Grab a shot of firewhiskey, everyone! Not your thing? Severus kindly has offered exotic and possibly highly illegal potions as an experimental alternative for your thirst quenching pleasure, available for all interested. Watch out for the pink one, is all I'm saying.

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Unity

Part Eleven

Nomenclature

Harry slept better that night, than he ever had- no horrible nightmares, no strange dreams, no pain from his scar. Nothing disturbed his slumber in Draco Malfoy's bed. More than that, the bed communicated Harry's safety to his sleeping mind. It was a lullaby of notes and chords composed of magical protections. Though he did not know it, he had not experienced anything comparable since leaving the all encompassing magic of his mother's womb.

Just after dawn, he woke, hard in Draco's hot, wet mouth. Conveniently, Draco's own cock was pressing against Harry's chin. He took Draco into his mouth, which inspired Draco to make that lovely mmm sound that reverberated so well in his throat. Harry wanted badly to cause him to make that sound again and again and again. Harry tried to swallow all of him, but ended up spitting him out, coughing, wondering how Malfoy managed the feat. He tried again, a bit more ready for the unpleasant sensation of choking on something far too large to have lodged in the back of the throat. He tried to relax and swallow. Draco started to suck him. Mmm, said Harry. Mmm, said Draco. Harry couldn't help thinking this was the most pleasant conversation they had ever had, in more ways than one. Harry soon came, and started to gag. Draco pulled gently out of Harry's mouth so he could recover.

"Draco, that was brilliant! I'm terrible at this, aren't I?"

"No you're not," Draco said softly, crawling around to face Harry. He smiled, "but if you give it a few more weeks of diligent practice, you -might- be."

"Gah! Was it really that bad?"

"You are all teeth! A bit of teeth is fine, but try for no teeth at all, for a while."

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you."

"Not irreparably. Didn't you suck your thumb when you were small?"

"Aunt Petunia used to swat my hand away. She accused me of teasing Dudley, who always thought I had food."

"Everyone thought I was adorable when I sucked my thumb."

Harry smiled, trying to envision Draco at three.

"I'm sure you were. Sorry I'm such a failure at this."

"You are not a failure until I give up on you, completely. Look, it's not like you've ever done this before. You are not a natural when it comes to cock-sucking. That's all."

"How many blow jobs have you given, anyway?"

"I have the gift. I did not need to suffer to perfect the art. You will have to suffer. You'd better keep your teeth to yourself, though. I don't intend to keep suffering along with you, while you learn."

"Draco, did you just admit to being a natural born cock-sucker?"

"Enough tedious chatter. High time you learn how to do something useful with your mouth."

Draco slid up the bed, reclined on the pillows, spread his legs and raised his knees. Harry watched his smooth movements and felt his cock stir with interest again.

"Lick me."

Harry crawled up and settled his face between Draco's thighs. He slid his tongue up the shaft of his cock.

"That's nice. Keep your lips folded just slightly to cover your teeth. Take just the head into your mouth."

Harry did and sucked gently.

"You're doing well, Harry. Suck harder. Use your tongue."

Harry slid his tongue around, trying to suck as hard as he could. It made the roof of his mouth hurt a bit.

Draco's instruction seemed, to Harry, to go on forever. He was impressed with how Draco could continue to construct complete sentences, no matter what Harry was doing to his cock and balls. As the lesson wore on, Harry became sure Draco was purposely not coming, just to make him work all the harder. When Draco finally did come, Harry's jaw was aching, and the rest of his mouth had transcended mere pain into complete numbness.

"Congratulations! That wasn't the worst suck I've ever experienced."

"Thanks. I think. Who's was?"

"The very worst. She's a friend of yours; I'm not telling you."

"Hermione?"

"I'm not telling you who it wasn't either."

"Why?"

"Because if I narrow the field it is easier for you to guess. I'm not playing that game. I don't name names, Harry."

"You narrowed the field twice, when you said -she- was a -friend- of mine."

"You have many friends who are girls, and now always will wonder."

"Is that why you won't name names?"

"There are lots of reasons."

"And one is?"

"Common decency."

"Yes, that has always been such a pressing concern of yours. Blackmail material?"

"A legitimate consideration."

"Name another."

"Certain dark magic can be fueled with personal information."

"What? Someone could curse you by knowing who you've shagged?"

"Very likely."

"Not very likely anyone would do that to you, though, is it?"

"No one could do that to me, because I don't name names."

"More reasons."

"Discretion, rising above triviality, trust, increasing the potential for future encounters with the same partners, avoiding gossip and publicity, thwarting attempts at revenge. There are thousands of good reasons not to spread the names."

"Is this a Slytherin thing, or a Malfoy thing?"

"It's my own personal preference. Nothing to do with anyone else. There is not a single good reason for it. It causes harm without any benefit."

"For whom?"

"For all involved, and possibly, for people who aren't."

"People who aren't involved? Who, for example?"

"Ex's, future relationships, people with crushes."

"I'm impressed, Draco. You've put a lot of thought into this."

"I put a lot of thought into many things. Thought before action is a mark of a Slytherin, as well as a Malfoy."

"What if you were caught in the act?"

"Our words against theirs, and my revenge on them, should they choose to tell another soul."

"You'd threaten them?"

"I'd promise them with all my heart."

"How is it that everyone knows about some of your prior relationships, then."

"Everyone knows nothing. I have no prior relationships."

"Well, what ever you want to call them. I know you were involved with Pansy and Blaise. I suspect you've been involved with several others I can name."

"You know nothing, in other words."

"Were you involved with Pansy, or Blaise?"

"Are you -this- interested in everyone's personal affairs?"

"Absolutely not! You didn't answer my question."

"Nor do I intend to answer it. Even if I were to tell you that I was involved with both of them, you have no idea whether we had nightly drunken threesomes in the astronomy tower, or whether I shared a single tongueless kiss with each. Why do you find this subject so endlessly fascinating?"

"In Gryffindor everyone tells everyone everything. Then everyone talks about it ever after."

Draco smiled mysteriously, "No. Everyone doesn't."

"So you have shared something sexual with a Gryffindor!"

"Other than you, you mean?"

"Obviously!"

"I never said that."

"You implied it."

"Not necessarily. I could have been implying that I knew of an encounter between a Gryffindor and someone else, that said Gryffindor did not discuss, with other Gryffindors."

"I don't think that's what you -did- mean, though."

"Think what you like."

"You are infuriating."

"Why are you so interested in my sexual history?"

"Oh, I don't know; because I've never had one of my own?"

"Well, now you do have one."

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"Yes, his name is Harry Potter. He acts like an idiot to impress people when they find out he's only slow."

"Anyone else, I mean?"

"My only current involvement is with you. Consider it one of my peculiarities that unlike your kiss with Cho, you won't have to read about our oral sex in the Daily Prophet."

"Do you want to keep our relationship a secret, then, or what ever you want to call it?"

"As I said, I've never had a relationship before. I leave it up to you."

"Why? You just told me that there are a thousand reasons to keep the secret!"

"I was speaking of sexual encounters. I can think of a lot reasons to make a relationship public knowledge."

"Such as?"

"Off the top of my head, it will be easier for us to see each other, and informative to see how others react. It will be hard to keep it from our friends, anyway. The sooner we tell our friends, the quicker and better they can adjust to it. Telling a few people will make it impossible to keep quiet anyway. If we tell everyone, it may prevent me killing someone for staring at your arse. At least it gives fair warning that it's dangerous to do around me-"

"Nobody stares at my arse."

"Harry, lots of people, including me, have been staring at your arse, and the rest of you, for years."

"Really?"

"Yes! Really! How could you possibly not notice that the majority of our school is sexually attracted to you?"

"Do you think so?"

"What could possess everyone to look, if they didn't like what they saw?"

"I always thought it was, you know, morbid curiosity making people stare."

"What? The very same people, day after day, year after year? There's not enough morbid curiosity in the entire world to explain that!"

"Hermione has said things like that."

"When she looks up from her books, she does tend to notice the bleeding obvious."

"It always sounded like a pep talk. I guess, I never believed her."

"You can believe me. There is nothing unattractive about you, Harry. When it comes to men, I have much higher standards than Granger."

"She didn't even care that Victor Krum was amazing at Quidditch."

"Maybe I should vomit now. Harry, he called her Her-my-own-ninny and has one eyebrow that starts at his hairline. You are joking about Quidditch?"

Harry shook his head.

"Weasley must look like Adonis after him."

"I'll be sure to tell Ron you said that."

"I'll tell him I said that. It's not a compliment, just a sad truth," said Draco, who then ordered the bed to open, climbed out, and took hold of Harry's hand, "Come on, we're wasting the morning."

"What do you want to do?"

"Fancy some Quidditch, after a shower and some breakfast?"

"I'd love to!"

to be continued