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Warning: DH slash. Some BD slash and all that.
A/N: Wow! Someone (sundiata) said they loved me! Hehe! I love you too! Really! All these wonderful reviews! I just keep getting amazed that you guys haven't tired of this yet. This is the longest story I've ever written. I'm not known for being very patient and I get tired of things very quickly. I am amazed that I just keep writing and writing and I'm already on the 13th chapter and all. I'm very happy. I'm really on the roll here lately. I know I don't update all that frequently but that is because I do need some pause between chapters to come up with what I want to write in the next. That, and I *do* have a life. *People start laughing their asses off in the background* Oh, shut up you! I *do*! Honestly!
Yeah, and the first three chappies are now corrected, thanks to the wonderful, Shiry! Now, since I've had my rambling session here, I'll let you read the next chappie. Oh and this one is the corrected version! Enjoy!
Chapter 13:
The holidays went by so fast that Harry hardly even noticed it. Nor did Draco for that matter. They were too absorbed in this wicked little game they had started. It was fun and it really took their minds off everything else. While the sun was up, they both pretended to study and they were spending some time with their friends. Well, Harry was doing all this, Draco just locked himself up in his dorm and did Merlin only knows what.
As soon as the sun set, though, and Hogwarts bathed in the soft moonlight and everything was still and sound, the two boys sneaked out of their dorms and met in the piano room. Occasionally, when they felt like taking a little risk, they just met in the Entrance Hall and found a new room together.
Wherever they met, did not really matter though. Sooner or later it all ended pretty much the same, yet so different.
They didn't talk much simply because whenever they did it ended with a disaster. As soon as they opened their mouths, for other things than kissing or tasting each other, they were insulting each other and fighting like two mad cats. It was confusing like hell. One minute they were arguing about whose house was the lamest or something like that, and the next they were on the floor kissing the living daylights out of each other.
By the end of the holidays Harry found himself knowing exactly where to touch Draco, where his sweet points were. All those sensitive spots on his body that whenever touched, drove him out of his mind, reducing him to a pile of moaning sweetness. Harry was quite proud of this ability. He found new ways to make the blonde squirm in pleasure, begging for more.
Draco wasn't the one behind though. There were nights when all he had to was *look* at Harry and Harry was already unable to utter a coherent word just from that. These nights were very interesting in Draco's opinion. Harry would let him do just about anything with him. He was all his to do what he wanted with.
They never did go all the way though. Even when Harry was the most vulnerable. Draco never did take advantage of the situation. He knew Harry wasn't ready. Whenever the dark-haired boy felt insecure or felt like things were going too fast, Draco stopped instantly. He was patient. Somehow he knew that his patience would pay off later on, so Harry was allowed to decide how fast they would go.
Over these last few days Harry had become an addiction or maybe more like an obsession for Draco. He didn't have any friends here at Hogwarts like Harry did, so he had all day to come up with wicked plans for what he was going to do to poor, unsuspecting Harry. He had to compliment himself several times because he was doing a great job seducing Potter. Sometimes he could swear he heard Potter's heart beat like a drum gone crazy in his chest. He liked that sound.
He had no idea how Potter managed to stay alive with a heartbeat like that. Sometimes he was almost afraid the poor boy's heart would jump right out of his chest and just run away. Or simply get tired of it all and stop beating altogether. He could clearly see the headlines that would appear in the Daily Prophet if such a story would come out.
'The Boy-Who-Lived, dead! Interview with the cold-blooded murderer who made our saviours heart stop! 'I never meant to kill him!''
Right, that would definitely not be very good. But it was an amusing thought.
So the rest of the holidays went by very quickly and soon it was the night before the rest of the students would come back to Hogwarts.
Draco and Harry were sitting in the Piano Room. They sat in one of the corners. Draco was leaning against the wall and Harry was sitting between his outstretched legs, leaning against Draco.
They were sitting in complete silence. None of them spoke. They were comfortable the way they were. Draco was drawing small circles on Harry's back with one hand and the other hand was toying lazily with Harry's fingers.
They had been sitting like that for two hours already. They both knew that this was the last night before the rest of the students would return. They both knew what that meant. It meant they would not have as much time for this kind of thing if any at all. Somehow it made both of them a little sad and thoughtful.
"This isn't the end of this, though, is it?" Harry was the one to break the two-hour-long silence.
Draco shifted a little uncomfortably and his grip on Harry tightened a little but he didn't notice. He tried to tell himself that this was not their last night together like this but it was a little hard. He didn't want it to be that way. He had gotten used to this. He liked it too much to just let it go. But it would be much harder to sneak out and meet Potter in the middle of the night, with the others back. Especially, with Blaise back. He was already watching him like some sort of hawk.
"No, it's not." He whispered sounding way more sure than he felt. Harry seemed to relax a little in his arms and he stroked his chin, burying his face in his shoulder. He breathed in Harry's scent and swore to himself that he would find some way to sneak past Blaise. It had been hard in the past but he had done it. Why wouldn't he be able to do it again?
"I'll meet you here tonight, same time as always." He whispered now just as sure as he sounded.
"If I can come, I'll be here." He finished and turned Harry around so the other boy was facing him.
Harry nodded and looked into Draco's eyes. He remembered how Draco had said that they had all the time in the world to go faster, a few nights ago. Back then he thought Draco was right and he felt relieved that the blonde didn't want to rush things. Now he wasn't too sure about that.
"Draco?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah?" the blonde asked, looking at him questioningly. Harry seemed a little uncertain about something. He wondered what caused him to be that way.
"I.....Do you want me?" the dark-haired boy asked, looking down to the floor, where they were sitting. He blushed bright red. Draco found this extremely amusing.
"Such a little virgin you are, Potter." He teased, his eyes full of amusement. He gave Harry's nose a little kiss and laughed out loud when he saw Harry blushing even more as he tried to glare daggers at him.
"Yeah, I want you, Potter. But you should know that by now. Why?" he asked a little more seriously.
"Well, I think that......well, you should take me then." Harry said. Draco froze and looked like someone had slapped him in the face.
Harry.....wanted him to take him? For real? He was ready? Or was he? He did sound a little unsure. But wow! Harry had said the words he wanted to hear! So why wasn't he sure? Why was he hesitating?
"Are you sure?" he asked after a few minutes. His voice was breaking and he felt like he was going to throw up. He was nervous. Why was he nervous? He had done this! There was nothing to be nervous about.
"I'm sure." Harry whispered, sounding more convinced. He didn't look less flushed, though. Draco just looked at him in awe. He could not say a word. Hell, he could not even move. He forgot what he was supposed to do. His mind was totally blank. The only thought running in head was 'He wants me.'
Harry didn't seem to notice this though. He was getting more and more convinced that this was what he wanted. He removed his glasses and put it on a nearby windowsill.
His eyes were bright green. So green. Greener than Draco had ever seen them. They were beautiful. The moonlight reflected in them and made them shine with green innocence. It made Draco breathless.
Harry smiled a little as he sat on Draco's thighs. Draco noted that Harry weighed very little. His weight on him felt so right though. Harry's fingers now travelled down his cheek, all the way down to his chin. They stopped there and Harry came closer. His eyes were unbelievably huge and green. Then it was a blur of green and Harry's scent was so strong around him. He still didn't move. When he felt Harry's hot breath against his lips he wanted to close his eyes but he forced them to stay open.
He saw Harry's own eyes flutter and then the dark lashes brushed his red cheeks and his eyes remained closed.
When he felt Harry's upper lip against his bottom lip he wanted to shout. The word 'slow' now had an entirely different meaning for him. He still didn't move. He couldn't. He just let Harry explore his lips.
The dark-haired boy slowly ran his tongue over Draco's lips but he didn't deepen the kiss immediately. Draco opened his lips for him but Harry didn't enter. This only made Draco even more frustrated but he still didn't move. He let Harry do as he pleased with his lips, while his need just grew stronger by the second.
He felt Harry press their chests together and he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He closed them tightly, giving himself over to the pleasure that was Harry on top of him, kissing his lips slowly, savouring the taste of him.
Harry's fingers travelled down to his throat and gave it feather light caresses. Then it got lost in his hair. He had noticed that Harry had some sort of obsession with his hair. His hands were always in it, caressing it. It usually made Draco smile. Now he just shivered and closed his eyes even tighter.
He finally remembered how to move. His arms came up to rest around Harry's waist. His tongue brushed against Harry's own as slowly as Harry's own. He felt the electricity running through his veins tearing on his blood vessels. It was too much. He wanted to throw Harry to the floor and just take him right there, right then, without preparation, without thinking about not hurting Harry.
But he didn't. He would never. It wouldn't be as good. Harry would not be willing. A willing Harry was so much better, much more important than satisfying his need as fast as he could. It was much sweeter, much more right.
He was amazed by the power of emotions that was almost like fire around them. He had never felt like this. He had done this before and he had never felt like he needed to protect the other person, like he needed to feel the pleasure of the other, almost more than feeling his own pleasure.
Harry's lips left his own and he heard himself whimper a little at the loss. Harry panted heavily but wasted no time. His hands found the top button on Draco's shirt and opened it slowly. Then came the next one and Draco started to feel like there were millions of buttons on the damned thing. His arms tightened around Harry's waist, making Harry grind into him even more.
Harry bent down again and gave him small, teasing kisses on the lips. When the shirt was finally unbuttoned, Harry started to kiss and nibble on his earlobe. Draco cried out and his hands went to unbutton Harry's shirt.
Only Harry didn't have any buttons on his shirt. This made Draco frustrated. On top of that, he wore a turtleneck shirt. This only made Draco become even more frustrated. He wanted to tear off the offending piece of clothing.
All thoughts disappeared though as Harry started to lick and suck on his neck. He did it so slowly; Draco thought people with a lot more patience would have gone insane a long time ago. He tugged on Harry's shirt impatiently, wishing for it to disappear so he could feel Harry's skin against his own, yet not wanting the kissing and sucking of his neck to stop.
His hands reached under Harry's shirt and caressed the other boy's back slowly, then moving over to his sides and to his stomach. He decided this would have to do for now. His hands found Harry's nipples and he began to toy with them. Harry moaned against his neck and grinded his hips into his own, making him feel just how much he wanted him. Draco grinned and kept teasing Harry with feather light caresses.
Finally when Harry could take it no more he stopped marking Draco and panted heavily, looking into those silver pools. Draco's eyes were so full of lust and need. Harry could see how close he was to losing his patience. He could see how he struggled, fighting a losing battle.
He smiled a sly little smile and started to lift the hem of his own shirt. Slowly he took his shirt off and revealed his naked upper body. If Draco had a hard time controlling himself before, now he was closer than ever to jumping Harry.
Harry saw the expression on Draco's face and his smile became wider. He tossed the shirt and it landed on the floor a few feet from them. Draco was still looking at him with indescribable hunger and he decided that now was the time to take Draco's shirt off completely. He gently helped Draco out of it and tossed it to join his own abandoned shirt.
Once again Harry leaned forward and brought their lips together while his hands explored Draco's naked upper body. The kiss was a little fiercer now, since none of them could hold back anymore. Their tongues were battling for dominance but none of them was winning. Draco had his hands in Harry's jet- black hair. When Harry ground into him he groaned, breaking the kiss. Both their breaths were ragged and Harry caressed his face softly.
"Draco.......want you...." Was all he said and Draco understood what he meant. He let go of him for a moment and Harry sat down on the floor between Draco's legs again, only this time he pulled Draco on top of him as he lay down. He spread his legs to make room for Draco.
Draco wasted no time. He started kissing Harry first on the lips then he moved lower, to his ear, his neck. He left small red marks all over it, marking Harry as his while he muttered only one word.
"Mine."
Harry shut his eyes tight and buried his fingers in Draco's hair. Draco's lips were now on his collarbone, moving down his chest, sucking and nipping on his flesh. He wanted him so much now. The feel of Draco's lips all over him was just too much. As the blonde's lips reached one of his nipples, a strangled cry left his lips.
Draco stopped immediately, thinking he might have done something wrong. When he saw the look of absolute pleasure and need on Harry's face he smiled and bent down to keep the sweet torture.
When he was done toying with one nipple he moved over to the other and giving it the same treatment. Harry was writhing beneath him with pleasure. He had never experienced something quite as pleasurable as this. He had never felt so close to someone. Never wanted someone this much. Draco was so perfect. Like he understood just what it was that would make him go insane with pleasure and need.
Draco's mouth was moving even lower on his stomach. It stopped at his navel and he dipped his tongue in it. Harry gave a strange noise, something between a laugh and a moan. Draco looked up to him and smiled a cruel little smile.
"Ticklish, Potter?" he asked and did the same thing again. Harry was squirming beneath him laughing and moaning at once. Draco found this amusing and arousing all at once. He toyed with Harry's navel a little more, until Harry was begging for mercy. Then he lifted his head and looked Harry in the eyes.
"Ready?" he asked silently.
Harry looked at him and his cheeks became even redder. He nodded as Draco let his fingers slide to the waistband of his pants. Harry did the same to Draco. At the same time they started unzipping each others pants and moving them down the others hips. Unfortunately Harry could reach no longer so he let Draco take off his pants slowly. Then he waited until Draco took of the rest of his own pants. The blonde tossed them to join their shirts and he proceeded to take off his own shoes as well as Harry's.
When he was done he looked at Harry again, searching for any sign of regret. When he didn't find any he started to caress the others sides and stomach, soothing him and trying to make Harry as comfortable as possible. His hands moved lower to the dark-haired boy's boxers and the whole time he was watching Harry's face.
Slowly Draco removed the last of Harry's clothing, caressing the boy's thighs while doing so. His eyes were still on Harry's.
When the final piece of clothing was also in the heap of clothes Draco sat down between Harry's spread legs and looked into the green pools of the boy's eyes. Harry shivered a little and he wasn't sure if it was because of the slightly chilly air against his skin or that he was nervous or perhaps the excitement of the moment.
Draco's hands caressed Harry's exposed skin. He loved the feel of the baby- soft skin under his palms. He caressed Harry's shoulders, his chest, his side, hips and his thighs. His hands disappeared under Harry's thighs to stroke the skin there. Harry whimpered slightly and squirmed under his touch.
"Draco......" he whispered and Draco removed his hands from their place on Harry's body. He started removing his own boxers. His heart was now beating like never before. He gulped as he pulled the boxers off completely and tossed them to join the rest of their clothing.
Now both of them were naked and Draco was a little nervous. He saw the same emotion in Harry's eyes and he reminded himself that this was Harry's first time. That meant Harry came first, so he would feel comfortable. It was more important than anything else right now.
He leaned down and positioned himself between Harry's legs, so he was lying on top of Harry yet not crushing him. He wanted to scream with pleasure when their bodies made contact. Harry's baby skin against his own. Harry's skin all over his body. It warmed him. Hell, it burned him. Such innocence, and it was all his.
Harry's eyes were half closed and he was still shivering. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen from his kisses. The skin on his neck was also covered in his marks. It was a mind-blowing sight.
"Harry.......you're so beautiful. I want you, Harry." He whispered to the dark- haired boy in a soft voice. He wanted to make Harry stop shivering. He wanted to make him feel secure. He brushed away a few strands of hair from Harry's forehead. The boy had closed his eyes.
"Harry, open your eyes. I want you to look at me." He whispered, his breath caressing Harry's lips. He watched as Harry's eyes opened slowly. He seemed so unsure but he did as Draco asked.
"That's it. Don't be scared, Harry. There's nothing to be scared of. We're going slow, remember?" he said smiling at Harry, reassuring him that everything was fine. Harry nodded slightly and took a deep breath, relaxing a little more.
Draco was being so sweet. He didn't feel so tense anymore and slowly he stopped shivering, while Draco caressed his face, his hair and his shoulders.
Draco had said he was beautiful. It was so good to hear. He knew Draco meant what he said. He had never thought it would be like this. He had never thought Draco would be so caring and gentle, so....loving. Like Harry was all that mattered. It felt so right. The voice, saying 'No!', never came and Harry felt more relaxed than ever before.
Slowly he lifted one of his hands and caressed Draco's face the same way the blonde was caressing him. The hand was travelling down to Draco's neck and then down his back, all the way down to his butt.
Draco smiled at Harry and his own hands now started moving downward too. He bent down and claimed Harry's lips with his own. The kiss was slow and exploring at first but then it grew more passionate and soon both boys were breathless and had to break the kiss.
Now Draco's hand brushed against Harry's entrance and Harry cried out in both pleasure and surprise. He started shivering again. This time though Draco didn't let him become nervous. He kissed his lips and face over and over while he started to prepare Harry. He decided that Harry needed some distraction from what he was doing. Even with the constant kissing, Harry started whimpering as he started to prepare him.
"Shh.....it'll be all right." he said in a concerned voice. He didn't want to hurt the other boy.
Harry was amazed by the tenderness in his voice and he stopped whimpering and shaking. It felt good, he realized. Whatever Draco was doing to him was good. He felt pleasure mixing with the slight pain and overpowering it. He moaned and threw his arms around Draco's neck, kissing the other boy deeply.
Finally they pulled away from each other for air and Draco decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He looked into Harry's eyes as if asking him if it was all right to proceed and Harry nodded slightly, parting his legs even more for him.
Draco positioned himself at his entrance and he bent down to give Harry another kiss. When he began moving Harry moaned but he didn't release the boy's lips. He wouldn't let Harry become insecure. He would keep kissing away all of Harry's fears until Harry relaxed again and by then they were joined. He looked at Harry's face and he let Harry get used to the feeling while he was thinking about how rare a sight he was watching right now.
Harry looked absolutely amazing right now. He felt privileged to be the one to see him like that. He was the first one and this sight was only his. Harry belonged to him. The boy beneath him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was the one that had the privilege to show him the joys of the human body and was the first one to enjoy the boy's warmth, his sweet skin.
When he saw Harry was relaxed and looked like he would burst any minute he started moving and that was when the whole world around them got lost. Time stopped existing and there was only him and Harry. Someone, he didn't know which one of them, was moaning loudly, over and over. Maybe it was both of them. All he could do now was feel. Feel the warmth that was Harry. Feel it all around him. Fell his soft skin all around him.
Harry clung to Draco and he whispered his name over and over again. Draco was inside him, in more ways than one. It felt like they were one and the same. They were inseparable and Harry felt so secure and warm, like never before. Together they were one and they were so strong. He heard Draco call his name and he was pulled away into total bliss. They were both there and he felt like the two of them really became one in that minute. Everything was white and he felt pleasure like he had never felt before. He felt Draco in him and all around him. There was just him and Draco being one.
Slowly the intense feeling ebbed away and he found himself back in the Piano Room with Draco on top of him, whispering breathless, sweet words into his ear. He was caressing his cheeks.
"Oh, Harry.......you were so wonderful. Harry, Harry......you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.......Harry..." he continued in the same way, making Harry feel special and cared for. Made him feel ......loved.
He smiled and whispered the same kind of sweet words into Draco's ear, caressing the blonde's hair and shoulders. He felt so tired but he didn't want to sleep yet. He wanted to see Draco some more. His body had other ideas as his eyes closed, almost on their own and he slowly and unwillingly, drifted off to sleep with Draco still on top of him, his words ringing in his ears.
Not too long after Harry fell asleep Draco moved to lie beside the other boy and he covered them both into a blanket he had conjured up from his own shirt. He snuggled up to Harry and held him close to his own body. Slowly he joined Harry in the world of dreams.
~*~
The morning sun hit the windows and through them it made Harry's eyes open slowly. He felt warm and comfortable. There was someone lying next to him. Or was it something? What was it? It felt so strange. Bits of the night that had passed came back to him.
"D-Draco...?" he asked as he sat up, rubbing his eyes so he would be able to see what or who it was that was lying beside him under the blanket. This thing felt so hairy, not at all like Draco.
He opened his eyes and stared down at the mop of white fur lying beside him. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. He could not believe his eyes.
"W-Wolfie?!" he shrieked, looking down at the sleeping wolf beside him.
A/N: *hides in a corner* Oh.....My....God! I can't believe I wrote that! Please don't flame me! Don't kill me! I'm going to hide in a corner for the rest of my life! I am so embarrassed! This was my first sex-scene EVER! And hell it was so hard writing this! I have been writing all day and now when I finally finished it......I can't believe I did that! OMG!! This is the end of the world I tell you! So how was it? Was it really that bad? Because I tried to make it all right. I was *really* trying. So tell me what you think about it! *Goes off to her favourite hiding place and lives on all the cake she has gotten from the reviewers.*
Warning: DH slash. Some BD slash and all that.
A/N: Wow! Someone (sundiata) said they loved me! Hehe! I love you too! Really! All these wonderful reviews! I just keep getting amazed that you guys haven't tired of this yet. This is the longest story I've ever written. I'm not known for being very patient and I get tired of things very quickly. I am amazed that I just keep writing and writing and I'm already on the 13th chapter and all. I'm very happy. I'm really on the roll here lately. I know I don't update all that frequently but that is because I do need some pause between chapters to come up with what I want to write in the next. That, and I *do* have a life. *People start laughing their asses off in the background* Oh, shut up you! I *do*! Honestly!
Yeah, and the first three chappies are now corrected, thanks to the wonderful, Shiry! Now, since I've had my rambling session here, I'll let you read the next chappie. Oh and this one is the corrected version! Enjoy!
Chapter 13:
The holidays went by so fast that Harry hardly even noticed it. Nor did Draco for that matter. They were too absorbed in this wicked little game they had started. It was fun and it really took their minds off everything else. While the sun was up, they both pretended to study and they were spending some time with their friends. Well, Harry was doing all this, Draco just locked himself up in his dorm and did Merlin only knows what.
As soon as the sun set, though, and Hogwarts bathed in the soft moonlight and everything was still and sound, the two boys sneaked out of their dorms and met in the piano room. Occasionally, when they felt like taking a little risk, they just met in the Entrance Hall and found a new room together.
Wherever they met, did not really matter though. Sooner or later it all ended pretty much the same, yet so different.
They didn't talk much simply because whenever they did it ended with a disaster. As soon as they opened their mouths, for other things than kissing or tasting each other, they were insulting each other and fighting like two mad cats. It was confusing like hell. One minute they were arguing about whose house was the lamest or something like that, and the next they were on the floor kissing the living daylights out of each other.
By the end of the holidays Harry found himself knowing exactly where to touch Draco, where his sweet points were. All those sensitive spots on his body that whenever touched, drove him out of his mind, reducing him to a pile of moaning sweetness. Harry was quite proud of this ability. He found new ways to make the blonde squirm in pleasure, begging for more.
Draco wasn't the one behind though. There were nights when all he had to was *look* at Harry and Harry was already unable to utter a coherent word just from that. These nights were very interesting in Draco's opinion. Harry would let him do just about anything with him. He was all his to do what he wanted with.
They never did go all the way though. Even when Harry was the most vulnerable. Draco never did take advantage of the situation. He knew Harry wasn't ready. Whenever the dark-haired boy felt insecure or felt like things were going too fast, Draco stopped instantly. He was patient. Somehow he knew that his patience would pay off later on, so Harry was allowed to decide how fast they would go.
Over these last few days Harry had become an addiction or maybe more like an obsession for Draco. He didn't have any friends here at Hogwarts like Harry did, so he had all day to come up with wicked plans for what he was going to do to poor, unsuspecting Harry. He had to compliment himself several times because he was doing a great job seducing Potter. Sometimes he could swear he heard Potter's heart beat like a drum gone crazy in his chest. He liked that sound.
He had no idea how Potter managed to stay alive with a heartbeat like that. Sometimes he was almost afraid the poor boy's heart would jump right out of his chest and just run away. Or simply get tired of it all and stop beating altogether. He could clearly see the headlines that would appear in the Daily Prophet if such a story would come out.
'The Boy-Who-Lived, dead! Interview with the cold-blooded murderer who made our saviours heart stop! 'I never meant to kill him!''
Right, that would definitely not be very good. But it was an amusing thought.
So the rest of the holidays went by very quickly and soon it was the night before the rest of the students would come back to Hogwarts.
Draco and Harry were sitting in the Piano Room. They sat in one of the corners. Draco was leaning against the wall and Harry was sitting between his outstretched legs, leaning against Draco.
They were sitting in complete silence. None of them spoke. They were comfortable the way they were. Draco was drawing small circles on Harry's back with one hand and the other hand was toying lazily with Harry's fingers.
They had been sitting like that for two hours already. They both knew that this was the last night before the rest of the students would return. They both knew what that meant. It meant they would not have as much time for this kind of thing if any at all. Somehow it made both of them a little sad and thoughtful.
"This isn't the end of this, though, is it?" Harry was the one to break the two-hour-long silence.
Draco shifted a little uncomfortably and his grip on Harry tightened a little but he didn't notice. He tried to tell himself that this was not their last night together like this but it was a little hard. He didn't want it to be that way. He had gotten used to this. He liked it too much to just let it go. But it would be much harder to sneak out and meet Potter in the middle of the night, with the others back. Especially, with Blaise back. He was already watching him like some sort of hawk.
"No, it's not." He whispered sounding way more sure than he felt. Harry seemed to relax a little in his arms and he stroked his chin, burying his face in his shoulder. He breathed in Harry's scent and swore to himself that he would find some way to sneak past Blaise. It had been hard in the past but he had done it. Why wouldn't he be able to do it again?
"I'll meet you here tonight, same time as always." He whispered now just as sure as he sounded.
"If I can come, I'll be here." He finished and turned Harry around so the other boy was facing him.
Harry nodded and looked into Draco's eyes. He remembered how Draco had said that they had all the time in the world to go faster, a few nights ago. Back then he thought Draco was right and he felt relieved that the blonde didn't want to rush things. Now he wasn't too sure about that.
"Draco?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah?" the blonde asked, looking at him questioningly. Harry seemed a little uncertain about something. He wondered what caused him to be that way.
"I.....Do you want me?" the dark-haired boy asked, looking down to the floor, where they were sitting. He blushed bright red. Draco found this extremely amusing.
"Such a little virgin you are, Potter." He teased, his eyes full of amusement. He gave Harry's nose a little kiss and laughed out loud when he saw Harry blushing even more as he tried to glare daggers at him.
"Yeah, I want you, Potter. But you should know that by now. Why?" he asked a little more seriously.
"Well, I think that......well, you should take me then." Harry said. Draco froze and looked like someone had slapped him in the face.
Harry.....wanted him to take him? For real? He was ready? Or was he? He did sound a little unsure. But wow! Harry had said the words he wanted to hear! So why wasn't he sure? Why was he hesitating?
"Are you sure?" he asked after a few minutes. His voice was breaking and he felt like he was going to throw up. He was nervous. Why was he nervous? He had done this! There was nothing to be nervous about.
"I'm sure." Harry whispered, sounding more convinced. He didn't look less flushed, though. Draco just looked at him in awe. He could not say a word. Hell, he could not even move. He forgot what he was supposed to do. His mind was totally blank. The only thought running in head was 'He wants me.'
Harry didn't seem to notice this though. He was getting more and more convinced that this was what he wanted. He removed his glasses and put it on a nearby windowsill.
His eyes were bright green. So green. Greener than Draco had ever seen them. They were beautiful. The moonlight reflected in them and made them shine with green innocence. It made Draco breathless.
Harry smiled a little as he sat on Draco's thighs. Draco noted that Harry weighed very little. His weight on him felt so right though. Harry's fingers now travelled down his cheek, all the way down to his chin. They stopped there and Harry came closer. His eyes were unbelievably huge and green. Then it was a blur of green and Harry's scent was so strong around him. He still didn't move. When he felt Harry's hot breath against his lips he wanted to close his eyes but he forced them to stay open.
He saw Harry's own eyes flutter and then the dark lashes brushed his red cheeks and his eyes remained closed.
When he felt Harry's upper lip against his bottom lip he wanted to shout. The word 'slow' now had an entirely different meaning for him. He still didn't move. He couldn't. He just let Harry explore his lips.
The dark-haired boy slowly ran his tongue over Draco's lips but he didn't deepen the kiss immediately. Draco opened his lips for him but Harry didn't enter. This only made Draco even more frustrated but he still didn't move. He let Harry do as he pleased with his lips, while his need just grew stronger by the second.
He felt Harry press their chests together and he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He closed them tightly, giving himself over to the pleasure that was Harry on top of him, kissing his lips slowly, savouring the taste of him.
Harry's fingers travelled down to his throat and gave it feather light caresses. Then it got lost in his hair. He had noticed that Harry had some sort of obsession with his hair. His hands were always in it, caressing it. It usually made Draco smile. Now he just shivered and closed his eyes even tighter.
He finally remembered how to move. His arms came up to rest around Harry's waist. His tongue brushed against Harry's own as slowly as Harry's own. He felt the electricity running through his veins tearing on his blood vessels. It was too much. He wanted to throw Harry to the floor and just take him right there, right then, without preparation, without thinking about not hurting Harry.
But he didn't. He would never. It wouldn't be as good. Harry would not be willing. A willing Harry was so much better, much more important than satisfying his need as fast as he could. It was much sweeter, much more right.
He was amazed by the power of emotions that was almost like fire around them. He had never felt like this. He had done this before and he had never felt like he needed to protect the other person, like he needed to feel the pleasure of the other, almost more than feeling his own pleasure.
Harry's lips left his own and he heard himself whimper a little at the loss. Harry panted heavily but wasted no time. His hands found the top button on Draco's shirt and opened it slowly. Then came the next one and Draco started to feel like there were millions of buttons on the damned thing. His arms tightened around Harry's waist, making Harry grind into him even more.
Harry bent down again and gave him small, teasing kisses on the lips. When the shirt was finally unbuttoned, Harry started to kiss and nibble on his earlobe. Draco cried out and his hands went to unbutton Harry's shirt.
Only Harry didn't have any buttons on his shirt. This made Draco frustrated. On top of that, he wore a turtleneck shirt. This only made Draco become even more frustrated. He wanted to tear off the offending piece of clothing.
All thoughts disappeared though as Harry started to lick and suck on his neck. He did it so slowly; Draco thought people with a lot more patience would have gone insane a long time ago. He tugged on Harry's shirt impatiently, wishing for it to disappear so he could feel Harry's skin against his own, yet not wanting the kissing and sucking of his neck to stop.
His hands reached under Harry's shirt and caressed the other boy's back slowly, then moving over to his sides and to his stomach. He decided this would have to do for now. His hands found Harry's nipples and he began to toy with them. Harry moaned against his neck and grinded his hips into his own, making him feel just how much he wanted him. Draco grinned and kept teasing Harry with feather light caresses.
Finally when Harry could take it no more he stopped marking Draco and panted heavily, looking into those silver pools. Draco's eyes were so full of lust and need. Harry could see how close he was to losing his patience. He could see how he struggled, fighting a losing battle.
He smiled a sly little smile and started to lift the hem of his own shirt. Slowly he took his shirt off and revealed his naked upper body. If Draco had a hard time controlling himself before, now he was closer than ever to jumping Harry.
Harry saw the expression on Draco's face and his smile became wider. He tossed the shirt and it landed on the floor a few feet from them. Draco was still looking at him with indescribable hunger and he decided that now was the time to take Draco's shirt off completely. He gently helped Draco out of it and tossed it to join his own abandoned shirt.
Once again Harry leaned forward and brought their lips together while his hands explored Draco's naked upper body. The kiss was a little fiercer now, since none of them could hold back anymore. Their tongues were battling for dominance but none of them was winning. Draco had his hands in Harry's jet- black hair. When Harry ground into him he groaned, breaking the kiss. Both their breaths were ragged and Harry caressed his face softly.
"Draco.......want you...." Was all he said and Draco understood what he meant. He let go of him for a moment and Harry sat down on the floor between Draco's legs again, only this time he pulled Draco on top of him as he lay down. He spread his legs to make room for Draco.
Draco wasted no time. He started kissing Harry first on the lips then he moved lower, to his ear, his neck. He left small red marks all over it, marking Harry as his while he muttered only one word.
"Mine."
Harry shut his eyes tight and buried his fingers in Draco's hair. Draco's lips were now on his collarbone, moving down his chest, sucking and nipping on his flesh. He wanted him so much now. The feel of Draco's lips all over him was just too much. As the blonde's lips reached one of his nipples, a strangled cry left his lips.
Draco stopped immediately, thinking he might have done something wrong. When he saw the look of absolute pleasure and need on Harry's face he smiled and bent down to keep the sweet torture.
When he was done toying with one nipple he moved over to the other and giving it the same treatment. Harry was writhing beneath him with pleasure. He had never experienced something quite as pleasurable as this. He had never felt so close to someone. Never wanted someone this much. Draco was so perfect. Like he understood just what it was that would make him go insane with pleasure and need.
Draco's mouth was moving even lower on his stomach. It stopped at his navel and he dipped his tongue in it. Harry gave a strange noise, something between a laugh and a moan. Draco looked up to him and smiled a cruel little smile.
"Ticklish, Potter?" he asked and did the same thing again. Harry was squirming beneath him laughing and moaning at once. Draco found this amusing and arousing all at once. He toyed with Harry's navel a little more, until Harry was begging for mercy. Then he lifted his head and looked Harry in the eyes.
"Ready?" he asked silently.
Harry looked at him and his cheeks became even redder. He nodded as Draco let his fingers slide to the waistband of his pants. Harry did the same to Draco. At the same time they started unzipping each others pants and moving them down the others hips. Unfortunately Harry could reach no longer so he let Draco take off his pants slowly. Then he waited until Draco took of the rest of his own pants. The blonde tossed them to join their shirts and he proceeded to take off his own shoes as well as Harry's.
When he was done he looked at Harry again, searching for any sign of regret. When he didn't find any he started to caress the others sides and stomach, soothing him and trying to make Harry as comfortable as possible. His hands moved lower to the dark-haired boy's boxers and the whole time he was watching Harry's face.
Slowly Draco removed the last of Harry's clothing, caressing the boy's thighs while doing so. His eyes were still on Harry's.
When the final piece of clothing was also in the heap of clothes Draco sat down between Harry's spread legs and looked into the green pools of the boy's eyes. Harry shivered a little and he wasn't sure if it was because of the slightly chilly air against his skin or that he was nervous or perhaps the excitement of the moment.
Draco's hands caressed Harry's exposed skin. He loved the feel of the baby- soft skin under his palms. He caressed Harry's shoulders, his chest, his side, hips and his thighs. His hands disappeared under Harry's thighs to stroke the skin there. Harry whimpered slightly and squirmed under his touch.
"Draco......" he whispered and Draco removed his hands from their place on Harry's body. He started removing his own boxers. His heart was now beating like never before. He gulped as he pulled the boxers off completely and tossed them to join the rest of their clothing.
Now both of them were naked and Draco was a little nervous. He saw the same emotion in Harry's eyes and he reminded himself that this was Harry's first time. That meant Harry came first, so he would feel comfortable. It was more important than anything else right now.
He leaned down and positioned himself between Harry's legs, so he was lying on top of Harry yet not crushing him. He wanted to scream with pleasure when their bodies made contact. Harry's baby skin against his own. Harry's skin all over his body. It warmed him. Hell, it burned him. Such innocence, and it was all his.
Harry's eyes were half closed and he was still shivering. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen from his kisses. The skin on his neck was also covered in his marks. It was a mind-blowing sight.
"Harry.......you're so beautiful. I want you, Harry." He whispered to the dark- haired boy in a soft voice. He wanted to make Harry stop shivering. He wanted to make him feel secure. He brushed away a few strands of hair from Harry's forehead. The boy had closed his eyes.
"Harry, open your eyes. I want you to look at me." He whispered, his breath caressing Harry's lips. He watched as Harry's eyes opened slowly. He seemed so unsure but he did as Draco asked.
"That's it. Don't be scared, Harry. There's nothing to be scared of. We're going slow, remember?" he said smiling at Harry, reassuring him that everything was fine. Harry nodded slightly and took a deep breath, relaxing a little more.
Draco was being so sweet. He didn't feel so tense anymore and slowly he stopped shivering, while Draco caressed his face, his hair and his shoulders.
Draco had said he was beautiful. It was so good to hear. He knew Draco meant what he said. He had never thought it would be like this. He had never thought Draco would be so caring and gentle, so....loving. Like Harry was all that mattered. It felt so right. The voice, saying 'No!', never came and Harry felt more relaxed than ever before.
Slowly he lifted one of his hands and caressed Draco's face the same way the blonde was caressing him. The hand was travelling down to Draco's neck and then down his back, all the way down to his butt.
Draco smiled at Harry and his own hands now started moving downward too. He bent down and claimed Harry's lips with his own. The kiss was slow and exploring at first but then it grew more passionate and soon both boys were breathless and had to break the kiss.
Now Draco's hand brushed against Harry's entrance and Harry cried out in both pleasure and surprise. He started shivering again. This time though Draco didn't let him become nervous. He kissed his lips and face over and over while he started to prepare Harry. He decided that Harry needed some distraction from what he was doing. Even with the constant kissing, Harry started whimpering as he started to prepare him.
"Shh.....it'll be all right." he said in a concerned voice. He didn't want to hurt the other boy.
Harry was amazed by the tenderness in his voice and he stopped whimpering and shaking. It felt good, he realized. Whatever Draco was doing to him was good. He felt pleasure mixing with the slight pain and overpowering it. He moaned and threw his arms around Draco's neck, kissing the other boy deeply.
Finally they pulled away from each other for air and Draco decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He looked into Harry's eyes as if asking him if it was all right to proceed and Harry nodded slightly, parting his legs even more for him.
Draco positioned himself at his entrance and he bent down to give Harry another kiss. When he began moving Harry moaned but he didn't release the boy's lips. He wouldn't let Harry become insecure. He would keep kissing away all of Harry's fears until Harry relaxed again and by then they were joined. He looked at Harry's face and he let Harry get used to the feeling while he was thinking about how rare a sight he was watching right now.
Harry looked absolutely amazing right now. He felt privileged to be the one to see him like that. He was the first one and this sight was only his. Harry belonged to him. The boy beneath him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was the one that had the privilege to show him the joys of the human body and was the first one to enjoy the boy's warmth, his sweet skin.
When he saw Harry was relaxed and looked like he would burst any minute he started moving and that was when the whole world around them got lost. Time stopped existing and there was only him and Harry. Someone, he didn't know which one of them, was moaning loudly, over and over. Maybe it was both of them. All he could do now was feel. Feel the warmth that was Harry. Feel it all around him. Fell his soft skin all around him.
Harry clung to Draco and he whispered his name over and over again. Draco was inside him, in more ways than one. It felt like they were one and the same. They were inseparable and Harry felt so secure and warm, like never before. Together they were one and they were so strong. He heard Draco call his name and he was pulled away into total bliss. They were both there and he felt like the two of them really became one in that minute. Everything was white and he felt pleasure like he had never felt before. He felt Draco in him and all around him. There was just him and Draco being one.
Slowly the intense feeling ebbed away and he found himself back in the Piano Room with Draco on top of him, whispering breathless, sweet words into his ear. He was caressing his cheeks.
"Oh, Harry.......you were so wonderful. Harry, Harry......you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.......Harry..." he continued in the same way, making Harry feel special and cared for. Made him feel ......loved.
He smiled and whispered the same kind of sweet words into Draco's ear, caressing the blonde's hair and shoulders. He felt so tired but he didn't want to sleep yet. He wanted to see Draco some more. His body had other ideas as his eyes closed, almost on their own and he slowly and unwillingly, drifted off to sleep with Draco still on top of him, his words ringing in his ears.
Not too long after Harry fell asleep Draco moved to lie beside the other boy and he covered them both into a blanket he had conjured up from his own shirt. He snuggled up to Harry and held him close to his own body. Slowly he joined Harry in the world of dreams.
~*~
The morning sun hit the windows and through them it made Harry's eyes open slowly. He felt warm and comfortable. There was someone lying next to him. Or was it something? What was it? It felt so strange. Bits of the night that had passed came back to him.
"D-Draco...?" he asked as he sat up, rubbing his eyes so he would be able to see what or who it was that was lying beside him under the blanket. This thing felt so hairy, not at all like Draco.
He opened his eyes and stared down at the mop of white fur lying beside him. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. He could not believe his eyes.
"W-Wolfie?!" he shrieked, looking down at the sleeping wolf beside him.
A/N: *hides in a corner* Oh.....My....God! I can't believe I wrote that! Please don't flame me! Don't kill me! I'm going to hide in a corner for the rest of my life! I am so embarrassed! This was my first sex-scene EVER! And hell it was so hard writing this! I have been writing all day and now when I finally finished it......I can't believe I did that! OMG!! This is the end of the world I tell you! So how was it? Was it really that bad? Because I tried to make it all right. I was *really* trying. So tell me what you think about it! *Goes off to her favourite hiding place and lives on all the cake she has gotten from the reviewers.*