Chapter Six: Sleepwalker

Disclaimer: Jo Rowlings' wee innocent babes are corrupted at my hands. Bwahaha! I do not own them, which makes their corruption all the sweeter.

Warnings: Slash. Language. Boy on boy action. Lots of it. Don't like gay sex? Don't read this chapter. (Though wtf are you doing reading this story in that case?)

A/N: So this didn't turn out quite like I planned. I actually had all but the last little bit of this chapter finished a week ago, but I intended to write a bunch of fluffy banter and stick it at the end... instead we got the current ending. I like it though. I think it'll do. Thank you to everyone who's read and followed, favorited, or reviewed! :D Special thanks to VenustusLovesJames, TheOnlyCeeCeeJ, Tenshi Yami - Angel of Darkness, rlassie, Daddy's little crazy bitch, WolfAndWhitlock, iBeSaltyDrarry, voicelessliar, Dusk, Farrangirl11, and masonxoxo for their reviews! :D

Outside the rain's fallin' down
There's not a drop that hits me
Scream at the sky but no sound
Is leavin' my lips
It's like I can't even feel
After the way you touched me
I'm not asleep but I'm not awake
After the way you loved me

Sleepwalker - Adam Lambert

Draco was moping. He'd been hiding from Potter for days, eluding him at every turn, waiting for the git to get the message and give up. It wasn't like he'd been serious about Draco.

That was the kicker, realising only when he'd had that cold reality thrust into his face that he himself had been serious about the berk. He'd been halfway to falling in love with him only to get his heart smashed.

Pansy was his comfort, his confidant. Even Blaise was helpful, though he kept trying to convince Draco to have a shag with him to "get over it", since apparently he wasn't as straight as he'd always claimed. Draco thought about it. It might be a good idea, make him forget about Potter. Harry. He'd wanted to do that when he first sought out Pansy, desperate for comfort, seething with anger, and overflowing with hurt.

But now he just ached. It was so intense he couldn't deal with it. When he thought of shagging he thought of Potter and he couldn't take the idea of anyone else touching him. He hated it.

He wondered how long he'd harboured feelings for the cretin. How many years had those emotions been buried? Since Potter saved him from Fiendfyre? Since he'd seen Potter in the Manor and realised that he couldn't identify him; he just couldn't do it? Since he'd first seen Potter in flight, soaring like a magnificent bird, graceful and artful and awe-inspiring? Since that moment on the train, when he'd felt his heart stop as he was rejected for the first time in his life? Or since that day in Madam Malkin's, when he's met a scuffy-looking, black haired, green eyed ragamuffin that for some reason appealed to him, and made him want to be friends?

Draco didn't have any answers. His whole life, ever since the boy had come into it, seemed to have revolved around Harry Bloody Potter.

He went to their place, where they'd always met in the stacks. It was torture, but he ached to be with Harry and this was the closest he could get without degrading himself. He was leaning against the shelf, eyes closed, soaking up the memories, when he heard a shrill voice on the other side of the shelf he leaned on.

"I'll bind you if I have to, but so help me, you are going to talk to me, Harry James Potter."

It was Granger. He stiffened. He heard Harry growl, on the other side of the stack, just a shelf's width between them, and swallowed hard. He heard Granger cast, "Incarcerous," and "Muffliato". He leaned against the stack, against his better judgement, and listened. Harry was bound; he couldn't move. As long as Draco stayed where he was he could hear Harry's voice, and no one would be the wiser. His pride could stay intact.

Granger said, "Tell me what's going on with you and Malfoy." His breath caught, and he had to work to keep from making any noise. Nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

"I'm in love with Draco Malfoy," came Harry's voice, and his heart stopped.

The simplicity of the statement, the earnestness with which it was given, made it hard for Draco to believe it was untrue. But he knew what he'd seen; memories of Harry stumbling out of the alcove from behind the hanging blushing and laughing with the Weaselette, before enveloping her in a close hug, tormented him and kept him from running to Harry.

"What?" squeaked Granger, and Draco knew she hadn't quite been prepared to hear that.

"I'm in love with Draco Malfoy," Harry repeated. "And I probably have been for quite some time."

Granger squeaked and stuttered for a moment and Draco couldn't understand what she was saying.

Apparently Harry could. "Mione," he said patiently. "I'm gay. It's why Ginny and I didn't get back together. I have no interest in girls whatsoever." He laughed. "Trust me, Mione, if I was going to be interested in a girl at all it would be Ginny. But I'm not and I can't be and that's the end of it. Ginny's tremendously supportive, and she's been after me to pursue Malfoy for the last six months."

Draco listened in shock.

Harry had no interest in girls?

The Weaselette had been after him to pursue Draco?

Harry actually did love him?

He heard Granger squeaking some more unintelligible questions and pressed his ear against the bookcase so as not to miss Harry's answers.

Harry continued. "Draco and I… we were sort of dating. But not really. Not yet. We were on our first date when everything went to hell and he ended up in the infirmary." He sighed.

"He got out while Ginny was confronting me in an alcove behind one of the hangings – you know the one between the Great Hall and the infirmary? Anyway, she was confronting me about what was going on, and I fessed up. She was really happy for me. We stepped out of the alcove, and I gave her a big hug to thank her for her support, and Draco was there. He saw us and totally misunderstood. And now I can't find the prat to tell him what happened and make him understand that there's no one else for me!" He ended on a fierce, hurt and angry note.

Draco stared in wonder. It was so simple, yet had never occurred to him. He moved away from the shelf, carried by the burning desire in him to see Harry again – for he was Harry, no more of this "Potter" nonsense – and rounded the corner. Granger was standing with her arms folded across her chest, speaking to Harry in a low voice, and Harry was bound to the bookshelf with ropes around his arms and legs. Draco cleared his throat. Both heads turned.

"Hey," said Draco, awkwardly.

Harry's mouth opened in a small "O".

Granger glanced from one to the other quickly. She took a step back. "Should I…" she asked, looking at Harry. He nodded once, swiftly, decisively, not taking his eyes off Draco.

"But first could you…?" He waved a helpless hand around, where it peeked out from the ropes. Granger flushed and nodded, whispering, "Finite Incantatem." The ropes disappeared and Harry relaxed as he dropped his arms. He rubbed his wrists absently, still staring at Draco, and Granger turned and left quietly.

"So," said Draco, and cleared his throat. "How have you been?"

Harry smiled. "Pretty shitty. The boy I like has been hiding from me, and I haven't spoken to him or even seen him except across the great Hall in a week." His green eyes shone with intensity. "I've missed him." His voice was a whisper, he stepped closer with each word he spoke, and Draco shuddered from the intimacy of it.

"Yeah?" he managed. "What would you say to him if you saw him?"

"I'd tell him I love him, and he's the only one for me," replied Harry, gazing deep into his eyes, and Draco was fucked; absolutely fucked, because he was crazy about this git. Maybe it wasn't love yet, but he was mad about Harry Bleeding Potter and he would be damned if he gave him up over a misunderstanding.

He stepped forward hesitantly. Harry's gaze didn't waver. He closed the gap between them, and reached for Draco's face. He cupped Draco's cheek in his left hand, like a caress. Draco closed his eyes as they leaned forward and their lips met in the softest, most tender of kisses. It was beautiful. It was loving and sweet and full of promise. They stood apart, not touching except for their lips and Harry's hand on Draco's cheek, softly stroking and caressing the skin with his thumb.

They broke apart and looked at each other, and Harry gave him a tentative smile. "Can I tell my friends you're my boyfriend, now?" he asked hopefully. Draco grunted.

"I guess. Maybe. Just don't say that too often. Malfoy's aren't normally the type to be anyone's boyfriend."

Harry chucked, and slid his arms around Draco's neck, kissing him soundly. They slid together, fitting neatly into place like a hand into a glove. Their lips crushed together, moving fervently, reverently across one another. It was an almost holy action. As Harry swept his lips over Draco's collarbone, the soft kisses he trailed there were like anointing oil, and Draco's answering moans a prayer.

He wanted this so badly; wanted Harry. Wanted more with him. He crushed Harry's lips in a bruising kiss, fiercely grabbed Harry about the waist, and the brunet moaned into his mouth at the rough treatment. They kissed in a frenzy, tongues gliding into each other's mouths and dancing playfully, passionately with each other. He tore his lips away at last to gasp for air and Harry continued his ministrations to Draco's neck.

Harry tasted as he always did; of sweat and sweetness, a faint hint of chocolate and mint from the chocolate frogs he was always eating and the constant brushing of his teeth to prevent the chocolate frogs from causing any problems. Draco chuckled, thinking how much more he'd learned about Harry just by sharing a common room with him, and having a shared bathroom between the boy's dorms.

Then Harry did something with his tongue and Draco's world was blown away, blown to that one little spot.

"Harry," he gasped needily. "I want you. Fuck, I want you so bad."

"Me too," groaned Harry. "I want you inside me."

The moment the words were out they both went still. "Do you mean that?" Draco asked in a low voice.

Harry hesitated. "Yes," he decided. "I'm just a little scared because I've never done it before."

Draco chuckled. "I've never been with a guy before either."

Harry blushed and buried his head in Draco's chest. "I've never been with anyone," he murmured. "I tried with Ginny, but it didn't work. Apparently I'm only attracted to guys. To you, in particular." He looked up shyly and Draco thought it was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. He also felt slightly blown away by Harry's confession. Knowing that no one else had ever known Harry so intimately gave him a fierce and primal sense of possessiveness.

"I'll be gentle," he promised, nibbling Harry's ear, and Harry shivered. "I'll take care of you." Harry ran his hands over Draco's chest, sliding his school robes off. He began to tug at Draco's jumper. Draco's pulse raced.

"Right here?" he asked, nervously. "Now?"

"Now," repeated Harry. "And this is as good a place as any." Actually he'd always pictured losing his virginity in a rather more romantic setting but he was fine with the stacks.

"Wouldn't you like your first time to be more… romantic?" Draco queried.

"Draco," murmured Harry, finally distracted from undressing his lover. "This is where everything started between us. That makes it plenty romantic to me." Then he nipped and licked and sucked at Draco's pulse point and suddenly taking their clothes off seemed like a brilliant idea to Draco.

Draco had never fully appreciated just how erotic the act of undressing another person could be. He had taken lovers in the past, but never anything serious, never anything more than a one-off, a fling. None of them had mattered to him. None of them had been Harry.

He gazed at each expanse of tanned, toned flesh he uncovered with greedy eyes, drinking it in and running his hands all over it. Giving in to the urge to lick and suck all over it and listening to Harry mewl like a kitten. He bit and sucked on every sensitive spot he could find, all over Harry's chest and stomach. He dropped to his knees and kissed down the trail of dark hair from Harry's navel to the waist of his trousers. He nuzzled it, nosing at the waistband and making Harry whimper.

He went to unbuckle Harry's belt and realised his hands were shaking. Somehow he managed anyway. He carefully undid each button, and pulled down the zip. With a sudden motion, he stood, and grabbed Harry. Harry let out a yelp as he was laid on the floor, but didn't protest. Draco slid his pants and trousers off in one deft motion, pulling them off his feet, leaving Harry completely nude and exposed.

Just a few months ago the prospect would have delighted him; glorying in all the ways he could use it to humiliate his rival. Now it delighted him for a whole different reason. He eagerly eyed Harry's long, red cock, thick and full, leaking precome from the tip. He leaned down and licked it a few times, tasting it; tasting Harry. He smiled as Harry gasped and bucked his hips and hissed, "Merlin, Draco, Merlin, fuck!"

Then he loomed over Harry, standing, drawing his own trousers and pants off. Harry's breath caught and he stared eagerly for his first glimpse of the blond completely in the raw.

Draco's cock was long, gently curved, and pale pink. It was perfect and elegant, just like the rest of him. Harry's mouth watered at the sight and he fought the urge to get up and suck the blond off, knowing that what awaited would be even better if he were patient enough.

"I don't know what to do," Draco admitted, hesitantly. Harry smiled.

"Conjure lube to start. Then you push one finger inside me, then two, and eventually three, one at a time, giving me time to adjust to each," he explained. "Move them around, scissor them, open me up so I can take you. And lube yourself before you go in – slowly, cause this is my first time and it's going to hurt at first." He felt rather shaky as he explained it, the enormity of what they were doing sweeping over him.

But he wanted Draco. He wanted Draco to be his first, and he wanted it here, and he wanted it now.

Draco knelt down in front of him, and after fishing his wand out his robe, conjured some lube. He rubbed it between his fingers, warming it, then reached down and softly touched Harry's entrance. Harry shuddered at the contact.

"Easy, love," murmured Draco, and Harry's heart warmed. He relaxed as Draco slipped a finger inside him, and gasped in wonder at the feeling.

Draco wiggled his finger in slow, sure movements, delving deeper into Harry's hole. After a few moments, he added another finger, and began to feel around, scissoring them. He felt a small lump inside Harry and pressed on it, unconsciously, and Harry arched his back and cried out.

Draco froze. Harry hissed, "Merlin, Draco, do that again!" Draco smiled, realising Harry had cried out from pleasure, not pain. He ran his fingers slowly over the nub again, and Harry's whole body spasmed as he cried out brokenly.

Draco withdrew his fingers and Harry whimpered. "It's alright, love," whispered Draco, as he cast a silencing spell around them, and added a disillusionment charm for good measure.

Harry watched him through half-lidded eyes. Draco smiled above him, a pale greek god in the dim lighting.

Then Draco put his fingers back in, one, then two again, and began to scissor them and feel around for the nub. He felt so eager to see Harry fall apart beneath him. To watch him writhe and beg. It wasn't driven by their old rivalry this time, but by his libido instead.

He shook a little as he added the third finger, becoming aware of how monumental this was. Harry had never been with anyone before, and he had chosen Draco for his first time. It scared him a little.

He scissored a bit and played with Harry's prostate, licked Harry's cock a little and enjoyed the way Harry went to pieces every time he did. He felt so hard he could almost come just from watching Harry.

"Merlin, Draco, Godric, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"That's the idea," murmured Draco, marvelling at the potty mouth the Golden Boy had during sex.

He pulled his fingers out, and Harry groaned in frustration. "Hang on, love," he whispered, conjuring more lube and slicking his cock. He tried to still his shaking hands and was only partially successful.

He eased himself towards Harry's entrance, teasing it with the tip of his cock. Harry gasped. "Inside. Now!" he demanded. Draco obliged.

He slid in gently, just a couple of inches, and stopped when Harry flinched, his face scrunching up and biting his lip. Despite the tight heat surrounding him, threatening to drown him, Draco kept a clear head and stayed perfectly still, waiting for Harry to signal he could continue. "You alright, Harry? Do you need me to stop?"

"No," said Harry. "I'm alright, now. It's just your cock is so big. You can move, just keep it slow, okay?"

Draco nodded, his mouth dry. The way Harry's lips had curved and his half-shut eyes staring into Draco's as he called Draco's cock 'so big' made him feel a heady rush of pride and arousal. He continued to slide into the tight channel, feeling it envelop him, inch by slow, torturous inch.

He kissed Harry, who twined his arms about his neck. They kissed slowly, languidly, as Draco slid inside of him. Harry's tongue eagerly lapped at Draco's, and Draco turned the kiss fiercer, more passionate and bruising. Twin moans escaped their mouths. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity before Draco broke away to keep from losing control while he finished sliding inside Harry.

Draco moaned again, unable to contain himself. He was fully sheathed, his balls rubbing against Harry's ass. He had never felt such tightness, such warmth, such closeness to another human being.

He waited while Harry adjusted, thinking of Snape in a frilly dress to keep from coming too soon.

His arousal dampened slightly, he allowed himself to stare at Harry again, drinking him in. He held his breath, gazing at Harry with his eyes shut, pink lips parted, sweat on his brow, and his breathing hitching.

Gorgeous, he thought.

And then, Mine.

Harry began to wiggle his hips, moving against Draco, moaning. Draco slowly slid out and in again, and Harry gasped. Draco stopped, but Harry shook his head.

"Keep going," he whispered. His eyes were still shut, and his breathing laboured.

Draco moved again, still slowly. Harry moaned arching his neck, baring his throat. Draco smiled. He dove onto the exposed neck, biting and sucking and marking it.

Harry cried out and twisted beneath him, and he thrusted with more force than before. Harry cried out again and Draco felt proud.

He remembered the little nub inside Harry that had made him all but come without Draco even touching his cock, and began to angle himself, hoping he could somehow reach it with his cock. He changed the angle slightly with each thrust, and he knew he'd found it when Harry suddenly let out a string of expletives.

"Merlin! Goddamn, fuck! Shit, Godric, Merlin, fuck!" Harry all but screamed, and Draco was grateful for the foresight to cast silencing spells. He began to thrust faster and faster, hitting the nub over and over while Harry sobbed and writhed and twisted and came completely undone beneath him.

He felt his release approaching, and reached for Harry's cock, stroking it in time with his movements. Harry bucked and thrust up to meet him with each stroke.

"Oh gods," Harry cried out brokenly. "OH, Merlin, Godric, gods! Draco! Draco! Draco!"

Draco threw his head back and grabbed Harry's hips, thrusting deeply and desperately into him, filling him to the hilt.

Chanting his lover's name like a mantra, Harry came, shooting thick streams of white fluid over his chest and Draco's stomach.

At the hot clench of muscle around his cock, Draco came too, his orgasm making him see stars and filling Harry with what seemed like an endless amount of come. Harry's name was on his lips as he came; a broken, desperate prayer.

Draco collapsed onto Harry's stomach, boneless and breathless. Harry was shaking slightly, and looked awed. "Wow," he whispered, after a few minutes to catch his breath. "Wow."

"Yeah, wow," echoed Draco, burying his nose in Harry's neck, breathing in his scent, light and musky, almost woodsy. He smelt of fresh breezes and trees and grass and Quidditch leathers. Draco loved it.

"Are you sniffing me?" demanded Harry.

"Yes," replied Draco, unashamed. "I love your scent."

Harry chuckled. "I love you," he whispered.

Draco hesitated. "I'm falling in love with you," he said. "I've never been in love before, so I don't have a clue how this works. But I know I'm falling for you, Harry; I just don't want to say those words until I can mean them with my whole heart."

He laid himself bare to Harry, hoping it was enough to cover the gap in their feelings.

Harry chuckled. "It's okay, Draco. It means a lot to hear you say that. I'm not gonna say I'm not disappointed, but I know you don't feel the same way, or you would have said it to me when I first told you. So it's alright." He slid his arms around Draco's neck and the two of them kissed heavily.

Finally Harry murmured, "You're kind of squishing me. I liked it at first but now it's really starting to hurt. This floor isn't soft." Draco chuckled and eased himself up, his soft member sliding out of Harry as he did so.

He cast a quick cleaning charm on them both, and helped Harry to his feet. They dressed quickly, stealing quick kisses from each other while they did. They then leaned on the bookshelf, kissing and tracing soft circles on each other's backs for a while.

"Mmm," said Harry, snuggling into Draco's neck. Draco chuckled, and ruffled his hair. It was soft. Draco felt so happy his heart could almost burst.

"Comfy?" he asked in a low voice.

"Mmhmm," came the reply.

He chuckled. He leaned down and nibbled on Harry's ear, and Harry squeaked in response. He laughed. "Why Potter," he drawled. "I didn't realise that being shagged would turn you into a mouse."

"Oh, sod off, Malfoy," griped Harry, with no real heat. Draco could feel him grinning against his neck.

"You're a berk, Potter," he said, affecting a wounded air. "We shag and all you can say to me is, "Sod off, Malfoy? I'm hurt."

Harry snickered. "You're a prat, Draco," he said affectionately. "A great big pretentious prat."

He opened his mouth to retort when Harry suddenly licked a stripe up his neck, across his pulse point. He swallowed convulsively.

"Harry," he gasped. "Don't –"

Harry grinned and did it again. Draco growled. "Dammit Potter, it's not funny!" Harry giggled.

"It is to me," he said, childishly. "Silly git."

"Potter, you're a – Nnngh –" Harry lapped at his pulse point again, "–A bloody tease!"

Harry laughed breathlessly, and continued nipping and sucking and licking at Draco's neck. Draco groaned. Already he could feel himself growing hard again.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Potter," he growled, and Harry nipped him again, hard.

Draco growled and flipped him over, pinning him against the floor. Harry gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"I said not to start things you can't finish, Potter," he said, his voice low.

"I heard," Harry purred back, smiling seductively.

With another growl in his throat Draco attacked Harry's lips in a harsh kiss. Harry responded, opening his mouth to Draco's, humming under the onslaught of passion Draco decided to shower on him.

Draco pressed him to the ground again, and Harry twined his arms around Draco's neck. They kissed fiercely, desperately. Despite their recent activities, both of them felt their desire growing again. It had been too long since they had touched one another before today; once was not enough for either of them now.

Shedding their clothing was quick work, and they remained occupied in the stacks for quite some time afterwards.

Hermione sat, lost in thought at a table in the library. She had no reason to doubt what Harry had told her, but she still found it hard to believe. She wanted to go find him and make him explain, but he and Malfoy had been in the library stacks together for quite some time and she had no wish to intrude on what she was certain was a fairly private reunion.

She wondered what Harry planned to tell Ron. He would not likely take the revelation well.

Ginny.

Ginny surprised her. She was tempted to go find Ginny and force the story from the other girl, only she doubted Ginny would have many more details than she herself possessed. And she wanted to hear everything from Harry himself, when he was ready to tell her.

If only he'd come out of the stacks with Malfoy.

She sighed and folded her arms over her chest. She was patient. She would outwait him. She was good at that.