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Unity
Part Seven
Chamber of Affection
I do. It is shocking. I have no idea how much time has passed. I had forgotten he was here. I had forgotten I was here. My ears are still ringing.
When Harry rolls over our eyes meet. Harry's eyes are slightly dilated and generally seemed more at peace. I slide next to him. I take Harry's hand, which stiffens a bit. I rub my thumb over Harry's palm and slide his fingers between my thumb and forefinger. When Harry's hand began to respond, sliding over my hand, holding my fingers, I smile to encourage him. I place his hand on my chest so he can feel my heart beating. Harry freezes. At least he doesn't pull his hand away.
Draco slides down right next to me. He takes my hand like it belongs to him. I fight this terrible urge to pull it away from him. Draco massages his thumb over my palm. I can't imagine why he is doing this, any of this. I can't fathom why he is next to me in boxers. I don't honestly care why. He is here. It is enough.
I start playing with his hand sliding my hand over his, grabbing hold of his fingers. He smiles at me again. I feel his smile all the way to my toes. Then he puts my hand on his chest. I stare at it, at my hand, ragged cuticles, bitten nails, scars, knobby knuckles, touching his perfect pale chest. He could be carved from marble if he weren't so warm.
"Harry, you are not a submissive. Why are you pretending to be one?"
"I'm not pretending to be anything. I just-"
was looking at my hand, wondering how anything so unworthy could possibly find itself pressed against any part of you-
"-oh, never mind."
"You just-?"
realized this- us, what ever you want to call it, is my one thing. If I had to choose between this and everything else in life, I'd choose this. I'd die for this. I'll live for this, for you, if you'll let me. I'll do anything for you. I'll be who you want me to be. I've never had anyone in my life who makes me feel a millionth of what you've made me feel.
A long silence hangs in the air between us. I feel the progress we've made slipping away. I try to hold Harry to me but only with my eyes. I have an odd suspicion that to touch him now will ruin us.
"Draco, just do what ever you want to me. Tie me to the bed. Fuck me. I don't care." Fuck! I should have said 'I don't mind' or 'I want you to' Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"Now see, that's the thing. I -want- you to care, Harry. Do you want to be tied up?"
Why is he firing questions at me? Doesn't he realize just being next to him when he's mostly naked is confusing enough. I start firing answers right back, terrified I'll say the wrong thing that will send him packing.
"No. Well, maybe one day?"
"What do you want right now, Harry?"
"I don't know."
"Do you have any interest at all in touching me?"
"Of course I do!"
"Why don't you then?"
Finally I just tell him. "I don't know what I'm doing! I don't know you want me to do! I don't want to do something wrong, Draco. I don't want to muck this up."
He looks at me very clinically and says, "I see. What part of me -do- you have an interest in touching?"
Your heart.
"What part? All of you."
Which is also true.
"Fine. I don't have a problem with that," I say raising my hips and pulling off my boxers. "Touch all of me, Harry."
He made his clothes beautiful. In boxers, he would make Muggle professional underwear models green with envy. Nude, Draco Malfoy is a god. I realize at some point that I am staring at his cock, "Sorry."
"I don't mind." I don't mind. In fact I like to be appreciated.
Draco forgives me for just staring at his cock. He is probably used to that. It is just like all the rest of him- perfect, perfectly colored, perfectly shaped, perfectly beautiful. I take off my boxers too which only seems fair. Suddenly I realize that I've waited six years to find out what his hair feels like.
Harry removes his boxers and tosses them on the floor next to mine. He reaches out and touches, of all things, my hair.
"So soft. It looks like sunlight caught in a spider's web."
"Does it?"
"Mmm."
His hair is fine, silky and highly reflective. It surpasses the softness I expected as does his skin. How can someone so soft, be so hard on the inside?
Harry traces my left eyebrow and cheek bone with his fingers and strokes the back of his hand down my cheek to my jaw line.
"Your skin is so smooth. Do you shave?"
"Banishing spell."
"Oh!"
Harry traces the outline of my lips.
"How do keep them so soft?"
"I use them wisely."
It sounds so ridiculous I laugh and run my index finger over them. I am amazed how easy this is, how comfortable I am starting to feel with Draco. Then his lips part. I touch his teeth. It is like triggering a carnivorous plant. His lips close and teeth open, sucking my finger deep into his mouth. It might as well be my cock in his mouth because that is where I am feeling this. I gasp and pull my finger out half way. Draco swirls his talented tongue around it, sucking hard, then nips my fingertip on the way out, as if to remind me how dangerous he is, no matter how good he feels. I reclaim my finger with a pop. I close my mouth. I'm not even sure how long it's been hanging open.
"You did say you wanted to touch all of me," he whispers evilly. He smiles again. I want to kiss him more than I can bear.
"Can I-"
"Yes."
"-kiss you?"
"Yes."
I put my hands on the pillow, one either side of Draco's face, then slowly lean in and press a gentle kiss to Draco's lips. Draco presses up into the kiss parting my lips and teeth with his tongue. His tongue is relentless. Our teeth click together. Heat is pouring off him. His mouth is like a furnace. I so feel unbalanced and not just because of my awkward position. I need to shift somehow or just fall on him. I bring the knee closest to him to the other side of him. Draco's arms snake around me pulling me down on top of him. I do the best I can to keep my weight off of him. Gods, I'm glad I'm not the only one embarrassingly hard. Not that Draco seems the least bit embarrassed. He archs and thrusts under me. I moan into his mouth. He grabs my arse and crushes us together. His arms are a vice. I can't breath. Under me, he is bucking and grinding his cock against mine. Finally, he breaks the kiss. I take a breath. I wonder why I haven't been breathing through my nose. He whispers, "Move right now or forfeit the top."
I begin to thrust sliding flesh against flesh. We use each other's bodies for leverage and soon find a delicious rhythm. There is only Draco, the taste of him, the scent of him that years ago become synonymous with sex. Could anyone else look angelic while writhing in lust? His every sweet sound and hot breath impales my senses. All that is left of the world is sensation and flashes of awareness: the curve of Draco's obscenely red lips, the sounds he makes when he nears release. They are what sweep me to the edge. I tell him I'm coming.
"Come," Draco whispers and kisses me so sweetly, slowly, and passionately that I actually prefer the kiss to the fact that I am coming all over Draco Malfoy. Now Draco is coming. It blows my mind that he can come and kiss like this, all at the very same time. I realize, I'm hardly even kissing him back. I start to, I try to say everything to him in that kiss. That's when he pulls away.
"Shower," he says.
"You can go first," I say knowing he will anyway.
"You are bathing with me. Plenty of room." He literally bounces out of bed. How could anyone have this much energy right after sex? Gods! I just had sex with Draco Malfoy! "Then, I want a bath with you," he says. This truly shocks me. I realize that I was preparing myself in case he showers and leaves.
"You want both?"
"I'm very dirty and very greedy."
"You can't help it, Draco. You're a Slytherin."
For some reason I couldn't resist the playful slur against his house. I'm not sure if he is taking it in the spirit that I intended. He now has my arm twisted behind my back and is shoving against me, partly because he is hard again, partly to get me into the lavatory. He pushes me up against a wall.
"Move a muscle and you -will- regret it later," he purrs seductively into my ear then nips my earlobe. I'm still deciding if I want to play this game when he has the water in the shower adjusted, neither too hot nor too cold. He grabs my hand and grinning madly, leads me like a lamb to the slaughter, or in this case into the shower with him.
-to be continued
A/N-Some of you clever people might notice that this chapter and the one before it have gotten combined, rewritten, with POV mixed about, never mind the tense changing. Sorry if you find this weird, hard to follow, confusing and down right pointless. I do tend to agree. My muse on the other hand, wicked thing that she is, insists YOU READERS WILL LIKE IT BETTER THIS WAY! Feel free to tell me she is wrong. That is, if anyone is still reading this story, which I tend to doubt. Good news is, if you are, I have not forgotten that it needs updating. I hope, probably even more than you do, that it will happen one day soon.
