Chapter 3 - Roommates
Harry stared across the room at Draco, who seemed to be deep in thought. After Dumbledore had left, they had subconsciously moved into distinct house groups. Harry was tired of the talk ('what's going on?') and wanted to find a place to sleep. He thought he might be able to get Draco to sneak off with him so that they could find the best room...wow, look at those abs…he must have worked out in the holidays. He looks hot… but he'd look hotter if he took off his shirt…and his… WOAH THERE HARRY! What is this all about? Suddenly I like Draco? And since when do I call him Draco? He wondered. Since you can't call him Malfoy, and you don't wanna call him Black, a logical voice answered.
Harry made his way over to Draco, carefully avoiding looking at him at all. Instead he focused his attention on Zabini, who he found to be quite pleasing to the eye, but nothing on Draco, of course. Oh dear, that has got to stop. He suddenly starts being civil and I can't keep my mind off him! He got to the other side of the room and stood in front of Draco.
"Uh… can I have a word?" he said, looking at the ground between them.
"Harry? Are you talking to me or the floor?" Draco asked. Zabini and Pansy laughed.
"Fine, don't worry about it. I'll leave you alone." Harry turned to go, feeling strangely disappointed. But why?
"No! Harry! Wait, I'll come with you…" Draco said rather desperately and began to follow Harry.
They took a door on the right, and found it was a kitchen.
"So, Harry, what did you want to talk about?" Draco asked, looking him up and down. Damn, he looks good. Shit. No lust now, just friendship. Harry wouldn't want me as a boyfriend. He's not even gay.
Draco had been gay since third year, but he had not had any relationships for fear that his father would find out and kill him, his mother, and his boyfriend. He didn't have to worry about that anymore.
"Uh… to be honest I just wanted to sleep. I thought we could find a bedroom and…"
Oh my, Draco thought, I'm getting all hot and bothered.
"…maybe talk a bit before going to sleep." Harry was saying.
"Yeah, sure. I'm tired too. All that crying, you know how it goes-" he stopped, horrified. He had meant it as a joke but what if Harry took it seriously?
Harry just laughed. "Yeah, I do," He said.
They had found a bedroom with a king size bed and a single bed, but it looked to be the biggest room so they chose it.
Draco was inspecting the room, with his back to Harry. Harry wanted to get his attention, but didn't know what to call him. He settled for 'um'.
"Um…ah…" Draco wasn't paying attention. He was wondering how to tell Harry that he wanted to be his friend.
"Hey, you!" Harry almost shouted.
"What? Why did you call me 'you'?" Draco asked calmly, although he felt far from it. It wasn't a good start if Harry wouldn't call him by his first name.
"I… uh… don't know what else to call you. Wasn't sure if you'd object to me calling you 'Draco'…" he mumbled.
"Of course not, you may call me whatever you like, as long as it's not 'Malfoy'. That name symbolises everything bad in my life. So what did you want, Harry?"
It just occurred to Harry that Draco had been calling him Harry all along. Why hadn't he noticed? "I just wanted to say…you have the big bed… you'd be used to it, I'm used to sleeping in a tiny bedroom with a single bed, it will suit me fine." Harry said, trying not to imagine Draco in bed.
"Are you sure? I don't mind trying the single bed…" Draco said, but Harry shook his head. "You have it." He said, in a slightly firmer tone than he meant, because he was also trying to banish obscene images of them in the bed together from his mind. He was not having much success.
Draco just shrugged, and took out his pyjamas. Harry stared as Draco unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the lean muscly chest that Harry knew was underneath. Draco looked up to see Harry staring, and flushed. He quickly turned around, showing Harry his new tattoo.
Harry let out a gasp of delight.
"What is it Harry?" Draco asked concernedly, coming over to Harry in just his pants, having mistaken his gasp of delight for one of shock or horror.
"It's just… your tattoo is so beautiful. I've always wanted one, but living with the Dursleys it's a bit hard to get anything I want." Harry said rather grimly.
"I just got it a few weeks ago. My mother doesn't know about it. I chose it because of my name. Draco means 'dragon' and now my last name is Black, so it's a black dragon. It's meant to symbolise my transition from Malfoy to Draco, but-" he stopped abruptly realising that Harry was caressing his lower back. He stiffened, blushing.
Harry came to his senses when Draco stiffened; he realised he was stroking the boy's tattoo and quickly withdrew his hand. But as soon as he did, he gasped from the tingling heat that lingered on his fingers. He felt terrible now that he wasn't touching Draco. He was overwhelmed with his desire, to hold him, pressing their bodies together, and to kiss those soft, perfect pink lips… Harry felt himself harden. He ran to the bathroom.
Draco felt Harry remove his hand quickly, and they just stood there. Draco felt cold after Harry's warm touch, realising that he wished that Harry had not stopped. Suddenly Harry gave a start and ran to the bathroom. The shower started and Draco felt himself becoming aroused imagining what Harry looked like in the shower. He quickly imagined Professor Snape in the shower to deal with his problem before it became unstoppable… after all, the bathroom was occupied, he couldn't very well go in there to deal with his problem. He smirked imagining walking into the shower and asking Harry to help him with his problem…Draco swore as he felt himself growing once more; this time it was unstoppable.
Draco dived into the bed and began his task. He closed his eyes and pictured Harry kissing his lips, and making little kisses down his chest, over his stomach and stopping at his pants. Draco felt the buttons undo; his pants were slipping down his legs. Harry began to kiss and lick Draco's length, and Draco moaned and shuddered convulsively. Harry's tongue moved faster and faster and Draco came just has he heard Harry give a huge shout of joy from the bathroom.
Minutes later, Harry emerged, looking fresh and slightly heated. Draco had removed his now somewhat messier pants and boxers and had placed them in a wash basket for a house elf to take care of. He was sitting on the edge of his bed in a pair of clean green boxers. Feeling calm and in control, he smiled at Harry as he passed, and said, "Anything in particular you wanted to talk about, Harry?"
"Well, actually, I guess I was just wondering why you wanted to be friends. I mean, why, after all these years of pretending to hate me – I mean I'm assuming that you were pretending-"
"I was, Harry." Draco interrupted, and then remained silent.
"So… why, then? Why bother trying to patch things up?"
"To be honest, I don't really know. I… always liked you… I mean, I think you're a great person, always have – right from the first time we met, when we were getting our robes. But I had to pretend to hate you or my father would… well, you know the rest. And there's more…I just…I've been having these dreams recently…" Harry's head snapped up; his gaze was immediately transferred from the floor to Draco's beautiful eyes.
"Dreams?" Harry repeated.
"Yeah, just…sort of… well I guess they're trying to tell me to be your friend."
This was too weird for Harry. He did not want to know where this was going. He couldn't have a relationship with his enemy of 5 years. He just couldn't. Draco may not have meant the hate, but Harry had. And he wasn't sure if he could get rid of it that quickly.
"I don't know if that's possible." Harry growled, overcoming his more romantic side which was urging him to tell Draco that he was in love with him.
Draco gulped; it was now or never. He wasn't thinking; his feet just took him to stand in front of Harry. His hand reached out to touch Harry's face. The words "Don't hate me, Harry," came out of his moth and he gasped. It was just like the dream. Harry had a hungry look in his eyes as his gaze travelled all over Draco's almost naked body. Draco felt himself harded as he noticed that Harry was wearing only a towel; he found that he wanted it off.
Harry was living the dream. He felt himself harden, right on cue, as soon as Draco touched his cheek. All rational though left him. All he knew was that he wante Draco. Now. He looked Draco up and down. His gaze lingered on Draco's crotch and he gave a satisfied smile to see it enlarge. Draco made himself look into Harry's eyes – he loved to drown himself in those emerald fields – and what he saw there made his throat tighten; he found it hard to breath. Harry was staring into his eyes with the look of utmost adoration and love, but also a hungry lust that made Draco shiver delightedly. He leaned in and brushed Harry's lips with his own. As soon as their lips touched, he felt so faint that he literally dragged Harry to the bed, pulling Harry down on top of himself as he lay down. Harry ran his tongue along Draco's lips, seeking entrance. Draco moaned slightly as he opened his lips, allowing Harry's tongue to explore. Harry found Draco's tongue, and began massaging it. They both moaned softly as Draco's tongue began to dominate, forcing both their tongues into Harry's mouth, so Draco could explore.
Out of breath, they gasped for air as they separated momentarily. Harry opened his eyes and stared into Draco's silver pools. He was overwhelmed with his love for the blond when he saw the look of love and lust in the silver pools. He kissed Draco again, more passionately, and when they were out of breath, he leaned over and nibbled Draco's earlobe, then blew in his ear and whispered "I think I'm in love with you, Draco Black," before placing little kisses down his neck and across his chest. He licked a nipple then sucked it hard, smiling with satisfaction when Draco writhed underneath him, moaning. He removed his towel, and then proceeded to remove Draco's boxers, all the while kissing him on the lips, alternating between soft kisses and deep, passionate ones.
When they were both completely naked, Harry lay down on Draco, completely covering his body with his own. Draco quickly reversed their positions, gaining control when Harry sighed happily and let Draco take over. Draco ground his erection into Harry's, kissing him passionately and then leaning over him to whisper, "I know I'm in love with you, Harry Potter. I have been since we first met in the robe shop." Harry shuddered on hearing this.
Draco was just leaning in to kiss Harry once more, when both boys came simultaneously. He gave one last shudder, and collapsed on top of Harry, his head resting on Harry's chest. Harry began to stroke Draco's hair, thoughtfully, when Draco raised his head so that his face was above Harry's. They stared into one another's eyes, and neither of them needed to say 'I love you' because they could see it in the other's eyes.