Title: Queer, Otherwise
Authors: lovelessx and savethequeenxo
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 8914
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: boy snogging :3 and slashy, smutty boy!sex, evil!seamus, slight angst
Summary: After Draco switches sides Dumbledore agrees to protect him from the consequences of the wrong people finding out, which looks like no one has noticed...yet. Only the damnable Boy-Who-Lived seems to notice that he has changed and, unnervingly, Draco finds his eyes lingering too long on that unruly hair and those green eyes. Harry has also found himself practically licking his lips while his eyes slip over to Draco every now and then. Before they can stop themselves they both land a late night detention from the Transfiguration teacher for "not paying attention in class". Thankfully, McGonagall hadn't mentioned aloud that they had been ogling each other for her entire class. After their detention, things start to get difficult and keeping secrets is harder than ever for both young wizards.
Chapter Five -- Now Let's Not Be Rash
"'Mione? Hermione? Hermione!" Harry burst into the common room at 10:30 that night very flustered after his encounter with Seamus and Draco that morning (and maybe a little flying to help clear his mind). Hermione was sitting by the fire, studying as usual. She looked up and smiled to Harry as he strode up to her and plopped down onto the couch next to her. Her smile quickly disappeared when she watched him run his hands through his hair a few times while muttering 'what was I thinking?'. Immediately she worried about him and went into mother-duck-mode.
"Harry? What's the matter?" When he wouldn't answer her she prodded him with her finger. "Hey, come on. You can tell me anything. What did you do this time?"
"What makes you think it was my fault?" Harry whirled around so fast that Hermione had to jump back slightly. She smiled and ruffled his hair. Harry sighed and put his head in his hands. "I don't know why I did it, 'Mione, honest. Damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him!" Hermione shushed him and rubbed his back.
"Shh, Harry, calm down. Just tell me what happened so I can assess the situation." Hermione gave Harry a hug and he sighed again.
"I kissed him." Hermione took a minute to sort out that sentence. Who? Him? Kissed...? "He was being a prat and challenged me, as usual- he always starts it! I don't know why he can't trust me if I trusted him, no questions. Bloody prat. Bloody good looking prat." Harry muttered the last bit so Hermione wouldn't hear, but she heard.
"Harry?" Harry sighed. If he wanted his friend's help, he'd have to tell her. He leaned in close to her ear so no one else lingering in the common room would hear.
"I kissed Malfoy." Oh dear... How could Hermione help with that? Order member, or not, Malfoy was still a right prat.
"Okay, why?" Hermione would definitely need more information to analyze.
"I don't know! He.. he just, oh hell, I don't know 'Mione! This is all so bloody confusing. He was telling me something about why he changed sides but he was lying to me so I said 'Tell me or face the consequences' and he said I wasn't going to win so I pressed him against the wall and stuck my tongue down his throat. I think he liked it, the pouf." Hermione stifled a laugh at that, considering Harry was the one doing the kissing. Harry turned to Hermione suddenly. He looked like a little boy begging his parents to let the puppy that followed him home stay. "Oh, 'Mione.. he could ruin me with this - promise to keep it a secret?"
"Of course I will Harry! What kind of best friend do you take me for?" Hermione smiled and Harry hugged her.
"There is an upside to it." Hermione was curious.
"Oh?"
"Yea, see this?" Harry pulled down the neck of his robes to show two hickeys. Malfoy marks his territory "One from last night... and one from today."
"Today? You said you kissed him once."
"Last night... today Seamus stopped me in the hall and was yelling at me for refusing him for 'some slut' and Malfoy happened to walk by and showed Seamus just who gave me the hickey and how." Harry grinned to himself. Hermione was slightly horrified.
"Seamus was yelling at you? For refusing him?" Hermione never would of guessed Seamus to be the jealous type... and wasn't he with Dean?
"Er yea.. um, a few weeks ago when we went for a walk?" Hermione nodded and Harry continued. "Well he kissed me and I was kind of out of it since Cho was at the pitch earlier at practice waiting for me and so I was thinking about her. So Seamus was talking to me and I wasn't hearing anything he said and apparently he asked my permission to kiss him, so he did..it wasn't so bad really - better than Cho's kiss." Harry's eyes widened and he clamped his hand over his mouth. He was thinking out loud, he didn't mean to let that slip to Hermione. Herimione was giggling though.
"Harry I think you are gay."
"WHAT?" Hermione laughed again and stopped at the frantic look from Harry.
"Well, lets look at the facts and be logical. You liked kissing Seamus, you hated kissing Cho-"
"I never said hate! Seamus was just better because... because he wasn't crying! And he stuck his tongue down my throat!"
"Yes, but then you kissed Malfoy. You know, the first time you met Cho she was in her Quidditch gear - and that's really rather androgynous, isn't it? You could of easily mistaken her for a boy. Plus, she is rather boyish." Harry was wide-eyed in realization.
"I'm gay..." Hermione nodded sympathetically and hugged him. "I won't get married, I won't have children! I'll be the last of the Potters...What if I want to have a family and get married and have a life? 'Mione... I'm gay." Hermione loved Harry, really she did, but he was rather dense, sometimes Malfoy was right with his snide remarks.
"Harry, honestly, it's like you know nothing. You can still get married, but to a man. There's always adoption." Harry looked thoughtful for a minute.
"Thanks 'Mione, you're the best!" Harry hugged her and went up to bed.
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"How could I let my guard down like that, Blaise? What was I thinking!" Draco was just as flustered as Harry was. Draco had been antsy since he smugly had his encore with Harry that morning. In front of Finnegan. Finnegan who has a big mouth. Draco was pacing in the sixth year boys' dormitory in front of his best friend and Slytherin Slut, Blaise Zabini, who currently had a look mixed between amused and bored on his face.
"I do believe you were thinking 'Oh, goody! I get to have it off with Harry Potter! Again! Lucky me!' Am I right?" Blaise sat grinning smugly on his bed while Draco paced. Draco spun around in a huff and threw a pillow at him.
"Oh shove off, you sodding arse! Harry Potter kissed me. I kissed Harry Potter. In front of Finnegan!" Draco went back to his frantic pacing. If Finnegan breathes a word to anyone I'll have his head! Blaise was still laughing and that was getting him no where. "Oh shut up!"
"Kiss me, you fool." Blaise batted his eyelashes at the blonde and made a kissy face. Draco got his knickers in a twist.
"What? What! Kiss you! Brilliant idea, Blaise, kiss you so every sodding maggot in Slytherin can get word of that and then send word to my father who will then serve me on a silver platter to - MMPH!" Mid-rant Blaise leaned forward and claimed Draco's lips in a searing kiss. Not waiting for Draco's permission he shoved his tongue inside the blonde's mouth and explored. Instantly Draco was kissing him back and making keening sounds in the back of his throat. After a few blissful moments, reality caught up with Draco and the blonde shoved his fellow Slytherin away and put his hands to his mouth. "You kissed me!" He started backing away. "And I kissed you back! I'll... I'll be right back.."
Draco ran down into the common room and grabbed the closest female - Risika Lemmings, a fifth year red head - and snogged the socks off of her. She was dazed and dreamy after the kiss, Draco was deadly aware that he didn't like that one bit. Risika leaned into him for another kiss but he shoved her away and ran back up to his dorm room where Blaise was still waiting on his bed.
"I'm gay..."
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Potions was always such a misery for Harry. Aside from the fact that Snape was... well, Snape was Snape. There were a million and one ways to describe Snape, but it was best left as just Snape for an explanation. If Hermione could just explain the directions in English that he understood instead of just repeating them over and over and looking at him like he was the biggest idiot, maybe he would get it better. On the bright side, he was better than Neville.
Things had gotten considerably worse over the past week. Since kissing Malfoy, the prat has been ten times more unbearable than he already was. His common sense (which was a lot quieter than his inner child and stubbornness) told him that just because he started calling Hermione a mudblood again didn't mean that Malfoy decided to change his mind and get his mark after all, but that's what Harry was believing. And of course Harry being Harry, he kept his thoughts and feelings to himself as usual. Malfoy even started sabotaging his potions again, not that he would be able to have done them anyway with little understanding of catalysts and reactions. Of course, little did Harry know - that was just Malfoy's unknown way of saying 'I fancy you'. Had Harry known that, he probably would of shagged the blonde right there on Snape's desk, considering the amount of times he tossed off to the scene of Malfoy rounding the corner and saving Harry from Seamus and kissing him and then sucking on his neck again, especially when he hit that lovely sensitive spot below his ear. After that, Malfoy bid him good day and went about ignoring Harry, then the next day and for the past week the taunting started again.
Harry was actually doing a decent job with his potion, putting the finishing touches on it when Malfoy walked by and conspicuously added an extra ingredient. Needless to say, the potion exploded in a smelly mist.
"God damnit! I almost made it right, why did you have to ruin it Malfoy! I was doing it right! You're such a sodding arsehole!" Harry was abruptly spun around by Snape. Snape was mad, Harry was mad, Malfoy was smug. Harry was tired of looking like a bumbling idiot in front of a man he knew full well was on his side, yet had to go against him all the time anyway. "Oh yes, Professor. Why don't you take some points from Gryffindor - we're all idiots, aren't we Malfoy? Does it make you feel better, Severus? Picking on me for something my Dad and his friends did when you were in school? I hope so because I'm tired of being your little punch bag, Severus! Or should I say Snivellus!"
Malfoy realized too late the monster he'd set into motion. The only thing he thought to do was quietly slip away and hide behind Crabbe and Goyle like a good little Slytherin. Snape literally looked like he had steam coming out of his ears because of the fog in the room. The greasy haired man was holding Harry off the ground by his robe and if one looked close enough, there was the faintest hint of him shaking. He gave Harry a minute to calm down, and when he did and he realized what he said he wanted to die. What have I done? Harry and Draco were thinking the same thing.
"Mister Potter." Oh, Snape was livid. The entire class held its breath while Harry waited for the killing curse to take him away. "I am not sure which would be worse... an assured failing grade on your Potions N.E.W.T. or detentions with me until the end of your school years. Or perhaps I should let you see the memories in my pensieve again, but with a potion that would let you see it through my eyes so you could know just how terribly your father and Black tormented me. Wouldn't it be nice to see your father and Black again? Yes, Harry, I know you'd like that... only they would think it was me. You wouldn't exist yet. Yes that would be fun." Harry thought death would be so much better than enduring his father and godfather tormenting him. Just kill me Voldemort. Honestly, it's worse torture for me to have to be taught by this greasy git than for you to just let me meet my end, you can have the bloody wizarding world. It seemed like time had stopped, everything frozen in place except Harry and Snape. "No, for today you will just receive a failing grade and detention."
The class exhaled and looked around. Malfoy had slipped out. Harry started cleaning up his mess. He needed a better tutor than Hermione and someone else who would take Snape's shit. Malfoy.
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After dinner, Harry was waiting in the same alcove from three weeks ago. He smiled at the memory of his concern for the Slytherin. Ever the trusting Gryffindor, concerned for the king of cobras. He was startled when he heard footsteps and when a flash of blonde hair walked by, he reached out and grabbed the back of Malfoy's robes. Malfoy turned around and saw Harry without his cloak this time and grinned.
"We've got to stop meeting like this." Malfoy couldn't push the nagging thought that all he wanted to do was push Harry against the wall and kiss him again. Then he remembered what happened earlier that day. Oops..
"Yeah, right.. heh... Um, listen Malfoy.. Did you change your mind?" Harry fidgeted with his hands and looked younger in the dark.
"Change my mind?" Bad Draco, stop having lewd images of the Gryffindor in compromising positions while trying to have a conversation.
"About where your loyalties lay. You've been tormenting everyone twice as bad as you used to all this week. And you've been calling the muggleborns mudbloods and-" Draco cut him off.
"Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up you daft Gryffindor." Draco grinned and blew a kiss at Harry. Harry blushed and look at the most interesting piece of dust on the ground he had ever seen. "No, I haven't changed my mind." Harry let out a relieved sigh and smiled. "Now what did you really pull me into this alcove for?" Harry blushed darker and Draco felt his heart skip a beat. Please say 'kiss me', please say 'kiss me', please say 'kiss-
"Will you tutor me for Potions?" What? Damnit! Draco sighed. Well, Harry did think he was switching sides. Best to just reassure him...Draco grinned and pushed Harry against the stone wall. Harry was wide eyed and had the fleeting thought that Draco had switched sides and that he was going to kill him.. or worse. Then Harry's thoughts were forgotten when soft lips were on his and there was an insistent tongue brushing his bottom lip and nibbling. How could he not comply? I can't believe I was stupid and thought he switched sides. Harry chided himself in his mind and eagerly parted his lips for the blonde and kissed back just as eagerly. Draco reluctantly pulled away and grinned at Harry.
"Yes, I'll tutor you. You're shite at Potions anyway.." Harry blushed and slipped a piece of folded parchment into the Slytherin's robe pocket and thanked him. Harry was quick to get back to Gryffindor and up into his room where he could have the wank of his life. He cursed the Slytherin for having the ability to make him Aroused Beyond Belief.
Draco looked down at his pocket and pulled out the parchment and unfolded it.
Malfoy-
Thanks for tutoring me. Room of Requirement, 9pm tomorrow night.
-Potter
Draco smiled and briefly wondered if Harry had a note for if Draco said no.
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"No, no, Potter.. look." Draco, for the fifth time, pointed to the excerpt in the Potions book and explained it to Harry. "In the Shrinking Potion, the Leech Juice is the catalyst that makes the potion turn bright green. See?" At Harry's nod and quick scribbling Draco sighed.
"Hey, atleast you explain it so I can understand. Hermione just repeats the same thing over and over and I swear each time she repeats it, I understand less and less. Potions is such a crap subject." Draco smiled to himself.
"Well, you'll need it if you want to become an Auror." Harry put down his quill and crossed his arms on the desk and layed his head on it. It was 10:30 and they had been there an hour and a half already. Atleast I understand more about catalysts than I did...
"You know, it would help if Snape wasn't such an arse and if my dad and Sirius didn't torment him when they were in Hogwarts and if Lupin had kept them on more of a leash." Harry sighed again and rubbed his face against his arms. Draco had the fleeting thought that he wanted Harry to be rubbing his face against his bare skin. "Stupid Snivellus." Harry muttered into the warmth of his arms.
"Okay, Pouty Potter, back to work. How do you plan to pass if you keep getting off topic, hmm?" Draco smirked at his newest nickname and Harry nodded, going back to his notes.
"Yes, master." Harry said it as a joke, but oh how it sent a shiver up Draco's spine. Draco wanted nothing more than to flip Harry onto the desk and take him right there. He realized Harry was looking up at him expectantly for his next explanation and Draco composed himself. Merlin, his innocence knows no bounds...
After they were finished all their homework and tutoring, it was well past curfew and Draco was getting drowsy. The Slytherin plopped down on the couch and toyed with the thought of the Gryffindor depositing himself in his lap and calling him master again. Harry moved to the couch and sat down on the opposite end.
"Malfoy?"
"Yes?"
"I have something to tell you." Harry was mustering up all of his Gryffindor courage to tell Malfoy about his... condition. All of the kisses they were having lately were starting to really stir his libido and maybe.. just maybe Malfoy was...
"Have another subject you're bollocks at, Potter?" Harry took a deep breath and sat up straighter on the couch. This was harder than he imagined.
"No, Malfoy. I'm gay." There, he'd said it! Now Malfoy would probably go and blab to the whole school and everyone would know about Harry and he'd be the laughing stock of Hogwarts once again.
"Oh, good. I'm glad you've finally come to terms with your sexuality and picked up on my signs, you daft bugger." What? Did he just hear Malfoy correctly?
"W-what!" Draco laughed at Harry's reaction and pulled the Gryffindor into his lap. The fantasy of Harry calling him master popped into his mind again. Draco gently caressed Harry's jaw and pulled his face to his and kissed him. When he pulled away, Harry was the loveliest shade of red and he had a bright glint in his eyes.
"I'm gay too, Potter. You're slow on the uptake, eh? No matter- you still kiss pretty damn good." Draco pulled Harry into another kiss. Harry pulled away after a few blissful moments of battling Draco's tongue.
"Wha- but.. how did you... you're gay?" Emphasis on 'slow on the uptake', jeez.
"Yes, Potter, I'm gay. Draco Malfoy is gay and so is Harry Potter. Or are you suddenly overcome with straightness again?" Draco was starting to get slightly annoyed that Harry was so innocent. True, he was just as innocent as Harry- but atleast he knew how to do it with a girl. Harry squirmed in his lap and ,gods, if he did it again it would be Draco's undoing.
"Oh..No, I'm still gay." Harry bit his lip and eyed Draco a minute before leaning down and claiming Draco's lips. Draco was quite happy in the haven of Harry's lips and kissed back with a fierce hunger. Draco flipped Harry over so the Gryffindor was on his back with the Slytherin undoing his pants and Harry's in record time. Harry moaned and arched up against the blonde and thought he might come that second, but he had more control than that. Draco was rubbing Harry's cock in one hand and his in the other. Wanking them was easy enough, but Draco wanted more. The blonde pulled Harry's pants the rest of the way off and spread the brunette's legs wider and was about to enter him when Harry suddenly kicked him in the chest and sent him tumbling the other way. Harry was on the floor and crouching behind the other end of the couch faster than he could blink. "What are you doing!"
"What do you mean, what am I doing? I was going to shag you! You said you were gay! I'm gay, you're gay, you were kissing me! You certainly didn't mind me wanking you! What is the matter with you?" It took Draco a few minutes to get his bearings but he was quickly dressing and Harry was doing the same.
"What is the matter with me! I don't want Meaningless Slytherin Sex, that's what's the matter with me! Gryffindors don't fucking work like that!" Harry collected his books and was out of the room before Draco could protest. Draco let out a frustrated scream and smacked his head against the wall.
"Draco Malfoy, you are the biggest idiot on the face of earth."
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"Bloody Buggering Fuck! You big fucking cock with a head. Good job, you've probably scared the damned Gryffindor away. You. Are. Such. A. Bloody. Idiot." Draco was muttering angrily to himself as he made the long journey from the Room of Requirement back to the dungeons. "He has more reason now to hate you. He'll never trust you now."
Draco sighed as he entered the sixth year boy's dorms and fell back onto his bed. He layed for a long moment, just breathing. His relaxing was interrupted by a large black eagle owl. Brilliant. Father's owl. Draco sat up and let the owl in. It was rare for owls to have orange eyes. Usually they had yellow eyes, but no, his father's owl had great big orange eyes that glinted eerily in the darkness of the night.
It was late, most of his dorm mates were sleeping behind closed curtains already. He listened for a minute to the snores of Crabbe and Goyle and then untied the rolled parchment from the owl's leg and watched as it flew into the moonlit sky. A wave of apprehension came over Draco as he looked down at the parchment in his hand, the brilliant green and silver family seal laughing in his face. Messages from his father were rare and he felt sick with dread as he carefully opened the parchment and looked down at his fathers perfect script. The memory of his father's "chat" came to him unbidden. He could practically hear his father's crisp, cool tone as he read through the letter.
Draco,
As I'm sure, you recall our chat from the Dinner Party over the summer. It is only October now, but before you know it will be time for you to come home for Christmas. I expect I don't have to repeat the conversation we had. The Malfoy name runs very far back, thousands of years. It is your responsibility to uphold that name and all that comes with it. Marry and have children to carry on the name, manage the family fortune, and do the Malfoy name some good. Make me proud, son.
We will be expecting you at Christmas.
Lucius
Draco sat heavily on his bed and rubbed his temples. Switching sides was never going to be easy, that he knew. However, the looming presence of his father and Voldemort and Christmas didn't help matters much. Draco sighed and put the letter under a stack of papers on his desk and layed down to sleep, still dressed in his uniform.
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Harry finally cornered Hermione after Potions the next morning, which he spent all of ignoring Malfoy, and pulled her into an empty corridor near her next class. Hermione kept going on and on about how inconvenient this was and how she was going to be late to her class. Finally, Harry grabbed her shoulders and shook her.
"Merlin, Hermione! Shut up for one bloody second so I can tell you something. What the hell do you think I need to talk to you spelled in bits of toast means!" That did the trick because his bushy haired friend shut right up and studied him. Harry breathed a sigh of relief for the brief quiet. "Something happened last night."
"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione worried her bottom lip between her teeth while peering up at Harry. Harry sighed again and leaned against the wall. He rubbed his temples before he went into a long winded and embarassing explanation of his escapades with Draco the night before in the Room of Requirement. When he was finished Hermione hugged him. "Oh Harry, it's alright! I'm sure that nasty little git just was nice so he could get into your pants." She held her tongue about him switching sides. Lupin had given her strict instructions for Harry not to know that everyone knew but him. Even if she knew that Harry knew. Harry felt marginally better after Hermione comforted him for a few minutes and decided the best thing he could do was to just ignore the blonde and try and pay attention to his studies. He smiled at Hermione's parting form. Always thinking of school.
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Three days. Three long, frustrating, wank-filled days. Draco was tired of Harry ignoring him and tired of wanking til he chaffed, screaming out Harry's name behind heavy silencing spells cast on the drapes around his bed. Thus, he stood outside of Gryffindor Tower and waited. He'd been waiting for an hour when Harry finally graced him with his prescence. He took one look at Draco, and looked like he was going to panic and turn around and flee back into his common room but Draco grabbed him. Harry tried to get away, frantically saying something about meaningless sex and feelings. Draco shut him right up by pushing him against the wall and gently kissed him for a full five minutes. When he pulled away he smirked, Harry was a mussed puddle of blushing mush and gave Draco a shy smile.
"I'm sorry." Harry thought he was going to faint, had he just heard Malfoy say he was sorry? "About the other night...I'm sorry - don't look like that! Get over it! Malfoys appologize, much to your obvious disbelief! Merlin, you'd think we didn't have manners. Now where was I... oh yes, I'm sorry for rushing into things like that and I really should of asked if that's what you wanted." Draco held his breath as he studied Harry.
"I really can't believe you appologized, I would never have thought to hear the word 'sorry' come out of your mouth. Ever. Especially to me of all people." Harry was still in a state of shock and Draco gave him a playful shove.
"Git, I have impeccable manners." Draco grinned and leaned his head down to Harry's neck, slowly licking from the hollow of muscle that connects the shoulder to the neck to the tip of his ear lobe.
"How do I know I can trust you? I don't just go around having meaningless sex with Slytherins. Like I said, Gryffindors don't work that way. Something to do with being noble and honest and what not." Draco smiled and placed a chaste kiss to Harry's neck before looking into those bright green eyes. Merlin, how I could get lost in those eyes.
"You trusted me when you figured out I switched sides." At Harry's nod he grinned and kissed him again, blissful to be dueling tongues with Harry instead of wands like they once would. Draco pulled back and looked Harry in the eye again, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Harry Potter, will you be my boyfriend?" Harry was slackjawed with disbelief.
"Malfoy, you've got to stop sending me into states of shock." Draco chuckled and laced his fingers with Harry's. "Officially?"
"Officially." Draco nodded and held his breath for Harry's answer. If he refused him, he thought he would probably die.
"Yes. But we have to keep it a secret, save for one confidant since Hermione already knows about the other night.." Draco was elated and pressed Harry against the wall for one more heated kiss before heading to dinner. Harry had to go back up to his room to relieve some...tension before going down to dinner.
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For the past hour and a half there had been a happy skip in Draco's walk and every now and again he would whistle after catching Harry's eye and grinning knowingly all through dinner. He was on his way back to his dorm room when Finnegan walked by him and shoved into him. Draco turned around, immediately angry.
"How dare you touch me, you filth!" Draco was reaching for his wand, but Seamus already had his trained on the Slytherin.
"What's got you so bloody happy, Malfoy?" Well, Draco couldn't just tell him! It was only a week or two since he had so gallantly saved Harry from Finnegan's accusations.
"Letter from my father saying how well the Dark Lord is doing, of course. What did you think, halfblood?" Draco placed his trademark I-am-Draco-Malfoy-and-you-will-cower-before-me-in-shame sneer as he sized the Gryffindor up, deciding whether or not he could throw himself bodily at Finnegan to knock him over. Turns out, the halfblood is rather good with bondage spells - the kinky git. Before he had a chance to react, to his disgust at all his training, he was bound with ropes and dragged into an old classroom.
"Disgusting little Death Eater, letter from daddy, huh? You're just daddy's little pet, aren't you?" Draco was silent as Seamus yanked his left arm up to examine the unmarked skin. "Well, where is it? What, do you have a glamour spell to hide it from Dumbledore? Is that why you're still in school - to spy on the headmaster? Or better yet - to kill Harry." At that, Draco covered a wince with a cough. The very thought of harming Harry made him sick. "Answer me!" Finnegan's fist connected with Draco's jaw.
Hermione was on her way to the library after dinner for a book when she heard Seamus Finnegan's unmistakable brogue yell 'Answer Me' and heard the sound of a jaw cracking when it connected with a fist. Oh god! I've got to stop him! She quickly rushed into the classroom she heard the commotion come from and froze. There one the floor, was Draco Malfoy with a bloody lip glaring disdainfully up at a hyperventilating and obviously quite pissed Seamus Finnegan. She could have sworn her heart jumped into her throat. It was only a half an hour since dinner when Harry had discretely told her he was with Draco. She silently pulled out her wand and stunned Seamus. She sighed and untied Draco. He akwardly thanked her.
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"Knight to E5." Harry was losing chess to Dean in the common room after dinner. It didn't matter, he was still elated about Draco asking him out, officially.
"Man, Harry, you're really off your game tonight." Harry shrugged. People were starting to stare, he was still grinning like a madman. Not that he wasn't used to people staring at him. Tonight, he just didn't notice. "Checkmate."
Harry looked at the board and frowned for the first time in two hours. "So I owe you 5 sickles then?" Dean nodded. "Hey Dean.. I was wondering if you might know why Seamus has been acting... weird for the past two weeks?" Dean sighed.
"I dumped him, a few weeks ago." Oh. Well, that explains everything. It explains why he kissed him so recklessly that night, it explains why he was being jealous and possessive when he got that hickey, and it explained why Seamus hadn't been talking to him since. They sat in a companianable silence for a few minutes before Harry had a thought.
"Dean, how do boys.. have sex?" Dean burst out laughing and Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Dean motioned for him to follow him and led him up to their dorm. For a brief moment, Harry was afraid Dean was going to give him a hands on explanation. His thoughts were whisked away when Dean tossed a leather bound black book onto his bed. He went to it and flipped it over. In gold lettering, the words Kama Sutra were lined across the top. He flipped through the pages and his eyes widened at pages and pages of animated sex positions for boys. He turned to Dean who was grinning smugly and thanked him in wide-eyed wonder and flopped onto his bed to study his new book.
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Harry and Draco were working on their homework at eleven on a Wednesday night in the Room of Requirement. Harry was working on a Potions essay while Draco was researching his Transfiguration topic. After about an hour, Harry was starting to struggle. He understood the concept after a week of Draco's careful tutoring every other night, but when he tried to explain it back in words that Snape wouldn't fail him for... things were a bit more complicated. Draco was mixed between reading the passage from his Transfiguration text and watching Harry fidget in thought. Draco was doing his best not to smile and reach across the table and ruffle his boyfriend's hair. Suddenly, Harry looked up and sighed.
"How would you explain the reaction to a Sleeping Draught when the Wormwood is added?" For a minute, Draco just watched Harry. His cheeks were flushed with frustration and his eyes were a bright green. Of course, the Gryffindor was oblivious to his deliciousness.
"When you add the sliced Wormwood, the potion smokes for a full minute and then bubbles until it turns turquiose and then almost clear with still the slightest hint of blue left." Harry's face lit up and he looked over to the blonde with a shy smile.
"Will I ever get this stuff?" Harry blushed slightly and averted his eyes to the table. Draco shrugged and chuckled.
"You do alright, now that you have such a genius teaching you. How lucky you are." Harry looked up and his shy smile turned into a sly smirk. He got up slowly and slinked around the table to straddle the blonde's lap. "I like this development."
"I guess since I just don't understand yet, you'll just have to teach me more, yea?" Harry purred seductively and licked lightly at the shell of the Slytherin's ear lobe. Draco shivered and his hands immediately went to Harry's hips to pull the brunette closer. Harry gently plucked the Transfigurations text from Draco's lap and closed it on the table. He turned back towards his boyfriend and pressed their mouths together, tongue stroking Draco's bottom lip gently at first and then becoming more persistent until he nipped at the blonde's lip and was granted passage. Their tongues battled for dominance for a few minutes, both regaling in the heat and passion coursing through their veins and making their blood pump faster. Harry won and pressed his hips down against Draco's persistently, causing the usually controlled blonde beneath him to writhe and buck up against his hips. Draco shamelessly rubbed his growing errection against Harry's hipbone everytime Harry pressed his hips down.
After frotting against each other, Draco pushed hard and caused Harry to tumbled off of his lap to the floor. The green eyed boy looked up, confused for a moment, until Draco was straddling his hips and alternation between sucking and nipping at his neck. Harry moaned and rolled them both over, determined to have the upperhand in this. He knew he was the only one in the room with any knowledge on the subject of sex between two men, hence their last encounter with Draco trying to thrust into him with no preperation.
Harry leaned down and mirrored what Draco had just been doing to him. Draco's hands fisted tufts of his black, unruly hair and writhed beneath him- all the while making keening sounds in the back of his throat everytime Harry hit a sensitive spot. Harry slowly unbottoned the blonde's shirt and pushed it open, revealing pale flesh and taut seeker-muscle. His mouth watered at the sight and he greedily bent down and bit down hard on a nipple and tugging at it - causing Draco to moan loudly and buck against him, while his other hand tweaked at the other nipple. He soothed the tortured nub with his tongue, swirling around in figure eights and tight circles and then repeating the ritual on the other nipple before trailing his tongue in curving paths down the taut muscle twitching beneath the pale skin. In his wake he left a quickly cooling wet path that made Draco shiver. Harry was fingering the waistband of Draco's tented trousers and looking up at him with lust-filled green eyes. He knew where things were heading, but now it was clear. With Harry's fingers dipping below the waistband, the question was obvious. Can I go on?
"Are you sure you're ready? It's only been a week since-" Draco was cut off by Harry dragging himself back up the blonde's body to seal their lips in another one of their searing kisses. Harry pulled away and bent his head to Draco's neck and bit into the skin there, almost possessively and the action made Draco's already painfully hard cock twitch. Harry looked back up and nodded before slinking back down the pale body to unbutton the trousers. He glanced up and green eyes held silver ones as the trousers and boxers beneath were stripped away in one fluid motion.
Suddenly, the rush of air to his cock and legs made him flush and feel very naked and vulnerable in front of Harry. He made to cover himself but Harry caught his hand in his and laced their fingers together, staring down intently at his rigid cock.
"Just going to stare at it, are you? Much to popular rumor, I don't like that much attention in that way." He smirked but Harry looked up and his eyes seemed to darken further. He leaned his head down and pressed his lips experimentally to the tip. Merlin, I'm going to get my first blowjob... breathe... breathe...
"Mine." Harry whispered the word before he opened his mouth and uncerimoniously took Draco fully into his mouth. Draco's hips bucked at the sudden wet heat his cock was engulfed in. Oh Gods, it's heaven. They were laying on a thick bear rug not far from the fire and Draco was fisting tufts of fur in his hands and bucking his hips again.
"Gods... Merlin, Harry.. oh..." Harry's hands came up and held Draco's hips in place to keep the blonde from choking him to death. He experimentally sucked hard up the length once and was rewarded with a loud moan. Heh... so you're a screamer, are you love? He took the whole length back in his mouth and curled his tongue around the base and squeezed, and heard another gutteral moan in response. The book had told him to relax his throat to take a cock deeper, so all week he had practiced on stolen bananas from the kitchens at night. Counting on the sounds Draco was making, he could guess he was doing it right.
Harry was a nervous wreck, but congratulated himself on being so composed for the last fifteen minutes. It was his first time too and he wanted it to be just right. He dragged his tongue up the vein on the underside of the blonde's cock and dipped his tongue into the slit to gather the pearly fluid onto his tongue. It was bitter and salty, but he could handle that. It wasn't so bad that he would be sick or anything. He took Draco's cock deep into his throat again and felt the pale body seize up for a half a second, cock twitching in his mouth before a scream was heard throughout the room and Draco was coming harder than he ever had before down Harry's throat and Harry was working hard to swallow the load. Draco relaxed against the rug and panted until his breathing was under control again. Harry looked up and caught his eye, wiping a glob of white from the corner of his mouth. Harry leaned forward and caught his lips, hands still roaming pale flesh and leaving hot fire in their wake.
He reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a tube of lotion that Dean had conjured for him and coated his fingers. He bent his head down and gently lapped at Draco's still half hard cock. Draco whimpered and jolted when something cold and wet was pressing gently at his entrance and after a minute of resistance he heard Harry whisper "Relax" and then a finger was pressing into him and it felt odd and painful at first. Harry slowly moved his finger in and out until he felt the tight heat loosening slightly enough to add a second finger. Draco felt like his entire body was on fire, he was being stretched by Harry's fingers and it was good but sore. Then Harry twisted his fingers and he bumped into a spot deep inside him that sent renewed fire straight to his cock and he let out a yelp. Harry grinned and looked up at him. Fuck, he looks good between my legs, licking my cock like that... bloody wanton prat. "What the bloody hell was that!"
"That, love, is your prostate." Harry pulled his fingers out ever so slightly and thrust back into the spot and gods he was hard again. Then Harry was pulling out his fingers and getting undressed. His cock was like a piece of art that made his mouth water at the mere sight. He was lathering it up with the lotion and pulling Draco's legs up and hooking his legs around his waist. He positioned himself at Draco's entrance and locked eyes with the blonde. "Ready?"
At Draco's nod he gently pushed in and when Draco cried out he made to pull out and appologize but the blonde's legs held him in place. He moved forward again and forgot what the book said about waiting and began thrusting. Draco's scream made him stop immediately and he looked up at the blonde. Bugger, I'm going to bollocks this up, it was supposed to be good and happy but this heat... I can hardly fucking contain myself.
"Just... bloody.. wait." Draco's cheeks were flushed and he was panting and his face was contorted.
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean- you're so bloody tight and.." Draco tugged on his shoulders and pulled him down to lock their lips together, thrusting his tongue into Harry's mouth the same time his heels dug into the small of the brunette's back and making him thrust in all the way. Harry moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it, pulling Harry closer to him. At first it felt strange to be filled and when he was used to it he squirmed, needing to feel some kind of friction. He pulled away from the kiss and looked up at his boyfriend. And, oh, how hard he was again.
"Move, Potter."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He pictured what the book told him in his head and pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, the friction heaven to his throbbing cock. Draco closed his eyes at the painful twinge that still went through him when Harry thrust back in and Harry tried a different angle. When he thrust back in he hit that spot he found with his fingers and it made Draco cry out in ecstacy.
"There, Harry, right there.. gods... harder.. harder!" Harry wasn't one to complain, with Draco surrounding his cock and convulsing muscles squeezing him tightly. In the midst of the lust that was overtaking him, he snaked his hand up a pale thigh to wrap his still-slicked fingers around Draco's cock and stroked once, twice, three times and Draco was coming and squeezing him so tight that he came a half a second later. Their cries were in unison and they slumped together onto the bear rug, both panting. When Draco recovered, he played with Harry's hair.
"You know, I had you pegged for a virgin, Potter."
"I was, you're my first." Well that was a surprise, considering they were both newly proclaimed gays and it had been their first time and Harry knew a hell of a lot more than he did.
"Then how did you know what the hell you were doing?" Harry pushed himself up onto his forearms and smirked down at the blonde. He reached over to his robe and pulled out the Kama Sutra book and rolled over to let Draco sit up. He cast cleaning spells on them both and tossed the book into the blonde's lap. Draco looked at the little black leather-bound book and fingered the gold lettering. Kama... Sutra? The hell is a Kama Sutra? He opened the book and flipped through pages and pages of men moving together and his eye's widened at the sight. He was silent for a few minutes as he flipped through, eyes growing wider and wider while Harry watched him, smirking.
"That's how I knew what to do. Dean gave it to me after he told me him and Seamus split up. Said they wouldn't be needing it anymore..." Harry shrugged and watched as Draco turned to him, wide eyes glazed over.
"Potter, I'm topping next time."
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It was Saturday morning. Three days after his blissful first time with his boyfriend. Halloween was in a week and Harry was still wearing a goofy grin when Hedwig tapped on the window with a message from the Order. Only when he read the message did the smile disappear. There had been heightened Death Eater activity and an Order meeting was called that night after dinner. The message was a portkey that would transport him when he said 'phoenix feather'. Harry got dressed for the day and folded the parchment and put it inside a pocket inside his robe. He strolled down to breakfast and was delighted when a certain blonde caught him in an alcove and snogged his socks off.
Later, after dinner, Hermione, Ron and Harry gathered around Harry's message while one of them said the password. Harry felt the familiar tug behind his naval a moment before he was tumbling through space and landing ungracefully on the floot of the stairs of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Hermione lifted him to his feet and dusted him off and the trio made their way into the dining room. Hermione sat close to Ron and their hands found each other. Harry sat next to Lupin and hid a grin when Draco strolled in and caught his eye. Before either could get a word out, Dumbledore stood at the head of the table.
"I'd like to welcome, officially, to the Order of the Phoenix, Draco Malfoy. A word before we get down to business, everyone knows about Draco except you Harry, I'd like you both to stop with your silly rivalry. You are fighting for the same cause now and to continue in your petty arguments would be pointless." Harry smiled and held up a hand to stop the headmaster's speech while Moody sat in the corner and eyed Draco doubtfully.
"Oh, on the contrary, sir, I knew just as well as any of you that Malfoy switched sides. The only difference is that I had to find out for myself. As usual, I was kept in the dark." Harry's voice had started out calmly and had risen an octave when he was done speaking. Remus put a hand on Harry's shoulder and was quiet in his explanation.
"You see Harry, we thought if we told you, hence your constant fights, that you would of lost control of your anger and done something rash." Oh that was rich. Harry bit back the urge to laugh and stood, skirting around the table until he was standing next to his secret boyfriend. He looked around at the faces surrounding the table, people that thought it unimportant to tell him his ex-enemy had switched sides. Snape rolled his eyes, Hermione smiled knowingly, Ron looked like he might drop on his knees and beg forgiveness for deceiving Harry, Moody was still eyeing Draco with suspicion, Arthur and Molly were giving him what he would expect would be stern looks his own parents would give him to make him cooperate, Dumbledore watched him in silence, and Lupin looked like he was ready to jump up and tackle him if he did something rash. They want to see rash? Harry grinned mischievously.
"You want to see rash? Maybe this will teach you to doubt me in the future. Hell, if you're going to force the burden of the deed on me, don't bother keeping me in the dark anymore. I'll give you rash." With that, Harry promptly spun his boyfriend to face him and caught pale lips in a heated kiss, biting Draco's lower lip and then sucking it into his mouth before plunging his tongue into Draco's mouth. Draco molded to his body and moaned while Harry caught a quick glimpse of the room. Remus was mid wide-eyed apology, Dumbledore sat at the head of the table twinkling, Hermione giggled while Ron freaked out, Moody grumbled and stalked out of the room, Tonks grinned, Molly and Arthur were startled, while Snape looked positively livid and was stalking toward them.
"Potter, I am going to kill you." Oh Snape was livid, indeed.
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A/N: First, I should be stoned on the lateness of this chapter... I am a terrible author to fans. Once again, sorry canon!seamus fans, but it's needed :) Harry/Draco fans- look, I have produced your smutty first time boy!sex chapter! And sappy fluff fans, now they're boyfriends :) No meaningless sex here! We love the feedback we get on this fic, it's like crack and it fuels us to write wonderfully smutty chapters with plot :3
lovelessx's stupid epiphany: In lieu of it being less than 2 weeks till HPB comes out and this being set in 6th year... it will either be rushed (crappily) to finish before the 6th book comes out and crushes hopes again of h/d fans everywhere with the goodness that is HPB or it will be put on hold until after and will disregard that the 6th book is out and will go on happily until the end. If you would be so kind as to review this chapter and let us know which you prefer, us to stop before/after HPB comes out or go on before/after HBP comes out. Many thanks.