Slash Warning: From now on, this fanfic will contain graphic descriptions of men making love with other men. Slash, in other words. If slash bothers you, or if you are too young to be legally reading that sort of thing, please stop reading now.
Author's Note: Lots of fluff, shagging and minimal plot coming up. The suggested (and suggestive) soundtrack is The Only Time by Nine Inch Nails.
Many thanks to darkend-angelz-wingz for the beta job. :-)
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The Bodyguard
Chapter 17: First Times: Shagging!
Firewhiskey ran through Harry's veins but that wasn't the reason he was dizzy. He had never wanted anyone in his life as much as he wanted Draco. Running his hands through that soft, silky hair and kissing those hot, sweet, slippery lips wasn't enough. With an urgency he'd never felt before, Harry rolled Draco on top of him, glorying in his weight and heat, and the way their bodies clung and molded to each other. As Harry turned his head, to trail kisses along Draco's jaw line, he heard the Slytherin give a self-satisfied chuckle that was more like a moan.
"You're so desperate for me, Harry. I love it!"
Frowning, Harry pulled his lips away from Draco's face and laid his head back on the pillow, gazing up at Draco's pink cheeks and his desire-darkened eyes. "You never stop do you?"
Draco chuckled again. "What do you mean?" he whispered huskily, bending his head to Harry's throat and pressing hot, wet sucking kisses down the side of his neck.
"Everything's ... a competition ... with you. You always have to ... AH! ... be my rival..." Harry gasped, tipping up his chin and closing his eyes. He could feel the heat from every kiss radiating straight to his groin. Draco chuckled and it occurred to Harry that this snog was nothing more than a variation of one of their usual battles of wits and bodies - battles that they had previously fought on the Quidditch pitch or in the Hogwarts corridors; never before in bed. But none of their previous battles had ever felt so good...
"Everything's a competition with YOU, Harry. Whatever I do, you always have to retaliate. I just love the way you can't ignore me! Besides, I like a competition that I can win, and this one is well stacked in my favour!" said Draco, between kisses.
Harry opened his eyes. There was a wild expression of triumph on Draco's face. "What do you mean?" asked Harry slowly. Draco did not reply at first; he ran his tongue up the side of Harry's throat and Harry couldn't help himself. He moaned.
Draco lifted his head. "The Slytherin Stud versus the Gryffindor Virgin," he said, with the faintest trace of a sneer. His eyes were so dilated they looked black and a wild, sensual grin spread over his face. "I'm going to shag you senseless, Harry! You're going to come first, screaming my name!" To Harry's mingled horror and pleasure, Draco boldly ran a hand down Harry's naked chest, over a nipple, and down onto his straining groin, which was only covered by a thin pair of pyjamas. Draco cupped the area and squeezed hard.
Stars exploded behind Harry's eyes and he cried out. His hips bucked under Draco's hand. "Slow down!" he yelped, pulling away as if burned. But the hand followed him and began to rub along his hard length through his pyjamas. No one had ever touched Harry there before. He couldn't control the whimpers coming out of his mouth.
"What's the matter?" sniggered Draco. His hand rubbed mercilessly over Harry's groin and the expression on his face was diabolical. "Am I going too fast for you? Did Precious Potter want to wait until he was married before he let someone touch his cock?"
With a roar of fury, Harry pushed Draco's hand away and flipped him forcibly onto his back. Then he grabbed his rival's face with both hands, kissing him fiercely, and pressing his tongue forcibly into his mouth. He felt Draco's mouth open wide and tasted sweetness as his smooth, slick tongue duelled back.
The world contracted for Harry, until Draco was the only thing in it. He could feel Draco's hands all over him, running through his hair, and sinking into the slick, sweaty skin of his back. Their pelvises ground together and Harry gasped as Draco's hands slid under his pyjamas and touched his bare skin of his bottom.
Abruptly, Draco pushed Harry onto his back and straddled his hips, still grinding their pelvises together. He leaned over Harry and put both of his hands on his chest. There was a hungry look on Draco's face that Harry had never seen on another face before - it was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. The balls of Draco's thumbs teased and caressed Harry's nipples and Harry arched his body. Then Draco lowered his head, kissing Harry's shoulders, running his hands down the sides of his body, and trailing kisses and firm licks over one of Harry's nipples, and then the other. Harry had ceased to care about the noise he was making. He groaned, and writhed under Draco's touch.
Then Harry cried out Draco's name...
"That's right, Harry, let me hear you!" Draco smirked triumphantly and looked up from Harry's nipple. Harry tried to glare at him but, without breaking eye contact, Draco dipped his head and sucked hard on Harry's nipple, swirling his tongue over the pebbled surface.
"Draco!" Harry cried out, unable to stop himself. His fingers tangled in his lover's white-blond hair.
Draco followed up with a broad, wet lick over Harry's nipple. "Good Gryffindor. Let it out!" he smirked.
It was too much for Gryffindor pride to handle. "You just wait!" moaned Harry. He reached over and started tearing open the pyjama jacket that Draco was wearing, not caring when one button, then another, broke off and flew somewhere out of sight in the darkened room.
"Harry, slow down. You're ruining your only pair of pyjamas," warned Draco, in a reasonable tone. Far too reasonable for Harry, who wanted Draco to feel as crazy as he did. He yanked the pyjamas from Draco's shoulders and Draco struggled - for some reason he was reluctant to disrobe, even though Harry had seen him topless earlier that day. Harry won out in the end. He flung the rather ripped piece of fabric away, and took a moment to victoriously feast his eyes on Draco's beautiful body.
But then he caught sight of something that made him stop dead. The Dark Mark - a livid red tattoo in the shape of a human skull with a snake slithering through its bony jaws - was visible on Draco's left forearm. A chill went through Harry.
Draco flinched with humiliation. "It's coming back again. I didn't want you to see it," he said softly, with downcast eyes.
"It comes and it goes?" asked Harry, staring in horrified fascination.
"Yes. Mostly it's invisible. When the Dark Lord is planning something, it stings and goes red. When we are meant to Disapparate to his side, it burns black." He trembled as Harry put out a hand and ran his fingers over the hideous brand.
"All I can feel is skin."
"It goes all the way to the bone," said Draco shakily. "Mother told me there was a Death Eater once, called Black, who tried to cut his Mark out and he kept slicing away but..."
Harry winced. "I don't want to hear it." Draco fell silent - his cheeky bravado of a few minutes ago had gone, and Harry found that he missed it. Very gently, with a level of forgiveness that astonished him, Harry said, "I know that you wanted to get the Mark, but that was long ago and so many things have happened since then. You've changed-"
"I DIDN'T want it," interrupted Draco. He looked up and his face was feverish. "It was the Dark Lord's idea to make me a Death Eater. Not mine. He wanted a replacement for Father and he sent Death Eaters to my house to fetch me. I didn't want to go with them, Harry, I didn't want the Mark, but if I hadn't gone, they'd have killed Mother and I."
This did not fit in at all with what Harry thought he had seen and he frowned. "I don't believe you didn't want it. You looked pretty happy about being a Death Eater on the Hogwart's Express. You were actually BOASTING about serving Voldemort and about the task he'd set you."
Draco flinched at the name and his whole face flushed pink. "I knew you were listening, Harry. I wanted ... I wanted to show off..." he admitted, his voice faltering when he saw Harry's look of disgusted amusement. But Draco's face was deadly serious. "There's another reason, Harry. On the night the Dark Lord Marked me, he ... did something to my mind. He performed magic on me that made me WANT the Mark. When he was finished with me, I wanted it so badly that I ... begged to serve him."
Harry saw that Draco's eyes were unprotected and frightened but he still felt a cold, disgusted rage rising up. "You begged Voldemort?" he whispered, glaring at Draco in the way a serpent would look at a mouse.
Draco swallowed convulsively. "I know. It's terrible and I regret it with all my heart. But you've got no idea of the powers that the Dark Lord possesses. He placed a vision in my mind - something he promised would come true if I served him faithfully. I b-believed him, Harry. I wanted it to come true so much that I begged..." Draco looked ashamed of himself. "It was all lies. I realised that, after a few weeks and then I felt so sick and betrayed and ashamed of myself but it was too late. I had nowhere to turn. You've got no idea what it's like when the Dark Lord manipulates your mind-"
As it happened, Harry knew EXACTLY what it was like. "I wouldn't be so sure of that, Draco," he interrupted softly. He recalled the false vision of Sirius being tortured, which Voldemort used to lure Harry to the Ministry of Magic and which had resulted in Sirius's death. Harry looked away as his eyes stung with tears. How could he blame Draco, whose folly had lead to the death of his beloved mother, when Harry's own belief in Voldemort's false visions had killed his beloved godfather? Something else tickled in the back of Harry's mind and he thought about the memories he'd seen and made connections. False visions, altered memories, dense fog in a room...
With a flash of intuition, Harry blinked back his tears and said, in a much stronger voice, "I've caught a glimpse of the vision Voldemort put in your head, haven't I? That four-poster bed with the hangings drawn?" He knew he'd guessed correctly when Draco's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. He'd never seen Draco look so openly impressed as he did now.
"How did you know?"
"Memories that have been tampered with look foggy and that bedroom was full of mist."
"Mist?" said Draco incredulously. "There wasn't any mist."
"There was," said Harry absently. He was thinking about Slughorn's altered memory of the young Voldemort asking about Horcruxes and the way the parts Slughorn had altered looked foggy. Perhaps, thought Harry, an altered memory looked perfectly normal to the one who owned it? That would explain why Slughorn had been willing to give such an obvious travesty of a memory to Dumbledore...
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Draco. "You've seen a changed memory before?"
"Yes," said Harry, but he didn't elaborate.
"I suppose you want to see what the Dark Lord put in my head now," said Draco miserably. He wasn't meeting Harry's eyes.
Snapping out of his reverie, Harry looked up at his lover. There was a sad, hopeless expression on Draco's face. Harry could see the Dark Mark, but it no longer made him angry. Suddenly, Harry wanted his mischievous, flirty rival back.
"It doesn't matter, Draco. I don't want to see how he tricked you. I've seen enough of that bastard's lies to last me a lifetime." Harry leaned over and gave Draco a gentle kiss. Draco looked surprised, then deeply thankful and kissed Harry back tenderly.
"Now where was I? I think I was about to throw you down on the bed and give your chest a good seeing to," teased Harry.
"Throw me down on the bed?" said Draco, with the trace of a sneer. Harry was glad to see he looked happier already. "You couldn't if you tried ... OH!" He broke off as Harry pushed him to the bed by his shoulders. "That's not fair, Potter!" he laughed, but his voice became a rapturous moan as Harry sank his mouth into the place where Draco's shoulders met his neck. This gave Harry all the confidence he needed to proceed. He had never touched another's person's naked chest before, but with Gryffindor bravado, he copied what Draco had done to him, and watched with delight, as Draco came undone. Draco's breaths were coming in sobbing gasps by the time Harry had kissed him from the top to the bottom of his Sectumsempra scar. Harry dipped his tongue experimentally into Draco's belly button and heard him wail, "Harry!"
Harry looked up. Draco's whole face was flushed pink, his hair clung darkly to his forehead and his expression was sweetly frantic. Harry grinned wickedly. "Good Slytherin. Say my name again!"
An angry look, that might have been Slytherin pride, came over Draco's face. "Damn you, Potter! For that, you can be the first one to..." Draco's hands darted out and pulled. "Lose your clothes!"
Harry yelped in alarm and tried to stop Draco, but it was too late. His pyjamas were already around his knees, and his hard cock bounced up against his stomach. Embarrassed, Harry covered himself with both hands and rolled back on the bed, but that only allowed Draco to pull his pyjamas off completely and throw them across the darkened room. Harry lay on the bed, swearing at Draco, curled up and blushing furiously.
"You're so shy, Harry. Such a modest boy," drawled Draco. He met Harry's eyes hungrily, and made sure he was watching before he pulled his own silky black boxer shorts down, without the slightest bit of self-consciousness, and tossed them after Harry's pyjamas.
Harry stared. He couldn't take his eyes off Draco's naked body.
Slowly, sensuously, Draco slid over to Harry. He rested a hand on Harry's knees and pushed his legs down, then he threw a leg over, and lay down on top of him, kissing him passionately on the mouth, rubbing their cocks smoothly together.
The feeling of all that sliding, naked flesh against him nearly drove Harry over the edge and it was all he could do to stop himself coming right there and then in Draco's arms. He thought hard about trolls and Umbridge (eurgh!) to settle himself. Draco lifted his head; his lips glistened from the kisses Harry had been showering on him. "Fuck me now, Harry!" he ordered.
Harry hesitated. He had only the sketchiest notions of how men made love to other men, but what he did know sounded painful. "You want to ... go inside of me?" he said tentatively, hoping desperately that Draco would say no.
He could see that Draco knew he was innocent as well. "Don't look so terrified," Draco grumbled. "I can bottom if you'd prefer. I know I'D prefer it, this time."
"Bottom?" queried Harry.
"It means you put your cock inside ME, Harry," Draco explained with a smirk. He looked thoughtfully at Harry and a strange, almost vulnerable expression came over his face. "I haven't bottomed before, so this will be a first time for both of us," he admitted.
Harry spluttered. "You were LYING about shagging those boys! I KNEW it!" he yelled.
"Not at all," said Draco angrily. "I've only ever topped before. I put my cock in them, Harry, not the other way around."
Harry recalled the conversation he'd had with Draco about his pyjamas, and Draco's inexplicable (at the time) laughter. "I see why you laughed at me when I offered you the tops or bottoms of my pyjamas," he said ruefully.
"Now you get it!" smirked Draco. Then his face became sober. "Lie down, Harry."
"Why...?"
"If I'm bottoming, I'm controlling it," said Draco firmly. He took a deep breath and his face became hesitant. "You could really hurt me, Harry. I'm putting a great deal of trust in you."
Harry looked at Draco and felt strangely protective. Reaching out, Harry stroked his hands soothingly down the sides of Draco's body, feeling the corrugations of his ribs. He was far too thin and Harry felt a pang in his chest. "You can trust me, Draco. I won't hurt you." Some little devil inside Harry compelled him to add, "But you're still going to come first screaming my name."
"No, Harry. You're going to come first screaming MY name," corrected Draco, who was smiling. He pointed his wand at his groin and aimed a silent, silvery spell at himself. Then he shuddered all over.
"What was that?" asked Harry, his voice laced with concern.
"A preparation spell that that Durmstrang boy taught me," said Draco through gritted teeth. "Oh Merlin! I've never done that before. That feels weird." He jiggled his hips.
"What sort of preparation?"
"You are so innocent, Harry!" Draco sighed when Harry frowned and explained: "The spell stretches me out and lubricates me." His eyes were wide and his face flushed and damp. "Are you ready, Harry?"
Harry couldn't speak. He nodded instead.
Draco straddled Harry. "Don't move until I tell you it's safe, Harry," he ordered. He looked anxious and bit his lip. Then he reached down and grabbed Harry's cock, directed it upwards and sat slowly down on it. Harry moaned as Draco touched him, then groaned loudly as he felt the head of his cock breach Draco's tight entrance. Draco gave a matching groan and screwed up his eyes. Harry forced himself not to move as Draco pushed himself down, and Harry felt his cock slide up into Draco's hot, tight body.
Making fists of his hands in the blanket, Harry watched in utter desire. Draco's lips were parted, his head thrown back and he had never looked so vulnerable or utterly delectable. His toned, ivory-pale body glistened with sweat. As he took Harry inside completely, he cried out.
"Are ... you all right?" Harry gasped. Every muscle in his body was screaming for permission to thrust into that welcoming tightness but he forced himself to remain still.
Draco bent his head back down and opened his eyes. He was trembling so hard Harry could feel it through his cock. "You're long, Harry. And WIDE," he choked out and looked pained.
"Do you want to stop?" Stopping was the last thing Harry wanted to do, but he knew if Draco asked him, he would stop immediately. He knew if Draco asked him ANYTHING right now, he'd do it.
"No, give me ... a moment," said Draco. He was panting uncontrollably. Finally he moved his hips and Harry felt his cock slide out a little, then back in, even deeper. "Now!"
"Draco!" Harry cried out. Draco gave him a tiny smile and started to move in earnest, lifting and lowering himself on Harry's cock. Harry could see as well as feel himself plunging in and out of Draco and the sight drove him mad. He pumped his hips into Draco, feeling Draco's hands stroking over his chest.
"Harry!" Draco shouted, with his head thrown back. His untouched, bobbing cock was weeping precum. Every part of his body was as tight and taut as a drum, each muscle outlined. Harry could feel his own orgasm building and then it struck. Harry was never quite sure who came first. He saw glistening white jets pump out of Draco's cock, once, twice, three times, and felt him clench tightly, just at the moment he closed his eyes and poured himself inside Draco. He was only vaguely aware of shouting out Draco's name, just as Draco was shouting his.
When Harry got his breath back, he opened his eyes. Draco's full weight was lying top of him and his face was buried in Harry's neck. He stroked Draco's back and felt him stir and roll off him and snuggle up to his side.
"I think that was a tie," murmured Harry.
Draco raised his head and gave Harry a wobbly grin. "If it's a tie, why do I feel like I've won?"
Harry laughed and kissed him. They were both lying in a sticky wet patch. Draco reached for his wand. "Scourgify!" he said, pointing his wand at the wet patch and it disappeared. "Come on, Harry. Bathroom. Let's go and clean ourselves up."
A few minutes later - feeling much fresher - Harry pulled back the blankets and climbed into bed. Draco followed him and wrapped his arms around him as if the few minutes they had spent in the bathroom had been a painful separation. Harry laughed and gave Draco a kiss, then feasted his eyes on him. The Slytherin had never looked more tousled or cute, and his grey eyes were soft. "You are beautiful," said Harry softly.
Draco's hand stroked Harry's hair. "So are you," he said. He smiled. "I like seeing you like this. I've never seen you look more relaxed. Well, not since the Wizengamot."
"I wasn't relaxed at the Wizengamot!"
"You looked it," said Draco. "You had a sort of twinkling look in your eye. A bit like Professor Dumbledore," he added guiltily.
"I was thinking of him during the trial. He stood up for me against the Wizengamot once, and I wanted to be just like him, for you," said Harry. He looked at the ceiling, thought of Dumbledore and expected to feel sad, but for the first time since Dumbledore's murder, the thought of him only brought happiness, not sadness. Harry gave a sigh and wriggled even closer to Draco, "I can't believe how mellow I am right now. You could practice Legilimency on me and I'd just smile-"
Draco's lips tweaked up at the corners. "Is that a challenge? All right. Grab your wand, Harry."
It hadn't been a challenge, but Harry picked up his wand from the bedside table anyway. However, his mind wasn't empty. He was thinking of Dumbledore - his twinkling eyes, his wisdom and calming demeanour. Occlumens, he thought. A moment later, he felt Draco trying to break into his mind. But this time - for the first time ever - Harry's mental defences held. Outside, Harry could feel Draco's ferocious mental attack but inside Harry was as peaceful as the stars he could see through the round window. The thought of Dumbledore was in his head, and a certain silvery-blond Slytherin, who looked good enough to eat, lay in his arms. Gone was the rage that usually rose up and ruined Harry's Occlumency.
"Harry...?" said Draco uncertainly. Then, as the seconds ticked on, his grey eyes widened. "You're doing it, Harry! You're actually doing it! You're keeping me out!"
"I know!" beamed Harry. Draco's attack grew weaker as the seconds ticked on, but Harry could feel his defences strengthening, as his confidence that his mind was impregnable grew. He could feel the smile spreading over his face. "I can do Occlumency! I can do it, Draco!" he shouted. He felt the Legilimency attack cease and suddenly they were both laughing with joy, embracing and kissing.
"Of course, it was my superior teaching skills that made all the difference!" boasted Draco, the moment his lips left Harry's.
A day before, this attempt to take all the credit would have made Harry furious, but now he only found it funny. More than that - he found it instructive. In his unusually calm and relaxed state, it occurred to Harry that Draco's constant boasting hid a mass of insecurity. Realising this, Harry was more than willing to play along, if it made Draco happy.
"Of course they did. Thank you, Draco," he said tenderly. Draco's eyes glowed with adoration and something seemed to explode in Harry's chest and make words fly out of his mouth before his brain and tongue could catch up.
"Wangooutwime?"
"Excuse me?" asked Draco, in confusion.
Harry took a deep, nervous breath and felt his cheeks burn. "Do you want to go out with me?" he managed, more clearly this time.
Draco gaped at him and blushed as well. "You're asking me out?" he said slowly.
Harry felt alarmed. It occurred to him that Draco was going to refuse. "Uh, y-yes," he stuttered.
"You want me to be your boyfriend?" persisted Draco.
Harry nodded, his face now brick red.
Draco looked at Harry in amazement. "You are so gorgeous," he said, as if he could hardly believe his eyes or his ears. "Yes, I would be honoured to be your boyfriend, Harry James Potter." He leaned forward and kissed Harry full on the mouth.
They snogged gently for some time, but the pace slowed down and Harry saw Draco's eyelids sliding lower and lower. Harry kissed him on the forehead. "I've worn you out," he teased gently.
"Never, Harry," said Draco, with a sleepy attempt at cheekiness. He sighed. "It's just I've had a busy day." A smile crept over his face. "I can't say I enjoyed the morning very much, but my day's been getting better and better since then..." He hugged Harry, reluctantly let go and slid to his side of the bed. "'Night, Harry! And thanks for saving my life..." he said, trailing his fingers one more time through Harry's hair.
"Thanks for saving mine. Good night, Draco," said Harry, reaching up and giving Draco's hand a squeeze. Draco smiled sleepily and closed his eyes, leaving his hand in Harry's. Harry reached out with his free hand and dropped his glasses and wand on the bedside table. But as he settled himself at Draco's side, and tried to sleep, Harry was aware there was something missing, some unknown absence that was keeping him awake. He listened but he could only make out Draco's soft, slowing breathing and the faint sound of the wind through the eaves. It's so quiet, thought Harry. That's what the problem is. I'm used to having Ron snoring nearby. Sure Ron snores loud enough to wake the dead, but I've had years and years to get used to the noise. How can I sleep when it's so quiet?
But suddenly the attic bedroom ceased to be quiet. Harry turned his head. Draco looked peaceful and almost angelic in the firelight, but his mouth hung open and he gave another tremendous snore. Harry bit his lip to stop himself laughing out loud. It was such a simple, unexpectedly human thing for Draco to be doing. Who would have thought such a sleek, well-bred blond could make a noise like a tractor starting up when he slept?
Even as he listened and tried not to laugh, Harry could feel Draco's snores lulling him to sleep.
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Harry was lost. He was standing in a corridor lit with torches, just like the lowest floor of the Ministry of Magic, but the walls shone rough, and wet, like a sewer. His wand was in his hand, and he could see Draco struggling in the arms of Barnes.
"There's been a mistake, Potter. You weren't meant to keep the Death Eater. The Ministry's taking him back and he's going to die in Azkaban," snarled Barnes. Harry could see the scarring on his head, where the werewolf Fenrir Greyback had chewed off his ears.
"You're not taking him!" roared Harry. The repercussions of shooting the Chief Auror were far from Harry's mind. He fired curse after curse at Barnes, who shuddered, grew taller and paler, and suddenly Draco was struggling in the long, spidery hands of Voldemort, whose high-pitched voice tore at Harry's ears.
"Were you foolish enough to think I'd let him go, Harry? He wears my Dark Mark in his flesh! He'll always be mine!"
Harry staggered. Voldemort had Cursed him.
"No!" Draco cried out in horror. He struck backwards with both of his elbows, hit Voldemort's stomach and made him double over, and release him. Draco ran forward and flung his arms around Harry.
Feeling himself grow instantly hard at Draco's touch, Harry hugged him back joyfully, but when he looked up, a split second later, Voldemort had vanished. Harry pushed Draco to one side and wheeled around, wand at the ready, trying to catch sight of Voldemort, but the corridor was empty. Yet Voldemort was close by; Harry could sense his oppressive presence all around, filling the corridor like mist. Harry's skin crawled.
A strange feeling went through Harry's scar and he heard a high-pitched, cold, cruel laugh. He wheeled around again, looking everywhere and he could see Draco doing the same, but he could not see Voldemort.
"Where are you?" Harry shouted.
"Don't you know, Harry? Don't you know where I am? I'm close, Harry. So close!" Voldemort's laugh echoed in the corridor and Harry felt the strange sensation along his scar again. It wasn't like the normal stab of pain he got from his scar. This sensation was warm, gentle and almost pleasant...
"Show yourself, Voldemort!" Harry cried out. The corridor was growing dark.
"You're dreaming, Harry," came Draco's voice, apparently from a great distance.
Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on his back and there was a warm, soft body against him. Everything was blurry but Harry thought he could see a pale face hovering above his own. He felt the warm sensation in his scar again and quickly reached out an arm to pick up his glasses and jam them on his face. Now he could see that Draco was lying by his side, looking sleepy and concerned. Harry saw his arm move and felt a tingle in his forehead. Draco was stroking his scar.
"The Dark Lord isn't here. You were having a nightmare," said Draco softly. His shoulders were pale and bare in the grey dawn light filling the room.
It took a moment for reality to sink in. Voldemort wasn't nearby but a nude Draco definitely was. The memory of last night came back with a rush. Harry realised that he must be looking astonished, for Draco's look of concern became one of nervous amusement. "Yes, we did shag last night! And you did ask me to be your boyfriend, Harry." Draco bit his lip nervously. "Not having second thoughts already, are you?"
Harry sat up. He remembered drinking Firewhiskey. SO much Firewhiskey. Shouldn't he be feeling hung over? But he didn't feel the slightest bit ill, though he felt very thirsty. Had last night really happened? He realised Draco was silently offering him a glass of water. "I took the liberty of using a Hang Over Charm on you before you woke up," said Draco.
"Thanks," said Harry automatically, took the glass and drained it within seconds. The water seemed to flow straight into his head and clear his mind. The lingering fear from the dream faded. He became aware of Draco, looking downcast nearby and gave him a sleepy, encouraging smile. "Sorry. I'm awful in the mornings, boyfriend. I haven't even said a proper good morning to you yet..." Harry leaned forward to kiss Draco and Draco leaned forward too, but Harry suddenly stopped himself. "Uh oh, I've got morning breath. I'd better go brush my teeth."
"There's a spell for morning breath. I've already treated myself," said Draco. He pointed his wand at Harry's mouth. "Manemedicor!"
Harry smacked his lips. The fuzz had disappeared from his tongue and his mouth felt clean and fresh. He grinned and as a thank you, he placed a gentle, lingering kiss on Draco's mouth. Draco kissed him back passionately and held him tightly. Then Harry lay back down and Draco snuggled up, and resumed stroking Harry's scar.
"Like my scar, do you?"
"Not at all," said Draco with a sleepy, thoughtless honesty that made Harry frown. "I woke up an hour ago and I've been watching you sleep, Harry. This is the first chance I've ever had to really look at your scar up close. I never realised how strange it is." Harry could feel Draco touching and pulling gently on the skin of his forehead. "Most scars, they're on the skin and they move around when you touch them. But your scar stays put. It's like ... an object ... buried in your forehead ... right through the skin and bone." Harry felt Draco give a visceral shudder and run his finger down the scar again. "It's horrible. It hasn't faded in the slightest, even after all these years."
Harry wasn't comfortable about this conversation at all. "It's not a normal scar, everyone knows that," he said, a bit sharper than he'd intended. "Voldemort hit me with the Avada Kedavra curse when I was a baby, and it rebounded on him and gave me this scar. It's a remnant of the curse that failed. That's what Dumbledore said."
Draco shuddered at Voldemort's name, but then he gave Harry a look. "Dumbledore was wrong," he said firmly. There was a strange, serious expression on his face.
Harry rubbed his eyes. It was too early in the morning for this. "What do you mean?" he muttered.
Draco's grey eyes were haunted. "It can't have been Avada Kedavra, or if it was, it was twinned with another curse. Avada Kedavra doesn't scar," he said and shuddered, "Oh Merlin, I saw it, Harry. I saw the other Death Eaters using it on Muggles. I'll never forget it as long as I live. One moment all those people were alive, the next moment they were dead and there wasn't a mark on them. Mother didn't have a mark on her..." He broke off. Harry could feel him shivering and wrapped an arm around him. But Draco rallied himself, and said forcefully. "Avada Kedavra doesn't scar. That's its trademark. Some powerful curse gave you this scar, Harry, but it can't have been Avada Kedavra." He looked at the scar and Harry could see his lip curling and his eyes filling up with loathing in a familiar, horrible way. "There's something wrong with that scar. It's revolting. I hate it! I hate it!" Draco spat vehemently.
Harry sat up so abruptly he felt a surge of dizziness. "That's ENOUGH, Draco!" he said. All his misgivings were coming back. "What's gotten into you? First you're all over me, then you're telling me you hate me."
"No, Harry, I LOVE you, I just hate your scar," said Draco passionately.
"I know that you ... WHAT?"
Draco's eyes softened and he gave a nervous smirk. Harry wondered if he'd meant to say what he'd just said aloud. But the Slytherin rallied admirably. "You're deaf in the mornings too. Didn't you hear what I just said? I said - I love you, Harry."
Harry stared in wide-eyed astonishment. "You love me?"
"I do," said Draco.
Harry's jaw worked soundlessly up and down. "No you don't," he said in a shaky, childish tone.
With a frustrated roll of his eyes, Draco insisted: "Yes I DO, Harry. I've spent the last hour just lying here looking at you and deciding how I feel, and I love you. I'd die for you. I nearly DID die for you two days ago-"
"You don't love me," said Harry angrily. Then his voice became hesitant. "You can't."
"Not used to it, are you?" said Draco, and the forcefulness in his voice was brutal. "You're not used to having anyone say they love you? I saw your Muggle family in your mind, Harry. I bet they never told you they loved you."
Harry pulled away from Draco. "They hated me, and I hated them. Of course they never told me they loved me." Harry snarled, then heard himself add, "What's there to love?"
"Blimey, Harry, I want to kill those Muggles!" shouted Draco and grabbed Harry's face in both hands. "You want a LIST of reasons why I love you? Okay! First of all, you're the bravest and most resourceful person I've ever met. I love the way you're never short of a smart reply. Nothing ever shuts you up. Doesn't matter if it's Ministry Aurors, the Dark Lord, or being in chains, you're not intimidated by anything. You were the best school rival I could have hoped for. But you're even better as a friend and a lover!"
Harry could feel a hot, embarrassed blush creeping over his face. He wanted to correct Draco by pointing out that he felt very intimated now, but he couldn't get his lips to move.
Without pausing for breath, Draco went on. "Next, you've got the biggest, most forgiving, most loving heart I've ever seen. You hated me at school and I thought you'd kill me when I gave you your wand back. You had every reason! But you escaped with me and then you defended me at the Wizengamot, took me in and made me breakfast, gave me your bed, made love to me ... " He looked at Harry adoringly. "I never understood before, why you hung out with social rejects, losers, half-breeds, blood traitors and Mudbloods-" Draco must have seen Harry's expression turn thunderous, because he quickly added. "But now I understand because ex-Death Eaters are worse! Social death! You'll never be let into wizarding society again because of me."
"Luckily, I never wanted anything to do with wizarding society anyway," said Harry. He was puzzled that Draco was saying words like 'Mudblood' without clutching at his throat. What had happened to the Vow? Then Harry felt a rush of gladness that the Vow wasn't making its presence known.
Draco went on quickly. "Next, I love your eyes. You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, Harry. I want say something poetic about them, like the way they look like the sun shining through leaves-"
"Oh, please don't!" laughed Harry. He leaned forward and gave Draco a kiss. He felt Draco's cock twitch against his leg, and felt his own cock give an answering twitch.
"But do you know what else I love about you?" asked Draco, sitting back with a mischievous smirk on his face.
Harry shook his head and Draco reached down and wrapped his hand around Harry's hardening cock. "This!" purred Draco triumphantly, looking deep into Harry's eyes. He squeezed and rubbed his hand up Harry's length and Harry groaned. "I wonder what it tastes like...?" purred Draco, letting his voice trail off seductively.
Harry couldn't speak. Draco pushed down the blankets until they were around their ankles, climbed on top of Harry and kissed a burning path down his chest and stomach. Then he lifted Harry's cock, licked the plump head and looked into Harry's eyes, wordlessly asking for permission to go further. Harry nodded fractionally, then arched and moaned as Draco's hot mouth engulfed his cock right down to his balls. Nothing had ever felt so good. He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out Draco's name, running his hands through Draco's silky hair.
Draco took his time. With hard sucking, and long, slow licks, he drove Harry to the edge, until Harry was moaning endearments and panting desperately. Harry felt his balls tighten and he knew he was about to come. He opened his eyes so he could watch his lover, but saw, to his horror, that he and Draco were no longer alone.
Ron Weasley was standing by the open door.
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Replies to Reviews: Forty-nine reviews since the last update. Thanks so much everyone! I'm completely blown away! ;-0
Bishou: Merry Xmas and Happy New Year to you too! Do I deserve a murder threat for this chapter too? ;-) Shou: Oh yes, Harry will be crossing that Virginity Line with no trouble at all now. Lily Elizabeth Snape: Thanks! Sorry it took so long to write this chapter. Nekokonneko: Yes, the sex void needed to be filled. Can you really see Harry as a submissive? Even when he doesn't know stuff, he just sort of makes it up. ;-) Lisa: Thanks! Yeah, it didn't make sense, but Draco was trying to get on Harry's nerves! ;-) Ari Maxwell00909: Thanks, I'm trying to keep them both in character, even now. It's hard! Mmm, cookie! ;-) twitchi: Ch.16: Thanks! Do you really think Harry will remain a mental virgin? ;-) Ch.15: Heh, heh! Denial of shagging. It should be a crime! ;-) Ch.14: I make the characters alive? Thank you:-) Ch.13: Thanks! I'm glad you like my writing:-) Ch.12: Draco would look great in jeans. Though, let's face it, he has literally nothing else to wear. Ch.11: Did you notice Draco's Dark Mark wasn't visible? It clearly has to come and go, otherwise the Ministry would only need to check people's arms and they'd have a sure-fire way of catching Death Eaters. Ch.10: Heh. Ch.9: Thanks for being dragged into the story! Ch.8: It WOULD be boring if Draco became obedient in the end. How scary would that be? Yes, and Umbridge and Barnes belong together. Ch.7: Harry really shouldn't have agreed to that Vow. Not that he was given a choice about it. Politics...bah! You're welcome to stab Umbridge with your kitchen knife - what I leave of her! Bwahahahaha! Ch.6: Thanks for saying Umbridge is in character. It's funny but no matter how nasty I make her, she's still in character. ;-) I see you did write more, and for that I'm grateful. Ch.5: Thanks for the Fav. Ch.4: I don't like Barnes either! Ch.2: The best post HBP you've read? Thank you very much! Though I'd love to know how many you've read. ;-) MNP: Yeah, Draco found his way into Harry's pants. Harry was easy! ;-) darkend-angelz-wingz: Thanks! I hope your Internet is up and running. musicalsilence: One of the best slash fics ever? Thank you so much. Potter's Wifey: Thank you. Lauren-The-Fairyxx: Glad my fanfic kept you reading! Thank you! Stefania Mo: LOL! If you'd found it earlier, there wouldn't have been any slashy bits! Oh no! ;-) miME-chan: Thanks! Sorry about the long wait between updates. wizli: Thank you for your lovely review! Yes, I think wanton!Harry may appear in time. ;-) I agree that Harry and Draco enjoy being challenged by each other (though they'd never admit it) and I love reading their dialog in the canon. I'll be very disappointed if they don't end up on the same side in Book 7. Yes, I think Ron will catch the meaning of Harry being able to pass through the Virginity Line after what he's just seen. ;-) death by storm: Thanks! I love your screen name. Anon: Thanks! We'll soon find out who Draco's writing to. I know what you mean about unhappy endings and Draco/Harry slash. I just read a fanfic called Dark Side of Light by Maya. It was very good but it was so unhappy that it transcended the 'Angst' category and went straight to 'Dementor' category - where fics reside that suck your soul out of your eyes, in the form of tears. Wow! I think I need therapy now! ;-) Yellowwolf: Thanks! Yes, Draco had been planning to get Harry drunk and have his wicked way with him. Harry found out from Draco's memories that he does this quite a lot! ;-) Crowley Black: I'll miss oblivious Harry too. I missed the evil laughter I made while writing him. Bwahahaha! ;-) gbheart: Thanks for reviewing. Shame Ness2: Thanks! Sorry about the wait! hunter54: Thanks! Yes, Kung Pow ruined me for 'The Chosen One'. I keep expecting Harry to stick his tongue out and have it wink an eye. GreenEyedCatDragon: I think sobering up Harry had a really good time. :-) Queen Vampiress: Double beds are much more fun! Hermione's always the voice of reason, so I made Ron the voice of...no reason whatever...anti-reason. Something like that! Black Padfoot: Thanks so much. NATWEST: They've talked their way through their problems, so they can now shag like bunnies. Firewhiskey helped. Thanks for the review! The Earth Mystic: They didn't get interrupted. We'll find out how Ron will act very early on in the next chapter. Heh, heh! Thanks for your review! ProperT: Harry is indeed a big, shaggy thing now. ;-) HecateDeMort: Thank you! Kit turned Mighty: Thanks for the lovely review! You're welcome about the Snogging Legilimency. DNAngelhun: Thanks! A little plot did sneak into the porn in this chapter. Not too much, though! ;-) emeraud.silver: Draco was naughty, and I can't see that stopping soon! T.Felton: Glad you liked, 'You wish!' Must sneak more Rowling dialog in. ;-) MayuBlack: Harry has no complaints, lol! You're sort of on the right track about what Draco saw. NinjaoftheDarkness: Thanks, sorry about the update delay.