CHAPTER TEN: SEX
Bring your chains
Your lips of tragedy
And fall into my arms
And when our worlds they fall apart
And the walls come tumbling
Though we may deserve it
It will be worth it
-Depeche mode-
When Harry awoke into a chilly Friday morning, he was as curious as Ron to see the contents of the mystical present delivered to Neville.
Harry had this sixth sense telling him that Neville's secret boyfriend was involved and his suspicions were only confirmed by Neville's uncomfortable squirming as he unwrapped the gift. Neville tried to send his two roommates down to breakfast before he opened the box, which resulted in having Harry and Ron hopelessly glued over his shoulders.
Both of them had seen the fresh marks on Neville's throat the other day and Harry was nearly out of his mind to find out who it was. Ron was too, of course, even though he still believed Neville's secret passion to be a girl.
The huge box in Neville's hand had the logotype for Madame Malkin's most expensive clothing written on it, and as the lid came off, Ron and Harry gasped.
Neville's ears went very hot.
"Wow! Who sent you these?" said an eager Ron.
He was referring to the upper class-quality winter robes, including gloves, scarf and a goldgleaming Gryffindor mark sewn on it. Neville shook his head, while the heat spread to his cheeks.
"I don't know" he murmured, feeling a little guilty for the lie.
So Draco had actually done it.
"There's something under it!" Harry urged.
Neville lifted the robes and saw a couple of warm sweaters, socks and lastly a pair of black shining leather boots, covered with fur on the inside. Neville tried to regain his breath. The contents of the box were expensive enough to support Ron's father with two monthly wages.
Harry's mind was working furiously. So, if it was from Neville's boyfriend, he had to be very rich. Now he had to pinpoint rich boys in the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor and then he had narrowed it down.
"Did your girlfriend send you this?" Ron only gaped.
"N-no, not really" Neville stuttered, his hand diving into the boot to feel its fur.
A piece of parchment brushed his fingers.
"She DID! Neville, you...why can't you tell us who it is?"
Harry saw Neville squirm at the question and he quickly broke in: "C'mon Ron, let's have breakfast and then we'll come up with a plan to make him talk."
Harry blinked at Neville and Ron jumped out of the bed, following Harry to the door.
"You're not safe!" Ron said from the door. "We'll find out!"
As the door was shut, Neville withdrew the parchment from the boot. With shaking fingers he opened it and read the elegant scripture.
The family was naturally moved to tears as I laid the suggestion before them.
They all felt they wanted to compensate for the horrible discomfort they had
caused you and thought this was the least they could do. The head of the family
was particularily regretful and expressed a wish to compensate further.
He just don't know it yet, so give the family some time for now to melt their sudden
turn to charity. If you want to change anything, you can do it through me.
See you soon
Neville couldn't stop the tears from falling. Draco had gone behind his family's back to keep him warm during the winter.
He, Neville.
How could Draco possibly care so much about someone like him? Draco was dead dropping gorgeous, rich and popular. He played in the quiddich team and had good grades in most school subjects. Why would he want to ruin a splendid future on the account of a failed orphan?
He'll come to his senses and regret it.
Or even worse.
He is manipulating me.
But Draco had done a lot of very untypical, weird moves to steal but the slightest of time for them.
And right now, this moment of feeling complete and loved was enough.
Harry couldn't wait to get out of the potion's classroom.
Snape had been particulary nasty to him this day and to everyone's surprise, Draco was harassed several times too. This only caused Draco to attack Harry, who seathed with the urge to give Malfoy what he deserved.
After the lesson, as soon as the doors to the dungeon were shut behind them, Draco made a move to walk into Harry and push him aside, but Harry furiously gripped Draco's wrist and tried to force his arm up behind his back. Draco wrestled himself out of it and gripped Harry's hand instead. The Gryffindors and Slytherins had gathered around them, cheering them on.
The doors to the dungeon opened just in time as the blood started to run in thick streams from Harry's nose and his mouth. Draco looked shocked. He hadn't even hit Harry yet.
In a blink of an eye, Snape had separated them and Harry couldn't even protest as Draco was sent off and Snape dragged Harry into the dungeons, shoving Ron and Hermione off.
"What's the meaning of this, Potter? What did you do?"
Snape's voice was sharp as a knife as he pushed Harry down to a chair by the desk. Harry was cold with fury over the injustice, but his head started to spin and he felt feverish. The blood wouldn't stop running.
"I'm bleeding dry here, you know!" Harry managed, coughing up a nasty bloodlump in his throat.
But Snape had already opened a cupboard, selecting a tube from it.
"Drink everything" Snape ordered, voice as cold as before.
But Harry wouldn't take the tube.
"And swallow your poison! No thanks! I want to see Madame Pomfrey!"
"Before I break your neck, Potter, drink it."
"I'll tell Dumbledore what you said!" Snape looked angered beyond limits. But his pale, scary features simmered and melted away into darkness.
For once, Draco couldn't guess why he was called into Dumbledore's office this time.
He had already told Snape that he hadn't touched Harry at all and numerous witnesses had confirmed it, even among the Gryffindors. But unpleasant thoughts about his father finding out about the purchases to Neville did haunt him. Was Lucius there to force him home?
As he entered the headmaster's rooms, there were only Dumbledore and Snape present, both looking very serious. Draco placed himself obediently before them, waiting for them to ask him to sit. Dumbledore did a gesture to the chair, but his eyes didn't twinkle at all.
Nervously, Draco sank into the chair.
"Young Malfoy." Dumbledore started, voice as serious as his face. "This conversation will be held in confidence between you, me and professor Snape. No words spoken in here will leave this room. Understand?"
Draco swallowed and nodded. Snape's gaze was extremely unsettling.
"Now, I must ask you. Do you know what caused the heavy hemorrage from Mr Potter?"
Dumbledore eyed him attentively.
"N-no sir, I don't." Draco answered, wishing that Snape would stop staring at him.
"Then I will tell you." Dumbledore answered, using his lecturing voice. "Dark arts has apperantly been used against him, of the sort we haven't seen since the days of Voldemort."
An icy chill spread along Draco's spine.
"Mr Potter is currently in the hospital wing. His very slow and painful death is held at bay by the combined efforts of Madame Pomfrey and professor Snape."
Draco was glad he had been asked to sit down. His legs felt useless.
So this was what it meant to be a death eater. The thought of his father actually killing Potter had never occured to him. Or maybe it had, but not really litterally until now. And to think how close he had been to telling his parents about Neville!
The rising anguish was only fed by the heavy silence and the two pair of eyes resting on him.
He had this mark on him. The same mark as his father had. The meaning of it was too engulfing. The other death eaters would expect him to be Lucius.
Snape seemed to look right through him.
"The spell can be averted if we knew who sent it" Snape said, matter-of- factly, using a certain weight in the words.
"I didn't." Draco whispered. "Professor" he added, but Snapes disapproving gaze didn't fade.
"I believe you, Draco" Dumbledore said, actually using his first name.
"And I trust your hatred for Harry do not run as far as death."
"It doesn't, headmaster." He said quietly. He didn't have to think twice.
If Potter died because of something Draco had arranged, then it would be impossible to look Neville in the eyes again.
"It is my father", he said. "I'm almost sure."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. Snape walked up to Draco, gliding soundlessly along the floor in the intimidating way only he could. He hovered over his student, hands on knees, to have his face really close to Draco's. Draco had to gain all his courage not to flee in panic as his potion's master burned his eyes through him.
"And why would your father choose such a rash method?"
The voice was no louder than a whisper, but Draco lost his self-control.
"Because, because I told him that Potter was my...my...so that he wouldn't think that Neville...and Potter was hitting on Neville, or that's what it looked like and I didn't think it would, you know, I thought that maybe he'd only put Potter straight a bit, not...I didn't know!"
"That...was...very irresponsible." Snape hissed, his usually cool eyes glowing with anger. It was all very confusing. Snape was a death eater, like himself and his father, right? Wasn't he supposed to be on Draco's side? But not in front of Dumbledore, of course.
"I must agree with Severus here." Dumbledore said, looking at Draco's unhappy face. "But now that you know and learned your lesson, you had a chance of putting it all right again. And you did. For that, I respect you."
Draco looked up from the floor to meet Dumbledore's eyes, just to make sure he had heard correctly. Did Dumbledore just say he respected him?
"The curse may be lifted, now that we know. I'm so glad we got this settled. If you excuse us, we'd better attend to the making of the counter spell."
Dumbledore suddenly beamed at him, with eyes twinkling and a friendly smile playing on his lips. Draco didn't know what to make of it.
"But...what about my punishment?"
"There has been enough of retribution for one day, wouldn't you say?"
Dumbledore suddenly held a red shining metal jar, covered with gleaming gold stars, under his nose.
"Here. Have a lemon drop or two. It helps."
Within a week, Potter was back at the lessons and Draco secretly wondered if his father was all right. Counter spells could have nasty effects, depending on the intentions of their sender. But soon he had other things on his mind, as Professor Sprout declared that the class would have a field trip to the forest, collecting and studying early spring herbs in their home environment.
They were supposed to spend a night in the wilderness, tenting, and Draco saw a big chance to steal time with Neville, since all fifth years of the four houses were to be present.
And once and for all, he had to deal with the death eater thing.
Neville was wearing his new robes now, making him more irresistable to watch than ever. Not only did the new clothes frame his beauty, but they also meant that Neville accepted Draco's claiming of him. If nothing else, he could tell by the glances he got, or the quick minutes of kissing in the lavoratories.
As the day arrived, Snape and McGonagall worked as a scary team to uphold order among the eager students.
Of course, Snape thought bitterly, nobody was eager to see any herbs or rare plants. They all just wanted to go out there and do their teenager things, making out and breaking as many school rules as possible. And he held three of his students under particular probation.
If Potter, Malfoy or Longbottom gave him but one reason to send them home, it would compensate for this insufferable excursion. He knew all too well that his valuable evenings would be spent by a camp fire and professor Sprout would make the students sing camp songs.
Ones with little green goblins and forest faeries in them.
Snape never sang with them.
There was nothing they could do to make him sing.
Nothing.
As the tents went up with numerous wavings of wands, Snape was alarmed by Malfoy's thoughtful glances towards the forbidden forest. It lay only ten minutes walk away from their camp and all students had been sternly warned not to get closer to it. Not that most students would walk in there voluntarily of course, but Snape had lost all confidence in Malfoy's wits.
As the day went by, all students looked deceptively calm. But Snape knew better. They were saving it for the evening, as always.
With Miss Granger present, it was as if having a third teacher. She held lectures for everyone standing nearby about all possible plants in the area, which resulted in points raining in for the Gryffindors. Snape had to plant information strategically on several of his Slytherins and order them to show off close to professor Sprout, just to keep up with the Gryffindor know-it-all.
Then warning signal number two appeared, as the day came to a close and the students gathered around the camp fires.
Draco passed Neville, a bit arrogant as usual, with Crabbe and Goyle as his accessoares. But Snape saw Draco stick a small piece of parchment in Neville's hand. The blush on Neville's cheeks said everything about the contents of the note. Snape let out a cynical sigh. Then he walked up to the gang of Slytherins and stopped right in front of Draco, giving him a scolding look. Everyone fell quiet around them.
"No, you won't." Snape said, his voice icier than the North Pole.
Draco stared back with a trace of uncertainity and blinked.
"What?"
"Not while under my responsability. You have been warned."
With this, Snape left, content with seeing Malfoy's face as a mask of surprise. They always underestimated him and that was their fall.
"Severus! Come quickly!"
Professor McGonagall came running towards him breathlessly, using an impressive speed for her age. "It's Mr Jordan! He's been bitten by the cursed spider we ordered him not to bring!"
Snape knew the routine by now. There was always at least one student bitten by a poisonous creature and all they had to do now, was to wait for the compulsory bone fracture.
Back at the fireside, Draco threw one meaningful glance at Neville from across the flames. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were strategically placed opposite each other, with the other two houses in between. But Draco had chosen his spot by the campfire on account of the angle towards Neville.
He had to be careful with the eye contact, though.
Everytime he turned his eyes that way, Ron and Harry glared back as if being the Gryffindor version of Crabbe and Goyle. And since the rest of the Slytherins had gathered around Draco, Crabbe and Goyle glared back just as they should.
Concerning Neville however, the message found home as Snape and McGonagall hurried away.
Smirking, Draco stood up and explained to Crabbe and Goyle that he had to take a leak. Then he headed for the trees, the ones closest to the Forbidden Forest.
"Look at that!" Ron sputtered. "Did you see how he was mocking you, Neville? That ugly git, I ought to dig his eyes out with my wand!"
"Well, let him stare", Neville said, with a bit of uncertainty. "I need to visit the trees for a while."
"No!" Harry said. "Wait a few minutes. Malfoy just went in there."
"Um, yeah." Neville said. "Look, I really need to go, so, I'll be fine."
Neville rose from the knotty stock they were sitting on.
"Wait!" Ron shouted. "We should come with you. What if he tries something while you're out there?"
Neville was grateful for the nightfall. It was harder to spot blushing in flames from a fire.
"I'll be fine!" he answered, a bit irritated.
Knowing that Draco waited out there made this conversation unendurable. And the teachers could be back at any second.
"Be careful!" Harry said.
With a deep sigh, Neville made it for the trees.
Hermione eyed him knowingly as he entered the forest at the same direction as Draco.
"Are you two stupid or are you just playing?" she said, shaking her head at Ron's and Harry's insulted faces.
It didn't take Draco very long to spot Neville by the chosen place for their meeting.
A huge base of an old oak stood as the only leftovers from a distant time when lightning had destroyed it. The place was very magical of course, having a myriad of purple-coloured mushrooms growing all over the place. Draco stepped out from his hiding and he would have smiled real viciously if he hadn't been so nervous.
He had to tell Neville. Now or never.
Neville looked back at him, filled with expectations and not as little nervous energy. Draco stopped for a second and stared at Neville, before walking up and catching him with the most desperate kiss ever. Neville almost lost his footing, but Draco held him steady and withdrew.
"Come with me" Draco whispered. "It's not safe enough here."
The journey into the forbidden forest was loaded with increasing tension. Not that any of them had the dangers of the place in mind, of course.
Neville seemed very uncomfortable with the silence as they walked. When they reached the verge of the prohibited area, Neville couldn't help but whisper to Draco as they entered it hand in hand.
"Do you remember the first time we were here? You sneaked up at me from behind, trying to scare my wits out!"
"And I succeeded."
"It was a real stupid joke!"
"Admit you liked it."
"Admit it was childish!"
Draco pulled Neville's hand a bit harder. Hearing Neville moralising about it only gave the Slytherin a compulsive urge to desecrate him.
The forbidden forest finally revealed a perfect spot, a small grove, surrounded by trees and bushes, with thick moss on the ground. Draco stopped outside it and swallowed. He closed his eyes for a second before turning to face Neville.
"There is something I have to tell you." he breathed.
Neville only looked at him with a bit of concern, obviously not near any thought of what Draco had to tell him.
"I want you to know" Draco continued, "that it happened without my consent. And if I could change it, I would."
The situation was absolutely nightmarish. He felt sick from it already. But he couldn't avoid it. Just for once, it felt crucial to come clean with it. Draco wasn't sure, but Neville seemed to look slightly paler and traces of some ominous fear had started to show in his delicate features, as Draco slowly withdrew the sleeve from his left arm.
There it was, the ugly, scary mark, practically shining black with all its freshness.
The sign of the Dark Lord.
Neville cast one look and seemed unable to release his eyes from it. His face had lost all colour and his eyes were wide with shock. He seemed paralysed with fear for a moment that felt like an eternity. Then he took several unsteady steps back, shooting his eyes up at Draco.
"You...tricked me...!"
Draco could tell from Neville's short breathing that he was terrified, but there was a lot more to it. Never had Draco confronted such a hurt and accusing stare. Draco shook his head to answer Neville's statement.
"No, Neville. It happened at Christmas." His voice sounded strange.
Neville took another step back.
"So this is a trap?"
Draco tried remembering to breathe. It was awful seeing that disgusted look in Neville's face. It concerned him more than he had dared to admit.
He carefully took a step towards Neville.
"No, I said NO! Listen to me! I didn't want it!"
Neville withdrew another step.
"B-but you...we've been seeing each other since and you..."
"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't know what to say, I tried to figure it out, but..."
Fresh tears were running down Neville's cheeks now. On instinct, Draco reached out his hands and walked closer. Neville took a leap back, quick as if his life was depending on it. He even made a frightened gasp.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Draco stopped short, hating to feel his own hands tremble like that. Neville stood ready to run off, his entire composure beaming with icy resentment. But most of all, he looked completely destroyed.
"It was just a game to you." he whispered between the tears.
"NO! DON'T EVEN DARE TO THINK THAT!"
Draco lowered his voice immediatly, seeing Neville flinching like from a blow. But he had to keep on speaking, anything to change the expression in Neville's face.
"I want you and I mean it! If anyone tried to hurt you..."
"Your kind took my family from me!"
"I didn't!"
"Your father did!"
"I'M NOT MY FATHER!"
Neville clutched his fists thight and though he spoke in no more than a hiss, his words struck hard.
"But you're still a filthy, evil death eater, with the mark of ruining people's lives on you!"
And with this Neville set off, running as if all the monsters of the forbidden forest were after him.
Draco was torn between two raging sides. One wanted to run after Neville with all his remaining strength, holding him close while calming him, no matter if it took ten years. The other one was the cold, bitter voice of reason.
What were you thinking? How could you even imagine yourself in Neville's world?
Draco remained frozen on the spot, not knowing which way to turn. He finally fell back against a tree, sinking down to the ground while leaning his back against the trunk.
How incredibly, incredibly stupid!
The closer Neville came to the camp, the more he had to be reminded of what he had. Real friends. Looks. Honesty. Genuine character. And no need of people like Draco in his life.
So now what?
Draco pulled his knees up and supported the elbows on them, letting his head rest there for a while. He suddenly couldn't remember anything of value in his life anymore. His family, his heritage, the power and fortunes. Nothing mattered if Neville wasn't there. He would trade everything for another second with Neville, a warm embrace or just one kiss. He couldn't care enough if a werewolf or a stupid kentaur came rushing to eat him.
The mark on his arm burned a little.
I'm the worst monster in this forest. If they dare show up, they'll be sorry.
The last thing Snape felt like dealing with now, was the disappearance of Longbottom and Malfoy.
As he and McGonagall returned to the camp, it was clear that his two damned students had used the small gap he left them. He spat curses under his breath as McGonagall approached him after sending the students into their tents for the night.
"Severus, I'm one student short. It's Longbottom again. That boy..."
"...is in the forest with Malfoy." Snape finished, bitingly cynical.
"Oh, dear!" McGonagall burst out. "I tell you Severus, if that upper class bully dare to touch my student..."
"Longbottom won't mind that at all, I'm sure." Snape said, even more sarcastically.
McGonagall raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"What do you mean?"
Then she threw her hand to her heart in a characteristic gesture.
"Oh!"
"My point exactly" Snape muttered.
"Oh, but...but..."
"Yes, I totally agree " Snape said, starting to walk towards the trees.
McGonagall caught up with him and suddenly she blocked his way.
"But Severus, this cannot be, it's...too much."
"You don't say. We should fish them up from their hiding before this severe rulebreaking spreads like a disease across the camp."
"But we can't do that!"
Snape thought he saw twinkles in Minervas eyes, alarmingly similar to those of Dumbledore.
"Minerva" he said sharply. "This unholy union has caused me more turmoil than I could possibly explain and they will not get away with it."
"Don't you 'Minerva' me, Severus!" McGonagall had put her hands to her sides, eyening him threatheningly. "You, if anyone, must realise the potential of this union! A Malfoy with a Longbottom! Unheard of! But the political twist it causes..."
"Politics or no", Snape interrupted, "they are our students and they are out there breaking school rules, putting their lives in danger on top of it. The school would not want such a reputation."
"Does Albus know?"
Snape bit his lip. Again he was reminded why he hated discussions with this woman.
"He is aware." Snape said simply.
"Well, then." McGonagall said in her most authorative voice. "I shall answer to him then for neglecting my duties and wait up for them. And if you try to stop me..." At this she waggered her wand at Snape's nose. "...Albus will know all about it!"
Snape gave her a disdainful sneer. Frustrating enough, that was all he could do. Dumbledore had been through this with him, asking him to give the two teenagers as much room as possible. But Snape was sceptical. He knew what the mark on Malfoy's arm meant and especially what it meant to Longbottom. He didn't count on Draco's hormone-clouded wits to hide it. And so far, Snape had never met even one person accepting it for such an intimate relation. Not one.
The cold fingers touching his arm took Draco completely by surprise. He had his wand ready before his eyes lifted to face...
Neville.
Impossible. But those warm sincere eyes, still wet with tears, had to be very hard for a forest trickster to imitate. Neville was crouching before him, still holding one hand on his arm and the other was reaching up to touch Draco's cheek.
With trembling fingers Neville carefully wiped some old tears from Draco's eyes. And Draco hadn't even realised that he had been crying. He was too stunned to get a reasonable word out.
"I'm staying" Neville whispered, new tears running down his cheeks. His voice still sounded devastatingly sad, but the cold resentment was gone. "I'm staying, cause I don't know what to do...without you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ran."
If this was a forest monster, than Draco was truly in its trap now. He stared at Neville, not knowing if he could believe his own ears and not daring to move, in case he would destroy the moment.
He just nodded, at a loss about how to express Neville's importance to him.
With that, Neville let both his hands rest on Draco's cheeks and leant forward to have their foreheads touching.
"Please, please be honest now." Neville whispered, even quieter. "Have you...recieved any orders yet?"
"Nothing." Draco answered, just as quietly. "And I haven't done anything more than usual to anyone, if that's what you mean."
Neville placed a light, trembling kiss on his lips. It sent a wave of heat through Draco, enabling his joints to come alive again. He rose from the ground, carefully grasping Neville's hands to make him follow. Then he put his arms around the Gryffindor, softer than he ever had before. Neville did the same and they looked at each other.
Then Draco smiled a little, stroking his thumb along Neville's wet cheek.
"Trust me?"
Neville hid his face in Draco's shoulder, drawing a deep sigh. But Draco heard the quenched whisper leaving with the breath.
"With my life."
The last borders of resentment blew. Draco took hold of Neville's jaw, forcing his lips up to his own. Their tounges met in a craving, overheated kiss. The urge shot like highly strung arrows through every vein, causing Draco to drive Neville backwards into the small grove until it was safe to hit the ground. Neville only made a little moan as he landed on his back in the soft moss, with the full weight of Draco on him. Their lips reunited and Draco acted as the driving force, leaving Neville to breathless whimpers as he marked him on the throat again.
The robes were removed from the warm body under him, maybe a bit too harsh, but no protests were made. Instead, Neville struggled with Draco's own robes, his trembling fingers making the process very difficult since Draco's sucking kept distracting him. As soon as the robes were untied, Draco grabbed Neville's wrists and nailed them to the ground with a sadistic smirk.
"Poor little Gryffindor" he whispered, close enough to let his lips touch Neville's. "I really have you now."
And the little Gryffindor's cheeks started to burn feverishly red, his skin prickling in response to Draco's persistant sucking of his ear. Then Draco grabbed both Neville's wrists with one hand, holding them put while the other hand playfully slid down Neville's chest, his soft stomach and past the limit of the forbidden. Neville sighed and struggled without any real strength.
He made a start as Draco's fingers stroke his hardened sex, but the fingers didn't stay there too long.
"You know what I'm going to do to you?" Draco whispered.
Neville only had time to gasp in response, since the fingers were prodding at his tender, narrow opening. And this time they worked themselves in, stretching and stroking to Neville's rapturous moans. Neville lifted his hips to meet every little jab, his muscles cramping around the fingers as if they had a life of their own. All sense of self-control was obviously lost.
Draco's own sex was throbbing and tensing enough to be painful and he knew this first game had to be quicker than calculated. After all, they had the entire night.
He kissed and sucked and bit Neville intensily while his fingers rode him, until he heard the yielding words, drunk from the pleasure.
"Draco, oh, please..."
"You want me to take you?"
"Oh, yes..."
"Say it."
Neville's face was flaming red and turned even redder at the demand.
"Um" he gasped, his voice very shaky. "T-take me?"
Draco drove his fingers even deeper, glaring scornfully at Neville.
"You didn't say 'please'."
"Please take me, Draco!" Neville's voice was but a whimper, his breath coming faster as Draco drew out from him, releasing his hands and bent down to steal a long, deep kiss.
Then Neville released a sigh, his mouth still locked with Draco's, as he felt his rectum being worked again, this time with something cool and slippery, giving the fingers easier access.
Draco caught Neville's wrists as soon as he was finished preparing and faced him with a triumphant, vicious smirk. Again, one hand held Neville's arms fixed to the ground above his head and another stroke his organ until Neville was moving his groin in time with Draco's hand.
The wicked pleasure disappeared for a moment and Draco had barely whispered 'relax' into Neville's ear, before Draco's stone hard sex were driven into him, two fingers preventing Neville's contracting reflexes from stopping it.
Neville gasped aloud, releasing a tortured cry as one last hard thrust sent the full length into him. He squirmed from the pain, whimpered and sobbed, but had no will to be released. Draco kissed his tears, his mouth, his eyelids until the throbbing, stinging pain surrendered to the exstacy of feeling Draco inside of him finally. The hand was working him again, and as Draco started to move inside him with hard, hot thrusts, claiming him completely, Neville lost himself in the vicious desire, caught between insufferable torment and unendurable pleasure.
The world was spinning, the earth seemed to move under him.
Nothing else was real but the two of them.
Draco could tell from the tiny spasms in Neville's sex that he was very close to his climax. He was grateful for it, since it was impossible to hold back any longer. The little noises Neville made would have done it alone and knowing that he stripped the Gryffindor from his virginity, integrity and senses all at once, made the tight, hot union with Neville mean more than a thousand surrenders.
Dripping from the extertion, he breathed into Neville's ear.
"Do it. For me. Show me who owns you."
No more was needed to send Neville into the liberating relief and hearing the soft cries from the exstacy, Draco went over the edge and emptied himself into Neville, straining very roughly against the body below him. He released the hands, which immediatly clung to his back to draw him nearer, to hold on as if their lives were at stake.
As the explosion finally died out, leaving a lingering dreamlike state behind, a very intense kiss was shared.
Draco rolled to the side, dragging Neville with him since he had neither pulled out of him nor broken their close embrace.
Neville's hands were caressing his back, his fingers softly tracing the evil scars until Draco felt shivers through his spine. He kissed Neville hungrily, stroke the curls of his hair and the soft neck. His hands wandered down to the smooth firm buttocks. Neville's legs were still wrapped around him, unable to do anything else until Draco decided to withdraw his sex. He let a finger examine the opening, sending fresh moans of pain out of Neville, who flinched from the touch. Draco stopped and studied his finger, seeing drops of blood on it. He held it up for Neville to see.
"I should pull out."Draco whispered.
"Not yet" Neville replied, making it sound like a shy plea. "I want to feel you inside me, just a little longer."
Their foreheads came together, resting against each other. Draco thought he would go insane from Neville's irresistable innocence.
It's not me controlling him, it's the other way around and he can't even see it.
"Draco?"
Yes, you can have my soul for free.
"What?"
"What happened to your back?"
The question was put forth very carefully, but the dark eyes stared directly at him, demanding to know.
"It's not a topic I'd like to discuss."
"It was your father, wasn't it?" Draco heightened an eyebrow in surprise at the sharp conclusion.
"I said I'm not discussing it, Neville."
Neville stroke his cheek without breaking their eyecontact.
"I just care a lot for you, that's all."
Draco was amazed over the unexpected persistance and frankness the Gryffindor could express, always when it was least expected. For once, Draco felt like squirming from the touch, unaccustomed to deal with such exploiting of weakness. Neville seemed to understand it and kissed his eyelids with such tenderness, that the cold wall upheld about the subject was threathening to break.
"It's a lot about pressure." he heard himself say. "That you have to be perfect without a mind of your own and if you step out of line for any reason, revealing flaws or...even think for yourself..." It was a relief saying it out loud, easing the heavy, old tension that seemed to have been with him forever. And Neville made it feel safe and simple.
Draco suddenly saw where Neville was his superior. Emotions never seemed to scare this Gryffindor and he had an integrity made of stone about his emotions, showing them off as if they were his greatest strength, his most powerful weapon. And for Draco, who viewed any display of feelings as great weakness, it was sort of scary, but nonetheless admireable. Draco flashed a smile at Neville's serious face, seeing him turn confused and a little uncertain.
"But you'd rather have parents like that than none at all, right?"
"I guess." Neville answered in deep thought. "I'm not sure."
"Oh, I am." Draco said. "Because everything has advantages. And my mother is really cool. You should meet her."
Draco reflected over what he had just said. Complete madness. But he was alone with Neville and at least for now, they could pretend that anything was possible.
"I'd like that." Neville said quietly. "If she could prevent herself from strangling me."
"She wouldn't hurt you if I told her how important you are to me."
Damn Neville! Now he made Draco spill his guts over the moss as well!
"How important am I then?" Neville whispered, lowering his gaze.
Draco quickly found the perfect way to avoid the answer by kissing Neville, digging his tounge deep down Neville's throat. The advance was answered and soon enough the burning desire had worked itself up again. Draco felt himself grow hard again inside Neville, pressing the virginal tightness to the limit. Neville groaned, his cheeks heated with fever from conflicting sensations. Draco rolled on top again, moving with small playful thrusts to watch Neville's reaction. It obviously hurt, but Neville grew all the harder.
Draco grasped his hand and put it on the Gryffindor's own sex.
"Now, you do it." he whispered, his voice very commanding. "I want to see it."
It was a real treat seeing Neville so utterly embarrassed.
"I-I can't!" the Gryffindor pleaded, searching for mercy in Draco's malicious eyes.
"Why, Neville?" Draco leaned down and bit his lip a little punishing. "You have played with yourself before, haven't you?"
"Y-yes." The answer sounded a little frightened.
He gave Neville a stern gaze.
"Do it! You're mine. Show me your secrets."
Accepting defeat, Neville started to obey, blushing furiously as he touched himself under Draco's sharp observation. Draco moved deceptively soft inside Neville, tounge-kissing his ears so intensily that the curly-haired boy seemed to forget to breathe. Then Draco watched the hand move faster, along with the short breathing, and smiled victoriously while biting and licking at Neville's nipple. Loud moans were rising from Neville as Draco started to stroke his balls lightly with his nails.
"You know what?" Draco whispered in his ear. "When you've finished, I'm going to fuck your brains out. Completely. You better not keep me waiting too long."
There was no need to wait after the last whisper. Neville thrust into his own hands, spilling his seed over them as Draco watched with a pleased smirk. Neville was trembling, looking down at his hands as if he didn't realise what he had done until now. Draco dipped a finger into the white liquid and pressed it to Neville's lips.
"Were you enjoying yourself, Neville?"
Neville carefully parted his lips to suck at the finger, his heart beating very fast.
Draco started to direct him to roll over, while he was still impaled with Draco's craving sex.
"On your stomach!" he hissed, hearing Neville moaning from the pain as the command was fulfilled. Draco seized his wrists harshly and forced them down to the ground. He rode Neville with hot-tempered thrusts, hearing the loud cries answering to it. Then he stopped for a moment, licking a salty tear from Neville's cheek.
"Can you take it?"
"I want it!" Neville sobbed. Draco kissed his cheek before continuing and bit hard into the nape of the neck, leaving bloodred marks. Then he stopped again for a second.
"Have you ever thought about me while jerking off?"
Neville tried to catch his breath to answer.
"Yes!" he gasped.
"When?" Draco made a hard nudge at the question.
"Ow!" Neville cried. "At...the toilet that time...when you..."
"Really?" Draco's voice was silky, contradicting his actions completely. "What else?"
"Other times, in t-the dormitory, at night..."
"What? In the same room as Potter?" Draco drew out a bit, only to make a violent thrust in again, sending a new cry of pain from Neville.
"He didn't...he...was... asleep! Please!"
"Well, I'll make sure you still feel me inside of you the next time!"
With this, he kept on pounding Neville savagely until the strong pulls of the climax came visiting again, sending him into an intense delirium before loosening its grip.
There they lay, gasping together and blending the wetness from each other's bodies, until the chilly air made itself reminded. Draco carefully pulled out of Neville and drew their robes over them, while grasping his wand and murmuring a spell to get a room temperated heat around them.
He held Neville close, caressing his hair and back very tenderly, while kissing the tears away. Neville curled up inside his embrace, snuggling as close as he could and put his arms around Draco too. They were both exhausted and Draco felt sleep creeping over him, seeing Neville already halfway into dreamland.
But before that, Draco had to make sure.
"Did I hurt you...a lot?"
Neville held him tighter for a second.
"Oh, yes. You're a total monster."
Draco looked at Neville and saw a very content smile on his lips.
What does it take to break a Gryffindor?
Needing no more, Draco drifted into deep sleep, feeling Neville's heartbeats against his skin.
Waking up inbedded with Neville's body heat was delicious. Neville was still asleep and a bit drowsily Draco realised that something had disturbed his sleep. The sound of somebody clearing his throat startled Draco enough to jump up with the wand in his hand, staggering before gaining balance, to face the intruder. First he saw only an enormous belly through the early morning darkness.
Then the thick, unruly beard of Hagrid was seen below the black, shocked eyes looking down on him. Draco thought he would explode, seeing Hagrids clumpsy attempt to hide his embarrassment, as if nothing was strange.
"Hum, good mornin' I guess." Hagrid blurted out. "Really nice moon out, a bi' chilly, bu' not bad at all."
Draco glared as murderous as a wolf disturbed in its den.
"What do you want, Hagrid?" Draco hissed, making his voice sharper than a knife's blade.
"Oh, nuthin' I was, you know, out seeing to mine friends 'ere an' there you were an' I sort o' went: But aren't these kids supposed to be in tents away from the forbidden forest? 'S your tent broken? An' aren't you cold?"
Draco realised that he was standing sheer naked, his hair looking a mess. He hated to be stripped of his dignity like that in front of Hagrid of all people. Behind him, Neville started to rub his eyes to see what was going on.
"I assure you that our tents are highly functionable, thank you."
Draco pronounced the last words with a weight meaning 'leave', but Hagrid was obviously not catching any kind of hints. Neville had gone into his characteristic blushing, wrapping the robes tightly around him.
"Hello Hagrid" he piped.
"Uh, hello ,Nev. Nice seeing you."
Draco kept on glaring at Hagrid, hoping that he might pick up the hint before the night was over. "Hum, anyway" Hagrid said, scratching his head. "di' you get a permission to be ou' here?" "Not really." Neville answered very quickly, before Draco could open his mouth. "It's kind of a secret and, um, it would be great if you wouldn't tell anyone. Please?"
"Oh, o-of c-course", Hagrid stuttered. "Yeah, I see tha', and you can count on me bein' silent as a rock. Though there was a rock I heard once..."
Now both Draco and Neville looked equally uncomfortable.
"Yep, okay, no problem then." Hagrid said, straightening himself up. "I'll jus' be off, checking the kentaurs an' such. Yep, the kentaurs. Good mornin'."
"Good morning." Neville answered.
They watched as Hagrid's back disappeared into the darkness before saying anything. Then Draco sat down by Neville again, angrily putting his wand aside.
"Unbelievable. What made him think I wanted to hear even a word about the weather?"
"He was nervous, Draco. He didn't know what to say. You're being too hard on him."
Neville started to pull Draco with him down into the robes again.
"You won't say that when he has spilled it to the entire school."
Neville sighed.
"If it was Crabbe or Goyle, you wouldn't have been that upset. But Hagrid's my friend." "Crabbe and Goyle aren't really my friends." Draco said, realising it was the truth as he made the statement.
Neville raised his eyebrows.
"Then what are they?"
"There more like..."
"...your sidekicks?" Neville smiled at him, trying not to laugh. "Wow. Imagine me with sidekicks!"
But Draco didn't smile back. He started to brood about if he really had any friends. Followers he had plenty of, but friends? Did he even want friends?
Neville stopped smiling as he saw Draco's serious face.
"Friends mean taking too huge a personal risk" Draco concluded.
"Like the risk I took when I returned to you after seeing...this?"
Neville touched his left arm, rubbing it lightly with his thumb. When Draco didn't answer, he bent down and placed a soft kiss right on the mark. Draco shivered when he did, amazed that Neville wanted to touch something that repulsed even Draco himself. Then Neville's lips caught his mouth instead, his arms closing him in a very tender embrace.
Draco pressed him close, not ever willing to let go again.
The sky had suddenly changed into a dangerous colour, warning them that the sunrise was on its way. Draco had no idea how long they had been making out, but both of them were hard as rocks and needed to relieve their tensions before returning to the camp.
Draco turned Neville around, pressing his sex to the sore buttocks without entering him. Neville probably wouldn't walk straight without pain for a week anyway and he had another idea in mind. He closed his hand over Neville's pounding sex, teasing it until Neville begged him for release. Smiling, Draco tugged on his ear.
"Who owns you?"
"You, oh, don't stop, don't..."
But Draco held back for a second.
"If I do you this favour now, will you do me one in return?"
Neville groaned in frustration.
"Yes!"
"Anything?"
"Anything!"
Smiling even wider, Draco helped Neville to reach the peak, revelling in the hot seed clinging to his fingers. As Neville still lied gasping on the ground, Draco got to his feet and dressed very quickly. Neville was about to do the same, but Draco shook his head reproachfully.
"Not yet. You promised me something first."
Smiling, Draco led Neville by the hand to one of the trees in the grove. Casually, Draco leant against the trunk while forcing Neville down to his knees before him.
"Now" Draco said, in a typical arrogant voice, while untying his robes just enough to pull out his hard organ, "you make sure not to spill a drop."
A little red on the ears, Neville grasped it, but Draco made him let go and directed it to his lips instead.
"O-oh" Neville breathed, before taking it into his mouth, trying to suck its full length while Draco gripped the curls on his head and directed it in a good pace. Neville's trembling hands gripped his robes and the small whines coming from the kneeling boy gave Draco a real trip. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the warm wetness of the lips, the tounge working and struggling to please him.
"Very good." Draco whispered, trying to keep his breathing in check. "Now, you have to take everything into your mouth. We both want my robes to be spotless at the camp, right?"
Neville could only moan for an answer and as Draco entwined his fingers harder into Neville's hair, he made several sharp thrusts into the hot mouth, emptying himself to the very last drop. He made a satisfied growl before releasing Neville's head, smiling wickedly at Neville's confusion whether to swallow it or spit it out.
Draco leaned down and caught his head between his hands.
"You have to swallow a little of it", Draco said. But just for tonight, you can let the rest out."
Then he kissed Neville on the forehead, walking over to fetch his lover's robes, while leaving the Gryffindor to his business. He just couldn't wipe the smile from his face.
As all garments were in place, they embraced each other tightly before heading back to the camp. None of them seemed to take the initiative to let go.
"What will you say to Mcgonagall?" Draco whispered.
"Don't know." Neville answered. "That we got...lost? And what will you say to Snape?"
"That very, very forbidden things happened in the forbidden forest."
They both laughed quietly, but went serious in a heartbeat.
"So now what?" Neville asked, anxiously.
"So now you're mine and nothing will change it."
"Draco, I really, really like you..." Neville's gaze flickered. "I mean...I love you."
Draco thought he would drop dead.
He couldn't bring himself to speak for once, only capable of holding Neville closer. One last kiss and they started to head for the sounds of the awakening camp, Draco giving serious thoughts to amputating a part of his left arm, before his vanity shoved it aside.
