Disclaimer: See prologue
Guide: "Talk", Thoughts, ~letters and other written stuff~
Rating: M for sexual themes, language and slash in later chapters
Beta: Makoto Sagara
Warning: Some might not like the scene in the shower, though I only tried to describe the situation as realistically as possible. Not everything is perfect, even in the world of fanfiction.
AN: Sorry for making you wait for over a month for the next chapter, but I have a bachelor thesis to finish, which took up all of my time for the last few weeks. And to my regret, it still is not finished. But it should be finished soon, so the updates should be quicker again, at least until the next university term starts. So, this is a rather short chapter, more of an Interlude. The next one, hopefully, will be longer and won't take over a month.
-~-~- Altair -~-~-
-~-~-by Still waters are deep-~-~-
-~-~- Chapter 14 – Thursday morning musings -~-~-
For the first time since he had started sleeping in the bewitched bed of Room Zero (it didn't allow the people sleeping inside it to wear any clothing), Harry woke up without lying in Draco's arms. He did not know that both of them still unconsciously moved towards each other during the night. The only reason why he was not currently cuddled up with Draco was that, opposed to the dark-haired teen, the blond had gotten up at 7:30 am to be on time for his first classes of the day, Runes and Arithmancy, which Harry did not take. Hence Harry slept until shortly after 10 am since his first class, double Basic Trance-sexual Magic, did not start until 12:30 pm.
After letting out a big yawn, Harry looked up at the dark red canopy of their bed and decided to use the time on his own to think about everything that had happened in the last three days. It was so much that it seemed like a full month had already passsed.
It was not surprising the that majority of his thoughts were centred on the new Sexual Magic classes, as well as his Altair partner, Draco. Harry was positively surprised that after years of trading insults, he was able to spend hours with Draco without feeling awkward at all, yesterday morning's hand job aside. But the memory of the hand job not only gave Harry a nice blush, it also made him realise that despite what he had thought during the holidays, he was not really ready for sex yet.
When I applied for the Altair electives, I believed that I already accepted not only the certainty that I would have to have sex with one of my classmates, but also would possibly be doing it with another guy. But now, when confronted with it in reality, for all I had thought I would be ready, I am not as confident about the whole situation as I thought I would be, Harry realised.
God gracious, I will have sex with Draco the day after tomorrow! Harry thought, shocked, sitting up in the bed. His heart rate had picked up during his reflecting process. It beat faster the more agitated he became about the fact that he would soon lose his virginity and the fact that he was not as ready for it as he previously believed himself to be.
With deep breaths, he tried to calm down again. "Come on, Harry," he spoke out loud, talking to himself. "It is not like you're alone in this. Draco will be there with you the whole time." This prospect calmed Harry down enough to not only stop talking to himself but to also to lay down on the bed again.
Yeah, Draco will know what to do, just like yesterday morning during the mutual hand jobs. It is not like he is a vir- Here, Harry abruptly stopped, when he realised that Draco indeed was, like himself, still a virgin.
With how comfortable he seems to be while handling the whole situation, I had totally forgotten that the two of us are in the same boat. This realisation brought Harry back to his previous musings about what awaited him on the upcoming Saturday — besides the Quidditch try-outs.
Okay, Harry, what could you do to make the whole thing more bearable? He asked himself, in the attempt to calm his nerves again. He was more than a little nervous and just a bit scared about being intimate with anyone so soon.
Maybe I could try to plan as much as possible ahead of the event, Harry mused after a moment. Okay, let's see... The who, where, and when questions are easy to answer. It will happen here — in this very same bed — on Saturday evening with Draco. At least we won't have to worry about undressing each other, fumbling with buttons and zippers that don't want to open. The bed will do it for us, Harry thought with a small smile gracing his face when he looked down at his exposed naked chest. He had been too lazy to cover himself up again after the sheet had moved down when he had sat up in shock some minutes before.
So this leaves me with the 'how'. After taking a deep breath and crossing his arms behind his head, Harry continued imagining how his first time would happen. As Draco and I discussed yesterday, I will be the one to bottom on Saturday, and because my Typos Thesis happens to be submissive I will also have to let Draco be in control. But maybe it is better this way, he thought, thinking back to what he had read in the appendix of his Basic Trance-sexual Magic book yesterday.
Hermione had given him the advice to take a look at the appendix for his Sexual Potions homework, because in the appendix the four major Typos Thesis (Top/Bottom and Dominant/Submissive) were explained. While browsing through the book, he had also found a short chapter on intercourse. There, it had been explained, that it was very important that the top knew what he was doing when preparing the bottom. Otherwise, the bottom could be severely hurt.
Opposed to myself, Draco already has down the hang of the new lubrication and cleaning charms they taught us on Tuesday. And he is far more confident than I am when it comes to those things as a whole anyway. So, it is probably better that he will be in charge, Harry thought, feeling better now about being the main bottom and submissive in the relationship.
This reminds me, that I still haven't tried out to cast those two spells on myself yet. It would be even more embarrassing if I have to let him cast those on me, Harry thought, blushing hard from embarrassment, even if no one was in the room with him. I really must try it sometime soon. And most importantly to not forget to cast them Saturday night. But besides this, there should be nothing more for me to ponder about, besides remembering to stay relaxed, to make the whole thing as painless as possible. The rest will have to happen on its own, once it's started. Harry ended his musings and stared up at the canopy of his bed.
After two minutes of simply staring, he got out of the bed and went into the bathroom for a shower. When he was about to enter the shower, he belatedly remembered that he had wanted to practise the lubrication and cleaning charm on himself. And what better place to try it out than inside the shower? So, Harry quickly walked back into the bedroom to get his wand, not even bothering to hide his naked body with a towel, because he knew that Draco was in class right now and no one else would be able to enter Room Zero.
When he was back in the shower, with his wand safely stored out of reach of the shower spray, Harry first washed his hair and cleaned his body. Then, he decided to try out the two spells. In his opinion, he had already mastered those spells, if the transparent tube they had gotten for practice was anything to go by, but he knew that his professor had said that it was a different thing to cast the spell on a living person.
But when he wanted to try out the cleaning charm, he unsurprisingly reached the same conclusion as Draco: How the hell should it be possible to cast the spell on yourself? Really, he must not have tried it out himself, Harry thought angry.
The wand movement makes it impossible to cast the cleaning charm on your own entrance. And I know from the tube that it is important, that the wand is pointed at the entrance or the spell will not reach where it should. I would not care if it didn't work properly with the lubrication charm, since I can always lubricate myself the Muggle way. But how should I be able to avoid having to ask Draco to cast the cleaning spell on me? Oh, this will be so embarrassing, Harry thought, dismayed. The fact that Draco would be in the same predicament as him the day after did nothing to lift his spirits.
Why had I been happy at first to have received a male partner and not a female one? Harry asked himself. With a girl, I at least would not have to worry about cleaning and lubrication charms, since they would not be necessary. But when the thought of who the possible partners in his year were, he was quick to take back his previous thought and realised that with Draco he really had gotten one of the best partners available.
He was even more reassured when Pansy Parkinson came to his mind. Harry really felt sorry for Macmillan. The poor boy is stuck with Parkinson, who is unlikely to accept anyone else other than 'her' Draco as her Altair partner. I really do not want to be in his position. I would not even know how to talk her into doing the assignments with me. Harry was grateful for Draco being his Altair partner. He at least tries his best to make me feel comfortable during the whole thing, he thought with a smile.
I don't know what could have been worse than getting Parkinson, Harry mused. On a second thought though, I would have hated to got Lavender and becoming her Po-Po. Not to forget that she would have got on my nerves with trying to talk me into taking Sexual Divinations with her. Harry shuddered at the very idea, even more relieved to have been paired with Draco, the earlier thought about useless cleaning charms forgotten for the moment.
Draco at least does not mind being paired with me and is even able to calm me down. And better yet, instead of complaining behind my back how bad I am at anything sexual, he gives me helpful hints. Even if it comes in form of taunts, like 'I am sure that you prefer some more speed and pressure than that for yourself'. The memory of yesterday's hand job brought his mind back to his current dilemma of the not working cleaning charm.
Resigned, Harry decided to at least try to finger himself, so that when Draco would most likely prepare him on Saturday, he would know how it felt to have something up there. In all the years before, he had never contemplated to try out stimulating his prostate, even after the twins once had told him that it was very enjoyable and would take wanking to a new level.
Taking his wand into his hand again, Harry cast the normal lubrication charm, which he had cast countless of times since the end of third year, to get a nice amount of lube, so that he could try out fingering himself for the first time.
To his disgust, it did not end well. The first knuckle of his index finger had gone in without problems, the lube assuring a smooth entrance after he had circled around it for a bit. But when he had shoved the digit deeper, the tip of his finger had touched his own faeces and he had let out a "Yuk", before quickly pulling the finger out again.
"And that's why that damned cleaning charm should be used first, if one wants to put anything there!" Harry muttered darkly and angrily, before he gave up on trying to loosen up his arsehole for the day and deciding that it was about time to get out of the shower, if he did not want to be late for lunch.
~-~-~-~-~-~-Altair-a life changing event-~-~-~-~-~-~-
AN: Right now, Draco is only going to the Quidditch try-outs as a spectator. And will later in the story have private Seeker games with Harry. So, if you want Draco to actively take part in the Slytherin Quidditch team, leave a review ;)
Next: They have their second Basics lesson, where you will find out how the cleaning and lubrication spells can be practised on oneself. And then maybe also the Quidditch try-outs, if I come this far.