A Little Tied Up Part 4
Disclaimer: The characters totally belong to JK Rowling; I don't make any profit from this.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: around 4200 for this chapter
Summary: Harry and Draco's first 'date night', developing relationship, fluff and smut
A/N: Start with Part 1 if you've not already read the rest.
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Harry returned to Gryffindor house feeling very bouncy. He headed straight for the showers to wash away the dust from the cupboard, and the slight sticky remnants of his latest run in with the Slytherin. Cleaning charms were all very well, but they could only do so much.
Back in his dormitory he stood before the mirror, doing his best to tame his wayward spikes of hair. He met his own green eyes in the mirror and was amazed at the improvement in his appearance. The skin beneath his eyes was still shadowed from lack of sleep, but there was colour in his cheeks now and his eyes were bright. He felt a secret flush of warmth bloom in his chest as he looked at his reflection, the knowledge of his secret making his body tingle.
He spent the rest of the morning trying not to grin like an idiot, but he was finding it very difficult to suppress the huge happy smile that kept trying to creep across his features whenever he let his mind wander to Malfoy. Draco, he corrected himself, lips twitching again.
At lunch he chatted with his friends, focusing on the lively conversation at the Gryffindor table, in an attempt to resist the urge to keep looking over to search for a blonde head amongst the Slytherins. Part of him was desperate to catch Draco's eye, but he didn't trust himself to hide his emotions if he did. He was wound so tightly already, feeling a strange manic combination of excitement, desire and something akin to joy that wanted to burst out of him.
"You look much better Harry," Hermione studied him thoughtfully. "Did you go to see Madam Pomfrey in the end?"
Harry smiled at her. "No I didn't," he replied. "The headache has just passed now thankfully, I thought it would go away on its own eventually."
"You might finally manage to finish that essay then," she sipped at her pumpkin juice. "Do you want to go to the library this afternoon?"
He rolled his eyes, "you're such a slave driver... I suppose I should though."
Harry would really have rather devoted his afternoon to more pleasurable pursuits like flying, or even just catching up on some sleep. However it occurred to him that if he got the pesky essay done and dusted, then he would have more time on his hands during the rest of the week for other things. He hoped that these other unspecified things might involve a certain Slytherin.
He chanced a quick glance over at the Slytherin table. Draco's eyes were down, but as Harry looked at him he raised a forkful of food to his mouth. Harry watched as his lips parted and wrapped around the fork, at that moment silver eyes flicked up and met his stare. One pale eyebrow arched almost imperceptibly, and then Draco looked away again. A rush of powerful desire surged through Harry and he felt his cock harden. He quickly returned his attention to his own meal as his cheeks flushed with heat and he surreptitiously adjusted himself under the table.
He hurried the rest of his meal, not daring to try and catch Draco's eyes again. As it was, his erection still barely subsided enough for him to leave the great hall without attracting attention.
XOXOXOX
Harry spent the best part of the afternoon in the library, under Hermione's watchful eye. She had finished her Charms essay already but, as usual, she had more homework than the rest of them as she took more classes. She sat and worked on her arithmancy problems, pausing occasionally to help Harry when needed.
Harry managed to finally produce the required number of inches on the scroll for Professor Flitwick, it even just about made sense. It would have to do; he wasn't going to rewrite it. It was a minor miracle he'd managed to finish it in the first place, with all the distractions of the last week.
Back in the Gryffindor dormitory Harry suddenly felt ready to collapse. There were a couple of hours until dinner and he was exhausted. He had barely slept all week and decided to try and have a quick nap before the evening, not wanting to fall asleep on Draco later. He was hoping that he'd need plenty of energy too, he grinned to himself.
He drew the thick red curtains around his four poster bed and cast a locking and silencing spell. He knew that he would be unable to sleep unless he took care of his cock, which had been half hard ever since the eye meet with Draco over lunch. He sighed in relief as he wrapped his hand around his hardness and was quickly gasping and panting out his release. A quick cleaning charm dealt with the resulting mess. He just remembered in time to set a tempus alarm to wake him for dinner before his heavy eyes closed, and his body relaxed into a dreamless sleep.
The soft buzzing woke him what felt like only minutes later, but he knew he had been asleep for over an hour. He waved his wand to stop the noise and yawned and stretched. Only the thought of his rendezvous with Draco stopped him from forgetting about dinner, and going back to sleep until morning. He lay for a moment, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his bed and allowed the smile that had been lurking at the corners of his mouth all day to spread across his face.
"Fuck me. I've got a date tonight with Draco Fucking Malfoy!" He laughed aloud, safe in the knowledge that no one could hear him. As the wave of elation passed through him he took a deep breath and sat up, straightening his clothes and cancelled the silencing and locking spells. He opened his curtains to find the dormitory was empty.
He found Ron and Hermione in the common room along with several other Gryffindors.
"Is anyone ready to come down to dinner?" Harry asked "I'm starving."
"Oh yeah, me too mate," said Ron, unfolding his lanky body from the battered leather sofa.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "When are you ever not hungry Ron?"
"Mm, fair point," he conceded with a bashful grin. "Come on then, let's make a move."
As they approached the entrance to the great hall Harry felt Ron stiffen beside him and huff in disgust.
"Ugh, here come the Slytherins gits crawling up from their dungeon. I wish they'd bloody well stay there and rot."
Harry felt a spike of anxiety and raised his eyes to see Draco approaching, flanked as usual by Zabini with Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson bringing up the rear. Harry saw a momentary flash of warm recognition in the pale grey eyes. Then the shutters came swiftly down, and Draco's lip curled in the habitual sneer that he had always reserved for Harry and his friends.
"Well if it isn't the Boy Who Lived and his pathetic sidekicks. You're looking particularly ginger today Weasel, it actually hurts to look at you." The acid tone was utterly convincing. Ron spluttered and searched desperately for a comeback.
Harry felt strangely impressed. He supposed that Draco hadn't changed his opinion of Ron, which probably helped him to act like such a git. He pulled himself together and pasted a scowl on his face. If Draco could manage to play the part so admirably then he wasn't going to let the side down.
"Oh sod off you pasty git," he threw back at the blonde and then turned to Ron. "Come on, let's go and eat before this slimy lot ruin our appetites."
He met Draco's icy grey stare and tension crackled between them. With shock Harry suddenly realised that he was becoming aroused by the confrontation. He turned quickly and marched into the great hall to hide his flushed cheeks from his companions and the Slytherins. He hurried to the Gryffindor table and threw himself into his seat, hoping that no one had noticed the growing bulge in his trousers. He sighed heavily; this wasn't going to be as easy as he'd hoped if his own cock kept giving him away.
XOXOXOX
After dinner Harry had a couple of hours to kill before going to meet Draco. He lounged around in the Gryffindor common room, chatting with his friends for a while. Then, as the time for their meeting approached, he went up and pocketed his invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map. They were invaluable tools when sneaking around Hogwarts at night and Harry had a feeling that he might be coming back rather late.
He slipped out through the portrait hole without a word to anyone, deciding it was easier not to scrabble around for an excuse. After all, his friends were used to him sneaking around at night so he didn't think it would attract too much attention if he got back late.
He hurried through the dark corridors, mounting excitement rushing through him at the thought of seeing Draco again. It had only been a few hours but he was already longing for his touch and was looking forward to some proper time together without fear of discovery – and with less dust and cobwebs of course.
As he rounded the last corner, he found Draco there waiting for him outside the History of Magic Classroom. He was leaning languidly against the wall. The fading evening light from a narrow window high above made his delicate face all angles and shadows. His pale hair gleamed almost silver in the twilight. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he thought how incredibly, ridiculously beautiful he looked. And he's mine.
Draco lifted his head as Harry approached and grinned at him.
"Hey you," he pulled Harry in and their lips met in a deep kiss. Hands tangled into hair and breathing quickened. Then he drew back and frowned. "It felt really weird being horrible to you earlier, I didn't like it." He paused and grinned. "It worked though, no one suspected anything."
Their lips locked again and parted, tongues sliding together and bodies pressing close until both boys were hard and gasping for breath.
Harry pulled away. "Not here... I want to be somewhere safe, where we can have time to really do this properly."
He pulled Draco by the hand and headed for a nearby staircase. They ran quickly up several flights until they reached the seventh floor and turned down a long corridor. Draco's eyes lit up as he realised where Harry was taking him.
"The Room of Requirement, of course, that's brilliant!"
"Glad you approve," Harry beamed at him, "now hold on... I need to concentrate."
Still holding Draco's hand firmly he walked them along the featureless stone wall once, then turned and passed back, frowning in concentration. They turned once more and retraced their steps again, then Harry grinned in satisfaction as the stone wall finally shimmered and morphed into a large wooden door, with a heavy metal ring shaped handle.
Harry reached out and grasped the cold metal, turning it carefully and the door creaked open. They paused quickly to make sure no one could see them enter, once they were sure that the coast was clear they slipped into the room and pulled the door closed behind them.
Both boys looked around the room with awe. The huge space was lit by hundreds of candles that floated above their heads casting a warm glow. The walls were lavishly decorated with swathes of deep blue velvet, and a plush gold carpet lay beneath their feet. The ceiling was charmed to look like a real night sky dotted with stars. In the centre of the room was an enormous four poster bed made up with white sheets, and a mound of fluffy white pillows.
Draco cleared his throat. "Bloody hell, it looks like a Ravenclaw's wet dream in here... or maybe a Hufflepuff's given the romantic lighting." His voice was light and teasing but his lips curved in a genuine smile and his hand gripped Harry's a little harder.
"Uh... yeah," Harry ran his spare hand through his hair a little awkwardly. "Maybe I've overdone it just a tad." He turned to meet Draco's eyes.
"I'm just kidding Harry. It's perfect – really." Draco reached for his other hand and pulled him close, Harry felt breathless as the silver eyes darkened with need. "Now what are we waiting for?"
Harry closed the gap between their lips and they kissed slowly, as hands slipped robes from shoulders and undid buttons. The kiss became deeper and more searching as shirts were pushed off and slid to the floor. Harry murmured his approval as Draco's lips found their way to his neck, and he felt hands tug at the fastenings of his trousers. He moved his hands to undo Draco's too, and let out a moan as he felt the hardness beneath the fabric.
Harry started to move, Draco's lips still attached to his neck, nibbling deliciously. He backed the blonde towards the gigantic bed and pushed him back on it, standing over him for a moment enjoying the flush staining the pale skin and the very visible bulge under green silk boxers where his trousers lay open. Draco gazed up at him, eyes stormy and lips parted.
"Fuck," Harry whispered. "I want you so much."
"Then have me... I'm yours." Draco's voice was tight with need.
Fighting for self control, worried that he would shame himself by coming before he even got out of his trousers, Harry slowly removed both of their shoes and socks. He paused again, and then reached for Draco's remaining clothing and pulled trousers and boxers down in one swift movement allowing the rigid cock to spring free.
Harry's mouth watered as he saw shiny wetness smearing onto the pale belly, glistening in the dim light of the room. He pulled his wand from his pocket and tossed it onto the bed, then removed his own trousers and pants. He kicked them off his feet and crawled over his lover, encouraging him back until they lay in the middle of the bed.
Harry leaned down and claimed his lips in an urgent, heated kiss. Moans and murmurs of pleasure mingled in their mouths as their cocks slid together. Harry explored his Slytherin's torso with stroking hands and brushing fingers, Draco arched into him and slid his hands down Harry's back and teased the crack of his arse. Harry tore his lips away from Draco's and reached for his wand.
"Accio lube," he panted. Draco raised an eyebrow as a bottle appeared from thin air and flew into his hand. "It's the room of requirement isn't it?" Harry grinned smugly. "And this is definitely a requirement." He waved the bottle at Draco.
Draco smirked back at him. "Indeed it is. So come on then, can you remember what I taught you?"
"Oh fuck yes," Harry's eyes were intense and hungry. "I remember every incredible detail."
He moved back, and pushed Draco's lean thighs wide so he could kneel between them. Draco sprawled beneath him; offering himself so casually and willingly that Harry felt overwhelmed. He uncorked the bottle and slicked his hand and fingers. He took Draco's cock in his other hand and the Slytherin stifled a whimper at the contact, white teeth teasing his lower lip as he watched Harry's hand move over his hot flesh.
Harry brought his other hand down and gently explored Draco's entrance with the tip of a finger. It felt so impossibly tight. He circled gently in time with the rhythm of his hand on Draco's cock, afraid that he would hurt him if he pushed inside. He watched as his lover's skin flushed and sticky liquid leaked into the pale line of hair on his stomach.
"Oh... more please, I want to feel you..." he moaned, meeting Harry's eyes. "It's OK"
Gritting his teeth and trying to keep a hold on his own tenuous self-control, Harry wiggled his finger gently, and felt Draco bear down and push as his finger slipped inside. Harry gasped at the sensation of heat gripping him. Draco moaned aloud and his cock twitched. Harry felt a pulse of wetness seep from his own cock which was now aching for contact again. He concentrated on the movement of his hand and fingers. Encouraged by Draco's obvious pleasure, he added another finger and curled them upwards, remembering how that had felt to him. He brushed against something inside and Draco arched and clenched his fists, twisting them into the white sheets.
"Merlin... yes... fuck... I'm so close. I want your cock inside me now. Please!"
The urgency in his tone was intense, Harry marvelled at the way he was coming apart beneath his hands. Realising that Draco couldn't wait, and desperate to come himself, he slicked his cock with more of the slippery lubricant and lined himself up at Draco's entrance. Silver eyes met green and locked together as Harry slid slowly into Draco's tight heat.
Harry's world closed in around him until nothing existed for him but Draco. All that mattered was the glowing silver of his eyes, the bruising grip of his hands on Harry's hips and the impossibly tight heat that surrounded his cock. Draco was muttering incoherently, more, fuck, Harry, feels amazing, please more... Harry pushed gently until he was all the way inside and bit his lip, fighting the urge to come. He withdrew and slid back in carefully, reaching to stroke Draco's cock making him cry out as he circled his thumb over the tip. Harry found a rhythm, marvelling at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out. He felt the tension building deep inside him. Now Draco please, now, come for me.
He tightened his grip and moved his hand faster, staring into silver eyes that were now almost eclipsed by huge pupils, black with need. Draco tensed and cried out, his body taut like a bowstring as he spilled his hot release over Harry's hand and his own stomach, while Harry's name fell from his lips.
"Fuck... Draco... ohh,"
The deliciousness of Draco's arse pulsating around his cock triggered Harry's orgasm. Heat crashed through him like a tidal wave as he thrust erratically and emptied himself into Draco, and collapsed on the pale chest with a final groan of satisfaction.
They lay in silence, Harry could feel the rise and fall of Draco's chest beneath his cheek and hear the slowing beat of his heart. He felt gentle fingers wind into his hair and stroke, teasing at the strands. He smiled against warm damp skin and pulled back to press a lazy kiss on the underside of Draco's jaw, then returned his head to that comfortable spot on his chest. He felt his eyelids start to droop, and could no longer fight the exhaustion brought on by a week of crap sleep and some mind-blowing sex.
XOXOXOX
The chill on Harry's back woke him, his front was deliciously warm as he was still wrapped around Draco like blanket, but his arse was getting cold from the lack of bedcovers. He reluctantly untangled himself and moved to reach his wand. He smiled as the sleeping Slytherin made a small noise of distress and reached to try and pull him back into his arms.
Harry cast a tempus charm and was horrified to realise that it was five in the morning. He had thought they'd only been asleep for an hour or so.
"Draco," he spoke quietly, touching his chest lightly, hating to wake him. "It's late; we're going to have to get back to our houses."
The blonde opened a sleepy grey eye and pouted. "But it's so comfortable here, I don't want to move."
Harry grinned. "I know, me neither, but it's nearly morning and I'm sure we will have been missed. It will be getting light already."
Draco sighed heavily and sat up, running a hand through his unusually messy hair.
"Bed head suits you, you know," Harry smirked. "I love the freshly-fucked look on you, but maybe that's only because it's me who's done the fucking."
"My hair always looks good," Draco sniffed. "I just happen to prefer a more groomed style than some others I could mention." He eyed Harry's hair disapprovingly.
Harry stuck out his tongue childishly and reached for his wand, casting a cleaning charm on the dried sticky mess of their bellies.
"Gah! A little warning would be nice!" Draco grimaced as the chill made him shiver.
Harry just grinned and silenced his grumbling with a kiss. The Slytherin was soon distracted, and eventually Harry pulled away leaving them both panting and hard. Draco whimpered and leaned back in for more.
"No really Draco, we have to go... but we can meet again soon. Work out a time and send me a message."
"Oh that reminds me!" Draco exclaimed. "I have something for you, I nearly forgot."
He jumped off the bed and retrieved his trousers from the floor, digging through the pockets. He returned to the bed beaming, and presented Harry with a small piece of polished slate. Harry took it and examined it, puzzled. It was about the length of his palm but half the width. He turned it over and found that there was a slim stylus that slotted into a hole in the top corner. He pulled it out and slotted it back in to place.
"It's very nice," Harry said, "but what exactly is it for?"
Draco showed him another matching slate in his own hand. "Write something on yours," he said eagerly.
"Um... OK," Harry's brow wrinkled. "I hate it when someone says something like that; I never know what to write."
"Oh, for goodness sake, Harry!" Draco rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter, just write anything!"
Harry pulled out the stylus and scrawled the first thing that came into his head:
We need to go, it's late.
As he wrote the words, they appeared in glowing green on the dark smooth surface of the slate. Once he had finished they glowed brighter for a moment and then vanished. He looked at Draco, still perplexed, until Draco held out his own matching slate and Harry saw that his words had appeared there. His face broke into a smile of understanding.
Draco took out his own stylus and ran it through the glowing green words which promptly vanished. Then he also wrote a few words, and paused, waiting until they disappeared. Harry looked back at the slate in his hand, jumped as it buzzed with a slight vibration, and watched as Draco's elegant script appeared:
I know. I'll miss you. Can we meet again tomorrow?
"That's brilliant," Harry was entranced. "Where did you get them?"
"I went into Hogsmeade earlier... well yesterday now. I thought we can use them to arrange meetings," Draco grinned, "and just generally to communicate with each other when it's hard to find a time to talk. The vibration is so you'll know you have a message if the slate is in your pocket. Now come on, you haven't answered my last question."
Harry drew a line through Draco's message to make the slate blank and replied:
I'll miss you too, and yes please. Now let's get a move on!
Both boys dressed quickly, untangling socks, pants and trousers that had been shed in haste and locating crumpled shirts and discarded robes. Harry resisted the urge to ogle Draco as he pulled his clothes on. If they got distracted again, they would never make it back before their dorm mates woke.
They took one last look around the room to make sure they hadn't left anything, and then pulled each other in for a last embrace. The kiss was gentle and warm and Harry felt himself melt into the slide of tongues and brush of lips. They broke away sighing regretfully. Harry mentally applauded their self-control as they opened the door and stepped out into the seventh floor corridor.
"Right then, I'll send you a message later," Draco said with a warm smile.
Harry smiled back and nodded. "See you at breakfast. Don't forget to scowl at me, wind me up and call me Potter."
Draco laughed. "Yes, and you'd better make sure that you lose your temper at the first insult, and attack me in public."
"I'm sure I can manage that. Goodbye Draco."
The Slytherin was the first to turn and walk in the direction of the stairs down to the dungeons. Harry stood a moment and watched his retreating back, then turned to head towards Gryffindor. Warmth filled him and he allowed an insanely happy grin to spread across his face. Better get it out of my system before breakfast, he thought.
End of Part 4
A/N: There is definitely more of this to come, hopefully soon unless my muse deserts me but she's been pretty reliable so far. I have the rest of this story mapped out in my head; I just need to keep getting it written.
Reviews are always appreciated, and give me that warm feeling that Harry gets when he thinks happy thoughts about Draco.
