Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, on and on.
All right, so the story is continuing. Warning: Slash, and lots of it. HP/DM. Smut-o-rama. Plus some angst here and there. We'll see how far I carry this before "If You Leave" can appropriately pick up. Must keep reading the new book. :-P
Draco stripped off his clothes and looked at himself in his mirror. He had been in battle that day. His body had bruises and cuts again. He thought of going to Madame Pomfrey or to Harry so that he wouldn't be sore the next morning. But he didn't want to disturb Harry if he didn't have to. Ron Weasley had died today. Harry was inconsolable afterwards. While Draco had never liked Ron, he knew the friendship that Harry and Ron had was important to Harry. He had helped Hermione take Harry to his room and put him to bed. If Hermione hadn't been there Draco probably would have stayed with Harry, but he thought that one shock was enough for one day for Hermione. Now he was slowly stretching his body to attempt to stretch out the soreness.
That's when he heard a knock on the door. He looked at the clock and saw that it was half past midnight. There was only one person he could think of who would be knocking on his door this late at night. Draco walked to the door and opened it without asking who was on the other side. Harry stood in the hall with a scared and hungry look on his face. Draco had seen it before. He stood to the side and let Harry enter the room. Neither spoke. Harry held out a familiar healing potion that he had pocketed before coming to Draco's room. Draco took it with a grateful smile and drank it down quickly. Looking at himself in the mirror he watched as the bruises and cuts slowly faded away. Then he saw Harry's face looking at his reflection over his shoulder.
"Like what you see Potter?" asked Draco with a smirk. Harry didn't answer. Draco took a deep breath and turned around to look at Harry. "I'm sorry." Harry nodded numbly but he continued to stare at Draco with the same hungry look. Draco was puzzled that Harry was not making the first move for once, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. He quickly walked to Harry and kissed him with a bruising force. Harry responded in kind almost immediately. Draco quickly pulled Harry's clothes off the body he had come to worship letting his hands, lips, tongue, and teeth follow and tease Harry to the point where Harry could barely see straight. He gently put Harry's glasses on the bedside table before pushing him down onto the bed.
Harry was more than willing to let himself be pushed down if for nothing else than to be able to feel someone else in the world other than himself. He felt like he was falling apart and he hoped that Draco could pull him back together. His back arched as the familiar fire filled him from the end of his spine up to his chest and made him gasp and struggle for breath. For a moment nothing outside the bed mattered. The war, Voldemort, Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, his parents, everything faded away in a blissful moment that he wanted to live in for the rest of his life. As always it was over far too soon, and he began crying at the loss of it.
He had been crying for hours and no one had been there to hold him. But now he felt gentle hands pulling him. He felt strong arms enfold him. He heard the quickened heart beat of someone close by as he buried his head in the chest and sobbed. He felt himself shake with the sobs and all their strength. He was afraid for a moment that he would shake apart. But he felt the strong arms still around him that didn't move even as he shook and cried. The heart beat slowed but remained steady and constant like the arms around him.
Draco held Harry's shaking and sobbing body without question. His job here wasn't to question why, his job was to be here. Harry needed someone and Draco was the only one who could fill this space in Harry's life. Draco wondered now and again why he was the one who could do this for the boy who had once been his most hated enemy. But there are some mysteries that you just don't question, you simply accept that they exist and that perhaps one day they will make sense.
Soon Harry's sobs quieted and his shakes subsided. Draco gently stroked Harry's hair and let Harry cuddle close to him as Harry's body gave into exhaustion and the lack of sleep.
"Draco?" said Harry's rough voice.
"Yes, Harry," said Draco quietly.
"Why do you let me do this?"
"It's like you said the first time we did this. We need it. You need it sometimes, and I need it sometimes. And besides, one day I'll brag to the other queers that I once screwed the Golden Boy." Draco waited for threats and shouts, but Harry only sniffed.
"Bastard," he mumbled.
"Yes, and they'll never believe a word of it of course. By then you'll be married to some beautiful woman I expect with little children running around your yard and making things levitate to please them when they cry."
"I doubt it." Draco looked down at Harry puzzled. "I think making things levitate for them will scare them more than please them."
"I think you would be a great father."
"I've seen enough of love and all it's destructive force. People around me die because they love me. Don't love me Draco, you'll be signing your death warrant." Draco didn't respond. He held Harry a little tighter and turned out the light with a wave of his hand. He pulled the blankets over them and they slept in each other's arms.
The next morning Draco woke up to the sunlight filtering through his curtains. Harry was still snuggled close to Draco's chest. Draco felt safe with Harry in his arms and in his bed. Even if Harry had been the one who needed more last night it didn't matter. Harry gently woke and looked up at Draco through blurry eyes.
"Good morning sunshine," said Draco quietly. Harry smirked.
"Shut up and kiss me," said Harry in his still rough voice. Draco obliged and the two pulled themselves close together. "I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything Harry," said Draco calmly.
"I feel like I do. So hush up and let me make it up to you." Draco couldn't help but smile at Harry's statement. He willing lay back in his bed and closed his eyes as Harry let his hands roam all over Draco's body. He kissed and nibbled at Draco and smiled as Draco gasped and moaned.
"Do you intend on torturing me all day Harry?"
"It would be an interesting day," said Harry mischievously.
"You do that and I will hex you with boils on your bum for a month... ah... Gods Harry... please..."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you inside me Harry... I want you..." Harry captured Draco's mouth with his own as he slowly entered Draco. Draco arched his back and gasped. The two stared at each other and gasped and moaned almost simultaneously. Draco thanked Harry in his mind for being gentle and slow with him. Since the whole thing with his father he had been hesitant about asking Harry for this, but he wanted it so badly. Harry slid his hands up Draco's back and gripped Draco's shoulders tightly. He pushed in and pulled Draco down at the same time making Draco scream silently. Harry leaned down and kissed Draco as they finally climaxed. Draco closed his eyes and laid back trying to catch his breath. He almost cried out again as he felt Harry slip out of his body. But then he felt Harry wrap his arms around Draco's body and hold him tightly to his chest. Draco once again snuggled into Harry's chest and felt the safety he had felt the first time they had done this.
"Thank you Harry," he whispered as he settled in for a nap.
"It was my pleasure Draco," replied Harry. Soon they were asleep again.