Lemon tarts and tea, anyone? Much appreciation goes out to each of my valiant reviewers:
Crowley Black- Thanks so much! So happy you enjoyed the reading and the chapter!
Shania Maxwell- Thank you! Sorry this is going to be so long. Tried to e-mail you to no avail. My server hates me. I agree she is outrageously OOC. I'm always wary about accepting a Slytherin at face value, however. I see them as overly complicated people and consumate actors. I think it possible, that she may play the dim snooty blonde, precisely because she wants everyone to underestimate her. Snape is the best example. He hides many of his best qualities behind his monstrous professor portrayal. Of course, we know more about Snape's loyalties and deceits than any other Slytherin. Similarly, I think it not impossible that canon Draco hides fondness for Harry and what he represents behind ridiculously malicious though generally ineffectual behaviour toward him. This OOC Narcissa could be another convenient facade. Anyhoo, that's my excuse for taking unspeakable liberties with many a canon Slytherin, throughout this story.(In truth, I do it because it's so fun!)
volleypickle16-I am thrilled you liked it! Thank you so much!
LeMoN-LiCKEr-69- Thank you! More Narcissa ahead, just for you. More slash, too. I hope you won't mind all that much ;-).
Malfoys Queen- Thanks!Glad to give you a laugh and hope I can do so again in the future!So happyyou found it to be emotionally honest.
Ardnieu- Your review is shocking! Am still recovering. Thank you and welcome. Know that I will cross seas and mountains to charge abatis on horseback before I will intentionally disappoint you.
draco-is-a-hottie- Thank you! Why can't all scholarly endeavors be half as interesting as Hogwarts? As one who shirks duties constantly in order to write, I'm not qualified to comment or offer advice. I therefore turn you over to the only genuine authority on homework I know:
"Homework is the most important activity of your entire day. You must always do your homework first, right after class when all the new information from lectures is fresh in your mind. If you have to choose between breathing and doing homework. Choose breathing, but only so that you live to finish and hand in your homework. If you are lucky, you will have hours of free time after homework before you drop of exhaustion. You can use this timeto study ahead and work on really fun extra-credit projects! By the way, Malfoy is NOT a hottie. Once you get to know him, you'll see. He is nothing but mean and simply horrid! Oh, shut up, Cordial! I wasn't talking to you. I do NOT constantly fantasize about him! For your information, I don't even like whipped cream. Some people find -homework- stimulating. I do NOT need to get laid!" Well, I'll leave you alone with her, before she gets all weepy. Do feel free to tell Granger to piss off. It always makes me feel better, whether I get anything else accomplished or not!
moonstar-dust- Thank you so much! Clearly you have attained food fight enlightenment. Large family? Summer camp, perhaps? Prolonged exposure to highly experimental cafeteria cuisine?
Blaze-HPDM, I appreciate your taking time to review a previous chapter. Thanks so much for your interest in my little story!
For all of you, from me:
Unity
Part Thirteen
Trust
After lunch, Draco led Harry back to his rooms. As they talked, Harry was careful to pay attention to the way, this time.
"You see. All that worry for nothing."
"I can't believe your mother threw her roll at me."
"I did warn you that she can be eccentric."
"I think it was the most courteous thing she could have done. I was absolutely mortified. After the roll hit my head, I was just shocked by the fact your mother threw food."
"You could have told her it was none of her business how you felt. She was probably expecting that anyway."
"It is her business, Draco! She's your mother, and wouldn't want you to be with someone who didn't love you."
Draco stopped dead in his tracks, turned and stared at Harry in utter disbelief. He smiled and took Harry's face gently in his hands.
"Merlin Harry, you really amaze me. How could anyone who has seen as much as you remain so completely naive." He kissed Harry before he could say anything. "Come on! Hurry! We are late!"
"Late? Late for what?"
Draco didn't answer, but continued swiftly back to his rooms, running steps two at a time. Harry hurried after him, still intent on learning where he was going.
When they entered the suite, Draco pushed Harry up against the nearest wall.
"Late for this." Draco whispered into Harry's ear, and kissed him, rubbing his body against Harry's, pressing him hard against the wall, tangling his hands in his hair.
Finally Draco broke the kiss to lock and silence the suite.
Harry took the opportunity to move quickly away from him. He had never seen Draco or anyone else, for that matter, look so dangerous while sexually aroused. He headed for the bedroom and stood at the part of the bed farthest from the door.
Draco stalked into the room, wand drawn. He slammed the door manually, and magically locked it. He approached the bed with the kind of fluid grace generally reserved for jungle predators.
"Don't run, Harry," Draco said softly, "If you run, you might upset my bed."
"You are having me on."
Draco took slow elegant steps clockwise, which Harry had to match to keep the bed between them.
"Am I?"
"I'm not afraid of your bed, Draco."
"Why not climb into it, then?" Draco purred.
"No."
"Oh. So you are -afraid- of me."
"I'm not afraid of you."
"Prove it, Harry Potter. I dare you to stand still."
Harry did, for the most part. He kept turning slightly, so that he always faced Draco. Draco did not speed up, nor did he take his eyes off Harry. Harry could feel Draco's heat from three feet away. Draco circled Harry slightly, until Draco faced the bed. He closed the distance until their bodies were almost touching.
"I'm not afraid of you." Harry said again.
"Good."
Draco pushed him onto the bed, and climbed on top of him. Draco's eyes were fierce; his pupils huge; his body taut and hot. Harry expected bruises, blood perhaps, biting certainly, violations of every sort, possibly.
He did not expect a single finger to reach out, push back his hair, then trace the outline of his face. Draco nuzzled him gently, caressing his cheeks with silk lips and hot breath. He nibbled little kissed over Harry's scar, his eyelids, his nose, then settled his lips against Harry's for the softest most barely there of kisses. He dragged his tongue over Harry's lips until Harry opened them, and over his teeth until he parted them. Draco savored Harry's mouth- the velvet spice of apples, the parching warmth of wine, and under all that, the intoxicating sweetness of Harry. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, kissing him, relaxing for him. He let Draco remove his robe, tie, and shirt. He let Draco arrange his body as he wanted it on the bed.
"Do you trust me Harry?"
"Yes. I trust you."
"Get comfortable. I'm going to tie you up."
Draco used a binding spell, pinning his wrists to the bed, then slipped his wand under Harry's pillow. He stroked his hands through Harry's hair, over his cheeks, down across his chest and stomach. Draco watched Harry's eyes as he undid his trousers. He slipped his burning fingers into the waist band of Harry's boxers, so that he could take everything down at once, over Harry's erection, all the way down to his ankles. He removed Harry's shoes and socks, then pulled everything off of him onto the floor.
Draco rolled off the bed and stepped away from it. He undressed himself, slowly, watching Harry watching him. When he stepped out of his boxers, he returned to the foot of the bed. He climbed onto it, then climbed slowly up toward Harry. He trailed nuzzles, kisses, licks, sucks, nibbles, hot breath, his hair, his teeth, his eyelashes, his fingernails, inch by inch up Harry's feet, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, making Harry thrash and moan.
Except for a brush of lips and a ghost of hot breath, Draco ignored Harry's cock completely, preferring to lavish all of his attention on the sensitive areas surrounding it. When Harry started bucking and kicking, Draco stopped. He took his wand out from under the pillow.
"Spread your legs, comfortably."
Harry did. Draco bound his ankles to the bed. He tucked his wand under the pillow again. Draco draped his body over Harry's, entwining their fingers, kissing him, but staying very still, otherwise. Harry broke the kiss.
"A very wise wizard once said, move right now, or forfeit the top."
"True, unfortunately that wisdom doesn't apply, when the wizard who says it is all tied up."
"Bastard!"
"No. I don't have that luxury."
Draco kissed Harry again and slid against him, ever so slightly then stopped.
"No, I really don't wish that," Draco said more to himself than to Harry.
"I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean it. Don't stop."
Draco whispered hot breath and,
"Hush, you'll be glad that I did."
Draco worked his way down, nibbling Harry's neck, sucking his Adam's apple, tonguing his jugular vein, biting softly his shoulder, tracing Harry's collarbone with teeth and lips, sucking and biting gently on a nipple. As he traveled the landmarks and hotspots of Harry's body, Harry never doubted his cock was Draco's ultimate destination. When he got there, Draco kissed him lightly and stopped.
Draco crawled up to the pillow again, ignoring all of Harry's mostly incoherent protestations. He retrieved his wand, and cast,"
"Semponecto Durus!" on Harry's member.
"What did you just do?" Harry asked breathlessly.
Basically, you stay hard and don't come, until I release the spell.
"Noooo!"
"Don't worry, Harry. This is going to be fun. When you do come, I'll untie you."
Draco stuck his wand under the pillow and ordered the bed to close.
to be continued
