A/N: I know that this chappy took a long time, but I got writer's block halfway through. And then I've been trying to move in to my new house, and then last Thursday it was my birthday. Sweet 16! Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
DISCLAIMER: No, Harry Potter is not mine. No, nothing related to Harry Potter is mine. Yes, this is just a fanfiction. No, do not sue me.
REVIEWS:
Kaikiki It was a "Harry is better time", but as for worrying about Alex, that problem will arise again.
teresabloom No, the incident from Draco's childhood does not have anything to do with the story. It was just showing why Draco feels how he feels about muggles, how he was innocent at one time, how cruel his father was, and how he would open up to Harry.
creepy clown doll Yes, the Dursley thing has significance. You'll find out specifically why in the next chapter (Chapter 18).
yehudi13 Yes, Lucius is in Azkaban and Narcissa is visiting family, it's just Harry and Draco…for now.
Siiarrei Yes, I get the idea. Alex knew very much what he was doing, but he hadn't planned on getting caught. Nicolas was Alex's ex (keep in mind, Harry looks like Alex's ex, and Draco looks like Harry's ex) and seduced him into the situation. More on that in Chapter 18.
And a special thanks to my other reviewers: MrS-SiRiUs-BlAcK, From The Dark I will Rise, Shania Maxwell, Sezza Rikda, Gryffindor16, ozumas girl, Samilys, and iluvdanrad.
CHAPTER 17: CLOSE TO GETTING SOMEHarry was in the guest bedroom that he was going to be staying in while at Malfoy Manor. He didn't have many belongings, and the break was only for a week, so he hadn't brought many things. Mostly just clothes and his Potion's homework, Snape having been the only teacher to give assignments over Christmas.
"Do you want to change and then go down to the study?"
Harry jumped at the voice. He turned around and saw the Slytherin in his doorway, leaning his body against the frame.
"Sorry, did I scare you?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah."
"Why are you so jumpy?" Draco asked, his question seeming more like a tease than actual concern. The blonde walked into the room and stopped in front of Harry. His grey eyes looked into the other boy's. "Are you afraid?"
Harry laughed. "Of you? Please." He playfully pushed Draco and walked toward the bed so he could put his book, The Life And Times Of Hippogriffs, on the bedside table. It was an early Christmas gift from Hermione, and he was actually looking forward to reading it.
He placed it on the side table, and then found himself being pushed back and onto the bed. A sweet mouth, tempting him and driving him to a frenzy, suddenly embraced his lips. He responded to the kiss, his tongue fighting back for dominance. His hands roamed along Draco's back, and he felt the sinewy arms traveling along his legs and sides. The kissing and the touching quickly caused Harry to become hard, and feeling his erection, Harry pulled away from Draco and sat on the bed, legs crossed and leaning forward.
"What is it?" Draco asked, his face confused. "I thought you were enjoying it."
Harry blushed. "I was…I was enjoying it a little…too much."
Draco looked over the raven-haired boy, and the way he was sitting on the bed. He smiled, slyly. "You have a hard-on, don't you?"
Blushing deeper, Harry nodded. Draco sat on the edge of the bed, his legs draping over it, body twisted to face the Golden Boy, who was currently trying to get his trousers to lay flat in front. Pale hands pushed his aside, and Harry looked up at Draco. The Slytherin was not looking at him. He was concentrating on Harry's pants, and the latter only noticed this once his trousers were unbuttoned and the zipper being pulled down.
"Draco." Harry said, his voice cracking at the last syllable. The blonde laughed, softly, his hand digging down the Gryffindor's pants and boxers. His hand wrapped around the semi-hard prick. Only then did he look into the ivy pools that were Harry's eyes. He searched for fear, but only found doubt.
"Harry," he said, "do you want me to stop."
"Yes," The Gryffindor began, "and no."
"What do you mean?"
"I…want this…but…"
"But not from me?"
"No! That's not what I said. I do want to do this, with you, but…I don't want to hurt you."
"Really, Potter, I don't think your cock is big enough to hurt me."
"Draco!" Harry glared at the smiling boy. "That's not what I meant!"
Draco raised his unoccupied hand. "I know. I know! I was just teasing." He smirked and leaned forward, his lips next to Harry's ear. "But perhaps it's the wrong kind of teasing."
Draco began to move his hand up and down Harry's length. He watched the boy's face, but no change occurred. Potter may as well have been reading about bloody hippogriffs. Draco scowled and pulled his hand away.
"What wrong with you?" He asked.
Harry shook his head. "Nothing. I just…don't want to."
"Don't want to what?"
"Draco, please." Harry pleaded. "This is me…not you. There's nothing wrong with you."
"Oh, don't you give me the It's-Not-You-It's-Me speech!" Draco stood and proceeded to walk out of the room. He paused when he felt warm arms embrace him from behind. Harry rested his face on Draco's shoulder.
"Draco, please. Don't be mad at me. I'm not line-ing you, I promise. I'm just…tired. That's all. Later…if you want to…we can…I mean, I wouldn't say no…"
Draco sighed and smiled. "Fine then. Later tonight, after dinner…and I'm topping."
He walked away then, undoing himself from the arms of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was left standing in the middle of his room, wondering how Draco got the idea that he was willing to go so far with him, considering their lack of a relationship.
Harry settled on his bed to read, but was disturbed an hour past by a house elf knocking on his door.
"Young Lord Malfoy requests you in the parlor for dinner. I am told to escort you there."
Harry told him to hold on a sec, and changed out of his T-shirt and into a nice, button up silk shirt that was the color of sea foam. It was Alex's favorite, and Harry felt a twinge of sadness as he thought that he was now wearing it to impress Draco rather than the white-haired muggle.
The brown elf led Harry down to the main floor and into the parlor. The walls were a dark maroon color, and the rug was thick and black. Draco sat at the end of a small dining table. He stood as Harry walked in, and raven-haired boy was able to see that he was wearing black jeans and a white dress shirt. Harry smirked.
"Are you going to be bussing tables or taking orders?"
Draco glared at him. He was smart enough to know that at muggle restaurants, the waiters normally wore white tops and black bottoms.
"Very funny, Potter." He said, using the surname to show that he was annoyed.
Harry smiled at the Slytherin, and then looked around the room. It was decorated with dark wood furniture and silver ornaments. On a small table there was a vase with a green snake painted upon it. The dining table was set with simple silverware and seemingly new china.
"Come on." Draco said, returning to his seat. "Sit down."
The table was small enough to fit four people, so it wasn't too large for the two boys.
"Is this where you usually eat?" Harry asked.
Draco smiled. "No. Normally I just eat in my room." He made seductive eyes at Harry as a couple of tan house elves put bowls of soup in front of them. "You can see that after dinner."
"See what?" Harry asked.
"My bedroom."
Harry looked away, and he heard Draco laugh.
The dinner was superb. The soup was thick and spiced, the steak had been perfectly cooked, and the apple pie for dessert melted on the tongue. The two teens were thoroughly full by the end.
"I don't think I've ever tasted food so good." Harry commented as they went to the study for after dinner tea.
"That's because you're at Malfoy Manor. What did you expect other than true perfection, Mr. Potter?"
A house elf brought the tea, bowing before he (or she?) left the room. Draco locked the door behind…it. Harry didn't notice.
"When did you get house elves? I thought you only had one."
"You mean the one you lost us?"
"Yes, that one." Harry smiled, innocently, causing Draco to roll eyes.
"My father has…had his ways."
Harry felt a bit guilty at the use of a past tense. "He's not dead, you know."
"Yes, I know." Said Draco, sitting down in a forest green armchair next to his guest. "I already told you that I don't hold my father's imprisonment against you."
They sat next to each other, neither touching the tray of tea, nor looking at the other. The golden fire in front of them ignited their skin in its glow, shining a hellish light upon the room.
"Do you still think love is just war?" Draco asked, breaking the spell that had naturally fallen.
Harry was surprised by the question. "Well…I haven't been told otherwise."
"What if I show you?" Draco stood up and walked over to Harry's chair. The blonde straddled his hips, hands toying at the collar of the green shirt. "War can't have passion…sensations of ecstasy. I can show you…Harry." He licked the edge of the Gryffindor's ear, relishing in the shiver it caused.
"Gods, yes. Draco." Harry swallowed.
"The Slytherin smiled, then stood up. He took Harry's hands, and the boy rose to his feet. They walked a few steps in front of the chairs and before the fire. The heat of the flames seeped past their clothes to shed a warm blanket-like effect upon the flesh.
Draco captured the Golden Boy's lips with his, tongue defiantly probing his mouth until the soft lips bore apart. Fingers pushed buttons through gaps, and soon enough, Harry's shirt was thrown aside and smooth hands were exploring the exposed skin.
Both boys kicked off shoes and yanked off socks, chucking them aside. Harry's hands roamed to undo the Slytherin's shirt, but they were slapped away. Now and then the kiss would end and gasps of air would be drawn into abused lungs. Moments later, their mouths would be entangled again.
Draco undid his own shirt and pulled it off. He leaned forward, and flesh ignited flesh. Both teens gasped and the kisses stopped. They stared at each other, and Draco feared that Harry would freak and run away. He didn't, so the blonde trailed a hand from its resting place behind the Gryffindor's neck down his shoulder, chest, stomach. It teased the area right above Harry's trousers.
"Harry…is this alright?" Draco inquired.
"It's more than right. It's perfect." Harry replied.
They smiled at each other. Draco unbuttoned the Gryffindor's pants, and then pulled down the zipper. His eyes never left the green pools. Together, the boys lowered to the floor and Harry laid back onto the dust colored carpet. The light from the fire played over his skin, changing its colors from tan to orange to the color of sweet potatoes.
Draco licked a trail up from his stomach to his neck, where he began to bite and kiss the deliciousness that was Harry Potter. His hands continued working at the pants, and he kneeled so that he could take them off. They revealed black and grey striped boxers. Draco smirked.
"I thought you were more of a briefs guy."
Harry smiled at his comment. "Briefs are the symbol of a mama's boy."
"And you are?"
"Not."
Draco laughed at that, and then pulled down the boxers and piled them on top of the discarded slacks. Harry's cock was exposed to the room, and he blushed slightly. Draco gripped it in his right hand, thumb pushing up against the head of it.
"It's beautiful, Harry."
"It's just a penis, Draco. You have one too-oo-ah!"
Draco had swallowed up the half-hard prick into his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns along it. After realizing that Potter had nothing more to say, he removed it and licked the head, teasingly. Engulfing the stiffness within his wet cavern again, Draco began to mouth-fuck his Gryffindor treat. He continued his devouring, and then trailed his tongue down the under of the shaft. He played with Harry's balls with his fingers, slippery from his saliva. His tongue continued down to toy with the two roundness'. He sucked them into his mouth like oxygen, then darted his tongue across them.
Harry's hand hung over his eyes, his face pink with passion and ecstasy. Now and then a purr or groan would trickle past his soft lips. He gasped as Draco's tongue teasing moved down to tentatively lick around his anal entrance, but he didn't protest. He was engulfed with a fire-like sensation as he felt himself being probed, and finally penetrated by the Slytherin's tongue. His back arched up, bottom pushing itself into Draco's mouth.
The blonde smirked at Harry's reactions. He removed his mouth and inserted his index finger. Harry moaned in deep pleasure. With the Gryffindor apparently having no problem with the way Draco was proceeding, the latter continued what he was doing, creating a steady pace with his hand. He delighted in Harry whispering his name, and he sped up a bit. The Boy-Who-Lived trembled under his touch, and Draco's free hand gripped around the ignored prick.
The Slytherin continued what he was doing and was starting to add a second finger, when he suddenly withdrew his hands altogether. Harry lifted his head, eyes opening to see what had happened. Draco stood up and walked to the table between the chairs on which the tea was set upon. He opened the singer drawer on it and removed a small bottle. Harry realized it must be a lube of some kind, and he smiled, catching the eye of the blonde who was approaching him.
"Is that where you always keep that?"
Draco glanced at the bottle in his hand. "Well…it's where my dad kept it."
Their eyes met, and they slightly shivered at the same time at thought. Realizing what they had done, they giggled nervously. Draco knelt down between Harry's legs again and squirted some of the lube into his hand, covering his fingers with it. He then added two fingers into Harry, who gasped, back arching and eyes squeezing shut.
Proceeding to finger-fuck and jerk off the Golden Boy, Draco felt himself get harder, and start to lose control of his actions. His fingers curved and brushed against the prostate, causing Harry to gasp and buck forward slightly. Draco opened his mouth to apologize, but stopped when Harry called out.
"Gods, Draco!"
He remembered that Harry had had a past before, so was most likely accustomed to the bundle of nerves within him. Either way, Draco continued to just barely touch the spot in order to prolong the Gryffindor's orgasm. Moans and whispers of Draco's name escaped Harry more often now, and Draco guessed that he was getting close. He was now using four fingers to pleasure his tan peer, and he decided that Potter was ready for him. However, whether or not the boy wanted him to go the whole way was unknown to Draco. He'd know soon enough.
Draco removed his fingers, leaving Harry in a mess of quick breathing and shaking limbs. He took of his pants, and his cock bounded up to his stomach, stiff and hard. Harry didn't comment on Draco going commando, because he was too preoccupied with the beautiful pink organ in front of him. He drew in a breath as the Slytherin placed himself at Harry's entrance.
Draco paused, his grey eyes locking with Harry's green ones.
"Harry, I'll stop if you don't want to - "
"I do." Harry interjected.
They stared at each other for another moment, and then, eyes never leaving, Draco braced himself to push forward and in.
A knock came at the door. Both boys jumped, Draco standing and Harry sitting up.
"Shit." Cursed Draco, under his breath. He grabbed his pants and lifted them over his hard-on. Harry crawled over to his clothes and the blonde waited until the boy had his boxers and pants on. The knock came again.
"Hold on!" Draco shouted, grabbing his shirt and buttoning it up as quickly as Harry was. They were both dressed, if a bit messy and flushed. Draco received a nod from Harry signaling he was ready, and then unlocked and flung open the door. A moss-green house elf stood timidly in the doorway. It cowered at the glare coming from its master.
"What?" Draco asked, trying to keep his voice down. The elf twitched.
"Pardons, sir…sirs. But…there is a man at the door who wishes to speak to the…um…persons living here. He said he was looking for mis...mister Potter…and I put him in the sitting room."
Draco stood up straight. "Fine then. I'll be there in a minute. Go."
The elf scurried away. The Hogwarts boys attempted to fix their hair in the hall mirror before heading down hall to the sitting room by the grand front door. Draco walked in first, and Harry stood outside the door for a while, just in case it was someone who didn't need to know he was there, even though it seemed the person had come to see him. Draco popped his head back out and nodded at the Gryffindor, signaling that it was all right for him to come in.
The visitor was sitting in a large, blue armchair facing the fire. He was turned away from the two boys. Draco walked toward him.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he demanded of the figure.
The man, Harry guessed it was a man, stood up slowly, his back in shadows from the flickering light of the fireplace. He turned slowly, and walked forward. Harry gasped.
"Alex!"
A/N: How's that for a cliffhanger? Don't hurt me! I'll try to get out the next chapter, but school's almost out, after a week of finals, and then I don't have a computer at my house yet. It may be a while, but please don't ditch me! I promise, the ending will be good! I'm gonna guess about three more chapters left in this story, and they will be good. I may then write a sequel if it's demanded. Please review!