Disclaimer: I do not own Draco, Harry, or any of the other characters that are the creation of J.K Rowling.
Summary: In a wave of unfeeling numbness, both Harry and Draco have found comfort in the unforgiving cold of the metal knife- and each other.
Chapter Three
Harrt stared at Draco hungrily. "Come in. Don't be shy." He moved over a bit, making room for Draco to lay next to him.
Draco shook his head. No way was he getting in a bath with a drunken idiot, much less Harry Potter, no matter how hot he was. He stole another glance at Harry's body, covered in a light blonde fuzz of hair all over. He gulped, trying to convince himself it wouldn't be a good idea to get in with him. But maybe just for a little bit... Draco mentally shook himself, hoping to free him mind of these thoughts. To his disapointment, the thoughts didn't disappear, if anything, they increased. He snuck another look, and saying, "Ah hell." began to undress.
Harry grinned, and moved over more, watching Draco strip. First off came his shirt, and then his pants, revealing light thin pink scars running all over the top of his muscular arms. With a glance behind him, Draco slipped off his tight boxers, and lowering his eyes, turned around. He gracefully stepped over to the bathtub, and slid in beside Harry. Turning to him, Harry wrapped a lazy arm around Draco's shoulder, pulling him closer, and laying his head on Draco's chest.
Draco squirmed beneath him, but soon calmed, lulled by the sound of Harry's heartbeat thudding below him. Harry soon fell asleep, and lolled off Draco into the warm water. Draco stared, transfixed. Stretching out a cautious finger, he gently traced the beautiful heart shaped scar upon his chest. He could not make out the words inside of it, but he was certain it said something in it. Hm, that'd make for an interesting story when Harry was sober. Placing a kiss to it, he pulled Harry back on him, rubbing the soft black hair that adorned his head. Harry groaned lowly in his sleep, and snuggled up to Draco more, nuzzling him.
Draco smiled softly, simply watching Harry sleep. What a gorgeous, beautiful boy.
Harry woke, and stretched, widening his mouth in a yawn. Laying his chin on Draco's stomach, he gazed up at him with sleep-glazed eyes, and yawned again, showing his dazzling white teeth. "Good morning." he drawled lazily, tracing a finger up Draco's stomach. Draco involentarily shivered in delight, and Harry smirked at him. Draco avoided his eyes, and made a point of splashing the water around the tub. Harry moved up Draco's body, their slippery skin sliding over each other easily. Draco froze, glancing back at Harry quickly, and then averting his eyes.
Harry grinned; this was to be easy. He placed a hand on each side of Draco's face, and turned it so he was facing Harry. Drawing Draco's head nearer to his own, he gently placed his lips to the very side of his mouth, dropping soft kisses on his cheek, before moving to Draco's mouth. Meanwhile, Draco, partly horrified, partly enjoying the attention he was getting, watched Harry's eyes half-close, and moan deep in his throat. Their lips moved over each other like soft catarpillars, tasting each other for the first time. Draco ended the kiss, tugging lightly on Harry's bottom lip, before drawing away, gasping for breath.
Draco stared into Harry's eyes. "Harry?" he whispered. "What the hell was that?"
Harry smirked at him, and drew his finger gently down Draco's cheek."Do I really need to define it for you?" he murmered, laying his head in the crook in Draco's neck, and sucking intently on the tender flesh.
Draco moaned softly, running his hands through Harry's wet hair, before moving down to his lower back. Harry continued to suckle at his skin, nibbling harshly here and there. Draco drew his nails roughly up Harry's back, leaving a bloodied trail of skin. Harry pressed himself closer to Draco, trailing a line of wet kisses up his neck, till he reached his mouth. He nibbled on the bottom lip, before slipping his tongue into Draco's wet mouth. Draco opened his mouth willingly, and wrapped his long arms around Harry's neck, deepening the kiss. Draco hesitantly drew a trembling hand down the inside of Harry's stomach, feeling as he groaned deeply into his mouth. "Is this.. ah.. okay?" he whispered.