sleeping Harry alone with these people than with Crabbe and Goyle.
"You could be a bit less obvious yourself, Weasel," Draco muttered.
"What was that, Malfoy?" said Ron.
Um, I said, 'Your trunk is falling off that shelf, Weasley,'" said Draco. Ron looked up for a moment, confused. Then he turned back to Draco and narrowed his eyes.
"My trunk isn't on a shelf," he said.
"Oh, well, my mistake then," said Draco.
"No, I don't think that's what you said," said Ron, raising his voice. "What did you say, Malfoy?"
"Don't worry about it, Ron," said Hermione, patting Ron's arm in attempt to calm him down.
"I know what I said, Weasel, don't challenge me," Draco said, turning pink.
"Name-calling, Malfoy? Don't you think it's time we grew up?" shouted Ron.
"I'll call you whatever I want, you plebeian, second-hand clothing wearing, stupid. . ."
"DRACO!" said Harry, looking up. "Why don't you tell us about the time you outflew a helicopter on your Nimbus 2001?
"Oh, yes," said Draco, smiling. "I was practicing to see how high I could fly, and this helicopter just came out of nowhere, flying straight towards me! Because of my amazing flying skills, I wasn't afraid, I just. . ."
Draco didn't notice most of the people from the compartment leaving, or Hermione and Ron ignoring him to snog in a corner. He just continued to talk.
Harry put his head on Draco's shoulder and drifted off to sleep, half listening to his Draco boast.