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: Unbetaed, all mistakes are my own. Sexual content. Language.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything affiliated with his world belong to J.K. Rowling.
Beta: YaoiFanGirl101
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Draco slowly became more withdrawn. He had put his heart into something, and he reaped heartache. He tried not to think about Harry being a Horcrux, because that train of thought made him want to hit something.
Draco was a class A actor. He could fool his Slytherin cronies, he could fool Snape, and he could even fool the Dark Lord. So fooling the Gryffindors should be no problem, in theory. It didn't quite work out.
Granger and Weasley didn't notice anything wrong. Harry, though, was another matter. They were in the sitting room, sprawled across the couches and drinking butterbeer left over from the last Order meeting.
Weasley and Granger had started spending quite a lot of time together, and Draco and Harry had started to, too. Draco tried not to think about what Weasley was doing to Granger. That thought gave him nightmares.
Well, actually, Draco wished his nightmares were that tame. But still, that was just…urgh.
"Want to tell me what's got you acting like your pet kneazle died?" Draco froze, but tried to play it off.
"Don't be stupid, Potter, I had a pet crup when I was younger."
Potter rolled his eyes, but went quiet. Draco prayed his reprieve would last. But his prayers were in vain.
Five minutes later, Potter asked, "Seriously, Malfoy, did I do something?"
"Drop it, Potter, seriously." Draco was getting angry at the Gryffindor's refusal to stop talking.
"You've been acting weird ever since I killed Pettigrew. I want to know why.
"Back up, Potter. You did what?" All of Draco's anger drained away, to be replaced with confusion.
"Um…"
"When exactly did you kill Pettigrew?"
"You didn't know?"
Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Clearly not, Potter."
"I thought Hermione would have told you. I'm sorry."
"Her lips have been otherwise occupied." Harry grimaced. "Was this when you snuck out and came back all bloody?"
"Yeah."
"Pettigrew did that to you? Merlin, no wonder they don't let you fight. You're useless."
"Hey! And no, Pettigrew didn't do that to me. I went back to the site of the raid. I found Pettigrew there and killed him, then I ran into Bellatrix and this other women on my way out."
Draco spat out his butterbeer.
"Bellatrix Lestrange?! Did any unidentified curses hit you?"
"I don't think—What? Why?"
"Because Aunt Bellatrix is famous for her curses that have a delayed reaction. She invented most of them herself." Draco pulled out his wand and cast a scanning charm on Harry. "My mother taught me this, to detect the spells, after Bellatrix started to use me as target practice. Stay still."
Potter stopped fidgeting, and let Draco scan him. When it turned up negative, Harry wasn't the only one who breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, if that's not why you're mad at me, what is?"
"Potter, take a hint. I don't want to talk about it." All of Draco's previous anger came back.
"It's not good to bottle up your emotions, Malfoy."
That did it. Draco glared at Potter. "You really want to know why I'm mad at you?"
"I thought…" He quailed under Draco's fierce look. "Yeah."
"Maybe it's the fact that you are so stupid! You're the only chance we have to win this war, and you almost go and blow it because your pride is hurt. I'm don't really have an active part in this war, but you don't see me acting like an idiot and rushing off in petty revenge."
"Of course not, you're a Slytherin." That set Draco's blood boiling. He was tired of being looked down on because he was a Slytherin. But the statement also knocked his sense back in. He had been about to let slip exactly how much he cared for Harry. His anger was too great to stop yelling, though.
"You're already in enough danger, as it is, do you have to go put yourself in the path of more danger?"
"I'm not in any more danger than everyone else, less even, because I don't leave this fucking house."
"Everyone else isn't Harry Potter. Everyone else isn't a fucking time bomb with a piece of THE DARK LORDS'S SOUL IN THEM!"
Harry dropped his butterbeer bottle. "Voldemort's soul…what are you talking about?"
"The piece of the Dark Lord's soul in you, making you a Horcrux!"
"What…how do you even know what a Horcrux is?"
"My father, Lucius Malfoy, being the Dark Arts connoisseur that he is, gave me a thorough education before Hogwarts. I know about stuff that would make your hair curl. I won't tell you, because your hair looks hideous enough. I've been researching with Granger for ages now."
"How'd you find out about me being a Horcurx?"
"I er, accidently peeked at her papers and saw a list of Horcruxes with your name on it. Goddamn, Potter, everything happens to you doesn't it."
"Accidently, sure." Harry laughed mirthlessly. "You have no idea. Was that really what upset you?"
"Of course not, Potter." Something in Potter's eyes said he didn't believe Draco, so Draco distracted Harry the best way possible.
The Gryffindor had gotten up and paced during their fight, and his pacing had brought him alongside the couch Draco was laying on. Draco reached up and snagged the bottom of Potter's thin t-shirt, pulling him down onto of Draco.
"Oomf," Harry breathed, tickling Draco's ear. Harry wriggled a little, so he was straddling Draco, and the friction caused Draco's pulse to speed up. Draco reached up, and pulled off Harry's glasses.
He threw them across the room and both of them paused as the sound of glass shattering reached their ears.
"Malfoy," whined Potter.
"Shut up," replied Draco, leaning in to kiss Harry. "Are you a wizard, or what?" he added as he pulled back.
Harry was only slightly appeased, though, and he bit on Draco's tongue rather hard. Draco reacted instinctively and tried to escape. Their struggles brought them dangerously close to the edge of the couch, and as Harry tried to get back on top, both of them went tumbling to the floor.
Neither boy appeared to notice, though. Harry's mouth hadn't moved from Draco's collarbone, and Draco's fingers only tightened in Harry's hair.
The friction when their groins touch was amazing, but there were too many layers of clothing between them. Draco unthreaded his fingers from Harry's hair, ignoring Harry's moan of displeasure. He unbuttoned Potter's shirt, and tried to slide it off his shoulders. Between the two of them they manage, and Draco ran his fingers up Harry's chest, stopping momentarily at a taut nipple.
Harry moaned at that, and quickly divested Draco of his robes. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's suddenly naked waist-when did that happen?-but his mind won't allow that much coherent thought, because Harry's hand played with his erection and this time Draco was the one moaning.
His nails dug into Potter's back, and tomorrow there will be red marks. But Harry wasn't complaining and Draco can't be arsed to care.
Draco heard "accio lube" and the smack of the jar hitting Potter's hand. He grabbed it out of Potter's palm. Draco unscrewed the top and dips his fingers in. He dropped the jar to the side, and started to prepare himself.
Potter's was looking at him as if he was a starving man and Draco is a gourmet feast. He would feel self-conscious, if he weren't Draco Malfoy. He's seen that look on many people. Some, like Pansy and Theo, were in the same position as Potter. Others because he was the son of Lucius Malfoy, and therefore had riches, connections, prestige galore.
Draco tried to stop the flutter of his heart at the sight, but it is a futile as stopping Granger from going to the library. He tried to tell himself it doesn't mean anything, that it is probably the look he gives his girlfriend, too.
That train of thought makes some of Draco's arousal shrivel up. Potter noticed, and quirked an eyebrow, as if asking "what?". Draco mouthed "nothing" back. Potter returned his hand to Draco's cock, and all thoughts of Ginny Weasley fled. Draco concentrated of remembering how to prepare himself, and once he was satisfied, he slathered Harry's previously untouched cock with the remaining lube.
Despite being almost untouched, Potter's erection stands proudly at attention, dripping and red. He growled as Draco lathered it up, and as soon as Draco removed his hand, he lined himself up at Draco's entrance.
This is the first time since Harry sneaked out, and that was almost two and a half weeks ago. Draco can't quite hide the grimace of pain as Harry enters him.
Harry immediately stopped, which must take considerable willpower. "Are you okay?" he asked. After a few moments, Draco nodded, and Potters resumed.
When Potter was all the way in, he pulled out and thrusted back in. Draco planted his feet on the floor and lifted his hips up for a better angle.
His efforts were not in vain, and he cried out as Harry hits that spot. Harry changed his angle so he gets it every time. Draco knew he was babbling, some combination of gods, Merlin, more, and please.
He stuck a hand between their sweat-slicked bodies and grabbed his own cock. He pulled in time with Harry's thrust, and it was heavenly. He's probably going to have carpet burn tomorrow but it will be so worth it.
Suddenly it's all too much, and that blinding wave of pleasure engulfed him. He yelled, "Harry!" when he came. Draco clenched around Harry, and in his post-orgasmic haze, felt the tremors that meant Harry was coming, too.
When both of them stop shuddering, Draco noticed Harry's shit-eating grin. Though he couldn't for the life of Merlin figure out what it is for.
Harry pulled out of Draco and reached for his wand. He cast belated silencing and locking charms at the door. He then grabbed a pillow off the couch and stuck it beneath his head.
Draco has learned that Harry likes to sleep after sex, but this is just bizarre. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable in a bed, or at least on the couch?" he enquired.
"Probably. G'night Draco." Draco started, because this is the first time Harry's called him by his first name. Suddenly he remembered what he called out during his orgasm, and flushes. The shit-eating grin makes a lot more sense now. He ducked his head against Harry's shoulder in embarrassment, and as he lay there, he drifted off.
Draco woke up a few hours later, with Harry still snoring softly beside him. He got up and got dressed, resisting the urge to kiss Harry.