A/N: I got impatient, so for a happy New Year's I'm giving you another chapter, BUT MAKE SURE YOU RE-READ CH. 11 FIRST! It's really important you did, because I replaced my message with an actual chapter, and if you didn't read that chapter, you'll be lost. So, READ CH. 11 AGAIN BEFORE READING THIS! And I made this chappie extra long just to make for my hiatus.
Disclaimer: Don't own it…I'd think of something wittier to say, but as it is I'm pressed for time.
Warnings: hmm…language and there's a nice lil handjob scene. So, yes, there's SMUT!
Chapter 12: Miseria Cantare- The Beginning (AFI)
DMHP
"I'm what?" It seemed as if the whole world was closing in on Harry; he was losing sense of time and space, only knowing the line of "staying…with the Dursleys".
Dumbledore suddenly stood, rage radiating off him. "Is this really necessary, Mr. Fudge?" Cornelius Fudge just smiled lightly at Dumbledore and replied with, "Oh, please call me Cornelius, Albus."
"Mr. Fudge," the old wizard said again, emphasizing that he would stick with the last-name basis. "Is this really necessary? You know what happened during the summer. How can you think it's a good idea to send Harry back there?" Fudge chortled lightly. Harry and Dumbledore were both thinking the same thing at the time; What an asshole. "Albus, Albus, Albus –"
"Professor Dumbledore," the headmaster corrected. Fudge continued, albeit a bit on edge. "Professor Dumbledore, although the Dursleys seem to have been slightly abusive to our dear Harry-"
"Don't fucking call me 'dear Harry'!" Dumbledore gave Harry a look that both said 'take it easy' and 'way to go!' Fudge just kept talking, although he was starting to get a little more anxious; apparently he was the only one in the room that didn't hate him. "Although the Dursleys seem to have been slightly abusive to Mr. Potter here, their residence is the only place where he is guaranteed safety from Voldemort."
"But what about safety from my uncle!" The panic was easily detected in Harry's voice. Fudge continued to talk, which basically meant continuing to piss off two of the greatest wizards of their time. "In my opinion, the abuse wasn't that severe and Mr. Potter here should be able to deal with it, if Vernon Dursley even abuses him again." That was it. Dumbledore slammed his fists down on his desk, still standing.
"Mr. Fudge, how can you say such things! Not that severe! Harry almost died! Any sort of abuse shouldn't be tolerated, or 'dealt with' as you put it; abuse is absolutely intolerable, and Harry shouldn't be submitted to it! It was bad enough during the summer when we didn't know," Harry looked away from Dumbledore, embarrassed. He had yet to tell the old man that the abuse had been going on for years now.
Dumbledore continued, not noticing Harry's embarrassment. "But to knowingly send him back to his abusive uncle is just idiotic! Harry staying at Hogwarts during break is obviously a much better route to pursue." Dumbledore sat down after his rant, though he looked that he was just about to jump back up and kill Fudge.
Fudge cleared his throat. "I acknowledge that abuse is a wretched thing, but under the circumstances, a bit of abuse", Harry then yelled "A bit! Fuck that, it was more than a bit of abuse!" which went completely unnoticed by Fudge, who continued to talk. "A bit of abuse is much better than the possibility of Mr. Potter dying at the hands of Voldemort."
Harry piped in again. "What about dying at the hands of my uncle? Is that much better?" Fudge had two sets of eyes glaring at him, hatred spilling forth. The man squirmed in his seat a bit before saying, "Mr. Potter will return to the Dursleys over break, and will return to Hogwarts when the next term begins, no sooner. Refusal to do so will result in Azkaban for Professor Dumbledore, as we cannot have our savior locked away in Azkaban."
Fudge's voice held a tone of finality, making both Dumbledore and Harry realize there was nothing they could do; Fudge had the say over them and whatever he decided should happen would happen, even if that meant sending Harry to his abusive uncle or sending Dumbledore to prison.
Dumbledore continued to glare at Fudge but eventually uttered two words. "Get out." Fudge made sure that Dumbledore and Harry knew for a fact that the Boy-who-lived would return from whence he came for the duration of the break, and when the headmaster gave a sharp nod and Harry flipped him off, Fudge knew he had won. He left quickly, feeling that if he stayed any longer, he might not live to see the next day.
Once the door closed, indicating Fudge's exit, Harry heaved a great sigh. He collapsed back into the chair, running his hands through his unruly hair. Dumbledore sighed as well, his many years of life reflected upon his face. Harry couldn't remember a time he'd felt so scared, and that was saying something.
Harry was terrified of returning to the Dursleys, especially since his departure from the house wasn't at all kind. Considering that his uncle usually beat him for no good reason, he was sure to get quite a beating for actually doing something that was out of line, well out of line in the Dursleys' eyes.
Harry swallowed hard, realization crashing down on him. There was no way he could avoid it; he would be returning to Privet Drive for winter break. Harry couldn't deal with it. He stood up shakily, a slight sweat breaking out across his forehead. Without a word, the Gryffindor made his way to the door.
As he opened the door, a weary voice came from behind him. If he hadn't known that Dumbledore was the only other person in the room, he wouldn't have been able to figure out it was the headmaster's voice he heard; it sounded too defeated and tired to have been the cheery voice of Dumbledore.
"Harry…m'boy, my dear boy…I'm so sorry. I wish…I wish I could make it so you didn't have to go, make it so you could stay here over break, but I can't. I've even talked with Fudge about allowing you to use magic during the break, for your safety and well-being, but the man refused. I tried, Harry. I wish I had been able to make it better somehow, but I wasn't able to do so. I'll try to check up on you daily somehow, but who knows with that bastard being in control."
A few tears slid their way down Harry's face as he looked at his mentor. Harry felt truly good from the words Dumbledore uttered, even though the whole situation was incredibly depressing. To know that someone cared that much for him meant the world to Harry.
There was no need for words on Harry's part, he just locked eyes with the headmaster and gave a small, sad smile before leaving the room. Harry made his way down the stairs and corridors numb. He couldn't, wouldn't think about the situation he found himself in, for he would surely breakdown and that wouldn't do at all well in the middle of a hallway.
As the raven-haired boy found himself in the dungeons, he wished that he was with Draco. If he didn't find Draco soon he knew that everything would catch up with him, and he wasn't sure if he could control himself from cutting again. He truly needed Draco at the moment, but the blonde was nowhere to be seen.
Harry decided to go to the abandoned classroom where the two first kissed and sat on the floor, trying to keep his mind clear of his thoughts. But, as people often do, Harry began to think. And the only thing that was on his mind at the time was the fact that he would be returning to the Dursleys for winter break.
Like a hurricane, the shattering thoughts of what was waiting for Harry back at his old house came and completely fucked him up. He couldn't contain his emotions anymore. A sob ripped from his throat as tears began flowing, replacing the bittersweet ones from Dumbledore's words.
As if on cue, Draco walked into the room, seeing a very broken Harry on the ground. Harry had no clue as to why his boyfriend was there, but at the time he didn't care, the important thing was that he was there and Harry wasn't alone anymore. Draco ran over to the Gryffindor, falling gracefully to the ground and enveloping Harry in a caring hug.
All Harry's resistance crumbled at that point, and he fell into the abyss of complete and utter depression. Sobs racked his body, tears pooling on the ground. Harry's hands clutched at Draco's robes, holding on as if the grip were any less, Draco would leave him.
Draco held Harry, planting light kisses on the side of the raven-haired boy's face, until the sobs ended. Harry was left with silent tears falling down his face as he tucked his head under Draco's chin. Draco kissed his boyfriend on the top of his head and waited for him to start talking.
After a few minutes of silence, Harry spoke. "I have to go back." Draco was utterly confused by this. "Go back where?" he asked. Another sob erupted from Harry's mouth, but he gained control of his emotions again quickly, taking a few deep breaths before continuing to speak.
"I have to go back to my Muggle relatives. I have to go back to my uncle." Draco knew very little of Harry's Muggle relatives, but when Harry said 'uncle', it seemed to ring a bell in Draco's mind. The problem was that Draco didn't know why he felt he knew something about Harry's uncle. But then it hit him. The night when he thought he'd taken Veritaserum, he beat up Harry and during the fight Harry started screaming for an Uncle Vernon to stop.
Holy shit, Draco thought. This had better not be Uncle Vernon. Whatever this Vernon guy did obviously scarred Harry, probably physically as well as emotionally. "Harry, are you talking about your uncle Vernon?" Harry stiffened under Draco's arms.
"How do you know about him?" Harry's voice was a hoarse whisper, the pain very evident. Draco responded, attempting to make his voice sound as soothing as possible. "That night, when you convinced me I had taken Veritaserum, when I was punching you, you started screaming something about an Uncle Vernon. You were screaming for him to stop."
Harry shuddered, yet another sob escaping. Draco soothed him for a couple minutes more until Harry was capable of talking. "I…um…shit. Well, I can't talk about it now; I have to calm down a bit more. Just…I'll tell you later tonight, alright?" Draco nodded, kissing Harry on the top of his head again.
Another few minutes and Harry and Draco separated. Harry went to wipe his face, when his hand was grabbed by Draco's. "I want to make you feel better again," Draco muttered, leaning into Harry. The next moment, warm lips were against his cheeks, kissing where the tears had so recently been.
Draco kissed his way all over Harry's face, dragging his tongue against the soft skin every so often. When the blonde finished kissing all traces of tears away, he moved his head back and looked at his boyfriend's face. A face that was covered in tears and completely broken-looking only a moment ago still looked broken, but there was now a hint of happiness lying underneath.
Draco enveloped his boyfriend in another caring hug, releasing him after a few short moments. "Go to bed," Draco commanded, noticing how desperate Harry needed sleep. Harry nodded but then said uncertainly, "Come with me." The Slytherin was rooted to his spot for a few moments, trying to figure out what to do.
If he took a nap with Harry, that meant entering Gryffindor territory, not so good for Draco, unofficial leader of the Slytherins. But taking a nap with Harry also meant just that, taking a nap with Harry. Unable to resist sleeping with the man he loved? No, not quite, cared for deeply was more like it. Unable to resist sleeping with the man he cared for deeply, Draco threw caution to the wind and agreed on the nap.
Harry smiled a bit more before going in for another kiss. The kiss was short and sweet, and right after it ended, Draco found himself being dragged up to Gryffindor tower. It wasn't very hard making it to the tower, as most students were back in class at the time, leaving the corridors and Gryffindor tower deserted. There was no one in the common room when Harry and Draco arrived at the Gryffindor dorms, and they quickly made their way to the seventh year boys' dorms.
Once there, Harry led Draco to his bed, stripping off his shirt and jeans as he went. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the sex fiend that just so happened to be his boyfriend. If he wasn't in such a sappy, cuddly mood, Draco would've jumped Harry's bones in a heartbeat.
Copying what Harry did, Draco stripped down to his boxers, noticing Harry's eyes practically molest him the way they were scanning over his body, not that Draco minded Harry's perverted eyes. Before making it to the bed, the two found themselves in another kiss. Unlike most of their kisses, this one was sweet and loving, calming the boys and giving Harry a morsel of happiness.
Their kiss ended abruptly when they heard someone moving around in the bathroom. Both Harry and Draco muttered "Shit!" before Harry was bustling around, picking up Draco's clothes. He shoved the items in his boyfriend's arms and pushed him over to the corner of the room by Harry's bed. Harry motioned for Draco to stay there as he scrambled through his trunk. After a few moments, the raven-haired boy pulled out a cloak. "Wait, how is this supposed to hide me-oh," Draco said as the cloak was thrown around him, making him invisible.
"I never thought the rumors of you having one of these were true, but I guess I was wrong," Draco said as Harry slid under the covers of his bed. "Shh," Harry uttered a moment before the bathroom door opened. Ron came walking out, whistling as he made his way over to his trunk.
After a few seconds he realized that Harry was in bed, and a puzzled look settled over the features of the redhead's face. "What are you doing here, mate? Are you sick again?" Harry shook his head no, sadness enveloping him again as he remembered why, in fact, he was there.
"I'll talk to you about it later, Ron. Right now I need rest and some alone time." Concern was the next emotion showing on Ron's face. "Are you alright? Is it serious, err- I mean important?" Ron stumbled over his words as he realized when he said 'serious' it was probably taken as 'Sirius'.
"Yeah, it is. It's really bad, Ron. I don't know how I'm going to deal with it." Ron walked closer to Harry, sitting down at the foot of his bed.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it right now?" Harry nodded his head, mumbling something about how it should wait until he's calmer and how he's too tired. Ron just nodded back, patting Harry's leg comfortingly before getting up and leaving the dorm room.
Once Draco knew it was safe, he pulled off the cloak and made his way to Harry's bed. "Do you want to talk about it now, or do you want to wait," Draco asked softly. Harry closed his eyes, pain evident on his face. A solitary tear trickled down his face.
"Just…hold me. For now. I'll talk in a bit, I just need you to hold me," Harry muttered, his body shaking, trying to control the sobs attempting to force their way from his throat. Without another word, Draco climbed into Harry's bed, pulling the hangings closed and aligning his body behind that of his boyfriend's.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's torso, placing a gentle kiss to the back of the brunet's neck. With a quiet sob, Harry turned around, burying his face in Draco's chest. Not skipping a beat, Draco pulled the other boy against him, rubbing circles on Harry's back, much like how Harry did to Draco during the blonde's breakdowns.
Harry sobbed, fresh tears wet against Draco's chest. They stayed like that for quite some time, until Harry's sobs subsided, due to the fact that he had fallen asleep. Draco kissed Harry on his forehead before closing his eyes in an attempt to go to sleep. When he was almost in the clutches of slumber, a quiet voice broke the silence. "I'm ready to talk now."
Draco eyes snapped open. He brushed his hand over Harry's cheek as he said, "I thought you were asleep." Harry turned his face into the touch of the blonde, eyes closing momentarily. "No, just gathering my strength for what I'm about to tell you." Harry took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. With a sigh, Harry began.
"After my first year of Hogwarts, my uncle started abusing me. I had always been a bit underfed and up until my first year of Hogwarts, I was kept in a cupboard under the stairs. But, the summer between first and second year, it was a more severe. They started feeding me less and less, and made me do more chores. That was it- until the summer after second year. That's when I got my first beating.
"Sure, they smacked me around a bit before that, but this was my first real beating. I hadn't been fed in a few days, and I tried to sneak some food to eat later on. My uncle found out and he…beat me and then he-he, ate the food in front of me, smirking down at my broken body. I passed out after that, waking up in the same place; they didn't bother to move me to my room.
Tears were streaming down Harry's face again by this time, and Draco was holding his hand in a death grip, kissing the back of it every so often. Harry continued.
"The beatings started getting more frequent after that, as well as increasing in severity. It went on every summer; I would manage to heal most of the wounds the Muggle way before I went back to school and my uncle helped by stopping the abuse a couple weeks before I was due back at school." Harry laughed at that point, amused by the idea of calling Vernon stopping the beatings for a short time help.
Harry swallowed deeply as he went on. "It kept getting worse, and my most recent beatings involved either a knife, chain, or in my last beating's case, both." By this time, tears were falling freely down Draco's face as well, his grip on Harry getting all the stronger.
"After the last one, I passed out, waking up I don't know how long later. I just packed up my bags and left, well dear Vernon," Harry spat his name venomously, "made me cook them lobster before I left. But as I left, I…uh, said 'fuck you' to my uncle, thinking I wouldn't have to see him ever again and it was okay to finally say what I've wanted to say for years now.
"But, apparently Fudge wishes to 'protect' me by sending me back during winter break. He thinks it's safer since Voldemort will be unable to get to me there. He doesn't seem to realize a bigger threat awaits me there; my uncle. I just…I-I don't want to go back," Harry was getting hysterical now, sobs interrupting his speech and his face burrowed in Draco's chest once again.
"I'm so scared, Draco…I'm fucking terrified. I don't know what'll happen. I can't even use magic to protect myself." Draco looked shocked at this last statement. "But I thought you were seventeen already? You should be able to do magic."
Harry laughed bitterly. "Well, Fudge decided that since I'm still in school, I should be considered a minor and I'm not permitted to use magic until school's over. The same goes for everyone else; it's this new law he passed. Dumbledore's going to try to check up on me daily, but he's doubtful that he'll be able to with Fudge orchestrating everything. I'm so fucked, Draco; I don't know what to do…"
Draco kissed him softly on the lips, pulling the broken boy flush against him. Draco put his lips to Harry's ear, whispering sweet nothings to him until the raven-haired boy fell asleep. Even afterwards, Draco held on to him tightly, kissing his forehead every once in a while.
Draco was falling asleep again, but once again he was pulled from his slumber by the door to the dorm room opening. Harry's eyes fluttered open, growing wide as he realized that not only had one of his dorm mates returned, but all four had. "Shit, Draco," Harry said in a hushed voice. "You have to get out of here! Now!"
Luckily, since Draco was lying on the side of the bed that was farthest away from the door, he was able to reach down onto the floor to grab the invisibility cloak without anyone noticing. He wrapped the cloak around him quickly, giving Harry a peck on the lips before standing up. As he was walking away, though, a hand closed around his wrist.
"Come back later tonight. Say, eleven thirty?" Harry's voice was pleading as he continued. "You can use the cloak and the password is 'amor vincent omnia'. Please come…I need you tonight."
Draco leaned back down to Harry, kissing his forehead. "Of course I'll come back," he whispered before making his way across the room, careful to avoid bumping into anyone or anything. Fortunately, they had left the door open, and Draco slipped out without incident.
Harry just closed his eyes and somewhat regulated his breathing when his curtains were pulled back by Ron. Harry heard Ron mutter, "Poor Harry, he looks completely devastated. I wonder what's going on. I really hope he's okay; he's been through enough shit for this lifetime, and many more after this one."
Warming at his friend's concern, Harry opened his eyes, feigning sleepiness. "Ron? Is that you?" Harry finished the sentence off with a big yawn, creating the illusion of just waking up. "Yeah, mate, I'm here. Do…you want to talk?" Harry nodded.
"But can it just be you and me? I want to tell you and later when I'm asleep or gone or something, you can tell everyone else; I won't be able to handle it." The look of worry increased greatly on Ron's face, his hand patting comfortingly on Harry's shoulder. "Sure thing, I'll just tell the guys."
Ron stood and made his way across the room, talking in a hurried whisper. Harry noticed the rest of his dorm mates nod minutely, concern showing up on all their faces. And as they left the room, they all looked back at Harry with sad smiles. Once they were gone, Ron charmed the door shut and put a silencing spell up. "Now, what's going on?"
Harry heaved a great sigh and said, "I have to go back to the Dursleys." Ron paled visibly. Though Harry had never really talked to Ron or Hermione, or anyone excluding Draco a few minutes ago, about his abuse, Dumbledore had talked to both of Harry's best friends at the beginning of the year, explaining things a bit. Ron and Hermione had kept to secrecy; the only sign of them knowing was a bone-crushing hug from both of them, followed by sincere apologies in case they hurt him at all.
"What!" Ron said, jaw locking, tight with controlled rage. "They're sending you back there! After all that's happened over the summer? Fucking idiotic! They cannot let you go back!" Harry interrupted before Ron could continue his rant.
"Ron, Dumbledore has tried all he can to make it so I don't have to go, but Fudge is determined to send me back. There's nothing we can do about it; I'll be going back to the Dursleys come winter break. Oh…and Ron? I didn't tell Dumbledore this, or anyone really," Harry excluded Draco from the 'anyone' category just then; it wouldn't do well to say the only other person he'd told was their supposed nemesis. "Well, the abuse didn't start this past summer," Harry muttered, looking down at his sheets rather than his best friend's face.
"Then when did it start?" A slight blush crept up Harry's cheeks. Ron asked him again, impatience overflowing his words. "Umm…the summer after first year." Harry cringed as Ron started yelling and ranting. "WHAT! This has been going on for years and no one found out until this summer! Why didn't you tell anyone, Harry? We could've helped you." Ron's voice was taking on a bit calmer and more sincere tone by the end of it, but it was still pretty harsh.
"I just...I don't really know how to explain it, but I guess I felt if people knew they would see me as weak and be disappointed in me or something. I know it's stupid, but it's how I felt, still feel, I guess." Ron gained complete control over his anger, sitting down next to Harry.
"It's alright. I just don't understand how you could go all these years without telling anyone." As Ron said that, Harry thought of his being gay. That, too, he's kept a secret for years now; he realized he was gay even before he found out he was a wizard. "Just…get some rest and we'll talk tomorrow. Hermione will be here too. Now, go to sleep, you definitely need it." Ron gave him a tearful hug and a pat on the shoulder before getting up and once again leaving.
Harry rolled onto his side, following Ron's orders and falling asleep. The next time he awoke was due to warm arms encircling his waist. He opened his eyes to see those of his boyfriend staring back. Harry leaned in a pecked Draco on the lips, which soon turned into a very hot, very passionate make-out session.
The broke apart only when oxygen was needed, and even then only their mouths separated. Harry smiled warmly at Draco and said, "I'm glad you came back." Draco went in for another kiss that lasted a number of minutes and when they broke apart again, he returned the smile and said, "Me too."
Draco's face took on a look of seriousness as he spoke again. "Do you…need to talk or anything?" Harry's immediate response was, "No!" The Gryffindor went on, "I just want this, here, right now. Just hold me and make me forget." Entering another passion-filled kiss, Draco pulled Harry to him, all space between them now gone.
The kiss ended after a long amount of time, and Draco noticed the brunet's eyes slipping closed. Draco kissed his forehead. "Go to sleep, you need it. I'll wake you before I leave." Harry gave him a quick peck on the lips before falling asleep within moments. The blonde looked lovingly at his boyfriend; hating that Harry had to suffer through such mass amounts of shit.
Draco didn't want to risk falling asleep and sleeping in late, so he ended up staying up the whole night just watching Harry sleep. Every couple of hours Harry would wake up, see Draco, give him a sloppy, sleep-induced kiss and promptly fall back asleep. Around four in the morning, Draco decided it was time for him to go.
He shook Harry awake, quietly saying he was going to go back to the Slytherin dorms. Harry pulled him into a fierce hug, kissing him just as fiercely. They reluctantly broke apart and Draco stood up to leave. Harry told him to wait, reached around on the ground, and when he found the desired item, threw his invisibility cloak at the blonde and told him he'd be needing it. Draco just smiled at him, leaned in to give him another quick kiss, then turned and left.
The next week and a half ended up being fairly calm, considering exams going on the whole last week and the nearing of Harry's inevitable return to his former house. Draco snuck into the Gryffindor rooms every night after that first one, but unlike the first night, he actually went to sleep, setting an alarm with his wand to wake him up at four in the morning.
Draco and Harry spent almost every waking moment, excluding classes and meals, together. They usually went to the Room of Requirements and mainly studied. They also talked a lot, staying on safe topics, avoiding Harry's cutting- which he hadn't done at all since the news of winter break-, abuse, and Draco's tormentor who, thankfully, seemed to be taking a break from assaulting the Slytherin.
The night before Harry left, he was curled in Draco's arms, lips latched onto the other's, tongues fighting for dominance. They broke apart, panting. Harry nuzzled his head in the crook of Draco's neck, something he'd taken a liking to do and did whenever the opportunity presented itself. There was a silence, not awkward in the least, until Draco sighed and realized that the two had to talk.
"Look, when you head to the Dursleys tomorrow-" but he was cut off by Harry. "Can we not talk about this?" Draco sighed again and continued. "We need to talk about this. You're leaving tomorrow and I want to make sure you're safe. Is there any way you could talk to me while you're there? Could you owl me or something?" Harry sat there for a few moments, mulling things over in his mind.
"Well, I suppose if you send me an owl early in the morning, say two or three a.m., I should be able to owl you without incident. But, other than that, I won't be able to talk to you at all. You have to remember not to send an owl during the day; I can't even imagine what my uncle would do to me if he found out I was talking to another wizard during break, not to mention my boyfriend. He wouldn't be able to handle me being gay. To him it would be another abnormality to beat out of me."
Harry shuddered, blinking his eyes rapidly to try and prevent the tears from falling. The next moment, his lips were claimed by Draco, a tongue automatically slipping itself into his mouth. After a few minutes of kissing, the passion steadily growing, Draco rolled Harry onto his back and straddled the Gryffindor.
Feeling their erect cocks rub together through the material of their boxers was like heaven to the two of them. They still had never gotten off together, most nights being to exhausted or, in Harry's case, depressed to do anything except kiss and cuddle. But tonight was the last night they'd be seeing each other for two weeks; it had to be special.
As they rocked against each other, the pleasure building to phenomenal proportions, Draco needed more. This wasn't enough to quench his lust. Draco took one of his hands from where it was formerly rubbing the brunet's chest and swiftly stuck it down Harry's boxers. Harry yelped slightly, not expecting his boyfriend's hand down his pants. His yelp soon turned into a moan, though, as Draco stroked up and down the rigid flesh several times.
They were both panting, Harry eliciting moans that would've been extremely embarrassing had there not been a silencing spell in place. After a few moments caught up in the extreme euphoria, Harry came back to his senses and instead of just sliding his hand into Draco's boxers, he chose to rip off said boxers, revealing a glorious sight. Harry knew Draco's body was nicely toned, but he never imagined it to be so incredibly sexy.
He growled deep in his throat and latched his mouth onto one of Draco's dusky nipples at the same moment his hand came in contact with Draco's dick. Draco moaned loudly, tossing his head back in pleasure. All words were lost, moans spilling forth from both boys in rapid succession.
The hands quickened, each boy pushing into the other's hand as they grew nearer to their climaxes. Both were panting heavily now, as if they'd just ran ten miles. Their mouths met again in an almost violent kiss; tongues pushing against the other, teeth clacking, lips bruising. As Harry raced toward completion, his hand was now a frantic pace stroking up and down Draco's flesh, and his hips were pushing furiously into the tight hole of Draco's hand.
With a monstrous groan, Harry pulled away from Draco's lips, his head falling onto the blonde's shoulder, come spraying both boys. As Harry nipped and sucked on the skin of Draco's neck, Draco's hips snapped frenetically, white heat spilling forth, coating hands and chests.
They fell back onto the bed in a boneless heap, both trying to catch their breath. With a muttered cleaning spell, Draco tumbled off of Harry, pulling the raven-haired boy's back to his chest. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, kissing him lightly on the neck before falling into a heavy slumber. He didn't even wake when the alarm went off.
Draco slowly opened his eyes as the rays of sunlight poured through the window. Wait, sunlight? Shit! Draco cast a quick Tempus charm, revealing it was a bit past eight in the morning. Draco cursed under his breath, peeking through the curtains to see if any of Harry's dorm mates were awake at the moment. Good, they were all asleep.
Draco woke Harry up, shaking his shoulders furiously. "Harry," Draco whispered. "Harry, wake up!" The Gryffindor grunted lightly, rolling over and away from Draco. Draco sighed with frustration. Thinking of no other alternative, Draco ripped the blankets off of Harry, leaving the brunet to freeze his ass off.
Harry yelled sleepily, "Hey! Gimme the blanket back!" Draco shushed Harry, telling him the time. Harry bolted up, on the verge of a breakdown. So, now Draco had to spend more time trying to calm down his boyfriend, telling him if he didn't shut up they'd be in even deeper shit since his dorm mates were sure to wake up from all the racket.
Harry got a strange look on his face before saying, "So what if they found out? I say we tell them." Draco looked at Harry skeptically. "No. Absolutely not." Harry looked crestfallen at the blonde's refusal.
"Why not? Why don't you want people to know? Don't your parents already know?" When Draco gave a sharp nod, Harry continued. "Then what is so bad with us coming out? What?" Harry was giving the Slytherin a death glare, a look that could kill.
Draco looked at his boyfriend for a few moments, sighing heavily. He sat down next to Harry, sighing once again. "We can't tell anyone…because if you tell your friends, then it'll just cause you pain." Before Harry could interrupt, Draco continued. "Remember what I told you? Don't trust all those you believe to be your friends. I can't allow for you to put yourself in even more danger by coming out."
Harry looked devastated, but nodded all the same. Feeling all too depressed to say much more, Draco gave Harry a long hug, going in for the last kiss they'd share for two weeks. Pulling back, Draco rubbed his thumb in small circles on Harry's cheek before leaning in again and pecking the other boy on the forehead.
Draco squirmed out of Harry's grasp, throwing one last look back at his boyfriend before leaving the dorms and, really, Harry's life for fourteen days. Draco didn't see Harry the rest of the day, resorting to counting down the days, hours even, until Harry returned.
Draco's first week of break was uneventful. He was in correspondence with Harry, though he couldn't help notice how the letters he'd gotten seemed…different somehow. They didn't sound like Harry. Draco was left at Hogwarts, finishing all his homework the first three days of break.
He had nothing to do; Blaise went home for break and Marcus was going to be gone the first week. Luckily, though, his bourbon-eyed friend was returning that afternoon. Draco wandered around the grounds until three in the afternoon, when Marcus said he'd be returning.
As Draco entered the Slytherin common room, he was pulled into one of Marcus' spontaneous hugs. Draco responded immediately, hugging back fiercely. When they broke apart, Marcus smiled warmly and Draco and pulled the blonde over to a sofa so they could catch up on all the juicy gossip.
They talked for quite some time, Marcus sharing stories a-plenty about his holidays and Draco discussing the absolute lack of fun he'd experienced the past week. As Marcus shared a story about his vacation, the entrance to the common room opened, revealing a disheveled looking Dumbledore.
As Marcus looked at the headmaster, his face took on a grim expression, a hand wrapping tightly around Draco's wrist. Draco gulped. Dumbledore spotted the silver-eyed boy and walked over briskly, lines of worry etched across his forehead. Draco stood up as Dumbledore grew closer, Marcus standing up next to him, practically hugging him by now.
"What is it, sir?" Draco asked, almost positive he knew what it was already. A great sigh. "It's Harry. He's in the hospital wing." Draco paled, forcing back the threatening tears.
"But-but he's alright, right?" Dumbledore sighed again, dragging a hand over his face. "Draco, m'boy, he's lost consciousness. We don't know when he'll wake up, if he ever does."
Draco grew numb to his surroundings, only knowing of Harry and how he might not wake up. The last thing Draco remembered before heaving up the contents of his stomach and passing out were the sorrow-filled eyes of his friend and the melancholy look on his headmaster's face.