Summary: In the third year of the war, Draco is discovered as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Snape brings him to Grimmauld Place for safety. But months of being locked in a house with Potter take their toll, and soon both boys are in over their heads.
Pairing: Harry/Draco. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Warnings: Sexual content. Language.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything affiliated with his world belong to J.K. Rowling.
Betaed by YaoiFanGirl101
Several hours later, loud noises drifted up the stairs. Figuring the battle was over; Draco went downstairs to hear the news. Sure enough, what looked to be the entire Order was crowding around the foyer.
Potter had Weasley and Granger in a death grip. Everyone else seemed to be checking who was still alive. There were hugs and tears all around. Draco hung back in the shadows, not wanting to intrude on such an emotional scene. Actually, that was bullshit, he knew he didn't belong and didn't want to open himself to the rejection he would have received going out there.
Moody's growling voice interrupted the bittersweet mood, shepherding everyone into the kitchen. Draco was the last person in the door, but fortunately no one noticed.
Moody stood at the front of the room. Just from looking at him, you wouldn't have known a battle had just taken place.
"Everyone be quiet!" The room quieted down immediately. "I want to know if anyone saw any new recruits and any injuries our people received."
Several people got up and walked over to Moody to report. The rest of them went back to discussing the battle and seeing who made it out alive.
Draco turned to Granger. "Who died?"
She sighed, and Draco saw her face was covered in dirt and blood. "On our side: Emmaline Vance, Seamus Finnegan, and Sturgis Podmore. Bill and Fred were injured, so was Tonks. They're all in Saint Mungo's. On their side, Goyle Senior, Macnair, and two others whose faces I didn't see. We managed to capture all three Lestranges."
Draco gazed sightlessly across the room. When he put the world back in focus, he saw a dark black head leaning towards a red one. Potter had his arms around the female Weasley. He was whispering something in her ear. When he pulled back, his eyes met Draco's. Draco smirked back at him, amused.
Potter blushed like a schoolgirl. Female Weasley leaned forward and hugged him. Potter's eyes remained locked on Draco. Draco was thoroughly amused. Potter's awkwardness was obvious; he didn't know how to react after this morning. When Moody called him over, Potter looked eternally grateful to get away from his supposed girlfriend.
Two days later, Draco went down to the kitchen after Weasley and Granger went to bed. He found Potter already there, picking at his food.
"How's your girlfriend, Potter?"
"Bugger off, Malfoy!"
"Does she know how much you love cock?"
"I said, bugger off, Malfoy!" Potter got up and advanced on Draco. Draco held back a grin, he knew exactly how to get to Potter.
"Why? Sore subject?"
"What do you think this is? Ginny won't let me touch her till the war is over, I'm horny, and you're here and certainly aren't complaining." Potter's hand worked its way up Draco's shirt, and he had a hard time formulating his next words.
"Glad we—ooh, agree, Potter."
Potter's calloused fingers found Draco's nipple and pinched. Draco's head fell back and he moaned. Draco tried to unbutton Potter's shirt, but Potter proved very distracting. Soon, though, both shirts were unbuttoned. Draco fumbled with Potter's trousers but Potter pushed his hands away. Potter knelt down and made quick work of Draco's trousers and pants.
When Potter ran his tongue over the head of his erection, Draco's knees buckled. If not for the fingers digging into his hips, hard enough to bruise, he would have fallen. As it was, he could only lean on Potter and voice his delight.
"Gods, Potter, don't stop, that's, ooh right there," Draco babbled helplessly. He could almost feel Potter's smirk around his cock, but he couldn't be arsed to care. Potter took even more of Draco's cock into his mouth, and Draco's hips snapped forward until he was fucking Potter's mouth. One of Potter's hands moved from his hip to fondle Draco's balls. With one last swirl of the tip, Draco exploded, coming into Potter's mouth.
Potter swallowed everything and removed his mouth from Draco's prick. If the look on Potter's face is any indication, Draco had made some hideously embarrassing noise. He knew that in a few hours he would be horrifically embarrassed, but he was too sated to care much right now.
Potter moved up Draco's torso and started sucking on his neck. Something firm against his thigh reminded Draco that not everyone was as satisfied as he was. He should probably get on that. He moved to kneel down to return the favor, but Potter grasped his wrists and held them up over his head.
Potter shucked his trousers and shoved them out of the way, all the while holding on to Draco's wrists with one hand. When he was completely naked-from the waist down, at least-Potter muttered something and a small jar came flying out of Potter's trouser pockets.
Well, that certainty answered the question as to what Potter was doing. Potter finally released Draco's hands, and they came and wrapped around Potter's back and tangled in his hair. Potter had been marking up Draco's chest for the past few minutes, but this was another one of those situations where it felt too good to protest. At least his robes would hide the marks tomorrow.
Potter unscrewed the jar of lube, and flipped Draco around. Bracing himself against the wall with his arms, Draco could feel his cock hardening again, some combination of the sucking on his chest, and anticipation of what was to come.
Draco could feel Potter's prick rubbing at the crease of his ass, and he moaned at Potter to hurry it up.
"So bossy," Potter muttered right in his ear, blowing lightly then licking the earlobe. But he hurried up, and soon Draco felt something at his entrance. Potter pushed one finger in and Draco tried to relax. It had been a long time, bloody war.
Draco had almost gotten used to it when a second finger joined the first. Just as he was about to complain, Potter's fingers brushed something that made it all worth it. He made another embarrassing noise, and Draco felt Potter's chest rumble with laughter.
A third finger slid in, and as they kept brushing his prostate, Draco had no complaints. All too soon the fingers were withdrawn, leaving Draco empty and gasping for more. Potter obliged and slid his cock in, slowly. Draco didn't feel like waiting, so jerked his hips back and felt himself impaled on Potter's cock.
It felt so fucking good. They set up a rhythm, and Potter managed to brush his prostate on every other stroke. Draco was hard again, and he moved one hand down and started stroking his prick. Potter moaned loud enough to put Draco's embarrassing noises to shame, and then he was coming, spurting into Draco's ass.
A few more strokes was all it took until Draco came too, covering the wall with his cum. Potter remained in him until they both caught their breaths, then he removed himself. He cast cleaning charms on both of them and left the kitchen, muttering a terse, "goodnight".
Draco yawned, and stretched out. He had been curled up in an armchair for over two hours, and his body was rebelling. His book fell off his lap with his stretch, and dropped to the green carpet with a dull thunk. Draco swore and reached down and grabbed it.
Draco was sitting in an armchair in from of the fire in the library. Giving his eyes a reprieve, he looked around. The mantel was covered in Black Family heirlooms: an Order of Merlin, and ornate silver sculpture of Merlin and two small frames holding some of his Black ancestors.
He couldn't really see them, because the room was in shadow and the only sources of light came from fire and a light across the room. However, he'd spent so much time in the library; he could have navigated in pitch-blackness.
Over in the corner, he heard the sounds of pages turning. Granger had been ensconced in the library as long as Draco had. Granger's head was bent over a stack of books and she started muttering to herself.
"Nutrio anima, nutrio anima, where have I heard that?"
Draco's head snapped around to Granger's corner.
"What are you reading, Granger? That's hardly Gryffindor appropriate."
"What, I don't, err, what are you talking about?"
"That's very dark magic, you know," Draco said, in lieu of an answer.
"Yes I know that," snapped Granger. "What do you know about it?"
"It's the spell placed on Horcruxes to preserve them. Planning to create a Horcrux, Granger?"
"Hardly," she sniffed.
"Then why are you researching, ohh!" Understanding dawned on Draco. "He made a Horcrux, didn't He?"
"Of course not-"
"What's the point of lying? It's not like I could tell anyone, you might as well let me help. You haven't made much progress in research by yourself." Granger glared, but didn't deny the truth in the statement.
"Fine," she muttered, looking quite put upon. Draco nodded, and then strode deeper into the library.
"Wait, Malfoy, what- are you helping or not?" Draco didn't respond. Granger sighed and went book to her book.
Draco searched several shelves until he found the book he was looking for. He pulled it off the shelf and walked back to Granger. He dropped it on top of her open book.
"What the-"
"I found a copy of this book in my father's library when I was eight. It's very detailed." Granger took it and flipped through, pausing to scan some pages.
"Jesus, you read this when you were eight?"
"Yeah." Draco paused. "Who's Jesus?"
Granger made a dismissive gesture with her hand as she kept her eyes glued to the pages. "He's the son of God."
"Which god?"
"The God, Malfoy, I'm not debating muggle religions with you."
"Fine," Draco grabbed a book from the massive pile on the desk.
After five minutes of reading he threw it across the room. "That book is complete rubbish."
Granger looked scandalized. "You can't treat books like that," she hissed.
"Why, it's not like they're going to come back and hurt me." Draco paused. "Well, that Monster book might," he added fairly.
"Malfoy," said Hermione, "I know you are capable of reading quietly."
Draco sighed, but quieted down.
After three more hours of reading, the constant turning of the pages began to be punctuated with yawns. Draco and Granger decided to call it a night.
Draco was on his way out the door when Granger called out to him. "Malfoy, thanks for your help. I appreciate it. Maybe we could continue the day after tomorrow?"
Draco pretended to think it over. Inside the privacy of his own head, he was jumping for joy. He had a task, something to relieve the monotony and help him stop thinking about Potter. "I guess I could spare the time."