A Most Unlikely Story – Part 2

Disclaimer: All names and places belong to J.K. Rowling and I am in no way receiving any money for this story. This is for the sole amusement of slash fans. This is rated NC-17 and as such should not be taken lightly. You have been warned. If I forgot to disclaim anything else, I am sorry. This is my first slash in writing.

Warning: Sexual content, Adult Language, Harry/Draco

Author: tubazrcool

All he knew was that his chest rose with anticipation for what Malfoy would do next. Harry returned the kiss with full force and Malfoy deepened it; their hands were intertwined in each other's hair. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, and looking nowhere but in each other's eyes, telling each other this was not over, that they knew they wanted so much more. Harry's body was aching with arousal as Malfoy retrieved his wand. Watching Malfoy point it at him, he wondered what spell would be on him next. Not on, off, for Malfoy removed both. Harry heard Malfoy's wand drop to the floor and Malfoy was on him again, holding nothing back. Harry kissed Malfoy roughly, almost gasping with want when Malfoy initiated the use of tongues. With both of them pressing their own against the others', the want between the two heightened. It was Harry who pulled back this time. Malfoy leant forward, trying to keep kissing him. 'Hey,' Harry said between kisses, 'I think . . . it would be easier . . . with our clothes . . . off.' At the last word, Harry gave into Malfoy's advances and kissed him passionately. They shrugged out of their school robes, and, breaking for a moment, hurriedly undressed.

When they stood naked in front of each other, they both liked what they saw. They were both hard from the provocation. They were about the same size, in length and circumference, though, in actuality, Malfoy was slightly bigger. Malfoy walked forward and ran both his hands up Harry's sides. Harry gripped Malfoy's shoulders, his arms shaking. 'Draco,' Harry pleaded, 'I want you to shag the hell out of me.' Draco smiled and kissed Harry deeply, realising that was the first time Harry hadn't used his last name when addressing him.

'On one condition, Harry' Draco whispered in Harry's ear. At Harry's hesitant nod, he continued, 'that you return the favour.' Having finished his request, he kissed Harry hungrily on the neck. He could feel Harry nod emphatically and roughly slammed him into the smooth, stone wall. Draco turned Harry around to face the wall and put one hand on each of Harry's hips. Touching the tip of his penis with the opening of Harry's arsehole, he could hear Harry suck in air. He paused, and gently started pressing into it until Harry opened up.

As Draco slowly slid into him all the way, Harry cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, 'Holy Emrys!' Harry's insides were shaking. He reflexively pushed out as he felt uncomfortable with Draco's cock inside him. He found, however, that it lessened the pain and made it easier for Draco to slide into him. Harry gripped what he could of the stone, his fingernails digging into the edges, fighting the urge to give himself a wank, wanting to save his own pleasure for later. With each thrust, Harry could feel Draco's navel caress his arse. Draco's hands heightened this forbidden pleasure as they teased him. The Slytherin's long, slender fingers traced tantalising paths that seemed to lead closer and closer to touching Harry's painfully erect shaft; right before they could satiate the yearning feeling which stirred deep within Harry's stomach, they circled around his base and came to rest blazingly on Harry's shaking thighs. When Draco came and pulled out of him, Harry sank mercifully to the unrelenting ground, the impact on his knees hurting, but soon overlooked.

Draco knelt beside Harry, and bent over on all fours on the floor. 'It's your turn.' Harry immediately responded, knowing that if he didn't start soon, there wouldn't be any need. He leant over Draco, pushing his swollen tip slowly into the tight heat that promised him release, painstakingly able to allow Draco the same time to adjust to his size. Draco sucked air through his teeth, and tightened the muscles of his right arm. Harry waited, Draco being a little too constricting to allow for continuance. 'Draco,' Harry said. 'Push out.' Draco did as he was instructed. Harry felt it loosen a little and started thrusting into Draco's arse. Harry could feel the sexual desire that had been whirl-pooling within the depths of his soul, churning as they were denied an escape, reach the nadir of its existence, explode to a zenith, and burst forth, causing a wave of satisfaction to flood through him and into Draco.

Draco felt it hurt at first, but soon adjusted to this and started to think of how good it felt. After Harry came into him, they both relaxed on the ground, breathing heavily. Draco looked at Harry, who was looking up. Then he saw Harry turn to look in his eyes. They both smiled at each other, knowing that their friends would be shocked if they found out. 'So,' asked Draco, 'do you want to keep this a secret or put it out in the open?'

'A secret for now,' Harry said. 'I guess telling immediate friends wouldn't be bad, but to put it around the school would, no telling what the professors are going to say.'

Draco nodded. Having the entire school know would be bad, but he could tell Crabbe and Goyle, they wouldn't care. They probably wouldn't even understand him.

Draco and Harry got dressed into their magically-cleaned robes and then Draco walked out of the room after muttering the password. Harry heard it this time and put it into his memory. The two would definitely meet up here more often; they had talked about that; only on the weekends or it would raise too much suspicion. The two reached the end of the corridor and Draco backed Harry into a wall with a thud, and gave him one last demanding kiss. Harry pulled Draco in closer, not wanting this to end. They both tried to take more than they gave, and they broke apart suddenly when they heard a thud on the other side of the wall. Harry peered around to find Ron and Hermione with their backs to the wall. Ron seemed utterly shocked out of his mind, and Hermione asked him what was wrong. Ron shook his head.

'Hermione, trust me,' he pleaded. 'Go back to the common room and wait there.'

Hermione went to go around Ron and saw Harry standing there. Harry had had enough sense to motion Draco to hide. 'Oh,' she said, a little confused. 'Well, if you've found Harry, why don't we all go b . . .'

'Hermione, I just have to talk to him privately for a moment,' Ron said, his tone begging and warning her to leave at the same time.

Hermione was hesitant until Harry nodded for her to go to the common room. When they had seen her go around the corner, Ron turned to Harry with an incredulous expression that seemed to say 'what the fuck, mate?'

Harry shook his head. 'Look, it just started.' Ron closed his eyes and then looked at him. At that response, Harry was silent and felt guilty.

'How could you even think of doing something like that with him? The git insults my family and me every time we pass each other, calls Hermione a you-know-what, and has gotten us in a lot of trouble in the past. Did that just slip your mind?' Ron sounded hurt and angry, and Harry detected a sense of disappointment in his tone.

'It's not like that; we're still enemies, it's entirely physical.' Harry tried to explain to his friend the reason for his actions, but it came out as a lousy excuse.

'Well, your fans want to congratulate you on your win over the Slytherins, so let's head back to the common room.' Ron's words were almost spat out with disgust, and Harry knew better than to think this conversation was over. Any more delay, and Hermione would probably be coming back to look for them. And sure enough, before they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione came bouncing back down the stairs.

'I was waiting for you, what's wrong?' Hermione asked. 'Ron saw something going on, and pinned me against the wall before I could see.' Hermione had a feeling it was probably best she hadn't seen what was going on, but she was sure she could handle at least hearing about it.

'Oh, nothing's wrong!' Ron said. 'Except that Harry should start thinking with his head and not his libido!'

'What were you doing?' Hermione asked Harry disapprovingly. Harry shook his head.

'Ron,' Harry said a bit louder, and directing this next part to the both of them, 'I'll explain everything when there's no chance for us to be overheard.'

'What? Ashamed?' Ron asked in a fuming voice.

'I am now!' Harry shouted. He calmed his voice before continuing, 'You weren't there Ron; you don't know what it was like.'

'Nor do I ever want to know what it was like, but I hope you enjoyed it.' Ron left immediately after he finished speaking, and practically shouted the password at the portrait, which swung open so fast that it almost hit him.

Harry stared out after him, knowing he would get absolutely no support for this from him, and he doubted Hermione now. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him around to look at her, looking at him with a 'you have some explaining to do' look. Harry nodded this time, and took her by the elbow. They walked up the stairs and said the password. The Fat Lady opened a bit slower this time, and the two crawled into the hole. They emerged into the common room. There was a mixture of some concerned looks by those who saw Ron come in and knew the two were friends, some whoops and shouts from those who had been waiting just for him, and the slam of a door which told Harry Ron had gone to the room. Harry smiled quickly at everyone before Hermione tugged at him to go up to the room.

When the three were in the room, Hermione put a more complicated locking spell on the door and soundproofed the room. 'Now, what the hell is going on?' She sighed impatiently at the boys shocked expression. 'Yes, I cursed, and you'll hear a lot more soon if I don't know what's going on!'

Ron was the first to tell her. 'He was snogging Malfoy!'

Hermione beat them both with her shocked expression. 'Harry!' she shouted. 'Malfoy? You're completely mental! He's an arrogant, pompous brat! He insults the three of us, has gotten us . . .'

'I know!' Harry interjected. 'Like I told Ron, you weren't there, alright!' Harry shook his head for what felt like the millionth time that day, confused about his feelings.

Ron spoke up with a question that caught Harry off guard completely. 'Do you choose him or us, Harry?'

Harry looked at Ron, and then Hermione. Both looked serious about this. 'Well that's obvious -- you guys.' His tone sounded almost defeated. 'I'll tell Draco it's off when I see him next.'

'So now it's Draco?' Ron spat. No more was said after Hermione removed the spells and left with Ron out of the room. Harry sat down on his bed and pulled the covers around him, not caring about the time of day.

Harry had homework to complete the next day and didn't leave the library except to eat. Hermione and Ron swore not to speak to him until Harry finalised the meetings with Malfoy. It wasn't until midday a week after they first hooked up that Harry remembered he hadn't told Draco. He saw Draco at the tapestry and Draco saw him. Draco pulled Harry in for a kiss and they both clung passionately to each other. At a small break, Draco muttered the password and they entered the room.

'You're brilliant, Hermione!' Ron said. Hermione had shown him what she had been up to that week in her spare time. She held up a medium-sized oval of glass that had a slightly broader profile view of Harry and, during the last couple of minutes, Draco.

'It follows Harry, and now we can know if he's really going to stop seeing Malfoy. We can hear his conversations, as well.' She set in a stand she had made for it and they watched -- well, Hermione watched, and Ron just checked occasionally -- both seething, as Harry and Draco continued snogging.

Harry turned his head away from Malfoy, who continued to kiss Harry's neck, sometimes scraping his teeth across the flesh. Harry started to sink to the floor, but rose up to meet Malfoy, and kiss him. Harry then turned his head and walked a couple steps away from Malfoy, before running his hands through his hair. Malfoy came up behind him and kissed him gently on the neck.

'It's all right, Harry. What is it?'

'I can't do this with you, Draco,' Harry said. 'I want to, but I can't.'

'Weasley and Granger?' Malfoy asked.

Harry nodded.

'So, this is it, huh?' Malfoy was starting to sound impatient, but he seemed to calm down a bit as he snaked around Harry and encircled Harry's waist with his arms, letting his hands rest on the curve of Harry's arse. 'You know, why don't you just say you ended it, but we still meet up here now and then, irregularly?'

Harry shook his head. 'They're my friends, Draco, and they mean a lot to me. All things considered, we should quit.'

Malfoy nodded and then kissed Harry. It looked as if Harry was going to continue it, but he abruptly turned and walked out of the tapestry. When he was in the hallway, he leant his head against the wall and slammed it back in frustration. He turned back toward the tapestry, his left shoulder still pressing against the stone, and placed his palm on the wall, wishing he could be with Draco. He suddenly backed away from the wall and turned to go down the corridor. Then he turned again and walked a few steps back toward the tapestry and Draco, before seeming to make up his mind and turn around to head back once more.

Ron looked at Hermione. 'I think we should apologise,' Hermione said, Ron giving a nod, his expression unchanging, telling her somehow that he had been thinking the same thing. They both hurried to where they had found Harry last week and saw him walking, depression in his eyes. Hermione flung her arms around him and burst out sobbing. 'We're so sorry, Harry!' she managed through her tears. Harry looked down at Hermione, then up at Ron. Hermione told him what she had done and what they had seen. 'Go back! If it means that much to you, then we don't mind!' Harry looked at Ron, who nodded, and hugged Hermione right back.

'Thank you.' He practically took off at a run in the direction from which he had come. He didn't see Draco in the hallway, but went into the room after muttering the password. The tapestry disappeared and Harry saw Draco on his knees, tears streaming slowly through his closed eyes and down his cheeks. He rushed through the door and put his arms comfortingly around him.

Draco looked up sharply when he felt someone's arms around him. It was Harry. He went up to kiss him and Harry returned it passionately. 'What made you change your mind, Harry?' he asked through tears which he quickly wiped.

Harry quickly summarised what Hermione had done and told Draco that the two decided to accept their relationship. When he was done, he breathed out a sigh of relief that there would be no more secrets where Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Harry were concerned.