Disclaimers: I don't own any of J.K's characters, I would never steal anything from her and claim it as my own. I respect her her much, she's my favourite author and I love her books.
Authors Notes: Hello everybody! yes, I'm still here, still working on drunk... first of all: So many huge apologizes for not updating sooner! I was planning to do it much ealier, but a lot of stuff happened in my life,I justcouldn't find the inspiation or what it's called... My grandmother died. Very, very sad,we were so close! I also have a big history repport coming it's way. I need to write that before I can consentrate fully on Drunk again, but as a makeup for that, I made this chapter longer than normally. I hope you'll like it! I feel so lucky I get these great reviews! keep them coming, you don't have to write me an entire novel, but just let me know how you like it ;) - or hate it! Enjoy!
Warning: Thischapteris very much NC-17. If you don't like sex between two guys, then run! Run as fast as you can!
Drunk
Chapter 9
Help
He was running as fast as he could. The sound of his shoes against the floor made an echo through the dark corridors and could easily have waken up a teacher.
But Harry didn't care. Something was wrong, he could feel it.
He opened the door to one of the toilets and peeked in. "Draco?" he called, noticing that his voice sounded thick with fear.
He wasn't here.
"I should have brought my bloody Marauders Map!" he thought, turning around and continuing down to the Slytherin dungeons.
He finally reached the portrait hole, but then he stopped. He didn't know the password.
"Please," he whispered. "Please, open the door!" the portrait, which was a green snake, lifted its head with a hiss.
"The passssword", it said looking at him with big yellow eyes.
"I don't now the password,it's an emergency," he pleaded. The snake hissed again. It almost sounded like a snicker.
"I will not let in a sssstranger", it said. "You mussst tell me the passssword"
"Oh, to hell with it," Harry said angrily. The he started banging on the door with his fists.
"Someone, open the door! I need to get in!"
There was a small pause. Harry held his breath. Footsteps could be heard behind the portrait hole.
Then a very tired Pansy Parkinson slowly opened the door. Harry couldn't help smiling at her ruffled hair and smudged eyes.
"Potter?" She looked at him in disbelieve. "What the hell are you doing down here?" She stepped out from the hole and closed the door behind her. Harry hesitated. He suddenly didn't know what to say.
Pansy looked at him impatiently. "Well then, speak up! What do you want? I won't let you inside the Slytherin common room, so you bloody well start speaking before I go back!" She had already turned towards the portrait hole, when Harry finally opened his mouth.
"I need to find Draco".
Pansy froze with one food inside the common room. "Excuse me?" she once again turned to face him, but this time she looked much more awake. She crossed her arms. "You need to find... who?"
Harry coughed slightly. "Malfoy, I need to find Malfoy, it's important!"
"You said Draco."
"Yes, butI meant Malfoy, now could you, -"
"- Why are you calling him Draco?"
Harry was loosing his patience. "Look, there's no time for explanations but you need to tell me where I can find him!"
Pansy just looked at him. Then her lips twisted into an evil grin.
"Oh my, are you in love with Draco Malfoy?"
Harry took a step back shaking his head violently. They can't know!
"Me? In love!? Haha, no way!" it didn't sound convincingly. Oh my god... I am in love with him!
Pansy took a step forward. Her eyes shone with a dangerously victoriously light that scared Harry. He backed against the wall, being trapped between that and Pansy.
"Yes you are... why, if I don't believe that the famous Harry Potter has a crush... and it's on a Slytherin! Oh my god, this is good!" she said grinding her hands.
"Pansy, just... tell me where he is!"
"No."
Harry stared at her. "What?"
"I said, no"
"Yeah, I heard that. Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why can't you just tell me?"
"Because I don't know."
"Shit..." Harry let a hand run through is hair, sighing irritably.
"Do you have any idea where he might be?"
Pansy thought for a minute. Then she took a deep breath.
"Well, he does have his hide-outs..."
"Tell me where they are!" he had fritted too much time away, he had to hurry up.
Pansy threw her head back andlaughed.
"Hahaha, why on earth should I help you, Potter? You, - "suddenly the door opened behind them, and a dark head appeared from behind it.
Harry's eyes widened as he recognized the boy's face.
"Dean?" he said incredulously. Pansy hid her face with her hands and groaned.
"Pansy? Why are you standing out here for? Come back into bed soon, I'm cold!"
Dean disappeared behind the portrait hole. Apparently he hadn't noticed Harry. Harry looked at Pansy, an evil smile playing on his lips.
"So..." he said. "I think you and I may have a deal, huh?"
"Remind me again why I'm doing this!" Pansy said, her teeth chattering loudly in her mouth. They were climbing the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, and the higher they went, it just became colder and colder. Harry noticed that Pansy was only wearing a thin pyjama and no shoes. He took of his cloak and held it out for her. "You can wear my cloak if you want, -"
"You don't need to play polite with me, Potter, I loath you just as much as you loath me!"
Harry shrugged, and started to put his cloak back on. "Well, freeze if you want to!"
She looked at him for a second. Then she snatched the cloak from hisfist, and put it around her shoulders without looking at him.
Harry couldn't help but smiling.
They finally reached the door to the Astronomy Tower, and Pansy stopped.
"This is normally where he hides... we've already checked the other places so this must be it."
"Why does he hide himself away like that?" Harry asked, curiously. He suddenly wanted to learn every little detail of Draco's life. Wanted to know Draco.
"No one knows... sometimes he just disappears. Even for days!"
Harry nodded slightly. He liked lonelyness too."I think I understand."
Pansy looked at him weirdly. "Well...!" She reached up a hand and pushed the door open. Then they climbed the last few stairs to the Tower.
The ghostly light from the stars which shone through the skylights, lightened up the room and made it easy for Harry to see.
At first he thought they once again had been looking the wrong place, but then he heard something.
Gasping.
Behind one of the soft couches, Harry saw a small figure sitting with his arms around his knees, his head hidden in his lap.
The light was reflected in his silver hair, making Harry feel allured by its beauty.
"It is him!" he breathed.
He slowly walked to where Draco was sitting, and sat down in front of him.
He reached out a hand and brushed it against Draco's cheek. It was wet from tears. Harry felt his heart drop. Draco had been crying.
"Draco... Malfoy, what's wrong?"
No response. Draco only kept gasping with little quick intakes of air.
"I think he's in chock!"
Pansy, who had been standing in the other end of the room, came rushing to where they were sitting. "Draco! Draco, Please talk to us!" Harry looked at her. He had never thought that Slytherins could be showing any kind emotions, well, except for Draco, hadn't he perhaps exposed some emotions when they were sharing that look earlier that night?
Draco remained silent.
"What are we going to do?" Pansy's eyes filled with tears as the two of them looked at the somehow frozen Draco.
"There's a weird smell around him..." Harry said, suddenly noticing a kind of shield around Draco. "I know that smell... and I can see the aura of someone else around him." Harry looked at Pansy. "If I only knew, - AAAARHHH! "He was suddenly thrown backwards by invisible forces; his scar burned as had someone lit a fire in his forehead. "Oh god!" he rolled around on the floor, the pain was almost too much to bear. He was starting to lose consciousness when the burning suddenly stopped.
He stayed where he was at the floor, breathing heavily. Then he felt a hand on his forehead. It was a cold, soft hand, and it stroked his scar making the pain disappear.
He looked up into big, grey eyes.
Draco was learned over him, looking at him with a strange dozed look.
Harry sat up slowly, not breaking the eye contact.
They sat opposite each other, both seeming to be in a kind of trance.
"Voldemort..." Harry began.
Draco flinched.
"What did he do to you?" He wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"He... hurt me." Draco still didn't look away.
"I know" Harry took Draco's hand.
"You..." he closed his eyes. "You smell like him. He's all over you."
Somewhere in the dark, Harry could hear Pansy gasp.
"Harry... get him out of me!" Draco whispered.
"I don't know how... Draco, what did he do?"
"See..." Draco learned forward, making his forehead make contact with Harry's.
There was a sharp light. Then Harry was attacked by glimpses of a dark small room, a thin tall man, Draco... the man was... Draco was being... so many screams, feelings... hate, fear, shame, guilt, evilness... everything was so dark. It was the end of everything. No turning back...
Nothing!
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco. The boy was looking back at him with empty eyes. There used to be a light. Even if it was an evil light, a smug twinkle, a Happy light, a nasty glare there had been a light in those grey orbs.
Now there was only nothing.
"Get him out of me," Draco repeated. "I can't take it anymore, he has taken me, he's inside me..."
Harry held Draco's head between his hands. "Tell me what you need".
"Let me have you".
Harry stared into Draco's eyes. They were earnest. They were full of need. Draco needed him.
"I need you".
"Show me how. "
Pansy held her breath as she listened to the two boys' low whispering. She didn't know how to react to this new information. Her brain was screaming that this was wrong. Draco and Harry Potter, a Gryffindor, a local hero... and their biggest enemy -Draco's biggest enemy! When she saw Draco lean over Harry when the Gryffindor was lying on the floor, screaming, she couldn't believe her eyes. Harry was not the only one being in love. Somehow, along the way, her best "friend" had fallen in love with Harry too.
She noticed the way Draco looked at Harry, his eyes empty but... full of something elseshe couldn't describe.
Voldemort had done something terrible to Draco. She knew what it was, but she couldn't even think the words. She had wanted to embrace Draco, pull him into a hug and never let go. She wanted to comfort him, to love him... she wanted Draco to be loved; she wanted to make things better.
But the look in Draco's eyes stopped her, and she pulled back instead, looking with disbelieve as Draco touched Harry's forehead with such gentleness, as was Harry a fragile sculpture that was to break any minute.
Draco and Harry went silent. Pansy looked back and forth between them. Then she knew.
"Oh..."
They were going to... oh, she knew that kind of look in a boy's face. They didn't need her anymore.
Quietly, she left the room, closing the door behind her with a small thud.
They were alone.
"Show me how", Harry repeated with a whisper.
Draco raised his hand and touched Harry's cheek. "I... I must feel you. All of you!"
Harry only nodded. "All of me... you can have all of me"
Then he leaned forward at pressed his lips against Draco's.
Draco closed his eyes and let the feeling of Harry swim over him. Harry's lips were cold, but soft. They were moving slowly over his lips, making Draco sigh deeply and tangle his hands in Harry's thick, black hair. At the sound of Harry moaning, Draco opened his mouth. Harry's tongue entered immediately, and Draco sucked on it, tasting Harry's flavour, saving the memory of it in his heart.
Harry suddenly pulled back. He licked his lips and then turned his gaze to Draco's.
"I have never done this before..." He dropped his eyes. "I had never thought it would be with... I have no idea, how..." He stopped. Draco stroked Harry's cheek. "It's okay, Harry. Neither have I, but we'll figure it out. Trust me".
He put his hand on Harry's chest, gently pushing him backwards onto the floor.
"Help me, Harry... just relax!"
He settled himself on Harry's chest. He could feel Harry's chest rise and fall underneath him. He found the first bottom in Harry's shirt, and opened it. He leaned down and kissed the skin right above the chest. It was soft, dark skin. Golden skin, and it tasted salt and fresh. Systematically, he unbuttoned the rest of the red shirt, and Harry was now lying half-naked on the floor. His body was slim... strong and slim. He wasn't muscled, but Draco didn't care. "You have no idea how hot you are..." Draco said, looking at Harry hungrily.
Harry blushed. "Uhm... It's not like I get a lot of compliments...."
"You should..." Draco let both his hands roam over the naked flesh, Harry was so warm... so warm, so alive. He needed to feel that kind of warmness... the coldness of Voldemort still lingered to his skin, and he had to close his eyes for a moment, trying to forget those bad memories.
"Draco..." Harry whispered. "Are you okay?"
Draco opened his eyes and saw Harry look at him with concern in his green eyes.
"Yeah..." he said, a little breathless. "Just... don't talk."
Slowly, he let his hand trail Harry's stomach until it landed right above his crotch.
"Draco...!" Harry whispered, panic in his voice.
Draco held a finger against Harry's lips. "Just let it happen..."
Then he opened Harry's pants, and stuck in his hand.
"Shit!", Harry gasped loudly, squeezing Draco's writs. "Oh fuck!"
Through his eyelashes, Harry saw Draco lowering his head to suck at his left nipple. He hissed at the pleasure and not knowing what to do with his hands, he tangled them in Draco's hair, feeling the silky softness underneath his palms. Draco was stroking him with long, gentle strokes. He had never been this hard in his entire life; memories of lonely nights where he's been lying, masturbating to the sound of the other boy's snoring, suddenly seemed so long ago. This was so different. The fact that his once to be called, worst enemy, was sitting on him, doing things that Harry had never thought would happen to him – at least not with a boy – was so extremely strange and arousing, Harry thought he was going to pass out.
Suddenly, he felt Draco start to speed up, he became more... wild. He was attaching Harry with his mouth, his hands was all over his body, the one still on his cock, he was panting and whimpering, whispering little things that Harry could not hear.
"God, Harry..." he breathed. "I want you...!"
Harry didn't know what to say. He suddenly felt so dirty; it was as if Draco wasn't actually there. "Draco, stop!"
But Draco wasn't paying attention to anything Harry was saying. His need was so strong he couldn't take it. Harry was so hot, so beautiful so... untouched and innocent.
He ripped off Harry's pants, and started to work on his own cloth. With a shaky hand, he finally got rid of his blouse and he then kicked off his shoes and pants, before he once again lowered himself over Harry.
"I can't do this, Draco, -" Harry started, but Draco just shook his head violently, and then pressed his lips hard against Harry's. While kissing Harry, he found Harry's arse and carefully, he slipped in a finger.
"OW!!" Harry howled, not being prepared. "Draco... fuck!"
"Just what I had in mind", Draco gasped, adding another finger inside Harry.
"Relax, you're way too tight!"
Harry tried to relax, but the burning feeling was too much, and he felt tears starting to stream down his cheeks.
Draco stopped. He looked down at Harry. Slowly, he pulled out his fingers.
"Oh Harry... oh, god, I'm so sorry...!" He pulled Harry towards him in a tight hug. He could feel Harry shake with tears. "I'm so sorry" he repeated. Closing his eyes as the guilt hit him.
"No, no it's alright..." Harry sobbed. Draco lifted Harry's cheek and looked into his eyes. "No, it's not. I wasn't thinking! I didn't even thought about you...!"
Harry shook his head. "No, It's aright – really! I know how you must be feeling..."
They were quiet for a minute. Then Draco started to get up.
"I'll get you a blanket, - hey!" Harry had grabbed his wrist and pulled him on top of him.
"I want you to fulfil what you were starting at".
Draco shook his head.
"No way, you're not ready!"
"Yes I am". Harry held his head between his hands, holding him still. "Look at me!"
Draco looked at Harry.
"I'm ready. Just... go slow, okay?"
Draco nodded. "Of course..."
Harry leaned back on the floor and spread his legs a bit. Draco gave Harry one more worried look. Then he settled himself between Harry's legs and pressed against Harry's hole.
He could see Harry close his eyes, as he slowly entered him. Harry was very tight, but he took his time, making it less painful for Harry.
He was now fully inside Harry. Sweat was forming on his forehead, as he slowly started to move inside him. "Ooooh!" Harry was squirming under him, throwing his head back and gasping loudly. "That's... that's – oh! - Much better!"
Draco leaned his forehead against Harry's shoulder as he continued to trust inside Harry, feeling a major orgasm on its way. "I never thought..." Harry gasped, looking at Draco with a drowsy, lopsided smile. Draco took in Harry's sweaty body beneath him, his wet, messy hair and his beautiful red lips. He could come just by looking at him, he thought amused. "What...?" Draco gasped, quickening his trusts. "I never thought..." Harry said. "That I could ever like you..."
"So... you like me, huh?" Draco grinned, his hair now dripping from sweat. "Yes... and I think I may even lo..." he paused.
"You think you may even what?" Draco closed his eyes. Everything was starting to blurry. He was so dizzy...
"I think I... I think I'm coming!"
Draco was glad the Astronomy Tower was the highest place in the school. You couldn't hear a thing from up here. Not a single sound. Not even a scream as loud as when Harry came.
Oh yeah, he was indeed very happy about the Astronomy Tower.
TBQ
So,I hope you liked this chapter! It's the longest and the bestI've ever written, soI hope you like it as well! I do have a beta, but I wanted toload this chapter as fast asI could, I'm already much too late! Someday I'll re-load all my chapters in a beta-edition! Remember, I can't say when or how fast I'll update again, I'm sooooo busy right now! I actually dissed a spanish essay for you guys, lol! (Spanish is so boring, our teacher is a jerk)
Again, hope you like it! You're fantastic!
Oh, and a big hug to Melissa who is/was (I need to contact her) my beta! Thank you!
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