Draco soon learned that Potter could cook and had nightmares at night. Draco didn't ask about what and Potter didn't remark on the fact that they would wake curled up around the other or the fact that Draco would wake up with a hard on. Draco tried not to stare when Potter would chop up the wood for the fire and Potter wouldn't call him out when he caught him at it. They quickly learned which topics to broach and which ones to let go and he was surprised to find how easily they fell into living together.
Draco woke with a start then frowned when he didn't find Potter in the bed. He reached out but the other side was cold and it was still dark out. He pulled himself from the bed and snagged up his coat, the days may be getting warm but the nights were still cool. He walked into the main room then felt fear settle in his stomach when he didn't find Potter there either. Draco checked the bathroom before he headed to the front door. He shivered as he looked out at the dark forest and didn't know where to start.
"Potter!" Draco yelled.
No answer came back to him and he cursed. He walked around the cabin to where they kept the wood without any luck. He slipped back into the cabin and grabbed his wand and a torch. He walked back out the door and held the wand on his palm.
"Point me, Harry Potter." Draco intoned and watched the wand spin before it focused.
He set off with his torch out as he scanned the forest and followed his wand. He frowned when it led him towards the stream and his concern rose. Then his light fell on a dark-haired figure sprawled out on the ground. Draco dashed forward with fear in his gut.
"Harry," Draco gasped and fell to his knees before him.
He grabbed Potter's shoulder and pulled and he rolled limply onto his back. He was cold to the touch and was only wearing his long pants and a shirt. That wasn't the concerning part and what had Draco's heart racing. It was the blood down the side of his face. Draco quickly cupped his cold cheeks before he pulled a cloth from his pocket and dipped it into the stream beside him. He wiped his face down and frowned when he could tell that the blood came from the reddened scar on Potter's brow.
"Harry!" Draco snapped and tapped his cheek.
Potter didn't react and Draco felt for a pulse, it felt rapid and his breathing was a little quick. His skin felt cold as Draco looked around. He would need to use magic to get him back to the cabin. Draco pulled his wand and hesitated before giving it a flick as he cast the floating charm. Potter lifted up in the air limply and Draco quickly led him back to the cabin. He settled him down in front of the fireplace and looked over at the fire that Potter had built up earlier but hadn't lit. He picked up the matches and lit the paper in the middle of the pyramid of wood and it caught quickly.
Once he was sure that the fire wasn't going to go out. He rushed to the bedroom and pulled the blankets off the bed. He touched on Potter clothes and noticed that they were wet as well as cold. He paused briefly before stripping him down to his underwear and hung up his clothes. Potter started to shiver as Draco added another log to the fire. He settled the blankets around him but his shaking didn't subside. He looked at the curse scar and could see that it was still bleeding and frowned. Something had happened.
"Harry," Draco snapped and tapped his face. "Potter!"
The other boy didn't respond and Draco wasn't sure what he should do as he knelt there. He cursed before stripping off his own clothes and slipped under the blanket. He wrapped his arms around Potter, feeling his cold skin and shivered. He gently tangled his legs with Potter's and held him close. The fire warmed up the room quickly as the shaking in the man before him eased off. He could feel something settle in him as Potter stopped shaking and Draco ran his hand down the bare skin. The hard muscle under that skin as Draco kissed Potter's shoulder. The fear he'd felt at finding him sprawled out on the ground and bloody eased off.
"You'll be the death of me," Draco whispered and kissed that bare shoulder again.
xXx
"Malfoy."
Draco started awake with a snort with Potter in his arms. He shifted back and Potter glanced over his shoulder at him.
"What are we doing here?" Potter asked, hoarsely.
"You decided to take a late-night walk to the stream and something happened," Draco grumbled, still half asleep. "Care to explain what?"
Draco rolled onto his back and started slightly when Potter rolled over and curled into his side. Draco didn't say anything as Potter snaked an arm over him and let his head rest on his chest. He just took in the feeling since Harry wasn't normally the cuddling type.
"Felt like the Imperio," Potter muttered. "But not. Like a whispering in my ear."
"Saying what?" Draco asked as he tensed.
"Walk out the door," Potter replied.
"And when you did?"
"Just keep walking," Potter said, his voice far away. "Felt like a tug, pulling on me."
"Then what?"
"I started fighting against it then the pain started," Potter whispered. "I think it was the Dark Lord using the scar. Next thing I remember is waking up here. How did I end up here?"
"You were freezing when I found you," Draco picked up the story as he rested his hand on Potter's back. "I think you might have fallen in the stream."
"That might have been what snapped me out of it," Potter conceded before he looked up at him.
They were so close that Draco could easily close the distance between them and he felt his mouth go dry. He had been here before and with Potter's mostly naked body against his own skin, he was finding it hard to hold back as his body responded.
Potter then closed the distance this time and touched his lips to his. Draco pulled him closer as his lips opened under Potter's and teased him. He ran his hands down to his ass and grabbed him and Potter gasped. Draco took full advantage as he pushed his hips up and rubbed himself into the body above him. He then growled and rolled them.
Potter squeaked as he sprawled out his back and Draco took him in another kiss as he shifted to lay between his legs. This time it was Potter that grabbed his ass and Draco pulled back with a gasp. He looked down into those green eyes and gave him a grin.
"Bloody Slytherin," Potter cursed before sliding his fingers into Draco's hair and pulling him down.
Draco braced himself on his elbows as he kissed the man below him while one of Potter's hands wandered down his back and he shivered. He pulled back just far enough to kiss down Potter's neck and he turned his head to the side as he panted loudly. The only other sound was the fire crackling then Potter slipped his hand into his underwear and grabbed him. Draco groaned loudly and bucked forward as he nibbled up Potter's neck.
Potter arched his back and Draco could feel how hard he was as he pulled back and looked down. He rolled to the side and Potter quickened his pace on his cock as Draco grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. He bucked into Potter's hand as he got closer and slipped one hand into that shaggy hair. He drew Potter into a kiss just as he tipped over and came with a gasp. Potter tugged him a few more times before stilling, his hand still wrapped around him as Draco panted. He had his head resting against that hard chest as Potter panted.
He slowly looked up into those green eyes watching him, an unreadable expression on his face. He never thought he would get to this point and he realised that Potter still had his hand on him as he slowly played with his balls. Draco panted harshly as he rolled onto his back. Potter gave him a smirk that had him twitching and slowly hardening again. No one else could get him hard so quick as Potter fingers played with him as much as they did on his guitar.
Potter rolled onto him with one leg on either side of him as he drew his underwear down and Draco shifted slightly as he was exposed completely. The other man still had his underwear on and Draco could see that he was hard and there was a slight wetness from pre-come on the front.
"Did you want me," Draco tried to say but Potter shook his head.
Draco watched as Potter slid down his body then groaned when he went down on him. Taking him into his mouth and Draco had to stop himself from bucking up. Potter grabbed his hip in one hand as the other found his balls. Draco held on as long as he could as Potter swirled his tongue around him and brought him close before pulling back. Draco groaned at the sight and feeling as the pleasure built.
"Harry," Draco gasped and Potter quickly pulled back.
He looked up briefly before curling his hand around him and slid his hand up his cock then down and Draco was coming hard. When he came back to himself, he noticed Potter watching him again and he shifted. The man had made him come twice and Draco was sure that he hadn't come at all. Draco sat up and closed the distance between them. He slipped his hand into his underwear and grabbed him.
"On your back," Draco whispered and Potter complied.
Potter lay out before him and Draco laid along his side as he slipped his hand back around him. Potter was larger than him, was the first thing that he noticed. Both in length and width as he stroked him. He took Potter in a kiss as his other hand tangled in his hair and Potter bucked up into him. He knew that the other man was close as he hardened even more and Draco wasn't sure that he wanted to bottom as he kept teasing him. Potter pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as he came and Draco just kept sliding his hand up and down as he panted. The smell of sex on the air as Draco watched Potter as he looked at him with half closed eyes.
Draco wasn't sure what would happen now as Potter just lifted up his hand. He flicked his wrist and Draco felt the sticky feeling on his hand and body disappear. He started at that casually use of wandless magic. Then tensed at what that meant as he realised that Potter had given head before and had known what he was doing. He felt a touch of jealousy at that realisation.
"You've done that before," Draco said, his voice strained.
Potter just laid on his back and looked at him and Draco felt foolish for his words.
"You mean they don't have orgies down in the dungeons?" Potter drawled as his hand ran down Draco's back. "Saturday nights in Slytherin common room?"
Draco laughed as Potter gave him a lopsided grin.
"Apparently Saturday nights in the Gryffindor tower were more interesting," Draco countered.
"Wouldn't know," Harry replied. "Can't say that I spent much time there this year."
They settled into silence with just the sounds of the fire and he glanced over. It was burning low and he slipped from the blankets and placed a couple more logs onto the embers. He turned to find Potter's eyes roaming over him. He gave him a smirk and Potter held up the blanket in invitation.
"You know that there is a bed," Draco sniffed as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm happy here," Potter replied evenly. "Beds are too soft."
Draco frowned at those words, he didn't know much about Potter's home life, beyond what Severus had told him. He was starting to get an inkling that it wasn't a happy one. He must have stood there too long for Potter started to lower the blanket and his eyes became guarded.
"You can use the bed," Potter said into the silence. "I'm happy here."
"Do you feel sick?" Draco asked as he crept back to him.
"A little," Potter admitted.
Draco placed the back of his hand to Potter's forehead, ignoring the dried blood. He felt a little hot as the other man gave him an exasperated look.
"You have blood on your forehead," Draco commented. "Do you want me to get you a wash cloth?"
"Just get under the covers, Draco."
Draco paused at the use of his first name before giving him a grin and did just that.
xXx
Draco woke slowly to the feeling of Potter curled along his back and their legs tangled together. The fire had burnt down and soft light was filtering into the room as Draco took in the feeling of his naked skin against Potter's. It was a little jarring since he was used to some type of clothing between them. What they had done last night came back to him and he felt himself harden and yet felt satisfied at the same time.
His thoughts then turned another way as he recalled Potter's words and how he'd found him. He didn't want to think about what would have happened if he hadn't woken when he had. Potter shifted behind him and muttered in his sleep. The other man didn't sleep well. Draco had worked that out within the first couple of nights they'd slept in the same space.
Draco yawned and gently untangled himself until Potter tightened his hold and pulled him back. Draco squeaked as he was tugged back against that hard chest and a kiss was placed on the back of his neck. Draco shivered at that and Potter chuckled before releasing him.
"Morning," Potter muttered and rolled onto his back.
Draco made it to his feet and stretched his back. He felt a little stiff from sleeping on the floor. He looked down at Potter and the man gave him a lazy grin and Draco shifted.
"Stop giving me bedroom eyes," Draco snapped, without thinking.
"Ha!" Potter laughed and folded his arms behind his head. "I'm not some fourteen-year-old girl."
"I'm going to have a shower," Draco grumbled.
It was too early in the morning to have debates with Potter.
"Do you want help?" Potter offered and Draco almost tripped. "What's the matter, Malfoy? Too straight forward for you?"
Draco turned on the other man and Potter gave him a smirk before getting to his feet. Draco's eyes took in the sight of him. From his broad shoulders and hard chest. He had the body of a man that worked out, even if he was on the shorter side, with lean legs and a slim waist. His shaggy black hair gave him a rugged look which was offset by the red scar and dried blood. He had a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest and down to his groin and unlike others Draco had been with. He didn't shave around his genitals but did keep it trim.
Draco noticed Potter's eyes taking him in as well as he slinked towards him with smooth steps. He felt hunger run through him at that grace as Potter stopped before him. He then reached out and cupped him and Draco tensed.
"You shave," Potter commented as his fingers wandered.
"And you don't," Draco drawled, as if he wasn't being fondled.
Potter released him and that guarded look was back, Draco frowned at that.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Potter asked.
"No," Draco replied. "Just different."
"Do you mind if I have a shower first then?"
Draco stepped to the side and waved a hand towards the bathroom.
"You look like you need it," Draco drawled. "With the dried blood and all."
Potter quirked a smile and walked past him. Draco's eyes caught on his taunt ass then his eyes wander up…he froze.
"Harry," Draco whispered.
Potter turned back to him with a frown.
"What?" Potter questioned.
"Your back," Draco uttered, feeling a chill in his stomach.
"My-ah," Potter stated to say then he closed off completely.
Draco sucked in a breath when he felt and saw the cold look in his eyes. He hadn't realised last night when he felt the skin of Potter's back and the way his fingers had skipped slightly.
"That is personal to me," Potter said coldly. "I don't want to talk about it."
Draco nodded since he couldn't have said anything through the lump in his throat. Potter turned back towards the bathroom and Draco took in the scaring on his back. He would guess that it had been made by a belt and spoke loudly of Potter's home life. He swallowed hard as the other man disappeared into the other room. He couldn't shake that image from his mind.
