Chapter 10
Godfather
Harry was sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor common room watching the fire blaze. He sat there for quite some time just thinking. He was thinking of Draco and how much fun they had had in the last week. But there was still a tiny part of Harry's brain that he couldn't ignore. It kept nagging at him to stay away from Draco, to never talk to him anymore. But one thing that stuck out in his mind the most was that it kept saying that Harry Potter is not a fag.
He let his mind keep arguing over whether he was gay or not and whether he should be with Draco until a red headed boy sat down in the chair next to him. The red headed boy known as Ron eyed Harry speciously.
"What?" Harry questioned letting a little of his anger towards Ron go.
"Nothing." Ron said flatly.
"Then why are you staring at me like that?"
"I wasn't staring."
"Oh sure, and I'm not the boy who lived." Harry spat.
"What in the bloody hell is your problem?" Ron shouted while his face started to grow redder from anger.
"YOU! You're my bloody problem!"
"WHAT DID I DO?" Ron screamed causing others to look up from their work and watch them.
"Oh, I don't know, it's only your fault that I have to go to detention!"
"It's not my fault you have detention!"
"It sure as hell isn't mine. I didn't write the note to myself now did I??"
"Well I sure as hell didn't tell you to wave the damned thing around in the air!"
"No, but if you never wrote it then I couldn't have waved the 'damned thing around in the air'"
"Merlin, Harry. You're one fine piece of work."
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean."
"Lets see, you kill every person that you love as soon as you come in contact with them. Everyone around you always gets hurt or worse. You're fucking connected to the Dark Lord himself. You can see inside of his mind and he can see in yours. You said yourself that you-know-who hand picked you to fight him. You don't tell anybody anything. You're like a bloody black hole or some shit. I don't even know why I'm still talking to you."
When those words escaped from Ron's lips Harry could feel a knife go through his heart. Everything that Ron had said was true and Harry knew it. He just didn't want to believe some of the facts.
"Yeah, well it is not like you have much room to talk."
"What do you mean? What you think there is something wrong with me?"
"Yes, there is something wrong with you. Even though everything you just said is true, you still want to be me. You think that I have this perfect little life. You know what Ronald you're wrong. You say that I kill everyone that I love, you're right. I don't have one fucking person in this world Ron! You, at least you have Hermione not to mention a whole fucking family that loves you."
"You have people who love you, those muggles --"
"Yeah, those muggles who locked me under the stairs until I was 11 years old. The ones that beat me on a regular basis. The ones that every summer I go home to I get to be their own personal slave. Yeah, there's just so much love in that family. You know Ron; I know that you're poor and everything. But I would give up every fucking coin in my Gringotts vault to be in your shoes. I just wish I could have someone who would love me for me not the fucking boy who lived. I don't know why I'm talking to you either if you can't even see me for me. If you can't even see me as Harry Potter not the little kid with the scar who is in the newspapers, me. I honestly don't even know why I'm still here. Every fucking day I think about some way to kill myself. But I just can't do it. I keep thinking that someone out there will love me. But I don't really believe it; it is just something to get me through another day."
Harry began to pull himself up off of the Gryffindor couch. He shot a nasty glare at Ron and left the common room. He started to make his way down the stairs. He wasn't really taking the initiative to walk fast considering he definitely didn't want to see his Professor.
He wasn't in a good mood and going to see Severus Snape was not going to put him in a better mood; actually it would probably put him in a worse mood. At that moment all Harry could think of was how much he hated Ronald Weasley. They had gotten themselves into another fight over nothing. Harry was pissed off at Ron because he now had to spend his night with Snape. Ron was pissed because Harry was pissed off at him.
It's Ron's fault that I have to go down to the dungeons. Ron didn't have to write me that note. He could have just asked me in there or waited until class was over. Then again, I knew I was going to tell him no; so in a way this just gave me a reason to get away from Ron. God, now I'm starting to sound like Hermione.
Harry walked out into the Entrance hall and started to take the twisty corridors towards Professor Severus Snape's classroom. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have to be coming down here. I probably would be though. But for a completely different reason. I would be coming down here to see Draco, not Snape.
Harry took a deep breath and pushed the door to the potions classroom open. He walked into the room a little nervous. He knew that he was late. Harry just hoped that maybe just this once his professor would not harp on him the importance of being on time.
"Mr. Potter, late as always." His professor began to say.
"What do you want me to do today, you know for my detention?"
"Actually Potter, I'm not the one who wanted you down here. I must say that I by no means want to spend anymore time with you than I must."
"So, I'm not in trouble about the note that Ron gave me? Then why am I down here?"
"Actually I think the person standing behind you can answer that."
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Draco sat in the Slytherin common watching the minutes tick by on his watch. He wasn't going to head to his Professor's classroom until he could at least be 10 minutes late. He didn't want to seem too eager to see Harry, even though he was. Draco sat there and started to tap his fingers on armrest of the chair.
He looked down at his watch once again and saw that it was time to go. Draco looked up at his friends that were sitting across the table from him. He wondered what kind of excuse he should use this time. What should he say so he could get out of here without any of them following him?
"I have to go." Draco started as he stood up. "Severus asked to have a word with me."
"I thought you talked to him this morning?" Pansy stated dully.
"Yes I have talked with him this morning however we failed to finish our conversation."
"Then you best be going, Dra." Pansy teased.
The blonde continued to stand up he piled his books up into a stack then exited the room. Draco walked down the corridors uncertainly. As he kept walking down the corridors he could feel his hands growing sweaty. He knew that he was going to get to see Harry again tonight; but Harry didn't know that yet. Draco also knew that he was going to be questioned later on by his godfather.
Severus always wants to know everything. Where I'm going, who I'm going with, why I'm going. I guess he only does it because he's the only thing I have for a parent. It's just so aggravating. But I still love him for it and he knows it.
Draco was still pondering thoughts, when as he rounded one corner and saw the boy that he would be meeting with shortly. Draco jumped back around the corner. He stood there watching the Gryffindor as he opened the door to the potions room and enter it slowly shutting the door behind him. Draco quietly followed the boy.
He walked over towards the door. Draco took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He looked at the scene that was being played before him. Harry had just walked into the room 10 minutes late and Snape looked thoroughly aggravated.
"Mr. Potter, late as always." His professor began to say.
"What do you want me to do today, you know for my detention?"
"Actually Potter, I'm not the one who wanted you down here. I must say that I by no means want to spend anymore time with you than I must."
"So, I'm not in trouble about the note that Ron gave me? Then why am I down here?"
"Actually I think the person standing behind you can answer that."
Draco could feel his throat tighten up. Harry slowly turned around to look at the person behind him. When he saw that it was Draco, a smile appeared on his face. But that smile was short lived; Harry quickly turned it into a sneer. Harry wasn't sure if Snape knew about them.
"Malfoy," Harry said as hateful as he could.
"Har, it's okay." That was enough for Harry; he dropped the sneer and replaced it once again with his charming smile.
Draco walked closer to Harry. He wrapped his hands around Harry's waist and pulled him close. Draco leaned in and gave Harry a light kiss on the lips. Harry quickly responded to Draco and deepened their kiss. Harry snaked his tongue across Draco's lip. Draco complied and let Harry explore his mouth. Harry didn't know what had gotten into Draco. It wasn't like Draco to be submissive but He liked it.
Severus didn't know why he was standing there watching the two boys; but for some reason he couldn't take his eyes off of them. So this is why Draco wanted to see Potter. I can't say I blame him. I wonder how these two came to be together. I'll just have to question Draco later. After all what are godfathers for. Besides to completely ruin your life.
When he finally came back into his own mind he let out a cough. The two boys pulled apart from each other and eyed Severus as though they just realized that he too was in the room. "I think I will be going." Severus said. Draco quickly walked over to Snape and said something in his ear that Harry couldn't hear. "Very well then, I guess you will be going."
Draco walked over to Harry and said in a hushed tone, "Follow me." Draco grabbed Harry's hand and started to lead him out of the classroom. Harry threw a glance back at his professor and saw him shaking his head. But what surprised Harry more was that he saw his Professor Snape smiling.
Draco drug Harry through the windy corridors of the dungeon. After being led through few more twist and turns by Draco, Harry stood in front of a large portrait with an odd looking wizard on the front of it. Draco looked up at the portrait and let the word "aconite" mumble through his lips.
The young Slytherin hastily threw the door open. When they entered the very elegant room, Draco shoved Harry down onto the couch. Which was placed in the middle of the room. The Slytherin slammed the door shut and jumped on top of Harry. Draco bent down and pressed his lips against Harry's. Electricity flowed through Draco's body as their tongues swirled around each other's.
Harry pulled away from Draco's kiss. He sat up and pushed Draco off of his lap. Harry saw two things flash through Draco's eyes, hurt and hate.
"Draco, where are we?" Draco's eyes suddenly lost any sight of hate. He then realized that if he were put in the same situation he would probably be asking the same thing.
"In Severus' private chambers."
"What? Why?"
"Because I needed to see you and this was the only way."
"I understand that, but why would Snape let us use his private chambers?"
"I asked him to let me borrow the place for a little while."
"But would he let us borrow his place? I mean he knows what we're going to be doing in here. So why would he let us have it?"
"Like I just said, I asked him to let me borrow it."
"Why would he let you borrow it?"
"He's my godfather. Actually he's the only thing that I have that is a father. He'll do anything I want him to. He loves me. I can get him to do anything. He's such a softy."
"Snape, a softy? I don't believe it."
"You best believe it. How else would we be where we are right now?"
"Well…I guess you've got a point there."
"Of course I do. You know people are never what you expect."
"I've noticed. You and Snape and god knows who else."
"Even you're not what people expect. People expect you to be extremely strong. Not vulnerable, not scared, not weak, not feeling alone. But you are. I know you are and you know you are. Besides I'm sure that there are many more secrets about you that I'll find out in due time. Hell, I know there are still many things that you don't know about me. Some things, which I might add, I don't want you to ever know about."
"But you know I'll find them out somehow. Whether you tell me or not. I do know about a trusty little book that can give me many answers to many questions." Harry teased.
"You also know, that if I ever catch you near that little book I'll castrate you." Draco said with a big smile. He let his fingers travel down Harry's robes and undo them.
"You wouldn't do that. Then how could you have any fun with me?" Harry said as he grabbed Draco's hand and rubbed it against him.
"Trust me. I would find a way."
"I wouldn't put it past you."
"Are you done talking now?" Draco asked; he was beginning to grow restless.
Harry leaned back up against Draco and kissed him once again. Harry could feel Draco's lips form a smile as they kissed. Before Harry knew what he was doing he and Draco were both laying on the couch in their boxers. Draco pulled away from the Gryffindor and stood up. He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him off of the couch too.
Draco walked towards one of the three doors and opened it. Harry stood in the doorframe watching the Slytherin walk over towards the bed. Merlin, he's got a great arse. Harry quickly followed Draco into the room and he laid himself onto the bed.
"Draco, are you sure it is okay that we do this here…. in his bed."
"As long as we clean up later." He said slyly.
With that, Draco moved so he was lying on the bed, and pulled Harry closer to him. He could feel the warmth coming off of the other boy's body. They started to kiss once again. Harry pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, his tongue searching and tasting. Draco's hand slipped under Harry's boxers and started to tease the growing erection.
Harry started to moan into their kiss. Harry trailed his own hand down Draco's body. He rubbed his hand over Draco's boxers. He could feel the other boy growing harder. Harry finally slipped his hand underneath the fabric and gasped Draco's aching erection. Both boys started to thrust their hands up and down on each other.
Draco pushed down against him, rubbing their erections together, and Harry's breath caught, bucking his hips up against him. Mouth-watering heat washed over Harry as Draco moved against him, chills shooting up his spine that made him gasp and moan out. Draco took his hand off of Harry's cock, which made him cry out in displeasure. But soon Harry's boxers had been ripped off and a warm tongue licking his head now replaced the hand that was once there.
Draco bent over Harry's erection and took it all in his mouth at once. Draco slowly sucked up and down and licked Harry's hardness. Draco swallowed Harry slowly at first but picking up speed. Harry couldn't make a coherent thought if his life depended on it. He couldn't even grumble coherently. He just lie there enjoying himself muchly. He could feel Draco's warm tongue teasing the underside side of his cock, causing Harry to let out a gasp.
That splendid, velvet tongue dragged along the underside of his cock every time Draco moved up, and fluttered over the head right before he slid Harry back into his mouth. Harry moaned and mumbled incoherently, pulling at Draco's hair and clutching at the blankets.
A moment later that glorious tongue was back, lapping slowly at the head of his cock. Harry reached down and gasped Draco's hair; he wanted the other boy to suck him harder and faster. Harry groaned and thrust upwards. Draco choked slightly but relaxed and continued with his motions, "More…Please…Faster" Harry moaned.
Draco started to move faster, sucking harder, taking him in deeper. A moment later, Harry came apart, crying out Draco's name; he tensed and his seed was thrust down Draco's willing throat. Draco swallowed with expert speed and had Harry cleaned up within seconds.
Draco crawled back up to Harry and kissed him, letting Harry taste himself. Harry tried to roll Draco over he wanted to return the favour to the Slytherin but he wouldn't allow it. Harry grasped Draco's cock and started to thrust his hand on it.
All at once, Harry's hand grew fast, erratic and desperate. Harry leaned in and kissed the blonde as his hand kept pounding away on Draco's manhood.
Draco's hand clutched at Harry's shoulder and pulled at his inky-black hair, and Harry raked his nails down Draco's back and grabbed at his arse. Draco moaned low in his throat and his cock twitched in Harry's hand. Both boys lie there clutching at each other. Neither wanted to let the other one go away. They both just wanted to lie in each other's arms.
TBC
Author's Note: Sorry that I posted so late in the day. I almost forgot that today was Thursday!! Anyways, please review.