Hey there Gentle Readers!
So I've thought it over and decided to slap on a chapter 5. Now, i haven't gotten around to figuring out how its gonna end. Help me out and lemme know how you'd like Draco and Harry to end up. Its an open book at this point.
Well, let me take this time to thank all the reviewers. Thanks for saying the first 2 chapters were cute/cool. I was hoping Draco and Harry came across as endearing and close...as for all the death threats, erm..well I got this out as quickly as I could...DON'T HURT ME!
Previously on Sin:
All in an instant, Harry shoved his way past Draco, who was frantically trying to grab at a decision in his head. The second his mind wrapped around one, he followed through with it, not bothering to pause and think it over.
Before Harry knew what happened, he was wrapped in the Slytherin's arms, receiving one of the most passionate kisses he'd ever experienced.
Draco sighed into the kiss, going light-headed as Harry traced his fingertips lightly down the Slytherin's flat stomach. He couldn't take much more of this one-sided exploring, but it felt too good to interrrupt. Harry's hand flattened out against the boy's pelvis, boldly coming into contact with more and more soft skin. His other hand moved down and joined in on the massaging, gliding up the small of Draco's back. He guided his touch up Draco's spine, enjoying the sleek curve ending in smooth shoulderblades.
The blonde began to kiss him desperately, his naked chest heaving rapidly beneath Harry's palm. He couldn't stand it anymore. Reaching up, Draco wove his hands down the front of Harry's shirt, quickly unbuttoning it. Breaking their kiss with a smack, Draco shifted his swollen lips down the Gryffindor's throat, pulling off the gold and scarlet tie, and down along the bare chest. From what Draco could see through the barely parted shirt, Harry had a very defined chest and stomach, his bellybutton particularly calling out for Draco's attention.
The sly Slytherin kissed his way down the streamlined stomach, moans and sighs escaping Harry's throat as he tilted his head back. Draco undid Harry's belt , making the pants droop considerably from the lack of help. Draco smiled and pushed the dark grey trousers down a bit, kissing the skin he had exposed.
Harry groaned lightly, reaching down to weave his fingers through Draco's damp, dishevelled hair.
The blonde traced his fingertip along the waistband of the Seeker's boxers, loving how absolutely virgin it felt when he was suddenly yanked back up, mouth hungrilydevoured once more.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, sending the vibration down the brunette's throat. In one swift motion, Draco's shirt was off and crumpled on the floor, his silver and green tie peeking through folds of fabric. Harry now explored the boy's body more freely, a dizzying thrill shooting up in his stomach. He ran his hands down the same sleek back, feeling all there was to feel there.His hands then glided up the boy's arms. It felt odd to feel firm muscles beneath such soft skin ,all underneath Harry's touch. Cho's arms had been gentle and soft, his fingers sinking into her flesh. But with Draco...He could hold onto them. He could probably dig his fingers deep into them and they would only flex even more strongly in response. The whole thought of it made Harry's mind whirl.
Draco slipped his hands down Harry's side, knowing what he wanted to do, but scared of doing it. As if Harry had read his mind, he shrugged his shoulders letting the shirt fall to the floor as his pants slipped down to his ankles. Harry kicked them off and pressed against the blonde even more closely to keep himself warm.
Draco groaned at all the exposed skin Harry had given him to play with. It was almost overwhelming. Like a child in Honeydukes, Draco anxiously ran his eager hands all over the brunette's slick skin. It curved and dipped in places that weren't normally defined in girls, much to the Slytherin's satisfaction. Harry's body seemed too perfect for words, every inch of bare flesh becoming more wonderful than the previous. He started to wonder how he had ever gone so long without ever having a feel of Potter's delectable form.
Harry snaked his hands up the Slytherin's back, clutching onto his shoulderblades as the blonde devoured him with excited touches. Draco slide his lips down the boy's throat, finding a little patch of skin beneath his Adam's apple and began to suck at it. Harry groaned deeply, pressing the blonde more firmly against him. It felt too good. How could this feel so good?
Harry's moan had vibrated against Draco's tongue and lips, sending a flutter across his stomach. A strange stirring developed in his trousers, becoming more and more prominent as the brunette's fingers dug deeper into Draco's back and his groans grew louder. With a gasp, the boy jerked involuntarily in Draco's arms, knowing he'd felt the poke. He shifted, trying several stances to avoid contact between his crotch and Harry's thigh, none of which worked. Just about to pull away, he felt the Gryffindor's hands glide their way down and grab a fistful of Draco's pants. The blonde groaned, being forced back onto Harry,his arousalmore obvious than ever. He couldn't take much more of this, though he didn't know what else to do.
As if to answer him yet again, Harry wound his hands to the front and began unbuckling Draco's belt. The Slytherin's eyes squeezed shut as Harry's fingers worked slowly at the zipper, aiding gravity only a bit in letting Draco's pants tumble to the ground. The blonde stood there, unable to move for fear of what new friction against more of Harry's skin would do to him. He pulled in a sharp breath as he felt fingers gingerly line the waistband of his boxers. It was a tedious touch, driving Draco almost to the point of madness. Finally daring to lift his head, he peered straight into the brunette's eyes. The green he saw there made the worst of all shivers course through his body. They were so deep, the roaring fire behind him reflected in their blazing emerald. For the life of him, Draco couldn't look away.
Harry looked so gorgeous, it hurt. His thick, raven hair dangling in dishevelled strands infront of those drunken eyes. His swollen lips were parted slightly, as if readily awaiting a kiss as they drew in ragged breaths. The sleek curve of his neck, his smooth shoulders, strong arms and delicious torso were relished by Draco's wandering gaze.
Being under such close observation should've been uncomfortable, but instead roused a wave of hot prickles up and down Harry's body. He had to do something, he NEEDED to. Only his body knew what was to come since the dazed Gryffindor's mind was spinning minutes too late in the wake of what he had done. His fingers found their way back down soft skin and protested at the first feel of cloth. How dare it, Harry thought to himself. How dare there be fabric covering such beautiful skin.
As if to satisfy his inner thoughts, the brunette started to nudge the boxers down. Draco groaned his approval. Harry's eyes flitted downwards, the blonde still buried in his neck, and watched as each nudge brought more flesh into light. Before he knew it, there was nothing more to shield all of the Slytherin from the Gryffindor's eyes. Harry took in the profile of the blonde's bare thigh,the sleek curve of his bum and theendless slender legs. It was all too much, it made his head swim in overwhelming excitement. Suddenly, his chin was gently guided back up and forced to meet with Draco's.
A soft kiss was shared before the Slytherin pulled away, flushing quite noticeably, and stared at the brunette. His slate eyes bore into emerald ones, pensively asking if all was pleasant looking. Harry smiled and kissed the side of Draco's clenched jaw, smoothing his hand over the pliable bottom. Draco released a groan and discovered his own hands slowly pushing off the Seeker's boxers, getting a handful of naked rump for himself. The two found eachother's lips once more and began to kiss furiously, nervously exploring intimate areas now exposed.
Almost too soon, Draco became anticipant for what was next, the throbbing between his legs growing steadily more irritating. More throughnecessity than experience, the blonde murmured onto the Gryffindor's hot lips, "Touch me..."
All too compliant, Harry reached down and wound his fingers around the protruding flesh that had been beckoning him since the moment he first felt it grinding into his thigh. With a skilful hand, Harry began to rub up and down the excited member, enjoying each quiver it gave as he brushed a thumb around the tip. It felt so alien, yet so familiar, to feel such a piece of hard flesh in his hand. He dared not linger on all the rationalities and instead submerged himself in coaxing as many groans from the blonde as possible.
In an instant, his own member was grabbed and rubbed eagerly upon. Harry leaned his cheek against Draco's, closing his eyes and concentrating on the friction. It all felt so wonderful, being gently stroked in the most intimate of ways by another. He felt his own groin quivering and throbbing for more, the soft massages not being enough. Harry pushed his hips forcefully into the Slytherin's hand, silently begging for more.
Soon, it became a tug-of-war, each boy's hand frantically diving on the other's manhood. Grunts and groans joined the gentle crackling of the fire and the fierce storm raging on outside. The teens were oblivious to both natural occurrences , too involved in their own act of nature.
Draco felt a pressure start tobuild up in his pelvis, and he knew what was coming and that he couldn't stop it. Throwing away embarrassment, he succumbed to delightful pleasure as it erupted between Harry's strong fingers. He was pleased to feel the brunette right along with him.
Still in a pleasant daze, Draco opened his eyes to a blurry view of the wooden wall, the adorable shell of Harry's right ear and wonderful black locks of hair.
"More?" asked a rather husky voice .
Draco nodded eagerly, shifting his mouth to nibble on the earlobe beckoning him. Soon, there were pleasurable tugs on his member, arousing it to a shocking stiffness once more. He felt Harry's flesh harden in his palm slowly but surely, almost equaling his own by the time the blonde was in a fit of moaning. The friction was enjoyable, yes, but the Slytherin wanted more yet again. He wanted Harry in a way he knew no one else had had him. He wanted all of the Gryffindor and would gladly give all of himself in return. But what?
His body gave an almighty lurch as parts of him started to ache that had never ached before. A yearning swelled inside him , making his courage spike. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, the anxious blonde made his move.
Harry popped open his eyes, staring at the back of a head of beautiful blonde hair. Peering behind him, Draco smiled meekly at the startled look on the boy's handsome face. Harry just blinked, unable to follow through to conclusion what Draco meant.
Seeing the confusion littered across the Gryffindor's expression, Draco moved himself back onto the teen's body, rubbing his bum against the hard flesh quivering between Harry's thighs. The boy's eyes widened in realization, his body stiffening in fear.
Sensing the apprehension, Draco reached down and guided one of the brunette's hands away from his skin and wovetheir fingers together. Gripping on tightly, he gave a slight nod, not knowing what exactly he had just confirmed.
Biting his lip, Harry stared at the blonde, trying to discern whether he honestly wanted this. But upon the look of passion igniting every speck of grey in his eyes, Harry knew there was no misunderstanding. So, hesitating with a fear that had sneaked its way deep into his gut, he pulled his hips away from the Slytherin's skin. He closed his eyes and allowed himself mere seconds to steady his breath and his nerves, pushing away every thought in his mind minus how good it felt to be holding Draco like this. Then, with one final deep breath, Harry pushed forward carefully, feeling the head of his member part skin. Guided more by instinct, he slowly led his member to the entrance with extreme apprehension.
Draco nudged his hips back onto Harry, urging him on. The simple sensation of the brunette's erection being so close made his own quiver with excitement. Suddenly, a pain ripped through his rear as he'd never felt before. He screamed out, squeezing his eyes shut immediately. He could feel Harry instantly pull back, taking with it the pain.
"N-no..Keep...keep going." He mumbled.
"Not if it makes you scream like that," Harry replied just as quietly.
"Its fine...I heard its supposed to hurt."
Harry furrowed his brow skeptically, "You sure?"
Draco nodded, finally finding his breath,"Yes. Now, go on...And don't stop, it just makes it hurt worse I think."
Harry consented reluctantly, even more hesitant now than before. Draco grabbed onto both of Harry's hands and clutched them, almost fearful of what was about to come. Just as before, a searing pain slashed at his behind, erupting another scream from his throat. He faltered, gripping onto the strong hands he was holding onto. The pain pushed onward, bringing more and more white-hot slashes further inside his body.. Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he gritted his teeth, whimpers escaping into the riotous night. Gentle words of comfort were murmured into his ear, trying to soothe his condition . His frame started to tremble, unable to withstand much more of the torture. Leaning back into the Gryffindor, Draco felt his clutch on the hands weaken from the mere magnitude of pain. He barely realized the brunette had been slowly pushing in and out for some time now. And almost as suddenly as the pain had begun, it ebbed away, and the most delicious sensation took its place. It washed over the trembling blonde like bucketfuls of warm liquid, tingling every inch of his body. It was too delightful, almost surreal. It plunged the Slytherin into a sense of illusion, a world wonderfully distorted by waves of pleasure pulsing from his groin, outward.
Harry allowed himself to relax once the muscles of Draco's back had eased against his chest and the slender hands loosened their grip on his own. Relief spread over him as he heard mumbled groans of approval replace the prior cries of agony. Taking his time, Harry explored the depths of the Slytherin and experimented with what movement of his hips and pressure of his thrusts coaxed a more satisfying moan from the blonde.
Before long, Draco was digging his fingertips into Harry's arms, gritting his teeth again not in pain, but unbelievable pleasure. He arched his spine, curling into Harry like a graceful cat. The motion made Harry increase his speed.
The two moved together as one, moving faster and faster onto the other, never seeming to get enough. Draco pushed himself firmly against the brunette, leaning his head back onto the Gryffindor's shoulder. Harry leaned down and devoured Draco's lips in a heated kiss, using their joined hands as a sort of anchor to his thrusts.
The heat of the shack intensified greatly, the fire leaping back angrily as heavy panting pushed it away time and time again. Draco's skin started to shiver once more, pressure rising in his pelvis.
One of Harry's hands reached down, wrapping around an all too eager member. Draco hastily reached up and dove his fingers through the Gryffindor's thick, luxurious hair, gripping onto it as he thrashed himself more forcefully back onto the boy.
All too soon, the two boys were thrown into a fury of incredible ecstasy, causing them to frantically push, grip, tug and thrust to reach the full extent of the sensations. Brilliant white stars littered their closed lids as hands and hips refused to stop.Their cries of delight matched the frightful boom of thunder outside, more than once outdoing the force of nature itself. Pushed over the edge several more times, the two finally ceased after hours of movement with hearty sighs.
Willing the moment on and never wanting to break its intensity, Draco kept his eyes shut and lips pressed against Harry's.
Their desperate heaves of breaths puffed onto eachother's mouths as they struggled to regain control over basic motor functions. The frantic beating of Harry's heart thudded against Draco's back, causing a soft smile to lift his lips. Unable to drag out the moment any longer, the blonde slowly opened his eyes finding himself staring into Harry's burning green ones. They looked absolutely drunk with ecstasy, contentment slowly creeping its way into the corners of emerald. Draco felt a hand slowly rub up and down his flat stomach, coaxing a low purrfrom of him. Harry chuckled lightly and brought his lips once more to the Slytherin's.
The kiss felt different. Much more subdued and almost tentative. Harry pulled back and peered with concern at the boy.
Draco turned around in the brunette's embrace, melting his body with the boy's once more."We should get back..."
Harry glided his hand down the sleek spine, "Soon as it stops raining."
"People will start to wonder I suspect."
"...And?"
Draco pulled away to look into the relaxed and calm face of Harry," And...well..."
Harry frowned immediately, the hand pausing on Draco's shoulderblade," ...Are you afraid of what they might think?"
Draco's eyes flittered away, avoiding the look of hurt in the Gryffindor's beautiful eyes,"Well...I don't know..."
"You are," Harry stated firmly but quietly.
Draco said nothing. In an instant, he was standing by himself, cold drafts sweeping across his naked body. He spun around to see Harry hastily gathering up his clothing and shoving them on. "What...?"
"If we sprint the whole way there, it will probably help us not get too wet." Harry blurted out, shakily slipping his belt into the beltloops of his pants.
Draco frowned as his clothes were tossed at him.
"Don't want to catch a cold now," Harry muttered, averting his eyes and walking over to his cloak and sweater pinned up on the walls.
The Slytherin dressed himself slowly, knowing Harry's shocking new behaviour was really his own fault. He'd just ruined one of the best moments he knew he'd ever experience...and it killed him.
"Done? Come on then. Its really late as it is," The brunette mumbled, throwing his cloak around him. Draco reached down to pick up the Gryffindor's bag when the boy practically growled," I can handle it."
Draco withdrew his hand quickly, watching as Harry shoved the bag over his shoulder and walked to the door. Whipping his eyes down, Draco spotted the forgotten blanket on the ground. Looking to see if Harry had noticed it (he hadn't), Draco hastily picked it up, folded it and tucked it beneath his cloak.
All too soon they were racing intothe entrance hall, hoods over their heads to fruitlessly tryto prevent rain from soaking them. A few torches were still lit, but all in all, the corridor was completely empty.
"Well, goodnight," Harry said curtly, turning on his heel to head up the marble staircase.
Draco knew he had to say something. If he didn't, he'd lose the one thing that had made him the happiest he'd ever been in a long long time. "Harry, wait."
The Gryffindor paused, still as a statue, on a step of the stairs. Draco took this as an encouraging motion and hurried up to meet him. "Look, I'm sorry..."
Harry kept his eyes fixed on the steps above him, jaw set firmly," For what."
Cold fingertips danced down his cheek, making him shiver. Looking over, he met with the Slytherin's stone eyes.
"For being a git earlier...I never should've said that..." Draco tried not to seem too pleased as the look in Harry's eyes softened considerably, " I'm not ashamed of you, Harry..."
"Then what is it?" Harry inquired uneasily, letting a few strands of his drenched hair be pushed out of his eyes.
"I'm just scared," Draco whispered, his eyes flickering his comment in them.
Harry nodded, taking a step towards the boy," You think I'm not?"
"OI! What're you two doing out of bed!"
Harry and Draco jumped and spun around to see two figures advancing down the hallway. Almost instinctively, Draco leapt away from the Gryffindor. Harry tried to hide how much that hurt.
A boy about a year older than the two approached the base of the stairs, flanked by none other than Professor Snape.Harry couldn't help the churn that arose in his stomach.
"I ask again, WHAT are you doing out of bed?" The boy growled.
Harry chanced a glance at Draco," I...er.."
"I was just asking Potter that myself before you rudely interrupted me," Draco spat venomously.
The boy blinked, his light brown eyes clouding over.
"Excuse Mr.Thunam here, he feels the need to prove himself tonight since he just failed to capture the culprits behind-" Snape stopped abruptly, barely taking in the curious state of the two boys."May I inquire why you are both wet?"
Draco's stomach sank, hastily hiding it from his eyes. He had just opened his mouth when Harry cut him off.
"Malfoy here thought it was in his mandate as a Prefect to stalk me when I went to visit Hagrid tonight...I had just come in when he pounced me, asking me what I was doing up so late, which brings us here," Harry explained firmly.
Snape studied the Gryffindor suspiciously, feeling a tug of utmost hatred towards the boy begging to be predominantly expressed," I assume, Mr. Malfoy, that a punishment is in order."
Draco stammered, looking over at Harry. The look in the determined brunette's eye told him he was clearly to play along, though he knew he couldn't very well rattle off a good punishment after the night they had had." Er,well...I suppose a detention is most fitting."
Snape rose an eyebrow.
"And, of course five points from Gryffindor, " Draco quickly added on.
"Five indeed. Lets make it fifteen and two nights detention to make sure it never happens again," The greasy-haired teacher sneered.
Harry perked up with genuine outrage, his mouth open in protest," That's not fair!"
Snape's lip curled dangerously," What is not fair is that you feel you are somehow ABOVE the rules, Potter. Two detentions and twenty points from Gryffindor."
Harry bristled," Twenty? You said fifteen!"
"I changed my mind. Now get to bed before I make it fifty."
Harry stifled another protest, threw a look at Draco then sprinted up the stairs in a rush of fury.
Draco turned to the Head of his House, very much ruffled by the realization of how Harry had been treated by them for so long," Wasn't that a bit harsh for just being out of bed, sir?"
Snape rounded on the blonde," If I am not harsh, that Potter boy will rampage about the school as if it were his personal playground. "
Draco shifted, glancing at the Ravenclaw prefect standing besides the professor." Yes, sir, of course, but...punishing Potter and hisentourage seems not to be working."
The Potions Master quivered with indignation," Get to bed, Mr. Malfoy, and not another word on how I see fit to punish my students."
Draco nodded and reluctantly trudged the opposite way he had wanted to go. He'd have to talk to Harry another day. Tomorrow infact. Yes, tomorrow was good. Tomorrow they'd talk.Tomorrow he would figure out why he had closed Harry off. Tomorrow he would make sure he knew what he was doing...Tomorrow he'd fix things.
Hopefully.
tbc...
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