Disclaimer: Everything recogniseable belongs to J.K. Rowling... The rest is from my own imagination.
"Mayhew, get in my office now!" Robards shouted urgently from the end of the Department.
Harry stuck his head round the side of his cubicle, narrowly missing having it knocked off by Mayhew as he hurried past. Ron was peering out of his own cubicle, and he and Harry stared at each other. Aidan Mayhew was heading the back-up team made up of him, Harry, Ron and Tonks for a particularly dangerous surveillance mission. They had been on high alert all week, and it appeared that they were going to be needed.
"Weasley, Potter! Get over here!" they heard Mayhew shout from outside Robards' office.
"Come on, boys, move it!" Tonks had just appeared outside their cubicles looking worried.
"Dickens has been caught," said Mayhew when they gathered in the small office. "He confirmed our suspicions about Dempewolfe, and his involvement with the Dark Arts and Muggles just last night. Dempewolfe had his Muggle idiots follow Dickens, and they captured him this morning. We need to get him out of there."
"Two Hit Wizards will be joining your team, Donahue and Grant, to clear the area. Dempewolfe is a nasty piece of work, and I don't want you lot in more trouble than you need to be," Robards said to them.
Four red folders flew off his desk and into their hands.
"Those are Dickens' reports so far. I want you out of here in twenty minutes, if not sooner. Take ten minutes to read through these, and clear up your desks. Meet in the equipment room as soon as you're ready."
Harry was already packed, suited up in his black leather cloak that had extra Concealment Charms placed upon it, and was lacing up his boots when Ron rushed through the door apologising profusely as he grabbed his own clothes.
"Come on, you two, we're leaving in one minute," Tonks said, turning to leave. Her hair was long and black, and icy blue eyes flashed from within her face.
Ron hurriedly pulled on his boots and threw his cloak over his shoulders, and he and Harry hurried after Tonks to the Portkey that would transport them to Germany.
"Where the hell were you?" Harry hissed.
"I had to tell Hermione I was leaving or else my balls would have been on the chopping block immediately upon my return," Ron whispered back.
"Fuck!" Harry smacked himself on the forehead. He'd forgotten to tell Draco!
Ron seemed to read his mind. "There's no time, mate. He'll understand; don't worry."
"Glad you can be so sure," Harry grumbled as he placed his finger on the empty beans can. He grimaced as he felt the familiar pull behind his navel, and they were gone.
Draco stood outside Harry's apartment door in frustration. He'd knocked several times, but it appeared that no one was at home. Something very strange was going on. He and Harry had agreed to meet for lunch at the pub, but Harry hadn't shown up, and when he'd checked at the Auror headquarters, he had been informed that 'Mr Potter is unavailable,' as was Mr Weasley. He'd gone to the apartment during lunch to see if they were at home, but there was no answer.
Bugger!
Upon returning to his office, he'd sent a very colourfully worded letter to Hermione Granger, asking her if she knew anything.
Draco,
Harry and Ron are currently on a
mission. They left this morning at ten o' clock, and I don't
actually know when they'll be back. Are you sure you didn't get a
note from Harry?
Draco checked his office thoroughly for discarded notes and found none.
If you did, then all of this can be forgotten; if not, I can't really explain what happened, but I think it safe to assume he didn't have time during his preparations.
Hermione Granger
P.S. In the future I ask that you please contain your violent language, or you'll be eating soup through a very small straw for a week.
"Bitch," he'd muttered furiously. But he knew full well that her threats were genuine; he didn't trust the angry Hermione, not since their third year at Hogwarts. He groaned and crumpled her note in his fist. How did Ron have time to give Hermione his news, and Harry didn't? He and Ron were joined at the hip most of the time, and surely Harry had seen Ron send a note to his fiancée. Banging his fist on the desk, Draco swore loudly. He thought he meant more to Harry than that; he certainly wouldn't have forgotten Harry! He went into his lab and miserably began pulling ingredients down from his store cupboards.
"Alright, team, Donahue has just moved in on Dempewolfe. Grant has us covered from behind. Potter, take left, Weasley, you take right. Tonks, are you doing okay, mate?"
Mayhew's voice magically echoed in each of their ears as they surrounded the building in which Dickens was held captive.
"Yes, I can see the Muggles. Dickens is between them. He looks pretty beat up, guys," Tonks replied.
"We'll worry about that once we get him out."
Harry was in the zone. Every particle of his being was focused completely on what was going on around him. They hadn't slept in two days, but the rush of adrenaline in his bloodstream kept him alert. They were so close to their target…
Since Draco had gotten the news of Harry's departure, he'd been checking at the apartment for any sign of return. He felt like a stalker, but the burning need to ream Harry Potter a new arsehole was overwhelming. However, he'd decided to give up checking if they weren't back by the fourth day. He'd spent restless night after restless night at the Manor, not only incredibly angry and hurt, but very worried that either Harry or Ron could end up in the same state as Zak Sacco.
Draco dressed in his best black and silver patterned robes and stepped into his shoes. He went to the mirror and brushed his sleek blond hair back off his face. He looked terrible, but he had to go. It would at least save him from over-thinking things about Harry. Besides, it was his birthday; he might as well try to enjoy the liquor his father would undoubtedly supply before, during and after dinner, if nothing else. He cast a last glance at his reflection and padded heavily down the stairs to his fireplace.
"Villa Malfoy," he grumbled, disappearing into the emerald flames. He had barely stepped out into the drawing room when someone very small hurtled into his arms, squealing a "happy birthday". He looked down in surprise to see one of his long-time friends from Beauxbatons, Estelle de Chassole. He hugged her back and noticed with a sinking feeling that her parents were also present, standing next to his, beaming at them. Arse!
Both the de Chassoles and the Malfoys had convinced themselves that Draco and Estelle would make a magnificent couple and chose to assail them with suggestive remarks concerning their wedding at nearly every opportunity. At times like these, Draco and Estelle chose to play along rather than make a scene. Though Estelle knew that he was gay, and though their families had been friends for ages, she'd never betrayed his trust, and it remained a secret. Estelle looked up at him and winked. He grinned down at her. Perhaps the night wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Okay, Potter, that's thumbs up from Grant. Weasley, have you got him covered?"
"Yes, sir."
Harry held his wand aloft under his Invisibility Cloak and moved forward into the room where Dickens was being held. His shoes made no noise on the dusty floor as he crept up behind the guards, his mind aware of Ron right behind him, ready to cast Stunning Spells if he needed to, so that Harry could grab Dickens and get out quickly. He hoped Ron wouldn't need to. Donahue and Grant had it under control, but mistakes could happen in split seconds.
"Ready, Potter?"
"Ready."
"Now."
"Bye, Estelle, it was really great to see you again," Draco said, hugging his friend goodbye.
"You too, Draco," she whispered. "And whatever it is that's bothering you, I hope it works out."
He smiled at her and then shook hands with her parents, and he and Narcissa waited until they had Disapparated before going back in the house.
Dinner had been unusually tense that night, despite the amount of wine Draco had consumed. Mrs de Chassole and his mother had gone on and on about weddings and how lovely it would be for there to be a big, beautiful wedding between the children. Draco, who was usually quite fond of making whispered jokes to Estelle when their mothers got together, found himself thinking only of Harry. He was worried about him, and he was worried that their relationship might not even be a relationship anymore, which depressed him further. When Estelle questioned him, he merely shrugged his shoulders and pushed his food around on his plate. He just wanted to go home and crack open his new bottle of Ogdens Old Firewhisky and get pissed.
"Oh, Draco, I wish you would just consider taking Estelle out. She's such a lovely girl, and she comes from a respectable family that we've known for years. Just what exactly is wrong with her?" his mother said exasperatedly as they went back into the drawing room.
Draco lost his temper. Fuelled by hurt and alcohol, the truth seeped out to the surface.
"For Merlin's sake, Mother," he said through gritted teeth, "I don't bloody fancy girls, alright?"
She sighed. "Well, you're not getting any younger, darling, and I don't know how much your father and I can help with finding you a girl as nice as Estelle."
"No, Mother, perhaps I haven't made myself clear. I don't fancy girls, period. I'm a shirt-lifting, pillow-biting homosexual."
"Oh, dear." Narcissa fell into the nearest chair the colour draining from her face. A moment of seemingly impenetrable silence hung between them.
"Darling, can you get me the brandy?"
Draco sighed and made his way to the drinks tray in the corner and picked up a glass.
"No, dear, just bring the decanter."
Draco handed it to her and sat down next to her, watching as she gulped steadily. She turned to him, her breathing slightly laboured.
"So, how long have you known?" she whispered.
"For quite some time, actually."
"I knew we shouldn't have let you go to Beauxbatons!" Narcissa wailed.
"No, Mother. I've known since Hogwarts."
"And, do you, er, have any --"
"Cissy, darling, have you seen my copy of Deadly Sins anywhere?" Lucius swept into the room to see his wife, white and shaking, downing the decanter of brandy as if the world had run out and their son looking at her wearily. "Draco, what has happened to your mother?"
"She's in a bit of a shock, Father," Draco replied.
Lucius raised an eyebrow. Very few things caused this kind of reaction from his wife. "Continue, please."
Narcissa took another large gulp of brandy. Lucius took it out of her hands and pulled her up.
"Perhaps you should go and have a nice warm bath, darling."
"Yes, perhaps." She walked quite unsteadily out of the room.
Draco stood up and went to the fireplace, not eager to prolong his visit. "I told her the real reason that I won't be thinking about marriage to Estelle, or anyone else for that matter."
"And that reason is?"
"I prefer men, Father. I'm gay." Draco picked up a handful of Floo Powder from the urn and stood in the fireplace. "Tell Mother I send my love."
Draco shouted his address and was gone once more in a whirl of green flames.
Harry, Ron, Tonks, Mayhew, Donahue and Grant sat at a table in a German pub, huge tankards of beer clutched in their hands, all grinning widely.
"Congratulations, team!" Mayhew said joyfully. "And a special merit to our newbies, Ron and Harry, for their admirable contribution to the mission, their bravery and their control. Not many first-timers are quite so adept in the field as you two are. I hope this is the first of many. Cheers, you lot, for a job well done!"
Harry and Ron beamed.
On Friday evening, Draco stepped off the lift at Harry's complex and walked down the corridor to his apartment. He knocked sharply on the door. If no one was home, it would be the last time he came back. He was finished after this. Leaning close to the door, he thought he heard music coming from inside. He stepped back and looked under the door to see a light coming from within the apartment. Draco's eyes narrowed and knocked heavily once again. The door swung open, and Harry stood before him wearing nothing but a blue towel around his waist. Their eyes locked for two abnormally long seconds.
"Nah!" Draco spun on his heel and turned to leave.
Oh crap… Harry held onto his towel and went after him. He'd just been about to owl Draco to ask if it would be alright to meet up, so he could apologise.
"Draco, wait!"
"No, Potter. I'm finished."
Harry caught up, despite the constriction from his towel, and grabbed Draco's shoulder, spinning him around.
Draco rounded on him.
"Where the bloody fuck have you been?" he screamed.
"Draco…!"
"Y'know what? I don't fucking want to know!"
"But --"
"You could have at least have had the common decency to tell me you were leaving. I don't care about details, but for fuck's sake, Harry!"
"Draco…!"
"You could have been hurt! You could have been…!"
The words echoed in the hallway. Killed, I know, Harry thought.
A door opened to his left.
"Are you alright, dears?" Mrs Timms had poked her head out of her apartment and was looking at the two of them with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
"Everything's fine," Harry snapped.
"No, it's bloody not," Draco hissed.
Harry sighed in resignation, his head bowed; he was close enough to Draco to feel the heat coming from his body. They stood for a few moments, breathing heavily.
"Look, I'm sorry. There wasn't much time to think when we got the order to leave, and I didn't want to risk sending an owl just in case we were being watched." He shrugged. "I'm sorry, Draco. I really am, but I guess I didn't really think you'd feel this way. I'm sorry, okay?"
"Well, I do." Draco chuckled quietly as Harry's quizzical eyes met his.
"Because, you stupid idiot," he paused, curling his lip at Harry's confused expression, "because I love you, alright?"
Harry's entire body melted; he was shocked that Draco wasn't siphoning him off the floor. He loves me!
With a jolt to his stomach, he noticed that he was becoming hard and that his towel was beginning to slip. He grabbed it and Draco and pulled him down the corridor into the apartment. He closed the door behind them and pushed Draco up against the door.
"Good," he whispered, delighting in the slight shudder from Draco, "because I love you too, alright?"
The towel fell around his feet as Harry pressed himself against Draco, and he melded their mouths together in a searing kiss. Draco could feel the fluttering in his belly as he devoured the sensation of Harry's tongue plundering the inside of his mouth, sweeping languidly across his own tongue.
Harry pushed Draco's chin up and began to kiss his throat and along his jaw, listening happily to Draco's hums of pleasure as he dropped kisses back down the column of his neck, his tongue darting out to taste the skin in the depression above Draco's breastbone. Harry pulled Draco's head down, bringing their lips together once again. Draco's fingers of one hand were in his hair, while the other gripped him tight around the waist, pulling Harry's hips towards his. Harry groaned low in his throat, feeling the hard outline of Draco's arousal pressed into him. He reached in between their bodies and pulled at the tab of Draco's belt, releasing it from the buckle. Dropping to his knees, he undid the button on Draco's pants and unzipped them; the bulge that appeared before him made his mouth water. He scraped his teeth along the soft skin of Draco's lower abdomen, eliciting a gravelly moan of desire and pulled the black briefs off his body.
With his pants and underwear around his ankles and Harry's hands gripping his arse, holding him firmly in place, Draco couldn't move. Then, his cock was enclosed in wet heat. His hips jerked forward convulsively; his need to be inside the velvety softness of Harry's mouth pushed all rational thought from his mind. He watched, his knees weak, as Harry pulled back and flicked at the sensitive head with his tongue and took him back in again.
Harry got to his feet, slipping his hands under Draco's t-shirt, lifting it up to his chest. His eyes fell upon the pale skin that he was touching, but he'd felt the ridges there before he saw them.
Four long, pale, slash-like scars were spread across his chest. His heart skipped several beats and he gasped, staggering backwards in shock, running his fingers through his hair unconsciously. Images of Draco's face and chest covered in blood as he collapsed on the flooded fifth floor bathroom tiles at Hogwarts shot through Harry's mind like poisonous darts.
Draco could no longer feel Harry's palpable energy and forcefulness. He opened his eyes to find Harry staring at him in horror.
"What's wrong?"
He then realised what Harry was staring at.
"I'm so sorry," Harry whispered, over and over, horrified by the scars he had caused.
Draco reached out for Harry and pulled him closer.
"Harry, look at me."
Harry's eyes flashed from the past into the present as he stared at Draco in front of him.
"That was a different time; we were different people back then."
His eyes were wide with shock, but the spectacular green lit a fire in Draco. He brought their lips together once again.
Harry could feel the tenderness and forgiveness in Draco and it took his breath away. His cold hand was enclosed in Draco's very warm one, and he followed him into the bedroom.
They lay naked side by side, facing each other, both trying to control the furious trembling within that threatened to break through.
Harry reached across and brushed a lock of blond hair off of Draco's forehead and shifted himself closer so their noses touched. He could feel the solid heat of his penis against his stomach and shuddered. He kissed Draco's lips softly and pushed him onto his back, giving Harry access to his scarred chest. He stroked and kissed along the length of each scar, breathing his apology over the slightly damp skin, causing Draco's breath to catch in his throat as his skin glistened in the wake of Harry's tongue. Harry lay between his legs, and kissed all the way down to his navel, flicking his tongue into the depression.
Draco allowed his knees to be pushed apart, and then Harry's mouth was on his aching cock, hot and wet and absolutely perfect. He'd wanted this… waited for so long…
He felt Harry's hands firmly cupping his backside and moaned loudly when he took him in whole. His fingers found Harry's hair as his mouth created a blissful suction around him, moving slowly up and down his length.
Harry teased the head of Draco's cock with his tongue, smiling as he felt the grip on his hair tighten. He licked all the way down the swollen member once more before leaving his place between the muscular thighs; he wanted to explore every inch of Draco, discover anything and everything that pleased him. He lay flush against his lover, kissing him passionately, the wet heat of their mouths causing Harry's arousal to heighten, and his heart raced.
His right hand snaked down the side of Draco's body, tickling his ribcage, causing him to flinch slightly. With his left, he stroked the side of his face, his fingers running down the pale skin of his neck and coming to rest on his collarbone. He kissed along Draco's jaw, down to the hollows of his neck, allowing his tongue to dart out to taste the salty skin.
Draco tilted his head to the side, allowing Harry more room to deliver his soft kisses that, at the same time, burned his skin deliciously. He gasped in pain when Harry's teeth pinched the skin of his neck; his eyes closed when Harry apologised silently by running his tongue over the bite. He moved down so his face was once again level with Draco's chest.
Harry grabbed Draco's wrists and held them firmly to his sides as he began to trace his nipples with his tongue. Judging from the way Draco squirmed, this was the right thing to do. Foreplay wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He stifled a whimper when he felt Draco's cock twitching against his belly. He released Draco's left hand and slipped his right down to wrap it around his lover's erection.
"I want you," he whispered. He reached across to the bedside table where he kept his bottle of lube. Capturing the beautiful pink lips again, Harry squeezed out a measure of the liquid into his palm. He took care not to stimulate himself too much, or he'd go over the edge too soon. He wanted Draco to feel him move within his body. He pushed gently against Draco's passage, allowing him to become used to the pressure and temperature of his fingers, before pushing any further.
Draco's face was contorted in concentration, his brain could only wrap around the incredibly filled feeling he was getting from Harry's fingers. But he wanted more. Harry seemed to sense this as he crooked his fingers and burrowed a little deeper, feeling for Draco's prostate. He inhaled sharply and let his breath out slowly when Harry hit it.
"Harry, come inside me," he whispered against Harry's lips.
Harry groaned out loud at the words. Plunging his tongue into Draco's mouth, he imitated exactly what he wanted to do to his more private regions; his cock ached with the desire to comply.
Harry slowly withdrew his fingers and lined himself up carefully. He kissed his lover's forehead and slowly entered him, hissing out his breath as the tight muscles absorbed him.
They connected almost immediately, finding a rhythm to their movements almost as naturally as they breathed. Draco rocked his hips upward as Harry thrust within him.
Harry pressed slow kisses into Draco's mouth, capturing his groans of pleasure, allowing Draco to swallow his own. He slid his thumb across the tip of the pulsing erection between them, spreading the pre-ejaculate fluid around the head with small circular motions. He gripped the turgid appendage once more in his hand and pumped his fist along the hot flesh. He felt Draco shiver beneath him and stiffen; his pale skin had turned a delicate shade of pink, and his eyes were squeezed shut.
"Not yet, love," Harry crooned, slowing the motion of his hand.
"Don't stop," Draco gasped, his fingers digging into Harry's back.
Harry's stomach clenched pleasantly to hear the pleading tone in his voice. "I won't."
He bent his head and licked along the shell of Draco's ear, pausing to nibble on the sensitive flesh at the lobe, his hips still pumping slowly. He sucked on Draco's neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweat, breathing in the scent that was purely his own, unmasked by the absence of his cologne. Harry groaned into his ear as he felt his completion drawing near. He began to move within Draco faster, the aching in his loins growing, his fist moving rapidly along his lover's cock. His breath came in short bursts of hot air against Draco's face, and he spilled himself inside the willing body beneath him.
Draco groaned his own release into Harry's neck, feeling the warm fluid pour out onto his stomach.
They were trembling again; Draco ran his fingers through Harry's damp locks, breathing deeply.
"Happy birthday to me," he muttered.
"What?" Happy birthday?
"We'll talk in the morning, Harry."
"Okay."
Harry reached out, rather unsteadily, for his wand on the bedside table. He muttered a cleaning spell and then turned out the lights. He wanted to talk and get this over with as soon as possible, but for now, he'd allow himself to fall asleep in Draco's arms.
Draco woke pleasantly the next morning; he'd been dreaming of Harry's mouth, the colour of his lips and the taste of his tongue, how beautiful it was, especially wrapped around his cock. He'd opened his eyes to find Harry doing exactly that. He stretched out on his back, moaning slightly while Harry's tongue did wonderful things to the underside of his penis. He dropped his hand to the dark hair, running his fingers through its silky softness. Harry looked up at him, and his heart skipped a beat; really, those eyes and that mouth shouldn't be allowed.
"I thought you'd never wake up," Harry said, feathering kisses across Draco's lower abdomen, his thumbs stroking the sharply jutting hipbones.
"Oh, I'm up."
"I see that." Harry's tongue swiped across the tip of his cock, humming in pleasure at his taste, before dropping his head and taking Draco in.
"You have the most perfect mouth," Draco whispered, his fingers back in Harry's hair. He sighed when Harry hummed around him. "Do that again."
Alternately humming and stroking with his tongue, Harry brought Draco quickly over the brink. He stretched out on top of his lover, brushing his blond hair out of his eyes.
"Good morning," Harry said, kissing the soft flesh of Draco's neck.
Draco stretched and grinned at Harry. "What a lovely one it is, too."
Harry reached for his wand on the bedside table and pointed it in his mouth. Nifty little charm, that breath-freshening one was.
"Open up, I want your mouth," he said.
Draco obediently opened his mouth for Harry, who cast his spell.
Harry took his time with the kiss. He ghosted softly across Draco's full lips with his breath, before using the tip of his tongue to part them. He circled the insides of Draco's lips slowly, revelling in the wet silkiness and then drew his tongue across his teeth.
Draco's hand snaked up to the back of Harry's head, gently pulling him down, dying for him to make their kiss deeper; but Harry politely refused, and his tongue continued to weave intricate patterns over every centimetre of Draco's mouth. When Harry finally allowed his tongue to pass his teeth, the effect was so blissful that Draco was only mildly surprised he'd become as hard as rock again.
Harry watched him and smiled; he began inching down the bed, his fingers running down the length of Draco's body until he came to the dark blond hair at his groin. Then, he winked at Draco and got up and went into the bathroom without a backward glance, leaving the door open a crack.
Draco shot a disgusted look at the door. Prat. He got out of bed, groaning slightly at the aches in his lower body, and looked around for his clothes that had been scattered on the floor the night before. He folded them up neatly and placed them on the bed before admitting himself into Harry's bathroom.
Steam was rising from within the shower-stall, Harry's pale skin visible behind the translucent sliding door. Draco's original idea had been to go in, empty his bladder and go back out and get dressed, but seeing Harry wet and naked so close before him had struck up a different concept.
Magically clearing the toilet so Harry wouldn't know he was there, he carefully slid open the door and stepped inside the shower. Harry's back was to him as he washed his face. Draco admired for a moment, the muscles that rippled across Harry's back, and then dropped his gaze to the curves of his arse, just a shade or two lighter than the rest of his body. He could feel himself getting hard once again. He knelt down behind Harry and pulled him back, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Harry's backside. He tried to jump away, but Draco held on to him tightly.
"Fuck! That hurts!" Harry was yelling at Draco, spluttering under the spray of the shower.
Draco grinned and stood up, pulling Harry to him, his skin hot and wet.
"I know. But that's what you get for leaving Draco Malfoy in such a condition, on purpose." He kissed the back of Harry's neck. "May the bruise you receive serve as a reminder."
"You suck."
"I know that, too. Care to sample?"
"Oooh, you're dirty," Harry said. He turned and pushed Draco under the hot water, grabbing the bar of soap from the dish and lathering his hands. "Shall we start with the dirtiest bit?"
"Yes, and that would be you." Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders and pushed him against the wall of the shower. With one hand, he lifted Harry's left knee, with the other, he brought his fingers up to Harry's mouth and slid them inside, coating them with saliva. Dropping his hand, he reached up between Harry's legs and found his passage, carefully sliding his slick fingers inside. He lifted his knee up higher, pushing it further back against the wall while Harry clung to him for balance, his eyelids heavy with arousal, his breath ragged. Draco pushed in and out of Harry, scissoring his fingers to stretch him.
"Please," Harry whimpered, his fingernails clawing at Draco's back.
"Please, what?"
"Do it."
Draco stopped his ministrations and watched Harry with a thoughtful expression.
"Hmm, no, I don't think I will." He dropped Harry's knee, turned around and picked up the soap.
Harry watched him in horror. Then, he noticed, for the first time, a tattoo of a serpentine dragon just above the protruding bone of Draco's neck. The Sorting Hat clearly knew what it was talking about eleven years ago when it tried to place him in Slytherin house. Harry was going to prove that.
"That's not fair," he said, smiling to hear the hissing that flowed from his lips.
Draco froze and dropped the soap. Had Harry just-?
"Shall I bend over and get that for you?" Harry moved forward and wrapped his arms around Draco's body and squeezed him tightly, his lips against his ear. "Do you want me, Draco?"
Draco shuddered violently, his knees threatening to buckle. Harry was speaking to him in Parseltongue. Oh, my God! He spun around rapidly, slamming Harry against the wall again.
Adrenaline pumped through his body with his arousal; he lifted Harry up, groaning when his legs wrapped around him. He took his aching cock in his hand and thrust himself deep into Harry.
"Talk to me, Harry," he growled.
"Who knew you were so kinky? Did you get all hot and bothered the first time you heard me speak?"
Draco moaned into Harry's neck and began to move in and out of him, listening to Harry hiss in his ear.
"You feel so good, Draco. I'm going to make you come, hard and hot, inside me."
Draco felt Harry's muscles clench around him and bit his lip to keep himself from crying out.
Harry reached between them, and began to stroke his own cock, smiling when Draco's eyes dropped and his mouth opened in surprise.
"Do you like to watch? Maybe I'll let you watch me all by myself while you sit with your hands tied behind your back."
Madly excited by the idea, Harry began to fist himself faster, spurring Draco on to do the same. He screamed out Draco's name as he came all over his chest. His mouth was captured in a bruising kiss, and his eyes rolled back into his head as, with one last delicious stroke against his prostate, Draco released his fluids into him.
Minutes passed by before they were able to get themselves together, each afraid of a total collapse if they dared to move. Draco put Harry back on his feet and wrapped his arms around his shaking body, feeling his heart still racing against his chest.
"Wow," Harry whispered.
"I know." Draco placed a finger under Harry's chin and tilted his head upwards, almost losing himself within the deep, green pools. He claimed the perfect lips, thinking how much he would love to be able kiss Harry every day for the rest of his life.
Harry smiled at him, the just-shagged look very plain in his eyes, and moved around him back under the shower.
Draco watched him and his heart ached. When, in the last five minutes, had he fallen even more in love with Harry than he had been five minutes before? He chuckled to himself self-deprecatingly. Oh, Malfoy, you've got it SO bad!