Title: A Most Unlikely Partnership: Chapter 7
Authors: Dark Nuriko and Mayhem's Angel
Disclaimers: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy do not belong to us. The character of Bernard Strongshack however, DOES belong to Mayhem.
Warnings: LEMON. HOT SMUTTY SEX. MALE ON MALE. Do you get it yet?
Mayhem: Oh gods. I can't believe I have to say this… A Most Unlikely Partnership is entirely a work of FAN FICTION. Neither Nurkio nor myself have the privilege of claiming to be the wonderful authoress, J. K. Rowling. If we did, we would be sued. (Hence the disclaimer). Therefore, it is perfectly acceptable to write of Draco being a "good guy" and Harry can be as gay as I make him. All chapters come purely from our own twisted, perverted minds. We mean no insult to the fans, or creator, of Harry Potter and that entire series. We only like to portray our own version of certain events within the books, or create our own. It is fun, amusing, and gives us something to do with our sometimes enormous amounts of free time.
So, to whomever it was that reviewed and complained that Harry would never be gay, and that Draco was a bad guy, must not have realized that they were on the Adult FAN fiction site, under the Harry/Draco category. We really don't know how you could have missed this, but your stupidity is not our problem. Draco will be as nice as Nuriko wants him to be, and if Harry suddenly turns into a flaming gay, it because I decided to make it that way. Besides, have you ever maybe thought that Draco is just misunderstood, and that everyone in the world, including yourself, has bisexual tendencies? Maybe that's why Harry's gay.
Then again, it could just be because Nuriko and I think they look hot together, and would never be able to write a heterosexual couple as well as we can this.
Nuriko: Um... yeah, what Mayhem said. This is FANfiction. Meaning written by fans. While I believe Draco isn't as bad as everyone believes, I have to say something about what was written. The person who wrote said that Draco was responsible for Dumbledore's death and that he was a DeathEater. Well, I have this to say in return. Draco was a reluctant Death Eater... and Snape was the one who actually killed Dumbledore, not Draco. DRACO couldn't kill Dumbledore, thus showing there was some sort of goodness in him. That's the way I see it and I'm sticking to it.
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Harry followed Draco into the house after their event filled dinner at the Weasley's. "That was good. I liked seeing them all again. Even though Mr. Weasley had to get injured for it to happen." He commented, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it up.
Draco laughed softly, pulling off his own jacket. "Oh, my favorite part of the night was when Ron caught us holding hands. I swear his eyes were going to bug out."
Harry laughed a little too, recalling the expression on his best friend's face when he had ducked under the table to pick up a fallen knife and had spotted their intertwined fingers. "I thought he was going to start yelling and having a right fit about it."
"It did seem that way, didn't it," he said, kissing Harry's cheek. "I'm glad he calmed down slightly about it after a while, though."
"Yeah, I am too. I wasn't sure how he would take us being together, but now I'm glad he knows. It will make it easier to tell everyone else."
"You want to tell everyone else?" he asked, surprise coloring his eyes.
"Well, eventually, right? Why, don't you?" Harry asked.
"I could care less who knows we're together. I was just surprised you didn't care."
"I know we're going to have to tell people about it sometime. And you're right, I'm not quite ready to yet."
"Then don't worry about telling other's just now," Draco said, kissing Harry's lips softly. "The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable."
"Okay." he replied, returning Draco's kiss.
Draco, even though they had enjoyed each other earlier, couldn't help but want to be with Harry again. Stepping back, keeping the sudden hunger pushed back, he smiled. "Well, what would you like to do tonight?"
'You' Harry thought to himself, but speaking a different thought. "I'm not sure. Is there something you wanted to do?" He asked politely, while just barely stopping himself from jumping Draco again.
He looked down, brushing a hand through his hair, causing strands of pale blond hair to fall into his face. "Well, there are several things I'd like to do, but I'm not certain you'd want to do such... things... so soon."
"Well... why don't you tell me and we'll see?" Harry said moving close again to brush the hair out of his beautiful silver eyes.
He smiled, leaning in close to the touch. "I want you, if I must say it first, Potter. I want all of you... not just a blow job."
Harry blushed a little at the mention of their earlier activities. That had been a little... awkward. "I-I want you too." He managed around his sudden nervousness.
Draco leaned back slightly, raising a single eyebrow at that. "Are you certain? You seem... nervous."
"Ah. A little I guess. I-I...I'm not really... I don't have much, er, experience with this, uh, sort of thing." His blush deepened, and his stare was starting to burn a hole in the carpet.
Draco rolled his eyes. This was beginning to be ridiculous. "Don't tell me you're still a bloody virgin after all these years, Potter?"
Harry's gaze snapped up to Draco's. "N-No. I'm not. I just... don't quite know what to do with another guy. And I don't want to end up doing the wrong thing with you."
Draco felt one of the old smirks from his school days tug at his lips. "So you aren't a virgin with women... but you are with men?"
"Basically, yeah." Harry admitted, now feeling quite intimidated by Draco's smirk.
Draco came over to Harry and slowly trailed his hands over his chest. "I see. Quite a problem here; isn't there?"
His breath hitched a bit at the other's touch. "I suppose it is."
"Well, I could always take the lead and show you what it's like," he commented, his hand trailing lower until he stroked his ass. "Or... I could just let you play trial and error."
"I think. You should maybe lead. Easier that way." He breathed, leaning a bit into his touch.
Draco smacked his ass once, a grin on his lips. "Oh... don't give me that much power over you Potter."
Harry jumped at the unexpected slap. "Fine. You can lead for now. I'll take care of everything later."
Draco's silver eyes gleamed with eagerness, even as there was passion in there as well. "What if I don't want to give up the control later?"
Harry's own eyes flared with passion, "then we'd have a bit of a problem again. I can't give you total control, and you won't give up the control. Guess we wouldn't be able to do anything."
Malfoy moved closer still reaching out to gently stroke the soft hair at the base of Harry's neck. "Hmmm, then we should just deal with those problems when we come to them," he commented in a husky tone.
"That works too." Harry murmured, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, and pulling him close.
Draco smirked before bending down to nip at Harry's neck, all the while, his thigh brushed against the bulge in Harry's pants.
Harry moaned when Draco bushed against him, and quickly dragged him up the stairs to the closest room. Once they were inside his room, Harry started to remove the clothing that so prevented him from touching the smooth skin of his love. His hands followed the shirt down off his arms, stroking them lightly before they moved to his waist and held the blond in place while he continued to kiss and suck Harry's neck.
Draco enjoyed being at Harry's neck. For he was making the sweetest, hottest little noises he had ever heard. He began to slowly strip Harry as Harry had stripped him. He let go of his neck long enough to pull the shirt over his head.
Once he had complete access to the slightly tanned expanse of chest, he trailed hot, moist kisses from the span of his throat and down along his chest. Finding a single nipple, he flicked it with his tongue, before taking the slowly pebbling peak into his moist cavern to suck on it.
Harry sucked his breath in harshly as Draco moved lower to his nipple. He held him there for a moment, until Harry thought his hands would be put to better use pulling off Draco's pants. Running his hands down over his broad back, Harry slipped his fingers under the fabric, and ran his fingers over the warm flesh. Removing his hands, he undid the belt holding up his pants and then the buttons. Pushing the material down, he greedily took in the sight of Draco's hard erection, almost freed of all confines now.
Draco shivered as Harry's hands traced over his skin. Husky cries fell from his lips as his cock was soon released from the tight confines of his slacks. With a low growl, he nipped the pebbled peak and then shifted over to the other one, teasing it into the same hardness that the other peak was already at.
All the while, his hands slid under the waistline of Harry's own pants to tease the length there. After a slow teasing of the velvet soft tip, he pulled his hands back to undo the belt and button. Unzipping the slacks, he pushed them over his hips and straining erection, freeing him to the cool air of the room.
Harry shivered as Draco's fingers played along his length, giving a little cry when he was released from his pants. He clung to Draco's hot body, wanting to feel him naked flesh to naked flesh. He reached to remove the only obstacle still in his way, and sighed in appreciation when all of Draco was revealed to him. He dropped to his knees in front of the other man, and softly kissed the tip.
Draco gasped deeply, his body arching toward the delicate touch of Harry's lips. "Potter... are you going to be a tease?" he asked, his voice deep and husky with need.
"Maybe just a little." Harry replied, smirking up at him through dark bangs. He returned to his teasing of the strong column of flesh, placing delicate kisses all along it.
He whimpered softly, trying to shift his hips closer to Harry's mouth, wanting more of that teasing mouth on his length. "Harry..." he groaned softly.
Emerald eyes flashed up to silver, and warm, moist lips took the long length between them, increasing the look of suppressed passion in thesilver orbs. Licking at the head, Harry swirled his tongue around it, quite expertly forhis lack of experience. Giving another little lick, he then began to alternate between sucking strongly upon it and blowing warm breaths of air over Draco's cock.
"Har... ry!" Draco gasped, as pleasure rolled through his body like lightning and his eyes darkened with passion and need. The hot, moist cavern that suckled his cock with such care made him moan and groan in desire. His knees shook slightly, almost as if ready to give out. He leaned back, pushing his hips even closer to his lover's cleaver mouth. Even if both were rather new to the art of seduction, Draco couldn't see anything wrong with what Harry was doing.
Noticing that Draco seemed about to fall at any moment, he gave a final stroke with his tongue and pulled away. Standing, he took Draco into his arms, and carried him the short distance to the bed, placing him down upon the green silk covers. Following his lover down, he renewed his exploration of the glorious body laid out before him, leaving marks of his possession upon the creamy neck and chest.
Soft, keening cries and impassioned pleas passed his lips as Harry seemed to lick and suck over every inch of his body. Draco felt himself harden even more, which he had been certain would have been impossible. Yet as his cock seemed to swell in anticipation, he couldn't help but trail his fingers through Harry's thick, dark hair.
Harry looked up at the other man, love and lust shining equally in his bright green eyes. Moving his lithe body over Draco's he captured his lips in a heated kiss, pouring all his love and passion into it. Breaking the kiss, he whispered to him. "I want you to take me. I want to feel you in me this time."
Draco's silver eyes widened slightly at the impassioned words. With Harry having taken the lead so far, he had almost expected Harry to want to take him. So the words from his soon-to-be lover were almost a shock to his pleasure numbed system. "You... want me... to take you?" he asked, wanting to make certain he heard him correctly.
"Yes. Unless you're not comfortable with it. Either way I want to merge to you; to become one with you. Flesh to flesh and soul to soul."
Unable to remain vulnerable, even in front of Harry, Draco mustered up a sneer. "I am uncomfortable with nothing, Potter. I merely thought you were having fun dominating me."
"I am having fun, but I thought you liked being in control more, but if that's how you feel..." Harry dipped back down the slim body andflickered histongue once more over the tip of his straining cock. "I'll be more than glad to continue."
Draco jerked at the teasing lap of that tongue across the tip of his length. "Oh, then by all means... continue..." he managed to get out, his body straining to get closer to that sassy mouth of Harry's. There was much Draco could think of for Harry to do with that clever mouth of his... and none of the ideas were spent on talking.
Harry continued to pleasure him, and when he realized his wand was not at hand, he muttered the spell instead, his fingers now coated in a lubricant. Sliding them carefully against the ring of muscles, he gently inserted one, while his lips still played on the length of flesh, distracting from any pain that might come.
Draco felt no pain. In fact, all he could feel was the pure pleasure that washed over his body from Harry's touch in the most intimate of ways. Pain at being stretched had long ago faded the memories of being raped. There was only warm, willing muscle that seemed to willingly accommodate the slick fingers that sought entrance.
After years of being used, the feeling of willingly giving himself over to Harry, of giving his body to another, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Harry's caring and ability to treat him as someone special, made Draco ache in a new way, one he wasn't used to.
Pushing more fingers into the warm channel, he felt it loosen around him, and he remembered what Draco had told him earlier. Of what the Death Eaters had done to him, countless times over the years of his capture. Many times because of Harry himself. Brushing against the tight bundle of nerves buried inside, he kissed Draco's bruised lips, a single tear sliding out from under his dark lashes.
Draco must trust him implicitly to allow him to take him like this. And it only made the love he held for him in his heart swell all the more.
Draco gasped out as pleasure poured through his blood stream and he felt his blood almost thicken in his veins. He had never felt anything so good in his entire life, and he was feeling plenty of sexual energy at the moment. "Oh! Harry!" he cried out, his body arching up to meet the fingers that moved inside of him.
It wasn't until he felt a tear land on his leg that he opened his glazed silver eyes and looked at his lover. The lone tear track going down Harry's cheek made Draco's heart clench. "Harry, what's wrong?" he asked, though his voice was husky with unspent need.
"N-nothing." he brushed at the wetness on his cheek, "I'm just happy that you're here. That you escaped from Them. That you let me touch you like this." he told him, his own voice raw with the emotions rolling through him.
Draco's gaze softened as he looked at Harry. After a moment of collecting himself, he raised a hand and lightly caressed Harry's cheek.
"Less talk... more action love. The past is what it is... the past."
Harry nodded, taking a deep breath to control himself. Slipping back down Draco's body, he removed his fingers, and replaced them with his own thick length. Sliding softly into him was the most wonderful feeling in the world to Harry, and he was sure he would never be able to get enough of his blond lover.
Draco gasped deeply at the feeling of Harry's thick length suddenly filling his tight channel. Letting his eyes drift shut as pleasure soon shot through his system like lightning, he shifted his hips to accommodate his lover's full arousal.
"Harry," he whispered, silently begging his lover to move, to do something, anything, but just lay there.
"I know." he whispered back. Slowing drawing back out, he set a steady pace for them, finding a rhythm that they fit into smoothly.
Soft cries and moans fell from Draco's lips as Harry began to move inside of him. He felt his own body take up the rhythm and keep pace with his lover, his legs wrapping around Harry's waist. "AAHHH!"
Harry pulled out slightly, when Draco let out a fierce scream, his body arching up off the bed to his. When long legs wrapped around him, he was pulled closer, drawn further into Draco's body. His breath became even more ragged and he strained to make it last just a little longer, but with all the sensual build up before, it was proving difficult.
Draco felt the pleasure wash over his body and he wasn't certain he could stretch the pleasure out any more before losing complete control of his body. "I... can't... hold... back..." he gasped out, hoping his lover wouldn't feel bad about those words.
"Neither... can... I!" Harry let out, punctuating the last word with a scream that came from the bottom of his stomach. "DRACO!"
Harry came in the hot channel as it contracted around him, spurting hot seed into the other. Giving one last thrust as Draco released his own seed, he collapsed on top of his lover, spent and unwilling to move for a very long time.
Draco lay there, gasping and panting, his body sweat soaked and spent. His seed seemed to coat his stomach in a slight sticky covering while he moaned softly at the delicious feel of Harry resting his weight on top of him. "I... love... you..." he whispered into his lover's ear.
Harry looked up from his spot on Draco's chest, searching the silver eyes. "I love you, too." he murmured in reply, truly and deeply meaning it.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him close. With a small smirk crossing his lips, he looked at his lover. "If I had known sleeping with you would be this good, I would have jumped you back during school."
Harry laughed, "I agree. Too bad we hadn't found out sooner. Look at all the years we've missed out on."
Draco's smile was wide, and genuine. "Too many, if you ask me."
"We'll just have to make up for lost time... lost years, rather, then." Harry spoke, a yawn separating his words.
Draco snickered, before curling up around Harry, content to just lie in his arms. "We will, love. Just as soon as we both rest. We've had busy days."