Harry dreamed that he was back at the Dursley's. Dobby was there and he was telling uncle Vernon not to be afraid of wizards. Then Draco arrived and Draco, Dobby and Harry left. They arrived at a huge house where a pale woman invited them in. Dobby and Draco were telling him things but it was all getting mixed up in a whirl of colour as the dream changed…
I slipped into his bed at about one. I drew the curtains and placed a silencing bubble around us. He was sleeping deeply, naked and letting out tiny little breaths that made him tremble. He was so beautifully vulnerable, and I shivered thinking how powerful he was. I curved my hand around his cock and he turned his face towards me in his sleep. I caressed him slowly, gently, teasing him and licking at his blood-red lips. He let out a sleepy cry of 'Draco,' and I slipped out and under his bed just in time. He had sat up at was apparently staring around him for the source of his errection. I heard his fall back heavily on the pillows and start to finish what I had begun. I moved round to the other side of the bed and slid in behind him silently. He did not know that I was there until my hand was firmly wrapped around his cock. He relaxed back into me, his sexy olive skin sliding up and down against mine as he bucked into my hand. His arse was rubbing against me through my clothes. I stopped just as he became close to orgasm and he yelled in disappointment. I pulled my shirt off and my jeans and boxers, peeling off my socks and pushing my body to his. He smiled into the pillow and rolled over on his front. He reached behind him, found my wrist and pulled it round his back and onto to his cock. I moved on top of him. I suddenly felt nervous. I slid two of my fingers into him and he hissed slightly, biting the pillow in anticipation. Then he growled into the pillow,
"No, Draco, your fingers go around my cock." The sensation of Harry dirty-talking about the two of us having sex was almost enough to make me come. Especially as he was lying flat on his front naked. I shivered in excitement and slid into him slowly. He growled and bucked into me.
"Faster…" Wrapping my fingers around his cock I began to slide in and out of him at the speed I had longed to go at, pumping his cock and making him cry out in appreciation. Harry collapsed onto the pillow and moaned in ecstasy. I was pretty close to that myself. Leaning over him so that my stomach rubbed his back, I bucked my body as hard as I could, pushing and pulling in and out of him, pumping his cock all the while. He buried his head in the pillow in a muffled cry as he came all over my hand. It was enough to make me go over the edge too and we both moaned in pleasure as I left my deposit deep inside him. We broke apart, panting, staring at each other. He cast a cleaning charm and fell back on his pillows in shocked joy.
We lay there for I don't know how long, each dreaming of the other. I felt his hand take mine and looked over to see him lying stretched out on the bed, his eyes closed in bliss. Eventually I leaned over, bit his ear and said into it,
"I should go. I love you." The spell he had cast over me was indescribable. I was supposed to hate this boy, the golden boy, the boy who lived. But I didn't. I loved him. He kissed me gently and watched me as I dressed, lying effortlessly across the pillows, naked and sexy as ever. I longed to stay with him but knew I could not. Turning away with a massive effort, I left, forgetting the silencing charm on his bed.
"Woooooooow, yeah!" Dean howled, ignoring Ron and Neville's objecting cries. Dean and I had not told anybody the party we had planned in the bedroom that night. I was up on my bed, still dressed only in his boxers and snorting with laughter as I did a joke 'I'm so sexy' dance. Dean, Lavender, Parvati, Padma, Draco, Derek and Harry were standing below cheering and laughing.
At first I had objected to Draco's presence. But I knew that he was Harry's best friend and thought that recently there might have been something more. I swung and bucked his hips madly, rising cheers and woops from the surrounding crowd and cries of disgust from Ron and Neville. As 'so sexy, it hurts' came up on the stereo, I turned around so that my back was facing the crowd, pulled down one side of my boxers to show one slim brown butt cheek, licked my finger and pressed it to myself, making a hissing noise as I did so. I bowed and fell into Dean's waiting arms before receiving a queens' chair from Dean and Harry. It was obvious that Harry was gay. He wore silk boxers and showered every day. He was oblivious to the girls that were so obviously hugely attracted to him and he had never objected to Seamus and Dean getting friendly in the dorm when Neville and Ron were out. Harry and Dean dropped me onto Harry's bed and I leapt up, joining the band of barely clad boys and pyjama clad girls.
A Ravenclaw girl wearing a tight, low lacy pyjama top and mini-shorts dropped her hands loosely onto Harry's shoulders and kissed his neck from behind. She was gorgeous with long black hair and a good figure. Harry waved her away, removing her hands from his shoulders and muttering gently at her. She looked upset. I couldn't blame her. Harry looked seriously hot with his slim muscular chest and silky black boxers. I decided it was time to test Harry
"Okay people, who are we having next?" Yelled Dean over the noise.
"Two, let's have a couple," I replied, knowing that the girls would gratify my wish. Sure enough the upcoming cry was,
"Harry, let's have Harry!"
"Okay Harry, mate, who do you choose?"
"Draco. Obviously." The room went silent. The girls who had requested him looked mortified. Their sex god was gay? Harry coolly walked over to the stereo and turned on a slow, sexy tune that immediately made me turn to Dean and kiss him. It was not practical so I didn't further the kiss but the music was making me want to. Harry took Draco's wrist and pulled off his t-shirt so they were both dressed in their boxers. Many wolf-whistles were raised and Harry raised his eyebrows sexily at his audience. He was a natural performer. He jumped up onto a table and began betraying his body to the music. Only a gay could dance like that, I was sure. Harry beckoned to a bewildered Draco who obeyed. Who couldn't after all? Harry took his wrists and lifted his easily onto the table and the two of them began to dance.
It was easily the sexiest and most stirring thing I had ever watched. The two boys danced around each other, leaned towards each other, each body teasing and beckoning the other towards them and then slipping away. At first Draco was hesitant and embarrassed but because Harry was so relaxed and calm, he became relaxed and calm. I started to see Draco through Harry's eyes. Perfect and sexy, smooth and flawless. The two boys on the table rubbed against each other for the first time and their arousal was infectious. It was pumping through the room like the music on the stereo. People were turning to their neighbours and dancing. We were all rubbing against each other in one big crowd at the feet of those who were leading us. The music got faster and Harry and Draco moved faster. Their symbol was now, clearly sex. The gestures and actions they were making towards each other were full of sexual desire and meaning. The music pumped faster and faster, pushing them on, pushing us all on. Finally the display on the table was frantic. Their legs and arms were wrapped around each other and it was not difficult to recognise the errections. They were sliding against each other pushing and pulling. And then the music stopped and the sex dance finished, the lovers' frozen, apparently contorted with pleasure. For three seconds there was total silence. Then,
"Woot! Yeah, baby!" screamed Dean and the whole party erupted into applause. Harry stood up straight, apparently unembarrassed by his huge errection and bowed. Draco followed suit and they climbed off the table into the arms of the ecstatic crowd.
And so it was established. We were going out and it was no longer a problem for Draco and me to chat in the corridors, to hold hands at breakfast, even to slip into each others dorms occasionally at night. The display at Seamus's and Dean's party had upset Ron a little but it had forced him to understand the concept of out relationship. Everything Draco did, every movement he made, every word he uttered was now perfect to me. I worshiped every square nanometre of his skin, every cell, every atom, and Draco loved me likewise. The first time, in the prefect's bathroom, it had been wonderful, arousing and mind-blowing, but it was just sex. Now it was something much deeper. I knew how he was feeling, felt when he was upset of angry even when we were apart which was not often.
I saw less of Ron and Hermione these days and it was doing all of us some good. It was no longer so exclusive. No longer the battle between me and Ron of who to impress Hermione anymore. She held no romantic interest for me anymore, not even a sexual one. She was returning to being my best friend and I liked it that way. She was becoming one of my favourite shopping partners and Hogsmeade weekends often found Draco, Hermione and me trying on crazy clothes in the local shops. When I shopped with Hermione, the clothes I returned with were more stylish. She encouraged me to spend the money that I had because I could. Jewellery. Belts. Open neck shirts. Silk boxers.
Her dress sense also began to blossom. Draco and I pestered her to take advantage of her curly hair and grow it. She was soon quite the catch with her long flowing dark curly hair, her tight jeans and casual t-shirts. She had a nice figure, particularly well endowed and we encouraged her to show it off, not to be slutty but to let people know that there was something under there.
Of course the press had caught on to my new found love but the comments were dying down now. I was gay, and that's all there was to it. Of course I still got the odd homophobe sending Draco and me hate mail but it wasn't anything I couldn't deal with. The girls finally started to just leave me alone, accepting the fact. For the first time in my life I felt normal and comfortable and I embraced and loved the feeling.
As the ball approached, Hermione, Draco and I became caught up in the frenzy. One day we took Ron into Hogsmeade and bought him some really cool party clothes. We forced him into buying a white shirt and some loose black jeans because he looked cool and casual in them. The shirt, though loose, fitted to his slim form and gave his a certain teasing attraction. The jeans were just jeans. Loose and cool like any jeans. They showed the band of his designer boxers and the slim curve of his hips. As a Christmas present Draco bought him some expensive scent that was masculine and straight. I bought him some black, ordinary shoes that were comfy and casual. Now it was Hermione's turn.
We wheedled and teased and blackmailed and tortured her into trying on a black skirt and red shirt in this shop one day, the same store where we bought Ron's shoes. She looked stunning; we all had to admit it. She still felt self conscious so Draco nipped next-door and bought her some semi-opaque tights and forced them on her. As she changed we hunted she shop for some shoes. We found some stylish white sandal high heels that she at first refused to try on. But in the end we got her to just have a tiny look and when she saw herself her face lit up. Draco bought the shoes and, the day of the party I took her out to get her hair done in an expensive place in Godrick's hollow. We knew that one would not be able to resist the other once the ball started. Up in our dorm, Draco, Ron and I changed into our new clothes and stood in front of the mirror together, surveying each other. Draco looked gorgeous. He wore a black shirt and tightish black jeans that stood out against his pale skin. I wore ordinary dark blue jeans and a green silk shirt with a thin silver snake twining its way along the seams.
"You ready guys? Oh wow Ron you look amazing." This was Seamus, arm in arm with Dean. They both wore tight dragon hide trousers and tight close fitting t-shirts. Not my style but they looked pretty wonderful. As we reached the common room, I suggested to Ron that the three of us wait for Hermione. And so Ron and I sat on the sofa together while Draco disappeared up to the girl's dorms to see how ready Hermione was. Two minutes later, Draco came skimming down the stairs looking much exited and throwing Ron meaningful glances. Hermione stepped out of the arch and Ron gasped to see her. She looked and smelled gorgeous. Without speaking he stood up in an uncharacteristically gentlemanly manner and offered her his arm. She took it and Draco and I followed the two of them out, marvelling at our success.
Harry, Dean Seamus and I hit the dance floor at square one. We danced and partied as long as was humanly possible, throwing ourselves at the music and being totally blasted away by it. Harry was in his prime. Dean was sweating and panting, though enjoying himself but Harry was still cool and concentrated, as though he was possessed by the music. Everybody was watching him because he just looked so fabulous and beautiful. Seamus was dancing with him with the same concentrated look of connection, but not with the same grace and beauty. I longed to have that connection. I knew I could dance beautifully, what I lacked was the certain presence that Harry possessed so universally. People instinctively moved closer to him, wanting to be near him, to share in his energy, in his perfection.
Eventually he lifted is head and we made a silent mutual decision to have break. We both grabbed a beer from the bar and began a slow, peaceful stroll around the lake. The silence between us was comfortable and so neither felt a need or a restriction to speak. Many couples and friends were taking this particular route and the fairies flitted round their heads shedding their light. We began to walk under the first few trees of the forbidden forest, the edge parallel to us so that we kept the castle and grounds in view. I looked over at Harry and was surprised to see the amount of lust and desire in his eyes. He was shaking slightly and was as though fever caught; staring at me as though I was his god. It seemed crazy that he should want me so much. It made me want him back; made me want to do unspeakable things to him just as he did to me. Seeing this he let out a moan and threw himself at me, a tree catching us in our resulting lurch and kissed me so hard that I had to gasp, not just at what he was doing to me but also to drag air back into my lungs.
He gasped and I faltered, wondering if I was coming on too strong. He looked so perfect, so beautiful that I could not stop myself from needing to tough every part of him.
"Harry. There's something you should know." I stared up at him, consumed with passion, wanting to bind my heart to his in a way I have never done before. "I am a veela, Harry. I came of age in November. You are my life-mate." Alarm bells sounded in my head. It was too much. I pressed my lips to his, feeling him respond, shutting out his last comment and locking it away in the depths of my mind. A life-mate. At sixteen. My mind screamed Draco and my body screamed no. I was too young for a life-mate. Draco seemed happy to be distracted in this way and as the last of our clothes fell to the ground he pushed me to the ground and took control.
Ron was gorgeous as he led me around the dance floor, holding me close and safe to his chest as we danced, drank, laughed and talked with fellow students. He was blossoming under all the attention he was getting. I know that he and Harry had fancied me recently and now Harry had Draco I guess all he needed was their encouragement. I looked around for Harry and Draco and saw them entering the hall on the other side. Both looked slightly distracted and rumpled but they through themselves into the celebration dance and my attention soon wandered back to Ron.
"Do you want to dance?" he whispered right in my ear. I giggled and agreed and he led me out onto the dance floor keeping his eyes on mine in a meaningful, eager way that made my heart jump up into my throat. The music was now slow and smoochy-more Ron's style. His arms came around me, his warm breath in my ear we pressed together body to body. I could feel Ron's energy and mine merging, creating a new magic. I moved my head from his shoulder his chest and breathed in his warm scent. Then I looked up into his eyes. His lip was trembling and he was leaning towards me slightly. I closed my eyes and leaned towards him. I felt his lips touch mine and felt him murmur my name against my mouth. I kissed him and kissed him as though there was nobody watching, wrapping my arms around him and giving myself u to his warm lips. We broke apart and I put my face back into his shoulder feeling my body fizzing, burning up for him. He murmured something incoherent and pressed me to him again. It was the most magical and natural thing I had ever done.
Okay lots of explaining! The next chapter will be the last one but then this story runs into forbidden love. Harry finds Sirius and they have a long relationship and Harry loves him but why can't he get Draco out f his head? Find out! It won't happen till right at the end so please be patient. Thanks for reading my story! Love you all my reviewers!