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:Chapter Sixteen: Birds
Monday:
Flying Class was going much better than last week's class, in Harry's opinion. Even with the daylong detention yesterday, Harry was much more rested and in better spirits.
Dodging a bludger with ease and batting it far away, Harry then took the time to look around. Today's class was just a recap of the last one: Doing specific tuck and roll maneuvers before batting the bludger away. Harry knew he must have been out of sorts last week to have been hit bad enough to have to go see Madame Pomfrey. Hopefully that event wouldn't be happening ever again.
Last week was a very long week for Harry. His spirits had dropped to a new low that he didn't know was possible. Thankfully on Saturday, he finally realized that Malfoy's… er, Draco's feelings for him were real. Of course, they weren't quite together yet. Draco wanted him to be sure about things before they jumped into a relationship. Apparently Draco already knew that he wanted more than just a casual relationship between them – he wanted something more solid. Harry had a lot to think over.
They had been exchanging letters again, starting Saturday night. Harry was thrilled every time he saw his mailbox glowing. Yesterday the seventh years did detention from 8am until 5pm, so Harry didn't see Draco until suppertime in the Great Hall. By then, Harry had seen too much of that room for his tastes. He was one of the lucky students to be on his hands and knees scrubbing the Great Hall floor that day and afterwards he had to scrub every table and bench too – and that was just the beginning. Professor Snape had come up with some very physical and degrading punishments and Professor McGonagall had still been so upset about them sneaking out that she backed up Snape with every punishment he rattled off.
Hearing a low humming sound brought Harry back to the present. He quickly tucked and rolled before hitting the bludger off.
"Oi, Potter! Let's not have a recap of last week. You'd better be paying attention!" Someone said.
Harry turned around and saw Draco tossing his bat into the air before catching it again and again.
"Why? You don't want to be tortured by having to carry me up some more stairs?" Harry replied back.
Draco smiled and nodded his head before taking off to whack another bludger.
After class, Harry was in the locker room grabbing his change of clothes before heading into the shower area. He was moving intentionally slow because he had seen Draco walking towards the showers just a few minutes earlier. Of course, Harry knew he had to hurry up because his next class was Potions. He didn't even want to think of how bad it would be if he showed up late to that class.
Thinking of that, a bit of bravery surfaced and he grabbed his cleaning supplies and walked into the showers. He hung his towel on a peg and walked over towards his usual shower spot, making sure that his back was to Draco.
"You'd better hurry up." Ron said to him. "Snape was in an awful mood yesterday, I know he's going to give us hell all week to pay for this coming Saturday."
"Don't remind me. I'm dreading it for sure." Harry replied.
After he had washed his body and rinsed, he turned his back to the water and started wetting and soaping up his hair. He immediately caught eyes with Draco across the room - who was also in the process of shampooing his hair. Blushing, Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head back to rinse off the suds.
When Harry opened his eyes again, Draco had already finished rinsing his hair and now had his back turned towards Harry. Even through the foggy steam, Harry could gladly take in the sight of a perfectly shaped bum. Draco's skin looked so soft, Harry wanted to lick every drop of water off of it to find out if he was correct. Scanning the boy's body and watching his hands, Harry realized that Draco was wearing the bracelet he made for him. Harry guessed it was the first time Draco had worn it into the shower, not that he had made it a point to look at Draco's arm before then. Harry couldn't believe how happy it made him feel, seeing the bracelet on the other boy's arm.
Draco then turned the water off and spun back around before Harry realized what was happening. Draco caught his eye and smirked, he then winked and started walking towards his towel.
Harry immediately turned around and buried his face in the running water to hide his grin.
A couple minutes later, Harry turned off the water and headed towards his towel.
After getting dressed and ready for class, him and Ron set off at a fast pace to make it to class on time.
Thankfully they weren't late, but less than a minute after they sat down, Snape slammed the door and stalked to the front of the class.
"Well, it seems you students are determined to make my life… difficult. Let's see if I can do the same. Take out your quills and parchment and get ready for the first pop quiz of the week."
They spent the rest of the lesson cutting ingredients for a potion they were going to make in a few days. Harry was picked on and cut down every chance that Snape was near him. In the end, he lost a total of sixty points for Gryffindor. As they were getting ready to leave, Professor Snape turned to the class and said, "I expect a three foot-long essay about today's lesson. Due next class."
The students made sure they were in the hallway before moaning about the long essay they had to do. In the past, Snape had been known to add more length on if he heard a student whine about the current assignment.
-o-O-o-
Sitting down for supper, Harry glanced over at Draco, who was obviously waiting to catch his eye. Once they locked eyes, Draco turned and continued talking to his Slytherin classmates. Harry watched him for most of the meal.
Shifting his eyes to the right, Harry noticed the look on Grahams face. Graham had been watching him and did not look very happy. Harry decided that he was going to have to deal with that situation soon.
After supper, when Harry was leaving the Great Hall, he felt someone touch his back. Turning around, he saw Graham.
Graham linked arms with him and guided him into the hallway and then took him behind one of the staircases for more privacy.
"I don't know what's going on, but I want an explanation." Graham demanded.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about. I haven't lead you on about anything, so I don't really owe you an explanation."
"Oh yes you do. You've been flirting back with me and teasing me since the party last month."
"No, that's all in your head, Graham. I already told you before, that I'm not interested in you in that way. And me being nice to you instead of telling you to fuck off is not considered teasing or flirting in my opinion! You're reading into it the way you want to, not the way it's really happening."
Graham looked frustrated. "Why did you kiss Draco in Zonko's? You and I were getting along good up until that point."
"See, this is what I'm talking about! I was being nice to you on Saturday, but from my viewpoint, it was only us tagging around each other and not like we were there together or anything."
"Well it felt like that to me. I really like you, Harry."
"Well I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way. So if you're going to constantly get confused about where we stand, which is only as acquaintances, then I'm going to have to stop being friendly with you altogether so that you won't keep getting the wrong idea."
Graham grabbed Harry's arm. "What do you mean? Are you saying you want to be my enemy?" He then pushed Harry back up against the wall. "Tell me why you kissed Draco? What's he have that I don't?"
"Less aggressiveness, I'd say." Draco said, appearing suddenly behind Graham.
Draco was standing there, looking as if nothing was wrong, twirling his wand through his fingers.
Graham backed away from Harry and looked back and forth between them. "What's going on with you two?"
"Nothing that you need to know about. Now excuse me while I escort Harry to his tower."
They walked off, leaving Graham standing there fuming.
Walking up all the flights of stairs, including the shifting ones, they didn't talk about anything. Both boys were deep in thought by the time they were standing near the Fat Lady's portrait.
When they stopped walking, Harry turned towards Draco.
"So thanks for getting me away from him. He's really starting to creep me out."
"I just think he just has a huge crush on you, not that I can blame him. But don't worry, after I have a talk with him tonight he will be leaving you alone from now on."
"Thanks."
Both boys were looking at each other when Harry stepped forward to embrace Draco. Harry put his arms around Draco's neck; Draco's arms then wrapped around his waist. Harry breathed him in and decided that he definitely liked the smell that was Draco. Then he placed his head onto the taller boy's shoulder causing Draco to grip him tighter. The hug lingered until they heard someone start to walk up the stairs. Harry broke off and gave Draco a smile as he walked the rest of the way to the Portrait. When he was walking through it, he gave a quick wave goodbye.
Entering the Common Room, Harry was accosted by Ron.
"What did Graham want?"
"Just to talk. He's mental. Thinks I've been teasing him even though I told him upfront how I feel about him."
"What a leech. Well I won't leave you alone with him again."
"Yeah, that would be nice." Harry replied.
"Let's get started on our Potion's essays." Hermione called out to the boys from a table in the corner. She was already saving them both seats.
-o-O-o-
Tuesday started off as any regular day. The only difference was that at breakfast, when Harry saw Draco, his heart sped up a little bit. He quickly dismissed it and continued eating.
Later that day, seeing Draco in the hallway made Harry think back to years ago when they used to always sneer at each other in passing. Today Harry realized that Draco hadn't harassed him a couple of years and he wondered why he never noticed it before.
When they caught each other's eyes while passing, they held contact for as long as possible. Harry was starting to realize his attraction for the blond boy. How he had never acknowledged Draco's good looks before was beyond him. Now he easily could admit that Draco was the most attractive person in school and it made his legs feel weak knowing that Draco only had eyes for him.
Wondering why, Harry thought about his own looks. He felt that he was average looking, he was easily the smallest boy of his year, and his hair was very unmanageable - the list could go on. How he had managed to capture Draco's attention years ago while they were still feuding was something he was curious about.
That night they had exchanged a few more letters. Harry was glad that they were back on writing terms.
The next few days were good as well although Harry had only seen Draco a few times in class, hallways, and the Great Hall. But it was never a good time to talk to him. His fascination towards Draco was growing bigger every day and he even found that he was having difficulty concentrating in classes they shared, because Harry would watch him throughout most of the lesson. During his current Transfigurations class, he discovered that he really wanted to run his fingers up and down the back of Draco's pale neck; which was very visible since Draco was looking down to take notes and his chin-length hair spilled on either side of his neck. Harry wanted to place kisses there to find out how Draco would react. He wondered if the boy would squirm as much as he imagined he would.
"Mister Potter?" McGonagall asked, sounding impatient.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry responded, looking up from Draco's neck.
"I asked why you weren't taking notes like everyone else."
"Oh, sorry Professor." Harry said as he tried to focus on the teacher instead of the boy he was fixated on.
-o-O-o-
The biggest excitement on Wednesday occurred when Harry walked into the Great Hall for supper. Hedwig appeared through a window and flew down to him. Harry looked at the thick letter and cast Specialis Revelio, to test it before he opened it. The spell revealed that there was hidden magic inside.
Harry looked up to Professor Dumbledore, who was already watching him as if he knew something was going on.
Seeing the result of the spell, Hermione warned, "Don't open it, Harry!"
"I hadn't planned on it."
Harry looked back to the staff table and saw that Dumbledore was beckoning him. Harry got up and walked to the staff table and stood in front of the Headmaster. He then handed the letter to Professor Dumbledore.
"Yes, good thing you checked before opening it. I'll look into this. Why don't you stop by my office around 7 o'clock tonight?"
"Yes, sir." Harry said before he turned around to go back to his seat.
After he sat down, he glanced up at Draco who then tilted his head towards the doors. Harry nodded and a few minutes later excused himself from the table, telling his friends that he wasn't very hungry.
Harry walked through the doors and sat at the bottom of one of the staircases. A couple minutes later, Draco walked through the door.
"What was that all about, are you okay?" Draco asked while walking up to Harry and placing his hand on Harry's arm.
Warmth of pleasure went through Harry's body.
Harry stood up and they started walking down one of the nearby hallways.
"Yeah, no. I mean, I don't know who it was from, but apparently it had hidden magic inside, so I didn't open it. I'm not sure what it was."
"Well it's a good thing you checked."
"Yeah, I'm not too worried about it. If it's from Lestrange, she's obviously crazier and more unstable than I thought... thinking that something that simple would trick me."
"Either that, or maybe she did something that juvenile to put you off guard for something else she has planned. You should really be careful."
"I will, thanks."
After their short conversation, people started filling out of the Great Hall. Harry waved goodbye to Draco and joined the Gryffindor students in walking up towards their tower; Draco met up with Pansy and walked towards the Dungeons.
A couple hours later Harry was making his way down the stairs towards Dumbledore's office. While talking with the Headmaster, he was basically told what he had already figured out. The letter had a portkey inside of it and it was a very weak attempt on Lestrange's part. The thing that concerned Draco also was concerning Dumbledore – whether or not this attempt was lame on purpose and she had something better brewing.
-o-O-o-
Thursday was pretty uneventful. Classes dragged by as usual. Harry could now safely say that his crush on Draco was progressing even further. He shocked himself when he realized he was actually looking forward to going to Potions for the first time in seven years – just so he could see Draco. Meals were quickly becoming his favorite part of his day, just so he could watch him. Harry couldn't imagine what it must have felt like for Draco to have been crushing on him for years and never get any response from him besides narrowed eyes. Harry felt like such an arse when he realized this. Harry's day seemed to get better the more he got to see him. He already felt connected with Mischief, but now he was developing a huge attraction for Draco. Now every time Harry saw him, his stomach felt like a weight had been put in it.
-o-O-o-
Friday was a little disconcerting for the seventh years, who realized the following day they should have been going to Hogsmeade – but instead would be spending the entire day having classes with very grumpy teachers. Seamus went around trying to spread cheer and remind all four Houses that it was worth it. He even had the photos to prove it since Colin had gotten many rolls of film developed and was showing them around.
Even at breakfast, with Snape wearing a smirk that read, 'I'll make you pay,' Seamus was still trying to bring up everyone's mood. At least they were lucky enough to not have lost all their Hogsmeade trips for the rest of the school year, he would remind them.
After the last class that day, most of the seventh-year students went to their Common Rooms to do homework and study because they wouldn't be having a free Saturday like usual. They were positive that all the teachers would be giving them loads of homework to do as payback for them losing out on their Saturday as well. Most of the seventh years went to bed very late that night.
Waking up early on Saturday, all the seventh years rushed to get ready and put on their uniforms. A schedule was in their mailbox telling them which classes to go to and at what time.
Breakfast was very short and depressing, because they knew all the other years were sleeping in and would be heading out to play outside or go to Hogsmeade in a few hours.
Harry's first class was Transfigurations. Professor McGonagall provided them with a very long and boring lecture that they had to take detailed notes on. She assigned them a four-foot long essay due at their next class.
For Charms, Professor Flitwick must have had an agreement with McGonagall, because he gave a long and more boring lecture than usual. His assignment was a two-foot long essay.
Herbology was extremely dull as well. Professor Sprout had borrowed an unused classroom in the castle and gave a long lecture and made them take notes. This was the first time they weren't in the greenhouse doing something interesting. She too, assigned them an essay.
The rest of Harry's classes went like that. The teachers must have all gotten together and decided to do nothing but give drab lectures and assign long essays. Harry knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight either, because he had to do his homework if he wanted to go to the Hufflepuff party the following night.
Lunch was cut short – they didn't have the full hour they usually did. They were given twenty minutes to eat and make it to the next class.
Finally, the last class on Harry's schedule was Potions. He was dreading this more than any other class. By this time it was almost 3pm and he was exhausted like all the other students. The class was two hours long today.
"Take out your quills and parchment," Professor Snape snapped as he entered the classroom. "You will be taking notes for the entire length of class."
And just like all the other classes, Professor Snape gave a lecture on the most boring aspects of Potions. After only fifteen minutes of class, Harry was starting to drift off.
Snape noticed this and picked up a book and slammed it on Harry's desk, making him jump up in his chair.
"Stand up, Mister Potter!" Snape yelled. "Now!"
When Harry stood up, Snape waved his wand and Harry's chair disappeared.
"There. You will be standing for the rest of class. Don't drift off again."
With the class being two hours long today, Harry wasn't sure how he was going to be able to stand up for the rest of the class. They still had an hour and forty-five minutes left and he was exhausted as it was. Plus, he had to hold his notepad on his arm and take notes that way. His notes were quickly becoming messier than usual.
Throughout the rest of the class, Harry was shifting from foot to foot. This was irritating Snape and he called on Harry many times to answer questions, causing Gryffindor to lose House points over and over.
The class dragged on and was by far the worst class of the day, just like Harry knew it would be. He just wanted to get back to his room and take a short nap. Every time Snape saw Harry pause in taking notes, he handed him a book to stack underneath the parchment he was taking notes on. Before long, his feet were hurting and his arms felt like they weren't attached any longer. By the end of class, Harry was holding a stack of five thick books in his left arm. It hurt so bad to keep holding them up, but Harry wouldn't give Snape the satisfaction of giving in and lowering his arm. For the past thirty minutes, Harry had been writing down random words, pretending to take notes. He couldn't concentrate on anything except to keep standing up and holding the books. It was a good thing Snape didn't look at his notes.
"Put down your quills." Snape spat. "Your homework will be to write a five-foot long essay, due on Monday."
When the students filed into the hall, they started complaining about the day.
"I can't believe he made you stand for two hours taking notes! And with those books too!" Hermione stated.
"I wonder if he's even allowed to do that?" Ron asked.
"It's too late now, it's already done." Harry said, while walking up the stairs towards the Great Hall. He saw Draco out of the corner of his eye, but didn't want to look at him. He was afraid it would cause him to fall apart if he saw any trace of pity on his face.
The students filed into the Great Hall.
"Finally." Harry said grumpily as he sat down at the table, feeling relieved to be able to sit down.
"We have so much homework! How are we possibly going to get it all done?" Ron asked.
"I wonder if Hufflepuff will be canceling the party tomorrow?" Hermione wondered.
"They better not! It will be the only good thing about this whole weekend." Ron said.
"Well I guess we better hurry up and eat so we can get started on our homework." Hermione said.
And that's just what they did. All the seventh years stayed up well past midnight, even though they were getting disoriented after doing homework for over seven hours straight. It was officially the worst Saturday in all of Harry's years at Hogwarts.
Heading up to his dorm, Harry saw that his mailbox was glowing. He removed the paper and read:
Dear Harry,
Are you upset with me? I tried to catch your eye after Potions today, but you wouldn't look at me. I was so pissed at Snape for what he did to you; I had to control myself so I wouldn't lash out at him. I have lost some respect for the man after today.
I was trying to catch your eye because I wanted to offer you a piggyback ride to the Great Hall since I knew your feet would be hurting.
Anyway, I hope you have a good night even though it's not likely since we will all be up doing our homework until the morning…
Hope to hear from you soon,
Draco
-o-O-o-
Many floors below, Draco was finishing up his Transfigurations essay. It was a little difficult because he couldn't concentrate very well. He had written to Harry about five hours ago and still hadn't received a reply. This made him think that Harry was, in deed, upset with him. He hated the fact that every ten minutes or so, he would glance up at his mailbox to see if it was glowing yet, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.
When he was writing the last paragraph for his essay, he looked up. His mailbox looked like it was glowing. He closed his eyes, sure he was imagining it, and opened them up again. It was still glowing. He forced himself to finish the essay before he got up because he didn't want his roommates to see how eager he was.
After retrieving the letter, he walked back to his desk and sat down. He had been waiting for this reply for many hours, but now that he had it in his hands he couldn't bring himself to open it. His fear was that the letter would be brief and something to the effect of, 'Yes, I'm obviously mad at you. Why else would I purposefully ignore you? By the way, thanks for sticking up for me in Potions today, it showed how much you care.'
After debating whether or not to open it now or wait until after he woke up, he finally, took in a deep breath and opened the letter.
Dear Draco,
I'm sorry that I didn't respond earlier. I was doing homework until a few minutes ago down in the Common Room. Yes, I did purposefully ignore you after class – but it wasn't because I was upset with you. It's hard to explain but I'll try. I didn't want to appear weak in front of Snape, and when I saw you in the hallway I knew if I talked to you that I would lose it and he would see me come undone. I guess I would have wanted you to comfort me, whereas I could just take all the words my friends were giving me in stride without falling apart. I hope you can understand. I am sorry that I made you think otherwise.
I want to invite you to the Hufflepuff party tomorrow (or rather, tonight, seeing as it is 3am on Sunday now). This is assuming they are still having it. I am finished with most of my homework and after I get some sleep I will finish up the rest before the party.
I can meet you there around 9pm if you want. Let me know.
Exhaustedly yours,
Harry
-o-O-o-
Draco released the breath he had been holding. 'I guess if someone's going to ignore you, this would be the best reason ever.' Draco concluded, feeling relieved.
He quickly jotted off a reply, accepting the invitation to the party and Harry's apology for ignoring him. This just might turn out to be a good weekend – after all.
-o-O-o-
When Harry woke up, it was still morning. He read the note from Draco and was thrilled that he would meet him at the party later. Harry then woke his roommates up and they all went to take a fast shower, get ready, and then rush down to breakfast before the kitchens stopped serving food.
After eating, they went back upstairs and got started on the rest of their essays. Many hours later, Harry finally finished all of his homework. His hand was cramped from all the non-stop writing. Looking around, he could see the other seventh years were flexing their cramped hands as well. By dinnertime, most of the students had finished all their homework, although every one of them was looking tired from the lack of sleep.
At the Great Hall, some of the Hufflepuff students were giving thumbs up signs to show that the party was not cancelled. The other students were glad and suddenly their moods improved. The grumpy and tired faces they were wearing all weekend were now looking bright and excited.
Harry got ready that night for the party. At Seamus' begging, Harry let him pick out clothes for him to wear and also tried to 'fix' his hair. In the end, it looked even more wild than usual. Seamus assured him it was a good look.
"So who's the date?" Seamus asked Harry. Besides Ron, none of the guys knew that Draco was Harry's Quill match yet.
"You'll see tonight."
"Are you sure? You're not just making this up, are you?"
"I promise, you'll get to see us together tonight." Harry answered.
-o-O-o-
Later that night, Harry was downstairs in the Common Room. All of the fourth years and above had already left for the party. Harry was playing a card game with a couple of the lower grades when he noticed the time.
"Oops, I really have to go." Harry said as he quickly stood up. He had told Draco to meet him at the party at nine o'clock and he was now ten minutes late. By the time he got to the party, he would be at least twenty minutes late.
When Harry finally walked into the party, he immediately spotted Draco sitting in a chair talking to some fellow Slytherins. Draco's back was to him. As Harry walked around the chair, he noticed what Draco was wearing. He had on a thin black hoodie over a blue shirt, and he was wearing comfortable looking black jeans. When Harry made it around the chair, he climbed on top of the blond boy's lap and squeezed Draco's hips with his knees.
"Hi pretty." Harry said as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on his forehead. "Sorry I'm late and sorry for ignoring you yesterday."
"Hmm," Draco answered as he put both hands on Harry's waist and held him there firmly. "How do you plan on making it up to me?" Draco asked, pretending to look innocent.
Harry stood up and took Draco by the hand, leading him out of the door, not caring about the shocked looks they were getting. The hallway was less noisy, although there were groups of people standing out there talking and goofing around.
They walked around until they found an abandoned hallway. Harry swiftly pulled Draco to him and bit his cheek. Draco made a deep throaty noise and roughly pulled Harry closer to him, now their hips were practically smashed together. Harry put both hands on Draco's arse and ground himself into the other boy, causing more noises to come out of his mouth. Harry ground himself up against the willing boy in front of him a few more times, growing more excited when he realized Draco had gotten very hard.
Harry seized Draco's lips and forcefully kissed him as he slowly backed Draco up against a wall. Their mouths opened and both tongues fought for dominance in the kiss. Keeping his body flush against Draco's, Harry backed his head away from the blond boy. Draco's mouth followed Harry's – but Harry used both of his hands to shove Draco's shoulders back, keeping him completely against the wall. Harry looked deep into Draco's beautiful gray eyes and smiled wickedly. Very slowly, he started to drop to his knees. Draco's eyes went wide with excitement and a soft moan escaped from his lips. As Harry was undoing his belt and zipper, Draco lifted Harry's face up and peered into his eyes.
"Wait, Harry. I… I need to know where we stand."
Harry smirked. "I thought this made it pretty obvious."
Draco rubbed both of Harry's lips with his thumb. "Please."
"Hm. Well, this past week has been torture for me, realizing my huge crush on you and wanting to touch you so badly. I can't even imagine how it must have been for you all those years."
Draco bit his bottom lip and Harry continued. "Not what you're looking for? Okay then, yes, I want to be your boyfriend. Now let me show you the benefits of that."
Harry continued fiddling around with Draco's pants until they dropped to the floor. He didn't need to touch Draco to tell that his erection was threatening to burst through his shorts. He slowly lowered them, taking in the sight. The hallway was dimly lit with candles, but he could make out every detail of the enlarged member in front of his face.
Draco was a hefty size and Harry wrapped his hand around it, causing an unrecognizable word to escape from Draco's mouth. Harry put his face closer to the shaft and stuck his tongue out. He licked up the precome and then proceeded to swirl his tongue around Draco's head. At this point, Draco lifted his arms high above his own head, scratching at the wall behind him.
Harry removed his mouth from the swollen head and licked up and down all the sides of the shaft to make it wet, in preparation for what he was going to do next. After all the sides were wet, he went back to licking the sensitive head and opened his mouth wider. He went down a little bit and then came back up; after a few rounds of this he was now taking the entire length into his mouth. Above him, Draco was making some crazy noises.
Harry was making sure to caress Draco's sack with his free hand. After working the shaft with his mouth for a few minutes, he lifted his mouth off and heard Draco whimper in loss. Harry tilted his head down and started licking and sucking on Draco's ballsack. Then he leaned up and was placing his mouth back onto the throbbing member, but this time used his hand along with his mouth to keep a rhythm going that was apparently driving Draco senseless.
He knew Draco was getting close to orgasm because the mouth above him was getting louder with its moans and whines. Draco started bucking gently into Harry's mouth. At last, Draco came with a very long roar into Harry's mouth. Harry swallowed every drop, kissed the head, and then lifted Draco's pants up from the ground.
Draco pulled his shorts on and then his jeans. When he finished fastening his belt, he gave Harry a long kiss on his lips and then grabbed Harry by the shoulders and pinned him against the wall.
"You're still hard." Harry stated after Draco pressed his body full against him.
"I could go again, yes." Draco said with a smile as he kissed up and down Harry's neck. "But I want to return the favor."
As Draco started to drop to his knees, Harry grabbed Draco's arms and lifted him up. When Draco was standing back up he gave Harry a questioning look.
Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against Draco's, causing him to forget what he had planned on doing – until Harry ground his hips up against the body in front of him.
Draco got the picture and started grinding up against Harry. Harry, who hadn't come in days, was whimpering into Draco's open mouth as they kissed. It felt so good to Harry that a few minutes was all it took. Harry's moans started getting closer and closer, until it was one long syllable.
When Draco knew Harry was about to explode, he shoved his hand into his pants so he could feel him when he came. His thumb could feel the spray every time it shot up and his palm could feel the throbbing of Harry's release. His hand was soaked by the time he lost it himself and orgasmed for the second time that night.
Draco removed his hand and placed it on Harry's hip, under his shirt. He continued holding the green-eyed boy up against the wall, placing very wet and long closed-mouthed kisses on Harry's lips. After a couple minutes, Draco pulled back and took his wand out of his jacket pocket and cleaned the evidence off of him and Harry.
Then Draco leaned both elbows on either side of Harry's face, and with a huge smile said, "So, boyfriend, I enjoyed that very much. You're amazing and I can't wait to play with you again."
Harry chuckled and said, "Mmn, you tasted good." Then he wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him into a tight hug.
When they broke off they started walking down the hall back to the party. Draco reached down and linked his fingers with Harry's.
After they entered the room, they found an empty chair and sat down. The chair was large for one person, but for two, it forced them to sit very close together, which wasn't a bad thing.
"Well, you two look like you had fun out there." Pansy said as she stepped in front of the two boys.
"Does this mean you two are together now?" Hermione asked, with hope sparkling in her eyes.
"Most definitely." Was the answer Draco gave her.
Instead of answering, Harry leaned slightly to the side, wrapped both arms around Draco, and placed his head on his shoulder and then closed his eyes.
Harry was content to stay like that all night, but sometime later the sound of one of his favorite songs made him open his eyes.
He quickly stood up. "Draco, dance with me." Harry said as he pulled Draco by the hand in the direction of the make shift dance floor.
Remembering how much he wanted to dance with Harry at the last party, Draco gladly accepted the invitation.
Neither boy noticed the odd looks they were getting from the other students. They weren't bad stares, just slightly shocked looks at seeing the two former enemies looking so happy together.
Harry and Draco danced together for most of the night. It didn't matter what type of song it was, fast or slow, they stayed on the dance floor. At least an hour had gone by when another good song ended. Both boys were sweating from the intense dancing.
"Want me to get you a drink?" Draco offered.
"That would be great, thanks."
Draco walked off towards the bar and the next thing Harry knew, he was getting tapped on his back. Turning around, he found he was staring into someone's neck. Looking up, he found a familiar face.
"Wow, you two look cozy." Ron said. "I'll admit that I was freaked out when I first heard he was your Quill match. But now I can see how the sorting hat would pair you two together."
"Me too. I can't believe it took me this long to realize it."
Ron put his hands on Harry's shoulders and they started dancing, with quite a bit of space between them.
"So are you two a couple now?" Ron asked.
"Yes, officially and exclusively."
"Good. I was starting to get concerned about you this past week. I guess you've been zoning out thinking about him, huh?"
"Am I that transparent?"
"Well at the time, no. It looked almost like you were sulking or something. Hermione wouldn't let me ask you about it though."
"It would have been hard to explain."
"Well I'm glad things worked out for you two."
Ron removed his hands from Harry's shoulder and stepped back, looking behind him.
"So, it looks like you're making him happy. Just keep it that way, alright?" Ron said to Draco.
Draco handed Harry a bottle of water and turned back to Ron. "That's my intention." He replied.
Ron nodded and turned around to find Luna.
"Well, he was very accepting." Draco said, sounding a slightly shocked.
"Yeah, thankfully." Harry agreed.
After that, they went and found a couch to sit down at. Harry started massaging Draco's palm.
"What's this for?" Draco asked, almost purring.
"Doesn't your hand hurt from writing all those essays?" Harry asked.
"If you don't let me fall asleep, I'll return the favor." Draco promised.
-o-O-o-
Waking up the following day, Harry was fully exhausted. The weekend started off horribly, but last night sure made up for it. Sneaking out to Hogsmeade was worth all the hell that Saturday brought for sure. Harry didn't even want to think about how things would be if he didn't pick up that piece of Dandy Candy that Draco tried to throw out.
When Harry finally made it to breakfast, Hermione shoved a newspaper into Harry's hands.
Before he could open his mouth to ask what he was supposed to be looking at, the title on the front page jumped out at him.
………The Chosen One Chooses Homosexuality?………
Harry Potter goes gay? We have it under exclusive knowledge that our
Golden Boy Hero is officially dating someone at Hogwarts. Who is this
lucky person, you ask?
Our secret-spiller has informed us that Harry Potter has recently started dating
Draco Malfoy. Yes - the son of Death Eater Lucius Malfoy who is now enjoying
his time in Azkaban thanks to his son's lover.
We are trying to get an interview with Lucius Malfoy to find out what he thinks
about his only son dating the boy who took away his freedom for the second time.
-o-O-o-
Harry couldn't even finish reading the article. He decided that this was probably revenge for him not accepting the interview with Rita Skeeter a couple of months ago, regarding the Bellatrix Lestrange deal. 'People were bound to find out at some point.' Harry thought.
Harry looked up at Draco to see what his reaction to the news was. Draco shrugged his shoulders and Harry was relieved. At least now they wouldn't have to worry about people finding out about or hiding their relationship.
-end of chapter-
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Note: Thanks to those of you who have stuck with my story this far!
Note: Thanks to ReadingWench who told me one of my paragraphs was worded like shit! I fixed it. (If you're curious which one, it was the fourth one down, starting with 'They had been exchanging'). Thanks!
