**Hey people. Well, this is chapter nine. I'm not sure how many more chapters I'll do - it doesn't seem like anyone's reading them anymore. So if you are reading my story, PLEASE review and let me know. Here it is - the good stuff, the chapter I've been waiting to write, the one that will make my boyfriend vomit. Here, my friends, is chapter nine. Oh yeah, and I'm not JKR or Steve Kloves, yada yada yada.**
Harry woke before Draco did, and felt himself being held. He lay there for a few minutes without moving, thinking about the events of the night before. He had told Draco that he loved him. At first, he had been afraid to say the words - he had never been in love before. The closest he had ever come to true love was Cho, and she was more schoolboy infatuation than real love. Harry wasn't sure if he could ever love a girl, or if it mattered to him anyway. He wasn't sure what he expected to happen between him and Draco, but he knew he wanted to be with him - that now he felt as though his life had been incomplete. Harry had always thought the idea of love was extremely overrated and overappreciated. He thought of Ron and Hermione, and laughed to himself silently. He would be damned if the two of them didn't have ten redheaded, bossy kids by the time they were thirty. For years, he had thought, and still thought, that Ron and Hermione were being silly in hiding their feelings for each other. What were they afraid of? Suddenly, Harry realized he was criticizing his best friends for doing the exact thing he himself had been doing for years. He had been hiding his feelings for Draco. But, he thought with a smile, he didn't have to hide them anymore.
Draco felt Harry stir, lifting his head from Draco's chest. As Harry sat up slowly, Draco's eyes fluttered open. The blurry outline of Harry came into view just as he heard a faint squeaking noise. The noise got louder, and Harry stood up. The confusion that comes with being half-awake kept Draco from registering what the noise what, but Harry seemed to know. It became even louder, and Draco realized he had heard it once before.
"Is that bloody bird going to wake me up every day?!" he said as he put a pillow over his face.
Pigwidgeon flew quickly through the window and, as usual, began doing victory laps around the room. After she was satisfied with herself, she landed on Harry's shoulder and held out her leg. Harry untied two letters and sat on the bed as Pig fluttered over to the mantel and perched atop it, beaming with pride. Harry was beginning to hate that owl.
'Harry,
I'm not so sure what to say. You're with Malfoy, by your own free will? And what's with the "P.S.: I'm gay"? You and Malfoy aren't together, are you? Well, if you are, (and I have a feeling you are), I'll support you one hundred percent. I trust your judgement, mate.
Ron"
Harry smiled to himself. True, he had ended his letter to Ron with "P.S.: I'm gay." At the time, he had been in a hurry and it seemed like a perfectly suitable thing to do, but now it was somewhat humourous. Regardless, Harry was very glad to hear that Ron supported him. He reached for the other letter and read it:
"Harry,
Ron's told me what's happened. I can't believe you're with Draco Malfoy. How could you be so stupid?I hope you're not really gay, and it's just a phase you're going through. You're not the type of person to sink to that level, anyway. You could have any girl you want. Why would you settle for a guy, let alone Malfoy? If this is a joke, it's not funny, Harry. If it's not a joke...he must have you under a control spell of some sort. I can't believe you would stoop this low, it's just sick.
Hermione"
He read the letter three times, making sure it was actually Hermione's handwriting. Harry was deeply confused. Ron was okay with him being gay, and Hermione wasn't? Harry didn't know whether he should be angry, hurt, or both. Draco's voice broke into his thoughts.
"What's Weasley got to say this time?"
"Ron..."
Harry didn't know what to say. Hermione had always supported him, even when he had made stupid decisions. He had figured she would be much more accepting; after all, she was Muggle-born, and gays were everywhere in the Muggle world. Draco could sense something was wrong by the look on Harry's face.
"What is it, love?" he said, sitting up.
"N-Nothing." Harry stammered, folding the pieces of parchment back up. "Ron...Ron thinks it's great. We have his support."
"But?"
"Hermione," Harry said after a small pause. "Hermione..."
Harry really couldn't think of what to say. He didn't want to show the letter to him; Draco didn't need another reason to hate Hermione.
"She's always supported me in everything," he said through the beginnings of tears. "Why would she be so cold?"
Draco put two and two together and figured out Hermione didn't exactly approve of their relationship. He couldn't care less, but he knew Hermione's acceptance was important to Harry, and watching Harry cry hurt him deeply. He reached out his arms, and Harry climbed onto the bed and into Draco's embrace. Draco laid them back, both laying on their sides and facing each other. Harry buried his face into Draco's shoulder and let himself cry. He realized he had very seldom cried in front of another person. He thought he might have in front of Dumbledore the night Sirius died, and perhaps in front of Ron and Hermione once. Harry remembered crying in front of his Aunt Petunia when he was about nine years old, and that she had hugged him for the first - and only time - in his life. That was a special moment to Harry - it reminded him why he favored his aunt over his uncle, and that although she was often cruel, she did have a humane heart.
"If she doesn't accept you for who you are, that's her own problem," Draco said. He was furious with Hermione for upsetting Harry. It wasn't the first time he had been angry with her, but he couldn't think of a time he had ever hated her more.
Harry realized he was being silly - so what if she had told him off? She would probably come around eventually anyway, once she realized his feelings were relevent. And even if she didn't...Draco was right, it was her problem. He was suddenly very grateful to Draco for everything he had done - taking him out of harm's way, cleaning his wounds with such a gently touch, giving him this unbelievable feeling of love and acceptance. He looked up into Draco's eyes.
"What is it, love?" Draco whispered as he smoothed back the hair from Harry's eyes.
Harry suddenly felt very adult, in a sexual kind of way. He found himself looking, not at Draco's eyes, but as his lips. "He's got gorgeous lips," he thought to himself. "They'd look even better wrapped around my - "
"Harry?"
"Huh? Oh. Umm...." He wanted to beg Draco to take him, but instead he decided he could probably say those words in a better way.
"Draco, love..." he began, "do you think we're ready to, um...take-this-to-the-next-level?" Harry spat out the last few words very quickly, then looked back up at Draco, who was now smirking evilishly.
"And what do you mean by that, Mr.Shy Stuff?"
Harry abandoned all inhibitions - he didn't want Draco to think of his as shy. "I want to feel you inside me."
The words had an instant piercing effect on Draco, and he stirred uncomfortably. He had never been so turned on by simple words.
"Harry..." Draco whispered, " ...are you a virgin?"
"Yeah," he replied, trying very, very hard not to be too shy or show his nervousness.
"Me too," Draco said quietly. "although for a long time I've dreamt about you changing that."
Harry felt the same instantaneous rising Draco had felt, and he kissed him deeply. The next minute was a blur, and Harry quickly found himself in nothing but Slytherin boxers, with Draco on top of him, pinning him down. Draco had shed his clothing as well, save for his boxers. He was kissing and licking Harry's neck, and Harry couldn't stop himself from moaning deeply. He had never been so hard in his life, and they had just started. It was amazing what Draco did to him - just kissing his neck was almost enough to finish him off. Harry felt all his shyness float away as he reached down and stuck his hand into Draco's boxers, grabbing the hardness that had developed there and stroking it slowly. Draco grunted and bit Harry's nipple, and Harry froze. He had never considered his nipple to be a sexual area, but feeling Draco bite it was the hottest thing he had ever felt - he let out a deep groan and began stroking faster.
Draco reached beneath him and started stroking Harry in the same way, his thoughts racing. He had never been touched there before, and he was shocked to discover how good it felt when Harry touched it. He rubbed faster, and Harry moaned louder. Draco didn't know how much more he could stand - Harry was stroking him faster now, and hearing him moan like that definitely didn't help. He lowered his head to kiss him, then kissed his neck again, which was more than Harry could handle. He moaned Draco's name loudly, and that was it. Draco was overswept by an urge unlike any he had ever felt before. He kissed Harry quickly again, then backed off him and pulled him onto his hands and knees. Draco reached onto the floor for his pants, and got his wand from the pocket. He muttered a spell Harry had never heard before, but he guessed it was for lubrication. Harry suddenly felt vulnerable and scared.
"Draco - "
"I'll be easy, love, I promise." he was so incredibly turned on by the way Harry was saying his name. He put the tip of his shaft against Harry. "Can I?"
"I'm scared," Harry admitted after a short pause.
Draco rubbed his palms against Harry's hips reassuringly. "If you don't want to, we don't have to."
"I want to," he said, "so bad."
"I'll be easy, love, I promise." Draco repeated. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."
Harry bit his lip. He really did want to do this, but didn't quite know what to expect. The voice inside his head reassured him that Draco didn't have any more experiencethan he did, and that he could trust him. Putting his hands on Harry's hips, Draco began to push forward slowly, and heard Harry gasp and hiss through griited teeth. He stopped for a moment, letting Harry adjust. He was glad Harry couldn't see his face - he was trying desperately to keep from exploding right then and there. He couldn't believe how amazingly good it felt. He wanted to slam the rest of the way in and go wild, thrusting madly and as hard as he could, but his love for Harry stopped him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, trying to sound calm.
"Yeah," Harry said shakingly, "yeah I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" Draco could see that his entire body was trembling, and he was afraid Harry was only going along to please him.
"It hurts," Harry said.
"I can stop, love."
"No, don't. Keep going,"
Too turned on to argue, Draco pushed futher in, until he was completely buried inside, then he waited again. Harry reached down and began feverishly rubbing his shaft, and that sight sent Draco over the edge. He grabbed ightly onto Harry's hips and began thrusting, slowly at first. He couldn't help but groan deeply at the feel of it, and Harry began moaning softly in rhythm to the thrusting. Draco quickly picked up speed, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes as he moaned louder, sweat breaking out on his forehead. Harry let out a deep groan, and Draco looked down to see Harry coming. He was very aware that he had never been so hard or so turned on in his life. He heard Harry moan - almost scream - his name, and he began slamming into him violently. It was only seconds later that he exploded, shuddering deeply and keeping his eyes tightly shut as he moaned loudly.
He pulled out, trying in vain to catch his breath. They were both covered in sweat, and both shaking. Harry turned over onto his back and Draco climbed on top of him, kissing him softly. As bad as Draco was shaking, Harry was even more. Draco softly wiped the sweat from Harry's forehead, trying to calm him.
"Shhh," he said reassuringly, "you're okay, baby. You're okay, I'm here."
Kissing him again, Draco was deeply satisfied. Harry quickly stopped shaking with Draco's encouragement, and leaned up to kiss him.
"I love you," he whispered.
Draco's heart melted once again, as it did every time Harry spoke. "I love you too, Harry."
Harry woke before Draco did, and felt himself being held. He lay there for a few minutes without moving, thinking about the events of the night before. He had told Draco that he loved him. At first, he had been afraid to say the words - he had never been in love before. The closest he had ever come to true love was Cho, and she was more schoolboy infatuation than real love. Harry wasn't sure if he could ever love a girl, or if it mattered to him anyway. He wasn't sure what he expected to happen between him and Draco, but he knew he wanted to be with him - that now he felt as though his life had been incomplete. Harry had always thought the idea of love was extremely overrated and overappreciated. He thought of Ron and Hermione, and laughed to himself silently. He would be damned if the two of them didn't have ten redheaded, bossy kids by the time they were thirty. For years, he had thought, and still thought, that Ron and Hermione were being silly in hiding their feelings for each other. What were they afraid of? Suddenly, Harry realized he was criticizing his best friends for doing the exact thing he himself had been doing for years. He had been hiding his feelings for Draco. But, he thought with a smile, he didn't have to hide them anymore.
Draco felt Harry stir, lifting his head from Draco's chest. As Harry sat up slowly, Draco's eyes fluttered open. The blurry outline of Harry came into view just as he heard a faint squeaking noise. The noise got louder, and Harry stood up. The confusion that comes with being half-awake kept Draco from registering what the noise what, but Harry seemed to know. It became even louder, and Draco realized he had heard it once before.
"Is that bloody bird going to wake me up every day?!" he said as he put a pillow over his face.
Pigwidgeon flew quickly through the window and, as usual, began doing victory laps around the room. After she was satisfied with herself, she landed on Harry's shoulder and held out her leg. Harry untied two letters and sat on the bed as Pig fluttered over to the mantel and perched atop it, beaming with pride. Harry was beginning to hate that owl.
'Harry,
I'm not so sure what to say. You're with Malfoy, by your own free will? And what's with the "P.S.: I'm gay"? You and Malfoy aren't together, are you? Well, if you are, (and I have a feeling you are), I'll support you one hundred percent. I trust your judgement, mate.
Ron"
Harry smiled to himself. True, he had ended his letter to Ron with "P.S.: I'm gay." At the time, he had been in a hurry and it seemed like a perfectly suitable thing to do, but now it was somewhat humourous. Regardless, Harry was very glad to hear that Ron supported him. He reached for the other letter and read it:
"Harry,
Ron's told me what's happened. I can't believe you're with Draco Malfoy. How could you be so stupid?I hope you're not really gay, and it's just a phase you're going through. You're not the type of person to sink to that level, anyway. You could have any girl you want. Why would you settle for a guy, let alone Malfoy? If this is a joke, it's not funny, Harry. If it's not a joke...he must have you under a control spell of some sort. I can't believe you would stoop this low, it's just sick.
Hermione"
He read the letter three times, making sure it was actually Hermione's handwriting. Harry was deeply confused. Ron was okay with him being gay, and Hermione wasn't? Harry didn't know whether he should be angry, hurt, or both. Draco's voice broke into his thoughts.
"What's Weasley got to say this time?"
"Ron..."
Harry didn't know what to say. Hermione had always supported him, even when he had made stupid decisions. He had figured she would be much more accepting; after all, she was Muggle-born, and gays were everywhere in the Muggle world. Draco could sense something was wrong by the look on Harry's face.
"What is it, love?" he said, sitting up.
"N-Nothing." Harry stammered, folding the pieces of parchment back up. "Ron...Ron thinks it's great. We have his support."
"But?"
"Hermione," Harry said after a small pause. "Hermione..."
Harry really couldn't think of what to say. He didn't want to show the letter to him; Draco didn't need another reason to hate Hermione.
"She's always supported me in everything," he said through the beginnings of tears. "Why would she be so cold?"
Draco put two and two together and figured out Hermione didn't exactly approve of their relationship. He couldn't care less, but he knew Hermione's acceptance was important to Harry, and watching Harry cry hurt him deeply. He reached out his arms, and Harry climbed onto the bed and into Draco's embrace. Draco laid them back, both laying on their sides and facing each other. Harry buried his face into Draco's shoulder and let himself cry. He realized he had very seldom cried in front of another person. He thought he might have in front of Dumbledore the night Sirius died, and perhaps in front of Ron and Hermione once. Harry remembered crying in front of his Aunt Petunia when he was about nine years old, and that she had hugged him for the first - and only time - in his life. That was a special moment to Harry - it reminded him why he favored his aunt over his uncle, and that although she was often cruel, she did have a humane heart.
"If she doesn't accept you for who you are, that's her own problem," Draco said. He was furious with Hermione for upsetting Harry. It wasn't the first time he had been angry with her, but he couldn't think of a time he had ever hated her more.
Harry realized he was being silly - so what if she had told him off? She would probably come around eventually anyway, once she realized his feelings were relevent. And even if she didn't...Draco was right, it was her problem. He was suddenly very grateful to Draco for everything he had done - taking him out of harm's way, cleaning his wounds with such a gently touch, giving him this unbelievable feeling of love and acceptance. He looked up into Draco's eyes.
"What is it, love?" Draco whispered as he smoothed back the hair from Harry's eyes.
Harry suddenly felt very adult, in a sexual kind of way. He found himself looking, not at Draco's eyes, but as his lips. "He's got gorgeous lips," he thought to himself. "They'd look even better wrapped around my - "
"Harry?"
"Huh? Oh. Umm...." He wanted to beg Draco to take him, but instead he decided he could probably say those words in a better way.
"Draco, love..." he began, "do you think we're ready to, um...take-this-to-the-next-level?" Harry spat out the last few words very quickly, then looked back up at Draco, who was now smirking evilishly.
"And what do you mean by that, Mr.Shy Stuff?"
Harry abandoned all inhibitions - he didn't want Draco to think of his as shy. "I want to feel you inside me."
The words had an instant piercing effect on Draco, and he stirred uncomfortably. He had never been so turned on by simple words.
"Harry..." Draco whispered, " ...are you a virgin?"
"Yeah," he replied, trying very, very hard not to be too shy or show his nervousness.
"Me too," Draco said quietly. "although for a long time I've dreamt about you changing that."
Harry felt the same instantaneous rising Draco had felt, and he kissed him deeply. The next minute was a blur, and Harry quickly found himself in nothing but Slytherin boxers, with Draco on top of him, pinning him down. Draco had shed his clothing as well, save for his boxers. He was kissing and licking Harry's neck, and Harry couldn't stop himself from moaning deeply. He had never been so hard in his life, and they had just started. It was amazing what Draco did to him - just kissing his neck was almost enough to finish him off. Harry felt all his shyness float away as he reached down and stuck his hand into Draco's boxers, grabbing the hardness that had developed there and stroking it slowly. Draco grunted and bit Harry's nipple, and Harry froze. He had never considered his nipple to be a sexual area, but feeling Draco bite it was the hottest thing he had ever felt - he let out a deep groan and began stroking faster.
Draco reached beneath him and started stroking Harry in the same way, his thoughts racing. He had never been touched there before, and he was shocked to discover how good it felt when Harry touched it. He rubbed faster, and Harry moaned louder. Draco didn't know how much more he could stand - Harry was stroking him faster now, and hearing him moan like that definitely didn't help. He lowered his head to kiss him, then kissed his neck again, which was more than Harry could handle. He moaned Draco's name loudly, and that was it. Draco was overswept by an urge unlike any he had ever felt before. He kissed Harry quickly again, then backed off him and pulled him onto his hands and knees. Draco reached onto the floor for his pants, and got his wand from the pocket. He muttered a spell Harry had never heard before, but he guessed it was for lubrication. Harry suddenly felt vulnerable and scared.
"Draco - "
"I'll be easy, love, I promise." he was so incredibly turned on by the way Harry was saying his name. He put the tip of his shaft against Harry. "Can I?"
"I'm scared," Harry admitted after a short pause.
Draco rubbed his palms against Harry's hips reassuringly. "If you don't want to, we don't have to."
"I want to," he said, "so bad."
"I'll be easy, love, I promise." Draco repeated. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."
Harry bit his lip. He really did want to do this, but didn't quite know what to expect. The voice inside his head reassured him that Draco didn't have any more experiencethan he did, and that he could trust him. Putting his hands on Harry's hips, Draco began to push forward slowly, and heard Harry gasp and hiss through griited teeth. He stopped for a moment, letting Harry adjust. He was glad Harry couldn't see his face - he was trying desperately to keep from exploding right then and there. He couldn't believe how amazingly good it felt. He wanted to slam the rest of the way in and go wild, thrusting madly and as hard as he could, but his love for Harry stopped him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, trying to sound calm.
"Yeah," Harry said shakingly, "yeah I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" Draco could see that his entire body was trembling, and he was afraid Harry was only going along to please him.
"It hurts," Harry said.
"I can stop, love."
"No, don't. Keep going,"
Too turned on to argue, Draco pushed futher in, until he was completely buried inside, then he waited again. Harry reached down and began feverishly rubbing his shaft, and that sight sent Draco over the edge. He grabbed ightly onto Harry's hips and began thrusting, slowly at first. He couldn't help but groan deeply at the feel of it, and Harry began moaning softly in rhythm to the thrusting. Draco quickly picked up speed, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes as he moaned louder, sweat breaking out on his forehead. Harry let out a deep groan, and Draco looked down to see Harry coming. He was very aware that he had never been so hard or so turned on in his life. He heard Harry moan - almost scream - his name, and he began slamming into him violently. It was only seconds later that he exploded, shuddering deeply and keeping his eyes tightly shut as he moaned loudly.
He pulled out, trying in vain to catch his breath. They were both covered in sweat, and both shaking. Harry turned over onto his back and Draco climbed on top of him, kissing him softly. As bad as Draco was shaking, Harry was even more. Draco softly wiped the sweat from Harry's forehead, trying to calm him.
"Shhh," he said reassuringly, "you're okay, baby. You're okay, I'm here."
Kissing him again, Draco was deeply satisfied. Harry quickly stopped shaking with Draco's encouragement, and leaned up to kiss him.
"I love you," he whispered.
Draco's heart melted once again, as it did every time Harry spoke. "I love you too, Harry."
