Sorry, again, for the lateness of this chapter. There's been a lot going on that has kept me from posting. First off, I just found out about a week or two ago that my dad has cancer, on top of that, I am a diabetic and havent been feeling to well lately. So, I will gladly take any complaints on the lateness of this and probably the next two or three chapters. Thank you all for sticking with me and this story for so long. Now onto the chapter...
Chapter 22: Draco's Return
Draco walked to the fireplace and reached for the pot of floo powder, grabbing a small amount into his hand. It had been arranged that he would floo back to Hogwarts to Severus's rooms. The fireplace would be open for one minute in which he was to leave before the connection was broken. Standing before the fireplace, Draco could feel the weight of his mother's stare on his back, and he held himself stiffly under its force.
"Remember your mission, Draco," she drawled, her voice smooth and light. "Do not fail." He forced himself to turn and look at her, eyes guarded and face expressionless.
"I will do as you and our Lord wish, mother," Draco replied evenly. She nodded, and he returned it before turning around and tossing the powder into the fireplace, and calling out his destination. He stepped into the green flames and watched as his mother spun away, as he traveled several grates before emerging gracefully into the rooms of his godfather.
"Welcome back, Draco," Severus greeted, and Draco looked up from dusting his clothes off.
"Hello, Severus," Draco said, striving to make his voice calm. He guessed he succeeded fairly well when the man smiled slightly.
"You're just in time for lunch, have you eaten?" Draco shook his head, finding it hard to be there with his mission so heavily on his mind. "Lunch will be served soon then, if you're hungry," Severus said walking from the fireplace. Draco followed behind him.
"I'm not hungry, Severus, I'm just going to go to my room and put my things away. Maybe rest a bit also," he shrugged. Severus raised an eyebrow at this, looking at him closely.
"Come back later then. I wish to talk with you," Severus said, still looking at him shrewdly. It made Draco slightly uncomfortable and a bit irritated. He nodded, though, and forced a small smile.
"I'll be by before dinner," Draco said, as he was leaving the room. He was glad to not run into anyone on the way to his room, and immediately upon entrance he enlarged his bags and set them aside. He ignored everything else and headed directly towards his bedroom. From there, he went to his trunk and opened it, canceling the Concealment Charm, and opening the hidden compartment. He pulled out the dagger that rested in the invisible pocket and fell back on his arse on the floor.
He hadn't thought he would need it during those five days, no matter how much he hated his mother, but as soon as he heard about his mission he had wished for it. He knew he could have used something else, or that he could have just transfigured something, but he hadn't. He didn't know why, though, considering how desperate he had been for the cold, sharp blade.
Shaking his head, Draco took off his robe and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He didn't bother taking the Concealment Charm off himself, too in need to waste anymore time. He pressed the blade to his skin and held it there for a moment, before he dragged it, slowly, diagonally, across his wrist. Immediately, blood began to bloom from the cut, slowly trickling down his arm. But, he didn't stop, and made another cut atop that one, diagonally, the other way.
More blood began to trickle down his arm, sliding over the sides and onto his pants. He ignored it, and made another cut atop the others staining his pale skin in more red blood. He felt his despair and the cold helplessness retreat some; felt the tumult of emotions that had been running through him for three days begin to recede from the surface. He felt less suffocated and cornered, and he sighed. He stared at the blood that dripped down his arm in big drops.
What am I going do? Draco thought, watching the red liquid impassively. What was he going to do? He still hadn't decided, but he knew he didn't want to spy on Severus. Problem was his mother expected him to write her with anything he found out about his godfather. He knew he could write and tell her he had found nothing, but his mother would become suspicious after awhile, and he couldn't afford for that to happen. He was stuck in a hard place, indeed.
Sighing, he picked up his wand and cast a cleaning charm to get rid of the blood on himself and his clothes. He caressed the blade of the dagger with a finger, almost tenderly, before putting it back in the secret pocket of his trunk and recasting the Concealment Charm. He picked up his robe, dropped it on top of the trunk and fell onto his bed.
He felt a little light headed from the blood loss, but his mind was clearer than before. He still wasn't sure about anything, though his mind was in a slightly more peaceful state to be able to think about everything. Rubbing his temples with his finger tips, Draco thought of his options for what seemed like the millionth time. The best idea he could decided upon was to either spy or not spy on Severus, but send his mother letters with either false information or the truth – that he hadn't found anything out. That was a good idea for the time being, until his mother got impatient with his 'lack of progresses' in his mission. Fortunately, she had much better patience than his father, and he knew he could use this tactic for a good bit of time.
The other problem lay in what to tell his godfather. He figured it was probably better to tell him what was going on for his safety, but the thought of informing the man who was more like a father than his real one that he was under watch for being a potential traitor made him feel uncomfortable. Besides, he didn't know if Severus was completely loyal to the Dark Lord, or not. And as he was sure he didn't want to be a Death Eater, did he really want to put himself at a disadvantage, and let known – even to Severus, whom he trusted – that he didn't want to join the Dark Lord? That he didn't want to be a servant of some maniacal wizard, especially if Severus was loyal to said maniacal wizard?
No, he decided, staring at the canopy of his bed, he didn't want to put himself in that position. Even with his godfather. Not until he found out what side he was really on. And that would best be discovered by spying on Severus. Seemed like it would come to that, no matter what he really wanted. Maybe I could spy on Severus just enough to find out his loyalty? He had to look out for himself here, after all his life would be on the line, no matter what Severus's loyalties were.
So, he would spy on Severus to determine his loyalty for his own sake, and give his mother false information to keep her satisfied.
Draco sighed, something he seemed to be doing a lot lately, and pinched the bridge of his nose. When the fuck did my life become so bloody complicated? he wondered, with no small amount of irritation or desperation. He grunted and rolled over onto his side, deciding to rest for a bit, before he had to contend with his godfather.
Severus knew there was something wrong with his godson the second he had entered from the floo; it was only too obvious by the rigid way he had held himself. Draco only stood that way when he was either angry about something or something was plaguing him too deeply to let him relax. Severus was suspicious and concerned about what could have happened to Draco the past five day's.
He had thought over it all through lunch, and now, sitting in his quarters, he puzzled over what could have happened at the manor these last five days. He ruled out Narcissa harming Draco physically in any way, because as much as she was a cold person towards her son, she had never laid a hand on him, preferring to let her husband do it. And even with Lucius currently incarcerated, he didn't think Narcissa would take up her husband's role. She was too much the aristocratic, pampered princess to do anything physical like that unless she absolutely had no other choice.
Then again, maybe it was just being back home and around his mother. He was always a bit more agitated when coming back to Hogwarts after summer vacation, which hadn't changed with Lucius's arrest. But he didn't think he was seeing more into it. When it came to Lucius or Narcissa one could never see too much into anything involving them. And that was why he was so concerned with what could have happened these last five days.
A series of knocks at his door startled him from his thoughts, and he looked up at dark wood. "Come in," he said shortly, and a second later Draco stepped into room. He watched as the boy closed the door, and walked over to fall into the chair opposite him. Severus quirked an eyebrow, and looked at the blond calmly.
"Did you have an eventful time at the manor?" Severus asked.
Draco looked up from the low burning fire, and shrugged. "It was okay. Exactly what I thought it would be about; my inheritance, and all the wonderful little things that come with it," Draco said sarcastically. "What about you, Severus?"
The Potions Master grimaced at the question, his mind flicking back to that prank that he was positive Potter had something to with. "These last five days have been a trial in patience. Potter pulled some childish prank on the school that the Headmaster refuses to acknowledge that Potter was behind," he sneered, still upset that his hair had been red and gold. Draco looked at him curiously, a smirk struggling to work its way onto his face.
"And what was Potter's prank?" Draco asked. Severus frowned at him, not finding his amusement anything but irritating. "Ah, come on Severus! I just spent five days discussing and being lectured at about my inheritance and the responsibilities of a Malfoy when I come of age. I need a laugh, even if Potter is the cause of it," Draco complained lightly, smirk evident on his face now.
Severus sighed, irritated, but told Draco about what had happened grudgingly. When he was done, Draco was clutching his stomach and laughing loudly, tears falling from his eyes. Severus was torn between relief to see his godson laughing and annoyance that he was laughing at him. He settled on glaring at the blond. Draco looked at him and laughed harder.
"If you're quite finished," Severus snapped when the blond's mirth didn't die down.
"Sorry Severus," Draco said between chuckles. "It's just…imagining you with red and gold hair and McGonagall with green and silver," he broke off into another bout of laughter. "Wish I had been here to see it!"
"I'm sure," was Severus's dry reply. "So, how is your mother?" Draco's laughter stopped immediately, and he looked startled by the abrupt change in conversation. It had been what Severus had been going for – the act of surprise to unbalance the boy a bit. He watched as Draco's face cleared, falling into an expressionless mask.
"She's fine," the blond said flatly. "Same as usual; cold, indifferent, and regaling tales of travels she's taken while I've been at school." Draco turned back to the fire, and stared into the flames.
Severus stared at his profile for a moment, letting the silence surround them. While his face was blank, there was no hiding the sudden tightness to the boy's features. Oh yes, Severus was sure something more than what Draco had said, had happened. But getting Draco to talk wasn't going to happen. Whatever it had been, it was a heavy burden for the blond. He briefly toyed with the idea of using Legilimency, but dismissed it. Draco had taken lessons in occlumency from Lucius, not to mention himself. While Draco wasn't perfect at it he was good enough at it. Besides, Severus knew Draco trusted few people, and he didn't want to abuse the trust his godson had in him.
Casting a quiet Tempus, he saw that it was close to dinner time. "You're coming to dinner, I presume?" Severus said, looking at Draco who looked lost in thought. The blond looked up, blinked, and then nodded his head.
"Yes," he said quietly. Severus nodded back, and then they lapsed back into silence again. Severus decided to leave it be for now, though normally he wouldn't give up that easily. Whatever was bothering Draco, he would stand back and let Draco try and work it out on his own. He would step in if need be. Sometimes, he found, it was the best way to deal with things, especially with his godson.
He glanced at the door again, keeping an eye on his friends as well to see if they saw him doing it. Today was the day that Draco was supposed to come back, and Harry was anxious to see him. Harry turned back around, and took shoved a fork full of food into his mouth, chewing it absently.
While things among the trio had basically gone back to normal, there was still a tension there that was all too evident to the three, even if it wasn't to anyone else. They were struggling past it, and it was hard with all the other things that had passed between them. It seemed to hang like some invisible blanket over the three of them. Harry held himself back from sighing aloud, wondering when things in his life had turned upside down so much, and what the hell would happen next.
"Oh great," Harry heard Ron groan quietly, and he looked up at the redhead. "Looks like Malfoy is back early." Harry looked up towards the Great Hall doors to see Draco walking towards the Slytherin table, and frowned slightly. The blond looked a bit haggard, though it wasn't too obvious. There was stiffness to the other's stance, and tightness to his face that wasn't so prominent the last time Harry had seen him, or so he thought. And Harry absently wondered when he started watching the other so closely. He looked back down to his plate and forked a bit more into his mouth. He looked up again when Hermione began to speak.
"Why are you wondering why he's back so early? I'm sure there are no bad reasons for it. Besides, Malfoy has been pretty tame so far this year, if you remember. He only called me a mudblood twice, and that was in the very beginning of the year," she said. Harry stared at her, as did Ron, vaguely realizing he hadn't seen this little revelation before now. Draco still insulted them when they crossed paths to keep up appearances – and, really, he didn't like Ron and Hermione anyway – but Harry hadn't realized the blond hadn't called Hermione a mudblood in so long.
Harry wasn't naïve, though, by any means. He didn't believe for one second that Draco did it out of respect for him, of course, but he did wonder why the other hadn't used the term so much. Narrowing his eyes, Harry turned his gaze back to the blond for a moment, even as he listened to the conversation going on.
"That doesn't mean anything," Ron said with a snort. "He's still a slimy bastard."
"Well, yes, he's still an annoying brat, but that doesn't change the fact that he hasn't called me a mudblood in awhile," Hermione replied with that resolute tone.
"No, it doesn't. But why? He could call you that any time he wanted to, but he hasn't," Harry said absently, not really having to fake his curiosity. He really wanted to know the reason, but he wouldn't bring it up to Draco. It was better to leave well enough alone with that subject. He looked away from Draco, and turned back towards his friends. Hermione was looking at him thoughtfully, and glancing at the Slytherin table. Harry tensed, wondering if Hermione knew something, or was figuring out something he'd rather her not.
"Who knows?" she said slowly, before shaking her head, and shrugging. Harry let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Who bloody cares?" Ron quipped with a roll of his eyes, shoving food into his mouth.
I do, Harry thought. Hermione huffed at Ron, and muttered something unintelligible, but the topic was dropped. The rest of dinner passed in lighter conversation.
As they were walking out of the Great Hall, Harry felt a light brush down his arm to his hand where something was place, and he looked up just as Draco walked past with Crabbe and Goyle. The blond didn't look back. Harry slipped the note into his pocket to read once he got a chance.
The trio went back to the Tower and Harry excused himself briefly to read the note. Draco had asked him to come to his rooms tonight, and Harry felt a smile pull at his lips. He would admit, if only to himself, that he had missed the blond. He went back down to the common room soon after and spent time with his friends until everyone began heading to bed. He went to his own dorm and waited for Ron to fall asleep, before grabbing his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauders Map, and then making his way silently from the Tower after charming his curtains shut. Glancing at the map every once and awhile, he made his way down into the dungeons, having to dodge Filch and Mrs. Norris in the process.
He stealthily made his way to Draco's room, and looked around cautiously, before knocking on the portrait frame. He deactivated and pocketed the map while he waited. It was a moment before the portrait cracked open, and Harry slipped through it. He took off his cloak once the portrait was closed again, and had hardly gotten three steps before he was slammed against the wall. A mouth was immediately on his, kissing him hard and almost desperately, arms wounding around his shoulders.
Harry was momentarily shocked by the abrupt action, staring wide-eyed at the pale bit of forehead and blond hair, before closing his eyes and sliding his arms around the lithe body and kissing Draco back. He was definitely surprised about the desperate way Draco was kissing him, and it only increased his suspicion that something was wrong with the blond. Five days wasn't long enough for Draco to kiss him like this. Shutting out all thought for a moment, Harry slid his tongue alongside Draco's, tightening his hold briefly.
Draco finally eased off the kiss and pulled back, resting his forehead against Harry's shoulder. Harry leant his head back against the wall, looking at the blond through hooded eyes. Both were breathing heavily.
When his breathing was back under control, Harry closed his eyes and sighed. "What was that about? Not that I'm not happy you're back," Harry said quietly, beginning to run a hand through blond strands of hair. He felt more than heard Draco sigh against his shoulder.
"Nothing," Draco drawled the word out, stepping back from him. There was a slight smile on his face, but Harry wasn't fooled. He dropped his arms from around the blond's waist, and looked at him closely. "What?"
"Something's wrong," Harry said flatly, not taking his eyes off of Draco's. "I noticed it when you came into the Great Hall, and I can tell now too." Draco said nothing, but the slight tightening of skin around his eyes and mouth, almost unnoticeable, were a testament of either Draco's annoyance, or whatever was really bothering the other boy.
"I told you, nothing's wrong. I meant it," Draco repeated with a shrug, turning from Harry and walking towards the chair by the fire and flopping down into it. Harry snorted, and bent to pick up the fallen items, before making his way over towards the couch and sprawling on it.
"Liar," Harry commented easily, looking at the ceiling. "You looked upset when you came into the Great Hall. And we're alike, in that we always say we're fine when really, there's something wrong." There was an annoyed sighed in the general direction of where the Slytherin was sitting, and a small shift as the blond moved in the chair.
"You know what I told you about my mother! It was bloody stressful being around her for five days after spending almost no time with her during the summer. I didn't have to endure the woman's presence then, but had to for five days straight, alone. Of course I may seem a little tense. Give me a break, Harry," Draco said in irritation.
Harry turned over onto his side, and looked at the Slytherin hard. "Are you sure nothing happened, Draco?" Harry asked skeptically, knowing he was probably pushing it.
"Bloody hell, Potter," Draco snapped, glaring at him. Harry merely stared back having learned to deal with Draco's moods by now, as Draco did him. "I said I was fine! Let it go," he said, scowling. Harry sighed, but mentally conceded. He didn't like to be pushed to talk when he didn't want to, and he wasn't going to do it to Draco. Instead, he rose smoothly from the couch, eyes still locked on Draco's, and walked the few paces to where the blond sat. He clutched the arms of the chair, and leaned slightly over the sitting boy.
There were still vestiges of anger in the gray eyes, but Harry didn't let that discourage him. He leaned down slowly, holding Draco's eyes, before closing his own as he pressed his lips gently against Draco's. There was a moment where Draco didn't react, and then he began to reciprocate. Harry bit softly into Draco's bottom lip, to which Draco gave a soft sigh, opening his mouth. Harry eased his tongue in, flicking it against the others. Harry moved one hand from the chair to entangle in Draco's hair as he deepened the kiss.
He could still feel the tension in Draco's body, and he sighed; partly in pleasure from the kiss, and partly in weary acceptance. Draco was way too tense and in need of a little distraction from whatever was bothering him. He ended the kiss with a lingering one to the corner of the blond's mouth. Draco's eyes opened, and he stared back at him silently. Harry rubbed a thumb gently over Draco's temple, before slowly trailing his hand down cheek and jaw, and neck and chest until he reached the top of blue silk pajama bottoms.
He was a little nervous about what he planned to do; Draco and he having gone no further than hand jobs. But this had been on his mind, along with other things, but Harry pushed those thoughts away for the moment. He had done it a few times before, during the summer, but was surely no expert at it. Swallowing his nervousness, Harry leaned down to Draco's ear, and whispered, "Lift up a bit." Draco looked at him with wide eyes, but did as he was told. Harry hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down.
It was slightly new what they were about to go into; they'd touched the other without the barrier of clothing, but had never actually seen each other naked, shirtless, yes, but not naked. When he had the pants tugged down slightly, and Draco was situated back into his seat, Harry felt that nervous trying to creep into him again. He stamped it down relentlessly, as he took a deep breath, and knelt in front of a wide eyed Slytherin. If someone would have told him five months ago that he would be in this position with Draco Malfoy, of all people, he would have laughed in their face, and possibly hexed them. But here he was, on his knees before Draco Malfoy about to give him a blow job. A burst of laughter, most likely hysterical, bubbled up in his throat, and he swallowed again.
"Harry," Draco said quietly. He looked surprised and slightly dazed, Harry noticed, before he leaned forward and kissed the blond passionately.
"Shh," he breathed when he'd pulled back. He trailed kisses down Draco's jaw and neck, even as he finished tugging the pants down to Draco's calves. He trailed his hands lightly up the blond's thighs as he bit gently, but firmly at a spot on Draco's neck. He pulled back as his hand reached the hard length of Draco's cock, and, with one last look at Draco's face, Harry looked down at his hand.
Not being an expert on measurements, Harry couldn't say whether Draco was bigger than average or not, but Draco wasn't as thick as some he had scene, and he was uncut. He bit his lip, and glanced up at the blond through his fringe and lashes, feeling remarkably shy, before leaning forward and running the flat of his tongue from base to head. Draco sucked in a breath sharply. Circling his tongue around the tip, he pulled his hand up from the base slowly and then back down, pulling the foreskin back in the process. He swirled his tongue around the tip again, before taking just that much into his mouth.
Above him, Draco made an inarticulate sound, sliding a hand into his hair. Harry felt the long fingers weave through his hair, and, feeling encouraged, he gave a firm suck to the head of Draco's penis. He vaguely heard a deep moan from Draco as he took a bit more of Draco into his mouth, shaping his tongue to the underside. He pulled back up, sucking as he went before going back down and taking a bit more in. He wasn't that skilled at this, at least in his opinion, and if you asked him, he'd tell you he was mediocre at best.
He moved his hand in tandem with his mouth, applying firm suction, and a firm grip of both lips and hand, relaxing his throat at every bit he took in. Draco cried out, tugging on his hair, and mumbled something that Harry didn't really understand. He dismissed it and moved his other hand to fondle Draco's balls, rolling them in his hand, and ignoring his own erection. He could taste pre-come, bitter and salty, but not altogether unpleasant, on his tongue, and he moaned lightly around Draco as he went.
"Harry, fuck! Do that again," Draco groaned, thrusting shallowly into Harry's mouth. Harry gently scraped his teeth against the underside of Draco's cock again getting a strangled sound from the blond. He took as much of Draco in as possible, bobbing his head up and down Draco's length. Using the hand on Draco's balls, he moved his hand until he was pressing a finger against that spot just behind Draco's balls. Pulling his mouth up a bit, but still moving his other hand up and down Draco's shaft, he massaged that spot, and sucked firmly on Draco's penis.
Draco whimpered above him, thrust up, and came with a long, drawn-out moan. Harry tried to swallow, but couldn't take it all, and some spilled from the corner of his mouth. When the blond was spent and had sagged back into the chair, releasing his hair in the process, Harry pulled off Draco and wiped his mouth. He reached for his wand from the pocket of his discarded hoodie, and cast a quick cleaning charm, noticing his voice was raspy and hoarse. He was stalling at having to look at Draco, and he knew it. He stayed knelt on the floor, nervous about what the other would say, and achingly hard. He rose and sat back down on the couch. Finally though, he looked up at Draco, and saw that the blond was flushed and breathing heavily, looking back at him with a slightly dazed looked in his eyes.
"I, er, just thought you could use a bit of stress relief," Harry half-mumbled shyly, trying to sound casual, and failing.
"Harry," Draco began slowly, looking a bit more focused. "That was…bloody amazing! Where the hell did that come from?" Draco exclaimed.
"You mean…it wasn't bad?" Harry asked carefully.
"No, it was really good," Draco replied.
"Uh, alright then," Harry said simply, nodding his head. Draco graced him with a smile, one of those smiles that he didn't give often.
"But, you know what?" Draco asked, pulling up his pants, and rising from his chair. Harry felt curious, as Draco walked towards him, and looked down at him.
"What?" Harry asked. Draco smirked, and knelt in front of him, putting his hands on Harry's knees and rubbing lightly. Harry's breath hitched.
"I think I should return the favor, don't you?" Draco practically purred, moving his hands up Harry's thighs. Harry stared at the blond as one hand reached the waistband of the pajama bottoms he wore, and the other began to rub firmly over the bulge in his pants. Harry moaned lightly at this, and thrust a bit into the hand. Without being asked, Harry raised his hips off the couch some, and Draco pulled them down, exposing his hard penis.
Draco pulled the pants down to his ankles, before leaning forward and kissing him firmly, deeply, on the mouth. Clutching a hand around the base of his erection, Draco began to stroke firmly as they kissed. Harry moaned as those long fingers and that smooth palm caressed his erection, squeezing lightly in different places. Harry placed a hand around Draco's neck, and pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. Draco pulled back, smiled at him, and took him into his mouth.
As Draco worked him, bobbing his head slowly, and stroking his length with his hand, Harry threaded his fingers into the soft blond hair. The other hand was thrown across the back of the couch, and his head was leant backwards as he panted for breath. Draco sucked him in deep, and then hummed lightly.
Harry jerked and hissed at the sensation. "Oh bloody hell," he breathed out through clenched teeth. If his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, Harry was sure Draco would be smirking for all he was worth at his reaction.
Draco pulled back up until only the head was still in his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue into the slit. Harry cried out loudly, and thrust into that warm mouth. He felt Draco moan as his hand moved from his thigh to his balls, rolling them in his fingers. Harry shuddered out a breath, feeling the tight coil of arousal in his belly. And when Draco took him in deep again and hummed around him, Harry felt his orgasm crashing into him, felt himself tensing and then coming hard with a loud groan. He struggled to open his eyes, and then he looked down at the cascade of blond hair in his lap and at the slightly bobbing head.
When Draco finally pulled off him, he looked up at Harry and was licking his lips with a satisfied look in his eyes. The sight was fascinating. Draco's lips were red and swollen, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were hazy and his hair was mussed. Without a second thought Harry leaned down and thoroughly kissed the blond, tasting himself on the others tongue.
When oxygen became a necessity they pulled back, and both were panting. When Harry got his breathing under control, he grinned at Draco. "Wow," he said dazedly, and felt himself blush at what he said. Draco looked amused.
"I'm guessing you liked it," Draco sounding smug and amused as he looked at him with a smirk. Harry glared half-heartedly, before smirking also and pulling Draco in for a hard kiss.
"Smug prat," Harry muttered when they pulled back again. Draco was now leaning over his lap between his legs with his elbows on either side of his thighs. Draco's weight was pressed comfortably on him as he rested there.
"Are you staying tonight?" Draco asked after a moment, tone light. Harry bit his lip, and then nodded slowly. "Yeah, I am. But I'll have to get up early to get back to the Tower."
"Hmm," Draco said noncommittally. "I have a question for you, Harry. Where'd you learn to do that anyway?"
Harry looked at him startled, before flushing pink. "I told you about my summer," Harry said evasively.
"Yes, you have, but I want to know about where you learned to give a blow job. It can't be natural talent. You're naturally good at many things, Harry, but I doubt this is one of them," Draco said, quirking an eyebrow. Harry flushed deeper, and shifted as best he could. Draco grinned, and rose from the floor, sitting on the couch with his back to the arm. He looked expectantly at Harry, a smirk playing on his face. Harry sighed, and sat in a similar pose after pulling his pants back on, half facing Draco.
"You remember what I've told you about my summer, right? Well, one of Andrea's friends was this guy named Jake. At the time I was still struggling with the fact that I found boys attractive, and I really thought he looked good. He had short blond hair, and blue eyes. He noticed my interest in him, and we talked. I wanted to know things that I didn't know how to ask anyone else; how did you know you liked boys? When did you realize it? Things like that. We talked, and he helped me understand and accept it a bit better, that I liked boys. And he also," Harry coughed, and could feel himself blushing. "taught me a few things, gave me a few tips." It had been an experience all on its own. He had learned much from Jake in the short time they spent together. He would say that the other was his first actual crush on a boy. They hadn't gone pass blow jobs, but Harry was grateful for what the other boy had helped him with, sexual experience aside. Jake had helped him slowly begin to come to terms with being bisexual.
"So, this Jake person helped you accept you were attracted to your own gender – as well as girls – and taught you how to give head properly," Draco stated, looking at him. Harry nodded, realizing it might some a little weird. "I didn't really have anyone to reassure me about liking my own gender, not really, but I did have someone who instructed me on pleasing another boy. So I guess I can understand."
"But you've come to terms with it," Harry pointed out, the hint of a question in his voice. Draco frowned, but then nodded slowly.
"Yeah I have, but it was also helped along by the thought of rebelling against my parents. Stupid, I know, but my parents always talked about the day I would marry some pureblood witch and create an heir to carry on the Malfoy line. In the beginning I didn't think anything else, but as the abuse came – and as I got older – I began to think for myself. I started to question things." Draco sighed, and then smiled a bit sardonically. "I'm a tad fucked up."
Harry chuckled at this statement from the blond. "You're not the only one," Harry smiled wryly, nudging Draco's calf. A wide yawn broke from him, and he covered his mouth. Draco chuckled.
"Come on, I can see you're tired," Draco said. They rose from the couch, and headed to Draco's bedroom. Harry was already in a loose pair of sleep pants and a short sleeved shirt, and since Draco was already in his bed clothes they climbed into the bed. They arranged themselves so Draco lay on his stomach with an arm thrown across Harry, who lay on his back. The two drifted off to sleep not long after.