Hey everyone! Sorry it's taking so long to update. Thanks sooo much for the reviews! Here's Chapter Twelve! And for those fans who are REALLY devoted to Rowlingistics, twelve is not just another number!
Draco opened his eyes, pausing a moment to wait for the bluriness to fade. When the room came into perspective, Draco smiled to himself. Harry was asleep beside him, he remembered, and turned over to see him. Laying on his stomach, sprawled out on the bed, Harry was covered only up to his waist. As he breathed, he let out a quiet, content sound, his body rising and falling slowly. Draco matched his own rhythm of breathing to Harry's, feeling extremely connected to him. Harry shifted in his sleep, and the sheets were now covering barely enough. Draco's mind drifted back to the night before, when he and Harry had made love for hours, switching often so neither of them got worn out too quickly. Harry had made love to Draco for the first time, and if at all possible, Draco now felt that he loved Harry even more. As he watched him sleep, Draco smoothed Harry's messy black hair, and he stirred. Harry turned onto his left side, toward Draco. He knew the soft hand on his cheek was Draco's, and he smiled sleepily. He had been having some odd dream he could barely remember, but he suddenly didn't care. He was happy to be awake. Draco leaned down and kissed Harry's lips, then licked his own.
"Good morning sunshine," he said.
Harry smiled with content and closed his eyes. "Morning love," he said as he began to yawn. He felt his stomach growl, and moaned, suddenly realizing how hungry he was. He opened his eyes and saw the blurry figure of Draco laying next to him, facing him only inches away. He was softly rubbing Harry's right side and hip. The touch of Draco's soft hand brought memory back into Harry's mind of the night before. He had never thought it was possible to have such intense feelings. There had been many times his head had felt as if it had been spinning, and he had seen colorful spots in the corners of his eyes. He suddenly remembered his discovery that Draco was extremely turned on by his own pain. He remembered the way Draco had moaned in ecstasy when he, Harry, had first entered him, and the way Draco had demanded Harry to move faster, thrust harder. He wanted to be handled roughly, and Harry was shocked to find that he enjoyed that situation has well. In fact, he had found that being in a dominate position over Draco had been so incredibly hot, he couldn't seem to stop and they had gone over and over again all night, Harry finally collapsing from the lack of strength he had been using to thrust as roughly as he could. It wasn't that he liked causing Draco pain, but the way his lover had nearly screamed his name in pleasure had taken away all inhibitions he had. He had also found that being in a power position made him feel more.... "manly", was the only word he could think of to describe it.
As these thoughts ran through Harry's mind, his hunger seemed to suddenly vanish, and he opened his eyes. He saw Draco in front of him, looking back at him. Harry suddenly felt himself spring on top of Draco, before he even knew what his own body was doing. Feeling a surge come over him, he pinned Draco's arms down above his head and began kissing him deeply. At first, Draco seemed confused, but he quickly gave in, moaning as Harry kissed him. Harry was grateful they had both slept without clothes on, for now he had nothing in his way, and nothing to slow him down. He reached beneath himself and grabbed Draco's shaft in his fist. He began to stroke it feverishly, and he felt it harden quickly in his hand. Draco let out a loud, deep groan, trying in vain to thrust his hips upward. Harry kissed Draco's neck, and then scooted himself down Draco's body. He began licking and sucking, encouraged greatly by Draco's moans, which were getting louder and deeper by the second. He kept up his rhythm until he could feel the tension rising in Draco's body, and his legs began to shake. He then climbed off Draco and pulled him up, bending him over. Harry muttered the spell Draco had tought him the night before, and wasted no time in putting the tip of his own shaft against Draco. He pushed forward, forcing his way into Draco's body, hearing his lover's deep groan. Pushing further in, Harry grabbed onto his hips and began moving in and out, quickly building a strong rhythm. Hearing Draco's moans become more deperate, he thrusted faster and harder, feeling sweat break out on his forehead. He felt the familiar light-headed dizziness he had experienced the night before, and sped up even more. Draco let out a loud, deep groan, and Harry recognized it immediately - it was the sound his lover made when he came. It had an almost instantaneous effect on Harry, and he sped up, hearing himself moan loudly. His body began to shudder in the deep pleasure of the moment, and he quickly came, collapsing beside Draco and pulling his lover into his arms.
Harry and Draco quickly fell back asleep, holding each other and breathing softly. When Harry next opened his eyes, it was his hunger that had woken him up. His glasses had been left on the nightstand the night before, and he reached over now to grab them, being careful not to disturb Draco, who was curled up into his chest. Harry put his glasses on and glanced at the clock. They had only slept for a couple more hours - it was nearing noon. Harry was suddenly aware of his good fortune this summer, for the most part. He never would have been allowed to sleep until noon at the Dursleys', and he could only imagine the look on his uncle's face were he to find another man in Harry's bed, naked and asleep. Smiling to himself, Harry kissed the top of Draco's head and gently pulled his arm out from underneath his sleeping body. Draco turned from his right side onto his back, never having really awoken. He kicked the blankets off of him and drifted back to sleep. Harry, grinning slightly at the sight of Draco barenaked in his bed, imagined Draco wouldn't want members of the Order to see him in his lack of clothing. Harry pulled a sheet across Draco's waist, just enough to cover a few choice body parts. Draco stirred at the movement, and Harry kissed his forehead before he swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He found his boxer shorts laying on the floor and pulled them on, only seconds before hearing a loud popping sound in the closet.
"Ouch, Fred, that was my foot!"
"Shhh, you'll wake them up!"
A smile broke across Harry's face. He was glad to see the Weasley twins hadn't been shunned by their mother for leaving Hogwarts early the year before to start their own joke shop. Harry had often wondered if Fred and George Weasley were smarter than they let on - after all, he had never known another wizard who was so good at making people laugh, or so talented at tricking them.
"Do you see them?" The closet door opened a crack, and Harry could see a solitary eye looking out. When it cought sight of him, the door shut again.
"It's Harry, he's seen us."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!"
"Shhh!"
"Sorry,"
"Where's Malfoy? Do you see him?"
Harry got up from the bed and crossed the room, leaning against the wall next to the closet door. He heard it open again.
"There he is," Harry was sure it was George who was speaking, but of course, he had never been too skilled at telling the two of them apart.
"Where?"
"Sleeping."
"Sleeping?"
"In Harry's bed," Harry said loudly, standing in front of the door, inches away from the solitary eye peeking out. The twins jumped back, opening the door.
"Harry, mate! Is this your closet? Fancy that, Fred?"
"We could have sworn it was ours - "
"Look just like Ron's robes, they do." The two young men glanced around then to see the closet was empty, save for a few boxes sitting on the floor.
"Sure you didn't apparate into my closet to spy on me and my boyfriend?" Harry asked.
"It's true then, is it?"
"Goodbye, Fred, goodbye George." Harry shut the closet door, hearing two popping noises a second later as the twins disapparated.
Harry glanced back at Draco, who hadn't stirred. He felt his stomach growl again, and realized he couldn't remember the last time he ate. Harry opened his trunk and took out some clothes, throwing them on quickly and shoving his wand in his pocket. He stood in front of the mirror, trying to tame his hair.
"Haven't I told you, boy? That hair has a mind of its own," the mirror spoke back to him.
"Yes I know," Harry replied.
"Hair like your father," it sighed as Harry turned the doorknob quietly and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. He immediately heard voices, talking rather loudly by the front door.
"Bloody thing," a young man said, "third time this week it's got me. Wonder how Sirius ever tamed it, anyhow."
"Honestly, Neville, it doesn't know its own strength."
Bounding down the stairs with excitement, Harry called to the two voices he recognized.
"Ginny! Neville!"
The two Gryffindors glanced up to see Harry reach the bottom of the staircase.
"Harry!" the said in unison. Ginny, pulling Harry into a close hug, had definitely matured since Harry had last seen her.
The three of them headed into the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was fixing lunch. Although there was no food on the table, it wasn't short on people. Scanning the faces before they noticed him, Harry recognized Moody, Lupin, McGonagall, Bill and Mr. Weasley, Neville's grandmother, Ron, Hermione, and then - no, it couldn't be.
Harry's jaw dropped, as he stared in shock at the person sitting at the far end of the wooden table. Moody was trying to give her a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean, and she looked at it as if it would explode. Harry's mind raced.
"No," he thought to himself, "it couldn't be her. It must be Tonks, she can change how she looks," and suddenly Harry noticed Tonks and Mundungus Fletcher standing in the corner talking. He was beginning to panic, just as Lupin looked up and saw him standing there, with a look of horror on his face as he stared at the woman.
"Harry!" Lupin said, and everyone else glanced up. There was an uproar of "Hello"s, and "Nice to see you"s, but Harry couldn't concentrate on the greetings he was receiving.
"Why is she here? Why is everyone letting her just sit there? Don't they know she's not on our side?! They must be under mind control or something. Why isn't anyone hexing her?" he thought, just before the woman smirked at him and opened her mouth.
"Hello, Harry."
Harry swallowed hard. "Aunt Petunia." he said quietly.
Draco opened his eyes, pausing a moment to wait for the bluriness to fade. When the room came into perspective, Draco smiled to himself. Harry was asleep beside him, he remembered, and turned over to see him. Laying on his stomach, sprawled out on the bed, Harry was covered only up to his waist. As he breathed, he let out a quiet, content sound, his body rising and falling slowly. Draco matched his own rhythm of breathing to Harry's, feeling extremely connected to him. Harry shifted in his sleep, and the sheets were now covering barely enough. Draco's mind drifted back to the night before, when he and Harry had made love for hours, switching often so neither of them got worn out too quickly. Harry had made love to Draco for the first time, and if at all possible, Draco now felt that he loved Harry even more. As he watched him sleep, Draco smoothed Harry's messy black hair, and he stirred. Harry turned onto his left side, toward Draco. He knew the soft hand on his cheek was Draco's, and he smiled sleepily. He had been having some odd dream he could barely remember, but he suddenly didn't care. He was happy to be awake. Draco leaned down and kissed Harry's lips, then licked his own.
"Good morning sunshine," he said.
Harry smiled with content and closed his eyes. "Morning love," he said as he began to yawn. He felt his stomach growl, and moaned, suddenly realizing how hungry he was. He opened his eyes and saw the blurry figure of Draco laying next to him, facing him only inches away. He was softly rubbing Harry's right side and hip. The touch of Draco's soft hand brought memory back into Harry's mind of the night before. He had never thought it was possible to have such intense feelings. There had been many times his head had felt as if it had been spinning, and he had seen colorful spots in the corners of his eyes. He suddenly remembered his discovery that Draco was extremely turned on by his own pain. He remembered the way Draco had moaned in ecstasy when he, Harry, had first entered him, and the way Draco had demanded Harry to move faster, thrust harder. He wanted to be handled roughly, and Harry was shocked to find that he enjoyed that situation has well. In fact, he had found that being in a dominate position over Draco had been so incredibly hot, he couldn't seem to stop and they had gone over and over again all night, Harry finally collapsing from the lack of strength he had been using to thrust as roughly as he could. It wasn't that he liked causing Draco pain, but the way his lover had nearly screamed his name in pleasure had taken away all inhibitions he had. He had also found that being in a power position made him feel more.... "manly", was the only word he could think of to describe it.
As these thoughts ran through Harry's mind, his hunger seemed to suddenly vanish, and he opened his eyes. He saw Draco in front of him, looking back at him. Harry suddenly felt himself spring on top of Draco, before he even knew what his own body was doing. Feeling a surge come over him, he pinned Draco's arms down above his head and began kissing him deeply. At first, Draco seemed confused, but he quickly gave in, moaning as Harry kissed him. Harry was grateful they had both slept without clothes on, for now he had nothing in his way, and nothing to slow him down. He reached beneath himself and grabbed Draco's shaft in his fist. He began to stroke it feverishly, and he felt it harden quickly in his hand. Draco let out a loud, deep groan, trying in vain to thrust his hips upward. Harry kissed Draco's neck, and then scooted himself down Draco's body. He began licking and sucking, encouraged greatly by Draco's moans, which were getting louder and deeper by the second. He kept up his rhythm until he could feel the tension rising in Draco's body, and his legs began to shake. He then climbed off Draco and pulled him up, bending him over. Harry muttered the spell Draco had tought him the night before, and wasted no time in putting the tip of his own shaft against Draco. He pushed forward, forcing his way into Draco's body, hearing his lover's deep groan. Pushing further in, Harry grabbed onto his hips and began moving in and out, quickly building a strong rhythm. Hearing Draco's moans become more deperate, he thrusted faster and harder, feeling sweat break out on his forehead. He felt the familiar light-headed dizziness he had experienced the night before, and sped up even more. Draco let out a loud, deep groan, and Harry recognized it immediately - it was the sound his lover made when he came. It had an almost instantaneous effect on Harry, and he sped up, hearing himself moan loudly. His body began to shudder in the deep pleasure of the moment, and he quickly came, collapsing beside Draco and pulling his lover into his arms.
Harry and Draco quickly fell back asleep, holding each other and breathing softly. When Harry next opened his eyes, it was his hunger that had woken him up. His glasses had been left on the nightstand the night before, and he reached over now to grab them, being careful not to disturb Draco, who was curled up into his chest. Harry put his glasses on and glanced at the clock. They had only slept for a couple more hours - it was nearing noon. Harry was suddenly aware of his good fortune this summer, for the most part. He never would have been allowed to sleep until noon at the Dursleys', and he could only imagine the look on his uncle's face were he to find another man in Harry's bed, naked and asleep. Smiling to himself, Harry kissed the top of Draco's head and gently pulled his arm out from underneath his sleeping body. Draco turned from his right side onto his back, never having really awoken. He kicked the blankets off of him and drifted back to sleep. Harry, grinning slightly at the sight of Draco barenaked in his bed, imagined Draco wouldn't want members of the Order to see him in his lack of clothing. Harry pulled a sheet across Draco's waist, just enough to cover a few choice body parts. Draco stirred at the movement, and Harry kissed his forehead before he swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He found his boxer shorts laying on the floor and pulled them on, only seconds before hearing a loud popping sound in the closet.
"Ouch, Fred, that was my foot!"
"Shhh, you'll wake them up!"
A smile broke across Harry's face. He was glad to see the Weasley twins hadn't been shunned by their mother for leaving Hogwarts early the year before to start their own joke shop. Harry had often wondered if Fred and George Weasley were smarter than they let on - after all, he had never known another wizard who was so good at making people laugh, or so talented at tricking them.
"Do you see them?" The closet door opened a crack, and Harry could see a solitary eye looking out. When it cought sight of him, the door shut again.
"It's Harry, he's seen us."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!"
"Shhh!"
"Sorry,"
"Where's Malfoy? Do you see him?"
Harry got up from the bed and crossed the room, leaning against the wall next to the closet door. He heard it open again.
"There he is," Harry was sure it was George who was speaking, but of course, he had never been too skilled at telling the two of them apart.
"Where?"
"Sleeping."
"Sleeping?"
"In Harry's bed," Harry said loudly, standing in front of the door, inches away from the solitary eye peeking out. The twins jumped back, opening the door.
"Harry, mate! Is this your closet? Fancy that, Fred?"
"We could have sworn it was ours - "
"Look just like Ron's robes, they do." The two young men glanced around then to see the closet was empty, save for a few boxes sitting on the floor.
"Sure you didn't apparate into my closet to spy on me and my boyfriend?" Harry asked.
"It's true then, is it?"
"Goodbye, Fred, goodbye George." Harry shut the closet door, hearing two popping noises a second later as the twins disapparated.
Harry glanced back at Draco, who hadn't stirred. He felt his stomach growl again, and realized he couldn't remember the last time he ate. Harry opened his trunk and took out some clothes, throwing them on quickly and shoving his wand in his pocket. He stood in front of the mirror, trying to tame his hair.
"Haven't I told you, boy? That hair has a mind of its own," the mirror spoke back to him.
"Yes I know," Harry replied.
"Hair like your father," it sighed as Harry turned the doorknob quietly and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. He immediately heard voices, talking rather loudly by the front door.
"Bloody thing," a young man said, "third time this week it's got me. Wonder how Sirius ever tamed it, anyhow."
"Honestly, Neville, it doesn't know its own strength."
Bounding down the stairs with excitement, Harry called to the two voices he recognized.
"Ginny! Neville!"
The two Gryffindors glanced up to see Harry reach the bottom of the staircase.
"Harry!" the said in unison. Ginny, pulling Harry into a close hug, had definitely matured since Harry had last seen her.
The three of them headed into the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was fixing lunch. Although there was no food on the table, it wasn't short on people. Scanning the faces before they noticed him, Harry recognized Moody, Lupin, McGonagall, Bill and Mr. Weasley, Neville's grandmother, Ron, Hermione, and then - no, it couldn't be.
Harry's jaw dropped, as he stared in shock at the person sitting at the far end of the wooden table. Moody was trying to give her a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean, and she looked at it as if it would explode. Harry's mind raced.
"No," he thought to himself, "it couldn't be her. It must be Tonks, she can change how she looks," and suddenly Harry noticed Tonks and Mundungus Fletcher standing in the corner talking. He was beginning to panic, just as Lupin looked up and saw him standing there, with a look of horror on his face as he stared at the woman.
"Harry!" Lupin said, and everyone else glanced up. There was an uproar of "Hello"s, and "Nice to see you"s, but Harry couldn't concentrate on the greetings he was receiving.
"Why is she here? Why is everyone letting her just sit there? Don't they know she's not on our side?! They must be under mind control or something. Why isn't anyone hexing her?" he thought, just before the woman smirked at him and opened her mouth.
"Hello, Harry."
Harry swallowed hard. "Aunt Petunia." he said quietly.
