Part Four: The Cauldron Boils Over (boiling point of a love potion)
Harry had just placed his glasses on his bedside table when there was a knock on his door. Slightly annoyed, he picked them up again and threw back his covers.
He walked over to the door, bare feet cold on the stone floor. He opened the door.
"I don't know why I'm here," Draco immediately said.
Harry didn't know what to say. He was torn between slamming the door in Malfoy's face or slamming his lips on his and snogging his ridiculous prattish face.
"Actually, no, screw that. I'm here because you're an arse."
Harry's dumb brain was immediately like 'draco has a nice arse'. He tried to shake the thought and actually listen to the boy in front of him.
"You did that," Draco gestured out the door, and Harry knew he meant the night in the corridor. "And then you pretend nothing happened. Actually you say I ruined things between you and Diggory. And you're just..." Draco gestured to all of Harry. "I just want to know why. What kind of game is this?" Draco was trying to play this cool but his voice was getting small and he could hardly breathe.
"I know what I am, how I've been. I'm nasty, mean, bad-tempered. We've never seen eye-to-eye. I've hated you since we met. I've done… unforgivable things." He closed his eyes, eyebrows clenched with the effort of keeping tears back. When he opened them, Harry noticed his wet eyelashes. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off.
"Shut up, Potter. Just listen." Pause. Breathe. Shakily Draco continued. "I know how I am," he reiterated. "But I'm still a person. I'm trying to be different. Better." Silent tears began to overflow from Draco's eyes. He wiped them away immediately, angry at them for betraying his feelings, and composed himself.
Draco looked Harry dead in the eyes. "You hurt me," he said.
Without a thought about the inappropriate timing, and possible misreading of the mood, Harry pulled Draco into his room and kissed him firmly.
Draco shoved him away, hurt and confusion evident on his face. He put his fingers to his lips, feeling them as he regarded Harry.
"What the fuck?" He said. In a way he was asking himself the same thing.
Harry looked equally confused about his own actions. What the hell is wrong with me? He chastised himself. I'm a fucking maniac.
"I- I'm sorry," Harry choked out, his face bright red. "I don't know why I did that."
Draco's face was unreadable now; not a scowl, not confused… Just grey eyes threatening to bore a path right to Harry's soul. Without a word, Draco closed the door. The room buzzed with their magic. They felt it between them, like the energy between two magnets being held apart. As Draco moved towards Harry the pull was stronger, until they were inches from each other.
Draco placed a gentle kiss upon Harry's lips, breaking the invisible tension between them. Harry sighed, letting go of his breath that he hadn't realised he'd been holding. His minty toothpaste breath fanned over Draco's face, who closed his eyes to savor it.
He had come here tonight because he couldn't stay away. He needed to see Potter. He'd wanted to give that bastard a piece of his mind, and hopefully get some answers. I promise, he had thought to himself, after this I'll give up on him. But Potter's sudden kiss changed everything. Everything clicked and Draco finally realised with great satisfaction that Harry Potter was just as drawn to him as he was to the annoying prat; it had never been one sided. Plans to give up on his feelings abandoned, Draco decided to make Harry his: officially.
Harry brought his lips to Draco's again, lightly, like he was asking permission this time. Draco ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, tasting the remnants of Harry's toothpaste.
Then neither of them could hold back any longer. Their mouths pressed together more fervently. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, who did the same, feeling Draco's small frame once again. His lips remembered Draco's from their night in the corridor. Still soft, still devilishly good at kissing.
Harry tried to dominate the kiss, but Draco's mouth fought him. Then he slammed Harry up against the back of the bedroom door. Harry liked the feeling of someone taking control, but was thankful Draco was using less force than he had the first time when he smacked Harry's head in the corridor.
Draco fumbled frustratedly with Harry's buttons before just ripping his pyjama top over Harry's head instead. He kissed down Harry's chest to his navel and then licked a line following the contours of Harry's torso back up with his pointy tongue.
"Is this alright?" He breathed. Harry nodded.
He took to Harry's nipple and Draco was pleasantly surprised by the sound that escaped Harry. He looked up at his face, seeing him panting, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Draco experimented, licking at Harry's nipple, then kissing, then sucking. He tried out the other nipple: similar results.
Harry was moaning softly now, but Draco stopped. Harry opened his eyes to see why, which is all Draco wanted. Once Harry's eyes were on him, Draco grinned and scraped his teeth gently against Harry's now-dark-pink nipple. Harry's face flushed as he watched, the sensation and visual of Draco was just plain hot.
Draco released Harry's nipple, a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to Harry still. Quickly he wiped the saliva from his mouth embarrassed, but Harry groaned at the sight and pulled Draco's face up to him to capture his moist lips again.
Harry shivered, and it didn't escape Draco's notice. It was too cold tonight and being almost naked obviously wasn't helping. Draco ran his arms up and down Harry's, feeling his goosebumps. He turned them around and with one finger on Harry's chest, Draco pushed him back towards the bed. When Harry reached the edge he sat down, then per Draco's wordless instruction he lay down. His Gryffindor sheet and duvet was bunched up untidily at the end of the bed. Draco grabbed them, shook them out and then tossed them tidily over Harry like he was tucking him in.
Harry looked amused as he watched Draco. He was also glad of the warmth of his blankets.
Harry got comfortable and then pulled back the covers on the other side. "Come here," he invited.
Draco smiled impishly, and slowly lifted the covers from the end of the bed. Like a cat, he crawled under and made his way up from Harry's feet to his body, nuzzling into Harry as he went. Harry giggled as Draco kissed his stomach and his soft hair trailed over his bare skin. When had he stopped with the hair gel, Harry wondered briefly before Draco regained his full attention.
Harry lifted the blankets up when Draco reached his chest, and his blond head popped out. Harry laughed and Draco kissed him. He perched himself on Harry's lap, straddling Harry's hips.
They spent a while sensually exploring each other. Harry tenderly kissed every scar on Draco's abdomen and chest, as though he was apologising with every touch.
The intensity and pace of their exploration started to increase. Harry sat up further, pulling Draco closer against him. Draco then slid back down into Harry's lap again and his arse made contact with something very hard. Harry groaned.
Draco enjoyed the feeling of it hard against his arse, and rocked down on it. His own dick was trapped between their abdomens and he knew Harry could feel how very hard it was too.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry breathed onto Malfoy's shoulder before pressing a kiss to his clavicle.
"I agree with the sentiment," Draco mumbled. They kissed again slowly, both rocking into each other as their tongues languidly curled around one another.
It was then that Draco got a wicked idea. He broke free from Harry's lips and crawled backwards under the covers again. Harry leaned back, resting on his elbows, panting slightly and watching what Draco was going to do next.
"Can I?" Draco asked, his hands at Harry's waistband resting on his hips.
"Merlin, yes," Harry shakily replied. He was so turned on, nerves on fire, and just Draco's fingers brushing his skin was amazing.
Draco wasted no time freeing Harry from his pants. He did take a moment to admire the beautiful straining cock in his hand before he wrapped his mouth around the head. Harry moaned, biting his lip at the sheer delicious heat around him. Draco smiled. Having Harry Potter's dick in his mouth was surreal. It was a nice dick, of course it would be, thought Draco sardonically even as he admired it. It was hot and silky and so hard. Hard for him! He took Harry further into his mouth, covering his teeth with his lips and licking at the same time. Draco had only done this once before but by the sounds Harry was producing, he was doing a much better job this time.
Draco adjusted his position and started bobbing his head so the head of Harry's cock was thrusting into his cheek. Then he brought the head against his tongue again, hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder around it. This elicited an even louder moan from Harry.
With a bang Harry's bedroom door suddenly burst open and firelight from the lamps outside flooded into his room. Harry sat up in surprise, with a yell, knee knocking Draco's chest. Draco squirmed under the blankets, glad he hadn't bitten down on Harry's dick when he was startled.
"Harry, are you alright?!" Hermione asked worriedly. She ran to his bedside. "Me and Ron were walking past your room and we heard you calling out."
Harry bunched his blankets up in an attempt to hide Draco's form from his friends. Draco covered his mouth, trying not to laugh out loud.
"Sounded like a really bad nightmare, mate," Ron said sympathetically.
"Oh, that's okay guys," Harry laughed nervously. "I've had much worse than this. Thank you, both. Really. But I'm fine. I can handle this." Under the covers Draco sniggered.
Ron acknowledged Harry and made to leave the room, but Hermione had latched onto another thing.
"Oh Harry, you really should wear a pyjama shirt when it's this cold," Hermione scolded him. Harry looked at Ron with desperate, pleading eyes. Ron took pity on him.
"Okay, love, Harry says he's fine." Ron put his hand on Hermione's shoulder, coaxing her away.
"Like he hasn't said that before," Hermione whispered blatantly to Ron, who shrugged at her.
"Okay, well, goodnight, Harry," Hermione said and gave him a peck on his forehead. Harry inwardly cringed, knowing how hot and sweaty he was right now. He could tell Hermione was about to comment on it, but thankfully Ron interrupted before she could.
"We're always here for you, mate. You know that."
Harry nodded gratefully at him. "I know. You too."
They chimed goodnight and turned to leave.
"Night," Harry sung, waving them out until the door shut behind them.
Harry flopped back down with a huge sigh.
Draco came out from under the blankets, breathing in the fresh air. "How sweet, Potter's friends come to tuck him in every night," he drawled. "I might throw up."
"Ha. Ha." Harry said sarcastically, and pushed Draco's head back under the covers.
Draco woke up first the next morning, surprised he had slept through the night. He turned his head to look at Harry and laughed when he saw what his face looked like when he slept. Hardly sleeping beauty with his mouth open and drooling onto his pillow. But Draco couldn't help but find it adorable. He inwardly groaned. So this is what I've been reduced to, finding Potter cute when he's drooling like Hagrid's dog, Draco thought. Then he wondered if he should get up, head out before Potter woke up.
They hadn't said much before they fell asleep, just cuddled and kissed. Draco felt like doing that again. He didn't really want to go. Then he thought, why not, and shuffled closer to the sleeping Harry and snuggled into his chest.
Harry snorted as he woke up, feeling wetness against his cheek. He pulled his head back and saw the drool patch on his pillow, slightly grossed out at himself. Then he felt the warmth of someone snuggled against him and he relaxed into them.
"G'morning," he mumbled, kissing the top of Draco's head.
"Smearing your drool all over me?" Draco said, tilting his head to look up at Harry.
"You saw that then," Harry laughed sheepishly.
"Yet for some reason I'm still here," Draco drawled.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, amused by Draco's expression. Draco could have moaned at the feeling of those strong arms around him, but he did have a modicum of self restraint. Harry pressed their lips together. Draco enthusiastically reciprocated, until he felt Harry's lips turn up in a smile.
"What?" Draco sat up. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Harry said, but his smile didn't go away.
"I can hurt you," Draco threatened and Harry laughed.
"It's just, you have morning breath," Harry told him good-naturedly. "I didn't expect you would."
"What," Draco blanched at that, ready to flee the bed and the room in horror. How embarrassing.
"I'll go," Draco said, wriggling out of Harry's arms and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
"Hey, why?" Harry called out, reaching out for Draco's hand. "I don't care," he said, tugging at Draco's arm to get him to come back to bed. Draco's posture was rigid. Harry sighed and got up on his hands and knees, crawling up behind where Draco sat on the edge of his bed. He wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders, kissing at his neck and making his way round to his cheek.
"I really don't care, Draco," Harry whispered at his ear and Draco shivered, hearing his name coming from Potter's mouth like that. "I just always thought you were above humanly things like having a bit of morning breath," Harry teased lightly, but he did mean it. It was just one of those things that was helping him realise how normal Draco really was.
"And of course your breath smells amazing," Draco muttered, and he turned his face towards Harry. Harry didn't miss a beat capturing Draco's lips again, and he stuck his tongue into Draco's mouth to get across the point that he really didn't care if his breath wasn't minty fresh.
"I didn't have a dick in my mouth last night," Harry said, expecting the glare that he received immediately.
"My god, you're sick!" Draco cried dramatically, pushing Harry roughly back down onto the bed.
"You like it."
Draco straddled Harry, trying to keep up his stern expression of judgement, but Harry's open and silly one was too infectious and a smile twitched at his lips.
"Merlin, help me, I do," Draco admitted before he kissed Harry again. Happily Harry leaned up into the kiss. He put his arms around Draco again and flipped them over, grinning down at Draco cheekily.
"Now shall we dirty my mouth up a bit?" Harry said innocently.
"What," Draco looked up at him, catching on when Harry's eyes flicked down his body then back to meet his eyes.
Draco laughed. "It's only fair," he drawled, holding back a moan as Harry started to kiss and lick down his torso.